The Bewajah Post

So the idea came up during a discussion about why there should be a reason behind something. How eager we are to seek meaning behind actions and ideas, how we see an image and try to connect the dots. Gestalt. The sum of parts. To seek a bigger form of what is possible. To look beyond the canvas . . . and add a meaning to it. Struggling with our mediocre lives, we always try to seek the causes behind certain actions in the universe. This struggle with the cause-and-effect appears so important that we forget, in our vanity, the actual truth. The universe does not have any meaning.

It is nothing but randomness playing out at a much basic scale, a level that we often ignore because we can’t see it. Obviously, it’s devastating for emotional beings to accept that the world has no meaning. That our lives are the result of one big chaotic order in the universe.  But that’s what it is. It is randomness and destruction.  But with collision of these disorganised events, we see the manifestation of the world around us that we call reality. But it doesn’t mean anything.

That is why Bewajah.

There is no reason for the world to exist, so there is no need for any reason to enjoy it. It just is. And so are we. The celebration of all that is, only because it is. To enjoy the beauty without fussing about the whys and hows. The no-reason festival. The purpose of Bewajah is to absorb the energy shifting on the carousel of events and channel it through the different mediums of art and culture.

It is, however, very strange that the world doesn’t look at art in the same way. How science moulds art and carve the details out that we more than often enjoy, but rarely pay attention to what has been happening and what has become. How our minds receive the said part of art and feel the texture on different spectrum of sounds and colours.  Paintings and words, songs and drama, to be or not to be, to let go, to remain.

. . . And while we’re at it, there’s something to note. Art doesn’t pick sides that humans usually obtain. Because we are so lost in the perception of what we have experienced that we forget that art isn’t about reviling one and praising the other. That it’s not about one form or the other, that art is shapeless. It is also chaotic. It also brings disorder. And in that disorder, we represent whatever form of world we perceive. And, just as they say, “Every single thing, every single human we meet is a story the Universe needed to tell.”

To represent that art Bewajah stands with the chaos and distributes only what art puts in us: passion. In all this cosmic romance of the universe, it is very shallow to stand with one side, be it social, political, communal or even artistic. Every form of expression deserves only one platform and hence it should be that. One. Not on the left or right. Not even moderately shifting from the centre. But in the heart of the universe to witness all the drama that the nature plays out. And that’s where Bewajah belongs. And that’s where we remain.