“I believe no two men fight for the same thing. It is war in each man’s heart, each man fighting as the spirit moves him”
- —Hira Singh
Now this, my friends, is one deep statement. I actually cannot write about this in one post, and I do not want to bother you with too many posts on this.
Let’s go around a bit. One of the things that I read about, many moons ago, was a theory in physics called The Many Worlds Theory. I don’t know if it ever became popular, but I think not. It was inspired, I believe, by Schrodinger and his cat.
As per the Hindu concept of Maya, the world is illusion, and we live in our illusions and perceptions. To that extent, there is no one world. We all perceive the world differently. Look at it from the perspective of a photographer. We all photograph a scene differently. We are not the same. We cannot be.
This is a problem that we all face in our daily lives. Of course, corporate captains talk a lot about leadership, team spirit and the lot of that stuff.
The result of an uncoordinated team is the loss of market share, money etc
In the army, the result is lost lives and lost territory.
In families, the result is dispute, fractured individuals etc.
We strive to create unity, as leaders or managers. Yet, as individuals, we strive to maintain our own sense of individuality.
Think about this.
I have been, at the same time – leader and ‘follower’. The word ‘ follower’ irks me. I prefer to say ‘team member’, with a boss on top. I have believed that my boss should show direction, guide, but let me get on with my job. I have always rebelled against bosses who tried to micro-manage me, and my rebellion has often cost me. Yet, stubborn person that I am, I have not changed. I mellowed, but the core did not change.
My spirit moved me. I find the same thing with my photography. I do straight work for projects. Yet, I increasingly move towards interpretative photography, and I seek to impose my perceptions on my images. The same goes for my writings. Unless, the spirit moves me, I cannot write.
So yes, I cannot help but agree with Hira Singh, when he says that no two men fight for the same thing. It is a conundrum that we shall forever have to live with. We have to recognise this, and we have to mould ourselves accordingly.
The lessons of war often spill over onto other aspects of life. We need to recognise and respect this.
Hira Singh was a wise man indeed.