“So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse” – Shakespeare Sonnet 21
How closely are your mojo and your muse related ? Contemporary definitions of mojo and muse are never interrelated , surprising to the author they don’t even find a mention together in any reproduction attributed to the scholars , philosophers in the world. May be more so (and correctly so) because the words themselves are extrapolated from different generations. So here is an humble attempt to understand the two in each others context , fully conscious of the (doltish)coupling of a word that derives itself from Greek civilization , and the other that returns multiple definitions at most on urbandictionary.
First things first, how do we define Mojo? Well one must admit, how do you define what you cant measure , express , see ? Does it really reflect a ” magical spell or talisman ” as the Oxford defines it , and if so how much of veritable emotion can it be , that derives from something as veritable as magic? One can reason, one does feel the existence of his / her mojo and more pertinently the absence of it, but doesn’t the same hold for love , admiration, motivation , anger , jealousy, revenge the emotions of one’s subconscious, or happiness and unhappiness the emotions of one’s conscious? And is it really qualified to say a person feels the mojo, at best the person rides on it or misses it.
The author would like to attribute the presence and absence of ones mojo to existence of all these other feelings, magical as much as love they be, demonic as much as jealousy they be. The author believes Mojo exists in what Sigmund Freud calls the Unconscious mind, the part that’s beyond and escapes introspection . So the best we can muster together as a definition , is : “Mojo is the emotion beyond one’s introspection, that resides in one’s unconscious mind , and which feeds the other emotions that surface in the conscious and sub conscious.” The magic does exist , precisely more because its beyond introspection, and what you cant introspect or reason does qualify to be magical !
Obviously the question arrises , if indeed Mojo feeds the subconscious and conscious emotions, what is that feeds Mojo ? Which brings us to the definition of “Muse”. From the Greek Goddess , to what Fernande Oliver was to Pablo Picasso , or to what Chloe Sevigny expresses in the quote “Muse. Mu-se. It’s a great thing, for someone to feel that they can draw inspiration from you. And I don’t think it’s necessarily a man ‘taking’ from a woman. It can go both ways, both can stimulate, excite.” , there are a plethora of definitions available. However its the authors belief , that restricting of muse to “human inspirations” is not sufficient and in fact a narrow definition, for a muse can be an aspiration .
The interesting thing about the muse , is that it has three stages – “You have a muse” , ” The muse forfeits you “, “Absence of a muse” . The former two , indicate presence of mojo , the later the absence . Its also necessary to understand , the muse is available for your introspection. It resides in you conscious , you make the decision to select your muse. And the muse in itself doesnt feed your mojo directly, it for a lack of a better term impacts your mojo. Consider this , a girl interested in blogs might write odes to her prince charming , or she sings inconsolably when the muse forfeits her. A moment without your muse is dark , you are incomplete , the half of you is with your muse ( the half that you may call your mojo). The muse is perfect !
The more interesting part is that your muse may not reciprocate your emotions. Precisely this is why you see a person in a relationship , where the person knows the partner loves him / her is unable to reciprocate , which in other situations the person in her / his mojo will ride the boundaries like a knight on a stallion besides Napolean. The person might find everything about the muse surreal , and the others insignificant. Essentially the person is just impacting the mojo , The muse is impacting the mojo ! How many times have you met people who earn a lot , have the best job but are unhappy , may be the persons muse is not his / her job. If your job is your muse , if your partner is your muse , you will ride your career , relationship like the ships on a clear blue sky , sailing on pleasent winds. If not , you are that ship waiting for the albatross.
So how do we decide whats our muse , the answer to this is as simple as the answer to the question “How do we know we exist ? ” . René Descartes answered the question ” how do i know i exist ? ” something like this :
“I think,therefore I am”
The author believes some one is your muse , because you think him / her / it is.
“You think,therefore Its your muse” !
What is that makes every human, think he is waking up on the wrong side of the ‘luck’ couch. Well as Woody allen says ‘Life is full of misery loneliness and sorrow, and its allover quite too soon’ . That holds true . We need sorrow to cherish the happiness.
Blue is the color my friends,the yellow sunshine should last for a glimpsing moment and so it does. And if you do have that moment, relish in it, for it lasts then and then only .
Very few personalities can give us those moments to relish, M.G.Ramachandran former chief minsiter of Tamil Nadu ( most urbanised state in India) being one such personality.
No kidding, but whenever i used to be hearing classic tamil songs on TV my mom used to make me hear to his songs. I developed a taste to his songs from her. Today i do realize why his songs transcend generations, its bcoz it quenches the thirst amongst all of us to have the moment of hope and fullfillment .His songs do give us those moments to relish. I call the songs MGR acted in as his songs, because its a well know factor that MGR took extra care in the lyrics department which is out of bounds for the actor. However MGR understood the importance .
here are some of my fav MGR songs …
After watching “Roman Holiday“, i was already adoring the princess yearning for a lass life. By the time i was watching “My fair lady” , and saw the lass perfecting , “The rain in Spain”, i was envying Professor Higgins.
I, like the million others around the world, consider Audrey to be celestial.
The Indian connection
At Audrey’ funeral , Gregory Peck went on camera and tearfully recited her favourite poem, “Unending Love” by Rabindranath Tagore:
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.