04 August 2015

The Seven Degrees of Togetherness

An Honest Exploration

Let me begin by writing that of all the people in the world, I am the least qualified to speak about togetherness! I have aced the art of separation, created vast spaces and impenetrable walls against all my partners with unsurpassable ease. To remain in a consummated relationship for a great length of time has been the most difficult task for me. I think it has something big to do with being honest (or as honest as possible!) to myself and the other, and expecting the same in return. But more on this later.

However, having bought into the (perhaps social) expectation of togetherness, the idea of how relationships evolve (as opposed to dissolve explored in an earlier post, The Seven Degrees of Separation), thoughts of its various stages have been plaguing me. Here is a tentative but honest exploration of how people come together and sometimes stay together….

Chemistry: Stage one is more about chemistry than anything else. This applies not only to romantic relationships but often to friendships as well. The chemistry between people (pheromones or something like that?) predefines just how close they will get to each other. Otherwise known as "attraction". The heart gives that extra hard kick when the person enters the room. The stomach churns in more extreme cases! Excitement pervades when the caller ID on the phone displays his/her name. You hesitate to delete texts because they are testimonies to these grand feelings. In toto, this is indeed the Garden of Eden. You feel alive, look forward to the morning because each day holds the promise of something fantastic waiting to happen to you.

On the other hand, some people I have met are chemical junkies in the sense of really needing the high of the early stages of a romance, repeatedly. These flitters from flower to flower, fulfilling a deep-set need for the excitement brought on by falling in love are often in love with the idea of being in love. For others, attraction paves the way to the next stage.

Biology: Stage two involves physicality…. A higher form of drug is involved here, oxytocin, that really, really, feel-good chemical! Ah, the deep-felt pleasure of just holding someone in your arms! The unparalleled joy of kissing… Allow me, though, to halt the narrative here and not become more graphic than this: it is being posted on a child-safe blog… Let your imagination supply the rest of the story.

Luckily for the rapidly increasing world population, many are self-aware enough to stop at Stage two and rewind and repeat from Stage one - albeit with a different person. They ensure that protection is used during what I shall euphemistically call "the act" so that they are not led or forced into the next stage.

On the other hand, this stage easily, and sometimes erroneously, slides into the next stage, almost as though the next step to "the act" should be co-habitation. Perhaps this sounds cynical. But it is not meant to be… really, what happens is that Patriarchman strikes! "The act" can lead to children, and that Very Evil Villain tries to ensure that paternity tests are made redundant by tying the couple together and throwing them into a place they are forced to share…. Hence, all the metaphors of bondage used for marriage - tying the knot, deep bond, etc. The bangles women wear, the rings that both genders sport, to the sindoor/bindi on the forehead - all symbols of bondage and branding rendered necessary by the outdated institution of marriage spawned by patriarchal ideals that sought and still seek to "keep it in the family".

Geography: Stage three must involve co-habitation for how else do you ensure that "your children are (really) your children"?? (Apologies… this post is sounding more cynical with each phrase. But bear with my exploration till I get to the later stages.) Biologically, the human species has not evolved enough to be a single-partner animal and yet, while we write "fidelity" into the marriage vows, we cleverly leave out "honesty" in tacit acknowledgement of our basically wandering attention spans. This is under the heading of "What S/he Doesn't Know, Won't Hurt".

Then, of course, there is fidelity and there is Fidelity. Is it really possible for one person to never again be attracted to another person, that is, a person other than the partner, till death do them part? And, if you feel an attraction, entertain even the slightest fantasy about another, does the word still apply? Perhaps there is only an exchange of looks, texts, words, even moments - all platonic but underlined by attraction - so at which point do you deem that you have crossed the line? Certainly "the act" is a no-no, but is a fantasy not equally disloyal, a dream or a thought equally infidel?

Anyhow, the act of co-habitation can be just as exciting as the two earlier stages - building a dream home together, bringing children into the world. And if it doesn't go off the rails, people do go onto the next stage to experience even greater heights of togetherness.

Within this beautiful togetherness await the seeds of separation, for sharing a space can be one of the most difficult acts for some people. Especially small spaces with little elbow room. I sometimes feel that earlier cultures had something right in that each person had a private space which did not essentially need to be a shared living space. It is only when you have to share a space with someone does compatibility play a larger-than-life role.

The other, sometimes insurmountable, issue between couples is how to bring up their children. Whether we wish to or not, most us replay the scripts our parents wrote while parenting us. Children of liberal parents grow up to be accessible and understanding. So, what if you become stuck in a co-parenting situation with someone with the opposite views? Thunder and lightning; enter three witches: Contention, Conflict and Combat. You may be able to agree to disagree about what type of sofa upholstery to buy for the drawing room. But rarely are people able to give up the idea of what they think is best for their children.

History: Stage four, reached by many (in case the picture emerging is too dismal) is a whole story written together with shared experiences. So actually it is not just His-story or Her-story but Their-story. This is possibly the greatest part of togetherness - to create memories together, to live moments in which the deep sharing of joy enhances the feeling, elevates it beyond the imaginable. Ah, those Kodak moments!

But once more the greatest force of evil, Lord Incompatibility, vampire-like, sucks out this potential joy. The possibilities of how shared experiences can fill lives with pain need not be enumerated here.

Empathy: Stage five is akin to communion, Maslow's third rung of needs, the need for intimacy. As my friend and mentor, Dr Shelja Sen, described it recently (in differentiating between Sympathy and Empathy), "empathy is when someone is sitting in a dark room and you are willing to sit in the dark with him or her". Empathy is the stage in which D-Needs intersect with B-Needs, elevating the relationship from just sharing experiences to really sharing a life. Personally, I don't think it is important to even co-habit to be able to get here. The connection is so strong that it outstrips hurdles like time, distance, jobs and other everyday pressing needs. Empathy does not need domesticity for its breeding grounds.

Curiously, I have skipped stages 1 to 4 and gone straight to 5 with innumerable friends… all platonic friendships. But I cannot lay claim to having had even a single relationship that got to this stage. I have dated murderers, psychopaths and saints, but not even with the best of souls can I feel that the relationship got to a place of true intimacy. Perhaps this is the only reason I still search… Maybe before I die I will be able to have one, just one, relationship that doesn't go wrong and reaches the highest degree of togetherness. Or at least this degree.

As you can see, the cynical undertone disappears as the truly meaningful degree emerges. The first four stages are wonderful to be in but I have never failed to wonder why people mistake those for togetherness beyond proximity.

Fusion: One soul, one goal, honesty, trust, empathy, respect, sharing, loving oneself as much as one loves the other… Stage six is made of all this and more. When I write one goal I don't mean sharing a venture (although that can certainly happen) but the peace that lives in those spaces where conflict or fear have no place. Here is where honesty becomes the foundation stone, with trust building the edifice using bricks of empathy and respect. The sharing then comes completely from the heart and soul. Neither fears that the other will misunderstand, judge or react to anything one says or does. Sounds idealistic? Perhaps it is. But I know couples like this, I love and admire their togetherness, I aspire to reach the same degree… And yet, the essential idea here is the lack of fear, born from the fecundity of honesty and trust that even if the other disagrees there is a safe space in which to find common ground. Fusion.

Infinity: Forever. Not so much happily-ever-after as being able to experience forever moments with the other. My grandparents. Married at a very young age but completely in love and besotted till the day she passed away, even beyond. I have seen the tenderness in their eyes for each other. Both on different sides of the bed with me in between, reading quietly, separate books but as one…

And even without having had a single successful relationship, I know what this can feel like. Lying in a bed holding each other with just the moonlight for cover. Leaning against a tree, both staring out at a gentle river, breathing in the quiet of a pine forest. Walking through the Ridge, crunching the gravel underfoot, softly talking about everything under the sun. A gentle hand drawing in another to fulfil a promise made…. Yes, very few times and with vast gaps in between, I have experienced Forever, albeit fleetingly.

I know why the caged soul sings, calling out, yearning, longing for Infinity.



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