The Tireless Heartbreaker

Supertramp is a tireless heartbreaker. He leaves everyone behind. In the sense, even his name. Some people wish to be so boundless, that there is nothing that could contain them. You can try. To hold them back. Keep them. Keep him. But he wouldn't. He would break away, and break your heart. And never tire of it. 

His idea of the self, his boundaries are holy. He wouldn't let anyone overstep that. And he is not an escapist.

He left his car. His guitar. He burnt his credit cards. Destroyed any ID. Layer after layer, each skin that garbed him, he peeled away. Like an onion. Anything at all, that could let him grow roots had to be let go of. It's liberating and debilitating in the same breath. Liberating for Supertramp. Liberating for I. And debilitating for the man, woman and child he left behind. For the future he abandoned. For the past he denied. 

However scanty could you be? Define minimalistic. Living out of a knapsack. Hitchhiking your way through life, living on the road. Living like an ape. Under a tree. And being the anti-materialistic, homeless, philosophical genius who understands how your entire fucking life, all you have been striving for breathlessly is laying out one beautiful deceitful trap for your own self. What fools. 

Supertramp was truly on his own. No bondage. I cannot grasp, him. Neither can I help you grasp. Because the former. 


5 comments:

Enigma said...

This is a very strong reminder of a movie called 'Into The Wild', which was possibly based on a real life story itself.

"And being the anti-materialistic, homeless, philosophical genius who understands how your entire fucking life, all you have been striving for breathlessly is laying out one beautiful deceitful trap for your own self. What fools." - This was my favourite line.

I would like to be less materialistic too and the idea of a rootless wanderer roaming around the beautiful expanse of nature is very appealing. But then, unlike the Supertramp, I don't think I am strong enough to let go of human relationships that easily. And I'm also not sure if this loss of a human companionship is compensated by the bliss he finds within nature. Or maybe he didn't need any such compensation.

Wonderful post, as always. :)

Anonymous said...

Supertramp! Ah, yes I remember him. A polar figure. I've watched that movie thrice, and every time there was a new thing to take away. The whole idea is so fucking tempting. Specially after knowing the fact that someone actually did it (even with the unfortunate end).

You've rightly identified him. One has to be selfish to the core to do something like that. But if one tries to be totally honest, she would realise that selfishness is the truth, the only truth about anyone's character. I mean, everyone's their own centres of the universe, no denying that. There would always those seekers, those hippies, those yogis who would keep looking for a way beyond.

Anonymous said...

Supertramp! Ah, yes I remember him. A polar figure. I've watched that movie thrice, and every time there was a new thing to take away. The whole idea is so fucking tempting. Specially after knowing the fact that someone actually did it (even with the unfortunate end).

You've rightly identified him. One has to be selfish to the core to do something like that. But if one tries to be totally honest, she would realise that selfishness is the truth, the only truth about anyone's character. I mean, everyone's their own centres of the universe, no denying that. There would always be those seekers, those hippies, those yogis who would keep looking for a way beyond.

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

I saw him, and I personally don't have any qualms about his nature and his decisions. Life has a definite way of unraveling things that should. He had at last discovered (ironically), and wanted to return when he just got unlucky.

Of all his lessons, the most important was "Happiness only real when shared".

But he couldn't bring me down to tears. His father did. His father, when he ran out of the house like a madman, then after a little distance could not bear it anymore, sat in the middle of the road, clutched his feet, no, the folds of his pants, and cried. That was a man who lost something. Supertramp just lost his live. His family, I don't know what all things they lost in him.

Blasphemous Aesthete

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

You know, my way to minimalist living is THROUGH materialist things. Not from their sides. That would be stupid to me.