Jayshree Singh
5 min readMar 17, 2023



Thinking 🤔 about gaze - which to some is a glance, to some a glimpse, to some a lens to behold with ecstasy, to see one’s image, to search once profile, to seek self-conscious reflection, to gather recollections, to build a love-world with the other and with oneself.
Often the child-like playfulness revives to enjoy the rash sights that comes across, sometimes the youthfulness and its colored prime ring the jingle bell of gaeity to live in fancying the world of dreams and bygone memories of the preceding times that inherently impact the subconscious and the unconscious, so to realise consciously how not to bother about the gaze of others, rather to feel the likability for one’s own gaze towards oneself.
How the kind-self works often when gaze is to search affectionate glance. The glanced love depends on this same kind-self that profuses its blithe and bliss to the receiving gesture and looks.

Incase of an unkind-self the profusion of expression is not in the centered lens of look towards others, but in the polarised rifts/drifts of lens, which flicks or flickers as the lens changes its pattern in that pathway of

unkindness. The still cooling of the temperature seems to capture the eyes with heat and hot-self when the pricy pierce impact gets stronger as if to spread its split 💔sense into the eyes of others.
While the kind-self forgoes all the physicality of the other, it does not believe in shaping the shape of appearance, rather with its passionate pace forms its light to merge in the contours of that appearance, it refuses to look into self, rather it looks for its “**Selfie🤳 and the Self**” in the transcendental beauty ✨that lies in the gaze of others, as if others' or other’s truthful commitment would say all, would not refuse anything.
The kind-self indeed today is very much in scarcity, so meagrely existing, if come straight forward in front, with all its sense of innocence and ignorance, perhaps would be very much insecure, may be unsafe; yet would not step its foot back unless its thoughtful dance world of trance composed of tender care and tender love would not get shockers of deceptive looks and overlooks.
All homo-sapiens at first as an entrant in the self-mature world wish not to be swayed with any sort of defied or defined perceptions of gaze. They just want to live through that phase, they desire to invent something out of their developing or developed outlook. They do not expect themselves to get astray from their own self-build or self-chosen point of view, because the moment that hesitation enters, the path to confidence and diligence turns to difference and diffidence. As a diffidente the perception that already being carried as a legacy right from birth to adulthood starts selling one’s lens in multifaceted way with different perception - of course not usually as a looser, indeed not as a winner most likely; but definitely as a person with certain "self-explanation of self-indentification". Here at this juncture " Destiny is all" as the lead character — a hero, a warrior says to the young generation, his comrades, his patrons to his compatriots, to his lovemates while evolving and forming his bildungsroman. And the character is a hero, a warrior — Uthred of Uttenberg — of the Netflix serial The Last Kingdom" based on the fictional period history of pre-established kingdom of England during 11th-12th century A. D.

Hence it matters a lot to develop an insight and inspiration to differentiate the gaze of the kind-self from the unkind-self.
To illustrate more with an anecdote from the William Shakespeare play "Macbeth" - we come across a heath scene at the very instance where three witches lived and waited for any thoughtful aspired dreamy passer-by whose antecedents they already had known about as they were extra-terristerial beings. Coincidently Macbeth - the commander of Scotland, the victorious brave young warrior in the service of the King Duncan of Scotland, along with his co-commander Banqo passed through that witch-hunted chasm. The moment three witches got their eyes fell upon the passers-by, they with their horrid plan raised the 😈ghost of temptation and spread their chequered gaze to spell-bound the visitors, so both Commander Macbeth and his associate nobleman Banqo stopped without knowing what held them so abruptly enroute to the kingdom of Scotland, as everyone overwhelmingly awaiting their arrival. Meanwhile the three witches tempted the split aspired mind of the chivalrous but temptous mind of Macbeth by showering all their blessings on his victory over Cawdor and Thanne provinces and prophesied that Macbeth would soon be the King, and his friend Banquo would leave his survivors to be the Kings of the King. The structure of the plot of the play develops the etymology of kind, kindness and unkind with the situations and circumstances so well, that till date if we read and re-read the play we will find it is really true that the unkind-self survives not because it has spell-bounding effect upon the creatures those who are innately weak, but in actual sense the unkind-self gets powerful to override one’s own kind-self. Macbeth whose innate sense of cross-examining himself is so weak against the outside forces of unkindness that based on either necessity or on his need of the hour to prove himself the rightful owner of the credit of winning all wars and battles to save the kingdom. The transition that we see in his character from being a kind-self to an unkind one did not spare him to choose his own ways, rather bothered him more to be so much at his upper-hand all the time, that he lost his faithful wife, lost his brave friend, lost all his loyal nobles, lost all his dear relatives.

Was he responsible to kill them or to remove them from his 👣?? Was he not responsible to create a new directive to justify himself till the end — if so then how his martyrdom in the end was to himself Macbeth an unkind act????

That’s the reading of the play is left for readers here to read it. But definitely the character Macbeth in the play "Macbeth" made it clear at the end of the play that the wars are won with chivalry, but hearts are won with ❤. When hearts know the difference of war and peace, then gaze of hearts ❤💞know only love.

Jayshree Singh

https://medium.com/@1967jayshreesingh A prolific creative writer as a researcher and critic so credited with Publications more