Life is to change

Eversince, we have stepped into the twenty first century, our existence is increasingly getting uncertain, partly because of increasing number and diminishing resources and partly because of our bloating needs, which, I am afraid, are not very nature friendly.

Education and information are turning us into paranoids. We are getting wary of each other. Common man is reeling under identity crisis. In the name of creativity and originality we are screwing straight lines or skewing upright images. Music has turned into noise and entertainment into pure madness. Research and development is about proving the obvious wrong.

But all is not wrong. There is still a silver lining to the cloud and thread of brilliance with which the vicious spider is hanging. We got to straighten up our twisted and tangled psyches and lives. We have to withdraw ourselves from relativity and enjoy uniqueness of our own frame in this vast universe, respecting other's (x, y) at the same time. Only a sociological and psychological revolution may save this world now. We must work on changing the existing education system and curriculum.

Education today should be about becoming better creature and not better human.

Bees and the Bear

Bare Necessities, simple and easy to come by.

When talking of bare necessities, one can't avoid mumbling Baloo's number from the movie 'The Jungle book'.

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life...

The bees are buzzin' in the tree
To make some honey just for me...

If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard...

The number provides a number of reasons to live on bare necessities. Yes Sir Rudyard Kippling, I fully agree with you. World would have been a better place if undies were never called undies. But I disagree with Baloo the bear, who has been an out right Hypocrite when he taunts bees for collecting beyond their daily quota and claims that he himself lives on the bear minimum. In fact, half the year he is hogging and hoarding food in his big belly, saving for the winter days, when he would go into hibernation. No different than the ants and the bees, who work and save for the rainy days.

Getting back to the crux, unlike Baloo and the bees, we have stretched our needs much beyond the rationale of rainy days. We have lost the reason to work and possess. Its pure and simple greed which is driving us all. As a result human-hive is brooding a large population of greedy eunuch hogs thriving on else's sweat and sweet. Bare necessities are no longer easy and simple to come by. Worry and strife are always riding high on shoulders and playing over mind.

One day, this anthill would shrivel under the hollowness of substance and heat of lust and desire.

Earth Day - 22nd April

We live in a world where randomness and disorder are the order of the day. Principle of maximum entropy prevails. Energy and matter both seek inertial uniformity.

Any kind of bias is highly instable. Bias builds up potential difference, which instantaneously sets up motion, resulting in high entropy or randomness making the system stable.

Human race, by nature is biased, prejudiced and order loving. On the whole, a highly unstable package. Our alignment has wasted many of us in the past and will ultimately wipe the whole species out of the face of this earth someday.

On this day, we must pledge for a non aligned existence. There is beauty, peace and stability in diversity. Nobody is perfect in this world and as a cocktail we make a perfect drink that alone can give a perpetual High.

We will have to change our mindset to perceive order in disorder. That's what modern art is all about.There is a comfy butt place anywhere and everywhere, you just gotta shake those buns and adjust. Love thy neighbour but say no to brotherhood.

Desire spells disaster. Resign to the uncertainty. Long live Earth and all...

Fatal Attraction

Yet another finely done up mall sprung up next door. Spic n span interiors with beautiful colours and an orderly display of luring stuff. That was Spencers Retail mart at MGF mall in Gurgaon.

Spencers sounded very homely and I, against my nature, purchased two items viz. Sunflame gas stove and Philips Audio system. That was in January, 2008. But to my dismay, both items, though branded, turned out to be defective.

Well, I might like to forget the incidence as one night stand. But surely, Spencer’s would not like to be branded as just another hoover in town.

Bread or Butter

April 4, 2008
Only y'day we were skiing o'er butter and today moon's a bread. I always saw moon in bread. But it was man's obsession with oil that has finally launched tanduri roti to the place it belonged.

Sensex also bows to Dilip's and Himesh's Roti and dips 490pts. - something heading south, when everything else seeking nothing on gyro...

Handle with Care!

When I was a kid, my parents bought me new clothes but I won't wear them lest they would get dirty. I roamed around naked and they all just laughed at me.

I have grown up since then. But now I have come across this bunch of civilized citizens in the twilight zone, who won't let children play in the grounds lest they(the grounds) would go bald. Ha -ha -ha!!! And these guys have little or no time to amend themselves.

Moreover, the complex managers have been using common areas, which we have already paid for, for commercial activities like coaching club etc. Also, thanks to the greed of builders and developers, there are no grounds left in the near vicinity. The ground between F and H block has been the latest victim to these predators.

Our young guns need to fire full barrels in the outdoors. So the grounds in the complex cannot be made out of bound for them.

In the end, to my senior and civilized friends:
How many times did you read and were told, not to drink or eat spicy food. But you did and ruined that delicate grass(lining) of your very own private stomach. But now, why this love and concern for the common grounds, which are basically meant for the growth of the most beautiful flowers on this earth ie our kids?

If you have no answer, laugh with me and amend.

Valentine's Day

Picasso

I find those attachments raw and ugly. Creator has certainly not put in much time in designing those organs.

But still the world has been obsessed with them. Loads of web pages display them full blown from every angle and in every possible pose. Millions of surfers ogle and drool over with greed. But believe me, with regards private parts God has cut a sorry figure. Everyday I see those ugly sketches on the inner doors of our apartment elevator, drawn by servants, labourers or naughty kids with limited artistic bent. Those informal compositions, displaying private parts in public lift, do put us in embarrassing situation at times.

No different, as far as basic instincts go, I took cue from the lift door and thought of expanding the objects of desire into abstraction. Finally, the canvas had a curled pink and purple petals background with a solitary green cactus with brown hue, standing tall in the middle. On Valentine's day tomorrow, the painting, a blur replica of our elevator door, will find a place on my bedroom wall.

Only if God had not done this crude injustice, hearts wouldn’t have been selling on valentine day. Cause, hearts have nothing to do with love.

Cry for Injustice

Indian cricket team playing down under, gets some dubious decisions from the two Penguin like creatures on the ground and whole of India moans in pain as if the cherry had hit them straight on their balls with no guard on. (I doubt very much if we actually have a pair.)

Indian News papers and TV channels, who are always short of matter, got some fodder to chew and cud. Similarly, Indian masses known for having a solid digestion system against injustice or rebuke, failed to digest this one and result was mass heartburn and flatulence.

It is strange that few white collar players, passing their time on field in slow animation with hide and stick, keep our adrenaline levels high. And any inappropriate action or inaction on part of those stationary officials, who are restricted to minimal animation of a yawn or hand signs including finger gestures, challenges our sleeping manhood.

Such insults to the weaker sections of society are a part of sociological behaviour of man. But alarming is direct intrusion and attack on them in their own territory, which puts their existence in jeopardy in this civilized world. But, we have blissfully closed our eyes to the bloody walls around us and have got involved in the kid's stuff. Sure these walls will have 'Injustice' written on them with our blood one day.

So guys, wake up now. Rise above petty 'Gilli danda stufff' and join that voice of protest and self defence, which is being smothered next door.

Global Warming? No worries, put that AC on.

The best quality in all mortals is HOPE. We all live and survive on hope against hope. Even if the future is dark as Black Hole, hope to see the end of tunnel keeps us going through the day.

One need not be a rocket scientist or possess super telescope to see what lies in store for this little planet. A holocaust is overdue but this time there will be no losers in the end. And this very fact and fear, recognised and shared by all, is leasing life to mankind. Nature is asking for sacrifice and all of us are looking at each other for the scapegoat.

Some politicians are having holiday in Bali these days and enjoying global warmth in winter months. Blame game and carbon trading are some of the popular themes at the meet. They all share concern over future but the common mood is to celebrate for now as they sing in chorus, "Hey Baby, Jee lene de is pal ko. Kal ki sochenge kal ko." (Let us live this moment. 'll think about future tomorrow.)

Guys, our runaway train, firing full cylinders, is approaching a dead end. Tie your seat belts and bend down forward, head on knees and hands on head in hope against hope to survive this final impact. Happy landing.

Let it go down the drain

We win the twenty-twenty matka(game of chance) and a billion odd asses think the world is there to kiss them. We made a big halla-gulla as if we had conquered heaven. Indra, the rain god, was the first to retaliate and make us realize our worth. Few hours of his tantrums last Friday and the constipated city sewage system puked. Dead of this ghost city had to endure hours of stinking ordeal on their way back to their respective graves(homes).

Sewage and drainage system is the foundation of the urban planning. The Indus Valley Civilization boasted the earliest known accounts of urban planning, and the ancient Indus systems of sewage and drainage that were developed and used in cities throughout the Indus Valley were far more advanced than that of contemporary urban sites in the Middle East. Probably due to excessive rain, it was imperative to have an effective system in place.

Having a head start from rest of the world, we have not only lost the advantage but today we are pushed into the most sub-human era of all times. Greedy builders are busy going vertical while lethargic and corrupt town planners are in a stupor. Existing storm valves and pipes are choked with plastic and rubber, unable to see off this higher and heavier than ever shitfall.

Today we boast ourselves as one of the fastest growing economy. Money is flowing here as never before and we see this money twinkling through a slummed and rotten canvas where, air, water and earth present ample opportunity for man to display his survival instinct.

What did you hear? Survival? Ghosts need not worry in this haunted township.

Disposable Culture

Great poet Rahim was the pioneer of the disposable culture way back in 16th century, when he wrote:

Rahiman dhaga prem ka, mat todo chatkai
Toote se phir na jude, jude gaanth pad jaye

But it took three centuries to find solution to that knot. King Camp Gillette, taking a cue from the crown cork (used in place of lost caps of bottle refills), designed the first disposable - a razor blade. We have come a long way since then. Today almost everything is disposable, from nappy to relationship.

Other day my 7 year old demanded a new pair of shoes. I enquired sheepishly, "Why, What happened? I just bought you a pair last month." He declared that the lace of one of the pair was broken. If I were in his place, I would have simply knotted the broken lace but for him I bought a new one, lace ofcourse.

Endless assembly lines roll out objects of desire day in and day out. The economy of scale and time has made it cheaper to buy a new piece rather than repairing the broken one. While some repairs are certainly beyond the realms of the ordinary consumer, many are incredibly simple, requiring just the replacement of a broken or worn-out part. But it is a time consuming task to find spares and menders, incase you can't handle it yourself.

Mending is a dead art. The Mochi sitting at our colony gate, has a visiting card and calls the spot 'Jug's Shoe Saloon'. He only polishes shoes and does no repair work. However, he does undertake (soul) changes.

Abiding by the use and throw policy, we are producing piles of waste and pollutants. Besides, we are putting a lot of pressure on natural resources. On the positive side, disposable culture has given a push to economy and technology. Energy required for mending broken stuff goes into making new things.

But I like to make things work. For the past five years, I have spent number of weekends repairing my son's old bicycle in order to keep it running. But seems my son has now run out of patience and I'll have to buy him a Firefox soon to make this relationship work.

Citius, Altius, Fortius

Half an earth, half an earth,
Half an earth onward,
All in the valley of Mao
Rode the 1.3 billion.

Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
When can their glory fade?

O the wall they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the rail road they made,
Noble 1.3 billion.
- with apology to Alfred Tennyson.

For China, Olympics 2008 is not just another leap year games, but an exercise to showcase China in front of the world.

China has employed and trained 32,000 to 35,000 people across China, some of them farmers, who are paid $100 a month to handle anti-aircraft guns and rocket launchers. They are not at war with anyone but the Chinese government believes launching shells containing silver iodide pellets, using more than 12,000 anti-aircraft guns and rocket launchers in addition to about 30 planes, into clouds will curb rainfall and clear smog, ensuring clear skies for the 2008 Summer Olympics opening ceremonies in Beijing, when the sky go abuzz with fireworks.

Known as cloud seeding, China is counting on its "Light Brigade" of farmers-turned-weather-gods to maintain favourable weather through out the games.

On the other hand, China has started building a new fenced road to Everest Base Camp to ease access for the planned Olympic torch relay over the summit of the world's highest peak next year. The road through China's Tibet region will be used as the main route for the Olympic torch relay to the 5,200-metre Base Camp and for the increasing number of tourists visiting the mountain. From there a special high-altitude torch will carry the Olympic flame to the 8,844-metre summit of Everest.

China will move plenty of earth in bid to make 2008 games, a display of people's power, a grand success.

World Population Day

On this day, my respectful tribute to 13 billion hands, writing destiny of our planet.

Rubber, copper, scalpel or pills; all have failed to stop those intruding motile tailed 007s, from passing on the secrete code to the oval headquarters and conspiracy against mankind being hatched.

On the other hand, technology is up in arms against the theory of survival of the fittest, denying and defying rightful elimination of natural waste.

Thanks to the ball and brain, we have multiplied in numbers and grown from strength to strength. So far so good. Only fear and inevitable is the day, these numbers would stand up and use their might against each other.

Can only wish many many more happy returns of the day. Long live population.

Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, we gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
---Queen

Pack o wolves is on the run on a lifeless snow expanse. One falls, others devour. Iraquda and Syriappa were really meaty. The two have replenished the whole of :-) remaining hungry pack. The gradually diminishing pack is celebrating a night of content and prosperity. It would be "One World" till another one bites the dust.

Long live One Earth! and brotherhood!!! Wait till the meat turns dust in your jaws.

Carry on Earth...

Lifetime of a Universe

Creation of Universe

A big bang boom!!! And lo! Time, Space, Matter and Antimatter were born.

Matter and antimatter were both produced in equal quantities. Both started destroying each other on contact. But at the same time there was alignment and partition of the two. Matter joined hands together and formed a ring, and on the other side antimatter joined hands together to form another ring and both rings started inflating like a balloon in different planes.

Two identical intersecting rings of matter and antimatter are expanding clear of each other. Bound by gravity, hand in hand, celestial bodies are on their outward journey to eternity, so it seems.

End of Universe
Something created, must climax and end. Our world is destined to end abruptly at climax.

At some point in time the two balloons would be overstretched and gravity would not be able to hold matter or antimatter together thus breaking the links in the ever expanding rings, which in turn would bring the entire mass crashing down the centre breaching the other intersecting ring at the same time and the entire matter and antimatter would be annihilated, leaving a timeless canvas of energy behind.

My Universe

Light/Energy
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Light or energy was always there and will always be there...

I would describe light/energy in terms of time as "A unique frame where nothing changes or zero time or just an instance." Speed is function of time and space. But time, space and matter cease to exist in the frame of light.

Therefore, Speed of light = distance/time = 0/ 0 = undefined

Light/energy is not what we see.

Energy is something which has zero inertia or infinite inertia, cause inertia is again a function of time.

Creation of universe
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At an instance, energy mated with anti energy - A big bang boom!!! And lo! Time, Matter and space were born.

Matter
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Matter is stubborn baby of energy. Matter is limited by time and space. It was created and shall end with time and space. Matter is well conserved within time domain. It only changes form.

Time
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Time is matter's nanny/governess or master also adds to its dimensions. Time is mono directional and Cyclical in nature.

Space
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Provides dimensions and body to the matter. Makes movement possible. We see and perceive a three dimensional space. There could be more strings attached.

Other Dimensions
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There are other dimensions too, specially matter specific, which we can not see or observe.

End of Universe
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Probably the day anti matter meets and screw matter. Big bang Zoom!!! All would vanish into thin air.

Hum sab ek hein!!!

On my way to the Ministry of Transport, I pass by UNI building everyday. The BOD of UNI has been trying to sell off a major stake of the news agency to Zee Telefilms. Employees of UNI are protesting its sell off. For past few months a small group of employees gather outside the building and raise slogans against the management on a loudspeaker.

The other day while passing, I overheard an argument between the protestors. They were markedly divided over the change of location of the protest podium to the shaded side of the gate as some still preferred vastness of their regular side over the new venue where a tree shielded them from merciless midday sun. I heard the heated exchange till their noises faded away in the distance. But just then I couldn't stop laughing at them as I heard loudspeaker come to life with, "Hum sab ek Hein! UNI hamara hai!" (We all are one!!!)

Global Warming - A Meagre Solution

Re: http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/2007/05/01/stories/2007050100050900.htm

A well written article.

But the writer has failed to shave off the root of the problem. East foots the bill for West's luxury but who will foot the bill for East's extravagance. Solution does not lie in alternate fuels. Adding any kind of fuel to the existing wheel wagon is gonna derail the nature in coming years.

We need to cut down on fire in our minds, belly and below belly. Only hope for mankind lies in de-commercialization of society. We must learn to enjoy this beautiful planet as it is. We don’t need no gaudy seasoning, decoration or presentation to this Godly platter(planet). Lingerie and g-strings are enough to add flavour to sexy bodies. Today, beauty is dead and buried deep down the garbage of human civilization.

We grow up learning about personal hygiene, we wash our hands ten times, boil our water and food but what about the air we breathe? We are blissfully inhaling the most un-hygienic thing on our planet.

Carry on earth…

ICC WORLD CUP - WI 2007

Welcome to the Caribbean calypso. Above is my wild go to the top. Wish you all a Happy World Cup 2007 and late nite viewing. Thieves and burglers are sure to go through a lean period. My advice to them, " Have a break guys. Sit back and enjoy."

http://www.worldcupguyana.com/schedule.htm

J Man's Vision

Recently I had the pleasure of going thru a beautifully writen blog.

The young writer is none other than my sister's son Amit alias Jugga (extreme left).

http://amit.blogsome.com