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Friday, December 31, 2010

un-named feeling

The other night I was listening to trance and Wondering about physics in binary code. visualized the orgasmic dances of Shiva. It seemed a doom's night. got overpowered by a starry eyed surprise of a cosmic gate opening to an unnamed feeling. Appeared to have absconded to a de-facto state of trance and felt insomniac.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

the H effect

I was chatting with a friend the other day and we were joking about the double-H in my name. How numerology effected people was a far off topic, how it effected my name is more relevant in my case.
What it triggered was a contemplation about matter.

A perennially quintessential question:
“Do you believe in God?”
Factually nine out of ten people answer in an affirmative. The other 10 percent provide a variety of answers, including a favorite among skeptics and atheists: “Which god do you mean?” And then they offer a litany of classical and non-classical deities: Aphrodite, Amon Ra, Apollo, Brahma, Thor, and Zeus.

The smallest, simplest, elementary unit creating, constituting, engulfing and decomposing all matter that exists. H-Hydrogen

Needless to say that objectivity of every thing, tool, gadget, figure, article, body, brain, shape, thought, and sense is from hydrogen. Acted upon by forces of gravitons and nuclear fusion in the stellar furnaces heavier elemental frameworks derive configurations which now form not only the machinery we use but also the soft tissue which makes us think.

The axiom of life/death, thoughts/actions, matter/energy is a spherical design of nature with an electron orbiting a nucleus, governed by the religion of quantum forces..omnipresent God.

Friday, October 15, 2010

keep talking - adapted

For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk

A silence surrounds the man and he's not able to think straight. By man, here, I intend to talk about mankind..
Sitting in the corner he does not want any one to bother him
He thinks that he should speak, however he can not seem to do so
His words do not come out right and it makes him feel like drowning

He feels weak and can not show his weakness and sometimes wonders where he can go now
Loneliness surrounds him with an aura of haunting and melancholia

It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Mist Marijuana Mystics McLeodganj

The sight, smell, taste and noises were as mesmerizing as the touch of moist air on a perspiring face under Bhagsu fall. After a trek on a mountain with weed(s) growing all around, at a place where it seems as the inhabitants are smoking up in the basements of the town, planing to change the ways the worlds run, cold water numbs the warm feet as if caught paralysis.

A tingling sensation overwhelms the legs, while moving out of the water and climbing an ice cold mineral mass of a slanting slab edging away from the rock under the waterfall.

Hippies and Tibetans give the noir the completeness of a captivating land that grips the brain cells as a fascinating magnet spellbinding the spirit with charm.

Indian faces seem rare as one makes way through the bustling streets of McLeodganj. Indianism eliminates as one enters the town. The ambiance of the place takes up the responsibility to seduce. Sipping Jasmine flowers in hot water add to the moments of overflowing pleasure.

Mist surrounds a second after a warm Sun shines past the shadows of mountains. Rain drops pour as if its a free. Trippy incense compliments the magical aura inside the Dalai Lama monastery where walls with Kalchakra prints cause hypnosis. Displays of Tibetan culture and craft mesmerizes the five senses at Norbulinka with the excellence of human harmony with nature envelops the mind, body and soul as white light penetrating through a clear crystal and engulfing a chamber filled otherwise with complexity and agitation, making it pure, clean, soothing and pleasant.

A view of the Dhauladhar gives an awe inspiring jealousy of not being at the place for ever.

Friday, August 27, 2010

contradiction of brain's binary code

Considering the metaphysics of existence, the etimology of our perceptive images seems paradoxically vage. Sometimes our consciousness creates mutually incompatible, real or apparent, thoughts.

Our world can not begin, but if you think better of it, then it can not end.

We work, look for answers, solutions, truth from the beginning till the end of a day. But closer we approach, new possibilities and new beginnings emanate..and the truth seems still farther away..an infinite effort our destiny be.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

on the inside..flying through darkness..trip

vent in numbness,

issue me a passport to oblivion.
amputate complexity,
and chaos.

expunge ramifications and intricacies. # <---- feel like


Sunday, May 9, 2010


Musicians often wander playing music in the derb. Here was one right outside our house. His music was haunting and lovely at the same time.

I sometimes feel enchanted by things. This was one such moment. The acoustic sounds rang in my head like waves of hypnosis. It was a state of unending dimensionality. Every change in the notes felt disturbingly mesmerizing.

Moving out of my bedroom, I passed through the lobby to see him. I stood close to the kitchen window, peeking at a sharp angle to get a glimpse of the man, but I couldn't. Gauging direction of the sounds, I ran to the balcony across the cross sectional diagonal of our drawing room to catch him.

Unfortunately, he was too fast.

Now whenever I listen to the chanting in a mosque, I recall the incident when I was seduced by the musician as I picture a poor, shabby artist playing a heavy bass on a flute.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Religious Love

Since I do not have much to do these days for my joining date is a month or so away, I have been watching movies and reading stuff on the internet. A movie I saw yesterday got me hooked to a natural phenomenon so much that I spent 4 hours doing an 'MRP' on it :-). The name of the movie hardly matters but it had an interesting scene. About love making and relationships.
It intrigued me so much that I wanted to read about it on the internet. No sooner than the movie ended Google was on. Then came Wikipedia...

When we talk about flowers, especially orchids, each orchid has specific relationship with a certain insect that pollinates it. Every certain orchid looks exactly like a certain insect so that the insect is drawn towards it as if the wild flower is its soul mate, its double. And it wants nothing more than to make love to it. And after that, the insect flies off to another soul-mate flower to make love to it and thus pollinating it.

I wonder whether the plant or the insect ever understands the significance of their religious love making.

How can they know that because of their little dance the world lives? But it really does. By simply doing what they are designed to do something large and magnificent happens. In this sense they show us how to live how the only barometer you have is your heart.

Now when you spot your flower you can't let anything get in the way. Love it.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

380,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 MW of power

If the non polluting, cost effective and more efficient options of producing energy are employed, the oil business will go down. Those companies which provide funds for political parties and help them win elections will suffer. The coal industry, the oil industry, the steel industry, which employ millions of workers will be knocked out and in turn the government will be blamed for loss of jobs due to lack of subsidies.

This fear in the minds of the governing keeps wind powered engines, solar cell and concept cars from being commercialized. Even though the idea of renewable sources of energy is propagated, governments still rely on the what-so-ever left fossil fuels to keep the likes of Shell and ONGC running in order to operate the governments and in turn the economy.

Around 93 million miles from where you are sitting and reading this, a massive ball of plasma-tic nature of physical anatomy burns 600 million tonnes of hydrogen to give 595 million tonnes of helium every second. This makes our Sun lose 5 million tonnes of its mass to churn more energy each second than ever used in human history which gives 380,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 MW of power.

This energy received on the Earth amounts to a colossal 38lacks and 50thousand ExaJoules in a year, or 440*10^21 Joules per hour. What is consumed by all the humans, for food, exploration, manufacturing & production, entertainment, R&D, marketing, computations etc amounts to an average of 5.7*10^19 Joules per year.

This means that even if we can capture 1/8000th part of energy that the Sun showers at us in an hour, we can actually power the entire Earth for one year.

We can get more energy in an hour than is being consumed per year.

We have the technology -

  • for active capture: Parabolic dishes and Stirling Engine system, Photovoltaics, Simple thermal collectors
  • for passive capture: solar alignment of buildings, use of favorable thermal mass materials and light dispersing character of glass and building substances, designing spaces to naturally circulate air

Then why not use it? For residential purposes, solar power inverters are available at costs as low as can be covered within 18 months of installation. saving on electricity, and of-course cascading the benefit to the bank balance which can be invested for better living.

Monday, March 15, 2010

4C - Christopher Columbus Cooked Cookies

When a cake is so easy to make and so good to taste, who needs a cake mix?

I came home from Delhi, yet again. The next day, today, when I went to the kitchen to warm my lunch up, I thought of baking a vanilla cake. Even though we had chocolate powder, but I wanted to experiment with Vanilla, so as not to screw up the not-yet-cooked Chocolate cake.

I put palak paneer that my mom cooked into the microwave oven and side by side starting gathering the ingredients for my vanilla cake:

2 cups sugar
4 eggs
2-1/2 cups flour
1 cup milk
3/4 cup oil
2-1/4 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon vanilla essence

I preheated the OTG at 170 degrees C and started the intermediaries. In a bowl went eggs and sugar. I beat them with the hand blender till it was thick. Then I added milk and flour, oil, baking powder and vanilla and beat the hell out of it all for 3-4 min.

Then the batter went into the preheated greased baking pan. I put in the OTG for 40 minutes and went to eat my food while watching a pirated version of the new movie - Click. It is a pathetic copy of the Japanese movie - Shutter, and a very poor attempt to plagiarize.

I realized my hom was filled with an aroma. I felt the same thing on February 14 this year. I was in the Delhi metro going to Lajpat Nagar when some chick boarded my compartment and the aroma of a freshly baked cake filled the atmosphere.

The movie wasn't that good, it was awful, but the sweet smell seduced me and my senses. I wanted to munch on something, anything.

Around 4pm, I heard the OTG bell ring. It meant that 40 minutes were over. I waited, impatiently, for another half an hour for the pan and the cake to cool down. Took out my baking and boy it looked awesome.

This vanilla-scented cake was supposed to be simply irresistible when slathered with my favorite frosting and then layered in whipped cream and pineapple jam.

However, the way the Americas were discovered when Columbus started his journey to discover India, a thick layer of biscuit was baked when I really wanted to bake a vanilla cake. Why? because I used a very wide cross-sectioned, shallow pan instead of a deep one.

Well.. Good heavens it didn't burn.

Monday, March 8, 2010

talking 2 the snake charmer, looking @ grandiose, feeling awe-struck

I was standing at 8000 feet above sea level, looking through the camera lens. What I saw was amazing as..

With all its strength, peaking through air from above the clouds, oozing majesticity and might, 380km from my feet, still visible clearly through the naked eye.

As my driver talked told us how people in the mountains live eating only what they grow, and how rice is manually threshed and milled before marketing, I looked at the apple farms terracing from the hills like that in a child's drawing sketch book. As he maneuvered the cuts and curves like a snake charmer, I tried to get a glimpse of this massive compound of dark rock, black dirt, snow, and glistening ice, that held itself above 24300 feet.

Nanda Devi, a gigantic carving of nature between the valley of Rishganga and Goriganga, holding ground in the Garhwal Himalayas.

It shone like a mammoth chiseled superstructure angled to perfection of the beholder's perception.

Upon reaching Mukteshwar peak, I could see the unambiguity of each mountain in the snow clad Northern Himalayan range. Nanda Devi, Nanda Kot, Nandaghunti, Trishul and five peaks of Panchachuli stood proudly.

Towards the South and East were the Kumaon Hills of Uttarakhand. And how I felt is hard to put to words..

Its not what I felt within me, but something that my mind wanted to relate to their loftiness.

great, awe-striking, grand, elegant, egotistical, credible, reputable, esteemed, dignified, honorable, deemed proud-blooded (if that makes sense at all)..

Now I want to climb the Himalayas. :-)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

i like ghiya

We ran out of cooking gas last night. So, our cook (Our CrOOK) was not able to INNOVATE this morning. Mind you, he is very good at that. Tea without sugar, and dal without salt are a couple of his specialties.

I thought I would go out for breakfast, but was in no mood to. Lazy bum I am. I thank Anish for getting cornflakes, for they made a nice fill. A glass full of cold milk, a tea spoon of sugar and cornflakes in my mug. It was such a nice feeling. Not because now I had something to tank my belly up, but the fact that I had not eaten cornflakes for over a year.

The crunch of mildly salty corn, with small dispatches of sweet milk, cool breeze gliding around my face, and a constant chirp of sparrows made a mouthful of happy feelings to swallow.

I realize happiness was not because I found a solution for my issue of satisfying my hunger. The little flakes that I found were the real reason.

People pick up volcanic rocks at Mt Kilimanjaro, they bring back postcards, cameras full of images, souvenirs when they go vacationing. All these small items do not give them what the real thing did, or can. But they give them memories, of an experience they had, of the hike they did with the family, the fun they had with friends, the soar buttock they got when they fell off a pony, the pleasure of bathing in a spring.

The flakes made me remember my days in Chandigarh when I was, I think, in eighth or nine standard and used to take Chocos with cold milk. Some of my friends hated them but I liked their chocolaty taste with cold milk. I remember having a bowl while writing my homework in the evening as well. Sometimes, I demanded the same for dinner too, and my mom used to tell me that they are no substitute for food and that I should eat my chapattis/daal/sabzi/salad properly. But I wanted Chocos only...deemed.

Now whenever I go back home, mom asks me if she should prepare chicken, mutton, or black dal, paneer etc., things I liked.

I do not want rajma, kadi, paneer, kali daal..every other restaurant serves these; can still do with non-veg though. But what I want are brown daal, yellow daal, ghiya, with all the spices and onions, tomatoes, garlic and ginger, which I detested earlier, with each morsel I take.

Little things in life that no one cares about when they do get them, sometimes become a craving when deprived of.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

education is a cover up

Education is actually mass hypnosis.

Does that mean the teacher is hypnotizing the kids into believing P comes after O? Yes.

Why do you think:
first: we are taught thermodynamics
second: are asked to submit an assignment on laws of thermodynamics
third: the professor asks us to deliver a presentation on car radiator
fourth: there are lab activities on endothermic and exothermic reactions
fifth: then lab activities on effusion and diffusion of gases
sixth: need to submit another assignment on functioning of a refrigerator
sixth: we got to write a test on the entire course

to fuse thermodynamics to our brain cells in a way that even if a person drinks water, he can feel the heat transfer within his body.

Every concept is taught from the basic and then built upon. With examples, theoretical explanations, lab experiments, assignments that make us work up our brains around it. And in the end, an examination when everybody studies the subject again, remembering, reciting, mugging up facts and understanding theologies.

The process stresses upon laboring over the same thing again and again.

That is the reason why educationists emphasize so much on eye contact and have words like "confidence", "trust", "focus" ..."attitude" associated to it but don't explain the real thing- hypnosis.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Do you believe in ghosts?

No. Why?

Because they're un-sci-en-ti-fic.

They contain no matter, and have no energy, and therefore according to the laws of science, do not exist except in people's minds.

The scientific point of view has completely wiped out all other views to a point where they all seem primitive, so that if a person today talks about ghosts or spirits he is considered ignorant or maybe nutty. It's just  impossible to imagine a world where ghosts can actually exist.

My own opinion is that the intellect of the modern man isn't that superior. IQs aren't that different. The medieval men were just as intelligent as we are, but the context in which they thought was completely different. Within that context of thought, ghosts are as real as atoms, particles, photons and quants are to a modern man. In that sense I believe in ghosts. Modern man has his ghosts and spirits too.

Example, the laws of science and the number system. These are ghosts. We just believe in them so thoroughly that they seem real.

It seems completely natural to presume that gravitation and the law of gravitation existed before Isaac Newton. It would sound unbelievable to think that until the seventeenth century there was no gravity.

So when did this law start? Has it always existed?

What I'm driving at is the notion that before the beginning of the earth, before the sun and the stars were formed, before the primal generation of anything, the law of gravity existed. Sitting there, without a mass of its own, without any energy, not in anyone's mind because there wasn't anyone, not in space because there was not space either, not anywhere...

IF that law existed, I honestly don't know what a thing has to do to be nonexistent. It seems to me that law of gravity has passed every test of nonexistence there is. No one can ever think of even a single scientific attribute of existence the law of gravity had. And it is still "common sense" to believe that it existed.

If you think about it long enough you'll find yourself reach only one possible, rational conclusion. The law of gravity and gravity itself didn't exist before Newton. No other conclusion makes sense.

And what that means is that that law of gravity exists nowhere else but in people's heads. Its a ghost.
The real problem, the contradiction the scientists are stuck up with today is that of the mind. Mind has no matter or energy but they can't escape its predominance over everything they do. Logic exists in the mind. Numbers exist only in the mind. I don’t get upset when scientists say that ghosts exist in the mind. It’s that only that gets me. Science is only in our minds too, it’s just that that doesn’t make it bad. Or ghost either. So ghosts are good.

Laws of nature, laws of logic, mathematics are human inventions, like ghosts. The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. We see what we see because ghosts of Moses and Christ and the Buddha, Darwin and Plato, and Aryabhatta and Lincoln show it to us. Newton is a very good ghost. Infact one of the best. Our common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past.

We see ourselves the way we want to. In our minds. We are ghosts too.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

i SAW a bird today

When I get up each morning, the first thing I do is drink water. Ten to twelve big gulps. I usually can not take any more than that. Then I open the windows to let in fresh air.

Today when I opened the windows, I saw a bird. A sparrow like creature. Small. It had an orange beak. Black-brown feathers from head to chest and back. The belly turned to gray and the inner side of its tail was a gradient mix of gray and white. It looked around moving the head from left to right, upward and downward in short bursts.

It posed on the balcony wall on its left foot. I had never seen this (type of) bird earlier. I was anxious to observe its activities. I stood there looking at it from my room. I picked up my phone that I had kept charging the last night on the table and thought of clicking it. Then I changed my mind. I didn't.

Maybe my mind wanted to register the episode rather than having a split moment of the bird standing there being in my memory card. The bird jerked its body, as if drying the feathers, or shaking off the cold. Then hopping on its left leg only, it moved towards the left, in the sun. I think the poor thing had its other leg hurt. After being still for some time, it jerked again and then sat down.

That was the end of it. I moved on with my day.

What kept me glued to the feathered creature was that I had never seen a bird with such colors. Or was it that I never took notice of an earthly carnal being, living life like me, just of a different species, behavior, habits and livelihood.

We are so busy with our lives to listen to the rain slapping the ground or follow a butterfly's vibrant flight. I wonder if we really mean it when we ask  "Hey! How are you?"
Is it just a gesture, or do we really intend to stick around and listen to the reply, because mostly we get an answer "bas badhiya bhai, tu bata", "i'm good, how're you?"

When we go to bed we have gazillions of thoughts regarding chores that need to be completed the next day. We run very fast to complete out tasks, to reach our destination, and in the process miss half the fun of getting there.. Life becomes like an unopened gift.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Religion..a system of incorporating fear

Religions exist due to scarcity; of information regarding why natural phenomenon took place.

Religion is a system that was created to explain the un-describable (if that is a word). Floods, thunder, solar eclipse, earthquakes, deaths.

Earliest known evidence of human religion is from homo-sapiens neanderthalensis around hundred thousand years ago. Since then, religion continues to be a significant and influential aspect of human lives.We have faced numerous issues, challenges and problems from every possible background, location and social class (which is also a stratification invented by by religion on the basis of type of work, color, and physical variables of humans). People have faced issues of health, safety and mortality. Religion was the universal tool for explaining things that could not be understood through the context of the known physical world.

It also defines a manifestation of the human mind, of human-like entity that has greater power to control natural occurrences: god. An upset god, created flood and earthquake, famine and plague to punish those who carried out undesirable acts. Acts which were not "desirable" by the few who were corrupt. These people started a value system for the benefit of their then unorganized corporations by giving directions to control the human actions, thus purchasing power to govern the human society in lieu of the guidance and directions to be in the "good books" of god.

Thus, religion is a notion of conduct of human behavior as is favorable for those who propagate it.

Consider this, all men and women are born from the womb, naked, in need of food, shelter, protection. Alike. Religion creates an identity for them by inculcating the value system that has been traditionally inscribed into our minds and hearts so deeply that it has become perpetual and ubiquitous. Religion is a cause for social stratification. The elite, the poor, the masters, the servers, the leaders, the followers.

Religion does not tell us to be unified as we are. Born with the same bio-structural systems composed of the same atoms that started the universe. It does not have an agenda to consider us as one or even equal. It, instead segregates people into Hindus, Christians, Jews, Muslims etc.Each of these is further subdivided into sub religions with sub cultures and numerous leaders with their modifications of the value system to have their followers behave in a to profit them.

A religion divided is no religion at all.

The funny thing is the common link - god, as the most powerful someone. This clarifies that the minds of those who breed religion and keep the followers under control function in a similar fashion. Keep people under a constant fear of god and derive power to run the society.