<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516</id><updated>2011-10-01T05:10:34.723-07:00</updated><category term='god'/><category term='sense'/><category term='law of averages'/><category term='instinct'/><category term='responsibility'/><category term='reason'/><category term='universe'/><category term='sum of parts'/><category term='logic'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='futility theory'/><title type='text'>Still Evolving</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-7408262831428981338</id><published>2011-01-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T07:55:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Towards nature's universal language</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Language developed as a means of communication, rather as a medium of exchange of ideas. But how well does and idea get captured in words? And how precisely is it perceived by the intended recipient? The entire collection of books and scriptures of a civilization are a true representation of the society that created it. To put this in another way, language captures the essence of a culture, just like the stock price captures the essentials of a company. Language becomes a determinant in the development of civilization. Societies with languages that are gender neutral, like Bengali and German, the power is shared more “equally” among the genders than other societies following gender sensitive languages like Hindi or English. To understand these distinctions more clearly, let us analyse this objectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A language grows as the civilization progresses. New objects discovered and invented add to the language in terms of new words. Poetry adds a visualization element to the grammar of the language. A beautiful poem is able to evoke the same visualizations and emotions across a large section of the population thereby elevating the level of “human-ness” in the society. Similarly new concepts developed and scientific progress made elevate the society to a higher standard of living. But is the language inherently strong enough so that it can adapt to the changing cultures due to technology and yet maintain the existing identity of the society?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let us see what we mean by some of our basic words, like “leaf” and “demand”.  What do you mean by the word, leaf? In botany, a leaf is an above-ground plant organ specialized for photosynthesis. A stem is elongated structure that supports a plant. So does a cactus have leaves or stems? It is not quite so easy to answer as it appears. Similarly let us try to define the word demand. Frequently understood as a requirement, it has a desire aspect attached to it as well. While the calorie intake required per head may be 2000 calories a day, it does not quantify demand as the demand may be for only 1500 calories or 3000 calories a day depending on lifestyle. The synonyms may help explain meanings, but may end up distorting the meaning as well. Even the basic words are not very cooperative for us to develop higher concepts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What about the scripts that let us express and share our knowledge? Let us take pictographic scripts for example. They may capture an idea in more complete manner and brief manner, but it faces issues of scale. Scientific advancement will flood the language with new symbols so much that a prowess in language becomes essential for the further progress of technology. Moreover the language is phonetically unclear for everyone and dictionary lookup becomes essential for the intelligentsia. A visualization of a symbol as a picture might undergo changes as the knowledge base expands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Chinese (Mandarin) script has over 50,000 symbols of which 10% may be in common use. How much of society and science can be captured in just 5000 symbols? Remember that these symbols are not alphabets but words. To read the names of all elements and compounds in that humanity is aware of, we just need to know 26 alphabets in English. But to do the same in Chinese would require knowledge of not only the symbols for “element” and “compound” but also of each of the 108+ elements. This is a very intuitive understanding of a pictographic language. It is a limited language indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let us come to the alphabetic languages like English and German. Starting with English, we see that it is predominantly male-focused language. Man represents humans and it is the responsibility of the “white-man” to take civilization forward. The language represents a one-god, no goddess faith system that puts conquest above all rest. Germans on the other hand have a precise language where appointments are fixed in a 24hour time format to avoid confusion. The focus is more on the verb than on gender of the noun. Their nation is their “fatherland” indicating that a sense of pride, power and ambition is central to the collective psyche that coordinates its actions through mathematical “precision” of its language.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is an Indic set of alphabetic languages represented by Sanskrit, Tamil, Hindi and Bengali. Each of them captures the Indian essence equally but each has specific characteristics that make them unique. Their differentiating  is the separation of consonants and vowels. Among the four above, only Bengali is gender-neutral like German. Bengali borrows consonants in its script from Sanskrit and vowels from Tamil. Tamil keeps the essence of South India alive whereas Hindi shows how Arabic language influences on Sanskrit have been “Indianised”. But Sanskrit being the mother language of all, has an elegance and beauty that echoes the fundamental characteristics of nature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This brings us to the central point of this article. Not only should the language be flexible enough to adapt to progress in science and technology but it should also mirror nature’s characteristics in its fundamental structure. The concept of a two i.e. a pair is a fundamental truth of nature. The pairs may be opposing, like proton and electron, good and bad, or may co-exist like two strands of DNA, male and female. This fundamental truth should be allowed to reflect itself as a separate concept in the grammar. Among all known languages, only Sanskrit adds a dual to singular and plural forms in the language. This is of monumental importance. Between one and many, us and them, there is a form that exists called both or together. From conflict we have a state of equilibrium in between. So the Sanskrit based Hindu civilizations did not expand by military conquest, but by including and bringing together cultures of varying geographies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has always been out endeavor to capture the knowledge inherent in nature. We know that nature expresses itself in mathematics. Many scientists are of the opinion that a breakthrough in science awaits a revolution in our understanding of mathematics. Maybe that understanding of mathematics is hindered by “sub-standard” languages that restrain our thoughts from infancy.  We can start bringing about the change by incorporating the “dual” of Sanskrit and then proceeding to incorporate words with specific meanings and lesser stress on synonyms. A scientific grammar will help science. And maybe as time progresses, we may or may not have a language that is gender-neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ 3-Jan-2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-7408262831428981338?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/7408262831428981338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=7408262831428981338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/7408262831428981338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/7408262831428981338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2011/01/towards-natures-universal-language.html' title='Towards nature&apos;s universal language'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-111403997764551326</id><published>2010-10-27T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:00:30.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This too shall pass away</title><content type='html'>Once in Persia reigned a King,&lt;br /&gt;Who upon his signet ring&lt;br /&gt;Graved a maxim true and wise,&lt;br /&gt;Which, if held before his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Gave him counsel at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Fit for every change and chance.&lt;br /&gt;Solemn words, and these are they;&lt;br /&gt;"Even this shall pass away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trains of camels through the sand&lt;br /&gt;Brought him gems from Samarcand;&lt;br /&gt;Fleets of galleys through the seas&lt;br /&gt;Brought him pearls to match with these;&lt;br /&gt;But he counted not his gain,&lt;br /&gt;Treasures of mine or main;&lt;br /&gt;"What is wealth?" the king would say;&lt;br /&gt;"Even this shall pass away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid the revels of his court,&lt;br /&gt;At the zenith of his sport,&lt;br /&gt;When the palms of all his guests,&lt;br /&gt;Burned with clapping at his jests,&lt;br /&gt;He, amid his figs and wine;&lt;br /&gt;Cried, 'O loving friends of mine;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures come, but not to stay;&lt;br /&gt;"Even this shall pass away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, fairest ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;Was the bride he crowned his queen.&lt;br /&gt;Pillowed on his marriage bed,&lt;br /&gt;Softly to his soul he said:&lt;br /&gt;Though no bridegroom ever passed;&lt;br /&gt;Fairer bosom to his breast,&lt;br /&gt;Mortal flesh must come to clay-&lt;br /&gt;"Even this shall pass away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting on a furious field,&lt;br /&gt;Once a javelin pierced his shield;&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers, with a loud lament,&lt;br /&gt;Bore him bleeding to his tent.&lt;br /&gt;Groaning from his tortured side,&lt;br /&gt;"Pain is hard to bear," he cried;&lt;br /&gt;"But with patience, day by day,&lt;br /&gt;Even this shall pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towering in the public square,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty cubits in the air,&lt;br /&gt;Rose his statue carved in stone.&lt;br /&gt;Then the king, disguised, unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Stood before his sculptured name,&lt;br /&gt;Musing meekly: "What is fame?"&lt;br /&gt;Fame is but a slow decay;&lt;br /&gt;Even this shall pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck with palsy, sore and old,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the Gates of Gold,&lt;br /&gt;Said he with his dying breath,&lt;br /&gt;"Life is done, but what is death?"&lt;br /&gt;Then, in answer to the king,&lt;br /&gt;Fell a sun beam on his ring,&lt;br /&gt;"Even this shall pass away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Theodore Tilton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-111403997764551326?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/111403997764551326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=111403997764551326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/111403997764551326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/111403997764551326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-too-shall-pass-away.html' title='This too shall pass away'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-4705279639084239991</id><published>2009-10-17T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:05:35.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next evolution stage</title><content type='html'>A view of the future fills us with wonder, awe and usually fear. Mutants might emerge soon who are superior to us and like us they'll rule over all inferior species, including non-mutant humans. If that doesn't happen aliens will come to earth and wipe out all civilization. And maybe we might just not have so much patience and kill each other by developing more and more deadly weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such kinds of imagination are no doubt creative and tend to fit a particular theory of probability and scientific possibility. We might very well try a different perspective by asking a basic question. What is the purpose of life/conciousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of life is to create beings with supreme intelligence who can adapt to any conditions. Right now we are at the stage where science and technology has brought us to the stage with the following characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;1. Machines having processing / computation speeds higher than the human brain&lt;br /&gt;2. The development of artificial intelligence&lt;br /&gt;3. Machines that can assemble other machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would be we have next? "Smarter" machines that can assemble their "clones" and actually "create" even smarter machines with with better adaptability. Where would we stand in the same world vis-a-vis them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitively, they would not have emotions nor instincts and hence would act "insensitively" wiping us out or using us humans as resources. Ironically, we think that way because thats the exact way our "civilizations" have emerged. Even more ironically, it was always emotions and instincts that made us "animals" and hence less "human". Maybe we cant take it that machines would be more "human" that us humans!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the point, we must ask why emotions and instincts emerge, why they exist now and are they required later. Instincts emerged to ensure survival of the body that will house the seat of logic and decision making. It is immediate and local in nature and can handle only simple situations with simple responses. Emotions emerged as a stepping stone towards intelligent consciousness. They also introduced variability in the decision making making them seem irrational. This helped in the being taking decisions that assumed a bigger unknown picture for the decision maker bringing him out of the sub-optimal solution trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions and instincts may be required for animals (including humans) probably because they are still evolving. It might also be that they are still required. Maybe both reasons hold. But we started with the assumption that the purpose of life is to create beings with supreme intelligence. It seems we are getting stuck here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold on! We are not getting stuck. The machines may be "smarter", but that is true when they have a task at hand. Will they be able to ask questions? Will they be able to figure out unexpected pattern and perform lateral thinking i.e. be creative? Maybe they need to have emotions and instincts to do so. For that they will need to be living like us humans. The machines need us to be supreme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact we also need machines for their capabilities for us to be supreme. So why cant humans and machines merge? Of course they can! In fact they are already merging. Take for example pacemakers, or for that matter artificial limbs, hearing aids, and even chips that record all that our eyes see. We can clone ourselves and are right now mutating our own species!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outcome is fascinating to say the least. We are creating a new branch of science and even defining what things like evolution and species mean. It does put us at conflict with the supernatural things claimed in all religions. Well except for Hinduism. "Vasudhaiva kutumbakam" means the world is one family. Note that it said the "world", and not all "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the next evolution step is the merging of material and logic at will. Probably it is the same supreme being that will dominate its existence across galaxies. Its happening faster than you feel or think or imagine. Be prepared my friend, be prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written on 17-Oct-2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-4705279639084239991?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4705279639084239991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=4705279639084239991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/4705279639084239991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/4705279639084239991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-evolution-stage.html' title='The next evolution stage'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-4233593345618268455</id><published>2009-10-17T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:04:16.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stages of Life</title><content type='html'>We find it easy to imagine stages of life as the following: Childhood, teenage, youth, middle-age and old-age. Of course, this chronological division is easy to do. A more fruitful activity oriented staging of life is provided by Hinduism as the four ashramas: Bhrahmacharya, Grihastha, Vaanprastha, Sanyaasa; effectively translating into virgin studenthood, family life, reclusion and seclusion. Each phase has been given 25 years assuming a 100 year lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the ambiguity arises. Neither do we have a fixed lifetime nor do we have fixed times/ratio of times to give to each phase. The transition is gradual yet distinct. Usually we end up not living the last phase of the "sanyaasa" time. But how does that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters because somewhere we are trying to classify our life's decisions based on some criteria. These decisions have to be based on some priority order. What is this priority order to take life's most crucial decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four life phases are better understood if we try to understand what is most important for us in each life phase. In the first phase our parents are most important for us. In the next one it is our life-partner. Following that the most important for us is our children. In the last phase, it is the ambiguous bigger thing that is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the following turns out to be the priority order in our life in the contemporary time, allowing for some redefinition of life phases:&lt;br /&gt;1. Brahmacharya aashram: Student life&lt;br /&gt;2. Grihastha aashram: Initial job life, marriage, till the arrival of the first offspring&lt;br /&gt;3. Vaanprastha aashram: Continues till the end of education/student life of the youngest offspring&lt;br /&gt;4. Sanyaasa aashram: Period till the end of one's life during which one concentrates and acts on the bigger value of his life's efforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the utility of the above distinction clearer, lets briefly look at the boundary decisions of each:&lt;br /&gt;1. Brahmacharya: Learning to choose based on benefit to self and benefit to significant others (eg: friends, parents, elders). First priority is parents/elders/teachers. Focus is on education.&lt;br /&gt;2. Grihastha: Choosing based on benefit to self. First priority is life-partner. This transition of first priority should have acceptance of the earlier priority holders i.e. parents. If parents dont agree, eliminate the transition option. The transition point is discrete and unambiguous. After marriage, other life decisions during this phase are taken in mutual understanding with life-partner.&lt;br /&gt;3. Vaanprastha: Choosing based on benefit to self and significant others. First priority is children. This transition happening during the arrival of an offspring should have acceptance of the life-partner. Again the transition point is discrete and unambigious. If life-partner interferes in proper education of the children, eliminate the life-partner as an option. But this should only be the last method as the children need both parents for proper development.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sanyaasa: Choosing based on benefit to others. First priority is the nation and humanity. This transition does not need acceptance of any other person. If the child(ren) act against the nation/humanity, eliminate that particular person. This decision is the result of the priority order that is no longer considering benefit to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere have I tried to understate the importance of emotions and relationships as that was not my intention. Please do not look at the narrow definition of the word "benefit". What I have written above is a generalisation and a set of guiding principles that have to be appropriately applied to the specific situation and context. Judgements aside, the decision still remains yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written on 17-Oct-2009)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-4233593345618268455?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/4233593345618268455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=4233593345618268455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/4233593345618268455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/4233593345618268455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2009/10/stages-of-life.html' title='Stages of Life'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-2082314324244105441</id><published>2009-06-11T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:04:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanatan is Eternal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entrytext"&gt;    &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A couple of days ago, i finished reading the graphic novel “The Watchmen” by Alan Moore… Today i finished watching the movie… The plot reminded me of another very well known story by Isaac Asimov, “I, Robot”… Asimov’s VIKI, the super-intelligent and super-powerful robot had to be terminated in its initiative of bringing peace to human society… But Alan’s super-intelligent Adrian Veidt “The Ozymandias” and super-powerful Jon “Dr. Manhattan” were allowed the same liberties of taking human lives for lasting peace… Ethics, is a word that then started to have a new meaning for me… Ethics is then a matter of the circumstance, situation, maybe perspective or just a matter of time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It maybe just a matter of time that the communication revolution brings me to a point where the only information i need is the one i dont have… the information about my identity, knowledge about the importance of my identity to the human society, the harmony of my identity with the existence of humanity… I turn to the wisdom of the ages, the guiding lights of my life, Hinduism, the “Sanatan Dharma” Eternal Religion… Its the oldest religion of the human world and claims its superiority from its logical foundations…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sanatam Dharma tells me my identity is defined by the nation and culture i live in… It tells me the only thing beyond my control is time and all things that are consequent to it and hence it is the omnipresence of God… And finally it tells me to maintain my character and control my senses so that one day i might just turn time in my favour… all to achieve the end… So i prepare myself for anything, absolutely everything that might come my way… Life is sorted out and there’s a grand plan in my head… I strike at every opportune moment i can find… And one day, luck will be my say…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is like the wish to fly… I am standing on a glass floor in an aircraft… I already feel like a bird… But i need to fly… I jump on the glass to break it… I keep jumping… I know it will break… I am prepared for the leap… The parachute bag is my plan on my shoulder… The glass beneath my feet breaks… I am literally falling from the sky… But i laugh… I am flying…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The average intelligence of the human society decreases as population increases… On top of it we are doing away with all natural resources we were gifted… What is the end we seek??? Where is the plan??? Are we really preparing ourselves??? Or is it that we are still struggling to find our identity simply because we cant find time from fulfilling our dear infinite unsatiable wants??? The answers are there in front of us, in my daily life, in our Sanatan Dharma… No, I am not afraid that tenets of Hinduism will die… 1 billion is too huge a number… But things get diluted and dulled… From our solution books, i fear losing some important pages… With time people would rediscover logic and the Sanatan Dharma… Or maybe humanity might not get the chance to know its too late… They were not so smart at all… The calamity struck when the humans were “still evolving”….. Still, the Buddha is Smiling…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jai Hind Jai Shri Krishna!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-2082314324244105441?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2082314324244105441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=2082314324244105441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2082314324244105441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2082314324244105441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2009/06/sanatan-is-eternal.html' title='Sanatan is Eternal'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-1705255434480507543</id><published>2009-04-03T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:32:55.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;(Another poem guiding me – Written by Robert Frost)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-1705255434480507543?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1705255434480507543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=1705255434480507543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/1705255434480507543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/1705255434480507543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2009/04/road-not-taken_03.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-1723047959179982775</id><published>2009-04-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:18:44.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font: normal normal normal 13px/19px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif; padding-top: 0.6em; padding-right: 0.6em; padding-bottom: 0.6em; padding-left: 0.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you &lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; &lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, &lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too; &lt;br /&gt;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, &lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, &lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, &lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; &lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; &lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with triumph and disaster &lt;br /&gt;And treat those two imposters just the same; &lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken &lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, &lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, &lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings &lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, &lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings &lt;br /&gt;And never breath a word about your loss; &lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew &lt;br /&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone, &lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you &lt;br /&gt;Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, &lt;br /&gt;Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; &lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; &lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much; &lt;br /&gt;If you can fill the unforgiving minute &lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - &lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, &lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(One of my favourte poems guiding me - Written by Rudyard Kipling)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-1723047959179982775?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1723047959179982775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=1723047959179982775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/1723047959179982775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/1723047959179982775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2009/04/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-2146725815104851013</id><published>2009-04-03T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:13:31.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The middle path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;statis is what my life is now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a state of lull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many events happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in each of them i decide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to do something that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will break me from inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i become harder on the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i sense a lack of passion in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then a sudden surge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of immense passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;telling me to break down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or break out of the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and suddenly the lull comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back again to bring me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emotionless is what i become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;logic being the culprit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that its always been my logic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that preserved purity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of emotions in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am scared of you that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll hurt them if i show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i scare the wits out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in self defence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wonder why you fail to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sometimes it takes an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;animal with teeth of logic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in me to save the man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of true emotions inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(23rd Oct 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-2146725815104851013?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2146725815104851013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=2146725815104851013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2146725815104851013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2146725815104851013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2009/04/middle-path.html' title='The middle path'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-8606719583009672925</id><published>2008-06-08T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:16:09.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instinct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futility theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sum of parts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law of averages'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>God said...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting today (8th June 2008) after more than three weeks of continuous work... I just wondered, is whatever bad that happens to me the work of "God" (i.e. the ubiquituous "sense" prevailing in matter+energy) or of man... But man is the only animal that has sense, logic, reason... We are god in some way... I had heard there is god in every man and animal and lifeless thing... I had also heard that god is in more things that we can see or feel... And i had this very obvious thought after so long... God is the sum of all sense/lack of it, the sum of parts... the problem we have is that the number of parameters we have to integrate it over is unclear... We are sense/God manifesting itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first question that came to my mind is, what is the purpose of god manifesting his evil through man and then getting rid of it through good in another man? Secondly, is there any need of purpose? Can't all this be natural? Our trouble is that we want to find sense in everything... But aren't we sense ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me come to the point now... Maybe due to some cosmic disturbance, i was unable to have any favourite colour till class 4, unless a friend's question forced me... It was the same disturbance that made me not find the distinction between god and nature... I am not getting confused between ends &amp;amp; means (good over evil &amp;amp; forces of nature) and actor &amp;amp; victim (God &amp;amp; man)... Let's proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theorem 1. Understanding the means of an actor in a particular scenario may be cautiously applied to the means of the actor in another scenario...&lt;br /&gt;Theorem 2. Understanding of the means of an actor in a particular scenario can be cautiously generalised to the means of the actor in all scenarios...&lt;br /&gt;Premise : Nature = Subset (God)&lt;br /&gt;Hypothesis: Law of nature on earth holds true for events occuring even outside earth. In simple words, the fittest animal/sense... The fittest animal now rules the earth... the fittest "man" of the universe will rule the universe...&lt;br /&gt;Precaution: The law of averages is at work here... The fittest man does not rule his area... So Society = Subset (Nature) &amp;amp; Man = Subset (Society)... but the law of nature does not hold here... Note that man decided to violate this rule when he created a culture that tries to save even the most unfit human...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not try to prove my hypothesis here because there is something more important i want to talk about... It is the point about consequence... What will happen/What will we do if we are not the fittest "man"  animal specie in the universe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second point is about the process of reaching the end consequence... There are two perspectives to this:&lt;br /&gt;1. The progressive concept: The software cycle demonstrates the concept upto a point... It starts with releasing the alpha version of the software which demonstrates the basic idea... Then the beta version is released where the intended functionality is demonstrated, but it is not complete... The final product is free of bugs/errors and has the functionality required... The manifestation of sense is the final purpose of life, the purpose of god... Sense brings with it the ability to make decisions based on the inputs and relevant context... The first manifestation started with the emergence of instincts (alpha version)... Then emerged base emotions and associated inference mechanism of secondary emotions (beta version)... Finally man had logic and reasoning (final product)... Thats about it...&lt;br /&gt;2. The shifting equilibrium concept: While the sense is manifesting itself, there is a sequence of contexts followed by decisions which develop into further contexts and again decisions... As a better sense manifests itself, the lesser sense must give way... but this happens over a period of time... there are times when lesser sense has its way... look at society and man... this is what is giving way to the law of averages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i come to the third point of where do we stand in the process of reaching the end consequence... the progressive concept is working within us to make decisions based on instinct/emotion/logic in the shifting equilibrium concept... cumulatively all of us men work against all other species to follow the law of nature... individually one member of the species is usually trivial and neglible in the bigger scheme of things... similarly, as the "man" specie from earth, there is a great chance that we might be trivial in the bigger things of the universe, let alone being the fittest in the universe... so arent our efforts futile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept of futility is the easiest to resort to and is the most obvious "logical" explanation... But there is more to it... you are a part of the sum of sense... there is a part of god each being right? there is no one sitting and passing a judgement on any of us... there is nothing that says a man who follows emotion is higher or lower than the man who follows his logic or instincts... you are free to choose... but with freedom comes responsibility... problem is no one knows the freedom and hence cannot guide about the responsibility that needs to be exercised... you have people around you and people who care... you may or may not decide for more than yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-8606719583009672925?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8606719583009672925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=8606719583009672925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8606719583009672925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8606719583009672925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-said.html' title='God said...'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-2353747616282340090</id><published>2008-01-16T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T05:13:45.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationality or Tradition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rationality or Tradition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was a good boy till the age of 8, when my nanaji laid the seeds of "rebellion" in my mind. He told me, "Appu, you are intelligent. So never do things till you understand the reason of doing it". I thought what he was saying was right and accepted it without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since that day, that thought persisted in my mind. I never did a thing till my parents were able to convince me by reason or threat that i should. I didnt cry till i understood why i was going to cry and how it will help solve the problem at hand. I was in class 5 and i refused to accept the story that children are brought home by the storks. It did not fit my logic senses. Yes, my grandfather had laid in me the seed of Indian culture, the culture of questioning and arguing. I tried criticizing the Indian culture and tradition as much as I could, but he didnt budge from his stand that the Indian culture is the best possible. I was sort of confused. The man who modified his own marriage ritual to remove rites of child marriage was saying that the same culture was the best possible. And he was always calm, never raising his voice or eyebrow. I learnt i had to think deeper, devoid of any emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon by the time i was in my teens, i had started asking too many questions with no satisfactory answers. I knew I had to break the shackles of being a good boy. Give me a reason why marrying a widow is a sin in indian religion. Tell me why a guy who watches movies every day cannot be a good student. Show me how i lose my caste in marrying a girl of a lower caste. God eats prasad, but where does he go to shit? I was asking increasingly difficult questions, more generic questions... and rarely hearing answers. I always heard, dont say like this, dont think like this... what crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was learning to do my experiments with my own life and seek my answers on my own... many were uncomfortable facts and truths... no matter how bad i felt, they had to be right because they followed the laws of statistics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is because of the "rebellion" planted in me by my nanaji, i attend every religious ritual of the family even though i dont believe in god... and this inspite of none of my family members forcing me to attend any ceremony... i learnt that i can live my life by my own rules if i let others live it by their own... if i want others to follow my standards, i should also do some things to keep them happy... i learnt i didnt always have to be right if i can make my loved ones happy... i can talk to them about the right thing when they are more willing to accept it... I learnt that i have to stay in they society system to get rid of elements that i dont like... i am happy that all that happen in my life, good or bad, right or wrong, is all my doing and that even god (assuming he exists) has the priviledge of ridding me of the responsibility of my mistakes... its such a relief!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My case shows that the only way of maintaining tradition is to let people challenge it... Give the proper answers... If you cant, get rid of that ritual... Be rational... This is what the nalanda university scholars also practiced. I started doing namaskar to elders when i was told why it is a better form of greeting. You would lose your ego and earn respect from your child if you try to answer his questions. I am not against tradition, i just want to believe that my parents and elders are rational. So tell me, am i a rebel of the modern times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           (written on 15-jan-2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-2353747616282340090?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2353747616282340090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=2353747616282340090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2353747616282340090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2353747616282340090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2008/01/rationality-or-tradition.html' title='Rationality or Tradition?'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-8429328338743094241</id><published>2007-12-21T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:27:40.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tragedy of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Tragedy of Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It was a nice sunny and beautiful morning,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And cool wind was blowing into my face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I had finally found the girl of my dreams,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;One could guess by my slow jolly pace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Everything in the world and all things around me,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Seemed perfect and simply wonderful,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Was it because of her dreamy eyes, silky hair,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Or her skin so smooth, lips so full?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It simply didn’t matter to me any more,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Now I knew I had found my motivation in life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I would aim for the stars, at least reach the moon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If not for myself, it’ll all be for my to be wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But what has happened yesterday…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Why did everything come to a standstill???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Was it her fault that she married someone else???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But she had said she had loved only me… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;From the bottom of her heart…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Then why did she leave me??? I don’t know…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I could see truth in her eyes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She wasn’t crying while she was leaving her home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But she started weeping just the moment our eyes met…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I was lost then in the in the happy crowd&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I had never worked so much in my life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I knew I was running against time but… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I had a goal, just one goal then…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;All I cared was for was her happiness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She could just come and tell me once…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Just that moment I was struck by a thought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It was never an eternal bonding she sought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;She couldn’t tell her parents, but had she fought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;It would’ve been the chance I would have got&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I could plead and beg for time that I dearly sought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I would have happily left her if they had agreed not&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I could still love her then, even without the nuptial knot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Usual love tragedies that written, read, told and taught&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Are just traps of fantasies in which are minds are caught&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Lovers there at least tried, and inspiration they brought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But by not giving me that chance, my life’s just a nought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;No matter what happened to me, I wont give what I got&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I request you my dear friends, please love truly what you ought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Give one chance; tragedy of love is what even one of us want not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;~Som&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="BodySingle"&gt;PS: I wrote this after one of my very close friends told his real life story to me… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="BodySingle"&gt;This is a naïve attempt to match words and rhyme with chaos and order in the mind…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="BodySingle"&gt;(April 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-8429328338743094241?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8429328338743094241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=8429328338743094241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8429328338743094241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8429328338743094241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/12/tragedy-of-love.html' title='The Tragedy of Love'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-6660661937502124195</id><published>2007-11-21T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T02:49:44.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Bengalis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangla is the 7th most spoken language of the world, that is more than the number of people speaking russian, japanese or german! So when did this language come into being and who are the people speaking this language? What is their origin and basic culture? These questions were prompted by my nanaji's understanding that bengalis were actually a "lutera" tribe in earlier times!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously history coursebooks are the last place you look for such answers. I did some research on this and came across some interesting observations and inferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at history, there is mention of Vanga (South Bengal + Bangladesh) + Anga (North Bengal) in Atharvaveda, along with Magadha (Bihar). They are a part of the solah mahajanpadas (16 great nations of the indian subcontinent) in 600 B.C. ReThe mahajanpadas are the first example of democracy in the history of the world. In hindu mythology epic The Mahabharata, Duryodhan had made Karna the King of Anga. Mahabharata (I.104.53-54) and Puranic literature (Matsya Purana: 48.19) attest that the name Anga had originated eponymously from the name of prince Anga, the founder of the kingdom. Matsya Purana describes the father of this eponymous hero as the chief among the demons (danavarshabhah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Bengalis were ruled by hindu kings, then buddishts, then muslim kings, and then the britishers. The first buddhist king of Bengal of the Pal dynasty, came into rule by election in 750 A.D., the first resurgence of democracy in south asia. But if you look at the history of bengal, it is not a part of a large empire for the longest times in history. If a large empire was breaking up, bengal would be one of the first to break apart. They had their own territory, often broken into smaller parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fighting spirit of bengalis lived on. The idea of raising an army to fight the huge British empire could only have come from a true Bengali like Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose. People just 5 years back burnt an atrocious and exploitative zamindar alive in a bengal village. Even today, there are no pick-pockets in Bengal because if one is caught, the matter never reaches the police or court. The public beats the criminal to death on the spot! As i write this piece, army is being called into the city of Kolkata to control the mobs that are protesting against the communist party ruling Bengal for the past 30 continuous years. This is just the second week of the protest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economy of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trade was flourishing with other parts of the country and the world. Champa, the capital of Anga was known for its wealth and commerce. The Mughals called Bengal as the "Paradise of the Nations" after being impressed with its trade and wealth. Farming was indeed one of the major activities of livelihood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengal is situated served by two huge rivers, Ganga and Brahmaputra. Both of them meet at the delta and merge with the sea. This is the mix of the marshy and forested area of the Sunderbans. Though rivers formed a major mode of transport in bengal, the terrain was so unique that only the locals of the area could fight a war there and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Religion of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History shows us that bengal on the average had been a hindu state in ancient times, then buddhist in early medieval times. There was a resurgence of hinduism at around 1000 A.D., followed by influx of islam. It is worth nothing that the caste system though observed in bengal, is not staunch at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at the calendar of bengalis, we are always a day behind the lunar calendars followed in north india. In fact, the bengali calendar is said to be the only living remnant of the Tarikh-i-ilahi of Akbar the Great. Baisakhi, the new year day comes a day late in bengali. Bengalis do not pray to Lord Ram during Dusshera, but instead pray to Goddess Durga on the same day of Vijay Dashmi. On the day of diwali, bengalis do not celebrate lakshmi puja like the banias of north india. Instead they celebrate Kali Puja on the day of diwali with mutton/non-veg being a compulsory part of the prasad. Interestingly, the bengalis primary pray to war goddesses and the main festivals are to celebrate triumph in war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be noted that it was in bengal that religious reform movements like Brahmo Samaj and abolition of archaic anti-female religious rituals like sati and child-marriage were started in Bengal, notably by Raja Ram Mohan Roy. Even today, liberal view islamic writer Taslima Nasreen lives in Kolkata, not in any muslim country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music and Dance of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengalis never had a classical music or dance form. It was all folk music and dance. The formal music emerged only in the late nineteenth and early 20th century with Rabindra Sangeet of Nobel Laureate Rabindra Nath Tagore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bangla language started emerging at around 1000 A.D., at the same time as that of the resurgence of hinduism. It is worth mentioning that bangla is closer to sanskrit or shudh hindi, not khadi boli. There are probably above a 100 dialects in bengali. But bengali, unlike hindi and like english, is a unisex language. The vocubulary is not very large and the words are sweet sounding. Interestingly, bengalis pronouce 'V' and 'BH' exactly the same inspite of having two different alphabets for it in the devanagari script. It is to be noted that a proper script of bangla was developed by Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar only in the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more things to note about the bangla language. Bangla unlike english and like hindi, has three sets of addressing styles, mai, tum and aap. Plus, unlike hindi and unlike english, spitting and throwing has the same corresponding word in bangla. Obviously, there is no epic in bangla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sciences in Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have heard of Indian scientists, you must have heard of Sir Jagadish Chandra Bose and Meghnad Saha. And if you are well-read, you must have read about Bose-Einstein theory and Bose-Einstein condensate! This emergence of scientific education in bengal started in English, not in Bengali. The bengali script had just taken form, let alone knowledge being present in bengali language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Households and Culture of Bengal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bengali household is unusual compared to the other indian ones. The females have a far greater voice in the house and society. It is only the bengali husband that is known to be beaten up by his wife. This sense of violence is demonstrated in bringing up children as well. How many children would have heard the following dialogues on almost a daily basis from their parents while being disobedient:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat your food or i'll stuff so much food in your mouth that you will never be able to open it your entire life&lt;br /&gt;2. Come here quickly or i will smash your head into the wall&lt;br /&gt;3. If you do not study hard, i will bang the saucepan hard on your head and break it.&lt;br /&gt;You would agree that such children would only be bengali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, even in the early 20th century, Tagore's stories talk of a girl and boy sitting all night in one room and studying together. Too modern for India even now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is this bengali we all know? He is a human being who is a genetic mixture of aryans, dravidians, chinese and malays. It is the geographical area where all these human sub-species meet and mingle. He is a fierce warrior who has villages named golakaata (neck-slicked), pota-paadaa (buried-alive-colony) and mathaphaata (smashed-heads). He was influenced by many religions and cultures but still managed to stay independent. That is why the caste system of north india/aryan hindus could never grow strong. Bengalis fought a lot among themselves too, that is why even today bengalis are never a good linguistic political force/party. The bengali tribes were brought together by the Britishers who first captured trade and then power. That effect of english education is seen on the formalized unisex language and the modern nature of bengal households. The emergence of music, arts, social sciences and other intellectual activities in bengalis was a result of the primary activity of war being taken away from them. All this happened just about a century ago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written by me on 21-nov-2007)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-6660661937502124195?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6660661937502124195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=6660661937502124195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/6660661937502124195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/6660661937502124195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-bengalis.html' title='We Bengalis'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-6751313938391298097</id><published>2007-11-07T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T11:03:09.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>views on reservation</title><content type='html'>Known funda behind reservations :-&lt;br /&gt;1. Reservation is thought to be the easiest way to enforce all people to get&lt;br /&gt;equal chances...&lt;br /&gt;2. it works on the assumption that given a chance, people who get reservation&lt;br /&gt;would perform almost as well as the others...&lt;br /&gt;3. and hence, we would finally reach a situation where the "disadvantages" of&lt;br /&gt;the backwards classes are removed, and we would no longer need reservation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a few hidden aspects to it as well...&lt;br /&gt;1. i feel that reservation works on a basic assumption that all people would be&lt;br /&gt;honest and fair... to much to assume in this world!!! people use this concept&lt;br /&gt;of reservation and backwardness for their own advantage... once given, its&lt;br /&gt;almost impossible to remove... hence we need to reconsider our assumptions...&lt;br /&gt;2. all people do not get the advantage of reservations due to lack of&lt;br /&gt;information, opportunities and education... so people who have already&lt;br /&gt;benefitted from reservation once, keep on benefitting from it... hence govt&lt;br /&gt;needs to move away from a passive way of improving society by laws to a more&lt;br /&gt;proactive role (eg: opening more schools)&lt;br /&gt;3. some people will always remain "backward"... but the definition of the term&lt;br /&gt;is not complete, and is static... hence, we need to modify this aspect...&lt;br /&gt;4. now in today's age of competition, the non-reserved class feels that it is&lt;br /&gt;losing out opportunities to candidates who are not as deserving as they are...&lt;br /&gt;true... so do we remove reservation??? no, there are still lot of people left&lt;br /&gt;to take the benefits of reservation (plus other "reasons")... so we continue&lt;br /&gt;with reservation or increase it... thus entering a vicious circle... hence we&lt;br /&gt;need to break this circle, innovatively...&lt;br /&gt;5. reservation has never solved a problem... it makes us more dependent on the&lt;br /&gt;"system" to iron out the inconsistencies... but in the meanwhile we forget that&lt;br /&gt;we are a part of the system... what is needed is a will to change the&lt;br /&gt;mentality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broadly, its all a loop ... nepotism (my child/relative should do well) --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corruption (minor manipulation for that is okay) --&gt; "casteism" (to maintain&lt;br /&gt;advantage to my friends) --&gt; "chalta hai" (thats what happens here attitude)&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; selfishness (let me benefit from this) --&gt; more nepotism (everyone is doing&lt;br /&gt;it so its probably okay now) .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i note that most steps taken till today have been to address the first three&lt;br /&gt;issues... but it hardly addresses the two attitude/mentality issues of the&lt;br /&gt;loop... education is the only way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps we can take are (suggestions are of course invited) :&lt;br /&gt;1. scope : for now, restrict reservation and related benefits to education only&lt;br /&gt;and not expand its radius... the recruiting companies should be barred from&lt;br /&gt;knowing details of whether the person belongs to the reserved category or&lt;br /&gt;not...&lt;br /&gt;2. proactive approach by system : take help of NGOs and social work&lt;br /&gt;organisations to spread awareness... open more schools in backward areas...&lt;br /&gt;promote initiatives to improve economic status... give advantages to people&lt;br /&gt;from backward areas to take initiative to improve their economic condition...&lt;br /&gt;3. concept redefinition : redefine the term backward classes... economic basis&lt;br /&gt;is the best alternative... probably we need a dictatorship in place to modify&lt;br /&gt;required laws!!! but anyways, an alternative can be that once a reserved&lt;br /&gt;category candidate gets education from an A category institute, he cannot use&lt;br /&gt;his reservation any more... opportunities are now open for him...&lt;br /&gt;4. dynamic nature of improvement : progressively reduce reservation&lt;br /&gt;percentages... or maybe we can have reservation for those all those people whose&lt;br /&gt;annual income is below a certain limit... this would increase standard in the&lt;br /&gt;reserved masses, and also reduce excessive competition for the non reserved&lt;br /&gt;people...&lt;br /&gt;5. our contribution : incorporate moral education taught to us into our own&lt;br /&gt;lives... probably do some "social work", atleast after retirement... after all,&lt;br /&gt;the best way to reach heaven is by serving man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these steps have to be taken together to get synergistic results... giving&lt;br /&gt;solutions is tough... there are too many factors that are related to each&lt;br /&gt;other... lets try to work to evolve possible solution(s) to the issue we have&lt;br /&gt;here... reservation has to end sometime... and the sooner it ends, the better.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written in mid october 2004 on dbabble in response to some posts)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-6751313938391298097?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6751313938391298097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=6751313938391298097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/6751313938391298097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/6751313938391298097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/11/views-on-reservation.html' title='views on reservation'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-2366295472901139759</id><published>2007-11-07T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:23:11.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Governance: Religion &amp; Law</title><content type='html'>today me and my friends abhisek and shaurya were having a discussion regarding what stance we should take regarding imposition on emergency in pakistan. it naturally became a heated discussion, prompting me to pen down my view regarding the basics i have in mind while thinking of such affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ask me, governance is what has to create a balance of the following social forces:&lt;br /&gt;1. religion&lt;br /&gt;2. economics&lt;br /&gt;3. politics&lt;br /&gt;4. culture&lt;br /&gt;the method used is usually creating and executing law... with judiciary to decide when exceptions can be made to law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at a subset of the governance issue involving religion and law of society. religion is a set of guidelines for society. each individual is supposed to choose the set of guidelines he wants to follow to lead his life. religious "rules" are a matter of personal choice not social compulsion. on the other hand, law is a set of universally acceptable rules. there is no personal choice in law. governance is maintaining the proper balance in society among religion and law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, religion for the common man becomes a set of inviolate rules by which each man should abide. this is dangerous, because unlike law, religious rules are usually static and do not take into account the dynamic social context. laws change frequently, religious "rules" do not. if the government composed of the elite can not keep a balance between law and religion, the society might go to hell. but if religious "rules" become the law, the society will definitely go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you read swami vivekananda's views on the importance of rationality in building a society, these fundas will become clear. sadly even the hindu nationalists are behaving so backwardly... being a forward religion, hindus accepted the divorce law passed in parliament even though its not permitted in the religion... law is for those who dont follow religion, but then religion too should not be such that it makes the majority of society members as law breakers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to governance, i hate it when people over-generalise that one form of governance over other... hitler may be abhored by many but he made germany the most advanced engineering nation of the world and it is like that till date... we need to accept that preferred form of governance is a dynamic thing... for some country it may be democracy today and dictatorship tomorrow... even subhash chandra bose had said india needs dictatorship for atleast 10 years to rid it of the indiscipline of the non-cooperation movement... we didnt have it and thats why government offices are still the kaam pe aao, aur chai peeyo types...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree with shaurya's statement that i am least bothered about a nuclear fallout because of dictatorship. the entire world gangs up against any nuclear weapon state with a dictatorial head of state. human rights violation are not necessarily a result of dictatorship. democracy means the right to raise a voice against exploitation, it does not mean lesser exploitation. a country cant justify its existence based on democracy if its laws are based on rules that demand inequality among genders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming to my reaction, i would first say that my general order of deciding my priority of issues in descending order is:&lt;br /&gt;1. me&lt;br /&gt;2. my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;3. my country&lt;br /&gt;4. mankind&lt;br /&gt;i dont have even a micron of concern for those who have decided to go to hell, whether it is via democracy or dictatorship or whatever. As long as they dont plan to take me along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this does not mean i dont play a part in changing things... if there was a petition of the tandoor murder case or S.K.Dubey case or gujarat riots or blue-line killings in delhi i would have voted... i already have voted in such petitions, example the anti-reservatin issue... but jab apni country nahi handle ho rahi hai to doosre ke maamle mein load kyon lena... i would have voted for the pakistan one too, but i feel i am inadequately aware of the actual circumstances to form an opinion... do you ever realise that even the communist rule in china is sort of "group dictatorship"??? why dont we protest about that??? do we ever protest against the monarchy rule of the arab states that is also close to dictatorship???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you cant have a opinion that is well-thought, dont have one at all... dont open your mouth and convince the people that you are indeed dumb... if by chance US decides to attack US based on some stupid reason, its only India that can intervene and save Pakistan, not the back-stabbing chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(written on 7-nov-2007 on the day of the mail interactions)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-2366295472901139759?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2366295472901139759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=2366295472901139759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2366295472901139759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2366295472901139759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/11/governance-religion-law.html' title='Governance: Religion &amp; Law'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-8591739279995268590</id><published>2007-10-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:43:29.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>god and man</title><content type='html'>god and man&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the gods of all religions, created the universe, the solar sytem, the earth, the life in it and mankind. surprisingly, only man had the intelligence to figure out the existence of god and each man is trying to prove his belief of god and god's rules i.e. religion is superior. i find this a little funny because if you ask all of them what god is and what is the relevance and meaning of religion, they say all the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does each man think about god? to broadly put it, the views are:&lt;br /&gt;I1. god will help you out even no one else in the world would&lt;br /&gt;I2. god will be with you even in the worst of odds or when you are totally alone&lt;br /&gt;I3. pray to god whenever you really need something&lt;br /&gt;I4. confess to god if you have realise you have committed a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interestingly, there are also some adages that apply: (connect with the help of numbering)&lt;br /&gt;I1. god only helps those who help themselves; jiska koi nahi hota uska khuda hota hai&lt;br /&gt;I2. jodi tor daak shuney keo naa ashe, tobey ekla cholo rey (tagore saying in bengali that if no one hears your cry, march ahead alone)&lt;br /&gt;I3. jo sachche dil se maanga jaata hai woh zaroor milta hai&lt;br /&gt;I4. subah ka bhatka agar shaam ko ghar aa jaye to usey bhatka nahi kahte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tenets about god and the wise sayings are dont seem to go together in the first glance. that made me think about why are we told about two opposing viewpoints all our life. i did some research on theology and applied my own thought to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion i came to was that god is a necessary concept for mankind. we need to accept that man is a social animal and emotions (both base emotions and secondary emotions : refer linked note-yet to be written) are the primary influence in any man's life. so at an individual level, god is required for:&lt;br /&gt;1. reminding man that a specie can survive only if each member wills to survive&lt;br /&gt;2. moral and emotional support in times of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;3. focus his energies and concentrate on priorities for propagating his species&lt;br /&gt;4. controlling contradicting emotions in man to sustain his survival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is more to it when we look man as part of a community. most emotions and instincts arise due to existence of other members of the same species around. these are regulated by the use of religion and associated rituals.&lt;br /&gt;1. common religious festivals provide a sense of bonding within the community. this is required because like any other animal, man prefers the feelings of being safe and wanted.&lt;br /&gt;2. man has abstract intelligence that is far higher than any other species. this is the reason why secondary emotions drive most conscious decisions life. to help in this scenario, religion provides universal comparisons and benchmarks for paap, punya, good, bad etc. to aid in decision making and keep the secondary emotions in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember one shloka of our scriptures that means : do not believe the words of even a reknowned sage even if your mind does let it, but believe the words of an innocent kid if you mind deems it fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether to believe in god is a matter of personal faith. the spirit of what i said above has been repeated in better words in the hymn of creation (Rig Veda Volume 10 Verse 129)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original Sanskrit Hymn (with the translation given below each couplet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nµsad àsãn n¢ sád àsãt tadµnãü nµsãd rájo n¢ vy•mà par¢ yát |&lt;br /&gt;k¡m µvarãvaþ k£ha kásya ÷ármann ámbhaþ k¡m àsãd gáhanaü gabhãrám ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first was neither Being nor Nonbeing.&lt;br /&gt;There was not air nor yet sky beyond.&lt;br /&gt;What was wrapping? Where? In whose protection?&lt;br /&gt;Was Water there, unfathomable deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ná mçty£r àsãd amÆtaü ná tárhi ná rµtryà áhna àsãt praketáþ |&lt;br /&gt;µnãd avàtáü svadháyà tád ‚kaü tásmàd dhànyán ná paráþ k¡ü canµsa ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no death then, nor yet deathlessness;&lt;br /&gt;of night or day there was not any sign.&lt;br /&gt;The One breathed without breath by its own impulse.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that was nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;táma àsãt támasà gå×hám ágre 'praketáü saliláü sárvam à idám |&lt;br /&gt;tuchy‚nàbhv ápihitaü yád µsãt tápasas tán mahinµjàyata¡kam ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness was there, all wrapped around by darkness,&lt;br /&gt;and all was Water indiscriminate, Then&lt;br /&gt;that which was hidden by Void, that One, emerging,&lt;br /&gt;stirring, through power of Ardor, came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kµmas tád ágre sám avartatµdhi mánaso r‚taþ prathamáü yád µsãt |&lt;br /&gt;sat¢ bándhum ásati n¡r avindan hçd¡ prat·ùyà kaváyo manãùµ ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning desire arose,&lt;br /&gt;which was primal germ cell of mind.&lt;br /&gt;The Seers, searching in their hearts with wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;discovered the connection of Being in Nonbeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tira÷c·no v¡tato ra÷m¡r eùàm adháþ svid às·3d upári svid àsã3t |&lt;br /&gt;retodhµ àsan mahimµna àsan svadhµ avástàt práyatiþ parástàt ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crosswise line cut Being from Nonbeing.&lt;br /&gt;What was described above it, what below?&lt;br /&gt;Bearers of seed there were and mighty forces,&lt;br /&gt;thrust from below and forward move above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k¢ addhµ veda ká ihá prá vocat k£ta µjàtà k£ta iyáü v¡sçùñiþ |&lt;br /&gt;arvµg devµ asyá visárjanenµthà k¢ veda yáta àbabh½va ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really knows? Who can presume to tell it?&lt;br /&gt;Whence was it born? Whence issued this creation?&lt;br /&gt;Even the Gods came after its emergence.&lt;br /&gt;Then who can tell from whence it came to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyáü v¡sçùñir yáta àbabh½va yádi và dadh‚ yádi và ná |&lt;br /&gt;y¢ asyµdhyakùaþ param‚ vy•man s¢ aïgá veda yádi và ná v‚da ||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That out of which creation has arisen,&lt;br /&gt;whether it held it firm or it did not,&lt;br /&gt;He who surveys it in the highest heaven,&lt;br /&gt;He surely knows - or maybe He does not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also does not know probably because he does not exist. He is imagination of man at work, working all the time as the brain, heart and breath of man, within each man, to make him live like a 'Man'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wrote on 24-oct-2007 after a brief discussion with bhavna on god and belief a day before)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-8591739279995268590?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8591739279995268590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=8591739279995268590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8591739279995268590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8591739279995268590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-and-man.html' title='god and man'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-1002922581180564916</id><published>2007-10-10T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:04:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Economics</title><content type='html'>Whats the big hype about communism and capitalism? somewhere my gut feel tells me that its not the economic theory that i can find my answer. so i looked for facts and started thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what i thought about. think of a family where one brother earns 2 million. the other is a wastrel. both get 1 million according to the communistic system. the spoilt brother spends all money on drinks, gambling and girls. the good brother works harder, just to gather the money with which he could have bought some comfort for his wife. if he didnt share his hard earned money, he could have kept his wife so happy but he cannot. i could identify with the good brother. one day he quits and the family breaks. the spoilt brother can just beg and die an anonymous death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this made me very uncomfortable. then i thought from a different angle. what if i was the guy who was on the receiving end of the goods. i pray to god everyday that give me my daily bread, my clothes and my shelter. i wont work at all, but if you have given birth to me fulfil my basic needs atleast. all people should be equal right? i pray everyday on my knees in front of a picture. one day i get the chance to see that the picture is not of the god but of the communist leader of my land. and i am looking like a beggar in front of him. i feel a disgust for my being. in my fit state of mind and with my two hands with me, i wont ever beg, be it god or the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i look at facts, i see that the average living standard of communist countries is lower than that of capitalistic ones. yes, the variation in the max and min of living standards is not much, say ranging from 48 to 52. coming to capitalist states, the average living standard is high, but with a higher variation, say ranging from 90 to 110. which one do i prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am surely against communism, but still not in favour of capitalism. money begets more money, that is a fact. and with money comes power to buy anything of value, anything you want giving you greater power. and responsibility doesnt come as a package with it. so there you are, some people with loads of money and power and lack of responsibility. there begins exploitation of the down-trodden. but yeah, at the same time i cant deny that some are very responsible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what model should the society go with??? in simple economics, pick one of the two:&lt;br /&gt;1. lower level of incomes but lesser standard deviation&lt;br /&gt;2. higher level of incomes but higher standard deviation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it definitely has to be a mixed economy. but which component should be more, communism or capitalism? or in simple words, mixed economy prefers equality or efficiency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i dislike about communism from the idea i have is the fact that is it overly rosy... everyone works for everyone... so everyone is satisfied and reasonably happy... that is never so... it goes against our instincts... wont you feel the pinch if you see a dumbass person working beside you and earning more just because he has a year more of experience??? there will always exist a problem of "free-riders" in any communistic society... in fact, hard working people are rare and exploited gems in the communistic world where the focus is on receiving value not giving work. NEVER READ A COMMUNISTIC BOOK WITH A PERSPECTIVE EXISTING IN YOUR MIND. THINK ON YOUR OWN. Usually the books are written to play on the mind of the lazy risk averse individual in you who doesnt want to face competition. The language of the books also strive to touch an altruistic chord in you. you might think altruistically, everyone does... but how many of them do not act with selfishness when the time comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every individual has some needs and wants... lets look at only the needs, the needs of food, clothing and shelter... all these are material needs... there might be some comforts too, like good education or gifts or toothbrushes say... they are also material... and luxuries like AC cars are surely material... the point to note here is that all three are wants... one want called need is at the level of instincts... the want called comfort is at the level of emotions... the want called luxuries usually are at the level of the mind... we need to satisfy these "wants" in the right proportion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before we do that we need to accept two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. the basic human needs are material&lt;br /&gt;2. there can be no society without a difference... we are all born with differtial abilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to bring in that proper proportion of want satisfaction, we need money... unless you have money, you cant share it, let alone sharing equally... so the capitalists bring in money... the growth because of efficiency... and when the disparity grows huge... the equality of society kicks in and the money is redistributed... so what happens is cycles of capitalism and followed by communism and again capitalism... in the process look at the average standard of living... it rises continuously due to capitalism...  communism just reduces the gap between the min and max of the living standard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this natural equilibrium that comes about... it comes about because the society always shouts for equality but prefers efficiency... the mixed economy has to be more of capitalism, moderated with some amount of communism... selfishness moderated with altruism... efficiency with disparity in control... i call this "societal capitalism", which is again very different from socialism... it is this societal capitalism that we can see all the markets heading towards across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written on 10th October 2007, after a chat with my close friend shaurya. thanks bhavna for inspiring me to write this piece)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-1002922581180564916?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/1002922581180564916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=1002922581180564916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cdebff;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;&lt;br /&gt;You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,&lt;br /&gt;And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,&lt;br /&gt;Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of foot&lt;br /&gt;And not to be trapped by withering laurels.&lt;br /&gt;And in you I have found aloneness&lt;br /&gt;And the joy of being shunned and scorned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I have read&lt;br /&gt;That to be enthroned is to be enslaved,&lt;br /&gt;and to be understood is to be levelled down,&lt;br /&gt;And to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness&lt;br /&gt;and like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,&lt;br /&gt;You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,&lt;br /&gt;And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,&lt;br /&gt;And urging of seas,&lt;br /&gt;And of mountains that burn in the night,&lt;br /&gt;And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeat, my Defeat, my deathless courage,&lt;br /&gt;You and I shall laugh together with the storm,&lt;br /&gt;And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,&lt;br /&gt;And we shall stand in the sun with a will,&lt;br /&gt;And we shall be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Khalil Gibran, The Madman, Chapter 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-5023790759135433907?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5023790759135433907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=5023790759135433907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/5023790759135433907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/5023790759135433907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/07/defeat.html' title='Defeat'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-6273653579192200780</id><published>2007-05-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:55:13.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Shock!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lush green, beautiful and serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is the island in the middle of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It is a marvel of nature built by god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Just waiting to be enjoyed only by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Lush green, beautiful and serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Is the island in the middle of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It belongs to me and no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And its my duty to protect it you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh, I just wished it too loudly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Somebody above must’ve heard it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I want to be there so badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Maybe my lottery ticket gets me there somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I was on the balcony of my hotel room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;When I heard someone’s wish tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What good is my island if no one enjoys it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I must help this guy come out of his plight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wake up next day to a fresh morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The lottery result was out too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I again screamed loud enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Hey island, I am coming to you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What better present can I give to this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Than giving him what he wants most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As an additional prize on my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I gift him a month to enjoy on the coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The sand and the sea and the open sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The flock of birds flying across the setting sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nothing to worry about and nothing to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Throwing my beer can I say, “I AM THE ONE!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The sand and the sea and the open sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The flock of birds flying across the rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This fellow throws garbage and spoils my land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What makes him think he is THE RIGHTFUL ONE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Life on this island has been like royal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And no doubt it has been my best week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I speak aloud all and all I want is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But cleaning up my mess is not what I seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He just speaks aloud whatever he wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And gets what he wants, that I make sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But what nature built in years, he spoilt in a week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;If he doesn’t improve he’ll pay, that’s for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It was damn cold today man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nature seems to be playing games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I can fight with nature’s unfairness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I shall set some trees to flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today I was outraged by his insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A bonfire of my trees was made by him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The way he is slowly destroying my island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Slow death is what I declare for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh, I don’t know what kept me asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wake up for the first time watching sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;No!!! Where are my toes???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A letter says, “That what the crows today ate…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So, I had drugged his food yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel like the protector of this island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A few less grams of his unwanted feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;would now would touch my land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Come out you swine, face me if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This is not the way, you deal you coward!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I still have my hands you bugger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ll show you what I am till you come forward….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hey, this guy is yelling out now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Why scream your heart our loud, son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Cant you imagine how the trees would’ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;shouted when you burnt them for fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Again I am feeling groggy while waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh damn, damn, damn… Jeez!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Two fingers from each of my hand are missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Someone please save me, Please!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This guy is so foolish, just shouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And then eats what I give him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Poor fellow, for his stupidity this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I plan to serve him his own fingers fried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I try to run out of the house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Shit… someone has locked all doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I just see a menu card lying on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Fingers Fried” is the only item it shows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Time has come for me to cast my final blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He cannot run now and he cannot leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I have closed all the doors of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The plan for his death is for me to weave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I grab the glass on the table for water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I turn the knob and the glass is filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Without looking I take a sip and … eeks!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Someone’s blood has been served to me chilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I know the psychological effect of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For people call me a psychopath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But why don’t these people realise one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It is you who’ve chosen to face my wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I run to the loo to wash my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“You drank your own blood sunny”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I glance at the mirror and see my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“You can free yourself, aint it funny???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I never wanted to kill this guy myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Killing himself was what fate had inked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;that’s what would help mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;else nature would make man extinct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I felt someone was laughing at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;As I was looking at the rope circling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;the image of my face in the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I could only free myself by hanging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I couldn’t help laughing when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;imagine what his state would have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;He had just seen sipped his own blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;How he takes his own blood remains to be seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;How I hung myself and I how long I hung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I simply don’t know, and I don’t care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Was this the way I should’ve been made to realise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do anything, but with nature, I shouldn’t dare… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This was probably not the right thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;But atleast for once I felt almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Animals like man spoil their own land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hope from now on, man really does his duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I wrote this poem for a few reasons:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Poems on this topic are rare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;All poem styles are same, a single      flow… I felt it needed some new approach. Hence this simultaneous parallel      style.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Even crimes can be made to sound      beautiful. People usually don’t try it because of the inherent bias in      thinking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am not in favour of any such harsh behaviour as in this poem. So don’t hang me for that!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~Som (written in the first week of december 2004, but reactions to this were so harsh that it made me discontinue expressing my imaginations in poetry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-6273653579192200780?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/6273653579192200780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=6273653579192200780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/6273653579192200780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/6273653579192200780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/05/shock.html' title='Shock!!!'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-3995184414378784966</id><published>2007-05-10T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:48:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need SLEEP</title><content type='html'>I just need SLEEP.....&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit at the shore, just looking the sea and the sun&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know whether its the setting or the rising one&lt;br /&gt;The sands of time have flowed through my fingers&lt;br /&gt;all this while, i was just busy with the numbers&lt;br /&gt;So many people, and no doubt all of them good&lt;br /&gt;since its between me and the world, bet on the world i would&lt;br /&gt;perhaps its not too late... i can get up and run&lt;br /&gt;but my mind has something else as priority one&lt;br /&gt;all that i just need now is SLEEP...&lt;br /&gt;my name in a Short List, and a rem in EEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;why did i write such an arbit poem, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;if you ever figure that out... do let me know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Som (written sometime in the first half of november 2004)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-3995184414378784966?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/3995184414378784966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=3995184414378784966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/3995184414378784966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/3995184414378784966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-need-sleep.html' title='I just need SLEEP'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-8972711103818175329</id><published>2007-04-11T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T03:10:56.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posted on the orkut community "Indian v/s Western philosophy" on 9 July 2006 by Nipun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acc to Pavan Kr Verma, Indians have some distinct characteristics that include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Natural amorality&lt;br /&gt;2. Materialistic pragmatism&lt;br /&gt;3. Propensity for ends (without thought of means)&lt;br /&gt;4. Excessive love for perks of power&lt;br /&gt;5. Dislike for disorder&lt;br /&gt;6. Compromise and self-preservation&lt;br /&gt;7. Ability to retain hope&lt;br /&gt;8. Resilience that comes from being continually exposed to adversity&lt;br /&gt;9. Intrinsically non-violent nature&lt;br /&gt;10. Indifference to sufferings of weak and poor&lt;br /&gt;11. Extraordinary sensitivity to calculus of power&lt;br /&gt;12. Exceptionally hierarchical in outlook&lt;br /&gt;13. Not democratic by instinct or temperament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments... anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My response to it on 18 September 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First of all, please let us not equate hinduism and indianness... It might be true, but sometimes it is distracting... The analysis by Mr. Pavan Kumar Verma is excellent. but though he has been correct in his analysis, though there are gaps. At first glance it portrays an each indian as greedy and selfish. True. But it also gives the impression that an indian is very "rational" and unemotional. False. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ancient times, the caste system was absent... even in its most primitive form, it was based on occupation... that was rational as it brought structure and efficiency in society... later on it degenerated... caste system became hereditary... the spirit of spiritual and theological argumentation was replaced by later holy books... the rationality was lost in the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the family is the basic unit of society in any caste... the family then started being bound more by emotions and external society rules... the family members who questioned society were controlled greatly by the rest of the family, and the tool used was emotions... things started turning dogmatic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so slowly, the tendency has become more of justification than rational decision making. the "rational unemotional selfish greedy indian" has become an "irrational emotional selfish greedy indian"... this had even been noted by our famous leaders like annie besant... americans and europeans can work and cooperate fully with the people they hate the most if it serves their purpose... but indians must like the people they work with... so much for pragmatism.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you look at the indian society as a whole, it is far from what indian philosophy wanted it to be like... all of us are extremely immoral, but try to show that we are extremely moral... this duplicity has become a part of our character... i might admire a movie heroine for marrying a muslim hero in a movie, but i would probably be dead against my sister doing so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, i wish my analysis is totally false...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-8972711103818175329?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8972711103818175329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=8972711103818175329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8972711103818175329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8972711103818175329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/04/being-indian.html' title='Being Indian'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-8265201326617087499</id><published>2007-03-27T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:18:51.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I think?</title><content type='html'>May I think?&lt;br/&gt;-------------&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had heard that man is a social animal. True. I had also heard that he thinks and therefore he is. True again. Somehow since I don’t know when, I could not understand how both of them could be true together. If man is to work for society like an animal without questioning, he is no longer thinking. If he thinks that there are better ways for doing stuff than what is currently done in society, he is deemed a rebel and anti-social and many a time called evil. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was forced to think as to what makes us different from all other animals on this planet, and what exactly makes us human. Is it our instincts? No, we have all the instincts of animals. Is it our emotions? Perhaps I missed one or two but again, animals have all the emotions we display. What is the one thing that we have and animals don’t? It is our capacity to think, the fact that we have brains and intelligence. This is what makes us human. We can make abstractions, logical deductions and inferences. We can decide! But animals also decide. So how are our decisions different from those of animals? It is simply because we can decide with our brains and logic, whereas animals just use their instincts and emotions. But things become a little complicated here. We humans also can decide using our emotions and instincts. So how do we maintain the difference and be humans? Does our complicated society structure help us in our decisions?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I remember the umpteen incidents when I was so happy pleasing everyone and doing things for others. I always shared my chocolate as a kid. I cherished those moments of appreciation and praise. In fact, I wanted everyone to share his/her gifts. I did that because I respected the words of my elders. But there were also times when I was caught between conflicting demands of “other people”. I ended up hurting them anyway or the other. At that time I could think for myself. I could see that what I am saying or doing is correct and what others tell me is wrong. Much of what they told me didn’t make any sense. When any of my friends cheated with me while playing, I used to beat them up. After all, why cheat, and that too with your friend? My maternal grandfather, who is my real-life idol, taught me self-control and simultaneously he taught me to think practically. We are still told that higher marks mean more knowledge and sharpness. I remember avoiding the first rank in all school and college exams on purpose, and still winning academic scholarships that mattered. My parents were sad, but will they not be sadder if I am just a mugging parrot and not an intellectual that I can be? For instance, if I see a girl and I instantly know this is the girl I was waiting for my whole life, why should others tell me I am probably mistaken? They are neither me, nor do they know what I want and nor they are going to live my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Consider an example: suppose my parents, wife and children are sick. I don’t have enough money for their treatment. So should I steal? Should I let my parents die? Should I let my wife die? Should I let my children die? Should I beg? Should I just pray and do nothing? Society will never help me decide, will it? It is such moments of time that choose a human from the non-human. In my opinion, the ones who begged or prayed were not human. Humans try. They use their brain and their will and try. What good are the morals taught to us our entire lives then? What good are the society’s ethics if they cannot help me save lives I value? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some of you may find the above example an extreme case with leading questions. Maybe you are right. But can you be fully sure that the above example is impossible? What will our society do if such a thing happens? Prevent it, or provide help in such cases? In the past few minutes there may be an impression in your mind that I am against society. Then my friend, you were hardly reading with your mind open. Don’t you agree that in your youth days there were times when you thought that this is the way things should be, but you were disappointed? I am just trying to be a youth inside you. Don’t you think there are things that are better in other countries or homes? You have an idea of an ideal society in your mind. Chances are that you have articulated your idea inadequately. Each one of us will have a different idea of an ideal society. We would probably never be able to reach a conclusion on what an ideal society should be. I have loved the colours of our diverse culture and I want it to remain. But even in that diversity, we have always preserved our sense of similarity and our identity. Go to any part of India and you will ever feel you are not in India when you talk to people. That is the India I love, the India of freedom, argument and acceptance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You must have seen that I have been questioning many things that happen around us. I am happy that I am allowed to question. I follow some of our cultural traditions, like touching the feet of some elders because I was told why it is done. It is because you trust and respect the other person so much that you offer your neck to the other person and he will not kill you. But I don’t listen to things like not going for a haircut on a Saturday. “Something bad will happen” is a ridiculous and laughable reason. I don’t believe Sri Krishna was a god. For me he was a wise human of ancient times, and I try to live by what he said in the Gita, not because I am god-fearing, but because it was sensible. He told us to fight and even kill our family members if they are wrong. If I think my family is wrong, I am not in favour of such extreme steps, but I can at least question and discuss. In this age of modernity and reason, only the things that are rational will survive. This is the same rational society that Swami Vivekananda had envisioned. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~ Som&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Published in Durga Puja Souvenir of Sarita Vihar, 2006)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-8265201326617087499?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/8265201326617087499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=8265201326617087499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8265201326617087499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/8265201326617087499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/2007/03/may-i-think.html' title='May I think?'/><author><name>Commander No. 1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16126919273411347144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Jpv8ixBJ2g/SdXaJwPdY4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/_9Atl8cFnew/S220/DSC00627.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1962189745667320516.post-5512360897988775474</id><published>2007-03-27T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:36:43.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl in my life!!!</title><content type='html'>The Girl in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is the way she smiles,&lt;br /&gt;with such grace in her eyes!&lt;br /&gt;Casts just a glance on your face,&lt;br /&gt;And the pulse begins to race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to describe her elegant gait?&lt;br /&gt;To imbibe its beauty, even time can wait!&lt;br /&gt;The steps she takes, the way she moves,&lt;br /&gt;Like a leaf dancing to the breezy grooves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she talks, a song she sings,&lt;br /&gt;Far in the distance, that special bell rings!&lt;br /&gt;Nightingale, they say, has the sweetest voice,&lt;br /&gt;Compare them, She'd be my only choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her face, the expression it bears,&lt;br /&gt;A sky, which many rainbows pierce!&lt;br /&gt;It's a nature's gift, a beautiful scenery,&lt;br /&gt;Better than pastures lush with greenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her magical tresses, they fly and fly,&lt;br /&gt;Long, dark, straight, My oh My!&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles, it's break of dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Look at her, and your worries are gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mind must be asking "who is she?",&lt;br /&gt;Who fills one's heart with joy and glee,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she is an angel, or maybe a dream,&lt;br /&gt;But still you want her, how difficult it may seem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me now, "hey, is she real?",&lt;br /&gt;"Can i ever get her?", and i will say "Real???"&lt;br /&gt;"Just open your heart, and let your mind be free",&lt;br /&gt;"I found my sweetu, miracles happen you see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found her in *Sreeparna*, let it be known,&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of love, are always waiting to be sown,&lt;br /&gt;If ever you ask, where art thou oh lovely one?&lt;br /&gt;Just look around, and to her your heart'll run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Som&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Written in late October 2004)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-5512360897988775474?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/5512360897988775474/comments/default' title='Post 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experience&lt;br/&gt;Above all I have my skill&lt;br/&gt;All these give me confidence&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But today I have to do something new&lt;br/&gt;There are sculptors just like me&lt;br/&gt;Our aim is to better our sculptures&lt;br/&gt;By copying from each other, what we see&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After all, we all want our sculptures&lt;br/&gt;To be beautiful and ornate&lt;br/&gt;But what do we do, if the base is weak&lt;br/&gt;It has to crumble says the judge, Mr. Fate&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can I trust my rationality?&lt;br/&gt;Will I copy anything nice I see?&lt;br/&gt;Or wait for others to copy my style &lt;br/&gt;In which a strong base is a must be&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;More questions start popping up now,&lt;br/&gt;As I steal a look sculptures around,&lt;br/&gt;I gloat of trusting myself and all I have&lt;br/&gt;But still I quickly copy something new I found&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know I have the responsibility&lt;br/&gt;To make our sculptures the best&lt;br/&gt;Should I show them by taking a lead&lt;br/&gt;Or just follow the popular like all the rest&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am the people of this country&lt;br/&gt;And I can only make my culture&lt;br/&gt;I have always stood my ground,&lt;br/&gt;Though there have been many a vulture&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I trust our tradition, that’s my experience&lt;br/&gt;I have tools of various forms,&lt;br/&gt;To all the other people they are &lt;br/&gt;better known as my social norms&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But as we move towards a global village&lt;br/&gt;I can’t seal myself and pride in my work&lt;br/&gt;I have to be geared to meet the future,&lt;br/&gt;The opportunity, I know, is enough perk&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have succeeded in shielding my work in the past&lt;br/&gt;As always time has changed, I can see…&lt;br/&gt;But why do I question my skill now&lt;br/&gt;Perhaps, it’s a sense of self hypocrisy &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have prided in my “secular” credentials&lt;br/&gt;In fact, it is there in my constitution&lt;br/&gt;But when my hindu sister loves a christian guy&lt;br/&gt;I just call that unwanted rebellion&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Still I say caste system is now over,&lt;br/&gt;Well, as long as saying works, its okay&lt;br/&gt;I don’t even give or take dowry any more&lt;br/&gt;Though some “small giftings” are here to stay&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I’m a rustic and I vote for my clan fellow&lt;br/&gt;I am ridiculed by them for my stagnation&lt;br/&gt;Though they, whom education has made elite&lt;br/&gt;Vote the same, but just provide elegant justification&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It has become busy these days&lt;br/&gt;At my work for days on end,&lt;br/&gt;If I stand back and think for a while,&lt;br/&gt;Acceptance is the essential to make things bend&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Things seem crazy right now but&lt;br/&gt;Solutions would come to us I know,&lt;br/&gt;The best sculpture is waiting to be made&lt;br/&gt;It is just that some thoughts need to flow&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And maybe I am just old because &lt;br/&gt;I have stopped thinking my usual way&lt;br/&gt;All other sculptors would copy my art,&lt;br/&gt;I hope I’ll pass the test of time that day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;~ Som&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Written sometime in November-December 2004, IIMA) &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1962189745667320516-2726362716857279201?l=emailsom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emailsom.blogspot.com/feeds/2726362716857279201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1962189745667320516&amp;postID=2726362716857279201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1962189745667320516/posts/default/2726362716857279201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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