Where have you been?

The argument starts thus. And it never ends. I have been concentrating my mind on bigger things in life; I never thought the day to day affairs of one’s life could have such an impact on it. In fact I have come to know that these day to day affairs are not just a statistic; they are the micro causes of the way life turns out to be, and impact us in a very severe manner.

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When a person yells at his kid for a reason he cannot comprehend; even if just once in his lifetime, the kid turns away from rationality. His belief in a rational world is destroyed. He sees that his actions are having whimsical reactions from adults, and that is how the chain reaction starts. Perhaps after five years he’ll understand (that is if he remembers the incident at all) why he had been yelled at, but it will be very difficult to make him tread the path of rationality once again.

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When a teacher rubbishes away a child’s inquisitions as foolish, the child is embarrassed publicly and refrains from asking further questions. His interest in the particular subject and education as a whole is killed. From that day onwards he progressively starts treating education as a burden and ends up a mediocre. Perhaps after five years he’ll understand (that is if he remembers his question at all) that his question was really irrelevant. He thinks it irrelevant because the teacher had no answer for it and he escaped this embarrassment by rubbishing the question altogether, and five years later the child holds the same opinion of unanswered questions: Rubbish.

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When a child encounters an irrational argument from his parent and refuses to accept it, the refusal obviously comes out in a childish manner i.e. crying or wailing. The parent trying to stoop down to the child’s intelligence level to figure out what is wrong, sometimes stoops down to a much lower level, and concludes that the argument cannot upset the child because he cannot comprehend the irrationality in it, so the only reason the child is crying can be that the child is hungry. This further upsets the child as he concludes that his rational arguments are being rubbished.

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When a child has been bullied by another and reacts violently, the act being witnessed by a teacher, and both are being punished thereafter, the child loses faith in justice as the first words he hears when trying to prove himselfinnocent, are “I don’t want to hear anything, you both were fighting and both will be equally punished.” “Equal” becomes a very different word in his mind. It’s not difficult to comprehend that the projected mentality, even if honest, is that the school’s reputation has gained a higher place than justice. The school propagates endurance of injustice in the name of discipline. This lowers the high esteem in which justice should be held in anyone’s mind. The child never embraces justice in the future. He only fears it for the rest of his life.

Have Faith in Science?

The Church indicted Galileo for believing that the earth was not at the center of the universe. Well he was not all right in saying that the sun was, though, but he had a point. His point, philosophically, was that Man should never deny what he believes is truth. Now this is misleading, as anyone is free to believe what he wishes. I wish to believe that I was in Albert Einstein’s shoes, but that is not to be. To interpret his philosophy, we should understand that belief cannot be a whim. A belief is always to be acquired via a thought process of reason.

The church, however, did not cater to reason and its allies. It derived its power from mass control. Anything radical was a threat. So his thesis was summarily rejected giving a sole reason. His conclusions were not in harmony with the Holy Bible. Seems very, very, irrational on part of the church, doesn’t it?

I believe science is a branch of philosophy. I believe this because both are based on inferences drawn on rational premises. There is but, a difference between science and philosophy. Though both deal with finding out the truth on the basic level, science is called science because it needs experimental or observational proof for a theory. A scientific theory is a successful one if it has a large number of experimental or observational statistics in its support. Now, there’s this very popular theory, String Theory, which blows your mind away. And scientists have been working on it religiously. But sadly enough, if we define science as study based on results of experiments, or conclusions based on observations, we can make no further progress by its definition itself as for further progress we need some other sense (other than the five senses given to us) to observe the implications of string theory. Because String theory makes predictions like 11 dimensions. Now our minds are designed for the three dimensional world. We can see height, we can see length, we can see width. We know a fourth dimension, time. But how are we sensing it? Sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell. None of these senses can sense time. How do we sense it then? We sense time as a clock ticks, i.e. we sense time by motion of anything through the three dimensions. So we can hope someday we could sense the extra dimensions in a similar manner.

But here we are getting off the topic. What was the topic in the first place? Yeah, that science is a branch of philosophy. But over the years, scientists drifted away from philosophers because they adhered to a different approach. Scientists got gradually more and more interested in the outcomes of experiments pertaining to their ideas. They had original ideas and by far have been the best of those ever had by the human race, but they developed a frantic need to prove that their ideas were correct, and in fact it was a good thing. Because for example, before Galileo, it was a widely accepted fact that the earth pulls the more massive objects with a greater force and hence the heavier the object, the faster it would fall (Aristotle’s theory). Now it could have been proved wrong by a thought process alone but it took Galileo’s experiment to prove that Aristotle had been wrong. I’m trying to make a point that may be experimental proof is not after all completely necessary to accept a theory. Experimental facts are required because we do not totally understand what is happening. We observe nature, propose a theory as to the happening, and then we test it against experiment. If it passes the test a large number of times, the theory is accepted until it fails in some exceptional cases and then we modify the theory to accommodate the exceptional case. That’s how science works. It’s the same like knowing the answer to a mathematical problem, because the guy sitting adjacent to you in the examination hall has whispered to you the answer, but obviously he cannot whisper all the steps to you. Then you try and fudge 3-4 steps in between and underline the final answer two times and hope that seeing that the answer is right, the examiner won’t bother to look into the steps by which you arrived at the answer.

Again, off topic. But it’s kind of difficult to stick just to the topic. Anyways, so I was saying that what Galileo had to prove by experiment, could have been easily shown without actually performing an experiment. Let us see how. Suppose there is a 1 kg block which falls at a given rate g. Then, according to Aristotle, a 2 kg block would fall at a rate 2g. Now if we take two 1 kg blocks and drop them they would both fall at the rate g individually. Now suppose, we tie up two 1 kg blocks together, then again according to Aristotle, the combination would fall at a rate 2g. The only difference between the two events is that the two 1 kg blocks are tied together in one and are independent in the other. How does the earth “come to know” of this difference and act with different amount of force in each case? So it seems actually performing an experiment was not necessary. Just the thought process was enough to prove that Galileo was right.

Coming back to the String theory, which all the theoretical physicists boast of as being a potential theory of the universe, is not in its essence a theory of science. It cannot be proved right because neither do we have the apparatus to carry out such experiments, nor have we the senses required to observe its implications. And for the same reasons it can never be proved wrong. It’s just a proposal, just a guess which seems so promising, because all the other theories of science have stopped to suffice. Perhaps what we have been taught since childhood has a different, much simpler expression in some other world whose inhabitants have completely different senses than us. Perhaps, the whole notion of discovering the laws of nature by science (as it is known), has become obsolete. The physicists are, unconsciously, embracing faith.

Women's Corner

You never corner a woman. If you do and if God exists, only he can save you. Or perhaps not even him. In the long years of insecurity in women’s history, there are a few fun facts.

Women were never treated as equals in the history, save recently, let’s say the past hundred years perhaps. But they had a very strong hold over minds of men. But that hold was limited in the sense that they couldn’t really argue with the breadwinner. It was customary in “those” times that men worked to earn and women looked after the house. Now there was this paradox that restaurants served food in exchange for money and not vice-versa. So the woman suffered from a lack of leverage.

So the dominance of men continued to prevail and women were divided into two broad categories:

The ones who were pampered and the ones who were abused.

The man who pampers a woman can be of two types. Either he loves her too much or is just using her as a tool for his lust and convenience.

The person who abuses a woman can be only of one category and I don’t want to discuss about that. That is a complete different chapter involving violence, and should be dealt in other ways. We can, but, discuss about the kinds of non-violent ways women are being treated by men.

In “those” times stubborn women were either abused like a slave or pampered like a child.

But in these times when women are treated as equal, they are seldom abused. They are either pampered or challenged by rational argument.

Well, we all know a woman likes to be pampered.

Now, what about the person who corners a woman in an argument? Perhaps he is the one who treats her as an equal and worthy of a discussion, and finds pride in beating an equal opponent.

Ironically, he is the one who suffers the most.

It’s up to the woman, what she wants, go back to “those” times or find pride in being fairly and equally challenged?

P.S.: I believe women have a rational mind, but they don’t want to expose it. If they can have an edge in a relationship by pretending to be irrational, why expose their sense of rationality and let go of all the benefits their irrational whims serve them?

The Chipping Hammer

“Does it take that much time?” I am thoroughly compelled to say “Yes you moron, it does.” But I refrain from using these superlative words. It has been happening on a daily basis now and I suddenly feel the need to explode. I go to the carpenter’s workshop and pick up a chipping hammer, in a chipping gun’s stead, perhaps because it helps you vent better. I go outside on the deck and rush back in. A gust of fresh wind on my face had chilled the veins in my cheeks. I wear a monkey-cap under my helmet and go out again. Its quarter to three in the afternoon in the northern latitude of seventy one degrees. It’s dark as hell. And as freezing. In the distance I see a red rectangle.

“Oh it’s a fire hose box. I’m the one responsible for its maintenance. So let me do something.”
I raise my hammer and take aim.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Flakes of moist, frozen rust fly. One enters my eye. I cry out loud. No one’s there. No one hears my cry. I go to the emergency eye wash cubicle on the deck and wash my eye with water. The feeling of relief is readily overcome by the not-yet-subsided-anger. I take aim at the fire hose box once again. I will hole it, I say in my mind. Its better sometimes, to listen to your brain. This becomes soon very apparent to me even as I stop my hammer just before the last flakes of rust fly off and the pale shiny metal appears. Two more strokes and it would have given in.

“Idiot! It’s you who’ll be screwed if it gets holed. It’s you who’ll have to mend it.” This echoes in my brain as the anger in me grows more and more faint.

I come inside and make my presence felt to a pair of owl’s eyes.

“Oh it’s already dark. Don’t be on deck after its dark. It’s not safe. Go have some rest.”

What the hell. I am done hearing all this safety gibberish. “See dude,” I want to say, “you can’t have your cake and eat it too.” But I once again refrain from it.

I remember someone’s words, “Dude, just two words and your life will be set.” I blurt out without thinking “Yes Sir.”

I go to my cabin and have a hearty laugh.

An Analogy of India's Independence

There's a parasite sucking your blood. He's been doing this for ages. He says to you: "You have an option to kick me hard and drive me away, but since you are non-violent and won't hit me, I have another option for you". "What plan do you have?", you ask. He says: "Following are my conditions, which, if you meet, I shall stop sucking your blood.

They are:

1. I'll amputate one of your limbs of my choice.
2. Some of my tentacles which I've shed during my moulting process, are sticking on your body. They are my property and and you'll have to buy that from me before I leave.
3. Since your body has become used to me, and also, I somehow feel responsible for your well being, you'll have to assure me that it functions well in my absence."

You ask: "I never asked you to leave. Why so much fuss?" He says: "I'm tired of sucking your blood. Besides, your blood has now degraded in quality."

Cupid and the Poacher

Falling in love is easy, just like a trap, you go in and there's no way out.The poacher is cruel, never lets you go and yet you are gone. Where to, no one knows. He hurts you, may be its not his intention, but he doesn't care too if you are hurt. He carries you to the fire and slaughters you there, if he's merciful. Otherwise he just roasts you alive. And before doing that he never forgets to get himself snapped standing over you (or your corpse, whatever the case may be).

This has been happening for millennia. Cupid shoots, the prey falls (in love) , and the poacher tramples it and devours the flesh. Can't he be content eating vegetables?