thoughts

Although I have tried to restrict my "blog" to topics such as philosophy and other creative writing, a few news articles that I have been reading, have compelled me to write about the issue ..The Bhopal Gas Tragedy. I do not know how many are truly aware of this incident that had occurred a few decades ago. To be perfectly honest, as a kid I did hear about it on the news but until now I haven't had the curiosity to dig the facts deeper. I am grateful to a web site run by a group of satirical artists who call themselves "The Yes Men" to have helped me garner interest in this issue all over again. On December 3rd 1984, A Union Carbide subsidiary pesticide plant released 40 tonnes of methyl isocyanate (MIC) gas, killing approximately 3,800 people instantly in Bhopal, India. This is still considered as the worst industrial disaster in the history of our world. "Two decades later, more than 100,000 people have permanent injuries, light or severe. The groundwater...

The complexity of the thought process has not been fully understood, and perhaps will not be understood for thousands of years, if ever. Thought has been historically perceived to be either analytical/logical or abstract. Abstract thought has been romanticized, perhaps deservingly. However, it is unclear to me if the abstract thought process has been understood. The underlying similarities between quantum physics and abstract thought are intriguing, wherein the minute you try to analyze a thought, it collapses. So here arises the question of the utility of AI from the point of view of trying to generate serendipity, as opposed to focused and cold computational power. I have not understood the mechanisms by which serendipity manifests itself. The question now arises if AI attempts to create an environment where serendipity can manifest itself in a synthetic, ¿artificial¿ manner, or to utilize the intelligence of machines to carry out tasks in a focused analytical manner that is rarely ...

Out of the many things we respect in people, humility and humbleness is something that I consider very high. We are bound to have experiences that happen to us during the time we exist in this world and this is inevitable. I do not know for sure what determines a person to have a certain experience. It could be the parents and the family he/she is born in, the community, time, place, luck, chance, etc. But we as humans tend to think that what we have seen in our little life is the greatest experience of them all. Do we necessarily have to talk about our lives to let other people know what we have done and does talking about it really help. Psychologically it can be said that it helps create a reputation among the people we interact with but sub-consciously it starts to eat away away the little bit of humbleness left in us when it shouldn't even be a factor that should account for anything. This is not to say that we should not share our experiences with others, had Buddha not share...

Please watch this video. It is not meant to be political or a religious satire. It is just a point of view that we all need to be aware of. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5547481422995115331

there are times when I feel that life's such an empty journey through which I am traveling unaware of who I am or where I am heading where people around me change as the seasons and situations arise without any reasons there are times when I feel lonely lonelier than the leaf that whithers off the tree trying hard to believe that I am not the only one but ending up feeling god has been unfair to me there are times when I think think about my past not waiting for a miracle but wishing I'd be a kid again and hoping against hope that this time it would last forever and ever there are times when I feel that growing up is such a sin a sin that is bestowed upon us by god a sin that everyone has to commit there are times when I question myself who is more purer than god who can love us without anything in return who can be loved more than we could love ourselves whose smile can last in our memories forever whose touch can make you feel closer to god and I hear a voice the voice of my ...

just a poem that I wrote a long time ago I remember those days, when I used to wake up early in the the morning and look at the world with those tiny eyes gleaming in the first rays of sunshine with intense love and great hope, listening to the birds sing the song of love wondering what would be in store for me not having the slightest idea that every moment of my life would become history just like the ones gone by and I remember seeing the sun and the sky the same old tree with me passing by I knew that just as nothing has changed them so woudn' t I little did i know that I was a cocoon at the mercy of time which would turn me into a butterfly with wings made of hate and a heart full of pain and lie a lie that was told the day I was born a lie that still lives with me from dusk to dawn...

Too many times have I come across some very interesting facts that enforces my opinion that humans are by far the luckiest creatures to have lived/are living on this planet. We have so many imperfections in us which the typical animal kingdom is very unforgiving of. The old adage "Only the fittest will survive" is given an entirely new definition in our dictionary. Irrespective of how strong/weak we are, how smart/stupid we can be, we are still living and competing against each other, largely in a healthy way. I have very high hopes for the survival of our species and have no words to explain the intricacies of a system that we have established, if not perfected. A system where we still live together, most importantly, being aware of the differences in us. There seems to be little reason in discrediting the fact that we are very similar to animals in so many ways and it would not be too preposterous to use that as a excuse to explain the way we do certain things. Some may cal...