Author: Alok Chaturvedi

  • The Relevance of Animal Farm

    On a bright summer evening in 2019, I was walking around with my friend after my lawn tennis session. During the walk we were enjoying our intellectual discussion, and I was trying to make a point that Left wing and Right Wing are basically the same, however I was not able to explain to him the logic I used to deduce that. It wasn’t the first time that such a thing happened to me, my prefrontal cortex (thinking part) works way faster than my Broca’s area (speech formation part) and I am often overwhelmed with thoughts that I cannot express. I wish I had read Animal Farm back then, because George Orwell found a creative way to express what I was deducing then which he had deduced seven decades earlier.

    George Orwell, the author of Animal Farm was born in Imperial India, he saw the atrocities committed by imperialism and naturally oscillated towards communism. He became a communist sympathizer and fought against General Franco in Spain in a losing cause. He saw the rise of communist state in Russia and other counties, and then he achieved the ultimate realization.
    He saw the similar atrocities in fascist, republics, imperialistic and communist regimes and he concluded that it’s really not the system, it’s humans. Humans can corrupt any system is the ultimate truth, which George Orwell understood.

    Animal Farm as a book focuses on highlighting the following aspect of human’s animalistic nature:
    – Humans when in power will always benefit themselves while pretending to be doing good for all.
    – Humans when in power are capable of changing the perceived past.
    – Humans when in power rarely walk the talk.
    – Fear is the great uniter.
    I said humans but the book is actually about animals. George Orwell used animals as simple tool to make some very serious arguments, which I had pointed out.

    The story takes place in a Farm in Britain where the Animals realize that while they do all the service and production whether it’s egg or milk or something else, the produce always goes to the owner who apparently does nothing. Hence, they start the revolution, which is successful. Animals kick out the owner and start managing the farm themselves.
    Pigs AKA leaders become the brain of the operation while donkeys and horses do the hard work. They form their guidelines or seven commandments such as we won’t drink, we won’t wear clothes, we won’t sleep in bed, no one will kill the other, and the best of them all: Whatever goes on two legs and doesn’t have wings (AKA Human) is an enemy.
    Everything is good to begin with, but the nature soon takes its course, when the cow produces excess milk, it disappears and when everyone gets to know that pigs are keeping the milk for themselves, pigs argue that they need milk as nourishment since they are the brain of the operation. They point out that without them in charge and in good health there is a good chance that the Human owner will return. Through this event, the author wants to highlight how humans in power will benefit themselves while pretending to benefit the masses.

    The animals had decided that they won’t drink, but the pigs get addicted to fine drinking and when their action contradicts the past commitment, what do they do? They change the perceived past. The pigs convince everyone that the commandment was, to not drink in excess, rather than not drink at all.

    When hard work is required, the pigs make moving speeches, but they never do any work themselves. When the same is pointed out, they make a case that their work involve paperwork which may not appear as doing something but as a matter of fact it is quite important however at the end of the day all the paper is burned down in the chimney, hence supporting the argument of the author that humans in power rarely walk the talk.

    Whenever the pigs faced protest from the animals for the injustices, they would use fear as tool to subjugate, either fear by intimidation using their pet dogs or fear of the alternate future, like return of the owners, hence supporting the argument of the author that fear is the great uniter.

    The best transformation happens when pigs started walking on two feet just like the owners, since one of the commandments was that anyone who walks on two feet is an enemy they had to change the commandment and convince everyone that that’s how it has always been. Those walking on two feet were never enemy but friends.
    The pigs when in power transforms into two-legged creatures and the original owners, the humans were also two-legged creatures. Hence there is absolutely no difference between humans in-charge or the animals in-charge. There is absolutely no difference between right wing or left wing. A left-wing society might start as rule by the people but eventually the pigs who will hijack the power would no longer identify with people, hence effectively it won’t be the rule of people but rule of a few like a right-wing society. The animals were worse off under the pigs as compared to under the owners.
    Phew, you can understand why I had trouble making my friend follow my logic. At least now, I can use Animal Farm analogy.

    We are hardwired to always take simplest explanation, but the truth is never simple. There is no hero to celebrate and villain to curse, we all have a hero and a villain in us and when opportunity comes the villain in us show us the true color. George Orwell died after writing just two books Animal Farm and 1984, however had he lived longer and expanded on his ideas, he would have liked us to do introspection and figure out how we can redeem ourselves rather than redeeming any system. I must assert that he was well ahead of his time, because I see the same phenomena prevailing in today’s world. People in power still use fear to move masses, they still benefit themselves while pretending to be doing good. They talk more and do less. Most importantly there is no separate race of bad humans, whoever gets the power irrespective of their upbringing acts like a pig. Animal Farm was and will always be a mirror to us Humans.

  • Tale of a Toxic Beloved

    Have you ever loved and desired someone?
    Odin’s beard, what am I asking, off Course you have loved and desired someone, the relevant genes were passed on to you.
    However have you loved and desired not one but two, and desired both at the same time?
    Wait don’t answer that, I know it’s a scandalous question.
    I have! I have been loving with desire two,  for quite some time. If you think loving one is hard, loving two is tiresome, to say the least.  Let me put a disclaimer that my love is not virtual but real.
    My esteemed reader, let me narrate my eventful, triangular love story and if you feel pity on my situation and you have some tips to manage my love life, feel free to share with me later, 1st please hear my plight O virtuous ladies and lords


       My oldest love is very sweet, charming, and gentle, whenever I am with her, I feel relaxed as if there is no worry in the world. While most of the time, my love shows me dreams, sometimes she also suffers me through nightmares, just to keep me on my toes. My love is also routine bound, just like me as a result we get along quite fine. We spent hours every day resting, dreaming, and soothing. She is usually very low maintenance unlike girls from engineering colleges. However, if my oldest love came to know that I was with the newest one, she would just not come to me, she would just shut me out for hours before the chemicals the second love has left in my body goes out.

    My second love is exactly opposite of my 1st love, and it’s not a figure of speech, they are literally opposite like north magnetic pole and south geographical pole.
    My second love is not soothing, gentle or sweet, she is toxic, bitter and abrasive.
    When I am with her, I lose my ability to relax, my heart rate climbs up and the world feels like a war zone.  There is no dream and hope for me in her company, it’s just despair


        At this point of my story, I am sure you are wondering if I am a fool. If I have someone soothing and sweet, then why do I go after someone who is toxic and bitter. Let me assure you that I am not a fool, it’s the effect that my toxic beloved leaves on me that keeps me bound to her. Do you really think I have not tried to get rid of her. There were months when I would avoid her, it won’t be easy to start with, I would be restless, I won’t be able to concentrate but I do become normal and then there will be a day when I assume that I am over her and I can casually interact with her, I would think that I can be “just-friend” with my beloved, boy would I be ever more wrong. My beloved would entrap me again and I will fall back into her charm.
    I am a rational person but even I am helpless against the material charms.

        Allow me now to introduce you to both my beloved,
    my 1st beloved who is charming, sweet and soothing is Sleep. She is indeed my 1st love. When I 1st came into the world, there was no one but her, though I don’t remember the time we spent together at dawn.
    My toxic beloved, who is bitter and addictive is coffee. I know she is bad for me; she doesn’t allow me to relax and she kills my appetite for nourishment, I still go after her.
    My days are a constant struggle to keep a balance between my two beloved. I try to not fix a date with my toxic beloved in the evening but sometimes I just cannot help myself and give in to the temptation as a result my other love, sleep would stand me up, I would have to plead, beg and make promises (false promises) to bring her back.

    My Toxic Beloved


        When I lie restless, kissed by my hot toxic beloved, I wonder how my life would have been without the toxic embrace, could I not have found someone more toxic and even fatal, as a result my life could have been worse. I also wonder if I am the only one who despite having someone who heals, goes to someone who hurts. Do we feel that simple and easy is boring and we would rather have someone who imparts a bad influence on us. I am submerged with all my thoughts and then it becomes too much for me and I cry out, “Oh coffee my beloved, would you please come to me!”, and I amble towards a  coffee shop.


        I don’t know if I should keep struggling to maintain balance, get rid of the toxic one or just give in to my temptation and enjoy life as I go. Even if I get rid of her for good, should I be worried that I might fall for something more toxic. I am asking questions because I truly don’t know the answers but I know that sharing our problem is the second step of resolution, for the problem of fatal attraction. The first step is acceptance.
    Let’s confront our toxic interaction, let’s avoid our toxic interaction and if we feel powerless, let us at least make sure that the toxicity of one aspect of our life doesn’t drive away the good aspect.
    Dear Reader, if you have some tips to share with me, get in touch with me via email, meanwhile, I will try not to drink coffee post evening.
    Meanwhile you try and analyse your triangular love story:
    Are you involved with morning jog and late night snackathon
    or are you involved with your liver and party hard spirit
    or are you involved with success and reels scrolling, if you are
    recognise your toxic beloved in your triangular love story and if you want to share your plight, I am all ears.

  • Say No to Breeding Slaves

        Naukari, Naukari, Naukari was what I used to hear as I grew up during the 1990s and 2000s. Getting a naukari (Job) was apparently the greatest achievement of our life. I remember sweet feelings of day dreams in which I had a Naukari, even as a child. I got a Naukari in my twenties and I realised that Naukari is not the Nirvana which I was promised. I would still insist that I am the lucky one as I was provided for a privileged education and I have a socially admired job which provides mental satisfaction and I am not tied to it; since I can leave it behind if I don’t find the zeal to keep going. Not everyone has the satisfaction from their job and worst of all not everyone has a job, hence they are not disappointed yet and still believe that a job is as desirable to them as Silver City is to a Catholic. I admit a job is essential as it helps us make our contribution to human civilization, though at the essence, it is just giving back our share to our fellow humans who helped us so we could grow and be able to pay back, a Naukari is not the ultimate aim of our life and definitely it is not the only way to pay back our share. Therefore instead of day dreaming about getting a job we should be training ourselves so that we contribute to our great civilization with the best of our abilities. Let me narrate an observation to take my point home.

        In the great pandemic year of 2020 I lived in my hometown after eons due to lockdown. After years I had enough time at home to look around to see how my town has progressed in these years and that’s when I met Xyz. It was not the first meeting, I grew up playing cricket with Xyz since we are almost the same age, yet he was already a breadwinner for not only his parents but also for his family of wife and three children while I am still unmarried; and diving deep into Machine Learning for a long term AI Engineering career. Xyz doesn’t have privileged education like I have but he is a skilled negotiator and electrician. I don’t believe that family is a liability but in his case it is. Xyz had the opportunity to build his skill and business as an electrician but there he was stuck in fulfilling the basic family needs.

        I am sure it is very controversial to say it, but I do think that social norms of getting married and having a large family even though one is not financially capable is completely irrational. Though he might still pull off financial success and provide privileged education to his three children, it is unlikely. Imagine in a parallel Universe, Xyz’s parents delayed his marriage, even though he didn’t get a good education, he got ample time to build a small but flourishing business, by the time he is thirty, he is already secure with respect to basic necessities for himself and his family. He is getting married at the age of thirty, and a few years later has a child that went on to receive quality upbringing and education. This is what I call not breeding slaves.

        Many capitalists think that cheap labor is the building block of civilization so they encouraged rampant population growth, they want Xyz to have three children sooner than a single child later because more means cheaper. Capitalism’s obsession with growth is a major reason for human suffering. Please don’t get me wrong, I am not a commie, I am a capitalist too because this is the best system there is for universal growth and improvement of quality of life, yet its obsession with growth is ridiculous. It’s not important to make profit, the profit has to be more than the last profit. However the best part about this system is that while people like Xyz might be influenced to produce slaves, they cannot be forced to produce slaves. The religious groups are even bigger influencers to the slave mentality, for all their moral pretense these religious groups legitimize the african slave trade and they will do all in thier power to influence their followers to produce more, more means better representation and more power to the one who pretends to be jn contact with gods. It’s up to Xyz to ensure he breaks the cycle by providing education to his children before they become a procreation machine.

       I don’t have anything against the number of offspring one should have as long as they are able to provide them with not only the basic necessities but also with quality and pragmatic skills and education. A Billionaire can have ten children and talk all about advantages of high population growth but I know that I cannot afford to have ten children with my salary, though more than number, quality matters. I have been using education in a very generic sense but let me be more specific. Those who are barely meeting their end want their children to grow and get just enough education for a socially acceptable job (I belong to that category), but whose basic necessities are covered would want their children to grow in every dimension possible. While the lower and lower-middle class sends their children to learn Science and Mathematics, the upper and upper-middle class teaches their children art, music, sports, law, taxes, trading, public speaking, foreign languages etc. alongside Science and Mathematics. Even the rich kids clear tough screening for colleges, despite their broad education and in fact it is because of the broad education that they clear difficult screening tests. The lucky children of the lower or lower-middle classes are able to clear the screening for good colleges and jobs; ensuring a steady income for themselves,  while the unlucky ones are left in limbo; without a marketable skill or trade. Irony is that these same folks would produce even more tiny versions of themselves who would not be skilled enough to survive out of predefined jobs and professions. This cycle is perpetually creating new age slaves for those in elite circles. The elite children who receive broad education and are proficient in public speaking, negotiate, persuasion, sports, music etc. are able to make a good life even beyond regular jobs as an entrepreneur or sports person or an entertainer. Overall as a society we are producing low-quality but high volume-cheap human capital which works well for selected few but a lifetime of bondage for the other.

        I know all the people who have access to this essay already have this understanding even if not convincingly. I also understand that people who lack the wisdom cannot be convinced otherwise, imagine going to the marriage ceremony of a 25 year old Xyzs and asking them to cancel the marriage and work on their productivity. There will be flying arrows from everyone else even if it’s not from Xyz themself. Yet the talk must happen, lest the worst of our dystopian nightmares come true. The cycle of breeding modern day slaves must be broken, putting the burden of financial hope on a newly born must be stopped. Anyone who is taking the sacred responsibility of bringing new lives in this world must ensure to provide all the opportunity to them including but not limited to basic necessities and pragmatic education.

    Is this why we attain human life?
  • It is I, Life!

        I saw a dream; lived it, worked on it, cared for it, gave it my all and yet Life happened. Just a week before my dream would turn into a reality, Life turned it into an actual nightmare with endless trauma and regrets.

        It was no brainer that I was devastated beyond repair, yet repair I must! That was the call of my inner-self. I asked life for an explanation of its cruelty and it remained apathetic to my plight as if it was just some innocent wave, perpetually reducing motionless rocks into sand and gravel. While I was busy interrogating  life, my inner-self was working on rebuilding me. My inner-self demanded that I survive. I lost my appetite yet it forced me to eat just enough to breathe; I lost my sleep yet it encouraged me to scrapp for whatever little I could get. Slowly and steadily I increased my food and sleep ration. Slowly and steadily I gained my energy and calmness. I was still traumatized though I was whole. I was still devastated yet I was ready to try and forgive Life, since it is just one that I have and perhaps I will ever have.

         As I healed with time, I realised that mathematically, the half-life of my suffering was two weeks, as every two weeks, my suffering was reduced to half and almost two years since the tragedy I can confidently say that I am almost over my shattered dreams. As I recollect those terrible days of my first four weeks of suffering, I am truly enamored by the inner-me, the one that held me to Life, the inner-me that never questioned Life and it’s intentions, rather just accepted it on the face value allowing me time to heal and appreciate Life myself. Just months after bringing the worst tragedy, Life brought me the best moment yet, all too nonchalantly and then I understood why it was breaking me. Life breaks to create exactly like waves breaking rocks to create sandy beautiful beaches. Life doesn’t see the difference in my worst moment and my best moment, for it both are the same, it never felt sorry for the worst and yet never felt pleased with the best for Life doesn’t expect the best or the worst to last, both are just there in one moment diminishes in the next, leaving behind beautiful experience every single time.

          I achieved the profound understanding that something is amazing not because it lasts but rather because it’s ephemeral. I understood that experiences are far more valuable than concrete possessions and there is no such thing as a good or a bad experience, it’s just plain experience as valuable as water is to a whale.

        With a new outlook I analysed my existence and all the experiences I have accumulated and with respect to the whole existence, this one small tragedy was nothing but a minor inconvenience and it was truly not the first one and unfortunately it won’t be the last. Pain and pleasure both will come as nonchalantly as they will go because the one called Life is not worried about the minor inconveniences rather it is busy crafting a beautiful set of incidents for me.

        If my conversations were literal with Life, it would say, “It is I, Life; the only one you would ever get. It is I, Life; the only one with best intentions for you. It is I, Life; the only one making your existence beautiful. It is I, Life; the only one working tirelessly for you. Hence I suggest you stop whining about minor details and focus on the big picture,  work with me and accumulate all the experiences I am providing you. Rise and accept me, rise and love me, rise because I am your one true friend for It is I, Life.”

  • A Satisfying Trek to Devkund Waterfall

    A Satisfying Trek to Devkund Waterfall

    I do a lot of outdoor activities and I do most of them with zeal, however trekking on mountains has never been something that has attracted me. I consider myself, more of a outdoor sports loving person who would be excited to go out and play cricket, tennis, swimming, running, cycling etc. ; therefore when my friend, Devraj, insisted on visiting a waterfall 90 kms away from my current residence, in Pune, I accepted reluctantly.
    Even though I am a rookie when it comes to trekking, there were a few steps that I knew we had to take to make the journey smooth. We purchased full body rain clothes, we got the tank full of Devraj’s bike, we packed essentials such as a pair of cloths for change, water, power bank and mobile charger. We very rightly decided to leave as early as possible, though it was not as early as we would have liked. We planned to start by 5 AM but we actually started by 7, owing to unforeseen difficulties such as power cut and a few more. Towards the end of the day I felt that perhaps we should have been more diligent in stating early and foreseen the difficulties, though I am sure these learnings would help me on my next journey.
    Our first two stops were very unexcepted. After leaving our place in Baner (Pune) and having travelled just 12 kms, we made a stop since it started raining, although later in the day we would welcome the rain with open arms, we were not willing to get drenched very early in our journey. Our second stop was due to a police check, though it felt like a routine check for Driving License or Substance. I can never forget the tone in which the policeman asked me if I was carrying booze, I felt that he wanted me to say yes. With rain and administration checked, we continued on our marry way. We started very close to the foot of the mountains so all the way the drive route was very scenic, although at that point I had no Idea that just in a few hours I was going to gaze upon the much acclaimed and rightly so, western-ghat of India and its beauty.

    Our next stop was for breakfast, since we had planned to start early in the morning, breakfast was not in our plan till we were on our way, thus when we started feeling the sweet urge, we made a stop in front of a roadside cafe. It was really nice to know that there were many such cafes on the way to Devkund, especially on the low altitude side, these cafes were a good stop for everyone to fresh-up, eat and enjoy a warm cup of coffee and tea. I was satisfied with idly-sambhar and tea while Devraj was quite content with poha and vada-paw. Our fourth stop was for nature, there was a very scenic view from the road, of the valley below and mountains ahead and it was well appreciated by the passers-by since there were 20-30 people already standing and taking pics, we just followed the herd. I wonder if it was the weather that enhanced the beauty of the valley we were looking out to, regardless it was sight for sore eyes and we had just begun.

    I live near the bank of river Mula in Pune, which is hard to differentiate from a normal drainage due to the infestation and pollution, therefore I was mighty surprised and awed when I saw this river at its origin at Mulshi dam. The water there was pristine and the view around was picturesque, consequently it was our next stop to soak in the beauty of western-ghat. I had a realization that stopping and enjoining the view is contagious since once we had stopped by the calling of water body, a lot of riders followed suit and joined us in soul satisfying sight.

    Our next stop was a river mouth, enroute to Thamini Ghat, where crowd had gathered to take pictures and take a dip in water. At this very place I was explaining Devraj how dangerous it was to be in these waters in this weather. The water flows from the mountains where it may rain very hard which the people in the valley would be unaware of and might get caught in the heavy flow and get swept away. Though that day nothing happened and even we, went inside the water. Though at this point we made a silly mistake. We had got into our rain-suit at the very start of our journey and after we had our rain suit on, there was no rain for the whole way so we decided to take off our rain suit, in fact it was Devraj’s idea, he thought that rainsuit was degrading his beauty as a result the selfies were not good. Very soon after taking off the rain suit, the rain began and it was heavy thus we got drenched, before we had the chance to put the rain-suit back on. We drove continuously for 40-50 Kms, we had just one small stop to appreciate the beauty of rainwater flowing down the mountain, at some places the waterfall was so near the road that people were taking shower in them, though we refrained, since we didn’t want to get further wet yet, as there was trekking to look forward to. When we were very high up in the mountains, looking below was both fascinating and terrifying, we could see clouds up close and everything seems so insignificant compared to the beauty and ferocity of nature.



    The road to Devkund was filled with beautiful, breathtaking sites and it felt that we would not even get there if we keep stopping every 10 min, so we developed iron-heart and appreciated the beauty while riding and arrived in Devkund by 12 o’clock. It took us 5 hours to get there, a moderate distance of 90 km, and no! there was no traffic or road blocker, it was just the beauty of the journey that kept us away from the bike and delayed our arrival. That is why I felt regret that we hadn’t started earlier, if we had, we would have more time to appreciate the beautiful Western-ghat.

    In the parking area, we found a place where we could keep our heavy belongings like helmet, shoulder bag etc. for a nominal fee and began trekking through the jungle. We left behind our rain coat, I did object to this development but Devraj reminded me that we were there to soak in the water, so it didn’t matter if we were drenched in the rain. When we finally started the trekking, we were upbeat, an emotion hard to sustain on a tiring path of about 8 kms which had quite significant uphill climbing. A word of caution, if you plan to trek, make sure you are wearing trekking shoes, shorts or comfortable lower and dry fit t-shirt. The journey won’t be kind to you if you are not in proper attire. While my attire was good, I felt that a lot of the trekking is left to the chances, though I never had any formal training, I could think that we should have taken more essentials such as Band-Aids, antiseptic liquid, painkillers and spirit. There was noting out of ordinary in our journey, however if a mishap would have occurred, we would have been caught off guard. There were guides who were helping us stay on the path, for which there was a mandatory Rs. 200 charges for everyone.

    After trekking for an hour, the mood had changed, everyone was longing for the destination but it was nowhere in sight and incidentally that was when the major uphill journey started. Every soul going towards the fall was asking, “How Far?”, though no one was prepared to accept the answer. People who were even poorly prepared than us were loosing there slippers and sandals to the unforgiving terrain. The high altitude was inducing cramp due to lack of oxygen, so I advised Devraj to breathe heavy with his mouth. Being an endurance athlete who had finished half marathon, I was not uncomfortable with the situation, however even I wanted to see the waterfall soon, for which I had given up the comfort of my bed. After about 2 hours of trekking we had finally arrived at the destination. Had we walked continuously, we would have been there in mare 1 hour, but we kept stopping to take snap or catch breath on our journey. The journey was equally important to the destination however, evening was keeping us worried; we reckon, it was prudent to leave the mountains while there was still day light. There were many places to stay nearby, so I think a better way to plan these trekking would be to come here in the evening, spent the night and start trekking, early morning. When we got there it, was 2:15 in the afternoon and we estimated that we had about 30-45 minutes of time there.
    The first order of business for me was to get a dip into the water. I was so excited to get in, that I didn’t bother taking off my shoes, I just jumped as soon as I had handed over my phone to my companion. The water was unusually cold and it was difficult for me to stay in for longer, I stayed till I could. I am a risk averse person, and I was not certain about the depth of the landing area, so even though I know how to swim, I stayed clear of uncharted water, rather I stayed near the bank, where there were two ropes tied for safely enjoying the water. The next order of business was to take a shower in the water fall. The main waterfall was too fierce to take a shower unless someone wants to take his last; there were other less fierce falls adjacent to the main one, where I went to enjoy the natural shower.
    The return trekking was even more daunting. We both were tired, my head was aching, perhaps due to cold shower, but there was a silver lining. Now that we were a bit on track, we could afford to stop and have tea and noodles in the middle of the jungle. We arrived at the parking place by 5 pm and soon after changing into dry clothes we began our return ride and arrived in our cozy apartment, after three hours of ride. During our return journey, we had just two stops, one to admire the valley below from the top of the mountain and second was to enjoy some tea in order to mitigate our tiredness.

    The pain that I was feeling while trekking had long vanished, but the memories and experiences would stay forever. Just like I am writing a blog about my journey, all the frustrated faces, who were trekking alongside us, would have shared their selfies and groupies to showcase pride in being close to something so mesmerizingly beautiful. This was technically my first big trekking, but I felt comfortable there, my light and agile body was flying through the rocks without fear of slipping or falling. I should definitely do it more often and find comfort in the pristine and beautiful nature, while making sure that I do not corrupt its purity. If I were to rate the most beautiful view, I would rate the view I enjoyed while being on the very top of the mountain. Upon this site, I understood why people imagine that gods live in high mountains, because such mesmerizing views are worthy only of gods.

  • Our Fragile Home

    We have tried hard to find life beyond our home planet Earth while some are still trying without success. With more and more failure some are beginning to believe that Earth might be the only planet having just perfect condition for life to exist and evolve. However these life supporting conditions are not permanent. Our home, Earth, is extremely fragile. A minor change in her crust or atmosphere will have devastating consequences that will remain irreversible for millions of years.
    When first life form in the form of unicellular structured appeared on Earth, there was no diatomic Oxygen in her atmosphere. After evolution of years a unicellular life form became capable of harnessing power of sun to produce energy similar to photosynthesis. Diatomic Oxygen was bi-product of this process and it started rising from the ocean into the atmosphere. Presence of Oxygen in atmosphere downplayed the green house effect of methane in atmosphere. Earth lost her ability to retain heat, she froze killing majority of life form that had evolved in time. Earth remained frozen for millions of years until volcano erupted and filled atmosphere with Carbon Di Oxide. A minor change in atmosphere almost destroyed life on Earth.
    A billion years later, when Earth was a heaven beaming with life, she turned into a monster. Due to a large number of concurrent volcanic eruption Carbon Di Oxide began to accumulate profusely. Earth became a hot oven, oceans turned acidic and majority of life form became extinct. We also call this event as one of five mass extinction. A few who found home in the burrows survived and thrived when Earth became habitable again millions of years later. A mishap of decade took millions of years to recover.
    If my 1st example highlights the delicacy of Earth’s ecology ,the 2nd narrate how close we are to another mass extinction today. Each nation is urging each other to cut on carbon emission. Surprisingly Carbon compounds (like Methane or Carbon Di Oxide) are not the most significant contributor to green house effect, it is water vapor. However we don’t worry about water vapor, simply because in no time water vapor condense and return to Earth. Carbon compounds take significant amount of time to return to normal. If Carbon emission is not controlled, just in few decades water vapor will become significant in global warming because, due to high temperature condensation will be less than evaporation and the difference will start widening due to continuous rise in temperature.
    In an alternate scenario calamity may come from beneath us. There is nothing to stop a sudden rise in volcanic eruption. Since there are already significant amount of Carbon in atmosphere, lesser eruption will be required as compare to the last time.
    Whatever may happen, end result will be the same. Our home will become an oven, water will turn into acid, land will become poisonous and life as we know it will cease to exist. There will be survivors, humans, deep sea dwellers, the one that live in burrows underground but majority will fail to stay alive resulting into 6th mass extinction.
    Our technology may help us to survive in small numbers but it will not be sufficient to reverse the situation in quick time. Humans as a species will exist but as a civilization, it will fail.


    Since I brought up the problem, it is my ethical duty to bring the solution as well but I do not have any individual solution. Solar energy, electric car won’t work at an individual level. Unless everyone realize the gravity of the situation, nothing can be achieved. The organism that produced Di Atomic Oxygen froze earth unknowingly but we have complex brain, we can analyse the consequences of our action.
    As individual we can take pledge to spread awareness regarding environment and implement any solution that will come our way in order to save our fragile home.

  • Curious Case of One God Theory

    Christianity believes in Holy Trinity, one God,his son (Jesus) and mother of Jesus. Praying to any body else other than these three is termed sin and it goes further to established that there is absolutely no other Deity other than the Holy Trinity. This theory has always sounded hypocritical to me. If a God can have son or wife then why not a father or a brother or an uncle, if we continue down the line we had similar Deities like (Odin, Thor, Frigg) or (Zeus, Hera, Ares) or (Shiva, Ganesh, Parvati) however Christian religious leader will call these Deities Pagan (Satanic). The other mono-theist religion, Islam is philosophically quite sound as compared to its predecessor Abrahamic faith, however being precise might not be as important as being accommodative to other school of thoughts.
    If we know that something is a fact, we swallow it in the name of ethics even if it taste bitter, however if an idea is not a fact and it is intolerant towards other ideas, we do better to discard it. The idea that Aryans descended from Scandinavian reason towards other part of the Earth and created civilization is not a fact but merely a hypothesis which fueled raciest idea of Hitler resulting into the Holocaust and carnage, as a result we discarded it. It’s high time we discard monotheistic theory of any religion.
    In Hinduism there are millions of Deities, such a huge number that even a scholar priest cannot name all or even 1 percent of them. Sometimes I wonder, how did we end up having so many gods and goddesses, it cannot be one school of thought. One possible explanation might be the accommodative nature incorporated in the dominant school of thought. It kept integrating every other idea of god into itself. That is the beauty of polytheistic religion. There are some philosophical branches of Hinduism that states shapeless, limitless God, something like pantheism (a bit similarity with Islamic idea of God) . Accurate English for Dharma (like Hindu Dharma) is not religion, it is “The way of Life”. Hinduism is not a religion, but a way of life.
    When Hinduism met Islam or Christianity, it was a superior in philosophy but lacked political backing, it was also infested with social illness that gave chance to these two Abrahamic religions to remain untouched (though it did partially influenced the other two) by mighty Hinduism. Imagine a situation if Hinduism had dominated the interception, we might have a idol of Jesus in a chamber in a temple and a space to worship Allah. When we would go to temple, we would start worshiping with Lord Ganesh (as per custom) and continue worshiping Jesus, Holy Spirit, Mary, Vishnu and we won’t come out without offering Nawaj to Allah and there will be some other thing to fight about but not about Gods.

  • The Bright Side

    Daniel handler popularly know by his pen name Lemony Snicket, in his literary work describes two types of person, one an optimist and the other who is not an optimist, if an optimist had his one arm lost to a chain saw he might say, in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well, this isn’t too bad, at least nobody will ever ask me whether I am right-handed or left-handed,” but a non optimist would say something like “Aaaaah! My arm! My arm! ”
    The reaction of an optimist does sound impractical however this is me, I’m an optimist as per the description of Lemony Snicket and it is very logical to be an optimist since no one can alter what has already happened so only step going forward is to make best use of what is left with us. I’m a methodical person, I go where logic takes me.
    I was born and brought up in a village in Bihar, that lacked many cultural facilities. It’s true that that I could not get to learn any musical instrument or learn any sophisticated sport or read world class literature while growing up although because of the same background I turned out disciplined, strong as well as athletic and for the same reason I believe that I had a blessed childhood. As and when the opportunities arrived I made a good use of it. In college I learnt and mastered badminton. In Infosys I learnt to swim and to play tennis. I had read more than 60 books till now since I started reading somewhat close to the age of 15. There is no such thing as missed opportunity.
    Had I been doleful for what I did not have , I would not have appreciated what I got during the journey of my life. Even during my youth I missed a few and got a few. I failed to get a good college right after 10+2 yet I was happy because based on my ranks in exam I got almost free classes in 13th batch. In college I studied mining engineering but due to extreme lack of opportunity I moved to IT, now I feel that moving to IT sector was the best decision of my life. I feel that I meant to be in corporate, had I gone to mining , I would have felt that I was meant for mining. These outlooks are really a plus for me but the biggest advantage of my optimistic attitude is that wherever I go, I’m at home. Feeling of homesickness is something alien to me.
    Being an optimist and appreciating what one has may or may not directly contribute to success however it will definitely make one a biophile and a biophile is the luckiest person alive because for him life is a joy ride.

  • World of Free Riders

    After joining my 1st company few years back, I came face to face to a kind of social creation, I could not castigate despite being a bellicose person and knowing that they are EVIL, because of corporate behavior. Those were the people who wouldn’t stand in a queue – out of habit- rather go to the front and get coupon and by the time I get my food coupon, they are halfway through their meal and there repeated act would bother me. Dodging queue might be a widely spread and acceptable behavior, maybe, but again there are people who just buy a helmet and wait for a ride or ask for a lift from a car driver every single day. When I see these people waiting on the roadside, I look at them in supercilious attitude. In other example, there are people who download pirated movie, share streaming account illegally though they do not bother me; sometimes I’m one of them.
    Being agitated or being supercilious or being neutral were all part of me and not global until I came across an article arguing how suppression of dissent promotes FREE RIDING culture.

    When I googled the term ‘free rider’ I came to know that the people who have been troubling me as well I too when I illegally watch a video are called free rider, a word first coined in the context of Economy and defined as individuals or groups who consume more than their fair share of public resources, or shoulder less than a fair share of the costs of its production.

    Economy says the reason behind someone becoming a free rider is the lack of resources which I believe is not entirely true , after all, rich people manage to get BPL cards and someone who can afford a helmet can also afford auto or bus fair. Hence psychology comes into the picture and states that free riding surfaces due to lack of ethical values and remorse as well as the inability to foresee the consequence of action.
    Economic consequences are significant, If a commodity or service is used in high volume, the profit to the owner is also high who in turns is motivated to augment the service or commodity thereby stopping the degradation however when the same is overused by free riders, the owner is not motivated to increase quality or quantity. The final result is, degradation of commodities or services.

    Coming back to the local problem of free riding; and to make my point I would narrate the gist of a story I read while growing up.

    “Once a kind, magnanimous Lord has a splendid and strong horse. A local robber wanted to steal this particular horse but he was afraid to confront the lord because the Lord was an adroit swordsman, so he devised a cunning plan and got dressed as a beggar and asked for lift from the lord when he was travelling alone on his magnificent horse. Being a kind person he got down and helped the robber get on the horse, the robber sensed the opportunity and started riding. The lord after realizing the scam said “Its alright take away my horse but don’t tell this incident to anyone, people will stop giving ride to the needy,they will stop believing a beggar.” “.
    Similarly when someone as a habit, start jumping the queue or taking free ride , a sick or a weak person fails to get favor in queue or get a ride even though he need it dearly .

    In conclusion, free riding is wrong, unethical, immoral and illegal, everyone including me should walk away from the culture of free riding.

  • The Actor

    How does he feel after a regular reciting of the script and still not getting a part? “You don’t fit into any of the characters”, “Your emotions don’t show off”, “Try to get in the zone” .
    I can hardly tell anything except “Maybe you are not meant for acting, you cannot pretend to be someone else”
    “Oh really, I’ve been pretending to be few someones my whole life and to think I cannot pretend and recite a handful of lines, it’s ridiculous” Replied my agitated friend. I was intrigued by his comment, “What does he mean by that?”. “How can he pretend to be someone, he is indeed someone?” “I’ve known him for years , his name is (lets say) K, He must have been K for his whole life. What is there to pretend”
    Baffled, I asked him, “I don’t understand? Do explain yourself.” “Well, I pretend to be a son, a grandson, a brother, a nephew and what not, even though family doesn’t appeal to me; I pretend to be a student even though I do not care for studies or a degree; I pretend to be friend even though I feel trapped in the company of people. I play role in every aspect of my life, I act so that I will fit in, I pretend so that I will be included and I’ve become excellent at this and this is the reason why I feel frustrated when do not get a part in the plays.” K replied.
    I almost laughed at his answer, “What a hypocrite!” I thought. “Well if you dislike everything then why do you keep doing it? You do have an option to forfeit the game.” I asked.
    “Hear me out, when a story has multiple characters and multiple context, the story becomes complicated and interesting, no one will like a story with a single character, I don’t want my story to be boring so to keep my story interesting, I’ll act till I die.” He replied.