Friday, 29 December 2017

Why do I climb ?

I could see my whole life rolling in front of my eyes. I was at the altitude of 15000 ft from sea level somewhere in Himalayan ranges and it’s not the mightier of mountains that I came across but the snow storm and poor visibility at 4 AM made it mightiest and scariest. It was clear to us from our Sherpa that we must get down soon before it becomes worse. After all the hard times climbing for a week, I had to climb down without making it to the summit and we were standing short of 300 ft from summit. It takes 500 pounds to crush a human skull but the fact is how mere the human emotion is. My Survival instincts were overriding all my human emotions. I always wanted to make it to the summits and I wanted to know why it’s so important for me to make it there. I could never come with a refute for why do I really want to climb? I could not control the unstoppable thoughts riding my cerebrum. I was left with no options and I knew “Mountain never gives you a second chance”. You fall, you will die with it!! I had to start climbing down with disappointments and my heavy backpack.

Started my way back to civilization with regrets of not making it to summit. It was 430AM and I could see my path in front of me and it was like one feet in width on the edges and cliffs of the mountain and the day broke. I was bewildered with view in front of my eyes. How did I made it? That was my first thought. It was the most amazing and godly view in front of me with the mountain barrier gazing at me from all the corners and snowflakes covering everywhere. I could not resist to stop and appreciate the creation. I would have missed that if I made it to summit. Sometimes life gives you lemonade when you expect lemons. All I could think of is, to tell everyone on this planet why I climb. I wanted to show this to everyone who came to me with this question, why do I climb? Yes, I have the answer now. I opened my gloves and my fingers looks frozen and I was fruitful in changing the battery for my gopro camera. I wanted to shoot every minute of that moment and tell the world why do I climb. I was able put my camera on my head strap and it stared recording every bit of it. Here comes the giant leap I was standing one step away from my death, I could see everything in front of me now. Every breeze was telling me to have faith and move forward and I had to choose wisely on my steps from infinite possibilities. I was missing every person that I ever come across. My life was at a point of infinite value it was clear for me what singularity means that day which I never understood from my physics books. I made it to the next safe base camp after 3 hours with my gopro recording every bit of it.

I am sharing a glimpse of it : Not sure of the compressed video quality

It may be a journey of 3 hours but it’s worth much as traveling the whole world and meeting thousands of people. I rate those 3 hours as my best moments out of all the points in my timescale. Somewhere in the middle of that mountain I met myself and I figured out how beautiful this world is, call me crazy but I want to be immortal. I show those videos to every person comes to me with this question but the story behind is still unfathomable.


Monday, 23 February 2015

The Egg by Andy Weir

                                               The Egg
                                                                                          By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

Thanks to Andy for giving us a masterpiece of  writing,I hope you carry this with your life

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

Burn After Reading !!!

Enough of Over thinking …
                                                                   -Manjunath J hassan

Fasten your seat belts; I wanna take you to the place where you can meet another version of yourself.
Small questions, how many types the things around you can be classified? Is there a way to travel time in sideways? By the time you find the answer for the above questions, you can be in a place which is out of our galaxy, may be the universe, it’s not a joke you will find a way at the end of this….

There are only 2 types the things can be classified, one which obeys the classical theory of science like apple falling from the tree and device from you are reading now… Let me introduce you to the second kind which follows the craziest theories like quantum mechanics. They are least form of matter like atoms, subatomic particles… we can imagine the entire universe with two kinds of things as classified above. The second kind of things is rather an element inside a first kind of elements. The history of science states that the property of a particle should be same as the property of system made up of same particles. If we have the same notion on the elements of universe means its weird to think that both first and second kind of elements are bounded on same principles same theories… it’s like you holding a number of universe in an apple and our entire universe is in the hands of someone else.! And where’s that someone else is standing on?!! Don’t blame me for this freak, it’s not my thing, it’s the thing that me and you accepted from the distant past. If we make the sense of present day’s science this might be the ultimate result that we come up with we need some fictional science to describe the universe something that should sound like imaginary science or definitely, may be Kind of science

Let me give you more on this, you have tennis ball projectile and a wall with two slits as below.

Turn on the projector. The ball just starts ejecting in all direction and bounce back from the wall except the slits space. As expected at one instant one ball passes through slit. As I told ball belongs to first kind of element. Miniaturize the whole thing, Replace projectile by electron gun (a second kind of element). Now we must except the same but freakiest part starts here you end up having the electron as a photon at the two slits at same instant one electron existing in two places in same instant. It’s the natural property of electron or any other subatomic particles even an atom and we consider this element belongs to second kind. If an atom can exist at two places in same time means why can’t we? As we made up of the same thing..!! Isn't funny you watching two movies at the same time. While technically incorrect and looked by the sci-fi fans, it breaks into the brain.

 Multiple version or alternate future or history its not just a fiction by now .its globally accepted with time being the fourth dimension ,the alternate reality seems difficult to analyze ,we need probability to define if we have alternate reality for alternate history or future .  You may close this article or continue reading that depends on you, rather a probability. Imagination is the ultimate limitation, why can’t we use probability as a fifth dimension. Perhaps the most common use of this concept in imaginary science in the hyperspace often refers to a faster than a light short cut for interstellar travel. The travel time between two points in the hyperspace universe is much shorter than the time to travel two  points in our universe. It’s like you having a two points in the paper and the shortest distance is the straight line, now crumple the paper you will get a new short distance path. You can crumple such that the distance between two points is zero but in this compact spatial dimension what about co-ordinate axis that we have made as common spatial entity in the hyperspace, physicist often referred that as wormhole. Multiple connected space, like shortest distance between poles of earth can be made shorter by drilling a hole from one pole to another, but no one has found that till, if it is possible to create a wormhole. It may take energy way beyond our imagination. Then we can stand in two places at same time. The parallel world really exists then, you can shake hands with your multiple versions..!! Your time seems very slow like a second as a year. There will be no need for the time between the worlds to match up. What would every event they could happen more ways the universe in branch off in many ways that means we divided into multiple version, you need to cross the light barrier but it seems impossible. How about collapsing the space in front of you and simultaneously expanding the space behind you. It’s a way we can travel between two extremities without actually moving an inch..!! That’s more than a fantasy. One motif is that the time flow in a parallel universe may be very different, so that after meeting with your multiple versions, you might find time passed very different from where you left behind. After meeting you may fall 2-3 centuries behind or forward!

 Really I messed this up with you, the division between sci-fi and fantasy becomes fuzzier than usual, and technology comes after the imagination. Fiction may seem funnier once flying was a fiction to us, now it’s a common reality. Hang on. Is shadow belongs to first kind or second kind of element? Your perception what matters at the end. What are your multiple versions may be doing now? What about the time in your alternate reality? What will be your alternate future or past? I know you will never get an answer to anything, just erase everything from your mind, just go back to the title ones you may find the answer…

Inspired from
Wachowski brothers (makers of matrix series)

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Randomshit: StarLight

Randomshit: StarLight:                                                          Starlight                                                                -Manju...


                                             -Manjunath J Hassan  

      People say when someone dies they become stars, we see them as glittering stars, Although it doesn't make any sense with this bewildered  world, it was my childhood that introduced me to  the concept of death , The question of ,where are the dead ones goes? They are up there watching us, biased with the notion of science and belief I had to stand behind the belief that we had from generations up there as a stars. It was the indistinguishable death revisited me in my adolescence, Death of beloved one fostered the crisis of my existence, the belief of stars comes into interrogation, up there in the sky I can’t see the dead one now and the impression of science overriding my beliefs ,started my journey  in search of explanations.

 It takes eight minutes for sun rays to reach us, our sun is always eight minutes older than what we see. Take stars, they might be million years older than what we see, behind the logic of science we need to accept the the fact that we are not living in today’s starlight. We might fail to describe existence without light, light the source of our thoughts, our existence. I see this world as a reflections of light, reflections of people, reflections of birth, reflections of notion, belief, concept, death and the dispute starts here where will be this reflections find its end or it will just simply travels in universe like a light with faces of nomadic and infinite, aloft in the sky all of our reflections drifting to find its way to reach the end ,may be our reflections not meant to die , may be it is defined by the creation to be immortal, what about the reflections of our ascendants  they might be still alive in universe travelling infinitely ,may be the images of our good deeds or someone’s smile falls on a star and makes it more brighter and we see the stars glittering when we see them. This idea made me to find my path and dream started with this, I always loved the ideologies of science but starlight made me to think beyond the rules.

The rule is to write a poem, it’s the words from Frances O’Roark Dowell, well known German author of fiction bridge my thinking,

"You know why trees smell the way they do? Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old."
Take the other way round imagine you as a source of light emitting the reflections of starlight like a mirror and the whole universe holds the reflections of our existence, reflections of your smile, reflections of the days it made your life, reflections of your journey, reflections of your dreams, reflections of your bad days.whenever we see the sky we see our own reflections travelling infinitely, may be its trying to tell us something, it’s trying to tell us that 
“Sky is the place where we write our poems and our words are the stars we write with our reflections”
Trying to tell us to be in our self-awareness, cherish those beautiful lines of our  poems and whenever you find those lines not going with poem, it’s time for us to learn from the mistakes we did and rewrite those lines.

I started this abruptly and prefer to end this abruptly because this is your poem, make sure you write  beautiful lines for your poem.