Showing posts with label veritas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label veritas. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2011

Transformers : More than meets the eye and the brain!


It was a belief not many decades back that earth is the only planet with life on it. This fact has taken a turn for the better, with now the possibility of extraterrestrial life being explored at a much larger scale. Those familiar with Drakes equation would know that ‘Drake used the equation to estimate that there are approximately 10,000 planets in the Milky Way galaxy containing intelligent life with the possible capability of communicating with Earth’(Wiki). This further expanded into the universe creates a possibility of entities more intelligent that humans existing across the universe. I just wanted this background to be brought up for the main discussion : Inorganic and highly intelligent extraterrestrial life aka The Transformers!

The existence of Transformers (As well as other science fictional being) has been questions many times. This is most likely due to the God like status associated with such beings. It is difficult to believe that the Green Lantern ring is the most powerful weapon in the universe as it is difficult to accept that inorganic life-form from another planet takes the form of a truck and moves around earth. I believe that we’re forgetting basic science here. We live in a world of governed by Matter and Energy. Energy can be converted from one form to another. Energy can also be converted into matter and vice-versa. So why can matter not be transformed into other forms of matter? This is the basis of my argument that the possibility of Transformers existence is present and not absent.

We live in a world governed by transformations. We ourselves have transformed from apes to better-than-apes over a period of time. The possibility thus exists of beings who have mastered evolution thus rendering the time period between their transformations negligible. These beings have evolved way beyond our wildest imagination. It is often said that one century’s magic is the next century’s science. What happens when we transcend centuries? What happens in a hundred centuries? Not even time can tell us this answer.

We chose carbon for the composition of our body from the elements available on earth. Even after assuming that the elements in the periodic table as definitive, there would be beings made out of a completely different element, or even a combination of elements. We transform our body with methods which include simple workouts to genetic/artificial manipulations. In a similar manner, these beings would transform their bodies; and when you make time a variable element and accept the fact that the race is highly advanced compared to us humans, you have ‘The Transformers’.

Why he transforms into a vehicle is because they adapted to the environment of earth, to us humans. They always transform back to a more suitable form when fighting; they adapt quickly to the environment, to the form that suits the situation (Although at times this transformation has been known to have its limitations). Why do they transform into a civilian vehicles when the enemies transform into military vehicles? Cause Autobots represent peace and use their form as a symbol while Decepticons represent destruction and use military vehicles to represent that symbolism. Symbols are after all, a powerful communicator of ideas and views.

This takes me to the final thought in this article. A choice exists when we are told to believe something that doesn’t exist. But I see no harm in believing. May it be magic, ghosts, supernatural or aliens. And when that day comes, I hope I will have the audacity to accept them into our lives or the courage to fight them to prevent the extinction of human race!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

His Goal!!!!

As I watched from the sidelines, he ran down the right side towards the goal. As the defense approached him, he gently dropped off the ball in the center to his teammate standing there. A shot! It went above the goal post. A sigh echoed from all around me. It was a brilliant pass and the striker messed it up. He sighed himself, then smiled and started limping back towards the midfield. In the first half of the game, he was tackled badly and he injured his left knee and shin. Remembering my own injuries, I could imagine the pain that he was bearing while running across the field. At times when the ball would be passed to him, he would gingerly limp towards it, trying to hide his pain and at the same time desperately trying to get the ball before the opponent gets it. His captain, their central defender shouted at him to get off the field but he wouldn’t. His team needed him. He needed this game and he wanted to play. He wanted to win, he wanted to enjoy the game and most of all, he wanted to give it all; to not give up. As another ball glided towards him, he said to himself, “You have the entire weekend to rest!! Start running!”.

As the ball glided towards him, his mind commanded his body to move forward to take it. As he lifted his right leg to run, excruciating pain coursed through his body. It was as if he was struck by lightning. His legs refused to move but his eyes were still on the ball as it was inching towards him. His eyes then shifted towards his captain’s face. He understood the message his captain relayed to him through that one gaze, “ I want you to rest! I don’t want to see you in pain anymore! I want you to pass the ball to the forward!!!”. It was a Thursday. He remembered the bourbons he ate in the morning and smiled. He could take a leave tomorrow and rest over the weekend. The pain was already unbearable, no harm in bearing it for 5 more minutes. As the ball came to his feet, he hesitated for a moment. The defender was charging towards him. As the defender reached him, he feinted a right. A surge of pain ran through his leg but he immediately moved left with the ball leaving the defender behind. He could see the two strikers were moving towards the goal. With as much force he could muster, he kicked the ball to the left forward. As his vision dimmed he saw the left forward take a powerful kick, the ball moving directly towards the keeper, who had predicted the shot. As the keeper caught the ball, another loud sigh echoed through the ground. Once again he smiled and started limping back to the midfield.


I saw the end whistle blow. It was a win for his team. Our slow limping friend had passed yet another ball and this time it found its rightful home, the opponents goal. As he limped passed me, I said, “Good Game!!!”. He looked up to me, smiled and replied, “Yea, thoroughly enjoyed it. Come to watch us in the finals!!”.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Penny for your thoughts!!!!

I had decided to take a bus to work last Friday. As I entered through the central door, I glanced at the back and saw her sitting at the second last, corner window seat. She was cute girl with a small stature, shoulder length hair and dimpled cheeks. She seemed fairly cut off from the rest of the bus and deep in her own world. The bus seemed fairly crowded that morning, so I made my way to the back seat and sat right behind her. She looked up at me as I passed and smiled. I saw a sparkle in her eyes and happiness all across her face; though I didn’t understand why. As I settled into my seat, I noticed that she was writing something down in a diary. Now, it has been a while since I have seen anyone write into a diary so it got be quite curious as to what she was writing. People don’t write diaries anymore, while many consider it a complete waste of time. Most people tend to write in the night, so I wondered what this girl would be writing so early in the morning.



As l looked out of the window, I noticed that I could see the reflection of her diary in the window. As I tried to read it, I regretted not having learned to read mirrored words!!! I never imagined I would need this particular obscure skill this particular morning. With some effort, I put together the words and then pegged a sentence out of it. It read, “It rained yesterday evening and it was beautiful”. As I glanced through the page, I read more happy moments; and she kept writing about things which made her smile throughout the day. At this moment, I stopped trying to read the reflected diary page. Although happiness increases when shared, she seemed perfectly content in writing them down and smiling to herself and I didn’t want to impose upon her. I now understood that glint and passion I saw in her eyes earlier. It reflected all those moments which she was remembering. Those moments made her smile yesterday and now as she wrote them down, it brought that smile back on her face. The buy one get one free offer seems very tempting.


As people passed by the bus, hurrying to their daily routines, I glanced up into the slightly cloudy sky and smiled to myself. I now know this one girl who remembers her happy moments every morning so that she remembered how beautiful and wonderful yesterday was. She is able to start her day smiling so I can surely bet that it goes much better than those who start their day sulking. She would reach her work beaming and grinning, thinking about yesterday and eager for a better today. That smile would of course be contagious and would make everyone around her smile as well.


As my stop came closer, I got up and moved towards the door. I glanced back to see that she was still writing. Occasionally she would look out of the window, always with a broad smile across her face and then immerse herself into her diary again. As the bus stopped, I grinned as got down and walked towards my office building. My thoughts were now filled up with yesterday’s football game, the jokes and bourbon chocolate biscuits in the pantry, the funny patents I read, the wind blowing on my face.....

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Comfort is a vice of life.

 I had a troubling experience today. I am usually one of the craziest motorbike riders in this part of town. I have fallen, injured myself badly and also had a near death experience, all on the same motorbike. But after spending three years in the United States, I felt today that I nearly lost that edge over life which I had earlier.

 Life in the US can be best described as the safest life on this planet. People cross the road without care knowing that the considerate driver of an automobile will stop for them. No one (Except for the ones on Wildest Police Videos) breaks lanes, speed limits or any traffic rules. That is transportation to its utmost perfection. India, on the other hand is complete opposite. Anybody crosses anywhere they want too. People will never stop for you to cross the road and will try to get across as fast as possible. No one is considerate towards anyone else on the road. It's considered as utter chaos, specially in Bombay. And after spending 3 years in that relaxed environment in the US, I have become cautions when I cross the road. I don't speed as much now-a-days. Neither do I cut across lanes and other slow moving vehicles. I, have become what I feared the most. I have become afraid of getting hurt; which is not a bad thing but not a good thing either (At least for me).

   Life on the road is a struggle which you must endure everyday. We are supposed to be continuously evolving. But evolution is a condition that occurs due to a struggle or a need. If we have no need, we will not evolve. Because they needed to swim, fish developed fins and lungs. Because they wanted to fly, the birds developed wings. Evolution is a process that occurs when you are in a desperate need and in difficult times. But as technology advances, mankind is making his life as easy as it can get. We now even get peanut-butter and jelly in the same jar. Is is that difficult to open another jar of jam? Is it so necessary that you need an elevator to climb up a few floors when our ancestors walked across mountains and deserts for plain food and water. We have advanced; but our bodies are going in the opposite direction. Life on the road is a struggle which you must endure everyday.

 My advise, make your life a little bit tougher. Do the crossword and puzzles in the paper to keep your mind active. Take the stairs and do a bit of a run just for fun. Try remembering phone numbers instead of saving them in your cellphone. Use a notebook instead of MS Word. Every little thing counts and make every other little thing count. Only when you struggle, will you improve. Only when you fall down, will you get up stronger. Only when you get hurt