Skepticism is good. In order to know the answer , you need to question. Our sages in the Vedic period were great skeptic and so they spend their lifetime in search of knowledge, light or truth and achieved a lot. That is how we got our country’s name Bharat ( India) in hindi meaning- the […]Blending Science with Philosophy- Part 1
Desire, hope , expectations and aspirations are the driving forces of human civilization.
If someone asks ,”who are you ?” What will be your answer?
After contemplating it for few seconds you will get to know that your desire or aspiration is your description. Your success or failure in pursuit of your desire becomes your description or rather your identity.
Many people die continuously from within but they aren’t able to kill their desires. Their desires drive them like a prey lured towards a trap.
But in the womb of the same desires there is also a light of knowledge or enlightenment, how?
When our desires stay incomplete or fall apart we open ourselves completely for the light to enter our hearts. When we have nothing to lose but to gain from the mistakes and look at the bigger picture. It is difficult to be a loser but the loser is the one who becomes an excellent teacher.
He knows the bigger picture, he knows that life doesn’t end where your desire ends, he knows there is more to gain after every failure !
And he definitely knows what his true identity is !
Encapsulated the bushes
The world became red
From the blazing fire
The bushes choked
With the suffocating smoke
And animals screamed
Man, It’s all your greed
Grief of nature
Will never be silenced
So here we are
Facing the revenge
Wrath of the dead
Anger of the bushes
It’s weapon is Corona
And the man
Is running for cover
Mother nature had enough to retaliate. Recently we witnessed bushfires in Australia that killed so many animals and creatures that horrified so many of us.
It’s all because of us, Global warming is our deed that is resulting in such disasters. But mother nature is not weak, it has It’s own mechanism to teach us a lesson. We are now facing Corona Virus pandemic, wrath of nature.
I hope we all recover from this and also learn from our mistakes. This should open our eyes and change our attitude towards mother nature.
Our fight is on, stay safe people!
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The rain eased but the pain increased. My bloodied body seeked nothing but his last destination . As I swam, the cold water pushed me ahead towards a destination unknown. Then it felt like heaven, the sands in my hand. It felt like I reached the place I seeked. I reached an unknown island and pushed myself on the sand with my face down. I tried to lift my face and saw a tin shade a few yards away.
I slowly slithered on the sand and reached the tin shade. There was no one there. I thought about them and wondered if they would come back for me. I had nothing left but the last few seconds to think about my father, the most valuable memories of my life. I was loosing my senses.
I looked into the heavens, it cracked open. I saw an extremely illuminating light coming down from the sky and it landed on water. I was about to sleep. I was falling into a trance. I saw few people coming out of water towards me and they were wearing an enclosed helmet on their head. And then it clicked again, the memories came back. As those people came to rescue me and fixed me I got lost in my memories.
As I entered the room I saw a man crying tremendously for something. He was down on his knees with his hands soaked in blood . I came closer to see something which rocked me to my core. Lying in the pool of blood I saw their ghostly faces, the wife and the little son.
I thought, “What evil he has done, killed his own family?”
But his dejected face wanted to say something else. “Father why are you crying”, someone interrupted.
I looked up to see a young man with a knife, soaked in blood. He was the elder son of the man. The father, full of rage, grabbed his elder son’s face with his hands and screamed-
“I trusted you, what you have done! I loved you so much but you killed my heart and soul”.
The son replied, “I just wanted your love. You loved them so much and hardly cared about me which made me jealous. And so I eliminated them. “
The son looked delusional . The father became furious but when he looked at his son and started crying
“ You sick, naive idiot! They were my life and now you have killed me rather than them. I am gonna kill you. “
He was totally engulfed with rage. Then he snatched the knife from his son and stabbed him many times. I was shocked to see that. Why the hell he did that? He had nothing to live for. The wrath of a vulnerable man finished everything beautiful in his life.
I came closer to the lifeless body of the elder son and observed something odd. There was no blood. Then I remembered, the son was Ali and of course we don’t have blood. We are machines, an AI powered humanoid robots.
My father always thought that his machine was perfect and it would not become corrupt with time like humans but he was wrong. The code was perfect but the time makes everything imperfect. It ages us, it grieves us, it corrupts us and finally kills us. And so Ali became corrupted with time. The loss of my creator’s family was beyond his capacity. He was broke, dejected and wanted to kill himself but he found a purpose. A second chance to achieve perfection in his invention. So he decided to create his third son. He longed for a family.
And so to achieve perfection, he built me, guided me, gave me his memories and his reflection. He also gave me his dreams. But to beat time from making me corrupt, he killed my clock. Every time I sleep, I loose memory of my past and start my day fresh. But my creator injected a code to keep the most valuable memories intact which I only remember for few minutes before I am about to sleep. It was a glitch, an imperfection to create perfection.
But the imperfections of humankind took a toll on planet earth. Man’s greed became his downfall. He induced global warming, burnt forests and did everything to destroy his home. So they were finally forced to find another home and they tried to built it on Mars. They started terraforming Mars and used every possible technology to make it quick but once again time beaten them. Just when the Mars started to become green with a patch of blue , the earth became red and the conditions were not enough for humans to live on Mars. So my father came to their rescue.
He knew that his generation may not survive but his invention may start the circle of life. He gave his technology to humanity. Many humanoid robots, powered by Artificial intelligence were created and sent to Mars. Their sole purpose was terraforming Mars and making it liveable for humans. My father fixed Ali and sent both of us to Mars. All of us were coded to stuck in a loop of time. We don’t remember our past after every sleep. We only had our most precious memories which we remember for few minutes before we slept.
But the code was deceived again and the machines started becoming corrupt following their loop for few times. But I was the exception. I was the only one who stayed uncorrupted in spite of living for 250 years on Mars. That glitch which helped me to remember my father and see his reflections, also helped me to achieve what he seeked. It game me conscience and every life I came across whether humans or machines developed compassion and empathy for every creation. But Ali was exception, his sins were terrible which needed even time’s assistance to become pure.
We don’t know what had happened to planet earth and the only humans I saw live in the orbit of the Mars. They occasionally come and help us in our endeavour to make Mars sustain life. They never spoke about earth. Maybe they told us but we are coded to keep only the most precious memories. For now, we are at the brink of creating life on Mars. We turned it from red to green and now from green to blue. Yes we made the oceans, a primordial soup to start life. We are the end and the beginning of the circle of life.
“Hey, wake up Akash! We fixed you and want to check you ”. I opened my eyes and saw humans looking at me, inside a closed room.
One of them asked, “Do you have your memories intact? “.
I replied, “Yes I have my precious memories. I hope you took care of my brother, Ali”.
They smiled and one of them replied, “You dubious machine! Do you still see your father’s reflection and hear his voice around you? “.
I was quite annoyed, “Yes I see and hear him but I want to know that my brother, Ali is safe. “.
Once again they smiled and the other one replied, “You think you are perfect. But perfection is nothing but a journey. You are pessimistic about time but the same time is trying to heal your wounds. You are not perfect just like Ali because my friend-“
He paused , “You are Ali. It is an evil part of you and your good code is trying to correct that glitch every time you wake up. So for now, time to sleep again. And yes thank you again for your work for Humankind”.
Then I heard an epiphany song and slept peacefully.
©2020 Piyush Singh
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I looked at my worried father incredulously. The familiar face with more wrinkles and white hair. He was grasping for breath and struggled to speak.
“Damn! That dream again. Forget it, make it quick.”
He sighed, “It has been raining profusely for the last 4 days. The entire area has been flooded. Ground floor is almost submerged in water.”
I was taken aback as he continued, “Dress up, there is a rescue boat outside. I am waiting for you there. “
I became paranoid, “It has been raining for 4 days?” My head was exploding, I woke up to another chaos. I quickly dressed up and searched for stairs only to find it completely submerged in water. I ran back to my room on the first floor and walked out of balcony.
It was dark and the rain was falling viciously from the hallowed, black clouds.
“Oh boy! It’s not looking to clear up for at least 4 more days.”
Then I observed the chaos in front of me. The rain had become a belligerent river and was flowing through the street. People were shouting, crying and asking for help.
“Is it our judgement day? Do humanity have to pay what it did to nature? Today is a perfect day for that repayment, that revenge! ”
A sudden lightning crashed through the apartment which broke my thoughts. “ C’mon son, it’s getting terrible “, my father interjected me.He was sitting in a rescue boat with 3 people. They were holding the railing of my balcony meticulously to make the boat stable in the vicious flow. I quickly boarded the boat which started flowing towards the south of the city.
I was wondering where we were going? It seemed like the whole world was under water. My father looked at me with a smile and said, “Stay calm, you are in a circle of life. Confront this bravely. “
I nodded but I knew it could be the end. It became a little brighter like early morning. I noticed a girl in our boat who was staring at me. “I am sorry, do I know you? “, I asked her.
She hesitated, “I have seen you somewhere. ”She was right, she looked familiar. But then we could be from the same locality. So why don’t I know her exactly?
My head started exploding again, an excruciating pain at the back of my head. I wanted to shout but I have to be brave and I felt the hand of my father at the back my head. We were shivering and clung to each other like our existence was dependent on each other.
We then reached an open area with no architecture around which gave an eerie feeling that we were in the middle of an ocean. We had nothing to see but the world around us totally under water. I wondered how much time it would take when one of us give up and loose his mind with no food, drinking water and shelter around.
Our eyes searched nothing but a tiny piece of land where our world could prosper again. And then it happened, one of us gave up. A man in front me started sobbing and screaming , “No one is coming to help us. We all gonna die slowly. No one is alive in this world to save us. “
He was inconsolable and three of us watched him in despair. We couldn’t agree more with him. We all became hopeless. He continued shouting ,”I can’t die slowly, please kill me right now. I want to end this misery quickly. “
He looked at me, grabbed my hand and started hitting himself with my hand. I pushed him aside and watched directly into his eyes. Those eyes looked familiar but I ignored and shouted at him, “If you want to die then why make me a murderer. Jump into the water. But I know you won’t because you are afraid. “
He looked down. I wanted to say more but we saw something in the dark. Another boat started tumbling towards us and for a moment we thought we had someone to share our grief. But instantly our hope faded, the people on the boat looked extremely worried. As their boat came nearer , we saw that their boat was wreaked and it was dangerously filled with water. As it got closer, we saw their ominous faces, ready to pounce on us in order to steal our only refuge.
At that instant, the helplessness of the man turned into evil. The man who few minutes ago wanted to take his own life became a predator. He took out a sharp knife from his pocket and jumped on our attackers. And then at that moment something changed, something clicked in my head and all that pain faded away with my despair turning into compassion. It seemed like I found my purpose. I shouted, “ Don’t Ali! Don’t kill them.” I jumped to save our attackers but by the time I reached their boat, Ali slit the throats of 2 of them and 2 were remaining.
After few seconds their boat was completely drowned. I somehow stopped Ali from killing the other two but he was not going to give up. We pushed each other, tumbled on each other inside the water. Ali shouted, “I found my purpose, you found it too but this time you have to die. “
Yes he was right, he tried to kill me before.
“Not so soon! I am their hope and their hope is my strength. I am not going to kill you, just leave them “, I replied.
I noticed our boat was getting away and so I signalled the other 2 in the water to board our boat. I told them, “Please board the boat in place of us and don’t fight because someone has sacrificed. “ They nodded and boarded the boat.
I saw the four of them sailing away. I wondered, “Four of them? Where is my father? Is he with me in the water?” I turned around and saw nothing. As soon as I turned back I saw Ali jumping full length in the air and pierced his knife deep inside my heart. I screamed, my pain became my feeling and my feeling became my pain. I still searched for my father but then I had to continue with my purpose and that time to survive.
I accumulated all my strength and somehow took out the knife from my heart. The pain brought back few memories. I tried to find Ali but he was gone. But how I came to know about him. I was trying to remember but the headache returned. I had to survive. I started swimming blindly and searched the familiar sand.
To be continued….
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©2020 Piyush Singh
Skepticism is good. In order to know the answer , you need to question. Our sages in the Vedic period were great skeptic and so they spend their lifetime in search of knowledge, light or truth and achieved a lot. That is how we got our country’s name Bharat ( India) in hindi meaning- the place where the people are always in the pursuit of light in every phase of time. The modern world try to understand the phenomenon around us with the help of materialistic science, maybe they don’t understand spirituality and how it works. I strongly believe that there is a connection, a duality. We just need to change our perception and conception to look much deeper, within to find our answers. I know for some this is quite a silly way of thinking but these connections cannot be ignored.
Karma and the law of motion–
Karma is your action, your deeds which effects your future. Your good Karma leads towards future happiness and your bad Karma leads towards future sufferings. What goes around , comes around in the wheel of life in the universe. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, that’s what it says in the modern world.
Meditation and the law of gravitation–
In the Vedic period the sages did extraordinary things like lifting things above the ground just by focusing, but its a myth, how they did that. Meditation is a common practice to enhance your focusing power and even the West has embraced this in the form of Yoga. Your thoughts have mass( maybe negligible), so law of gravity can be applied on this and so it has the power to attract to bring changes in our lives. We enhance that power through meditation. When large number of people in a Church, temple or mosque concentrate on idols or some other thing, they hormonize the mass of their thoughts to create a much greater mass or force to effect our surroundings. Sometimes those blessings work. The noetic science is working on the same concept.
Every body in the universe attracts each other with a force which is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between them, that’s what we call in modern terms.
To be continued….
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Life’s agonies can be so profound
That might burn you in Inferno’s hall.
Lift yourself above the ground,
Every time from a deep fall.
You are a mythical Phoenix ,in disguise
Resurrect yourself from the ashes
Transform yourself from the clouds, so dense!
Reigniting your fire, giving off flashes.
Your past can haunt you in testing times,
Wear equanimity and hold your intrpid strings.
Raise your head to see the light, so sublime,
And take a flight by burning your wings.
The flight to the future from Karmic present,
The flight of persevere life, so meant.
P.S.-Tried to create this sonnet with a rhyming pattern of ababcdcdefefgg.
In response to writing201:Poetry.
© 2015 Piyush Singh
As its crown.
Its sorrowful grounds.
Ganges cleansing ,
Disciples of this earth
Where all religions ,
Have its worth.
Light of Vedic Wisdom
laid foundation of this kingdom.
Where Krishna’s Karma
Became mankind’s Dharma
Land of Gandhi’s Ahimsa
Land of Buddha’s light,
Illuminated the world, so bright.
Where Ganges cleanse,
Sins of the soul
Where Monsoons Quench,
The thirst of the land.
Land of Shahjahan’s Taj
Land of Mughal Akabar’s,
Kingdom of Mighty call.
Where peacocks roll,
In the valley of hope.
Where lotus bloom,
In the pond of struggles.
It is a land of Holy Geeta,
Land of Holy Bible and Quran.
© 2015 Piyush Singh
Wrote this poem quite some time ago. I think there is a need to share this again. This is a story written in the form of a poem which tells us the true meaning of life .
In response to writing201:poetry- Hero
There lived a restless soul in the mist of time,
Who was in the quest of truth of life .
He started his journey in the world of darkness,
in the world of sufferings and in the world of ignorance.
He searched for glory and searched for signs,
But he struggled to find the eternal sunshine.
All hopes were fainting, all joy was lost
And he waited for the miracle from the sky above.
Then a light came from a sage, he met.
The truth is felicity in the doing for others,
The victory is Karma and not in its result,
The felony is idleness and not endeavors,
The truth is perseverance, the sage said.
He took the light and decided to spread,
And he washed the miseries and pain of others.
He rose and fell but never got success,
But his joy was Karma and not its result.
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