And while he walks the Stairway to….
I remember the time we spent,
The memories we created;
The joys we shared,
The sorrows we kept hidden;
The drinks we shared,
The stories we didn’t tell;
The laughters we created,
The thoughts we didn’t express;
The togetherness we knew,
And now we won’t feel it anymore;
But I shall miss you, everytime I am alone with my breathe!
Goodbye old friend,
I wish I understood you!
Over the past couple of months, mankind has taken giant leaps in the field of “artificial” intelligence. Post which many doomsday and gloomy predictions have started doing rounds.
What I feel is, this depends on the perspective of one’s vision.
Knowing what humans are capable of doing, being able to use only 4-5% of their brain’s capabilities, imagine the outcome of being able to access more.
The depths of science we can reach, new technologies to unlock, probably a higher thinking and maturing of our own brain into a sentient being. To be One with nature.
This could be possible, depending upon how we unlock our brain, to the data processing speed we are going to achieve with AI .
On the other hand, our species has been at this juncture long back. Almost over 60 million years slowly as we developed our intellect, and got to access more of our brain capabilities, we started identifying “self” from the rest of the animal kingdom. Creating layers upon layers, over a normal animal life.
Look at where it has got us- The parasites of Mother Earth.
With increased intellect, our animal instincts (of hunger, of survival, of greed, of jealousy, of carnal desires, fear of death etc.) haven’t vanished; infact our tools have gotten deadlier.
If the AI is plugged-in, to process each human thought, it would probably have to be saved from itself. A system wall, to create a blockade for such highly toxic thoughts, must be introduced to not corrupt something that can be so powerful.
The AI species needs Humans, only for creation of a power source. Once it develops a method to get an unending power supply, it probably might spell doom for human species.
This “Artificial” Intelligence is, a major software upgrade for Humans, and we need to revere it.
Humanity once again has come to the crossroads of destiny, the path we choose to take,
will decide whether AI becomes,
a part of human evolution or that of human extinction.
I hope for space exploration rather than space wars, and an answer to the question-
“Why does it all exist?”
Hit in the midst of a writer’s block!
He scratched the lines from many a book,
Believed that it will come,
An inspiration
A motivation
A story
A poem
A line
A word!
Something to just jot down again on these pages, blank…
A day went,
A week.
A few months went by,
He still didn’t much of it think.
A year went by
And he still didn’t lose belief…
He breathed down and stuck to the basics,
Avoided blank pages.
Kept his eyes and ears open to spark his brain again;
Kept his mind fresh and kept reading pieces.
Kept meeting interesting people and listened to their stories;
Travelled to various places,
But alas! nothing helped.
Nothing could jog his mind to fill in the blank pages.
A year, turned into years’, and as pages remained blank,
He started doubting, in self that could he ever write again.
Scrolling endlessly over years, down the lines of social media posts,
Seeing what all people around were achieving, while he creatively rots…
He decided to be consumed by the new AI might,
to help him write,
But not without a fight, he thought,
Decided to give it one last try!
Opened his usual app and stared at the page blank,
And it struck him,
He started typing,
And just like in the past
the words started pouring…
Within 10 minutes, he wrote down everything.
When it was done,
he realized,
this post though done in a couple of minutes,
was three years in the making!
It was for naught, his struggle,
he smiled,
even a blank page,
could be inspirational!
Where should i begin this post from, the moment I saw her, or the moment from when i was chosen to come to Somaiya..it feels like it was destined.
We became good friends, hitting off right away with our shared love for food, sports and stories. We gained pounds hogging food, creating stories. And first time in years i smiled. You know a person is perfect, when you bring out the best in each other. If there was anything i thought off, she found out a way to make it better. She took care of every aspect of my life, and gave me a free mind to do the thing i love the most, being a Pediatrician.
The crazy part was not that, we didn’t realise when we fell in love, or how amazing it was to see our families become friends and later one family. The crazy part was when she gifted me a Typewriter, a Hermes 3000 (1966 make), on our engagement day. A gift i had only dreamt about owning when i was a little kid who watched in awe his eldest mama work with authority on a Typewriter, running the family business. It’s these wildly spontaneous things that she does, which make me fall more in love with her everyday.
Not in my wildest dreams did i ever believe the kind of person, God had chosen, to be the part of my life till eternity. You would think eternity is a cliche, but i believe in the fact that the repurcussions of your decisions and actions last forever, even after you die, just like the words written on a Typewriter.
When i look at her in those beautiful eyes, it is nothing short of wonder, to gaze in them and whisper “How perfect could you be!” , and a prayer of thanx (to God), escapes my lips!
Not even two Pennys worth of thought did he give,
before breaking hearts and trashing love,
“Sinner!” they called him, “Be afraid of God!
When Karma strikes, you will be left,like a speck of dust in this desert of sorrow..”
But he felt like God,
Turning a blind eye to the wise words…
Continued tearing into lambs,
drinking blood,
enjoying the red feast he lined up.
A wolf he had become.
Then one day, she did turn up,
In the form of a lamb.
He pounced on her and tried to feed on her,
trying to bleed her like those, whom he had before..
But something did not feel right.
The blood tasted different,
like a poison it slowly wrapped around his heart…
He could feel the warmth engulfing his wind pipe,
choking his very existence..
A feeling, that mysteriously got him addicted to her…
Though she bled,
It was she who was devouring his soul!
It struck him,
but he didn’t care.
Karma was here.
The wolf became a lamb.
Cut out his heart and presented it to her,
with bleeding trembling hands,
he was finally afraid!
God smiled.
Karma opened her fangs,and
Just as softly as she could,
bit into his heart,
tore away his soul,
Vanished into thin air, leaving him for dead.
But he didn’t die,
For something in him was
beating,
burning,
A desire.
Slowly but surely the wolf came back from the dead.
More ferocious more crazy.
A determined man he was,
For he sinned,
To taste Karma again..
How difficult it seemed leading life behind veils,
running through chaotic days,
trying to be a part of something unique..
Freedom they shouted from underneath the smoke filled sky of a remote village,
Pelting stones at the government forces,
The fire within couldn’t be extinguished by a bullet, a bomb nor poisonous gasses..
Freedom they shouted as they raged into the polluted night under city lights, spirits were high and so were they,
breaking laws each day
The fire within was the party they dreamt about each morning to have made it successful today
Freedom they shouted from within the gates of their contaminated institutions, their youthful voice rioting against each other from behind banners with political stench all over
The fire within was that of ambition, morality, misplaced loyalty
For them peace a forgotten term, a state of agitation the only way to lead life in circles as if it were an one-act play aimed for famed immortality..
But along came the Reaper and swished its scythe, extinguishing the flames
In that one instant before death blew away their smoke trail to obscurity,
they realized how uncomplicated life really was
how inevitable was mortality
Their eyes meet, as their friends surround,
smiling a smile which no one notices..
It was on one such night,long before, their hearts had met,
Fooling around,
behind the back of their closest of friends..
They loved, living this secret which no one knew about,
Stealing kisses,when no one was around
It felt beautiful..As beautiful, as her smile..
As beautiful, as the curl of her hair, that flirts with her eye..
But only few weeks they had left, they knew,
Everything was going to change.
“Is it worth it?”, he thought
The question to which she answered, by walking towards him,
and hugging him silently for the rest of the night..
Memories meant more, than logic!
And just when he thought things couldn’t get any better,
she smiled at him, inviting him.
He kept down his drink and made his way across the floor,
to meet the beautiful one.
More than words ever could, their eyes spoke a language
that echoed through generations,
their forefathers had been bitter enemies; turned in their Graves,
Impossible, they thought, for their bloodline to mix.
So together, after decades, they hatched a plan to ruin
their great-great-great grand children’s night..
be it the spilling of drinks, or distractions plenty..
stepping on toes, to shove and push on the dance floor..
but to their surprise, all this just made them blush and giggle..
brought them closer.
As they stepped out, on to the empty street, holding hands,
their forefathers knew,
love had destroyed their hate..
Vrushank Naik 