Monday, July 28, 2008


That day, I was throwing pebbles in the water. My mind was wandering.
First thought:
Why I am throwing pebbles in the water. What I want to achieve from it.
# I don’t like pebbles and so let’s throw them all in water.
# I read and likes the story in which crow was able to drink the water from the pitcher by dropping pebbles and I want to experiment it first hand.

I have just felt like doing it, without any motive, without any purpose but I certainly wanted to do it.

Second thought:
Is it Newton’s third law or first law? Some water splashes but then certainly upon action of a force, motion has started into the water. I guess momentum is also conserved. Confusing.. leave it.

All this thinking drew my mind from throwing pebbles and I started observing the pattern of ripples.

Pebbles touch the water surface at one point but it affects the whole pond. Ripples starts from one point and move outwards, growing bigger and creates vibrations to it whole vastness. Sometimes two opposite waves cancel each other and sometimes they add to conjure a bigger wave.

Third thought
I don’t know how and when it started but I started making an analogy between this silent pond and our society.
Our society is like a big silent pond and our actions are like pebbles. Repercussions do not end there, even if that action is limited to two people. Stronger tries to subdue the weaker. He assumes that weak ones cannot harm him. What he forgets, is that, he cannot remain strong for ever. No one can win all the time. Even the best of the best are defeated. They fall. And if they are making fun of someone, they will get it back, in return and may be with interest. May be they are strong, they are the best but the people they love may not be. If he ridicules someone in his ‘superbia’(call it angry stone), it will be like throwing a stone in the pond (society) and ripples are going to affect him back or will affect his loved ones. Like wise if he helps, consoles, thanks someone (call it happy stone), he will be again creating a ripple in the pond but this a good one. It will touch others they will feel happy and happy people do good things.

This world has a lot of problems. Sadness prevails everywhere. We do not feel safe anymore… anywhere.
May be we can change it. When people talk about changing the world they talk about big problems with bigger measure to curb the problems. I differ. I think on line of principles of ‘soft computing’. I think about small things. Do small things. Do not insult someone because he is not as good as you are. Respect others. Accept them as they are. Throw happy stones and not angry stones. It will make others happy and happy people do good things. And remember ripples do not die easily. They will touch you back in some form.

And like throwing stones in the water, I wanted to share this with you all, without any motives .. without any purpose. I just threw a stone in the water.

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Monday, July 21, 2008

Survival Instincts


“Firing has again started” says Vyom, aloud but only to himself. He is the lone survivor of that safe house. Sometime back, violence has erupted all over the country. Two strong organizations have claimed themselves as the ruler of the land and they are fighting against each other and government for power control.

Vyom has very little supplies left in the safe house. A stray bullet can finish his story anytime. Sometime he wished for it.

Living alone hopelessly becomes difficult that death seems peaceful. His hope is diminishing and only miracle can save him. And miracles do happen. Or that’s we believe.

Yesterday he saw Tanu, lying unconscious outside the safe house and he brought her inside, the safe house. He knew Tanu. They were friends, used to hangout together. Tanu is still unconscious. Vyom have seen many of his friends dying in front of him. This time he will not let it happen. He does not want to be alone again. He will take Tanu to government military camp, located out of the city or will die trying. He will save Tanu.

She is coming back to her senses now. Compared to gunshots, her voice seems musical to Vyom. Vyom consoles her that she is safe now. Vyom can feel his hope and strength returning.

For two days, he feeds her and cleans her wounds. They do not have much time to spare. Enemies are closing in. And they have no food… no choice. Vyom cannot see much beyond his safe house boundry. He asks Tanu to suggest the best strategy to go out from the city. Tanu is still scared. Beads of sweat on her forehead and no coherency in her talks. Vyom holds hand in attempt to assure her that everything is going to be okay.

Suddenly Vyom notices a white cloth belt sort of thing on Tanu’s waist.

He jumps off the bed. Takes out his revolver and aims it between the eyes of Tanu. Vyom bellows in anger “What’s in your waist”.

Tanu, who is too scared to speak anything, moves her hand to her waist.

Vyom speaks in hatred “That is bomb,right”.

Tanu mumbled in fear “No No”.

“Stop it” and without giving her any chance to prove anything he pulls the trigger many times.

Gunshots and that harmless piece of cloth is getting red by Tanu’s blood.


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