This is the post that got me over one million likes……

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Some people become coal miners. Others are born aristocrats with a silver spoon dangling so from their mouth, if it falls, is replaceable.

Look at the world. We have divided ourselves into nation states. Nation states whose boundaries are formed by the blood of other men, whose territories were annexed or our own which we fight to defend. Others, still are in the midst of fighting, fuelled by the generous doses of capitalist dreams. And finally some …… some still seeking their historic identities.

Do we really like to fight? What do we defend?

Humanity it appears, is on the edge.

Are we living how we intended to live?

With overloads of information and overdoses of media’s sensorial enrapture?

Sense, is a simple word. Sense may mean our human sensory organs. Sense may also mean our understanding in spite of them. Our Sensibility.

Animals also have sensory organs and instincts. We have sensory organs, but also sensibility.

Funny it is, we are slaves to our senses, not to our sensibility.

Each time we see that notification, a “like” we get, or a generous reply, it lifts us with enough dopamine for the minute. The minute over, we again check our status on our various sensory (social) media sites.

At the traffic signal, we take the time to answer our various communications, many of which can wait and many of which are not worthy of our time, but our giving it time, makes it worthy of us. At the same traffic signal, a teenager would pass nonchalantly with eyes fixed on a smart screen and ears tuned to the radio waves emitted by the sound signal on their smart device. Sometimes meeting with an accident mid road. Can we sense our worth now?

We take pictures not to keep memories by as a visual record keeping of our every minute of the lives. Sometimes we pose, and while posing dangerously, many also die. (selfie deaths)Then we exhibit these so called pictures on our sensory media sites and await the feeling of dopamine rush.

We wait. We wait.

The first like and we breathe a sigh of relief!

10 likes and some comments, we feel socially included.

100 likes, we feel socially honored.

1000 likes or more, we feel socially elevated. We revel in our sensory social position like demi – gods.

What have we become? A race of disconnected individuals? Our connection far greater to our devices than even to ourselves.

What does your sensibility say to you?

“Don’t do this…”

Doesn’t it?

That is proof enough of our being highest in the living hierarchy.

But, if it isn’t what you hear in your mind, I have no words left to describe you.

I shall not pose further questions to you, but continue my monologue.

The question itself is the crux. It’s the source of our identity. We base our identities on geographical areas, age, gender, profession, occupation or social and financial position. Our acceptance in those categories are crucial to our existence. Or so, it would seem.

Some time back, we were told that every human on earth has a unique set of fingerprints. Only suspected criminals were tested for fingerprints. Then our monitoring grew and we now have full biometric identities. India is trying to make the largest database of biometric identities of humans on this planet along with also very successfully increasing its real population to the largest in the world. I can’t own a phone connection (communicate) or a bank account (transact my savings for subsistence), if I haven’t shared these details with our nation state governance. Nor can I use an ISP to self-publish this article. (Share ideas)

What every marketer trying to sell us a frozen packaged preservative cocktail or a sugar laden drink, both of which our sensibility tells us isn’t right; revolves around our grouped identities called a “target set” or our forced grouping formed through these sensory inputs.

I go ahead and guzzle litres of fizzy carbonated drinks, thawing the chemical soups packaged for my “convenience” for the rush of mood elevating hormones released and which the “pretty” girl (usually) on TV alluded would make me a socially elevated demi god and a super mom.

We fail as humans and succumb to our senses.

Digital media wins. Over distance. Time. Social space. And us, the Humans.

Then we often make a mistake and offer the excuse,

“I, after all…… am human!”

 

PS: As you can see, I did not get any likes for this post. That was to engage you as an audience.

 

 

 

 

Sierpinski’s triangle & Fractal Gupitar

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Yesterday something happened. Remember that feeling when what you have always believed in your life gets refuted by a new finding and suddenly the world doesn’t look the way it always did? That something happened.

The trigger was a mathematics professor of Santa Fe university through the online mooc on Complexity Explorer.

The birds chirp outside on a tree blossoming with red spring flowers. A tributary of the Ganges flows near my backyard. On the other side of the house,the Victoria Memorial is sometimes visible through the haze.

Till last week I was teaching students of my drawing workshop I hold, that there are three dimensions. Yesterday, a non integer dimension was proven by this professor. Sierpinski’s triangle, Koch curve and the snowflake. Imagine a dimension within two given dimensions, the monodimension (single dimension), duo dimension (2D) and the third somewhere in between.

While, I won’t get into the details of the explanation, he has provided quite well in this open mooc; things he said triggered further thoughts.

” ..imagine…” he said, “if I had a magic box and could blow up the cube to double its size….”

Things doubling up, or blowing up triggered interesting memories. Remember the movie, “Honey I shrunk the kids” or better still “Honey, I blew up the kids”?

Hasn’t every kid five years of age wished that the cake/icecream/chocolate in their hand would magically double its size? A table laden with goodies would “magically” appear from somewhere. If there is a Gulliver, can’t there be a Gulliver of matter?

So, have we tried blowing up anything? Maybe yes. Thermacol looks closely possible. A plastic. Maybe there are others.

What if we can add a fractal space into a cube? The cube would expand and blow up? What if we added a sierpinski triangle space into a gold bar? Would gold start floating in space? What if we expanded the space further and further and further? Can we make it so big that we can star living on a Gold planet. Maybe call it Gipinski or Gupitar.

What if we used a stronger material. Spider’s web? And created a planet out of that? Can we one day be actually staying there instead of on Mars?

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If you were ask in India what is the current buzzword, supported by marketing efforts of course, you would get Make in India, Digital India, Smart Cities among some more floating on the social net.

All of a sudden we are considering being “Smart”. Silently we whisper to each other “What is meant by Smart”? Is what is meant “Smart” by them the “Smart” we understand? (Do we really?) We then look up to the architects of the word and ask , “What is Smart?”.

The self appointed architects reply with a mock shock,

“You don’t know?… “See.”

They point towards a country and its city demonstrating some glass, shiny metals and a lot of automation technology.

“Oh!” We look amazed at the trains that go on hyper speed and the doors that open and shut automatically, sensors that send information ahead to someone and someone or something who supposedly makes life simpler in this maze of productivity with people like working ants going about their jobs.

“We can do that?!” we look on mesmerized, silently wonder how many potholes we have avoided that day and how much water to expect in the municipality tap. This smart city appears to look like heaven.

“We can accomplish that?”, We ask again in disbelief!

Nods the architect. “A few trillions here and there, but it is possible.”

“Where are the Trillions coming from?” we ask still in disbelief.

“FDI mostly. Fourteen countries have shown interest.”

We whistle in further disbelief.

“Wow! Fourteen countries will tell us how to live smartly.” Impressed at the achievement. We close the latest edition of Shiv Puraan. Old Sops of life. Lets embrace the new.

“Who..”, we ask further, “..would be living in these smart cities?”

“Smart citizens.” They answer. “Smartly qualified with smart education”.

We applaud!

“How..” we ask, “Would you find these smart citizens?”

The architects now loose patience at this inevitable question and blurt.

“You have too many questions! You are not Gift-ed. You are certainly not smart and don’t qualify to stay in a smart city!”

Disappointed, we start looking at the map and looking for the other non smart cities to live in.

“Don’t worry,” the architects console, “We may be working towards an inclusive society where even the lower income group can be accommodated.”

We breathe a sigh of relief. When we go to discuss this at our daily pavement dwellers meeting over a boiling broth of today’s Dal, most have the same question:

“Will the pavements be really clean? They won’t trouble us every six months for pavement leveling?”.

“We don’t know about clean, but they promise they will be smart.”

“Smart?” asks the pavement mother, cradling one kid on her lap and another suckling on her breast.

We go on to explain what is meant by “Smart”.

“See….” we point towards that country with that city gleaming in the night.

The pavement dwellers rub their eyes in disbelief.

( to be continued.)

Guess what I found! A 1990s clipping.

I think exposing yourself to new ideas and new industries and new places that are doing things in unconventional ways is terribly important” says the interviewee. Hold true even today.

…..The exciting new companies are inventing their way along without any role models”, talks about the spirit of risk and adventure in the game. This was the mid 90’s.

Around 20 years back, when digital technology was not omnipresent and accessible like it is today, some of us used to cut interesting news items from the magazines and papers called “clippings” and the more methodical ones used to file these, with proper indexing. With digital archiving, this seems like a meaningless exercise and the process of clipping, saving, storing and sharing is now simplified with a simple click or two.

When I had torn off that series of Quotations that I have been sharing on this blog, along with them I had also managed to save this page of interview on the backside of one of those papers. I discovered it only while electronically saving the well preserved papers (as you can see the article is dated March 1994, almost 21 years back). I found some statements to be classic and profound and very interesting even today!

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I believe this is part of an interview of Management Guru, Tom Peters by Business Today magazine.