Science is one tough lady for a person to love. She is not only difficult, but treacherous- She will leave you when you need her the most. However, for most part, She is fun to be with. Eager to lead you on an adventure if and when you discover her. The affair for itself is oddly amusing- open for the world to know, and extremely secretive where only You and your Lady know the intricate details. More people have died loving her, than lovers in a conventional romantic relationship. They have fixated and spent maybe an entirety of a lifetime exploring just a single part of her. So much so for foreplay.

While at times frustratingly quiet, for it speaks without words. The universality of it transcends our life in perhaps every possible way.

Einstein once said that that the biggest mystery and perhaps the funniest thing about that mystery is that we are trying to figure out something of what we ourselves are a part of. It’s quite a simple an observation. Delving into the depths of it, it is maybe the most beautiful thing I have ever come across. Literally.

I am not a morning person, unless I have some business or lectures to attend to in the morning. I find mornings very unproductive. Everyone is busy with their lives. Going to jobs they do not love, working for people they do not like, speaking what they do not believe in, talking what is certainly not what they are thinking of.

Nights on the other hand, are quiet. Calm. Serene. Listening to violin, cello, piano or any piece of classical music, away from home, alone, taking in the cool wind is oddly overwhelming.

It has been about three months since I last updated. I scribbled- typed basically a lot of random notes and stuff. None of it makes sense. Why does it have to? Why does it always have to make sense? Why can’t we embrace the chaos? Maybe the biggest problem is that we try to make sense of chaos. That is the problem.

The problem is not chaos, but the way we look at it. In mathematics, either it’s a linear system or a non-linear system. Why the binary? Why not accept something for what it is rather than for what we are trying to project it as?

What is life’s greatest mystery that we are yet to uncover?

I was watching Person of Interest, a TV series that I never heard of and a friend suggested it quite recently. A character Mr Finch says, “I am hiding in plain sight Mr Reese, I am there for all to see, only nobody notices me”.

What secrets of the Universe lay hidden in plain sight? What is most apparent, yet no one has uncovered it? Is it still there, or has it been lost over centuries of squabbling over the trivial, or our own selfish need have made us so blind to what has been the obvious?

Run away. Ran far. Run till you can breathe no more, feel your legs will fall off. Run till there’s a searing pain in your stomach. Run till you can think of nothing else. Your mind is blank. That.

Just that.

To the Stars...

It has been forever since my last post. It was one hell of a time with exams left, right and centre and it still is with many more to go (and not just the degree exams but some which are far more important- for my post graduation).  I’ve been trying to find words which would resonate with what I am feeling at the present. In times like these, I find solace in my long walks- alone or with friends though there aren’t any where I live- I have been most unfortunate in this regard. Though that is a different story- but whenever I think about it maybe I can best picture with “the forever alone” troll meme - but never with tears. I long accepted this reality and made peace with it.

But this post was not about my being alone. But how simple things which often go ignored sometimes bring more joy which nothing else can substituted for. The immense joy when you smile at an infant and he smiles back with nothing but sheer innocence, the early morning dew, the cool breeze in the late evening.

I distinctly recall from my childhood- when I was around 5 or perhaps 6 years old. My late Grandfather would wake me up at 5:30 AM in the morning and we would go in for an early walk. Those were the days when I had nothing on my mind- but eat, sleep and play. Nothing to worry, nothing which I would harp on for days and everything could be fixed. Times change, and people change too eventually.

The photographs below were taken in early March on a full moon night. My fascination for the night sky hasn’t diminished with age. I may no longer try to count the stars thinking that I completed one side and charting out the other side for tomorrow. But the calmness and serenity never ceases to amaze me. It’s almost a soothing balm.

The photo quality is poor as my Nokia E63 camera is quite primitive, but it still does make do jobs!

The little orb which shines next to the Moon is perhaps the planet Venus- the planet of love and the only planet which personifies a Woman in our otherwise male dominated Solar System.

Looking up at the night sky fills me with amazement and transports me even if momentarily to a world where there was nothing- before and after. The feeling has never in all these years differed from the state I just described. It has always been like this. In fact, having a personal collapsible telescope features on my wish list. Nothing is more amazing (and perhaps romantic) than star gazing!

"We were written in the stars, my love, all that separated us, was time, the time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts, to find our way back to one another."