MY VOICE THROUGH MY WORDS

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Mon, 08 Jun 2026 17:19:05 +0000

Love

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Mon, 08 Jun 2026 17:19:05 +0000

Currently I, just sitting in front of my laptop, am playing with the keys of keyboard, trying to prepare my cerebral to process some thoughts that I could write in abstract words...A warm-up of my mind...When my processor would start and deliver some thoughts that could frame my mind in some definite fashion...I didn’t know if it would work or not...however I am enjoying it....It feels good to express something from the inside and view it outside and then feel, Ah, it’s my part...I am seeing the part of my being in such creative and visual way..What a satisfaction it raises in heart...I simply love it...
To love something is just a happiness for which you need nothing except a frame of mind...I feel when you start loving something, it becomes a great source of joy...For example...you start loving every word you press in MS. Word...What happens...You enjoy seeing the beautiful-lovely words, appearing in so amazing way...You start loving the book you have just bought...It’s cover; it’s page; the printed words...and it becomes so tempting and enchanting...You start loving the night and night becomes the most romantic thing in your life...The moon just become quintessence of your love...You start loving someone and you feel that you are no longer in a single body...Her happiness, her praise, her achievement, you start feeling that it is yours too...Really what an expansion it is...is it not a mysterious-spiritual experience...well I feel, it is...Might be it would feel as an utopian dreaming but believe me it is...Love reveals your true-self...Love is subjective...Even it might not be reciprocated but still you can enjoy it...Still you can feel the fragrance of your own being because when you are in love, you are the most beautiful flower...that’s fragrance could be felt by everyone unless one closes one’s nose...
Love is the most wonderful-mysterious-beautiful word for me...It enhances every pleasure... the music, proposed by your lover...Does it not become the sweetest one? The journey you travel with your lover...Does it not become the loveliest one? The dinner you take with your lover... Does it not become the tastiest one? The romantic movie you watch...Does it not become the best one...It becomes...Obviously you can raise the question...how many “best”...But, friend... love knows no logic ...whenever you feel the love...it becomes the best moment of your life...
I don’t know how love and lust are related...And I don’t want to know too...Let it be related and might be it would be related, however I just need to feel this gift...I needn’t have to post-mortem it to know the question... why? In case of opposite sex I cannot deny that infatuation(physical attraction) is starting point of love however once you fall in love your partner becomes the most beautiful person...
Love is not inclusively for opposite sex...What I mean to say...it is more like a state...you start loving yourself in just the situation you are in...A sense of acceptance start dawning upon you, eliminating all the negativities you feel...You can love everything....Your book, your plant, your mobile, your IPod, your car...and everything you would find love, emanating and pleasing you...Just you need to frame your mind and need to speak out right from your heart...yes! I love...And I am love..... :)

Goodness

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Mon, 08 Jun 2026 17:19:05 +0000

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Many Days have been

I haven’t written anything

Today I put my hands on the Keyboard

Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord

My feelings are new and has buried the old

Now I am not good but I am bold

My Goodness was nothing

But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness

I got afraid of them who are themselves

Shrinking in the darkness of fear

I got unhappy due to them who are themselves

Too unhappy to see other’s happiness

They don’t let you to see the reality

Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety

Love! It is only that can make us bold

It is only that can change our mental-mould

And boldness is what let you to be free

And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree

ME or YOU

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Mon, 08 Jun 2026 17:19:05 +0000

In the fierce and feverish wind

You came and gave a shelter

To my trembled, trampled and gloomy beam of my life

I was mesmerized and in the light of my own beam

I saw your radiant face like a sun rise in my darkened heart

My expression flowed, wiping out all the layers of deceptiveness

And softened the hardened rock

burdened on my chest due to life-long deposition

Of rules of Good and bad;

Of discrimination of beautiful and ugly

In the layer-less conscious of my being

I saw the transparent bareness of my own being

Felt the love flowing in the veins in place of blood

Heard the music of my soul crooned by my heart

And vibrating the tiniest cells of my body

On the sweetest rhythm of Life

I can’t say...How lively the words become

When my love drenches the words coming for you

When I see in your lovely comely eyes

I often wonder...I am seeing Me or You...

Coward

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Fri, 08 Sep 2017 09:35:00 +0000

Hiding your eyes to see what you don't want to see but you must see to resolve the issue is not an act that will let you reach a certain decision. And if I have to attribute such mindset, I will name it as 'being the coward'. We all often succumb to escapism for momentary comfort which, in reality, amplifies the problem with each passing time. Our escape for momentary comfort turns into a nightmare and before we understand what is happening with us, we are caught in a whirlpool of negative emotions which finally leave us depressed, indecisive and broken.

Since 'being the coward' was the reason for such disaster, 'being the brave' is the only solution to get out this misery. We need to arm ourselves with confidence and fight the negativity that has plagued our lives. A decision has to be made. What I have personally realized that being indecisive is far worse than making a decision, even it turns out a wrong decision. A wrong decision can teach you something but being indecisive will only drain out your happiness by keeping you overwhelmed with confusion. Being indecisive is analogous to a situation when something is stuck in your neck and you don’t know if you should swallow it or spit it out and you are not able to do any of these.

The beauty of the world is often explored through the darkest caves and bottomless valleys. 'Death' is the only fear in this world. All other fears are just its reflection. Remembering death makes us realize the mortality and insignificance of our life. Death is very similar to fire - deadly but useful. Death makes all problems in life so minuscule and meaningless. Only by accepting and realizing the impermanence of life, we can be brave enough, be honest, and truthful to us and to others.

LAKSHMEE- A short story (Guest Post)

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Thu, 23 Oct 2014 06:57:00 +0000

Many years have passed since she left this imperfect and unjust world, but still she floats around in my memories time to time. Today I have decided to tell the story of Lakshmee as was perceived through my eyes. Lakshmee was born as a first child in a family which had seen a girl child after two generations. Although a boy would have been more welcome in this case also, Her arrival in this world was tolerated or I dare say welcomed in much better way than many of other girls had in my village. At that time you could guess by the silence and gloom at home that a girls had arrived or by noise of celebration that a boy had been born. A feast was arranged as celebration for her birth which was generally reserved for boys. Her grandfather christened her Lakshmee, consoling his son that she will bring prosperity, material and money as well as many boys to family.

She was a very lovely child with plenty of smiles and comfortable with anyone wishing to carry her in his/her arms. Since she was first child in family, she was attended well. There were plenty of people in house who were unoccupied and now had something to keep them busy. Seeing a child grow is greatest of the joy one can have. After three years she had her brother born. A big feast was arranged with village band performing. Suddenly object of attention changed from Lakshmee to newly born boy who was named as Vaibhav. She enjoyed for few days all the traditional music and noise accompanied with her brother’s birth. A lot has changed in her status in the house but she hardly recognised it. She was constantly reminded that she was very lucky to have a brother who will fulfil all her dreams when he was grown up. So it was her duty to give him all the comfort, care, love and attention even if it was on the cost of her. She accepted it very readily and now onwards everything in her life was secondary to her brother’s happiness. She will sit all day long beside him, amusing him in whatever way she could, oiling him with her little hands, carrying him in her arms with unsteady steps.

Now she was six years old and had one more brother and a newly born sister. By this time she had came to understanding that brothers were more important than sisters in the family. Surprisingly she never resented this fact and accepted it as truth and reality like her mother. Her mother was indoctrinated in this philosophy from childhood and had never equal rather a very narrow space in her heart for daughters. For her boys brought her respect in family and hope for future but girls a misery in form of over increasing dowry demands. She had seen throughout her life differentiated treatment to boys and girls and had accepted it as reality. She never had any crisis of conscience in perpetuating this bias further. Some family in the village were changing with time. Girls in these families were getting increasingly better treatment and opportunities. The main driver behind these changes were mothers rather than fathers. Mothers, who had opportunities to witness increased role of women in society, supported their daughters more strongly.

Lakshmee now 9 years old was attending government primary school and best part she enjoyed there was midday meal which had been recently started. This scheme had brought life to otherwise deserted school with good number students waiting eagerly for midday khichdi. The students were getting free books as well as an uniform also. Her brothers were going to local convent school in nearby town by rickshaw. It was convent only in name, eduction provided was as best as mediocre but still better than primary schools where two teachers were teaching five classes. Her father said that he couldn’t afford sending her or her sisters to convent school and money spent on daughters was waste as he would have to give even larger dowry to better educated girls. Lakshmee never seemed to care about this and she felt very happy attending her school and in fact she proudly told her classmates that her brothers go to expensive school and one day they will become big people like engineers and doctors. She always dreamed of her brother success and she had attached all her own dreams and desires with them. Before going and after coming from school she would help her mother in household chorus and managing of her youngest one year old third brother ‘Vishal’. Vishal had started crawling and sometimes would stand and take one-two steps before falling down. One day Lakshmee was with him on the roof. Lakshmee was with her newly received books. She was eagerly exploring the book and for sometime took her eyes off her brother. When she turned her eyes towards Vishal, she found him standing on the verge of roof which was without railings. Her blood froze and in panic she rushed towards brother to get hold of him. Her brother was about to fall down. She caught him but she couldn’t control the momentum and fell with him in her arms. She landed on her back to the ground. With the noise everybody in family gathered there. Luckly due to rain previous day ground was wet and muddy so impact was not dangerous. Boy was safe so was Lakshmee with minor scratches to her hand and pain in back. Her mother was enraged at her and even Lakshmee was also feeling guilt for her carelessness. Her mother took the baby out of her arms and told her father to rush to doctor. She wanted to beat Lakshmee but her grandmother took her away. Her father went to doctor and got his son examined. He was found healthy and without any problem. Lakshmee was put with quike lime (chuna) on her scratches and given turmeric laced milk (Haldi-milk) for pain by her grand mother. After one week Luxmi was again same sportive like fawn. Her mother had not pardoned her yet but she felt that she deserved that.

Lakshmee entered fourteenth year of her life. She was a brilliant student in middle school and always stood first in class. In spite of studying in government school she was performing better than her convent educated brothers. But this fact brought further misery to her. Her mother resented that the one needn’t study was doing well and those who were expected, didn’t. Her school teachers suggested her father that she should continue her studies and one day she would make him proud of her. Her father said that in two years she would complete her 10th and that was good enough education for her. Once she was eighteen he would marry her as day by day dowry demand is increasing. Her In-laws and husband would decide on her education as they were the one to be benefited by it.

Raising five children was not easy. Grandmother was too old to be of much help. Her mother would get irritated with en-ending domestic work. She would frequently loose temper, specially if any trouble created by girls. Lakshmee was prime target as in contrast to her younger sister who never enjoyed studies, she would try to get every opportunity to turn pages of her books. She would rarely complain and seemed to be putting no ear to constant nagging of her mother. She would eat anything even two-three day stale food. She was especially fond of eating stale chappaties with hot tea. Now raining season was going on. Very few people in village had toilets. It was very cumbersome to relieve oneself specially for women in rainy season. She caught diarrhoea which was very common in this season and every year one or two people died because of it. She was having motions and was vomiting from morning only. Nobody seemed to care. Her grandmother gave lemon water time to time but Lakshmee lost her strength very fast. By evening she was not able to rush to the fields to relieve herself so she would use backyard of her house. In the evening her mother told to her father to bring some medicines. His father said that early morning he would call Sharma doctor who was from nearby town but he was only doctor available for nearby villages. He was not MBBS but he would practice allopathy medicines. He would prescribe and sell most of the medicines himself only charging a very low fee. All night Lakshmee would be running up and down the backyard. Mother and father thought that she could pull up and there was no need to worry too much as in the morning only she would be provided with medicines. In the morning mother was aghast at seeing whole bed dirty. She shouted at Lakshmee but she somehow gathering her whole strength told her mother that she couldn’t move her body. Now her mother new something terrible had happened. Her mother started waling and shouting as well cursing that neighbours has done some black magic which is causing all the problem in the house.

Her father ran to Sharma doctor.He and Sharma doctor came hurriedly on Sharma’s moped with drips and glucose bottles and started putting glucose to Lakshmee. He told her father that all the trouble was due to deficiency of water in blood, due to low volume of blood on account of this deficiency, there was less oxygen reaching to brain. It caused paralysis which could be reversed if proper medication was given but it was not guaranteed. Her mother never believed the doctor and believed black magic by neighbours was the only reason. She wanted to consult Ojha (Black magic heeler) in neighbouring village. Many of the neighbours gathered with different types of advices and recommended different specialist doctors. Some suggested a multi speciality hospital in commiserate headquarters while others suggested a Homoeopathic doctor in district headquarters who was equally good but quite inexpensive in comparison to multi speciality hospital. Father decided to go to Homoeopathic one as he was not ready to stake all his money for her sake while he was not sure if she would ever recover. So her father arranged a auto and took her to homoeopathic doctor. Her mother accompanied with her women friends went to Ojha.

Homoeopathy doctor began his treatment. Slowly-slowly she was recovering. Now she could move her fingers and hands a little and sometimes legs also. Every day she was regain control of her body progressively. I still believe that it was her strong will rather than the medicine that was recuperating her. Father would praise the doctor endlessly and mother would give credit to Ojha. Ojha had said to her that neighbours had installed three strong ghosts, a Brahma (dead Brahmin ghost), a Marhi (a dead child ghost) and a jinn ( a moslem ghost). But slowly slowly he would remove them with his sustained efforts but it would be a difficult struggle. Her mother was confident that his efforts were going in right direction.

Time passed by. December came. Now she was much better and everybody was confident of her recovery. She could now sit down on her own could stand supported with a stick for few minutes. But now she was suffering with small cold. Doctor had suggested to keep her protected from cold. But Lakshmee wanted very badly to walk. By afternoon she was walking slowly-slowly with the help of stick. She was very happy. Now a days everybody was very sympathetic to her. Her brothers and sisters would devote considerable time to her and her mother would make her favourite dishes now a then. Her father would bring sweets frequently for her. She has not remembered any time till now being treated so well. Whole family was happy to see her walk and wanted all neighbours to see it. Lakshmee walked all evening supported by his brothers and sisters but around 6pm she was shivering and heaving very badly. She had strong fever. His father rushed to local medicine shop who would also prescribe medicines for small ailments. He gave him some medicines for fever and some injections to be given in morning when Sharma doctor would come to his Dispensary. His father gave medicines to her but her condition worsened. There was no transport in the village and one could get one only in the morning from nearby town area. Around 4 AM she closed her eyes and bade goodbye to this world. Probably she died of pneumonia. But nobody know for sure and her mother is confident that it was black magic.

I find it very difficult for me to judge her passing away. Was it better for her to leave this unequal or unjust world where girl is still a burden? Were her parents responsible or the society they were part of? Or as countryman we ourself who very much like to discuss and then forget that there are villages in our country without proper sanitation facilities, worthwhile education facilities, road connectivity, transport and basic health facilities. Perhaps I know the answer but ashamed to admit it.

Written by my elder brother, Manish Kumar Singh

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Misanthropist

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Thu, 25 Jul 2013 09:25:00 +0000

There are moments when I find myself no less than a misanthropist, especially, after a rough timing with people. The innate selfishness driven with opportunistic trait attributes the majority of people and it often creates a doubt whether all those people who we see as good and others as bad have just difference of opportunity and fear. Morality often seems to fall apart falsifying the universality and Sat, Chit, Anand view of Human character. It is intriguing to see how we construe our own code of morality, though, limited in domain to exploit profit without having guilt of contradicting the larger aspect of morality. And there is where ‘Ethics’ comes into picture. After having many encounters in the past some days with people ranging from doctors to Rickshaw-wallas in the streets of Varanasi, I can say to some extent that we, human, are socially and emotionally controlled but selfish people. No doubt, there are instincts quite natural required for our survival who inadvertently lead us to selfish behavior but there are also social needs and emotional feeling like empathy, kindness which regulate our selfish motives. When survival becomes crucial, a person loses all the characteristic of being human. As study suggests, in the time of famine there are certain hormones secreted inside human body which make human to do everything for survival, even killing other people without any remorse. When the rules in the society along with innate kindness of people override these selfish instincts, society become safe and secure. Reducing the insecurity of people for survival and increasing the dependency among people could help in such scenario.

Fan And Me

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Thu, 18 Jul 2013 08:54:00 +0000

As a doctor, my younger brother has more to show his importance to my family members and neighbors. But being an engineer, I don't get much chance to showcase my abilities with practical utilities to people, other than engineers or scientists. Then, there is this opportunity I somehow convinced my mother of the importance of being an electrical engineer. It happened as the speed of ceiling fan of my room was not as fast as it should normally be. When the electrician came, he just replaced condenser of fan. Surprisingly, even though the fan was speeding fast, it was not throwing air downwards. Actually, all the air was being thrown upwards as the speed of fan had got reversed. Electrician had no idea how it happened. And that was the time, I remembered the question asked during comprehensive viva about single phase induction motor during my engineering days in IIT, BHU and it took no time to realize that, in fact, the winding of condenser had been interchanged and therefore, the torque had got reversed. I just convinced the electrician to change the condenser location and with all the surprise of my mother and electrician, the fan started running in the usual direction. And that was the time, my mother proudly introduced me as scientist to the electrician and It made my day. :)

Time Derivative Of Life

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 08:36:00 +0000

Gazing outside the window from the first floor of scientist hostel, I could feel the wet and cold sensation of wind blowing against my face. The feeling itself has a magical pull which brings myself in present, time and again whenever my mind drifts away in remembering the past and dreaming about future. With each passing time, I am loosing this place and within a month, I would see the place placed just in my memories. These three and half years of my life have witnessed many aspects of life which I am very sure have helped me to get an abstract meaning in rather meaningless world. Success and failure are too vague to define these periods of life as these event of "success" and "failure" consist of many dimensions, in some, they are antithesis of what they are perceived in another.

Little do we know about the end of journey when we start it. With each steps forward we discover a new path promising us to give another view of life. We are presented with the choices we cannot avoid. Choices might bring misery but without choices our journey would be just horizontal. We invite choices rather choices invite us. And it needs persistence and hard work to be awarded by choices. Choices are like twigs of trees where each twig will help us to move upward on the tree. Even though I am sceptical, if there really exists any scenery other than what I see now. However, I find it as worth trying for at least, it would make my life derivative a non-zero.

Very often, the memories of past defines the path we are about the follow. They impress our mind with EXperiences and sometimes they change our perceptions too. That’s why we don't live a moment, we live a life where past and future are equally present.

I don't know where my thoughts got headed from the time I realized the cold sensation of wind against my face. Perhaps, it became bit philosophical. Though, I would be glad if it would paint the picture which I was looking at while writing this post.

Quotes:

Often when we are at the verge of success and failure we can see the big lie of glory and much hyped fear of failure- Amit

Time derivative of life, when tends to zero.. Boredom is imminent- Amit

Feeling Worthy??

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Wed, 29 May 2013 15:35:00 +0000

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For many, there are two distinct ways to feel worthy. Either by doing a worthwhile work or simply, by proving his work worthwhile to others. Former is self-driven whereas later is driven by other's judgement. People whose ego only feeds on external motivations can again be classified into two not-so-distinct classes. First one tries to prove his work worthwhile whereas second one condescends other's work insignificant and mediocre. Unfortunately, the hazards these second type of people can bring into any organization are often underestimated. Their egotism combined with arrogance engenders a lethal combination which poisons and erodes the core value of organization. It is worth pondering how such 'mutation' happens; How a fresh graduate from college ends up being such creature. Though it would be amateurish to conclude based on limited observations nevertheless, It is not difficult to find a pattern. The pattern shows a direct relationship between being such creature and being an incompetent. Incompetency leaves no choice for survival other than to devolve into such being.

Where does the solution lie? Solution lies in recognizing such creatures as soon as possible. One needs to put efforts as it might be difficult at times to see their real face in the veil of intellectualism. But once pinpointed, one should keep his/her ears and eyes away from them as it is more than enough to starve their ego.

Quotes

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 14 Apr 2013 08:41:00 +0000

If you have not made any mistakes in your life, you would not have anything interesting to make other's laugh.
Choices engender confusions. But, often out of the confusions, we come to correct decision.
The image, we see of others, is always tinted with our own colors.
Experience is the additional lens; life rewards us to see the subtlety of life more clearly.
In hindsight, justification is often driven by rejection.
Happiness and sorrows in life are like poles and zeroes of control system. If positioned correctly, they make life more happening and responsive.
Uniqueness lies in diversity.
Efficiency : Meaning :: Adam Smith : Karl Marx :: Machine : Human
To me, an author is just an instrument who amplifies the thoughts and ideas filtered out by his consciousness. The 'bandwidth' of consciousness is critical in such scenario as it largely decides what thoughts and ideas it would amplify.

Anonymity

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Tue, 19 Mar 2013 14:45:00 +0000

Anonymity is a great blessing. It gives you freedom and let you truly be what you are. Even though there are people, who enjoy such freedom in the most conspicuous way, most of the people are not so fortunate to have upbringing which can strengthen them to have ability to face society and culture while being original. For them anonymity is a bliss no matter how cowardly it seems.There can be many argument against anonymity as it somewhat passive and subjective way of living your life without pushing or rebelling against the system which imposes many layers of artificiality over our true being. But the truth is that the labyrinthine structure of social tradition weighs us down and ruins our confidence to be ourselves. It is not surprising to see that many people don’t even realize how their behaviour is accustomed to the norms of society. From the very beginning of our life, we are disciplined to certain norms. We are told to behold the certain distinction of right and wrong. Little do we know that these criteria are neither absolute nor permanent. Time comes when we are left to ponder over the contradiction of what we believed and what it really is.

It is said that when we can’t fight, we should hide. I don’t find any feeling of shame in accepting the veracity of this statement. Fighting against system as a person would never have as impact as fighting it with an Idea. Anonymity protects one as an individual and provides a platform where one’s idea can grow, spread and influence the society. This little anomaly in form of idea has the potential to bring out truth by foundering the orthodox norms of society.

The Hindu : Sci-Tech / Technology : Bridging knowledge gap through online learning

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 14:53:00 +0000

The Hindu : Sci-Tech / Technology : Bridging knowledge gap through online learning

Phantoms In The Brain

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 14:15:00 +0000

As an observer's point of view, the world- from a tiny atom to a vast galaxy, seems no less than mystery and apparently can only be comprehended through 'something'that is more mysterious than mystery itself and when we search for this ‘something’ , nothing seems more reasonable than our brain- A three pound jelly type structure consisting billions of neurons. There would be times when most of us ponder over the purpose of existence, the feeling of ‘I’ emanating from the deep inside, the observer sitting inside the brain going into a recursion and many more abstract aspects of life. It would not be exaggeration to say that since advent of the existence, these fundamental questions have been searched and what we see today as religion, belief and philosophy are merely by-products of this mysterious expedition.

Some weeks before, I got familiar with the work of the one of most sought neuroscientist of contemporary world, V. S. Ramchadran through his lecture-video on TED where he was describing his experiments with the patient diagnosed with different brain disorders in an attempt to unlock the mystery of brain. It was quite intriguing and interesting. To understand brain is more like a crime investigation where every clue, however small and trivial, should be logically deducted to conclusion with logical consistency of assumption. If someone, Ramchandran’s video on TED and his book “Phantoms in the Brain” made me remember, it was Sherlock Homes and it would not be an exaggeration to crown him as “The Sherlock Homes of Neuroscience”.

A world where the line separating real and imaginary, feeling and substance seems blurred and enigmatic, the book “Phantoms in the brain” not only stimulates with the questions but also provide answers, very much like a scientific explanation with logical consistency that unveils the long-hidden facets related to reciprocity of mind and body. The simplicity of writing with systematic elucidation is riveting. Once I got hold of book, it took me into a mysterious world where I could relate my electrical circuits very much to the functionality of mind. The question whether the technology is abstraction of mind or understanding of mind is mere widening of our understanding of electrical circuits (pattern-finding-behaviour) is similar to much notorious question- which came first, the egg or hen.

The case-studies of numerous patients described in the book will not only provide the deep insights and complexity of brain but also provide the glimpse of inevitable and indisputable link of mind and body and consequently, it kindles the possibility of a new kind of therapy in medical field in coming future. And, no doubt it emergence in near future might create a paradigm shift.

Nothing sounds so interesting to me when a book which defines the humour in neurological way and also illustrates the possible reasons behind having a sense of humour exclusively in human-beings is quoted as one of the most funniest and original book (Guardian, Newspaper). The simple experiments devised by V. S. Ramchandran outlines the illusory nature of self. Through intriguing relationship between perception and conception (Blind-Spot), he delves into utter mystery of existence. With Various references of philosophers and scientist like Freud and Darwin, this book provides insights from various dimensions.

Read this book, it may hammer your notions of GOD but I am sure it will give you sense of humility- the ultimate purpose of religion, for being an inevitable part of cosmos. Somehow, this book points towards a window from where, I firmly believe, one day we would be able to discern the mysticism and spirituality which are hitherto been perceived as incomprehensible.

Horrible Bosses- Review

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:35:00 +0000

“Horrible bosses” is a rib-tickling story of three friends, Nick, Dale and Kurt, who are deeply upset with their bosses for different reasons. Even though Nick puts his full effort in office, his boss, Dave Harken, scolds him for being two minutes late and tricks him to drink scotch at 8:00 in the morning. Adding more fuel to fire, he declared himself as the vice president of sales in addition to his current designation and thus, he blows out Nick’s dream of being the vice president forever. Dale is working as an assistant to Dr. Julia. Dr. Julia sexually offends Dale. She also threatens to expose his nude pictures with her, roguishly shot while he was unconscious, to his girlfriend. Kurt likes his work until his boss dies of heart-attack and his psychopathic son becomes his boss. His new boss threatens him to fire unless he fires one of the “fat lady” and “Mr. Xavier”. While drinking at the bar, they find a hypothetical solution of their problems and that was to murder their bosses. They meet mother-fucker john who becomes their murder-consultant and gives them a five -thousand- dollar- idea to kill each other’s boss. What happens next is full of lots of twists and turns and then finally, it ends with an unpredictable and humorous note...

Jennifer Anniston as a sexually harassing and foul-mouthed boss has done a splendid job. No doubt, this is one of the finest performances of Anniston till date and more importantly, it lets her come out of comfort zone and play a character she had never done before. Kevin Spacy (Dave harken) as an office-jerk has done a remarkable job. . I loved the Kevin spacy’s performance as Dave Harken most. The way he characterizes himself as an egotistical jerk, shows ingenuity to his role. Collin Ferral as bobby completely justifies his character. He almost dissolves his character into a drug-addict maniac. It was hilarious when he argued with Kurt to fire one of the “Fat lady” and “Dr Xavier” or else he would fire all of the three. Not to mention, Nick (Jason Bateman), Dale (Charlie Day) and Kurt (Jason Sudekies) have done awesome job.

In a nutshell, Seth Gordon, the director of movie, has done a fantastic job by providing intensity to the dark, crude and hilarious plot of this movie. Kudos to him and his strong cast.

Those Umpteen Years

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 12:08:00 +0000

Deep inside my skins

The bluish veins were carrying

My life...cold and entrenched

Equivocally dead

Laughter subdued into restrained

Hollow smile

An innocent heart was seeking to be guile

Belief, hope, trust and love

Seemed just a fantasy...perhaps a pun

This tiresome, tedious and treacherous run

Was it worthwhile for just a minuscule fun?

Then one day, it knocked my door

It entered; I was lying on the floor

I was pulled apart into two

Detracted into Me and him

I saw those numb dead eyes

I felt the void, the emptiness

Perhaps...in those umpteen years

When it was carrying me

I never loved him...

And in turn, not loved by him.

Force- Adrenaline-Fueled Action Movie

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 10:52:00 +0000

Force is completely an action movie with few dews of romance. Yashvardhan (John Abraham), an ACP in Narcotics Department is undercover cop who investigates the nexus of drug business, disseminated all across the country. With the help of an informer, he and his team (Mohnish behl and others) successfully eliminate all the drug-mafias. Subsequent investigation report by IB about informer and afterwards his death puts a question mark on his selfless intentions to revel drug mafia which later confirms it as a strategy driven by Vishnu(Vidyut Jamwal) to rule all over India in drug business. Later, Yashvardhan kills Vishnu’s brother (Mukesh Rishi) during drug dealing. And then Vishnu’s vindictiveness sets a new limit of brutality against Yashvardhan and his team.

In a nutshell, FORCE has captivating plot with striking and intensive performance of John as an ACP and the new comer, Vidyut Jamwal, as villain. Not for a single moment it let me take my eyes off from the screen. SIZE MATTERS and JOHN persona in the role of tough and stern-looking cop indeed verifies it. Genelia D'Souza as a bubbly and sweet girl enchants on the screen and her innocent romance with john preserves the droplets of love even in the heat of incessant action. The debuted performance of Vidyut jamawal as villain is superb which aptly personifies his character as an evil itself. The performance of Mohnish Behal is worth-watching. Raj-Babbar as commissioner of police is tolerable.

With high decibel of bone-crunching punch and roaring background, this adrenaline-fuelled movie stands in the row of good action movies of Bollywood. If you are hardcore action fan and not a faint-hearted, then this movie is surely for you. Go and watch!! ... You would not be disappointed.

Swelling Technology & Waning Spirituality

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 15:18:00 +0000

In this era of technological revolution, our efforts are merging towards an absolute control of everything. Just push a button and apparently, everything from lighting, AC, TV or even opening and closing of doors are at our finger tips. Sometimes, I wonder what would be the end of this revolution. Would it be like as we see in Hollywood movies in which they repeatedly show the control of humanity by human-made ROBOTs or would it just start mitigating as everything in nature does after reaching its peak. I cannot say if the evolution followed by revolution is cyclic or linear but a little observation in the changing scenario can provide a substantial clue for coming future.

From the inception of Mankind, religion and science are the two basic structures which have been supporting humanity. If Science feeds you, religion gives you the taste of food. Both are distinct but inevitable for Mankind. The lack of anyone would create havoc in the system.If we go slightly deeper into the realm of science and religion, we acknowledge that comparison of science and technology is pointless. Religion is just an application of spirituality as technology is of Science. Science is journey of outwards and spirituality is of inwards. Science is pursuit of discovering the things which are...But just hidden. It is just like demystifying the unknown. Technology is the exploitation of this hidden knowledge for our use. In a same way, spirituality is a journey of knowing our inner self...the purest form which is aptly described in scriptures...Satya- Chita- Ananda...Religion guides us to embark the journey of inwards. Prayers, worshipping and scriptures are just few applications of spirituality to lead us towards inner self.

Somewhere, in the high decibel and dazzling development of technology, we have become oblivious to the basic structure of technology....Science. On the other side...Religion is also contaminated by preposterous and dogmatic thought which has blurred the true purpose of religion and more often, it is appearing devilishly in the form of war and genocide. No doubt...Technology is providing a lot of things...But also taking a lot of things...More things are coming in our control...Less controlled we are getting. The incessant pursuit of technology has overshadowed the inquisitiveness of mankind and hence, pursuit of science.

So, where are we leading... towards a path of glorious Mankind or doomed Mankind? It is hard to envisage the future of Mankind but with little interpolation of swelling technology and waning spirituality in the wake of nuclear Bombs...it would not be an exaggeration to say that if your light, AC and door can be controlled by a push switch, presumably the life of whole planet could also be at someone finger tips...and we, who are losing our own conscience in imparting intelligence to steel-bodies...it would be really disastrous and might be, the culmination of Mankind.

Come On INDIA!!

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 13:52:00 +0000

Things are changing fast. Perception and its reaction have quite changed in these years. Thanks to media, and people like Anna Hazzare and Baba Ramdev...The stream of awareness in people’s perception is finally claiming to bring a Tsunami against the old-wretched political and beureachratic system of India.

A revolution is not an accident. It is certificate for people’s lost faith and dying hope to existing governing system. And the recent appalling acts of corruption one after another by governing party were more than enough to trigger the people’s fury. And when Anna Hazzare became the torch bearer, millions supported him in the hope that a “Change” would finally come. The “Change”.... The dawn of which will bring the end of blood-sucking-Vampires from Indian Political and beureachratic system.

So my question is ...Would really the acceptance of LOKPAL BILL bring this change or would it just create another camouflaged and just superficially-changed old system, painted in eyes-soothing colours? The biggest threat of LOKPAL BILL is it might centralize the power in the hands of few civil people who could curb both judiciary as well as Prime minister. Well, History is witness that centralization of power has never been a good idea. It would eventually lead to either dictatorship or complete anarchy. Therefore, It is imperative that there should not be an isolated control, control must be mutual....not unidirectional.

Anna Hazzare’s war against government is not a political movement. Somehow BaBa Ramdev involvement in this crusade politicized the revolution and tried to defile the demand of “Change” into just “the change of Existing government”. It is not the change of Government that will bring the solution of corruption...But It is the change of policy which can make the system more transparent and system more accountable to common citizens. And that is where inclusion of top official in LOKPAL bill could be effective.

I admire Anna and Baba...not because what they are personally but for their initiation....And countries like India where people are shamelessly-sleeping in their own pigeon hole and are completely oblivious to their rights and duties...it is indeed great to initiate. A revolution cannot churn the system for good if it does not have a clear vision and plan for implementation. Initiation is prerequisite which no doubt has been offered by Anna Hazzare and somewhat by Baba Ramdev. But a collective clear vision and implementation are outcome of intellect that is where I feel, rawness of LOKPAL bill can be polished and modified by the constructive suggestions and discussions.

We, the youths, have been sleeping for decades. I wonder how many of the youths would have any idea about LOKPAL Bill. I salute Anna Hazarre for taking a stand against the rising corruption and for raising alarm against sleeping Junta of India. Hazzare has lighted the torch...and it is duty of our youths to perpetuate the torch until the deep-seated corruption incinerates into ashes. If you want the change, be the change.

Come On INDIA!!!!

It would be apt to repeat Thakur’s dialogue from Sholey in the current scenerio...

(लोहा गर्म है मार दो हथौरा )

Fluttering-Flames

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 14:20:00 +0000

The fluttering-flames of the candle-light

Was making me breath in and out

As her sparkling face was swinging to shadowy-unknown

An explicable beauty was flowing

Like mesmerizing-rays of dawning sun

When I looked into her deep-dark-dazzling eyes

Could see the burning flame fluttering with her disheartening-sigh

And, the tears, dammed to blaze the flame for long

I know the flame might smoulder my flammable-feelings

Despite... it is the light of flame that shows me a path

A path of purpose, a path of love...

And trust me; even your flames would burn me...

You have my tears...dammed in your eyes

Beauty and Real Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Mon, 23 May 2011 18:29:00 +0000

Have you ever felt what sets wings to your emotions as you suddenly exclaim,” What a beautiful thing this is!” For us anything can be beautiful, irrespective of person, place or emotion. Even a tragic movie ends, leaving tears into our eyes and our heart wells out saying it.... beautiful!!

So, really, to define beauty is as difficult as to define ‘point’ in mathematics. However, I would say everything, beautiful which is the object of happiness. But remember, not the source of happiness. The difference of object and source must be understood to appreciate this definition. Let me explain it through example:

When we meet our loved one after a long-time, our eyes become full of tears. We cry...But we feel happiness...I would call it beauty....
But how am I able to witness this beauty? It is because I have already bore the pain of being away from her.
The source of happiness is the pain. But Pain itself is not the happiness.

May be for one person, the clamouring of birds is just noise and for other it is the music of existence. For a same person, a flower seems an ordinary thing at one moment. And at the next moment, it starts appearing a beautiful gift of existence.

Does it mean that beauty is only in eyes of seer? Does it mean it is psychological? Does it mean that we have to squeeze the beauty by being in complete awareness? Well, I feel it is.

What makes TajMahal beautiful? What makes a golden sculpture more beautiful than iron sculpture?

When we see an object, we perceive an image in the reflection of many things. Like if we are seeing a historical building, its history and mystery is as important as its infrastructure in judging beauty.

Even gold and diamond are regarded as beautiful, not only because they are but also due to rarity and usefulness. For a child, I think marble and gold would not make a difference in terms of beauty.

What makes a woman/man beautiful for man/woman?

It is his/her desire, in the shadow of which they define beauty. Well, sex is an important aspect but it is not the only one; care, compassion, security and many other things plays a vital role in judging the person beautiful.

He likes SRK( actor) but his liking is just projection of his subtle desire to be like him. He likes Aishwarya because consciously and unconsciously he wants to posses her.

One calls Mother Teresa beautiful, not because her appearance but due to her philanthropic works.

One likes Ferrari not because it looks but it would fill his subtle desire. Now this desire is also product of many things (human instincts).

Why do people consider fairer people more beautiful?

I think it is just conditioning of mind. Black people had been subjected to slavery, humiliation and disgrace for many centuries. Consequently, people’s minds have been conditioned to accept this bitter and atrocious fact even today. It is imperative to ponder as there are some communities where measurement of beauty is just reverse of general thinking. Even Krishna, who is considered as the most beautiful person on earth had dark complexion which itself shows dark was beautiful in the past. Society fills our mind with prejudices and dogmas, in the reflection of which we judge beauty.

What I conclude is when we see an object we judge it according to its attributes in every dimension like history, mystery, pain endured, rarity and usefulness. Beauty is a function of those attributes which are just projection of our desire.

World would be always discriminated in two parts- beautiful and ugly if we did have desire and conditioned mind.

Real beauty...?

As I have not experienced what real beauty is, so at most I can give a hypothetical explanation of real beauty. When one sees an object without any judgement of good or bad; without any history or mystery; without any desire, I think the emotion he feels at that very moment would be Real beauty. And beauty of this assumption lies in the fact that in this way everything would be beautiful. An eternal beauty would be in one’s eyes. This might be the beauty which is explained in our scriptures and is felt by very rare personalities like Buddha (after enlightment).

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Drops

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 22 May 2011 17:17:00 +0000

In the serene-still surface of water

When a rain-drop strikes

A ripple flows towards the shore

Leaving behind the circular traces

When sun-light glistens the recurring flow

The sparkling aura seems like infinite lives

Dancing and enjoying in their colourful dresses

With humming melodious tune

Celebrating and welcoming a new one

Now, an indistinguishable part of Whole

It is now scorching rays of sun

Burning and boiling

As if disaster is pushed into million drops of life

Even the tears of all is not suffice to melt the heart of sun

They run; they protect and like a martyr

Sacrifice their life for one another

And now it is night

The cold breezy air is flowing

And letting the tiresome drops relax

And forget all the sorrows, pains and losses

Perhaps getting them ready for new dawn

New life and new fight...

A Melody

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 15 May 2011 14:59:00 +0000

My eyes were closed
And my mind empty
Yet I could see
A life, coming in and going out
Through my nostrils, wind-pipe to my stomach
And I could feel my heart humming a melody...
A melody!!...vibrating and resonating my soul
Invigorating me to dance, sing and roll...
And my fingers moving on the key-board
Letting me out the indescribable feeling
Through the words, but in vain
The words were just old...stale...
With every word typed in...It is just past, a memory
Not the feeling...
I wonder if I could hold the feeling
Tightly and cosily
And every time, I did...
I felt the synchronicity loosen down
And my soul fastened

A Living-invisible to Dead-Visible

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Sun, 08 May 2011 13:24:00 +0000

Every day when I went to my office

I saw her on the road side

Watching vigorously

Without blinking her abysmal eyes

Her frail skull, her bony body

Her bare feet, her scattered hairs

Her reedy fingers, her cold look

Shivered my whole being

Felt like a lightening stroke to my heart

And then when I saw people walking by

Without noticing her existence

Absorbed in their own symphony

I wonder if she is too thin to be invisible

Invisible to all of us...

And then when I reached my home

She just became a tragic moment of today’s episode...

And her memories got fade away with each passing moment

Life went on...

She was never different...

Yeah! Worst can’t be worse...

And with each passing day... I got immune to her...

She was just a picture hung in my memories

Now...my shivering...and lightening stroke

Got softened through the passage of time...

And suddenly one day... I did not see her...

And again, next day...

Then, again and again

Now it had been two weeks I saw her...

And today when I opened my newspaper

I saw her... Her numb eyes...her cold look...

Her disseminated hairs...

Even her death could not change her look....

But of course, had changed her worth...

“A living-invisible to dead-visible”

WRITING

noreply@blogger.com (Amit Kumar Singh) — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 15:41:00 +0000

Life seems to be shrunk between past and future and when such thing happens, obviously the view of present remains blurred and congested. With tumbling-walk on the road of life and in the hue and cry of expectations and concerns, life seems like a burdened rock tied to neck. It has been long when I heard the voice of myself but now, is it not too late? ...too late to rejuvenate these dead tissues.

With the last line of above paragraph, I felt my thoughts jumbled, my finger seized and emotions dried. I don’t know why and how, but it is none of my business. I just want to feel myself which never releases out due to inexplicable weight of life and I want to see something which I cannot see when I see myself in mirror daily morning.

For me, writing is like seeing and it is also one that vaporizes the grime from my soul. I believe till I can put my fingers on the keyboard or can hold a pen, I would be never blind nor would my soul be too heavy to carry my life.