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Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Life: A bubble of consciousness born of matter and energy transformations


As per the classical mechanistic model of physics, they assumed this universe to comprise matter and empty space beyond. This approach was basically born of looking at things in exclusivity, strictly defined by separate boundaries, i.e., end of one and the start of the other. But if things were so exclusive, how would the matter scattered in the universe interact, and get into a transformative process, across the barriers of empty space in between?
Further researches convinced the scientists of the existence of a zone of interaction, the buffer zone floating between matter and emptiness (as they visualized space then) in the form of electromagnetic and gravitational forces in the empty space. The latter were taken as mere ripples (or effects) of the matter floating in the emptiness of space.
Then the quantum scientists went ‘within’ and more and more ‘within’ into the supposed solid, indestructible wombs of particles. Layers after layers of once solid particles were peeled off only to land at flashes of energy at the fag end. The solid matter turned out to be mere clumps of energy. More importantly, the empty space, hitherto supposed to be the medium for electromagnetic radiation and force of gravity (once presumed mere effects of matter) turned out to be the same extension of the quantum field which manifests as matter in the areas of high energy clumps. So it leaves us with one entity: a quantum field where energy is going cyclically.
So now it’s accepted that it’s just singular energy field involving infinite lot of virtual interchanges of subatomic particles giving rise to cosmic blizzards. An infinite potentiality of transformations and cyclical handovers from one state to another, just change, no give, no take, no loss, no gain. Merely a cyclical transformation of energy in the universe in which the apparent matter (in the form of clump of energy) simply happens to be a transitory stage. The present cycle of universe began with the big bang to continue expanding till the big implosion, the cosmic crunch, only to go round like an endless journey along a circle. Simply a cosmic heart beat, with the beat interval of billions of years.
Like an infinite circle is composed of little series of straight lines, similarly this cosmic multidimensionality also comprises definite patterns of linearity, not in the strict sense of straight lines but in the definiteness and specificity of patterns. A circle is merely a clump of numerous straight lines across its periphery. Similarly, the cyclical transformation of energy in this mammoth circle cannot just go randomly. Its basic building blocks have linear patterns in the directions of evolution.
Suppose there is rainfall on the slopes of a mountain. Under the law of gravitation, the water has to flow down. It cannot move up or stay where it lands. So gravity is the superior law defining this particular process. It has to flow down or at least retain its tendency to flow down if there is some obstruction; in that case, that tendency takes the form of potential energy. So each and every ounce of this existence is simply a manifestation of one energy transforming into the other. When the water moves down, the potential energy changes to kinetic energy, which goes into changing into many types of actions that are a result of the water’s movement.
Now raindrops fall randomly. But the process later on cannot remain on the same scale. Here things acquire a shape. The water coming down acquires stability over a period of time after the initial moments of randomness handed over by the falling rain. It stops at obstructions, takes a recourse and very soon, without any choice and prejudice, as per the supreme law of self-sustained spontaneity, establishes a little water channel. Many such individual channels, make a rivulet, and many rivulets go into making a mainstream, which cuts its valley where its initial turbulence is changed into effortless flow in broad winding stream in mature and old age.
Same is the course of flow of energy streams in the forms of apparent matter (clumps of energy at specific frequencies). The supreme law is that the net energy is zero, and to have zero you can have countless, infinite plus and minus components, balancing out each other for a zero net result, like at each stage you add and subtract the same amount. You are at liberty to have infinite interplays. So under the supreme law, it has to flow in cyclical transformations. Visualize a circle and try moving your finger on its rim. There is a journey without end till you get tired. But your getting tired or losing interest in continuing with the job is no benchmark to set up an ‘end’ to the journey. The path still stays with its potential for infinite movement. However, with our limited sense perception, we have a linear, fragmented view of things and phenomena. To make things tangible to us, we have to have a straight line of cause and effect, a simplifying linearity, which presents a convenience to us to make our world run. However, in a cyclical transformation, the movement is endless without net loss or gain. Same set of energy, on and on. The apparent diversity of the matter is simply due to the existence of different frequencies on the path of transformation.
Now this energy also cannot transform randomly. It has to develop a pattern over a period of time, just like water falling in the raindrops over the slope cannot flow randomly forever and finally acquires suitable channels given the geography. Its freedom to flow under the force of gravity also gives it a duty to acquire a definite pattern over a period of the time so that it adapts to the platform of its action, that is, the terrain, so that it becomes one of the parts in the holistic scheme of self-sustaining ecosystem. Similarly, the energy transforming itself under the supreme law of cyclical transformation acquires a shape, a pattern, a design, a specificity, a definiteness. Like the random drops acquire an order in the form of stable channel over a period of time, this consciousness evolving through matter/energy transformations in a particular direction turns into a recognizable entity, a flow, a spontaneity.
The flow of matter/energy in one particular direction gets a definite shape in the form of individual species of animals, trees, birds, reptiles and much more. Take for example Homo-sapiens. It’s merely a flow of matter/energy in this specific direction which has acquired a particularity after cutting down its path through the choiceless speadework on the terrain of creation. The choicelessness itself handing over the reward where it appears like there is some freedom of flow in a well set course.
In the case of humans, the flow of this matter/energy over the path of its passage has ingrained certain characteristics just like it has for any other species. That repetition, that linear ease for a smooth passage, gets imbibed as the genetic pool in the DNA to give rise to a species, a temporary but tangible part in the passage. The milestone but stands notified as a species.  And these millions and millions of distinct courses in the form of manifestations of energy, apparently linear, are the constituents of the big circle of nothingness. But in this ever-shifting play, the evolution of a definiteness, the cementing of its course, facilitated by the so called gene pool, is tangible as a collective consciousness primarily. A big identity. Simple fact is that, in one particular direction, the flow of matter/energy allows the pathway, like the water channel does for the random drops of rain, for the propagation of a particular species. The overall, tendency which allows this choiceless emergence of such patterns is the cosmic consciousness. The supreme awareness facilitating the establishment of patterns in continuous flow is the ultimate law.
Now just like water in the collective consciousness of an established course, i.e., river, comprises many water molecules, the collective consciousness of a particular species also comprises numerous, individual consciousness. Again under the simple law: whole is just an assortment of parts; part is merely a miniature of the whole. So the individual consciousness also ingrains its identifiable characteristics within the collective of that particular stream. In humans we call it the karmic imprint. It’s an assortment of the processes and stages passed in the early stages of the journey experienced by one individual consciousness.
Like a well established river course is not inclined to take a sudden recourse, the divine momentum in an individual consciousness makes it inclined to retain its course. Consciousness is just the set of an individual course within the collective course of the particular species, the latter itself being an individual consciousness within the super-sea of cosmic consciousness. It’s the self-evolving program running the hardware of energy transformation processes.
These countless strands of individual and collective consciousness, comprising the overall cosmic consciousness, are mere virtual fuel-tanks facilitating the cyclical transformations of energy. Take a small example. A neighborhood woman has very nice emotions for my mother. She finds my mother outside the house and she shows concern for the wild growth there. She has seen a snake there. This information is born of her concern for my mother’s safety. I decide to go out once their chat is over. Yea there is wild growth. But there is something more important. I have been thinking of planting a peepal or banyan plant for some time. I have even sown seeds for it. No germination. A big disappointment. I see a small peepal there. My day is made, I feel so happy. A beautiful emotion born of care and even fear in a woman triggers my little walk to the place and I see the most holy plant in Hindu and Buddhist system of belief. A bird ate a fruit somewhere and dropped its bird-drop and there grows the uncared peepal which won’t grow despite best of my efforts with the help of internet research. Her good emotion for my mother sets in motion a chain of events that will help in a story that started with a bird eating a fruit to the planned replanting of a nice tree and my emotions born of my individual consciousness involved in between. Isn’t the so called ‘individual consciousness’ merely a virtual fuel to facilitate the cyclical transformation of energy around us?  

Saturday, July 13, 2019

The Return of the Natives

A fresh breezy morning. Night blooming jasmine clad in bright green new set of leaves after the spell of autumnal detachment when it shed each and every leaf and looked an old man. Now it's young and sways to intoxicated gusts of mansoon wind. The natives return. It's a spotted munia couple. Beautiful rusty brown birds having a chessboard pattern on the breast. They trill even more beautifully. It's the same branch and the same section of twigs where they had set up a nest last year. I am sure it's the same couple. If I am right then birds seem to have more fidelity than humans because meantime millions of men and women must have parted ways on bitter notes over trivials. Well, none of my business to comment on our foolish ways. I enjoy the making of this irregular globular nest. It's a masterwork in deception. To a predator it would appear like a broken, abandoned nest. In reality, the eggs will be safe in an inner chamber. The father ferries big pieces of grass. He has to pay for his lusty overtures...haa haa. The mother is busy in decorating interiors. She has to pay even bigger for her emotional surrender. Last year the hatching wasn't successful. A squirrel comes and visits the tree. She is just a guest. Not a resident of the tree. I enjoyed the sight of her old womaniah tiktikking...little did I know they are egg stealers also. So she must have been the culprit last time. With the addition to my knowledge about the ways of squirrels, I m better prepared this time. Will keep an ear for the agitated notes of the little birds to find out the cause of distress, like I did yesterday around noon. Busy in writing I heard the plightful softest of notes and ran out to find out the squirrel scouting around the new house in making. Had to chase it away. Lost my meditative balance also by the way. What to do? Have to support the underdogs. A birdi life saved is more important than a squirrel missing a meal. It seems so at least till I cross the final hurdles to beat the paradoxical plays of duality to see everything in the same way. Well, till then the squirrel has a tough time I tell you . I am determined onnmy mission born of emotions for the underdogs. And if it results even in a bump on the lined back of the irritating tiktikking nuisance, whom I found cute earlier but now find a villain due to the addition in my knowledge, I hardly care. I have turned mean in following my basic instincts guiding my emotions for the beautiful birds. I know it will play truant many times. I am but ready for the job. I have a weapon also in mind to punish it with. Taken out a flexible single strand of switch from my mother's Bamboo broom. It's waiting for the culprit. Though it won't harm the squirrel critically but I see it can definitely give her a painful back if she messes with my birdie friends. All the best little couple. Let there be a successful episode in your love tale.


Nice Guys can Win!

You need not be a rampaging bull, huffing and puffing with arrogance, to win. Nice guys can also win. They played like gentleman. No hyperboles. It's possible only if you take yourself to be a human first and a sports star later. They won. And went for a peaceful celebration with the people who matter to them. They are a product of a system that does not promote stardom over the basics of being common mortals. I salute their graceful walks and humble gestures as they moved back to the pavilion as the finalists. Kane Williamson looks a saint on hiatus from the hills who has taken to sports for some time for the reasons best known to himbonly. A pleasant diversion possibly. Whatever the reasons, it's but a treat to come across such graceful persona among hordes of mean machines designed to win at all costs. Grace in both winning and losing is what defines the basic framework of being a good sportsman, or being a good human, more importantly.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

The Firebrigade squad in a beehive

Thirsty neighbors beg for a sip of water. The surroundings are almost on fire. The temperature in shade
is 46 degree Celsius. Everything is on fire. It's matter of fight or perish for the honeybee hive in the
marua and wild rose thicket around the compound wall.
As it happens everywhere, the bravest take up the challenge and volunteer to keep the chances alive by
collecting water. So the “water collector” bees scout for some water source. In this case it happens to be
some buckets left around our tap and faucet in the yard corner. I started to keep a bucket of water all
day to help them in this struggle for survival but found that quite a lot were drowning in their extra
effort to retrieve water. So I tried my level best to keep the water full to the brim so that they perch on
the edges and take sips. Even this wasn't helping much though, so now I have put a cloth on the bucket.
They sip on the moisture and there is less risk of drowning. So as of now they seem to like the water
source and give a happy, excited buzz to slurp up as much as possible. Just imagine the scale of the fight
to survive. These water couriers fly back to the scorched hive and regurgitate water so that the bees
there suck it up. The latter in turn spit it out over the hive. All this is to cool it down.
As per the intangible laws of the existential forces, the water collector bees come to know and detect
the problem when the colony is under the threat of scorching, killing heat. Water collectors are the
itinerant types. The adventurers. They are extroverts and don't lie lazily when the brood-nest in under
threat of heat. They are just on the look-out for water deficit symptoms and straightaway start
collecting water to maintain the hive's temperature
This seems to be lesser sacrifice as the bees are even known to commit suicide to save the colony from
dangerous mites.
Researchers have found that when it becomes unbearable under extreme heat, the worker bees start
soliciting by “walking up to the face of another bee, contacting the bee's antennae with her own and
then extending her tongue between the mouthparts of the other bee.”
This distressed water seeking puts the water collectors into action. So they scout for a suitable water
source and get busy in water-retrieval efforts to manage the hive’s temperature. All this of course is
done to maintain their survival as honeybees collectively, not as individuals. They lessen the
temperature below the deadly threshold which can dehydrate the bee larvae thus killing them.
Researchers have found that the effort to survive is never enough for them. Apart from the water which
gets spread over the hive, some extra cautious and wise honeybees stockpile additional moisture in the
brood comb. And to take it further on the scale of management, some of them store water in their
bellies. Their life and living is at the collective level unlike us.

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Little winged tools of cosmic love-making

Let them live! They are Nature's love-making means to self-sustaining procreation through pollination. They share the bond between two flowers eager to meet, love, create flower and fruits. These little winged Adam and eves are the Angels of creation. Their buzzing sings the song of love and procreation. Their flights symbolize the dancing of two flowers eager to brush against each other, pining to pollinate and procreate. Look deeply into nature. This is the same energy following countless pathways. And love and procreation hums deeply at the cosmic frequency.
PS: These are honeybees and yellow wasps, unnecessarily ill-famed for giving bulbous swollen noses and lips to humans. If you don't mean to be an intruder they are unmindful of your presence, like mine just a couple of feet away. Even the angriest of them always follows the rules of the game, never attack till attacked. So even if an angry one happens to perch on your nose, it won't bite unless you get panicked, and transfer your fear to the tiny helicopter on your nose by taking a swipe at it. Then it becomes a question of flight versus fight scenario. Even in forests animals basically attack only after our panic gets hurled at them through our scared eyes. It lets loose a tiny chaotic storm in the tea cup which may result in swollen lips, bloody screeches on skin or even the end to dear life.