A child said, what is the grass?(by Walt Whitman)

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full
hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it
is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful
green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,
Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we
may see and remark, and say Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child. . . .the produced babe
of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow
zones,
Growing among black folks as among white,
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the
same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people and from women, and
from offspring taken soon out of their mother’s laps,
And here you are the mother’s laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old
mothers,
Darker than the colorless beards of old men,
Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.

O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues!
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths
for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men
and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring
taken soon out of their laps.

What do you think has become of the young and old men?
What do you think has become of the women and
children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprouts show there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait
at the end to arrest it,
And ceased the moment life appeared.

All goes onward and outward. . . .and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.

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I finally did it!

I was thinking about switching to some different field from quite some time now but I just couldn’t muster up enough courage and tell my parents about it. To be honest, no parent would like hear their son/daughter come up to them one day and say that hey I would like to change my area of study as I have grown bored of it. And my parents were no exception, but still they stood by me seeming less concerned and worried than they must have been. But I had to do it. I had to right the wrong that happened in 2011 when I entered college to study a field that I wasn’t passionate about but which I acquiesced to do after hearing from my family and friends how good prospects it has. How could you live forever with a decision that wasn’t yours? Doesn’t it question your individuality? Doesn’t it make you wonder your existence as an independent person? I mean did my forefathers died for nothing? Wasn’t it the encroachment on their individual lives by the Brits that shook them the most?

So here I stand, on the precipice of change ready to embark on a new journey, one that I have chosen for myself. Though how much would I be successful in this endeavor I know not, but at least I have the satisfaction of breaking away from the shackles which this society, very subtly, has put on me. Whatever I do now and whatever it’s consequences are at least I won’t have to blame anyone but myself for it. And that feels great!

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The everyday paradox!

I couldn’t think of a more apt title than this. Of course it could have been improvised but what is in a title? Some of you might disagree with that, but this is not a post about the “optimum titles” and their importance, rather it is about a much more important aspect of our day to day lives.

SLEEP! Yes, that’s it! The single most important thing that we do during the whole day. It’s more important than whatever work you do. In fact, it’s more important than all of your daily work combined. But why? Well, the neuroscience says that it is during sleep that we build our memories, consolidate the things that we learned during the whole day. So, if a person is not sleeping properly, then his/her ability to recall the things that he/she learned the previous day are tremendously hampered. Not only this, the person’s analytical abilities are also hampered. And if the person is sleep deprived for a long time, then it could also lead to stress and depression and from there to the world of drugs and alcohol. And it’s not that neuroscience has revealed something new altogether. We had long known from our personal experiences, how much a good sleep can increase the next day’s productivity. Shakespeare, in his play Henry IV part 2, writes this about sleep

O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfum’d chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?
2 Henry IV (3.1.7-16)

So much has been written and said to emphasize the importance of sleep, but still we haven’t come to appreciate this fact fully. Since most of us think that we aren’t doing anything while asleep, we have come to regard sleep as a wastage of time. And then there are people, real successive people, like Mrs Margaret Thatcher who once said that “sleep is for wimps”. That’s arrogance right there! The fact is that sleep requirements vary from person to person and one has to synchronize the self with it.

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who says the wars are gone, we fight a war everyday. A war against this stupid society which denies us our basic rights, where everyone tries to exploit each other. They too are fighting a war. It’s an all-out war. There are no clear lines between the enemy and ally, and it seems we are fighting everyone, including ourselves. Our thoughts, ideals, desires, wants, needs they all fight each other. Is this the end? The Apocalypse. Will this lead to the end of humanity?

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Smoke patterns!

As I was sitting on my toilet seat smoking a cigarette, thinking about random things, this particular ring formed by the smoke caught my attention. It started emitting from the front end as I took a puff and then went on to form a slowly expanding ring. And I thought what if the expansion of the universe is based on the same principle? I mean we know it was all gases at the time of the big bang and from there on started the expansion due to which the gases condensed and converted into solid bodies.

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Riddles of life!

Oh man! Life can be so fucking difficult…It’s like a random variable, you never know when and what it might throw at you at any time. Currently I am struck preparing for a job (which I don’t want!) and studying a subject that I am not passionate about. Four years ago, I made a bad decision and as a result of that I have a B.Tech degree in ECE. This is something that I didn’t dream about. And to think that it could all have been averted if I had been a little more courageous. Somehow I feel that right now I am back at the same position as I was four years ago, and I have to make a decision again. And I have the courage now, it will be interesting to see what I will do with it. Will I squander this opportunity again or grab it? If anything I feel passionate about, it is Mathematics! Though I haven’t studied it much, still it somehow manages to attract me, like it has cast some spell on me, pulling me closer and closer… Maybe my screwed up mind is behind all this! I idolize things, and watching movies like Beautiful Mind and Good Will Hunting and reading about prodigies like Ramanujan and Tao, makes me want to be like them! But anyways I want to give it a shot. Maybe it is my passion.

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