Physics and Metaphysics

Physics: the science that deals with matter, energy, motion, and force.

Metaphysics: The branch of philosophy that examines the nature of reality, including the relationship between mind and matter, substance and attribute, fact and value.

Strange is the correlation between a practical science like physics and something as abstract as philosophy. Infact even their similar names are suggestive of the fact that metaphysics is something beyond physics. Great literature has been written suggesting this; be it the "Tao of Physics" or the "Dancing Wu Li Masters". Somewhere down the line, study of physics addressing to questions like universe & planets leads to philosophy. Concepts like voidness, the black holes, or the vastness are identified with both. Great physicists have been great philosophical thinkers. When Einstien said "God does not play dice with the universe" or when Werner Heisenberg said "Every word or concept, clear as it may seem to be has only a limited range of applicability", they were probably not speaking of facts beyond the physical world around, but when read with a different eye they provide a depeer sense of meaning.
Theories like Relativity and Heisenbergs Uncertainity Principle suggest the abstract nature of time and space. Although physicists are mainly concerned with rational knowledge and philosophers with more of inherent intutive knowledge, both types of knowledge occur in both fields.
Last but not least; the basic requirement for gaining knowledge in both the fields is passionate thinking and the paths taken by both seem to cross each other very frequently....

Down Under Cornucopia!!

Undoubtedly, one of the best evenings I ever had during my stay in Chennai. We went out deciding to do something different and ended up at Down Under (after a vigorous net search!).
One of the awesome days adding to my memories with the-coffee-table! Never knew I could do bowling even that well, considering the fact that my usual performance in any game (indoor or outdoor) has been unmistakably pathetic :P ! But I think thats mostly becoz of my ambidexterity (rather I would prefer to call it so!). I was a born lefty, changed righty! So other than eating and writing all the other tasks which a normal righty would do with right hand, I do with left.So there is no particular hand of mine which has skill gud enuf to handle a sport, rahter I keep changing my hand and cupping :P.
Btw tat was too much of a digression; lemme get back to yesterday evening. After bowling we played bike racing, fuss ball and pool;All for the first time. Even that was fun because we defined our own rules for each of the games and had an awesome time taking stupid pics and making lots of noise!

Part 2 of the evening was grub! After calling some n people and confusing ourselves and the autowalahs for quite a good amount of time, we landed up at Cornucopia. I went in planning to eat as less as possible and ate more than I could imagine! Surely an awesome place for continental food, esp if you are a vegetarian.
So with almost nill planning and zuk idea about anything, we ended up having more fun than we could ever expect.
Surely, Coffee Table rocks :)

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems,
You shall possess the good of earth and sun.....there are millions of suns left,
You shall no longer take things at second hand and third hand ....nor look through the eyes of dead....nor feed the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself

- From " Leaves of Grass [Song of Myself] "by Walt Whitman

What is meaningful?

I always used to think a lot about the way things are happening in my life or people around me, but for the first time in my life the realisation that I didn't have any 'purpose for my life' struck me hard.Then the thoughts like, "what am I?" or "what do I really want now?" kept taunting me.
Well presently I have no aims and goals to acheive but for the first time some constructive thoughts were crossing my mind. I realised how I wasted all this time thinking about my failures or cursing my luck. Then my mind started wandering as to what I really wanted to do. One thing was sure, I didn't want to take up a 9 to 5 job, earn money and eventually end up getting married to some idiot in an year or two. There had to be something beyond all this. I wanted to learn, to grow and experience life.The stranger the experiences, the better.

And this was not completely out of blue.I think a few things have directly or indirectly contributed to this.
Firstly, everyone in my family was getting settled and there were lots of celebrations. I realised how things will never be the same again. I will be leaving my dear friends in a few months and I'll miss them all. Not even sure, if I'll ever get such good friends again.
But one person was the main reason for all this delibration.My cousin Prateek, who is retarted. He cannot walk and is a slow learner, he is almost 6 years behind people of his age. His parents tried everything they could to bring about a change in his situation, but after a few years they gave up! They gave birth to another child and now the younger child is the apple of their eyes. She is getting everything good, but in this happiness people have forgotton about the poor soul who is paying a heavy price for nothing. His being different from others is not the point, more important is that he is deprived of all the love which is his birth right, for no good reason. He sits all alone in his wheel chair, keeps staring at people or keeps doing his home work. The home work;which is mostly to practice writing alphabets or numbers, at the age of 11!! He cannot write properly but no one seems to help him out. The frustration, lonliness and dejection has made him adamant and rude. He can clearly see that his sister is being loved more than him, yet he never shows his temper on her. He loves her to the extent that every time he gets chocolates on someones birthday, he makes it a point to take two, one for him and the other for his sister!! One day when I visited their place, everyone ws busy as usual and he was doing his homework. I got curious, and tried looking into it. I tried helping him. Initially he wasn't happy about it, but slowly he started listening to me. He started enjoying it and then when there were a few more pages left to be done, he asked me in an innocent tone "chuchi, nuvvu madras velli pottunaava? Eppudu?Nuvvu velle lopu neenu addition nerchukuntana? " (Chuchi, Are u going off to Madras? When are u going?Will I be able to learn addition before you leave?)
I was almost in tears. Just an hour back he was not happy that I was interrupting his solitude and now he wanted me to stay with him and teach him! I kept thinking the whole day. Why was I cursing my life and for what? Could I really do something for him? There were so many people like him, and I kept cursing the world for MY unhappiness!! How mean is that? Its my incapability that I cannot make my life and I was the only reason for all my sulking and cribbing. Whom was I pointing my finger at!?!I surely needed to bring a change in the way I looked at my life.
Then last but not least, the book which I was reading then, helped me see through my completely flawed thinking. I realised that all it needed was to change the way I look at things, to set my priorities right and to do things which are more meaningful to me.
I needed to develop the courage to make a wish and the courage to take a chance to do the right thing. A few lines from a movie I saw yesterday;
" Courage is not lack of fear. It is to take the decision that something is more imporatant than fear. Courageous people might not live long but cautious people do not live at all.The key is to make the journey from 'who you think you are' to 'what you really can be'. "

Irony Irony Irony

It started from the time when my friend didn't board the train becoz she was late!! I just got on to the train and before I could realise that she wasn't there in, it started running. My mom had to jump from running train!! After contemplating for half an hour I rechecked the ticket and realised that I noted wrong boarding time and hence the consequenses!!
This was just the beginning. I caught a horrible cold during the journey and next to my berth was a family with four kids;and by kids I don't mean small cute ones... Quite grown up boys capable of making lot of fuss around( seemingly the eldest one even walks in sleep and the younger ones follow him!!!)
I asked their mother to wake me up the next day morning when the station comes. From the time she woke me up to the following night I had an "awesome" day. Firstly the train didn't stop at Egmore, the usual last stop. Rather it stopped at Chennai Beach (I had no idea where I was). Assuming that no one I know was travelling in that train, I decided to take locals from there. Frankly I could have taken an auto or a taxi but all of a sudden I felt like traveling by chennai locals, for some unknown reasons.So I stood in a queue for a long time to take ticket, and realised it was the wrong one, changed to the right queue which became longer by then. When I asked for a ticket (after about 40mins of waiting) to adayar, the guy at the counter replied promptly " no service to adayar on saturday and sunday. Only upto mylapore"!! I didn't want to walk out of the queue without a ticket after putting so much fite so decided to take the ticket to mylapore since I knew that place and morover it was economical! So I went on a search for the right train, and after about 15 mins of search somebody guided me to the right platform. I went and sat in the train and just when 5 mins were left for the train to start I realised I forgot my big heavy suitcase at the ticket counter!!! So I ran all the way, climbing a flight of stairs and thankfully my suitcase was still there. I took it and ran again and just got in when it was about to start. Now I got a call from dad and he asked me to wait at mylapore station for another 40 mins so that I could get the money back for the unused ticket, since the counter would open at 8am. I was already exhausted due to all that running and after waiting for what seemed like eternity my turn came and as expected, I didn't get the money. They asked me to get it done at the boarding station!!! Now how do I get the ticket there within 24 hrs?!? So they asked me to go to central!! I was too tired to even think of anything except my hostel room and my bed. So I came to hostel from there ( Well the economy thing didn't work anyways because I took an auto from there!). Btw I realised later that 3 of my friends came back from the same train and they actually saw me at the station but they didn't know I was alone!
Anyways,now I had a big task infront of me ; "to go to central"!
In the evening around 4pm,I found out all details and since I usually take a call taxi, I had no idea whatsoever about the buses there. Finally after putting fite for another 2 hrs we reached the place and went and stood at the wrong counter waiting there for half an hour just to know that we had to go to the next floor. That means another queue!! Phew!! Morover only half an hour was left for the booking office to close. Just when my turn was about to come the lady at the counter went off somewhere and came back 10 mins before closing the counter. But no happy ending here either.She asked me to get it signed by the supervisor!!! Now I went to his room just to find his chair empty. Kept searching for him for next 7 mins. And when he came, he blankly denied to sign it. I pleaded him for some time but it was already 8pm and the counter was closed by then. Morover this moron was too adamant to even listen to me.
So we gave up and finally went to the bus stop and started waiting for the bus when we realised we had to buy cake for our friend whose b'day was on the following day and we were running out of time! So we got down at adayar walked all the way to cake world and bought a cake.Fisrt success of the day! Came back and celebrated the B'day to finally cheer up after such a horrible day.

I know my flaws too well...to the extent that its hard to aknowledge good things about myself. To cover up for this insecurity I show extreme narcissism.

The underlying grand reality!

Self analysis is unnecessary thought, waste of time... simply put, bullshit and crap. There is nothing I do other than analyzing every damn failure, just to fail in a different way the next time! What the hell!!!
And wasting all my time over thinking what I have done and how good/bad a person I am, blah blah blah... Where is all this getting me? Nowhere?!?!
Why can't I be like others, opportunistic, manipulative, showing off etc?? I can't do that, I just can't and I think this is why I fail consistently. I always keep saying, play fair, do everything right, don't manipulate others for your needs, win only if you win by yourself and don't otherwise. But the fact is nobody needs my real self! Everyone expects only show off. They want me to make a fool of myself by pretending. I keep saying to myself failure doesn't matter, but god damn it does!!

I keep losing trust in myself....Any damn thing till date has NOT come to me easily. It’s only after infinite fite puts that I get something and by that time that victory will not even matter to me and neither will there be any importance attached to it! Getting things in first shot?!?! You know it’s not me!!
What the HELL, I say; I do deserve something good, and tat too after doing a good job and giving a lot of myself to it I don't understand why I should face all this disappointment.
Now again, one more worthless piece of crap I made out of this blog! Shhh, trust me... never ever be philosophical about life and people around you, you'll get nowhere. Go grab your chance and make it work. Hardly matters with/without morals.... ‘Being truthful and happy by yourself’ all that nonsense doesn't matter. Not even one bit! It’s finally about, how well you sell yourself. This is the final truth!!