Kopfkino

It's quite wondrous really, How clocks around the world are ticking right now in perfect synchrony. Wondrous how even in such a large world,  We are all nakedly defined by a common present.  A common, now. Wondrous how the sun is setting right this moment, In one corner of the world. While it rises in another, all at the same time. . Perhaps it is all that's left that unites us through the present. Only the sun bears witness to the capering of man,  For the world is simply too large for us. Large enough to let a man in Paris grab an afternoon Latté,  While a woman in Casablanca runs to the sweet embrace of her lover. . Large enough that the loudest sound you hear is this poem, and my voice, Sheltered from the shelling beyond the sea. Large enough that at this very second, There's a little girl with ringing ears, Looking through the rubble, For her dead mother. . Now, when my voice too goes quiet.  I implore you, tell me what is louder. Is it the luxury of silenc...

Song was what they called it. The ones before us could hear it they say. I wonder sometimes,  How must it feel to hear .  To reach in and, Entwine my soul with another creation of god. The ancestors tell tales I don't understand.  Tales of songs, Songs of the waters of the rivers, And the branches of the trees. Songs of beings with no face nor limb. I wonder, What is the colour of their souls, The rivers, rocks and the earth. What do they sing about? What was nature's great symphony. But alas, we are now cursed men.  Robbed of the charm of song. "Do not lose hope little one." they say. Hope to maybe rekindle this forbidden art? but I, I don't know to hope like they do. We spend our days in regret,  Of the sins of our forefathers who've left us cursed, Plunging our arms into the earth, Trying to reach out for something long forgotten. Tremors and vibrations are all that's left, Like a ruinous monument of the past. A dying goddess, and her last breaths, ech...

Having an edge of advantage over another in any aspect, holds far more worth than the word 'edge' represents. The lighthouse stands strong in the stormy seas of time. Be that lighthouse. An interesting pattern that I find in many places is the compounding effect of time on growth and processes. Though scientific methods clearly put down relationships of most phenomenon with time, this pattern is too hard to miss. (Or the reasons for it are still a mystery to me.)  Be it in the growth of civilisations, starting a company or learning how to play an instrument. The act of doing anything.   Let's consider an example. A man has been learning to play the piano for two years. Another man, learns only for one year but has the capability to put double the effort in the coming year.  It would seem by the end of that year both would have put in three years worth of effort and would be equally proficient. But intuition tells us that, even t hough  the latter has worked twic...

  "The best books.. are those which tell you what you already know." - extract from 1984. In today's world, every step we take and word we speak is recorded. We sit helplessly as media being fed to us gets dangerously close to narrow propaganda. Each day we find it harder to raise our voices against our governments which become increasingly dilute and fragmented in their accountability. George Orwell's famous works of literature are, '1984' and 'The Animal Farm', revolve around the harmful by products of an autocratic rule, but strikingly stand out even in the world we live in today.  The word 'Orwellian' is often used interchangeably with 'authoritarian'. But the true meaning of the author's works and what the word stands for is far more interesting and grave. It is also interesting to note that Orwell himself was an avid socialist and his works focussed rather on the harmful consequences of a totalitarian regime where the masses w...

It took humankind 200,000 years to reach a billion in population, but only 200 to reach 7 Billion.. This trend suggests some very apocalyptic images for our future. However, the UN forecasts that the 12 billionth human will never be born at all.  Why and how may this be true? Population explosion is defined as a sudden increase in population of a region due to various catalysts. The first one was the advent of farming which allowed for settlements. And the last two centuries have had some of the most intense developments like the industrial revolution and the rapid growth of advanced sciences. Almost every country in the world goes through a demographic transition which includes 4 phases. In the 1800s, most European nations too had severe poverty, famines, poor health and low life expectancies. A woman had around 6-7 kids but even then only 2 would make it to adulthood. The second phase sees the growth of living conditions in the region…. as we see with the industrial revolution, b...

       Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Mammalia Order: Primates Suborder: Haplorhini Infraorder: Simiiformes Family: Hominidae Subfamily: Hominidae Tribe: Hominin Genus: Homo This, is what a human living today is classified into. You are human. But you are also a 'Hominin', and so was this dashing fellow- Humans have been evolving for about 6 million years now. That's 0.000016th of how long you will be here on earth if you're lucky. We often tend to overlook our roots and where we come from, to give you a perspective, this is how your first great-grandpa probably looked - This....is how your 300 millionth Great-grandma looked!   Hope I could pique your interest! Humans as we know, began evolving separately from Chimpanzees as far as 7 million years ago.  About 20 million years ago, the first shy steps to our evolution began. Proconsuls roamed about peacefully in the trees with no threat of predators and abundant fruits to eat, all this made l...

Whenever I look at some of the old technology, I can't help but think, "That was normal for the time!" Spending several minutes setting up a film roll, or the effort spent on trying to dial in a phone number was never looked at as tedious or time-consuming during that age.  Unless given something to contrast with, any process/thing seems normal for us humans. A similar thought occurred to me when reading a book. Anyone who has seen a book doesn't think much while flipping through it, or writing in it. But for a person in the far future, a book will be looked at the same way we look at stone tablets. Ancient and delicate. This shift to digital media is already underway and I can't help but think, is there a limit? A limit to the extent of optimisation and comforts. Recent previous generations did not know how to carve on stone walls, or thatch a hut. Ours, does not know how to dial a number in a vintage telephone. The future generation shall never know how to flip ...