Kopfkino

One humid night outside my front door, I was sitting in boredom waiting for the sun to go down so I could maybe catch the twilight dusk. The sky turned dark pretty fast that day and it wasn't nearly as impressive as the day before. Flies started buzzing all around and to my surprise, were suddenly gone. In intrigue, I looked up. Turned out, the light above the door frame had been turned on. Like a pilgrimage, little bugs from all around flew right up to it and made tapping sounds at the glass casing. At first I felt pitiful. For these tiny beings could only have so much energy and were wasting it for no reason. Almost like they wanted to break into the bulb and touch the filament, they battered their heads on the glass repeatedly. Fluttering their little wings with all their might. It was indeed pitiful to watch. Still is, whenever I see them. Near bulbs, tube lights, signboards or open fires. “How could one of nature’s creations be so flawed?” I thought. Moreover, it wasn’t like m...

Look at your clock. A mortal creation made of crystals, gears and glass burdened with the immortal task of keeping time. Its hands trace their cyclical paths each minute, hour and day. Ticks, tocks and mechanical whirs are the voices we give to time. Ironic, how the same voices poke at our fears. Mocking us for our limited possession of time. Art by Cornelis de Heem You may want to throw your clock out the window or pull the batteries out of your watch. But time moves on nevertheless. Aloof, perpetual and indifferent to one’s sufferings or joy. In our tiny lifetimes when compared to the scale of history, we as a species have created order out of zilch and erected societies, into which we are born today. Capitalist or not, one must agree that at the heart of all this progress, lies money. To deepen this discussion, I shall introduce a friend of mine from another world. Meet Lyra. A celestial entity who lives in solitude through the darkness of space. She knows no concept of death. ...

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...

In the opening chapter, Gregor Samsa is portrayed as a very busy man leading a hectic life as a travelling salesman. He puts up with a rigid schedule and unfulfilling life so that his family may be supported.  He is the only earning member of his family of four and barely ever gets to spend time with them. However, his parents and sister are incredibly grateful and appreciative of his sacrifice for them and think highly of him.  The plot starts off when one day, Gregor wakes up in his room transformed into an insect. He struggles to move and barely manages to get off his bed. His parents are suspicious of his delay to get ready for work and the surprising change in his voice unsettles his mother.  Before he struggles to reach the door, his manager has already reached his home and threatens him with the consequences of missing work.  Already, we are shown the miserable life Gregor leads and gain a feel for the weight of the pressures on him and expectations he carries...