Light and dark, hot and cold, God and the devil

Got this in an email. Very interesting…. Read on. A Professor of Philosophy speaks to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD, the ALMIGHTY. He asks one of his new students to stand and . . . Professor : So you Believe in GOD ? Student : Absolutely, sir. Professor : Is GOD Good ? Student : Sure. Professor : Is GOD ALL – POWERFUL ? Student : Yes. Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm? ( Student is silent ) Professor : You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, Young Fellow. Is GOD Good? Student : Yes. Professor : Is Satan good ? Student : No. Professor : Where does Satan come from ? Student : From . . . GOD . . . Professor : That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this World? Student : Yes. Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct? Student : Yes. Professor : So who created evil ? (Student does not answer) Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don’t they? Student : Yes, sir.. Professor : So, who Created them ? ( Student has no answer ) Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD? Student : No, sir. Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD? Student : No , sir. Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter? Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t. Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM? Student : Yes. Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son? Student : Nothing. I only have my Faith. Professor : Yes, Faith. And that is the Problem Science has. Student : Professor, is there such a thing as Heat? Professor : Yes. Student : And is there such a thing as Cold? Professor : Yes. Student : No sir. There isn’t. ( The Lecture Theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events ) Student : Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don’t have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it. ( There is Pin – Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre ) Student : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness? Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn’t Darkness? Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something¡­ You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn’t it? In reality, Darkness isn’t. If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn’t you? Professor: So what is the point you are making, Young Man ? Student : Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed. Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how? Student : Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do y! ou teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey? Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do. Student : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? ( The Professor shakes his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument is going ) Student : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and Cannot even prove that this Process is an On – Going Endeavour, Are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? ( The Class is in Uproar ) Student : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor’s Brain? ( The Class breaks out into Laughter ) Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . . No one appears to have done so. So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir? (The Room is Silent. The Professor stares at the Student, his face unfathomable) Professor : I guess you’ll have to take them on Faith, son. Student : That is it sir . . . The Link between Man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that Keeps Things Moving & Alive.

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At Me … A Geek … No way!! Sangfroid said

He was elated. He could not believe his eyes. Keen to show it off, he let his flatmates have a dekko first. They drooled. Excited with their response, he rang her.

He covered her eyes, as she entered his room.
Switching on the light, he let her see.

She shrieked! His funky was her yucky.

and I though

Brushing her hair aside, She pressed resume on her pod. She looked at him then looked down. Slowly shaking her head she sighed. She left.

He cursed google. He though may be Emo really isn't Goth after all. His friends recommended googling ~Vamp.

He googled suicide.

 

I love that blog and eagerly away each new one of his(?) creations. And they say that mimicry, however lame, is the highest form of appreciation in nature. :)

Reading: 2 States by Chetan Bhagat

Yesterday evening I got a bit of time and was able to spend it burning the midnight oil finishing Marooned in Realtime. I have to say the massiveness of the plot was really staggering. Time didn’t go over in years but in Mega years. To help you imagine, that is so fast that land will appear to be fluid before your eyes!

It was thoroughly satisfying and now I can safely say I have read ALL the stuff by ‘Verner Vinge’.Had some heavy dreams after that but I will live..

Next up is the recently arrived ‘2 States by Chetan Bhagat’. I couldn’t resist reading it a bit today morning. There are a couple of things I really liked so far.

The first is how in his work, the girls are so outgoing and bold. (A beer she said, did you hear? A beer!) and the boy is so down to earth (after all he gave up his rasgulla to her.. that is a huge sacrifice). I wish girls in India learn to be such way. It is hard for the boy to do all the work and ‘no’ is not really a response that girls have to fear.

The second was his awesome one liner – I sat between Kanyashree and five Mohits.. !! Literally made me go LOL. And he hits the hammer on the nail with the ‘sitting alphabetically’ Indianism. There was only one thing, which India student uses words like liberal-art? I mean I wish we did, as is evident by my last post, but we don’t.

All in all, It was quite good and really hard to put down just after 10 pages but, alas, one has to go thru the formality of working at their job in order to be able to actually afford spending time reading. Whoops circular dependency.

One neato thing happened though. I bought the book at infibeam for 70 bucks and got a 70 bucks gift cert with it. The offer is still there.

Hoping to get more time soon and meeting the book again at ramming speed.

I, Indian

We all love to call our country incredible, great etc but is it really so? Remember that a country is just the collective average of its people.
Most days I am patriotic in the morning but a hater by the time I go to bet at night. But that just may be because I am an optimist in the morning. There are some days when I am so angry or depressed to be an Indian. Amardeep writes about this topic sometimes. Here are some of my thoughts about being one:
Corruption – No introduction needed there! But there is that extra mile people go that really makes me mad. I can live with bribing for getting a wrong thing done or for getting something done faster but why the frak do they want a bribe for doing the right thing the right way, i.e. their job?  It kills me a little every time someone (mostly a gov employee) demands such action to do what they are already getting paid to do!
Red Tape – There is so much of red tape in India that it is incredible that anything gets done at all. I think if one collected all the documents and forms one had to fill in their lifetime and sell it to the kabadi wala, it would certainly cover the cost of one’s funeral. But what really gets to me is the sheer impotence of  such stuff. For e,g. if you need to get a new utility service(telephone, electric connection etc) then you usually need a notarized declaration of some kind or other. Every time, you just have to give the notary or an agent 50 bucks and they will write even their own mother and father over to you. You can feel the pointlessness of the document even before you get it in your hand and submit it.
हमारी मात्रभाषा – How many people would you say you know, with whom you can have a decent conversation other then dumb joking between guys, saas-bahu between girls and pointless conversations between ‘grown ups’? Is there anyone with whom you can really talk about life, purpose, nature, emotions, science, god and such real topics pertinent to one’s existence? What really gets to me is when I hear people actually talk about this stuff.. notice how they tend to switch to English just as they get to such a topic or try to express themselves? Our vocabulary in our own mother tongue is so low that we cant have a real discussion in it! I didn’t used to notice it earlier but since I am in touch with some foreign people at work and love to show them stuff from India like videos etc, the first thing I get is how odd it sounds to them the mixture of English in Hindi which we talk.
Pretentiousness – We Indians live to be pretentious. Had to look around for a while to come up with this word but it is the right one. Anyone who has communicated with or met ‘western’ people(again) would know what I mean. I really hate it but the sad part is I do it too. Someone need to teach us to keep it real!
There are so many other things  that I could add here but, well, I am not writing a book . May be a few more in short:

• Incompetence is another one  and I don’t just mean incompetence of people who provide service or sales, also talking about general people.
• The hero is always the good guy even when he is the bad guy.
• We love to keep our home clean but throw the garbage right out in the street, literally and figuratively
• Asking ‘thoda aur?’ when serving a guest and the guest saying ‘nahi bas’. Repeat 10 times. 
• How many would help a stranger even of it is a small thing? We are happy to just walk by
• We so proudly hold ‘Our Culture’ as an the winning argument when anyone compares our country and it's people to others. Not even 1% of those really know ‘our culture’. And, what do u think the other people are machine products? They have their own culture too!
• Formality of life, we study as a formality to get out jobs, work as formality to get our salary, spend it as formality of social acceptance…...and so on

All this make me so sad. I still feel strongly patriotic, even if only sometimes, and I feel like I want to help to improve our country. But the really really worst part of this all is, when someone really takes initiative no one really supports them other then saying ‘yes yes’ as a formality and laugh at them in private. To add to the worse, most such people do it for selfish reasons in the first place!

Reading: Marooned in real time by Verner Vinge

A couple of days ago I finished reading The Peace War by the same author. He is such an awesome writer that I lack the words to explain his work. Just read it to understand.

The new thing he introduces to us is a very different approach to time travel. Not really time travel but …. well no words to explain. It is called a bobble. Time stops inside it and it reflects everything perfectly so it is blood warm to touch.

 

 

 

So since the world could not get enough of it, he wrote a sequel titled Marooned in Realtime and it also top rated. I have begun reading it and feels every bit great…

 

This is the last book by this author that I haven’t read but it is going to be awesome. Hopefully he will write a lot more

Real Experience

Sometimes it feels good, or rather right, to feel sad. It might happen after a dream but only if you are fortunate enough to remember one after waking up. It might happen if you remember a college crush or a romantic movie scene. May be even after  just seeing a stranger, maybe a girl, do a tiny thing like flick her hair in a certain way or walk by you.   Of course, you have to be open to these tiny suggestions of the universe in order to grasp even a wisp of this ‘real experience’. Otherwise they become everyday distractions which we brush away so easily in our hectic life. Very few people are fortunate to realise that, if you do have such a moment, it can be like a rebirth and revitalization and, may be, just enough to get you thru life up-till the next such moment. It is a realization, that the chaos is not so chaotic if one has a complete view of it. Exactly what most movies try to do, they show us actions, events and emotions that are not completely visible to the characters. Like a sacrifice one made for the other but the other doesn’t understand that and reacts unfairly. That is to say, the complete view. How many times we see tiny things of personal importance that might be ‘random’ to everyone else. Those tiny things can leave deep marks in our souls and are very hard to share, simply because we lack the ability to share raw feelings and have to dumb them down into words, expressions and touch. It is a subconscious goal of life to search for such events hence bringing to life – love, god etcetera A flying bird, a fluttering butterfly, a dream or even the essence of its leftover feeling, a song, a video or a blog post (to be fair to the technological world), a gesture of a loved one are a few of the obvious ones. I am sure only some readers will actually reach the end of this seemingly pointless/random/chaotic post but that is the point isn’t it. Try to remember one such moment and I will guarantee that the you will feel the rest of the day in a new light. It is not difficult, you just, like looking at abstract art, have to keep you inner mind open and fill in the blanks with what is important to you and the result will be a ‘personal’ view of the chaos… PS: I have a lot of odd things to write about so keep you mind open to true experience.

तस्वीर तेरी दिल में, जिस दिन से उतारी है

तस्वीर तेरी दिल में, जिस दिन से उतारी है
फिरून तुझे संग लेके, नए नए रंग लके
सपनों की महफ़िल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में, जिस दिन से उतारी है
फिरून तुझे संग लेके, नए नए रंग लेके
सपनों की महफ़िल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में

माथे की बिंदिया तू है सनम
नैनों का कजरा पीया तेरा ग़म
माथे की बिंदिया तू है सनम
नैनों का कजरा पीया तेरा ग़म
नैन के नीचे नीचे
रहूँ तेरे पीछे पीछे
चलूँ किसी मंजिल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में जिस दिन से उतारी है
फिरून तुझे संग लेके, नए नए रंग लेके
सपनों की महफ़िल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में

तुमसे नज़र जब गयी है मिल
जहां है कदम तेरे वहीँ मेरा दिल
तुमसे नज़र जब गयी है मिल
जहां है कदम तेरे वहीँ मेरा दिल
झुके जहां पलकें तेरी, खुले जहां जुल्फें तेरी
रहूँ उसी मंजिल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में, जिस दिन से उतारी है
फिरून तुझे संग लेके, नए नए रंग लेके
सपनों की महफ़िल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में

तूफ़ान उठाएगी दुनिया मगर
रुक न सकेगा दिल का सफ़र
तूफ़ान उठाएगी दुनिया मगर
रुक न सकेगा दिल का सफ़र
यूं ही नज़र मिलती होगी
यूं ही शमा जलती होगी
तेरी मेरी मंजिल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में, जिस दिन से उतारी है
फिरून तुझे संग लेके, नए नए रंग लेके
सपनों की महफ़िल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में जिस दिन से उतारी है
फिरून तुझे संग लेके, नए नए रंग लेके
सपनों की महफ़िल में
तस्वीर तेरी दिल में

Song-Tasweer teri dil mein jis din se utaari hai (Maaya 1961)
Singers-Lata, Rafi, Lyrics-Majrooh Sultanpuri