Chicken Soup For The Saboteur's Soul

There is no point in reminiscing all this because the main goal was sabotage. People involved in it were/are grounded in reality and wanted to pull out the imaginative ones from their imagination. Well, some people have only one nation left, imagination. I couldn't help feeling the amount of arrogance and pride that was part of me letting me know that "they" are in my home. Pink glasses and Guy Fawks mask and all that. I mean I never wanted to be this much on the ground reality, for work purposes, yes but for nefarious purposes no. There is a constant input of "world is a better place" track, along with the neuro slaps going on in here. I don't mind being a casualty as many like me have probably become. These things are probably a part of plan too. How soothing it is to know that there was a process that can be explained that went into all of this, each step can be pointed out and defined, from beginning of "rang sharbaton ka" or probably from even before that to the present day of neurological slaps, they keep pumping me with "my world can be better" but in a world where so many people are suffering and looking at me it seems most of it is artificial, what's the point in "the world can be a better place". I am the kind of guy who likes war movies, and I would be one of the first to get drafted if a war like situation arrives. With my flat feet and built it would be actually hard to get into warfighting but I would probably do better with intelligence analysis or I would even settle for a menial job if it comes to it for protection of this country, but I am not a fan of war especially after what I have seen in past nine years. When the man with sword loses his temper the one offending him loses a hand. I wish it wouldn't have been as simple as this but it is sadly. All the nonsense is just for one thing, power. Some go for power, some go for pleasure. Love is pleasure, and power is a whole different ball game. Power means the ability to crush your opponents and get what you want, and when you have power pleasure loses its meaning, the pleasure gathered from hard work has whole different taste, while pleasure gathered from power well the taste is not ethical but it's a taste too. The pleasure gathered from hardwork is like mild intoxicants it feels good, while pleasure gathered from power is like drugs like heroin. Sadism and such things, pleasure gained from torturing others, and while you are at it, prove the recipient ethically wrong, but here is the catch, you can create the circumstances where the recipient can become ethically wrong, you did it and so you know it that he/she isn't. A vicious cycle this one because deep inside, and only if you have conscience and not other wise, each time you torture someone you start hating yourself a little more, and then to soothe that hate you torture the recipient a little more to get the high to drown the pangs of what is left of your conscience a little more. And the cycle continues.

Chicken Soup For The Hive Mind

You search for God, but God lies in politics. Have you ever felt the multiple meanings words and phrases emit. How many words can be made from the word Inferno, fern, no, infer, nor, neo and some more maybe. Same can be done with Hindi words, albeit a little differently but can be done. Moreover multiple meanings can be assigned to the same word. The word 'paad' in Hindi can mean intestinal gas in local dialects and common Hindi but means feet in Sanskrit and Sanskritised Hindi. You never knew mental torture can stem for this, but either some genius found out the way to torture mentally with these little things or language was designed with these things kept in the mind. 

It's so strange to realise that hive mind technology exists, the presence of such a technology effectually renders everything that happens outside as drama. Neural impulses travelling in someone else's brain and that person decoding those impulses. Like blood, neural impulses too can be shared and correctly decoded in different brains, it seems, but can the understanding be shared too? A thought in form of an audiovisual in the brain can be transferred into another brain but can the other person understand that thought in the same manner the originator of that thought understood it. Understanding depends on our priorities, our likes and dislikes, our passions. The hive mind technology used to torture the dissenters or enemies, or to extract data from them could have also been used to bring about world peace. But who says there is no world peace. Probably in the higher echelons there already is world peace, probably it's the ones who are in lower rungs of the society who are still struggling, probably that's why Force One and multiple headquarters of NSG are constituted as soon as Hotel Taj gets hit, while people in Kashmir and other places keep dying daily due to terrorism or other reasons. 

Best thing about hive mind torture is that the one being tortured can know what kind of a person is torturing him, one can't communicate without exposing a part of themselves, even if they try to hide they are exposing some thing or the other about their real personality. The thought stealers sometimes have this approach to steal the thoughts that they delude the victim of some imagined sin or crime and while the victim is distraught by the imaginary sin or crime being on his name, they keep extracting his thought and use the data for their purposes. With the presence of a technology like this there is advent of a process called 'data farming'. You don't have to employ people or pay them for new ideas, now you can do that silently, stealing data from their brains, when the subject is not cooperative you can use the hive mind torture to silence the victim. 

USA is much more evolved society than India, how stupid it was to assume that if it still happens there, Indians would follow morality and ethics. The assumptions however was made on the basis of deep cultural history of moral and ethical scriptures, codes and philosophies. One unaware of present realities and rooted in rich cultural history of enlightened and generous philosophies of India can make such mistakes. But the reality strikes sometime or the other, someway or the other. 

The mechanism of hive mind torture employs puns, in which the negative meanings of the words are enforced on to the victim. Enforcement of what can be called as mental audio visuals of negative kind or the kind which the victim detests. Concepts that are frightening, confusing and harmful to the correct interpretation of reality are enforced, until the victim loses his or her grip on reality. The reality is individual anyway, but there can be something which can be termed as functional reality for an individual as opposed to dysfunctional reality. 

The question arises who controls this technology, the government, the corporate or both. The presence of this technology assures that we are all slaves first unaware and then aware, because there is no way out. God may or may not exist, but technology exists, and a medieval mindset with cutting edge technology ensures suffering for atleast the less fortunate ones in the society.

Chicken Soup For The Philosopher's Soul

You think about madness and how it consumes people. You think about little pieces of joy and how they make your life bearable. You think about a lane which are lined by pubs and college going kids play music there to earn pocket money. You think about places where a poor lady sells bread pakoras sitting on the side of road. There are contrasts, there will be contrasts. The cable tv shows programming that is different from twenty years back. The programming has deteriorated in quality. You think all of this is to make people dumb but then you realise with the internet all of world's knowledge is on their fingertips. Only the ones who would watch TV will become dumb, the TV remote gives them choice of what to watch. There are dumb YouTube videos but the choice is again in your hands, you have the choice on where to click, or touch if it's a touchscreen. What if you don't have a choice? What if you are given only a limited set of options. A chemical reaction in Chemistry gives us an idea of limitations, it takes place only in a specific set of circumstances, sometimes it needs a catalyst, sometimes it needs heat, each specific reaction gives us the specific product. Not all substances are reactive, we have to give them specific sets of conditions for them to react. Mental models may not work in the chemical world, they may not work in the physical world either. Earth's gravity is quantifiable and it doesn't really change, we can calculate it as 9.8 m/s. Mind however can conceive anything. There maybe limitations in our mental capacity but our imagination, at least it seems limitless. We can imagine from black holes to girls in bikinis. We can imagine models of the universe, we can ponder on how our universe is. We can imagine about things like fire and time. Let's talk about fire and time then. Fire, in some ways it is the product of the process of combustion, light and heat, but what exactly it is? It is an entity for sure and it is a process too. How did combustion originate? And time? How did time originate? Time, each day the combusting Sun rises and sets. The sun is not rising and setting, it's just combusting, when we knew less, it was rising and setting, when we knew more we realised that it is just burning. Fire is an entity from a common perspective but form another perspective it is a process. Sun is an entity and time is a concept. Fire gives us heat and light and this heat and light when touched with an inflammable substance gives us more heat and light. It converts the hidden energy in that flammable substance into heat and light until it loses its original composition and is no more flammable. The Sun is burning, and it will burn until it's no longer flammable, it gives us heat and light but we don't think of it as just a flammable burning object, we think of it in many other ways too. Some worship the Sun. Most of us use it for having concept of time. For some rising Sun is beautiful, for some evenings are romantic. It's all about perspectives in the end. Time seems like a constant to us because we have designed it like that. It can be like fire, concept for us but it can be an entity or process too. When we wait for someone we really want to meet, time expands, when we talk to someone we really like, time shortens. Our mind manipulates time for us. At a given point in time there are n number of possibilities, n being the number of possible possibilities. We see the world according to our needs and desires, we paint it according to our preferences, but the world exists independent of our needs and desires. The process, the quality of being human, the humanity, causes us to have more needs, desires and wants and we manipulate our surroundings to us. In the vast unknown we (humanity) are functioning on our basic needs and desires and wants created by us (humanity). We make systems for our better survival, sometimes selfish, sometimes for the greater good (of humanity) and sometimes altruistic, we make systems and we keep imploding within while a vast unknown stands before our eyes to explore. Just imagine if the humanity collectively decided to stop the imploding, and decided to explode, or explore. We have won the earth, what if we started to find what this seemingly infinite space, the universe has to offer to us. How strange is it that this universe functions on laws, it functions in a way that can be quantified. How else we would have explored the space otherwise? How absurd is it to think that there is no intelligence behind this universe that has specific set of laws that governs it and processes that can be quantified. The light of stars takes thousands and millions of years to reach us. Sometimes till the time the light from a star reaches out eyes, it ceases to exist. How selfish is it to think that there is a God who watches over us (the humans) in this vast universe and how stupid it is to think that there is no God, no intelligence that designed this intricate system. Compare a human to a micro-organism, a creature that is so small by our standards and then compare ourselves (the humans) to the universe. A pathological microorganism can even take our life and given the social structure we have one man can affect the health of this planet, like a head of a government deciding that his or her country will be fifty percent forests. It is so easy to change the world, just stop the entropy within our social systems and focus on exploring the vast horizons the space has to offer, but we can't do that. We can't do that because we once created social systems and then these social systems demand continuous improvement to keep functioning properly, to keep away the entropy. 

liar

“The most harmful lies are the ones you speak to yourself.”

Lies are generally considered as bad things. They are designed to hide the truth and more often they tend to cause trust deficit in a relationship. But there is another side to the lies. Fiction although a lot of times it is based on truth, is essentially a lie. A lie told to entertain or to educate. Not all lies are harmful, some lies save lives, sometimes in thousands.

Lying to yourself can be harmful because it is here that you delude yourself and once delusion sets in you start believing in it sometimes strongly. A real belief is based on performance, a delusion is just a belief based on false or exaggerated evidence. The delusion can become reality if you have the capacity to perform and if you don’t it becomes your own kryptonite.

Lies damage trust, and weaken relationships. The damage caused by others is repairable if it is not a direct attack meant to destroy you and if you are strong, but damage done by a lie to yourself tend to take you in a deeper pit. The lies you tell to yourself have the ability to drag you to depths of darkness but only if you are a being of light, that is, if you have a conscience.

colder

“There is no point in hating people if you can’t do shit about it.”

Revenge is a dish best served cold. They say. There are people who have wronged you and all you want to do is get even. Sometimes you bite more than you can chew and sometimes that morsel you are chewing on is shoved in your mouth so that you have to chew on it anyhow. Your general feeling about how people actually are depends on the side of people you have seen or the general condition of the world around you. Still, you can choose to like people. You can call yourself a misanthrope due to general condition of humanity around you but still choose to love. Revenge is a never ending cycle but justice is a necessary thing in a sane society. Sometimes revenge is the only way when justice is absent. Hate should never be generalized, not to a group, not to a community, it should be a pin pointed thing, always, to the ones who have wronged you. And likewise, is revenge. Serving it cold is a thing of cruel and demonic people, like honourable samurais, you should take it as soon as possible or when you get a chance, otherwise get over it, no point in hating people if you can’t do shit about it.

gamer

“Knowing the code of the game does not make you a better gamer.”

Skills are important. Different people have different skills. Sometimes you know how a story is going to play out and still you can’t do anything about it. That’s the difference between a coder and a tester, a game designer and a gamer who has the gaming skills.

Love, the most beautiful thing in the world is also used as the most dangerous trap in the world. A love that vanishes is not love at all, it is something else, real love remains, it lingers and it returns when it has to. Real love doesn’t breed revenge, but sometimes despite knowing the rules and codes of the game, one walks into this trap which masquerades itself with the name of love, and what does it results in? It results in a thousand lashes hitting on your psyche at once. It results in demons from hell holding you by your feet and dragging you into the deepest pits of hell and you keep wondering when you knew the rules and codes of the game how did you falter? And the answer is, probably you were in love but on the other side it wasn’t love at all. It was just desire, a desire you fanned, and when the flames grew and consumed you in their hellfire you couldn’t do anything. You just knew the rules of the game, you were not a gamer, and if you were seeking love, you were not wrong at all, real love is not a game, it’s just love.