Thursday, November 17, 2016

From Fiction to Future

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From Fiction to Future

“A vision is the seed of endeavours, and endeavours lead to inventions.”

Present is always a product of past, but seldom does past play a passive expectant mother, much like how our present is full of active entrepreneurships. But an entrepreneurship emerges out of an unsatisfied individual’s visions, about a future they would rather have than what they would otherwise get. Visions motivate endeavours, and endeavours lead to inventions. Those inventions then build up to a future that ultimately becomes present.

Those of you who read my fiction, would already be aware of my habit of making big scientific suggestions is an un-assuming fashion, as if they are just a part of the narrative and go with the flow. But more often, it is my way of putting my scientific hypothesis out in front of the world, in an entertaining way so that the message doesn’t get lost. So if you are keeping up with the latest in the ‘God of a Man’ series; ‘Across two eternities’; you would have already read about an idea posited by me in its’ third chapter.

The idea relates to transmitting written messages as visible light, straight into receiver’s eyes, where the message is picked up by the sensory organ and sent to brain as a visual message. This message is picked up by the brain as if that individual had heard someone speak it out loud. The finer details are explained therein, but let me just elaborate on what the potential of this idea really is.

Imagine an entire book, rather than having to be read, being beamed straight into your eyes. Now imagine how quick it would be to imbibe knowledge in this fashion, and given that even Einstein barely used ten percent of his brain in his entire lifetime, imagine the amount of information each human being would be able to assimilate. Humanity would straight away become many times enlightened. Needless to say, our scientific advancement would know no bounds from there on. All one would need is to learn a language well, and then whatever knowledge they would need, could be beamed straight into their mind via eyes, cutting out the time limitations.

And that my dear friends, is the door to the space-age; now open!

Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

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Thursday, May 12, 2016

A jar of cookies

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A jar of cookies

“Brick by brick for a castle built, chip by chip shall it may fall.”

One bright sunny morning, a social science teacher in a senior college decided to teach his students an invaluable life lesson. So he set up his classroom before any of his students had arrived, and then locked the door and waited outside. Once all his students had assembled, he informed them his intention to teach them in the college lawn that day, and took them to the college’s front lawn.

After some time he informed his students, “Today one of my friends gave me a jar of chocolate cookies and I thought I’ll share it with you, my students. Now I don’t know how many cookies are in it, for I haven’t looked inside it yet. They feel like plenty, but even if they aren’t, we will share however many there are.” Having said that, he instructed one of his students to go back to the classroom and see if the jar is alright. The student obliged and returned after having a look.

“Was the jar alright?” the teacher asked.

“Yes Sir,” the student respectfully replied.

The teacher then continued with the job of teaching them, but at regular intervals kept on sending one student to have a look at the jar. Finally when the lecture he was delivering was over, he asked the students to follow him back to the class.

Once back in the class, as all the students made themselves comfortable in their seats, the teacher finally opened the jar and looked inside. A smile developed on his face. He called the last student he had sent to have a look at the jar, and asked him to look inside and tell him, “Is this how many cookies were in there when you looked at the jar?”

The students looked inside the jar obediently, and replied, “Yes sir.”

“Thank you,” the teacher replied to him, and then called on the very first student that he had sent to have a look at the jar, and asked him the same question, “Is this how many cookies you saw were there in the jar?”

The student looked inside the jar, and an expression of shock developed on his face. But the student stepped back and replied, “Sorry Sir, I don’t remember correctly, but that might have been it.”

The teacher smiled again, and sensing that his experiment had worked finally disclosed to the student, “OK, I was doing an experiment to teach you guys a very special lesson. So don’t be afraid, and tell me the truth.”

The student, just like others, had already realized that their teacher had been setting them up for something, finally admitted, “I’m sorry Sir, I only took one.”

“Tell us; why did you decide to take one?” the teacher asked.

“I thought no one will notice,” the student replied, “And besides, I thought you were going to give it to us anyway, so it wouldn’t make a difference if I took one. There seemed to be plenty.”

The teacher laughed a bit at first, and then asked the other students, “Is this what the rest of you also thought.” And the entire class, embarrassed as they were, nodded in acceptance of their folly. The teacher then informed them, “This jar was actually almost full, and now it is halfway down.” He then showed them the jar, before proceeding towards a closet in the room where he had set up a camera to record the students’ activity.

Having showed his students the video of their stealing the cookies thinking no one was watching and no one will know, the teacher finally exclaimed, “Think of your democracy as this jar of cookies. Each time one of our generations will take away a cookie out of it, the next generation may not realize it has lost something out of the jar, but ten-fifteen generations down the line, a lot of the goodness the democracy contains, would have already been lost. And the worst part is; those generations won’t even know what they were missing out on.”

And with that he dismissed the class for the day.

Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

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Sunday, February 28, 2016

The curious case of Feminism in a Democratic Court

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The curious case of Feminism in a Democratic Court

“Familism: The future is not just about our daughters. It is also about our sons, and above all, us; the man and his wife. It is about balance, and not prejudices.”

The election season in a democracy can have a very disconcerting affect on things that may have nothing to with the political scene. It can sometimes not really be about the mileage one party can derive or the other party can lose, but it could also be about creating an emotional atmosphere inclined in a particular direction, for that could affect the choice of the unaligned voter; the game changer. But you might ask; what has elections got to do with this piece of writing? Well, that proves my point! But I’m sure this is not enough to answer your query. So let me get into the nitty-gritty.

I agree, even if it wasn’t the election season in the US, Kesha’s case would have received a similar level of attention, and a similar style of support. That’s how feminism has been working; loud male bashing, distorted one sided viewpoints, bullying and outshouting those who raise a valid counterargument, and above all, disconnecting public from reality and making them assume all kinds of things before they start thinking the same way as the feminists would want them to. So now that you get the premise of this writing, let me state what exactly I want to address in this article; the irreparable and deeply concerning damage this dangerous assault on the democratic court structure might cause. Self serving agendas have always been in vogue throughout the history of mankind, and have never been good in the long run!

No, this piece is not about how Kesha’s case is a contract case, and how she can very well terminate the contract and pay damages. Of course, unfortunately for her the damages would run into millions, with Dr. Luke already claiming an expense of $60 Million in creating the Kesha that everybody knows and loves today, and add to it, all the money her contract would generate now that her career has been firmly established. In contract law Court looks not only at the actual damage sustained, but also the damage that cannot be mitigated by finding a replacement. Now imagine getting out of a contract, signing another one that might be a hundred times better, and still ending up spending the rest of your life working hard to barely pay back the damages from the original one. No wonder she was seeking a termination from the court in a way that would let her out as an innocent party not liable to pay damages. But that is not what this article is about. This article is about the way Feminism is affecting the democratic nature of both our society as well as our court system, and about how it is doing nothing but making the society as bad as the male dominated society only except the order being reversed through legal means. But the worst is; this will affect democracy in ways that go much beyond the case of feminism.

Going through social media pages what concerned me the most was, the court didn’t find any merit in Kesha’s case, but feminists had already labelled an innocent man rapist. How is this different from the days when church would label women as witches, or when men would label women as sluts, without any proof? But that is not the worst part of it. The worst part is; this labelling can only be justified if everyone was to believe each and every allegation Kesha had levelled against the man, as absolute truth. What this means is; the man is a criminal unless he can prove his innocence. And I am sure this gives you an idea where this writing is headed to from here on. But let me add that this is not all that is wrong. Even worst; why would one believe mere allegations to be true unless those allegations are presented as a generalized scenario that this is what generally happens. The entire case of Kesha is based on the notion that men generally rape women, and every time a women calls out a man as a rapist, she has to be believed. Now imagine your sons growing up in such a world or for that matter if you are a man, finding yourself at the receiving end of baseless allegations of a woman due to a twist of fate or a political design.

“Believe all women” is the slogan feminists use to press their case against men, although there is nothing in the human history or psychology to suggest such should be the norm. Why not believe all men? Now before feminists start working their brains and listing reasons to answer my last question, let me remind them; all your reasons would be based on a generalization about the entire male population of the world, when they would actually be based on a handful of men. And before you say that all men are alike, let me remind you; every woman in this world knows more men than one, and it might include her own brothers and sons. And if that is not enough to answer your prejudices, let me remind you of how historically women have not only been used as honey traps by men, but have themselves willingly hunted men for their wealth and power; the gold diggers, and the trail of broken homes that they left behind. There have been known sluts, and I can use this word without offending every woman, for they all know this is the truth. Now going by your yardstick if no man can be believed because some are bad, then no woman should be believed too for some women are bad. Feminists are doing nothing, but exactly what men used to do in an earlier society. Is this advancement or return to the old days, albeit on the other side of the coin? While men used to discipline women through physical dominance, feminists are pushing to do the reverse through legal dominance.

Now as I already mentioned, the only reason to find against Dr. Luke in the current case is to believe everything Kesha has stated against him, not because she has presented any proof, but simply because feminists want us to accept their assertion; men generally do that. If this is the best argument to win the case, then imagine all the reasons for which one could be labelled a criminal without any proof. Today it is about women, tomorrow it would be about terrorism, day after political dissent. And I guess you know exactly where we are heading to.

The political powers are already in your telephone, your mobile, your emails, your messages. You are hooked to television which shows slick programs produced on mind staggering budgets, not even realizing they are produced by those who have the big money, and they are not just making the money back with interest, they are also making sure they have complete control of the medium you will refer to when elections would come. And that is not all! You have big corporations like Facebook trying to control your internet too, through great sounding social gifts like “Free Basics”. There are paid peer groups motivating discussion on social media sites like Twitter. Now in such an atmosphere, add a situation where you could be labelled a criminal by mere allegations levelled against you, and you having to prove your innocence. Are we really pushing our democracy forward, or pushing it way back to the time when the crown could get anyone in the public and label them a criminal unless they could prove otherwise? It is not just male rights; it is not just the rights of our sons that are at stake over here. The very future of our democracy is under threat in the light of this mindless assault by women who are motivated by a single prejudice; all men are bad and all women angels.

The very concept of a democratic justice system is based on the notion; one is innocent until proved guilty. This is to ensure that every person would get a fair trial. But feminists have been abusing media power to create prejudices against men, and alter the democratic justice system towards a dangerous direction. This directly affects not only the interests of our sons, but also of our daughters and ourselves, for it erodes the fabric of a democratic structure, rather than taking it forward in a positive direction. The feminists claim they want equal rights, but are rather intent on destroying the same. The future is about finding the balance of interests, of both our sons and daughters. The future should be viewed from the perspective of a complete family. Familism is the way forward!

Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

P.S.: On a personal level, I am a man who wants a good wife. And tomorrow if I have a son, I want a good wife for him too, someone who can take care of him and his home. I am sure every mother would think the same for her son too. But feminism is not going to give any of us that. In fact this post script would have already offended all the feminists out there. So why should I as a man, support it?


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Thursday, December 17, 2015

Ginny, Jade and Santa

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Ginny, Jade and Santa

“Truth resides in what, while learning comes from why.”

It was snowing heavily that night at North Pole. Santa had once again braved the weather and arrived back at his home after delivering all the Christmas presents world over. But something was amiss. Elf Victor knew it the very instant Santa disembarked from his sleigh, entrusting his tired but still vibrant reindeer in the hands of his trusted stable manager. But he didn’t ask the elderly saint a question, and just bowed his head and went along with his business of managing the stables. However, it didn’t take long for all the elves to figure out that something was bothering their beloved Santa, as days went by, but the frown on his face didn’t leave.

With almost a month having passed since Christmas, the senior most elf Gloria finally braved her inhibitions and asked Santa, “Dear Saint most noble, what has been bothering you all these days since Christmas?”

Santa heaved a huge sigh and then looked at Gloria, and with tears brimming up his eyes he exclaimed, “I just can’t face Ginny and Jade anymore.”

“But why?” a shocked Gloria asked the revered Saint.

“I fail them every time,” exclaimed an exasperated Santa, “They are the two most lovely kids in this world, who never tell a lie, who never hurt anyone, and who always listen to their elders, and love everybody true from their hearts, and yet I have failed to grant them their wish every Christmas for the last three times.”

“But why can’t you grant them their wish,” Gloria asked innocently, as she wasn’t aware of what Ginny and Jade’s wishes were, “What is it that you can’t provide to them in this whole world?”

“Ginny’s mother and Jade’s father,” Santa replied with tears rolling down his cheeks, “They both lost one of their parents’ when they were still very young, and every year they only ask for one thing that I cannot give them.”

A shocked Gloria covered her mouth with both her hands, “But you can’t grant them that wish, we all know that.” She then paced around the room a couple of times before asking, “So what are you going to do this Christmas?”

“I don’t know, but I am thinking,” Santa spoke stroking his beard, “I might make the trip.”

“To the pearly gates,” Gloria asked, a big frown growing up on her face.

“Only God can help me on this now,” Santa exclaimed throwing away his hands haplessly.

“But you can’t take that journey. It is just too dangerous,” Gloria insisted.

“I don’t have a choice,” Santa replied looking out of his window, glancing at his sleigh.

“But it takes a hundred days to and a hundred days back,” Gloria exclaimed.

“I’ll be right back in time for the next Christmas,” Santa exclaimed.

“But there’s a ferocious beast that guards the way,” the mere thought had terrified Gloria enough to make her grab Santa’s arms to dissuade him from taking the journey, “Please don’t go! They say he devours alive those who dare to make the journey, their souls going directly to the hell. Such ferocious are his eyes they petrify anyone that dares cast a glance upon him. His body grows with the growing fear of his impending victims, and his breath is deadlier that the most poisonous snake.”

“He’s no beast my dearest Elf Gloria, he’s a king cursed to be a werewolf for eternity, by a woman scorned, the one he turned out of his kingdom for witchery upon innocent civilians,” Santa explained to Gloria in reply.

“The evil Witch of the West,” Gloria exclaimed as she reminisced the story Santa had told her once before, “Didn’t she have three daughters with the king, all of whom turned into witches?”

“Yes she had, before the king found out her truth and cast her away as a punishment, the one that the evil Witch took to her heart and laid the spell on the king,” Santa reminded her the rest, “And now together with her three daughters, the Witches of the East, North and South, she controls the beast and patrols the path that stretches between the heaven and earth, along the milky way.”

“Oh dearest Santa, I beg of you, please don’t go on this journey,” Gloria pleaded with him once more.

“I’m afraid, I have no choice,” Santa exclaimed grabbing his coat, hat and bag in a jiffy, and marching out of the room, a crying Gloria pleading with him to change his mind. But he had already made up his mind, and nothing was going to stop him now.

“Where art thou my reindeers?” Santa called out loud as soon as he stepped outside his house, and in a flash came Prancer, Dancer, Donner, Blitzer, Dasher, Vixen, Commet, Cupid and Rudolph, hoping and dancing.

Elf Victor rushed out behind the nine, and was immediately at Santa’s disposal. Gloria immediately asked him to plead with Santa, to not go on the wretched journey, but nothing would deter Santa now that he had made up his mind.

“Oh holy Saint, if you have made your mind to not turn around your sleigh, then please take this magical moss with you,” Elf Victor exclaimed as he extended out a bag full of the reindeer feed, “Feed this to your nine companions once you reach the milky way. It will make their fur impervious to claws and teeth of any evil beast.”

“Thank you my dear friend,” Santa exclaimed as he got ready to take off for his next journey, “They say once a king ordered every man, woman and child in his land to pray only to him, and to no god. He banished the only innocent child who refused to obey his diktat, into the darkest dungeon, without food and water. The kid prayed to god, who spilled his jar of milk, for milk to flow all the way down to the dungeon, to feed the starving child. That milky river still flows out of the heaven, and to the house of that kid, who now lives in a world god made just for him. God asked him that day, if he would like him to take him out of the dungeon right away, but the child refused, saying if he left without the king having realized his mistake, no one will ever believe in God again. For thirty eight days the kid stayed in that dungeon, but the river never dried. So astonished and shaken was the king by the turn of the events, that he fell at the feet of the child, seeking forgiveness. But the kid said that who was he to forgive him, for it wasn’t him that the king had sinned against. And that is when god took the kid away from the dungeon, in a flash, while the king became a hermit to do penance for his sins.” And the Santa looked away and exclaimed as his sleigh took off, “Don’t worry about me, for God will take care of me.”

The nine companions of Santa galloped away as Santa took out his violin and started playing merry tunes, to make light of the journey. On the sixty eighth day they reached the milky river, and that’s when Santa asked his reindeers to stop in their stride.

“This is where the reign of the beast begins,” Santa exclaimed as he pulled out the magical moss from the bag to feed his reindeer, “Here, munch this magical moss for it will protect you from the evil that lurks along these milky river banks.”

A vile growl reverberated in the sky as Santa looked around to take stock of the surrounds. The nine reindeers trembled in fear, but only once. Santa patted them as he looked around before getting back on his sleigh, “Let’s go!”

But the moment the reindeer started to gallop, the beast sprung out of the milky river and straight behind them, growling out loud.

“God speed you,” exclaimed Santa as his reindeer galloped in unison. But the beast followed them, growling viciously. The reindeer looked back at the beast and the sight of his ferocious eyes scared them. Frightened, they sped up. But the more they got scared, the bigger the beast got, and faster he galloped, gaining on them. And the more the beast grew and gained on them, the more the reindeer got frightened. Santa looked back at the beast, and then at his reindeer.

“Do not fear the beast for he cannot harm you,” Santa yelled, but the fear of the beast had clouded their senses, and the reindeer didn’t pay head to a word Santa said.

Finally the beast pounced on the Santa on the sleigh, but the holy halo around the Santa immediately set the beast’s fur on fire, and he couldn’t even touch Santa. The burning beast immediately jumped into the milky river to douse his flames, and the reindeers heaved a sigh of relief. But their joy was short lived, as the beast sprung out of the river, more enraged than ever. His growl was louder and more ferocious, and scared the reindeer even more. The beast galloped to the front and pounced on Prancer, but neither his claws could scratch him, and nor could he sink his teeth into his fur. He then tried to bite Dancer, and then Rudolph, and then the others, but failed to scratch any of them. The reindeer finally started to gain their confidence. At this point Santa started playing a merry melody on his violin that cheered the reindeer up even further, until all their fear was lost and the beast was no bigger than the size of a small dog. Donner immediately picked the beast up on his horns, and threw him playfully up in the air towards the others, and the reindeers started a game play of catch and throw with the beast, as they marched along their way.

“Enough,” finally Santa exclaimed, and Rudolph tossed the beast towards Santa, who immediately opened the mouth of his bag, and the beast got sucked into it. The reindeer gave out a cry of victory as they galloped away.

But unknown to them, the four witches had witnessed the fate of their beast. The four immediately emerged out of shadows laughing hysterically, their evil laugh drowning away the melodies of Santa’s violin.

“You think you are too smart and strong,” the evil witch of the West exclaimed, “But none has ever gone past our way before, and so won’t you.” And with a loud war cry, she let out a magical beam from her wand straight at Santa. Santa however immediately grabbed his own shaft and defended the attack. Not impressed, the evil witch fired a salvo, but Santa defended it all. Seeing their mother fail in her mission enraged the three daughters, and they too joined their mother, and all four of them simultaneously attacked Santa, from four different directions.

Santa immediately closed his eyes and cast a spell that created a magical protection layer all around him, his sleigh and his companions. This layer negotiated all the attacks the four inflicted upon them, and Santa’s journey continued uninterrupted. Their unprecedented failure enraged the four witches as they gathered together to figure out a way to defeat the old man.

“He has got the power of truth and good protecting him. We can’t beat that,” said the wicked witch of the East.

“But such power does not work on innocent beings and inanimate objects,” the wicked witch of the South exclaimed.

“That is so true my sweetest and most evil daughter,” exclaimed the wicked witch of the West with a grin on her face, “And I think I’ve just got the plan to hurt him now. Follow me!”

And the four witches flew away as the mother lead them to an asteroid belt.

“Here lays the mine field that would destroy their train,” exclaimed the wicked witch of the West with a loud evil laugh, “Come; let’s rain meteors on the caravan.”

And the four witches immediately set on casting a spell on the rocks, changing their course to aim at the galloping caravan.

“To make this a success, we will have to be one with the rocks,” exclaimed the wicked Witch of the East, as the four laughed out hysterically, before turning into rocks, and then flying towards the Santa.

“Oh my god, that’s not the way the meteors should be coming,” exclaimed Santa as he saw the approaching meteorite shower.

But the spell cast on the meteors had made their approach so quick and hard, it gave no time to Santa to avoid them. His sleigh ran right into the middle of the rock shower, as pieces of rocks started hitting Santa and his reindeer mercilessly. His protection didn’t work on inanimate objects. He tried in vain to fend off as many as he could by swinging his shaft, but he had been caught unawares and unprepared.

“Quick! Into the milky river,” exclaimed Santa to his reindeer, and they immediately followed his command and galloped straight into the river.

“How do I find them hiding in rocks?” thought Santa to himself, as he caressed his wounds with the milk flowing around him. But tending to his wounds gave him the answer that he needed, “Real rocks don’t bleed!” In a flash he was back on his feet, “Out of the river now.” And the sleigh was back on the path, and the meteorite shower returned too. But this time Santa was ready. He swung his shaft so hard and fast, it started shattering each and every rock piece that dared come near his caravan. Didn’t take too long for him to have hit all four of the witches, who cried out in pain, and Santa found out the rocks that bled.

Santa immediately opened up his bag, and the four mighty rocks that were much bigger than the bag, got sucked into it one by one. And Santa immediately tied the mouth of the bag.

“Hey holy man, please let us go, we plead of you, we are sorry,” pleaded the four witches one by one, as they realized they were now caught.

“Why should I release you, the evil ones,” asked Santa in a roaring voice.

“Please forgive us for our sins you kind man, we promise never to repeat our mistakes again,” exclaimed the wicked witch of the West, “My daughters are bleeding, and so is my husband. Please have mercy on us.”

Santa thought for a moment and then said, “OK! Let me first heal your wounds first.” He then closed his eyes to say a spell, and then exclaimed, “Each one of you will now have a bowl in hand, full of magic porridge, that would heal your wounds.”

“Yes, kind man, yes indeed,” exclaimed the witch as she and her daughters and the beast could be heard eating porridge.

Once they had finished eating porridge, Santa continued, “Let me first release the beast, but not without undoing the wrong that had been done to him.” And then he cast another spell before opening up the bag, and the righteous king emerged out of it.

“Hey kind Saint, how can I ever repay you for your kindness,” the king exclaimed as he knelt down in front of Santa.

“Rise oh king,” exclaimed Santa, “I have not only removed the curse, but from now you will have the power to change into the beast form and back, at will. Continue to use your powers in the service of God, protecting the way to his abode from evil souls, but do not harass the noble that fly past from hence forth.”

“As you command my Saint,” the King exclaimed, once again bowing his head.

“Now let me release your wife and daughters too,” exclaimed Santa.

“What do they mean to me now holy Saint,” however exclaimed the king, “They are evil incarnate. What good will they do for humanity, and why should I forgive them?”

“You should forgive them for forgiving starts a new life, while reliving keeps the war alive,” Santa replied, “Besides; your wife had no choice. She is a fairy who was cursed by an evil witch. And fairies are your daughters too. Let me set them free, like I’ve set you.” And out came four beautiful fairies with magic wands and wings, the prettiest of them all, their mother.

“Hey holy man, how shall we ever repay you for your kindness,” asked the fairy mother with humility.

“Simple; keep doing your job of keeping the way safe for the noble souls,” exclaimed Santa.

All five of them bowed to Santa and flew away, while Santa’s reindeers galloped away towards the Pearly gates.

On the ninetieth day they arrived at the pearly gates, still ten days away from the god’s abode.

“Hey holy Santa, what brings you here?” asked the gatekeeper as he recognized the revered man.

“I need to see god,” replied Santa.

“Yes of course, please carry on,” exclaimed the gatekeeper as he let Santa’s sleigh carry on.

Finally Santa arrived in God’s court.

“Santa, my beloved child, what brings you to your father?” exclaimed God as he opened his arms to embrace his child. But Santa fell on his feet.

“I am not worthy of this honour father, but I am honoured to know that you hold me in such high regards,” exclaimed Santa as he sobbed.

“You are my sweetest,” God exclaimed, “Tell me, what brings you here.”

“I need your permission, to take Jade’s father and Ginny’s mother back to them,” Santa replied, wiping his tears.

“But I never stop anyone,” God exclaimed, “They are all free to leave whenever they want to, and yet no one leaves.”

“But why?” asked a surprised Santa.

“I don’t know,” exclaimed God, “Why don’t you go and ask the two people you came here for, and let them tell you why they don’t go back.”

“But where will I find them?” asked Santa.

“Back where you came from,” God replied with a smile, “They are always there, with Ginny and Jade, all the time.”

A surprised Santa got back on his feet, “Then how come none of us sees them.”

“Because they don’t want anyone to,” God answered, “But this time, I’ll ask them to show themselves to you, to reply to your queries.”

And Santa bowed to the God, and flew back.

On the two hundred day of his journey, Santa was finally back on earth, and at the playground where Jade was playing. And there by the side of the tree he was, Jade’s father, watching his every move. Santa walked beside him, but he didn’t notice. He was lost in watching his son.

“If you love him so much, why don’t you return to him?” Santa asked him, breaking his trance.

“Why should I?” replied Jade’s father, “Now I am there with him all the time, watching him grow, make friends, play, study and grow big and strong. If I go back, I will not be able to be with him even a fraction of this time. I will have to go to work, travel everywhere, and miss all his games, never pick him up from school, or sit by him. Life takes me away from him. But now I am here with him all the time. Why should I miss this beautiful chance of being with him all the time?”

“But what about him?” asked Santa.

“I know it is hard on him,” nodded Jade’s father in agreement, “But then it also makes him a stronger person. Knowing that I am not there makes him take care of himself. He is learning how to stand up for his friends, and how to make good friends. With me around, he will remain weak; something I don’t want to happen.”

And Santa finally realized why Jade’s father didn’t want to go back. He also knew what Ginny’s mother would say, but still went to Ginny’s piano lesson, to catch up with her mother.

“Isn’t she an angel sitting over there?” exclaimed Ginny’s mother to Santa, “Now imagine me at home, preparing dinner for the family; I will miss all this fun. And of course not to mention, with me around I will definitely be her best friend, and then she will never learn how to make good friends with other girls. Every time she wins a competition, I am there to watch her, but she thinks no one is there who feels proud of her. It makes her dissatisfied with her current success, and makes her yearn for bigger glory in search of satisfaction. She is growing up to be a champion. Why would I want to ruin that?”

And Santa wiped away his tears as he left the mother with her daughter. His heart was heavy, but he was satisfied. He now had a gift each to give to Jade and Ginny the upcoming Christmas; a personal letter from Jade’s father and Ginny’s mother.


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Thursday, September 17, 2015

Blinding Education (Paper Tigers)

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Blinding Education
(Paper Tigers)

“Education should not be an assembly line production system, destroying individuality.”

A cell, a unit of life, can be defined in four words, as I just did here, or an entire line, paragraph, chapter, or even a book be written about it. A cell, a unit of life, is made up of many smaller structural units including nuclei, mitochondria, ribosomes, DNA, RNA, vacuoles etc. A cell, a unit of life, can also itself be a miniscule part of an entire body of a multi-cellular organism, for which it might be nothing more than a disposable entity, like the dead epidermal cells of the skin, or it may have a really vital role to place, as an ovum in a female. A cell, a unit of life, if I was your educator and I asked you to go and do a thorough research on some aspect of it, saying that you are free to choose what you want to research about it, for I intend to develop and test your research skills, and that I will be judging you for how deep you can go with your research, which aspect of a cell’s existence would be the right one for you to pick?

That last one above might be a question that you would want to ask me. But then, I am not judging you for what you find out about the cell, or what you have to say about the cell. I want to judge you for how good you are with your research skills. My inquiry is not as to what you find out about the cell, but about how adept you are in researching facts and coming to conclusions, were you to be put in a real life scenario, which may be totally unrelated to the existence of any cell. Of course, the quality of your research will be a reflection about your ability to research, but does that really limit the choice of what aspect you may wish to research? Perhaps if I said that your research should only be confined to biological sciences, it might be a limit, in the sense that if one was to go truly deep, then at the end of the chain of a cell’s existence are macro-molecules like proteins, fats, lipids and carbohydrates etc. These molecules are further made up of atoms, which have sub-atomic particles like electrons, protons and neutrons that can further be broken down into quarks. But if you were to go and do a deep research on atoms and sub-atomic particles, you would no longer be in the field of biological sciences. You would have transgressed into the field of particle physics, not even chemistry.

But what is the point of this example?  Perhaps it would still not be clear at this point, so let us dig a bit more into this example.

Let us say that one of you decides to do a research on cell’s internal organization, and one of you decides to do a research on cell’s roles in various capacities in a multi-cellular organism. Both of you can go as deep as you want to in either direction. But say I have put a limit on how many words you can use to explain your findings. Given this limitation, say the one working on internal organization decides to pick up just the mitochondria inside the cell for research, and the other one decides to list all the kinds of the cells that could be in a multi-cellular organism. So what would happen when the two would compile their reports? The one who would research upon mitochondria would fill up the report with various facts about mitochondria, which would give a detailed account of one aspect of cell’s existence. The other however will fill up with short accounts of all the different kinds of cells that could be found in a multi-cellular organism. The point I want to make originates from this point onwards.

A poor educator or academic would judge the two reports differently. For him or her, the detailed account of a cell’s mitochondria would represent a more comprehensive research, while the fleeting reference to various kinds of cells in the other report would represent a superficial research lacking effort. However, it is not the student but the educator who has failed here. How, you might ask!

To explain, let us consider the second report. Being a functional part of a multi-cellular organism is as much a part of a cell’s existence, as its internal structures. Of being more than one in kind is also an equally important part of the cell’s existence. And without thorough research, none of this could have been identified by the researcher, and the report details the various kinds of cells effectively. So, not only the report is well researched, but it is also of the same value as the other. However, the educator has failed not because of having failed to judge the value of the report correctly. Rather the educator has failed because the educator forgot what the objectives of giving out the assignment were. The educator failed to take account of how much research was done, and whether the two students were adept at going deep in whatever direction they chose. Magnifying a tiny dot in the picture for evaluation, and evaluating the entire picture, and perhaps how it fits with its environment, all three of them involve equal levels of skill. But the point here is not just about the failure of the educator. The point here is also about the failure of the modern education system, which I would for the time being address as western education system.

As an educator with a sizeable experience behind me, teaching science in a high school in rural India, that too after having had all my education in English all my life, and then imparting the science education in Punjabi, I have never been impressed by the western education system. Let me sum up what I want to talk at length in a simple sentence. While the western education system is busy spoiling the student with all the freedom at the school level, it is out to destroy everyone’s individuality beyond the school, churning out similar products out of every stream, like an assembly line production facility. Let me break the two for explanation.

Schools and homes are the nurseries that raise future citizens. A discipline at these two places inculcates the respect for law, so that the naughty kids going through the school pass out as responsible adults headed into different economic directions. “Spare the rod and spoil the child” is not a proverb that equals to destroying individuality. As long as the child is free to pursue their talents and abilities, no freedom is destroyed. However, behavioral correction at these two institutions is reminiscent of the work that legal system does outside these two places. Breaking the law has consequences, and discipline at school and in homes represent a schooling that develops this understanding and respect, so that the individual does not have to go out in public and test the consequences themselves. However western education system has removed this vital function from the equation. The results are reflected in both the levels of delinquency, as well as general irresponsible behavior by young adults. This is the first stage of failure for the western education system.

The second failure occurs at post school levels, where the same individuality that was upheld at the schooling level, is severely constrained throughout the higher education process. Institutions are busy churning out professionals who do the same things, in similar ways, that confirm to a similar existing pattern, with any change being looked down upon. The higher education style in western system has indeed degenerated into an assembly line production facility.

The example that I have used above reflects this failure in ample terms. By making everyone learn how to focus on the tiniest details, the western education system has made their products incapable of seeing the bigger picture. To put it simply; they are simply not accustomed to looking at the bigger picture. And this is the reason why even though the western democratic structures are deteriorating fast and bad, yet no one really sees it. Now I will talk about the “Paper Tigers” in a moment, but let me explain this statement first.

About six or seven decades ago the western academics went around the globe, telling all and sundry as to how great the capitalistic society is, and how any man can dream big, and then provided he works hard, he can convert those dreams into reality. Today their current torch-bearers are going around the world telling how great Corporations are, and how the best thing that you could ever achieve in your life is securing an underpaying job with one of them, a job that will barely fulfill your desires, let alone make you capable of raising a family, something which a married man could do in India on his own means even two decades ago. What these torch bearers don’t realize is; these corporations have grown so big that they have effectively started replacing your democratically elected governments as bearers of opportunity. Have a look at the list of top 500 economic entities based on GDP, and you will realize that out of the top 180, nearly 120 are corporations some of whom generate more money than nations like South Africa, Philippines, Malaysia, etc. In simple terms, one of them could have easily bought any of these nations and run it for free. However unlike the governments of these nations that cater to the needs of millions of people, most of these corporations barely employ a few hundred thousand workers, most of who don’t get paid enough to manage a family on their own. But this is not the worst aspect of the “bigger picture”.

Back in the days when kings and queens used to rule aristocratic societies, feudal lords owned all the land and opportunity. The rest of the people were peasants who used to work for them in various capacities. This is what modern western capitalistic societies have become today. But the western academics won’t notice this. They are too busy researching micro-economics!

At this point however, it would be unjust if I don’t talk about the “Paper Tigers”, and give them their due credit that they so desire. So who are these “Paper Tigers”?

“Paper Tigers” my dear friends are the academics who write the same stuff that I write in my blogs as well as talk in the videos. In fact, they might have already written a lot more than what I have written in this blog thus far. Yet no one knows what they have written!

“Paper Tigers” are the academics who write not because they want to change the world, but who write because they want to satisfy their conscience, by writing the truth and publishing it in a discrete publication that not even everybody in academic circles reads. They are tigers for they talk the truth, but made of paper for they don’t have the guts to say the same things openly in public forums for they are scared of ruffling the feathers of high and mighty, lest their careers should come crashing down to the earth. They are the cowards who have historically made no difference to the fate of their fellowmen, like Aristotle and Cicero, two very well known gentlemen, hoping and wishing that one day many centuries later, human posterity will re-visit their works and hail them as great visionaries of our time.

No, you can’t have my respect!

I am a man of honor, who still believes men have honor, and that men live, die and kill for honor. The only men who don’t have honor are feminists and academics, the two groups who never had the guts to go to a duel to settle their scores. The only men that write how men have no honor, and how men don’t fight for honor, come from these two groups. Look at my personal website, and it will bear a testimony to what a man of honor does and how he reacts. You didn’t need to read this article this far down to get that idea.

Now let me return to the education.

Now if someone was to come and say that I’ll provide you the best education, but you will have to give up your individuality, I will not blink an eye before showing that person the closest exit. But with a Bachelor of Science, a Bachelor of Education and a Master of Forensic Science already backing my name, there is not another degree in this world that I need, to establish my academic credentials. However, the point I do want to make here is; what identifies me as a man today are not these qualifications, or what I was taught, or what I learnt in my educational institutions. What identifies me as a man is the individual that I am. Nobody taught me politics, social science, economics, music or literature, yet I’ve done work that covers all these fields. This has been possible because none of my teachers ever tried to mould me into a particular person that would satisfy the professional needs of an industry. The result is a man who is capable enough of satisfying any industry’s need. The determining factor is my individuality which is still intact after all that education.

Now if I am going to teach your educators and academics as to how they should do their job, shouldn’t I be getting more money than what I already am?

Fatal Urge Carefree Kiss “Amanpreet Singh Rai”

                                   


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