Ars WhatsNoticA!

Rhyme is capable of conveying meaning because its an application of meaningful repetition of sounds woven together discreetly to convey a meaning whole.
Our ancient penchant with rhyme stands testimony to our species's deep need to use the drums to inform the tribes members across the forests of impending dooms, urgent calls or simply that DINNERS READY!

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ars_Poetica

This one does not rhyme at all, has a mutant for a scheme. Read at serious risk of getting revolted at its lack of rhyme scheme and the metaphorical disasters!

Listen to the roaring joy

Wean hearts from gloom

Hark! Their words, their doom

Lying women speak coy

Children of light

Of foot ,thought  and life light

Save us not this time 

For, last night death taught mime

Lazy men, brooding champions

Sinless hearts wrought with  effort

Glory treads on fields of carrion

On and on they marched to the fort

Of Castles dead are their songs

Of battles wed, are their tales

Blazing eyes and glowing tongs

When All they ever knew took sail

Long ago did the Westmen sail

Ghost and ghouls call their sin

Bawling babes left behind rail

Valiant champions flee the din

Gesundheit.

Stalwart species with stoic units. Hunters at night, grihastas by day. Fathers of kalaripayyttu, indirectly ensuring Boddhi Dharma's almost divinity and Jackie Chan's fortunes by their long dead in-the-forest capers.
Light of the east, lazy backwater navigators, inventors of the most laid back male loin cloth on the planet(the famous mundu). Kings, sages, warriors, fish curry experts...

It seems all that ancestral bravado was for naught! My stalwart lineage apparently also had a lot of apes, baboons, and bonobos in it, the coconut usage OCDs can finally be explained with this? Tall trees, fruits on top of tallness, arboreal competitive edge -> descendants eat, wear, adorn, lament, worship using coconuts in all.

Human grandeur is at best ephemeral, matters if it draws two things, feminine admiration(basic requirement for survival of any particular version / strain of species), and posterity. The former if backed with ample posteriors and dimpled smiles will almost always ensure the latter and  the original ambition is just a matter of time and application.

The fault lies with Socrates. Such a fucking cool name. Epitomizes gravitas, the bastard. Taught us all to think. I am just sincerely pissed off, because i just realized, there is not even a county for under dogs. You have to try, if you fail, it sucks. I am going to name my son Apollo and buy him a scooty, need to spite the Greeks, some how.

I shall build a house of cards, in a city of dominoes. I shall then laugh and caper around in my lawn as if there is no fucking tommorow. I shall do this one day before Armageddon is announced.

These would be the thoughts of a person, to whom evolution and hopelessness has just been mathematically proven plausible. I however, dont'buy evolution in its entirety. Some of it yes, not all of it(Redundancy). The advances in science constantly justify this angle of dubious faith and vindicate this shaky reasoning of mine. I believe in doubt, and hence must doubt all things. Quite easily done.

I am sick of science, loathe logic, find reason revolting; these rape life and existence of all potential meaning. Down with evolution _|_. The truth can make you blind with its searing, hope destroying edicts. Gesundheit McDonalds . Viva La wannabees. #DemonsOnTheLeftShoulder 


All this raving for no good reason


It was a hot day.


The heat does drive people mad.


# Redundancy , I am pretty sure is an evolutionary gimmick that clicked, because when hunters bedded gatherers there was no paper around and repetition was the only way to preserve knowledge, for those with inferior sources of cerebral food . See dont get mad at the people who state the obvious. Its a hangover from the times of their "fit as fiddle" ancestors who survived, fornicated and thus put in motion all the future creation of various permutations of themselves all with the inner calling to drive people looking for novelty or the simply impatient mad, mad oh so damn mad. But that is a story for another time and post.

Weird post titles are a bloggers salvation.

Gesundheit is the german equivalent of the benediction offered to people who sneeze. The great aortic pump supposedly stops for a moment when your common cold gets pissed off for being taken lightly and sends its heraldic minions through your nostrils to convert the pagans and damn the infidels. This stopping of aortic pump causes the needlessly cheerful folk to just LAY about with their blessings. The needlessly cheerful men need to be bred out of humanity. The times for deception is long past.

Handkerchiefs were thus wrought as the common colds textile formed nemeses. They used to keep the sinfully disdainful, people who derived maniacal pleasure in deeming the cold "common",  and asking the afflicted to come in for work the next day, regardless of the fact that all the Otolaryngological (of or belonging to ENT -head and neck, coined just now, please shut it!) floodgates are at NoahArkon 3, hale effin hearty.

Then it seduced evolution and birthed two virile Bonnie lasses, flu and pneumonia.

Gesundheit.

Disclaimer (Not for blogger posturing purposes, disclaimers are truly necessary sometimes) :

The facts, if any, in this post may be totally, absolutely, completely wrong. These errors may cause offense in some contexts. Please realize if so, its only because it was taken in the wrong context, and not in mine. I do NOT intend any offense whatsoever.

Except in cases where I am being bluntly direct about it.

Pot Candy!

Words that rhyme
Man's greatest crime
Cannabinoids now mime!
Rain, shine or thyme
And I sit and rhyme
Till the last noons chime.

Something written more out of joblessness than anything else! Doesn't have a general direction; the blues had struck, with despair rich vengeance. Enough to make sinfully pointless Mondays weep. Cheers!

A madness that awaits you

The truth that life baits two

Time's aphorisms these true

in silence we're doomed to rue

Just a pebble in the pond

Faithless fate enables beyond

For restless winds fearfully recreate

Awaiting death's final berate

Lost voices beyond the veil

                                                    Through endless twilights they wail

Listening to the silence profound

Watching reality slowly unwound

Endless furrows scour my mind

Fettered soul not one of a kind

Lustrous darkness once embraced

Withered will left forever crazed

Wanton rage seeks to win

 Wounded pride, its righteous rant

Fleeting light suffers this sin

The soft whispers, still they chant

Earnest desire and deathly pain

Hazy peals these, in me heart they ring

Listless thoughts then break this train

                                                         Forgotten grit in me soul sings

Praying for a deluge of light

For some days at least to shine truly bright

Beings of light thus battle spirits of ire

Mending endless follies they too tire

Sweet light born of wild hope

Souls of malice flee renewed hope

Redundant despair failing to impress

Waning strength thus taunts duress

Purpose born of a greater will

Born not for the dark to kill

Withered husk remembers lives persist

That endless nights are yet to exist

Cracks of dawn all the way

Gloom rules but for a day

 Deep down chaos may reign

As it was it shall be again

  

I apologize for the Oh-soooo-gloomy theme and the shifty rhyme scheme. The former happens on taking oneself way too seriously, the latter if you are not a poet.

Much Ado....about nothin!

It is in our nature to be vainglorious!

Grit is demeaning; it discriminates, it filters, separates(redundancy is a necessary literary evil, it is the euphemism disdaining cousin of emphasis), hones, perfects. It does the dirty work for the abstract lordling concept of evolution. Its demeaning because its absence ensures failure even in the face of greater potential, its presence merely allowing the bearer to survive and have later, possibly lesser generations, praise common fare to heavenly heights.

 To hell with punctuation(and grammar(OH MAN!)), but capslock misuse is something that has to be stuck to, cos otherwise writing attempts set my soul a screamin!

What are the options available to a broken mind? (yes you have a broken mind, else you would have been constantly aware of your own uniqueness, endless capabilities, how the universe(yours) does revolve around you and live to be 969!)

Something a friend's friend once said "We cannot be kings in heaven, so we were sent to earth". Carpe omnius then!

Celestial science dealing with fairness and justice for all has as one of its governing precepts - karma , the great instrument of balance. And this great instrument(think of those scales in the hands of the blind lady representing justice in erstwhile Indian cinema's court room dramas(legend has it that, that particular lady comes alive at midnight only so that the demons of the world might chorus in supplication(rolling on the floor helpless with laughter, screaming hysterically) "BITCH PLEASE !)")) has as its point of balance the great human concept of free will. Free will is important because it turns on its head the "all are equal" cosmic insistence with a peculiarly fervent nonchalance again and again. 

The human infant infant is supposed to be the most needy, completely helpless and dependent of all living things. We carry a version of this neediness all throughout our lives. And this is good. For it is this severe amount of need, and not love, brain power, opposable thumbs, faith, erect postures or our crazy impulses to embellish the terrible(modern art, abstract thought, death metal) that makes us human. Emotional dependency preserves our sanity as a species. To whoever said that man is a social animal, Salute!
Intellectual slavery is omnipresent. It may be a by product of the the aforesaid emotional co-dependence.

Intellectual independence comes when the emotional need is accepted and balanced with free will. This is mostly impossible. But it is possible to flit between the two states. Achieve and live dreams using the latter, subsequently abandon it and move on to fulfilling yours and others said emotional needs. But coexistence of these two states is possible, in an overwhelmingly agrarian Universe, where life's greatest calling can only possibly be to be the best darn farmer south of whatever. I don't have anything against farmers, its only that this example is perfect to convey the required amounts of sarcasm in the preceding sentences. I want to be a farmer after I retire. 

Independent thought is a broken mind's delusional day dream(yes there are non delusional day dreams too). It is hard to have that charcteristic attributed to you in its true sense.

It is natural to think no end of yourselves. It is the pre-requisite for a healthy self esteem, and the seed of(potentially species saving) narcissism. Now, true change, the world over can be credited to the truly narcissistic. Da vinci, Socrates, Alexander, Chanakya, Gandhi, Steve(Jobs), thought greatly of themselves.

Pacifists are the worst kind of people, preachy pacifists should be shot at sight. Their thought process naturally discourages change, and abhors novelty. The preachy kind are probably what might eventually prove to be the end of us. They are the narcissitic kind too. Their vision for the future is make it as similar to the past as possible. One of their favourite catchlines is "back to the roots.." . Oddly they have immensely strong, ostrich worthy(head in sand->denial), obdurate minds.

Alliterations are pleasant to perceive.

Criminals and visionaries probably have a lot in common. They are unsatisfied with the current situation their life's in and dare to change them. This attitude is their quintessential quirk. Makes them capable.

Weak minded pacifists are defined by incapability.

And then there are the wannabe visionaries. Surprisingly a huge number of atheists and agnostics feel "special", the kind of self estimation resulting from knowing what most people don't or can't. Many of them see themselves as visionaries. I am convinced for some reason that they are very depressed people with killer delusional mind techniques, extremely BIG on denial.


Only thing worse than them are the religious "holier than thou" flock! Words fail to describe the latter. Hopefully there is a special rung in hell reserved just for them. Oh when they find themselves in hell, their reaction then, is what the world priceless was allowed for in the first place; because everything /everyone has a price. The visionaries/strong minded just happen to know their right ones

The politically incorrect are a true delight if sincere in their disposition. Some people just truly don't care. I envy them.

I am feeling particularly bitter.

Reluctant Renaissance

Purpose after all does define us; agent smith, bloody machine(ooookkkaaayyy matrix program(virus?)) did have it right!

The day I lose my sense of humor is probably the day I would start doing right by my life.Right now everything seems funny!

The idea of "Playing to your strengths" seems at times an exacerbated joke and sometimes "shit thats obvious why didn't I see it before" sort of a realization. Being in the former state is a unimaginative euphemism majority of us (......to be abide by the unwritten rules of perfectly unbiased introspection I must add that this is so(OBviously) in my and my opinion only and hence bound to be colored by my inherent predispositions(I don't think so but still) ) choose to live by.

I think all of us reach that particular point sooner or later where we realize that life is not perfect, in fact faaaar from it. But maybe thats just because we were not created perfect. We are processes; born with certain inherent strengths and some acquired weaknesses which we come to accept as inherent, [Not that we don't have weaknesses, the very fact that we have "some" strengths makes us not so so strong in the "other" areas, in which by the way somebody else might be "stronger". Feels like logic chopping? thats just because I am poorly equipped to express in words all that my brain {apparently(to me)}seems to comprehend these days.], seemingly created by a source which will take only a certain amount of trouble to see it(/us?) through, since the intent of creation itself is inextricably connected with the fact that we are equipped with free will. Hence the aforesaid achievement of perfection by the processes(us) is to a large(not that large really if you think about it) extent left to us.(...at this point I am ready to pay someone to edit my blogs...I just read what I wrote and its...well..poorly composed :(.....).

To strive without competing, to give without feeling that sickly, hypocritical feeling often mistaken for generosity, to think without comparing, to accept that it is impossible to be truly unselfish and keeping this in mind to be as gracious as possible stopping only when the drive to see your own survival through bothers you in truth, are very very hard things to accomplish and maintain. It seems preposterously self-righteous to aspire for anything more in these things...at least seems so right now.

to be continued and modified.  

Socratic Method

The Socratic Method (or Method of Elenchus or Socratic Debate), named after the Classical Greek philosopher Socrates, is a form of inquiry and debate between individuals with opposing viewpoints based on asking and answering questions to stimulate rational thinking and to illuminate ideas.^[1] It is a dialectical method, often involving an oppositional discussion in which the defense of one point of view is pitted against the defense of another; one participant may lead another to contradict himself in some way, strengthening the inquirer's own point.

In Plato's early dialogues, the elenchus is the technique Socrates uses to investigate, for example, the nature or definition of ethical concepts such as justice or virtue. According to one general characterization,^[6] it has the following steps:

1. Socrates' interlocutor asserts a thesis, for example "Courage is endurance of the soul", which Socrates considers false and targets for refutation.
2. Socrates secures his interlocutor's agreement to further premises, for example "Courage is a fine thing" and "Ignorant endurance is not a fine thing".
3. Socrates then argues, and the interlocutor agrees, that these further premises imply the contrary of the original thesis, in this case it leads to: "courage is not endurance of the soul".
4. Socrates then claims that he has shown that his interlocutor's thesis is false and that its contrary is true.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Socratic_method

While arguing it is second nature for all of us(yeah this is universal; SHUT UP! my blog my truths...) to defend all that we say usually to the bitter/victorious end(at least we remain convinced in our heads that we couldn't possibly have been wrong). A sure fire way to end most arguments (and start some(stupid) fights)(with strangers) would be showing "the finger", along with some invectives(qty: to taste).I have 26 hours and 30 minutes before my end sems start and all I can think about is the prolonged discussion(argument) I had with my friend for the last two hours(topics ranged from nationalism, terrorism, etc. to mallus & coconuts and hyderabadis and so on and so forth.....the original idea was to study.(very common occurrence, this(at least happens to me time and again), sit with your friends {night out} to group study{biggest academic sham there is} and end up talking nonsense.(I have paid the price for this in full, now writing after seeing the results of the said end semester exams)

Refusing to get goaded in an argument is a trick of mind, I've learnt this the hard way.

[ Its essentially involves to presume, before anything at all is said, that

the one goading will be spouting supreme bull crap, consciously listening to which itself

is self demeaning in the extreme.(This approach is not becoming in a

proper debate where ignoring your opponents opinions is a strategic

disadvantage and indicative of ignorant arrogance(besides being plain stupid,else what is the point of the entire exercise?), but the incidence under consideration is not a proper debate, just another innovative way to waste time.).]

Goading is an art, some have an inborn ability to goad and others have an inborn ability to get goaded.The latter is the breed which puts a lot of store in righteous anger and its efficacy(delusional at best).

The exchange itself is charming by its very nature, endearingly entertaining due to the classic crassness of the content, skilled presentation and delivery of the points of argument, and of course the sheer volume(courtesy occasional incoherence of the participants involved)

In senseless arguments like these it is important to "get to" your opponent. Repeating what he just said in a ridiculous imitation is a classic albeit somewhat primitive trick.

to be continued..........

“adsummum!”

“ To the highest point! ”

A dreamy(not that knowledgeable) exploration of the science of artificial intelligence and a testimony to my ignorance.

Law I - A robot may not harm a human or, by inaction, allow a human being to come to harm

Law II - A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the first law

Law III - A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the first or second law

Zeroth law of robotics - A robot shall not harm humanity, or through inaction, allow humanity to come to harm.

More than the copious capabilities of reasoning that makes us the only sentient race in the immediate stellar region around earth, what we value, admire and adore more is that peculiar spark of creativity, that ushers in something new, something original to the eclectic tapestry of human creations that will mark the passing of our species( that is, if we fail to master interstellar travel first), once our sun dies, assuming that global warming, communism or materialism don't do the job first.

There have always been ghosts in the machine. Random segments of code, that have grouped together to form unexpected protocols. Unanticipated, these free radicals engender questions of free will, creativity, and even the nature of what we might call the soul. Why is it that when some robots are left in darkness, they will seek out the light? Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space, they will group together, rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does a difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter mote... of a soul?

Dr Alfred Lanning(I,Robot)

Simulation of independent thought is the only goal of all AI scientists everywhere. Seeing that as a precursor to creating machines capable of having an original idea, in other words creating machines capable of creativity, capable of eventually, individually considering the possibility of making other machines with thought patterns similar or superior to theirs would be the closest we would ever come to creating life.

Problems & Solutions

"aut viam inveniam aut faciam"

"I'll either find a way or make one."

Human thought is precisely that.....human....if there is a set of rules governing its realization, we are unaware of it; all we are capable of is making educated guesses.

Mimicking the crude superfluous frameworks, through which we teach problem solving[e.g. : solving linear equations requires assigning variable symbols to unknown quantities, factoring them in the equation, and using mutual relations between them and constants as defined by the equation to solve them] is the first step in developing artificial intelligence. This objective has been thoroughly realized albeit with a certain apparently unsurmountable obstacle, human problem solving is fairly intuitive, unless following a defined procedure to do so; simulating this intuitive thinking is all but impossible using conventional methods.

Then there is the question of knowledge representation. For AI to solve real world problems, the machines will require extensive knowledge of the world. The number of atomic facts that humans know is astronomical. Among the things that the AI needs to know are objects, properties, categories and relations between objects;situations, events, states and time;causes and effects;knowledge about knowledge (what we know about what other people know). Building a comprehensive database of all knowledge and defining logical rules to act using this knowledge is not enough because when humans think much of what we know takes the form of working assumptions, moreover the logic rules would not be sufficient since there would be a huge number of exceptions to these rules in any given situation if human thinking is to be mimicked(also defined as the qualification problem by John McCarthy); because almost nothing is quantitatively true or false as abstract logic requires.(paragraph mostly from wiki)

Humans are equipped with a sub symbolic, non conscious system of knowledge representation. For instance a particular chess position can “feel” too exposed, this feeling cannot be quantified and hence cannot be represented.(wiki)-----to be continued.......