On the perfect response to life’s most imperfect explanation

"On the perfect response to life’s most imperfect explanation"

Calvin’s Dad: The world isn’t fair, Calvin.

Calvin: I know Dad, but why isn’t it ever unfair in my favour?

There is a notion that the world was written before we knew it, the good and the bad, the right and the wrong. Our doing and the things that can be done and those that cannot be undone. Imagine a handbook to life that reminds you that it's not as simple as it seems. The moments that are fair and the times that it turns unfair.

                                  I wander in the weary nights more often thinking the world around me has a better idea, but I get the feeling they are all looking for it too. The amazing thing about life is that it never stops asking question and it always expects answers.Here's to life

I wonder some nights if we could be friend,

If you would keep your questions aside and just write to me and press send.

Envy the world sometimes with me sit by my side,

Promise me just for today, no matter what you'll always abide.

I wonder some nights if you changed your number or if you simply refuse to call,

The one's that are long forgotten to you, that I hope yet in time you will recall.

Be fair my friend, even if just for a day so true,

Listen to the unfair writings, the jokes and still believe I am still living you.

On the unspoken truth behind the education system

"On the unspoken truth behind the education system
Calvin: As you can see, I have memorized this utterly useless piece of information long enough to pass a test question. I now intend to forget it forever. You’ve taught me nothing except how to cynically manipulate the system. Congratulations."

In the days to come our generation would have passed on things that have been effective only on pages of a book. Worked on issues that have resolved nothing but simply added more to what is existing. Taken smaller steps towards changes, not because we are scared, but because we are urged to take the safer steps ahead. Our own time has fallen to the idea that learning and education are somewhat synonyms to the same cause and effect. We have learned to acknowledge facts but not add to them and yet we keep fighting with ourselves for a change.

In tomorrow's debates and worlds aside we have learned that nothing and no one can be responsible for being how forgetful we have become of the things that do and do not matter. Our knowledge is no longer dredged upon by the curious minds alike but dragged along the sight of ulterior motives that I encourage you to explore.

On providence’s lack of a timetable

"On the falling of sparrows (or providence’s lack of a timetable)
Calvin: Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one."

We are constantly threatened by what we cannot see, hold or touch. Sometimes even bothered by the things we cannot feel. We are worried about the things we wish did happen at the times we needed it the most. About our complains and regrets being heard somehow.

Life is not fair, and it never will let you choose what you can and cannot wish from it. The surprises are the little things in life that catch you off guard, the insights that we find in other people and the little knowledge we gain every single day. Life is truly full of surprises, and not always when you need them. But that still doesn't mean we stop expecting, we stop hoping.

On why we are scared of the dark

"On why we are scared of the dark
Calvin: I think night time is dark so you can imagine your fears with less distraction."

Our greatest victory our closest nights are often found when we knew we didn't give up we put up a fight. Our fears may bind us sometimes when its dark and lonely, when the absolute idea that the nothingness around you is what worries you the most. We fear something when we don't understand something, we fear when nothing makes sense when it is supposed to and we fear because we feel we have no one to share our fears with.

It binds us, constrains us and sometimes limits the flight of thoughts knowing there's nothing or no one to fall back to. I yearn you to dream, to imagine a world where your greatest fear is realized only because you want to face them and to keep a friend around. Even in the darkest nights your fears will only distract you, if you allow it to.

On expectations

"On expectations
Calvin: Everybody seeks happiness! Not me, though! That’s the difference between me and the rest of the world. Happiness isn’t good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"

We are often restricted when we sit behind our desks defining happiness, setting up scale, often not realizing it is simply a state of mind. Our greatest fears, our regrets and our joys are those which are never obvious to you. They strike

 you when you least expect it.

Understand that the most amazing things about life, some of the most beautiful ones in life are about moments that are yet to be realized. They are beyond what we have written, realized or even felt sometimes. We need to be better everyday, we need to be euphoric even if we don't demand it from life sometimes.

On life’s constant little limitations

Few days back I was reading about the 16 best things Calvin and Hobbes said and I said I will pick up writing a little about all of them as I share it with you.

"On life’s constant little limitations
Calvin: You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don’t help."

Doing things your way is always the tougher part, accepting that life isn't about rationalizing things, its about living it sometimes. Life isn't about being right all the time, its about having a game face when you lose too.Friends are never about drawing boundaries, its about crossing them anyways that matters. It's about life's constant constraints that keeps it interesting.

Publishing or Perishing Ideas

We were all born to a time of ideas, as ideas were born to us. We reclaimed scraps , bits and pieces of the science that has been left behind from great thinkers. We have learned to expand upon that work and build as we go along. The idea was to grown in inkling of freedom in terms of thinking, where we hadn't been marred by thousands of pages of what people have already done. Sometimes if not often leaving us with very little to be enthusiastic about and lot lesser to challenge to rectify. The methods haven't grown but the software have, the tools have become simpler and the data sets have become larger in some sense. Though I seriously question the notion of incremental research, it's still research isn't it?       

For those who have lurked the hallways of graduate life, and worked hours in continuation. I earnestly believe you realize the concept  "Every day is a working day". For people who love to experiment I applaud the man hours and the effort to understand hypothesis and the build blocks of science, and for those who keep looking for answers in mathematical models, there's always more simulations to run and get better at. I always wondered is it still science of what we hand out is still pieces of application only tailored to our needs?

                                                We were born to a time of ideas, and yet those are the only things we never work with sometime. For the few who cherish the birth of something new, I applaud your courage and the willingness to go the extra mile. And for those who are buried under literature reviews, and poster competitions, life oddly isn't all about "Publish or Perish", it perishing without something worth wile. In the annals of academia and halls that are decked with grand gestures in science and applications, I find a great divide between intellectual freedom of what can be achieved and what is sometimes allowed to be achieved. For the few who believe that their R(squared) results are statistically significant, I am happy they find happiness in the conclusions that we derive. As far as the rest of the world is concerned science has gone askew from real life , the models don't fit and for the buried souls in energy drinks and coffee alike, there's nothing more enthralling than an idea.

And for the readers who can identify this better, and I quote "What is the most resilient parasite?

An idea, Resilient. Highly contagious"

 Hope we all get infected.

I love you with my words. .

Fading hearts and echoes tonight,
Even songs that don't seem to put me out of my plight.

I listen to my own delight, songs tonight,
That which has long gone and the feelings that have long survived.

I yearn to be a different me every day, one that I might find in you,
How you redefine the way I look, hoping you are looking for something true. 

My hand reaches yours, it grabs a moment that it can hold,
How it waits for the perfect moment sometimes, sometimes just for time to unfold.

You speak to me in earmarked pages of a book that you seemed to have read,
When I remind you, you are like bookmarks in life, that for some reasons will always be kept.

I insist on finding a new world every day, in telling you I am inspired every night,
How the best of me and the best of you, for the best of "us" put up a fight

I love you with no complexities that words can intertwine,
That can make what's close distant; and keep me aloof from this world so mine.

I love you for no reason, there's no reason that I pay such heed,
The reasons might always be there, but for some things there will be no reasons I need.

I love you like music that tonight is somehow not even composed,
Like an idea that isn't born as yet, like a thought that hasn't been proposed.

I write to you with an endless desire, like empty pages to write,
With days that might always stay in our memories still and some that in time have gone by.

I love with my words some that are about love, and yet with no rules for us to abide,
But just a friendship in time that I hope will keep the best of "us" aside.

I love you with complains and regrets that keep the friendship alive most days,
In some reasons that we are imperfect and we keep looking to make the best with that today.

I love you with no reason of mine, to keep you bound and yet so free,
No reason in the heart of time to keep you from even yourself, just for me.

I know not how or when or why the reasons we write but cannot say,
That which remains unsaid , somehow , remains beautiful all this way.

I write to you with no escape from the distant worries that fades your mind,
How I can write to you most days, but how a hug from you feels so warm inside.

I love you with no explanations still, in time my friend I hope we remain the same,
Even if the best of our lives might have gone by, but why we love will always remain.

I love you like endless poems and songs I can't seem to write to an end,
All that I do know most nights is that I love you just the way you are, my dear friend.