Frost , Wordsworth and Mr. Britto

I apologize to every literature lover for any misrepresentations in this post.

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-- Robert Frost


I could not resist my temptation to quote these words of Robert Frost.(PS-> this has nothing to do with snow in Redmond today) These are not just one of his best words but these invoke pleasant memories in me. I still remember my english teacher Mr.John Britto reciting these words to us enjoying every word while doing it. He was one of the best teachers i have had who taught me how to dream.

I always loved to dream -( not the ambitious types :-) ). i always liked to dream while reading a book or listening to music. i loose myself into a fantasy world where i'd be a great singer, a poet walking along fields (Solitary Reaper). or a romanticist admiring a flower (Daffodils)....

i still remember the day when Mr.Britto introduced us to Solitary Reaper.. i was in the last bench that day and it was post lunch session. i could not resist myself delving into dream world.. i imagined myself walking with a bowler's hat looking at a lone reaper having a lone corn stalk in hand and nibbling its end. It was like a magic. i was in this wonder world with Mr.Britto's words building the world before my "inward eye".. it was quite a pschedelic experience.. (ps-> i had curd rice if u must know :-) )

My dream world was suddenly disturbed when Mr.Britto notied my glazed looks. he asked me what i was doing. i stood up and confessed my dream. i expected to be punished but instead told me that it is good for creativity. but told me to concentrate in his words and then dream about later in the day.. i was embarrassed but was also amused at the encouragement. i have not stopped dreaming from then on.

Do try this next time you are stuck in an airport with a delayed flight or in a long bus journey with no friendly travel mate.. they really refresh your soul and bring in a new zest for life..

Maya - The illusion!

Recently a friend mentioned about Maya to me.. (PS-> its not the software!).Its the "Illusion"!!

Maya - check out wat wiki has in store.

Signal conditioning!
This is part of every human activity..
e.g. Food - we like to bake, boil, grill or fry and eat with a garnish. Real ingredients conditioned beyond recognition.

Precis writing - a branch evolved just to limit conditioning
why does a verb need an adverb, a noun need an adjective?
i am not limiting the creativity but pointing out the exaggerations. need for limitless details.. this blog being an example!

Let me stop the digression, getting back to Maya - eternal conditioning of(/by?) senses!
we have seen that condtioning is way of life as far as humans are concerned.

we depend on all our senses (visual,aural,vocal,olfactory and tactitory) to feel the universe.. its like we sit in a room with an amazing home theater system to know wats happening outside. Quintessential question is , does this Home Theater system do any conditioning. If not, how do we disprove it?

i wear spectacles, a common conditioning we know of. What if there are non physical conditioning. Conditioning pertaining to processing the signals or transformations done to damp/amplify the signals.

What if our senses cannot detect signals beyond a certain band of frequency or dimension? spooky!
para-normal, quasi-normal, abnormal - are they conditioning gone berserk??

Matrix - this movie brought in a modern outlook to an old concept. What if? we are victims of mass delusions!

Since, it deserves a blog on its own, let me get back to current hypothesis. we have heard of various psychedelic drugs. What if? we do delude in such a hormone that keeps us unaware of the reality.

What if? the world we see is a world that we actually imagine.
What if? Balaji did not write this blog, but you imagine it to be written in the imaginary world that your senses project before you!!

i will now leave you to ruminate on that!