Puppy Rays

Faraway, So faraway – that
holds not in a “Far-away”;
Jumping & rolling one over the other,
on a humongous ball of habitat-flame,
busting and bubbling of love;
they commence and arise.
Yet, I be spotted on soil.

Rushing through atoms and quantums,
through planets and moons,
upon the waves of gravity;
as puppy rays, they dash at me,
licking and smelling my buff;
with their visible & obscure anatomy.

While they seep into skin,
negotiating with melanin
to be my blood –
I lay loved,
with floods of felicity,
like recumbent recipient
of light years of fondness.
For my body a world of its own,
in addition to a soul,
for millions of lives,
in the grace of light;

O! Dear Light! I pray sun.
He dashed at me, again
as puppy rays,
licking & smelling my buff;
with all colors of love.


Perhaps naive.

It has naively occurred to me – an interesting intersection of thoughts; in the evolution of life, of human beings. One of typical science, another literature. This is perhaps uninformed, for I’m an expert in neither of them. 😉

Ok. Getting onto the topic –

Life has evolved from mere chemistry to a cell and to an organism. In each stage from cell, evolution has stepped into another stage with the help of a wiser being of that species. Just for an example, if there a new organism evolves from grass-hopper, it will evolve from the one which is wiser enough to evade it’s predator; as that won’t be eaten away by the predators. And evolution, in my understanding, is the first case of data mining and machine learning. If you take neanderthals, who were a comrade species of homosapiens(human beings), were not as wiser as us; and they faded away with time in lesser time; and the wiser species – which is homosapiens, continue to live. Certain percent of DNAs of Neanderthals are available in Europeans and Asians still; to tell us that neanderthals co-existed with homosapiens. Not just only that, but also, interbred. Reference Link

Now the literature, from Julian Barnes – “A History of the world in 10 1/2 chapters”; that makes me feel where the evolution as is, is up to; as the context of word wiser – varying widely between the animal and human beings.
In the book specified earlier, Titanic was taken for argumentation and following is the text from it – “the hero of the Titanic was a blanket-forger and transvestite imposter;  And on wider scale, theorist maintained that life amounted to the survival of the fittest: doesn’t Titanic prove that ‘fittest were merely the most cunning? The heroes, the solid men of yeoman Virtue, the good breeding stock, even the captain – they all went down nobly with the ship; whereas the cowards, the panickers, the deceivers found reason for the skulking in a lifeboat. Was this not deft proof of how the human gene-pool was constantly deteriorating, how bad drove out good?.”

Perhaps the evolution of humanoids has been the evolution of the cunning; which is one of the contexts for the word ‘wiser’. Perhaps, the Neanderthals were absorbed by the predators: we Homo-sapiens.

With this said, I stop here with a mention from ‘When breath becomes air’, leaving you to dive and swim into this interesting intersection of two stream of different shades.

Though we had free will, we were also biological organisms – the brain was an organ, subject to all laws of physics, too! Literature provided a rich amount of human meaning; the brain, then was the machinery that somehow enabled it. It seemed like magic.
-Paul Kalanithi.


Few groundnuts and more thoughts tossed.

Men traveling alone without any female companion in Indian train journeys can rejoice to be in best of the luckiest times if he is allowed to take the seat he is allotted to. “Dude.. can you take that seat instead of this, we are a family?”, “Brother, can you leave the window seat for ladies and take that seat? (which could be near to wash room)”. I haven’t said ‘No’ unless the replacement seat is in an unreachable compartment. It was one of those so many Train journeys where I was asked to take a seat other than the one I was allotted, as it happens most of the time. Compartment was full with people and baggage. No more space for my only luggage to be placed in a non-hindering space; except a fitting gap below the opposite seat. So, I thrusted mine into that and squeezed myself between two fluffy men.

Mister in the right tossing groundnut into mouth told me – “Thambi(Younger Brother), you have so much space in the luggage rack at the top, you are placing it here?!”. He wants to slack stretching his limbs.

While I was looking up there to see if there is any space at all, Mr. at my left said – “No, space there, buddy. Leave it as it is.”

One in right started surging up his volume – “Yes, you can. If you think you can, you can. Push those bags and make some space.” But mine was a trolley, it was so big to push bags and make space for it.

Gentleman at left laughed out loud saying, “don’t be joking”.

I was able to hear groundnut getting crushed harder. I was too weak to portray logic for him then. So, I moved mine to the way path.

Then I slipped into – Dostoevsky’s White nights.

Eventually, a transwoman came clapping; asking for money. Prodding each and every one. They weren’t rude as the ones I have experienced.

At once the transwoman left the place, a women opposite murmured, “Why can’t they go and earn, aren’t they ashamed to beg..” to another lady beside her.

Mr. at my left asked, “What was that?”

“I said, why can’t they go work somewhere and earn..” she repeated.

“Say, you have a shop. Would you give them a job?”

She made a grin, “It depends”

“Depends on what, mam?”, he chuckled mockingly, “They are socially disabled. Ofcourse they should live a life as us. But that depends more on us than themselves. It is your choice to help or not to. But, don’t jump to judgements.”, he told her in a tone to defeat her presumed tidiness.

She whipped her sweat beads of embarrassment. Didn’t talk anything after.

Mr. at my right leaned down from slacking and looked at the Mr. at my left. Perhaps, he couldn’t digest the thought that the one in the left spilled.

Perhaps to leave out of inconvenience created, Gentleman at left started talking to me.. initially asking my whereabouts; for which I answered him only half true. Then, he started talking on Russian literature and Dostoevsky, for half an hour and more.

“Try, Ivan Turgenev sometime”, he said as we shook hands to depart.

“Train commutes are a unique ‘being’ ”, once a friend said. How true!