Creativity

UNDERSTANDING BIG BANG:

The BIG BANG has always been a mystery for us. Who is the creator of the universe. How was it created ? Who was the creator?If at all there was a creator who created the creator. It has been the very inconceivable idea for scientists to assume something coming out of nothing. Initially earth earth was supposed to be the center of the universe. The people believed that the all planets revolve around the sun. Ptolemy gave the concept of epicycles and eccentric to explain this and intelligentsia of that time , moreover the church as well, accepted this fact with no reservation. But Copernicus and kepler , after through experimentation proved that the universe is sun centreic and all planets revolve around the sun.
Now the question arose why don't the planets collapse? What is the vital force that keep than planets separate. Why don't they merge in to one single entities. Newton removed the drape from this ever irritating conundrum. Newton expounded the theory of gravitaion. He said that there is gravitational force that keeps the celestial bodies apart. Einstein on the other hand contradicted with Newton as he propunded and proved that Newton's formula and gravitational theroy wirks only if the gravitaional powers are lesser. In the wake of enormous gravitaional forces Newton's law of gravitation fails.
Till this time scientist were of the opinion that we have only one galaxy that is the milky way. They discarded the existense of any other galaxy. Hubble has been the greatest breakthorugh in the field of astronomy he invented the telescope and found out the distance of a Nabulae(constellation of stars) he calculated the age of the universe to be one billion years. During the time of hubble there had been major breakthrough in astronomy unraveling the many aspects of celestial bodies and their movements. Meanwhile Einstein expounded the theory of relativity and gave the concept of time dilation. Till now there were two beliefs about the universe. STATIC model and Dynamic Model. Einstein supported Static model and Hubble was of the opinion that universe is dynamic. He proved that there are many other galaxies in the universe and they are moving apart. He proved this with the help of doppler effect. In the mid of this there was an interesting riddle, as  a result of the invention of radioactivity the earths age was calculated as 3 billion years ,on the contarary the age of the universe was calculated as 1 bilion years. This was an enchanting paradox and the entire scientist fraternity came forward to solve this. Lamattre was the first sceintist who envisaged the BIG  BANG. Now how can a universe contain the celestial bodies leesse=r than it's own age? Hubble pondered over this problem and eventually he found a deffect with his calculation. After lot's of deliberation and scientific endeavours it was recalibrated and the age of the universe settled down somewhere between 10-20 billion years. Now this problem was resolved. Now hubbled accentuated that the cosmic bodies are moving apart. He measured a REDSHIFT in the movement of cosmic bodies and concluded that the galaxies are moving apart. That signifies that if they are moving apart some point of time in the past they would have been closer..and a long way back there must have been an entire congrgated massed which otherwise would have implode and all the celestial bodies started moving apart from that point of time. This fortified the BIG BANG concept. In this regard,was Hubble's contribution to the world of astronomy has been unputdownable.Still Einstein belives in the static model of universe and in one scientific sabbatical in CALTECH he disparaged Lamatre for his futile intervenation with respect to BIG BANG.
Now there were lot's of hurdles in the path of this theory to be proved as sublime and reasonable. The radioactivity paved the path. Scientists said how the elements like Helium, Barium , carbon, neon would have originated. So later on it was prooved that
One baruim+ two helium atom can make a carbon 12 atom in the severe temerature and conditions.
So these kind of stopping stones were sweeped of by the scientist as the time passed.
Einstein opposed the dynamic model of universe and in order to prove that he incorporated a cosmological constant in his general theory of relativity.
After a ling time Einstein accepted the theory of dynamic universe and he named his perversity towards the theory of dynamic universe to be the biggest blunder of his life.
In the end the BIG BANG model was accepted by the scientist CLAN though there are few who still oppose this..
There have been many interestin fact that came out in the entire story of this Paradigm Shift which happened over a period of 200 years starting from Aristatchus and ending to Stephan Hawkins who has give theories to expalain time and space.
One of the interesting fact was that Michelson Morely spent 10 years of his life that there is a  medium called ether through light travels and eventually he landed up with the conclusion that there is no such medium exists.
Another one is about Rutherford who proclaimed that physics is the only science and any other science is useless, he ended up getting NOBLE in chemistry.
This entire perigrination was fraught with spine chilling experiences and iconoclastic results.
At the last when POPE accepted the BIG BANG.
One guy went up to him and asked?
If everything was created from the BIG BANG who created the concentrated point which imploded.
The Pope replied sarcastically, The God created the universe and made earth, He created heaven and he also created hell for the people like you who ask this kind of question.

There are still some questions.
What was there before BIG BANG?
What was the time at the moement of BIG BANG?
Did clock show time as ZERO?
And many more..

LOST IN THE MAZE :

This is an effort to establish connection to the supreme i.e. The GOd..

Don't take it as sadistic or some inance creation..
 

Scrounging for the things, those were always mine.

Lost in your memories, looking for the forsaken time

I felt joy even on my demise (enigmatic enough)

But I fail to see indifference in your eyes (perpetual enough)

Expectations make me sick, I am not a sage.

Lost in the maze, which I myself have made,

Lost in the maze, there is nothing to crave,

Lost in the maze, no way to escape,

Lost in the maze, I choose becoming a slave…………….

Convulsions of your electrifying face (extremely beatific)

Dew on our lips, multiplying your grace (elegantly terrific)

Situation so complicated, so hard to face (I am all set to fight)

Promises so sublime, so hard to break (but isn’t a trite)

One glance rendering the urge to speak,

Eventually all things turned out to be bleak,

I am surprised enough, yeah I am electrocuted,

I still remember my all the moves, so subtly refuted,

Expectations make me sick, I am not a sage.

Lost in the maze, which I myself have made,

Lost in the maze, there is nothing to crave,

Lost in the maze, no way to escape,

Lost in the maze, I choose becoming a slave…………….

I am lost in the bliss now, divine intoxications

My soul is raising high with never before escalation,

Pain is vicious; I get rid of its all ramifications,

Probably in this way I’ll find some day exuberant salivation.

Scrounging for the things, those were always mine.

Lost in your memories, looking for the forsaken time

I felt joy even on my demise (enigmatic enough)

But I fail to see indifference in your eyes (perpetual enough)

Expectations make me sick, I am not a sage.

Lost in the maze, which I myself have made,

Lost in the maze, there is nothing to crave,

Lost in the maze, no way to escape,

Lost in the maze, I choose becoming a slave…………….

Convulsions of your electrifying face (extremely beatific)

Dew on our lips, multiplying your grace (elegantly terrific)

Situation so complicated, so hard to face (I am all set to fight)

Promises so sublime, so hard to break (but isn’t a trite)

One glance rendering the urge to speak,

Eventually all things turned out to be bleak,

I am surprised enough, yeah I am electrocuted,

I still remember my all the moves, so subtly refuted,

Expectations make me sick, I am not a sage.

Lost in the maze, which I myself have made,

Lost in the maze, there is nothing to crave,

Lost in the maze, no way to escape,

Lost in the maze, I choose becoming a slave…………….

I am lost in the bliss now, divine intoxications

My soul is raising high with never before escalation,

Pain is vicious; I get rid of its all ramifications,

Probably in this way I’ll find some day exuberant salivation.

Her words could not be deciphered by his grey sense or rather he was determined not to understand anything but the fact that he loved her more than anything existing.

Ross Speaks.

Ross continued with an assertive way. You know what does it takes to abase oneself. You one what does it take to sacrifice your self-esteem, ego and pride for something that you firmly believe worthy. Self-abasement is self-annihilation that you do only when you have the conviction that your self is worthy of being sacrificed. Love is exchange of values. I offer the most valuable things to you, I offer something that I die for, and I offer something without which I can’t live. I offer you my self-esteem, pride, ego, I offer my oxygen. I sacrifice myself on the alter of love because I derive a pleasure from that which I can not weave in to words. When we chose to annihilate our most valued tenets for somebody and consciously chose that path which eventually leads to pain and sufferings, elicits the real love. You are asking me for the very thing which is the most difficult for me to offer. You asked me for the hardest task ever but I do perform it for you.

WHEN YOU ARE IN LOVE ( a poem)

A VALUABLE FEED BACK

IF its bcoz of his eyes or his lips or hi great looks its not love ...its Lust

DESCRIPTION ::

I describe a girl with impeccable stature and immaculate face, her sound still reverberating in my imagination with sweet and mellow percussions as if coming from infinity, though I had a short encounter, effect has been everlasting, indescribable by any standard, unuttered by any dialect, unexpressed by any gesture, nevertheless never artificial, encumbered with super confidence and laded with the airs of pomposity. Ostentation defines it’s own dimensions, Very true. those perfect curved , sharply line lips with perfect edges sprouting the airs of mellifluent wind, face with grave look though cheerful, depicting picture of the thousand words ,still so serene so calm with utmost gleam and composure. The ineffable shine in the almond like eyes, circumscribed by the black shining eyelashes adding to the beauty and aggravating the state of the viewer. Curly hairs kissing the well nourished cheeks as if protecting them from contamination. Well nothing more I can say

DISCUSSION WITH DESHDEEP

Today I would like to share with you a beautiful thought that elicited from the discussion I had with one of my friend.

God is the universal creator. We all are his creations. No doubt his panache is unputdownable.

He has given us father,mother,sister,friend and each and everybody is endowed with different properties.

All of them possess different characteristics and elements.

In this way God has transpired  his traits to us through these elements and properties.

In this regard we are like spoon-feeded as we have got each and everything ready-made.

On one point he has left everything on our discretionary power to find s’thing which compliments us encompassing all the properties and traits of Father,mother,sister,brother,friend.

Consequently,there has to be an alloy consisting all the properties and qualities of the aforementioned elements that we want and that very thing we have to search ourselves and the moment we get it ,we must never let it go at any cost.

This is what I wanted to convey.

IGNORANCE

You know that you know the known,

But who will account for the unknown,

That frightens you in the starless night,

Wakes you up sometime from nightmare,

Crawls on you in the wintry morning,

Realizes you of somebody else’s presence,

Though you are alone, speaks to you,

Though you have ceased to listen,

Loves you though you have repudiated it,

Hates you though you don’t deserves hatred,

How will you know it’s a dream or reality?

Neither can you measure its treacherous love,

Nor you can gauze the amount of love engulfed,

Who will measure the amount of fidelity?

Your heart beat, or the sonorous traffic outside,

That insane man, or that insouciance slut,

The voice of apprehension coming from inside,

Or the stentorian words of self-praise,

Or the sensation of being deprived of the life,

All the reasons will resign to the fate eventually,

The tapping of your fingers on the vitreous surface,

Vibrations evoked from the inner tribulations,

Or inane speculations of your sane mind,

This is neither my whim nor mine ignorance,

Rather this is something raving at my core,

Fraudulency has already made you its prey,

Finding impossible distinguishing among the grays,

Layers of truth wrapped on an invidious lie,

Which apparently you find difficult to defy,

All these deliberations go in to vain,

No matter which move you take

The end remains the same,

You know that you know the known

But who will account for the unknown,

 BOOK REVIEW (VERONICA DECIDES TO DIE)

What is life and what is death, what does it mean dying gradually, dying in bits and pieces and how does it feel like being a corpse though your breathes have not surrendered, stoical though you have not succumbed to the emotions, alienated though you have aligned yourself to the expedient way to live a  somewhat vacuously-fraught life (which you think is vacuous , might be true, might be false , no deliberations ,as mind is not intelligent enough to demarcate between the two feelings, one of death and the one to live) . How would it look like when you decide to die , perhaps you realize that you are living for no reason, or you can see through the reticulated mesh of life , it’s pain, it’s pleasure, it’s robustness, it fragility, nevertheless you are conceived of the fact that it is fraudulent enough to escape from it altering the very nature of your birth which entitled you to live for some reason , hollow may be, abstruse may be but definitely not advocates self-immolation for some make belief world of your own understanding and few  chronic misconceptions about life which have fulminated in terms of your decision of self-annihilation, self-destruction and in a less venomous diction a naked, cruel, irrational suicide.

The idea of suicide is not cognizable under rational ground but is rationality the only way to think to live or to thrive is it only the elixir sufficing human intellectuals need and betraying its basic instinct for the least cause. But when you come out from the curvature of time and space you would discover the truth about being something other than sane and intelligent. The world of inane, insane, self-sufficient (on the contrary as they need not to be told what they have to do) people who are mad by their choice not by compulsion, because they find the world of madness more sanctified, more transparent, more cogent than that of the world built upon some virtual reality, ornate outside, and hollow inside, the world fraught with charlatans, imposters, and self-righteous braggadocios who genuflect before the reason, the greys, the knowledgeable. Have you discovered the madness about yourself? The madness that come down from your core and  bedraggle you from inside pout with the panacea of insanity  and you find yourself flying high in the sky touching the zenith of space and encompassing all the happiness un to your wings, hindered by none, bolstered by your vision of paradise and guided by you conscience, floating on the ice bergs, wandering in the sprawled green fields , and all these hues are natural and soothing to your eyes , you feel as you have taken new birth shedding your old itching skin. When you commit suicide out of madness and you wake up knowing that ironically you embraced the madness itself, through this gesture, you remain awestruck and an alien delight is savored by your senses, the delight that can be experienced by you only, and the delight that is known to you only.

Deceived by your own modus-operandi you enter in to the realm of madness and discover that being there is much better than the world of people of substance as they call it. The protagonist commits suicide in the quest of her vision of paradise and by virtue of depravity she is saved and find place in an asylum where she explores the in finite possibilities of life smeared in madness and encapsulated in insanity. There she meets people from gamut of professions being happy as if they were untouched by gloom since their birth. Another person suffering from schizophrenia, who has gone mad just because of the fact he has not able to pursue his dream, he had to run away from his very nature which eventually haunted him and he goes insane. One fine morning when he wakes up he find himself debilitated, not being able to behave as normal people do.  He is a great painter , he forgets everything when he paints , he paints his vision of paradise, his dream filled with passion and at that moment he enters in to the fourth dimension belying the hands of the clock. He finds resort in a mental asylum where he is intrigued by protagonist Veronica , a green eyed, brown hair, 24 years old, crippled by her prime, exhausted by her trauma, who committed suicide and was saved, who didn’t have wish to live but forced to ramble in this eternal quest of pleasure, perhaps this was her destiny.

Another lady who used to be a great advocate choose to be in asylum because she finds the world of mad people much better than that of the normal and sane. A man is victim of his own choices, truly. The young schizophrenic guy Edward, oblivious of the love of Veronica apparently, is fond of music and finds himself in trance when he hears piano played by veronica though deep inside he loves her, can not accept on the face of it, can not express that because mad don’t have any opinion. Love is in its sublime form, devoid of any carnal pleasure, not seeking any reciprocation, independent of any attachment and dependent on just devotion respect and self-love. Love is an untamed animal. If you try to control it destroys you, if you try to imprison it enslaves and if you try to understand it it leaves you confused and lost. That is the very nature of love if you don’t think it‘s is nothing and if you do, it is a fulmination of the ad –infinitum possibilities. This time again Paulo Cohelo enchant the reader with his awesome writing style with impeccable blend of philosophy and sense of humor.

What is life and what is death, what does it mean dying gradually, dying in bits and pieces and how does it feel like being a corpse though your breathes have not surrendered, stoical though you have not succumbed to the emotions, alienated though you have aligned yourself to the expedient way to live a  somewhat vacuously-fraught life (which you think is vacuous , might be true, might be false , no deliberations ,as mind is not intelligent enough to demarcate between the two feelings, one of death and the one to live) . How would it look like when you decide to die , perhaps you realize that you are living for no reason, or you can see through the reticulated mesh of life , it’s pain, it’s pleasure, it’s robustness, it fragility, nevertheless you are conceived of the fact that it is fraudulent enough to escape from it altering the very nature of your birth which entitled you to live for some reason , hollow may be, abstruse may be but definitely not advocates self-immolation for some make belief world of your own understanding and few  chronic misconceptions about life which have fulminated in terms of your decision of self-annihilation, self-destruction and in a less venomous diction a naked, cruel, irrational suicide.

The idea of suicide is not cognizable under rational ground but is rationality the only way to think to live or to thrive is it only the elixir sufficing human intellectuals need and betraying its basic instinct for the least cause. But when you come out from the curvature of time and space you would discover the truth about being something other than sane and intelligent. The world of inane, insane, self-sufficient (on the contrary as they need not to be told what they have to do) people who are mad by their choice not by compulsion, because they find the world of madness more sanctified, more transparent, more cogent than that of the world built upon some virtual reality, ornate outside, and hollow inside, the world fraught with charlatans, imposters, and self-righteous braggadocios who genuflect before the reason, the greys, the knowledgeable. Have you discovered the madness about yourself? The madness that come down from your core and  bedraggle you from inside pout with the panacea of insanity  and you find yourself flying high in the sky touching the zenith of space and encompassing all the happiness un to your wings, hindered by none, bolstered by your vision of paradise and guided by you conscience, floating on the ice bergs, wandering in the sprawled green fields , and all these hues are natural and soothing to your eyes , you feel as you have taken new birth shedding your old itching skin. When you commit suicide out of madness and you wake up knowing that ironically you embraced the madness itself, through this gesture, you remain awestruck and an alien delight is savored by your senses, the delight that can be experienced by you only, and the delight that is known to you only.

Deceived by your own modus-operandi you enter in to the realm of madness and discover that being there is much better than the world of people of substance as they call it. The protagonist commits suicide in the quest of her vision of paradise and by virtue of depravity she is saved and find place in an asylum where she explores the in finite possibilities of life smeared in madness and encapsulated in insanity. There she meets people from gamut of professions being happy as if they were untouched by gloom since their birth. Another person suffering from schizophrenia, who has gone mad just because of the fact he has not able to pursue his dream, he had to run away from his very nature which eventually haunted him and he goes insane. One fine morning when he wakes up he find himself debilitated, not being able to behave as normal people do.  He is a great painter , he forgets everything when he paints , he paints his vision of paradise, his dream filled with passion and at that moment he enters in to the fourth dimension belying the hands of the clock. He finds resort in a mental asylum where he is intrigued by protagonist Veronica , a green eyed, brown hair, 24 years old, crippled by her prime, exhausted by her trauma, who committed suicide and was saved, who didn’t have wish to live but forced to ramble in this eternal quest of pleasure, perhaps this was her destiny.

Another lady who used to be a great advocate choose to be in asylum because she finds the world of mad people much better than that of the normal and sane. A man is victim of his own choices, truly. The young schizophrenic guy Edward, oblivious of the love of Veronica apparently, is fond of music and finds himself in trance when he hears piano played by veronica though deep inside he loves her, can not accept on the face of it, can not express that because mad don’t have any opinion. Love is in its sublime form, devoid of any carnal pleasure, not seeking any reciprocation, independent of any attachment and dependent on just devotion respect and self-love. Love is an untamed animal. If you try to control it destroys you, if you try to imprison it enslaves and if you try to understand it it leaves you confused and lost. That is the very nature of love if you don’t think it‘s is nothing and if you do, it is a fulmination of the ad –infinitum possibilities. This time again Paulo Cohelo enchant the reader with his awesome writing style with impeccable blend of philosophy and sense of humor.