God ? Finding answers...

People often ask one question whether god exist or not or its just an delusion. Answers what actually get is mixed, most of favouring its existence. And if they exist, chains of questions pop up inquiring when where how abouts of the unknown figure. Scientific mind of a common man ponder over the fact that if they existed do they really had the powers to do some extraordinary stuff to heal all the sorrows of life or change the direction of anyones life, even bringing someone out of dead bed. If they have their presence on this earth, why are not visible to us. Are they afraid of us, or they are planning for something else and will appear in form of superman or something to save us from doomsday. People says where there is life there is god but when it is also said god existed even before life came into being, in fact its a proven, as said by many, god created life. This means god is not life so what it is who it is? All these questions blows our mind. 

These questions have risen many time but answered interpreted differently. Some lose the war and become atheist and some tries to explore the answers to this question. Yesterday in discussion with a friend who labelled himself as a atheist said that he do not believe in god but have faith in something he don't know but he questions existence something god. He said practices yoga which provide him with zeal to move forward. A long argument came to a conclusion that God might not be a human figure with super abilities but it could be a energy that drives the world. 

Above conclusion is something that is agreed by many. There is always a invisible force, the energy which circulates through this world which makes us work and even create miracles. This energy is simply divided into two types good and bad. Good energy is positive power which manifests as truth, optimism, sacrifice, love. Bad energy is really something bad which sows seeds of hatred, selfishness. There is always a fight between positive and negative forces. This war is the god's playground.

Again do really god exists in this real world ? I think yes they do. The have visited this earth and made their presence felt. These people with their principles of honesty sacrifice truth have defeated hatred, war and liberated this world from their shackles and taught all of us to live with peace and harmony. Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela are some of these gods. I definitely have not seen them live but this world in which we live is a part of their vision. Lets stand in front of the mirror and promise that you will shoulder this vision to its conclusion and live a life of principles till you die. With all the positive power spreading through the body see through the eyes of confidence and there is the God standing in front of you.  

Silence

Melody of silence has
Its own vibes,
Ears searching for sounds,
In quite ambience,
Dived into the inner
Brilliance of affective mind,
Emotions sprouted through the ,
Tip of nib of pen,
With racing words on paper
Experience popped out on plain sheet,
Where words flow like a feather in a river,
Then it took a dive like sea in a ocean,
Rose up mystically like a fallen warrior,
With power in arms,
And valor in eyes,
Waved the sword & discovered,
That it was he whom he was,
Fighting all those years.
It was he who won when lost,
It was defeat when got triumph he thought.
How creative is the silence,
Can bring Picasso in you,
How delicate it is,
Broken by whisper of sound,
A long wait till it is,
Found.

by
Vaibhav Deorari.

Emergency Room

Sitting in the emergency, 

waiting for some surprise, 

to happen. 

With open minds, eye wide open, 

everything changes with swift, 

One comes with pain in heart, 

goes with smile on the face, 

Other leaves with the , 

wet eyes of their loved ones, 

leave us with a doubt, 

daily with which we fought. 

Is there in the deep soul, 

exist a heart getting hurt, 

with emotions in its depth. 

But answer is not hidden, 

Living a life on the barrel of a gun, 

Hiding all the anguish, angst and sorrow, 

under the veil of mask face. 

With heart of lion, 

change the track of race, 

and say, Hey what's wrong my friend, 

ready to help. 

The Battle Part Two

 

Thinking of above story brief,

My heart filled full of grief,

What will I do when,

Adversity will come.

Succumb to it,

Or fight till I beat.

Yes, always exist a war,

Life is wrong to someone,

Right for none,

Some rides a pleasant ride,

Some face the fiery tide,

Taking him through the sea wide,

To the oceans of deadly sharks,

Who will swallow him to darkest darks.

Watching on the opposite side,

Life was quite kind,

There was a another boy,

Who had every toy,

He was taller than first,

Never knew what is thirst,

Lived in the shady palace ,

Played on the spacious terrace

There was nothing to cry,

Life was not so dry,

Not even so shy,

Everyone get tense, when his demands fly.

Not  as unlucky to have friends,

To play with clay on beautiful day.

Nothing to worry, nothing to hurry,

His life had many doors,

If slippery floor, support of four.

Never thought in this beautiful world,

There existed a life so curled,

Whorled, twisted. Where every,

Color of life is replaced by,

Fight for existence.

When he saw this battle,

He became the warrior,

Who had the will of mother,

Heart of lion,

Gave an example, so inspiring,

I went home smiling.

The Battle Part One

Its a battle of right,

With what is wrong,

Defeat for one,

Victorious will be other,

Time will tell the truth,

The battle will be remembered,

Forever

Its a story of a boy,

Who lived without toy,

Working in the bright sun,

With the scar of burn,

Not on the body,

But in the soul.

Draining all the sweat,

Every drop has its worth.

Tired exhausted what he is,

Losing is his priceless childhood.

Living a solitary life,

Like life is playing a game.

Game of where destiny will ,

Take him,

To the path of right and wrong.

Choice was his, but will

Be made by others.

This instance was not kind,

Like slapped by a heavy wind,

Took bus to travel,

Small enough of a size of gravel,

Trapped in between legs,

 Just fault of his height,

Which reaches their pockets,

They thought he was,

Invading their pockets.

Beaten broken bashed,

Brought to the police,

Accused of crime he never knew,

Again beaten broken bashed,

Leaving with nothing,

Thrown back to the streets,

Back to barren streets, empty streets, merciless streets,

Again roamed in search of something.

Had the choice,

Chose the crime he never did,

Or walk in the same road.

But in the body of mice,

Lied the heart of lion.

He chose what was right,

Yes the mighty right.

Life had something else in store,

Time will tell,

He had hidden that everyone,

Will adore.

By 
Vaibhav Deorari

Ramanujan - a life of genius

 

'Dreamt and its there' is not always possible for normal person without ample efforts. But story is different for Ramanujan, a self taught mathematician, who in his 32 years of life span on this earth has gifted his dreams to whole world who never shied of making effort of any extent. It was a moment of surprise for Prof G.H.Hardy of Cambridge University when he received a letter of formulas from a Indian clerk from Madras. What was peculiar about these formulas was that there was no proof. He tried to solve some of them but as said Hardy himself described " for most of them he remained defeated." He understood that this must be a work of a mathematician of higher class.

Ramanujan was not just a mathematician of higher class but a maths wizard. Once introduced to the subject when he was 10, never stopped. he started solving trigonometric equations at age of 12, cubic equations at 14 and even devised his own formula for solving quartic equations. He was so focused in maths that he failed in any other subject. Failed in college for two consequent years, he left college without degree and started his independent research in mathematics in which he excelled. His life was not at all so simple as it appeared but it was curvy one with lot of roadblocks. there was also an incident when he ran away from his home after some misunderstanding with his family. He was married a very early age and took a job in Port Trust Office, Madras. But he always fostered his curiosity for various aspects of mathematics. Ramanujan credited most of his ideas were told to him by family goddess, Namagiri of Namakkal who came in his dreams. He often said, “An equation for me has no meaning, unless it represents a thought of God“. This mathematician's insight  and how these flashes of insight results in a panorama of wonderful work, will always remain a mystery.

He went to Cambridge as invited by Prof Hardy. Ramanujan knew that he a  world of excellent people. they worked together which lead to formation of famous Hardy - Ramanujan collaboration. They published many papers. Hardy was impressed by the intellectual curiosity and fascinating techniques of the genius. what amazed Hardy was Ramanujan's ability to make well informed guesses. His lack of elementary mathematics teaching was reflected in the proofs with shadowy impression for his formulas and theorems. Hardy tried to teach him some elementary mathematics but as Hard himself said He learnt more than him than he taught him. He was the mad mathematician in fond of mathematics. He was first Indian to be become Fellow of Royal College and Trinity College.

 His health always had takes his lot of toil. Suffered from smallpox in his childhood and was the sole survivor in his village of this disease. In his last years developed a gastric ulcer and also developed tuberculosis which led him to not more than a bed ridden. But he never stopped playing with numbers. He returned to India but remained in contact with Hardy through letters. a famous incident '1729' when Ramanujan was sick and visited by Hardy. Hardy himself describes it as

“I remember once going to see him when he was ill at Putney . I had ridden in taxi cab number 1729 and remarked that the number seemed to me rather a dull one , and that I hoped it was not an unfavorable omen . "No," he replied, "it is a very interesting number; it is the smallest number expressible as the sum of two cubes in two different ways."

 

Mathematicians are still searching for proofs for  theorem and significance of formulas given by him. His notebooks are like treasure with lot of cryptographic codes for most.

He always believed that like painter presents patterns and poet presents words in a harmonious way, in mathematics when numbers are presented in harmoniously makes it beautiful. There is no place for ugly mathematics.

Really it is apt to describe him as a man who knew infinity. 

New Age Paint Brush

Creating new stuff is never exiting before. Now it’s very easy to create awesome stuff. With the availability of new technology on board including touch pads, tablets and various PC software, classic way of painting will get obsolete. On good thing about these software is they are actually economically as they provide us various tools to create stuff without investing any money into buying colours, pens, brushes. Also provide various ways to construct our thoughts and imagination into something awesome. Upcoming apps are much better than their grandfather MS Paint which was really boring. With the advent of Photoshop started playing their own photos and carve them into memorable and beautiful stuff, now we have iPad and galaxy note which comes with the S Pen which act as a brush, pen ,pencil, simply multifunctional tool which one can use to create something  like fashion designs. I love drawing and looking to such stuff in coming time so that I can create anything with my beloved finger without getting them mingled with colours and use them create Picasso like paintings.