Life is an illusion

ನಮ್ಮ ಸರಕಾರ - ಪ್ರಜಾಪ್ರಭುತ್ವದ ಸರಕಾರ - ನಾವು ಚುನಾಯಿಸಿ ಆರಿಸಿ ಕಳಿಸಿರುವ ಸರಕಾರ - ಇರುವದು ನಮ್ಮ ಅನುಕೂಲಕ್ಕೋ, ಅನಾನುಕೂಲಕ್ಕೋ? ನಮಗೆ ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡಲೋ, ನಮಗೆ ಅಡಚಣೆ ಮಾಡಲೋ? ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ರಕ್ಷಿಸಲೋ, ನಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಭಕ್ಷಿಸುಲೋ? ನೀವೇ ಹೇಳಿ, ಯಾಕೆಂದರೆ ನಾನಂತೂ ಪೂರ್ವಾಗ್ರಹ ಪೀಡಿತಳು. ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆ, ೪೦ ವರ್ಷದಿಂದ ನಾವು ಬದುಕಿ ಬಾಳಿದ ಮನೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ ಬೆವರು ಸುರಿಸಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿಕೊಂಡ ಮನೆ, ನಮ್ಮದೆಂದು ಪ್ರೂಫ್ ಕೊಟ್ಟು ಅದರ ನೋಂದಣಿಯನ್ನು ಕಂಪ್ಯೂಟರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾಡಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಕು. ಆದರೆ ನಿಮಗೆ ಹೇಗೆ "ಈ" ಖಾತೆ ಕೊಡಬೇಕು, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯ ಎದುರಿಗೆ ೫೦ ಅಡಿ ರಸ್ತೆಯೇ ಇಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ ಎನ್ನುತ್ತಾರೆ. ರಸ್ತೆ ಸಣ್ಣದು ಸ್ವಾಮಿ, ಆಗ-೪೦ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ರಸ್ತೆಗಳೂ ಸಣ್ಣವೇ ಇದ್ದವಲ್ಲ. ಸರಕಾರವೇ ಮನೆಯ ಪ್ಲಾನಿಗೆ ಪರವಾನಿಗೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟದ್ದೀರಲ್ಲ. ಅದು ದಾಖಲೆ ಅಲ್ಲವಾ? ವರ್ಷ-ವರ್ಷ ಮನೆ ಕಂದಾಯ ಕಟ್ಟುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇವೆ - ಕಟ್ಟಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾರಲ್ಲ - ಆ ದಾಖಲೆ ಸಾಲದಾ?  ಸರಕಾರ ಕಾಯಿದೆ ಬದಲಾಯಿಸಿದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲ ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯನ್ನು ಅದರ ಎದುರಿನ ರಸ್ತೆಯನ್ನು (ರಸ್ತೆ ಎಂಬ ಭ್ರಮೆಯನ್ನು) ಬದಲಾಯಿಸಬೇಕಾ? ಜನಸೇವಕ - ಕೆಲವು ಅರ್ಧ ಪುಟದ ಜಾಹೀರಾತು ಬಂತು - ನೀವು ಫೋನ್ ಮಾಡಿ, ಜನಸೇವಕರು ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗೇ ಬಂದು ಈ ಆಸ್ತಿಯ ದಸ್ತಾವೇಜು ಮಾಡಿಕೊಡುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆದರೆ ಯಥಾ ಪ್ರಕಾರ ಈ ಸೌಲಭ್ಯ ಇರುವದು ರಾಜಧಾನಿ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿರುವವರಿಗೆ ಮಾತ್...

In a day and age, when no one reads anything except for memes and subtitles, the little bit of knowledge we bloggers offer is also snatched away by AI - artificial intelligence - aka non-human intelligence.  But is the machine really intelligent?  I took up the task of verification. My original intention was not to find out the smartness of a machine.  I always talk to chatGPT for my various problems and some times the answers are too generic. Most of the times.  After one such a question answer session, I casually asked AI, can it solve mathematical puzzle. It was glad to have an intelligence audience for once, I think. And it readily said yes.  I asked hexagon  puzzle from my blog post.  It solved it for me. By the way, the puzzle involved inscribed and circumscribed hexagons in a circle and their areas.  Next I asked it to create a geometric puzzle for me. It kept on generating similar puzzles with polygons inscribed and circumscribed in a cir...

I have come a full circle. From saying prayers in the evening with mom and sisters, to not wanting to visit temples to writing 'funny' blog posts on God and religion to translating religious texts.  But have I become 'devout' person filled with bhakti. I don't think so. Like many of us, my bhakti (and previously my atheism) is limited to my keyboard. I write these translations as I find them interesting - repetitious, but interesting.  What appeals to my mind is the open mindedness of advaita siddanta and the idea of equality and brotherhood (or sisterhood) of mankind.  We are all basically one. I exist in every being (every charachara - moving and unmoving things, not just humans). And every one exists in me.  I find it hard to understand it completely. But the concept is really nice.  If you just get rid of all titles - woman, wife, mother, daughter, you are just a bunch of cells. These cells do some actions, triggered by some other cells. Just like every one ...

The only other noun which receives this adjective is woman. And I am furious - why fallen woman, why not fallen man. As we all know too well, men are more likely to fall than women, both literally and figuratively.  Let us stop being Femi-nazi for awhile and continue to talk about fallen fruit.  This year the king of fruits - mango, has given his blessings on us too well. Very many fruits were plucked, eaten, sold etc etc. But what of the fruits fallen from the tree - not plucked wantonly by us? In the early days - the fallen mangoes were too small and too numerous to pay any attention. But then they grew in size and importance. So I followed these guidelines for these fallen fruits. Are they green in colour and white inside? Good sour mangoes for pickle. Don't dare to tell me that the only other person in the house aka spouse is not fond of pickles made by you. I will not ask him. Are they not broken? Are they whole without any damages to the skin? Wonderful, they will make a...