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Concepts and grounding.

This is a twitchy topic that I wanted to bring about into a discussion. My challenge as a person has always been about relating to a concept. Everyday we run into a new proposal wherein a person of technology engages in what can only be considered as ignorance in part. A year ago I ran into a concept of a modular aeroplane that had swappable cargo and passenger pods. I am not an aeronautical engineer nor is my expertise in structural engineering, however the idea sounded a flight of fancy than anything else (pun intended). It was so silly that even aeronautical engineers were clear on voicing out an opinion on how silly it really was 

We have see the tesla tunnel that is a let down, the absurdly, exhorbitantly expensive, facade of hyperloop, and many such ideas that literally throw logic and scientific understanding completely out of the window. 

I am an fan of Philip E. Mason, I admire his ability to filter the nonsense, while distilling the flamboyant claims made by so called inventors. I have nothing against Elon or others who are at their core inventors. They keep the world moving, but at some point one has to start looking at ideas with some sense of merit and discard the fanboy glasses that most seem to see it through. 

When we see concepts, the first few questions we have to ask are as follows:

1) Am I qualified to understand this?

a) who can help me understand this?

b) Can I ask unbiased questions and scrutinize it without blindly following it?

2) Is sharing this not-understood concept going to be of any use to anyone or will it create more white noise?

3) Is there a practical appeal in this concept?

4) An I following a concept and vetting it blindly because I am a fanboy?

A 'No' or a residual 'No' in the general periphery of such concepts should then be taken up as a sharing with your POV than as your acceptance. In this age of information where we create data we have to at some point realize that our quest should be about pin-point understanding than blind sharing.

We may not always understand everything, but it is safer to not share what we don't understand without a statement 'I don't understand this, can someone help?" .

This should attract people who we can collaborate with, work with, and in turn learn with. 

Feel free to share your POV.

Thank you

#concepts #fanboyism #questions #creativity #correctness #managingchange

Subtle

When the sun meets the ocean
The sky blazes in red
And the moon seems to fade into the sky
I would wish sit and stare
At you, for it invokes the same
The very feeling of a warm winter evening
And if i would meet you
I would wish to melt at your glance
If i could hold you close
I would think of nothing
For all i know would just be the sound
Of your breath across my face
And if such a moment shall arrive
I shall know what i have missed
And i would wait another eon
Just for such a chance meet

Whiskey

Like sunset
In a glass, yet frosted
By a few blobs of ice
A dash of clear
Setting fire to the veins
Forget all those who raise the glass
For few sip this, for the right cause
Some over aged friends
Some in solitude by a fire
There are those that raise the glass
And consume , only to be intoxicated
As such people know not what whiskey holds
As such people are drunks
My glass is raised
Only at reunion
Of brotherhood or solitude
But rare
For it takes time to age
And as such, have mutual respect

In my mind
Are monsters
Untamed, unchained, enraged
Monsters at the gate
Each thought that enters through the gate
Is shred, bled and tormented
Sent into an endless state of woe
I think some more again
In my mind they hide
In my mind they bid their time
Only to chance a crack
In the wall that I built around
The worst one to rush through first is love
Unfathomable even to me
The beast tramples my senses as it ploughs ahead
Leaves them behind in disarray
The monster of lust soon follows close
Indistinguishable but gently bruises my senses
Apologetic in its arrogant way
It rushes right behind love
Longing is my third
And it is the most troublesome one
It just sits there by the bruised senses
And mocks them every then and now
Why should pain remain behind
When its fore runners are swift footed
It just lingers around to mock me
Draw my blood, bleed me dry
And the to insult my intellect
I was born with four, I know,
jealousy and hatred never somehow
For they may be the worst possible I have heard
I have enough to handle here, thankfully
The knight to slay it is Sir logic
Yet he fails far too fast and often
But I admire his will
Of trying a convincing hand of rounding up those pests.

Feel my last breath leave
Watch my will wilt in its final calling
In a mind so enchanted by a presence
Let me pass

Give me a tombstone
Write ‘here lays a faded one’
Let me be unnamed
For a faded one needs none

When the summer arrives
Brings along its morning glow
Let it fall on my tombstone
In its shadow let my wandering soul rest

 Forbid one and all to enter
Touch the ground where I now reside
Let them know that here lies a pawn
Yearning for rest from endless time

When the winter freezes over
And the ice shall from on my bones
My soul that has loved pain shall smile
For pain is its oldest companion

Once born,
Forever alone, a choice, one it loved
For loneliness is my mate
And loneliness is now with me, forever.

An ode to my butterfly

The dancing flame, on the silver plate.
Spreading light uneven like my fate .
I chanced upon the garden gate ,
golden, a Butterfly, stirring my faith.

I look and wonder, Ah ! a spark of joy .
The wings smiled and the eyes gleamed
An eagle soaring high above,
My heart wished to touch its feathers

I waited its decent, waited to no avail
Higher then the wind blew slight
Rejoiced I was at the thought of its flight.
Afraid when I lost a wing

In pain i was, in the quest of my heart,
My longing became my undoing
The wings still smiled as they initially did,
But my hearts agony could not be hid .

“Walking away I am, O beautiful creature “
but forsake it I had to nature .
SO tore apart my heart I did in half ,
And told one half to guard it on my behalf.

I walked away with my bleeding heart ;
For another butterfly might long for another .
I leave my broken wind behind, bearing witness
Guarding and protecting this moment for ever.
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A poem by Krishnakumar. (My cousin)

The Fires of passion

Should all that I have known change
Bring to dust all my dreams
I should rest in peace knowing
There was passion in knowing you

 If evil should I be called
And shalt be declared a lustful beast
My soul shall not seek shelter
From the name calling ever

In the fire of passion for you
My heart was warm, my soul burnt bright
And to those who know not love
Need to agree with me

That love shall die, a slow cold death
Without the fire of passion
And from its fires I forged the blade of love
And stabbed my heart for thee

If you shalt visit my grave
Touch the earth where I lie
Don't say a word, for they don't mean a thing
Just stand there, where this lover lays.