Divisible Death

Your soul is the prisoner
And the prison are your cells,
Escaping is not the panacea
For any of the agonies and distress.
Because death is not extreme
And neither do you die once-
Ask yourself how many times you already died.
How many times you felt you are holding
Your heart in your unflinching hands
While running to catch your last hope?
How many times you were choked by all those people around you,
And against you
When you stood up to speak?
And how many times your body
Healed the cuts and bruises
Adorning the facade, betraying your wish?
How many times you wanted to scream
Only to realize your vocal cords were filled with
Social norms and propriety?

Escaping the body would be easy;
Let your soul tame the body.

You do not die once,
Neither do you die completely-
Like every other being
Like every other animal, tree and energy.

Look at all the stars;
They glimmer and multiply,
Rejoice and die,
A divisible death, transforming into matter and energy.
Wait, you are made of those stars,
They make the nucleus
Of every cell of your body
Made of some protein from the same A, C, T, G

Review of " Thinking, Fast and Slow" by Daniel Kahneman

This is one intriguing tale of how two thinking processes of human mind shape every decision we make from the everyday ones, such as, which peanut butter to buy to somewhat more significant ones like which treatment to choose for a patient or which saving plan to enter into. The author defines and explores two ways of thinking: fast and slow, where the first process is intuition-driven and the later is deliberate and logic-induced. But there is no definite border beyond which the territory of only one system lies and inside of which lies the another one's. Hence the interplay and influences between the systems become dramatic and this is what the book delineated with great deliberation and enthusiasm. Lots of relatable and familiar situations are explored and dissected which give life to the book and make it non-tedious.

"Although system 2 believes itself to be where the action is", the automatic system 1, the intuition-driven one, "is the hero of the book". Because system 2's conscious reasoning takes input from the system 1 where the impressions, feelings have already been created. So the slow thinking is ought to be biased since the fast thinking has its own likings and dislikings, some come with us when we are born and some are cultivated and sculpted by experience.

Finally, the author talks about how we can get rid of some biases that we tend to overlook, not because we are nonchalant to those but because we do not identify with them with our limited rationality and inherent indolence of system 2 to make careful consideration and calculation.

Lastly, after reading the book, I came to conclude that we have at least two systems guiding our thoughts, not only two.

El último paraíso #3

Out goes my soul through the window
To the western yonder;
Where the hills cajole the last glow
And fail every time, every evening of winter.

Realization 19: "Everything"... in You

Everything... in you

 

What do you mean by “everything”?  The idea of the limit or the limitlessness of “everything” although is quite baffling, it is as simple as understanding oneself. Then again when was it simple to comprehend oneself and more importantly to retain the knowledge to link it to everything? It is the most difficult task indeed. May be because you have never asked yourself to “Explain yourself”. If you had, you might have found the link between yourself and the eternity.

The whole concept is lucid yet much intricate. Intricate in a sense that everything in this world, be it physical entity or non-physical existence, is spun together or linked with each other either directly or indirectly.  Even a slight move of an atom may stir the whole system although, of course, in varied magnitude to different ends. 

Anyways, now that you have asked yourself the question, “Who are you?”, you probably know that you, your consciousness to be more specific, is a part and an indispensable part of “everything”. You are everything and everything lies inside you.

Arts Class

So the 5 days of painting class with Sir Ashraf was quite effective :) I started with pencil sketch which needs quite patience and observational power.

These still life sketches are done by me so far.

And it needs a lot, I mean quite a lot, improvement. Hopeful :)

Arts Class

I am feeling so great today as I have started my new arts and painting class. I really needed some guidelines, but was not inclined to join any commercial arts coaching center as you really do not get to learn if someone claims to teach you any artistry within a time limit. Feeling grateful to my new teacher as he was first unwilling to teach, coach or guide anyone as he had left that job years ago.

Here is one of my creations :)

বুনোহাঁস

একদিন ছুটি দিও, দিও অবকাশ;

নাহয় কিছু হাস্যমুখ পাহাড়িয়া ঘাস।

মুখ বুজে চুপ থাকা অপদার্থ‌‌ শহর,

একদিন জানালার পর্দা চুরি করুক চোর;

হলুদ জমিনে যার সিনথেটিকের ফুল।

ছুটি দিও গত রাতে ফ্রিজে রাখা বিশ্বাস

যার জাল বেঁধে সংজ্ঞায়িত কর ভুল।

একদিন‍‍‌ প্লেটে ভাত দিও না আর তুলে,

নাহয় কিছু ভালোবাসা ভাসল বে অফ বেঙ্গলে।

সভ্যতা শাড়ি খুলে যাক রাতারগুলের বন

আর আপনমনে বাজছে, বাজুক উপরতলার ফোন।

একদিন ছুটে যাব ভুলে গিয়ে পথ;

পথমাঝে রাত হবে, শুয়োপোকার পাখা হবে,

দলবেধে গোলাপি পালক ছড়াবে বুনোহাস।

Wild swan

Give me a holiday someday, grant me a leave;

Or some beaming grass and hill-borne leaves.

This is some feckless city with silentious mode.

Let the thief steal the curtain someday from windows;

Yellow curtains with flowers synthetic.

Grant a leave to the refrigerated beliefs,

Beliefs that are held to define sin.

Someday don’t serve rice anymore on my plate,

Let some love flow away in the Bay of Bengal.

Someday she would drop her drape (civilization) and go to jungle.

And the top-floor’s phone is ringing, let it call.

Someday I would run away forgetting the way;

Night would fall midway, caterpillar would get wings,

And the wild swans would relinquish feathers pink.