On a lazy sunday afternoon......

I was leafing through the first few posts of this blog.

I had also happened to buy the Times of India today after a long time and , starting from the last page as usual , I happened to stop by a snap from a later page of a lagoon in Costa Rica which was supposed to be azure blue due to some chemical reaction between CaCO3 and sulphur in the waters. Now the catch was that this snap was printed in black and white.

Which means:
- The lagoon could really be azure blue and this was a printing error, the TOI put up a b/w snap by mistake.

- The snap was a wrong snap, it really was not azure lagoon in Cosat Rica but some murky green one with moss and weeds in the east.

- If I am color blind to blue, how would I really have made out.Would it have mattered to me anyways?

All these three situations are possible reality situations. The ultimate reality is the existence of the lagoon . But hardly anyone who reads the TOI Pune is going to go to Costa Rica to verify.So all these are realities in their own sense.

We support our inferences in a realm of stochastic determinism of things.The qualities of things is determined by the known quantities that they resemble. The lagoon is blue because it resembles the color of the sky which is known to be blue. But if we come to know of something that does not resemble anything we already know of? Like ..... describing how fortification spectra of migraine look like without really seeing them, or ...something that you will ever have to guess but never know for sure....what does a patient with Wernicke's aphasia think of or dream of if he never understands the environment around him??!!??

Reality is a bit like Heisenberg's principle.
Electrons jump back and forth, atoms and molecules change, the thoughts that are formed of long term potentiation due to molecules at the CA1 region in the hippocampus should mutate if the basic structure of those molecules is relative to the observation moment.

When I surf through the phonebook of my old cellphone handset I am randomly presented with names of people I had known but whom, for lack of presentation to my sensory apparatus had' forgotten'- Chandu, Vilas AKD, Geeta staff, Ankur, Nilima, Sayali, Shridhar, Sunanda, Sushil , Suyash, Varsha Shevgan. As I scroll through, I can conjure the faces, how we interacted, the scenes of interaction, the circumstance. The palette fills in gradually.

We change so much over time- is a cliched reality. But we change relative to what?

It is like alluding to the question of the ship Theseus. When a new ship was recreated from components of the old ship, and a reconstructed old ship stood beside, which was the original Theseus?The new one made from components of the old, or the old one which was the original, but had innards which were all replaced.

Am I the me who cycled the lanes of Rasta Peth on a Tobu cycle at 10, or the random medical student who was trying to romance KD Tripathi and the hernias of other people at 20 or the person I am now? Can I be like a Beautifully American Kevin Spacey shot in his temples visualizing his life from his childhood to his tragic demise in the last few moments in a flashback(or more pleasantly like a sit like a Forrest Gump on some bench in some park at the end of his eventful soiree of a life) and point out that this, whatever it is, was/is my baseline?

Time is potent, and memory fickle. Surfing through older pages of your blog, you will wonder....did I ever really think like this? Why so? And if you never happened to visit those pages, you will never get the answer.

Being aware of all possible situations- the blue lagoon, the mossy green lagoon, and the blue lagoon in black and white makes me more comfortable. Maybe

Innocents aboard

Amidst the bedlam of the IID course coordinating chaotic case discussions and listening to cute Italian accents, a once in some time incident like the one below provides for much humor as much as it sets you thinking.

"Doctor, मला ना कुत्रा चावला. मी दोन इंजेक्शन घेतले."

"कुत्रा कसला होता? आजुन कुणाला चावला का?"

"नाही हो, घरचा कुत्रा आहे. Palmolin कुत्रा आहे.त्याला पण वाईट वाटला असेल, म्हनून दोन divasa पासून कीव कीव कर तोय. मला ना दोन तीन diwas झोप नही लागली"

" अहो घाबरु नका, इंजेक्शन घेतला ना तुम्ही, कही नाही होणार तुम्हाला"

" मला कसला काय होणार, tya कुत्र्याला majhyapasun HIV झाला की माझा भाऊ रागाव्णार mhanun मला भीती"
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Metamorphosed

Just a random thought, nothing more:

If Kafka's psychological continuity is not counterintuitive- it isn't, is it?
Then human cloning is not so bad, apparently.
For if mind makes man, then who would mind a Mahatma Gandhi who looks like a Brad Pitt, speaks like a Churchill, waxes oh so eloquently like a Shakespeare, and yet thinks like himself.

And when he dies, he wakes up as a beetle.