Neurofreak Talks

Maybe Punch was never meant to be there. He is discarded from the society, bullied by it. His mother abandoned him, denied him any warmth she was capable of, and he in need of. Monkeys his age refuse to play with him. The adults best him senseless for no reason. Perhaps there's something in him that the clan does not approve of. Something they are not used to and can't tolerate. An Anthropologist would conclude he is unfit in some way, and this is all a part of "survival of the fittest". Regardless, he's bannished from his own family, his own clan. And so he turns to his plushie, and ironically of not even his own species. He senses comfort in it, a warmth that he never recieved. He senses it to be his friend, mother and everything in between. When he is bullied, he runs back to his safe place, to his protector, the plushie. He holds it dearly, cuddles it, walks around with it. Interestingly, the plushie never offered him anything. It did not save him when he was ...

As a child, I was fond of little animals. Not all, only the little ones. I had a fish tank, which I acquired with my marvellous talent of pleading and crying to my parents, it was the most beautiful part of my life then. I adored it, I truly did. There were many phases my fish tank had, at the very first there were a dozen mid sized fishes in it, mostly 8-10 cm. That wasn't my favourite phase tho, I liked better the time I had only and only small fishes, 2-3 cm, scores of them. I loved it when they dived their world in schools of different colours. Admittedly the tanks wasn't huge, hardly 25-30 inches, but it was gigantic when my little hands held it by it's flanks as if hugging one big fish, a collective pet made of several others. I was fond of birds as well. But in this genre there was no partiality done on the basis of height, each were as lovely as the other. I had many as pets throughout my childhood. I remember the first one I had. 2 pairs of the loving birds and a p...

The recent strikes by israel on Doha, Qatar must not be followed by a "strong" military retaliation by the gulf country. It has all the reasons to do so, and that's what Israel is counting on. Ultimate goal In the grand scheme of Israel's military plans, this was an important strike. The ultimate goal of the Israeli military tactic is to push itself into a full blown war with at least 3-4 countries from the middle East, which was very evident by their choice of strike method and location. They could have easily assassinated the hamas leadership in a silent way and hence prevent a ceasefire talk that was designated to occur in Qatar, and ultimately stop any hindrance they may face in their genocide.  But what they did is they made a grand show out of it, almost as if asking for a military retaliation. Why Given the shifting global and specially western opinion about Israel's ongoing genocide in Gaza, and many countries going forwards to recognise the Palestinian st...

 We, as humans, have evolved the ability to observe and perceive the universe in three dimensions only. Although with our cunning minds and amazing mathematical skills we have started to observe the 4th dimension, which we refer to as time, we are still far from understanding it. At our highest ability, we perceive time as a linear flow—like one dimension but worse—because although we do traverse it forward, we lack the ability to even choose our own speed while traveling in this dimension, unlike the other three dimensions. A unique dimension? Is there something inherently different about the 4th dimension from the other three? Because the other three do show common features and differ only in their directions. So if we can perceive these three so well, why not the fourth? Is the 4th dimension categorically different from them? Or is it a flaw of our brain that limits us from experiencing the full capacity of the 4th dimension? Or is it the way we are raised after birth? What if, ...

There are layers to this cosmos. The outermost would be the universe itself, then the galaxies, then the stars, (given we actually have an idea of what the cosmos is made of).  We may not be sure of what's the outermost layer but we sure are blessed with the ability to look for the innermost one. This subject is not as easy to express as it is to explore. I think that is the reason this knowledge never took off like other branches of science. It is almost impossible to express. But I'll try When you spend your lifetime into understanding your innerself, your pure consciousness, the ultimate and innermost layer of the cosmos, the very thing that has driven philosophers crazy, the very thing that has driven scientists crazy (they tend refer to it as the singularity or the theory of everything), when you are on the edge of your sanity and are about to fall into your doom there will be a moment, a moment of perfect balance between awareness and what's being observed, a small mo...

I wish I wrote something in it. I wish it wasn't so empty. I wish I wasn't so scared of imperfect things. Why should it have mattered if my 7 year old self didn't write the perfect things (whatever that may have been) to write about in that Ben Ten diary my uncle gifted me. He should have just went for it, wrote something in it. Something silly & stupid, something a kid would write, something... Imperfect.. He should not have scrapped the pages out after what he wrote in the diary was deemed (by him alone) as imperfect. I look at my old things, things from past, things from my childhood. It sends me to the land of joy and worriless life. To a time where "tomorrow" didn't matter, only "today" did, or maybe not even that. To a time where doraemon's new episode was the highlight of my day. All those stuff bring joy to my eyes. But. I only wish my countless diaries, that I collected to write (perfect) stuff, weren't inkless, so dry, so void. ...

I was very young. My mother took me with her to a relative's place. I was too young then to just sit at a place, so I was running around the home playing. I remember I grabbed a stool (the chair, not an excreta) and walked around the home with it when suddenly a big spider (a daddy long legs) reached my hands from below the stool. It started running up my hands and towards my face. As it just reached my shoulders I panicked and crushed it with my face (Yes, pretty disgusting but my hands were busy grabbing the stool). This is all I remember of this incident apart from the fact that this was probably the triggering point of my Arachnophobia (the fear of spiders). Although the intensity of my phobia never really peaked too much to cause me serious problems but it always caused me fair amount of anxiety everytime I encountered a spider. I was scared of spiders. Yet, I often went to the internet and looked at peculiar looking spiders and would watch documentaries about it for hours. I...