World from my window
I have lot of thoughts, sometime I try to convert them into words...
Tuesday, 17 February 2026
The Great Indian Cheese & Mayo Pandemic
Tuesday, 3 February 2026
Forged in Fire, Not in Drama
In the endless ocean of Indian reality TV, it's easy to feel drowned. Once upon a time, we had singing and dancing contests that celebrated talent. Then came the shift: drama, fights, scripted melodrama, and contestants more focused on abusing each other or chasing viral moments than showcasing actual skill. Promos alone were enough to make me switch off, endless shouting, fake tears, cheap PR stunts.
Thankfully, I disengaged early. A glance at the promos was enough. When a show starts advertising conflict instead of competence, I know it’s not meant for me.
That's when I turned to international channels, particularly the History Channel. Shows like Pawn Stars, Kings of Restoration, and Counting Cars were fun distractions, honest glimpses into passion-driven work. But nothing hooked me like Forged in Fire. Here was a competition built purely on craftsmanship, with a subtle connection to my own field of study and work: engineering, materials, precision, and the physics of tools. Blades aren't just weapons; they're engineering marvels under extreme stress.
The format is refreshingly simple: Four blacksmiths enter, three leave, one wins. Contestants forge blades (knives, axes, swords) under time pressure, then the judges: master bladesmiths test them ruthlessly: sharpness, durability, edge retention, balance. The blades either hold up or fail spectacularly. Drama? Minimal. No manufactured fights, no personal attacks, no forced tears. The tension comes from the forge itself, the heat, the hammer strikes, the risk of ruining hours of work in seconds. It's high on skill demonstration and low on manufactured conflict. For once, the spotlight stays on expertise.
What truly elevates the show for me is the final challenge: recreating a historical weapon. As a history buff, this is pure dopamine. Seeing contestants tackle Viking axes, Roman gladii, Japanese katanas, or more thrilling for me, the Indian blades like the Kataar, Vajramushti, Khanda, Khukri and many more gives me goosebumps. The judges explain the historical context, the metallurgy, the cultural significance. It reminds us that these weren't just tools of war; they were symbols of craftsmanship, defense, and identity.
On one hand, pride seeing our martial heritage acknowledged on a global platform. On the other, sadness. Watching modern contestants revive techniques our ancestors mastered centuries ago makes me sad. India has an incredible legacy of blade smithing, Wootz steel (the original Damascus), the flexible talwars that bent without breaking, the intricate Katars. These weapons helped defend kingdoms and cultures. But we've largely forgotten them. Today, they're museum pieces or props in films, not living skills. We have outsourced our own history to footnotes while foreign shows remind us of what our ancestors mastered with bare hands, fire, and instinct. Forged in Fire quietly honors that heritage in a way Indian media rarely does.
Indian TV has copied countless international formats; singing, dancing, survival, cooking but somehow, skill-focused shows like this remain absent from our mainstream. Instead, we're flooded with more nonsense: shouting matches, staged rivalries, and "reality" that's anything but real. Why not adapt something like Forged in Fire? A desi version could feature traditional weapons (talwar vs. khanda challenges), local blacksmiths from villages and rural India gets to show their skills in blade smithing, giving much needed push that skills are supreme not drama. It could revive dying crafts while entertaining without degrading anyone.
As for when India might get mature, logical, skill-focused content like this on mainstream TV? Honestly, not soon. Our channels prioritize TRPs through sensationalism, and audiences (sadly) reward it. We've seen thoughtful shows like Panchayat or skill-ish formats on international channels here. In coming 5–10 years, as younger viewers demand substance and OTT budgets grow, we might see Indian adaptations of craft-based competitions.
When that shift happens, formats like Forged in Fire won’t feel “niche” anymore, they’ll feel overdue. Until then, some of us will keep searching quietly, away from the noise for stories forged not in drama, but in skill.
What about you? Have you watched Forged in Fire? Which historical blade challenge was your favorite?
Do remember, 'When skill disappears from our screens, it eventually disappears from our society.'
Drop your thoughts below!
Tuesday, 20 January 2026
Are we too slow for the Universe?
When I’m sitting alone at night, looking at the sky, a familiar thought returns.
Those distant stars… those other worlds;
are we ever really going to get a closer look at them?
They feel impossibly far. Too far for a human lifetime. Too far to reach. And yet, almost immediately, another question follows me just as strongly:
Are they truly that far?
Or is that distance only a limitation of how we live and move, rather than a fixed property of the universe itself?
Physics gives a surprisingly calm answer.
It says that if someone could travel very close to the speed of light, time would slow down for them. Distance would shrink. A journey that takes thousands of years from Earth’s point of view could pass quietly almost without being felt by the traveler.
The universe doesn’t rearrange itself.
Only the experience of it does.
That idea stays with me.
It suggests that “far” and “near” might not belong to the universe at all; but to our current way of existing inside it.
If speed alone can change how time and distance behave, then how many other limits do we accept simply because we’ve never lived differently?
What if some things feel unreachable not because they are distant, but because we are slow?
What if the universe isn’t closed, just scaled beyond the way we experience it today?
While thinking about this, a line from the Isha Upanishad surfaced again in my mind:
तदेजति तन्नैजति
तद्दूरे तद्वन्तिके
“It moves, yet it moves not.
It is far, yet it is near.”
As if someone long ago noticed that reality doesn’t behave the way it appears at first glance, that distance and closeness, motion and stillness, can exist together depending on how you stand within the whole.
Modern physics tells us space and time depend on the observer. Ancient thought hints that reality itself may be layered, and that what we experience is only a fragment.
Maybe other dimensions are not hidden.
Maybe they’re simply unreachable to the way we currently live and move.
Like standing at a window and mistaking the view for the entire sky.
Even Adi Shankaracharya stated:
ब्रह्म सत्यं जगन्मिथ्या
जीवो ब्रह्मैव नापरः
“Brahma alone is real.
The world is an appearance.
The individual self is not different from Brahma.”
I may never travel near the speed of light.
I may never experience another dimension.
But knowing that distance can shrink and time can bend changes how I look at the universe and at myself.
It makes reality feel less rigid, less final.
More subtle. More negotiable.
Maybe the universe isn’t impossibly far, maybe we’re just moving through it very slowly.
What about you? When you look up at the stars, do they feel distant… or just waiting? Share your thoughts in the comments below.
Sunday, 28 December 2025
A New Year, A Tougher Mirror: Change Must Begin With Us!!!
Friday, 12 December 2025
Where Is Mobility’s Smartphone Moment?
Sunday, 30 November 2025
Social Media: From Connection to Deception
I still remember the first time I logged into Orkut as a teenager. My heart raced a little when a new “friend request” popped up, or when someone wrote a sweet testimonial on my profile, P.S. I got first conversation with my first love over Orkut. Those were innocent days. We posted badly lit selfies, shared forwarded jokes that ended with “PJs,” tagged friends in silly quizzes, and flirted in the most awkward, harmless ways. Social media felt like an extension of the school corridor; loud, chaotic, and full of laughter.
Then the world rushed in.
Almost overnight, everyone got a smartphone. Grandparents joined Facebook, uncles discovered Twitter, and suddenly the timeline was no longer about weekend plans or crush confessions. It became a war zone. People who smiled at each other during family weddings were tearing one another apart over politics, religion, and caste. Perfectly normal human beings turned into keyboard warriors before breakfast. A joke could start a riot; a rumor could ruin a life.
And then came the money.
Authentic voices got drowned out by “content creators.” Product reviews stopped being honest, they became 60-second advertisements with discount codes. Memes, once the purest form of humor, started carrying brand logos in the corner. Even heartbreak posts felt scripted for engagement. Likes, shares, and followers became the new currency, and truth was the first casualty.
Today when I scroll, I don’t recognize the internet I once loved. It feels like a tired, angry machine that runs on outrage and sponsored posts. Worst of all, children are growing up inside this machine, absorbing half-truths, comparing their bodies to filtered faces, learning that self-worth is measured in views. With AI deepfakes and bot armies joining the chaos, we can no longer tell what’s real and what’s manufactured. The line between reality and illusion has vanished.
That’s why, when I heard Australia is banning social media for kids under 16, something inside me exhaled. Finally, someone is drawing a boundary. A childhood should be filled with scraped knees, secret forts, boring afternoons that force you to invent your own games, not endless scrolling through other people’s curated highlight reels. Let children discover the world with their own eyes before we hand them a screen that teaches them to hate, to pose, to perform.
So here’s my quiet plea to all of us who still remember the old internet:
- Pause before you share. Ask yourself: Am I adding light or just more noise?
- Never outsource your thinking to an influencer with a ring light. Most of them are selling something—sometimes a product, sometimes an ideology, always themselves.
- Protect the kids. Delay the phone, delay the apps, delay the poison for as long as you can.
- And please, step outside. Touch grass, talk to a real human without recording it, watch a sunset that no filter can improve.
Life beyond the screen is still there; messy, slow, unfiltered, and breathtakingly real.
In a world that screams for your attention, the quiet act of thinking for yourself remains the last true rebellion.
Take it back.
Tuesday, 18 November 2025
The Metabolic Fate of Civilizations: From Slow Dawn to Accelerating Dusk
There was a time when the world changed slowly — so slowly that generations passed without noticing.
For thousands of years, the rhythm of life remained the same: sun, soil, seed, harvest.
Fire was a revolution that lasted millennia. The wheel took centuries to spread. Even when iron, writing, and empires appeared, humanity still moved at the pace of the seasons.
But today, change hums at the speed of thought.
An idea born in one corner of the planet reaches billions in seconds.
Machines now learn faster than our minds can adapt.
Every year feels shorter, not because the clocks have changed — but because the density of events within a year has multiplied.
We have entered the age of accelerating returns, the very phenomenon Ray Kurzweil described:
“The rate of change in a wide variety of evolutionary systems tends to increase exponentially.”
From the steam engine to the microchip, from telegrams to quantum computing — every invention becomes the foundation for the next, tightening the feedback loop of progress.
And like a biological metabolism that speeds up, the pulse of civilization beats faster with every passing decade.
The Long Sleep of History
For almost all of human existence, nothing really changed.
If you were born in 5000 BCE and somehow woke up again in 1500 CE, the world would look familiar — people farming, trading, praying, fighting wars, and living by nature’s mercy.
The Industrial Revolution cracked that slowness.
The Scientific Revolution poured fuel.
Then the Digital Revolution — and now the AI Revolution — shattered the very idea of gradual progress.
It took us 100,000 years to invent the plow,
10,000 years to reach the steam engine,
200 years to reach the microchip,
and barely 20 years to create self-learning AI.
The curve is no longer linear — it’s vertical.
We’ve gone from millennia to decades to days.
Acceleration and the Cost of Speed
But every acceleration in nature comes at a cost.
In biology, species with high metabolic rates — hummingbirds, shrews — live fast and die young.
In physics, high-energy systems lose stability quickly.
In civilization, the same pattern may apply: the faster we evolve, the shorter our equilibrium lasts.
Thinkers like Joseph Tainter (in The Collapse of Complex Societies) argued that as complexity rises, the energy needed to sustain it increases exponentially — until the system can no longer pay its own energetic cost.
Similarly, Ilya Prigogine’s theory of dissipative structures suggests that systems driven far from equilibrium either collapse or reorganize into a higher order — a form of evolution through instability.
Kurzweil’s vision of the Technological Singularity aligns eerily with this — a point where acceleration becomes infinite, and civilization either transcends or implodes under its own speed.
The Universe’s Echo
Even the cosmos follows this rhythm.
Massive stars burn faster and die sooner, collapsing into black holes or scattering their essence as nebulae.
Maybe civilizations, too, follow that path — burning through knowledge and matter until they either collapse or transcend into another state of being.
Perhaps that’s not tragedy — it’s nature.
Entropy isn’t the enemy; it’s the teacher reminding us that balance is sacred, that everything bright must also learn to cool down if it wishes to endure.
Perhaps civilizations are like stars —
our brilliance depends on how quickly we convert energy into progress.
But unless we learn to balance that burn, we risk turning our light into an explosion instead of an evolution.
Wisdom: The Missing Counterweight
Acceleration is not destiny — it is a direction.
What we lack is not intelligence, but equilibrium.
Maybe the next revolution should not be technological, but philosophical — a collective decision to balance progress with wisdom, innovation with reflection.
If progress is metabolism, wisdom must be the breath between its beats.
We may not stop the acceleration, but we can learn to steer it.
Because survival in the age of speed won’t belong to the fastest — it will belong to those who master rhythm.





