Mind Tales

  Unknown Unknown , You lie afar, Beyond the known , Beyond the familiar in the subtle realm  of incomplete thought. Your face is such, When looked at shows nothing . Featureless. Expressionless. Your face is such, When looked at shows lips moving, Any voice unheard . Your eyes though blank, Seem to foretell unrecorded lore. Seem to invite me before I'm invited. Are those portals to the future? A saga conjured by Your mind. Your face is such, When looked at shows a wrinkled forehead. Are You stressed? Overwhelmed that Your words are unsounded ? That Your caution about ultimate doom, Humanity's Final Showdown, Shall go unheard ? Your face is such, When looked at seems to be summoning Uncertainty and Fear, Your eternal companions. Why are You so cruel , Ruthless and brutal ? You took away my Hope , Humanity's Hope. You're enemies with Hope , aren't You? You revealed to me to keep my excitement, My aspirations, My optimism at bay for nothing's known till you h...

Why even study the Humanities in a world of STEM? What worth do they serve in this globe of smart scientists and math magicians? When there's a universal buzz about settling on Mars, when humanity is excited about AI's revolutionary potential, spending time reading and sympathising with the souls lost in the Second World War seems old-fashioned, and unsmart, right? Or perhaps, finding yourself lost in the doctrines of Aristotle, Plato's Cave Allegory, Siegfried Sassoon's "The Hero", and case studies on tribal communities, seems pointless, doesn't it? Oh, yes! So here I am to uncover the humanities' pointlessness. Let's picture our world, not as we know it but like a building (I know metaphors are useless and so is literature). A building made of bricks. Let's say, for the sake of my metaphor, the bricks represent the tangible aspects of modern society. All scientific and technological progress - whether it be the marvels of engineering that hav...