Ken

All I see is darkness. In that, what I mean to say is, I see nothing. I hear screams. Screams of fear. I grope around to feel something – anything – familiar. My feet crawl across the uneven ground, centimetre by centimetre, asseing the land above which I stand and move ahead. I twist and turn my head hoping the darkness lies in the direction I face, not with me. My heart pounds within my chest, the heartbeats getting louder and faster with each slide of my foot. I spread my arms, my fingertips aching for a touch of familiarity. They feel nothing. Slowly and steadily I move forward. Screams. I still hear them. Blindly I move towards it. I lose my balance as my feet slip into a grove. I let out a yelp and fall down. Feeling and freeing my feet out, I stand up and move in the direction I think, is right. The screams have subsided. I feel a hand wave across my back. I turn around to grab the wavering arms. “I found you!” We exclaim and grip each other’s hands tight.

As instructed, we wait there for a minute or so. Finding company, my heart fades its beat to a normal pace. Someone approaches us and says “I will guide you through”. She places my left hand on her left shoulder and my partner’s right hand on her right shoulder. With her guidance we moved, with mixed sense certainty and doubt. She informs us about the a flight of stairs winding down before us. We feel the shoulder sink down. We let out a synchronised cry. I lift my right feet above the ground and slowing bring it down. Unable to find ground at the expected height, my brain sent out signals indicating my fall. I scream. My guide tells me there are still a few centimetres before my feet touch the ground. I follow her instruction. As my sole touches the rocky step, I let out a sigh. She informs us there are still about 10 steps, of varying heights before we reach level ground. I curse under my breath and condition my depth perception deprived brain. I start hearing a lot of cries again. With a few more instructions, curses and a foot sprain, we reached level ground. We walk a metre or two and halt. Our guide slips our hands off her shoulder. Our blindfolds are removed. I look at the clear blue sky and the surrounding trees. Viewing a familiar sight, I am flooded with relief. I look around and see others steadily moving in to where we are. Their faces distraught-I am sure mine was too.

As and when the blindfolds were removed, huge exclamations were heard. I am sure they were of joy, of accomplishment, of having survived the darkness. Once everyone had their blindfolds removed we were asked to assemble around our guide forming a circle. She asked us us about our blinding experience. Responses ranged from thrilling to frightening.

We were being taught about the importance of sight. We were on a school outing. This was the most exhilarating learning experiences I have had while on a school outing.

What made me write this today was an incident today morning. On my way to work two or three blind folks get down at the same bus stop as I do. They need to get to the other side of the road. And this road is always bustling with traffic. Usually anyone getting down at their stop helps them cross the road. If no one does I help them get to the other side of the road (I am bad at crossing roads). Today, I was the only one getting down the bus along with one of blind person – let’s call him X. I helped him get down the bus and waited for the traffic to slow down. I look towards my left and saw a second one of them – let’s call him Y – a little further away, get down a different bus and assumed someone getting off his bus would help him cross the road too. (The dumb me! *Facepalm*). So I look the other way and while making casual small talk with X, wait for a clear spot to slip through the other side. He says he works at a call centre, gives me directions to his work asking if I could drop him off there if I am heading in the same direction. The traffic slows down, X and I cross the road. I turn around to see if Y has come through too. A crowd of college students are crossing the road and again I assume someone has helped him cross the road too. The road past the bus stop cuts into another street via three or four steps. I help X get past it and a little further into the street, past the under construction area – cause it’s Bangalore. I look back, still no sign of Y. I tell X to have a good day and head back to the main street. I find no sign of Y on my side of the road. I look past the traffic, divider bushes and crowd to see Y still standing in the bus stop asking help from strangers and hoping someone would help him cross the road. No one did! I was infuriated. How could no one from such huge a crowd not help him cross the road?! As I moved to cross the road in traffic. I saw a guy walk towards him, offering to help him cross the road. I waited for him to safely cross the road onto the street leading to the street where I dropped X off. I went my way, infuriated.

Empathy is getting rarer. All he would have asked you for was to cross a busy road, not buy him a iPhone X.

*Random trivia*:

A months back a cousin of mine told me about a restaurant which supported blind people. The restuarant had blind chefs and waiters. Customers were asked to be seated in a dark room with no lights. They would be served in dark. They are too in the darkness, relying only on there tactile senses. I would love to visit this restaurant.

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ME post 2015

Hi wanderlusters,

Unlike many I do not believe that the “About” page in a blog should remain the same. You change as time changes and so does your personality. So why have the same about description for your blog year after year? One year can sure bring about a number of changes in a persons character, living, thinking, habits and what not. Continue reading to find out what has changed and what hasn’t.

I am a silent ranter a.k.a Thinker, still a reader, my brain still harbors a music library, brand new Potterhead, feminist and a self proclaimed opposite of a dimwit 😉

If you have had a talk with me recently or anytime in the year 2015, you will find I have become extremely opinionated. Confused and lost too!

I have found that being confused can make a billion things crystal clear once you see both the sides of the same coin. So be confused! Things will eventually clear up.

Internship changed my perception on a zillion things. Its one thing i will never forget about the year 2015.

Also oil pastels are now my tools for artistic expression.

Around August-September last year I started watching poetry slams. The performances were beyond expectation. I had no clue there existed a medium to express your opinions and views.. spin out stories with hidden morals.. to reach out to a larger audience. The topics they speak on range from childhood, bullying to depression, feminism and social issues. Its called spoken word performances. I have become a fan of this medium of self-expression.

I have started to observe how very much I am inclined towards the study of law, international relations, social sciences and human psychology. (Seriously why am i doing an engineering course?)

My infatuation for law existed since I was a teenager but what intensified this further were Social injustices in the society and a TV show – “How to get away with murder“. Though the TV show deals with troubled life of a criminal lawyer the social injustice which the twisted judiciary system adheres to everywhere is appalling and needs to be changed.

My fight against a world where EVERYTHING is digital is getting tougher.

Everyone wants everything automated with minimum manual human interference. Some of the latest tech accomplishments have been a joke. There is now a machine that will fold your clothes.It takes more time than a kid would have taken to fold a shirt. So what? Its a machine so it will cost you thousands of dollars and whats more? U can’t see how it folds it.

Everyone wants to roam about on streets with a brightly lit screen casting a ghastly glow on the faces of their owners ignoring the natural shine of the sunlight or moonlight glow which casts beautiful lights in the sky and on everything around us.

A humanoid robot is one more thing i call junk.. like why on Earth would you want a humanoid robot?! They would crash if they had a sense of feeling called confusion! Apple’s Siri is a different level of non-sense.

I have the utmost respect for tech inventions that really help simplify our lives (I sincerely do) but not to an extent where we cease to stop interacting with humans and disrespect the traits that make us human. W.R.T this I recommend you watch a TV show called “Black mirror” and a movie “Exmachina”.

Those are more or less all the things that changed me and changed the way i handle/react to things.

As always..this blog is.where.i.rant.

Finally i strongly recommend you to – once in a while – BE CONFUSED!  🙂

People run to safety!!

“The development of full artificial intelligence (AI) could spell the end of the human race.” So says Stephen Hawking.

Considering the fact that there exist supercomputers that are way smarter that quarter of the world population put together, designed to surpass human intelligence. We must realize that there is a potential risk of it posing as a serious survival question for humans. You might not enjoy this unless you have it on you bucket list to see this world turning into a Sci-Fi movie.

ON THE OTHER HAND

It seems ironic that a person so highly benefiting from AI vocalised such an opinion. Humans are curious to find out as to how they can pass on their intelligence onto a machine which may or may not transcend the intelligence we acquit it with. It is also worth mentioning that though we may program machines with rules and guidelines while they may perform strategical analysis as reflexes. It is unlikely that they would turn into armies with human qualities like Jealousy, greed, conceit , etc. all essential abilities needed to over-throne us in this human dominated world.

Or did Mr.Stephen’s new speech synthesis system just warn us of the impending war in future (Conspiracy!) !! (And look AI is already taking a toll on us leading to human crisis.)

AHHHH!! People run to safety!! I might as well add Sci-Fi movie turn real to my bucket list. We might as well ask for a man VS humanoid instead of Man VS Wild to be aired on TV for our survival. What say?