The Birth of an Idea

When does an idea come to life? How many times have you experienced the Eureka moment? Not all of us can dream away like Kekule and etch one off the rocks of time. Ideas are infinite, given the amount of knowledge and at our disposal. There shall never be a dearth for ideas. However, it the effort that goes behind the detailing and execution that matters – for you to bask in its glory.

Many ideas fizzle out a silent death, some wriggle and give way. But there are some that explode like a supernova in the milky-way thus enlightening the dark sky for a hundred years, so that humans evolve around the idea and take it for granted. The invention of the wheel and the discovery of fire, for instance.

I consider myself to be a bit of an original thinker. But every new idea I dream of, seems to have been already thought-off of by somebody else before me. The ecstatic feeling that you get after getting an idea, wears away very rapidly, all thanks to Google. And this is how the Original-Idea kaputs itself, while barely even scratching the fabric of the universe. Let alone being remembered!! :P

I categorize Ideas into 3 types. The first one are the simple yet enervating ideas. These are not ideas but rather solutions to everyday problems – strongly rooted in reality. A bit of a bore if you ask me.

The second set of ideas are the most rewarding. The ideas that originate out of association between different smaller ideas. Try analogizing engineering principles to the human body for example. These need effort to a certain degree to express the idea. But a whole lotta hard-work to bringing it to life.

But, real ideas and thoughts are those that build castles and bloom flowers in the air. Ones that take you out on a long free-spirited train of thought. Making sense of random events is the root to origination of this new Idea. True, deep ideas, can never be expressed. For they are very malleable, volatile and loosely held. But, if we had a thought-recorder; we’d be living in a much better world if only we had one.

So, whenever you have an idea, express yourself. It’s good sometimes, to be at the business-end of the human evolutionary arrow.


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It’s monsoon time. Here’s my take on whether it’s better to walk or run, while it’s raining. And, does the walking/running distance matter? Read on…



When it rains, it’s better to Run than to Walk, no matter how far your destination!


  • Using Google Assistant for voice to text note taking. I felt like, one must try to maximize the creative usage of computing applications (like AI or NL) to stay ahead before it’s too late or has become obsolete.
  • How would a kid perceive the the world when he lacks the sense of time.
  • Have you ever heard the phrase, “It’s like farting with your earphones on”. Oops, maybe I just invented it!
  • Jobs of the future: When AI takes over most of the tedious boring tasks at work, we would be left with jobs that involve creative and decisive thinking. A creative process/methodology would be put in place.
  • Humans might soon end up with jobs that try to limit the progression of AI. Good luck with imposing concepts like religion/language over to machines.
  • Btw, if you wanna know how frustrated, employees at a workplace are, check the etchings behind the closed elevator doors.

This is Home!!

Travelling to your hometown is a intensely nostalgic experience every time you visit. No matter who you are, where you are, or where you came from  This is my attempt to capture My Hometown Experience, on pen.

The train began to slow down before it chugged to a stop at Bangarpet. While the train was in motion, I stuck my head out the window trying to catch a glimpse of what would be the city of Bangarpet; this always brings with it a sense of homecoming and my mind falls at ease.

The walk from the railway platform to the bus-stand always has, and will continue to be, a fast-paced one. Even though there are a lot of buses these days, you can’t blame the public for being fast paced while trying to avail a particular government service like catching the bus or even alighting/getting off a train. We have new buses between KGF and Bangarpet now. Ones that have LED lights shining off of the boards and a voice even tells you the next stop just before the bus stops. As soon as I board the bus, I scamper around to get a seat; the coveted ‘window-seat’, and I look around trying to judge each one of the people who board the bus and guessing what their lives must be like. Some of them are techies, some elderly folks returning back from Bangalore to their cozy KGF homes and some daily travelers – folks who form a vital part of the backbone of KGF.

You can always tell the Techies apart as they wear their loud sneakers and T-shirts and not to mention the Wildcraft/Swiss bags – these items are not a very common sight here. And of course, the smug that hangs over some of the techie’s heads; and not to mention the ‘putting-scene’. Like for instance, in the bus, some major wannabe punk-head guy plays an imaginary keyboard like he is the frikkin key-board player from ‘Dream Theater’. And all the while, he keeps throwing the ‘think you’re better than me’ glances in my direction. I then glance down and check myself with my thick-framed glasses. Maybe that gave me away as a Techie. And now, this guy wants to start a nuclear war with me by playing on air, the awesome notes he is ripping off of his imaginary keyboard!! I mean, who does that!!

The bus started and I started playing songs on my IPod. The bus reached BEML, the old magic show began. The ride from BEML through to KGF by bus, is a different experience every time you travel. You get into the ecstatic of moods. Childhood and school memories start pouring in. Nostalgia overdose it is. But then hey, This is Home!!


Was thinking about this idea where if you could get an oblique grain structure for one-way roads. This way, when a moving vehicle with a certain velocity runs over it, the road provides better elastic resistance. Thus, you can have long life for roads. The idea is simple, if we assume grained roads (assuming it can be done somehow), imagine it to be a bed of nails. When the nails are pointing upwards, it becomes easy to break the tips of the nails when a moving vehicle passes over it. However, if the nails were pointing inwards, in a direction opposite to the impending velocity, then the grains take a better directed load on themselves and if the grains were to have a good elastic modulo, the roads will last longer. Building roads is such a big industry, innovations in that area would make human lives so much better.


16th Century India, the Cherans (Kerala) and the Cholas (Tamil Nadu) were the last remaining Indian faction kingdoms. And worse still, they were at war! The Cholan Raja had extensive plans to capture the Cheran kingdom and expand his boundaries to seize the well guarded treasures of the Cheras. This treasure was accrued over the centuries by the Cherans who had an immense stronghold in the area– to protect themselves, the Cherans had built a great temple wall along all its borders. This served as a fortress of epic proportions and as an entry point to the western ghats. The Cheran king had invited citizens of his kingdom from far and wide to come and help them fight and evade the invasion from the Chola elite.
The Indian dynasty however, had setup posts along the borders of Mysore to help ease this condition what they thought of an internal civil war. They thought of this as an opportunity to weaken one of the two strong factions and officially capture and control the whole of India.
Riddled with war, the living conditions of a common man in the Cheran Kingdom was in no better shape. Poverty and the caste system made the lives of the people horrendous and the cheran peasants were looking upto this war-like situation as a means of escape and liberation from their ever-hungry landlords.
Amidst the turmoil blossoms a beautiful love-story of Young Chathan and the divine Neeli. They were village peasants in the lush green paddy fields of Malappuram. They feared their landlords the most and constantly worried about the plight of their crops from natural calamities. Chathan and Neeli then move into the forest where they fall in love and are tranquil in sensing the wisdom of divinity.

Neeli lay on Chathan’s bare chest, beside a bubbling brook, amidst the lush evergreen forests of Malappuram. Words filled with divine love flowed between them; and as it entered the heart of Chathan, he felt rejuvenated like a raging torrent flowing in a parched desert. Hardship was all that Chatan had faced, his entire life, and his newfound love with Neeli seemed to cascade from within him, a passage-way to heaven.

While whispering into his lover’s ears, Chathan traced lines on her naked bosom, with his long slender fingers. “God has made you perfect, and he has made you just for me”, he told her, “for I am an artist – a sculptor, and you, Neeli, are the most beautiful sculpture I have ever come across”.