Fahrenheit 451...

Well - this isn't a tribute to great Ray Bradbury - great souls never need a tribute. They are always around. Their presence in the worlds - both real and ethereal - doesn't necessitate any events - be it birthday, anniversary, or death.

The impetus is more subtle. It's quite intriguing how visionaries' creations emerge, expand and evolve with time, and become future-realities. And more intriguing is how world remains obscured from it. 


A fish doesn't realize she is in water until she comes out, to find out it was her survival. Countries, societies, families - all meet similar fate. The pattern? Ignore little changes. Ignore need to change. Ignore inner voices. Suppress anything that tries to tumble one out of his vaguely-defined comfort zones.

Complex? Yes it is. Take for example Galilio's overthrowing of Aristotle's postulates about Earth being the center of the universe. World hanged him until he bagged for mercy, and died with the kind of fame that he didn't deserve.

Looking at 20th century progress of mankind, one feels proud. But if one looks at the five centuries of turmoil that renaissance-martyrs went through, one wouldn't be surprised we are living in a world that is so industrialized, automated, and comfortable. There is so much sown in by our ancestors - their blood, their right to live with peace, their convictions, their freedom of ideas and expressions. 


And what we reap are just palpable outcomes of those seeds. We have a world full of facilities, we have a world full of elusive progress. And yet we don't have enough freedom. Nor we have equality or wisdom.


Our ignorance to such tumultuous building blocks of history paves the way for our insensivities towards changes taking place as we live. Insensivities to little changes that should forewarn us of something bigger. Insensivities to those often harsh but truer voices that forecasts how the world will be. Insensivities to our own sensitivities that fade with time, with our willful consent.

Galileo died thinking the world didn't deserve him. He didn't live long enough to see his truths being realized around the world - shortly after he died. That, in fact, was a fact that elevated himself above every moral system of religion and science prevalent in his time. He died with regret, but his regret was like that of Jesus who forgave his tormentors for their inability.

The irony was on Ray Bradbury. He lived through the turmoil he predicted at its birth, and gleefully watched people garlanding him, with total disregard towards the truth he predicted. They didn't strangle him. They did worse. They celebrated him as a visionary who predicted that all the wise words will be burnt some day. And at the same time they materialized everything he depicted as devilish in his magnum opus.

It isn't about how much a written word matters. It matters just like DNA - and this fact does not owe its credibility to our acceptance. In the last half century, the world has been burning every written word, despite being existent because of it. It has burnt this word not in literal sense - but in poetical sense. This written word has meant our ability to think and grow, to indulge into something with deepest desire.  The world has buried this written word below a pile of junk - Gadgets, events, and puppets. 

If irony has got anything intertwined with greatness, here it is:
Reflecting on his name - he was a Ray of hope with a Brad in his pen that endeavored to amend the civilization. 

Well, he got Buried.

RIP.

Why man needs success...

When reading the title of this blog, you would expect it to discuss success in societal definitions.

In other words, you will expect that this post will go at length to make you think - 

-success: what is it that you really want because you love it. 

-success: what is it that you really love but don't want to own.

-success: what it is that you despise but still want because your friends/relatives/peers want you to want it.

-success: what it is that you really don't give a damn to, but still want because your enemy loves/hates it.

-last but not the least (and how could I have forgotten it!), what makes you successful

Well, actually, none of it.

This post will analyze success not as a social phenomena, but as a biological need.

A complete 180 degree reversal from what you expected? 

Well, it's needed. Because we are talking about the thing that makes us go round 24 hours, 7 days.

We want to build up our theory on some example postulates. So postulates like "The need for success in a man is similar to a need for success for a dog/lion/duck", "Monkey was less inclined to succeed than a homo-sapiens" and so on. 

Darwinially (the adverb I just coined), yes. 

Man want success not because of a psychological characteristic called Ambition, but because something much deeper within him as a species. Something inner that drives him for food, something basic that makes him starve for sex - similar something drives him crazy for success. The more openly he accepts and follows this hunger, more successful he becomes in socially acceptable norms. The more he suppresses this primal need, more he suffers.

Come back to evolution: Darwin was the one who firstly claimed it is man's fitness success to have survived.

Likewise, every organism fights its way to survive, to grow, and to rule.

If at some day man fails to function because of the evils he has done to mother nature, the process will not be different from a stock-exchange graphs - which is a mere short-span manifest of our need to surround ourselves with success/failure.

Fitness today is never limited to physical state. Mental fitness has worldwide acceptability as a basic right.

Success plays an important psychological factor in his multi-dimensional development.

In order to be fit, man needs to accept 'need for success'. 

Ultimate success or failure is a natural selection (Darwin again!), and is an implicit ingredient in every animal's life.