Anti-Heisenberg Principle of mind 🤔

While meditating yesterday, I came to a realization which I will call as anti-Heisenberg Principle of Meditation.

While you are meditating, your mind will be playing tricks with you. Probably you will end up rummaging through your memories or your diurnal activities. Most of the meditation techniques that I know about, ask you to focus on your breathing since it is the easiest universal thing for anyone.

I realized the moment you start focussing on your mind, observing it as an outsider, observing it’s monkey chatter is going in there, it becomes still and placed. Like mimosa (touch me not). Hence the name anti-Heisenberg, for as per Heisenberg Principle, the moment you try to measure the mass or velocity of moving particle, you have disturbed the particle by observing it. But in our case (or maybe in my case), the moment you observe the mind, it stops all the chatter and becomes calm and reposed.

Of living in simulation and AI !

His nose was clogged, and a stream of sweat passed down from his temples, he had been recuperating for 3 weeks now, from those impostor bacteria or virus hosting themselves in his body, and his body calling upon them for illegal trespassing.

The house of cards, was moving along, in its own political glory and an incoming house shifting was due this weekend, along with couple of social calls and a concert with Morrissey. His friends were Morrissey fan, and he kind of became one eventually.

There was this single streak of light, shining through the heavy curtains, which found its own path and illuminated his self.

There were notifications of stock market movings, of whatsapp notifications and he thought to himself what have we done to ourselves with life becoming endless small manoeuvre of clearing notifications , with a short attention span, and clutching over small metal rectangles for most of our waking life. As it was mentioned in simulation argument by University of Maryland, theoretical physicist. Aren’t we already in a simulation ? [1]

And if you come to think of it, it was 2/3 of your waking life delving over world news, keeping up with trends , meeting your friends, judging ones not your friends, and love feelings for your girlfriends, spouses and kids. It was other 1/3 of daily life that intrigued him, when everyone went down to sleep. Thats where all those waking alpha waves, beta waves and delta waves started emitting from your brain cells, and all would dream. It was like a common thread running across everyone’s life. I think neil gaiman was a genius basing his graphic novel on this.[2]

Then there were ones who dreamt of going into space, to mars by 2030, betting on artificial intelligence, thats like that, the amount of stuff that computers did for us and is doing of us is overwhelming. And to imagine in 10-20years as futurist Ray Kurzweil predicts , AI would have a life of their own, what they won’t have is concsciousness.[3]

And in pursuit of this he had been delving in world of machine learning and artificial intelligence for quite a while now. Getting his basics cleared up with all those mathematical algorithms with heavy duty statistics and linear algebra. and trying to find its decent implication on his current project ideas and may be a future company based on it.

You see it is inevitable, he looked back in his iPhone 7, to see what latest notification it held for him, he moved around bit and bought pack of groundnuts to keep him company. Ever since he lost his old iPhone to the fairies in Isle of skye. (

Remembering it seemed to be from another world, although it had been a mere 4-5 months, thats how one gets woven in his daily life of ambitions , careers and responsibilities.
He had promised himself to finish off his last two lectures from machine learning class, and in guilt he stopped jotting this down.





Blind Camaraderie

He caught another echo, he held it in light, observed it only to realize that it was his own thoughts. The moonlight sonata would have ended in another 2 mins and 4 seconds, a sense of urgency gripped him. He silently took a challenge to write something before it ends. It was like reading Harry Potter novels , when he got them a day before he was to catch train back to hilly adobes, all he could see was 14-15 hours in hand and … (hah… trickster did a stealthy rewind, buys him another 4 minutes or so)…and all he could concentrate on finishing the book, even if it was reading with lamp inside the quilt. From his view point it looked like that shorter chap was hanging onto the other guy’s shoulders. As he moved a bit ahead he realised that they were atop a pony or was it a horse? Rather the shorter chap was astride the horse and  elder one was standing beside him. Both of them had a frail look, tired eyes which reflected their tired soul and the lines on their face had seen better, younger days. The horse was white or more of a pale white, and they had painted skin around his eyes as pink. His eyes made eye contact with theirs and boom the older chap was looking into infinity… as if no space …no world existed between him and infinity. It looked liked teary eyed but then it wasn’t tears. The elder pressed his partners hand gently below the elbow, signalling that it was time to move. It was then he realised that both of them were blind, and horse was their guiding ally. He quickly took a note to  find a doc for them.

The only joyous thing in the whole scene was horse, the white horse, the white horse with his white mane, the white horse with white mane having funny pink color painted around his eyes. His eyes were pure happiness !! He was stuck with the stark juxtaposition of man vs animal … of happiness vs melancholy…

And yet he remembered

Psalm 33:17 A horse is a vain hope for deliverance; despite all its great strength it cannot save.

Probably the religious essence was in 33:18- 33:22.

Psalm 33:18-22
New International Version (NIV)

18 But the eyes of the Lord are on those who fear him,
on those whose hope is in his unfailing love,
19 to deliver them from death
and keep them alive in famine.
20 We wait in hope for the Lord;
he is our help and our shield.
21 In him our hearts rejoice,
for we trust in his holy name.
22 May your unfailing love be with us, Lord,
even as we put our hope in you.

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