<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:55:05.627-08:00</updated><category term='Sex love romance marriage mate selection genes evolutionary theory evolutionary psychology Dylan Evans'/><category term='corporal punishment'/><category term='Linguistics philosophy of language mind semantics'/><category term='Rajneesh Osho'/><category term='Cosmos physics astronomy Amit Goswami'/><category term='Kuldip Dhiman Pim van Lommel Consciousness Beyond Life Near Death Experience NDE Quantum Mechanics'/><category term='Short story Kuldip Dhiman Bangalore Rajamahal Vilas Extension Kendriya Vidyalaya Hebbal'/><category term='Evolutionary Psychology'/><category term='Consciousness Psychology Philosophy Science Physics Quantum Mechanics NDE Near Death Experience Wave function collapse Chris Carter'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Kuldip Dhiman Stephen Hawking  Mlodinow M-Theory Grand Design Scientific Determinism Free will alternative histories Darwin Wallace Elimination of metaphysics'/><category term='Ethics/Management'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Violence against children'/><category term='Science/Philosophy of Science/Physics'/><category term='Ramakrishna Paramhamsa Amiya Sen Bhakti Movement'/><category term='Sarasvati Ghaggar Hakra Harappa Indus Valley Rig Vedic age'/><category term='child abuse'/><title type='text'>Kuldip Dhiman's Philosophy &amp; Psychology Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about philosophy, psychology, evolutionary theory, evolutionary psychology, arts, and literature</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-2257083826712571930</id><published>2011-02-24T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:26:43.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuldip Dhiman Pim van Lommel Consciousness Beyond Life Near Death Experience NDE Quantum Mechanics'/><title type='text'>A brush with death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AET2ZSt5Lt4/TWaGSyxWgnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8AaXtCnzQH0/s1600/Pim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AET2ZSt5Lt4/TWaGSyxWgnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8AaXtCnzQH0/s400/Pim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577292845969474162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tribune&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, October 24, 2010&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20101024/spectrum/book5.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience&lt;br /&gt;By Pim van Lommel, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;HarperOne. Pages 442.&lt;br /&gt;Price not stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE can be nothing more obvious than consciousness. After all, we seem to experience it all the time. As the philosopher Rene Descartes said, you could doubt the existence of everything, but you could not doubt your own existence, and that is because you are thinking and you are conscious. And yet, consciousness is the biggest mystery ever, and there are philosophers and scientists who say consciousness is mere fiction, or at the most it is an epiphenomenon, i.e., it is a by-product of bio-chemical activity in the brain. Of late, the materialist view is being questioned, and scientists are beginning to take consciousness seriously. Many now believe that consciousness is somehow connected with the brain, and that it ends with death. In other words, body is a necessary condition for consciousness. That is why, when someone receives a severe blow on the head, they might become unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not that simple, however. Scientists and philosophers have now begun to consider seriously that, which has been claimed for centuries by people in diverse cultures. Many people all over the world have for ages said that they have experienced being out of their bodies. This is now known as a near-death experience (NDE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Consciousness Beyond Life, cardiologist Pim van Lommel defines an NDE as "the (reported) recollection of all the impressions gained during a special state of consciousness, which includes some specific elements such as witnessing a tunnel, a light, a panoramic life review, deceased persons, or ones own resuscitation". Most cases of NDE were experienced during a heart attack, in a state of coma after a traffic accident, asphyxia, intoxication, electrocution, depression, failed suicide, or during meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his long career as a doctor, Lommel says he was surprised by the number of his patients who claimed to have had near-death experiences after a heart attack. His training as a mainstream scientist made it difficult for him to believe these accounts, but he could not ignore the cases for too long. Recent studies in the US and Germany suggest that approximately 4.2 per cent of the population has reported an NDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To verify the claims of his patients, he designed a research methodology, so he could investigate the phenomenon under controlled conditions. After years of hard work, he and his fellow researchers published their findings in the medical journal, The Lancet, in 2001. The present volume is based on that study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lommel gives us a good background to physiological and psychological theories that try to explain NDE, but finds most of them are unable to come with a satisfactory explanation. "There is no direct evidence to prove if and how neurons in the brain produce the subjective essence of our consciousness . . . materialist approach falls short in many respects and can no longer be maintained in its current form. It is now becoming increasingly clear that brain activity in itself cannot explain consciousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we do not yet have a satisfactory theory to explain consciousness, the author feels that quantum mechanics could possibly be a strong candidate. "This not-yet-commonly-accepted interpretation posits that our picture of reality is based on the information received by our consciousness. This transforms modern science into a subjective science in which consciousness plays a fundamental role." Of course, quantum theory cannot explain consciousness fully, but in conjunction with the results and conclusions from NDE research, it can contribute to a better understanding of the transition or interface between consciousness and the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying cases of NDE, Lommel has come to a conclusion that brain is not a necessary condition for consciousness, i.e., consciousness can exist independently. He strongly believes that consciousness cannot be located in a particular space and time, this is known as nonlocality. "Complete and endless consciousness is everywhere in a dimension that is not tied to time or place, where past, present, and future all exist and are accessible at the same time. This endless consciousness is always in and around us. We have no theories to prove or measure nonlocal space and nonlocal consciousness in the material world. The brain and the body merely function as an interface or relay station to receive part of our total consciousness," says the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very well-written book; it should be read especially by those who still strongly cling to the materialistic paradigm of science — the problem is, they won’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-2257083826712571930?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/2257083826712571930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=2257083826712571930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/2257083826712571930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/2257083826712571930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2011/02/brush-with-death.html' title='A brush with death'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AET2ZSt5Lt4/TWaGSyxWgnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8AaXtCnzQH0/s72-c/Pim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-1967687509071820027</id><published>2011-02-24T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:20:09.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuldip Dhiman Stephen Hawking  Mlodinow M-Theory Grand Design Scientific Determinism Free will alternative histories Darwin Wallace Elimination of metaphysics'/><title type='text'>Will science find the final answer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAZd9f_Xks/TWaD3BbZnXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-rY_4vt-bM0/s1600/Hawking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAZd9f_Xks/TWaD3BbZnXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-rY_4vt-bM0/s400/Hawking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577290169844342130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tribune&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, February 20, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Design: New Answers to the Ultimate Questions of Life&lt;br /&gt;By Stephen Hawking &amp;amp; Leonard Mlodinow.&lt;br /&gt;Bantam Press.&lt;br /&gt;Pages 200. Rs 599.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS you are reading this review, an exact copy of yours could be going to war in a galaxy far away, and yet another copy doing household chores in another universe, and yet another having dinner in a restaurant hundreds of light years away. This idea is not of science fiction but an inference from the equations of theoretical physics. Physics has come a long way from Aristotle, Galileo, Newton and others, so much so that if these great minds from the past were to visit us today, they would be totally confounded by the latest work that is being carried out by theorists like Stephen Hawking, Roger Penrose and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand Design, by Stephen Hawking and Leonard Mlodinow, is a book that tries to explain the latest in physics to the non-specialist with the help of lively prose and excellent illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do theoretical physicists do? In the past, scientists conducted experiments in the lab or in nature and formulated theories to explain the laws of nature so that predictions could be made. Today, theories are so complex and elaborate that a lone scientist cannot conduct experiments to test a theory. Collaboration of several colleagues and huge financial and infrastructural resources are required. Some of the theories are so abstract that by the time experimental confirmation is made, most theoreticians will not be around. This is well reflected in a cartoon by Sydney Harris in the book. A woman is introducing a theoretical physicist to another theoretical physicist by saying: "You both have something in common. Dr. Davis has discovered a particle which nobody has seen, and Prof. Higbe has discovered a galaxy which nobody has seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past three of 400 years older theories have been constantly replaced with newer ones, and at this rate we might wonder if scientists might reach a stage when someone might formulate a theory that explains everything, in other words a theory which cannot be improved upon. The authors suggest that M-theory is the only one that a final theory ought to have. The book is about this theory. But why do we need such a theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a century ago, Maxwell and Einstein united the theories of electricity, magnetism and light, and following that a standard model was created in the 1970s in the form of a single theory of the strong and weak nuclear forces, and the electromagnetic force. In order to include gravity, string theory and M-theory were formulated. M-Theory is not yet complete, but it has passed several tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do we need theories? After Newton gave his famous laws of motion and gravity, scientists have wondered how do laws originate, are there any exceptions to the laws, and if there is only one set of laws. Hawking and Mlodinow show us that laws are formulated by observing regularities in nature, and they are mathematically described. Secondly, there can be no exception to the laws, i.e., there is no room for miracles. This is called scientific determinism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world is determined by the laws of science, you might ask if we have a free will. According to the authors, we are made of so many particles and processes and there are so many variables, that to make any prediction about human behaviour is impossible. As Richard Dawkins, the famous theorist and writer of The Selfish Gene has argued that the brain process is so complicated that it is better to assume we have a free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, is there only one set of possible laws? In the chapter Alternative Histories, the authors show us how particles of matter fired at a screen with two slits in it could exhibit interference patterns just as water waves do. This happens because a particle does not have a unique history. In other words, as a particle moves from point ‘A’ to ‘B’, it does not take one definite path as our everyday experience would expect, but rather simultaneously takes every possible path connecting the two points. In such a scenario a particle could travel through both slits at the same time and interfere with itself. This was first showed by Richard Feynman who suggested that to calculate the probability of any particular endpoint, we need to consider all the possible histories that the particle might follow from its starting point to that endpoint. The authors say that we could also use Feynman’s methods to calculate the quantum probabilities for observations of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this view, the universe appeared spontaneously, starting off in every possible way. Most of these correspond to other universes. While some of these correspond to other universes. While some of those universes are similar to ours, most are very different. They aren’t just different in details, such as whether Elvis really did die young or whether turnips are desert food, but rather they differ even in their apparent laws of nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual assumption in cosmology is that the universe has a single definite history. Hawking and Mlodinow hold that we could use the laws of physics to calculate how this history develops with time. This is known as the "bottom-up" approach to cosmology. But since we must take into account the quantum nature of the universe, the probability amplitude that the universe is now in a particular state is arrived at by adding up the contributions from all the histories. Instead of the bottom-up approach, one should trace the histories from the top down, backwards from the present time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the books title The Grand Design, it is argued that just as Darwin and Wallace explained how living forms could evolve through natural selection without the help of God, "the multiverse concept can explain the fine-tuning of physical law without the need for a benevolent creator who made the universe for our benefit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawking and Mlodinow are great physicists, but they seem to have a very poor grasp of philosophy when they say that philosophy is dead as it has not kept up with modern developments in science, particularly physics. It is true that most philosophers have knowledge of physics that is over a century old, but that does not apply to all philosophers. When scientists say science ought to be done with a certain methodology, and when they talk about space, time, etc., they are giving us a framework of the scientific method, and they are formulating concepts. If this is not philosophy, then what is? It is a different matter that such a framework might be formulated by scientists themselves. But when they do so, they are doing philosophy, however, what they do with this framework and methodology is science. The antipathy towards philosophy is, perhaps, a hangover of the idea of elimination of metaphysics as suggested by some thinkers at the beginning of the 20th century. Philosophy is more than metaphysics; it includes ontology, epistemology, ethics, arts, religion, politics and logic. Without logic, science would be dead. When you say a thing "ought" to be done in a certain way, you are giving a philosophy; when you talk about space, time, matter, etc., you are formulating concepts, this is philosophy, and it is at the bottom of any discipline of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question of free will, we might recall that when Hawking was working on his PhD thesis in the early 1960s, he was diagnosed with ALS, and he was told that he would not survive for too long. Nearly 46 years have gone by, Hawking is not only alive but is grappling with some of the most stubborn problems of theoretical physics. One wonders if this is because of his strong will, or it is the result of the position and spin of the trillions and trillions of atoms that are tossing around in his body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-1967687509071820027?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/1967687509071820027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=1967687509071820027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1967687509071820027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1967687509071820027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2011/02/will-science-find-final-answer.html' title='Will science find the final answer?'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAZd9f_Xks/TWaD3BbZnXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-rY_4vt-bM0/s72-c/Hawking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-5780927002551577017</id><published>2011-01-16T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:28:20.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consciousness Psychology Philosophy Science Physics Quantum Mechanics NDE Near Death Experience Wave function collapse Chris Carter'/><title type='text'>Do we end with death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TTK5woipVMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2iYcSAYviZ8/s1600/book4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TTK5woipVMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2iYcSAYviZ8/s400/book4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562712734923576514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tribune, Sunday, January 16, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and the Near-Death Experience&lt;br /&gt;How Consciousness Survives Death&lt;br /&gt;By Chris Carter&lt;br /&gt;Inner Traditions&lt;br /&gt;Pages 304, Price: Not stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and the Near-Death Experience: How Consciousness Survives DeathIn the present volume Science and the Near-Death Experience: How Consciousness Survives Death, philosopher Chris Carter (not to be confused with the creator of The X-Files) mentions the strange case of A. S. Wiltse, a physician suffering from typhoid, who was declared ‘dead’ by his doctors. It later emerged that he had actually gone into a coma. After regaining consciousness he told the doctors that he had had the strange experience of leaving his body during the comatose state. ‘As I turned, my elbow came into contact with the arm of one of two gentlemen who were standing in the door. To my surprise his arm passed right through mine without apparent resistance . . . I directed my gaze in the direction of his and saw my own dead body.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the several cases of the near-death-experience (NDE) reported in the book from all over the world from a wide spectrum of peoples who were declared clinically dead or very close to death. The common experience of most of the subjects who report an NDE is a feeling of detachment from the body, levitating in the air; extreme fear and supreme bliss at the same time; and a sense of absolute dissolution. Some talk of going through a tunnel and seeing bright light at the end, while others speak of meeting dead relatives or friends. Many subjects recall that they could think a lot more rationally and clearly; some claim to have had a 360-degree vision during the period and could read the thoughts of others. However, not all the NDEs are a result of life-threatening situations for one might have such an experience during meditation or even while doing mundane activities. Sceptics regard such experiences as hallucinatory, while paranormal specialists find them to be evidence of an afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the experience most subjects find a greater urge to know their purpose in life; they also show increased compassion for others, and an increased interest in spirituality and a lack of interest in sectarian religion. Most of them fear death no longer as they begin to believe that this life is not the end. Carter cites studies which indicate that among those individuals who come close to death, about 30 per cent report an NDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the mysterious nature of these cases, Chris Carter has a more serious purpose in writing this book. The central question he poses is whether the mind depends upon the brain, or can it also exist independently of it. This is a perennial problem in philosophy and science, and in spite of tremendous progress made in neuroscience and other disciplines, the solution eludes us. Most philosophers and scientists would say that the mind cannot exist independently of the brain — Chris Carter boldly argues that it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One phenomenon that might shed new light on the mind-body problem is the near-death experience (NDE) just mentioned. Those who believe that consciousness is dependent upon the brain say that as a strong blow to the head often results in a loss of consciousness, it is proof enough that mind depends upon the brain. This inference is flawed counters Carter. For example, if the radio we are listening to is smashed, it does not follow that the music we were listening to was being produced by the radio. The implicit assumption here, Carter points out is that "the relationship between brain activity and consciousness was always one of cause to effect, and never that of effect to cause. But this assumption is not known to be true, and it is not the only conceivable one consistent with the observed facts mentioned earlier. Just as consistent with the observed facts is the idea that the brain’s function is that of an intermediary between mind and body, or in other words, that the brain’s function is that of a two-way receiver-transmitter — sometimes form body to mind, and sometimes mind to body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point Carter is making is that there is something like universal consciousness which the brain manifests in a limited way. So even if the brain perishes upon death of a person, the universal consciousness continues to remain independently. "The fact that up until the brain’s death the mind can be affected by the condition and limitations of the brain does not entail that the mind cannot continue to exist without the brain and carry on at least some of its processes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is an open attack on established materialistic science which is based on classical physics in which all interactions between particles are local and occur independent of anyone observing them. Some theorists of this school hold that consciousness is outside their domain, while others stress that it is just an illusion. There are many theorists who have rebelled against the assumptions of classical physics, and they point out that quantum mechanics might hold the key to consciousness. Carter devotes over 50 pages in the chapter Physics and Consciousness where he gives a very clear and lucid picture of quantum mechanics, and tries to show how it could explain consciousness. Readers familiar with quantum mechanics would know that the apparent observer-induced change in an atom’s mode of existence is called the collapse of the wave function. In other words, the conclusion of the experiment depends upon the conscious observer. Hence, some theorists propose that the collapse of the wave function cannot be a physical process; instead, the intervention of something from outside of physics is required. Something that is not subject to the laws of quantum mechanics, and the only such entity is consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2011/20110116/spectrum/book4.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-5780927002551577017?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/5780927002551577017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=5780927002551577017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5780927002551577017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5780927002551577017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-we-end-with-death.html' title='Do we end with death?'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TTK5woipVMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2iYcSAYviZ8/s72-c/book4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-1468545324894873111</id><published>2010-10-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T06:52:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brush with death</title><content type='html'>The Tribune, Sunday, October 24, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A brush with death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience&lt;br /&gt;By Pim van Lommel, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;HarperOne. Pages 442.&lt;br /&gt;Price not stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be nothing more obvious than consciousness. After all, we seem to experience it all the time. As the philosopher Rene Descartes said, you could doubt the existence of everything, but you could not doubt your own existence, and that is because you are thinking and you are conscious. And yet, consciousness is the biggest mystery ever, and there are philosophers and scientists who say consciousness is mere fiction, or at the most it is an epiphenomenon, i.e., it is a by-product of bio-chemical activity in the brain. Of late, the materialist view is being questioned, and scientists are beginning to take consciousness seriously. Many now believe that consciousness is somehow connected with the brain, and that it ends with death. In other words, body is a necessary condition for consciousness. That is why, when someone receives a severe blow on the head, they might become unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are not that simple, however. Scientists and philosophers have now begun to consider seriously that, which has been claimed for centuries by people in diverse cultures. Many people all over the world have for ages said that they have experienced being out of their bodies. This is now known as a near-death experience (NDE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Consciousness Beyond Life, cardiologist Pim van Lommel defines an NDE as "the (reported) recollection of all the impressions gained during a special state of consciousness, which includes some specific elements such as witnessing a tunnel, a light, a panoramic life review, deceased persons, or ones own resuscitation". Most cases of NDE were experienced during a heart attack, in a state of coma after a traffic accident, asphyxia, intoxication, electrocution, depression, failed suicide, or during meditation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his long career as a doctor, Lommel says he was surprised by the number of his patients who claimed to have had near-death experiences after a heart attack. His training as a mainstream scientist made it difficult for him to believe these accounts, but he could not ignore the cases for too long. Recent studies in the US and Germany suggest that approximately 4.2 per cent of the population has reported an NDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To verify the claims of his patients, he designed a research methodology, so he could investigate the phenomenon under controlled conditions. After years of hard work, he and his fellow researchers published their findings in the medical journal, The Lancet, in 2001. The present volume is based on that study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lommel gives us a good background to physiological and psychological theories that try to explain NDE, but finds most of them are unable to come with a satisfactory explanation. "There is no direct evidence to prove if and how neurons in the brain produce the subjective essence of our consciousness . . . materialist approach falls short in many respects and can no longer be maintained in its current form. It is now becoming increasingly clear that brain activity in itself cannot explain consciousness."&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;Although we do not yet have a satisfactory theory to explain consciousness, the author feels that quantum mechanics could possibly be a strong candidate. "This not-yet-commonly-accepted interpretation posits that our picture of reality is based on the information received by our consciousness. This transforms modern science into a subjective science in which consciousness plays a fundamental role." Of course, quantum theory cannot explain consciousness fully, but in conjunction with the results and conclusions from NDE research, it can contribute to a better understanding of the transition or interface between consciousness and the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying cases of NDE, Lommel has come to a conclusion that brain is not a necessary condition for consciousness, i.e., consciousness can exist independently. He strongly believes that consciousness cannot be located in a particular space and time, this is known as nonlocality. "Complete and endless consciousness is everywhere in a dimension that is not tied to time or place, where past, present, and future all exist and are accessible at the same time. This endless consciousness is always in and around us. We have no theories to prove or measure nonlocal space and nonlocal consciousness in the material world. The brain and the body merely function as an interface or relay station to receive part of our total consciousness," says the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very well-written book; it should be read especially by those who still strongly cling to the materialistic paradigm of science — the problem is, they won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20101024/spectrum/book5.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-1468545324894873111?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/1468545324894873111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=1468545324894873111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1468545324894873111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1468545324894873111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/10/brush-with-death_24.html' title='A brush with death'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-3371081951049819225</id><published>2010-09-15T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:49:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstorming the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TJDO6JlhPdI/AAAAAAAAADs/RwmXszeqfL4/s1600/br-kuldip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TJDO6JlhPdI/AAAAAAAAADs/RwmXszeqfL4/s400/br-kuldip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517137041929878994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emerging Mind&lt;br /&gt;By Vilayanur Ramchandran.&lt;br /&gt;BBC-Profile Books.&lt;br /&gt;Pages 208. Rs 195.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR Vilayanur Ramachandran, the author of The Emerging Mind, mentions the case of David who had sustained head injury in a car accident, and was in a state of coma. He came out of coma and seemed quite normal, except he started having one delusion—he would look at his mother and say, "Doctor, this woman looks exactly like my mother but she isn’t, she is an impostor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are patients whose legs have been amputated, yet they feel pain in these so-called phantom limbs, and this pain seems to be real. There are others who see only half of the scene before them. So, when they eat from a plate, they eat only one half of it, leaving the other untouched, as they can’t see it. Some have a normal vision but are blind to one particular colour. All these patients have suffered damage to their brain, and these cases are important in understanding the functioning of the brain which is the most complex and mysterious structure in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with the advances made in neuroscience that we have just begun to slightly appreciate the sheer complexity of the brain, which is made up of one hundred billion nerve cells or neurons that form the basic structural and functional units of the nervous system. Each neuron makes 1,000 to 10,000 contacts with other neurons and these points of contact are called synapses. It is here that exchange of information occurs. It has been calculated that the number of possible permutations and combinations of brain activity, in other words, the numbers of brain states, exceeds the number of elementary particles in the known universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a further complication. Although the brain might be the most structure, we can still hope to understand it one day as it is after all a physical structure. What is more illusive to comprehend is the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many take the brain and the mind to be one, but this view is not accepted by several thinkers and scientists. And what about consciousness? We do not see the world like a camera, we actually feel it. Although the brain might be a necessary condition for consciousness, it is difficult to explain how consciousness arises out of nerve tissues and neurons. Many scientists, who have been studying cases of near-death experiences and other paranormal activities, have begun to question the assumption that to be conscious a brain is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since Ramachandran is a mainstream neuroscientist, he limits his arguments to the brain being necessary for consciousness. He is humble enough to concede that in spite of all the impressive advances we have made, there is hope that we might get some understanding of the mind. Especially, after the discovery of the molecular structure of DNA, we are for the first time in a position to understand directly DNA’s contribution to the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramachandran has studied brain-damaged patients in order to solve the brain-mind mystery. In the case of David, the author explains that vision is a very complex process. When we see a thing, it is analysed by thirty different visual areas at the back of our brain. Only then can we recognise the object we are seeing, whether it is a cat, a table, or mother. This identification takes place in a small brain region called the fusiform gyrus—which is damaged in patients with face blindness. Finally, once the image is recognised, the message is relayed to the limbic system, the emotional core of the brain, which allows you to gauge the emotional significance of what you are looking at. "In David’s case," says Ramachandran, "perhaps the fusiform gyrus and all the visual areas are completely normal, so his brain tells him that the woman he sees looks like his mother. But to put it crudely, the ‘wire’ that goes from the visual centres to the amygdala, to the emotional centres, is cut by the accident. So, he looks at his mother and thinks, "She looks just like my mother, but if it’s my mother why don’t I feel anything towards her? No, this can’t possibly be my mother, it’s some stranger pretending to be my mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book also tackles other eternal questions such as selfhood, free will, and aesthetics. Art, its creation and enjoyment, is a mysterious activity. Although art is a subjective and individualistic, Ramachandran wonders if there are any universal principals of art. Many thinkers have held that art is a social activity, inspired by the environment. While this is certainly true, many human beings have innate artistic capabilities of either creating or appreciating art. What follows is a lively discussion of the emergence of art and art styles, which is rather long to be discussed in detail here. The author does not merely speculate, he shows how his theory of art could be empirically tested by studying how the brain circuitry behaves while creating art. The same method can be applied to study romantic love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramachandran gives an example of two people in love sometime in distant future. As they make love, their brains are being mapped, and the electrochemical activity that is going on becomes apparent. The man says to the girl, "You mean that’s all there is to it? Your love isn’t real? It is all just chemicals?" The girl replies, "On the contrary, all this brain activity provides hard evidence that I do love you, that I’m not just faking it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions are notoriously difficult to answer, but the author says maybe there is a single answer to the problem just at DNA base-pairing was the solution to the riddle of heredity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of selfhood is defined by a set of attributes such as embodiment, agency, unity, continuity. The author says maybe we will succeed in explaining each of these attributes individually in terms of what is going on in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you agree with the contention or not, this is a very interesting and informative book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100829/spectrum/book3.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-3371081951049819225?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/3371081951049819225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=3371081951049819225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3371081951049819225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3371081951049819225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/09/brainstorming-mind_169.html' title='Brainstorming the Mind'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TJDO6JlhPdI/AAAAAAAAADs/RwmXszeqfL4/s72-c/br-kuldip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-4519846925187803396</id><published>2010-08-02T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:29:08.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linguistics philosophy of language mind semantics'/><title type='text'>Language shapes our world</title><content type='html'>http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100801/spectrum/book1.htm&lt;br /&gt;The Tribune, Sunday, August 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Stuff of Thought&lt;br /&gt;Steven Pinker&lt;br /&gt;Penguin. Pages 500, Price: £ 3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare wrote famously in Romeo and Juliet: "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." We might disagree with the Bard, for although it is true that if rose had some other name, it would taste as sweet, but it would depend on what that other name was. The rose would not smell as sweet if it were a homonym of ‘shit’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the influence of philosophers like Nietzsche, Heidegger, Russell, and Wittgenstein most of us strongly believe that language shapes our world. This view was taken to the extreme when Roland Barthers said, "Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American experimental psychologist, cognitive scientist and linguist Steven Pinker defies these extremely influential philosophers. He upends the established view by forcefully arguing that it is our thoughts &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TFb_wIrWC6I/AAAAAAAAADc/E4P_UzWNm3c/s1600/br-kuldip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TFb_wIrWC6I/AAAAAAAAADc/E4P_UzWNm3c/s400/br-kuldip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500865197307726754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about the world around us that actually shape our language. After all if roses never existed, we would not think about their smelling sweet or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinker is a versatile genius who is eminently persuasive and eloquent. Philosophy of language, Semantics, linguistics, and evolutionary psychology are his main interests. Philosophy of language concerns problems such as: How words relate to reality; What is the nature of meaning? What is truth, reference, logical necessity? Semantics is the study of meaning in language, and Linguistics is the scientific study of natural language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinker’s earlier books The Language Instinct (1995), Words and Rules (1999) explored the human capacity for language – how we manage to absorb innumerable words and the astonishingly complex rules that govern their use. In two other books, How the Mind Works (1997) and The Blank Slate (2002), he examined human nature, mind, and consciousness using an evolutionary framework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His latest book The Stuff of Thought: Language as a Window into Human Nature shows that semantics and psychology are ultimately related. Human beings think, language is the medium with which they think, and thinking constructs our world for them. Each individual thinks differently, hence each of us lives in a different world though the objective reality is the same for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinker begins the book by asking us to recall what happened on September 11, 2001. He asks us how many events took place on that fateful day. Most of us would say one event took place because although the World Trade Center had two towers, they should be treated as one, and though several people were involved, the attacks were conceived in the mind of one man who had just one mission. Some might argue they were two events as there were two separate buildings standing at a reasonable distance from each other; they were struck at different times, and collapsed at different times. Many of us might be frustrated by this debate which seems frivolous, or mere philosophical hair-splitting. Whether it was a single event, two events, or three, what difference does it make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes a great difference points out Pinker. If the judges determining the insurance claims saw 9/11 as one event, the leaseholders of WTC would get three and a half billion dollars, on the other hand, if the lawyers could prove it that they were two events, the leaseholders would receive seven billion dollars. A difference of a solid three and a half billion dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, some might call it a terrorist attack on freedom; others might call it a holy war waged for freedom. The way language is used and conceived could be the difference between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinker writes: "The fact that rival construals of a single occurrence can trigger an extravagant court case tells us that the nature of reality does not dictate the way that reality is represented in people’s minds. The language of thought allows us to frame a situation in different and incompatible ways. . . . And the ability to frame an event in alternative ways is not just a reason to go to court but also the source of richness of human intellectual life. As we shall see, it provides the materials for scientific and literary creativity, for humor and wordplay, and for the dramas of social life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing in the same vein, Pinker says that most of the conflicts among peoples and countries are nothing but a matter of how we use words and definitions. Abortion is seen by some as the free choice of a woman to be a mother or not, while anti-abortionists term it as murder in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinker shows how our minds deal with the objective, physical world. Consider the following sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She loaded hay into the wagon",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She loaded the wagon with hay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although they might seem similar to us, the former is a content-locative construction in which the emphasis is on the thing being moved; and the latter is a container-locative construction in which the emphasis is on where the thing is being moved to. In the first case the impression is that some hay was loaded into the wagon, and in the second the suggestion is that the wagon was fully loaded with hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there is a major controversy in psychology about what is innate, i.e., hereditary, in us and what we acquire through culture and the environment. The established view is that nothing is innate; the mind is a blank slate on which experience is written.However, this view is being seriously challenged by thinkers like Pinker who hold that although environment plays its role, heredity, too, plays a major role in language acquisition because children learn their mother tongue very easily without any professional training, and animals cannot be taught a language no matter what training is given to them. The capacity to learn a language is innate, but what language a child learns would depend upon the society into which it is born. Further, the human brain is made up several specialist domains which make us capable of rationality, emotions, abstract theorising, and linguistic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a good number of other concepts like how we use proper names, indirection of speech, metaphors, swearwords, and jokes, which make this book extremely valuable for readers interested in language and the wonder called the human mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-4519846925187803396?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/4519846925187803396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=4519846925187803396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/4519846925187803396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/4519846925187803396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/08/language-shapes-our-world_02.html' title='Language shapes our world'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TFb_wIrWC6I/AAAAAAAAADc/E4P_UzWNm3c/s72-c/br-kuldip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-4461683359801311937</id><published>2010-07-20T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:24:14.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarasvati Ghaggar Hakra Harappa Indus Valley Rig Vedic age'/><title type='text'>The mystery of vanishing Sarasvati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Lost River: On the Trail of the Sarasvati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By Michel Danino. Penguin Books. Pages 358. Rs 399.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TH&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TEXaDmbYqdI/AAAAAAAAADU/X83rLghE_9w/s1600/b12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TEXaDmbYqdI/AAAAAAAAADU/X83rLghE_9w/s400/b12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496038675665430994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E importance of Ganges as the most sacred river in Indian culture cannot be overstressed. However, there was another river which was a lot more important than the Ganges. In fact, there are not very significant references to the Ganges in the Vedas. The pride of place was given to the Sarasvati, a river that no longer exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rig Veda considered it to be the mother of seven seas. There are 45 hymns in which the Rig Veda eulogises it. In the Ramayana, it is referred to as the sacred Ikshumati—Bhrahma’s daughter. The Mahabharata too has references to the river. But the story does not end here: there is strong evidence that apart from the Indus, the Sarasvati was also the lifeline of the Indus Valley Civilisation, thus prompting some scholars to call it the Indus-Sarasvati Civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In The Lost River: On the Trail of the Sarasvati, Michel Danino, a French scholar, gives a detailed account of the renewed interest in the disappearance of the ancient river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archaeologists have long speculated that the humble Ghaggar, which flows out of the Shivaliks, is actually the Sarasvati of antiquity. Danino says it is truly noteworthy that when the British archaeologists mapped the Indus Valley sites about two hundred years ago, they found most were located round the dry bed of Ghaggar-Hakra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why zero in on the Ghaggar-Hakra as a relic of the Sarasvati? Aren’t there other contenders? The Rig Veda mentions Sarasvati as a mighty river flowing from the mountain to the sea and located between the Yamuna and the Shutudri (Sutlej). The Mahabharata, the Brahmanas, and the Puranas also make similar references to the Sarasvati. Danino says the British explorers who took up the clue found several seasonal streams emerging from the Shivalik Hills, but no major river flowing between the Yamuna and the Sutlej. They continued their search nevertheless because there was a strong tradition mentioning a mighty river flowing westward and getting lost. This tradition correlated with Sanskrit texts, and the maps plotted by the British lent strong support for the thesis that the bed of the Ghaggar-Hakra was indeed a remnant of the mythical Sarasvati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author reviews the various projects undertaken by the British and other European adventurers since the days of the East India Company to find the Sarasvati. One of the earliest explorers was Colonel James Tod who speaks of the absorption of the Caggar (sic) river as one of the causes of the depopulation of the northern desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 200 years ago, a French scholar named Vivien de Saint-Martin, too, argued that all the streams that flow from the west to the east, the Ghaggar, the Markanda, the Dangri, the Sarsuti and the Chautang unite in a single bed which is the Rig Veda’s Sarasvati. Marc Aurel Stein, another archaeologist who came to India in the late 1880s, postulated that the easternmost tributary of the Ghaggar was still known as the Sarsuti, a corruption of ‘Sarasvati’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern scholars, too, have suggested that the Ghaggar is a strong contender for the mythical Sarasvati. Satellite imagery of the region shows that the Ghaggar, in other words the Sarasvati, was important not only in the Vedic times but also during the Harappan age. The Ghaggar was the lifeline of the Indus Valley Civilisation, because out of a sample of about 1,400 Harappan sites, more than 75 per cent are situated on the banks of the Ghaggar-Hakra channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was such an important river, what happened to it? Why did it vanish suddenly? Some researchers have suggested that it was the lack of rainfall over the years that dried up the Sarasvati. Richard Dixon Oldham, a British geologist, who joined the Geological Survey of India in 1879, rejected such theories. If that were the case, other rivers of the region would have got affected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He argued that part of Yamuna’s waters might have flowed into the Ghaggar-Hakra bed in Vedic times: "It may have been that the Yamuna, after leaving the hills, divided its waters and that the portion which flowed to the Punjab was known as Sarasvati, while that which joined the Ganges was called the Yamuna." Geological changes were responsible for the Sarasvati changing its course and finally getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent studies give credence to the theory that geological and tectonic movements were responsible for some of the shifting rivers. Evidence from survey fieldwork and recent satellite imagery strongly suggests that the Ghaggar-Hakra system in the past had the Sutlej and the Yamuna as tributaries. Geological changes diverted the Sutlej towards the Indus and the Yamuna towards the Ganga, following which the river did not have enough water to reach the sea, and it dried up in the Thar Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this vanishing act happened much before the Vedic age. In fact, one of the reasons for the sudden fall of the Indus Valley Civilisation was the drying up of the Sarasvati. The Harappans were thus forced to move eastwards but they did not forget their revered river. They kept its memory alive by making it part of the Triveni Sangam, where it meets (albeit invisibly) the Ganges and the Yamuna. Danino says, "Not only was the Sarasvati thus made to connect with the Ganges, but in the course of time, Sarasvati the goddess passed on many of her attributes to Ganga. ... In many ways, Ganga is an avatar of Sarasvati, just as the Ganges civilisation is a new avatar of the Indus-Sarasvati civilisation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michel Danino has produced a scholarly work which will inspire future explorers and theorists to try to solve the mystery of the vanishing sacred river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-4461683359801311937?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/4461683359801311937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=4461683359801311937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/4461683359801311937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/4461683359801311937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/07/mystery-of-vanishing-sarasvati_6783.html' title='The mystery of vanishing Sarasvati'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nUMlMuW-l8M/TEXaDmbYqdI/AAAAAAAAADU/X83rLghE_9w/s72-c/b12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-3818557602953668682</id><published>2010-06-29T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:27:50.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramakrishna Paramhamsa Amiya Sen Bhakti Movement'/><title type='text'>The saint of saints</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="731"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/graphics/mast1.jpg" usemap="#FPMap0" border="0" height="100" width="721"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Sunday, June 27, 2010&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                           &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;         &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;The saint of saints&lt;br&gt;         &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Reviewed by&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;         &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ramakrishna         Paramahamsa: The Sadhaka of Dakshineswar&lt;br&gt;         By Amiya P. Sen.&lt;br&gt;         Penguin/Viking. Pages 178. Rs 325.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100627/spectrum/bk3.jpg" align="right" border="1" height="315" width="200"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;HERE         are many paths to God realisation, such as the path of &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt;         (devotion), &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt; (knowledge), &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt; (action), etc., and         Hinduism does not favour any particular path. The idea is the seeker         ought to choose the path according to his own nature and disposition.         The irony is that the follower of one particular path often finds other         paths worthless or even harmful, that is because he just cannot         appreciate the other viewpoint. And this is the cause of all the         religious strife the world over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Ramakrishna Paramahamsa         tried several avenues one by one, but his path was mainly that of &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt;.         &amp;quot;Rather than progress in a linear fashion, Ramakrishna's         preferences seem to have alternated between dualism and non-dualism.         Even after he ascended to the state of &lt;i&gt;nirvikalpa samadhi&lt;/i&gt;, the         highest state of mystic realisation known to an Advaitin, Ramakrishna         chose to return to the state of &lt;i&gt;bhakti-bhava&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; This quote is         from Amiya P. Sen's &lt;i&gt;Ramakrishna Paramahamsa: The Sadhaka of         Dakshineswar, &lt;/i&gt;a very well researched and lucidly written book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Sen begins with a very         informative preface, which gives a background to the religious and         social milieu of the 19th-century Bengal. Religious atmosphere was rich         and varied, although with the coming of Western ideas through the East         India Company, many young educated people began to regard Hinduism as         being nothing but superstition. And from the same lot, there were others         who defended Hinduism resolutely. At such a time, we see the rise of         Gadadhar Chattopadhyay, better known as Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, who         would have a tremendous impact on people of India, especially Bengal.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Sen says, &amp;quot;Looking         back, Ramakrishna does appear to have contributed substantially to the         renewed interest n Hinduism, but this itself is due to the fact that, in         the1870s and 1880s, he was easily the first prototype of a modern saint         and guru.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;While the follower of the         path of knowledge depends upon pure contemplation, and the follower of         action depends upon work without attachment, the follower of &lt;i&gt;bhakti         marga&lt;/i&gt; depends upon unconditional love towards his personal deity.         The devotee often gets so ecstatic that he might begin to dance wildly         or might get into a trance when the emotions become too strong to         control. Though all paths are beneficial, the path of devotion has a         certain edge. The author says Ramakrishna believed that although the         path of devotion is not superior to the path of knowledge, it is like         the woman who can be freely admitted to the inner chambers whereas &lt;i&gt;jnana&lt;/i&gt;,         as the self-conscious male, has first to establish his bona fides before         being allowed in.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The book vividly captures         the vibrant life of one of the most influential saints of India. We get         insights into his relationship with his wife, brother, well-wishers, and         his disciples, the most famous of thembeing Swami Vivekananda. Sen         writes with the objectivity of an academic and that is what sets this         book apart from many others on the life of Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100627/spectrum/book5.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100627/spectrum/book5.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-3818557602953668682?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/3818557602953668682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=3818557602953668682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3818557602953668682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3818557602953668682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/06/saint-of-saints.html' title='The saint of saints'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-3418341977469524364</id><published>2010-06-26T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:48:36.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex love romance marriage mate selection genes evolutionary theory evolutionary psychology Dylan Evans'/><title type='text'>Call it Love If You Like</title><content type='html'>The Tribune, Sunday, March 25, 2001 		Lead Article&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2001/20010325/spectrum/main1.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2001/20010325/spectrum/main1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Call it Love If You Like 	&lt;p&gt;No one seems to know what love is. Some even doubt its existence. Of&lt;br&gt;late love has attracted the attention of a group of people who are&lt;br&gt;supposed to have nothing to do with gentler emotions: the scientists.&lt;br&gt;While poets, writers, and artists have only made wild conjectures&lt;br&gt;about love, scientists and evolutionary psychologists may have grasped&lt;br&gt;the meaning of romantic love, says Kuldip Dhiman&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is&lt;br&gt;love,&amp;quot; said Sophocles 2400 years ago. You might forgive Sophocles for&lt;br&gt;saying this, but anyone who ever fell in love might vehemently&lt;br&gt;challenge these words. Far from freeing us from all the worries of&lt;br&gt;life, love quite often does the opposite, the great initial high&lt;br&gt;notwithstanding. In spite of all this, people have been falling in&lt;br&gt;love for ages, and shall continue doing so.&lt;p&gt;Why do people fall in love? Would it make any difference to the world&lt;br&gt;if no one ever fell in love? And if love is such a wonderful thing,&lt;br&gt;why does it turn sour with time? If love is good for mankind, why does&lt;br&gt;society create obstacles in the path of love?&lt;p&gt;Poets and writers have for centuries written reams and reams on love,&lt;br&gt;but have so far not given us any insight into it. If anything, they&lt;br&gt;have confused the issue, because being a highly subjective experience;&lt;br&gt;love means different things to different people. We have heard their&lt;br&gt;version for centuries, now let&amp;#39;s hear what the scientists have to say&lt;br&gt;about it. But could love ever be understood by the cold logic of&lt;br&gt;science?&lt;p&gt;In his recent book Emotion: The Science of Sentiment, published by&lt;br&gt;Oxford, Dylan Evans, Research Fellow in the Department of Philosophy&lt;br&gt;at King&amp;#39;s College, London, presents a scientific study of emotions,&lt;br&gt;and also devotes time to an emotion peculiar, as far as we know, to&lt;br&gt;humans: romantic love.&lt;br&gt;  	&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Evans tells us that love is after all not such a metaphysical subject.&lt;br&gt;We fall in love for very practical reasons. Further, if we wish to&lt;br&gt;take romantic love to the lab, so to speak, we would first have to&lt;br&gt;follow the demands of the scientific method. And the first step is to&lt;br&gt;find a basic definition of love. After studying various cultures,&lt;br&gt;anthro-pologists have come up with this working definition of love: a&lt;br&gt;powerful feeling of sexual attraction to a single person, feelings of&lt;br&gt;anguish and longing when the loved one is absent, and intense joy when&lt;br&gt;he or she is present.&lt;p&gt;Some people may squirm at the very idea of defining love. Love knows&lt;br&gt;no definition, they might say, knows no bounds, has no reasons.&lt;br&gt;Actually love does have its reasons although most of us don&amp;#39;t seem to&lt;br&gt;understand them.&lt;p&gt;But if love is an emotion, how is it different from other emotions&lt;br&gt;like anger, fear etc. Why do we have these emotions in the first&lt;br&gt;place? Wouldn&amp;#39;t we be better off without emotions? Not at all. Without&lt;br&gt;emotions, living beings would not have evolved at all. If we did not&lt;br&gt;have the emotion of fear, for instance, we would walk into a fire,&lt;br&gt;walk over cliffs, not run away at the sight of predators. In other&lt;br&gt;words we would not see danger, and, as a result perish. Evolution&lt;br&gt;would never have got going. Perhaps evolution equipped us with&lt;br&gt;emotions so we could survive in the tough battle of survival on this&lt;br&gt;otherwise inhospitable planet.&lt;p&gt;Apart from the basic emotions like fear, anger, disgust etc. that are&lt;br&gt;necessary for our very survival, we also have some culturally specific&lt;br&gt;emotions that are peculiar to certain cultures. For example, in India,&lt;br&gt;some people appear to be under the spell of spirits, and as a result&lt;br&gt;they behave in a strange way. Similarly, the Gurumbha people of New&lt;br&gt;Guinea get into an emotional state of &amp;#39;being a wild pig&amp;#39;. When they&lt;br&gt;get into this state, they behave as wild pigs. This emotion is&lt;br&gt;culturally specific, as it is not experienced by peoples of other&lt;br&gt;cultures.&lt;p&gt;Now, is love a basic emotion or is it a culturally specific emotion?&lt;br&gt;Speaking exclusively to The Tribune, Dylan Evans said: &amp;quot;Many people&lt;br&gt;have argued that romantic love is a culturally specific emotion like&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;being a wild pig&amp;#39;. They say it is not seen in many cultures, and most&lt;br&gt;of us would not have fallen in love if we hadn&amp;#39;t heard of it. But this&lt;br&gt;view has come under attack these days. After studying various&lt;br&gt;unrelated cultures all over the world, anthropologists found that it&lt;br&gt;was common for people to experience romantic love. They also listed&lt;br&gt;other elements including elaborate courtship gestures such as giving&lt;br&gt;gifts and showing one&amp;#39;s love in song and poetry. They then examined&lt;br&gt;the anthropological literature and counted the number of cultures in&lt;br&gt;which this collection of features was described. To their surprise&lt;br&gt;they found that it was described in 90 per cent of the cultures on&lt;br&gt;record.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Dylan Evans, Research Fellow, Department of Philosophy, King&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;College, London spoke exclusively to The Tribune about romantic&lt;br&gt;love.Developing the point further, Evans says, &amp;quot;Romantic love may not&lt;br&gt;be a culturally specific emotion, but nor is it a basic emotion like&lt;br&gt;fear. The philosopher Paul Griffiths has argued that there are not two&lt;br&gt;kinds of emotion but three. In addition to basic emotions and&lt;br&gt;culturally specific emotions, he claims that there are &amp;#39;higher&lt;br&gt;cognitive emotions.&amp;#39; This is fine so long as we realise that these&lt;br&gt;categories are not black and white.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;As well as differing from basic emotions in their degree of&lt;br&gt;innateness,&amp;quot; believes Evans, &amp;quot;higher cognitive emotions also differ in&lt;br&gt;a number of other ways. They are not so automatic and fast as basic&lt;br&gt;emotions, and nor are they universally associated with a single facial&lt;br&gt;expression. Love is a case in point. Although love at first sight is&lt;br&gt;possible, it is relatively rare. It seems much more common for love to&lt;br&gt;grow gradually over the space of several days. Contrast this with the&lt;br&gt;emotion of fear, which typically overtakes a person in a matter of&lt;br&gt;milliseconds. And, while fear is easily recognisable by its typical&lt;br&gt;facial expression, there is no specific facial expression associated&lt;br&gt;with the emotion of love.&amp;quot; This perhaps explains why some of us are&lt;br&gt;incapable or not very good at expressing our love.&lt;p&gt;The reason Paul Griffiths proposes emotions like love should be called&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;higher emotions&amp;#39;, is that they involve much more cortical processing&lt;br&gt;(Done by the cerebral cortex: the extensive outer layer of grey matter&lt;br&gt;of the cerebral hemispheres, largely responsible for higher brain&lt;br&gt;functions, including sensation, voluntary muscle movement, thought,&lt;br&gt;reasoning, and memory.) than basic emotions. While basic emotions are&lt;br&gt;largely processed in subcortical structures (the portion of the brain&lt;br&gt;immediately below the cerebral cortex) buried beneath the surface of&lt;br&gt;the brain emotions like love are more associated with areas of the&lt;br&gt;neocortex that is the part of the brain that has expanded most in the&lt;br&gt;past five million years of human evolution, and supports most of our&lt;br&gt;most complex cognitive abilities such as explicit logical analysis.&lt;br&gt;The fact that the higher cognitive emotions are more cortical than the&lt;br&gt;basic emotions means that they are more capable of being influenced by&lt;br&gt;conscious thoughts and this in turn is probably what allow higher&lt;br&gt;cognitive emotions to be more culturally variable than the basic&lt;br&gt;emotions. However, despite their greater cultural variability, the&lt;br&gt;higher cognitive emotions are still universal. Like basic emotions,&lt;br&gt;but unlike culturally specific emotions, the higher cognitive emotions&lt;br&gt;are part of human nature, shaped by our common evolutionary history.&lt;p&gt;If the main goal of life, as Darwin states, is survival and&lt;br&gt;propagation of our genes, what purpose does love serve? If fear saves&lt;br&gt;us from danger, and anger makes us ready for attack and thus helps us&lt;br&gt;in our survival, love appears to do the opposite. We waste time&lt;br&gt;thinking about our loved one, do all sorts of irrational things, ruin&lt;br&gt;careers, and even commit suicide. Often, after getting the person we&lt;br&gt;love, we realise he or she is not worth it.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Love may seem irrational,&amp;quot; says Evans, &amp;quot;but even its most bizarre&lt;br&gt;aspects may be vital if it is to fulfil its function of helping us&lt;br&gt;obtain a mate for long enough to have and rear children. Here is some&lt;br&gt;of what I say about it in the book: There are lots of other situations&lt;br&gt;in life when it is vital to be able to make credible promises. Robert&lt;br&gt;Frank refers to all these situations as &amp;#39;commitment problems&amp;#39;, and&lt;br&gt;argues that all the higher cognitive emotions solve different kinds of&lt;br&gt;commitment problem. The capacity for guilt solves those commitment&lt;br&gt;problems in which you have to make a credible promise not to cheat.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Likewise, argues Frank, romantic love solves another kind of&lt;br&gt;commitment problem that in which you have to make a credible promise&lt;br&gt;to remain faithful to one other person. Jack and Jill may consider&lt;br&gt;each other suitable mates, but they will be reluctant to commit&lt;br&gt;themselves to each other unless each is sure that the other will not&lt;br&gt;walk out on them as soon as someone more attractive comes along. The&lt;br&gt;realisation that the other person is in love can provide this&lt;br&gt;assurance. Now, basic emotions like anger and fear are easy to feign,&lt;br&gt;but higher cognitive emotions like guilt, shame and love are extremely&lt;br&gt;hard to feign because we have no control over them. Hence, when we see&lt;br&gt;someone showing these emotions, we normally believe them to be&lt;br&gt;genuine. If Jack commits himself to Jill because of an emotion he did&lt;br&gt;not &amp;#39;decide&amp;#39; to have (and so cannot decide not to have), an emotion&lt;br&gt;that is reliably indicated by such physiological signals as&lt;br&gt;tachycardia (a rapid heart rate, especially one above 100 beats per&lt;br&gt;minute in an adult) and insomnia, then Jill will be more likely to&lt;br&gt;believe he will stay with her than if he had chosen her after coolly&lt;br&gt;weighing up her good and bad points. &amp;#39;People who are sensible about&lt;br&gt;love are incapable of it&amp;#39;, wrote Douglas Yates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Alas! life is not that simple. Although higher cognitive emotions are&lt;br&gt;very hard to feign, it is not impossible to feign them. Most men fake&lt;br&gt;them quite successfully to entice a woman into falling in love with&lt;br&gt;them, only to desert her later. The world if full of free riders, who&lt;br&gt;wish to have a woman without the commitment of running a household and&lt;br&gt;raising children.&lt;p&gt;The game of love gets more complicated because men and women fall in&lt;br&gt;love for different reasons, although these differences are of degree&lt;br&gt;not kind. In the tough battle for survival on this planet, our&lt;br&gt;foraging male ancestors needed to propagate their genes, and they had&lt;br&gt;a better chance if they mated with as many females as possible. In&lt;br&gt;order to do so they had to compete with the other males. Women, on the&lt;br&gt;other hand, invest a lot more than men in a relationship because it is&lt;br&gt;they who get pregnant, and have to look after the resulting offspring&lt;br&gt;for years. Although they might desire more men, but as they can have&lt;br&gt;only one or two children a year, it is pointless to have more&lt;br&gt;partners. Since they did not have safe contraception, women had to be&lt;br&gt;a lot more careful in choosing their partners than men. While men went&lt;br&gt;for quantity, women looked for quality. But generally, women preferred&lt;br&gt;to have one man who was willing to help her in bringing up her&lt;br&gt;offspring, rather than many with no one taking the responsibility of&lt;br&gt;running the household. Men may put a premium on physical&lt;br&gt;attractiveness, but women go for status, wealth intelligence, and the&lt;br&gt;willingness to provide resources. But we must not forget that although&lt;br&gt;quality may be more important to women, they are not entirely&lt;br&gt;monogamous Likewise, men might wish to have more women, but when they&lt;br&gt;think about settling down, they, too, start thinking in terms of&lt;br&gt;quality. All this is predicted by evolutionary theory, and was tested&lt;br&gt;by David Buss in a study of 33 different cultures&lt;p&gt;It is at this point that matters began to get complicated. Since men&lt;br&gt;were hunters, the better hunters among them often came back with more&lt;br&gt;food than the bad hunters. The females naturally chose them as mates&lt;br&gt;because more food meant personal survival as well as the survival of&lt;br&gt;their future offspring. But what guarantee there was that the man who&lt;br&gt;was offering food would also help in raising children. Women had to&lt;br&gt;find some way of knowing who was sincere in his intentions and who was&lt;br&gt;not. So they waited for the strongest possible man to approach them&lt;br&gt;and propose to them. The only problem was that the strong man often&lt;br&gt;tried to dominate as many women as possible, often deserting the older&lt;br&gt;ones and not caring for the offspring. As humans became more cultured,&lt;br&gt;women realised that the strongest man was not usually the one with the&lt;br&gt;best physique, as wealth and knowledge could also make a physically&lt;br&gt;weaker man very powerful in society. Quick to take a cue, intelligent&lt;br&gt;men developed better ways of demonstrating their love than defeating&lt;br&gt;an opponent in a duel. With time, lengthy courtship rituals developed&lt;br&gt;such as singing romantic songs expressing love in poetry, or&lt;br&gt;exchanging gifts. Some tried to prove their love by not taking care of&lt;br&gt;themselves, not taking care of their health or appearance, harming&lt;br&gt;themselves and even committing suicide. Women took this behaviour as a&lt;br&gt;sign of true love. Why else would someone go through the agony? As a&lt;br&gt;result, only committed men found women and dishonest men were&lt;br&gt;threatened with extinction. Since no one like to be extinct, least so&lt;br&gt;dishonest men, they began to mimic all the symptoms of true love in&lt;br&gt;order to lure women. The story got murkier and murkier and now there&lt;br&gt;is hardly any pointers left to differentiate between the honest and&lt;br&gt;the dishonest. In such a scenario, how can true love prosper, and how&lt;br&gt;could lovers live happily ever after?&lt;p&gt;In reply, Evans says, &amp;quot;The question whether men and women can live&lt;br&gt;happily ever after can be answered without reference to evolutionary&lt;br&gt;theory, simply by looking at the statistics for divorce. Current&lt;br&gt;divorce rates in western countries of between 33 and 50 per cent do&lt;br&gt;not suggest that lifelong marital happiness is common. On the other&lt;br&gt;hand, the fact that a few couples do manage to stay in love until they&lt;br&gt;die tells us that it is not completely impossible either.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;We could produce children and care about our family without being in&lt;br&gt;love. Not many married people are really in love, or whatever love&lt;br&gt;they had is long since dead, but life goes on regardless.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The idea that we could produce children and care about our family&lt;br&gt;without being in love,&amp;quot; says Evans, &amp;quot;is precisely what evolutionary&lt;br&gt;theory calls into question. Could we really be bothered to do all that&lt;br&gt;without a powerful visceral feeling telling us that it was the most&lt;br&gt;important thing in the world? True, love may wane after a few years,&lt;br&gt;but evolutionary theory only requires that it last long enough to have&lt;br&gt;and raise a child to an age at which it can get by on its own - say,&lt;br&gt;about seven years. Could this be the biological explanation of the&lt;br&gt;famous &amp;#39;seven-year itch&amp;#39;?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;When spurned by a lover, why do some of us (including some animals)&lt;br&gt;never marry, never go for another mate, never get on with life? Some&lt;br&gt;even commit suicide. Is it not against Darwin&amp;#39;s laws? It is one thing&lt;br&gt;to emotionally blackmail the other to make them believe that we cannot&lt;br&gt;live without them, but why do some carry out the threat? Why don&amp;#39;t we&lt;br&gt;lick our wounds and just find another partner?&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Depression is a mystery for evolutionists whatever its source,&lt;br&gt;whether it is caused by unrequited love or anything else. There are&lt;br&gt;some theories around, but they are still rather speculative.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There are some who talk about love without sex. What purpose does this&lt;br&gt;serve? Is it a mere escape? Married people falling in love for the&lt;br&gt;sake of love is understandable as they can have platonic love with&lt;br&gt;their extramarital partners and sex with their spouses, but what about&lt;br&gt;unmarried lovers?&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Romantic love without sex is, from an evolutionary point of view, an&lt;br&gt;aberration, just like homosexuality. That doesn&amp;#39;t mean that there is&lt;br&gt;anything morally wrong with it, since evolutionary theory is not in&lt;br&gt;the business of value-judgements. But it does tell us that our&lt;br&gt;development is very flexible, and can send us down paths that are not&lt;br&gt;in the interests of our genes.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Is it possible to fall in love with more than one person?&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The answer is I don&amp;#39;t know. There seems to be a large amount of&lt;br&gt;cultural variation on the issue of monogamy versus polygamy. Where&lt;br&gt;polygamy is allowed, however, it is almost always polygyny (one man&lt;br&gt;with many wives) and almost never polyandry (one woman with many&lt;br&gt;husbands).&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Love does exist, although the concepts, the reasons for falling in&lt;br&gt;love and expectations of men and women may be quite different. Thus&lt;br&gt;the eternal conflict in the battle of the sexes will go on, unless&lt;br&gt;lovers learn to make compromises and learn to respect the fact the&lt;br&gt;other is not necessarily hell.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2001/20010325/spectrum/main1.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2001/20010325/spectrum/main1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-3418341977469524364?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/3418341977469524364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=3418341977469524364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3418341977469524364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3418341977469524364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/06/call-it-love-if-you-like_26.html' title='Call it Love If You Like'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-2710005461801951183</id><published>2010-06-14T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:53:19.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosmos physics astronomy Amit Goswami'/><title type='text'>Cosmological odyssey</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="731" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/graphics/mast1.jpg" usemap="#FPMap0" width="721" border="0" height="100"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Sunday, June 13, 2010&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;p align="center"&gt;           &lt;b&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/font&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;Cosmological odyssey&lt;/font&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/font&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Reviewed by &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Edge of Reason: Dispatches from the Frontiers of Cosmology&lt;br&gt;           By Anil Ananthaswamy.&lt;br&gt;           Penguin Books.&lt;br&gt;           Pages 322. Rs 399.&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e10000" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;the realm of physics, there are pure           theorists and there are experimenters. Theoretical physicists study           phenomena in nature, observe regularities, and then come up with           mathematical models and theories that explain it. Their aim is to           rationalise, explain and predict physical phenomena so that we could           harness nature to our advantage.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100613/spectrum/br-kuldip.jpg" vspace="2" align="right" border="1" hspace="2"&gt;No           matter how accurate a scientist's abstract theorising might be, it           is not accepted as theory until it is verified experimentally. There           was a time, when both theory and experiment were performed usually by           the same person, but now the theories are so complex and the           experiments so complicated and expensive that it is impossible for the           same person to come up with a hypothesis and also test it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;The Edge of           Reason: Dispatches from the Frontiers of Cosmology&lt;/i&gt;, Anil           Ananthaswamy, consulting editor for &lt;i&gt;New Scientist&lt;/i&gt; and           contributor for journals like &lt;i&gt;National Geographic&lt;/i&gt;, gives us an           overview of how theories are developed and also how they are           experimentally tested. In this engaging first-person account that           reads like a travelogue, he takes us on a cosmological odyssey to the           remote corners of the world, where some of the most audacious theories           are being tested empirically.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Among the handful of           science writers of Indian origin, Ananthaswamy writes with a rare gift           of making highly theoretical and technical concepts comprehensible to           the lay reader. He begins by giving a theoretical background to           various theories of physics, and then takes us to the place where they           are being tested. All the while he keeps musing about the mysteries of           nature: How did the universe come into being? Why is the universe           expanding? Is this the only universe in existence? What is dark           matter? What is dark energy? What are neutrinos? What is the origin of           mass? What happened to the antimatter that should have been produced           along with matter after the big bang?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Our first stop is Mount           Wilson, Pasadena, where there is a telescope that enabled scientists           to confirm that our universe is far bigger than we had earlier           imagined. We are then taken to an abandoned mine in Minnesota, called           the Soudan Mine. It is where experiments are being conducted to look           for dark matter that is inferred to exist from gravitational effects           on visible matter and background radiation, but is undetectable.           &amp;quot;Along with dark matter,&amp;quot; says Ananthaswamy, &amp;quot;there is           now another puzzle: dark energy. Together they form the bulk of the           universe, about ninety per cent. In other words, have no clue about           ninety per cent of the universe.&amp;quot; Using the four massive           telescopes at Paranal, Chile, scientists are working overtime to solve           this mystery.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;As we turn the pages, we           visit Lake Baikal in Siberia, the Atacama Desert in the Chilean Andes,           Mauna Kea in Hawaii, the Large Hadron Collider near Geneva, the           deserted Karoo in South Africa, the frozen expanses of Antarctica, and           the Hanle Valley in the Indian Himalayas where scientists are trying           to unravel the most mysterious phenomena that that baffle us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100613/spectrum/book2.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100613/spectrum/book2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                        &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;                 &lt;br&gt;                 &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-2710005461801951183?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/2710005461801951183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=2710005461801951183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/2710005461801951183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/2710005461801951183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/06/cosmological-odyssey.html' title='Cosmological odyssey'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-1373591815472177506</id><published>2010-05-30T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T09:49:58.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood against blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="731"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/graphics/mast1.jpg" usemap="#FPMap0" border="0" height="100" width="721"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Sunday, May 30, 2010&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100530/spectrum/book3.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100530/spectrum/book3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;p align="center"&gt;           &lt;b&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/font&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;Blood against blood&lt;/font&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/font&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Empire of the Moghul: Brothers at War&lt;br&gt;           By Alex Rutherford&lt;br&gt;           Hachette India.&lt;br&gt;           Pages 436. Rs 495.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;           &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e10000" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;IKE           the first volume of the quintet &lt;i&gt;Empire of the Moghul,&lt;/i&gt; Alex           Rutherford's&lt;i&gt; Brothers at War&lt;/i&gt; also opens with the death of an           emperor and the war of succession among the siblings. In December           1530, Babur's eldest son Humayun, the fortunate one, finds himself           wearing the crown at the age of 22. The inexperienced prince not only           had to deal with the rebellious Afghans, but also with his ambitious           half-brothers and cousins. In the murky world of power and politics,           no one could be trusted. Unable to rely on anyone, Humayun consults           his trusted astrologer before deciding anything. But in spite of the           favourable predictions, Humayun is defeated by the survivors of the           Lodi regime. As if that were not enough, Sher Shah Suri frustrates all           efforts of Humayun to consolidate an empire. Added to this is the           treachery of his unscrupulous half-brother Kamran who goes to the           extent of kidnapping Humayun's infant son, Akbar.           &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100530/spectrum/br-kuldip.jpg" align="right" border="1" height="373" hspace="2" vspace="2" width="240"&gt;Rutherford           very deftly recreates the life and times of the second Moghul Emperor           who ruled present-day Afghanistan, Pakistan, and parts of northern           India. He was forced into a 15-year long exile as a result of           continual attacks by archrival Sher Shah Suri and his half-brother           Kamran. It was during this period that Humayun's Persian wife,           Hamida, gave birth to Akbar, who would himself be an emperor in the           future. Not the one to give up, Humayun, with the help of Persian           sympathisers, recovered most of the territories 15 years later. During           his exile, he had remembered his father's words: &amp;quot;If you cannot           defeat your enemy by force of arms, do not despair. Find other ways. A           sharp, well-oiled double-bladed axe is a fine weapon but so is a           finely honed mind that can find a subtler path to victory`85 .&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Like the first book,           this one also reflects Rutherford's amazing talent for recreating           history as fiction. Going through historical records and personal           accounts, he manages to create well-rounded characters, breathtaking           battle scenes, and exotic background. The author makes sure that           research does not overshadow the narrative. The dialogue is natural,           and the plot is gripping, although a little less griping than the           first book, and that is because Babur led a lot more adventurous and           risky life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Rutherford's Humayun           comes across as a humane character with normal human failings. He is           kind, and pardons even his treacherous brother Kamran; he is a good           warrior but does make elementary mistakes. Even during a military           campaign, or in times of hardship, he finds time to make passionate           love to wife Hamida. He is a man who keeps his word, even if the other           person has not.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The writer pays good           attention to secondary characters as well, like Khanzada, Humayun's           aunt whom he consults and trusts; Salima, his favourite concubine;           Jauhar, his attendant; Suleiman Mirza, general of cavalry; Sher Shah           Suri and Kamran.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Every attention is paid           to historical detail, making the plot and characters come to life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100530/spectrum/book3.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2010/20100530/spectrum/book3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                        &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;                 &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-1373591815472177506?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/1373591815472177506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=1373591815472177506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1373591815472177506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1373591815472177506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2010/05/blood-against-blood.html' title='Blood against blood'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-6733333877259975542</id><published>2009-12-14T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:51:02.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The marvels of Indus Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/font&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuldip Dhiman           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;           &lt;p align="center"&gt;           &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harappan Technology and its Legacy&lt;br&gt;           By D. P. Agrawal.&lt;br&gt;           Rupa &amp;amp; Co. in Association with Infinity Foundation.&lt;br&gt;           Pages 332. Price not mentioned.&lt;br&gt;           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#e10000" face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;HAT           is now known as the Indus Valley Civilisation or Harappan Civilisation           was discovered accidentally when a railway line was being laid down in           the 1920s. Initially, archaeological sites were found in the twin           towns of Mohenjodaro and Harappa, now in Pakistan, but with the           passage of time, more and more sites have been found in the north of           the Indian subcontinent. It was Sir John Hubert Marshall, the then           director-general of the Archaeological Survey of India who carried out           initial excavations of the sites. Western historians until then had           thought that India's historical past was not more than 3,000 years           old, but these excavations pushed the timeline by at least 2,000 years           back, if not more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20091213/spectrum/br-kuldip.jpg" vspace="4" width="240" align="right" border="1" height="307" hspace="2"&gt;In           the present volume, &lt;i&gt;Harappan Technology and its Legacy, &lt;/i&gt;D. P.           Agrawal focuses on Harappan technological achievements, although he           covers other aspects also. This is quite an exhaustive book that           covers ecology, technology, architecture, arts, crafts,           transportation, stone cutting art, ceramics, metallurgy,           pyrotechnology, animal husbandry and agriculture. The author is an           expert in the subject, and has worked with the Archaeological Survey           of India, Tata Institute of Fundamental Research, and Physical           Research Laboratory. He writes in a direct matter-of-fact style, and           packs his thesis with hard facts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The first thing that           strikes us is the amazing care in town planning that we see in these           sites. Major towns could accommodate more than 50,000 people, and the           engineers and architects had to be really competent in order do design           such settlements. A standard grid was followed in the design of these           towns. The engineers of the time made sure to construct reservoirs for           drinking water, and also made sewage lines and storm water drains. The           Harappan engineering prowess is most clearly revealed in the hydraulic           structures. Then we have the Great Bath, which is an example a perfect           leak-proof structure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In the past 90 years,           many other sites have been discovered, and with every find,           archaeologists and historians have come across amazing all round           achievements of the civilisation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Agrawal shows that when           it came to scientific instruments, the Harappans contributed the true           saw, needles (with holes at the pointed end), hollow drills, and so           on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;The Harappan arts           and crafts,&amp;quot; writes Agrawal, &amp;quot;present a bewildering array of           forms, techniques, and usage of raw materials. They had a highly           developed lapidary industry that could work on hard stones like agate           and chalcedony, and soft stones like steatite. They could produce           intricate designs by alkali etching of carnelian beads, which were           probably meant for export to Mesopotamia.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Another striking feature           of the civilisation was standardisation of industrial norms. The           Harappans had developed a binary metrological system for measuring           weights, and used a unit of 17mm for linear measurements. The bricks           used in construction of buildings were of standard size—in fact, all           things were standardised.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The Harappans used           locally available raw materials for manufacturing crafts such as           woodworking, basket making, simple weaving, terracotta pottery, and so           on, although they had to import raw materials for stone-shaping for           domestic purposes, and chipped stone tool-making. There was a third           category crafts using local materials, complex technologies, and           intricate production processes such as in stoneware bangle           manufacture, elaborately painted pottery, complex weaving and carpet           making, ceramics, and metallurgy. They possessed the knowledge of           smelting even sulphide ores and produced bronze in complicated shapes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The Harappans were also           good at the arts and this can be seen from the surviving sculptures           such as the Red Torso, the Dancing Girl, and the famous Priest King.           The sculptors not only were good at human figures, but also at           sculpting animals. And then, of course, we have a large collection of           ceramics, pots, bowls, pans, etc.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Obviously, a           civilisation that had achieved such scientific, technological and           artistic heights could not have done so without having a solid           agricultural base. At Kalibangan, we can still see plough marks in a           field, and a terracotta model of a plough from Banawali is very           elegantly designed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;One thing that sets the           Harappan civilisation apart is its concern with the ordinary masses.           While all the great cities of the world built great palaces and           monuments which were largely for the benefit of the rich, the           Harappans built structures which were for the masses like the Great           Bath and the Granary. They did not show much interest in conquering;           they were more interested in creating.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The book has dozens of           colour photographs, maps, diagrams and sketches that beautifully           illustrate the text. There is an amazing array of new artefacts that           makes this volume all the more interesting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20091213/spectrum/book2.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20091213/spectrum/book2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;               &lt;td width="100%"&gt;                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;                 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-6733333877259975542?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/6733333877259975542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=6733333877259975542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/6733333877259975542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/6733333877259975542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/12/marvels-of-indus-valley_7692.html' title='The marvels of Indus Valley'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-6478016329898787739</id><published>2009-11-01T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:42:12.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Moghul</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;         &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;         &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Reviewed for The Tribune, November1, 2009&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20091101/spectrum/book5.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20091101/spectrum/book5.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;                   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Empire of the Moghul:         Raiders from the North&lt;br&gt;         By Alex Rutherford.&lt;br&gt;         Headline Review.&lt;br&gt;         Pages 436. Rs 495.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20091101/spectrum/book12.jpg" alt="Empire of the Moghul: Raiders from the North" width="216" align="right" border="1" height="314"&gt;WHEN         Babur was barely 12, his father died in a freak accident. Hardly had         Babur got over the shock, he had to prepare himself to take over the         reigns of Ferghana or else he would be dethroned by his uncles or         cousins. Just retaining Ferghana would not be enough, though. His father         had told him on several occasions: &amp;quot;We owe Timur a debt. He was a         great man, my son. His blood is your blood. Never forget it. Be like         him, if you can. Live up to your destiny and let it be greater than         mine.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;And Babur would never         forget the words of his father. So, at an age, when you play in the         fields, Babur found himself burdened with the responsibilities of a         ruler as his father had not left a very secure kingdom for him. The         problems were not only external, for his uncles, cousins, and other         hopefuls were only too keen to topple him and seize power.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In Alex Rutherford's&lt;i&gt;         Empire of the Moghul: Raiders from the North&lt;/i&gt;, we find Babur trying         to consolidate his position and regain some of the lost lands. His first         job was to attack Samarkand. It was a long campaign lasting seven         months, and it proved to be expensive and he realised that while he was         engaged in the seize, Fergana had been usurped by his detractors. And as         he charged back to recover it, his troops deserted in Samarkand. The         whole experience found Babur losing both Samarkand as well as Fergana.         The young king was beginning to realise the harsh realities of life, and         he would need all the talents of his great ancestors. For instance, to         realise his ambition, he would have to make alliances with his cousin         Mahmud, who would help him seize Samarkand in order to win a bride for         himself. Their motives were different, but the ruthlessness the same.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In this action-packed         historical novel, which is first of a series of five novels that he is         writing on Moghul emperors, Rutherford, magnificently recreates the rise         of Babur from the Mediterranean, through Afghanistan, and finally India,         where he founded the Moghul dynasty. The novel is meticulously         researched, and the author claims to have visited every location         described in it. The result is a dramatic and picturesque presentation         of history that keeps you turning page after page although you might be         familiar with major historical facts. History books give facts, but it         is historical fiction that puts life into the characters and events.         Rutherford's lively prose and sharp psychological insights make us         feel and care for the characters we meet in the book. Apart from the         major players, Rutherford very passionately creates the others like         Wazir Khan, Babur's mentor and protector; Kutlugh Nigar, his mother;         Khanzada, his sister, and Roxanna, his father's concubine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In the deft hands of         Rutherford, Babur emerges as a strong and ambitious man who he is         ruthless at times but also kind and gives in to weaker passions         sometimes. And although he might have earned a name for himself in         history books as winner of several battles, we see him not so victorious         on the personal front because there the sword does not work. The mighty         conqueror finds himself unable to elicit any love from his first wife,         Ayisha. &amp;quot;He had never seen her smile—not once. A smile might have         softened her and, in turn, softened his feelings towards her. Instead,         lying with her seemed almost like sleeping with a warm corpse—no         response, no passion, no engagement, just those unblinking dark eyes         seemingly focused on the middle distance as he spent himself in her         unresisting body.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;This is one battle Babur         might have loved to win the most.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-6478016329898787739?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/6478016329898787739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=6478016329898787739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/6478016329898787739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/6478016329898787739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-moghul.html' title='The first Moghul'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-3082911478769736719</id><published>2009-08-17T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:16:53.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science/Philosophy of Science/Physics'/><title type='text'>Quantum Consciousness or God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God is not Dead: What Quantum Physics Tells us About our Origins and How We Should Live&lt;br /&gt;By Amit Goswami.&lt;br /&gt;Jaico.&lt;br /&gt;Pages 310. Rs 295.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#e10000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;ristotle&lt;/span&gt; showed us that whenever we ask the "why" question, four explanations or causes could be given. They are: material cause, formal cause, efficient cause, and final cause. If we take the example of a chair, wood is its material cause. Formal cause shows us what a thing is; in other words, it identifies it—we might think in terms of the shape of the chair. The efficient cause is the reason for the object to be. In case of the chair, the efficient cause is the carpenter. And the final cause explains why the chair was made, or what was the purpose (teleology) behind making it. Chairs are made so that people can sit on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090816/spectrum/br-kuldip%20dhiman.jpg" width="240" align="right" border="0" /&gt;With the rise of modern scientific thinking, the last two causes are no longer considered because they would suggest that the world was created by a supreme being. This is not acceptable to modern materialistic science. As scientific thinking began to hold the imagination of thinkers, Friedrich Nietzsche made his bold proclamation a century ago: "God is dead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amit Goswami declares the opposite in &lt;i&gt;God is not Dead&lt;/i&gt;, and he uses the presuppositions of quantum physics to justify his claim. To be sure, Goswami is not a saffron-clad &lt;i&gt;swami&lt;/i&gt; dabbling in quantum mechanics to pass off his religious beliefs by using scientific terminology. He is a theoretical nuclear physicist and member of The University of Oregon Institute for Theoretical Physics for the last 40 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goswami argues that scientific materialism cannot give us a complete explanation of the world as there are aspects of the phenomenal world that are impossible to address within the materialist framework of science. Where, then, lies the solution? The solution, says Goswami, could be found in quantum physics — the science of the subatomic realm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very briefly, in Newtonian physics, objects are determined things, but in quantum physics, objects are possibilities from which consciousness chooses. The stress in Newtonian physics is on objectivity, that is, the person conducting the experiment is just an impartial observer; he does not interfere in the experiment in any way. But when we enter the world of subatomic particles, subjectivity becomes important as it influences the physical processes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For instance, light waves sometimes act like particles and particles sometimes act like waves depending upon how they are observed, this is called wave particle duality. Further, matter can go from one spot to another without moving through the intervening space—this is called quantum tunnelling. Instead of the certain world of macro level physics, in quantum mechanics, the entire universe is nothing but a series of probabilities that depend upon a sentient observer. And once subjectivity enters, consciousness cannot be treated as mere by-product of biological processes, because it actively shapes the outcome of the experiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the micro realm, objects remain as waves of possibility until they are brought into manifestation through the act of observation. Quantum objects are waves of possibility of consciousness. "Consciousness, not matter," says Goswami, "is the ground of being, in which matter exists only as possibilities. Through the act of quantum measurement or observation, consciousness converts possibility into actuality, by collapsing waves into particles or things, at the same time splitting itself into a subject that sees and objects that are seen `85. In other words, quantum thinking allows us to treat mind and matter, internal and external experiences on equal footing, extending causal efficacy and importance of both."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But how does this prove the existence of God? When we observe the world, our consciousness chooses among the quantum possibilities to collapse an actuality of experience. This way, we create our own reality. It must, however, be remembered, that we do not create reality in our ordinary state of consciousness, but in a non-ordinary state of consciousness called unified consciousness or universal consciousness. And it is this unified consciousness that could be called God, but this God is not some patriarchal figure sitting up in the sky controlling the affairs of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goswami further argues that neither Darwinian random evolution nor Creationism can explain the origins of life, but the evolution guided by unified consciousness. There are the fossil gaps, for instance, which cannot be understood in any other way but by thinking of intelligent design through quantum evolution. Evolution is not a gradual process, rather it undergoes quantum leaps at times. The missing links prove that in the past, we have had epochs of evolution in which quantum leaps of creativity took place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Using these basic assumptions of quantum theory, Goswami shows us that we can answer questions relating to soul, mind, creativity, reincarnation, paranormal phenomena, ESP, dreams and more importantly, mystic experience. In fact, he interacted with several mystics to understand the mysteries of reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This book is an interesting addition to scientific literature. Goswami writes clearly and argues intelligently, and is among a handful of Indians who can write on science. But without belittling the author's effort, it must be said that the concept of applying quantum theorising to understand the metaphysical and spiritual realm is not altogether new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090816/spectrum/book2.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090816/spectrum/book2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-3082911478769736719?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/3082911478769736719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=3082911478769736719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3082911478769736719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3082911478769736719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/08/quantum-consciousness-or-god.html' title='Quantum Consciousness or God?'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-8569513838315251893</id><published>2009-08-12T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:19:44.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child abuse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Violence against children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporal punishment'/><title type='text'>Spare the rod, but not the discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Corporal punishment is to be deplored, not regimentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;By Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another child is beaten up, another teacher is penalised, and the debate is suddenly alive: whether we ought to spare the rod or not. And this debate, like most others, swings from one extreme to the other. While my parents often told my teachers, "If he misbehaves, don't tell us, just thrash him thoroughly"; most parents now would take the school authorities to court for 'touching' their little ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Those who propose to banish corporal punishment in schools, suggest as alternatives positive behaviour techniques like communication, reasoning, conferences with students for planning acceptable behaviour, parent-teacher conferences about student behaviour, use of staff such as school psychologists and counsellors and above all love and affection. Good suggestions, but hardly practicable in an over-populated country like ours where in many areas the schools are overcrowded, understaffed, teachers are poorly paid, and often there is no school building at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is believed that corporal punishment leaves emotional scars on children's mind, and they grow up to be violent and unruly adults. Those who hold this line might be surprised to know that recent studies show that the percentage of people who had committed violent crimes has been almost identical among those who were spanked and those who were not. While I am not a supporter of corporal punishment, I argue that we must evaluate the problem rationally rather than jump to conclusions out of mere emotional responses. As is often the case, whenever we hear about a case of corporal punishment, we often blame the teacher without hearing her or his version of the story, just as in a case of a traffic accident involving a car and a cycle, the car driver is presumed guilty and beaten up even if the cyclist was at fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But what is corporal punishment in the first place? While it is recognisable in extreme forms like caning and whipping, what about milder forms? More and more forms of punishments are being defined as corporal punishment these days, so much so that one day even scolding a child for misbehaving might be classified as corporal punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;While love, communication and reasoning are to be preferred to the rod, we must not forget that in most cases, our classrooms are packed with about sixty to seventy children. The hapless teacher cannot be expected to reason with those who habitually not only misbehave, but also bully him and other children in the classroom. A patient teacher might try love and affection once, twice, or even thrice, but on the fourth occasion is likely to loose his cool. Don't parents themselves beat up their children after trying other milder methods? Why should it be any different with the teacher who does not have to deal with two or three, but over sixty children all day! Besides, it is often difficult and time-consuming to reason with a child of secondary school level. If the teacher tried to reason with every single errant child, he would have no time left to teach. And experience shows that children do like some degree of firmness on the part of the teacher, and they have scant regard for a teacher who is lenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In most cases of corporal punishment, it is often not clear who is to blame, the teacher or the child or the parents. Because adults and children influence each other, argues developmental psychopathologist Michael Rutter, it is not always clear whether an adult's hostility is the cause or the effect of a child's misbehaviour. Family disruption and conflict and ineffective parenting do contribute to and aggravate many childhood problems, but many of these problems are also rooted partially in genetic endowment and grow out of a complex transactional process in which children affect and are affected by their elders and their wider social environment. It is high time to move beyond the simple view that parents and teachers alone are to blame for children's behavioural problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;While corporal punishment should certainly be deplored, regimentation and discipline must be enforced at all costs. After all why do we send children to school? So they could learn to work with others, learn social customs, learn to cooperate and compete with peer groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But discipline must not be confused with coercion, for discipline could be instilled in children without coercion. Experts like Robert E. Larzelere, suggest that disciplinary responses could begin with less severe tactics, such as reasoning, but proceed to firmer tactics when the initial methods achieve neither compliance nor an acceptable compromise. This is consistent with many studies showing that a combination of reasoning and punishment is more effective than either one alone and with new evidence that this sequence enhances the effectiveness of milder disciplinary tactics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Every child is unique, some are naturally well-behaved by disposition, while others need to be disciplined, and there are those who only understand the language of the cane. It would be unwise to treat all of them with one method. In the case of children belonging to the third category, school authorities could have a long hard talk with the parents instead of beating the child black and blue themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-8569513838315251893?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/8569513838315251893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=8569513838315251893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8569513838315251893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8569513838315251893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/08/spare-rod-but-not-discipline_12.html' title='Spare the rod, but not the discipline'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-524064980869001857</id><published>2009-03-15T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:57:14.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayurveda and healthy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;After getting a doctorate degree in reproduction biology in India, Dr Vinod Verma studied neurobiology in Paris University. She later started exploring the ayurvedic system, and is now working hard to make its usefulness known to people. Excerpts from an interview with &lt;font color="#ff0010"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pace of life has changed drastically, creating all sorts of health problems. What cure does ayurveda have for lifestyle ailments such as obesity?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" width="180" align="right" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img height="154" alt="Dr Vinod Verma feels that ayurveda is the mother of all other medical systems" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090314/saturday/ayurveda.jpg" width="180" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Dr Vinod Verma feels that ayurveda is the mother of all other medical systems&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Well, health problems are there because we have forgotten the age-old tradition of ayurveda, which is not merely a medical system but this enormous wisdom is for leading a healthy and happy life with total well-being of the body and the mind. Emphasis on&lt;i&gt; achara-vyavahara&lt;/i&gt; (lifestyle) is the primary wisdom of ayurveda. One should live with &lt;i&gt;desha&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;kala&lt;/i&gt; (space and time).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;I have made a mantra in my book, &lt;i&gt;Ayurvedic Food Culture and Recipes&lt;/i&gt;, for teaching the fundamentals of ayurvedic nutrition—eating what, when, how and how much. All these factors have to be learnt individually and should be co-related. The whole ayurvedic food culture or other aspects cannot be learnt in a day. Otherwise, there was no need for me to write so many books.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Bad food with chemical fertilisers, artificial colours and flavour, bad quality fats, too much salt and sugar are some of the causes of over-weight and obesity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" width="270" align="right" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img height="230" alt="Each individual should learn about the fundamentals of ayurvedic lifestyle and make an effort to remain healthy" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090314/saturday/ayurveda1.jpg" width="270" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Each individual should learn about the fundamentals of ayurvedic lifestyle and make an effort to remain healthy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Weight can vary due to constitution and structure of the body. One should take care of the shape and form of the body. There should be no extra hanging flesh. Let me give some suggestions for the benefit of your readers for balancing weight. Do &lt;i&gt;surya pranam &lt;/i&gt;12 times (it takes 10 minutes) after drinking a glass of hot water in the morning, or go for a half-an-hour walk. One should eat strictly three times a day, and absolutely nothing in between. Fill the stomach two-thirds, as ayurveda suggests. One-third of the stomach should be left for digestive juices. Never sit down after main meals. It is advised to walk at least 100 steps after the meal, or get involved in other activities that need body movements.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Eat your dinner at least two hours before going to bed, and lastly, drink a glass of hot water after getting up in the morning and before going to bed at night. Following these nutrition principles of ayurveda, not only will you be able to control your weight, but you will also get rid of minor stomach problems.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Does ayurveda have cure for psychological ailments like depression, stress, anxiety?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Ayurveda has cure for psychological and mental ailments. But the way your question is formulated, you have a mindset of modern medicine, which has a capsule-and-injection&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;culture. In ayurveda, the treatment means a lot of other things besides &lt;i&gt;aushadhi&lt;/i&gt; (medicine) — nutrition, external application of heat and other ointments, &lt;i&gt;yogasanas&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;pranayama&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;japa &lt;/i&gt;for spiritual therapy, etc. If we compare the modern methods of therapy and ayurvedic treatment with food, the former is fast food, which gives rise ultimately to bad health, and the latter is a gourmet meal prepared with great effort and love, and has a rejuvenating effect on your body.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;We live in a highly competitive world. As a result, there is a tremendous pressure on children to do well academically. Have you got any tips for sharpening the brain cells?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The stress and pressure are not only managed by sharpening the brain cells. One equally needs a good training in &lt;i&gt;sattvic&lt;/i&gt; (pure) thoughts, which today's parents are not providing. For promoting memory, one should powder the following products and take a tablespoon of these with hot milk everyday: cashew nuts—5 parts; pepper—1 part; &lt;i&gt;pippali—&lt;/i&gt;1 part; coriander—1 part; &lt;i&gt;mullethi—&lt;/i&gt;1 part; &lt;i&gt;saunf—&lt;/i&gt;1 part. There are many other products also in ayurveda but this is a simple home remedy people can make themselves.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;You are involved in research. Tell us about it, and how it will help people in general.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;My research involves gathering practical wisdom of ayurveda from all sources in the country and making it available to the common people for the benefit of health, promoting strength and preventing ailments. There exist so many simple solutions to complicated problems. To give you a simple example, I have cured many people of their nagging stomach problems by making them follow the eight principles of ayurvedic food culture.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;All this is only possible with the personal efforts of each individual. &lt;i&gt;Vaidyas&lt;/i&gt; and doctors are meant for emergencies and to treat ailments, and not for your headaches, cough and cold.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Each individual should learn about the fundamentals of ayurvedic lifestyle, make a conscious effort to remain healthy, enhance strength by taking &lt;i&gt;rasayanas&lt;/i&gt;, make all efforts to prevent ailments, eat organic, well-prepared wholesome food with variety of herbs and spices, detoxify the body from time to time with some special products, do the inner and outer cleansing of the body, and make sure that the &lt;i&gt;mala &lt;/i&gt;is excreted properly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Is ayurveda scientific?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Yes, absolutely. It is very specific about pharmacology of products, their effect on the body, balancing of a drug, dose and frequency. In fact, it is the mother system of all the other medical systems of the world. It is a pity that some &lt;i&gt;sadhus &lt;/i&gt;and religious cults are trying to use it to their own advantage and present its distorted version to the world. They ask people to be vegetarian, not eat onions and garlic, and so many other things like that. Ayurveda describes thousands of properties of garlic. Charaka has described 64 kinds of wine, and has given description of every possible meat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090314/saturday/main3.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090314/saturday/main3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-524064980869001857?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/524064980869001857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=524064980869001857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/524064980869001857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/524064980869001857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/ayurveda-and-healthy-life_15.html' title='Ayurveda and healthy life'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-7893935529200888699</id><published>2009-03-10T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:44:19.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belur: Sheer poetry in stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="340" alt="A voluptuous apsara " hspace="1" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98sep06/sunday/29tt18.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff000f" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;EAVENLY guardian angels welcome you as you enter the ornate doors of the temple; a bevy of voluptuous &lt;i&gt;apsaras&lt;/i&gt; and dancing girls tempt you with their sensual curves; scenes illustrating the two epics are there to entertain and inform; the gaze of the principal deity overwhelms you as you enter the inner sanctum. These are the splendours of Belur and Halebid where the sculptors of the bygone age seem to have stretched the art of sculpture to its very limits.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;They may not be as well known as the Khajuraho temples, but the temples built by the Hoysala Dynasty between AD 1050 and 1300 in Karnataka epitomise the artistic splendour of their time. The singular feature of these temples is the obvious shit of emphasis from architecture to sculpture. Granite appears to have become modelling clay in the hands of the sculptors of the magnificent statues that are on display. The first of the Hoysala temples, the Chennakesava temple of Belur and the Hoysalesvar temple of Halebid, are the very paradigms of Hoysala art. The construction of both these temples began in AD 1117.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The 38 splendidly carved bracket figures of the Chennakesava temple illustrate the concept of the ideal woman according to the social mores of the 12th century. These highly ornamented curvaceous and rather plump beauties, called &lt;i&gt;Mandanikas&lt;/i&gt;, are clearly the &lt;i&gt;pieces de resistance&lt;/i&gt; that the temple has to offer. This, however, does not mean that other figures that adorn the temple are in any way inferior. Apart from gods and goddesses and &lt;i&gt;apsaras&lt;/i&gt;, there are rows and rows of highly decorated elephants. The guides at Belur and Halebid challenge you to find two elephants that are exactly the same. Then we have the exquisitely carved lathe-turned pillars of the main hall. Heavily bejewelled buxom dancing damsels adorn the four central pillars of the main hall. Surprisingly the temple does not have a superstructure (tower), thus making us wonder if it was left incomplete.&lt;img height="157" alt="A glorious achievement of the Hoysala sculptural art" hspace="1" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98sep06/sunday/29tt19.jpg" width="230" align="left" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The Madhavaraya temple and the Kappechennigaraya temples are the other attractions in Belur. Although not as well known as the Chennakesava temple, the Madhavaraya temple deser-ves a visit. The pillars of this temple are most intricately carved. The central ceiling, according to Gerard Foekema, &amp;quot;may in fact be the most elaborate one in the whole of India. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;In the huge &lt;i&gt;garbhagrha&lt;/i&gt; there stands a giant cult-image of Kesava, the form of Visnu .... In an inscription on its pedestal, and in two other inscriptions regarding the erection and consecration of the temple, the deity is called Vijayanara-yana&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Now we move to the Hoyasalesvar temple of Halebid, just 15 km to the north-east of Belur, and 30 km from Hassan. It was constructed 10 years after the Chennakesava temple and was left incomplete in spite of 80 years' hard work that went into it. In reality this temple complex is made of two identical temples joined together. Gerard Foekema observes: &amp;quot;The lavish series of large images, stretched out over the full length of the back of the temple, is the most glorious achievement of the Hoysala sculptural art. It is unequalled in wealth and richness, and unequalled in size and extension. From the architectural point of view the temple is also unequalled but, sad to say, less successful&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;This temple is also studded with finely crafted figures of gods and goddesses and dancing beauties. Then we have the relief sculptures depicting elephants, lions, swans, and scenes illustrating the &lt;i&gt;Ramayana&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Mahabharata&lt;/i&gt;. Another scholar observes: &amp;quot;Likewise, the four doorways of the temple, the lintels and guardian angels &lt;i&gt;(dwarpalas)&lt;/i&gt; — all subjected to heavy ornamentation — give the impression of being the work of a master goldsmith rather than a sculptor&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Belur and Halebid are very well connected by road. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;There are regular tourist coaches, and conducted tours from Bangalore and Mysore. Those wishing to explore the area leisurely might stay at Hassan and make daily tours to the temples. Hassan has a number of good hotels and restaurants.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Take twice or thrice the number of film rolls you expect to shoot because the marvellously sculpted &lt;i&gt;apsaras&lt;/i&gt; of Belur and Halebid can make the most stingy person to overshoot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98sep06/sunday/head6.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98sep06/sunday/head6.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-7893935529200888699?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/7893935529200888699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=7893935529200888699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/7893935529200888699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/7893935529200888699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/belur-sheer-poetry-in-stone.html' title='Belur: Sheer poetry in stone'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-8842138488981417439</id><published>2009-03-10T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:30:59.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drona’s very own temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#ff0010;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HIS is the only temple in India which is dedicated to the great teacher Dronacharya," the priest of the Drona Shiva Temple, Shiv Baadi, declares emphatically. As you stroll through the woods, your mind begins to wander. Is this the home of the legendary Dronacharya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was this forest house his famous &lt;i&gt;gurukula?&lt;/i&gt; Is this the spot where the great teacher trained Arjuna and the rest? Believers accept the priest's words without much ado; skeptics ask for evidence: Alas! there is none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The legend says that Yayati, Guru Dronacharya's little daughter, was intrigued by the daily disappearance of her father. He would go into the forest and return after a few hours. When she could no longer hold her curiosity, she asked her father about his long absence. All of her questions were met with vague, evasive answers, but the little girl was adamant. She wanted to know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="The Drona Shiva Temple" hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98dec19/saturday/13tt3.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I want to go with you, today", she said one day, blocking his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"No, my child' you are a little girl. I will take you along when you are a bit older."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But Yayati would not listen and in the end Dronacharya had to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"My dear, your curiosity is understandable. I bathe in the Swaan river every day and then I proceed to the Himalayas, the abode of Lord Shiva. One must have the Lord's blessing and spiritual powers to undertake such a pilgrimage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Then, please teach me. You are after all the greatest teacher in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dronacharya held the little girl in his arms and asked her to recite &lt;i&gt;Om Namo Shivaya. &lt;/i&gt;Yayati took her father's words seriously and began to chant the &lt;i&gt;mantra&lt;/i&gt; everyday. Soon Shiva appeared, and on seeing that a little girl was chanting his name, he transformed himself into a little boy, and began to play with her. Yayati was very happy for having found such a lovable playmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, Dronacharya asked his daughter what she did in his absence. She told him about the little boy. Dronacharya was happy that at last his lonely daughter had found a companion to play with. A few days later, on his way to the Himalayas, Dronacharya realised that he had left something behind by mistake. When he returned home he saw his daughter playing with a little boy. It did not take long for Dronacharya to realise who the boy was. The great teacher bowed in reverence, and Shiva had to reveal his identity. Yayati could hardly believe her eyes. Shiva was extremely pleased with her devotion. He blessed her and said that her little village would be one of his favourite places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later Dronacharya installed a &lt;i&gt;Shiva-linga&lt;/i&gt; on that very spot, and renamed the place Shiv Baadi. Although the present priest believes that 'the Shiva-linga we see today in the sanctum of the main temple is the same that Guru Dronacharya installed about 5,000 years ago', he has no historical evidence to support the claim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whether Guru Dronacharya lived here or not, the Drona Shiva Temple does look like an ancient &lt;i&gt;gurukula.&lt;/i&gt; Perched on the top of a small hillock, and surrounded by a clump of dense trees, the temple transports you to another age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="161" alt="The samadhis in the courtyard of the temple" hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98dec19/saturday/13tt2.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But apart from its association with Dronacharya, the temple has nothing much to offer — in terms of its architectural design or aesthetic beauty. However, two rows of &lt;i&gt;samadhis&lt;/i&gt; (graves) on the far side of the temple's courtyard look interesting. They are dedicated to sages Ganga-giri, Ichcha-giri, Tamesh-wargiri, Somagiri, Harigiri and many others. The priests tells us that 'these saints meditated here for years, and later buried themselves in the ground below and left this world. These &lt;i&gt;samadhis&lt;/i&gt; are dedicated to them'. We see no inscriptions or dates on these graves, but they certainly look quite old. Behind the graves, you can see many&lt;i&gt;. Shivalingas&lt;/i&gt; and other idols that were installed by various saints and followers. Just a few places away, is the cremation ground — a Shiva temple always has a place for cremation next to it, we are informed by the priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In sharp contrast to the aesthetically laid out samadhis, the main temple is admittedly an eyesore. It has no artistic, aesthetic, or architectural value worth mentioning. It is one of those plain white temple structures that have mushroomed all over the North. The practice of inscribing the names of donors on marble slabs deserves to be condemned because it adds &lt;i&gt;'visual pollution'&lt;/i&gt; It is graffiti of the worst kind. Can you imagine such ugly slabs on the walls and pillars of the Mahabalipuram Temple, or the Konark Sun Temple. To the right of the main temple, is another unadorned temple, constructed by Saint Baldevgiri about 70 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, devotees, who pay little attention to aesthetic features, flock to Shiv Baadi in hundreds. Shivaratri is celebrated with great fervour. Another important occasion is the grand fair that is held on the second Saturday after Baisakhi. Located in Ambota village in Himachal Pradesh, Shiva Baadi is about 4 km from Gagret, if you are approaching from Hoshiarpur, and about 2 km from Mubarikpur, if you take the Chandigarh-Ropar-Nangal-Una road. Shiva Baadi can boast of one hotel that offers fairly good accommodation. To get more out of your trip, you could make Chintpurni your main destination, and spend a couple of hours at Shiv Baadi on your way back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Palatino;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98dec19/saturday/head8.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98dec19/saturday/head8.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98dec19/saturday/index.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-8842138488981417439?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/8842138488981417439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=8842138488981417439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8842138488981417439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8842138488981417439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/dronas-very-own-temple.html' title='Drona’s very own temple'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-4349809940674181709</id><published>2009-03-10T03:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:19:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The abode of Baba Vadbhag Singh</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;By Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0010" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; SEQUESTERED spot in a deep ravine houses famous gurdwaras Dehra Sahib, Manji Sahib and Beiri Sahib. Millions of pilgrims gather here every year during Baisakhi and Holi. Life gets disrupted as the tiny hamlets of Nehri and Mairhi are flooded with devotees. All roads leading to Mairhi are blocked and vehicular traffic is held up for hours on end. As there are not enough &lt;i&gt;sarais, dharamshalas &lt;/i&gt;and hotels, every inch of the hillside gets covered with tents.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The ancient gurdwaras Dehra Sahib, Manji Sahib and Beiri Sahib were founded by Baba Vadbhag Singh. The pilgrims also take a dip in the cool waters of the Darshani Khud, also called the Charanganga, which is supposed to ward off evil spirits. It is believed that when Baba Vadbhag Singh chose this beautiful, secluded spot to meditate, he learnt that the place was full of ghosts and evil spirits. The most powerful spirit was of Nahar Singh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img height="152" alt="A view of the gurdwara at Mairhi" hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99jan16/saturday/10tt1.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The spirit tried to overpower Baba Vadbhag Singh with its evil force, but was in turn captured by Baba. Nahar Singh surrendered and pledged to protect the valley from other evil spirits. Thus Baba Vadbhag Singh made Mairhi his spiritual home. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Baba Vadbhag Singh was born to Baba Ram Sodhi and Mata Raj Kaur when the atrocities inflicted by the invading Mughals were at their peak. Vadbhag Singh, even at the tender age of five, would listen intently as his mother read &lt;i&gt;Gurbani&lt;/i&gt; and other holy scriptures. Realising that his son was a child prodigy, Baba Ram Singh appointed some of the most learned scholars to coach his son in all branches of knowledge, including the martial arts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Baba'a parents got him married to Radhaji. After her untimely death, he was persuaded to marry Sanghliji. Although Baba Vadbhag Singh was inclined towards spiritualism, he was forced to wield the sword as wave after wave of Mughal invasions, especially those led by Ahmed Shah and Nassar Ali, had created havoc in the region. When Nassar Ali attacked Kartarpur, Baba Vadbhag Singh fought valiantly but had to take shelter in the hills because he had only a handful of soldiers as compared to over 10,000 soldiers of Nassar Ali. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Not content with shedding blood, Nassar Ali burnt Gurdwara Thamm Sahib to ashes, razed many temples to the ground, raped and converted Hindu women to Islam, and slaughtered cows. To defend the honour of his country and religion, Baba Vadbhag Singh organised a band of soldiers and, with the help of Sardar Jassa Singh Ahluwalia, Kapoor Singh, Adina Baig and others, attacked the mighty army of Nassar Ali. In the ensuing battle, Nassar Ali was captured and later burnt alive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img height="153" alt="The Charanganga " hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99jan16/saturday/10tt2.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;After the war, Baba wanted to retire to the hills in order to pursue his spiritual goals. While he bathed in the cool waters of one of the valleys, he saw the images of the 10 Gurus. Thus he decided to name it the Darshani Khud and the waters of this &lt;i&gt;khud&lt;/i&gt; came to be called Dhauli Dhar or Charanganga. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Later he pitched the Nishan Sahib under a berry tree and began to meditate. But life was not easy as the valley was full of ghosts and evil spirits. The Baba had to fight with all of them. Due to his spiritual powers, he was able to defeat them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The Baba constructed a gurdwara on a hill nearby and called it Dehra Sahib. Right across it is Manji Sahib, the place where the Baba used to meditate and relax. The Baba soon began to attract a large following and the place came to be known as Mairhi Sahib.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Mairhi is now in Una district of Himachal Pradesh. It takes about four and a half hours by car to reach Mairhi from Chandigarh. Any bus going towards Jawalamukhi, Dehra or Sujanpur will take you to Mairhi.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Fairly good accommodation is available at Mairhi. But during Holi, one must make prior bookings to avoid disappointment as the place is not well equipped to handle large crowds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99jan16/saturday/head6.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99jan16/saturday/head6.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99jan16/saturday/index.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-4349809940674181709?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/4349809940674181709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=4349809940674181709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/4349809940674181709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/4349809940674181709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/abode-of-baba-vadbhag-singh.html' title='The abode of Baba Vadbhag Singh'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-9002691875304930398</id><published>2009-03-10T03:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:15:56.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anandpur Sahib and the birth of the Khalsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;By Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0010" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;T was the Baisakhi day, March 30,1699. A large gathering of peasants was waiting anxiously. A strange excitement permeated the air. Something was going to happen. Something that would have an everlasting impact on Indian history. And it would have its genesis in Makhowal, a small hamlet on the banks of the Sutlej.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img height="166" alt="The creation of the Khalsa (Painting by Mehar Singh)" hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb06/saturday/29tt12.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;As the farmers waited with bated breath, Shri Guru Gobind Singh ji, the Tenth Guru, appeared holding a naked sword in his hand. He raised his sword and demanded a head from one of his followers. A hush fell over the gathering. No one demurred. The Guru repeated his words. On hearing his demand for the third time, one Daya Ram of Lahore stepped forward and said: &amp;quot;My head is at your service, my Lord&amp;quot;, The Guru took the disciple into a nearby tent and soon returned. His sword was now dripping with blood. He raised his authoritative voice and demanded yet another head. Far from being daunted by the thought of death, another disciple, Dharam Das of Delhi, volunteered to sacrifice himself for his Guru. In the events that followed Guru Gobind Singh made three more such calls and consequently Mohkam Chand of Dwarka, Himmat of Jagannath, and Sahib Chand of Bidar came forward and offered their heads.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The Guru was obviously testing his disciples and was not really interested in human sacrifice. He was so pleased by the devotion of these five followers that he called them the Five Beloved ones or the &lt;i&gt;Panj Piyaras.&lt;/i&gt; One of them was a &lt;i&gt;Khatri&lt;/i&gt; and the rest &lt;i&gt;Shudras&lt;/i&gt;. As the Guru did not believe in caste system, he baptised all of them and announced the birth of the Khalsa. He addressed the dumbstruck crowd thus: &amp;quot;In the time of Guru Nanak, there was just one devout Sikh, Guru Angad; now there are five — totally devoted to their Guru. These shall lay the foundation of Sikhism&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;It was a very dark period in Indian history. Aurangzeb's persecution of non-Muslims was at its peak. In his essay &lt;i&gt;Birth of Khalsa, &lt;/i&gt;Dr Hari Ram Gupta writes: &amp;quot;Aurangzeb had decided to use all the resources of a vast empire in suppressing Hinduism and converting the infidels to Islam.... In 1668 Hindu fairs and festivals were stopped. On April 9, 1669, a general order applicable to all parts of the Mughal Empire was issued to demolish all the schools and temples of the infidels and to put down their religious teachings&amp;quot;. In January, 1670, the biggest temple of Keshav Rae at Mathura was destroyed and the city was named Islamabad... . Hindus employed in public service, including clerks and accountants, were dismissed in 1671. The post of qanungo could be retained by a Hindu embracing Islam. Others who became Muslims received stipends, rewards, government jobs, release from jails, right to ancestral property and other privileges... . &lt;i&gt;Jazia&lt;/i&gt; was charged from all Hindus from April 2, 1679&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Guru Gobind Singh was extremely disturbed by all this. Voluntary conversion to another religion is one thing; forcible conversion quite another. The Guru and his family were themselves among the worst sufferers. His father, Guru Tegh Bahadur, had been beheaded on November 11, 1675, by Aurangzeb. Hinduism in those days had become too ritualistic and dogmatic and the Hindus were, according to Dr Gokal Chand Narang, &amp;quot;too mild by nature, too contented in their desires, too modest in their aspirations, too averse to physical exertion and terror-stricken and demoralised, even though strongly attached to their religion. They had religion but no national feeling. Guru Gobind Singh sought to make nationalism their religion&amp;quot;. The Guru's aim was &lt;i&gt;Chiriaan kolon baaz marawaan; Taan main Gobind naam kahaawaan &lt;/i&gt;(Call me by the name of Gobind only if I succeed in making sparrows kill hawks).&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img height="155" alt="Kesgarh Sahib Gurdwara" hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb06/saturday/30tt10.jpg" width="230" align="left" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Earlier, it was a custom to drink the water with which the Gurus washed their feet, but as Guru Gobind Singh wanted to instil martial spirit in his followers, and thus change them from Sikhs to Singhs (lions), he proposed to baptise them by water stirred with a &lt;i&gt;khanda &lt;/i&gt;(sword). To strike a blow against the class-ridden society, he urged all his followers to attach 'Singh' to their first names irrespective of their caste or creed. He also asked them to always have on their person &lt;i&gt;Kesh, Kangha, Karha, Kaccha and Kirpan&lt;/i&gt; (long hair, a comb, a steel bracelet, a vest, and sword). His followers were to celebrate Holi by conducting martial arts, sport, military parades and mock battles. He later baptised about 20,000 disciples and named the place Shri Anandpur Sahib, the city of bliss.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;J.D. Cunningham writes in &lt;i&gt;History of the Sikhs:&lt;/i&gt; &amp;quot;A new faith had been declared, and henceforth the &lt;i&gt;Khalsa&lt;/i&gt;, the saved or liberated, should alone prevail. God must be worshipped in truthfulness and sincerity, but no material resemblance must degrade the Omnipotent; the Lord could only be beheld by the eye of faith in the general body of the Khalsa&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;But the Guru was not only a great warrior. He was a great saint, poet, scholar and philosopher too. He had mastered Sanskrit, Gurmukhi and Persian texts. Under his directions major Sanskrit and Persian works were translated into the vernacular language so that the common man could benefit from them. Towards this end he employed 52 poets and scholars. In &lt;i&gt;A History of the Sikh People,&lt;/i&gt; Dr Gopal Singh observes: &amp;quot;In &lt;i&gt;Riti Kavya,&lt;/i&gt; or traditional poetry, the Guru's poetry is unexcelled in the sweep of imagination, choice of word and phrase, and mastery over metre. There is no metre known to Indian prosody that has not been employed by this Great Master (he experimented with over 250 metres), nor a mood that he has not captured&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;There are so many historical places associated with Guru Gobind Singh, but Shri Anandpur Sahib has a special significance. The city has had a very turbulent past, and because of its historical and spiritual status, it is one of the five most important places of worship of the Sikhs. The holy city was actually founded by Guru Tegh Bahadur in 1664. Its older name was Makhowal and Guru Tegh Bahadur had bought it from the then ruler of Bilaspur.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The city is dotted with historical gurdwaras and forts. Gurdwara Kesgarh Sahib, Gurdwara Sis Ganj Sahib, Gurdwara Lohgarh Sahib, Gurdwara Fatehgarh Sahib, Gurdwara Bhora Sahib and Fort Anandgarh are the prominent ones.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Gurdwara Kesgarh Sahib is clearly the most important gurdwara at Anandpur Sahib. It is one of the five important &lt;i&gt;Takhts &lt;/i&gt;(seats) of the Sikh religion. The &lt;i&gt;Khanda &lt;/i&gt;or the double-edged sword with which Guru Gobind Singh stirred the holy water in 1669 can be seen in this gurdwara. It also houses five other arms associated with the Tenth Guru — &lt;i&gt;Katar, &lt;/i&gt;the dagger used by the Guru for hand-to-hand-fights and for hunting; the &lt;i&gt;Karpa Barchha, &lt;/i&gt;spear; the &lt;i&gt;Nagin Barchha&lt;/i&gt;, spear with a snake-shaped blade; and a musket.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;img height="157" alt="Sis Ganj Sahib Gurdwara" hspace="5" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb06/saturday/30tt11.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;After the martyrdom of Guru Tegh Bahadur, Guru Gobind Singh began to plan his strategy at Gurdwara Fatehgarh Sahib. But before tackling the Mughal forces he had to reckon with Raja Bhim Chand of Bilaspur who had sent a force under Raja Kesari Chand to attack Anandpur Sahib. The Guru organised a battalion and ordered Bhai Uday Singh to get ready for battle. Bhai Uday Singh beheaded Kesari Chand and offered his head to the Guru. Guru Gobind Singh was very proud of his victorious army, so he built a fort at the spot and called it Fatehgarh Sahib.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Gurdwara Guru ka Mahal was the residence of Guru Tegh Bahadur, and it was here that the sons of Guru Gobind Singh were born. Gurdwara Sis Ganj Sahib is very close to the bus-stand and the head of Guru Tegh Bahadur was cremated here. Shri Guru Tegh Bahadur Museum displays paintings depicting the sacrifices made by the Sikh Gurus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Anandpur Sahib is thronged by thousands of pilgrims during the month of Holi to celebrate the Hola Mohalla. The brave Khalsas display martial arts as well as horse-riding, sword-fighting and other military sport in front of an enthusiastic crowd. The entire city is then agog with feverish activity and it reminds us of the day 300 years ago when Guru Gobind Singh demanded the heads of his disciples, created the Khalsa, and picked up his sword to protect &lt;i&gt;dharma: &amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;For this purpose was I born,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Bear this in mind all ye saints;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;To propagate &lt;i&gt;dharma,&lt;/i&gt; to protect saints,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;To annihilate all tyrants.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb06/saturday/index.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb06/saturday/1head.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb06/saturday/1head.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-9002691875304930398?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/9002691875304930398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=9002691875304930398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/9002691875304930398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/9002691875304930398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/anandpur-sahib-and-birth-of-khalsa.html' title='Anandpur Sahib and the birth of the Khalsa'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-403208748700110386</id><published>2009-03-10T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:06:22.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Srirangapatnam: A quaint little historic town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Although it is only a small town, Srirangapatnam has a wealth of historical monuments. The Sriranganatha Temple is believed to be several centuries old, says &lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff000f"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ff000f" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff000f" size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;HE sprawling banyan tree at the confluence of the Cauvery and its tributaries stands alone like a mute witness to the past; shepherds laze about while their cattle graze in the water meadows; priests perform the last rites for the departed souls; tourists focus their cameras to capture the spectacular views of the riverside. The Cauvery itself flows past humming sweet melodies to the sleepy little town of Srirangapatnam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;It only gets a passing reference or a paragraph or two in the glossy brochures; even the tour guides allot only an hour or so to it. Srirangapatnam, unfortunately, does not get the attention it rightly deserves because of the more famous and culturally rich Mysore that is only about 15 km away. You don't have five star hotels here to lure you, nor any glitzy shopping malls to tempt you. Srirangapatnam is not the usual tourist town with pushy tourists guides to bother you and overzealous salesmen trying to palm off their merchandise onto you. It is a quaint little historic town that has so far not attracted builders and property dealers. But perhaps that is precisely the reason why you might think of spending a couple of days here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Not many know that Srirangapatnam was the capital of Mysore from 1610 to 1799. If we clear the mist of history, we go as far back as the 15th century when it was a small hamlet dedicated to Lord Vishnu, who is also referred to as Sri Ranganatha. Thus the town got its present name — &lt;i&gt;The Port of Lord of the World. &lt;/i&gt;In 1510 Hebbar Timmana built a fort whose ruins still form the major feature of the town. This fort stood firm against the French, the Nizam of Hyderabad, and the Marathas. It was finally conquered by Lord Wellesly of East India Company on April 28, 1799, by slaying Tippu Sultan. There is a small monument at the spot where the body of Tippu was found.&lt;img height="155" alt="Tippu's body was found at this point in Srirangapatnam" hspace="2" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98oct04/sunday/24tt5.jpg" width="230" align="left" vspace="1" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Although it is only a small town, Srirangapatnam has a wealth of historical monuments. The Sriranganatha Temple is believed to be several centuries old. It is said that after the old temple, built in 894 by one of the governors of the Ganga Kings, was destroyed, a Vishnu temple was built in the same place in 1200. This masterpiece of the South Indian architectural school has a five-storey &lt;i&gt;gopuram, &lt;/i&gt;and it houses the reclining statue of Lord Vishnu. The 16th century Ganga-dhareswara Temple, and the 17th century Narasimha Temple built by Vijayanagara kings are the other two important temples.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Very close to the Sriranga-natha Temple used to be Lal Bagh, a structure built by Hyder Ali. It was a red building 'with an open balcony or durbar hall overlooking the parade ground'. It was razed to the ground by the British after the fall of Tippu.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Daria Daulat Bagh, or the summer palace of Tippu, is made of wood and it commands an excellent view of the green lawns outside. The construction of the palace was started by Hyder Ali in 1778, and it was completed by his son Tippu in 1789. It is now a museum that has personal affects of Tippu and his family murals depicting the military campaigns of Hyder and Tippu, paintings made by the artists of the East India Company, and a host of other historical memorabilia.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Not far is the Juma Masjid with its tall minarets built in 1784. When Tippu was a little child, a saint predicted that Tippu would be a great ruler one day. The saint asked Tippu to build a mosque if the prophesy was fulfilled. True to his word, Tippu built Masjid-e-ala in 1784. If you climb up one of its minarets you get a panoramic overview of the fort and the rest of the town.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Tippu also built the Gumbaz or the mausoleum which has the graves of Hyder Ali, Fatima begum, and Tippu himself. The walls of the cream coloured Gumbaz are lined with tiger skin. There are also frescoes painted by the soldiers of the East India Company. The grave of the other relatives of Tippu can be seen outside the Gumbaz. Nearby is Masjid-e-Aqsa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The remains of the dreaded dungeon where Tippu used to imprison British soldiers, and the breach in the wall through which the British entered the fort can also be seen. There is an ongoing controversy re-garding the image of Tippu. His supporters claim that he was a very secular ruler and a true patriot; his detractors on the other hand say that they have enough proof of show that Tippu showed no religious tolerance, although some of his trusted ministers were Hindus.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img height="152" alt="The mausoleum which has the graves of Hyder Ali, Fatima Begum and Tippu" hspace="2" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98oct04/sunday/24tt3.jpg" width="230" align="right" vspace="2" border="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Just 3 km away from Srirangapatnam is the Ranganthittoo Bird Sanctuary. The sanctuary is a home of herons, egrets, white ibises, open-billed stroks. Boats are available for those wishing to see and photograph the birds nesting and breeding. The bird watching season begins in May and lasts until November.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The Karanataka State Tourism Development Corporation's snug little riverside bungalows are recommended because they are so beautifully sited near a murmuring brook. At 123 km Bangalore is the nearest town with an airport. Having reached Srirangapatnam, it makes sense to combine it with a visit to Somanathapura, Bandipur, Nagarhole, and Mysore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98oct04/sunday/head2.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98oct04/sunday/head2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-403208748700110386?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/403208748700110386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=403208748700110386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/403208748700110386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/403208748700110386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/srirangapatnam-quaint-little-historic.html' title='Srirangapatnam: A quaint little historic town'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-8938565719476356987</id><published>2009-03-08T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:31:17.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I love the landscape rather than photography"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;LL those who thought black and white photography was dull and uninteresting changed their mind after seeing the work of Mark Lockett at the Department of Fine Arts, Panjab University, sometime back. The breathtaking, monochrome landscapes of the west coast of Ireland were vivid. Mark Lockett, 42, belongs to Shropshire, UK. He is a professional agricultural economist who runs his own dairy farm. The rigours of farm life have not stifled the creative artist in him. In the beginning he tried his hand at painting, but around 1980 he found his métier — landscape photography. In 1990, he had the first place in British Salon of Contemporary Photography. This was followed by Out of the Land, a joint exhibition with calligrapher and letter carver, John Neilson. Mark held his first solo exhibition at Chester City Arts Festival (1996). He was in India with Irene, a friend, at the invitation of the Department of Fine Arts, Panjab University. Mark's exhibition, On the Edge, attracted many viewers when it was held in the city last month. He also screened some of his slides in the seminar room of the Department of Fine Arts. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; met him for an exclusive interview, in which Mark talked of his work and life. Excerpts:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why did you decide to capture the wild land and western shores of Britain, Wales and Ireland on film?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I was inspired by the western reaches of the British Isles, where the land itself is very old, and the weather often harsh and unpredictable. I moved on to photography because I started noticing the changes in the landscape around me. The rapid change in lighting conditions and weather began to interest me and I thought I would try and capture it on film. My photography really started from the love of the landscape rather than the love of the photographic medium. I was never an active member of a photographic society.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you attend a course in photography?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;No, I have never attended a photographic course in my life. I am totally self taught. I learnt by looking at other work and reading books. I guess I picked information that I really needed, the rest I ignored.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Didn't you have any mentors?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;No, nothing like that. I was totally isolated basically. I actually developed my own course. I bought the camera with no real intention of becoming very interested in it. I just thought I will see what comes out and when I saw it I said, oh! these are really good. I must do more. It just developed from there. After about twelve months I became satisfied with the quality of the prints I was getting back. Looking at some of the books I'd bought I noticed black and white work.I thought I would have a go at it myself. I bought a very basic darkroom kit. I was impressed by the results. I thought this was giving me far more scope, and range than what I'd got from the general processing labs. So it developed from there and I became more and more interested in the darkroom side of photography.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A landscape photographer would normally opt for colour, but you chose monochrome. Why is that so?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;That's possibly because the way I am. I tend to be somebody who goes against the prevalent trend.At that time it was very unusual, but today black and white is becoming very popular in our country.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Were you influenced by any other photographer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes, by the American photographers,Ansai Adams and Weston. The work of Adams obviously impressed me tremendously as did the quality of the reproduction in the books. I would look at the photographs in the books and wonder how on earth they could be so wonderful.When you look at what is the best, you actually try to reach that stage.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you meticulously plan your shoots?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;I never plan a trip. If something catches my eye, I take it. If you read magazines or books they will tell you to find your location, study the light, and decide what you are going to take. I am totally unlike that. I will just go for a walk, I will chose a location along with Irene, my friend, who walks with me. And whatever turns up on that walk,I photograph. It is usually at weekends or on holidays, which are often spent in the west coast of Ireland. It is very much a random process I don't have a rigid plan. I know that there is landscape there: what I don't know is a whether the right picture will present itself or not. I know that there are places there that will capture the imagination if the light is right, and if it is not raining. This means driving some distance for a couple of hours. Maybe even a couple of days. When we get there, it could mean walking for one hour or even six hours.At times we have to camp there. My style has very much to do with the way the light affects the landscape.As I mentioned earlier, my reasons for taking landscape photographs is the love of landscape, rather than the love of photography.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You seem to avoid human figures altogether in your landscapes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes, very much so. The only time I include humans is when they are in silhouettes to make shapes. I think it detracts from the beauty of the landscape when one has a recognisable human figure in it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unlike most landscape photographers who try to capture beauty it is texture and form that dominate your work.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes, I emphasise the shape, the texture, and the form rather than a pretty view. A lot of my work is based on the formation of clouds, the interplay between the sky and the land. I am constantly watching how clouds move, and how the light changes.With black and white this is very obvious. Colour can actually destroy what you are trying to say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you manipulate your images?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;It depends on what you mean by 'manipulate' just a little dodging and burning that's all, and of course, sometimes toning. I also sort of dabble with alternative processes. In the exhibition there are a few examples of Gum Bichromate process. This was one of the earliest photographic processes that was very popular in the 1890s.It lay almost forgotten for decades, until its potential received recognition in recent years.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there money in such kind of work?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;No, I earn my living from farming. Photography is a serious hobby for me. It would be difficult, you would never make a good living from it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you managed to get some photographs here?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes, in Delhi I was taking pictures all the time. It is amazing how everywhere looked, there was something different from what I was used to, the colour, the movement, the people, the clothes, I just could not believe it. I would love to take landscape here because it is very different from our own. Certainly, when we get up into the hills of Lahaul Spiti, it's going to be a huge inspiration for me. I have brought plenty of film!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98nov22/sunday/view.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98nov22/sunday/view.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1998/98nov22/sunday/index.htm"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-8938565719476356987?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/8938565719476356987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=8938565719476356987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8938565719476356987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8938565719476356987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-landscape-rather-than.html' title='&quot;I love the landscape rather than photography&quot;'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-5535876432269774862</id><published>2009-03-08T04:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:22:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Best photographers have a real heart for the land"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;HE has worked with legendary photographers and journalists like Henri Cartier Bresson, Robert Doisneau, Larry Burrows, and all those great names in modern journalism. Armed with a degree in English from the Berkeley University, she was all set for an academic career, but destiny had better things in store for Helen Veret. In 1964 she met up with the Editor-in-Chief of the &lt;i&gt;Life&lt;/i&gt; magazine, Hugh Moffet. Impressed by Veret's impressive credentials and her vivacious personality, he offered her the job of editorial assistant. More than 30 years on, Veret is still with &lt;i&gt;Life&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;quot;You can see, I have been hooked by &lt;i&gt;Life,&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;she says with a broad smile. Now she is &lt;i&gt;Life's&lt;/i&gt; picture-editor, operating from a small office in Paris. Her files are full of famous photographs that &lt;i&gt;Life&lt;/i&gt; is famous for. Work begins at noon in her Paris office. Her only other colleague is an American journalist. Vivacious, full of life and also an authority on fashion, Helen is a woman with a contagious love for life. Helen Veret was in Chandigarh along with her architect husband and she gave a lecture here at the Alliance Frances. &lt;b&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/b&gt; met her for an exclusive interview. Excerpts: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What exactly do you look for in a photograph?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;A good photograph is a good photograph. An original photograph is one that surprises you; makes you ask questions. It is different. A good picture is a picture that you will always remember, that sticks in your mind. For example when you talk about the Vietnam war, the best pictures that come to your mind are those taken by Larry Burrows. There is a really classic picture shot by him that has a wounded black soldier trying to help a white GI, who is nearly dying. This picture is predominantly green. The green colour strongly accentuates death and misery of war. This photograph highlights the sorry plight of two soldiers who in peace time would not even say hello to each other. And here they are in hell trying to help each other. Oh my God! I get goose pimples when I think about it. That is my idea of a great picture. Then we have another one from Larry Burrows where you see a soldier in a helicopter. He is sitting next to the dead body of his best friend. So, &lt;i&gt;monsieur &lt;/i&gt;a good photograph is a good photograph- &lt;i&gt;cest tout!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you also suggest stories from Paris?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;You see, I work part time. I come to the office at noon and look at all the papers to know what is happening around the world. I try to find potential news stories that have some sort of a link with the USA. We cannot suggest a story from Europe that does not have any connection with the USA. For example, our last story was about some homeless people of New York — very poor people. One was a scientist with no job! You see, these people had jobs, but are desperate now. So, what do they do? They decide to build a raft to cross the Atlantic! When we heard about them, we decided to do a story on them. We organised a helicopter and sent a photographer and a journalist. I, of course, did all the legwork — the organising and the coordinating part. That involved making phone calls to New York to check when the photographer was arriving and did he need an assistant or not. It was a six-page story; completely conceptualised in France, of course, with the okay from New York. If we feel fashion is extraordinary this year and there is a new designer who is different, we suggest it to one of the editors in New York, who goes to our managing editor, Isolate Motley, and discusses it with her. If she likes it, we get the okay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Photographers visit our office all the time. I look at their work, and if they are good, I hire them for some future story. Then, New York, sometimes, asks me to dig out some old pictures — maybe of World War and a wounded soldier, famous generals, stuff like that. You always have to say 'Okay, don't worry, you will have it by tomorrow. They don't like to take a 'no' for an answer. It is a kind of game, and I really love it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have worked with some of the great names in photo journalism, haven't you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes. When the circulation was ten million per week, we had a whole list of photographers who were the very best in the world. Cartier Bresson worked for us; so did all the other great names in photography: Robert Doisneau, Larry Burrows, Edward Newton and Harry Benson — the guy who did those marvellous portraits of the Beatles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wasn't it the golden age of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Golden age, &lt;i&gt;bien sure, &lt;/i&gt;from our point of view. It is terrible to say, but great pictures were there to be taken. We had the Vietnam war, the Biafra, and the six-day war in Israel. We lost one of our very talented young photographers there on the very first day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When one thinks of &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; it is usually the big black and white images that come to one's mind — those stark and bold images.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Yes, of course. When I think about those great days of &lt;i&gt;Life, &lt;/i&gt;it is always black and white. They do publish black and white now, but I am sad to admit, colour has invaded all the magazines... all the magazines. But remember colour is fragile, it fades,whereas a black and white print of Cartier Bresson's shot in 1939 is still magnificent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From being a premier weekly selling ten million copies, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; stopped publication in 1972. It resumed publication again in 1978. But the magazine that set high standards for journalism, is finding it hard to justify its existence. What ails &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;In the olden days, &lt;i&gt;Life &lt;/i&gt;was full of news. And &lt;i&gt;Life &lt;/i&gt;was the best magazine in the world. Then television invaded our drawing rooms, and you know the rest. Nowadays, a reporter risks his life and goes to, let's say, Bosnia — bombs are falling everywhere, he comes back with great pictures to his agency. Unfortunately, it is usually too late. Very few magazines in the West now publish gloomy pictures. All of them are turning into society-magazines. They want to speak about the Princesses, film stars, celebrities, models. On the cover you might see Princess Caroline of Monaco, or you might have poor Lady Di. You know, to have good news pictures accepted, you have to be very lucky these days. That's why news photographers, most of whom are so dedicated to show what is happening in the world, are a disappointed lot now. We at &lt;i&gt;Life &lt;/i&gt;try our best to promote good photo journalism. We have a section called the Big Picture. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After having worked with legends like Bresson and Avendon, how does it feel to work with young photographers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The new photographers are very active. It is difficult to make a comparison. But definitely, Henri Cartier Bresson will remain a historical fact. Why? Because he is a very cultured man, he is such an exceptional character, a very sensitive man. In my opinion, his best years were between 1936 to the end of the great war. He is incomparable. It is not easy to measure up to a genius like him. The young ones are also good, but they are too young. Mind you, Bression celebrated his 90th birthday last August! I must tell you he looks as fresh as a cucumber. You would think he is 65. He doesn't have anything nice to say about contemporary photographers. He does a lot of sketching now. He used to drawings when he was young, and he has gone back to it. He always criticises photography, but I know — since he is a very good friend of mine — that he loves photography. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has the information explosion affected news journalism?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Yes. But I am very old-fashioned, I dare say. I am not for all these image transfers that are done over the computers from one country to another. But it is very convenient. I think the job of the picture researcher is going to disappear. Even the job of the picture editor might become redundant. We might have only one picture editor in New York and why not? It's convenient, it's cost-effective, it's quick. But I don't think all this is going to glorify the quality of pictures: not at all. But I dare say, when I see a very good retrospective of a good photographer... oh what a joy to see some really good prints! Or to see great pictures in a book. I always say that I prefer to see a set of pictures in a book. What a joy! I have a theory, I know photographers are going to be very mad at me for saying this, but I believe that photography is not meant to be exhibited. Painting — yes: photography no. There is always a glare on the photographs when they are exhibited. Of course, to be known, you have to exhibit. I always prefer to look at a photograph in a book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have a say in the layout?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;Unfortunately not. We make a selection, send it to New York, where it is again short-listed by the picture editor there. They then discuss the layout with the art director and the editors. The final layout is, most of the time, a surprise for me. I usually say I would not have done it that way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How does one become a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;photographer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;The simplest thing is to come to us with a story, not different pictures: we are not interested in different pictures. We see how the photographer has treated the story. When a photographer comes to us and say that he/she has pictures from, let's say, India. I ask her for how long she was in India. If she says 24 hours, then I am not interested. You cannot capture the essence of a country in such a short time ... when you just zoom past a country — no. The best photographers are those who know the people, the customs; they have a real heart for the land. If you don't have your heart beating for what you are doing, the work is no good. Everything comes from the heart. Otherwise, you give a modern instamatic camera to a four-year-old girl, and &lt;i&gt;voila, &lt;/i&gt;she can take a picture. What really makes a great photograph is — imagination!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff8040" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This feature was published on January 31, 1998&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb07/sunday/index.htm"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb07/sunday/view.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99feb07/sunday/view.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-5535876432269774862?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/5535876432269774862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=5535876432269774862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5535876432269774862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5535876432269774862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-photographers-have-real-heart-for.html' title='&quot;Best photographers have a real heart for the land&quot;'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-3906276090059860933</id><published>2009-03-04T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:07:23.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untiring Healer of the Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Interview by &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100" align="right" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Dr N. L. Dosajh" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2004/20040620/spectrum/main5.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dr N. L. Dosajh. — Photo by the writer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-TRANSFORM: uppercase"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0010" size="4"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;hile &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;it is normal for most living beings to suffer from some kind of physical ailment, human beings are unique for they suffer from a number of disorders that do not appear to have a physical cause, these are mental disorders. And there are doctors who specialise in treating such disorders. Dr N. L. Dosajh has spent his entire life in the service of those who are tormented by the demons of the mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Mental health is a very serious matter&amp;quot;, cautions Dr Dosajh, a highly experienced psychoanalyst, &amp;quot;unfortunately, in our country we do not take it seriously. There is a stigma attached to seeing a psychiatrist. If mental health is neglected, it could lead to serious problems. After a stage, the patient could become a problem to not only to society but also to himself. Professional help should be sought at the earliest&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Although, nudging ninety, Dosajh refuses to call it a day. The main cause of mental ill health, the doctor says, is a drop in the level of consciousness. &amp;quot;When consciousness is at higher levels, an individual is in perfect mental health, but when it drops to lower levels, neurosis is the result, and the lower you go, the more neurotic you become. The major reason for the weakening of consciousness are repression, conflicts, complexes, frustrations and setbacks in life.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;To get to the root of the mental disorder, Dosajh interviews the patient as well as the family, and even friends. Often, the repression is so severe that there is a great resistance from the patient to reveal the inner conflicts as most of them are sex-related. Usually the patient is totally unaware of them, and is unable to tell the doctor anything much about the problem. In such cases, various other methods are used to delve into the unconscious of the patient. &amp;quot;I use free association, Rorschach inkblot test, hypnosis and so on. If none of them work, I try to get clues from the patient's dreams. Or I might ask the patient to make up a story, and from the patient's imagination I get hints about the cause of neurosis. It is only after a thorough analysis, I decide on the right technique to be used for a cure which varies from patient to patient, upon the seriousness of the disorder and so on. There are no short-cuts or readymade formulas here.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Using his wide experience, Dosajh devised his own test called the D-Test. &amp;quot;When you undergo a D-Test,&amp;quot; explains the doctor, &amp;quot;three sheets of paper with 12 rectangles, are presented to you. Each rectangle has on it a few lines. You are asked to make further additions to the lines and draw any figure that occurs to you. You have about an hour and a half to finish your drawing, and it is not necessary to be an artist to complete this test.&amp;quot; Based on the figures the patient makes, Dosajh gets clues to the unconscious cause of their neurosis, and only then he decides on the nature of cure, be it stress-relieving exercises like yoga and meditation, autosuggestion, hypnosis, or in some cases even medication. &amp;quot;But I try to avoid the use of medicines as much as possible. I prefer rejuvenating the life force and the mental energy of the patient.&amp;quot; With these improvised techniques, the doctor has cured dozens of patients suffering from schizophrenia, personality disorders, and so on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The major influence on Dosajh's life is Carl Jung on whose theories he based his own work. Others who inspired him are Sigmund Freud, G. Murphy and the behaviorist, B. F. Skinner. Dosajh realised that Indian tradition offered many effective techniques, and it was worthwhile including them in his therapy. Interaction with Shri Akhand Swami of Gangotri in the late 1930s, and Swami Sivanand in the 1950s further honed his skills. He was also greatly influenced by the teachings of Swami Akhilanand, Geraldine Coster, Shri Aurobindo, Mahesh Yogi, Bloomfield Harold and Kory Robert B. Using the foundations of western psychology and Indian systems, he fused yoga and meditation with psychoanalysis to create his own theory which he calls New Personality Theory.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In his long career, Dosajh was recognised by the professional community in many ways. In 1956, he was sent as a UNESCO Fellow to work at the International Institute of Child Study at Bangkok and was a Guest Professor at the PGI for over 20 years. Despite an illustrious career and a huge volume of published work (15 books and over 50 articles in journals), there are no takers for his new book &lt;i&gt;Science of Mental Healing&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;quot;One publisher agreed to print it but said I would have to first shell down two lakh rupees.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;All these setbacks are compensated when his former patients call on him and spend some time at his home. Just a few days ago, Sarita whom he cured of severe schizophrenia when she was about 25 bought him a lovely gift. When the doctor refused to take it, she said, &amp;quot;This is a small gesture to thank you for the gift of life you gave me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2004/20040620/spectrum/main5.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2004/20040620/spectrum/main5.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-3906276090059860933?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/3906276090059860933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=3906276090059860933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3906276090059860933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/3906276090059860933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/03/untiring-healer-of-mind.html' title='Untiring Healer of the Mind'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-963789743390488382</id><published>2009-02-23T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:00:37.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God under the microscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;Sunday, February 22, 2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking the Spell: Religion as a Natural Phenomenon&lt;br&gt;by Daniel C. Dennett.&lt;br&gt;Penguin Books.&lt;br&gt;Pages 447. £3.25.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;Review by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#e10000" size="4"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;HEN science started making earthshaking discoveries by challenging ancient dogma, many felt that religion would not survive the rational onslaught for too long. Religion, however, is flourishing even in this modern age of space exploration, genetic engineering, and nanotechnology. It seems that there is something about religious belief which modern education and science are unable to shake off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;img height="326" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090222/spectrum/br-kuldip.jpg" width="220" align="right" border="1"&gt;Religion is supposed to spread love and peace, yet if we turn the pages of history, we find that religion is the cause of many of the wars and atrocities committed on humans by humans. In this age of international religious terrorism, most of us have begun to wonder what religion is, why is it so important for so many believers, why is one religion so intolerant of others, and do we need it after all?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;When such questions are tackled by Daniel C. Dennett, who is one of the most influential philosophers of our time, we ought to listen to his analysis carefully. He has written highly acclaimed books like &lt;i&gt;Darwin's Dangerous Idea, Brainstorms, Consciousness Explained &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; Freedom Evolve&lt;/i&gt;s. In the present volume, he tries to make an objective analysis of religious phenomena with philosophical and scientific rigour. Making use of the multi-disciplinarian Darwinian approach, he tries to explain the origins of religion, folk religion, group cooperation, ethics, social control and host of others concepts such as consciousness, intentionality, artificial self-replicators, memes. The issues that he deals with are too complex, technical, and varied to be discussed here. The reader ought to have some familiarity with philosophy and science to grasp the depth of the argument.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;However, we can briefly say that Dennett's project is to study the all- pervasive phenomenon of religion scientifically. This might sound quite an impossible project because religion and science are seen as contradictory concepts. How can one study religion scientifically? To catch the stick from the other end, how would scientists react if someone tried to study science through religion?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dennett is too thorough a philosopher to not foresee this objection. What does he mean when he says that religion is a natural phenomenon? Does he mean religion is a natural phenomenon like rain, wind, and lightning? By 'natural' he means that religion is not a supernatural phenomenon, and there are no miracles or magic involved in it. And even if miracles are involved, then the best way to show that to doubters would be to demonstrate it scientifically. Refusing to play by these rules, he points out, only creates the suspicion that one doesn't really believe that religion is supernatural after all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;Notice that it could be true that God exists,&amp;quot; argues Dennett, &amp;quot;that God is indeed the intelligent, conscious, loving creator of us all, and yet &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; religion itself, as a complex set of phenomena, is a perfectly natural phenomenon.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;What is religion, after all? Dennett defines religions as &amp;quot;social systems whose participants avow belief in a supernatural agent or agents whose approval is sought&amp;quot;. The definition is not exhaustive; his concept of religion is quite constricted, and he himself admits that his idea of religion is largely based on Judeo-Christian tradition. But being an internationally influential philosopher, he should have studied other religious traditions in depth. Modern scientific method requires that no evidence be ignored or glossed over. Dennett does not appear know that there are religions which do not see God as someone sitting up there and controlling the affairs of the world, that there are religions that believe everything that we see is not separate from God, that there are religions that do not talk about God or soul at all, and that there are religions that might appear to be materialistic to us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Coming back to Dennet's thesis, we might ask if it is possible to understand through a materialist standpoint something that purports to be totally non-materialistic and subjective? Dennett thinks that it is possible, and he feels it is important that religious beliefs that have been taken for granted for thousands of years be questioned thoroughly. Why? Because he believes that it is very important to break the spell of religion to show that we could live a good life even without religion. He is right here. There is a widespread fallacy that religion makes us good human beings, that it gives meaning to life. In fact, most atheists are good people and they do not feel that life is without meaning. All the misery wrought upon the world is not by atheists, but by people who kill, loot, and torture in the name of God.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dennett has done an excellent and thorough job from a materialist viewpoint, but we must remember this viewpoint has its own limitations. The kind of proof the scientist or materialist philosopher needs cannot be given. But we might ask, if scientific proof is the only kind of proof admissible in a rational inquiry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Bertrand Russell, an atheist to the core, was once asked what he would say if after his death he found himself confronted with God. He replied that he would say, &amp;quot;God, why did you make the evidence for your existence so insufficient?&amp;quot; Believers on the other hand say that whatever we see around us makes it eminently clear that God exists. Logic is used by both parties to prove the existence and non-existence of God.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The fight continues.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090222/spectrum/book4.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090222/spectrum/book4.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-963789743390488382?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/963789743390488382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=963789743390488382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/963789743390488382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/963789743390488382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-under-microscope.html' title='God under the microscope'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-7451455099005692998</id><published>2009-01-21T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:27:17.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethics/Management'/><title type='text'>Ethical dilemmas in workplace</title><content type='html'>Sunday, January 18, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics for the Real World: Creating a Personal Code to Guide Decisions in Work and Life&lt;br /&gt;by Ronald A. Howard and Clinton D. Korver.&lt;br /&gt;Harvard Business Press.&lt;br /&gt;Pages 240. $24.95. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO ends justify the means, or is it the other way round? Such questions have kept moral philosophers arguing for centuries. Most of us are deeply influenced by ethical philosophy, but when it comes to real life, we often violate our cherished moral codes saying — everything is fair in love and war. In everyday affairs, we often dismiss minor ethical compromises that we make all the time. We find comfort in thinking that, for all practical purposes, we are within the limits of acceptable moral behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the authors do not accept such excuses. For them, the real world, the world of business and workplace are actual test of our moral standards. According to them, deception, stealing, and harming are most common ethical transgressions people make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often we do not realise that we are doing something wrong because we have a natural tendency of making compromises and rationalising. But making compromises or rationalising our improper actions is only a way of justifying our misdemeanours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world, where the competition is cut-throat, is it possible to be morally correct all the time? "Yes, it is," the authors say. No doubt we might have to face difficulties, but it is better than resorting to immoral or unethical practices. In the long run, it is honesty that sets you apart; it is honesty that wins trust of your colleagues and customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might say that it is easy to give sermons to others, but Ronald A. Howard, one of the authors, claims to have actually practised what he preaches. He turned down a lucrative defence contract rather than compromise with his moral beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact, that every situation could be tackled through various options, the question arises how does one make the final choice. The authors say that people often make ethical choices reflexively. When caught in a dilemma, especially when we have to make decisions in an instant, we are often guided by certain preset ethical values that guide our actions. In moments of danger, for instance, as we have to act quickly, we do not have the time to consider moral implications of our actions. At such times, we make use of readymade options. A second way we make choices is by rationalising an otherwise-not-so-ethical choice. We think we are reasoning, but we are actually rationalising. What is the difference between reasoning and rationalising? When we reason we analyse the situation and form judgements, and when we rationalise, we try to justify an action which we deep down know is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authors further talk of prudential, legal, and ethical actions. An action is prudential when it is guided by self-interest such as financial gain, loyalty to others, friendliness, thriftiness. Here we weigh the options and do what is the best possible in a given circumstance. An action is legal if it is done according to the legal system of the land, although it might not be entirely moral. And finally, an action is ethical if it is in accord with our predefined notion of right and wrong. The classification is not all that neat however because illegal actions might be prudential, unethical acts may be prudential, illegal acts may be ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authors take up these issues in separate chapters, and show us how to deal with ethical dilemmas. Excellent though the book is, its price is rather too high for the Indian reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2009/20090118/spectrum/book2.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-7451455099005692998?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/7451455099005692998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=7451455099005692998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/7451455099005692998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/7451455099005692998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2009/01/ethical-dilemmas-in-workplace_21.html' title='Ethical dilemmas in workplace'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-800999686036012486</id><published>2008-09-28T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:32:39.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science/Philosophy of Science/Physics'/><title type='text'>The Science of Day After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physics of the Impossible&lt;br&gt;by Michio Kaku.&lt;br&gt;Allen Lane, Penguin Books. Pages 330. £8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="4"&gt;&lt;img height="409" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080928/spectrum/br-Kuldip.jpg" width="270" align="right" border="1"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;OULD we one day develop weapons that could shatter an entire planet to smithereens? Could we make people and objects invisible? Could we design machines that would generate their own energy? Is it possible to launch spaceships that travel faster than light?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Physics of the Impossible&lt;/i&gt;, Michio Kaku takes us on a singular scientific journey to find answers to such questions. The main purpose of this exploration, however, is to make science popular. Teaching science is not easy, especially theoretical physics, but the author makes an interesting juxtaposition of science fiction on one hand and hard science on the other to lure the reader into the fascinating world of force fields, gravity, matter, antimatter, subatomic particles, black holes, wormholes, parallel universes, anti-universes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Michio Kaku, who holds the Henry Semat Chair in Theoretical Physics at the City University of New York, cites examples from popular science fiction novels and films to make his exposition lively and interesting. He confesses that it was science fiction that inspired him to become a scientist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Good science fiction writers these days have a competent knowledge of science and natural laws, although they sometimes stretch their imagination to suit their plot. Of course writers like Arthur C. Clarke have shown that scientists could learn a thing or two from fiction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The writer tells us that some of inventions and gadgets mentioned in sci-fi literature are theoretically possible, while others are not, at least not with the science we know. However, to say something is not possible at all is not very prudent. For instance, the great physicist Lord Kelvin declared in 1899 that radio had no future, heavier-than-air machines would never be possible, and X-rays would prove to be a hoax. All these have actually happened. What was impossible yesterday is commonplace today.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Most of us fantasise about becoming invisible, reading the future, travelling to other galaxies, and going back in time. Examining these fantasies thoroughly, Kaku divides them into three categories: Class I impossibilities are those that are impossible today but as they do not violate the known laws of physics, they might be possible one day. Teleportation, antimatter, psychokinesis, and invisibility come under this category. Time machines, hyperspace travel, travel through wormholes are Class II impossibilities. They will take thousands of years to develop. And Class III impossibilities violate the known laws of physics, so as far as we are concerned they are really impossible. But if they ever materialised, they would change the world beyond our imagination.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;At a deeper level, this book is an excellent introduction to the development of scientific theories and concepts. History of science shows that some ideas are born through sheer genius, and there are those that are products of happy accidents. And some ideas begin with a particular individual, but they are eventually developed by a string of others over centuries. There are also cases of near misses. For example, James Clerk Maxwell, who developed the classical electromagnetic theory among other things, might well have come up with the idea of relativity over a hundred years before Albert Einstein. But oddly enough, Maxwell did not realise that his equations allowed for distortions of space-time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;We now move on to the latest in the world of science. Frenzied research in the last two centuries has upturned our conventional scientific wisdom. The Newtonian theory, for instance, does not allow teleportation as objects do not move until a force is applied upon them, and they do not suddenly disappear and appear elsewhere. But this happens all the time in the quantum domain. We might ask if one could use the laws of the quantum theory to create a machine that could teleport people? Surprisingly, the answer is a qualified 'yes', says the author.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The book then focuses on something that has kept theoreticians busy for the past hundred years. In the beginning of the 20th century, Einstein gave us theory of special relativity, and Max Planck advanced his quantum theory. The former theory gives an excellent account of the macroscopic world, and the latter of the microscopic world of atomic particles. The problem is that these theories are incompatible with each other. Since one of the fundamental principles of science is to have one theory to explain all phenomena, physicists have been trying to unify these two theories without much success.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;A heightened enthusiasm is seen among physicists with the formulation of the string theory. It just might successfully unify the quantum theory with gravity, but there are five ways in which this could be done. In 1994, Edward Witten of Princeton's Institute for Advanced Study and Paul Townsend of Cambridge University speculated that all five string theories were in fact the same theory, but only if we add an 11th dimension. From the vantage point of the 11th dimension, all five different theories collapse into one. And the bewildered scientists are back to square one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Making science as interesting as fiction, Michio Kaku's fascinating book is sure to inspire many youngsters to take up science, just as he was in his childhood by reading science fiction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080928/spectrum/book5.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080928/spectrum/book5.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-800999686036012486?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/800999686036012486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=800999686036012486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/800999686036012486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/800999686036012486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/09/science-of-day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Science of Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-8317138121736386604</id><published>2008-09-22T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:55:55.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short story Kuldip Dhiman Bangalore Rajamahal Vilas Extension Kendriya Vidyalaya Hebbal'/><title type='text'>The Man Who Came Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 12pt 0in 3pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A short story by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;First published in October 1999 in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All Hallows,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Journal of The Ghost Story Society, British Columbia, Canada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The man, who had been in a coma for more than two months, showed some signs of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;movement. He opened his eyes slowly. In the dark of the night all he heard was the harsh sound of his own breath. And there were bells faintly jingling somewhere far away. Soon the unbearable cacophony of city traffic began to pound his ears. Presently he heard the sound of screeching tyres, followed by a loud crash. Then there was silence for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As he lay there, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he heard a faint, disembodied voice. What was it? Someone was calling him. Yes, it was a familiar voice. He must go; he really must-but where. ..and how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Oum Kaali ...Mahakaali ...Oum Kaali ...Mahakaali ...Hey Shambhu .&lt;/i&gt;..Lord of the gods, Lord of the Himalayas, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;serpents, bhootas ...ganas &lt;/i&gt;...give us your power. .&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;.Oum Kaali. &lt;/i&gt;..send us your messenger. . .'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divya Beliappa, the dusky woman with the husky voice, was invoking Lord Shiva, the destroyer, and the goddess Mahakaali, the force, the energy behind the universe. The others&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;present in the room watched Divya with bated breath as she chanted her mantras. Suddenly, her eyes became so intense that they could have frozen any moving object. Moments later her entire body began to quake violently, and with her left hand she scrawled in the Tamil language the letters corresponding to the English P, R, and A on the notepad she held.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Oum Mahakaali &lt;/i&gt;...Yes, who are you? Tell us your name. Go ahead. ..go ahead. .. why have you stopped?' As she said this, Divya began to quake even more violently, and then collapsed. Somesh, her husband, quickly sprinkled some cold water on her face. A few moments later Divya opened her eyes. All energy seemed to have drained from her body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr Nalini Krishnamurthy turned her video camera off. Divya looked at her and the other friends in the room apologetically. 'I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to work today. We might try again a little later. Let's go out and sit by the pool, shall we?' She was quickly regaining her composure and becoming her usual cheerful self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While Divya went to join her other friends, one of the guests approached Dr Krishnamurthy. 'Nalini, would you mind if I asked you something?' 'Go ahead,' the doctor smiled, running her fingers through her long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Do you really believe in all this bullshit?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The doctor shrugged her shoulders, 'Well, I don't know. I'm as curious as you are.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'But you've devoted all your life to parapsychology. Have you ever seen a yourself?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'No, but there are hundreds of cases around the world. ..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Yes; and it's always second-hand information. I have yet to come across a person who has seen a ghost himself. I believe this possession business is nothing but self-hypnosis. And our Divya uses a strange mixture of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;tantra&lt;/i&gt;, the occult, and clairvoyance. It's all rubbish.'," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'You could be right. Let's join the others.' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were nine of them, five women and four men, all classmates; and of course their spouses and children had come along too. For the past ten years they had been meeting at Divya and Somesh's lavish bungalow overlooking the Jayamahal Park. The 261h of April had a nostalgic significance, for it was on that day that the class of 1975 had scattered like dry leaves, never to be together again. But against all the odds these nine had somehow managed to keep in touch. No one knew what had happened to most of the others. It is a big world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As they sat by the pool reminiscing about old times, Divya Beliappa heard her ten-year-old Son's voice. '&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Maa&lt;/i&gt;, there is someone at the door.' 'Who is it &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;putta&lt;/i&gt;?' she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I don't know,' replied the boy, 'but he says he wants to see Divya Iyengar.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'What?' She arched her eyebrows. 'Who is this who still remembers me by my maiden name? I have forgotten it myself.' She laughed softly to herself. Then she saw the man who had followed her son to the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone stared at the bearded intruder. He was a bit flabby, and there was something odd about his manner, something unnatural. He had a forlorn look, so hard to describe. He waited for their reaction for some time and then said, 'Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you seen a human before?' He wore an amused smile. Then he directed his gaze towards Divya. 'You'd be Kishmish?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divya was shocked, for Kishmish had been her nickname in school. She took a good long look at the man but failed to recognise him. The stranger was clearly disappointed. 'So you guys have forgotten me, eh?' There was a hint of sadness in his tone. He came forward and proffered his hand. Still they showed no sign of recollection, merely looking at one another and then at the stranger. The intruder walked towards Somesh. 'Somu &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;yaar&lt;/i&gt;, at least you should remember me. We were the worst of enemies in school,' he laughed. 'No wonder you never invite me to any of your reunions.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somesh drew a blank and looked towards Divya for help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;' All right, we admit that we can't place you,' said Divya. 'Now will you please tell us who you are?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Take three guesses! ...Okay, I'll give you a hint. When did you finish school?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'1975,' Divya replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'Well, I left in November 1970. Dad got transferred to Ambala Cantt.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Oh, my God!' she exclaimed. 'That's ages back!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He looked disappointed. 'Why do people only remember the friends from their last year in school? Why do they forget the ones who left earlier?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They looked at him, his long beard, his drooping eyes, his loose skin; trying to recognise the waxen face. Divya, who was rather proud of her photographic memory, tried hard to place the visitor. November 1970; that meant she was in class seven. She tried to picture her classroom in her mind's eye. An image of the old school building appeared. She heard the sound of children laughing, screaming, shouting, fighting. Little girls in white tops and navy-blue skirts, and boys in white shirts and navy-blue shorts. She saw the P .T .Master flaunting his cane; the class teacher Lata Deshpande writing something on the blackboard, the science teacher rushing to the teachers' room with a pile of notebooks; the Drawing Master joking with the students; the vendors selling &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;jaamallahabad, kalleykai, puttani&lt;/i&gt;, and time pass outside the school gate. She tried to focus on the hazy faces. There was Kalpana Rana, her closest friend at the time. Another face. Who was it? What was her name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh! We called her Billy, because she was cat-eyed. Another face, another nickname. A boy this time. They used to call him Langur, the one who broke his arm once. Another nameless face emerged, and then another. ..but where was the boy standing in front of her as a bearded man now? She tried hard, but her memory failed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Can't remember? I'm not surprised,' the mystery-man said, 'Okay, do you remember the guy who always had squirrels in his bag?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divya jumped with surprise. 'Oh, shit! That's you! Ummm ...wait, I'll remember now.' She looked at the others for help. '&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Yaar&lt;/i&gt;, now I remember. ..what was the name yaar? We used to call you. ..' She remembered the face of a porcupine-haired boy, who &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;tame&lt;/i&gt;d, of all the things, squirrels. 'Got it! ' she cried, 'we used to call you Porky. Right?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'So, Kishmish, you only remember me as Porky?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Come on; all of a sudden you return from the grave and expect us to remember you after I so many years? It's your fault, you never kept in touch.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Yeah, that's true, but it's not easy, you see,' he said ruefully. 'At times I tried, but I couldn't . . .'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Don't make silly excuses,' Somesh said, and made a drink for the forgotten man.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Divya stood close by, gazing at the sky. 'Got it!' she announced in triumph. 'Oh! got it. Prabir Dutta, right?' The man smiled. 'Oh, Prabir! It's been so long.' As Prabir Dutta joined the others and exchanged gossip, something bothered Divya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something was wrong somewhere. This man, Prabir Dutta; something was not right about him. She did remember the porcupine-haired boy-the squirrels in his bag, how he used to scare the girls with them-but the man before her looked nothing like him. Faces change over the years, sometimes beyond recognition, but still something remains: a familiar way of smiling, some odd gesture, something. Can one really change so completely? He must be an impostor. But how did he know so much? It was amazing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Prabir reminisced about his school days, Divya suddenly interrupted. 'Do you remember once when it was the physics exam, and you were caught cheating? And the Princi, S. N. Thakur, thrashed you in front of everyone?' 'S. N. Thakur who?' He was a bit annoyed. 'When I was at school, the Princi was K. D. Dwivedi, and just before I left, V. V. Srikantaiah had taken over.' He gave her a stern look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Hey! are you trying to test me? I should have brought my passport ...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He put his hand in his coat-pocket and, much to their surprise, produced a squirrel. Some of the children came running to look at it. 'Want to play with it, eh?' he asked. He placed the squirrel on a boy's palm and said, 'Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you.' The children took the squirrel to the pool-side and began to play with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divya felt very sorry for him. What right had they to suspect him? If he said he was Prabir, then he must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Sorry &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;yaar&lt;/i&gt;, it's just that you look nothing like the boy we knew. Tell us about yourself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'1 will. But let me know about you guys first.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Shall I start?' Divya looked around at the others with a smile, then turned to Prabir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Well, after school I did my post graduation in History. And as you can see, I married Mr Somesh Beliappa.' She coughed artificially and continued. '1 have a son; there he is. Much to the disappointment of my well-wishers, I never took up a job. I'm not the bright and ambitious Divya Iyengar you knew.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prabir looked at Somesh. 'Lucky bastard, marrying your childhood sweetheart! But Divya lyengar sounds better than Divya Beliappa.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somesh smiled in response. ' And Divya Dutta would have sounded even worse.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'You haven't changed,' Prabir laughed; and the gossip session was on. They all related their adventures or misadventures after leaving school, and updated Prabir on others who weren't present. 'You remember Dinesh Kulkarni? Such an idiot in school; now he's the G.M. of Escorts. Shrimati Rao is in Singapore. And you remember T.K. Ananthamurthy, the genius who always got ninety-nine per cent marks, and who we all thought would become a research scholar? Well, he went astray, became a drug addict. This one eloped with his friend's wife, this one married his secretary. That ugly duckling Yamini Ganapa hy-she won the Miss India title last year. Can you believe it? And that lanky guy; what was his name. .. Bhaskar Shetty ...what happened to him. ..,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'He died in a road accident in Kenya in 1989,' said Prabir.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And where is Razia Khan these days?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'She committed suicide in 1985, because her in-laws troubled her.' It was Prabir again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;'You seem to be reading the obituaries regularly,' laughed Somesh. 'Come on; tell us about yourself. , 'What do you want to know?' He gave a wan smile and looked around. 'Nothing much happened. Dad got transferred from Bangalore to Ambala. Life then changed totally. , 'What happened?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Oh! that's a long story. I'm not supposed to disclose the details about my past. In fact, I'm not supposed to be here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Now, don't tell us that you're The Spy Who Came in From the Cold!' joked Srinivas Bhatt, one of the guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'You said it. What's the time?' he asked. 'The guys up there must be looking for me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'The guys behind the Iron Curtain, you mean?' Somesh quipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'It's a lot more impenetrable than that. You see, I'm really not supposed to be here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While the others were engaged in catching up with old times, Nalini began to walk towards the swimming pool where the children were playing. She panned her camera across the scene, and zoomed in on a small girl by the water's edge. Suddenly the child lost her balance and fell into the pool. Nalini dropped her camera and ran towards the pool. On hearing the screams of the little girl the others also charged towards the pool; but before anyone could do anything, Prabir dove in and scooped up the frightened child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The girl's parents thanked Prabir profusely. Somesh waited until the excitement was over, then said, 'Prabir, come with me. You need to change your clothes. Mine will fit you fine.' Prabir stood for a moment and looked at the children, then at his friends. 'The water is so deep and cold, ' he murmured to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Not really,' Divya reassured him, 'it's no more than six feet.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Water can be very dangerous. And then there are the weeds. ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somesh glanced at his wife, then touched Prabir's arm and motioned towards the house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The two men left, and the group remaining by the pool fell into small talk. A few minutes later Somesh returned, looking flustered and worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'What's the matter? It looks like you've seen a ghost!' Divya joked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Perhaps I have.' Somesh was not smiling. 'I got Prabir a change of clothes and showed him to the bathroom. He seemed to be taking an awfully long time, so finally I pushed open the door, to see if he was okay; and I found the bathroom empty!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' You must be joking, ' said Divya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Not at all; come with me. ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A flurry of excitement went round, and everyone went into the house to have a look. The bathroom window was open, and it was large enough for a man to escape through. It made no sense to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I'm sure that guy was an impostor,' Somesh said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I doubt it,' interrupted Sarabjeet Singh. 'He knew too much about us. ..about our past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one could have told him about the little childhood episodes, the nicknames. ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Hey, look here!' Nalini Krishnamurthy drew their attention to the notepad that Divya had been using earlier in the evening. Everyone turned their eyes to the letters scrawled on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;P_R_A . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Prabir!?' they all gasped in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Prabir Dutta?' S.K. Raju, the Drawing Master, wrung his hands. 'Let me think. Which batch would he have been in?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'He was in our batch, sir, but he left the school in 1969 or 1970,' said Divya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'That's a long time back! Can you describe him?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Divya described what she remembered of Prabir Dutta. Mr Raju had to tax his memory, but he finally remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Oh! Got it!' he exclaimed. 'Isn't he the one who always had squirrels in his schoolbag, and was forever playing truant? Oh, the rogue. ..that bloody &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;chotley&lt;/i&gt; fellow splashed ink on some of my paintings because I had to beat him once. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Aiyyo&lt;/i&gt;, such beautiful paintings, from my college days. Where is he now, I wonder? And why are you asking about him?' Divya told him about the mysterious visit of the man calling himself Prabir Dutta. Mr Raju was quite intrigued. 'Okay, we'll trace that chotley fellow. Let's go and dig up the school records first. , With the help of Chandre Gowda, the Head Clerk, they unearthed the dusty old records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a long search, they finally found what they had been looking for: an old brown file with the title 'Class VII B (1970)'. Divya held the file in her hand, and trembled with nervousness, as though her childhood was about to be re-enacted. She finally mustered up her courage and opened the file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the first page, the names of all the students were written in ink that was now fading. Zenobia Postwala ...Sadhana Bari ...S. Tharini ...Neena Joshi ...Divya's heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uncontrollably. She had not seen most of them for years, forgotten their names, in fact never spared them a thought. Where were they now? Who knew? Happy, unhappy, successful, unsuccessful, married, divorced? She wished there was some way to make contact, even if it was only to say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She read further. Srikumari Pillai ...Lynn Alvares ...Rajini Desikan ...Then her heartbeat almost stopped. Yes, there it was, large and clear: Prabir Dutta. She turned to the corresponding page. His record was there, and at the end was his permanent address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The old woman in the typical middle-class home opened her door to find a man and a woman outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Namaskara&lt;/i&gt;,' the man said, 'I am Somesh, and this is my wife Divya. We are very old friends of Prabir's. You must be his mother. Is he at home?' 'Do come in.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were shown into the house. After they were seated, the woman asked, 'So you want to see Prabir?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Yes,' Divya said. 'We were together at school, you see.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'How come you remembered him after so many years?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They looked at each other in silence. Then Divya said. 'Well, we lost touch, actually. Three days back we had a get-together, several of us who were at school together, and then ...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She repeated the entire story .The old woman sat in her chair as if frozen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'It can't be. It simply can't be. He could not have come.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'How do you mean? We saw him with our own eyes!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Don't you people know?' The old woman was silent as Divya and Somesh looked at each other, puzzled. Finally she said quietly, 'Prabir died in 1971.' 'Don't say that!' cried Divya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I am his mother; I ought to know,' the woman replied, with sadness in her voice. 'We had to leave Bangalore as my husband got transferred to Ambala. You know how It is in the Air Force. Prabir joined the Central School there and was soon back to his old ways. One day he played truant as usual, and with some of his friends went to a nearby lake for a swim. .. he. ..he never came back.' Her eyes became moist and her voice choked a little. 'The lake was full of weeds.. ..' She looked at the framed photograph of Prabir that was hanging on the wall, and then at Somesh. 'Had he lived, he would have been your age.' 'But who was the man who came to our party? How did he know so much about our childhood?' asked Divya. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: windowtext 3pt dotted"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I don't know,' the woman said. 'I don't know.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next morning Divya woke up earlier than usual. After making her tea she lazily spread out the newspaper. She scanned the headlines and turned the page, then glanced over some of the advertisements. She was about to go to the next page when a small boxed notice caught her eye. It was an obituary, and the photograph was familiar. She nudged her husband. 'Hey, wake up. Look what we have here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Somesh saw the photograph his heart grew cold. 'It's Prabir! What is going on?' The message read; In Fond Memory of Madhu Shah who left us on 28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; April. 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grieving wife, children, and parents. ' The address given below was familiar: just two streets away, behind the Gulabi Girls High School. Somesh and Divya were there within the hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were met by the father of the dead man. After listening to their story the old man said, '1 don't know what to make of it myself.' He sank in his chair and lit a cigarette. 'You see,' he said, 'after a serious car accident he was involved in, my son was in a coma for two months. The doctors had given up all hope. But now, after hearing your story, I do remember that something strange happened on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. We checked everything in Madhu's room and retired early to bed that night. I used to get up in the middle of the night to check if everything was okay. That night, to my horror, I found him missing. He had just vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'We searched each and every room of our house, the attic, the basement, the garage, the servants' quarters, the grounds' ...Some time had gone by. We were about to phone the police and the hospital when my daughter-in-Iaw announced that Madhu was back. I rushed to his room. Madhu was lying on his bed, unconscious. ..as if nothing had happened. ' The old man looked at Divya and Somesh. '1 just don't know what to make of it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Oum Kaali ...Mahakaali ...Oum Kaali ...Mahakaali ...Hey Shambhu &lt;/i&gt;...Lord of the gods, the Lord of the Himalayas, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;serpents, bhootas ...ganas &lt;/i&gt;...give us your power. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;'Oum Kaali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt; ...send us your messenger. ..,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr Nalini Krishnamurthy was ready with her video camera. Divya tried once again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;'&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Oum Kaali ...Mahakaali &lt;/i&gt;...who are you?' her voice rang out. After a while she wrote in Tamil the letters corresponding to P-R-A-B ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somesh, who was nearby, could not control himself. 'Hello, Prabir! How are you?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F-I-N-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Thank you for the visit last week. But why did you remember us after so many years?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F-E-L-T&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;L-I-K-E&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;S-E-E-I-N-G&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Y-O-U&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A-G-A-I-N &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Why did you come as Madhu Shah?' I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T-H-A-T&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;W-A-S&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T-H-E&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;O-N-L-Y&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;W-A-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you happy over there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y-E-S&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Q-U-I-T-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr Krishnamurthy pushed a paper in front of Somesh, and he read out the written on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Tell us how is it over there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was no response. .?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Prabir, tell us how is life over there?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr Krishnamurthy gave him another paper with a question on it. 'What happens after death?' Somesh read. There was no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Porky, are you there?' Somesh said, 'What happens after death? Hello! Porky, please tell us. ..Porky, you. ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was silence for a long time. Then Divya's trance broke and she collapsed. Somesh fetched her a glass of water, and while she recovered, he turned to Dr Krishnamurthy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;'Nalini, what do you make of it all?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'That's a difficult question to answer.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Still, you must have some sort of theory.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nalini shrugged. 'Hundreds of cases are being investigated, but we're still in the dark. All I can say is that Prabir, for some reason, felt like getting in touch with us. Remember, he was secretly in love with Divya. Madhu Shah was in a coma, which left him in a state very close to death. We don't know what happens to the soul of a person who is in a coma. Perhaps the soul leaves the body temporarily, and then interacts with departed souls. I think Madhu Shah acted as a conduit. ' She laughed. 'Or perhaps Prabir is still playing truant over there. Old habits. ..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As Dr Krishnamurthy explained her hypothesis, Divya opened the windows to let in some fresh air. She saw the beautiful &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;gulmohar&lt;/i&gt; tree that had stood in her garden for years. There was movement in the red flowers and green leaves of a branch near the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lone squirrel was playing in the branches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListBullet" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListBullet" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-8317138121736386604?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/8317138121736386604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=8317138121736386604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8317138121736386604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8317138121736386604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-who-came-back_22.html' title='The Man Who Came Back'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-8040791133048566139</id><published>2008-09-22T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:52:53.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 12pt 0in 3pt"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;By Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First published in June 1997 in&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All Hallows,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Journal of The Ghost Story Society, British Columbia, Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Based on the private papers of Donald Anderson, M.D. (1866-1936)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Susan was afraid; terribly afraid. It must have been well past midnight when she entered the study and looked about nervously. I left the novel that I had been reading by the fire, and waited for her to say something. No words came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Is anything the matter, dear?' I held out my arms to her. We moved closer to the fire, and I noticed that she was trembling with fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Listen,' she said, 'listen very carefully. Do you hear that? Someone is moaning in pain.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did anyone have to remind me of those soft moans and groans? I had been living with them for more than a year; but how does one explain that to a young bride who has just arrived in India from Liverpool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'You have had a very tiring journey, dear. There is no one here.' I poured her a glass of brandy, and tried to humour her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'What are those sounds? I have searched the entire house and the clinic, and I am sure there is no one about. , 'My dear, it's rather late. Let's go to bed. It can wait till the morning.' 'No, it can't.' She was determined. 'With those terrible sounds echoing everywhere, how can you expect anyone to sleep?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;She was right. It was only her third night here, and already she had begun to be disturbed by the sounds. I held her hand and drew her close to me. As she trembled in my arms, I decided to tell her the dreadful truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Susan,' I began, 'in spite of being a man of science and a qualified doctor of medicine, I have come to believe in things which I would have dismissed as fraud only a few years ago. During my training at Bart's, if someone had told me that there are men who drink sulphuric acid as if it were a cup of hot tea; that there are men who bury themselves in sand for days and emerge alive; that there are men who walk barefoot on burning cinders; that there are men whose bodies do not age, I would have laughed. In this modern age of science, when man is unravelling the mysteries of nature, how could an educated English doctor be expected to believe in such things? It was not long, however, before I changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'In the winter of 1892, I found myself in the snow-covered hills of Simla. I had accepted the invitation of Major Edward Rennick of the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Brigade of the Bengal Horse Artillery. I soon fell in love with the place and, at the major's encouragement, I set up a modest practice on the Mall. There were very few doctors in Simla then, and my arrival was eagerly welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Things went on quite well, and my practice flourished. However, it was not long before , I was drawn towards things that my scientific training at Bart's had not prepared me for. Often I went by horseback to see patients in far-flung places and isolated villages, and soon I had learned a smattering of Hindi and the local dialect and befriended the simple hill people, who I found warm-hearted and friendly. Major Rennick shared my interest in the mysterious arts and the customs and traditions of India, and in our spare time we often It ventured into remote villages and met many strange yogis and holy men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'One fine summer afternoon a runner, Biku Lall, brought a letter from the Major. I opened the note, which read:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoSalutation" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Donald,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you like to witness something truly extraordinary? Come without at'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;moment's delay. Your presence is of vital importance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I thanked Biku Lall, and in about an hour was at Major Rennick's magnificent bungalow near the Loreto Convent. The sun was about to disappear behind the mountains when I knocked at the door, which was opened by a manservant, who salaamed me before showing me into the Major's study. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Upon seeing me, Major Rennick motioned me to remain silent. In the golden light of the setting sun, which filtered through the windows, I saw a man lying on the floor as if he were dead. The Major tip-toed towards me and led me to another room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "What's happening?" I asked in some astonishment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "Take a seat." The Majo.r motioned me to a chair, offered me a cigar, then lit one himself and drew on it. "You will soon witness, if you are fortunate, a very singular feat..That man in the study is a highly experienced yogi. I met him last month when I was on a temporary duty at Kinnaur. I had the good fortune to be able to converse with him for some&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;days, and I must tell you that I was greatly impressed by his wisdom. If he could learn English and travel to London, by love! he would draw packed houses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"But what on earth is he doing lying on the floor?" I asked-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "He is performing the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Shavasana&lt;/i&gt;, which translated literally means the Corpse-pose. It is one of the best poses for relaxation." Major Rennick bent forward and added in a whisper. "In my company you have seen many yogis who can hold their breath for hours. But do you know what the man in my study is trying to do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I shook my head,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "He is trying to stop his heartbeat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'My own heart went cold. "What!" I cried. "Why, that's impossible. Surely you can't be serious. He will die!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'"We shall see," said the Major. "Let us go back to the study."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Once there, Major Rennick told me that we were to check his guest's pulse every half an hour. As the yogi lay on the floor, I observed that he was a tall man with the perfect physique of an athlete. His face was truly majestic, and his hair jet black, although he did not have the customary beard that most Indian yogis and saints have. I put him at about thirty or thirty-five, and said as much to the Major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "He is sixty-eight," he corrected me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "Sixty-eight-eight!" I exclaimed. "Good heavens!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'We both prepared to keep watch on the yogi for some time, but we were to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;disappointed that day, for before long we saw him begin to move. Then he got up and, upon seeing us, spoke in broken Hindi so that we could understand him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' "&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Aaj ka din theek nahin &lt;/i&gt;...I am sorry, I am sorry to disappoint you today. Let us wait until tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I was introduced to the yogi, whose name was Hridaynaut Bhardwaj, and he smiled and set me at my ease in an instant. Realising that we felt as if we had been deprived 50 I of some great~ experience, he said, "What I tried to do today is extremely dangerous.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are only two or three yogis in the whole of India who can stop their heartbeat. It requires great training and experience. I am merely a novice in this matter. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Main to ab bhi bachcha hoon.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'"How long have you been practising yoga?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'"Not very long-about forty years, maybe fifty-I can hardly remember." Without noticing my expression of amazement, he continued, "You see, my Guru strictly forbade me to demonstrate such skills. Demonstrating yogic powers merely to impress others hampers a yogi's spiritual quest. It was only because Major ii has been asking me to show him something spectacular that I agreed. As I did not succeed today, I shall try tomorrow at the same time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Later, when we were at dinner, I said, "Hridaynauth, may I suggest something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'The man nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "Why don't you come and perform at my clinic? As I am a doctor, your amazing feat will have more credibility if you perform it at my place of work." 'The yogi smiled faintly, and said in his usual calm way, "I do not have to prove anything to your scientific fraternity. We are not street magicians or conjurers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way," said I, and explained to him what I had meant. In the end, however, I was successful in convincing Hridaynaut and Major Rennick that the next session should be held at my clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Next evening at the appointed hour we were ready. I had selected a comfortable chamber on the top floor for the experiment. Hridaynaut Bhardwaj had had an early meal and seemed to be ready. He sat on the floor cross legged, and said, "&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Dekhiye sahib&lt;/i&gt;, you must realise that we are meddling in Some very dangerous business. Please listen to me very carefully." We moved a little closer to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "Although I have mastered yoga to a great extent, I have still not perfected the art of stopping my heartbeat fully. You are aware of my unsuccessful attempt last evening. There are times when I stop my heartbeat at the first attempt, while at other times it takes longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What is alarming is that at times I fail to revive my heartbeat when I want to. It revives sooner, or later, on its own. Now, listen to me." He looked at me with his intense eyes. "If I succeed now, I may be in that state for twenty-four hours. For all practical purposes, I will be dead. But as I have just said, sometimes I find it difficult to revive my heartbeat, and in that case it may take longer. Now, this is very important, Doctor. No matter how long it takes you will do nothing to revive me. You will not try any of your medical trickery, because that could be fatal to me. Do you promise me that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I promise," said I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'"In that case, please leave me alone in this room. Come back after an hour and check my pulse. And remember," he warned again, "no matter how long it takes, you must do nothing. ..absolutely nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'The Major and I waited anxiously in the clinic below. An hour later, when I checked the pulse of the man lying on the floor, I broke out in a cold sweat. There was no pulse. I placed my hand on the left side of his chest, and there was no indication of a heartbeat. I could not believe it. The man before me was dead. I wiped the perspiration from my forehead and looked at Major Rennick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "What do we do now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "Don't be too excitable, my dear fellow. We must wait until tomorrow evening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I asked the Major to stay, for I was too unnerved to spend the night alone with that body in my clinic. We were awake the whole night, and every moment weighed heavily on my conscience. Major Rennick tried to put up a very brave front, but I knew that he was shaken by the experience. Morning brought little relief, and for the whole day we were on tenterhooks. Finally the evening drew in, and we waited nervously beside the body of the yogi. To our horror, nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I checked the yogi's pulse again and again. With every passing hour our anxiety grew, and as morning drew on, with no sign of the yogi waking, I turned to the Major in some panic-, "Shouldn't we do something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' "Have you forgotten your promise?" the Major reminded me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' "No, of course not. But we cannot leave him like this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' "There is nothing we can do but wait patiently. He will be fine-sooner or later." , Alas, the Major was wrong. Days went by, but nothing happened. I would check Hridaynaut's heartbeat several times each day, only to be met with disappointment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'Two weeks passed, but the body, although cold, was not decaying. Surprisingly, Hridaynaut's hair, beard, and nails did not grow. This puzzled me a great deal, but it also gave me some hope. It was clear to me that he was neither in a coma, nor was he j dead. ~ , As the days passed,- my anxiety grew. Major Rennick kept the authorities informed i throughout, and there was an inquiry, which concluded that there had been no foul play of any sort. It was agreed that it was best to keep Hridaynaut at my clinic till further notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'1 wrote a letter to The Revd&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;H. S. Olcott, who had co-founded the Theosophical Society with Mme Blavatsky at Adyar, near Madras. Unfortunately, Olcott did not reply; he was probably too busy with the Society's activities following the death of Mme Blavatsky. I also wrote to the Society for Psychical Research in London for help, but no assistance came. They probably took me for a madman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Seven months later Major Rennick was transferred to Cabul, and I was left alone with Hridaynaut Bhardwaj. It had been almost a year since that fateful encounter with the yogi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'By now I had become more or less used to the unnerving situation. I had begun to take my; practice seriously once again, and things might have continued in this way for Heaven knows how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'One evening I was invited by my neighbour Mr McKeough, a member of the Simla Amateur Dramatic Club, to the premiere of The Talisman at the Gaiety Theatre. The play was rather poorly presented, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless, and was in a cheerful frame of mind as I made my way back towards my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;' As I approached the building, however, I was shocked to see that the top floor of the building was on fire. Fires are common in Simla, as most of the houses are made of wood. The firemen battled with the flames and brought the situation under control, but not before most of the top floor had been gutted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'When the realisation came my head was in a whirl. I ran to the room where Hridaynaut lay. Amidst the smoke I saw the charred body of the yogi. Words cannot possibly describe how I felt that night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'The next day I informed the authorities what had happened. Their decision was unanimous. The man should be cremated without further delay, and the order was carried out immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'As I tossed and turned in my bed that night, I realised that the matter was far from over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Some time after falling into a fitful sleep, I woke with a start. I heard faint moans. Someone was breathing very heavily, and it did not take me long to realise who it was.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'I will never forget that night. It was the longest of my life. With Major Rennick gone, I was left helpless. Since then I have lived here with the sound of death. ..alone. .., Susan held me close and stroked my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'My darling, it must have been dreadful for you.' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'In a way, and especially at first; but I have come to the conclusion that the man means no harm to me. And I have learned to live with the sounds. They are so soft that after a time, you do not hear them; like the ticking of a clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Did you not consider living somewhere else?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'I did, but the sounds followed me everywhere, even to Dorset. For a while I stayed with Major Rennick, but it made no difference. I wonder why you have not heard them until now; perhaps they were too faint. They grow strongest here. I did not tell you about them because I didn't want to frighten you. And I could not bear the thought of losing you. I am so terribly sorry ...' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'It's all right.' She soothed me, as one would a nervous child. 'I don't love you any the less. Come, let's go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two months later, Susan gave me the good news that she was expecting a child. I was overjoyed; but as the day approached we noticed that the moans in the room were becoming louder. Earlier we could put them aside, but now they were too loud to be ignored easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And on the final day they became unbearable. I was alarmed. Would the baby come to some harm? My nerves were in shreds. I sent for a nurse from the Ripon Hospital. In the middle of the night, as my wife writhed in pain and her cries grew louder, I could clearly hear the other sounds which rang out through the house. The nurse heard them too, and almost fled, but I somehow persuaded her to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later in the night, when I heard the first cries of our baby, I thought my ears were going to explode. The two sets of cries echoed in the hall, and Time seemed to have come to a halt. Then, in an instant, everything went silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went in to see Susan, who was exhausted but otherwise all right. I was also introduced to the baby, whom the nurse was holding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Congratulations, doctor,' she beamed, 'it's a boy!' '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Indeed it was; the healthiest baby I had ever seen. I could have jumped for joy, but instead kissed Susan. There were tears of joy in both our eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I realised something. I motioned Susan and the nurse to be silent for a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;'Susan, listen,' said I, 'listen carefully.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We heard nothing. There was silence everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-8040791133048566139?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/8040791133048566139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=8040791133048566139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8040791133048566139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8040791133048566139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-who-came-back.html' title='The Sound of Death'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-5366044889221881880</id><published>2008-09-07T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:20:17.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris Murdoch: Writer and Philosopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;By Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A tribute to Iris Murdoch, one of the leading philosophers and writers of the second half of the present century, who died on February 8, 1999, in Oxford. As well as writing books on philosophy, she wrote 26 highly acclaimed novels. She won the Booker Prize for her novel The Sea, The Sea in 1978.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;N the male dominated world of philosophy, Iris Murdoch carved out a niche for herself. She was a pioneer of existentialist thought in Britain at a time when analytic and linguistic philosophy were in vogue in British universities.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Born on July 15, 1919, in Dublin of Anglo-Irish parents, Dame Iris Murdoch spent her early childhood in London where she attended the Froebel Educational Institute. Later she went to Badminton School, Bristol. From 1938 to 1942 she studied Classical Mods and Greats at Somerville College, Oxford. She worked for the British Treasury until 1944, and then for two years as administrative officer with the United Nations Rehabilitation Administration; a job that took her to Belgium and Austria. She held the Sarah Smithson Studentship in philosophy at Newnham College, Cambridge for a year, and she returned to Oxford in 1948 as fellow of St. Anne&amp;#39;s College. She would remain there as Fellow and Tutor in philosophy until 1963.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Her first published work was &lt;i&gt;Sartre — Romantic Rationalist &lt;/i&gt;which appeared in 1953. Quite early she realised the possibilities of using fiction in order to put forward her views. She believed that the message was more likely to reach the masses that way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&amp;quot;The novelist proper is, in his way, a sort of phenomenologist. He has always implicitly understood what the philosopher has grasped less clearly: that human reason is not a single unitary gadget the nature of which could be discovered once for all.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Murdoch&amp;#39;s first novel &lt;i&gt;Under the Net &lt;/i&gt;appeared in 1954, followed by &lt;i&gt;The Flight from the Enchanter in &lt;/i&gt;1955. Her other major novels are &lt;i&gt;The Sandcastle, The Bell, An Unofficial Rose, The Unicorn. &lt;/i&gt;She won the Tait Black Memorial Prize for her novel &lt;i&gt;The Black Prince &lt;/i&gt;(1973). Her novel &lt;i&gt;The Sacred and Profane Love Machine &lt;/i&gt;fetched her the Whitbread Prize in 1974, and she won the coveted Booker Prize in 1978 for &lt;i&gt;The Sea, The Sea. &lt;/i&gt;Until she got afflicted with the Alzheimer&amp;#39;s disease five years ago, she turned out, on an average, one book a year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Iris Murdoch&amp;#39;s novel &lt;i&gt;The Bell &lt;/i&gt;is about the trials and misadventures of an eccentric religious community in Gloucester-shire. &amp;quot;The book has the dense poetic texture,&amp;quot; one critic observed, &amp;quot;fanciful originality and visual splendour which we associate with the work of Miss Murdoch. It is essentially a study of two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;opposing types of moral and religious conviction&amp;quot;. In &lt;i&gt;An Unofficial Rose &lt;/i&gt;Murdoch introduced nine major characters, each of whom is looking for love and &amp;#39;so closely is the web woven that the actions and passions of each are constantly affecting each other&amp;#39;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Commenting on lris Murdoch&amp;#39;s novels, Dr Satya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;P. Gautam of Panjab University says, &amp;quot;She explored the existential possibilities of human condition through her fiction. Her novels were not merely narratives of complex situations in which human beings find themselves, but also a perceptive analysis for philosophical insights regarding dilemmas and paradoxes that arise in&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;everyday life. The central theme of her fiction reflects knowledge of other minds, self-deception, self-knowledge, interpersonal relations, and the role of feelings such as revenge, jealousy, love and anguish.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Although philosophy and literature try to understand the problems of life, Iris Murdoch believed there was a subtle difference in their approach. In a discussion with philosopher Bryan Magee, she once said: &amp;quot;Philosophy aims to clarify and to explain, it states and attempts to solve very difficult highly technical problems, and the writing must be subservient to this aim. One might say that bad philosophy is not philosophy, whereas bad art is still art. There are&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;all sorts of ways in which we tend to forgive literature, but we do not forgive philosophy.... Literature entertains, it does many things, and philosophy does one thing... Philosophical writing is not self-expression, it involves a disciplined removal of the personal voice... The Literary&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;writer deliberately leaves a space for his readers to play in. The philosopher must not leave any space.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Though they are different in certain ways, both philosophy and literature are truth-seeking and truth-telling activities: they are cognitive activities, explanations. Murdoch did not believe that the artist has a duty to society. His duty is to art, &amp;#39;to truth-telling in his own medium&amp;#39;, his duty is to try to do his best, and to produce his work with conviction, otherwise it becomes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;mere propaganda. &amp;quot;A good society contains many different artists doing many different things; a bad society coerces artists because it knows that they can reveal all kinds of truths...&amp;quot; The great artist sees the vast interesting collection of what is other than himself and does not picture the world as his own image. I think this particular kind of merciful objectivity is virtue, and it is this which totalitarian state is trying to destroy when it persecutes art.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Although literature has philosophical elements in it, the writer must not let the philosophical voice become too strong. &amp;quot;I am not sure how far Sartre&amp;#39;s plays are, or are not, damaged by having strong theoretical motives. Certainly one sees from Sartre&amp;#39;s other novels, and novels of Simon de Beavoir, and I admire all these, as soon as the &amp;#39;existentialist voice&amp;#39; is switched on, the work of art rigidifies. In general, I am reluctant to say that the deep structure of any good literary work could be a philosophical one.... Think how much original thought there is in Shakespeare and how divinely inconspicuous it is.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Iris Murdoch was made an honorary member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters in 1975. The British government awarded her the CBE in 1976. She died of Alzheimer&amp;#39;s disease at Vale House, Oxford, at the age of 79. Her husband John Bayley, was at her bedside when the end came. For more that forty years he had shared the ups and downs of life with her. Last year, he drew a very poignant picture of his ailing wife in &lt;i&gt;Iris A memoir of Iris Murdoch. &lt;/i&gt;He has to get along with his life without the woman who was his friend, philosopher and wife.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99sep12/sunday/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-5366044889221881880?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/5366044889221881880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=5366044889221881880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5366044889221881880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5366044889221881880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/09/iris-murdoch-writer-and-philosopher.html' title='Iris Murdoch: Writer and Philosopher'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-6545957989273496102</id><published>2008-07-08T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:12:23.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaging Vedic exploration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Discovering the Vedas: Origins, Mantras, Rituals, Insights&lt;br&gt;by Frits Staal Penguin Books. Pages: 420. Rs 495&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Discovering the Vedas: Origins, Mantras, Rituals, Insights" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080706/spectrum/b13.jpg" width="230" align="right" border="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Reviewed by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;ERE the Aryans the original inhabitants of the Indian subcontinent or did they come from outside? Is the Indus Civilisation older than the Vedic? When were the Vedas composed? What was the society like? These are questions that have not been so far satisfactorily settled.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Philosopher, polyglot, polymath Frits Staal's thoroughly researched &lt;i&gt;Discovering the Vedas: Origins, Mantras, Rituals, Insights&lt;/i&gt; throws new light on these mysteries. The writer spent years in India, obtained a Ph. D. in philosophy, and learnt Sanskrit from a pandit who taught the language to him using Panini's grammar. This is an exhaustive volume that is divided into five parts, each of them deserves to be dealt in considerable detail, but as that is not possible in a short review, we shall not dwell much on some of the better known topics, and focus on some lesser-known facts instead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;For instance, information on a cuneiform clay tablet mentions Vedic gods Indra, Mitra, and Varuna in a treaty between Hittite king who ruled over what is now Turkey, and the king of Mitanni, whose empire consisted of present day Syria and northern Iraq. The Hittite king spoke Hittite, an Indo-European language, and the Mitanni king spoke a language that is very close to Sanskrit. Then there is a treatise written by Kikkuli, a Mitanni writer whose language was also close to Sanskrit. These sources might solve at least part of the mystery: the Indus Civilisation precedes the composition of the Vedas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Coming to the Vedas, Staal says that they were composed in different parts of the Indian subcontinent and at different times. It is largely accepted that the Rigveda is the oldest of the four Vedas, not only because its language is the most archaic but also because the other three Vedas presuppose what is said in it and quote from it at length.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In popular imagination, the Vedic age not only brings to mind pastoral hymns, sacrifices, rituals and &lt;i&gt;mantras&lt;/i&gt;, but also caste system. The writer points out that the Vedic society did not have an idea of caste, as it emerged much later. Although there are terms such as &lt;i&gt;brahmana,&lt;/i&gt; they do not refer to caste as such but various kinds of learned people, including sages, poets, and priests. The word &lt;i&gt;kshatriya&lt;/i&gt; also has no specific meaning in the Rigveda.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Upanishads took Indian philosophy to its zenith, and the book deals with them in considerable detail. The word Upanishad occurs first after the end of the Vedic period, in the Mundaka Upanishad, which was composed perhaps in fourth to third century BCE. Staal also discusses Vedanta and the philosophies of Bhaskaracharya, Shankaracharya Ramanujacharya, and Madhvacharya. He shows that all of them were inspired by the Upanishads, although their philosophies are quite distinct. During this age great philosophical debates took place, notable of them being between Yagyavalkya and Gargi, the woman philosopher. Part five is devoted to the inter-relationship between Vedas, Jainism, and Buddhism.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Mantras&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt; are not taken very seriously in this modern age, most people think they are nothing but mumbo-jumbo, but their importance should not be overlooked says the author. Staal points out that a popular approach to the study of mantras has been pragmatics, a discipline that is closely related to logic and deals with the indexicals ('I', 'here', 'now', 'today','he', 'she' etc.) that were introduced by the philosopher J. L Austin. It has been argued that &lt;i&gt;mantras&lt;/i&gt; are 'speech acts'. By speech acts Austin meant language utterances by which an act is performed. If a priest addresses two people with the words: 'I unite you in marriage'; these are not just words; he has performed an act by which the two are now married to each other. The same words uttered by anyone else would not have the same purport.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Staal, however, holds that &lt;i&gt;mantras&lt;/i&gt; are neither language nor speech acts. 'Their powers are different and distinct from the concepts and categories that are used in logic, philosophy and the human sciences. That is in accordance with a simple fact that we have not so far taken in to account: mantras are not confined to humans.' He suggests that we should widen our net and study &lt;i&gt;mantras&lt;/i&gt; in context of the animal kingdom. The study of bird song has led to unanimous conclusions with regard to its meaning or semantics, and this is a direction we must explore to understand &lt;i&gt;mantras&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;There is no sign of algebra in the Vedic age, though the term mathematics is used in several senses. Readers interested in geometry might look at the appendices for proof of Baudhayana's theorem by Liu Hui and Euclid. As far as astronomy and astrology are concerned the Rigvedic 'contribution to astronomy does not appear to have been very remarkable. It did not distinguish the five planets (&lt;i&gt;graha&lt;/i&gt; in later texts) from the fixed stars.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Staal writes with rare literary skills, vibrant prose, and tops it up with humour. Packed with informative maps, diagrams, illustrations and photographs, this book would add fresh insights to our understanding of one of the most important epochs in Indian history.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080706/spectrum/book3.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080706/spectrum/book3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-6545957989273496102?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/6545957989273496102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=6545957989273496102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/6545957989273496102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/6545957989273496102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/07/engaging-vedic-exploration.html' title='Engaging Vedic exploration'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-1641500902847162575</id><published>2008-05-23T04:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T04:58:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion of devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Understanding Bhakti&lt;br&gt;by H. P. Sah Kalpaz Publications, Delhi Price: Rs 750, Pages: 286&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Understanding Bhakti" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080518/spectrum/b23.jpg" width="230" align="right" border="1"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;HAT does &lt;i&gt;bhakti &lt;/i&gt;or devotion mean? At least to the Indian reader, the answer might be obvious. Some might say it is the devotee's love for God, and this might bring the images of &lt;i&gt;Meera&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Chaitanya&lt;/i&gt; to their minds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In his well-reasoned book &lt;i&gt;Understanding Bhakti&lt;/i&gt;, H. P. Sah shows that devotion or &lt;i&gt;bhakti &lt;/i&gt;has many dimensions, and it could be understood through various angles.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;It no doubt could be seen as a Hindu socio-religious system, but it could also be seen as 'the purest and the highest form of sublime emotion that human beings ever experience'.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;We do understand some of the fundamental human emotions and feelings, so is it possible that we can also understand the meaning and significance of &lt;i&gt;bhakti &lt;/i&gt;the same way? Not necessarily so, points out Sah, as &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt; is not a natural instinct like hunger, anger, fear, greed etc. 'Such explanations fail to explain how the feeling of sublime enters into the feeling of fear for an unknown power. Fear generates hatred. It can make the people bow their heads before the object (known or unknown) of fear. Can it also generate or evolve into the feeling of desire-less dedication towards that object?'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Fear is a fundamental emotion that is found not only in man, but in all living beings, but so far we have not observed any animal worshipping or praying. Devotion is peculiar to human beings. &amp;quot;The emotion of reverence in the form of complete dedication towards the unknown centre of consciousness that prompts from the sense of gratitude makes the human beings aware for the first time of what they recognise as supramundane — as contrasted with the mundane in which they grow, live and die.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Sah postulates that &lt;i&gt;bhakti&lt;/i&gt; is the expression of gratitude towards the supreme, and it is a very simple emotion though its manifestation is very complex. Furthermore, devotion is a highly subjective experience like love; therefore, those who have not had the taste of it would not understand the mind of the devotee, &lt;i&gt;bhakta&lt;/i&gt;, fully. &lt;i&gt;Bhakti&lt;/i&gt; is based on total surrender of the self to the supreme. Once this has been done, his entire outlook towards the world, towards the daily problems, and towards scientific knowledge undergoes a sea change.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Sah also discusses some of the famous devotees like Jaideva, Chaitanya, Ramananda, Kabir, Nanak, and Sri Aurobindo. This is an exhaustive volume so it is not possible to look deeply into various concepts that are discussed. However, readers interested in religious experience, and students of philosophy of religion would certainly find this book very informative.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080518/spectrum/book7.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080518/spectrum/book7.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-1641500902847162575?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/1641500902847162575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=1641500902847162575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1641500902847162575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/1641500902847162575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotion-of-devotion.html' title='Emotion of devotion'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-8078819578297284518</id><published>2008-04-14T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:42:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head vs the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Reviewed by Prof Ashok Vohra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotion: The Essence of Life — An Evolutionary Explanation&lt;br&gt;by Kuldip Kumar Dhiman. Unistar.&lt;br&gt;Pages. XVI+160. Rs 295&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;img height="313" alt="Emotion: The Essence of Life — An Evolutionary Explanation" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080413/spectrum/kd.jpg" width="200" align="right" border="1"&gt;Long before psychologists and other social scientists, philosophers recognised that emotions are important part of human personality and play a significant role in understanding human beings and their actions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Emotions not only describe and illuminate causes/reasons of human actions but also motivate human beings to act in the way they do. They don't necessarily have a positive impact on human personality. Because of the sway they hold on human beings, emotions make one prone to excessive and violent acts. They weaken human resolve by impeding judgement, making it irrational.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In the moral domain, emotions by detracting us from the path of duty deviate us from good deeds; whereas, according to Kant and the &lt;i&gt;Bhagvadgita&lt;/i&gt;, for example, duty alone determines what is good. They play a significant positive role in the field of art. However, whether emotions play a positive or negative role would depend upon whether they are conceived as impulses without thought or intentional content, or as having some sort of cognitive content.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Emotions are distinct both from bodily appetites, such as hunger and thirst, and from objectless moods, such as irritation and endogenous depression. The first distinction between emotions and moods is that while emotions last for a short time, may be a few seconds or even less, moods and their cognates last for a longer duration. The second and more important distinction is that unlike moods, emotions have objects, for example, one is angry or pleased with something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Emotions play a major role in the making of our descriptive beliefs, for example, what is happening in the world, as well as evaluative beliefs for example our attitude towards those happenings. So they affect our way of not only seeing an object, but also of our appraisal of that object. For example, all religions advocate emotions like compassion, pity, and charity. But philosophers like Kant, Nietzsche and many others argue that these emotions hurt the self-esteem of the suffering person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Philosophers' views have now been supported and enriched by advances in cognitive psychology, psychoanalysis and anthropology. Each discipline has developed its own method of studying, classifying and scrutinising the effects of emotions. After providing conceptual clarifications from early Greek thinkers to Paul Ekman in our times, Kuldip Dhiman in his book defends the nascent methodology of 'evolutionary psychology'. Unlike the traditional methods which lay excessive emphasis on 'objectivity' and 'rationality', the evolutionary psychology is based on the axiom that emotions are not a hindrance in understanding the self, rather they contribute a great deal in our understanding the unknown, hidden aspects of human personality. They provide a key to many of the hitherto unexplained human psychological phenomena.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Dhiman argues that evolutionary psychology is a &amp;quot;very useful framework&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;very dynamic method&amp;quot; of psychology. The defence of Evolutionary Psychology by Dhiman is not for its own sake but with a view to support his own conviction that &amp;quot;the essence of life is individuality, and this sense of individuality comes largely from our emotional profile&amp;quot; because &amp;quot;emotions are involved in an organism's survival&amp;quot; itself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The author relying upon the insights from anthropology, ethnology, linguistics, neurosciences, cultural studies and other allied branches of knowledge proves that reason and emotions are perfectly compatible. To say that we ought to be solely guided by reason is as wrong as to say that our judgments and ensuing actions should be based on emotions alone. He establishes that through emotion management—emotion expression, emotion regulation, and emotion inhibition—we can develop an effective communication and build a better world around us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;One can whole heartedly agree with Dhiman's conclusion that evolutionary psychology has a great potential and that the in-depth study of emotions which is its starting point is &amp;quot;not only useful and necessary for our existence&amp;quot;, but &amp;quot;crucial to our survival&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The book puts in lucid language some of the complex technical terms used in the recent developments in the philosophy of mind in general and more particularly in the area of evolutionary psychology. Each of the illustration by the author is of great help in understanding the emotion under discussion. The book shall be of great interest to experts and the layman alike. The publishers deserve to be congratulated for excellent production at an affordable price.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080413/spectrum/book3.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080413/spectrum/book3.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-8078819578297284518?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/8078819578297284518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=8078819578297284518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8078819578297284518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/8078819578297284518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/04/head-vs-heart.html' title='Head vs the heart'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-5594941168131494231</id><published>2008-04-11T04:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T04:05:30.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ignoble Savage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why does man, considered to be the most intelligent creature on this earth, indulge in inhuman acts of violence, arson and genocide as witnessed in Kashmir, and caste-related violence in other regions? Why does this so-called rational being behave so irrationally? It is generally believed that most people are by nature kind and noble and they behave like animals only when they are corrupted by those with a vested interest, like political leaders. This viewpoint is naive and simplistic, says Kuldip Dhiman &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;ULTRAS massacre 17 in Doda. According to the police, a group of 10 militants entered Ludar village and dragged 20 males belonging to one community out of their homes and shot them.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You switch off the television in sheer disgust, but such news stories keep appearing with increasing frequency. Whether it is Kashmir, Punjab, the North-East, or the distant Bosnia, Zimbabwe, Palestine, etc., it is the same old story that has been repeating itself for centuries— men killing men. But why? Why does the most intelligent of species in the world behave in such a barbaric fashion? Why are humans so violence-prone, and why is the violence chiefly communal? Why can't we all live amicably?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Religion and politics are often named as the main causes of communal disharmony. We blame the priests and the politicians for exploiting the &amp;#39;innocent&amp;#39; masses for their own selfish ends. This may sound very convincing, but the fact is no one can exploit unless there is something available to be exploited.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;While the minorities are in continual fear of being annihilated, the majority group is equally afraid of being overtaken by the minorities some day. Both groups are uneasy and uncomfortable with real, and often imagined, fear. They thus live in mutual suspicion about the motives of the other group. Political leaders are well aware of this distrust, and know that in a multiracial society only a tiny spark is required to flare up communal violence. Throw a piece of beef in a temple, a cigarette butt in a gurdwara or a piece of pork in a mosque, and a riot starts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It appears that hatred towards the other group is universal. At a broader level, there is aggression between countries, especially between immediate neighbours; at national level there is aggression between states; at state level between districts and villages. In villages, there is aggression between families, between two tribes, between two villages, between families, between members of the same family such as between husband-wife, or between siblings, between genders, between the same gender and, finally, aggression against one&amp;#39;s own self.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It is generally believed that humans are by nature kind and noble, and they behave like animals only when they are corrupted by people with a vested interest— like political leaders. This viewpoint has been challenged by thinkers over the ages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One scientist, who devoted a lot of his energies studying the aggressive aspect of human nature, was Conrad Lorenz. He reinforced the belief that there is an innate drive for intra species aggression and it finds expression every now and then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Konrad Lorenz was born on November 7, 1903, in Austria. In 1966, he wrote On Aggression in which he argued that aggressive behaviour in animals is motivated by survival, while in the case of humans aggressive behaviour may be channelled or modified. In 1973 he won a Nobel Prize (shared with Karl Von Frisch &amp;amp; Niko Tinbergen) for his studies on human and animal behaviour.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Borrowing Freud&amp;#39;s hydraulic model of the brain, Lorenz argued that when pressure builds up in an internal system, rather like the water in a toilet cistern, the threshold for tolerance might be reduced and just a little stimulus is needed to trigger off aggressive behaviour. What is alarming is that in extreme cases, it may &amp;#39;overflow&amp;#39; with no external stimulus as we often see in the case of two different communities who suddenly turn against each other in spite of having a fairly long record of peaceful co-existence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;After studying the behaviour of animal and birds, Lorenz came to believe that, like many other animals, we have an innate drive to aggressive behaviour towards our own species. This, he argued, is the only possible explanation of the conflicts and wars throughout all human history, of the continuing unreasonable behaviour of supposedly reasonable beings. Taking a Darwinian perspective and Freud&amp;#39;s theory of the death instinct, Lorenz tried to explain this ugly aspect of human nature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Since food and other resources are scarce, and humans have to compete with the other species for their own kind for survival. Even between members of the same species, such as humans, there is always competition for food, territory and power. Nature&amp;#39;s laws are merciless — they favour the strong and that&amp;#39;s why aggression seems to be innate in us. Aggression, like any other weapon, is a double-edged sword. To a certain degree it is good for us, but we often lose control of ourselves and indulge in all sorts of inhuman acts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In his well-argued article &lt;i&gt;Lorenz on Aggression&lt;/i&gt;, in the book &lt;i&gt;Ten Theories of Human Nature, &lt;/i&gt;Leslie Stevenson observes that the most destructive human violence is not between individuals but between groups, whether organised as in war or unorganised as in communal massacres. At a certain stage of their evolution, our ancestors had more or less mastered the dangers of their inhospitable environment and the main threat facing them came not from predators, but from other human groups. &amp;quot;The competition between tribes,&amp;quot; avers Stevenson explaining Lorenz&amp;#39;s viewpoint, &amp;quot;would have been the main factor in natural selection, so there would be survival value in the &amp;#39;warrior virtues.&amp;#39; At this postulated prehistoric stage, those groups that bonded together best to fight other groups would tend to survive longest. Thus, Lorenz offers to explain what he calls &amp;#39;militant enthusiasm,&amp;#39; in which a human crowd becomes excitedly aggressive against another group perceived as alien and loses all rational control and moral inhibitions. This tendency, he suggests, has evolved from the communal defence response of our prehuman ancestors.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Although we know that most animals tend to fight with one another, the victorious contender seldom kills the opponent if the latter makes appropriate gestures conceding defeat. Humans are the only one, as far as we know, to indulge in systematic mass killing of rival groups (although there have been recent reports about systematic warfare among different groups of monkeys). This is quite perplexing because, according to Darwin&amp;#39;s theory, the main duty of all species is to survive and to propagate their own kind so they have more members of its type and, hence, a better chance of survival. Explaining Lorenz&amp;#39;s theory, Stevenson says there was no evolutionary need for very strong inhibition mechanisms to stop fighting between ape-men. The more heavily armed animals need such inhibitions to prevent injury to each other, but others do not, at least in their normal environments. With human beings, cultural and technological developments put artificial weapons in our hands— from sticks and stones of prehuman ancestors, through arrows and swords of history, to bullets and bombs, chemical and nuclear weapons of today. The biological equilibrium between killing potential and inhibition is upset. This is how it is that human beings are the only animals to indulge in genocide of their own kind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Appeals to rationality and moral responsibility have been notoriously ineffective in controlling human conflict. Lorenz reiterated that aggression was innate in us: like the instincts of Freudian id, it must find an outlet in one way or another. Reason alone is powerless; it can only devise means to ends that we decide in other ways, and it can exert control over our behaviour only when it is backed by some instinctual motivation. So, like Freud, Lorenz saw a conflict between the instincts implanted in us by evolution and the new moral restraints necessary to civilised society. He speculated that in prehuman groups there must have been a primitive morality that condemned aggression within the group but encouraged &amp;#39;militant enthusiasm&amp;#39; against any group perceived as alien.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Being medical men, it was natural for Freud and Lorenz to explain aggression from a biological perspective. But there are others who believe that environment has its own share in shaping human nature.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Lorenz&amp;#39;s theory, though brilliant and convincing, is not without problems. His critics accuse him of being unscientific because, as with the Freudian theories, Lorenz&amp;#39;s application of the concepts of drive and instinct are not testable by observation and experiment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;To be fair to Freud, Lorenz and other such thinkers, we must not forget that although neuroscientists have done a lot of work, there is very little we know about the mind and how it works. The method of observation, measurement and testing works as far as physical things such as chemicals, solids, or even human organs like the heart, liver etc., are concerned. With modern instruments, we can now very accurately measure a person&amp;#39;s heartbeat, or blood pressure. But we still don&amp;#39;t know how to measure and test mental processes such as thought and emotion. You might love your spouse or your child, but how can you ever measure it or test it? Sure, one day we might find ways to measure mental processes, but until then we have to make do with whatever theories we have, unscientific though they might appear to be. Besides, thinkers are often way beyond their times and theories that were once rubbished once were later proved to be true. When Einstein presented his two theories of relativity, the scientific community laughed at him because his theories just did not make sense to them. Besides, they were impossible to test at that time as he dealt with space-time and gravity. Ways were found to test them only many years later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;While not taking credit away from Lorenz, it must be mentioned here that he was not the first to suggest that aggression in humans and animals was innate. Over the ages, thinkers have recognised this human trait. Nietzsche was quite vocal about it when he coined the phrase &amp;quot;the will to power,&amp;quot; and when he observed that humans are in a continual state of war, and that peace was just a pause in war.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Freud himself devoted his attention to aggression, in fact his concept of the id, ego and super-ego is nothing but a recognition of internal and external conflict in all of us, leading to &amp;quot;collective neurosis.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;In the book, &lt;i&gt;Civilization and its Discontents, &lt;/i&gt;Freud admits, &amp;quot;In all that follows I take up the standpoint that the tendency to aggression is an innate, independent, instinctual disposition in man, and I come back now to the statement that it constitutes the most powerful obstacle to culture. At one point in the course of this discussion, the idea took possession of us that culture was a peculiar process passing over human life and we are still under the influence of this idea. We may add to this that the process proves to be in the service of Eros, which aims at binding together single human individuals, then families, then tribes, races, nations, into one great unity, that of humanity. Why this has to be done we do not know; it is simply the work of Eros. These masses of men must be bound to one another libidinally; necessity alone, the advantages of common work, would not hold them together The natural instinct of aggressiveness in man, the hostility of each one against all and of all against each one opposes the programme of civilisation. This instinct of aggression is the derivative and main representative of the death instinct we have found alongside of Eros, sharing his rule over the earth. And now it seems to me, the meaning of the evolution, of culture is no longer a riddle to us. It must present to us the struggle between Eros and Death, between the instincts of life and the instincts of destruction, as it works itself out in the human species. This struggle is what all life essentially consists of and so the evolution of civilisation may be simply described as the struggle of the human species for existence.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;The instinct of destruction, argued Freud, when tempered and harnessed (as it were, inhibited in its aim) and directed towards objects; is compelled to provide the ego with satisfaction of its need and with power over nature. Since the assumption of its existence is based essentially on theoretical grounds, it must be confessed that it is not entirely proof against theoretical objections. But this is how things appear to us now in the present state of our knowledge; future research and reflection will undoubtedly bring further light which will decide the question.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Thinkers and scientists often take extreme viewpoints while arguing their postulates. Some believe that humans shape the environment, while behaviorists such as J. B. Watson and Skinner go to the extent of denying the human mind altogether and emphasising that environment is the only factor that shape human nature. Change the environment and you change the being. With hindsight, we can say that both these extreme approaches are partly wrong. Nature and nurture influence each other mutually, and we cannot ignore one at the expense of the other. In this connection, we might refer to the work of evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;When Dawkins published &lt;i&gt;The Selfish Gene,&lt;/i&gt; in 1976, the book further heated the debate over whether humans were ruled more by nature or nurture. He noted that discussing the evolution of birds without looking hard at the evolution of their nests, or at beavers, without considering the evolution of their dams, would be prima facie ridiculous. Each is essential to the survival of the other. It is the combination of bird and nest, the combination of beaver and dam, that gives a competitive edge to the animals who build them. Not only does the body of an organism march to the orders of its genes, but so do the artifacts the organism builds or uses. In this sense, the egg uses both a chicken and a nest to make another egg, and so the nest, too, is an evolutionary extension of the egg.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Though our disposition to be aggressive is genetic, it is further reinforced in our minds in our childhood by our parents, teachers and peer groups. Children grow up believing their race, religion, social group, caste and culture are far superior to that of the others. Highly charged stories of heroic victories and humiliating defeats are often drilled into our minds quite early. Vengeance is glorified to an extent that the new generation feels duty bound to settle old scores. Hence society and culture also have a hand in moulding our behaviour. It is a two-way traffic — organisms and environment affecting each other. We cannot afford to ignore either of them if we wish to study behaviour.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Language and memory are unique features that are responsible for the tremendous cultural and scientific achievements made by humans. Yet language and memory are the cause for our misery. Although most animals get violent with members of their own species, they don&amp;#39;t appear to have long term memories — they fight and forget. Humans are condemned not to forget. While a strong animal might not go to the extent of killing his antagonist if appropriate gestures conceding defeat are made, humans can&amp;#39;t afford to take the chance, fearing that if not the opponent his son or friend might catch up with him some day on a lonely stretch. And for this reason, often an entire family or tribe is massacred. On a broader scale, history books never let us forget the past. Heroic tales and folk songs of wars keep the flame of vengeance alive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Exterminating the other group, even if it is possible, does not work because new schisms in the new homogenous group develop. Even if India were inhabited by just one race that followed one religion, divisions would soon develop. The best way out might be to have a healthy competition between diverse groups in preference to mindless violence in order to dominate the rivals.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Yes, aggression is innate in us, but it does not mean that intolerable behaviour and bloodshed are justified. A scientist&amp;#39;s job is to observe, experiment, test and state the fact however unpleasant they might be because once we know the cause of the problem, we have a greater chance of finding a solution to it. Secondly, when observers say that aggression in us is innate, it does not automatically mean that all of us are violent and aggressive by nature. All it means is that we are susceptible to it in certain circumstances. For instance, most of us are quite capable of committing murder, theft, and other nefarious activities as such tendencies might be in our genes, however, by and large, we don&amp;#39;t do these things because other factors such as upbringing, education, or religion inhibit us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Our upbringing can either turn us into highly intolerable beings, or shape us into a &amp;#39;noble savages.&amp;#39;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2001/20010818/windows/main1.htm"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2001/20010818/windows/main1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-5594941168131494231?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/5594941168131494231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=5594941168131494231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5594941168131494231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5594941168131494231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/04/ignoble-savage.html' title='The Ignoble Savage'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-7108004907070763930</id><published>2008-04-07T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T05:39:02.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolutionary Psychology'/><title type='text'>Philosophical Issues in Evolutionary Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;First Chapter from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Emotion: The Essence of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;By Kuldip Kumar Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kuldipdhiman@gmail.com"&gt;kuldipdhiman@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Published by Unistar Books, Chandigarh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element: dropcap-dropped; mso-element-wrap: around; mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-element-anchor-horizontal: column; mso-height-rule: exactly; mso-element-linespan: 3"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="left" hspace="0" vspace="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ece9d8; PADDING-RIGHT: 0in; BORDER-TOP: #ece9d8; PADDING-LEFT: 0in; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: #ece9d8; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ece9d8color:transparent;" valign="top" align="left" &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; VERTICAL-ALIGN: baseline; LINE-HEIGHT: 62.05pt; mso-element: dropcap-dropped; mso-element-wrap: around; mso-element-anchor-vertical: paragraph; mso-element-anchor-horizontal: column; mso-height-rule: exactly; mso-element-linespan: 3; mso-line-height-rule: exactly"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 76.5pt; mso-bidi-: -3.0ptfont-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;volutionary psychology or evolutionary cognitive psychology got its name from psychologist Leda Cosmides and her anthropologist husband John Tooby, though they are not necessarily its first proponents. In this chapter theoretical foundations and philosophical issues about this theory are laid out, so that what follows in other chapters is better understood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The argument of this theory is that cognition, which includes perception, memory, language, thinking, emotions, and so on, is best understood within the context of human physical and social evolution. Robert L. Solso explains: 'Take any common event, say the chance encounter with an acquaintance of the opposite sex. Your ability to perceive, evaluate, and remember his or her characteristics is based on our long-standing evolutionary history at work. Thus, cognition (for example, memory) and emotions (for example, lust) are understandable in the man's quest for procreation and survival.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At the outset it must be stated that evolutionary psychology is not a subject within psychology, such as the study of memory, child development, or social behaviour. It is a way of thinking about psychology that can be applied to any topic within it such as memory, cognition, and emotions. It is a paradigm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Based on a multi-disciplinary approach, evolutionary psychology is a method of studying and understanding the design and function of the mind on the principles and conclusions drawn mainly from evolutionary biology and cognitive science, but it also includes insights from anthropology, ethology, neuroscience etc. Modern evolutionary psychologists are trying to understand all cognition, as well as brain structures that support the process within the framework of biological evolution and universal environmental forces. Using it as a paradigm, evolutionary psychologists apply it to all the sub-fields that come under it from sensation, to perception, to pattern analysis, to language, to problem solving, to thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The concepts of survival and procreation are central to the evolutionary theory. Inspired by Malthusian ideas, Darwin argued that in principle all organisms could produce much more offspring than they usually do but they do not do so, this is because resources are limited and there is a stiff inter-species and intra-species competition for them. In the face of this stiff competition, individual survival is built in an organism's system. The organism has to survive for as long as it possibly can. Since all life is mortal, the other method of continuing to survive is by passing on its genes to the offspring. It is in this sense that Richard Dawkins coined the much-abused phrase 'the selfish gene'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;. The core issue is that if an organism is not 'selfish' enough to seek its own survival, nothing would ever get done. The struggle for individual survival and procreation are the fuel of evolution. The concept of survival is a very complex one, and it includes altruism, selfless service, self-sacrifice, celibacy, homosexuality, and other such activities which appear to be contrary to the 'selfish' nature of the gene. Dawkins has argued cogently that what appears to be unselfishness and self-sacrifice are in the final analysis for the good of the individual gene. For want of space, these issues cannot be argued here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We may now proceed further and note that in order to survive, various organisms have adopted different means, some went in for quantity by rapid procreation, others went in for quality by producing fewer but more complex offspring. This concept has been captured by life history theorists who argue that individuals can enhance fitness in two ways: They can invest in traits that affect age schedule of mortality, or they can invest in traits that affect the age schedule of fertility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn3" name="_ftnref3"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Humans invested in a large brain size, the outcome for which was a mind which evolutionary psychologists argue is the single most important element in our success as a species. But we must remember, every evolutionary adaptation is a double-edged weapon; it cuts both ways. The brain makes only two per cent of the human body mass, but it consumes 20 per cent of the body's energy — a very expensive organ indeed in a world short of energy. The mind too, which is a correlate of the brain, is an extremely useful and beneficial adaptation, but it creates problems too, as we shall explore in the forthcoming chapters. Before that, we must ask what is brain? What is mind? Are they two different things? What does evolutionary psychology say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;The Brain and the Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The human mind and the way it shapes our behaviour is one of the most fascinating areas of study, yet it is also the most difficult and elusive enterprise. That is because, 'A science of mind,' says Henry Plotkin, 'is an extraordinary idea because the ability we have to do science is dependent upon the properties of our minds.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn4" name="_ftnref4"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; And this is a major philosophical problem: can a system reflect upon itself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But, if there is a mind in the first place, it certainly cannot be studied like the other organs of our body.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even so evolutionary psychologists tell us, it is also shaped by evolution. As our brain is the most developed among all the known creatures, it is our major ally in our survival. No feature of humans has played such an important part in human evolution as the brain and mind. This makes the brain-mind complex a prime focus of intellectual investigation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Evolutionary psychologists see the brain and mind as two aspects of the same system. The assumption is that the brain is like hardware and the mind like software. Way back in 1976, Richard Dawkins drew this analogy in his book &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Selfish Gene&lt;/i&gt;: 'Brains may be regarded as analogous in function to computers. They are analogous in that both types of machine generate complex patterns of output, after analysis of complex patterns of input, and after reference to stored information.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn5" name="_ftnref5"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; This information is stored in the form of a highly sophisticated memory and other features like cognition, perception, and emotions that humans have. These in combination make the marvel that is the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Continuing the analogy, Cosmides and Tooby observe that the brain is a machine designed to process information. From this perspective, one can define the 'mind' as a set of information-processing procedures (cognitive programs) that are physically embodied in the neural circuitry of the brain. For cognitive scientists, 'brain' and 'mind' are terms that refer to the same system, which can be described in two complementary ways — either in terms of its physical properties (the neural) or in terms of its information-processing operation (mental).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn6" name="_ftnref6"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Though the brain is a very special organ, there are certain misconceptions about it that must be cleared up at the outset. Evolutionary psychologists tell us that all human and animal organs both external and internal are designed for a specific function; eyes to see, nose to smell, heart to pump blood. These organs cannot perform what they are not designed to do, a nose can't see, for instance. All this seems so obvious that no one bothers to comment upon it, yet when it comes to the brain, traditional theories of psychology have tried to define it as a general purpose mechanism that is capable of cognition, memory, feelings, emotions, problem-solving and so on. These assumptions are challenged by evolutionary psychologists. To them the brain/mind is composed of specialised domain specific circuitry, with each domain performing one specific function only. 'Traditionally, psychologists have assumed that people come equipped only with a set of relatively domain-general faculties such as memory and reasoning, which are applied in equal fashion to diverse problems. Recent research has begun to suggest that human expertise about the natural and social environment, including what is often called &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;semantic knowledge&lt;/i&gt;, is best construed as consisting of different &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;domains&lt;/i&gt; of competence.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn7" name="_ftnref7"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Evolutionary psychologists conceptualise the mind packed with domain-specific programs specialised for solving problems that humans faced in their evolutionary past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But just as a good workman does not use all the tools in his toolbox when, say, tightening a screw, the mind also chooses specific programs for solving specific problems, otherwise nothing will ever get accomplished. We shall later see how emotions are crucial in letting an organism decide which program to activate at the right moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another important way in which evolutionary psychology differs from most traditional thinking is that it accepts the existence of innate physical and mental features. Following John Locke, the Standard Social Science Model sees the human mind as a &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;tabula rasa&lt;/i&gt;, a modelling clay that is moulded by society and culture alone. On this view, innate or inherited traits do not exist at all or are not important. But evolutionary psychology has shown that the traditional narrow view of the human mind though sounds politically correct, is fundamentally flawed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Environment is a very important factor for evolutionary theorists, so there is no point in asking which is more important the organism or the environment. In &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Birth of the Mind&lt;/i&gt;, Gary Marcus says that genes are useless without an environment, and no organism could make any use of the environment at all if it were not for its genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn8" name="_ftnref8"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; As evolutionary psychology takes the organism and the environment into account, it is markedly different from other schools of thought, which have viewed human nature in isolation. Evolutionary psychology is a holistic approach as it takes into account the smallest unit of evolutionary change, the gene, and also the largest, the environment. Thus it avoids unnecessary fruitless arguments about whether or not a particular behaviour is genetically or environmentally determined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Let us now consider the presuppositions of evolutionary psychology:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Principle 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; The brain is a physical system. It functions as a computer. Its circuits or modules are designed to generate behaviour that is appropriate to our environmental circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Principle 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Our neural circuits were designed by natural selection to solve problems that our ancestors faced during their evolutionary history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Principle 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Consciousness is just the tip of the iceberg according to evolutionary psychology. Seemingly mundane activities like walking, talking, or opening a door are, as robot designers tell us, actually extremely complex activities involving millions of neural computations per second, something far beyond the capacities of the most advanced computer so far designed. Yet, even children perform these activities with ease and almost unconsciously, leading many to falsely believe that mental processes are simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Principle 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Different neural circuits are specialised for solving different adaptive problems as in the example of a Swiss army knife given earlier. This means that the brain is designed on a modular basis; each module is specifically designed to undertake a specific task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Principle 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Our modern skulls house a Stone Age mind. The argument is that cultural environment keeps changing too fast for our brains and minds to cope with the change. The world has changed dramatically over the past 10,000 years and especially in the last 200 years, yet this period is just an eye-blink on an evolutionary timescale for evolutionary changes usually take place over millions of years. True the human brain has produced artistic, scientific and technological marvels, but it is still governed by the evolutionary forces that existed about three million years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There are certain other conceptual issues that need some clarification. First, we ought to mention that when evolutionary psychologists compare the human mind with a computer, modules, programs and so on, the analogy should not be extended too far. Steven Pinker argues that computers are serial, doing one thing at a time, brains are parallel, doing millions of things at once Computers are fast; brains are slow. Computer parts are reliable, brain parts are noisy. Computers have a limited number of connections brains have trillions. The claim is not that the brain is like commercially available computers. Rather the claim is that brains and computers embody intelligence for some of the same reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn9" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn9" name="_ftnref9"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why should we expect the mind to be modular in the first place? One reason is the way evolution works, that is by adding new structures to the existing ones as there is no point in starting from the scratch all the time. 'No one supposes that there could be a general-purpose sensory organ,' argues Peter Carruthers, 'which could fulfill all of the functions of sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell. On the contrary, what we expect to find — and what we do find — are distinct organs, specialized for the distinctive structure of each domain, and which have been shaped by natural selection to fulfill the function in question. . . . . Likewise, then, in the case of the mind: one should expect that distinct mental functions — estimating numerosity, predicting the effects of a collision, reasoning about the mental states of another person, and so on — are likely to be realized in distinct cognitive learning mechanisms, which have been selected and honed for that very purpose.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn10" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn10" name="_ftnref10"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But, in the same volume, Fiona Cowie and Jim Woodward while agreeing that mind is shaped by natural selection, disagree on the point that the mind ought to be modular. They say that it is simply wrong to suppose that modules are invariably superior to general-purpose devices. There would have been considerable selective pressure favouring the evolution of cognitive mechanisms allowing the rapid assimilation of new information and behavioural flexibility, rather than innately specified modules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn11" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn11" name="_ftnref11"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[11]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A majority of theorists, however, are now convinced that the mind is modular. But the mind is what the brain does, but not everything it does, for the brain does other things such as metabolising fat and giving off heat. Besides, unlike other organs, the brain has a special status which comes from a special thing the brain does, which makes us see, think, feel, choose, an act. That special thing is information processing or computation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn12" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn12" name="_ftnref12"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; And this information processing is an outcome of evolutionary forces, hence the justification of basing the assumptions of evolutionary psychology on theory of evolution.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What does evolutionary psychology say about emotions which are the main subject of this thesis? Like other mental processes, emotions are also evolutionary adaptations which play a crucial role in our survival. Though the mind has domain specific tools to solve certain type of adaptive problems, we cannot activate all the tools at the same time. If we did that, they would cancel out each other's advantage. Not only minimal number of programmes have to be activated, but also the right programs ought to be used. When two or more problems arise, such as hunger and a dangerous predator, the mind ought to get its priorities right. In this, the mind needs a program to assist it, and emotions are such programs. They are among the most important allies in our survival, and this will be discussed in forthcoming chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Beyond this, it is emotions that give us the feeling of being alive, of experiencing the richness of life, they are the very essence of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Major concepts in the Theory of Evolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Before we study emotions on a psycho-evolutionary perspective, it would be worthwhile looking into the philosophical issues in evolutionary theory and clarifying widespread misconceptions and controversies that have dogged it ever since it was first proposed in a systematic manner by Charles Darwin and Alfred Russell Wallace. For these objections come not only from those who are unfamiliar with science, but also from highly educated scholars, some from the scientific community itself. It would not be possible to deal fully with the objections here, as the issue is not only vast but also equally complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People often ask what has evolution, which is a modern biological theory (and by implication a materialistic one), to do with something as abstract as the mind, and how can one propose to examine the role of emotions, which are some of our most subjective experiences, on this theory. This philosophical problem has confounded many thinkers. Susan Langer, for instance, wonders: 'The vexing question in the philosophy of the biological sciences is how something called 'feelings' enters into the physical (essentially electro-chemical) events that compose an animal organism. . . . The fact that we feel the effects of changes in the world about us, and apparently in ourselves, too, and that all such changes are physically describable, but our feeling them is not, presents a genuine philosophical challenge.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn13" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn13" name="_ftnref13"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My endeavour here is to show that there is perhaps a way to answer this 'vexing' question, at least partially, at least a little better, and the way is being shown by evolutionary psychologists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;First of all, one might ask what is evolution and what interest has the student of philosophy of mind in it? That the world is ever changing is a fact that was known to ancient Indian and Western thinkers. Heraclitus in the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century B.C. said everything is flux, and we can't step into the same river twice. On evolutionary terms we can say that the world changes but it changes in a gradual manner, and so do the living organisms in it. And since philosophy, as George Thomas White Patrick put it, is an attempt to understand the world, our interest in evolution will depend upon the extent to which it adds to such understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn14" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn14" name="_ftnref14"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Whether we take a dualist or a physicalist approach to study mental processes like thinking, believing, and feeling, one thing seems to be becoming more and more apparent: we cannot leave the body out of the discussion. It is now not too shocking to state that human nature and culture both have biological roots. In their book &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Human Evolutionary Psychology &lt;/i&gt;Barrett, Dunbar and Lycett declare: 'Unless you are a Creationist, you have to accept that humans have been subject to the same processes of evolutionary change as all other living things on earth. A full understanding of human nature therefore requires an understanding of biological as well as sociological processes . . . . We are products of an interaction between biology and culture, or to put it in its more familiar guise, nature and nurture, genes and environment. To separate the two is a false dichotomy. Many would argue that human nature cannot be reduced to mere biological processes — and they would be right. But to infer from this, as many do, that biology is now completely irrelevant . . .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is to commit an egregious logical error.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn15" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn15" name="_ftnref15"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Therefore, to study human behaviour by studying its animal origins on evolutionary principles makes sense. This does not, as many fear, reduce humans to animals; rather it can enrich our insights into human psychology and behaviour, and possibly even help us overcome human frailty. And far from reducing the mind to a mere lump of flesh, advances in neurosciences have awoken us to the magnitude of the complexity of the brain and its processes, something no one ever could have imagined before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Knowledge only takes the myth out of our conception, not the sense of wonder. But knowledge does not necessarily make people give up old belief systems. Evolutionary theory does evoke very strong antagonism among people as it is counter-common sense. In the September 27, 2004 issue of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Newsweek&lt;/i&gt;, Steven Pinker wrote an article &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;How to Think About the Mind&lt;/i&gt;. He said that every evening our eyes tell us that the sun sets, while we know that, in fact, the Earth is turning us away from it. Astronomy taught us centuries ago that common sense is not a reliable guide to reality. Today it is neuroscience that is forcing us to readjust our intuitions. In Galileo's time, the counter-intuitive discovery that the Earth moved around the sun was laden with moral danger. Now it seems obvious that the motion of rock and gas in space has nothing to do with right and wrong. Yet to many people, the discovery that the soul or mind is the activity of the brain is just as fraught, with pernicious implications for everything from criminal responsibility to our image of ourselves as a species. Turning back the clock on the ultimate form of self-knowledge is neither possible nor desirable. We can live with the new challenges from brain science. But it will require setting aside childlike intuitions and traditional dogmas, and thinking afresh about what makes people better off and worse off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The problem with the theory of evolution is that right from the day it was published it got mired in controversy because people who do not do much serious philosophic and scientific thinking such as journalists, amateur scientists and others got interested in it and began writing on it leading everyone to think, as Jacques Monod put it, that they understand it. Very few of the critics have actually read Darwin's seminal work, their passions are aroused by amateurish interpretation of it in the general media. Another reason for the uproar against it was that it took God out of the conception as He was not necessary. And because biology does not depend upon mathematics too much, most people read books on biology and think they have become experts. While no layman would dare say he is qualified enough to find fault with quantum mechanics, general relativity or Goedl's incompleteness theorem, almost everyone thinks they know enough biology to challenge evolutionary theory. This is because, as humans we think we have a firsthand experiences of our bodies, feelings, thoughts and other mental processes which are 'obvious'. How could we ever be wrong about them? True the subatomic world as shown by quantum theorists is also counter-common sense: all rules of logic and commonsense are turned upside down there, but we don't argue with a physicist because we are not qualified physicists, and as the world of subatomic particles is far removed from ours, we don't care. But it is not the same when we talk about humans and their nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Coupled with this is our traditional anthropocentric worldview, the reversal of which is hard to digest. George Thomas White Patrick suggests that 'much of the unhappy and needless antagonism to the theories of evolution in the last century could have been avoided, if Darwin had spoken not of the &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;descent &lt;/i&gt;of man, but of his &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;ascent. &lt;/i&gt;It all looks quite different when we think of man as the crowning masterpiece of nature's evolutionary methods.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn16" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn16" name="_ftnref16"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another reason for the opposition towards evolution was that, like the Copernican revolution, it was a totally new way of thinking. Darwin seemed to entirely disregard all philosophical traditions that preceded him. He 'started from a new basis by completely eliminating the last remnants of Platonism, by refusing to admit the eidos (Idea, type, essence) in any guise whatsoever.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn17" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn17" name="_ftnref17"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; But he did not stop there; he even disregarded Aristotle's final cause or teleology. Thus in one stroke, he seemed to revolt against the two major systems in Western thinking, the Platonic and the Aristotelian, and this caused great consternation among the orthodoxy. They just did not know what to do with this theory other than condemn it outright.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Some of the so-called scientific objections to the theory were raised in 1859 itself. Darwin answered most of them, and the ones he couldn't were later answered by successive revolutionary breakthroughs made by science. Microbiologists have shown that though evolutionary changes can take millions of years in higher animals, we can see evolution actually happen in front of our eyes at very high speed as in the case of a virus adapting to its antidote. Evolutionary theory has come a long way, but the critics, and especially some philosophers have not updated their knowledge, and still go on criticising Darwin for what he said 150 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Although in a different context, physicist Stephen Hawkins laments about this slow pace of philosophers in his &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;A Brief History of Time&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn18" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn18" name="_ftnref18"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;[18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: 'Up to now, most scientists have been too occupied with the development of new theories that describe &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;what &lt;/i&gt;the universe is to ask the question &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;why. &lt;/i&gt;On the other hand, the people whose business is to ask &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;why, &lt;/i&gt;the philosophers, have not been able to keep up with the advance of scientific theories.' Expressing similar sentiments about evolutionary theory, Dawkins laments that philosophy and the subjects known as 'humanities' are still taught almost as if Darwin had never lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn19" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn19" name="_ftnref19"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[19]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So, like the aficionados of the Flat Earth Society, uninformed sceptics still go on asking questions that have already been settled. The ignorance about evolutionary theory is so common that even advanced thinkers evaluate Darwin only as a biologist, and besides raising invalid objections, insist that he has nothing to do with philosophy or the science of the mind whatsoever. This is a gross underestimation of Darwin's theory for it has changed the way we think about the world. Writing about the wide impact of Darwin's ideas in the introduction to the 1964 facsimile version of &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;On The Origin of Species &lt;/i&gt;Ernst Mayr says&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;: &lt;/i&gt;'Yet few writers in the last 200 years have had so profound an impact on our thinking. This holds for logic, metaphysics, and ethics. It has taken 100 years to appreciate fully that Darwin's conceptual framework is, indeed, a new philosophical system.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn20" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn20" name="_ftnref20"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[20]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How exactly has evolutionary theory changed our conceptual framework? As mentioned earlier it did away with teleology and goal. Aristotle had taught us that everything has a purpose, but Darwin postulated that evolution has no goal or purpose, though evolution is often linked with the idea of progress, and development towards particular goals. But these apparent tendencies are illusory from the evolutionary perspective. Instead of travelling towards a fixed goal, each species follows an evolutionary journey that has no set duration and no certain destination. Richard Dawkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn21" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn21" name="_ftnref21"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[21]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; argues that the basic element of evolution, the gene is blind. It only knows its immediate survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But evolutionary theory itself seems to be evolving, and now some theorists are not only filling up the lacuna left by Darwin but also modifying his original postulates. For instance, John Bowlby believes that it is no longer a scientific heresy to say that organisms do have a goal or purpose. In &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Attachment and Loss&lt;/i&gt;, he shows that in talking about behaviour of living beings and also self-correcting machines like guided missiles, we have to take into account the age-old problem of purposiveness and the modern concept of feedback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Purposiveness is the purpose for which a thing is made, and on the Aristotelian hypothesis, everything in this world had a purpose, even inanimate things. The special feature, Bowly explains, that enables an organism or a machine to behave in a purposive way to achieve a predetermined goal is called feedback. This is simply a process whereby the actual effects of performance are continuously reported back to a central regulating apparatus where they are compared with whatever initial interaction the machine was given; the machine's further action is then determined by the results of this comparison and the effects of its performance are thus brought ever closer to the initial instruction. The simplest form of control system is a regulator or a thermostat, the purpose of which is to maintain some condition constant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thus differing from other evolutionists on teleology, Bowlby asserts: 'At one time to attribute purposiveness to animals or to build a psychology of human behaviour on the concept of purposefulness was to declare oneself a vitalist and to be banned from the company of respectable scientists. The development of control systems of increasing sophistication, such as those that control a homing missile, has changed that. Today it is recognised that a machine incorporating feedback can be truly goal-directed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thus it comes about that nowadays to attribute purposiveness to behaviour and to think if not teleologically, at least, teleonomically . . .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;is not only common sense, as it always was, but also good science.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn22" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn22" name="_ftnref22"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[22]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Another major charge against evolutionary theory is that of biological or genetic determinism. From the recent success of the Genome Project and other developments, we learn that genes are related to behaviour, and how they work. This has led some to raise unwarranted fears about genetic determinism. Human nature is a very touchy subject, and James D. Watson, the co-discoverer of the structure of DNA, says, 'Passions inevitably run high when science threatens to unsettle or redefine our assumptions about human society and our sense of ourselves — our identity as a species, and our identities as individuals. What could be a more radical question than this: Does the way I am owe more to a sequence of As, Ts, Gs, and Cs inherited from my parents, or to the experiences I've had ever since my father's sperm and mother's egg fused together many long years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn23" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn23" name="_ftnref23"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even the geneticists concede that genes only partially determine our behaviour, for they are the agents of nurture as well as nature. Experience is a huge part of a developing human brain, the human mind, and a human organism. We need to develop in a social world and get things in from the outside. It's enormously important to the development of human nature. But how much of it is nature and how much instinct, that actually depends on how we look at the problem and what we consider as nature and what as instinct. Darwin himself realised this when he said that&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;'some actions which at first performed consciously, have become through habit and association connected with reflex action, and are now so firmly fixed and inherited, that they are performed, even when not of the least use, as often as the same causes arise, which originally excited them in us through the volition'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn24" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn24" name="_ftnref24"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[24]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;. Thus, the boundary between nature and instinct is actually a blurred one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The fear of genetic determinism arises because of misinformed reports and conclusions about it in the popular press. Theorists have tried to dispel these fears in recent literature, such as Gary Marcus's &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Birth of the Mind&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn25" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn25" name="_ftnref25"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;[25]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in which he says that almost everything that is written about genes in the popular press is misleading in one way or another. He argues that in order to understand the way genes shape behavioural traits, we must first abandon popular metaphors like blueprint and recipe. In blueprints he says there is a direct correspondence between the drawing and the building, this is not the case with genes and the cells and structures that make up an organism. If a blueprint is one per cent different from another one, then the building made from it differs by one per cent, but if a genome is just one per cent different from another, it gives rise to a totally different mental apparatus. Then, identical genomes do not make identical nervous systems, for instance the brains of identical twins are similar but are not identical, this applies to their minds as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even if it were possible in theory to produce two exactly people with identical genetic and physical structure, they would soon develop differently because of the unique individual environment in which they would grow, the Environment of Evolutionary Adaptedness, which will be discussed in Chapter III. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Now we can consider environment. Emphasising the importance of environment in our development, Matt Ridley writes in &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Nature via Nurture&lt;/i&gt;: 'You can't describe human nature without it. But that process is itself genetic, in the sense that there are genes in there designed to get the experience out of the world and into the organism. In the human case you're going to have genes that set up systems for learning that are not going to be present in other animals, language being the classic example. Language is something that in every sense is a genetic instinct. There's no question that human beings, unless they're unlucky and have a genetic mutation, inherit a capacity for learning language. That capacity is simply not inherited in anything like the same degree by a chimpanzee or a dolphin or any other creature. But you don't inherit the language; you inherit the capacity for learning the language from the environment.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn26" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn26" name="_ftnref26"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[26]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then there are others who quietly accept that biology is destiny. As Stephen Jay Gould put it, 'If we are programmed to be what we are, then these traits are ineluctable. We may, at best, channel them, but we cannot change them either by will, education, or culture.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn27" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn27" name="_ftnref27"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[27]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; This claim though looks justified is actually unwarranted and evolutionists have been trying to counter it for decades. In &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;The Selfish Gene &lt;/i&gt;Richard Dawkins explains that people don't selfishly spread their genes, genes selfishly spread themselves. They do it by the way they build our brains. By making us enjoy life, health, sex, friends, and children, the genes try to make sure they get propagated in the next generation. Our goals are subgoals of the ultimate goal of the genes, replicating themselves. But the two are different. As far as we are concerned, our goals, conscious or unconscious, are not about genes at all but about health and lovers and children and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In his paper &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Genetic Determinism and Gene Selectionism &lt;/i&gt;Dawkins says that human nervous systems are so complex that in practice we can forget about determinism and behave as if we had a free will. 'Neurons may be amplifiers of fundamentally indeterminate physical events; The only point I wish to make is that, whatever view one takes on the question of determinism, the insertion of the word 'genetic' is not going to make any difference. If you are a full-blooded determinist you will believe that all your actions are predetermined by physical causes in the past, and you may or may not also believe that you therefore cannot be held responsible for your sexual infidelities. But, be that as it may, what difference can it possibly make whether some of those physical causes are &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;genetic? &lt;/i&gt;Why are genetic determinants thought to be any more ineluctable, or blame-absolving, than "environmental" ones?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn28" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn28" name="_ftnref28"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[28]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;James D. Watson observes that this tendency to prefer explanations grounded in 'nurture' over ones rooted in 'nature' has served a useful social purpose in redressing generations of bigotry. Unfortunately, we have now cultivated too much of a good thing. The current epidemic of political correctness has delivered us to a moment when even the possibility of a genetic basis for difference is a hot potato: there is a fundamentally dishonest resistance to admitting the role our genes almost surely play in setting one individual apart from another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn29" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn29" name="_ftnref29"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[29]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We discussed the basic principles of evolutionary psychology in this chapter. It was argued that although evolutionary theory is a biological one, its assumptions can be successfully used to explain the mental realm. The mind, like the biological organs of a creature is an evolutionary adaptation to help in survival and procreation. And just as every biological organ like hand, nose, eyes, which are designed for a specific purpose, the brain is also composed of highly specialised domain specific micro-circuits, each designed to solve a certain class of adaptive problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We saw that though the mind has domain specific tools to solve certain type of adaptive problems, we cannot activate all the tools at the same time. If we did that, they would cancel out each other's advantage. Not only minimal number of programmes have to be activated, but also the right programs ought to be used. When two or more problems arise, such as hunger and a dangerous predator, or even two or more matters of value, the mind ought to set its priorities right. In this, the mind needs a program to assist it, and emotions are such programs. They are among the most important allies in our survival, and this will be discussed in forthcoming chapters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was shown that evolutionary psychology accepts that we come into this world with some features that are innate. Some innate programs are closed, while others are open, that is, they can be shaped by learning. This way, the environment is given as much importance as innate programs. It was shown that explaining the mind on evolutionary terms does not reduce it to biology, rather it makes our understanding of it rich. And by understanding the workings of the mind, we could hope to make better use of it, and also learn to solve the problems that it might create. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But we must accept that in psychology, we cannot be very exact and precise in putting forward and testing assumptions as is the case with physics and chemistry. Actually even the so-called 'pure' sciences are not as exact as they claim to be. The problem with the sciences of life and mind is that right from birth, each organism grows in its own special environment, and is influenced by such diverse and abundant stimuli, that it is virtually impossible to go back into the past and point out the cause of present behaviour. 'If we were dealing with laboratory rats,' points out James D. Watson, 'we could conduct a set of simple experiments, involving breeding and rearing under specified uniform conditions. But, happily, humans are not rats, so illuminating data are hard to come by. . . . But a free society should not shrink from honest questions honestly asked; And what is critical is that the truths we discover are then applied only in ethical ways.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn30" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftn30" name="_ftnref30"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[30]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If human nature were like the material world, the whole experience of being human would be lost. We live and enjoy life because we feel we are individuals and not atomic particles going about in a fixed path. Imagine if all humans behaved in exactly the same predictable way. Life would lose all its charm and meaning. The essence of life is individuality, and this sense of individuality comes from our emotional profile which is unique to us. This is the theme of this thesis, which I hope to defend through the principles of evolutionary psychology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element: footnote-list"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="33%" size="1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="ftn1" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Robert L. Solso; Cognitive Psychology ; Pearson Education, 2001, p30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn2" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="InsideAddress" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn2" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene&lt;ins cite="mailto:Kuldeep" datetime="2005-10-16T22:01"&gt;; Oxford University Press &lt;/ins&gt;2005, p2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn3" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn3" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref3" name="_ftn3"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;Kaplan and Gangestad; Life History Theory and Evolutionary Psychology; David Buss,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Ed.); The Handbook of Evolutionary Psychology John Wiley &amp;amp; Sons Inc, 2005, p69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn4" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn4" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref4" name="_ftn4"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[4]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Henry Plotkin; Evolution in Mind: An introduction to evolutionary psychology; Penguin Books 1998, pvii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn5" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn5" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref5" name="_ftn5"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[5]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene&lt;ins cite="mailto:Kuldeep" datetime="2005-10-16T22:01"&gt;; Oxford University Press 1981&lt;/ins&gt;, p49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn6" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn6" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref6" name="_ftn6"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[6]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Cosmides and Tooby; Evolutionary Psychology and the Emotions, in Lewis, Michael and Haviland-Jones, M Jeannerette (Ed).; Handbook of Emotions, Second Ed; The Guildford Press 2000, p97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn7" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn7" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref7" name="_ftn7"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Boyer and Barrett; Domain Specificity and Intuitive Ontology, in David Buss (Ed.); The Handbook of Evolutionary Psychology John Wiley &amp;amp; Sons Inc, 2005, p96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn8" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn8" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref8" name="_ftn8"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[8]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Gary Marcus, The Birth of the Mind; Basic Books, 2004, p7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn9" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn9" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref9" name="_ftn9"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; Steven Pinker, How the Mind Works; Penguin Books, p27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn10" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn10" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref10" name="_ftn10"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Peter Carruthers, Chapter 15; Hitchcock, Christopher (Ed.), Contemporary Debates in philosophy of Science; Blackwell Publishing, p300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn11" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn11" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref11" name="_ftn11"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[11]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Cowie and Woodward; Chapter 16; Christopher Hitchcock, Contemporary Debates in philosophy of Science; Blackwell Publishing. © 2004 BP. p313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn12" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn12" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref12" name="_ftn12"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Steven Pinker, How the Mind Works; Penguin Books ©1997 SP, p24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn13" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn13" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref13" name="_ftn13"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; S Langer; Mind: An Essay on Human Feelings; The John Hopkins Press 1967 (Quoted by Bowlby in Attachment and Loss, p106&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn14" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn14" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref14" name="_ftn14"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; George Thomas White Patrick; Introduction to Philosophy; Surjeet Publications 1999; p121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn15" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn15" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref15" name="_ftn15"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[15]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Barrett, Dunbar&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; Lycett; Human Evolutionary Psychology; Palgrave, p2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn16" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn16" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref16" name="_ftn16"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[16]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; George Thomas White Patrick; Introduction to Philosophy; Surjeet Publications 1999; p123&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn17" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn17" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref17" name="_ftn17"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ernst Mayr's introduction to On the Origin of Species on Natural Selection (A Facsimile of the first edition published by Appleby and Co 1859) ; Harward University Press, 1964, p xi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn18" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn18" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref18" name="_ftn18"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Stephen Hawkins; A Brief History of Time; Bantam Books, 1997, p184-85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn19" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn19" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref19" name="_ftn19"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[19]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Richard Dawkins, The Selfish Gene&lt;ins cite="mailto:Kuldeep" datetime="2005-10-16T22:01"&gt;; Oxford University Press &lt;/ins&gt;2005, p1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn20" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn20" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref20" name="_ftn20"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[20]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Ernst Mayr's introduction to On the Origin of Species on Natural Selection (A Facsimile of the first edition published by Appleby and Co 1859) ; Harward University Press, 1964, p xviii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn21" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn21" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref21" name="_ftn21"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[21]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Richard Dawkins; The Selfish Gene; Oxford University Press 1976, p25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn22" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn22" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref22" name="_ftn22"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[22]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; John Bowlby; Attachment and Loss; PIMLICO; p41&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn23" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn23" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref23" name="_ftn23"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;James Watson,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(with Berry, Andrew); DNA: The Secrets of Life; Arrow Books, London, 2003, p393&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn24" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn24" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref24" name="_ftn24"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[24]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Charles Darwin, The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals; D. Appleton and Company, 1905, p39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn25" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn25" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref25" name="_ftn25"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[25]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gary Marcus,; The Birth of the Mind; Basic Books, 2004, p5-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn26" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn26" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref26" name="_ftn26"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;[26]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt;font-size:12;" &gt; Matt Ridley, Nature Via Nurture; Foutrh Estate, London © 2003, p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn27" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn27" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref27" name="_ftn27"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[27]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Quoted by Dawkins in Genetic Determinism and Gene Selectionism; Burley and Harris (Ed.); A Companion to Genethics; Blackwell Publishers; 2002, p254&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn28" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn28" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref28" name="_ftn28"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[28]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; Richard Dawkins, Genetic Determinism and Gene Selectionism; Burley and Harris (Ed.); A Companion to Genethics; Blackwell Publishers; 2002, p254&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn29" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn29" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref29" name="_ftn29"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[29]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; James Watson, (with Andrew Berry); DNA: The Secrets of Life; Arrow Books, London, 2003, p382&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ftn30" style="mso-element: footnote"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn30" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;view=page&amp;amp;name=gp&amp;amp;ver=sh3fib53pgpk#_ftnref30" name="_ftn30"&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-special-character: footnote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;[30]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt; James Watson, (with Andrew Berry); DNA: The Secrets of Life; Arrow Books, London, 2003, p394&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-7108004907070763930?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/7108004907070763930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=7108004907070763930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/7108004907070763930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/7108004907070763930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/04/philosophical-issues-in-evolutionary.html' title='Philosophical Issues in Evolutionary Psychology'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-597677670033338543</id><published>2008-03-31T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:10:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, a never-ending celebration</title><content type='html'>March 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just Like That: Talks on Sufi Stories&lt;br /&gt;By Osho, Penguin Books, India Price: Rs 295, Pages: 273&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Just Like That: Talks on Sufi Stories" src="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080330/spectrum/b13.jpg" width="230" align="right" border="1" /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;N the early 1970s, the inimitable Rajneesh or Osho was approached by an organisation to speak on Sufism. Being conservative, they begged him to not say anything controversial. Rajneesh agreed, and he gave a series of discourses that left the listeners spellbound. He had shown unseen dimensions of Sufism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sufism is a mystic school of God lovers who do not concern themselves with knowledge. They know only love, an undying love of God in which they immerse themselves all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why love? Why not knowledge? Sufis would say that God can be known best through the heart and not the intellect. That is why the path to God realisation cannot be taught. If it were the question of intellect, the method of uniting with the ultimate truth could be taught, but since it is not in the domain of the intellect, it cannot be taught. Rajneesh says this does not mean it cannot be learnt. What does he mean? Why can't truth be taught? And without being taught, how can it be learnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rajneesh says, 'Truth cannot be taught because words cannot convey it. Words are impotent. Truth is vast, tremendously vast, infinite. Words are very narrow. You cannot force truth into words, it is impossible. And how is one going to teach without words?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If the truth cannot be taught, why do we see so many gurus and disciples? And what about the saying that without a guru we cannot know the ultimate truth? Rajneesh says that the secret is not in someone finding the right guru, rather if one becomes an able disciple, the right guru will find him. And in the company of the guru, nothing needs to be done, and no words need to be exchanged. The dialogue between the two takes place in silence. The teacher parts the teaching without saying or showing anything because this process is not like that of teaching physics, chemistry, or history. All that a disciple has to do is to show a readiness to learn, show a deep trust in the master, and wait patiently. This is because spiritual learning is not an experience. All experiences belong to the mind and body complex. In worldly experience, there is the person who experiences, and there is an object that is experienced. In the spiritual domain everything is utterly subjective, there remains neither the one who experiences nor the one that is experienced — only the experience remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In this lively book, Rajneesh, interlaces his discourses with interesting and highly meaningful Sufi stories, parables, jokes, and anecdotes. All of them show us that life is a cerebration, it is an 'ever-going' feast, but we have made it a problem. Rajneesh argues that life is a wonderful mystery, it is not a problem. Had it actually been a problem, philosophers could have solved it. But philosophers cannot solve it because life is not a mental puzzle that can be solved by logic, mathematics, or analysis. Scientists also cannot solve the mystery because they try to use the method of analysis and observation. The ultimate truth is not an object that can be studied in a laboratory. Artists are closer to life, as creativity is not guided by reason but emotion. Artists enjoy the beauty of nature, they try to capture the myriad colours of reality, but they too are not fully in tune with reality as they live on the mental plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The secret of religion is not in taming nature but flowing with it. Life is a never-ending mystery, says Rajneesh, don't waste time solving it, just live it. Religion means to live life, celebrate life, and enjoy every moment of it. This can only be done by going beyond the frontiers of the mind. Then all problems, all dualities, all conflicts disappear — just like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080330/spectrum/books2.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/2008/20080330/spectrum/books2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-597677670033338543?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/597677670033338543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=597677670033338543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/597677670033338543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/597677670033338543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-never-ending-celebration.html' title='Life, a never-ending celebration'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-5760122381230413788</id><published>2008-03-30T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:27:44.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up the Search and You will Find It - Rajneesh Osho</title><content type='html'>December 12, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantra: The Supreme Understanding by Osho. Full Circle, New Delhi. Pages 272. Price not mentioned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having become sick and tired of the intrigues of business life, a billionaire decides to give everything up and retire to the Himalayas. He goes from peak to peak in order to free himself of his misery. Time flies, and 10-years on in spite of chanting God's name endlessly and in spite of renouncing everything, he is still searching, he is still insecure, still restless, still suffering from insomnia; salvation is nowhere in sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has sanyasa made any difference? Yes! Earlier he was a miserable businessman; now he is a miserable hermit. What has gone wrong here? The very process of liberating himself from the miseries of this world has got this wretched man more and more entangled in the net. Is there a better way out for him? Perhaps there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the book "Tantra — The Supreme Understanding: Discourses on the tantric way of Tilopa's song of Mahamudra", Rajneesh tackles such issues in his inimitable down-to-earth style. This book, which should rank as one of his best, is supposedly based on the teachings of Tilopa, a Buddhist monk who left India and settled down in Tibet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mahamudra or moksha is like the illusive and mythical Shangri-La: everyone talks about it, but no one seems to know where it is and how to find it. Sometimes we wonder if it exists all. But what are we seeking and why? Because by becoming a seeker, aren't we merely widening the gulf between ourselves and the sought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The solution is to give up the search. Mahamudra cannot be found; it has to be realised through self-awareness. "This is the deepest message," says Rajneesh, "of this whole song of Mahamudra: do not seek, just remain as you are, don't go anywhere else. Nobody ever reaches God, nobody can because you don't know the address. Where will you go? Where will you find the divine? There is no map, and there is no way, and there is nobody to say where he is. "No, nobody ever reaches God. It is always the reverse: God comes to you whenever you are ready, he knocks at you door; he seeks you whenever you are ready. And readiness is nothing but a receptivity. When you are completely receptive there is no ego; you become a hollow temple with nobody in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what is awareness, and how many of us really want it? Over the millennia we have actually developed wonderful devices to avoid awareness, and that is because we are so afraid of ourselves. In order to escape from ourselves we have created concepts like morality, ethics, character and discipline. We are humble, polite, compassionate not because we are naturally so, but because we have programmed ourselves like a soldier. "Make a habit," Rajneesh observes, "of always saying the truth; make it a habit, then you need not be worried about it. Somebody asks, you will say the truth, out of habit — but out of habit a truth is dead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The answer is not to try to be "moral" but to be "natural", because these are two diametrically opposite concepts. "A moral person is never natural, cannot be. If he feels angry he cannot be angry, because morality doesn't allow it. If he feels like loving he cannot be loving because morality is there. It is always according to morality that he acts; it is never according to his nature . . . . Remain loose, natural, aware, watching what is happening. By and by, you will see many things (anger, greed, lust, etc.) have simply disappeared, they don't happen anymore — and without making any effort on your part. You never tried to kill them and they have simply disappeared." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you soon realise that anger, greed, jealousy are not bad; they are just absurd. "Remember this valuation," Rajneesh continues, "In morality there is something good and something bad. In being natural there is something wise and something stupid. A man who is natural is wise, not good. A man who is not natural is stupid, not bad. There is nothing bad and nothing good, only wise things and foolish things. . . . There is nothing like sin and there is nothing like virtue — wisdom is all. If you want to call it virtue, call it virtue. And ignorance is there if you want to call it sin — that is the only sin." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rajneesh later distinguishes between action and action-free work. One thing has to be understood here: there is a great difference between giving up action and becoming free of action. If you don't make this distinction, the giving up of action also becomes an activity, an obsession. "This is what has happened to your monks in the monasteries: dropping activity has become their obsession. They are continuously doing something to drop: prayer, meditation, yoga, this and that — now this is also activity. You cannot drop it in that way; it will come from the back door." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once you are free from action, you realise that there was nothing actually lacking in you. Every moment of your life is complete, because when you feel complete you live spontaneously, the seeker in you becomes the sought. All sorrows, miseries disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"This is the most fundamental thing in tantra," Rajneesh elaborates, "That it says that you are already perfect. No other vision says that. They say you have to achieve it; they say you have to go, you have to struggle, and you have to do many things and the path is arduous; and it is very very rarely that somebody reaches because the goal is very very distant; and for millions of lives one has to try, and then one reaches; perfection has to be achieved. Tantra says this is the reason why you are not achieving; Perfection has not to be achieved. It has to be simply realised that it is there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a great book, an interesting book, like all other books by Rajneesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99dec12/book.htm#top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99dec12/book.htm#3"&gt;http://www.tribuneindia.com/1999/99dec12/book.htm#3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/647582418373406329-5760122381230413788?l=kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/feeds/5760122381230413788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=647582418373406329&amp;postID=5760122381230413788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5760122381230413788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/647582418373406329/posts/default/5760122381230413788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kuldipdhiman.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-up-search-and-you-will-find-it.html' title='Give up the Search and You will Find It - Rajneesh Osho'/><author><name>Kuldip Dhiman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05021131488167841496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-647582418373406329.post-6771617039075195916</id><published>2008-03-13T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:25:15.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 12pt 0in 3pt"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Kuldip Dhiman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Based on the private papers of Donald Anderson, M.D. (1866-1936)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;Susan was afraid; terribly afraid. It must have been well past midnight when she entered the study and looked about nervously. I left the novel that I had been reading by the fire, and waited for her to say something. No words came.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'Is anything the matter, dear?' I held out my arms to her. We moved closer to the fire, and I noticed that she was trembling with fear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'Listen,' she said, 'listen very carefully. Do you hear that? Someone is moaning in pain.'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;Did anyone have to remind me of those soft moans and groans? I had been living with them for more than a year; but how does one explain that to a young bride who has just arrived in India from Liverpool?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'You have had a very tiring journey, dear. There is no one here.' I poured her a glass of brandy, and tried to humour her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'What are those sounds? I have searched the entire house and the clinic, and I am sure there is no one about. , 'My dear, it's rather late. Let's go to bed. It can wait till the morning.' 'No, it can't.' She was determined. 'With those terrible sounds echoing everywhere, how can you expect anyone to sleep?'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;She was right. It was only her third night here, and already she had begun to be disturbed by the sounds. I held her hand and drew her close to me. As she trembled in my arms, I decided to tell her the dreadful truth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'Susan,' I began, 'in spite of being a man of science and a qualified doctor of medicine, I have come to believe in things which I would have dismissed as fraud only a few years ago.During my training at Bart's, if someone had told me that there are men who drink sulphuric acid as if it were a cup of hot tea; that there are men who bury themselves in sand for days and emerge alive; that there are men who walk barefoot on burning cinders; that there are men whose bodies do not age, I would have laughed. In this modern age of science, when man is unravelling the mysteries of nature, how could an educated English doctor be expected to believe in such things? It was not long, however, before I changed my mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'In the winter of 1892, I found myself in the snow-covered hills of Simla. I had accepted the invitation of Major Edward Rennick of the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Brigade of the Bengal Horse Artillery. I soon fell in love with the place and, at the major's encouragement, I set up a modest practice on the Mall. There were very few doctors in Simla then, and my arrival was eagerly welcomed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'Things went on quite well, and my practice flourished. However, it was not long before , I was drawn towards things that my scientific training at Bart's had not prepared me for. Often I went by horseback to see patients in far-flung places and isolated villages, and soon I had learned a smattering of Hindi and the local dialect and befriended the simple hill people,who I found warm-hearted and friendly. Major Rennick shared my interest in the mysterious arts and the customs and traditions of India, and in our spare time we often It ventured into remote villages and met many strange yogis and holy men. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 6pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'One fine summer afternoon a runner, Biku Lall, brought a letter from the Major. I opened the note, which read: .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoSalutation" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;Dear Donald,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;Would you like to witness something truly extraordinary? Come without at'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;moment's delay. Your presence is of vital importance. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoList" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;'1 thanked Biku Lall, and in about an hour was at Major Rennick's magnificent bungalow near the Loreto Convent. The sun was
