The Contrast

Once upon a time, in a land far far away (which exists only in my mind), there was a jungle. A jungle which had all sorts of animal species living together in peace, and harmony. The jungle, like every other normal jungle, had the law that only the most powerful will rule it. But strangely, there was something different about the ruler of the jungle. It didn’t live in a pride, it didn’t hunt other animals. It wasn’t something everyone was afraid of. It was a kindhearted stag. A warrior stag, who still had his horns stained with the blood of the oppressors, who once tried to take over the whole jungle to establish their lawlessness.

Despite having wolf-packs, and lion-prides, the jungle was still safe for most of the animals, because of having a strong, and skilful ruler. Wolves still remembered that how their leader got impaled on the horns of a grown-up deer, and was dragged like that from one end of the jungle to the other, and was left there to be eaten out by the vultures. Lions knew that if they try to raise a rebellion, they would be crushed under the feet of elephants and rhinos (The jungle’s heavy armour division), just like their previous generation did. Snakes knew that the Eagles (Air Support) were loyal to the stag’s authority. It isn’t like that the predators couldn’t hunt, they could hunt, but there was a reasonable limit to it. In short, everyone knew their rights, and their power, and how to use it to maintain peace (all thanks to one wise deer ruler).

Animals have this natural bonding with each other. Even if they belong to different species, they pretty much understand each other, unlike humans, who generally happen to be…holes. Right next to the jungle, not very far away, there was a village, populated by the humans (and a bunch of monkeys). In the village, there were tales about how some villagers had been mauled to death by the animals in the past. In the jungle, there had been tales of savage hunters, who would kill animals, skin them, cook them on fire, dance and sing around the burning flesh, and would finally eat it. For the animals, this whole thing was like a satanic ritual, and it scared them to the marrow of their bones.

In the very same village, there was a little, budding love-story. A typical one, where the parents of the couple would never let them marry each other; instead put more and more restriction on them. And naturally, this had to end up in an undesirable way. Yes, the couple decided to elope. No one knew where to go, but they only wanted to run away. And again, the very expected move, their families, out of their “honour”, had decided to catch the eloped couple, and punish them. (I know for most of my westerner readers, this will be a strange thing, but it does happen where I live. Not everywhere, but at places, love is a taboo.)

Having nowhere to go, the couple, in a state of hurry, made a genius decision of hiding in the jungle. They weren’t totally out of their mind, and had decided not to go very deep into the jungle, but still deep enough to find a place to hide. The villagers searched for them, but couldn’t simply find them, and finally assumed that they’re dead because it had been almost 3 days since they eloped.

Almost half of the jungle knew they there has been an infiltration, but the stag decided that the humans were not much of a threat, and never thought of taking any action; still, he told the animals to be conscious about the foreigners.

As another day passed, the couple had lesser resources than it had when it ran away from the village. Both looking at each other, making compromises over compromises for each other, just could not think about how to survive like this (Most probably because none of them saw Man Vs. Wild on the TV). They had plans to move to the nearest town, which was a few hundred miles away, but travelling without resources isn’t easy.

You know, love can get you peace but it can not give you food. Both were each other’s sunshine, brightening up everything for their partner. Were like each other’s moonlight, lightening up the darkest hours for each other. But this budding love-story was going to be starved to death any hour from now.

The stag, in addition to being a wise ruler, was a wise father as well. Every day, he used to take his little fawns for some walk, telling them about the geography of the jungle, teaching them how to fight, training them, introducing them to the animals, and their specie-specific customs. He knew that he needed to have a strong successor like him if the peace was to be kept because there readily were many eyes on the jungle’s throne.

During one similar tour of the jungle, the crows (Intelligence services) reported the stag that the humans were preparing for another “satanic ritual”. He quickly called in a squad of wild buffaloes and told them to escort the little fawns in the deep jungle, back to their mother. Meanwhile, the stag was reported about the whereabouts of the human couple, and he started to rush towards them.

The young boy, filled with the will of taking something back to his girl, kept on walking and decided to go deep into the jungle. After he thought he has walked deep enough, he started to lay a trap with the rope he had picked up before leaving the village. While laying the trap behind the bushes, he saw 3 little deer running, and meeting their mother, and the wild buffaloes leaving the place after successfully escorting the fawns to their mother.

Back to the girl, she managed to light up some fire and crafted a perfect setup to cook whatever the boy would bring back. Seeing the smoke rising, the stag had a much better estimate about the whereabouts of the threat, and he paced up.

The boy had his trap ready, and he just needed to scare off the deer family in a way, that at least ONE of them runs towards the trap. So, he, while hiding himself, carefully went to the other side, took an aim at one of the fawns, hoping that he wouldn’t need the trap if he gets a small deer killed with an arrow. Just when he pulled the string back, the mother deer (the doe nighean, as the stag used to call her) heard the sound, made a sudden voice, and all the deer quickly started running. The boy was in a perfect direction to make the deer run towards the direction of the trap. Just a matter of seconds, and the doe had a rope around two of her legs. She told the fawns to run straight to the bears, which they did.

By now, there was a constant political stirring in the jungle. Wolves and the lions had come out. They knew that their fear was away to the outer jungle, and they had some time to roam free in the jungle, breaking the established law, which they did.

While the boy was almost finished with skinning off the doe, he heard a long, agonizing muffled cry of a woman. Of a woman with whom he had promised to live a worthy future. All stained with the doe’s blood, he quickly ran back, only to see a stag in his way, whose horns were again stained with some fresh blood, and a small piece of ripped cloth was waving off them from one end.

A moment, where your thoughts are screaming, but they never make it to your mouth

They both looked at each other, recognizing the bloodstains, dying inside with the regrets of leaving their most beloved beings. They just rushed towards each other, with nothing in their minds, except vengeance. In less than 5 seconds, the stag had a 21-inch knife stabbed in his throat, and the boy’s lungs had got penetrated with the thick horns.

Back in the forest, the puppy wolves finally had some quality food after a long time, which they desired to have since their births. (Yes, the fawns never made it to the bears). There was a complete “hour of anarchy” in the jungle until the Lions took over, and within a week, the jungle had the typical “law of the jungle” like any other jungle.

Our World is pretty much like that one “hour of anarchy” right now. Wars, murders, and killings. The loss of one person, or one community results in the gain of another community, and vice-versa. Despite being one species, the difference of interests, and view have grown so great, that we actually get happy when someone else gets sad. Our happiness and our sadness are relative. The most desirable “win-win” situation is now only limited to a few pages of the books intended to teach strategic planning and management. I believe that the concept of “win-win” situation should be taught as a basic human value since the very early age. Children should be taught that extremism is a bad thing, and we always need to find a middle-way for our problems, so that our benefit doesn’t become a reason for someone else’ loss.

As for the story, the couple just woke up after their wedding night in their home, both amazed by the fact that they saw the same horrible nightmare of getting mauled to death by a hot-headed stag in the jungle, who, by the way, is still the president of the jungle. Cheers!

 

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Strengthening the thoughts (I)

“I spent the whole night, studying for the exam. Just kept cramming for the final. And now this one thing, one equation, that might have gone out of my short term memory, and now I have NO idea how to solve this question”, this is what I kept thinking during the exam. I closed my eyes, and tried to THINK, but no use. I WANTED to recall what I saw on the book last night.

When I closed my eyes, the whole Universe went out of my sight, and all I could see was some really random patterns, as if it were a visual presentation of what my mind was going through, in order to perform a search operation on a specific visual item. I tried to focus hard, and some vague patterns of a page from a book appeared. Some further focus, and the content of the page became clearer. I could see the orientation, and paragraph layouts. There was some figure drawn as well, a graph. I could barely read some text, but I wanted that specific equation. I knew the exact location of that equation on the page. Focusing on and on, I could see the variables and operators that composed the equation. As I was getting closer, it was becoming harder and harder to focus. I was spending my energy, as well as my time, because that one equation could lead me to 10 straight marks in no time. At this moment, I could feel the physical pain, as if it were telling me get out of this inner World. The pain kept on increasing, but I wasn’t willing to quit. I JUST WANTED TO RECALL THE DAMN EQUATION. *snap* “Half of the time has passed”, a voice came, which wasn’t from the World I was in at the moment, but it helped me enough go get back to my real location, with respect to my physical dimensions. Now I barely had the courage to maintain that focus again, but I was sure enough that the information was NOT lost. It was still inside, I just had to find a way to access it.

And in case if you’re wondering why I didn’t finish it in this post, well, honestly, I hate these walls of never ending text. I’ll most probably not read the text where I have to scroll down till the end,not even on 9gag. I mean, SOME scrolling is fine, but A LOT of scrolling isn’t acceptable.

Ideas that come under the shower are the best ones

2nd of July, 2014:

My 2nd semester in the university had just ended. I got 2 F grades, and had to register for the summer course(s) in order to prevent any breaks in my studies. Bored as hell. Tired as hell. Wanted to do something. I planned to enhance my OOP (Object Oriented Programming) skills by practicing. Gathered some resources, and started. Stuff went very well. Right after 15 minutes, I closed the browser, hibernated my laptop, and went to take a bath. My mind was constantly engaged in some kind of weird thinking. All I wanted was “to make something extreme out of my skills”. Tht was the time I hit upon a great idea. It was to develop a game, based purely on OOP concepts. I tho’t of a war strategy game, as I always felt an immense pleasure in playing them. So, I took a whole night to create a document, where I wrote EVERYTHING that was running in my mind about that game. Documented it, and just sent it to my teacher at the university. The document was attached with the following text:

AoA Sir. Hope you’re enjoying ramzan (with vacations). I’ve thought of this idea. Here is the basic outline. If this gets a functional-looking structure, then I’ll start working on each individual object. I’m planning to complete this by the end of this year, by working on it in small modules of time. Please have a look at this in your spare time, and let me know if I can improve this thinking any further.

He appreciated me for the initiative, encouraged me, and told me that this wasn’t the right time to go for such thing. He told me to gain more experience, as the idea was too advanced for me. He suggested me to take a few courses about game theory on coursera, so that I may have a better understanding about what I’ll be doing. At that time, I felt like Anakin Skywalker, who was being held back by Obiwan Kenobi for no reason. But, unlike Anakin Skywalker, I did obey Obiwan, and took a course on game theory for the better understanding of things.

One year later:

Another month of Ramadan came. Time passed by, and that idea went vague in my mind. A point came, where I completely lost the sense of it. I passed my 3rd semester, got engaged in my 4th semester, and passed it as well. A year passed like a swing of a sword, just a sound of “swoosh”, cutting through my soul. But I was glad, that it just passed, and I had the whole summer in front of me to do whatever the hell I wanted to.

One “bright” night it was, when a classmate of mine called me, and asked me if I wanted to be his partner for the upcoming semester projects. Without a second though, I agreed, as I knew both of us together would scare the hell out of anyone. He told me that he wanted to develop a game. We discussed a lot of game engines, available frameworks, programming languages to focus on, and similar stuff. It took us several days to decide the best suitable tools for us. We had decided to go for an RPG (Role Playing Game). For the next few days, both of us kept on focusing that “where to start?”. “What to do first?”. This was another problem for us.

2nd of July, 2015:

So, one random night, I was constantly thinking about the idea. “It should be something great”, that’s what I kept on saying to myself. Again, I went to take a bath, and suddenly, an idea hit upon my mind. “That game”. That was one of the strongest brainwaves my mind had ever felt. But the document which I created wasn’t present in my laptop anymore. Just then I recalled that I had sent it to Obiwan. Good enough. I scrolled all the way up, reading all the previous chat, realizing that how stupid I was a year ago. Took me literally 15 minutes to reach that document. I downloaded that document, clenched my fists with excitement, and just before closing the chat-box, I happened to look at the date on which the document was sent, just because I read the line “AoA Sir. Hope you’re enjoying ramzan (with vacations)“. Well. Shockingly, it was 2nd of July, 2014.

It was the same idea, came to my mind at the same place (under my shower), the same months (Ramadan, July), and the same date (2nd of July).

Where was this moment of mine?

The problem with my way of study is, that I aways try to interpret the concepts into their physical form.
And today, when I tried to study maths will my full devotion, I was amazed by the beauty of it. The perfection, the sequence, it felt like everything was going to be like I wanted it to be. Those scary looking mathematical expressions, complicated, and mind-torturing. I had never payed much attention to maths, just because I thought I wasn’t the one who can do it. But today (don’t know where the inspiration came from), I “attempted” to learn it, and all I could feel was: “Yeh lamha kahan tha mera?” (Where was this moment of mine?)

#BrokeTheShacklesOfFear