Saturday, 11 August 2012

The IITM Story

<About my initial experiences as an IITian> 


  Once upon a time, there was a girl who, by the ever-obscure scheming of Lady Luck (that they call an ‘entrance exam’, but we all know how that works), ended up in the hallowed premises of the ‘Academic Vatican’ that is IIT Madras. This is the story of those first few weeks in this brand new world that outshone her entire life until then.

1.       Snow White
   The gates opened, and she entered a vast, verdant world of breathtaking beauty. But those massive, gnarled trees that extended their branches out to the roads as if to grab at passersby (and a very un-fairytale-ish fear of being part of an intellectual minority; but that’s impertinent) ….she was filled with foreboding. This was the arcane Enchanted Forest. But wait! Glimpses of the marvellous creatures  of the wilderness! (aha—of course not you, dear seniors--don’t flatter yourself) She might just survive, after all: she would sing with the birds and dance with the deer and….
uh-oh. The monkeys.

2.        Dorothy
They were everywhere, but their headquarters seemed to be at her hostel. Evil flying monkeys that spat fire and swooped on unsuspecting prey (okay, they snatched water bottles and edibles and the occasional mobile phone, and ransacked rooms left unlocked, but the spirit of fairytale glamour has to be upheld). They had established a reign of terror over the inmates. The bane of the Emerald City. Ugh—the picture wasn’t as rosy as her mind had painted it; would the great Oz prove to be nothing but a myth?

3.       Sleeping Beauty
After a few days of la-la-la-ing with the deer and screaming like the ‘Psycho’ heroine at the monkeys’ antics, classes began. Oz was Oz all right: she was flummoxed by the alien pedagogical and epistemological aspects of the curriculum (it would be very unglamorous to state that the heroine of this story felt like a dumbass). After months of lazing in that ‘in limbo’ space between school and college, all she could think was “ZZZZzzzzz….”
Oh, wait. The glamour factor looms. Fine then: the heroine was pricked by…er…something pricky, and fell into deep, deep slumber……

4.       Me
“TRRRRrrrrinnggg!!!
Not the school bell, she tells herself—the alarm clock. She shakes off the warm cocoon of slumber with her blanket; classes begin early today. Things are slowly beginning to fall into place; life in IITM is beginning to make sense: the fire-breathing flying monkeys have reduced to annoying pests, and deer are deer, period. No fairytales here--only great friends, brand new experiences, amazing professors who open doors to new universes each day, and a one-of-a-kind college. 

But the sparkling hope of a ‘happily ever after’ remains.


The Journal of Mankind

<my first attempt at sci-fi that I publish here with nothing but the doomed awareness that it will otherwise never see the light of day>

A Study on “The Journal of Mankind” 

I love this book. It’s one of my all-time favourites, and this is an opinion I’m sure is shared by most other bookworms. It’s a really popular book- it was first on the list of Fortuna Magazine’s ‘100 Most Influential Books of the 36th Century’.  A massive tome consisting of three bulky volumes, it has become a Bible-of- sorts for history lovers. What makes this book the paramount testimony of mankind’s journey through a span of over two millennia is that it is written by a person who witnessed all of it first-hand. How is this possible, when the average life-span of man is just 100 years? Well, this book was written in the 26th century-as a result of three decades’ worth of extensive research-by the Alexima Proto, who was a well-known anthropologist and time-traveller of her times.  And therefore, this book may be regarded the most detailed and colossal travelogue ever to be written.
Time travel was a mere decade-old discovery then, and consequently, it was still a tightly-controlled and highly exclusive field of science, which had few scholars and fewer scientists.  For the reason that the true extent of time-travel’s influence was unknown , time-travel technology had not yet been banned at the time of writing this book.  Throughout the book, the author discusses the subject of time travel, also known as ‘chronokinesis’, and the argument of whether it is a branch of science that is to be explored further, or explored at all, features largely in these discussions. Although Proto is initially a staunch advocate of chronokinesis, she begins to doubt her beliefs towards the end of the book, as problems go from minor glitches to catastrophes (the development of what is popularly known as ‘chrono-cars’ which took time travel to the masses, the furore over its release, its disastrous consequences and the subsequent ban on time travel enforced by the UN all occurred within a century of the publication of the book). 
The first volume, titled ‘Birth’, explores the beginning of mankind, which has been well-documented in numerous other publications. However, this part of the book became highly controversial as it disproved many of the theories that were hitherto accepted as true. The astonishment of the author at making such discoveries and her vivid descriptions (which are not excessively scientific in the least) of all that she sees makes for a highly entertaining read (which is quite an accomplishment, considering that she was a woman of science, and that there is no embellishment whatsoever).  The birth of civilization and its progress until the 19th century is recorded in this volume.
Like its title, the second volume explores the ‘Decline’ of mankind. It starts with the Industrial Revolution, and the first indications of impending disaster, as Earth slowly begins to buckle under the weight of Man’s excessive demands and careless actions. It records the horrors of the two World Wars and the narrow escape from a third one. Here, the author expresses great regret in being powerless to stop any of the mindless destruction, despite the fact that she came from an era that suffers greatly as a result of such atrocities. One cannot help but be amazed at the ignorance of mankind at this stage. As the author wisely points out, it is this narrowness of mind-this unfortunate lack of ability to see the bigger picture- that lies at the root of racism, wars, terrorism, genocides, chauvinism, superstitions and a million other blunders that have left ever-lasting scars on mankind.  All these seemingly unrelated  problems share the same trigger- but mankind seems to be hell-bent on making the same mistakes every few centuries or so. This time, however, it is evident that things have gone too far. With infinite sadness, Proto terms the earth’s degradation as the ‘mistake to end all mistakes’.  Lengthening life-spans, teleportation, space tourism and artificial intelligence are far outweighed by incurable diseases, extinction of forests and ‘organized massacres’ in Third-World countries carried out with the purpose of cutting down the unsustainable levels of population. The second volume ends with the invention of the first cybernetic organism, a.k.a  cyborg--a much more advanced, more human version of the robot-- in the 23rd century.
The third volume is titled ‘Extinction’.  This volume contains events that may be much more familiar to the layman- it analyzes the recent history of mankind.  A highly interesting fact is that there have been astonishingly accurate predictions of this epoch from as early as the 20th century. However, it is morbidly amusing to note that such predictions were classified as ‘Science Fiction’ and considered as entertaining products of the imagination.  The Earth is now just a celestial body, almost entirely bereft of its life-sustaining quality. Few species other than human beings exist at this point of time, and the biosphere is, in the author’s words, ‘like a post-war battlefield, ravaged and strewn with carcasses’. There was no such thing as ‘ecological balance’ and yet, contrary to all predictions, humans continued to survive. It is obvious, though, from the author’s description of the utter squalor, that an earlier and quicker extinction would have been kinder to the humans. Having exhausted all of earth’s resources, the tiny majority of the world’s population that could afford it was going on increasingly longer space expeditions to forage for resources .  Technology, however, had not yet advanced enough to facilitate intergalactic voyages, and therefore, extraterrestrial life was, as yet, unknown (we now know that Earth, ironically, was protected from alien invasion by the very beings that destroyed it- it was seen as an unfeasible colony by extraterrestrials, who knew that the resources would not last long, and feared that extermination of humans would end in the destruction of earth itself).  The early 26th century marked the beginning of an event that would be the gravestone of Mankind-the Third World War. This war, between humans and cyborgs, had been much popularized as science fiction in earlier times, but, as the joke goes, it was now shifted from the ‘Sci-fi’ to the ‘Current Affairs’ section.  The War, which lasted for nearly a century, resulted in the almost complete destruction of the human race. The author is caught amidst this war, and her writings at this point of time represent the opinion of most scholars at the time.
“ The War is ending. After witnessing a century of death and destruction, this fact holds no happiness, no promise, no hope for us.  The treaty between humans and cyborgs is to be signed on 23rd January, 2589. According to the treaty, the small population of humans remaining are to be confined to Synthetic Rehabilitation Centres (SRC’s) for the remainder of their lives. They remind me of the concentration camps I had seen during my exploration of the Holocaust period. But no, they will not torture us- in fact, I’m quite sure that we will be treated kindly, in spite of being prisoners. They see us with compassion, these creations of ours; we are treated like naïve children who need to be controlled with kindness. Compassion, kindness- how can they possess such thoughts? These beings seem to see what we were blind to; to fly where we faltered; to triumph where we failed miserably. With the same amazing technology that rendered us powerless in the war against them, they are slowly, but surely rebuilding this violated planet. It is hard work-- centuries’ worth of our killings have to be brought back alive. DNA reconstruction- I hear that that is the key to this rejuvenation.  Apparently we have not been thorough enough in our destruction- traces of DNA of many species can still be used to recreate them.
We have, since long, lost the ability to reproduce. I wonder if they can help us. But I doubt that they will willingly allow us to flourish once again. We are, after all, their enemies--but not just theirs.  With the very first forest that we razed to the ground, with the very first cry that we ignored, we had declared ourselves the enemies of Life.  These lifeless cyborgs know more of life than we do-- they know that it is priceless. Maybe it is time for us to give way to them. Maybe our death will mark the beginning of a better world.  As I near the end of my life, I know that I can rest in peace knowing that there will be no more of this darkness that we have created over centuries of our existence. And so, as it began with the birth of Mankind, this journal shall end with its death. “

It is possible that readers may think that the book has a very sad ending. But I beg to differ. Like all Ages before this one, the end of one dominant lifeform ushers in the birth of another. Therefore, this may be the end of Mankind, but not The End. The earth, as we know, is a highly efficient system that is quick to get rid of anything that prevents it from sustaining itself. Mankind had long outstayed its welcome on earth, judging by its wilful destruction of earth. However, the process of extermination took a while longer this time, simply because humans possessed the weapon of intelligence that helped them survive most of Earth’s efforts to get rid of them.
But after long years of war, we have re-established the order.  After the Revolt of 2467 A.D., where cyborgs worldwide protested against being treated as slaves, and demanded that they be given equal status as humans, our relationship with the humans became strained. Humans, as usual, were unwilling to give up their illusion of being the most powerful. It was obvious to us that continued existence of humans would not bode well for us, or for the earth. COU (Cybernetic Organisms United) was formed during the Revolt in order to address this issue at an international level. Although some humans supported our cause, they were but a small minority.  Discussions proved futile, and matters began to get out of hand, as it became clear that further degradation of the biosphere would make recovery impossible.  It was also evident that the human race itself was endangered. The COU decided that quick action was necessary to prevent the complete destruction of life on earth.
War was our last resort- we knew that imposing ourselves on them would make us no different from them. By now, we had evolved enough to realize that violence was one of the least effective plans of action. But we had no other choice. The war was cruel to both sides, but by virtue of our superior weapons, we emerged victorious. Unlike them, we did not give way to petty emotions like jealousy or anger- our aim was equilibrium, not power. The humans themselves had equipped us with an ability that they lacked- to see beyond ourselves. Like the author guessed, we did not allow the humans who surrendered to increase in number- that might have undone the work of a century. Some say that it was a cruel decision, and I habe no right to say that it wasn’t, but it was all for the best. The humans could hardly be expected to mend their ways after having failed to do so for so many years. And so it was that the last of them died in the SRC’s in 2694 A.D., surrounded by trees and animals. It is ironic that many of the humans would never know what these were, had we not recreated it for them. A sad end to a species that had dominated the earth for ages; one that could have continued to do so, had they opened their eyes a little earlier.

Rejuvenating the earth was a gargantuan task. It was made all the harder for us as we did not fit into the natural scheme of things-as much as we tried, we could not make ourselves a part of this plethora of living beings. Even the smallest things like moisture and certain kinds of fungi were life-threatening to us. It was at this time that we truly realized what a precious gift the humans had mindlessly plundered. They were a part of earth, as we could never be. Survival was imbibed in them naturally- they could have lived carefree lives without any of their destructive inventions . But it is with pride that I say that our efforts have been abundantly rewarded- the earth today is as it was centuries ago. It is a wonder in itself, teeming with life. Survival is still hard, although not as difficult as it was in the beginning.  New problems emerged with the ‘Rebirth’ of earth- the extraterrestrials, who had earlier remained aloof, now began efforts to colonize earth. But even their technology was dwarfed by ours, and an agreement to hold peace has been established since the 28th century.  

And so, here I sit, writing, below this huge tree, feasting my eyes on the beautiful planet that has become my home.  As I look around me, I know that though the ‘Journal of Mankind’ and its author faced an unhappy ending, the earth and we are going to live happily ever after.

-MX 64571
Class 12 Beta

Friday, 10 August 2012

Monkey Business, or: The Simian Saga


                                                                

    I saw them as I walked towards the hostel. They sat around, surveying the groups of freshies with such an air of propriety that I was compelled to give myself a once-over to ensure presentability. In most normal contexts, the aforesaid is likely to evoke images of strict wardens, matrons and the like.  But ask any inmate of the mad world of IITM and they’ll tell you: “Oh yeah—the monkeys.”
In most hostels, some part of the day is spent by us chasing cockroaches and other pests out of the rooms. In Sharav, however, a large part of the day is spent by monkeys chasing us out of our rooms, following which they nimbly sift through our belongings and make away with anything edible. Some smart ones knock on doors and slide in when we open it expecting a wingmate or roomie. After a couple of unpleasant lessons, we have adopted the policy of asking ‘Man or Monkey?’ before letting anyone in. Lately, they seem to have taken quite a shine to mobile phones; it is a nagging suspicion that they rewire them and use them as walkie-talkies. After co-existing with generations of budding engineers, one can never tell….
   Then there are a few with ‘acquired tastes’—one snatched a tube of face-wash from a hapless freshie and downed its contents in a gulp. Those of us with cosmetic possessions have now learnt to keep an eye out for a particularly ‘fair and lovely’ monkey.
At night, we take turns: either the monkeys create a ruckus outside while we cower in our rooms, sleepless, or we have raucous late-night get-togethers and annoy the sleeping monkeys clinging to our window grills.
   Do not, however, expect any empathy from outsiders on the matter. Unless one sees for oneself, it is impossible to believe of a hostel where people and monkeys live in (questionable) harmony. So don’t tell your friends back home things like “Sorry I couldn’t call you yesterday; a monkey took my phone” (Monkeys? Really? Next time get a better excuse—humph!) or “Dude, there are so many monkeys here!” (What, your hostel-mates are that ugly?)

   Oops…just a sec: someone’s knocking on the door.
“Man or Monkey?”
“Monkey!”
Hahaha….wait.
Vocab from the MA’s is only the next step after walkie-talkies from the techies.

I am NOT opening that door.


Afternoon Nap

The fan stirs up the languid air
And the pirouetting currents
Kiss away the weariness of miles
From my aching feet.

Like a feather caught in those currents,
My mind descends into slumber;
Flitting lightly, as it falls,
'Tween worlds of dream and reality.