Siddhartha Gauthama

How to not solve a problem???? My dear readers, it is a shame that ever since our childhood, we are always taught, especially in those monstrous mathematics classes, how to solve a problem. But sooner or later we realize, that the real problem is to know, how to not solve a problem. You might be a politician who knows you can’t get rid of unemployment. You may be the head of a philanthropic organization who knows you can’t improve the environment. Or you might be a CEO who knows you can’t stop plundering your employees. Then arises the need for this most useful skill "how to not solve a problem". Sorry, sorry my bad. "How to keep solving a problem forever". First you gather all the involved parties and debate over the existence of problem. Once you realize that you can not deny the fact that there is a problem, you unwillingly admit to it. Only if you fail to delocalise the problem, you localise it. Now you try to forget the actual solution of the problem, as you kn...

I'm an optimist, in the face of reality I poke my eyes I'm an activist, I fight for the freedom of those who can't think for themselves I'm a humanist, I fight to mitigate the suffering of those ailed for eternity I'm a philanthropist, I strive for the good of the greatest evil I'm an innovator, I create things for those obsessed with destruction I'm a doctor, I save lives of those habitual killers I'm a seeker, I seek truth only to build a defence against it I'm an enlightened soul, my greatest wisdom being of it's lack in myself I'm an artist, I transcend the limitations of myself, only to be found in someone's perception. I'm a hamster on the wheel of life, running to feed my need for purpose.

"that is because you *see* Watson, but you don't *observe*." Sherlock Holmes' most famous line. You can see Dr. Arthur C Doyle speaking here, as he parallels the most cliched line in any medical college. "The eyes see only what the mind knows" a line injected into every medical student, more so, to a student of Pathology. Only when we know what to look for, do we search for it, and then find what has been staring at us all the while. While this is indeed true, not everything becomes clearer as we search. There are things that Sherlock Holmes, the expert observer, could not find. "Hence the cocaine. I cannot live without brain-work. What else is there to live for?"says Sherlock. In his opinion, solving crime is the only way of life worth living. While Sherlock was solving crimes in Baker street, Henry D Thoreau was doing nothing in concord, and was doing it well. He had a different opinion about seeing and finding things. "Will you be a reader,...

As I moved into the cave, I was surprised to see that it was already occupied. He looked strong and threatening, and gave me an anxious look. Certainly he was surprised at the intruder. A mixture of fear and anger is all I could make out on his hairy face. I was distracted by the strong stench that filled the cave. It was revolting. I met several people of my kind, but none of them had such a stench. They smelled like the forest, fresh and soothing. I rushed out of the cave for a breath of air. I tried to slow my pacing heart. The stench seemed to have an affect of fear as well. It started to get darker and darker. The falling snow reminded me of my mother. "Move into a cave, as soon as it starts to snow" her last words. Never understood why she was so persistent about the winter. The seventeen winters that I had been through were all short and relatively warm. Infact, I've never seen it snow before. But, this winter, they say, is going to be harsh and long. I gathered my...

PROGRESS It was a night of celebration. The full moon was shining bright on the still waters. The huge fire by the river bank was fuming with passion, holding serenity at bay. By the fire stood a huge pot, full of fuel. Fuel that burned inhibitions away. It was an invaluable brew made from the sweet potatoes gathered over the year. At the center of the group stood Manu, drinking heavily. Not because he had any inhibitions to get over, but because he had a girl to impress. She was dancing, going around the pyre, along with her sisters. She had a grace that always made her standout form the rest, and with the fire illuminating her feminine beauty, no wonder all the eyes were fixed on her. Manu had been trying to get her hand since a month, but Shiva, another suitor was his main competition. They had been rounding up each other for some time, and that night might be their last duel. Shiva was sitting near the bank gazing at full moon. Though not very popular among the gro...