The title is a Hindi (language) expression meaning 'this world of ours'. Famously sung in poetry by erstwhile poets and today a topic of consternation for the global leaders when it comes to its state and its imminent future. It is today inhabited by the highest order of organic beings which is us humans (I know right?) and we seem to have lost our way in minding its ongoing stability and health. Home to 8 billion of our kind it is largely occupied above an imaginary line called the equator with some 90% of our species occupying a land mass that is merely twice as big as in the southern part of the globe. So clearly it is crowded up here. We can handle the crowds but when it comes to geo political stability and well being it is quite a harsh story. While overall metrics for life expectancy and education and wealth across the planet have gone up over time the distribution among sapiens is far from perfect. Most world order post WWII concluded that the collaboration betw...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!