Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Castles in the Air

A heart so big
A mind so small.
In a life so short
Light-years it may take to reach
And I hope and hope to reach.
                       
I walk and walk in the path so dark
I fall and rise from the pits that came in as a shock
Light-years it may take to reach
And I hope and hope to reach.

Hardly have I remembered the lustrous star
Lost in the unpromising subsistence
Light-years it may take to reach
And I hope and hope to reach.

The more I perceive
The gloomier it gets.
Light-years it may take to reach
And I hope and hope to reach.

To perceive is to suffer so it be
The hope of hope is with me.
 Light-years it may take to reach
And I hope and hope to reach.

Monday, 5 March 2012

Soul Steel

Law of conservation of energy states that energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. It changes from one form to another in terms of what we intend to do it. Sometimes my instincts say that even things we have categorized as non living things which possess some internal energy, also does have a soul in it.
        The cosmic evolution states that the universe is homogeneous meaning it is uniform everywhere. The state of being is same at any point in any huge level you can think of. But we humans have taken us in a direction where we are trying to differentiate ourselves in very microscopic level as possible even culturally. I really wonder whether we are living here or its just a fantasy of the thought process created by the reaction of the gases in and outside the body we live in and I also wonder how with such micro thoughts, the concept of god is introduced in our system which is the whole. Lets leave this here cos this isn’t what I intended to share. So basically though not all that seriously, I find non living things lively. When they possess an internal energy, they also possess a soul.
        I, a metallurgist, am in love with the steel I make each day. A new born baby is thoughtless, mindless and a source of high energy level. he is said to have very high level of consciousness can be considered as God which is very much in harmony with the cosmos. Biologically a body is dead or alive depending on whether there is circulation of oxygen in the body. the circulation of oxygen in a newly born baby projects him in the purest form of being, the so called god. What he become later on depends on the ambiance he grows in. his thought process; he being good or bad everything depends on it. And so is my steel. I’m a primary steel maker which means I’m as good as a pregnant woman giving birth to a child. A steel is steel when I create an ambiance where it comes to life. I don’t know if some dead animal has started to walk again but everyday, at work, I see a dead metal come to life in my furnace. It comes to life in an atmosphere  of pure oxygen. As a matter of fact, there is more oxygen in the furnace for the steel to live than for me to breathe in the control room where there is a high carbon monoxide level of 200ppm. Just like a pregnant woman losing her breath when she delivers a baby isn’t it. :)
        Life, either inside me of in the steel I make depends on whether we breathe oxygen. And the sheer pleasure to see the birth of life, a vibrant fresh and pure form of energy being evolved, is incomparable. I see god everyday.
        Many say it is a curse to be working in a steel plant. Yes, the working atmosphere in the shop floor has taken its toll on my health. But I don’t know why I’m here.. but I tell you one thing for sure.. I find great joy making my steel; to create life in a metal.. to see a soul in steel.. to see God in that fraction of a  moment.. makes me realize that the cosmos is homogeneous whatever or however our thought process changes.. life is the same either inside you or a metal. in our day to day life its understandable that we don't see life in a metal but it will be not wise to see fellow living beings in the same way. respect all. remember, you are nothing when there is no oxygen left in you. 

 my steel.. Soul steel..

        This is dedicated to all those who loathe me that I’m here.. to all those who loathe me as a steel maker..

Love you all.
Live every moment.
Karthik vasan b.