The infinite loop

Inspired by a post in a blog that I happened to read today. I suggest you read that for a better understanding of my post.
Read it here

Inspirations are hard to come by these days and I owe one to Krishnamurthy. If you happen to read this, "Thanks a bunch for stimulating my neurons. They had been very very lazy of late."

So here it goes, my sequel to his post.

I believed that human beings are the result of a similar effort, being created out of primitive creatures, eventually evolving into the current state of intelligence. Today human beings are intelligent enough, not only to exhibit features such as natural language processing, logical reasoning and decision making, learning, and much more; but also make intelligent systems of their own.

Some how this theory makes perfect sense to me. (Another proud computer engineer). So I have worked out something to support Krish and here it goes.

A mere neanderthal (a non intelligent computer)

• to a cave man capable of producing and understanding sounds (that is when natural language processing was embedded )

• to the stone and metal age man who was capable of creating scripts and store them (updated to include the magical ingredient for Knowledge Representation)

• to the first set of civilizations (when man first began to look for *reasons* in order to *stay together*)

• to the robust modern age man (adapting to changes in place, culture, food, and needless to say a trillion other things -> MAchiNe learning :P)

It is not insane to assume that contemporary computer engineers are trying to replicate the process in order to make computers intelligent. (Well of course only under restricted conditions; no one wants a Matrix trilogy on Earth! :-o)

The biologist in me is in no mood to nod. Here is what she asked "What if these had happened by an accidental/deliberate manipulation of the creature's inner stuff by the creature itself ?" (Thanks! You could not have been more confusing :D )

The chemist in me came rushing to her rescue. "It could have also been something like the hyper/hypo secretion of an enzyme or a climatic change or the accidental addition of a certain molecule" (Oh please do not tell me a Computer is going to be intelligent if we bury it deep in the arctic snow with a motherboard made of a different material :D )

Eitherways, I dont have an answer. Do you ?

Disclaimer: Pun Intended !

A big thank you to KV for letting me read his bro's blog :D

A Throb

My aorta picks up
blood in accord with
the new beat
and the veins are
glad to take the
loop and repeat.

I stand still
wondering if the
feel was pleasant
or a bummer.
.
.
Hey, are you the drummer?

P.S. Ahem ! :P

A rescue

I watch you
crushing his
helpless throat.
Your vicious eyes
beaming with gloat.

Unruffled, despite
attempting a sin,
you send down
an evil grin.

With his gasps
getting worse
every passing minute,
I couldn't afford to
stand in a mere mute.

I decide to end the row
before you taste his meat.
Sans hesitation, I grab
the keyboard and press
Ctrl+Alt+Delete.


Now that is how I feel every time MS Office 2007 chokes my system x-(

Conflict

HE "Smooth it is" "Spherical in shape" "It is dense. Feel it" "They call it LEAD"

SHE "Yes. Like a seed from the pod" Agrees with a nod Feels and seconds what he said "No, it is PLUMBUM. Haven t you read?"

Inspired by the leadshots that came flying out of my keyboard slider :P

Classic - 3

He strums with
incessant passion;

Magnetism and the ciruit
underneath, provide
perfect amplification

Strum stirs the soul !

The physics of music.
.
.
.
Classic.

P.S. A humble tribute to a powerful instrument: The electric guitar.

A note of contradiction

In reply to a certain comment by muthu

Read the comment here

No matter what

comes down from 

my pen;

an elegy or ode;

of loss, betrayal

or a gentle caress.

This is me

I write for pun.

Nothing more 

and nothing less

It is not pain that

rules this world.

There is irony,

absurdity and a

dozen other notions

less explored

You write of love

and the pain that follows;

I will stay back 

and let my pen present

the deprived with

a deserving halo.

Ah and I know you'll not agree to this. 

But this is what I am and will be.

Blood stain

I had not written anything off late, save reading other blogs and commenting. Been a lifetime since I visited the realm of writing, the Writers Lounge. No excuses for the fault lies with me. I am not completely back to blogosphere yet.

I stare at your 

crimson blood still 

staining my 

guilty palm.

I regret and repent

yet remain in a

ghastly calm.

In a moment or two

I shall wash you

off my hand.

You will fade away

leaving behind  the

blood strand.

I remember you

never had issues

with me

yet I crushed, pounded

and eventually

killed you, Mehendi.