How to Raise Scientists

What’s life without the world within us, a perpetually unfolding space that is the kaleidoscope to our reality? Children, being so free from the constraints of adulthood, roam in and out of this space without care, bringing traces from one world to another. These are the years of soft imaginings; of observing the world like a sponge which takes in all that it can take, without the pretense of an intellectual or the fear of being wrong.

At the same time, we are taught that these meanderings are nothing but child-like tendencies to understand the world. As we step into adulthood, we are transforming our minds to be computation tools to synthesize information, leaving the imaginations behind and forgetting that these kinds of meanderings, too, still remain to be the most fertile space to understand the world.

Scientists too are vivid imaginators. From Carl Sagan to Albert Einstein, the greatest scientists agree on a crucial thing – the role of imaginations to create space for theories and calculations. Carl Sagan lamented the ways parents dismissed children’s quirky questions, while Einstein had understood for a long time that “creativity is intelligence at play.” So what’s a better way to learn about this fluid spectrum of creativity and intelligence than to peek into some of the greatest scientists’ early beginnings; their first steps of fascination towards the worlds of invisible matters.

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Introducing The Time Series

I’m fascinated with Time. This thing that rules over our world and limits our life. It’s always a question whether it is relative or not.

Time is such a big word for me. To me, it encompasses, identity, memory, consciousness, god-likeness, collective consciousness, universal purpose, and even universal truth. It’s an enemy to us humans because it entraps us into this limited entity in both time and space, but it’s also a friend because it is the medium onto which ideas grow. “Only Time can tell.” It’s a living mystery that conceals or unveils the truth.

Time is also an especially fascinating subject when we relate it to memory and identity. The memories of the past are just remnants of what we assume happened. Our perceptions of ourselves in the past are skewed. The stories we tell ourselves speak more about who we want to be than who we actually are. So we perpetually walk on this ever-changing sense of identity and this often makes us feeling fussy.

So in this series, again, I wrote few things in fiction about time. Many of these were actually written years ago, yet in my head, they are very much about Time.

Enjoy.