We were meant to spin forever

 

And we too are walking like others before
slowly across the bridge with heavy hearts
holding words but souls ready to pour;
we who thought
were two wheels of a bicycle
and will spin forever and will break the lore. 

Bicker Masala

 

Arun Kumar

 

There is a saying that the amount of bickering between humans is inversely proportional to how high the stakes are. The lower the stakes, the more bickering.  I am not making this up. This is something known as Sayre's law.

 

The saying is generally used in the context of academia where the department politics puts politics at the world stage to shame.

 

And what is the bickering in academia for? Aiming to become the department Chair? Or perhaps a financial grant to support a graduate student and to add papers to the CV?

 

Does one think that being the department Chair gives one the power to lord over others?

 

Mind you, bickering over small things is the state of affairs among the most educated people society has to offer. These are people who hold PhD degrees (also referred to as the terminal degree) from prestigious universities. These are the people who are supposed to set an example and guide us to a higher level of consciousness and lead us common folks out from the darkness but...

 

...like the rest of us, these stalwarts of society fall prey to the same basic human instincts, one of them being the desire to be the leader of the pack.

 

In all of us, there continues to be an unshakable desire to be the alpha male and the PhD’s are no exceptions.

 

The deeply rooted desire to be the leader of the pack is the desire that served our genes well along our evolutionary trajectory. You see, the basic purpose of genes is to carry their lineage forward and traits that help achieve that, over time, evolve to become automated behavioral preferences.

 

Being an alpha male and being at the top of the pack can bring us some privileges - access to more resources (think food), access to more mating partners. These privileges have the consequence that the genes have a better chance of propagating forward.

 

We may or may not be aware, the constructs of human minds are shaped by the basic desire of genes that themselves are only self-replicating molecules that have no thinking mechanism per se.

 

But over time, parts of human consciousness have been slowly molded by the invisible hands of a potter, who without an understanding of what he is trying to create, follows the instructions from the genes.

 

The pace of social evolution has advanced at a much faster rate than the timescale on which the evolution of genes takes place, and we have not adjusted to the new paradigm of a society that is no longer a hunter gatherer. But could one ever be free of such gut level instincts that helped us during our days as hunter-gatherers, e.g., the instinctive desire to be the leader of the pack?

 

Assuming that we would not self-destruct and continue to survive as a species, given enough time would we rise about the traits that genes and natural selection promoted in the past but may no longer be required or beneficial anymore?

 

The argument that we will not change could be made based on a plausible assumption that resources are always limited, and survival and efficiency of procreation, is a fight to corner limited resources. In this fight someone would always want to be the leader of the pack, and in academic departments, there will always be a bickering to be the Chair.

 

Is there a solution? There may be one.

 

The solution is to send faculty members to one week retreat where they are reminded of their mortality. It is only when confronted with their finiteness that they will realize how futile, and petty our bickering for inconsequential outcomes is.

 

I am not being cheeky. When we wake up in the morning and remind ourselves that one day we will no longer be around, it could result in a powerful change of our perspective. That reminder has the power to be the antidote of Sayer’s law. It can make us cognizant of the fact that low stakes are just that – low - and are not worth bickering over.

 

I am positive that if everyone reminded themselves that they are mortal, this world would be a much better place.

 

Ciao.

Don’t live under the canopies of banyan trees

 

Present is always
struggling to grow
living in the shadows
of the future
and its evil twin,
the past.

What it does not know,
that nothing grows
under the dense canopies
of banyan trees.

What it needs
is to move over
and breath under
blue skies, and be,
mindfully free.

Turning ten minutes into forever

 

Don’t just walk along 

the entire beachfront

it is not meant to be conquered

it would much prefer 

that you sit down

and take ten minutes 

and have a look 

at the clouds, and the horizon

and watch the waves

climbing up the sands

get tired and recede;

And if you do 

then maybe someday

the images would become 

part of a poem,

turning those ten minutes

into forever.