A short Hindi rant about why social media's never-ending stream of urgency is a mayajaal.
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When you compete with someone, you become more like them. The longer you compete, the more you resemble each other.
My father recently went to a school reunion. Everyone there, like him, was in their seventies.
Someone wrote to me responding to my view that the capitalistic intent behind AI companies will send them down the same path of monopolisation as some previous information technologies, like social media.
We are a little strange, no?
There was a short fantasy film some time ago on YouTube called Ahalya. I won't spoil it for you, but I am reminded of the feeling of being stuck inside my own body, unable to communicate that I am a human being.
A rough bundle of thoughts about what I learned in 2024 that I am taking with me into 2025.
A short monologue on technology, the need to be human, and whether a great future can be built on top of tech utopianism.
I was speaking to someone about the kind of issues we often have with our parents and chanced upon an expression of the problem that I had not used earlier.
We have this running theme that AI is going to help us fix the world. That AI is going to solve problems like climate change or bring the cure to cancer and things like that.
To you and I, the world makes sense. Gods are good, demons are bad, and people are helpless before either. Bodhi knows better. ☆ Written by Vijayendra Mohanty ☆ Cover art by Pradeep Yadav
The problem with tech bros looking to decide the fate of all humans is that they lack the multiple perspectives that are necessary to gain a holistic understanding of the human world. I am not claiming to have access to all those perspectives either, but then again, I am not looking to tell the tech bro how he should live his professional life.
I was looking to write something and felt stuck, so I asked ChatGPT to pretend to be an alien and ask me questions. Basically, I used it as a source of writing prompts. Questions it asked me are in italics. My answers are in regular type.
We keep wondering why aliens have not made contact with us. And we keep wondering why we have not been able to find intelligent life in the universe. But do we even know what we are looking for?
Some time ago, on an episode of Game of Thrones, Sam and Gilly were walking back to the wall from the far North. To pass the time, Sam the nerd starts telling Gilly all that he knows about the wall and the history of the night's watch. He knows dates, names, and events of key importance. This amazes Gilly. To her, the fact that Sam can know all these things by simply looking at small squiggly lines on paper, is nothing short of magic. As someone who writes to convey ideas and is rather acutely aware that every word he writes will outlive him by centuries, I often find myself struck by this very same sense of amazement. Writing is a powerful kind of magic that transcends the limits of a human lifespan.
I cannot remember when or from whom I heard this, but it was a response by an older writer to a younger writer. It went like this: “Do you want to be a writer? Or do you want to write?”
I think we have made too much out of ‘authenticity’. In fact, we may have made more out of it than we should have. We are told to be authentic on social media, but ask yourself, do you really want to see people’s authentic selves? I know I don’t. I want to see good people’s authentic self. I don’t want to see the authentic selves of fascists and casteists and homophobes and transphobes. They can stay in the closet till they fucking die.
I was speaking to a chatbot the other day (because humans are stupid) and it told me (in response to a very directed prompt) that perhaps the way forward was for humans to give up trying to be better than AI at the things that they have so far thought of as being uniquely human achievements. Perhaps a Buddhism-flavoured religion of the future will be all about freeing oneself from this attachment to credit and accomplishment.
Our evolutionary history, stretching back as it does millions of years, has not been fair to us, and why should it be, when fairness is our own fragile invention? Nevertheless, since, I am human, I hereby give myself permission to complain about it.
I have been trying to get rid of my smartphone habit for some time. Here's the latest attempt.
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