Rime of the Unvoiced


In love he tried with all his might.

For things were inching towards benight

All kin around, yet none think akin

Caught was he, amisdt the right,wrought and skin
‘You need to talk’, sophists would retort

With all their blinders, where would he start?

The love and pain in layers he pent

Will slowly morph into rage,searching a vent
Slamming and kicking the non sensient

Signs of the monster that lie latent

All he needed was love and ears

Life life everywhere, not a soul to hear
With time and rust the flow would clot

Still none to heed, his layers would rot

How long can he wait to be heard?

And so he turned mum,hit hard by the truth:

Life life everywhere, not a soul to hear

Life life everywhere, not a soul to hear

The greatest speech will never be voiced

For now, his soul rests here!!



Coming Of Age


The inward travel, in search of the long lost you.

The deeper you dive, the darker it gets.

All those pains, in phases life spew.

Those adolescent learning from days of fret.

You wade through the known looking for unknown.

Following a map whilst truth is uncharted.

This crass lasts a little long,

And all of a sudden you stop yet fall,path altered.

You feel guilt, you feel pain,

you are afraid like never before.

You momentarily curse,this unwelcome chain.

You keep falling until you forget who you are.

In that lapse you come to a halt,

Devoid all ties and just the core.

A distant light, winks and taunts

With all might left, forward you trot

All this to what? To meet the you,you knew not.

Everything you knew was all a mirage,

And all time is now thus now is real.

You ought to believe albeit surreal,

For you just met god and came of age

And no longer belong to the mortal cage.


Ram~ Knight 4ever

The CBC TABLOG 2 : One aspect of Chennai that I would like to change

This post has been published as a part of ‘The CBC Tablog – 2. Where a group of bloggers from CBC  Chennai Bloggers Club) have come together to write on the topic – “One aspect of Chennai that I would like to change”




The Baton was passed on to me by Gayu Venkat who is claims to be a Juvenile Dreamer and a Jejune Sketcher who loves to find happiness in small things.You can read her post here


 So, what aspect of Chennai I want to change? Hmmm..Let me try a relative sketch here.

Though born in Chennai, I grew up in a tier 2 city where people enjoyed many luxuries of nature that  Chennai vaasis don’t.  The biggest luxury of all was the interconnectedness that every occupant of a particular locality shared. I still remember how many families lived in my street for every time there was an Independence Day celebration, all the kids in the colony will team up for “collection” and the money collected thus will be spent on organizing games and fun events for every age group.  Every game would have it’s season except for cricket for it was a perennial sport.  Two months for Top and Marbles ( Bambaram & Goli), Two months for Badminton and Gilli, and last few months of the year would be dedicated to making  Manja ( String used for fighter kites ) and Kite flying , endlessly running behind every single kite that loses the deal with a long pole or Kavvankal (a stone tied to a Manja string to pull kites stuck between tree branches or electric poles ) . These were the constant ones, other games like kabaddi ,Ice boys, Seven Stones, Countries will pop up depending upon the collective mood of the colony. If anyone one falls ill, the entire colony will know and at least half a dozen grannies from the colony will visit with some homemade remedy or some wise advice. There was something in everyone of the colony that kept us interconnected and that is what I think Chennai has lost in the name of growth and modernization. Now Chennai must have had it too but when and why did it lose it?  My guess, the city has become too fast. Too fast to even stop for a moment and help someone who has just tripped, get up. Too fast even know who your neighbors are. Too fast to even acknowledge the new hairdo your wife had had hoping you would notice. Too fast to have a proper dinner with family every night. Too fast to stop for a moment and relish the subtleties of present than can give you happiness for a lifetime.  It is this pace that I would like to change in Chennai. This pace is killing the present generation from true learning.  Just like a wisecrack once said ,“It puts them all in a rat race and in the end, no matter you win, you end up being just a rat”

I see lions turning into rats deluded by this pace. So if you ask me, I wish Chennai slows down a bit. A bit enough for the human touch and feeling of interconnectedness to seep in.

I now pass the baton to Prashanth Ashok who happens to be a very close friend of mine. Known for the super friendly aura that he carries, he is fondly called as the Singapore Santa by fellow CBCians. One can talk about anything under the sun to him for his ears are as big as his heart. He blogs at  AP’s (S)crap


Less Known Science : Is intelligence genetic?

morphic resonance

There was a boy who lived next to our house in Trichy whom I never saw playing. Forget playing, I hardly saw him in the first place. There were few occasions when I did see him and am pretty sure he had a textbook in his hand. His room was pretty close my room and I have often (read daily) heard his mother barging into his room and talking high about a certain boy called Pravesh who happens to be from the same class as her son. A typical conversation would go like this :

Mom : You haven’t given your daily chemistry test . You know that you are weak in organic chemistry don’t you?
Son: Maaa… Its Sunday ma. Plzzzz
Mom: Did you skip eating because it is Sunday?
Son: Ma plzzz.. don’t start it again.
Mom: I was talking to Pravesh’s mom today morning. He is giving full test every Sunday.
Son: He doesn’t have to study like me. His parents went to IIT, he is a born genius.
Mom: His grandparents were illiterate farmers. Don’t talk like a Know-It-All!!

After a series of thuds there would be a brief silence and a few minutes later I would hear distant guttural mumbling of a hyperventilated mom.
I am pretty sure that many would have experienced or at least come across such drama before, but have you ever wondered whether intelligence can be genetically transferred?
You would have definitely come across many intelligent couples having intelligent offspring or a musical genius having a lineage of sons, daughters, grandchildren who are good at music. This doesn’t necessarily mean that intelligence or music runs in blood AKA genetically transferred.
Ever since Francis Crick and James Watson explained the structure of DNA many have lauded it as the discovery of the book of life which many mainstream scientists still hold on to. However, after 5 decades when the human genome project came into picture, the book of life turned out to be considerably less extensive than had been anticipated. Instead of the expected 100,000 genes, it was proposed that it contains less than 30,000. It is believed that genes, along with environmental conditions, determine morphology and behavior. Often the environmental conditions are disregarded by many and they tend to assume that behavioral and cognitive traits are genetically transferred from parents to offspring and it runs in blood. When it can be true with respect to morphology; Intelligence and behavior and even the so called hereditary genetic illness need not necessarily be so.
Imagine that our genes were merely building blocks, and a greater intelligence is in charge of whether or not we can crack the toughest of the examinations with ease or throw a basketball from the free throw line and every time it’s a shoot, or die very early like your family members due to a genetic predisposition of a hereditary illness.
If you were hoping that am going to talk about god then in a sense YES. The collective consciousness that runs through everyone one of us pretty much meets every standard that qualifies one as god. We often tend to neglect it as a determinant.
Instead of our lives being determined by our genes, they are more likely determined by what science now calls Epigenetics. Our genes grow in a soup of resonant fields created by thoughts and intentions. Rupert Sheldrake, the noted biologist and author of over 80 scientific papers on the subject has been trying for long to break through this dogma. According to him:
Organisms inherit a memory from previous systems like how humans acquire behavioral traits from cultural and traditional conditioning. He calls this system MORPHIC RESONANCE.


“MORPHIC RESONANCE is a process whereby self-organising systems inherit a memory from previous similar systems. In its most general formulation, morphic resonance means that the so-called laws of nature are more like habits. The hypothesis of morphic resonance also leads to a radically new interpretation of memory storage in the brain and of biological inheritance. Memory need not be stored in material traces inside brains, which are more like TV receivers than video recorders, tuning into influences from the past. And biological inheritance need not all be coded in the genes, or in epigenetic modifications of the genes; much of it depends on morphic resonance from previous members of the species. Thus each individual inherits a collective memory from past members of the species, and also contributes to the collective memory, affecting other members of the species in the future.”
– Rupert Sheldrake

It got way too technical didn’t it? Let me explain it in a simple way sans all the scientific jargon through the story I started this article with.

Pravesh is not intelligent because his parents were intelligent and they transferred it through their genes to him. He was intelligent because he grew up in a system/field that had intelligent beings (parents) right from his childhood. His brain developed in a highly intelligent environment which was a resonant field created by his parents by virtue of their cognitive and analytic abilities that earned them their places in India’s topmost technical institute.

Dr. Bruce Lipton, a controversial biologist, has pointed out that one set of gene blueprints can result in over 30,000 different possible outcomes. In multiple adoption studies conducted in the 1880s and 1990s it was found that children in the same family have an important causal role in gene expression, regardless of their biological origins.

Researchers found that even children who did not have particular gene combinations that would predispose them to certain types of cancer, but were adopted into families that had attitudes or prevalent emotions that resulted in this health outcome – also often developed the same cancers as their host families did. Social context also played a significant role in whether these adopted children developed a disease. It was surprisingly uncommon for the genes themselves to play out deterministic health scenarios.

Genes are not locked into a specific code. Gene activity, can change on a daily basis, and does. The heretofore accepted scientific paradigm of genetic determinacy is being turned on its head. As Lipton explains in a lecture:


Not convinced?

In a study published in the journal Psychoneuroendocrinology, “after 8 hours, meditators showed a range of genetic and molecular differences, including reduced levels of pro-inflammatory genes. This correlates with faster physical recovery from a stressful situation.”
There are now over 100 music neuroimaging studies from which it is clear that the brains of musicians and non-musicians differ. These relate to size, morphology, density, connectivity, and function that occur throughout the brain and support a range of cognitive processes that are often improved in musicians.
Now…does becoming a musician cause the brain to change, or do musicians have different brains to begin with? Try putting a pin there ;)


Source :

1. Wikipedia
2. New Illuminati Blog
3. wakingtimesDOTcom


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Ram~ knight4ever

Less Known Science : Seeing Music, Tasting Color and Painting Like A Child

How would it be if we can see music? Or taste colors? Or touch emotions?

Our senses generally functions separately. The fragrance/voice of your loved one can lighten and brighten you up. We can see a flower bloom and perceive the ripeness of a fruit by its color, hear the sound of danger. Every sense has its own characteristics and functions independently, but there are few for whom these bodily senses are merged.
Franz Liszt, a Hungarian pianist, composer and conductor, was well renowned in Europe during the early nineteenth century for his virtuosic skill as a pianist. He was considered to be the most technically advanced pianist by his contemporaries.

Franz Liszt

When Liszt first began as Kapellmeister (Conductor) in Weimar (1842), it astonished the orchestra that he said,

“O please, gentlemen, a little bluer, if you please! This tone type requires it!”

Or sometimes….

“That is a deep violet, please, depend on it! Not so rose!”

First the orchestra believed Liszt was just joking but later they got accustomed to the fact that the great musician saw colours where to others there were only tones.

Arthur Rimbaud, a famous and mysterious French poet in his sonnet “Vowels” assigned color to each vowel:

A black, E white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels,
I shall tell, one day, of your mysterious origins!



Mysterious, because he started writing poems at a very young age, while still in primary school, and stopped completely before he turned 21. He was mostly creative in his teens (17-20).

“His genius, its flowering, explosion and sudden extinction, still astonishes” (quote in wiki)

They are just a couple of examples of great masters in whom the bodily senses tend to overlap .There are many others who walk among us with similar capabilities.


A study from the University of California, San Diego, suggests infants perceive the world differently than adults. For them, the senses are joined.

The authors of the study, Katie Wagner and Karen R. Dobkins, observe that early childhood development is characterized by “a period of exuberant neural connectivity” that may facilitate “arbitrary sensory experiences in infants that are unlike anything experienced by typical adults.” These experiences are similar to the condition found in some adults that is known as Synesthesia, a neurological condition in which two or more bodily senses are merged.
Famous neuroscientist,Dr. V.S. Ramachandran , in his book,The Tell Tale Brain, writes that these so-called synesthetes live in a wonderland between reality and fantasy. They taste colors, see sounds, hear shapes, and touch emotions in myriad combinations. He also goes a step further and argues that we are all Synesthetes .The use of metaphors like ‘feeling green’  ‘Hot Babe’, ‘Flat Soda’,  and our ability to understand and deliver pun and seeing art as analogy for  work of nature is the basis of all creative thought. This leaves us wondering if great masters and artists and poets are all in a way synesthetic?


Pablo Picasso once said,

“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child”

Picasso understood the richness that lies in synesthetic perception which is nothing like the ordinary. It takes something very special to be that, something that would make you a master not because you have perfected an art, but because you have learnt to be one with reality. You have learnt be like a child, like a synesthetic .


Metaphysical Poetry : The long pending prelude!


Metaphysical poetry


There have been many instances where people have asked me why my poems are complex and often fly above their head.
When I explain  that they belong to a specific genre called as metaphysical poetry and I am not even halfway up its learning curve,they find the latter part of my explanation more convincing and nod with a smile.Their non verbal cue doesn’t generally mean that they understood. It simply means :  “Oh! Its you who is not good at it. For a moment I thought I was dumb” :P

My love for such poems makes me crave for an audience who can appreciate and maybe take up this genre when they pen one. With that intention am writing this post to spread a little awareness about this genre.


A Metaphysical Poem is a one which uses abstract ideas and metaphors with wit in a way that it directs a reader into a frame wherein he/she can have multiple interpretations.

By nature they are complex and would appear as if the they have been constructed using dissimilar images.

The basic idea behind the usage of such far fetched similes and metaphors is to make the readers think, rather than just impressing them with wordplay and expression.

As a person who believes in Learning as a lifestyle than a function, I generally pen my poems in this genre.

Famous Metaphysical Poets

The metaphysical poets were eclipsed in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries by romantic and Victorian poets, but twentieth century readers and scholars, seeing in the metaphysicals an attempt to understand pressing political and scientific upheavals, engaged them with renewed interest.In his essay “The Metaphysical Poets,” T. S. Eliot, in particular, saw in this group of poets a capacity for “devouring all kinds of experience.”

Of all the poets in this genre, John Donne (1572 – 1631) is my all time favorite and most of my works are inspired from his.

He was the most influential metaphysical poet. His personal relationship with spirituality is at the center of most of his work, and the psychological analysis and sexual realism of his work marked a dramatic departure from traditional, genteel verse.

Few others

George Herbert (1593 – 1633) and Andrew Marvell (1621 – 1678) were remarkable poets who did not live to see a collection of their poems published. Herbert, the son of a prominent literary patron to whom Donne dedicated his Holy Sonnets, spent the last years of his short life as a rector in a small town. On his deathbed, he handed his poems to a friend with the request that they be published only if they might aid “any dejected poor soul.” Marvell wrote politically charged poems that would have cost him his freedom or his life had they been public. He was a secretary to John Milton, and once Milton was imprisoned during the Restoration, Marvell successfully petitioned to have the elder poet freed. His complex lyric and satirical poems were collected after his death amid an air of secrecy.

Poets info Source  : poetsDOTorg


With the hope that this little information would have changed you view about metaphysical poetry or at least kindled an interest in you to read this genre,I am posting an old poem of mine which is close to my heart. Would love to know how it appealed and your interpretations of it :)

Ockham’s Ball

The harder he tried, the harder it got
way too engrossed, he understood not.

He tried throwing fast, he tried throwing slow.
It never landed right, what can he do now?

“Its just a rubber ball”, he heard someone say
Oh yes! Its a rubber ball, with a smile he swayed.

With the same ease it left his hand, it landed back safe
He smiled within, it would forever remain a gaffe
Ram~Knight 4ever

Less Known Science : The Superman Memory crystal and mysteries of Ancient Humans


Yesterday’s fiction is today’s reality.Many wildest fictious gadgets of the past have later become reality .Books and films are filled with such examples,


  • Jules Verne came up with the idea of a fax machine in 20000 leagues under the sea*


  • Arthur C. Clarke talked and wrote extensively about Geostationary satellites,


  • and Edward Bellamy’s novel featured telephone and credit cards far before its time.


  • In 2002, Phillip K. Dick’s short story was produced into the Hollywood movie called Minority Report. In the film, a computer allows the user to virtually drag and drop objects in a holographic screen which is now a reality.



The most recent of all, researchers at the University of Southampton have announced that they are able to store and retrieve huge amounts of five dimensional data on quartz crystals.

They have nicked it “Superman memory crystal” – after the “memory crystals” used as storing devices in the Superman films.They claim that using ultra-fast lasers, we can now encode a piece of quartz with 5D information in the form of nano-structured dots separated by only one millionth of a meter.If their claims are true, then,
the storage allows unprecedented parameters including 360 TB/disc data capacity, thermal stability up to 1000°C and practically unlimited lifetime.

superman memory crystals


The fact that humans have now stumbled upon something that would survive the human race is as thrilling as the fact that our ancestors might have done the same thing in the distant past.


In few of my previous posts I have discussed about the possibility of a highly evolved and a far more sophisticated and technologically advanced civilizations existing in our antiquity. Our history is filled with artifacts and religious metaphors that point towards the possibility of the same.The Sumerians talk about extraterrestrial beings whom they call Annunaki (star gods).Vedic texts are filled with divine beings called DEVAS who come in flying vehicles called vimanas.There are biblical references which suggests alien visitations  and the list is endless.

Now,this wonderful discovery that enables us to store huge amount of data that can be retrieved even after millions of years, makes us think about the possibility our ancestors doing same hoping we would retrieve it someday.

It is indeed rational to question the possibility of such an advances race existing in antiquity. Modern archaeological findings supporting this idea are aplenty .


Michael Cremo in his book,Forbidden Archaeology: The Hidden History of Human Race published in 1993, discusses extensively about how archaeologists and geologists have unearthed skeletal remains and fossilized human imprints that predates the Jurassic age debunking Darwin’s theory of evolution.He also discusses on how they have been unscrupulously silenced by mainstream scientist as it negates the entire tenet of their belief and research framework.

1.8 million yrs old skull      

110 Million yrs old fossilized imprint of human palm
110 Million yrs old fossilized imprint of human palm


Our ancient history is filled with architectural and technological marvels that are impossible to achieve even with the so called superior technological advancement of the 21st century.To quote a few :

1.The Great Pyramid
2.The Longyou Caves
3.The Baalbek Enigma
4.The Iron Pillar of Delhi,India
5.Nan Malod
6.Pumapunku and Tiwanaku
7.The Nazca lines
the list is endless……….

Klaus Dona, an Austrian who devoted his life in collecting artifacts that throws light on unsolved mysteries of human past,  has a baffling collection of artifacts including a pyramid with the an eye like the one that appears on a one dollar(US) bill.

Pyramid eye


There are several documentaries on these artifacts that suggest that human life existed far beyond the time frame our mainstream scientists believe.

klerksdorp Sphere    Gene Plate    Brainwave Flute

500000 yrs_Spark Plug12000 yrs old map


You can watch this video to get a better idea about these artifacts.



It definitely appears as if our ancestors were far more technologically advanced and knew lot more about the secrets that nature holds than modern humans.
Am just spit balling here, what if… what if our ancestors knew that quartz crystal can store huge amount of info and had embedded answers to what puzzles modern humans in them and for long we have just seen them as  plain quartz or artifacts.Its time that we examine crystals very closely next time we come across one while excavating.It might have been our ancestors flash drive ;) and you never know what information it holds :D


Ram ~ Knight 4ever

AAM AADMI : A perspective of the politically illiterate

AAP topi


Am going to keep this really short!


I might be politically illiterate but my moderate understanding of human behavior can infer a huge resistance to change and abysmal amount impatience and misunderstanding among Indians with respect to present political scenario . Rather than seeing AAP as a party that poses a threat to ripe parties from left to right, national to state, we need to see it as a catalyst that has the potential to give the present political system a slingshot to effectiveness.


It has showed the Indian netas that a small upsurge from a common man can place a meek amateur starkly juxtaposed with a veteran. This act does not mark the birth of a foolproof party that would make India a paradise but it slaps a wakeup call to existing age old parties and makes them realize that they need to start doing rather than just promising, for in India, people vote against a party than for one.

Frankly, I neither see an ideal CM in AK nor great substance to be a trendsetting PM candidate. I am happy to see him as a catalyst. After all, a catalyst just increases the rate of reaction without itself undergoing any permanent change.




Ram ~ Knight 4ever

8th Year of Blogging : An appeal to readers


Dear Readers, 


Today, I enter into my eighth year of blogging. Six years back, when I decided to shut down my first blog, for it housed nothing but poems of a loon engulfed by negativity, I told myself that once in every 3 years I would revisit all the contents of my blog and travel inwards to understand how have I evolved emotionally and intellectually (If at all..).Post inference, I would delete posts that have no semblance to the present me after saving a copy of it in my digital scarp vault. Of course there are posts that are exceptions, like the ones that are fact files. The simple reason behind doing this activity is that, I want my blog to reflect the present me at all times. The past is strictly for me to rummage :) 


Why all this gyaan now? 


Because it has been 3 years since the last review and it is time to lean back and travel inward again. But, this time I have decided to try something new simply because 2013 has been a great year for me, both personally and in blogging. Becoming a part of bloggers communities such as Chennai Bloggers Club, Indiblogger, Blogadda and Writeup Cafe offered me wider audience and in 2013 alone my blog visits were more than the collective count of 2010-2012 and had visits from 67 countries across the globe (At least that’s what the WordPress Annual report says). As a blogger with wider audience than ever before (personally), I feel morally obliged to include you all in my journey that reflects the past 3 years of blogging. So, I request you all to let me know your constructive criticism and feedback on my blog.

Also do let me know the change you want to see in my blogging and what you would love to read from me. I believe this would help me evolve into a better blogger.

You can either leave your feedback in the comments section or you can mail your feedback to acharya.sriram@gmail.com  



Ram~ Knight 4ever






With no one to observe, will sky still be blue?

With no one to impose,will everything you believe still hold true?

Be wary of what is being said and the light that is being shed,

For in colours you were bred and by nature they tend to spread.



A room is cold for it is no longer warm.

Your mind disputes for it’s no longer calm.

Lo, in the absence of one, its counter is felt,

Only when a flower stoppeth bloom, it starts to wilt.



Your reality is tweaked by what you believe,

Be it the color you see or the warmth that you feel.

Be it the people that you see and the problems that you grieve,

Enjoy life , it is just a brief stint

The grass cant be green if your glasses have a dark tint




By Ram~ Knight4ever


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