Visualization - inside our mind

This note is on that portion of our brain (supposedly, I do not know which portion) which is responsible for our mental visualization of something.
I find myself a very visual person. Most often, in a conversation or left to myself in a thought, I would have a trainload of pictures running through my mind. I am not sure if this is very normal; given a chance I would guess negative and hold it as one reason for overall abnormality people attribute to me :)
I wonder why and how this happens. How part is more astonishing to me, as I enjoy it why is not that important. Especially as the subject becomes more abstract, the association of the words to pictures in your mind takes a more curious bend. It is one thing to have a flash journey through the arteries and veins and blood vessels when you are curiously talking about strangeness of human physiology and its enormous complexity and incomprehensibility, say during a casual conversation over practically everything during a lunch. It is quite the opposite, when immersed within yourself over a bus window, you are vaguely aware of a collage of thousand of things and events taking place in the universe surrounding you, and you suddenly, have flash memory of a few second shot of a movie you saw thousand years back and never remembered explicitly ever since. I never ever get the logic that what correlation of things and state at that moment led me back to that particular scene.
I am sure this happens to all of us, more often for some people less for some. It is strange how we see things. But I think it is stranger how those things gets stored somewhere, and quite unexpectedly, years later get revived through millions of recognized and unrecognized stimulus. We probably would not have otherwise remembered the same thing in our entire life.
That is all. Let me end with the movie scene I recalled above. But having wasted a few minutes of your time which I am thankful for, I must warn you that it is not like the greatest movie scene ever made. I just realized that for no apparent reason, it will stay in my mind possibly for ever.
Rahul Bose in the role of a corporate bigshot who earns a fortune for every hour he gives to his client, but unhappy since he lost his wife in an accident he holds himself responsible for. Kareena Kapoor portrayed a prostitute who earns a meager living. Both meet stuck in heavy rainy night. Initially the lady tried to seduce the only prospect in sight, but soon stopped. As they spend the night through a series of unexpected hazards, a deep friendship forms. Few days later, as Rahul comes back to find her in those dark streets, he spots her from a distance, lighting a cigarette, and a trainload of pictures suddenly rushes through his mind. A wonderfully collaged 10-12 shots each staying a fraction of second. A few incidents spread through his life played back momentarily, ending with a shot of his wife once saying to him - " .. baas, pyar hona chahiye ..."

Circuit Theory

Oh, to an electrical engineer this will perhaps come very easy.
Have you ever noted that really great people have kind of light glowing from their face? (Not that I meet such people day in and out, this is rather an observation mostly from books and calenders) Is it just illusion? Or can it be something like this?
Say, we have an enormous complex imaginary electrical circuit path inside our body. The moment we learn something new, an infinitesimal path of the circuit wires up.  Each new piece of information acquired is like incrementing just another grain of sand in the whole path. For people with a deep thirst for knowledge, the circuit would be better completed compared to someone not willing to learn much (like me). But in the ideal case, finally, one fine moment, as a wise person gathers the final piece of information, the circuit completes, current starts flowing and a glow comes.
But only very few rare human reach that state; Gautama Buddha was one.

Theory of integration constancy

My theory of integration constant says- "Integration of any particular aspect over a significantly long range of the variants tends to be constant".

Trying to give it a mathematical shape:

[Integration(any aspect function)]long range for the variant(s) -> Constant

Example: let us understand this with an example, by taking an real aspect we all understand very well, that is money. Also in terms of most real world case, a key variant is time. So taking money we earn over a long time, say a life span - 

Integration (money I am going to earn) over my life-span = Constant

this means if my earning curve is very steep at young age, either it is going to go down substantially when I am old or I am going to die early.

This constant value can of course vary from people to people. For example, at 33, I am quite certain that the value of the above integration result for me over my life span will be significantly insignificant compared to same calculated for Bill Gates. So does having two different values for Bill and me proves it to be wrong? Not so simple perhaps, may be we should really integrate over a larger number of people, to make the range of variant significantly large. In other words, if we are thinking of total money earned by a number of people over all their lifespan, the number of people being very very high (not just you, me and Bill), so even though individual earning figures vary widely, total again may tend to constant.  

I wish we could have the earning data for say ten million people over their life-span, then randomly divide them into five or ten sets, and then find the total earnings for each set. That could help us to put the theory at a better judgement.  With information systems getting richer and richer across world, I hope someday some clever statiscian or mathematician will be equipped enough with data sufficient for probing and mining and prove (or disapprove) this theory. Alas, till then,  for proving such a nice hypothesis, we have to rely only on empirical observations.

Some more examples,

Integration (breaths you take) over 5 years = Constant (in this case lifespan may be too long, as we seem to breath in and out quite frequently)

Integration (joy and sadness) over the world at any moment = Constant; this means if I am happy at this moment right now, that is at the expense of someone else’s momentary tough time.

And so on.. really ...

A common tale of two souls (or may be no tale at all)

I thought of starting a blog. After several months, I really created one; and started thinking about what to write.

Now that the thought of writing is also well beyond its childhood, I see every chance of it getting further off the road of pilgrimage by so many distractions of this beautiful thing; and will then take several of the next years to get back on track, as they mostly do finally. So meanwhile, let me start.

I actually wanted to write something good to start with, rather than a mind-dump. I guess that is what most of us always want, something very good at least for the start, and often the very reason we cannot just get started. We wait for a long time, get frustrated, waive it off, and wait again. Then something happens, may be apparently a very small thing, which on another day would have been just lost, but this time a remote bell sound echoes for a while in the mind. It is just a continuous dynamics of countless small moments to get you there.

So I woke up very late, in a foreign yet warm cozy yet lonely yet shining land. I am few thousand of miles away from where I belong. I make a cup of tea, pour some serial though it is well past noon, and come back to my table. The apartment accommodation is arranged by my office. It is in a central place of the city, central place is just next block. The apartment is overlooking a moderate sized granite-paved square. The study table is next to window with a clear view of full of the square, and every bit of life in it.

As people have been saying for past couple of weeks, it is unusual bright summer this year and I hope it stays so for rest couple weeks of my stay. On a lazy Saturday afternoon, there are some folks on the square getting drenched in sunlight. There are few kids playing, two mothers settled on one of the bench. My eyes casually wander on all of these as I am to turn on my laptop sipping tea.

There are few  official mails, which can momentarily wait. I finish a quick call to home, not much to tell, the usual ‘I am ok, how are you, take care’.  So all the while I also enjoy watching people in the square and also those who are passing through it. Among everything, I also see a young couple sitting there in one of the bench. They are quite close to me, may be about 30 feet from my window. I sense something wrong in their tune. So my gaze fix upon them for a while.

Their day is perhaps not as bright as the sun. It is not working out between these two humans, either this moment, or may be for longer. The boy, who is in his late twenties, is listening mostly, but sometimes he seems lost. The girl is trying to explain something. She is sure a very calm type, though rather much agitated mentally at this moment. After about 10 minutes, the boy, is rather given up and getting ready to leave. The girl grips his hand, I am not sure form this distance if her eyes are tearful, but sure her gestures suggest that she would have started weeping by now if they were in a more private place. The boy finally takes his hand off, pats on her shoulder. He steps back, says something, waits for a few brief silent moments, and starts stepping away. The girl is sitting there still, it is almost another 5 minutes she takes to raise her head, and look at all directions, as if expecting something to happen, but nothing happens really. As her eyes passes direction of my window, I kind of sense a deep despair, the same which was there in the boy’s walking. A chord is just broken, may be to add a sudden sharp finishing note to this short morning fugue.

So that is about it. I really do not know what they talked about. May be it is just a temporary misunderstanding, may be it is for a life time. It is the same eternal thing, two souls and their moments of misery. I am slightly ashamed of peeking into their privacy. But what prevails is a vague remorse that two souls are in sadness in this otherwise bright delightful morning. There are sure countless more in deeper miseries, though they are not before my eyes. It is just that these few moments, on a backdrop of grey and black granite of the square, for no reason at all, got engraved in my mind for rest of my life.