The Bowl of crystal clear water was filled to the brim and not a single ripple could be seen on its surface. Just as sudden as a strike of lightning, the stillness is disturbed and five ripples of different colours spread out, threatening to overflow…
The water though, does not spill out of the bowl, held in thrall to the convective currents that had been simultaneously set live within…
There are a total of five ripples, each fed by five different streams of varied colour…
Light, Sound, Touch, Smell and Taste, we call them…
So, there began the never-resting “Human Machine” that would cease its operations only at the very end, the one true end…
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One of the very first significant streams or colour that etches for itself a permanent place in that bowl of water is “Language”…
The repetitive patterns of audible vibrations that get coded into that bowl of water, forms the core of the machine’s future input iterations and evolution…
The “Sight” of the world around, the “Taste” of mother’s milk, the “Touch” of her skin and the “Smell” of her lap, are no less significant.
But, “Sound” is where it all begins…
The first language, the first set of repeating sound patterns that the machine hears, becomes a core identity of this bowl of water… It gets coded and etched, almost drowning out all others because of its significance to the machine’s journey ahead…
As the machine traverses the dimension of time, the patterns of sound started getting attached to patterns of images… Sight and Hearing were now working in tandem…
The combination of colours from these two streams gives rise to a stronger colour, altering the makeup of the bowl in many myriad ways.
This new combination now helps the machine to attach meaning to everything around it, helping the machine to define the world all-around it.
So, whatever the “Colour” or “Content” or “Identity” of the water in the bowl is today… It is all because of the combination of colours from these two input streams.
Hearing and Sight, leading to Language…
The very crux of this machine is painted in these colours and so it matters…
But then… Does it actually matter which stream entered first?
Tamil, Hindi or English…
The bowl of water if you remove all these colours, would always be the same, would it not… (But that “if” is easier said than done…)
I leave that answer to you…
My Discovery of India 