"The WORK of humanity: W(onder) + O(bservation) + R(eflection) = K(nowledge)"







































"So children, we shall quickly discuss a chapter in Greek mythology today, and then you will all sit down to complete your project work, okay?" exclaimed the teacher as she surveyed the classroom to make sure all heads nodded.
Present Day:
 
People gathered around the railway tracks where a couple lay dead, their fists tightly clenched. The (dead) guy wore a striped sweater and the (dead) girl a floral salwaar.
Vatsal was the brightest kid in her tuition class. He had an amazing capacity for logical and creative analysis but lacked focus and attention. The teachers at school and his elders at home could not get him to listen and, hence, they sought the service of the tuition teacher. The tuition teacher was a middle-aged lady who herself worked as a teacher in a school, and took tuitions in the evening.
There was a soft explosion outside. The plane experienced more turbulence than usual. Seat belt signs turned on and it seemed like the plane had started its descent several hours before arrival. There was no announcement from the pilot and the airhostesses were asleep too. He knew something was wrong.
Sometime in the futuristic years, a manned mission to Mars hit rough weather and the crew had to fly out hurriedly, leaving one of the men behind. They thought he had died in the storm, until ground station back found out he was alive. It was too late to go back to fetch him. Earth staff watched him through their satellite images, rearranging the solar panels, trying to scavenge whatever food supplies were left and trying to survive day after day in the harsh Martian weather. Mission commander Mr. K watched the giant computer screens, at the desperate man trying to survive even when he had no hope of being rescued, and thought, "Abandoned and isolated... what must be going through his mind right now?"
 
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Somewhere in muddled heart of a maximum city in south-east Asia, another Mr. K focused his telescope to voyeur upon the slum next to his building. He peered through a gap in the thatched roof of one of the huts. It opened into their bathroom where he would watch the house lady bathing on several evenings. She was in there today too, but not nude, rather with clothes torn and cowering in fear. A crowd had gathered outside her house and he saw people trying to restrain her husband who constantly cursed and wildly swayed a machete about. K looked at the frightened woman - his woman - and thought, "Scared and closeted... what must be going through her mind right now?"   
 
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Jostling amidst the crowds thronging the city-square somewhere in the middle-east of Asia, a certain young and bearded Mr. K watched as the terrorists kicked a hostage and butt his face with their rifles. He watched them shouting slogans and appreciating a merciful God for his benevolence, for having exposed the traitor in their midst. K knew that hostage. He wasn't the traitor they made him out to be but it was a society whose conscience was drowned in gunpowder. As they lifted the hostage up and pointed a gun at his head, K looked at the crestfallen hostage and pondered, "Battered and dying... what must be going through his  mind right now?"
 
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Somewhere out in the thorny outback of a continent down-under, an aboriginal Mr. K watched his companion in the fading bonfire. After a long day, they were lucky to chance upon a good hunt. They had munched on the fresh meat with glee, and then laughed aloud and danced around the fire. Finally, as their backs wore down, they lay down on a patch of soft grass. Any other night, they would be asleep by now, but today the sky was so starry that it bewitched their minds and bedazzled them into silence. K had a feeling of being in a large, dark cave whose roof was studded with diamonds. He looked askance at his partner and wondered, "Bewitched, bedazzled... what must be going through his mind right now?"
 
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Out in the glamorous city, paved with style and fashion, amidst an endless parade of traffic converging at a certain Champs-Elysees, a middle aged Mr. K and the infant in his arms watched a gigantic steel tower glittering with lights and piercing the night sky. K watched his son agape in amazement and  wondered, "Amazed, Excited... what must be going through his mind right now?"  
 
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In the suburbs of a certain metropolis, with the cool sea breeze howling outside the window, a middle-aged Mr. K watched his parents in the hospital room. His old father held the hand of his mother as she lay on the hospital bed. The time for her surgery had come. Though the surgery was a major one, they had signed up for it as it was the best possible solution for her medical condition. It promised to end her days of chronic pain and bedridden life. As the doctors carted her out of the ward, into the operation theatre, K watched the old couple hold hands. The father assured and the mother kept smiling back with affection. K watched this scared, but hopeful, couple and wondered, "Scared, hopeful... what must be going through their minds right now?"  
 
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Up, up, and away, in some seeming heavenly abode, a heavenly being beheld the world he had created. Today, he picked on some random creatures to look at - all certain K's in different parts of the world. He looked at their faces, transfixed and dazed, and prided upon the complex tapestry of interplay he had weaved into the web of his creation. It was, now, his time to savour it - to sit back and enjoy the show. He intently looked at each of the K's and wondered, "what must be going through their minds right now?"