The Dark Side

Rationalising The Universe

Before we start i’d just like to apologise for our low activity on Rationalising the Universe as of late – given the Christmas period we’ve both been rather busy with family festivities but we’re about to jump back on the science wagon with full force. I hope everybody had a very merry Christmas!

Today we venture to the dark side in order to encounter the two most mysterious and shady characters in our universe: dark matter and dark energy.

Dark matter was first identified as the “missing mass” in galaxies and clusters required to explain their kinematic properties. The reason it is called ‘dark’ is because the matter does not emit or interact at all with electromagnetic radiation (such as light) it is therefore invisible to the entire electromagnetic spectrum. We cannot see it in visible, we cannot see it in infrared, we cannot see it period. Observations of the…

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अजीब, मुझे अक्सर लगता है कि मैं यात्री बन गया हूँ ।

अपनी पसंद से नहीं, बल्कि किसी के खेल से

एक कठपुतली, जिसके पास कहने के लिए कुछ नहीं है

मेरा मालिक धागे चलाता और मैं चलता रहता हूँ।

कभी-कभी पूर्वानुमान गति में, कभी-कभी मैं दौड़ने लगा हूँ ।


ऐसे ही एक दिन मुझे लगा कि मैं स्वतंत्र हूँ क्योंकि कुछ धागे मेरे पास हैं।

फिर भी मुझे पता है कि वे संभवतः गति को नियंत्रित करते हैं।

मैंने सोच-विचार किया कि क्यों मुझे इन धागे को काटने की जल्दी है

लेकिन फिर प्रकृति ने मुझे आपकी योजना के बारे में बताया

क्यों ये चलना फिरना मुझे नियंत्रित लगता है ?

क्या यह महज मेरी धारणा है

या मेरी संकीर्ण सोच मुझे ऐसा महसूस कराती है


क्या मैं गुलाम हूँ?



इस तरह के एक पल में मैंने खुद को समर्पित कर दिया

न आवेश में किया, न ही मैंने कोई त्याग किया

लेकिन अपने विश्वास में, मैंने यह अभ्यर्पण किया।

अब मुझे लगता है कि मैं सभी आयामों में आगे बढ़ता हूँ ।

मैं इस दुनिया में स्वतंत्र हूँ, हालांकि लोग कह रहे हैं कि धागे अब भी हैं

मैं कहता हूँ कि धागे तो केवल खेलने के लिए होते हैं


अब मेरा दिल पृथ्वी, आकाश और समुद्र पर घूम रहा

घाटियों में गहरी, जहां कोई भी नहीं देख सकता था

कि मेरी भूमिका में, मैंने आपका पालन करने के लिए

आत्मसमर्पण किया है, मैंने अपने सभी प्रयासों में।



Written by Avinash

Edited and translated in Hindi by Rini

Photos by Avinash

Guide to a labyrinth



If walls could speak, they won’t stop talking about the glorious days, which they have witnessed. I recently visited Bara Imambara in Lucknow, which was build by Asaf-ud-Daula, Nawab of Awadh, in 1784. The walls are designed in such way that if someone just whispers in one corner, it is heard in other corners and galleries. These walls, literally, have ears here.


Sun saluting the Majestic Asfi mosque

Beautiful arches are the result of the amazing engineering, which distribues the weight of building to the outer structure. Imambara has Asfi Mosque, three halls (Chinese hall, Persian hall and Indian hall), a labyrinth and a stepwell (Shahi Bowli). The place a strategic design, which made the soldiers spot the enemy as they enter the premises. There are many ways, which are blocked now. Legends has that these were secret passageways to Faizabad, Agra and other far distant places.



Rini, showing me the way in the labyrinth


Other attraction of this place was Labyrinth and Shahi Baoli (stepwell).


Shahi Bowli



A setting in the evening


A short fiction story

Once a family came to visit a labyrinth. There were four adults and two kids in the family. They hired a guide to show them around. Guide warned them that seven of us will enter but only six will come out. Everyone laughed as the guide was making everything mysterious to make it interesting. He gave a tour around. One of the kid was very chirpy and was teasing the guide, ‘Are you guiding us or yourself?’

In a span of more than two hours, everyone experienced the puzzles of the labyrinth to their heart and now it was time to get out. Guide challenged the tourists to find their way out in next fifteen minutes and claimed that the right way will take just 30 seconds. They never came out and guide was taken away by the police.


In few days, a man came and got the guide out of police station.


A boy of nine is asking another guide if he is guiding the boy or himself and then runs to his mother, who is cooking meal. She shushes him as she takes another child to show her home in a tunnel.


Written by Rini

Photos by Avinash

The Connection


Photo Credits: Rini

You know me , only you do
From first night to this light
Only I was with you.

No, don’t think of me as past or future

Dear I am the one, whose company you always nurture .

When you felt lonely
You were seeking me

When you were happy
You were praying for me.

Each morning when you say to yourself,

“Today is the day when I am making rite

To love this person over whom I have my right.”

But O’ friend, How could you not see
I am the light of your eyes, the blood of your veins

I am the name that people take

Come to me and realise

Your world is not for others
But yours and mine⁠⁠⁠⁠