Can Artifi cial Intelligence Outsmart Humans?
Can Artifi cial Intelligence Outsmart Humans?
DR MOHAMMAD AMIN MALIK
amin_malik_ku@hotmail.com
From the realm of science fi ction to a serious scientifi c debate
Where we go, there we are
Amid severe pushes and pulls I managed to get o and
fi nally had a sigh of relief at the last station.
The infl uence of socio-cultural factors
on human beings is so different and
distinct that the sway of certain instincts
will always characterize them. The inherited traits are palpable to bring forth who we are and how we
are accustomed to handle the different affairs of life. Those habits will never go
away and cannot be forgot-ten so easily. They reveal and represent us. We are
deeply engrossed to do what we have learnt or what we feel is right to do.
Whatever habitual incli-nations we have acquired over a period of time, fi nal-ly becomes our identity.
Wherever we are, we the red cheeks can never play hide and seek. We
are explicitly recogniz-able. We are so obsessed with our own set rules
that we hardly care about other things that coexist with us.
We never feel any lesser than a King.
We have made the mark of our culture and charac-ter across the world. We
have proved our worth and spread our wings.
Sometimes, in a lighter vein, we are also good
at throwing tantrums that shows how humorous at
times we can be. We make unceasing efforts to keep our funny bone tickling
so that others will cher-ish our company. It’s our escape from the mental
trauma that we have been incessantly subjected to.
We have always lived a king size life and never
stopped sharing subtle humor to unburden our worries. We do our best
against the odds and don’t give up so easily. We least bother what others think
about us but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t intro-spect.
Circumstances might have turned hostile but that doesn’t mean we should
complicate the things and make things impossible for others. We should value
our resources and make every effort to use them in the best possible way and
also usable for others. We shouldn’t destroy anything so as to vent our anger and arrogance.
It was bone chilling on 5th Jan 2020, when I was traveling in train from
Budgam to Banihal.
The moment it halted at Nowgam station, sea of commuters rushed inside
in one go. Within no time, it was jam packed and passengers could be seen
yawning, having power naps in between, some
sitting on their haunches, others busy in munching peanuts and occasion-
ally there were shouts at someone to switch off the transistor. Once you are
in, it’s too hard to snail out, get off before the fi nal stop. The scene stupefi ed,
and instantly reminded me of Khushwant Singh’s novel ‘Train to Pakistan’.
I was surprised to see how some people managed to get inside the compart-
ment through window panes that too in winters when they had put on so
many layers. I wondered how people can be so hard
on themselves. The way they managed the hori-zontal entry of passengers
through the window panes was astonishing for me.
Everyone was in such a hurry as if they were run-ning for their life.
This train has become a mess. We had rendered its seats to shreds. There
was dirt and dust every-where. The lavatories were complete pit. No one
could dare to enter inside and bear that nauseat-ing smell. We have kept
the things in a very ugly state which doesn’t go
well with the sweet and sacred talks we preach about morals. By the time
we will start cogitating,
everything would have been destroyed and disap-peared. Just for the fare of
Rs 50 from Baramulla to Banihal, doesn’t mean we
hold the license to turn so brutal and justify the out-rage by the bush behav-ior to wreck the valuable assets?Amid severe pushes
and pulls I managed to get off and fi nally had a sigh
of relief at the last station. At Banihal, without wast-ing any time, I booked my
seat in an Innova to cover
rest of my journey with-out having any idea about the road that lies ahead.
For hours, the traffic moved at a snail’s pace
and all we could do was to wait for our turn to cross
safely the most dangerous spots. The landslides and
falling shooting stones gave us goose bumps but
we weathered the storm. Even when we were stuck
in a bad situation, we couldn’t stop laughing, the
moment when someone cracked the joke “These
mountains are afflicted with ‘Stone Cancer’,
(Yemun Pahadun Chu
Stone Kunsar Gamot).We were famished and sus-
tained the terrible day on biscuits. We were fortu-
nate to have been strand-ed for more than 5 hours
only. Finally we crossed the tragic locations and
stopped at a restaurant for dinner. The co passengers
treated themselves with the feast of Yakhni which
was out of elements.
Others gorged on delica-cies of chicken. Given the
size and taste, they felt as if ‘Kawwa Biryani’ was
served to them.I was rather feel-
ing chuffed but dead exhausted, by the time, I
reached Bathindi, Jammu .I couldn’t believe the
way this place has been developed. Just few years
back, there were only two villas visible from the
main road, one belonged to the grandfather of my
cousin Illyas Abass, and another was the mansion
of Abdullahs. Next day in the afternoon, I planned
a visit Wave Mall, which is located nearby. On the way I encountered fre-
quent traffi c jams, reason being winter rush from
the Valley. As usual, here also, they stop in the
middle of the road. They get engaged in the side
talks and cause inconve-nience. Inside the mall,
I pursed my lips to see hundreds of Kashmiris
strolling around. I could only fi nd them as potential
buyers.On my return, near Makka masjid, I heard cries and there was a
lot commotion in the middle of the road. Amid the crowd, I could notice
that a lady was hit by an intoxicated biker. Only Kashmiris came forward
and took her to the hospi-tal. They attended her and did what they could do. As a matter of fact we all
are in pain, but we could never see anyone suffer-ing. We are one of a kind
who are known for gen-erosity. It’s too hard to be happy but we can’t cease
to be helpful to others. Future may be uncertain
but that doesn’t mean we have to be hopeless. Being vulnerable, doesn’t mean
we have to beat the drums of victimhood. Always have fi rm faith and never stop doing your bit; as for good deeds the rewards are always in abundabundance.
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