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Topic for MICA essay writing-Imagine a problem. What machine would you design to solve it. Describe the features and functions you'd give it and why.

You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one - Imagine- John Lennon




It is kinda hard to tread the ground between being an idealist, a dreamer and a cynic, but without blowing my own trumpet i can say that i try to be all or one depending upon my mood. The best thing about treading this lonely path is that the idealist and the cynic battle and balance each other out while the dreamer leads them on!!
The problem that i would like to solve is universal and probably the oldest in human civilisation. We choose, yes choose, not to give our best. We choose, make a conscious choice, by not being proactive, of being satisfied with mediocrity. This isn’t a problem that i need to imagine about. I see it every morning when i look at the man in the mirror. I see myself plagued by my own insecurities, fears and shortcomings- real and imagined. The question that arises now is that am i being presumptuous when i say that? No, one just has to be objective and brutally honest with oneself to realise that. Perhaps just about ten percent of the entire population gives life its best and reaps all the rewards or dies trying. The rest of us are like pieces of flotsam being thrown around by the tides of time. The saddest part is that many of us have no idea of what we want to do with our lives and that is the reason life ;leads us instead of us leading our life.
If i could design a machine that could get rid of this double header problem, i’d go in peace to my maker knowing i’ve done more for fellow humans than anyone else after the Boss himself!
Now this machine would have a Ray spray gun and a couple of dials to measure dream level and drive level. The best thing about this machine would be that anyone hit with excessive zeal would not retain it but pass it on to all those he sees, touches, speaks to or chats with.


First up, i’ll attach myself to the machine and be the first guinea pig! My current level of a dream to be accomplished would probably in the dangerously high zone but the commitment to achieve the same would be abysmally low. So, beam him up Scotty and Viola! there will a new me- full of zeal, determination and most importantly- unrelenting and unflagging focus. It would be awesome to be transformed into the mythical Arjun from Mahabharata who could see just the eye of the fish. Once I’m all done in all new and improved avatar, look out world- here i come!!


There is an old saying in Punjabi which can be paraphrased thus- A blind man distributing sweets goes on giving to his own kin. I’ll zap my middle sis to get her all feisty and passionate and full of energy and then i’ll go to the youngest one and dial her down by around twenty percent or so!!



The whole nine yards was the term coined by the Yanks in the Second World War for the times when they would just let rip with the whole ammo belt of a Heavy machine Gun in one go. The world at large will see the whole nine million, or maybe  nine billion, or perhaps nine trillion yards let loose in a single go. Someone directly hit, someone caught with a ricochet and someone getting all pumped (as Salman Khan says in Dabangg- 'yeh samajh nahi aayega ki saans kahan se lein aur paaden kahan se!) to pass it on to others. Wow!
The next morning the entire world will be all bright eyed and bushy tailed and we’ll accomplish every year what mankind has accomplished in a million years of lethargic stumbling around.  Do i want to change people? Make them flow over with goodness? Do i want to change the basic nature of humans? No way!! That is the best part of being individuals. We’re idiosyncratic, foolish, wise, stupid, selfish, egotists, egoists all in one go. We love and hate at the drop of a hat. We laugh and cry when we are happy or angry/ sad (refer the Dean in Munnabhai MBBS)! I don’t want to change all that. Let us all keep it. Am i not scared that the world will be run over by malevolent people who’ve found a purpose and the grit to see their evil dreams to fruition? No, i’m not. I believe there is inherent goodness in most, almost everyone one of us, and together, with our dream clearly established in our minds, and the drive to give our best unremitting, we will vanquish evil. Even if we don’t, who cares, we won’t let them win either!!

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