Naveen Srivatsav

Thinker. Awe-junkie. Philomath. Addicted to infornography, ultraculture and intellectual masturbation. Writer. Occasional bard. More essays at vatsav(dot)net.


Religion & Discipline


This is something that’s been gnawing at me for some time, the notion that unwittingly, language has become my (only) moral compass. How is that even possible?

I’ve always had a strong affinity to language. True, I fancy becoming a polymath, and I’m endlessly curious about almost every subject I seem to come across. Language though, is the one thing I…


Tired of "human bullshit".

It irks me that in this latest conflagration between Israel and Palestine, one of the most important talking points from the pro-​​Israeli…


Tired of "human shield" bullshit.

It irks me that in this latest conflagration between Israel and Palestine, one of the most important talking points from the pro…


Baby-steps to Transhumanism

The potential of wearables.


A nebulous prefix to an already nebulous base-term, trans-humanism is a concept that sparks lively debates on…


Beauty in Science

What is an elegant theory and why does elegance matter?


Feynman once defended science from an artist-friend who claimed aesthetic appreciation…

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Let's bring back our sense of awe. Let's never lose our sense of the romantic, the mythic and the mystic.


Inventing a Language

a whimsical experiment


Consider the notion of telepathy. What would that entail exactly? To communicate with another without the senses, a purely…


The things that drove him silent


Blink. That pregnant moment of first light entering weak eyes. His first impression is that the world is upside down; as blood rushes to his head the newborn babe starts life with a splitting headache. Gasp and cue the high-pitched wails.

The alien world the infant lives in, where nothing is familiar and everything is a superlative. New…


The beautiful ripples


The heat of European summer (not what I expected, damn you global warming!) revs melancholy into melodrama. I cycle past canals exuding the awkward charm of a multitude of boring things. Goaded by the breeze, dry leaves, fresh petals and sweet glinting pollen find themselves grooming the very air with perfume and hayfever. When the rare drifter finds release, it ever so…


Why the paper book is now irrelevant


Having personally witnessed the global explosion of computing & consumer electronics, I think the change has been for the best. Which is why I don’t look too kindly upon people who defend increasingly archaic things. In this case, I call out the paper book.

Books are awesome. I grew up with them. I loved them and I lived in them. With…


Perfection is a poem


I consider myself a perfectionist. At face value, that is something to be proud of — to take pride in your work. But there are always hidden implications, and honestly these are extremely fatiguing. I needed a cure for all the second-​​guessing. And then I found not one, but three.

Perfection is a nice sentiment. To the sentimental then, perfectionism is…


What defines you?


I occasionally drop by the local Rants & Raves forum in Craigslist; usually there is inane banter and idle discussion. But sometimes, just sometimes, there are some thoughtful questions, of which this was one. What defines you, the anonymous poster asked.

What defines a person?

It starts with the assumption of sentience. That the…


The Battle of Science & Mysticism


For those of you in the know, I’m in the early stages of writing a book, and have discussed the plot at some length with various people. But I always get the impression that while the plot is (barely) understood, the goals and the themes are not being communicated as I would like them to be. And so, I wrote a reader’s guide to the book that’s not yet…