What about the data?
The Undiscovered Data-Warehouse
The Biggest Data-Warehouse is non-digitised Hindu ancestry that has evaded, survived millennia of suppression and yet gave birth to gems that came up with the concept of ‘शून्य ‘ — Zero. And kept their biggest secret under wraps, all because of a brilliant concept based on mastery of skills…
India is called a land of mystery for no frivlous reason. The basic constructs for its germination lie beyond the modern day concept of geographical boundaries that we now call ‘country’, ‘nation’.
Then, the definition of a nation, state was a collective of people who shared similar skills, thoughts, ambitions, and a way of life. Each serving the collective to keep the cohesion of that community intact — in peril or in prosperity.
If the collective was overwhelmingly biased, it naturally weakened and dissolved all with or without force. The process was repeated over and over again through millennia, with last discoveries being from DholaVira, standing a testament to their skills and ingenuity.
What we do not know is — where did these people vanish and why?
But, we do know them — for they are still the citizens of India! They did not vanish, they merely migrated as climatic conditions changed in the Rann of Kutch and along the Indus river valley as a whole.
The people of the orient, China, still refers to people of Indian sub-continent as ‘Indus’ which translates into nothing but Hindus.
As a prologue, it serves well to know the background to where the database lies and where the data-warehouse exists — the oldest recorded, tabulated, chronological record of events, and its existence.
All modern day gurus, data-wizards & proclaimed & acknowledged masters of digital age would not acknowledge that Hindu deaths were the real beginning of a legacy in data-sciences.
Controversial? No, not really. It is just a default secret not shared or spoken — ever, unless you are dead and can’t speak or if you have held ‘चुगे हुवे फूल’, the remnants of your blood from the pyre, in your hands.
Once you perform the rights & rituals along the banks of your ancestral river-side ghat; there begins, if you are a true hindu, the journey deep into your past and your true coming-of-age. The data, information is overwhelmingly real, in-your-face, factual.
You wind your way through old, dilapidated streets of a village, and by asking local villagers and children, wander on to a nondescript door –The Data Administrator, the data-entry custodian.
He looks much poorer, asks you for your family name and village you or your forefathers belonged to…
I reminisence as if it was yesterday, clear as the still waters of that cold December day, his face, the small room, the piles upon piles of cloth wrapped sheets of paper with no apparently visible tag to distinguish one pile from another…
They offer tea and ask you to wait for half-hour or to eternity and comback with a pile; show you the top-most name while hiding the rest of the sheet with their palm and ask you to name the next-in-line of that person… a son, a brother (women are recorded under their fathers, not husbands side; its blood lineage system). If you can then they would ask you your relation to that name. If you answer it correctly, they remove their palm.
Your mind is blown to smithereens. All your education is naked, frivolous, superficial, irrelevant…
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