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Seeing is giving-a-shit about something

A friend of mine called me up the other day to ask me whether I had any information on how “Wikileaks had gone undetected for so many years and now its cover was blown”. Apparently, there had been a discussion at college on various theories surrounding this astonishing feat of secrecy, with possible solutions ranging from Barack Obama being an Illuminati to Wikileaks being a secret society founded by Newton in his heyday.

These theories were wrong, of course. We all know that Wikileaks was actually started by Galileo instead of Newton and that it has been around since 2007. During that period it has blown the whistle and publishing incriminating documents on a range of events, such as emails hacked from Sarah Palin’s Yahoo accounts, half a million pager messages intercepted between Pentagon and New York Police Department, and Guantanamo Bay procedures – among countless others.

It’s not as if mainstream media didn’t report on these issues, for when these documents came out they were a subjected of heated discussion in political media spheres. What about the rag-tag bunch of volunteers from across the globe who made these news stories possible? Beyond a section of the media – the hungry tech reporters desperate to report on something that did not involve Facebook or yet another senseless celebrity tweet – this nugget was relegated to the footnotes.

And while the mainstream media was caught napping when this ‘previously unknown website’ released shocking footage of  US Army helicopters gunning down reporters and civilians, they don’t seem to have learned from their mistake. Beyond an initial flurry of activity I now find that its mostly technology news outlets such as Wired magazine – traditionally major supporters of the Wikileaks initiative – who are leading the charge in following-up on this story.

It took a shocking video that we could all see with our own eyes to jar us (and the media) into being aware of the existence of the ‘covert’ Wikileaks – and that doesn’t surprise me. I have been cheering Wikileaks on since I became aware of it a few years ago. Early this year when Wikileaks had to shut down normal operations due to a funding crunch, I was more than happy to donate and encourage others to. There was a real danger of Wikileaks shutting down – and if the ‘Collateral Murder’ video release did not come along at the time it did, Wikileaks would have been history by now.

Now, once again, Wikileaks faces an uphill battle as the Pentagon and US State Department try to suppress further release of Afghanistan war logs (containing damning evidence of civilian casualties during the ‘War Against Terror’). The outrage and the support that the earlier video generated has died down; the constant pressure around the globe on this whistleblower sites volunteers hasn’t. Yet again – maybe because these are ‘merely boring documents’ – the mainstream media has relegated this to political discussions betweens analysts while technology news circles do what ‘real’ journalists are supposedly supposed to do.

It’d be a shame if the only way Wikileaks is able to garner widespread support and funding is by being forced to release one shocking video after another. They are already doing a terrific job where many others have failed, and they deserve our support every step of the way.

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Sleep-drunkenness

After an initial two weeks of confusion in my body clock (and waking up at 11pm to eat ‘breakfast’), you might find this hard to believe that I wake up these days at 5am without fail. Except when I totally don’t (like this one day when I woke up at 6am instead). This is, I’ve been told by my mom, a ‘considerable improvement’.

Passing out once the caffeine wore off

Four days ago I went to sleep at 3am but woke up at the now-reasonable time of 5am. By the time it was evening I had drunk two large Café Americanos to keep myself awake. The caffeine rush didn’t allow me to go to sleep despite the fact that I was close to passing out, a feeling akin to being stuck in limbo. Not willing to procrastinate I went apeshit crazy coming up with concepts for future works of fiction on this blog, such as The Slightly Greasy Dosa of Bangalore – an upcoming novel featuring Robert Langdon, and a sociopolitical campaign tentatively titled The Disloyal Subjects of Chetan ‘Underscore’ Bhagat. I spammed my friends with text messages detailing plans for both projects before dropping-dead asleep.

I call this state sleep-drunkenness – and it’s a state of mine that university friends will be familiar with too. There was this one time when we had submit a general electronic assignment and a programming assignment within two days of each other – apart from all the copyediting that I needed to do for a new issue of the student newspaper. I had been working for about 36 hours without sleep, propping myself up with regular “double shot espresso without sugar quick!” at Starbucks. That’s when the fun started.

(Pardon me for any gaps in the narrative that follows. It has been pieced together from what friends told me later.)

I kid you not

Breakfast and lunch were activities that I had skipped on the day that I staggered into our programming lab at 9pm, ostensibly to complete my assignment. I sat there for quarter of an hour absolutely quiet and doing nothing, then finished a pack of Doritos – as I apparently told others from my course who were present – “for dinner”. I then proceeded to search online for pictures of cows listening to music with headphones. You’ll be (dis)pleased to know that such a picture, in fact, does exist. My rationale for this act was that I “needed inspiration for a publicity poster that I was working on for The Stag“. My friends agreed that the publicity poster was indeed funny when I went around showing it to them – and then chorused “Go home and sleep Ankur!”

Reluctantly, I decided to heed their advice. The story isn’t over yet! While I was walking back to my room from the lab I sent a text message to random people in my phonebook saying that I had seen…

…a man riding a motorcycle who had a backpack in the shape of a cellphone – the old kinda cellphone that used to have an antenna stub sticking out; moreover, the whole cellphone-shaped backpack was covered in shiny tin-foil.

Too little sleep and too much caffeine in results in extremely weird behaviour, and I end up doing this more often that you thin.

(I admit this isn’t the weirdest text message. That honour goes to a message I sent once, again to many people in my phonebook, asking where the nearest nuclear bomb shelter was from Guildford.)

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In the lead-up to our end of the year exams, I spent most of my time in the library catching up on the all lectures I did not attend, and the ones that I did attend but did not pay attention too. Students from our course used to camp in the library – some actually sleeping and showering in the there rather than going back home to sleep.

I was lucky that my house wasn’t that far away from the library, so I could pop back for a nap. I didn’t get to sleep much in those weeks either – say, 1-2 two hours at max as I slaved away fuelled by chips, pizza, Oreos, and Red Bull (“They’re like cocaine, only they taste like fruit that someone sat on.”).

I had to stay awake. I drank about four cans of Red Bull (80mg of caffeine per can) to keep awake until 4am, followed by another can (80mg) in the morning and a shot of Lucozade Alert Plus (120mg of caffeine in a small 60mL shot). In a surprising display of honesty of what its energy drink tastes like, Lucozade made an ad for this product (almost) comparing it to a potion made of “monkey anus glands, male lizard balls, earthworms, and spit”.

With almost 500mg of caffeine ingested in a short span of 7-8 hours coursing through my bloodstream every day, I used to be so wired that a friend actually looked up ‘lethal caffeine dosage’ in medical journals. (Result – doctors know what the limit is for rats, but not for humans.)

My heart is super-strong. 😀 It did not give out nor I did not otherwise drop dead from drinking too much Red Bull.