Introduction to Asymptotic Logic in Dialectic Systems


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Dialectic logic has been studied by philosophers like Hegel, Marx, Althusser, Adorno, Habermas and so on. It was sufficient enough to explain the dynamic behavior in linear systems. In linear signals and systems, causality, probability, stochastics and randomness etc. can be explained by dialectic logic. It has found its applications across the field of formal linguistics, physics, economics, culture etc. However in the era of dense real and surreal experiences and imaginations, something more specific than dialectic logic has become necessary. Hence I am positioning an asymptotic logic as an epistemic category in the realm of universal pragmatics which is a wider and deeper fabric than ideological lattices. Asymptotic logic is running deep through dialectic systems.

A few semantic thoughts on the search engine anatomy


Natural Language Processing (NLP) and Understanding (NLU) has become an essential toolset for the search engines of our times. There are a lot of sophisticated frameworks such as Seq2Seq, FastText, Glove, Word2Vec, BERT etc. for implementing NLP / NLU based models. Everything starts with a good language / linguistic / meta-linguistic model. We have to decide the parameters ( features ) and weights for them in this creative endeavour.

When it is about search engines and their information architecture, fundamental relationships between data, metadata, taxonomy, tokens, topology etc. remain quite significant. Hence I would suggest to give importance to find-ability, link-ability & usability when we encode and enumerate the parameter set ( feature space ) for a search engine, be it a document search engine, image search engine, face search engine, voice search engine or any other kind.

The notions of find-ability, link-ability, & usability will manifest in numerous dimensions and dynamics for various formats mentioned earlier. In this age of fake news and falsified information, trustability also become quite important. If we are factoring the data dimensions into the feature set, we can consider the big data features like volume, velocity, variety and veracity into consideration. I would say they are not essential for a simple and small scale search engine.

Find-ability elucidates the content discovery aspects such as navigation, sitemap, query structure, result set etc. Link-ability summarises the inter-objective and inter-subjective aspects of content, relationships between data and metadata, compactness of taxonomy etc. Usability is an angle towards the accessibility, visibility, experience, cognisance, consumption etc. related to the end-user engagements with the search engine.

This note is quite a brief collection of spontaneous thoughts on the aspects behind a good feature space for an NLP based search engine. Rather than starting with an arbitrary hypothesis or model, it is better to evolve a logical and linguistic framework for NLP based search engines.

Narratives on Internet: Part 1


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Internet is such a simple word, so minimal, so technical, so unexciting, so basic, so primitive, so rudimentary such that we have plugged into it so swiftly, so effortlessly, so continuously, so seamlessly in many forms and formats. I never new networking was such as powerful thing before experiencing internet. It has been the biggest dream I have lived. It is the largest reality that cannot deny. It is the messiest maze I have been to.

What is internet for you ? a cave. ? a maze ..? a ladder ..? a gaze ..? a haze …? It could be anything and everything. I have started surfing internet in 1997. By the standards of today, it is quite late for a 16 year old boy from India. I hailed from a remote town in the state of Kerala for whom a personal computer has been a distant luxury even in the engineering studies. Hence internet came to my life as a career imagination during college days.

It has inspired my curiosity for knowledge by many folds. When I look back into my tryst with Internet, it has been an evolutionary experience, if evolution is a simple metaphor.

Now when I reflect upon the internet as a macrocosm, as a cosmos, as a firmament, it is full of leeches. It is full of fissures. It is full of fulcrums. It is full of fractals. It is full of serpents. It is full of ashes. It is full of tunnels.

It is not what is. Internet has been a refuge. It has been an ensemble. It has been a mirage. It has been a fume. It has been a dust. It has been a lot of different entities. I will narrate them in this log of blogs. Keep surfing !!

In memory of a gentle gaze



What makes a gaze different to a stare ? When we stare at things, nature just gaze gently. That’s why I love the word gaze a lot. It does not harm or hurt anyone. It is a pursuit towards infinite perspectives. A gaze bridges the concrete contours of life towards abstract arcs of lifelessness.

Is gaze a mindful experience or a moment of trance ? I don’t know. I am sure our mind is full of flow states while we gaze. It is a moment when the flurry of thoughts slows down a little by little, changing patterns for good.

Poem : Poles and Zeros


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I belong to a weather

I being a zero sum game

I being a climate of refuge

I being a filth of five elements

I being a mirth of miseries

I being a residue and a vestige

I being a myth and monologue

I belong to a withering weather

I belong to a nascent noise

I belong to a nought of noise

I belong to poles and zeros

I belong to a burning death

I belong to a frozen worm

I belong to a sentient solenoid

I , I, I, being a belonging is a burned bloom


Poem : Woodlands


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I really don’t want to write this time

I really don’t want to write this out

I really don’t want to wreak this time

I really don’t want to weave it inside

It’s so dry, dreary, dreamy, dithering spell

I am hauled and mauled by inertia

Inertia is never a frame of reference

In my moments of chaos and clusters

In my figs and twigs and fractal palms

It’s frozen fatigue and fiddle of fetish

Its flummoxed foils and ferment voices

It’s brittle core and molten saliva

Bay at hay, bruising bones

A little haste and a little maze

Wood lands, withering shades of walking wisdom, wood lands, winning over time !!

Poem : Solenoids


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I know tears can be written

I know palindromes exist

I know alphabets are stubborn

I know words are turbulent

I know waves can be erased

I know epics can be foiled

I know ellipsis can be noiseless

I know silence can be spellbound

I know footsteps can be leaderless

I know parody can be rhythmic

I know tragedy can be episodic

I know echoes can be solenoids

I know saliva can be colloidal

I know larvae is a liquid self

I know lava is a molten self

I know skin is withering self

I know shades are stymied self

I know tears are written in neural lines

I know they viper whispers

I know tears can be unwritten

Errors, Errors, Episodic Errors

Ellipsis, Ecilipse of Ellipsis

I shall remain knowing

Until the last solenoid coils

Unto the last of the equinox




Poem: Attributes of Light


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I know there are walls

I know there is some kind of opaqueness

I know there is some kind of vanishing act

I know there is some kind of invisible cloak

However I don’t know how can something

Be opaque, vanishing and invisible same time

Perhaps time is quite naive enough

Perhaps time is quite nascent enough

Perhaps time is quite niggard enough

Perhaps time is quite timid enough

It’s always in this space and time

It’s always a spectacular space

It’s always a spellbound space

It’s always a sickle sickness space

Poem : Conjugal Games


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Marked on a winter

Masked on a wrinkle


Mirroring in a breath

Minted on a ferment


Augured at a beam

Anchored above debris


Fringed on a filament

Foiled on a gauge

It’s motionless

It’s a frozen face

It’s a rabid phase

It’s a chiseled wedge

Arcane intents

Archived pellets

Mix and Match

On and on, off and off

Poem : A life after life


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Meanings in life

Purpose in life

Perhaps in my genes

Encoded, Embedded

Like granaries of infinities

Perhaps like in miseries

Embittered, embroiled

Like gems burned in soils

Perhaps it’s quite relative

Contextual, convoluted

Like you say a jigsaw puzzle

Perhaps there is nothing at all

Void, irrational, irreducible

Like the impulses and instincts

Of my born voyage

Perhaps it’s an integral sum of

My affinities, atoms and the insects

I love and sects I am born to hate

Perhaps it’s a fractal finitude

Of my broken arms, charms and arms

Like the ambiguous synonyms

I am destined to weave into this last

Perhaps it’s an ephemeral epoch

Of my sun, soil, solitude, solenoid

And burning coils and magnets

And brittle mirrors in my larvae

Perhaps it’s being written

Bringing ashes, glory, grief and gory

When I worship solar storms and Solaris

Perhaps it’s being unwritten

As I demolish and demean my tempest

Unto this utterances of prismatic promises

Perhaps it’s a synthesis of written and unwritten, like a crystal lattice unfold

Perhaps it’s a pursuit

After my musings, myriad of shadows

Lean, limbs, limping lumps of lasting leafs

I tether here and there, like a flow of pulses

I wither where and wear, waiting for warps

It’s a form of life after a firm life, long longings

It’s a firm life after a form of life, lean lenses

Like a leech, larvae, lava living lipid liquids