Midnight Whistles to Artificial Intelligence

Midnight Whistles to Artificial Intelligence

A story begins like this, I came from a room where my pressure cooker whistled at midnight with a burnt smell. My bed became my closest companion, silently witnessing my struggles, hunger, sleepless nights, a constantly runny nose, unwashed clothes, and long days without enough sunlight or proper hydration. Within those simple and difficult moments, I learned resilience in solitude and strength in silence, shaping me quietly into someone who could endure more than I ever imagined. I still get quite surprised on what motivation drove me to move on, swallowing theories and practicals of thermodynamics, waves in the pipes, and magnetic fields without understanding them. Likewise, the realization of rampant cramming of molecular formulas and chemical reactions may not lead to the production of new knowledge for someone who may not relate the change in organic elements but tries to acknowledge the changes in society, understanding of society, individuals, culture, and rituals.

‘Creating one's own way is much more difficult than following someone’s way, having experience of mapping of location, finding the track, tearing down the bushes, and stepping forward’ was written by Shankhar Lamichhane in Abstract Chintan Payz, showing that learning by experience is everlasting than parroting. That might not be the repetition of the same meaning.  Cognitive development and creativity can flourish in its own way but parroting cannot. The same phenomenon has been shared by Joshua Rothman in Should College Get Harder?, pointing out the nature of the modern university. If students are not able to learn through instruction, then they can learn through osmosis. They can create their own space to move forward as they like, by meaningful relationships with the surroundings, readers, and writers.

People call an individual who has academic qualification, to mediate conflicts, to suggest the medicine, for motivational speeches to their children, to acknowledge the boundaries of someone's fence, to write an application, letters and reports,  and for the special participation in any kind of functions and programs, after one and a half decades, the world shifted into the world of Artificial Intelligence, human-less analysis, calculation, writing, readings, and emotionless activities. The notion of accumulating the information and sharing it with others collapsed by the AI, and even witnessed the uprising led by Generation Z through the digital platforms. As a human being, the dignity of life is supposed to be the same as that of the first person of state, and those who are at the bottom of the state. I observed during the years that the gaps in quality education have been raised. I experienced that the tolerance and empathic learning and sharing space seems to have vanished, society looks at it according to their point of view, and they try to see them through their own lens, and if possible, they put their optimum efforts to make it as their thoughts and as they are supposed to be.

I can see, taste and feel the human interaction with the world, books, and writing; even though the major question has arrived, what is the value of the knowledge (information) that was supposed to be the knowledge and friction between the fingers, screen, and mind. I feel the same doubt, just like Zadie Smith in her essay ‘The Art of the Impersonal Essay’, you have to face a whole world of exact anonymity of living and belief systems, similar to a journey where my previous learning and experience may be erased by  AI or the digital world. Smith faced difficulties sharing her writing with the outer world and being authentic with herself. Likewise, I felt that the sleepless nights, hungry stomach, gastric, twenty-four-hour runny nose, and all the effort a person can put into shaping his academic creative journey, unleashed a torrent of ideas, will be distorted or swept by an artificial tool, may have logical reasoning but lacks human value.