Prayatna’s journal

So many things to do now. my hypothesis, another version of it. To do that properly, I need to study more books and gain more knowledge.

I love traveling and exploring new places. There are still so many things left to do. I'll Tell You Later about Those Things.

Now I have to focus on my career, because this is the time where I can actually make a difference. Either I’ll earn 5 lakh a year or 50 lakh a year. It Depends upon Me!

I will See you soon. I have So Many Things to do :)

I was working on an idea that kept coming back to me. So I actually wrote it properly this time.

Simple idea.

Some microorganisms can go into dormancy — like pausing life.

And rogue planets exist... planets that get thrown out of their star system and just drift in space.

So I thought —> what if life survives that journey?

And if that planet later enters another star system with good conditions… could that life start again?

I don’t know if it’s true. It’s not proven.

It’s just a structured idea I wanted to put out.

There are problems — radiation, extreme cold, crazy long time.

I didn’t go into math yet. Maybe later.

But yeah… this is the first time I turned one of my thoughts into something real.

Version 1. Not perfect. But it exists.

A Conceptual Hypothesis for Microbial Survival on Rogue Planets

I thought I needed better ideas, better clarity, better timing. But honestly, that was just delay in disguise.

The truth is, I was thinking more than I was doing. And thinking feels productive — but most of the time, it’s just comfortable avoidance.

But not everything was wasted.

During these 3 months, I worked on something different. I wrote and published a conceptual hypothesis: “A Conceptual Hypothesis for Microbial Survival on Rogue Planets.”

It’s not perfect. It’s not final. But it exists.

And that made me realize something — I don’t need to feel ready to create. I just need to start and let it evolve.

I’ll write a separate post breaking down that hypothesis properly. This blog will document that process too.

For now, this is just me showing up again. Not ready. Not perfect. Just continuing.

I didn’t admire Feynman because he was a genius. I admired him because he hated pretending. He questioned everything....including himself. No blind belief, no fake depth, no intellectual acting.

One of his most brutal and honest ideas was this: “The first principle is that you must not fool yourself and you are the easiest person to fool.” That sentence alone hit harder than any motivational speech I’ve heard.

Because of him, I stopped being afraid of saying “I don’t know.” That habit slowly pushed me toward physics and math subjects that don’t care about confidence, only understanding.

Let me be clear: I don’t know all of physics. Not even close. I only teach some topics — the ones I’ve wrestled with enough to explain honestly. Many areas still confuse me, and I’m not ashamed of that.

Math is relatively okay for me. Physics? I fail. I struggle. I get lost. And still I love teaching the parts of physics and math I do understand.

Teaching exposes exactly where I’m weak. The moment I can’t explain an idea simply, I know the understanding isn’t complete. That discomfort is not a flaw its a feedback.

Feynman believed: “If you can’t explain something in simple terms, you don’t understand it.” Every time I teach, that line came in my mind and motivate me to improve.

I don’t teach to look smart. I teach because I enjoy breaking ideas down, questioning assumptions, and watching confusion slowly turn into clarity... yep...including my own.

Feynman never treated science as sacred or untouchable. He treated it as human which is messy, uncertain, and brutally honest. That mindset is the real connection between him and me.

He’s gone but the way of thinking survived. That mindset is now part of how I see the world. Thank you, Mr. Feynman.

Think about it. Apollo 11 didn’t plant a “humanity flag.” It planted an American flag and left a plaque saying “we came in peace for all mankind.” Cute words. The hardware, the footprint, the PR—all screams national pride, not global achievement. Space isn’t a playground for humans. It’s becoming a billboard for whoever gets there first.

And Mars? Forget it. Private companies, national programs, billionaires..they’ll control the rockets, the habitats, the oxygen, the energy. In 50 years, you won’t just need money, you’ll need visas or corporate permission just to step on foreign soil… in space.

The dream of humans exploring the cosmos together is fading fast. Borders, rules, permissions (just like Earth). The only way to fight it? Skills. Influence. Tech. Be part of the teams that build, control, and launch. Otherwise, you’ll just watch from Earth, screaming at your screen while someone else plays god in space.

And here’s the kick: if we don’t act, future generations may never explore as humans. They’ll explore as citizens of corporations, nations, or rich People’s Slave not as inhabitants of the cosmos. That’s not sci-fi. That’s the future being built right now.

I have no idea what to do. I’m kinda happy that NASA’s budget is slowing down maybe it’ll delay all that “America’s Moon” or “America’s Mars” bullshit Things. But at the same time, I’m sad Because NASA was one of the few things that made me fall in love with the cosmos even more.

It made me believe humans could explore together, as one species, not as walking flags. Now it feels like that dream’s fading replaced by politics, money, and power games.

Maybe one day, people will stop saying “America went to the Moon” and start saying “Humanity did.” But until that day, I don’t know What Will Happen.

I want this place to be calm. A spot where I can write about what I notice, what I learn, and what I wonder. Physics, code, random experiments, tiny ideas — all of it. Sometimes I’ll post pictures, sometimes just words. Maybe even sketches of things I imagine.

Curiosity has always been my habit. I ask “why” too much. And here, I can follow those questions wherever they lead without worrying about anyone else.

This journal isn’t about perfection or being impressive. It’s just me thinking out loud. Some days will be messy, some days short, some days full of discoveries. But every post will be real.

So, here it begins. My digital journal. My calm in the noise. My place to explore, write, and just… exist a little differently.