bhaskar saikia

Life is a constant battle against chaos, disorder and entropy. From the tiniest cell to the grandest galaxies, everything seems to drift inevitably toward disintegration. Yet, life itself stands as a remarkable defiance of this natural decay.

Biologically, organisms thrive by resisting entropy — drawing energy from their surroundings to repair, grow and sustain themselves. Cells meticulously organize themselves to form tissues, tissues build organs and organs breathe life into conscious beings. Despite the relentless pull of disorder, life pushes back, sculpting patterns from randomness and creating meaning where there might otherwise be none.

In many ways, this struggle against entropy mirrors our own creative and intellectual pursuits. As a writer, researcher and observer, I’ve often felt that my work — whether in documenting amphibian species, composing poetry, or exploring cosmic mysteries — is part of this ongoing resistance. Writing arranges scattered thoughts into coherent narratives; taxonomy organizes nature’s complexity into identifiable patterns; even poetry molds fragmented emotions into structured verses. Each act feels like a quiet rebellion — a deliberate attempt to shape fleeting moments into something meaningful and lasting.

Yet, perhaps the true beauty lies not in overcoming entropy but in embracing it. After all, disorder has its own role — it forces us to innovate, adapt and create. A decaying leaf nourishes the soil; a forgotten language reveals itself through the artifacts it leaves behind. Even memories, as they blur and fragment, can inspire new stories and interpretations.

In this constant tug-of-war between order and chaos, life’s most profound moments arise — when we pause to observe, reflect and create. Whether through scientific discovery, artistic expression, or quiet contemplation, we craft meaning in defiance of impermanence.

So perhaps the goal is not to conquer entropy, but to leave behind imprints of beauty, wisdom and wonder — traces of ourselves etched in the shifting sands of time.