Where are you, Einstein?

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Dad (Physics Engineering, ITB, Class 1972) told me to look for you. He was a bit pissed off with how the world is today. He didn’t express it but I could sense it.

I said,

It’s different now, Dad. Geeks are famous now, they’re like social rock stars, tycoons, idols, politicians even. They don’t do einstein-ish stuffs anymore.

That’s why they’re recognized more as professionals — not scientists. They blog, plurk, twit and all of those cool Web 2.0 thingies. They call themselves technology evangelists and preach only the obvious. They shop for sleek and stylish gadgets just as how you prefer yours to be strong and sturdy. And the rest of brilliant people, young men and women of science, they’re still here, trust me. Hundreds of them are on the internet and perhaps even more.

Thing is, they are striving so hard on not doing einstein-ish stuffs, Dad. They just don’t want to get hurt, that’s all. They know how alone it is to be an Einstein. And alone is not how the world works now, see. It’s social, social, social. Mediocre-at-best is good. Individual brilliance is evil.

Remember when I was still a party girl, hustling and bustling with my friends and all? Yes, that’s how the world is today.

Isn’t that awesome? Dad?

But I didn’t say it. Hasn’t reality been a mere illusion — albeit a very persistent one?

Dad continues his chores. Stain and grease on his hands.
Yet another attempt to discover the Einstein that once resided in him, and the world.

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