Commencement Speech, 2008

Through my final year at MIT, I keep finding myself in a tizzy. My excitement for the future dangerously flirts with a sense of apprehension, in an all too familiar feeling.

I’ve reflected on these emotions and recently I dug into what seems like ancient history: my high school self. I felt a similar mix of infinite opportunity and responsibility during the end of my high school experience. I found my commencement speech for Phoenix Country Day School’s class of 2008. It epitomizes my optimism for the future unlike anything I have written to date.

It was an honor to give this speech to a school that also shaped who I am today. Commencement Speech-Deepa Rao

This speech was written during my senior trip in Kern County, CA, where I received a scribbled note on a piece of campsite stationary that informed me that I had gotten into MIT. Although, I will never know what pushed me off of the notorious wait list, I am convinced that it was my shared creativity with the MIT admissions staff: my artwork, music, and projects at PCDS. After months of perseverance in the face of uncertainty, I finally knew where I would be for the next four years: exactly where I wanted to be. It was with this sense of hope, optimism, and pure elation that I wrote my commencement speech.

Enjoy.

Homeostasis

Charcoal is one of my favorite mediums. It is hard to control, but the richness and depth it can achieve is stunning. Charcoal is pure, compressed carbon: one Earth’s fundamental elements. The carbon that we extract from the Earth can be used for art. But it can also be burned as fuel and consequently pollute our atmosphere.

These two charcoal pieces were made as comments on humanity. Our actions permanently perturb our biosphere. We, more than any other species in the history of Earth, have the responsibility to care for and create a positive future for our future generations and for our planet.

My work is inspired by a quote from Carl Sagan’s The Pale Blue Dot:

Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives…

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.

~ Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot, 1994

The Earth rising as seen from the MoonPhotograph taken by astronaut William Anders during the Apollo 8, 1968

Enjoy!

Creation by Deepa Rao

Mother Earth by Deepa Rao

Meditations on the Bending of Light

The Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary in Florida turned my world upside down. I never expected a swamp to be so magical. Black, glassy waters, deceptive reflections, and lush flora inspired the poem below. Enjoy and check out photos from my visit!

Ambling in emerald light,
My steps echo on a boardwalk of ancient trees.

The corkscrew swamp breathes in my air,
It is equally aware.

The serenity is hard to capture,
When all the swamp’s a glimmer.

Still, it’s worth a try…

But, the wind slips through your fingers,
A sunbeam sparkles in your eyes.

It makes me wonder,
Where does true beauty lie?
Surely, not just within the eye of the beholder.

You see,
It’s not the butterfly that twinkles by,
but the search to find it again.

It’s not the perfect mirror of still swamp water,
but the ripples that snap you back to reality.

I wonder if that day, inside that obsidian reflection,
Simultaneously beneath and above the looming cypresses,
one world met another.

I looked into the water and saw
My reflection’s eyes puzzling back at mine,
asking the same question:

Which reality is reality?

I touched the mirror.
I had to know what was true.

That was when I saw her wink–
My likeness, rippling and distorted…

Was it the trickster swamp winking,
Or was it just a precisely timed glint of sunlight–
An evanescent moment of beauty,

Leading  to an even more beautiful question?

Amber Eyes

Who?
Who are you, handsome night owl?

I spy you under lunar skies,
Peering in through my window,
Peeking into my dreams.

I, like the firefly, follow your blinks
Deeper into the embers of your irises,
Where time unravels into a samsara.

Slowly, unknowingly, while in orbit
I’ve become trapped in the sweet sap
Of your amber eyes.

Behind those golden orbs
You know that we are forever tied
In an infinite loop:
Your eyes watching my eyes watching yours…

We daringly stare deeper until
Our reflections reveal our endless play,
As we fall through multiple windows trying to grasp
Our love of nature, the nature of love.


Sometimes I feel obsession like a planet feels a star; my thoughts swirling madly on an accretion disk, colliding with one another, forming new and grander objects, and eventually falling inward due to the pull of a singular, luminous idea. Here, that idea was the greatest form of obsession: love.