This is the first conversation of the Centre For Conversations (CFC). CFC is a place for collective exploration. Here we will explore different aspects of human life without a motive of reaching any conclusions. Our attempt would be to keep the conversations lively, healthy, inclusive and open. Please reach out to us through our contact page and please feel free to contribute to a conversation or start a conversation of your own. Please follow this page and keep the comments section active.
Everything in this world happens in the context of its relationship to its environment. It’s through its interaction with the environment that we understand that there is a relationship between economic policies and biodiversity, free trade and marine ecosystems, women empowerment and population, etc. While these relationships look very complex, the means of understanding them can be as simple as a conversation. The world today and the issues we face seems to exist due to a lack of this understanding and appreciation of the complex relationships that are operating in the environment. Popular scientific and academic pursuits to understand these relationships have not been very transformative in nature. The outcome of these pursuits have themselves been quite complex to understand and requires a person to have a certain degree of specialisation to appreciate it. This makes this entire body of knowledge exclusive to people with a certain level of academic exposure and a certain kind of affinity towards this mode of understanding.
Centre For Conversations is an attempt towards making this understanding more accessible and less exclusive. It is a place that intends to convert these complex compartments of knowledge into simple conversational matters open for free exploration. Literature, poetry, fine arts, music, performing arts, photography, new media and mix media and more such modes of expression are going to be the way in which these explorations would be documented and interpreted.
Welcome and let the conversations begin!
Skanda Subrahmanya
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