Lettered Cone – genetics of life on earth!

A kind aunt recently gifted this curio to Rajni together with its two cousins – the three being sea shell cones. The pattern and markings on this one fascinated me as I had not seen anything like this before so I searched a bit about it. Lo and behold, it is called “Lettered Cone” – it has found home finally – I told myself. 

Not surprising that even among the marine species of snails, gastropods, and mollusks there are ‘lettered’ and the ‘unlettered ones’. Just guessing, that among the lettered ones there must be poets and literary masters too – this one looks as if its pattern is rhyming with nature. In its top view it looks like the top of an ice cream cone filled with chocolate chunks in vanilla. Its sides look like a fancy snake skin. Holding it in hand is sheer delight, its inner curves still carrying the smell of saline waters of Indian Ocean where it is found in plenty. Don’t worry much about the red spot, it is some plastic stuck to it which I plan to remove carefully. 

A species of predatory sea cone snail or mollusk, Lettered Cone is also known as leopard cone. Like all species of conus these are venomous and capable of stinging humans. Fishermen don’t even touch it. It is the chocolate brown pattern on it which looks like a long forgotten ancient script that gives it its name and makes it look special. I learnt that “…the patterns on the Lettered Cone shells are also reminiscent of chromosomes. Possibly this is the undecipherable story the Lettered cone shell is trying to tell; a glimpse into the genetics of life on earth. For now, this deadly beauty will keep its secrets – possibly hidden in the letters of its shell.

I am told people have been obsessed with seashells since the Stone Age. These have been used as money, worn as jewelry, and used in trade. But if you’re beachcombing in the tropics, there’s one beautiful shell you can leave alone: the Cone Snail.

The Lettered Cone is the “femme fatale” of the ocean. It gets its name from the dark patterns on its shell that look like handwriting or secret codes. Every shell is unique, like a fingerprint, and some collectors even hunt for ones that look like they spell out actual words. Collectors say ‘no two messages’ are ever the same on these cones.

People have seen everything from early Arabic letters to lost codes in these patterns. Some collectors specifically hunt for “word shells”—specimens where the dots and dashes happen to line up to look like actual words.

In some cultures, these markings weren’t just seen as random; they were viewed as a way for the divine to speak to us.

From a scientific lens, these patterns are actually a real-world example of “Rule 30″—a complex mathematical rule used to study chaos and complexity in nature. It’s as if the snail is printing out a chaotic computer code as it grows.

I am not the only one obsessed with these. Over 2,000 years ago, people in Japan went on dangerous sea voyages just to find these shells turning these into bracelets for high-society women. Wearing one was not just the ultimate fashion statement it also marked the wealth of the owner enough to own something for which literally some lives could be risked.

The predator inside this pretty shell carries a harpoon of poison. Its needle-sharp tooth shoots out  toxic cocktail that can paralyze a prey in an instant. For humans, it’s incredibly dangerous—some species are nicknamed “cigarette snails” because the joke is you’d only have time for one last smoke after being stung.

But here’s the crazy part: that deadly venom of Lettered Cone is actually saving lives. A subject of neuroscientific research, scientists are turning its venom into medicine for neurological diseases like Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, depression and even epilepsy. They’ve even created a painkiller from it that’s 1,000 times stronger than morphine but isn’t addictive.

So, if you see one of these gorgeous patterned cones in the sand, just remember: it’s a tiny, beautiful masterpiece that packs a punch strong enough to change the world—or end your day very quickly.

Lettered Cone from the Indian Ocean

-Rajinder Arora, 15 March 2026

Windermere Theatre Festival & Awards

​More like a crowd following Mahatma Gandhi on a march, or dancing figurines, or the characters of a busy play, or the agitating masses on the street. But no, it is none of those. A beam of spotlight created this stippled-shadow image of award trophies on a dark LED screen just before the start of the Closing Ceremony of an amazingly fulfilling theatre festival. Awaiting the award winners, these cold, dark souls had yet to find warm hands and sparkling mantel shelves. The lawns were still being readied, Bacchus had still to land on the bar, promo slides had still to be projected, ‘Hello Mic Testing’ was still echoing, while the guitar lay abandoned like a ditched, heartbroken lover. Amid all this the bright red carpet knew it was going to be a long night of celebrations. Cheers to all those who participated in the Windermere Theatre Festival & Awards and special shout-out to the winners. This one is specially for Dr Brijeshwar Singh and Prabhat Kumar.

23 February – 1 March, Bareilly, Uttar Pradesh, India

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2 May 2020


As expected the lockdown has been extended for another two weeks across India. Now the supposed opening date for normal activities has been extended to 17 May. The cases of virus are not declining nor are the deaths. Nearly 2,300 new cases were reported yesterday in India, the biggest single day jump. World over the cases of affected people are increasing and the lockdown is being extended in country after country. A few European countries are toying with the idea of opening trade and economy soon. I suspect it will be a decision in haste. 

The interstate commute between Delhi and Haryana has been made strictly for limited needs. A large number of migrants are being moved (by rail and buses) from their states of work to their home states. I wonder why? If the government was confident that the virus spread can be contained or will not last long time, this should have avoided. The working people should have been helped whereever they are, so that as soon as the normal activites begin the productive populace could get back to their livelihoods the soonest. With the migrant workers moving back to their home towns, the agriculture, trade and industry will be majorly affected. Their return to work in distant states will become more delayed and difficult once they adapt themselves to small jobs in their own home state while being with their own families and people. 

With me, being idle has become a routine. Without any paying work at hand and absolutely no interest in pursuing anything else I am gradually accepting the inevitable called ‘retirement’. Retirement from an active work life. I was not expecting this to happen without my having planned it. 

An ineteresting observation during the morning walk was that birds and squirrels in the park (which remains without any human presence) are now not scared or surprised by my intrusion. They stay where they are, sometime as close as 20 inches, without moving or flying away. Birds such as crows, pigeons, mynahs, babblers – almost all of them stay unconcerned of the nearing human, that is me. Squirrels stop midway, keep chewing on bits as I get closer. They dont run away and climb a tree or hide any longer. 

In a press briefing yesterday, 1 May, President Trmp, talking about the suspected lab origins of Corona virus in China labs said ” I know for sure that it is. I have been told not to tell you.” Why? Why cant he tell his own people whatver is the truth, why hide. By hiding it he is doing more harm to his own people and to himself.​

Speculations of ill-health of North Korean leader Kim Jong-un were put to rest yesterday as he made his first public apperance after nearly four weeks

May Day 2020

Finally April is over. Devastatingly brute and painful month passes away which, one wont want to remember ever. The lockdown is still on. Starting on 15th of March in Delhi, it was extended to entire country on 25 March. 3rd May is when it is supposed to end, now they say that restrictions will remain. Lockdown will be diluted. No movement is permitted. Can’t leave gurgaon, can’t cross border to Delhi or any other town. No buses, trains, taxis or flights. The lane outside our house remains empty most of the day, but for a labourer or group of workers going to get supplies no one is seen. People stay indoor stepping out only to vernadahs and balconies. Life has become a part of one large prison.
On three successive days three eminent people have passed away. Irrfan Khan on 28 April; Rishi Kapoor on 29 April and RV Smith (the chronicler of Delhi) on 30 April. My only connect with each of them, at best was a remote one. They were neither friend nor even acquitance. The only time I had seen Irrfan was outside the NSD, standing against a wall and having chai. I don’t even remember who introduced me to him. It was over in ten minutes. Yes, Sunny did talk about him quite often during the shoot of the film Song of Scorpions at Jaisalmer probably in 2016 or 2017. I am told both Irrfan and Anup Singh spoke highly of Sunny’s work and his talent. Rishi Kapoor, the only time I met him was sometime in 1977. We watched a film together at Ritz in Bombay. The film was Roman Holidays and Rishi was with Nitu singh, still not married. It so haappened that those days I was staying with Shakti Vaid (dad’s friend in Lower Parel, Bombay). Shakti was the PS to Shashi Kapoor and Shakti had booked a few tickets of that film. By some quirk of fate he asked me if I was interested in watching the film. I took one and went to the theatre only to find Rishi and Nitu come and sit next to me in the Balcony. RV Smith, a gentle soul, I had met a couple of times. Last time, sometime in 2017 or 2018,  at the steps of Jama Masjid where he was sitting and writing something with a few youngsters. We chatted for some time, had tea together. Thats that. I dont feel grief of either of them passing away. All of us have to die, sooner or later. Those that are known by virtue of their life and work are talked about even in their death, others billions like us just pass over.
My right heel is hurting and a bit of right knee too. Went for a walk, it helped forget the pain. I can’t fathom why should there be pain. I havent done anything that could have harmed the foot or the heel. Cant think, better not to think of it. It is getting warm. The sun was harsh even at 8 when I went for walk. Day time the temp soars to 40. It is warm in the room, a little mugy. Can’t switch on the AC yet.
My makeshift desktop in sunny’s room is very uncomfortable. There is very little table top space to manage the large monitor and the keyboard. Lesser even the legspace under the table. Can’t shift the chair back as the bed is right behind me and the direct light hits my eyes through the windows in front of me. I force myself to sit and pretend there is some continuity to work. None. It has become a habit. Being idle. Small jobs of a new client Asset One, an HR company, doing their fliers and a possible job from World Bank, a Resource Kit. Wonder when the real work will start on it. Right now I am just fooling around with layouts and preparing infographics and graphs etc.
21 March 2020 was the last day I sat in the office preparing to spend next two weeks at home as corona virus spread around the country. Picking up the minimum hardware and other stuff that I may need in case there is any work to be done. Staff told off, not as in it is over, but it seemed imminent, there may be little or nothing to come back to. There had been no work for over a month. Feb was less then mild. Three weeks of March was nothing but smal jobs here and there nothing worth any earning.​
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