Aur karvan phir bhi chalta raha....

This is what happened in Mumbai:
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/11/mumbai_under_attack.html

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/12/mumbai_after_the_smoke_has_cle.html

What is freedom?

Has LHC Destroyed Earth?

Well now that everyone is talking about the end of world, end of our civilization, end to human existence that too by a machine that has some fictional capability of creating black holes that will engulf the entire planet!

I really pity the fate of poor LHC...perhaps "The" most advanced system on the planet...is actually doubted to be a "genocide" machine!

Call it a machine that will unravel gods mind, but at the end of the day the machine is out there to find what physicist call "Higgs Boson"

And yes for all those people who feel that this machine will destroy the planet earth....well here is a web link that tells you the status of earth

And for those souls who actually want to see the original LHC, Click Here

The unholy morning

Beep…Beep…Beeeeeeeeep….[my alarm ]

He says [to alarm]: “Shut up its Saturday…”

He says [to me]: “You shouldn’t be getting up early today…dude there is absolutely no motivation for you to get up…the earliest you will get some good food in the day is in the evening…go back to sleep!”

Me: Well so I take his advice and go back to sleep.

He [after 30 min of loneliness]: “Get up you idiot, get up you are supposed to be with her… in her room next door….don’t you remember deciding this yesterday evening…you have already stalled the meeting….you were supposed to be with her in her room last night….but you got lazy…I can’t believe how can someone be lazy for such a thing…”

Me [to him]: “Shut up…f***off…let me sleep”

He [quite angry this time]: “Dude this is your last chance of doing this thing before the fall semester begins…and you know there are NO weekends in grad school…Listen up buddy tomorrow you are busy all day…and then what you have is one long work drowning week…and you have already blocked your next weekend’s…get up bro…you can do this!”.

Me: “Yeah[half asleep]….[lazily getting up]”

He: “Dude you may want to take of your clothes right now…so that you can expedite the process.”

Me:”Okay…[almost brain dead]”.

He: “Hey stop…stop…not the shorts you idiot…the room is next door…you don’t want to be seen by someone like that…”

Me[quite pissed off]: “What the heck!...okay…”

He:”And don’t forget [interrupted]”

Me:”the bag…I know…I know it’s the key thing...how can you even think of me going there without this bag?”

He[apologetic]: “I am sorry…I just thought of assisting you!”

Me [still pissed off and almost awake]: “Thank you…thanks a lot…”

Me: “Can’t believe I have to even pay her!”

He: “You always paid her…come on dude she is not that expensive….venki pays a lot more than you do…cheer up buddy…she is all yours this morning”

Okay…So here I stand at 8 on this Saturday morning…with bag full of dirty clothes in one hand and few quarters in the other in front of the laundry room next door.

Chocolate Donut

When you start capturing math in your food (well yeah the food that you are eating), probably it's signal that you should take a break for a while!

I am eating a chocolate donut right now and really can't stop myself from visualizing all kind of non-planar graphs that could be easily be represented in almost planar fashion on the surface of the donut. Well as such the concept not at all new, but mathematicians used much more elegant objects or rather names, which in this case is Torus. I guess doing math on poor piece of donut is sinful. And to extend my perverted sinful nature, I am wondering right now are there any special properties that vertically bisected donut will have as compared to a complete donut?

Huh! I should rather complete my donut and get back to work.

Watching A Cloud Die.

As I lie on my bed on a listless Sunday mornings in Minneapolis and thinking about absolutely nothing, I see a small piece of cloud on the face of the clear blue sky, a part of which I can see through my glass window. The cloud seems to be moving west perhaps all alone, but quite slowly as if it is in no hurry to reach its destination.

As it moves slowly across my view through the window, I start to notice its edges that keep on fading with time and the more I notice, the more I see the dynamic nature of the cloud. Now, no longer to me cloud appears to be a tranquil adult, but appears to be a playful child, who is fascinated with all the space that is out there. The cloud still keeps on moving!

I wonder, how qualified my thought process is! Or may be it's a common human tendency to personify things. I guess it's more of human nature, then my idiosyncrasy, we see life in everything. Probably, this is stemmed in the fact or rather our belief that anything that is born should die. We, the bed, the chair, the car, civilization, nations, planets, galaxies and universe, everyone took birth one day, both in realistic and figurative sense, and all will die! All of them should come to an end.

And so will this cloud, that I see outside my glass window. Probably, it has already started to disappear in the nothingness of the blue sky, returning to the place from where it originated. I can see edges dithering out and disappearing into the blue background, making the size of the cloud smaller and smaller every second. And as the cloud moves slowly and pass through my view it has shrunk to a smaller size and probably in next some minutes will disappear and will not exist.

Dude! Give me a break

I have been thinking a lot about "Art" and it's role in the human civilization and somehow I just get a feel that it's a very foolish attempt to find meanings in things that are inherently contradictory or meaning less. I really at times get so much frustrated, that I feel like saying "Dude! Give me a break".
But then as I type this passage and to this extent I realize that I have fairly, tersely and satisfactorily criticized "Art", I really can't stop myself from appreciating the very fact that it's a very good piece of work or to my sudden depressing surprise that this itself is a piece of "Art". And as you can see the criticism actually extends to ad infinitum.

Random Thoughts

What a blind saw
and the deaf heard
Is a just a matter of surmise

Conjectures lead to discoveries
Undiscovered is what left

A sudden flap of the wings
And the time changes
the song it sings

the buried stay
where they are
the imaginative
make the way to far

strangled in the thoughts
of the known
fighting the quick sand
and possibly die unknown

Postiviely Bad, but negatively good

Something that reminded me of what happened more than two decades back in Bhagalpur:
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Villagers_pour_acid_into_mans_eyes/articleshow/3019795.cms

Life Goes On...

"So long, Jimmy, so long, Jimmy.
Though you only stayed a moment,
We all know that you're the one. Singing."

Cross Winds! - The Hamburg Fiasco

I get fascinated when I see pilots touching down their planes in strong cross winds. It's the most elegant example for the application of vector algebra...but the cross wind landing at Hamburg airport was hard pill to swallow....the pilot almost screwed it up...Take a look all by yourself:


I would also recommend you to have a look at the following blog, its an interesting read:

http://www.airlineempires.net/blog/2008/03/03/hamburg-wing-strike-pilot-a-hero-or-lacking-technique/

For those who are wondering what happened eventually:
It was the co-pilot [the less experienced dude of course], who had messed this up... later on the captain took the command of the landing process and it was an happy ending!

Daffodils By William Wordsworth

This is one of my all time favorite poems! Really like the loneliness described in the poem.

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

-- William Wordsworth