The German Misadventure-1

Well it really has been a long time since I posted. I don't seem to recall my last post-it might very well have been about my last intern, but I'm feeling too lazy to check.

Anyway, to be honest, this post doesnt have much to do with a sudden reawakening of my desire to be part of the blogosphere again. The thing is, I haven't made any real human contact in like 3 days. It is finally starting to get on my nerves.

But first, about the place. What strikes you first, more than anything else, is that Germany is ordered-almost frighteningly so. You know how in India the cars at a traffic light(if there is one) always stick fender-to-fender? Well in this town at least, they seem to unerringly maintain a distance of at least 1 m. They never deviate, not even in the middle of the day during office hours.

That experience might of course be different in some other town. My town, Aachen, is a relatively small town, things would probably be different in Berlin or Frankfurt.

The people are unhealthily polite. I've been 'hallo'-ed by perfect strangers not just inside my dorm, but also on the road, in the station, in the airport and of course in the university. And its not as if they want to start a conversation or anything- most of them either can't speak in English, or are uncomfortable speaking it.

Now I had the misfortune of being alloted a single room, with my own kitchen. Also, I can login to my university's lab from my room, so I don't really have to move out of my room. Add to that the fact the net is incredibly fast here and you can download anything you want, its amazing I've even stepped out of my room. But then, as I have come to realize, one does eventually need to talk to people.

There are of course those who have come here on an intern of their own. 2 others from my college, some assorted people from NITs, and one guy from IIT B. Anyway, I didn't exactly hit it off with them, despite my best efforts, so this weekend I found myself opting out of a trip to Paris with them and staying home sitting on my ass.

As I said, I haven't had any human contact in 3 days...since people can cook their meals in their rooms, they dont have to step out at all, and they don't. Its becoming so annoying that I probably will have to go to work tomorrow, and make friends with the rest of the guys.

There have been some benefits- I have learnt the rudiments of cooking and I have seen several good looking girls-good looking not just by iit standards, but generally, and of course this has forced me to start innovating to find things to do-which I believe is a good thing, however depressing it might be.

I hope to make a trip to Brussels next weekend, but I can't be sure. Expect my next post soon!

Bangaluru week 1

So an year after Rahul romping his curls on the streets of this maddu-land, I find myself banished to the same fate, albiet without the curls. As expected, the first week was a hotch potch of over-charging auto drivers, dosa-sambhar, catching wrong buses and dosa-sambhar again. (Btw, you really feel the power of cultural segregations on a southie trip, all the advertisements you can see only have Deekipa Padukone, Madhavan+Vidya Balan, or Asin. Its literally scary to imagine if suddenly the Tamils declare a fatwa against all outsiders while ur there. Sheer numbers matter) Currently, we happen to be in search of safe havens where the white-collars hang out. MG road has been rumored to be one, (our office is its wrong end, so havnt been there yet), and Forum confirmed as.

Some facts to be noted:
1) All north-indian eating joints(dhabas) are punjabi house.
2) MacDonalds is cheaper here.
3) The buses actually have the front seats reserved for women, as the well-informed ladies are quick to point out, which makes you imagine a (very-successful) ad campaign by the government (sporting a very forward feminist lead) to sensitise the women of the facility.
4) Some buses have tickets, some have bills, some have neither. And the rate differs between them. The ticketless being the cheapest.
5) Bangalore is big, bigger than Delhi maybe. You end up spending 3 hours in buses if your not careful.
6) Locals can't multi-task, never. Its fruitless to ask an attendant a question while he's in the middle of billing a customer.
7) When ur taking an auto, the driver is doing you a favor.
8) Autos won't get a passanger back from your destination, never mind that its 8 pm and ur going to a hustling market place.

Anyway, the post can't be complete without mentioning the workplace. Its cool, a cafeteria, flexible work hours, high speed net, no strict supervision, doesn't take much to make us happy. Video conferencing company == cool big screens in office. PtbN, lunch makes you sleepy. Coffee half an hour later must.

We got a house, yay, we rented a flat to stay. 6 of us, 6 of us two floors up, ruchus all around. Getting in the cooking atmosphere, starting with sandwiches, maggi, french toast, tea. The bathroom tap makes an eiree noise. TV is a ban. Especially when theres an IPL match everyday and your not the biggest fan.

What else? Went to Nandi hills, Lumbini Gardens on the weekend. Timepass places, won't specially recommend to anybody, but Bangalore doesn't seem to offer much else. Learned a few planning and money managing tips from veterans.

Now to the end, I am wondering why I wrote this blog. Well, we were supposed to maintain a diary, maybe this will do?

PS: Beru, brokerage, research papers

Of Indecision and the rat race

Havnt felt more like a rat ever. The sense of anonymity dawns upon you as you move through the myriad lanes and side streets to reach your destination, one of the dozens of coaching institutes for CAT in the locality, basically folks banking on a rat's hopes to leave the pack behind, by a little leg up. Its basically the rats in the middle of the race who treasure the bait, folks ahead can have a clearer vision about the scenario, the destination, while folks at the tail can look at other avenues and easily slide off. It's the rats in the middle who find it impossible to dislodge, stuck in a loop, unable to race out, or fall back.

So how did I land into this? How do I find myself yet again, looking at a classroom of 30 youths having paid a small fortune of their parents, to listen to a guy who's just found a way to survive the economy crack? Its indecision, I tell you. The way Indians are brought up, is not to leave anything be, not to take decisions with uncertain outcomes. Not to ratify your realm, and stay put. A greedy algorithm, if you will, for all the cs grads there. You take whatever looks the best at the moment, without looking at all the previous dots connecting your life.

Now for thoughts ravishing my mind this afternoon -

Its sunny today, not hot, but warm, the beautiful weather as you would say. Its reflecting on all the faces, which I silently gaze as I sit on the embankments in front of the coffee shop, waiting for a friend. People hanging out in groups, chatting off before heading off their ways, Profs students alike, everyone with bags. A dog on the sidelines playing with a polythene. Its amazing to think that each of this chappies, just another conscious individual, houses a infinum of space between his/her ears. A million simultaneous, unrelated thoughts raging inside each mind, each his own problems, each his own ambitions, or the lack of. Language, that indispensable link for us to communicate and correlate those thoughts. The improper use of(it can be heard). Everyone is a single entity in essence, yet when we see outside ourselves, we see a hierarchy, a society.

People seem busy, everyone moving with a certainty of knowing what needs to be done. Yet its amazing, for all the advances of ours, we ourselves remain temporary, a piece of a wave on the sea shore coming in, just to be replaced by another in a moment. So how can we be busy? Or we need to be busy to avoid thinking about all such nonsense. Homework needs to be done, classes slept though, events attended. As would be done by the next wave, and the next. As I gaze longer, a shadow begins to appear around people's eyes, or it was there all the time, and I just begun to notice it. A lingering giveaway of a late bedtime, a sign of tiredness, weariness with it all.

Why are people following through? Its indecision, I tell you.

Ghajini

Spilling it while its hot. Here's a too-good-to-believe value deal. Give 5 minutes to read this, and save yourself three hours of the crucifying existence that is Ghajini.
Having loved momento, I was prepared not to be dazzled, but rather curious of the Hindi(rather Malayalam/Tamil/) take on it. I was however left quite appalled. I think the director was confused on what to shower his epsilon sized concentration on, a love story, an action thriller, larger than life altruistic humans, a brother of devil villain, or Aamir Khan's shiny new eight-pack. The movie tries to bring everything, excellence(in any) is a word unheard of. Just touch all famous formulas, and it can't go wrong eh? Well, it can, if you try.

The plot is all too predictive, so are the dialogues. Actually the predictability becomes amusing sometimes, but only when you have already given up hope.
The abstruse depiction of 'short term memory loss' phenomenon(mouthed lavishly by Pradeep Rawat(the villain)) to suit convenience is a gross headache. The memory lasts as long as the scene requires, and loss-moments occur at the most predictive locales. Probably which you already saw in the trailers. The director is just confused whether he is dealing with short-term or long-term memory loss, as when the bad guys beat up our hero and erase his markings(ooopss!! just spoiled a plot point for you), he doesn't remember anything of his romance(which happened well before the incident which took his memory). Hey, but the courtship is well documented in his diaries so not to worry. Our hero is just as pumped up after reading the heart warming diaries. No mention whether he remembered anything of before his hormones kicked in. Also a maniac, animus instinct for howling, muscle flexing and eye popping action seems to accompany this brain handicap.

Action scenes are run-of-the-mill Mithun-da wannabe. All accompanied with a constipated grumble on Aamir Khan's face, every indication that someone slept on the wrong side of bed. A little inspiration from Rajnikant might just have saved the film. Really.

Some things seemed on the right track, the stuff Bollywood excels in. A love story(rich guy, not so girl), a rotten-to-core-with-no-hope-of-redemption villain and the typical bubbly the-world-is-so-beautiful every-mothers-dream-daughter heroine accompanied with the so-not-possible-situational humor. But only to end this delusion, the story-writer decided more ingredients were required to make a really spicy treat so in comes a social cause, full with the coverings of IBN live. The casual attempt of sudden inclusion of real life issues with too-reel story just leaves a bad taste in the mouth. Not to mention a god-so-nosy medical student who one wonders wither came from.

Even the camera angles seem wrong(not in the flashbacks, Bwood has learned that by now). All low cameras with hardly an overhead shot of the famous moon cut, as if the glare off it would ruin the film. Seriously, this was a huge disappointment from an Aamir Khan movie. Its I suppose become the top grosser of 2008(in one week). At least the marketing team seems to be getting the act together, what with the Khan himself offering haircuts for people to save Rs10 for that extra popcorn.

Was I too rough? Maybe, but I haven't blogged in a while, so quit complaining.

Geeky Abstract Thinking

(What's engaging my mind...please don't hate me)

Have you considered the colors you see might not be the ones the next guy does? Blue might be green and green red. Color is just the processing of wavelengths of light by the mind, with no chance of knowing differences between individuals anytime in life.

I don't understand why astronomers search for 'earth-like' planets for chance of life. Life is just universe complexity gone berserk, it might need carbon(for the complex structures), but otherwise temperature and chemicals on earth shouldn't have much significance. Consider, if earth had no floral population, would we have ever imagined life in the form of a tree? (By definition, life is something which has the ability to reproduce)
This would lead on to the consideration how rare 'intelligent' life would be even among lifeforms.

Language has a profound, too profound an effect on our thinking. Analysis of an object is mightily facilitated just by giving it a name. Else, much of the thought process is limited. Indians are surrounded by relatives, hence have developed an assortment of different names to cope with every shade of it. Eskimos similarly, have many names for snow.

Why is there technological advancement? Its obvious technology does not result in greater happiness. Happiness relates to not our convenience, affluence, but to our expectations. If telephone was never invented, we would be just as happy without a cell phone in our pockets. Exploration and achievement, looks more like a basic ingrained requirement of the human mind, driving our science forward.

Why does science follow mathematical laws? Why can an equation represent a trajectory of an object? The shape of a curve? Maybe human intuition(==maths), is itself shaped by the continual observation of these phenomenon. Hence what we call logic, is itself the basic playground of nature.

A really geeky one. A charged object moving in a magnetic force needs to have a force applied to keep it in uniform speed. While the magnetic force may be just permanent magnets with no expenditure of energy. See the absurdity? It could have been the other way.

How can two objects, inanimate, kept at a distance, exactly apply forces on each other??(Gravitation, electromagnetic) One of the fundamental things teaching children at a too young an age keeps them from seeing the wonder of. How can waves travel in space, void? I can understand the equations, the E and M fields dancing, enforcing one another, but that's it. Qualitatively its a mystery.

If you could develop an exact clone of yourself, complete with all experiences, memories and your sense of self, would you leave him in your place when you die? You could be immortal this way, but you yourself, would be dead.

Family is a concept, one of the oldest and most ingrained concepts in animals. Marriage is a concept.

'Friend', 'Internet', 'Success' are just words, a collection of alphabets. Its amazing how feelings and ideas have become interwined with such constructs. Its an interesting experience to think of the concept without the associated lingo, what it represents.


....maybe I will detail on some of these later.....

Oh Gawd...

Its a well excepted fact that we guys in engineering colleges have way too much time in our hands. And we make the best use of it trying to learn from others' mistakes, well documented, although arguably a little glamorised, in the paraphernalia of movies, serials, virals and such. However, eventually we do get exhausted by the knowledge onslaught and decide to take some time out. It is an outcome of a multitude of such breaks that I decide was worthy enough to present to you. After my long hibernation, I know this won't be sufficient, but remember the Grinch, and keep a mighty heart.

No issue perplexes us engineers, men of science, more than that of "God". This word, which middle-school maths teachers have great fun equating with {D,O,G} in introduction to set theory, is a concept their students are forever be mystified by. After all, in a world full of laws and equations and probabilities, is there enough maneuvering room for God to even exist? What follows, you are foretold, are my personal views, which I am sharing for discussion purposes. I hope to offend noone, but would be delighted if you leave a comment about your own views on this delicate topic.

What is God? I believe people consider him an omniscient, omnipotent person. By person, we comprehend a human. But arn't we evolving creatures? We know we have a vestigial appendix and the reminiscent of a tailbone. But of course we should talk of the spiritual realm, look beyond the physical. But this spiritual realm is a topic in itself, that would mean we all have souls inside us!(I am not disagreeing, lets just say the discussion is beyond the scope of this post). But why should this spiritual domain be given precedence over our 'real' world? Are we in some kind of matrix-like virtual reality? A version of mythology comes close saying that this whole world is to test our faith....but isn't that too snobbish on God's part? Why is there really is a need for a real world at all when we have this spiritual world(A more serious closer to heart question actually is - What is the need for the universe to exist at all?) Also, this world is too complete, too perfect, too complicated I consider to be a farce. God should instead be detached from all these worlds, like in a 13th dimension with 12 dimension world(s). But there is a better opinion. We should dispel the idea of a person(or maybe you didn't have it from the beginning, and I have totally bored you) and consider 'consciousness' as such.
(Sentient - endowed with feeling and unstructured consciousness; "the living knew themselves just sentient puppets on God's stage"- T.E.Lawrence)

So what is God? I believe what we truly consider by God is "the sentient force controlling the whole universe and which is able to take conscious decisions". But then, puff goes religion. Working on such a magnanimous scale, why would God take the slightest interest in the not-even-speck-of-dust planet like ours? Well, maybe because he specially made life possible here and we are his really dear children. In fact, this has some weight, as out of the thousands of scientific constants, (I have heard) even if one was slightly off by the fraction of a decimal, the universe would have a totally different structure, with probably no humans. But then, there would not have been anyone to ask of the existence of God, would there? Or maybe life would come out in a marvelous new form whose weirdness to us would only be comparable to our weirdness to them. But I am digressing.

So we see how god might exist in my world. Since, I keep hearing about people (intellectuals) passionately denying the existence of God, I would for once try to take the other side. The universe has just one more complication, one more singularity, one more infinity to be evolved. I do tend to get an unreal feeling when I consider these abnormalities. Consider, did universe have a beginning? If it had, what about before it? Yes I know, the beginning of universe was itself the beginning of time, but what exactly does it mean? Similarly, does universe have a boundary? Its kinda absurd to say it extends forever. But if it has, what's beyond it? This questions might already be clear to some, but personally I find them really perplexing. In the end, lots boil down to just faith. I have faith that the science laws, which predict the big bang, I have faith in the existance of America, even though I have never been there. The world might just be created this afternoon, with all our memories and ideas planted in place!

Now we come to religion, about which again I have my own two cents. I have absolutely no interest in worship of idols or rituals and various festivities. In my opinion, even if God is overseeing us, why exactly the all-powerful scarcely care that are remembering him or not? Won't he be much above these things? However, I do not detest religion. I accept and hail its therapeutic and psychological effects. It is a means of bringing people together, of giving people purpose in life(and also an economic model in itself). In fact, I believe one of the major tasks of the subconscious mind is preventing an individual knowledge of his own insignificance. We are but less than an evanescent flicker in the fabric of space-time, full realisation of which(I don't have it either) would surely destroy a person. Religion, origin of the immortal soul and life-cycles I imagine had this at the heart of their genesis, the self-defence of sub conscience mind at work. And this will be true always, no matter the technological age.

So the conclusion....
After all my efforts in the philosophical banter, there is finally a conclusion. Existence of God, does not matter....Yes, you read that right, scroll back and read again. At least, it doesn't matter in the way you should live your life. You should do what you like, and enjoy, but of course it should be a sustainable living. Because God, is too busy to care, and you are too insignificant to be cared about. By sustainable, I mean, you can't just spend life idling away, and maybe thief/rob when you need money. Not because it is immoral, and God will punish you, but because it is not sustainable, the society will punish you, and you will end up in jail, which you might not enjoy. Hence, morals have not lost their value, because they should only increase your enjoyment; the kinder you are, arguably the more kinder people will be to you. Principals also havn't lost their value, but you should only have them if they give you satisfaction, fulfilment. Be a vegetarian because you like the thought, not because it is ungodly.

We have come a long way. Let us summarise.
Today, lordvarun explained to you his own take on the stuff he hardly understands anything about. He convinced you he isn't capable of forming any opinion on this 'overseer' business. He said he doesn't doesn't understand religion but sees no harm in it. And the final outcome, to the thrill of all present, was that everyone should live happily and promote world peace.
Thank you for your time

Vocab blues

I have always been a bit of a snob when it comes to my English, even when I was in an ICSE school. Following that up with 4 years in CBSE didn't help to dispel that notion.

However, I was certainly forced too disabuse myself of any such ideas after coming to college. Here I found people who'd read Karl Marx and the Communist Manifesto in Class 10th (if you havent heard of it, suffice it to say that it's a pretty big deal), then there were national level debate champions and so on.

I hope I don't sound toooo smug, but after 2 years of college, I have fared reasonably well even with all these new threats to my position. Now, it's time for the GRE.

The GRE is of course, not a particularly gruelling test, but it does require a certain degree of command over the English language. Moreover, I enjoy finding out new words, a past time you may or may not have experienced. The problem with using these abtruse words (now there's an example!) is that they make you sound all pedantic and anal....an image I'm not anxious to project in coll.

Anyway, I came across this site called freerice.com, and have spent an entertaining 2 days guessing completely into the dark. Here are some examples:
setaceous:
1. bristly, 2. lucky, 3. furious, 4. sexless
If you already know the meaning, you should really not read any further. There are only more words of a similar sort.
Now the meaning is of course not so important as the process, which is the fun part.
now do you call a lucky person,' he is setaceous in all he does'....or,
'he was setaceous when he got her letter'....or, 'Varun is setaceous when it comes to girls'....
the last one might be construed to have some meaning but only by a stretch, but the rest obviously don't sound right.
The answer is of course, bristly.
Another one is hyssop-is it a herb, or a monster. The answer here as well can be had by groping around with sentence...it turns out it is a herb
Now here's where my strategy failed- decorticate. How on earth did someone coin this word for peeling I don't know. In a sentence: "He was decorticating the banana". Even those snooty professors in Harvard wouldn't do that....but apparently someone does.

As I came across more and more weird words, I stumbled onto a site which specialises exclusively on weird words, and pretty interesting it was too.

For example, did you know of the word 'lollapaloosa'? Here's the history of the word:
"You can’t easily misunderstand the meaning of this American word, since it’s so obviously contains within its sounds the idea of something excellent or highly desirable, just right as the name for the annual Lollapalooza pop festival. It has been spelled just about every possible way down the years (the Oxford English Dictionary has it under lallapaloosa). Its extravagant enthusiasm may be judged from an early appearance, in Miss Minerva and William Green Hill by Frances Boyd Calhoun, dated 1909:
“Lordee, Lordee,” he gazed at them admiringly, “you sho’ is genoowine corn-fed, sterlin’ silver, all-wool-an’-a-yard-wide, pure-leaf, Green-River Lollapaloosas.”
Another early example is in a baseball game report in the Fort Wayne Sentinel of May 1903, one we may be glad to have missed (the reporter said disgustedly that one pitcher was all too accurate, since he hit the bat almost every time):
There wasn’t enough ginger in the players nor audience, either, to keep a colicky baby awake, the only excitement being furnished by a loquacious individual in the grand stand who was rooting for Evansville, and he rooted right, too. He proclaimed himself the High-past-potent-grand-mufti-lallapaloosa of the Amalgamated Knockers’ Brotherhood and had a bigger assortment of mallets on hand than a croquet factory.
That was one of its earliest appearances in print, since it seems to have been around in the language for only a few years by then. Other early usages suggest an origin among card players, such as in an 1899 report in the Daily Herald of Delphos, Ohio, about card sharps fleecing a hick: “Another got a lallapaloosa, consisting of three clubs and a pair of spades, and took $85 of the farmer’s money.” In 1897 the Idaho Daily Statesman had another: “‘A lalla-pa-loosa,’ answered big John, and threw his hand to Scovel. There was a jack of hearts and a deuce, tray, four and five of diamonds.”
Where it comes from is uncertain. Lulu and lolla, both also meaning something good, are recorded earlier, and lollapaloosa may be an extravagant outgrowth of the latter. Suggestions that it may derive from appaloosa, the name of the famous breed of Native American horse, are ruled out on grounds of date."

This is of course just one out of thousands. Imagine, a single word carrying an entire history with it. Etymology, as the science of studying words is called, is particularly fascinating, as you may might discover by just digging into the word roots of common words.