Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Science: the human aspect

Science... we have all been taught it in some form and in some measure. Indeed, we have all jumped through those hoops – Newton's laws of motion, the Lomonosov-Lavoisier law of conservation of mass, Darwin's theory of natural selection. But these are merely the most basic of concepts, and hence inherently simple. Are they really?

It is true that some of these concepts form the very foundations of our knowledge while others have been replaced by newer thinking. But what do we, who are so privileged to be born into such a wealth of knowledge, know of the men on whose shoulders we stand?

Behind every concept, every fact we learn, stands a man or woman who had the temerity to question that which no one else did, the eye to see that which no one else did, the clarity of thought to understand that which befuddled their peers and the steel of will to stand up to the arrogance, such as can only stem from ignorance.

Before we can even begin to comprehend the magnitude of their achievements, we must question the very nature of their work. To say that those men and women sought to learn the truth, to expand knowledge, we must first ask ourselves what we mean by “knowledge”. What does it mean to “know”?

Fact is something we know is true... or is it? It is an idea we arrive at by interpreting observations that we make... answers we attain for the questions we ask. But the “facts” that we ascertain are limited by our own shortcomings – in the questions we are able to ask, in our powers of observation and above all in the insight we possess, with which we draw our conclusions.

Thus, we must understand that “fact” is not that which we are able to prove the correctness of but rather that which we are unable to prove the incorrectness of. An accepted scientific theory is merely an idea that can not be proven incorrect by the existing level of understanding.

People in the middle ages “knew” that the earth was flat just as we know today that matter is composed of atoms. By not being taught of the nature of knowledge, we are prone to foolishly laugh at our predecessors for what we perceive as their follies. But we ourselves would be the fools to do so. What we must realize is that each invention, each discovery was made by someone who challenged not merely the beliefs but the very “knowledge” of their times. Such are not men of an everyday sort.

These were men who experienced the world in all its brilliant detail. They looked upon it with the wonder of a child. They refused to allow themselves to become numb to the little things, caught up in the maelstrom of mundane issues that compose the average person’s life. And when they saw something that intrigued them, they questioned the nature of it and pursued the answers to those questions with relentless vigor.

Asking questions is merely the first step of a long journey. To answer them, one must make observations about the subject of one’s inquiry. This, simple as it may seem, is a problem, the solution to which is often the product of considerable brilliance, ingenuity and patience. To make an observation, one must isolate that which one wishes to observe – isolate it from the tangle that seems to be the unifying character of reality itself. Once that is accomplished, the event under study must be transduced into one that is perceptible to our limited senses. These twin problems were solved by the great men of science through the design of experiments. Therefore we must devote as much attention to the experiments that resulted in great findings as we do to the findings themselves.

Observations alone do little to push back the boundaries of knowledge. They must be churned in the mills of powerful minds, unfettered by prejudice, before they may be forged into insights into the very workings of reality itself.

And all too often such discoveries fly in the face of years of dogma, which does little to endear their proponents to the upholders of convention. True, every new idea must be tempered by criticism to weed out the kinks but that often becomes the pretext under which new ideas and the men behind them are condemned and ostracized. The abuse that one is subjected to for voicing new ideas ranges from being decried as a fool by society in the mildest cases to being stoned to death as some great thinkers were. It is a testament to the courage and the strength of will of these great men that their ideas survived the persecutions that sometimes they themselves did not.

Not only is it gravely wrong to speak of their work without speaking of them but it is foolish to ignore the many lessons we may learn from their lives. It is therefore my opinion that science must be taught in its entirety with due consideration to the human element that underlies it – not just as disembodied facts and figures. After all, history is not made by kings alone!

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Outfoxed

I watched Outfoxed today. It's a documentary made in 2004 about Rupert Murdoch's Fox News Network and its utter lack of neutrality. It is an unconscionable travesty that they advertise themselves with the slogan 'fair and balanced' - nothing could be further from the truth! They are nothing short of lackeys of right-wing political interests who unabashedly toe the party line and trample the truth into the ground. Have they no respect for democracy, fairness and the public interest? Is basic decency too much to demand of them?
For more info on Outfoxed, visit http://www.outfoxed.org/
This is a problem that is not peculiar to this one news network. Across the board, we are watching journalism subverted by sensationalism and propaganda. The fourth estate is one of the vital pillars on which democracy stands. Do not stand by and watch it ruined by shallow people. Please watch this documentary. It is a clarion call to all those who stand on the side of fairness and democracy.
Today, the internet is the biggest ray of hope for those who fight to preserve journalism. It costs nothing to disseminate ideas through this medium and it is possible for anybody and everybody to reach a wide audience. The power of money and political clout don't count for much in the cyber world. But all is not well here - there is another battle that looms just beyond the horizon, the one to preserve net neutrality.
For more info on net neutrality, visit the following websites:

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Rage

Note: This post is NOT going to make for pleasurable reading, not by any stretch of the imagination. These are words that have refused to flow from my pen for a long time now. This dull wintry evening, for a reason I know nothing of, they have found their release, and I mine. And I am glad of it, for I carry my pen lighter now. Is this fact or fiction? Does it matter?
To those of you who do venture beyond this point, I ask this much of you. Do not judge me a negative person, upon reading the initial paragraphs. Read on to the end.
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Have you ever felt rage? I do not refer to the sort of anger that makes you want to hurl curses or even blows at someone. No sir! I speak of the primal rage that you feel coursing through your very veins - a feeling that makes you want to END whomsoever is the object of it... right then... right there... with your bare hands. When I speak of ending someone, I don't mean just killing him... you want to rub him out of existence... even from the memories of people... make it like he never existed... wipe the slate clean! That is the sort of rage that in no time drags you across that invisible line which separates the sane from the insane. Mistake it not for the silly madness that makes you crave ice cream on a snowy December evening. This is the sort of madness that takes prisoner your senses and sensibilities before you even know it. It is a rage that derives from deep-rooted hate - hate that slowly burns you up as it burns within you... the sort that leaves you nothing but a hollow husk, numb to all joy.

Forgiveness is divine... but alas, I'm no God! When someone wrongs you so badly as to make you comprehend the true nature of hate, they have killed your innocence - they have killed a part of you. Forgiveness is not an option. However, vengeance doesn't accomplish much either. True, it does grant you an immediate satisfaction but, all too soon you are left with a void that is impossible to fill. What's worse is that the hate and rage make you oblivious to pain - both your own and that of the ones you love - but just long enough to let you commit acts that leave you with the ever-lasting bitterness of regret.
I have felt that hate, that rage and yet I have managed to pull myself out of that downward spiral. So what you may ask was my solution? Amnesia... dumb bleeding amnesia... not the clinical kind, but the self-induced variety that is brought on by sheer force of will. It takes a lot to hold on to your senses while your body shakes from the force of your anger. But in the end, it's worth it to rediscover your lost smile. His life is not worth living, he who can not recall the sound of his own laughter. I can and I do - and every time I do, I smile to myself, relieved - knowing that none of this may have ever come to pass.
I do not have it in me to forgive nor do I even wish to be able to do so. But I can be blissfully absent-minded when I choose to be. There are doors in my mind that have been locked, never to be opened again. The cobwebs of time have already begun to obscure them and soon they will be lost to oblivion. And I live my life now with a passion and vigor known only to one who has wished death. For, no possession is cherished so sweetly, as one lost and regained.
And I leave you now with words from Friedrich Nietzsche: "He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."
PS. I couldn't help myself this incongruously silly digression but all this perhaps explains why my favorite superhero is Batman - his life a hollow existence, defined by the very vengeance that drives him.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Thus spake Nietzsche

Here are a few quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche that I recently came across:

  • Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
  • The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.
  • A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.
  • Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.
  • Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man's?
  • It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right - especially when one is right.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Another day in the life

Note: Text inside square brackets denotes actual physical actions and my take on stuff is demarcated by paranthesis. The rest of the text is what goes on inside my head.

[Ta-na-na Na-na-na Na-Na-Naa... alarm goes off]... who's making these horrible eardrum-busting, eyeball-bleeding sounds at this ungodly hour... wait a bleedin' minute... I know this sound and it means it is no longer some ungodly hour... alarm on my mobile phone. Where is it? That's right, at the foot of my bed. [I turn it off]... it's only the first of 3 alarms... I can sleep till the third one goes off. Argghhh, that annoying cock crows again from across the room... my second alarm... it's already 5 minutes since the first one went off?? Turn it off and lay down again... this time I'll be woken up by pleasant music... I'll get some more shuteye before that and I'll feel better about waking up.

Comfortably numb...what a way to start the day (rhyme entirely unintended)... why don't I lie in bed and listen to the whole song? Western blot... incubation... class? ... 8:58 TRAX? ... shower... breakfast? ... are there any bagels left? Will there be time to dry my hair after I shower? Damn! Get up!

[I jump out of bed... look at the clock that was howling like a banshee a few minutes ago... turn towards the laptop.] No... there's no time for this... [I go through my morning ablutions.] (This marks the completion of the process of my waking up... once I'm through this I won't be able to sleep until the wee hours of the next morning.) [I shower... rummage through my wardrobe as I dry my 'flowing black mane' (which is still a tangled mass of bad hair at this point) and pick a decent (at least I think so) set of clothing] Did I wear these yesterday? Maybe the day before? What the hell, there's no time to look for something else. Must make that next TRAX. [As I put on my clothes, I also pick my laptop. Still, drying my hair. If time permits, I swing by the kitchen for a cup of milk or juice and a bagel. Tie my hair up in a neat pony. I walk/run to the TRAX stop.]

[Once I get to the lab, my day pretty much consists of coffee, work, looking at my reef tank (my own lil' vacation in a box), more coffee, work, music, some more coffee, work, maybe some food... you get the idea.]
(Evenings are a kaleidoscope of movies, music, food (cooking and eating) and a spot of reading. By the time my evening ends, the first hours of the next day are already upon me and the next day begins.)

Mark "Rent-boy" Renton: [narrating] "Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"

But who needs mind-numbing reasons or an-escape-from-reality-reserved-for-pathetic-losers (heroin) when you can have the exctiting and much healthier life of a graduate student? Yes, a grad student's life... a psychedelic cocktail of intellectual peregrinations(research), penury, independence, procrastination... a drab gray existence punctuated by eclectic animated interludes in brillitant colour. Yes, my life's a trip and I love it!

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Know you cussword

Read this and be enlightened:
http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=fuck

What makes me me?

I know this is rather crappy but I just felt like writing this...so read on and suffer!

10 things I love:

  1. To wake up to the intoxicating sound of Pink Floyd or Oasis on a rainy Sunday morning and do nothing all day. Or to drift off to sleep listening to heavy metal (rather counterintuitive to most, but it can be an extremely calming influence).
  2. A cup of strong coffee followed up with a piece of smooth dark chocolate.
  3. The feel of the pages in a new book and the smell of old leather-bound volumes.
  4. The way cool water tastes when I am really thirsty.
  5. A hot bath at the end of a rough day (preferably with music playing).
  6. That sudden spark of inspiration that leads you to the (often simple) solution to a mind-numbing problem.
  7. Sitting down to a hot self-cooked meal.
  8. That well timed PJ (for the uninitiated, if indeed such people do exist, PJ stands for a poor joke and not pajamas!) that makes everyone outwardly cry out in agony while they secretly laugh over it.
  9. Watching people on a bus/train while listening to music - like a silent movie, only better.
  10. Writing with a pencil.

10 things I hate:

  1. Governmental control in everyday life and curtailment of liberty.
  2. Bad music and speakers that jar.
  3. Waiting for the next issue of a comic book to read the ending to a great story.
  4. Dessert that is too sweet.
  5. Sand sticking to my feet and especially in between my toes (yup, you guessed it...I NEVER step into the water when I'm at the beach.).
  6. Siting in the front row in classes.
  7. Dealing with banks and managing finances.
  8. Wet shoes.
  9. Dressing formally.
  10. Tying up my shoelaces.

Friday, September 15, 2006

The Macnife Point of View

It's here. I know you've all been waiting for this. So go visit my new photoblog at http://macnifepointofview.blogspot.com/ and rejoice!

Sunday, September 10, 2006

My life, my loves

Disclaimer: I am responsible for any mental trauma caused by the reading of this crap but there's jack you can do about it. I would blame it squarely on the late hour and the film The Big Lebowski, which I watched just prior to writing this.

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Apart from the noble purpose of seeking enlightenment and such, my existence is driven my love of 3 things: toys, thrills and travel and my greatest passion of all: FOOD!

Let’s save the 3T’s for some other time and go straight to the good part. Food… of all the millions of tastes and flavors, let me just bring up 3. Why 3? Because, 3 is a prime number…not just any prime number but the first lucky prime. Three is symbolic… the holy trinity (the Hindu trinity of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva…well, also Christianity’s Father, Son and Holy Spirit), the 3 fundamental particles, the 3 primary colors, ancient Rome’s triumvirate, the 3 musketeers…wait a bloody second…what the heck am I blathering about? Digressions are sometimes unavoidable, but this one is just too much. Am I digressing again by talking about a digression? Wow! (Pure genius, I know!).

Well, where was I? Ah, the 3 flavors: chocolate, coffee and chillies. What is it with me and groups of three items starting with the same letter of the alphabet? I don’t know. There I go blathering off again.

Chocolate…mmm…chocolate…it exists, therefore I do. I love chocolate for the chocolate and not for the sugar, i.e. the more bitter, the better. Legend has it that the Aztecs and Mayans, who discovered chocolate (the greatest contribution to humanity…ever!), reserved it for their royalty (I’d say those folk had it better than the Greek gods with their ambrosia!) and commoners found stealing chocolate were put to the death. As much as I abhor violence, between me and my chocolate is a bad place to be.
Coffee. Being a full-blooded south Indian, it is only natural that I love coffee. However, I go beyond quintessential cup of filter coffee and embrace coffee in all shapes and forms save for that weird stuff they brew in the Philippines from cat droppings. This is not one of my quirky jokes… I kid you not. I do have one criterion – coffee is meant to be strong. Not strong as in strong enough for you to smell the caffeine but strong as in strong enough for a cup to wake up a sleeping elephant. Bring on the caffeine. (All godless decaf drinkers will have their livers ‘roasted’ in hell!* - roasted, coffee…get it?) I divide my days in two – BC (before coffee) (that’s when I’m pretty much wasted or irritable (read homicidal) or both) and AC (after coffee).
Chillies…yes, chillies. Why chillies, you might ask. Ears turning a slight shade of red, sweat beading on the brow, watery eyes, a drippy nose, lips on fire, lack of any sensation whatsoever on the tongue… those who know these sensations well, know the pleasure that follows it. It’s true…chillies cause the body to release endorphins. An acquired taste most definitely, but one with more depth than most realize. Those who get past the initial burn recognize the many shades of heat… from the tongue tip burn of green chillies to the sharp point of heat traveling through one’s alimentary canal characteristic of habaneros.
These are more than just my favorite tastes…they are my passions. Let me put it this way. If I were to be faced with imminent death, I imagine memories of my life would come flooding (cliché, I know). But not all those memories would be visual, they would be disconnected emotions, smells…TASTES - and my 3C’s would definitely top the list.

PS. I guess this is what happens when I try to write something in a lighter vein.
PPS. * - I stole that one from the ever-so-funny former dis-Information Minister of Iraq, Mohammed Saeed al Sahaf. He said, “God will roast the stomachs of infidels in hell at the hands of Iraqis.” Here’s the part I don’t get. Does he mean to say that all Iraqis by default go to hell? Or is/was there an elite group of Iraqis handpicked by Saddam to work the ‘hell detail’?

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Note

The last few posts have all been on related issues and have been of a quite serious nature. So as to not bore to death the few readers I have (I think there are a few), I'll try to make the next one completely different from these on both those counts.

"They"

I guess shifting blame and shirking responsibilities comes naturally to all of us. We're so good at it that even we don't catch ourselves doing it. There are some commonly used expressions that I wish to discuss in this context.

The first two are expressions that refer to those who are the cause of all of the world's misery - 'THEY' or 'PEOPLE'. The mysterious 'THEY' are everywhere and at the root of every problem but are surprisingly invisible to us, or so it would seem. We are quick to blame everything from bad roads to global warming on 'THEIR' apathy. Yet if any of us should be asked to name 'THEM', we'd be hard pressed for answers. The fact of the matter is that 'THEY' is a subconscious euphemism for 'WE'. It's a means of dissociating ourselves from wrongs and therefore from the responsibility of righting those wrongs.

Another commonly misused expression is "in the good old days". Truth is there were never better or worse times. In the larger context of human history, the world has always been just as bright/dark a place as it is today. Granted that there were fluctuations now and then but those are merely temporally localized events...a product of the randomness that characterizes the universe (of course, I'm glad to have skipped the historical times of the world wars and other such world-shaping disasters). However we use phrases such as "in those days" to imply that our predecessors lived in a better time than ours and hence we have a tougher prospect on our hands when it comes to making changes. Another excuse for our laziness!

In fact, we've become so comfortable within our myopic cocoon that should one of us be willing to try and change things, we ridicule him as a fool and an idealist.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Welfare state

A friend of mine sent me this story about a successful corn farmer who would share his seeds with his neighbours even though they were his competitors at the annual agricultural contest. When asked why helped his neighbours, he replied that it was important for his neighbours to grow good corn so that his crop would be cross-pollinated with good pollen. A simple allegory with deep implications.

This simple allegory reminded me of debates with my friends over the kind of economy that is preferrable, especially in a developing country. I am of the opinion that it's better to have high taxes that pay for welfare measures for the people (such as free education for everyone, subsidized medical care etc).

There are those who feel they'd rather the government left things alone and didn't tax people much. In my mind, such a model would only result in continued widening of the gap between rich and poor. The consequences of such a disparity between classes can only be violence and unrest. These would in turn lead to mass histeria - the people will willingly allow themselves to be controlled, desperate for security or at least an illusion of it... even at the cost of their lierties. Attempts to quell the violence without alleviating the misery that spring is it will only result in its perpetuation. End result: FASCIST POLICE STATE or ANARCHY - either way, it will ultimately lead to a downward spiral. This is a point I've alreay made in my previous post - Cycle of Violence.

Only by sharing the fruits of development equally among all levels of the socio-economic spectrum can equality be attained. Growth will be sustainable only if everybody benefits from it equally. To achieve this, taxation is a viable and ultimately fair means of redistributing wealth. Ultimately everyone has to be happy for anyone to be happy. There will always be the dissatisfied among us, but we can at least eliminate the desperate. We must remember, great deeds are accomplished when mortals strive for ideals.

PS. I am, by no stretch of imagination, an alarmist. There are things that we should be concerned about and our concern must result in action, in change. There is no point in getting scared and running around flapping.

PPS. I'm no commie either. I'm all for supporting individual achievement and to hell with state ownership...nobody's comin near my stuff...ever! All I'm saying is that the spirit of philanthropy in us (those without it must change, if at least for selfish reasons) must be reflected in the system of our economy.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Cycle of violence

With all the talk of fundamentalist threats and conspiracy theories in the air right now, terrorism is on everyone's mind...well almost everyone. But why is terrorism such a big problem in today’s world? How do we find a solution? Here's my take on the issue.

Violence is inherent in nature and malice and covetousness have been the cause of untold bloodshed since the dawn of man. Therein lies the root of the matter. Despite all the talk of equality, it's in human nature to crave the opposite. On the one hand each one of us wants to 'be better' than others, have more than others. On the other, we crave larger-than-life figures to follow, heroes and leaders - so that we may avoid the burden of searching for a vision, a purpose in life. This very laziness to seek the truth is also the why people choose a myopic view of life and limit their goals to success as defined by the norms of a material society - fame, fortune, whatever. So people, out of their moral laziness, resign themselves to lesser pursuits and become consumed by the trappings of their chosen paths - be it religion, money, power. Once trapped by such pursuits, people use the very limitations of their vision to justify immoral acts.

In the context of today's world, there are the economically strong, the worshippers of Mammon, who care only about enriching their coffers and insulate themselves from the consequences of their actions through their elitism. The consequence that such 'men' remain blissfully ignorant of is the economically weak majority being deprived of basic human needs and rights. The oppressed are pushed to a point where they are so bereft of dignity that they are more than willing to believe in any cause which offers that little hint of hope. For many, holding on to such hopes is the only way to survive through hard times. Often, such people are captivated by false messiahs who need do no more than point their finger and give people a target, real or imagined, to blame their troubles on. Instead of helping people work towards solving their problems, these leaders merely perpetuate the pointless venting of anger through violence and hatred. Violent crimes, perpetrated by desperate men, in the name of their beliefs, spread fear that drives the very machinery of oppression which lies at the root of the problem. 'Terrorists' and their like merely provide a pretext for the greedy and power-hungry to retain their grip on people and continue sucking the sap out of society.

Thus we are left with a vicious circle of greed, desperation, lies, fear and violence that perpetuates itself by feeding on innocent lives. Such a society can not be sustained indefinitely. Unless we recognize the root of the issue and right the fundamental wrongs, a lasting peace can not be achieved.

Monday, July 31, 2006

Galt's ire

Why is society so fond of mediocrity? Why has excellence become a curse? Not only are the excellent few forced to carry the burden of the world’s mediocrity, but they are judged by that very mediocre majority who possess no qualification save their number. Why must everyone be deemed deserving of the same fruits regardless of merit, all in the name of equality?

How did we get here? Blame the weak who lack confidence in their deeds…who crave to approval of the masses to reassure themselves of their own worth.

By perpetuating this injustice, we are driving ourselves ever closer to extinction. When the end is upon us, then the mediocre shall be weighed upon evolution’s unbiased scales and found wanting. The Galt in me shall only then find peace, at least some measure of it.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Move over Bono!

Friday, July 28, 2006

Nostalgia

Some call it Madras, some Chennai. To me, it's home. Every time I think of it, I'm flooded with memories good and bad. The first things I noticed upon moving to Madras were the heat, the terrible water, the stench of the Kuvam and the impolite (at first look) people and they did not do much to endear the city to me. But as time passed, the place just grew on me. Having spent nearly a year away from home, I am surprised by how vivid the memories still are. So, permit me to get nostalgic for a moment - these are some of the things that come to mind when I think of Madras.
  • 'Working' (vernacular for being engaged in a pointless pursuit) on my computer (aka my pride and joy) in my room with its walls adorned with posters of superheroes. Being suddenly albeit pleasantly jolted back to reality by the delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen and by the sound of my mom's voice sneaking in from the outside world past the wall of heavy metal music.
  • The sound of the waves at Bessy/Marina beach, the salty air blowing through my hair with the taste of hot grilled corn, sundal or bajji tickling my tongue - be it in the company of friends or in solitude (the kind you experience when you are a silent spectator to the chaotic mass of humanity that surrounds you).
  • Speeding on my Honda Activa on Mount Road - weaving through the wall of traffic, trying to run away from the oppressive heat or enjoying the quietness of the wee hours. Trying not to end up having to grease the pockets of our beloved "uncles" in uniform.
  • Spending a lazy afternoon at home with a bunch of friends and watching movies, listening to music, doing silly things (the kind you do to reassure yourself that you're still only 5 years old) until we realized that the afternoon had stretched far into the night and into the next dawn.
  • Eating out... trying to decide on one from an endless list of options, each as good as the next.

-The countless street food stalls - podi dosai at T.Nagar's Kaiyendhi Bhavan (our saviour when we were hit by those late night hunger pangs) or roti-channa at the little hole in the wall in Saidapet - sitting on the platform hogging till we could walk no more

- Small & cheap restaurants (who could forget the veg biryani at Delux or the rava dosa at Mylai Karpagambal mess). It would be a sin not to mention the all-you-can-eat buffet at Dhaba Express (yes, the one on Cenotaph Road).

- Coffee pubs a la Barista where we'd chat for hours over a cup of friazzo.

- Pizza joints - only to be considered when there's an all-you-can-eat offer going (I wonder if our visits had anything to do with these offers being closed down the very next day...every time ;) )

- Chaat shops ranging from Gangotree and Shree Mithai to the little places in Saukarpet - tastes to die or even kill for.

- And of course the proper restaurants - Wang's Kitchen, Eden... infinite options to satisfy every palate. (I take this chance to pay tribute to my hero, Mr.Mahadevan...praise him for all his amazing restaurants that introduced many of us to diverse cuisines never before heard of in Madras.)

In the interest of brevity (chuckle!), I choose to elaborate no more on the topic of food in Madras. It would suffice to say that Madras is a foodie's paradise.
  • Watching the sky lit up in bright hues on the night of Deepavali. And agonizing over all the pollution the day after.
  • Feeling a tide of emotions - joy, sorrow, hope, despair, dreams and aspirations, love & hate - all come rushing back at once when I step into the PSBB KK Nagar campus.
  • Rebellion welling up deep within at the very thought of Sri Venkateswara College of Engineering, in particular the department of Chemical Engineering - the fascist head of the department Dr.P.V.R.Iyer a man with limitations in every respect save his arrogance. Bun aka R.Parthiban, a man/thing with a vindictive streak as big as his shapeless physical being - a monument to mediocrity.
  • Drinking tea from a tiny cup shared among 3 or more people at the pathetic excuse for a canteen at SVCE. Bunking college, jumping the fence and getting home via diverse modes of transport often under dubious conditions of safety (the milk van, the tractor and the brick lorry) when unable to secure passage on one of those moffusil buses stuffed to twice its capacity.
  • Sipping sherbet soda or sugarcane juice at that little corner shop on a hot summer afternoon.
  • Visiting a friend's house and watching their parents instructing them to follow my example (yes, parents can be THAT myopic!).
  • Headbanging till we dropped at gigs at the Unwind center or the IIT-OAT.
  • Listening to friends jam.
  • Getting together with friends to prepare for an exam and ending up having a lot of fun while still managing to accomplish the goal (a much watered down version of the initially stated one).
  • Playing snooker/pool with friends and trying to explain to parents the smell of tobacco smoke permeating one's clothes.
  • Watching a movie (often a night show) at one of many cinema halls (including the one and only Sathyam Cinemas), recalling movies that we'd watched sitting in various seats (yes, we watched a lot of movies...yes we were that jobless).
  • Celebrating birthdays - mine or a friend's - just another reason to party, really.
Looking back at all those fun years, one thing stands out. Madras is a great place. But alas, he was right who said "The wine doth taste sweeter and the moon doth shine brighter in the company of friends." So I am too close to the truth for my own comfort when I call those the good old days.

Puppet on a string?

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Boredom

Why do we get bored? Because we have nothing to do? Come to think of it, that is rarely the case. Truth is, the absence of choice is a circumstance that is very very rare (the nerds among you will recognize this one from the pool of issue topics for the GRE). Anyway, it all boils down to the fact that we get bored not because we have nothing to do with our time, but lack the will and energy to do the things we can. One thing you can do when extremely bored and tired as I am now is blog... blog about boredom (pure genius...I know!).

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Zappa on Censorship

On the issue of freedom of expression and censorship... censorship to me is the first step in a cascade of control that finally leads to fascism. This is what Frank Zappa had to say about the issue.

Part 1: http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2658805

Part 2: http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2664570

Too bad he had to die... the world today needs people like him more than ever. It's important that a small "educated" minority (read anal-retentives in positions of power) stops dictating to the vast majority... it's time that these "elite" folk stop thinking of the average Joe as an idiot. Let the PEOPLE choose for themselves... funny, I thought we live in a democracy!

FREEDOM TO ALL!

Just what are we doing to our world?

Crap for the day

Reality is all about contradictions coexisting in harmony. What the heck does that mean? If we knew the answer to that we wouldn't be fighting wars, would we?

Of course, I have no illusions about a day in the future when truth will dawn on all humanity... our story has no happily ever after. The only end is extinction. That is an immutable truth for a multitude of reasons which shall be elucidated in future posts. So, why bother then, you may ask? There is still hope that we may delay the inevitable and may be even make a graceful exit. Alas, once again I may be getting carried away by hope... humanity's greatest fault or redeeming virtue?? That being unknown, I shall cling to my hopes and plod on.

PS. To those of you who call me a pessimist, I say this. I'm but an optimist with experience.

PPS. As for those who ask, just who I am to make such statements, I say this. I am a nobody and I know that. Thus, I'm perfectly placed to comment on everybody and everything. ;)

Friday, July 21, 2006

Poppin my bloggin' cherry!

This post marks the dawn of a new era! Well, not quite... what it does mark though is an increase in the amount of useless crap that sullies the so called information superhighway. It was just another typical weekday afternoon. I was in my office/lab...brain cooked from the heat and bouncing around crazy conclusions drawn from ambiguous data. A friend showed me a blog - after several minutes of excruciating pain caused by reading some of the posts, it suddenly dawned on me. What a brilliant source of sadistic pleasure a blog is! I too shall blog and share my own brand of pain (which I like to call my sense of humour) with the rest of humanity (at least the fraction of it that is wired to the internet). This is it...no one is safe any more. Abandon all hope, ye who stumble onto my blog...for unfathomable PJ's, bad poetry and wacky thoughts await thee! As for the ones who walked in knowingly, you deserve all that shall befall you! Happy reading, fellow jobless organic bipeds (supposedly equipped with a sixth sense!??).