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Saturday

The Ballad of the Higgs Boson.

(Image from the CERN website- http://public.web.cern.ch/public/)

Of the Higgs field non-zero
Only I am the hero.
From the 1960s only predicted
In 2012 CERN scientists detected.
My raison d’etre fundamental
Giving mass to particles elemental.
With no sign of a spin intrinsic,
Possess neither charge color nor charge electric.
When energy with energy collide
I was there, it was spied.
Unstable I don’t  exist long
Gone by the end of this song.
With a field scalar, I my own anti
Weighing in a whopping 125 GeV/c2.
Celebrate my being full throttle
My potential resembles a champagne bottle.

There was a Big Bang
All the doubts scatter.
I am the Higgs Boson
I make the Universe matter.




Friday

M F Hussain dies and other observations

The Indian media and a lot of the general public often remind me of Gus Portokalos, the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding who always found a way of attributing everything to having been invented , discovered or originated from the Greeks.  The desire to associate an Indian connection with everything is almost as strong if not stronger.
We have been quick to claim the Nobel Prizes of  Hargobind Khorana and S Chandrasekhar though they did their lives work in the USA. But these are at least direct connections. Sunita Williams  is claimed as one of our own- through a more indirect connection ( her Slovenian roots are not mentioned much). The president of Mauritius  is a local boy from Bihar. Every child of Indian descent winning the US Spelling Bee a national achievement. Neil Kashkari also has an Indian connection and of course Vikram Pandit and Indra Nooyi are our own. 
So one would think that actual Indian-grown-Internationally-renowned talent would be lionized a great deal more. After all one does not have to look for some tenuous connection to go into the throes of Indian- connection induced ecstasy, like with Obama's pocket Hanuman charm. So Salman Rushdie should have statues made in his honor as should M F Hussain.
But the former's book was banned in our land, the second country to do so. While India's Picasso  has died in exile. Both exiled for "offending" the sensibilities of people too ignorant to understand their work. Now, while Rushdie may yet earn his way back into being another Indian-doing-great-things maybe by winning the Nobel- the Booker of Bookers is obviously not enough, Hussain unfortunately has passed on.

Sunday

Lesson 4: So Feminism did not ever do anything for you?



Seriously? Yes, very seriously? You mean to say you actually believe it. Well, good for you!

You say it is because access to education is no big thing- the women in your family have been educated for generations before feminism and will continue to be so till the ashes of feminism get cold. So really, it does not matter to you that you have the freedom to study what you want to attend any educational institution you like is not such a big deal. I do not know about your foremothers, who I am sure were enterprising women, but my grandmother (who also happened to be highly educated, and yes feminism did a lot of things for me and my mother) needed her brother to champion her cause for higher studies and then needed special dispensation from the University to be allowed to study Mathematics, because it was considered out of the brain capacity of women. And not only her, but also that representative of higher education for women, Marie Curie, the winner of not one but two Nobel prizes, had to leave Poland to move to Paris where she was allowed to study science. But hey, what does it matter travel broadens the mind.

Being an equal inheritor of property and wealth with your brothers does not mean much? Because your family always made provisions for their women. Well, wouldn’t it take only one or two people to change that dynamic in your family too (with all due respect to their sense of justice).  After all what a benevolent family hath given it can as easily take away.

And really having the right to vote does not matter much either, right? And women politicians should really stay at home preferably barefoot and pregnant. Because all this stuff about equal rights is just talk and what actually counts is privilege by accident of birth. You deserve to enjoy the privilege because you were born to it, the other women, tough luck to them.

Access to equal medical care, birth control or the right to manage your own contraception is also no biggie. Of course not. It is so much nicer when your husband or the men in your family have the right to grant you the privileges to call your body your own- after all what are you but a vessel mostly for helping give brith to more masters of the human race.


And you never had any problems ascending the corporate ladder at the workplace despite being a woman. Because you had a really good maid and excellent support in the shape of your mother, mother-in-law to substitute for day care. And it is people's bad luck if they do not have it. And maternity leave is for losers- because men never get medical leave for sickness- medical leave that becomes half pay and then without pay depending on how long they are away from work. After all women must choose between family and work- just like men do- what is that? Men don't, because more often than not they have someone managing their homes for them. I guess there is equality, one gender gets more of it. 

Oh feminism really does nothing for you because you are a man. And it really is not a big deal that you have to conform to rules as rigid as those that govern the other half of the human race. After all it is great to always have the burden of being the provider the hunter the gatherer the decider. And it is even more wonderful to not be allowed to have any kind of weakness. And your spouse is an inferior not a equal- but that is how it is- with you in charge of her, like with any other possession.

What is that? It is not feminism that bothers you, rather that those pesky feminists look for equality even while not giving up their seats on the bus? I agree that is a huge deal. I am sure they would love to give those up as long as they were guaranteed penny for penny the exact same wage for the exact same work, the right to be respected as much as men are, the right to be heard without being viewed through the lens of the weaker sex, the autonomy over their bodies and decisions regarding those, not being objectified as things, being as human. Oh and they are “respected” if they do not cross over the goddess line and continue being nurturing giving and sacrificing? Well, what if they do not want to be objects of worship, rather allowed to be human- you will not allow that.


Anyhow, please pay my respects to everyone else under that rock with you. Privilege is wonderful when you have it. Not so much if you view people who do while you do not.

Tuesday

On Blogging


In the life of a blogger
There comes a time
When the virtual world
Loses it charms
Blogger and its new templates
Even the lure of monetization
Or adWords
Seem lack lustre.
The prospect of moving to wordpress
Or getting your OWN DOMAIN
( at a price, what else?)
Is just not attractive
Anymore.
This is usually the same day
When you suddenly find
Everyone has a blog
And they blog religiously
And your least favorite cousins'
Mundane musings
About an even more boring life
Are eagerly read AND commented on
By more people
In the last week
Than have even clicked on
Or lingered
( there is an app for those stats, didn't you know)
On your (hopefully)
More literal, witty and amusing
and less idiotic pieces
and heartfelt poetry 
In all of the last year!

Friday

Existential Crisis

Suddenly I am not who I thought I was. Rather who the daily newspaper said I was. One of the roughly half a billion people born under the sign of the archer. So I am no longer painfully honest, nor child like, nor brightly oblivious to others nor any of the other things wise folk like Linda Goodman, or Bejan Daruwala said I had. Worse I think I am no longer fiery like fire signs.
 Maybe they have a new element  ( let it one of the cooler ones from the Android Alchemy game, maybe Radium if not....) for me- after all I am the newest of new, an Ophiucan. Or Serpentauran( sounds cooler). Actually I am not sure what to think of it. Half man half horse is very cool in a Greek mythology kind of way. But a person wrestling a serpent is either foolhardy or someone who needs a PETA intervention.  
And now I wonder if I am even compatible with Kalyan, who by his Taurean bullishness remains his sign. Or are we more compatible now than ever( provided we were zodiacally so in the first place). And then what becomes of my horoscope- and just when everything was supposed to begin to be awesome. Woe is me.
So pardon me while I make a few human sacrifices to some non-Babylonian deity, and ponder on who I really am. Though I am really glad I did not get any tattoos nor spend money on that sign-themed gold pendant.

Sunday

Monday

E-Stalker

Do you follow me on twitter

Hanging on every 140 expression

Of some whimsy of mine?

Do you look at my status on gchat and wonder

Why I show busy but never reply?

I have been looking through

Your pictures on facebook

Where we are friends

Following your status updates

Reading your daily blogs

On your mundane daily life

Made fascinating by your willingness to lay bare

Before a stranger

The intricacies of your real relationships.

Friday

The Wicked atheist-out of the box




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The muse as a Structural Equation

I miss the old days

The old innocent days

Life uncomplicated

Unsullied by complex modernity

Life innocent

Of MS Excel

Or other MS monstrosities

Word 2003 and every other year

Every circa AD.

But even MS- initiation

Did not fully sully

The Innocence

As fully

As Statistical Software packages did

All those endins SS( SPSS and NCSS)

( was it a sign I wonder?)

When one went hunting for Rsquares

And significances

(usually with a magnifying glass)

Heck, even that nostalgia seems for really bygone days

Even the Un-LISREL’d days

Were better

I was happy

Not knowing those Beta and Gamma Matrices

Those Phis and Psis Ksis and Etas

Greek would have been simpler

In the classical

Combined with software

And models

Structural and Measurement

I might

Just be another casualty

Of a F_A_T_A_L_E_R_R_O_R.

Wednesday

55er: Unlikely Libbers

The Princesses were on strike. The Brothers Grimm tried everything. Promising more happily ever afters, threatening with wicked witches and dragons. Even high-handedly - transforming frogs into beautiful women to provide them competition.

The Princesses just refused to go back to their tales.

They had such unreasonable demands

“We want to be doing the rescuing.”

Thursday

WTF1

Ever since Keith Olberman started the WTF segment (even before that, but one looks for legitimacy- like big firms do), I have wanted to incorporate that somehow in the things I read and do a double take on. You know the "Is this REALLY what happened?"Not "What were they thinking?" but things that induce the "Were they thinking?" effect.
I think it is but appropriate that this news should have the honor of being the pioneer post in what will undoubtedly be a long running series.

Let us not even go into the whole "We do not ask for it" deal. We do not, but you know what, no one gives a damn for what we want. Women, let us face it, fair and square, are not human enough to feel that these sort of policies in , irony of ironies, Women's Colleges (maybe those should be called Woemen's Colleges, they do seem intent on making women woe-ful) push women firmly into the thriteenth century- or a more unenlightened time. Let us forget that "They cannot control themselves" is not a very flattering argument for men either. Because in some kind of warped mentality, this idea makes sense to these very respected Principals of these women's colleges. As does "Let us lock up the girls, it is good for them" does to parents, teachers, law makers the country over. After all it is their fault, their dress, their looks, that poor men cannot "control" their unquenchable lust. It is "immodest dress" that makes a man a wild animal on the loose wanting to screw anything and anybody in sight. Poor men. They cannot help it.

However, this is a time of great economic uncertainty. People are losing jobs- and homes often unable to pay their mortgages or bills. Consumer confidence is down. '09 and a year or so after is bound to be bad for everyone. So, it is rather difficult in times like this for women to change their wardrobes, just to continue their education. Something that someone like me, with a wardrobe for four jeans and 13 teeshirts( those were my undergrad clothes), would have to do, spending on salwar kameez's and saris, maybe lehenga's and cholis . Anything but those figure revealing evil bits of clothing like jeans and teeshirts (those evil influences of the corrupt West). But that can cost money. Money that hard working parents are probably saving up for lavish weddings- after all , all good girls need to "Settle down". The other alternative- changing the college is there too, but who is to say it will not get enlightenment in the shape of rules of dress of the same sort. After all high heels do cause moral women to falter in a literal and figurative sense ( the colleges are banning women from wearing, jeans, sleeveless shirts, high heels, "revealing clothes"- I guess anything revealing more than a burka will do- no, but that is what they do in backward countries, not enlightened ones where women are empowered. In women-respecting, empowered sociei=ties like India they just ban them wearing some clothes, to protect them.....) .

I propose something simpler, cheaper too. A plan breathtaking in its simplicity.
Just BLINDFOLD THE MEN.
Easy- it just takes a large handkerchief or bandana or scarf.
Economical- that costs about much less than an entire wardrobe- and bulk buying would certainly make the costs drop.
And Effective- 100% ( not even abstinence gives you that assurance). Because they will not be able to see women, and so will not be incited to lust against them. Simple. No hassle, no new wardrobes, no, "reduce the incidence of" , simply a blanket ban of sorts.

Of course blinding the men would be even more effective, but it would tie up precious resources in the form of doctors, and would work out to be just a little bit detrimental to a workforce. Blindfolding would be just as effective.

Indeed, I propose we could each start a fund to collect the money for the scarves. Lets take up a collection.
Any takers?

No??? I thought not.

EDIT: Come to think of it, Castration would be even more effective( a shoutout to Pragya- thank you for that suggestion). So if the blindfolding fails, lets do that.....

And since there is no point raising a wtf issue without protesting, here is the contact email for one college contact@dayanandgirlspgcollege.org . One could direct some ire there.

I sent this email
"To

The Principal

DGPC College

Kanpur

Dear Madam

I send this letter to you as a concerned woman citizen of India. I recently discovered that your institution instituted a policy banning women students from wearing of jeans and high heels, “to prevent eve teasing” the logic goes. I find it very ironic that an institute that celebrates “enlightened feminism” ( this is from your website http://www.dayanandgirlspgcollege.org/principal.htm) should engage in a classic “Blame the Victim” game. Women do not ever “ask for it”. No matter what they wear or do. Harassment is a crime- with the harasser not the victim being the perpetrator. And an education institution that tries to perpetuate the myth that in the case of sexual harassment it may be the victim’s fault, is not only failing in its duty to its students but to society as a whole. You mention developing “confident women” in your website. It is a noble goal. But restricting women to dress in a particular manner is not going to help them become confident, or even equal. Indian law recognizes women as having the same rights as men. Why, then do you want to abrogate that right and allow anti-social elements the freedom to use their victims as an excuse for the crime. Your policy saddens me as a woman, as an Indian and as a human being. It makes me feel sorry for my sisters who have to follow these almost Talibanical dress codes, to struggle hard just so that they can get an education and become equal contributing citizens of our country. We have long way to go as a nation to achieve perfect equality between the sexes, but policies like your own, only firmly kick us further back in the past. Don’t teach your girls that it is their fault if they are harassed. Don’t give the criminals who harass them free run, don’t let these anti-social elements terrorize our streets. Teach your girls to take a stand, to become the “enlightened feminists” you want them to. I appeal to you as a woman, a citizen and a fellow law abiding human being.

Regards

Alankrita Pandey"


The other colleges are ( still looking for contact emails and things)

Acharya Narendra Deo College,

Sen Balika College

Johari Devi Degree College.


Intergallactic Poetry Appreciation

Vogon poetry is not the worst in the Universe. But the Vogons are bad poets. Perhaps the worst ones in the universe. Consider the portion

"dr fllthprtyulipa

Rtthy mnsprksakal"

There is nothing wrong with it.

However, combined with

"Rhtt ghlyippnss

Gerpillioustarte heliaster heliaster"

it becomes catastrophic. Indeed so bad that one begins to re-read it to see if it is really as horrible as on the first reading.


 

Normally I do not read poetry. Even the pieces that I criticize. I don't not read it, but hurriedly glance through it. Picking on words and pieces and sort of connecting the ideas. If the picture that emerges seems to make sense, I write out my criticism or words of appreciation. And conserve my "will read in detail and consider every portion" for prose- mostly newspaper articles and newsflashes about the stock market. I invested a lot of Arcaturan Artemii in the NYSE and lost a fortune- but then Arcaturas was destroyed and what would I do with it anyhow.

Back to poetry, you can see how bad poetry can be a drag. It wastes time. Time I can spend more constructively doing other things. Bad poetry forces me to read it- analyze it and get disturbed by it.

Good poetry is easy. Raetians are decent poets. Or as good as poets can be. With three word poems- they hardly waste intellectual space. And are very content with "very nice" as a criticism. Indeed they are content with no comments at all. Creatures of a few but well-chosen words indeed.

Vogons, on the contrary want you to read their poetry. And criticize it. It is usually appalling, so the criticism becomes forced- every other species is forced to go through and for sanity's sake make noises about it. And the noises follow. Like the case quoted above. How can you not be compelled to say that it is all wrong.

"heliaster heliaster" indeed

When actually "fllthprtyulipa

Rtthy" cannot be "heliaster". It needs "beliramna seliarmna" or the entire inteneded meaning is lost. And how does one know intended meaning? Simply because the Vogon poet has expressed it clearly, loudly and several times- in prose at the beginning of, in the middle of and at the end of each and every poem.

They are bad poets. Very bad ones. But they get their audience. Of course one dies in throes of supra-gallactic seizures and stomach cirrhosis (species that have stomachs) but one is an audience- unwilling or otherwise.

Edited to Add: this has been written by an Alien Alter Ego Intellikins Alienofski. A little green creature, this one often writes about things about the universe etc. Should have clarified earlier, but Intellikins has no copyright or copyleft issues.

Wednesday

A Dark Tale- or the Perils of writing Poetry

It was a dark day in early April. Actually it was not so dark. And I am not sure it was in April-early or late- either. But that does not matter. This is a dark tale of soul destroying despair and it needs all the build-up it can get. I wrote down something, something, something Dawn, then a line later rhymed it with Morn. And the beginning of the end had started. The end of sanity, happiness, and a good credit score. But I did not know. How could I? I was busy writing poetry. Rhyming Way with May, Away and Gay(this was in more closeted times).

Parenting is an onerous responsibility. I know it now. But I do not really blame my poor non-rhyming parents. They could have stopped me. They did not. Too much of black coffee, astrophysics and a liking for Faiz does that to you. You miss out on responsibilities to Progeny. Responsibilities to dash the paper and pen away from the little fingers at the first sign of Night being rhymed with Might, before it plunges everyone into black ruin. Spare the iambic pentameter spoil the child.

But those were more innocent times. One had to wend ones weary way through the world unchecked and unencumbered. So I rhymed through school magazines. And did not seem to find much adult guidance regarding the horrors I was unleashing. I guess a large student to teacher ratio denies these simple life lessons to one. As do distractions in the shape of education. But what use is a degree- even a third or fourth one, if it does not reveal to you what an insufferable bore you are- always searching for the right meter.

There were signs. There always are. The neighbors dog howled incessantly every time I tried to write verse- even free verse. But I ignored it- it could be that the howls were not very specific- he did tend to howl at children- big and small, adults, cats, kites, mice, his master, the moon and on every day beginning with a T. But his howl at my poems had a darker more were-wolfish tinge. Of course I did not hear it then. I was too busy looking at sonnet schemas. The tom-cat at home hurled hairballs and chewed up poems- but I paid no attention to the feline. It ran away eventually. Ostensibly to meet other cats. But that was just an excuse. By the time I discovered sestinas, even hamsters were avoiding me. And the one tiger I met in a reserve got himself captured by poachers a little while later.

In my early twenties I discovered haikus and was seized by a dull despair. I had begun to weary of this addiction to verse- bound or free. I plunged myself into work but the lure of the villanelle (among other things) proved too strong. I wrote about emotions and passions and love and the other things that go with it.

Cataclysmic events took place in the world- there were tornados and earthquakes and terror attacks. It was as if the elements were trying to warn me. But I paid no heed. My boss left his job. As did his secretary. "More money "they whispered, but in my heart I knew it was my poems. Sort of chastened I moved to higher education. But the plaque followed. And before I knew it I was trying to massacre the Greek myths in meter.

Then the world financial system collapsed. Bear Sterns fell, then AIG and the big banks needed to beg money to keep them afloat. But it was only when Iceland went bankrupt that I began to realize the extent of my addiction. The next time the urge came on to obfuscate feeling, I desisted. I went for a long walk- then a run and wandered through a couple of Museums of Natural History. I did this for a week. Of course I ended up in Waco and had to take a Greyhound bus back to Arlington, but when I last checked the Dow is climbing again.


 


 


 


 

Tuesday

Heisenberg’s Uncertainty

You cannot know

Momentum and position

At the same time

Though the product of the two

Is less than half the constant of Planck.

This is all about a quantum

Which being a particle is also a wave

Heisenberg the uncertainty postulated

For certain with a Fourier analysis.


 


 

Saturday

Wisdom

So I hid the remote. I know it was not very noble of me. But I had no choice. Not with NBA season following NFL season. Don’t get me wrong. I have chanted “Let’s Go Mavs” yelled “De-fense” till I was blue in the face - at the American Airlines Center, no less. But I like Jon Stewart. More than King James and when Colbert follows- even Kobe Bryant cannot keep me on basketball. Not even on HD.

Earlier I used to engage in discussions, becoming rants, on the dangers of letting things go out of hand. For miscellaneous items of clothing, towels and such like. In the hope that I to would learn to be organized. I have since learned the joys of having separate closets- and separate restrooms. And my closet is on an average tidier and better organized- (by about a 1/100, but hey there is a significant p there somewhere….).

Life on the whole has mostly been a breeze. I mean there is a lot to be said about someone willing to type out 100s of references of horrible papers in ASQ and such like for my school work. Also if the same someone has spent more time circling my department, than returning from Dallas (on I-35). Of course this is the same someone with whom I have warred while learning how to drive. Argued, screamed, thrown fits (as much as it is possible while concentrating on Stop Signs and one way streets). But I passed my drivers with an “Excellent job, you had a good teacher”.

But even as my eye becomes softer and I decide to go back and edit some of what I have written so far- make it little softer- talk a little about myself, I hear something on TV about how Ray Allen really helped them Celtics. In the middle of news.

How will I deal with it? Exercise. Yup. Always works And I have two plus years of being together wisdom.
“Exercise Releases endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. And Happy people DO NOT kill their husbands”.

Sunday

Lugubrious libations

Wine makes me whine
Gin is grim
Rum so glum
Whisky makes tears risky
For unadulterated soul rot
A Vodka martini hits the spot.

Monday

Probability



You cannot get

Heads and tails together

When you toss a coin

Nor all numbers

In the throw of a dice

(that’s why the house always wins, y’know)

And events can either happen

Or maybe they won’t

The  happening and non-happening

Both cases together a certainty.

Mutual if together, exclusive apart

Two coins ( or dice- hey it’s a subject of chance)

Mutually exclusive( you could use three or four or more)

Certainly calculate the odds of winning

Big at a race or the market

Just not guaranteeing

Whether you surely will.

Photoelectric Effect


A photon decided

A metal plate

To irradiate

An electron robbed

The energy

And escaped

Work function

To functioning work

Nobel Prize committee’ d rave

Light both a particle and a wave

 

Special Theory of Relativity



Where there is a will

There are relatives

A simple explanation

Of frames in relative motion

The former

Easier to understand

E=mc2 more than a lifetime to comprehend

Saturday

Schrödinger's cat


A black cat in a dark room

Radioactive material

Death a half life away

Or maybe not

Half lives are tricky

Equally dead and equally alive

At the same time.

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