Bizarre Frequencies

Jab AN aur AN ke beech mein J aata hai tab ANJAN banjata hai

Monday, October 31, 2005

Just Blossomed

Yesterday was a very special day, to me and my family. We grew older, not in terms of age, but in terms of responsibilities, in term of happiness, in terms of content. My sweet sister put a step forward into motherhood. Yes, she is a mom now, and i get a "mama" tag on my collar. I knew it was yesterday and my mind was virtually with my family; was so restless untill i heard the news. The baby boy is active, healthy and seem to have sharp features. I heard him yell out to the world, a grim shrill voice, as his cry echoed all over the phone, and he was just 2 minutes old then. Lets welcome a new life to this world.
From then, my mind is often being drifted to the last time I have participated with my family. That was my sisters marriage. Almost five days of celebrations, new relationships in the making, re-union of families, laughter spread all around, and in the midst, organising, responsibility, service, and planning innovative enjoyment. I still remember it raw in my mind, the celebrations started the very next day i landed and had to get ready and prepare myself in the hush. I spent quality moments with my family and friends especially. In my absence all my friends had become so close to my sister and they were around for the entire week as a part of the family. Here are some memorable moments spent during her marriage that would never fade.

collage created with photoshop cs

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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

History of Middle Finger !!

Well,'s something I never knew before. I was sent this as a forward and I feel compelled to put it on to my more intelligent friends in the hope that they, too, will feel edified.
Isn't history more fun when you know something about it?

Giving the Finger
Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future.
This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew"). Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck yew!"
Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in conjunction
with the one-finger-salute! It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird."
And yew thought yew knew everything.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005


Last weekend i was having a chat on a cup of chocolate milk with an Iranian friend of mine who lives in the same building.
After having quite some exchange of words about Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, and his extremism inside the government and the policy of moderation, out of curiousity this is what happened...

Me: What do you think about the wells?
He: Oh, there are many
Me: How many?
He: May be thousands. All you need is a bore to dig and a machine capable of doing it.
Me: You must be kidding.... you make it sound so simple..... but how deep are they?
He: A few hundred metres is good enough in certain feilds, but know that they are useless in that shape.
Me: And all the money in the politicans pocket
He: You bet man
Me: ya ... how much would it cost in the cradle?
He: 8 cents a litre
Me: WHAATTTTT!!?? a mere eight cents!??
He: Yes man.... you tank up your car in 3 euros if you were to drive it to iran.

I threw up!!

( And still cribbing ... the petrol prices have shotup to 1.4 euros here ..... how much is it there??)

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Comfortably Numb

If at all im in love with music, its because of Pink Floyd. I have been listening to Comfortably Numb everyday from quite a few days. The brilliant musical arrangements, haunting guitar solos, ethereal vocals and sweeping lyrics illustrate just why this band is considered one of the best in the history of rock music. Yet not only is the song an important number in the Floyd catalogue but it is also arguably one of the most important songs of those days...... and the words go ....

Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do belive it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb.

This one of the best songs ever written, and was co-written by David Gilmour and Roger Waters. There are a couple of theories about this song being inked. One says, Dave wrote it for Roger Waters who fell sick during a stage performance of food poisoning and needed a shot of adreneline to feel well enough to play the show. That is what he means by the lines ...
Can you stand up?
I do belive it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
The second one is, as it is very clear, about drugs. There was a major addiction in England those days (late 70´s i think), even Syd Barrett, the bands very own member was deeply drenched in dope and ruined his career because of it. Today he lives in ailment, disease ridden. This song was considered to be an alarm to everybody who seek drugs. Synthetic happiness, escaping pain through substances, I think a lot of people that have experimented with drugs can relate. When you just get overwhelmed by emotions and you feel so hurt that you would rather be numb than to care. They also made a movie "The Wall", derived from their album (the movie had all the songs) based on a young detached rock star Pink, caught up in the frenzy of the drugs and loses everything in despair.The music part of it is totally mesmerising and i lose my mind on David Gilmour´s guitar work, especially when he plays the slide guitar. The song has been picturised beautifuly and its the lyrics that spread the wave. This song and the album and the movie became so popular that people got inspired enough to giveup drugs. If not for anything, we gotta salute them for making a difference.

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Thursday, October 06, 2005

What is Mathematics?

As usual, my desk at work yesterday looked like a war zone; sheets spread all over (some on the poor monitor too), a couple of books flipped to arbit pages, half eaten sandwich, my stabilo color pens lying everywhere (i like to work with different colors as its easy to distinguish between things). And I cant help it too, thats the kind of work I do. Imnot an Einstein or Feynman who workout equations from eternity. I need to refer books, look for whats appropriate, contemplate, derive some on my own, and extend it to my use case, and integrate them finally ( that by gods grace, if i dont get lost mid-way. Otherwise i need to press the restart button). So this sweet little angel (my boss´s daughter), Julia runs in and i dont notice because i am indulged in my own set of problems. She slowly looks over my shoulder standing on the desk behind me, and gets disturbed by what she sees. Those seems like alien notations, a sort of syntax that she hasnt seen before. Seeing my scribblings (which are vector differential equations, 3 dimensional matricies, and weird notations that we use in robot mechanics and vector algebra), she thought its all together a different language. With a confused look she asks me, " What language is this?". Surprised to hear the little ghost, I gently say, " this is mathematics. Im sure you will do this when you grow up". She runs away into her dads cabin and dashes in with a book in her hand, flips it to a page where the four basic mathematical operations(+,-,*,/) are described and illustrated with figures, and tells me, " Look, this is mathematics, not what you are doing". I sit there and nod my head like a loser.

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