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Monday, March 24, 2014

Fursat ke Raat Din

I wonder what would have been the state of Physics knowledge today had Newton been busy checking his facebook status when the apple fell.

We are so busy these days! People have no time for anything. They are constantly checking up the Net for the next interesting update on their social network: who is feeling bloated after a heavy lunch? who is not feeling like working after a 'spirited' weekend? Who has just made a banana pudding or something? How important!

It's hard to have anyone's undivided attention for any significant time because they must look at their phone once every few seconds. Deep discussions, that one life-saving, relation-building, intellect building, thing we used to do with our friends are now a thing of the past. 

Talking of our kids, they don't know how to deal with open time, open space. We used to wait with bated breath for half an hour of Mickey and Donald on Sunday mornings. Our kids have 24 by 7 uninterrupted supply of Doraemons, Ninja Hattoris, Chhota Bheem, Thomas and his Friends etc etc. A moment by themselves, and they become irritable.

For us as children, the state of boredom was probably the most important trigger for creativity. When those summer vacations turned out to be longer than could be filled up with cricket, hide-n-seek, game of cards, climbing trees, chit-chats -- that when our drawing kits used to come out, visits to the library became an option. Creativity was not an option, it was an essential survival tool for us. There was no format, no classes, no costs. Identify things you love doing, or get bored.

Today, various expensive tests have to be done to find out your talent. Tennis classes you stop going to after a few days, swimming classes you discontinued because of your allergy, singing, piano, drawing, abacus ... thousands and thousands spent to find that one perfect match for your talent.

We like to believe that everything is custom-made for us. That one life-partner, that favourite food item, the perfect profession, the only artistic expression. The pursuit for perfection leads us to react in a bored way to almost everything that comes our way. Our lover must sweep us off our feet. The best cuisine must give you an orgasm. We should be in a profession where we love every moment of our day.

I mean, come on!

I know, for the above banter, I am going to be branded the typical old-school guy who can't tolerate how technology affects our lives. But we are probably the last generation left here who can tell what it means to really go unplugged, offline. Our kids will never know that feeling, except as rare moments of complete despair.

Anyway, I wanted to make it a quick one. I had thought of it many times, but felt inspired to write this out inspired from a similar post from one of my friends today about how people have started depending on facebook trivia to express themselves and find interest in life.

We are so strange! On the one hand, we keep whining about how busy we are; how nice the days were when we had free time. On the other, we greet fleeting moments of leisure and emptiness with complete boredom and apathy!

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Library

Do you know what an interesting thing I have been doing off late? Spending several hours in the library - reading, working! I don't carry my computer or phone along. These are moments of almost complete concentration and amazing productivity. 

Just to be honest, the real reason for doing so is not a meditative mind, but a mind completely messed up with constant interruptions -- students, office, facebook ... My office is like a marketplace of distractions.

This is something I haven't been doing off late; for a long time, in fact. I don't remember when I have ever done it. I was a regular visitor to libraries when I was a kid. That was pre-Internet era, remember! But I would never really sit in a library and study. I would borrow and return books, browse the shelves may be. But would never sit there and read.

This new-found experience is therefore a first-time experience for all practical purposes. And though, right now, the library serves sort of a negative purpose -- that of hiding from commotion, I hope to turn it into a purely positive one -- wherein I go there seeking something, rather than hiding from something I dread.

If this goes on, this surely finds a place in my 2014 achievements!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Some Obvious Points

Everyday, I meet n number of my foreign-returned Indian friends who endlessly lament about how bad and unsafe the Indian roads are and how they have no other go but to use a car to go out on them. And here we have an American post-doc scholar at IIITB named Ryan, an MIT PhD, who cycles down everyday about 13-14 km to Electronics City from HSR Layout where he is put up. On being asked about how it is, he says very nonchalantly: 'It just takes 30-40 minutes. That's about the time I used to bike to work everyday in US. So, it's OK.'

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I'm conscious that I am using the power that the white skin and names like MIT have on us Indians to drive home some points which should have been rather obvious: 
  • that 'we' are the reason for our bad roads, 
  • that cycling is good for everything -- your health, your wallet, and the environment, 
  • that the reason we can't dump our car is not because of bad roads, it's because of our false sense of status  and/or pure laziness.
)

Monday, February 03, 2014

At Crowne Plaza, Electronics City, Bangalore




Vigyan and I visited Hotel Crowne Plaza on a Sunday morning in September 2013. Bangalore Literature Festival was on there. There was a message from our arts enthusiasts' group that members would gather there and would do group sketching. However, no one turned up except us, it seems. So, we father-son fooled around a bit, shared a sugar candy, took some photos, attended a live interview of Mr. Gulzar, and then returned. This painting is done from one of the photos we took.

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Sunday, January 05, 2014

2013 Balance Sheet

2013 was momentous! It's marked by some mega-events of my life. And it's dotted with millions of moments lived with an attitude that made me feel more happy, complete, magnanimous, humble, alive, than ever before.

Plus

  1. Became a teacher – finally!
  2. Bought a house.
  3. Kept cycling, climbing steps. With the above job change, I got rid of my 4 hour daily commute. Now, I cycle to my office. I also have kept up the habit of taking the steps in my apartment. 6 floors up, 1-2 times a day, done for a long time is a small but definite addition to my health.
  4. Water colouring. My attempts at water colouring saw a visible upswing this year. My paintings have started looking more fresh and confident. My feeling of struggle reduced too.
  5. Singing. Well, I have always played down my musical side. Partly because I never felt I had much potential. This year, I started some of those shortcomings wither, which I used to think of as inherent characteristics of my voices, starting to go.
  6. Family time. Has been better than ever before
  7. Learned mindfulness better:

  • Handling anxious moments

    • Preparing
    • Faith in myself
    • Comfort in discomfort. This has been an important step in overcoming my long-standing starting problem. Lack of clarity, ambiguity, uncertainty etc. used to paralyse me (they still do) before I was to start something. I have made a start to ignore these feelings when I know that what I want to do is good on other more objective measures.
    • Self forgiveness. I consider this new found attitude to be the main reason why I have seen improvements in many of my endeavours (singing, painting etc.)
    • Breathing while yet not there. It's a part of a bigger attitude change of not wanting everything to be settled in order to feel comfortable. Human mind will never stop aspiring. Therefore, there's never going to be a moment in life when there's nothing pending. Pining for the elusive state of completeness is a big mistake. Life is now, at the moment. Breathe.

    Minus

    No swimming, no Yoga. I started these all with great gusto, but was interrupted. Swimming stopped simply because the chlorine in the swimming pool of our apartment would giving me terribly burning eyes. While practising Yoga, I seem to have overdone something which made me feel very unwell at a point. I couldn't get back after that.
    No publications again. My last 4 years have been without any publications! It's very bad patch. I have been doing research, have been getting results, but haven't published anything. You may think I got lots of rejects. Wrong. I never submitted any of my work. Don't ask me why!
    Writing, drawing, reading. They saw a down-turn towards the last few months. All blames to my new job, which has consumed my time like a black-hole.

    Lessons Learnt

    Leave certain details for the last moment. Rely on your ingenuity.
    Don't curse yourself for everything that goes wrong.
    Depend on others.
    Breathe when in distress.

    New Year Challenge

    Of course, I would like continue concentrating on leading a more wholesome life -- moment by moment. But I am not perfect, and discovering my own weaknesses and winning over them remains an integral part of the fun.

    Fear of Failure

    My greatest challenge has been my deep rooted shyness/fair of rejection/fear of failure. Much of what I do, therefore, remains with me. On the one hand, this continues to prevent my achievements – however small they may have been – from being seen and recognised. But on the other, and more importantly, it has robbed me from the advantages of continuous practice, and quick , constructive feedback.

    The next one year will be a time to work on my deep-rooted low self-confidence. I must offer to the world whatever I have to offer without fretting too much about how good it is. For this, even if I have to face competition, I must not get dissuaded (I still have an uneasy feeling about this, though). What concrete stuff can I do?
    • Write more technical stuff. Submit papers.
    • Write more non-technical stuff. Approach publishers.
    • Speak more. Find fora where willing listeners gather.

    Taking Breaks

    Another art I need to work on is to take breaks. I mean – real, worry free, rejuvenating, recreational, re-charging breaks.


    I would like to improve feeling comfortable in incomplete states, so that the act of completion is a voluntary choice, not a chore or punishment. I feel, I need to keep observing how many times I have survived – no, succeeded – after starting with nothing in hand. Faith should then grow, automatically.

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    Monday, November 04, 2013

    The Disease behind the Symptom


    In the last 4-5 years, we have employed 5-6 domestic helps. Alcoholism has killed the husbands of two of them. At least 4 of them suffered serious domestic and financial issues due to their husbands being alcoholic.
    These questions are hurting me today:

    • What may be the overall damage (in rupees) that alcohol may be doing to our economy?
    • Dismissing them as drunkards is alright. But what insurmountable ignorance, frustration and deprivation stifles their ability to see how self-destructing the habit is.
    • If the wish to not see a slightly smarter phone, a slightly bigger salary, car or house, a bit costlier dresses and jewels with a friend has the potential to drive us to insane levels of competitive activity, what may living in abject poverty right next to the pomp and show of a consumerist mainstream be doing to the morale of these underdogs?

    I would just like to broaden it a bit further and stop just when it may start sounding a bit in variance to the tone of fashionable intellect of today. Why is it such a taboo today to talk about the problem that the moment you are out on the streets, it's impossible not to let it become a show off your possessions to a deprived? Probably, there's nothing we can do about it. But we can't wish the problem away.

    Seeing other's possessing anything of desire causes pangs of jealousy. Years and years of trying to bear that pain is bound to result in pathological behaviour.

    Jealousy is the disease we all suffer from. Some of us have the material possessions so the symptoms don't show up in us. It's not us and they. We all have the germs of this disease in our very make.

    Wednesday, October 30, 2013

    Hampi Heat

    A Water colour sketch of the Paddy Fields near our Guest House
    A quick one here about our recent trip to Hampi.

    Getting There and Staying

    Stayed two days in a nearby village called Sanapur. Beautiful serene place. Isolated. And surrounded by lush paddy fields and majestic rocky mountains.
    Paddy Fields and Rocky Mountains


    Lodged at Gowri Guest House. More of a budget place with a reasonably good lodging service and excellent homely food.
    Gowri Guest House


    Why would you prefer this place? Firstly, Sanapur is not exactly Hampi. It's across the Tungabhadra river. So costs are a bit lower here hopefully. Secondly, the place is full of attractive tourist spots. So, a day loitering around in the neighbouring locales -- particularly the village Anegundi -- is not at all a bad idea.
    Hampi from across the River

    However, if you do choose to stay across Tungabhadra, here's a word of caution. Getting here from Hospet (which is the nearest railway station, and would probably be your disembarking point) is a breeze during the day. Just take a conveyance to Hampi, and cross the river using the ferry. However, God forbid, if you land up in Hospet at night, you are as good as dead. Ferries stop in the night. So, you have to take a very circuitous and scary ride through dark, deserted stretches to get to Sanapur. And if that misadventure doesn't drill a hole in your pocket, you should consider yourself lucky.

    So, here's the bottomline. If staying in Sanapur and coming via Hospet, choose to arrive during the day. If arriving at night, stay put in Hospet.

    So, our first day was spent on the other side of Tungabhadra. We saw the following places:
    1. Sanapur Lake: An artificial lake created with the backwaters of Tungabhadra Dam.
    2. Rishimukh Temple: An ancient, very dilapidated and abandoned temple on the spot which is said to be the meeting point of Lord Rama and Shugriva, the monkey king.
    3. Anjaneya Parvat: The alleged birthplace of Hanuman, the monkey god.
    4. Pampa Sarover: The place where, the old lady Shabari had played host to Lord Rama and Lakshmana.
    5. Ranganath Swamy Temple
    6. A Nearby Cottage Industry making very interesting products out of banana tree parts: Essential visit for shopping for curios and seeing some excellent craftmanship.
    7. Chintamani Temple: The spot where Lord Rama is supposed to have killed Vaali, Sugriva's brother.


    The second day was spent in Hampi proper. In fact I don't find it important to list down the spots which are very well known and documented about. Here are a few tips which may be practically helpful.

    If you book a auto-rickshaw for the day (which we did), you will be done in less than Rs. 1000. The rickshaw driver may act as a stand in for a guide, though a poor one.
    Taking a guide for the day is generally supposed to be a good idea. We didn't though. So, I can't say. I have a perception that guides tend to sensationalise a lot, and mayn't give an accurate account of things. A guide can be hired for the entire day for about Rs. 600. There are trained and authorised guide available from the Tourism department.
    The poor man's/scholar's option is to read up a priori, and carry notes if required. There are books available on-site which are somewhat overpriced but of reasonable quality. Doesn't hurt to buy one.

    Climate

    Hampi is really hot. All those rocks around (whether sculpted or not) add to the heat. Even in October, the heat was sweltering. Of course, the common way out is to visit in season, which is between December to March or something. But then, it's costly and crowded at that time. So, a poor man's alternative: visit at other times of the year, but protect yourself against the heat. It's not crowded at other times, which is a great plus. Drink a lot of water and coconut water. Take rest. Wear caps and goggles. Use sunscreen lotions, but be OK with getting tanned and sunburned. Make sure you are in a reasonable fitness level.

    To put your mind at rest, my 4 year old son braved the heat beautifully without ever complaining. With even a modest amount of eye for aesthetics (which, happily and surprisingly, my little son seems to have even at this little age),  the beauty of the place is going to be the predominating component of your experience. So, don't worry!
    Vigyan enthusiastically climbed the 600 steps to the Anjaneya Temple all by himself in the scorching midday heat
    Cooling our feet in Tungabhadra water

    Visit Again!

    As, I assume, there's plenty available out there to read about the beauty of Hampi, I won't go into that. All I have to add is that it's a place which deserves to be visited again and again. I am sure with more knowledge about the glorious history of the Vijayanagara empire that those broken remains continually whisper in your ears while you are there, every subsequent visit is bound to be richer and richer in experiences.

    As for me, I have resolved to visit again. And very soon!


    Here are some More Photos

    Saturday, September 21, 2013

    A Walk in the Neighbourhood

    Deen's Academy - Whitefield, Bangalore

    First it's Europe, French Polynesia, Hawaii
    Then - Kashmir, Andaman, Maldives.
    Then - A walk in the neighbourhood.

    Where will the search end?

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    Wednesday, September 11, 2013

    Monday, August 12, 2013

    Love Reciprocated

    Foothill House

    Beloved, Nature, the world, Universe, Work, Life -- they all seem to say the same thing: 'If you wish to own me, give yourself up completely to me.' Are they mere messengers of someone else?

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    Tuesday, July 30, 2013

    Off to School



    Another new-found pleasure of life: seeing off son to school. Every morning between 7.45 to 8, there's a huge racket at the gate of our apartment complex. Kids and their parents waiting for the school buses. Kids are all bubbling with energy and joy on seeing their playmates. There are handing over school bags, water bottles, lunch boxes. Late comers rushing in at the last minute. 'Byes' and hugs and kisses when the tiny-tots huddle into the buses. Occasionally, some of them (Vigyan included) become a little sentimental and get a bit teary eyed. But just for a brief moment. The energy infects most parents. After seeing their kids get into their buses, parents return home or start off to office. Most are carrying a smile they got from their kids.

    What a brilliant way to give such a positive start to the day! :)

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    A Day Stolen from Childhood

    Monday, July 08, 2013

    Birthday 2013

    Yesterday was a very special birthday.

    Firstly, my friend Pritesh ordered a beautiful cake for me which was the shape of a study table. On top of it were all things I (used to) spend my time with: writing pad, drawing material, ramen noodles, coffee and so on. Thanks Pritesh! For remembering, and personalising the gift to the extent only a true friend and a true artist can do. As many thanks are due to Sathya! He drove to Malleswaram at 6 AM to collect the cake and was at my house at 7.30 AM. Never was someone so fortunate as I am to have an ace musician and friend playing the delivery boy! :) Sathya! Thanks, man! I must also thank Itsy Bitsy Bytes who made the lovely cake. Lovely work of art!

    Cake presented by Pritesh, delivered by Sathya, and made by Itsy Bitsy Bytes

    Yesterday was convocation day in IIITB. So, I was there at the institute by 9 in the morning, all dressed up. Then came the next pleasant surprise. Our director, Prof. Sadagopan, in the midst of all the business of preparation of the grand convocation ceremony, had remembered to order a cake for me. And I cut the cake in his very office in the presence of people like Mrs. Sudha Murthy and other important dignitaries.

    Post-dinner tea isn't encouraged by my dear wife. However, yesterday, an exception was made, and I was served a cup of delicious hot tea after my dinner. And Shilpi topped it up by having tea herself, and sitting (alone with me) chatting for over an hour -- a prized treat for me!

    I am thankful for having made it this far. For having had a life which makes me have more and more of it. For having people in my life who love and appreciate me as I am. And those who keep the excitement up by making me want to learn something new everyday.

    I'll stop before it starts sounding like the vote-of-thanks speech I delivered yesterday in the convocation. :)


    Tuesday, July 02, 2013

    What Have You Learned So Far?

    Often, I suffer from this sudden feeling -- almost like a panic attack -- of blankness. I ask myself the question: 'What have you learnt so far?' And I can't remember anything that I consider worth a mention. Most of the things I seem to know appear too easy, too natural, too unavoidable for me to have learned. As if the gravity of my destiny took me through a path I didn't decide for myself. Whatever learning that happened seem to be dust on the road that stuck to my feet. Most importantly, the context in which I can demonstrate my mastery of any subject, or their applicability to an important problem, are ridiculously specialised and elaborate.

    Language? What except a few grammatical constructs, a lexicon of memorised words, a cunning (not-so-respectable) insight into idioms -- what sounds fashionable and appropriate?
    Art? Ha! What are you, man?
    Math and Science? Try to remember one thing useful you have succeeded in doing with your knowledge in science.
    Programming? What but a few ifs, and elses, and brackets and semicolons? How many people have used the programs you have written?
    Engineering? What have you built or fixed with your own hands so far?
    Worldly knowledge? Look at the shabby, absent-minded, nervous misfit that you are!
    Philosophy and Spirituality? How many of the millions of seconds you have lived were truly truly blissful, by the way?

    Please don't equate the above feeling with a feeling of worthlessness. I don't feel worthless at all. For example, there are many worthwhile things I have learnt to do: to make the bed, to do the laundry and grocery, drive family and friends around in my car/2-wheeler, purchasing travel/movie-tickets online, entertain people by chit-chatting and cracking non-sense jokes. So, I don't suffer from any feeling of worthlessness. It's just that, there are these moments when I feel seriously doubtful if any of the things I like to call my learning or education or whatever has added even a penny of worth into my real life. My education allows me to shuttle around in various professional positions, some of which are at least so-called respectable and/or somewhat high-paying: a good vehicle of subsistence. They allow me to spin out conversations which sound wise at times. I can boast of knowing probably 20 programming languages in which I can write hardly anything more significant than 'Hello world!' programs. I know 6-7 natural languages in which the most complex communication I am probably able to do is that of my inadequate knowledge of that language: 'kannada gottila!'  (I don't know kannada)

    Part of the above state of mind is surely due to my somewhat low-in-confidence personality. Part of it is probably due to my lack of comprehension of how complex the world and the life is so that I even start expecting to see a direct consequence of my learning attaining some sort of a closure on my and others' lives.

    But a major part of it -- I have recently realised -- is due to my own forgetfulness. I seem to have somehow forgotten how much struggle it's been to learn whatever I know -- however trivial and inconsequential it might be in the big scheme of things.

    I have enjoyed some recent opportunities of teaching youngsters things that my CV says that I might be knowing something about. Math, Electrical engineering, computer science including programming, language and communication skills. More than anything else, I have learnt to appreciate and get reminded of all the trials one must go through to learn such little things which, after learning, invariably appear trivial to us. Here's a list of things which appear deceptively simple, but are learned through tremendous hard work and even luck. For some strange reason, they surely don't end up in the kitty of a large majority of the population, unfortunately.

    Logic. The ability to use existing knowledge to deduce or induce further inferences. To understand about theorems and proofs, about possibilities and probabilities, in a day-to-day sort of way. 
    Communication. The ability to express a thought as it exists in one's mind. To listen and interpret what other's are conveying as they mean to.
    Concentration. The fundamental experience of being in a flow while thinking of or doing one and only one thing. And to enjoy it. It brings out the real power from inside. It helps you to not get tired even in an intensely effortful activity. It makes you want to have a repeat experience thus enabling the habit of hard work to set in, increasing efficiency and effectiveness in the long run. 
    Alertness. To be aware of the world around. For example, It helps manoeuvring safely in a complex traffic condition and making timely decisions in crisis situations. This also gives us the ability to enjoy little experiences and find value in moments which would be a drudgery for most.
    Abstraction. The ability to think of thoughts, ideas, dreams, patterns, as real entities. It allows you to do things which are distinct from the knee-jerk thing that any beast would do, that of taking the path of least intellectual resistance. It allows you to set up businesses. It allows you to try and serve the society. It enables to you model and design complex systems. It gives you the courage to cut open a body and fix an ailing heart. It allows you to compose concertos and visualise impressionistic or surrealistic paintings and write novels. It enables you to thing big. It prepares you to be curious and experimentative.
    Open-mindedness. The ability to accept, appreciate and be comfortable with the different ways people and situations are. This enables us to take genuine interest in and engage with people apparently different from us and profit from the numerous good things they bring with them in a win-win way.
    Self-awareness. The ability to turn one's eyes on oneself, to examine, question, study oneself. The ability to gather the instruments -- scientific, philosophical, sociological, anthropological, spiritual -- that allow such a study to be done. This gradually grows the comfort with the good and bad things about oneself, and find virtue and meaning in life in presence of failures, losses, weaknesses and vices.

    I don't mean to say that I am an expert in all the above. But surely I have got to the point that I know that they exist and they are very powerful. They affect the way you live your life and influence others'. I also understand that it's probably vain for me or anybody to try and assess the value of one's learning through the knowledge of science, arts, or engineering. These, with all their success, are too specialised to matter in the general context of an individual's life. There are rather these other things which are listed above, whose value isn't restricted to specific contexts and settings, but are generally applicable in all walks of life, and any setting.

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    Monday, June 24, 2013

    Painting and Life




    Some reasons why paintings look similar to life.

    • If you want to be happy with drawing, draw for yourself. Then share your happiness with others.
    • You may want to sell it, but it is worth nothing unless you feel it is worthwhile.
    • Each brush stroke brings the painting closer to what it would become, and only the artist can guess.
    • Little mistakes are all forgotten. Unless you see the big picture, there's no hope. It's too complex if you only look at the details.
    • A copy is just a copy, not a painting. A painting is a painting only if it has its own story to tell.
    • A part of the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

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    Friday, June 21, 2013

    A Day Stolen from Childhood

    (Welcome the 250th post on this blog!)



    Yesterday was Vigyan's first day at Christ Academy as an LKG student. We were there in the first few moments. The assembly. The prayer. The national anthem. The news, the thought-for-the-day, the saavdhan-vishraam. The school parade-band. While Vigyan stood awestruck and overwhelmed, Shilpi and I stood with millions of memories of our childhood flooding in. The happiness and nostalgia, too intense to be expressed in words, found its outlet through a big lump in the throat and a moment of dampness in my eyes. 

    Who says the childhood, gone once, never comes back? We live it day by day, through our child.



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    Poem for My Beloved Son
    The Day the School Reopens
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    Monday, June 03, 2013

    IPL's Sexism

    With reference to the article, India’s premier sexist league (May 16, 2013, The Hindu), I have the following observations:

    Old-timer stalwarts, good at cricket and talking about it, are made to pose
    Models, good at posing, are made to comment on cricket

    Firstly, use of women as cheerleaders or sexily attired woman hosts in cricket isn't very much in the traditional spirit of cricket. These are the real acts which have associated objectification of women via cricket.

    Secondly, the way cricket commentary has evolved in the recent years has put some otherwise remarkable people in very awkward situations. Remember Mandira Bedi, a fairly talented actress and model? She was the first in India brought in to give a make-over (not necessarily much-needed) to Indian Cricket commentary. I am sure she would make a very lovely host to a reality show. But when she was made to sit alongside the likes of Ravi Shastri and Harsha Bhogle, it is hard to expect her to match them in her insights about cricket. No wonder, she was found goofing up rather often. Now, matters have proceeded further in the direction of glamourisation of cricket commentary and analysis. Now, the cricket studio is very little about insightful analysis and mostly about acting like socialites, something models would do much better than cricketers. No wonder, it's the cricket experts' turn to goof up. First, the seniors are made to adapt to this very foreign style of talking and conducting themselves, thereby forcing them to commit errors. Then, they are ridiculed or criticised in public. Not fair!


    Finally, I agree that the way IPL is being clothed up, it shows a demeaning attitude towards women. Talking of rapes and harrassment in the same breath is a bit of a stretch, if not irrelevant. But our seniors should be left out of this debate, if required, by not subjecting them to the completely changed scenes in the IPL studio.

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    Thursday, May 23, 2013

    The Endpoint of Electronics City

    People think, probably rightly, that Electronics City is a special economic zone(SEZ) or something. Then, how come we stay in Electronics City? They keep asking. After all, an SEZ isn't supposed to have residential complexes in it, isn't it? I don't know the answer. I write Electronics City in my residential address. I have probably expected a couple of mails or parcels at my residential address so far. They have all reached me. And my guests have never lost their way too. So, colloquially, our residence is indeed within the Electronics City limits. But formally, probably not.

    Where is the formal boundary of Electronics City? I don't know who could give me the precise answer. But a bit of looking around gives me a hint. I guess, the answer is: Wipro Gate.

    I clicked a few photographs this afternoon while on my way to office after lunch. The sudden contrast in the scenery seems to be a reliable enough indicator. I am quoting some of the photos in this post. For a few more, you are welcome to visit the album.

    That's before Wipro Gate
    Red Carpet welcome and Guard of Honour right on crossing Wipro Gate

    A lake bang in the middle of the road

    Glimpse of the hell


    Thursday, May 16, 2013

    How To Avoid Gross Generalisations

    Here's a list of the kind of generalisations I am talking about:


    • Muslims are terrorists.
    • Men are sex-maniacs.
    • Women are poor in mathematics.
    • Wearing short dresses increases your risk of being raped.
    • Intellectuals are socially impaired.
    We live with many such generalisations, most of them are true bullshit. But we often have to tolerate them. People all around us throw at us such nonsense everyday. Opposing each and everyone of them would throw you out from fashionable gatherings in no time. So, there's often no other way but to keep quiet.

    But we must protect ourselves at all costs from one thing: making such generalisations ourselves.

    Here's one simple trick.

    Almost all these generalisations are of the form: "G is/are C." where G is a group of people, and C is a characteristic.

    Now, before you admit to any generalisation of the above form, check also if the following are true:
    1. not G is C.
    2. G is not C.
    3. not G is not C.
    The first, not G is C, means that people not belonging to the group G have the characteristic C. If so, the generalisation probably doesn't hold.

    The second, G is not C, means that there are people belonging to the group G who don't have the characteristic C. If so, this too weakens the case for your generalisation.

    The third and the last one, not G is not C, means that people not belonging to the group G are found not to have the characteristic C.

    Only after you have examined your hypothesis from all the above angles is there is any significant probability that the hypothesis is well-founded. Otherwise, it's merely a thought, a stereotyping, a gross generalisation.

    You may find the above little trick useful to work your way through any unpleasant argument that you may unfortunately get into with someone making an intolerable generalisation. But, without fail, make sure you put it to good use against getting trapped yourself making any such generalisation.