Sunday, 23 March 2014

Of Deserts & Rainforests

I meant to put this thought up quite some time back but could/did not. Of course it hurt that my syllogism was based on a fact proven wrong, but what mattered more was that I had not only to admit my mistake but also give up my theory. You may not agree but I try to live by that philosophy, but I do believe that “Nobody stands taller than the one willing to stand corrected”. I am quite often willing to look at the parts that I may have ignored in order to stand corrected, naturally after having a thorough analysis of my critic of course. It does take time to change your perspective and get over your ego, I am able to do it in the end. Not stretching the jibber-jabber further am locking up the jabberwocky and stating what I intended to state.
  
Sometime back I came across a friend’s blog and replied to it by means of my own one.

Upon my blog, another friend of mine (Mr. Kaustav Nandy), replied to me vide a mail. The relevant extract from his comment was this:

Picking your point on oasis, I did a little google and came up with the following:

"Oases are formed from underground rivers or aquifers such as an artesian aquifer, where water can reach the surface naturally by pressure or by man made wells. Occasional brief thunderstorms provide subterranean water to sustain natural oases, such as the Tuat. Substrata of impermeable rock and stone can trap water and retain it in pockets, or on long faulting subsurface ridges or volcanic dikes water can collect and percolate to the surface. Any incidence of water is then used by migrating birds who also pass seeds with their droppings which will grow at the water's edge forming an oasis.".....http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oasis

My idea here is not exactly to contest your example, but while going through the above facts, it just hit my mind, that probably a better example could be the sandstone! (refer impermeable rock and stone above).

According to me, learning the art of "springing up the oasis" or "letting go" are equally important. Off course it sounds like a smart diplomat trying to play around with two of his accomplices and juggling the balance between. But probably some recent studies / articles I gone through and trainings I attended made me think like this. What I currently have found is, there is no single formula or theorem that befits all situations. You actually need to be the master juggler who shows the "situational" wisdom to spring up the oasis or let it go depending on the situation!!!!
 

Fair point Kaustav. I dare say that I might even have been wrong in registering what I thought about how an oasis is formed & hence stand corrected. I have tried to find the right syllogism and now have finally grappled the one I think is logically befitting. For the record I am also attaching the link which motivated me to develop the syllogism:
 
http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Why_can_flash_floods_occur_in_desert_regions
Why can flash floods occur in desert regions?
Rains in the desert are frequently sudden heavy deluges caused by summer thunderstorms. Desert soil is thin and dry and cannot absorb a sudden rainstorm and there are few plants to absorb water. The rain rushes down hillsides and mountains and overflows arroyos, flowing into roads and homes in its path. They can occur suddenly and areas far from the actual storm can be flooded.

In desert, at times the sand is so tightly packed that water cannot permeate the top layer. To that extent I stand by my hypothesis of previous case. I agree that it is a landscape that has evolved over years of cyclical action of no-trees-hence-no-rain-hence-no-trees-hence-no-rain-hence-no… but let us analyze things from a point in time. In such an instant if there is a little bit of rain, perhaps the desert may hold it for a while, perhaps maybe not, I don’t know. But in case the downpour continues, the water having nowhere to go flows away and almost instantaneously gathers the form of a flash flood. (No, I haven’t been watching too much of Man Vs. Wild of late). It takes down everything that is in its path and destroys the landscape and devastates the environment.

On the contrary, in a rainforest, a much higher amount of rain gets absorbed into the soil because the soil is permeable. In turn it leads to a bounty known as a rainforest, which is akin to none other in the world. It happens primarily because the soil particles, unlike sand in desert, aren’t bound to each other. Thus seeps in the water; thus the seeds can germinate; thus the trees can grow; thus all forms of life can flourish. There have been instances in Brazil where the rainforest is cut down for agriculture & the landscape has turned barren, eventually becoming a prelude to a possible future desert. Agreed that it is us humans to blame for it, but the point remains something else. Had the soil not been permissive, it wouldn’t have held water. Had the soil not been permissive, it wouldn’t have allowed seeds to germinate. Had the soil not been permissive, it wouldn’t have allowed trees to spread its roots in itself. The particles of soil are permissive because they stick to one another, but if something tries to come in between, they don’t resist & mingle with the intruders. I might even mention that it is these very trees that later prevent erosion & maintain the particles of soil in its own place instead of letting the downpours pull them away from each other.

Looking at this from a philosophical perspective, this prevention of soil erosion in a rainforest stems from the assurance of soil particles that just because two particles of soil aren’t attached to each other, it doesn’t mean they’re not together. Behold, in the long run maybe those whom we thought were intruders might help us keep our near & dear ones with us! Whereas in the desert, a gentle downpour can separate the grains of sand like… well… grains of sand! The choice is ours, what particles do we want to be: the cold-fused sands that makes the desert & at times causes flashfloods bringing devastation everywhere, or the soil particles that forms life giving rainforests?


Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Science Boy

As most of my acquaintances are woefully aware, I’m proudly geek. Although I’m not vocationally trained to be a Science Boy (most certainly not the comic book superhero of Ross Geller), the concepts excite me. So much so that my pituitary gland arguably secretes more endorphins when I read about jet engines than when I’m subjected to watching erotically super-charged motion pictures, though am a perfectly normal guy let me tell you… and I scarcely seem to sweat since the sufferance of self supersedes the splendor of sensing a satire surfacing somewhere!

Just yesterday I was reading about turbojets and reliving as I do countless times inside my brain the fantasy of becoming a Science Boy. The fantasy is nothing to be ashamed of when you’re a kid and people reward you for by showing awe about your ambitions. It is only later that you realize that their vivid faces are just apathetically masquerading scoff & scorn, as if wanting to say “How much are you going to earn with that and what are you going to give to your dependents? You will just be another failure unless your Nobel Prize manifests itself at the very same fundamental dimensions that you proclaim to be at! Come on now, don’t worry about that; take heart in the fact that you’re not going to be an awful loser because no girl is going to fall for a geek and you’re going to die a virgin; hence no dependents!” Quite conveniently, you grow up and in most of the cases, the dream either diminishes altogether or gets shoved back into your subconscious like many such dreams which you think neither make any sense in the real world, nor are they worth pursuing considering the priorities of the rat race.

They say that real love can never be “gotten over” and no matter how old it is, it only takes something even remotely related to instigate the ambers in your heart to a raging inferno, as if liquid oxygen was spilt on them. Of course as you grow older you become quite the fire-fighter at countering the heart-burn, but that doesn’t mean the fires aren’t there in the first place. Since I have been unable to push my fantasies into my subconscious and I don’t find any defense mechanism to deal with my fire-fighting inabilities, I just have to burn. In such a phase (that I eternally think I am) I was reading about turbojets, partly marveling at the sheer genius of Jimmy Wales & Larry Sanger (they aren’t rocket scientists, they created Wikipedia you doofus) and dreaming of becoming a rocket scientist last evening. In the morning I read an article in the paper about the recent success of the GSLV-D5, which is no news by now and some insolents have even started considering it as no big deal. Now the problem starts because irrespective of that article being fuel or oxygen, it just seemed to make the burns get escalated to a higher degree. I don’t know if I have it in me to become a rocket scientist (though that would be just a gross denial of facts, I having failed to get marks good enough to become an engineer from a reputed college), neither do I believe it is realistically possible with my priorities of the rat race; this invariably leads me to believe that the universe is mocking me (yeah, right; as if the universe has no better things to do!)

Pull my strings and call me crazy but I prefer to ride the soothing waves of ecstasy that Wikipedia delivers through its pages on jet engines rather than burn in the mockery of the universe. For a change I thought I would give some crazy back to the universe, so this post…

Hasmukh :)

Thursday, 18 April 2013

Sand-made Oasis

It is easy to notice how inconsistent my blogging has been. I was hoping to write something since quite some time, but writer's bloc was an excuse for inactivity. That is when I read a post by a friend and was thinking of commenting. The resulting comment seemed to be too long but an apt size for a post. So here it goes.
 
For those of you who might want to read the actual post (it is not long at all), the link is below, am sure Suruchi would not mind:
 
 
For those who did not have either the time or the inclination to go through, or perhaps by some mighty stroke of luck were absolved of the onus of having to do so, the writer is hesitant of letting the precious things go and is naturally attached to it. She does understand however that it is not her prerogative to decide whether what she has shall stay hers or not. but she cannot help trying. It is then that she makes the widely accepted premise that sand, when held tightly in a palm shall only sift through your fingers, summerizing by saying, "Sometimes it feels life is nothing but a struggle to learn the art of letting go."
 
To that I have to say this:
 
Sand grains are very tiny & fine. Fine sands cannot be held tight as has been pointed out. Also note that finer the sand, more difficult it is to hold it.
 
But in the desert, sometimes the sand becomes absolutely fine. So fine that the two sand particles do not give space to anything else to come in between. Even a molecule of water is not able to slip through the particles. Water molecules are far smaller than sand particles, but the bonding of sand forms an impermeable sheet and when there is even a drop of water, it is not able to percolate into the hot parched earth. When many such water droplets accumulate and are not able to get drained, that is what gives rise to an oasis in the desert, which is a quite literally a life saver. Alas the affinity of sand particles for one another is not based on what the other particle looks like or thinks or feels but on how one can tune one's crevices to bulges in the other particles.
 
Hoping that the readers are wise enough to draw logical conclusions & praying for an oasis to spring up to everyone of you; even if there are no deserts in your life. Remember that nature shall only bestow upon us an allegory, the rest is for us to do.
 
Hasmukh :)

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Petronus

It has been over a year since the last post. Job, attitude and more has changed; at times, I feel, for the worse, but generally for the better.

Good things come to those who wait, they say. Hit a nadir in life and then does life start all over again. Recalling lines from the movie "Black": "With every fall, she will rise higher!"

Supposedly lucrative profile exchanged for a concoction of profile, package & location after certain adjustments with the Ego. Flickering eyes (refer previous post) provide only some relief, but certain experiences are vital. They help you understand the value of what you have, what you loose and most of all help
you realize what you truly want and how far are you willing to go to achieve that.

Hope that figure lessons are not as hard; but then again, if it holds something good in store, the pains shouldn't matter.

Hasmukh :D

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Snapshot

We were born. We grew up. We went to college. We thought of changing the world. We thought of leaving a mark on the world. And then we had job.

A job. An object of desire of many, despise of many, but undisputedly one of the most widely practiced means of livelihood. You wake up, go to office, do your job, come back tired, think of what to have for dinner, have dinner if you feel like it, spend a couple of hours here or there and go to sleep to begin the same old day.

Many worksites are quite different from what I suggested just now. The times are changing fast. But so much for all the hoopla, I'm still stuck in a screenshot from Charlie Chaplin's 'Modern Times'. Guess I've become a drone working to increase shareholders' wealth and increase the revenue of the corporation I'm working for. And to think of it, I'm bestowed upon one of the most coveted profiles!

Is job satisfaction just a word in HR textbooks? And the bigger question, is there more to life than a job? A couple of friends, of which one is myself and another my room-mate, the third one doesn't meet daily, and if at all, just for a few minutes. Sunday work like liquid oxygen (recall Ajit: 'Robert, ise liquid oxygen mein daal do; liquid ise jeene nahi dega, aur oxygen ise marne nahi dega!)

I know that life has more to offer. Change in attitudes, the usual prescription for such symptoms, has helped but only a little. Somebody please answer Obama's cries for 'change'!

My right eye is flickering since a few days, considered to be a sign of goodluck. Whether this is more than one of the defense-mechanisms remains yet to be seen.

Hasmukh :)

Sunday, 31 May 2009

10 Items Or Less

There are things that a person always wishes to do, but realizes that he has not done all those things at all. And then there are things that a person does. So it was time I decided that I will start doing things that I've been putting on hold. Since beginning of the new financial year (because that is the way calenders work in financial industry), I've done quite a few things now that I've wanted to do since quite some time. Some of those important, others not quite important.

This is just a list of all those things, just accidentally falling in public domain:

1. Accounts

A long cherished desire to learn accountancy from scratch, a desire that we couldn't fulfill in our B-school with little time that we could allocate to it. A piquant (please don't pronounce it as "pee/cunt") subject for those even remotely interested in finance. Have slowly started it and though not going full-throttle into it, I have managed to maintain a sufficient tempo so as to not lose the brownie-points to be cliamed in a job-interview if I need to attend one.

2. Guitar

My father wants to learn Traditional Vocal Indian music ever since I can recall. I asked one of our colleagues if he knew where could I buy a good guitar in Hyderabad & what were the things I should keep in mind for that. He said that he wanted to learn to play a guitar since the past 35 years, but it might as well be another 35 before he got one. Then I saw myself 20 years down the line, wishing I too knew some music. Decided that this was going to be a key difference between me and anybody else, I went to a music shop and bought my first real six string in the summer of '09..... and then, there it was: a guitar, wrapped up in a bag, ready to be tuned with a tuner and strummed with picks; all for a nominal amount of Rs.2,600/-. So far I've learnt three basic chords, how to pick alternate strings & E phrygian scale (which I only recently found out is not a scale) ...something that seems only too fair to me to have learnt in four sittings.

3. Beach Shirt

That your attire reflects your attitude is something which came as a hard learning to me. Since then, I've been looking for a good beach shirt for me. After a long & tedious search, I found a white shirt with floral prints, loose to the core, the essence of which is pure, sinful comfort. Though friends' plan of a Goa trip is way ahead in distant future, I've already begun the preparations for the ordeal.

4. Wine

Learnt to be the drink that endows divinity to food, straight from the wineyards of Bordeaux of India, Nasik (well, Nasik is as good an option for me as I don't know the difference between the two varieties) came two bottles of wine; one red, other white. During a get-together of friends, I popped the cork and not-so-accidentally also popped by wine cherries. That broadens my alchohol portfolio to include champagne, rum and red & white wine (since beer and breezers don't qualify as alchohol). Although I still have a long way to go to fulfill my dream of getting terribly drunk once in a life, I can still boast of having reached one more milestone in the journey.

5. Stinkers

Written my first stinker mail just a couple of weeks back. A fantasy treasured in the heart since I learnt of the virtues of a stinker now stands fulfilled. However, I knew that guilt would inevitably follow, (and indeed it eventually did) I have successfully become an MS Outlook skunk.


Now I know that typical list will have 10 items, but I'm not inspired by "Dasvidaniya". Instead, I'm inspired by "10 items or less", so I'll just stop at 5 for now. Hoping that the future brings more beginnings than endings...


Hasmukh :)

Sunday, 8 February 2009

A New Beginning

"How much will you experiment with your skin?" asks the lady in the idiot-box. Since I neither have the financial muscle nor any hope that my going to the stupid skin clinic might bring any change for the better, I decided that I wouldn't experiment anymore with my skin... after all, unlike Micheal Jackson, I only have 3 layers to spare!

But tell me, isn't it only this trait of experimenting which makes the Homo Sepian Sepians higher to other species (or at least so is the mass credo)? So I thought of experimenting with my food for a change. Now what is the favourite food of a bachelor? Omlet...! (OK, not much room for experiments for me here, because apparently, cocks do not lay eggs.) The next best thing: for all these years, they've asked for only 2 minutes of our time... yes, you got it right! MAGGI!!!

I was just finishing it when I thought of making some little changes, so there opens the cabinet, out comes my chef's hat, I fling the door of the fridge in one smooth motion & my of-late-pre-programmed-to-reach-for-my-favourite-item-in-the-fridge-since-last-week hand reaches its destination. The product which scarcely needs any more variety in usage, a dream of marketeers to work with, a sauce which goes with almost everything, a form of most widely relished sweet & it also has as many health benefits as the taste & flavour...sauce nahi boss, it is a chilled bottle of "Genuine Chocolate Flavour Hershey's Syrup"! Oh the brown bottle, oh the round cap, oh the thick-brown-non-stop-zig-zag-almost-erotic flow of the nectar, oh the dulcet sound when I stop squishing the container... (if only I were a woman, I might have had an orgasm) but alas, only chocolate lovers can understand the poetry in dark chocolate.

Now I'm also a painter of the James Pollock school, with only chocolate sauce instead of paint & my once-masala-flavoured Maggi instead of a canvas. I manipulate my chopsticks to let the confection get evenly distributed on each and every strand of the now divine Maggi and enjoy it while it is still warm. And having had a scrumptious portion of the same, I have the generosity of giving out the recipe for the greater good of mankind, abstaining from becoming a millionaire by selling this idea to lots of dumb people who would pay for crap like this for they are too tired of using their brains.

I, the undersigned, hereby invite you to share your secret recipes & ingredients to make your Maggi better, so that we all can live to see a better tomorrow (and please give tomato ketchup a break you morons!)

Hasmukh :)

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

Power? Really?

Of late I've formed a rather dismal view of this world. I've finally realized that the thoughts that we've been fed all day long, day in and day out, that "You can change the world" sometimes seem to be very hollow unless you have muscle strength.

Alvin Toffler in his book "Power Shift" articulated on the 3 basic sorts of power: Brute Power, Economic Power, Knowledge Power. He said that the days to come, the world shall be ruled by those who have the Knowledge Power, but I strongly disagree and believe that Brute Strength has always been, today is & shall continue to be the strength that supercedes all other forms.

Imagine a millionaire with a gun on his head: who has more power? Now if you talk about "knowledge" as a source...what will a "knowledge worker" do when he's in the place of the millionaire?

The governments of the world are powerful because they have brute strength. During the days of cold-war, the USSR had a much more versatile arsenal of traditional weapons than the USA. USA on the other hand had a similar advantage in the nuclear weapons category. But what made them the both more powerful than others was that they had the weapons & others did not. If someone says "Oil is power", ask him what happened to Iraq, Kuwait, Vietnam and so on. The wars involving these countries might not have had a significant conclusion, but it very well proved the point that having oil doesn't mean that your right to live will be safeguarded.

I guess the only weapon that can over-rule brute strength is the “Perspective Gun”. (I must say, this has been my dream superpower even when I didn’t know of the existence of such a weapon, even though it is just fictitious; after all, to make others look from your perspective is the best thing to do to control the world!) It is described in “Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” as the ultimate weapon. Whenever fired, it makes the subject see things in perspective of the one who fired the gun. Apparently it was invented by angry housewives, who were tired of using the phrase “You just don’t get it, do you!?”

I have harangued too far. My only concern is that with all the governments laying down the foundations to a police state (oh please, give me a break, don't you tell me I'm wrong. If you're so strong, prove it by leaving a comment.) what is the common man's life becoming like? Can I really change the world without brute force?

Hasmukh :)

Saturday, 4 October 2008

Vitamin M

This is my first Third Party Publishing; and to think of it, I'm not even charging any royalty for that! Actually one of my good friends has written it. I hope you'd enjoy reading it as much as I did…

The power of money:
Believe me you don't own it.
It owns you.
It makes a slave out of you.
During my high school days I used to write compositions and essays on the very very familiar and global topic "The virtues and vices of money".
At that time I used to think how can money be a vice, when I dint have the money to buy that Westside tshirt or when I had to compromise on that Kwality walls gaddi waali orange candy even if I fancied a baskin robins choco almond.
Those were the days
And now ……These are the days
I just love the last day of the month
Waiting eagerly for that beep on my cell telling that it has arrived.
That thing..for which takes 30 days to earn but only 3 days to spend…
You should see the grin on my face …while walking in the ATM…as if I am I big time queen and with one sweep of my hand,…I mean my card…the money pours in..
As if it were a magic…just clap your hands….the money arrives…just clap back again..and it disappears.
And then after you punch in the 4 little sweet words….in the machine…no no..its not I love you too…its your 4 digit pin number…dodo….
So so as you feed in the numbers..the noise that the machine makes…..while throwing out the money…is so so…..like honey on my ears…not that I would actually like honey on my ears….
Anyways….
Talking about money…
Why is it said that money cant buy happiness….
I mean…its so easy to understand see….
I have money ..i go and buy clothes….i am happy J
I have money and I go and throw a party to my best friends at aromas of china.
They are happy . they are happy so I am again happy.
I have money so I am sponsoring my parents tickets to Disney. Seeing them so happy …I am very very happy now. J J
What more could I ask for!!!
So doesn't money buy happiness?!
Yes it does…

Once again, going back to school days & nursery rhymes, the consumerism theory can be best summarized as:

To office, to office, to get a fat pay-cheque;
Home again, home again, without a penny left!

It has been over a month that my account experienced an ECS for the first time. And I could feel the joy with blood gushing in my veins as I punched in the numbers **** in the ATM. (So now you know my code, don’t you?). As the account balance numbers popped up, it was as if by magic that there was a tremendous increase in my bank-balance from where I’d left it.

But happy times don’t last forever. As soon as I go home, the land-lord is waiting in anticipation of rent and then there are bill to be paid for cell-phone, electricity, etc. which teleport my soul from the magic land of jack’s beanstalk and I once again start waiting for the day when the miracle of salary shall manifest itself and give me one more reason to live. In the hope that that day arrives soon…

Hasmukh :)

Tuesday, 22 July 2008

Antim Pag

I walk into the hotel room and turn on the TV to know more about the singular event on which the relations on the largest & oldest democracies of the world depend on, at least upto a certain extent. Just guess what’s going on? I bet there isn’t a soul who doesn’t know about the event by now so I’d not go into those details. However if you’re a part of the unenlightened clan, its not too difficult to jump sides. Sort of things being said today have more or less a negative connotation. Why so? Was it supposed to be such a big secret that MPs are bought & sold? Or have a page or two been drawn from the “Melodramatics for Dummies” of Bollywood?

I’m watching NDTV LIVE and the discussion is just copying thoughts out of my mind. A gentleman says “I don’t think the people of this country are shocked, I think they’re having fun!” Indeed I am doing just that. In fact just now I was thinking about it writing the same thing down in the blog & quoting Frank Zappa saying “Government is the Entertainment Division of the military-industrial complex.”

Far from hitting a nadir, the Parliament has graduated today. It has mustered the audacity to admit what it’s incumbents have been doing all these years behind closed doors. It’s definitely a happy day for the Indian Political Scenario on the whole. I welcome it with all my heart. I do not say that such scenes should be repeated, because it is just another excuse for wasting more time, not mentioning walk-outs and adjournments; but there is certainly no reason to term the incident as unhappy. I guess the only ones who do that are the ones who see themselves into the matter directly or indirectly.

While I desperately wait to see what happens to the vote today, which as I expected has been postponed and the house adjourned; it seems to be highly paradoxical & risible comment to end on the note I am thinking of ending it on: “Long Live Indian Democracy! Jai Hind!!!”

Hasmukh :)