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Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Biking travails

Biking has never been harder.

There are nice bikeways in Irvine. Nevertheless, the speed of the cars on the rare intersections that you come across, and the scary monsters chasing you when you bike late in the night make it less enjoyable a ride.

If that was not enough, I lost my helmet! Damn. I had pledged after a great fall last year that no more would I bike without a helmet. But my helmet just went missing! Now I will have to walk home.

I left my bike in the office last night to catch a movie. After the movie, my office-mate dropped me home in her car. And next morning the helmet is gone! Disappeared!

Must be those notorious kids of my co-workers. I was taking their photographs on Saturday. They must have thought that I am rather friendly. And there! The helmet disappears! aargh..

They are not getting away with this. I will put the Disney channel in the office TV under child lock tomorrow. Maybe I'll hide the ice-creams as well, deep into the freezer.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Took my breath away

Watching every sneeze
as the foolish seasons change,
With this endless sore throat
Finally sufferers know no shame
Turning and returning
To the heated place inside
Watching in slow motion
As another napkin box finishes in the day,

My cold

Took my breath away, ay ay ay...

my cold,

took my breath away, ay ay.

(trying some lame humor to cheer me up on an otherwise gloomy day)

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Meeting an old friend!

Eyebrows rise. Vague memories roll down the alley of years. Recognition. A smile. The steps acquire a spring. The voice a joy. The eyes a gleam. The mind wanders into that land left far, far behind. Into those days. The days when not all was right. The days when the heart would wait for the end of yet another hard fought day. End, yes, but not because of the day being hard. But because each hard minute would fill those few moments in the evening with greater joy. Those few shared moments ...

... but I am here, now. And things have changed. You have changed! There is more serenity in your calm. More assurance in your movements. More vigor and energy. More vibrance. More intensity.

Yes, changed you have.

Or is it just me?






(after switching on my radio this Monday, and briefly catching the final movement of Beethoven's moonlight sonata.)

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Graduation ?



14th Jan (Makar-sakranti): Kite-flying festival in Jaipur. A man bends the central stick of the kite to help it fly better.

People, such as this man in the picture, wake up early in the morning, and fly kites till late in the night. Music systems blare from dawn to dusk, punctuated by shouts of celebration when someone succeeds in cutting the thread of another's kite using his/her own. Bending the kite is a necessary exercise, otherwise the kites fall flat as soon as the wind becomes lighter.

(click on the pic to zoom)

Saturday, January 06, 2007

The silver lining



A different take on the lunar eclipse :-)

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Superposition of all emotions

I wake up. I feel elated. Also disappointed. I feel pure, alive, enthusiastic, adventurous, perceptive, fickle. I also feel calm, composed and nervous, uncertain. I step out, look at the sun. I feel delighted. I walk on, and realize its too bright and too hot. A cool breeze reminds me I left my jacket at home. It makes me feel jittery, but with the added freedom, I feel like dancing. I jog. It takes away the cold. I keep jogging till I sweat.

I stop.

I wait and think. I hum a tune. I start jogging again. I start running. I sweat more. It feels good.

".. the goodly smell of rain on dry ground".

India, here I come!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Berkeley's Farmers' Market


"I have a few live ones too, want some?"





Berkeley's farmers' Market





... some live music....








... and some narcissism :-)






... and the result : yummy bhel-puri!

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Coffee and theorems


Qualcomm room, Wireless Foundations, Berkeley.

A Mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems

-- Paul Erdös (1913 –1996)

Saturday, November 11, 2006

The joy of hard work


Being 'hard' and 'work', most people dislike the idea of hard work. While I admit that flying kites in lush green fields is fun, I maintain that hard work is a beautiful thing too.

Of course, results are one important factor. But results alone can not make hard work beautiful. In fact, I propose that results do not even contribute to making it so. And no, I am not talking about Gita's message on Karma. That is in an entirely different spirit.

The fact is that there is a purity in hard work, a genuineness. A reflection of single mindedness. A feeling unattainable by any other means. A feeling of usefulness, of satisfaction, of calm. Of joy beneath the calm. Of smile beneath the frown.

Hard work is beautiful for itself, in itself. It is not merely a means to an end. Its worthy of being an end in itself.

But the beauty is often veiled behind the goal. The goal is a more tangible, more understood concept. Thus, though undeserving, goal is often mistaken to be the goal of all hardwork. Indeed, the goal of all hardwork may not be the goal, but it may be hardwork itself. It is with this self-referential hard work that the beauty of hard work decends in front of your eyes, for you to admire and savor.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Be a sport!

"Tiger Woods is one of the greatest athletes ever, right alongside Jordan"

When my couch-athlete roommate remarked this, something in the statement irked me. Golf, a leisurely sport of the rich, where they hit a small ball far, and drive in a vehicle to where it landed, and hit it again. Athlete, did you say? Apart from a few swings of arms in the day, what do these men with clubs do? Picture Johnson, Jordan, Armstrong, Navratilova, their sweat dripping, sinews bulging, as they smoothly conduct their business. And picture Michelle Wie fretting about that missed putt. By what standards are golf players athletes?

"They have to concentrate so hard." Point well taken. With raised brows and condescending glare, he adds "... under pressure!", okay, okay. But remember that the word athletics is reserved for jumpers, runners and likes. "Sportsperson, then?" More general a term, but still, calling golf a sport, and hence putting it in same category as tennis, seems like stretching the definition.

To think of it, tennis players run hard, hit hard, jump around everywhere, it sure takes someone physically sound to do that. Think Federer, think Jordan, how they use their athletic ability to reach that ball and put it in the right spot. It involves concentration, certainly, but surely much more.

Then again, what makes Federer a Federer? Jordan a Jordan? Is it physical superiority? Federer is certainly not physically the best of this generation. There is nothing in his joints, in his sight, in his muscles, that makes the motions so smooth, almost poetic, and shots so accurate.

Yes, a basic fitness, power, athleticism is a must. And most players in top-50 have that. But to hit those backhand crosscourts from outside the court, when no such angle seems feasible, or to find your way and score a three-pointer, when you are the person being targeted by the whole defense a couple of seconds from the whistle, and to do such stunning acts consistently, certainly, speaks of a mental suppleness. Of an ability to 'see' the possibility of making that shot, and the ability to execute it, knowing what it takes to adjust your racket to just the right level and the right angle. Its not mere practice, or physical ability, or a combination of both.

"So you see!" My room-mate exclaims on overhearing my loud-thinking.

But wait a minute, by that measure, chess too, is a sport. And so is mathematics! Music, too. Hardy, leave apart his cricket skills, was quite a sportsperson. Heady Lamarr was one, too. Vishy Anand, Kolmogrov, Kramnik, Shannon, Bach, you name it!

Considering this expansion of what 'sport' encompasses, what really is the definition of sport, then?

Running a hundred meters in less than ten seconds is more physical than mental, while getting that golf-ball to the green is quite the other way. Both qualify as sport. In some sense, physical and mental are two ways to express our abilities. To make them tangible, even quantifiable. To achieve a great deal on any of these requires one to stretch oneself to the maximum. This in turn, stretches the definition of what is human.

That's what 'Sports' is all about: stretching what we believe is humanly possible. It is about expanding the domain, element by element, by competing, eventually, with ourselves.