tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80836502636131025942024-03-13T00:56:27.098-07:00Ankasyathe concluding scene, before the next act begins...Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-50805492151971571492019-11-05T11:12:00.002-08:002019-11-05T11:27:43.443-08:00Cultural Conundrums<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Angela Merkel says that German experiment to create a multicultural society has "utterly failed".<br />
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<a href="https://www.reuters.com/article/us-germany-merkel-immigration-idUSTRE69F1K320101016">https://www.reuters.com/article/us-germany-merkel-immigration-idUSTRE69F1K320101016</a><br />
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This is a big, yet inevitable, punch in the Europe's cosmetic pluralistic visage, it has been using to unsuccessfully mask its strongly tribalistic anatomy. Especially coming from Merkel who was the last (wo)man standing in this highly polarized debate centered on cross-cultural immigration.<br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-16981712486222895352019-08-29T19:31:00.000-07:002019-09-03T05:02:30.500-07:00A moment in the Sun<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0 , 0 , 0 , 0.7); font-family: inherit;">Between the shadow and the soul*</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lie stories dark and untold</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Waiting for that moment to burn bright</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And cast long shadows into the night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm told I should improve my style</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So the story isn't lost amidst yawns and rheumy eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you ask me, it's the time</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the right moment it'll all sound riveting, and with a punchline!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When the hour finally arrives, late today.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Dusky and dim, it asks me as it ebbs away</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Search for it under the light of stars</span></div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7); text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I know well the moment has slipped afar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Hiding behind a cloud, it </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">dissolves in the rain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Maybe with you around, tomorrow I can try again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">-- </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">Archana</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">*Inspired by Pablo Neruda's <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49236/one-hundred-love-sonnets-xvii" style="background-color: transparent;">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49236/one-hundred-love-sonnets-xvii</a> </span></div>
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-23417820493005810192019-04-23T11:32:00.001-07:002019-05-06T07:32:16.733-07:00Evolution/Devolution of Artifical/Real Intelligence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I recently came across the following two articles and, rather fortuitously, ended up reading them in quick succession:<br />
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1. A fascinating account of journey of Demis Hassabis, the founder of Deep Mind (now Google's), towards the elusive and alluring goal of developing artificial general intelligence (AGI).<br />
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<a href="https://www.1843magazine.com/features/deepmind-and-google-the-battle-to-control-artificial-intelligence">https://www.1843magazine.com/features/deepmind-and-google-the-battle-to-control-artificial-intelligence</a><br />
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2. A fascinating (albeit in an entirely different way!) about the surprisingly prevalent and growing group of people who feel vindicated in denying even elementary scientific facts such as "earth is round". For the record, I did not even know that I am a 'globetard' :(<br />
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<a href="https://www.newyorker.com/science/elements/looking-for-life-on-a-flat-earth">https://www.newyorker.com/science/elements/looking-for-life-on-a-flat-earth</a><br />
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Nothing better highlights this strange conundrum of information age. While we are on a quest to deconstruct and expand the fundamental core of intelligence at the disposal of human civilization, by actualizing it in agents presumably free of human limitations, we simultaneously grapple with our own stupidity and shun essentially everything rational. I wonder if this signals that it would be AHS (Average Human Stupidity), and not AGI, that will finally push us over the edge into The Singularity.<br />
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If an alien civilization were observing us, it would find this absolutely incredible!<br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-60381515349652360072019-02-16T10:17:00.000-08:002019-08-30T06:10:36.031-07:00Merrimack<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Somewhere between the boundless blues,<br />
The twinkles of silver<br />
turn into streaks of gold.<br />
Nights merge into days, days into years<br />
Raconteurs wither away,<br />
the story never gets old.<br />
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-- <i>Archana</i><br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-85037963729423464642018-12-29T12:48:00.002-08:002019-08-30T06:10:48.214-07:00Does it matter?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What does it matter<br />
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That there is no happiness to share?</div>
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The pain remains faithful</div>
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And persists in the heart's lair.</div>
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When does it matter</div>
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That a fleeting moment stays?</div>
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I hold my dreams always near,</div>
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And wander far, losing my way.</div>
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Whom does it matter</div>
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That we walk together a mile?</div>
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To strangers all along,</div>
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Until the end, the journey seems futile.</div>
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Why does it matter </div>
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That I could never say it loud?</div>
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My thoughts remain silent</div>
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As only my words were allowed.</div>
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It does not matter </div>
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That I know it may never be mine.</div>
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When it parts the clouds</div>
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It is still called Sunshine.</div>
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-- <i>Archana</i></div>
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-91292235331026945242018-07-11T12:25:00.003-07:002018-07-11T13:26:44.137-07:00Psychoanalysis of a teacher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One of the challenges, or occupational demand, of being a researcher in academia is to simultaneously be an effective teacher/communicator. Pedagogy in science is manifestly different from scientific writing, though one finds frequent appeals to a loose correlation between the two (usually an artifact of specious reasoning rooted in biased and restricted sampling).<br />
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One common theme in both teaching and writing science is that, like in any other activity, practice and experience either makes you better or, over time, lends a certain amount of begrudging leniency to your own flaws and that of your audience. Nonetheless, there is a vital difference between the two. In writing, grappling with hanging infinitives, spurious articles, oxford commas, and chasing that elusive submission-ready draft happens in relative isolation. On the other hand, teaching plays out in front of a fresh audience with every single trial. To add to the associated insecurity, there is really no one to teach you teach! Unlike the situation in writing, astutely depicted below:<br />
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Given its unfortunately and inescapably exhibitionist nature, with students being both silent critics and potentially disapproving witnesses at each turn, developing a pedagogical style for instruction can be a rather tortuous journey. <br />
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I came across this rather interesting discourse describing the travails of being a teacher in the essay <i>Writers, Intellectuals, Teachers</i> by Roland Barthes. Barthes adeptly adapts the analogy of psychoanalysis to teaching. The surprise is the demolition of the usual fallacy of the more knowledgeable person being the analyst in this situation. The teacher is the one on the couch! Read below and commiserate.<br />
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How can the teacher be assimilated to the psychoanalyst?
It is exactly the contrary which is the case: the teacher is
the person analysed.
Imagine that I am a teacher: I speak, endlessly, in front
of and for someone who remains silent. I am the person who
says / (the detours of one, we or impersonal sentence make
no difference), I am the person who, under cover of setting
out a body of knowledge, puts out a discourse, never
knowing how that discourse is being received and thus for
ever forbidden the reassurance of a definitive image - even
if offensive - which would constitute me. In the <i>exposi</i>,
more aptly named than we tend to think, it is not knowledge
which is exposed, it is the subject (who exposes himself
to all sorts of painful adventures). The mirror is empty,
reflecting back to me no more than the falling away of my
language as it gradually unrolls...<br />
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... I then feel coming unstuck piecemeal
in front of everybody. Scarcely have I made the audience
smile with some 'witty' remark, scarcely have I reassured
it with some progressive stereotype, than I experience all
the complacency of such provocations; I regret the hysterical
drive, would like to retract it, preferring too late an austere to a 'clever' discourse (but in that contrary case it is the
'severity' of the discourse that would seem hysterical to
me). Should some smile answer my remark or some gesture
of assent my stereotype of intimidation, I immediately
persuade myself that these manifestations of complicity
come from imbeciles or flatterers (I am here describing
an imaginary process). It is I who am after a response and
who let myself go as far as to provoke it, yet it suffices that
I receive a response for me to become distrustful. If I
develop a discourse such that it coldly averts any response,
I do not thereby feel myself to be any more in true (in the
musical sense), for I must then glory in the solitude of my
speech, furnish it with the alibi of missionary discourses
(science, truth, etc.).
Thus, in accordance with psychoanalytic description, when the teacher speaks to his
audience, the Other is always there, puncturing his discourse.
Were the discourse held tightly fastened by an impeccable
intelligence, armed with scientific 'rigour' or political
radicality, it would nevertheless be punctured: it suffices
that I speak, that my speech flow, for it to flow away.....<br />
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... Such is the cross borne in every public act of speech.
Whether the teacher speaks or whether the listener urges
the right to speak, in both cases we go straight to the analytic
couch...<br />
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Sigh!</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-15343783210956124522018-01-22T11:26:00.002-08:002018-07-11T12:27:02.930-07:00Recap 2017: Coming-of-age year as a university professor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I cannot believe that I have not blogged in over an year (last post being January 10, 2017!!). This can be ascribed, at least partly, to the fact that last year I started my faculty position full throttle. I think all my experiences can be categorized into three broad categories -- Love, Labor, Lost, as I explain below.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>LOVE: Things that I enjoy(ed) the most</b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">, i.e., these are the reasons I do what I do.</span></h4>
1. <b></b><b>Long, intense research discussions</b> --- collaborators, students, visitors, everyone's invited (and thank you!).<br />
2. <b>Designing new research courses</b> --- I developed and taught a new graduate course on quantum information in Fall; it was a lot of fun, I learned a ton, and (most) students in the class worked hard and liked the content.<br />
3. <b>Writing comprehensive and interesting papers </b>--- it still gives the same sense of exhilaration, which I got on seeing my first published paper. <br />
4. <b>Mentoring students</b> --- this is probably the high point of the week for me. It is amazing to have junior collaborators (a.k.a. postdocs, graduate and undergraduate students) work with you and witness/be a part of their evolution as a scientist. <br />
5. <b>Background reading for grant/proposal writing </b>--- Submitting grants is an essential part of being an academician in the US. Though one of the high-stress points, the preparation for writing a (good) grant necessitates a thorough reading and vetting of scientific literature in the relevant field. So despite the accompanying paperwork (which can be overwhelming for a beginner, especially), it can be used as a platform to catalyze conception of new ideas, clarify current ones, and place completed ones into a cohesive framework.<br />
6.<b> Initiating new collaborations </b>--- there is nothing like getting challenged by new perspectives and making friends in the process.<br />
7. <b>Learning new things </b>--- I sat through a graduate course on wonderful general relativity taught by a colleague. Would totally do it again if another interesting course comes by (this is a great perk of being in a university environment!)<br />
8.<b> Attending research seminars </b>--- It is always instructive to hear scientists talk about their work, even those outside your immediate area of research. Plus it also rejuvenates those lazy weekday afternoons with a cup of coffee, a bite of donut, and informed questions from students serving like an extra shot of serotonin!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>LABOR: Things that I remain neutral about, i</b></span><span style="font-size: x-small;">.e., I know I have to do these as a part of my job and I won't mind doing them again.</span></h4>
1. Faculty meetings<br />
2. Organizing and giving research seminars <br />
3. Giving talks at over-subscribed conferences (such as, APS march meetings)<br />
4. Maintaining my website and online academic profiles (such as, Linkedin and google scholar)<br />
5. University/Departmental service (serving on committees, reviewing internal reports and grants etc.) <br />
6. Teaching non-physics majors<br />
7. Revising Nth draft of a paper-in-works over time t (when N >3 && t --> 1 year) <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>LOST: Things that I have to come to terms with, </b>i.e., in order to enable the LOVE, I have to keep doing/tolerating these (left to myself, I would never put up with them..ever!)</span></h4>
1. Grant and paper rejections (especially the nasty ones)<br />
2. Grading homeworks for big undergraduate classes (soul crushing!)<br />
3. Writing lukewarm letters of recommendation for students I barely know<br />
4. Administrative meetings<br />
5. Piles of pestilential paperwork <span style="font-size: x-small;">[1]</span><br />
6. Emails (will there ever be an end??)<br />
7. Departmental politics (ughh!) <br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">[1] </span>Alliteration suggests that I hate it more than I care to admit.</span></div>
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-27059188174825174082017-01-10T09:43:00.000-08:002017-01-11T02:11:33.830-08:00Intelligence and creativity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination." (Albert Einstein)<br />
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Intelligence is a virtue -- believe me I know. I was one of those front bench kids who always did extremely well at school and were poster boys/girls for neighbors and relatives (at least as far as the societal notion of intelligence goes). The reason I turned out (semi-)normal and without a bloated head, was because my parents had their own stellar academic records. So, at least within the confines of our home, there was nothing special about me, nor did I receive the expected glory talks or pats-on-the-back. I, therefore, clearly remember how the first real recognition from my parents came about.<br />
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In Indian schools, once we finish our tenth grade one has the liberty to choose subjects for further studies broadly categorized into three streams -- Science, Commerce and Humanities. This so-called liberty, unfortunately, is more of a hierarchy of intelligence itself with top students choosing science, followed by those studying Commerce, and a steep fall from prestige if you go and take up humanities.* Our school, being one of the more progressive ones at the time, had decided to not follow this hierarchy (at least not strictly!) and evaluate the 'aptitude' of students instead.** The idea was that this would help the students to make better informed choices and not just rely on their grades. For this purpose, all tenth grade students in my batch took IQ tests and aptitude tests at the end of school year, and parents of each student were invited to discuss the results with the school counselor.*** I still remember my mother being genuinely (and, to my annoyance, surprisingly!) pleased when she learnt that I had an IQ in the +2\sigma range of the average human IQ. Another thing which I remember was the aptitude chart which showed the student's interest in various lines of work. I squinted at the sheets lying in a pile and saw charts that looked like a doodle of Himalayan peaks. When the counselor pulled up my aptitude chart, it looked like an ECG of a dying man! --- a straight line with a tiny lonely blip near "administration", which immediately triggered the image of a gray-haired, middle-aged me fussing over office filing system in my mind.**** I quickly shoved it out of my sight as I did not want any unhappy distractions while I basked in my IQ glory.<br />
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Any way, I did take science in high school as I genuinely liked it by then. Plus, I was assured by my IQ tests that I was a natural at almost all the subjects, except for a little trouble with physics. I was still bothered by my non-existent aptitude for any occupation, but my counselor consoled me that maybe if I found something even mildly interesting, my aptitude-less brain would do well given my killer IQ! As it turned out, I ended up pursuing physics in college. It was more a process of elimination rather than selection at the time (just like most of my life-altering decisions!). Taxonomy had killed biology for me and I was at the end of my tether with organic chemistry (alkanes, alkenes, alkynes...seriously!). Also my mother, who has been a maths wizard since the age of three, thought pure maths would be too abstract for my lateral mind and I listened.<br />
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In spite of not having enough natural flair in the subject I chose, and being acutely aware of this conflict between aptitude and interest, I topped the university exams. And the more I learnt physics, the more I liked it and the better I got at it. This made me realize that the mysterious 'aptitude', after all, is not an inherent fixed quality, but a dynamic one that can be cultivated through interest. I eventually pursued research in quantum physics and currently I'm a university professor in the US. The reason for sharing this long-winded history, is the realization it has afforded me about the concept of intelligence. Even in the fields such as academic research that, by construction, seem most cerebral, the really successful and happy scientists are the ones who are the most creative. In fact, pursuing research is the single most important activity that has demolished the usual beliefs about intelligence I grew up with. Confronted by an unsolved problem, it does not really matter how fast can you solve equations or multiply numbers in your head, it is all about how much you enjoy thinking about different things or thinking things differently! And more often than not it is sheer doggedness of this creative pursuit, rather than photographic memory, that leads to interesting results!<br />
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This also ties in to a recent <a href="https://www.samharris.org/podcast/item/complexity-stupidity" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">podcast</span></a> I heard about 'Complexity and stupidity'. It was a conversation where one of my favorite commentators and authors Sam Harris talks to biologist David Krakauer about nature of human intelligence and stupidity. Krakauer, who was himself included among 50 smartest minds by Wired magazine, expounds on the concept of intelligence (or, lack of it = stupidity) and I quote from his interview below:<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">"...The example I like to give is Rubik’s cube, because it’s a beautiful little mental model, a metaphor. If I gave you a cube and asked you to solve it, and you just randomly manipulated it, since it has on the order of 10 quintillion solutions, which is a very large number, if you were immortal, you would eventually solve it. But it would take a lifetime of several universes to do so. That is random performance. Stupid performance is if you took just one face of the cube and manipulated that one face and rotated it forever. As everyone knows, if you did that, you would never solve the cube. It would be an infinite process that would never be resolved. That, in my definition, would be stupid. It is significantly worse than chance.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">Now let’s take someone who has learned how to manipulate a cube and is familiar with various rules that allow you, from any initial configuration, to solve the cube in 20 minutes or less. That is intelligent behavior, significantly better than chance. This sounds a little counterintuitive, perhaps, until you realize that’s how we use the word in our daily lives. If I sat down with an extraordinary mathematician and I said, “I can’t solve that equation,” and he said, “Well, no, it’s easy. Here, this is what you do,” I’d look at it and I’d say, “Oh, yes, it is easy. You made that look easy.” That’s what we mean when we say someone is smart. They make things look easy. <br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;" />If, on the other hand, I sat down with someone who was incapable, and he just kept dividing by two, for whatever reason, I would say, “What on earth are you doing? What a stupid thing to do. You’ll never solve the problem that way.”</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">So that is what we mean by intelligence. It’s the thing we do that ensures that the problem is efficiently solved and in a way that makes it appear effortless. And stupidity is a set of rules that we use to ensure that the problem will be solved in longer than chance or never and is nevertheless pursued with alacrity and enthusiasm. ..."</span></i></div>
I find Krakauer's definition illuminating for more than one reasons:<br />
- First, it makes the elusive concept of intelligence, usually quantified by an absolute scaleless number called IQ, more concrete and accessible.<br />
- Second, it shows that intelligence is something dynamic and diverse. It may involve ruminating about physics of the universe or solving a rubik's cube.<br />
- Third, and most importantly, it really challenges the conventional view of intellectualism and makes intelligence indistinguishable from creativity. Because it is creativity which helps us solve problems in unforeseen and new ways.<br />
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So the next time you want to feel intelligent, go paint something, or dance to your favorite song. Who knew being intelligent could be so much fun!<br />
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Footnotes:<br />
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* 99.9% of the times people, including you and your parents, would believe that you did not have the grades to 'get science' (pun intended). If you are one of the arty types and choose to inflict the ultimate misery of pursuing fine arts upon yourself, be assured to get ample solitude to brush up your doodling skills, when you would be hiding under the bed trying to ignore all the sympathetic "tcha-tchas" at family dinners.<br />
** Not progressive enough to offer humanities though, since the administrators feared it would bring down the average performance of the school!<br />
*** One of our favorite English teachers had volunteered to double up as a counselor. She must have had a degree in psychology or something because she was really good with students.<br />
**** My parents had a more optimistic outlook and thought that I may want to become an IAS officer (powerful bureaucrats in Indian government).</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-5202051739006067362016-09-16T07:26:00.001-07:002017-01-10T18:30:53.266-08:00Summer reading - fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This has been a whirlwind of a summer! Lots of developments at professional front (wrapping my postdoc and starting my new faculty job!) and personal front (moving to my new home and setting it up) dissolved days into strings of hours that passed in a blur of activity. Looking back at the past couple of months, I find it incredible how much can be done each time the Earth completes a single spin on its axis!<br />
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One of the things that made this transition doubly amazing is that I re-'kindled' my romance with books (pun intended!). I guess it almost comes with the territory of packing and unpacking books into neat stacks, mulling over the color of new bookcases, fussing over bookends and creasing out tired-looking book dividers out of brown boxes. So it is only natural that I resume my blogging in this year sharing the titles (with my ratings and brief reviews of them) which provided me cozy corners amidst their pages when none existed outside.<br />
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1. The Daughter of Time - Josephine Tey<br />
Genre: Historical fiction<br />
Rating: 3/5<br />
Review: Part of the Inspector Alan Grant Series. Okay for patient readers, as all the action is strictly cerebral.<br />
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2. The Maltese Falcon - Dashiell Hammett<br />
Genre: Detective fiction<br />
Rating: 1.5/5<br />
Review: Frequently hailed as one of the greatest american detective writings but hugely overrated in my opinion. The protagonist Samuel Spade conjures information out of 'thick' air and leaves you feeling like a fool.<br />
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3. The Kindness of Neighbors - Matthew Iden<br />
Genre: Thriller/suspense<br />
Rating: 3.5/5<br />
Review: Short and crisp. Worth a quick read.<br />
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4. Behind Closed Doors - B. A. Paris<br />
Genre: Modern thriller<br />
Rating: 3/5<br />
Review: Debut novel of the author. Fluid prose, well written. Not in the same league as Paula Hawkin's The Girl on the Train though.<br />
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5. After Anna - Alex lake<br />
Genre: Modern thriller<br />
Rating: 2.5/5<br />
Review: Suffers a bit from Hannibal Lecter complex. But overall an okay time-pass read which does not require too much attention.<br />
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6. Good Omens - Neil Gaiman and Terry Patchett<br />
Genre: Satire/Humor<br />
Rating: 4/5<br />
Review: Antichrist has arrived and has been kind of ..er .. misplaced! Angels, fallen and otherwise, take it upon themselves to locate him and try to avert the apocalypse as they have got too attached to the imperfect ways of humans. Oh my god good (especially Mr. Crawly!). Do yourself a favor and please go and read it now. Note to self: read it again asap.<br />
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7. The Codex - Douglas Preston<br />
Genre: Thriller/Treasure hunt<br />
Rating: 3/5<br />
Review: Good. If you like lost manuscripts, ancient tombs and trails, survival tales sort of things, this is for you.<br />
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8. Murder with Peacocks - Donna Andrews<br />
Genre: ..er?<br />
Rating: ..er?<br />
Review. You got it. Forgettable!<br />
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9-15. Joe Dillard series (Books 1-7) - Scott Pratt<br />
Genre: Legal thrillers<br />
Rating: 3/5<br />
Review: Ranges from average to some flashes of interesting twists. Definitely for fans of Grisham (I am not one of them).<br />
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16. The Professor - Robert Bailey<br />
Genre: Legal thriller<br />
Rating: 3/5<br />
Review: Thoroughly american writing, enjoyable in parts. Passable.<br />
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17. Between Black and White - Robert Bailey<br />
Genre: Legal Thriller<br />
Rating: 2/5<br />
Review: Continuation of characters from The Professor. Could have been an engaging story but writing is a let-down. Merely passable.<br />
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P.S. I wanted to try out legal thrillers once and I think I have had my fill with them for some years with 9-17.<br />
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18. Breakthrough - Michael C. Grumley<br />
Genre: Scientific thriller<br />
Rating: 3.5/5<br />
Review: First book of a 3-part series. Involves conversations with intelligent dolphins, nuclear submarines, aliens, and apocalyptic undercurrents in shifting ice of Antartica. Engaging read.<br />
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19. Pines - Blake Crouch<br />
Genre; Post-apocalyptic thriller<br />
Rating: 2.5/5<br />
Review: First book of wayward pines trilogy. Gave me a major divergent deja-vu. Will rather go for the TV series (if at all).<br />
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20. Diamond Dust - Anita Desai<br />
Genre: Fiction (short stories)<br />
Rating: 3.5/5<br />
Review: Amazing as always, Anita Desai tells tales about flawed people in her flawless prose.<br />
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21. Sweetness at the bottom of the pie - Alan Bradley<br />
Genre: Young adult detective fiction<br />
Rating: 3.5/5<br />
Review: First book of series about the 11-year old charming and precocious Flavia De Luce, who goes about unraveling mysteries armed with her chemistry set and unbridled energy. Highly recommended especially for young girls. I am definitely going back for a second helping of this pie.<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Currently reading:</span></b><br />
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1. Fragile Things - Neil Gaiman<br />
2. One more thing - B. J. Novak</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-3950189492012527742016-03-14T15:08:00.006-07:002016-03-15T04:32:58.038-07:00Happy Pi Day! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't rush to your nearest bakery -- not yet any way!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAU7i8h51Iw0h7WdZK6B4HVoGtuwlx_Y9r8BpkblZhgPtE8ewnbp-mTZPpUfyFWmlQ3D1qGH2-x9jEItj_qQ0qaAmTxzVyBNBAf00cokFLMKhIhSmcqKa5F5ZJ3eWoVVITeljw-uRf0yI/s1600/Pie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAU7i8h51Iw0h7WdZK6B4HVoGtuwlx_Y9r8BpkblZhgPtE8ewnbp-mTZPpUfyFWmlQ3D1qGH2-x9jEItj_qQ0qaAmTxzVyBNBAf00cokFLMKhIhSmcqKa5F5ZJ3eWoVVITeljw-uRf0yI/s200/Pie.jpg" width="200" /></a>We are talking about the beautifully enigmatic and irrational number aka pi. Why today? -- given the precision provided by the digits on our calendars, 3.14.16 is the closest you can get to this ever elusive number hermit! So in the spirit of full disclosure it is actually a 'rounded' pi day like the one shown on the right (yum!). For a more appropriate homage, I enclose the one I spotted at the Stata Center@MIT* below!<br />
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Well, as it turns the geeking out with this day does not stop yet. It also happens to be birthday of the most famous physicist ever -- yes it is 137th birthday of Albert Einstein which makes this extra special! In addition, 137 has its own hall of fame in physics ---due to fine structure constant, which is recognized as one of the fundamental constants of nature, and which is very close to 1/137!<br />
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As you can see alpha seems to be having its own little party with other constants (including pi), such as e = charge of an electron, \hbar = h/(2 pi) = (reduced) Planck's constant, c = speed of light in vacuum and \epsilon_{0} = permittivity of the free space. One of the reasons which carves \alpha firmly on the throne of geeks (and greeks!**), is that it sets the natural coupling strength of matter (electron) with radiation (photon) in Quantum Electrodynamics***.<br />
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Now you maybe wondering why did nature choose something as unexpected as 1/137 in its manifestation -- if you have any clues, you just might be able to solve one of the longest standing puzzles in Physics!<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">* It may just be a coincidence but MIT also hands out its decision for admissions today. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">**being the first greek letter and all..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">***The effective electric charge of the electron actually varies
slightly with energy so the constant changes a bit depending on the energy
scale at which you perform your experiment. So \alpha is not really a 'constant' as such, but hey it is pretty close and makes QED work so well, so we will let it be!</span></div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-63493633722331413602016-02-11T12:59:00.000-08:002016-02-11T13:14:05.823-08:00When science creates ripples!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Image courtesy: Caltech</td></tr>
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Today LIGO team unveiled what is potentially one of the greatest results in modern physics -- first detection of gravitational waves, also called GW150914*, created when two black holes collided a good 1.3 billion years ago**! Count the number of wow-inducing words in that one sentence alone -- it (usually) does not get better than this.<br />
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It is a really big moment for both MIT and Caltech, two of the leading members of LIGO team. Being at MIT, I can almost sense the contagious enthusiasm in air. Rainer Weiss, an MIT professor, traces back the LIGO journey in this <a href="http://news.mit.edu/2016/rainer-weiss-ligo-origins-0211" target="_blank">Q&A</a>. In his email to the MIT community this morning, president L. Rafael Reif sums it up most aptly: "The discovery we celebrate today
embodies the paradox of fundamental
science: that it is painstaking, rigorous and slow – and electrifying,
revolutionary and catalytic." <br />
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Cockeyed optimism of scientists, as <a href="http://quantumfrontiers.com/2016/02/11/ligo-playing-the-long-game-and-winning-big/" target="_blank">John Preskil</a>l from Caltech puts it, was essential for the success of this complex, ambitious and beautiful experiment. And now there is even more reason to continue with this die-hard optimism regarding the future*** of this effort. Kip Thorne, one of the original instigators of LIGO, stated in the live webcast that Advanced LIGO is operating at only one-third of its ultimate sensitivity, so when this interferometric window into the universe is fully opened -- we should have access to 27 times mores volume of the universe and see many such events in its eventful history!<br />
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First Higgs and now gravitational waves -- woohoo science!<br />
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*Indexing the date of September 14, 2015 when LIGO detectors at Hanford and Livingston recorded the coincidence event signifying a GW signature.<br />
** The technical details can be found in this <a href="http://journals.aps.org/prl/abstract/10.1103/PhysRevLett.116.061102" target="_blank">paper</a> by the collaboration that appeared on the Physical Review Letters website today.<br />
*** There are plans to build a third LIGO-like gravitational wave detector in India, which should be operational by 2020.</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-15883543158116966022015-09-21T20:03:00.000-07:002016-03-15T04:37:41.953-07:00My new web page<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Blogger friends,<br />
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My professional web page is public now :).<br />
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<a href="https://sites.google.com/site/kamalarchana">https://sites.google.com/site/kamalarchana</a>/<br />
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It is kind of a semi-beta version, in spite of the painfully-simple-to-use google site template (which works a lot like blogger unsurprisingly!). Still, I feel reasonably proud of myself in getting around to do it after all this time.<br />
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It seems to me that improving the search rank of a web page is an almost independent task from making it public --- which means that you should not assume that Google will show it up 'automatically' just because now you have fought that awkward feeling about going public with your site. I am still learning clever ways to improve search rank of my page, but my few efforts of registering it in the periodic web crawls of Google and submitting my sitemap for indexing have at least led to its appearance on page 2 of google search for my name. I am not sweating over it though since my google scholar page, that appears on page 1 for my name search, has a link to my web page and should help do the job at the cost of an extra click.<br />
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Comments welcome. </div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-15521514663594253372015-09-02T18:55:00.000-07:002016-03-04T06:38:55.791-08:00Google News<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No, I don't mean to suggest searching for news on Google; I am alluding to an eventful last week at Mountain View:<br />
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1. Google has gone sans serif. It recently changed the logo that appears on its famous unadorned search page*, a change that has been called the biggest update for Google in last 16 years --- and this is when Google recently rebranded all its services and subsidiaries under a common conglomerate called the Alphabet! The new logo has been touted as having a more "benevolent" design with particular friendliness towards mobile devices. See a detailed evolution of the ubiquitous colorful 6 letters, as heard from the horse's mouth itself, <a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2015/09/google-update.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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2. In another news, Google's driverless cars are running into a unique, but inevitable, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/09/02/technology/personaltech/google-says-its-not-the-driverless-cars-fault-its-other-drivers.html" target="_blank">problem </a>-- perfect robots meet imperfect humans! According to the company, the cars are too safe as they follow the book when it comes to traffic rules, without spontaneous adjustments such as the ones human drivers are used to doing. Last month when one of the robot cars came to a halt to allow right of way to a pedestrian, it was rear-ended by a car driven by a fallible human being! Compels me to paraphrase the current (perennial?) state of "human"-ity in words of Christopher Hitchens -- "..the search of utopia is ultimately a futile and dangerous one. There is no escape from anxiety and
struggle." **<br />
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P.S. Interestingly this ties into an <a href="http://writehererightnow-archie.blogspot.com/2015/05/link-think-sciencetechnology.html" target="_blank">article</a> that I shared in my earlier post Link Think, where Nicolas Carr (in NYT again) had written about the impossibility of machines replacing humans (ever!). Seems like, it is not overcoming human imperfections but rather replicating them, that turns out to be most daunting after all!<br />
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3. In the recent issue of TIME magazine, I <span id="goog_603752168"></span>read about the '<a href="http://time.com/4012832/meet-youtubes-view-master/" target="_blank">most powerful woman on the internet</a>' --YouTube's current CEO Susan Wojcicki. She goes a long way back with Google (Page and Brin started the company practically in her garage!) and, much unconventionally, has a non-technical background unlike the rest of Google's top brass. Apparently, this plays out as a major strength for her and helps her decide on YouTube content from a universal perspective and with mass appeal (amusingly, she sometimes first tests the user experience using her four kids as the guinea pigs!). Recommended reading***.<br />
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* It was developed by Marissa Meyer, one of the high power tech women in Silicon valley and current CEO/President of Yahoo! , during her time at Google as vice president of Google Search.<br />
** I should clarify that I am favorably intrigued by this effort of Google. I totally can do with a robot chauffeur, or better still, an implicit one! <br />
*** though behind a paywall</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-6885431800369922862015-08-22T06:31:00.003-07:002015-08-22T06:31:41.757-07:00Goodbye Facebook!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Less than 24 hours ago, I posted my last facebook message --- that I am going to delete my facebook account by the end of this month. I have been thinking of getting back to long-format blog writing for a
while and precious few hours away from research every day were disappearing into thin air
too easily (facebook being one of the wiliest wizards!).<br /><br />I know this will cause some upheaval in my life (unintended) and schedule (intended), the extent of which remains to be seen. Already, I am feeling a little overwhelmed with lovely messages from my friends, who I hope to see on my blog some time. I will surely miss the pics of cute kids, gorgeous locales, laughing couples, and chuckling on those occasional witticisms on my fb 'wall'. <br /><br />They have been fun 5 years, fb. Time to turn over a new leaf!</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-26729643505252634802015-05-20T06:08:00.004-07:002015-05-22T04:59:30.110-07:00Link Think - Science/Technology<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
1. Nicholas Carr in <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2015/05/20/opinion/why-robots-will-always-need-us.html" target="_blank">New York Times</a></span>, why with all their foibles and fallibility humans are not, and probably never will be, obsolete.<br />
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He notes "We should view computers as our partners, with complementary abilities,
not as our replacements. What we’ll lose if we rush to curtail our
involvement in difficult work are the versatility and wisdom that set us
apart from machines."<br />
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2. Nature has released a special May <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.nature.com/news/india-1.17456" target="_blank">issue</a></span> discussing the prospects and challenges facing Indian science.<br />
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The article <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.nature.com/news/india-by-the-numbers-1.17519" target="_blank"><i>India by the Numbers</i></a></span> includes a telling and instructive summary of statistics, such as "about 40% of Indian researchers work abroad" -- the highest percentage of brain drain than any other country in the world!<br />
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3. Interesting three-part series of articles in Quanta Magazine on how quantum entanglement leads to space time geometry. It discusses one of the most mysteriously addictive equations I have come across, ER = EPR (sorry Podolsky!).<br />
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i. <span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://www.quantamagazine.org/20150424-wormholes-entanglement-firewalls-er-epr/" target="_blank">Entangled Wormholes</a></span><br />
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ii. <span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://www.quantamagazine.org/20150428-how-quantum-pairs-stitch-space-time/" target="_blank">Network Tapestry</a></span><br />
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iii. <span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://www.quantamagazine.org/20150430-space-time-interactive/" target="_blank">Quantum Geometry</a></span><br />
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Wired also featured a <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.wired.com/2015/05/spooky-quantum-action-might-hold-universe-together/" target="_blank">commentary</a> </span>about this series. <br />
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4. Ross Andersen in Aeon magazine has a long <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://aeon.co/magazine/science/has-cosmology-run-into-a-creative-crisis/" target="_blank">piece</a></span> about current state of cosmology. He gives a detailed account of the recent BICEP2 saga where initial hopes of detection of gravitational waves were, quite literally, shattered to dust. Reading about the entire episode in detail made me think that demanding stringently objective standards of science is not equivalent to assuming that its practitioners are less prone to usual (and frankly, expected!) human prejudices and biases. This is especially true while practicing science in the contemporary times of hyper-hype and hyper-competitiveness. I, for one, would try to be more sympathetic not just to the cause of science but to that of scientists, who put in honest and sincere work with no deliberate intent of scientific misconduct, while struggling to win over all their prejudices and biases with varying success. We need to remind ourselves that scientists are human after all!<br />
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5. Singularity hub recently published a <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://singularityhub.com/2015/05/11/quantum-computing-is-about-to-overturn-cybersecuritys-balance-of-power/" target="_blank">report</a></span> that gives a synopsis of leading quantum computing (QC) efforts in the world right now. It especially highlights superconducting circuit based QC, my field of research. <br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-7444691009229963932015-04-30T20:24:00.001-07:002015-05-09T07:57:49.666-07:00NPM - Day 18 (Finale)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015.</i><br />
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It is the last day of NPM series and I am far from sharing all my favorite poems on this blog. There are multiple reasons for this --- I started out late in this month on April 13, then due to my far from perfect multi tasking skills I defaulted on 5 out of 18 total days at hand, and finally and most importantly, there are definitely many more than 18 pieces to share.<br />
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In any case, I have really enjoyed this stroll in the world of poetry this month. In the process of researching some of the details for pieces that I like and posted about, I actually discovered some new gems. Plus after a long time I made a serious effort to reconnect with poetry. So these past 2.5 blogging weeks have been really great!<br />
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There are two poems -- one in Hindi and the other in Urdu, both by poets who have superstar status in the world of Indian poetry.<br />
1. <a href="http://kaavyaalaya.org/mdhshla.shtml" target="_blank">Madhushala</a> by Harivansh Rai Bachchan. There are translations available on the web, for more often quoted portions of this long poem, but I have not been able to find a credible translation of the full piece yet!<br />
2. <a href="http://www.outlookindia.com/article/aurat/215610" target="_blank">Aurat</a> by Kaifi Azmi (with translation) -- a recitation by the poet himself is available on <a href="https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ACIJfbZeoTY" target="_blank">YouTube</a> (Highly recommended)<br />
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I resisted the temptation to post them mostly because I have already talked about both of them in the past on this blog (<a href="http://writehererightnow-archie.blogspot.com/2009/03/landmarks-in-poetry.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="http://writehererightnow-archie.blogspot.com/2013/04/an-afterthough-to-one-of-greatest-poems.html" target="_blank">here</a>). Nonetheless, since I cannot conceive any collection of my favorites from poetry to be complete without them, I definitely need to mention them in this finale.<br />
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In addition to the poets whose works I posted as part of the NPM series, I have really enjoyed poems by Sahir Ludhianvi, Jaishankar Prasad and Mahadevi Verma, in Hindi and Urdu. Amid English poets, William Blake, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Rabindranath Tagore and Oscar Wilde are some of my favorites too.<br />
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So to conclude, here is the last poem of the NPM 2015 series on Ankasya. It describes a young bride being carried in a palanquin to her husband's house. The words of the poet delicately capture the vivid beauty of the scene, the tumult of emotions (of the bride), the rhythm (of the palanquin) and evoke an enduring image from the memory --- some reasons why reading poetry is always such a special experience!<br />
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Palanquin Bearers</h4>
-- Sarojini Naidu<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Lightly, O lightly we bear her along,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She sways like a flower in the wind of our song;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She skims like a bird on the foam of a stream,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She floats like a laugh from the lips of a dream.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Gaily, O gaily we glide and we sing,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We bear her along like a pearl on a string.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br />Softly, O softly we bear her along,<br />She hangs like a star in the dew of our song;<br />She springs like a beam on the brow of the tide,<br />She falls like a tear from the eyes of a bride.<br />Lightly, O lightly we glide and we sing,</span><br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-28131089546260290672015-04-28T19:56:00.001-07:002015-04-29T03:31:57.736-07:00NPM - Day 16<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015.</i><br />
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When one of the most celebrated mystery writers of all time writes a poem, it is bound to be unusual. This poem by Edgar Allan Poe is a testimony to the fact. Its characteristic style of rhythm and unique use of poetic devices, combined with the agonized undercurrents in Poe's writing, have given way to rich interpretations and speculations, including psychoanalytical impressions about its poetry and Poe himself!<br />
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A Dream Within a Dream</h4>
-- Edgar Allan Poe<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Take this kiss upon the brow!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And, in parting from you now,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Thus much let me avow —</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You are not wrong, who deem</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">That my days have been a dream;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yet if hope has flown away</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In a night, or in a day,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In a vision, or in none,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Is it therefore the less</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><em>gone</em><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">? </span><br />
<em>All</em><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">that we see or seem</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Is but a dream within a dream.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I stand amid the road</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Of a surf-tormented shore,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I hold within my hand</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Grains of the golden sand —</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">How few! yet how they creep</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Through my fingers to the deep,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">While I weep — while I weep!</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">O God! Can I not grasp</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Them with a tighter clasp?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">O God! can I not save</span><br />
<em>One</em><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">from the pitiless wave?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Is</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><em>all</em><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">that we see or seem</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But a dream within a dream?</span><br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-21986050679142062782015-04-27T20:06:00.003-07:002015-04-29T03:03:45.696-07:00NPM - Day 15<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015.</i><br />
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This following poem by William Wordsworth is commonly known as <b>Daffodils</b>. This site maintained by Wordsworth trust has a nice <a href="https://wordsworth.org.uk/daffodils.html" target="_blank">article</a> about its genesis and evolution. The third stanza especially seems to have been added by Wordsworth later, accompanying a series of revisions.<br />
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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud</h4>
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-- William Wordsworth</div>
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<pre style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.235294); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.301961); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;">I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay,
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee,
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company,
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.</pre>
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For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-73174656200071413062015-04-26T14:14:00.002-07:002015-04-26T14:17:34.508-07:00NPM - Day 14<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The motivation for
the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month
(hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day
of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </i><br />
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Default and that too on a weekend!!! But hey, tomorrow is another day -- the immortal final words of Scarlett O'Hara from Gone with the Wind.<br />
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I do not remember how I came across this poem, but it has stayed with me with its haunting melancholy for one of those pensive days. You might recognize the famous first two lines which frequently find mention in the texts on their own.<br />
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Solitude</h4>
-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br />
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;<br />
Weep, and you weep alone;<br />
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,<br />
But has trouble enough of its own.<br />
Sing, and the hills will answer;<br />
Sigh, it is lost on the air;<br />
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,<br />
But shrink from voicing care.<br />
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Rejoice, and men will seek you;<br />
Grieve, and they turn and go;<br />
They want full measure of all your pleasure,<br />
But they do not need your woe.<br />
Be glad, and your friends are many;<br />
Be sad, and you lose them all,<br />
There are none to decline your nectared wine,<br />
But alone you must drink life's gall.<br />
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Feast, and your halls are crowded;<br />
Fast, and the world goes by.<br />
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,<br />
But no man can help you die.<br />
There is room in the halls of pleasure<br />
For a large and lordly train,<br />
But one by one we must all file on<br />
Through the narrow aisles of pain.<br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-17476750182859702122015-04-24T19:37:00.004-07:002015-09-03T03:14:29.709-07:00NPM - Day 12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> The motivation for
the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month
(hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day
of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </span></i></h4>
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Who does not know about Jungle book -- the "magical" tale of feral child Mowgli, his friends Baloo and Baghera and foes like Sher Khan. A tale of such luminous fun that only Rudyard Kipling could have written. Rudyard Kipling was an Anglo-Indian born in Bombay, during an era when the Indian subcontinent looked quite different from today, with fewer fractures along international borders and in hearts of its people.</div>
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My first introduction to Kipling was of course the famous televised version of Jungle Book that used to air on Sunday mornings on Doordarshan -- some thing all of us, who had enjoyed the childhood of nineties in India (and probably adults too!), used to wait religiously for. I remember singing along the quirky lyrics of the famous title song by Gulzar [Remember" Jungle jungle baat chali hai pata chala hai, Chadddi pehan ke phool khila hai, phool khila hai! :)], and noticing the credits mentioning "Based on Jungle book by Rudyard Kipling". Fast forward a lot of years -- I rediscovered Kipling's writings, living here in US, when I received my first tablet Kindle Fire as a gift from my husband. His collection of short stories "Plain tales from the Hills" was one of my first Kindle "purchases" guided solely by my recognition of Kipling's name amidst the titles available for free [1]. Each story had the same engaging simplicity, as the Jungle Book, and read more like diary entry of a traveler through the hilly towns of Northern India. I was hooked again!</div>
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Forward a few more years, and I discovered this poem by Kipling that I am sharing today. It is my tribute to all those works by him that have enamored me in myriad ways since my childhood. And to a writer who still amazes me by revealing a new facet of his writing, every time we cross paths! </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">[1] Since then, I have gone much more reckless with my finances when it comes to e-books! It doesn't help that you are always only "one-click" away from your favorite titles.</span><br />
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-- Rudyard Kipling<br />
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If you can keep your head when all about you<br />
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, </div>
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If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />
But make allowance for their doubting too; </div>
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If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, </div>
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Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,<br />
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: </div>
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If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;<br />
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; </div>
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If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />
And treat those two impostors just the same; </div>
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If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken<br />
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, </div>
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Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: </div>
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If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, </div>
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And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />
And never breathe a word about your loss; </div>
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If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />
To serve your turn long after they are gone, </div>
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And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ </div>
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If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, </div>
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If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,<br />
If all men count with you, but none too much; </div>
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If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, </div>
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Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,<br />
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!</div>
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-52835254341514605072015-04-23T05:28:00.001-07:002015-04-24T20:13:08.489-07:00NPM - Day 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The motivation for
the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month
(hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day
of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </i><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Today I am sharing</span><i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </i><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">a creation by Subhadra Kumari Chauhan, a famous Hindi author who penned the more well known <a href="http://allpoetry.com/Jhansi-Ki-Rani-%28With-English-Translation%29" target="_blank">Jhansi Ki Rani</a> poem (JKR). I have special memories for JKR as my grandfather, who was fondly called "Daddy" by one and all including his grandchildren, called me "Chhabili" -- a nickname of Rani Lakshmibai (a.k.a JKR) :) -- and I remember wearing it proudly like a mantra which would make me as brave as her. I was so enamored of her story and her bravery, narrated multiple times to me by Daddy and depicted with unparalleled beauty by Chauhan in JKR, that I chose to recite it in the first ever poetry competition I participated in at school. After committing each stanza to my mind of this long poem </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I used to run and practice </span></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">my newly-remembered lines</span></span> in front of the mirror, complete with sword actions just like Rani Lakshmibai -- some thing I used to be convinced of at that time. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span>The poem which I am sharing today also formed an integral part of my childhood, in a much more sober way though :) One thing which sets Chauhan's poetry apart from other poets, for me, are the simple yet addictive rhythms she is able to infuse in her words -- which probably explains their long-lasting appeal and the reason I can still hum them effortlessly today, just like I used to do in front of that mirror more than 20 years ago! It also explains why it is even harder than usual to do them justice in translation, so I'll pass on that</span>.<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yeh Kadamb ka Ped</span></h4>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">-- Subhadra Kumari Chauhan</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yeh kadamb ka ped agar maa hota yamuna teere</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Main bhi us par baith Kanhaiya banta dheerey dheere</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br />Le deti yadi mujhe bansuri tum do paise waali</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Kisi tarah neeche ho jaati yeh kadamb ki daali</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tumhe nahi kuchh kehta par main chupke chupke aata</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Us neechee daali se amma unchee par chad jaata</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Wahin baith fir bade maze se main bansuri bajata</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">amma amma keh bansi ke swar mein tumhe bulata</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sun meri bansi ko maa tum itni khush ho jaati</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mujhe dekhne ko tum baahar kaam chhod kar aati</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tumko aata dekh bansuri rakh mein chup ho jaata</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Patton mein chhip kar fir dheere se bansuri bajaata</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Bahut bulane par bhi maa jab nahi utar kar aata</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Maa, tab maa ka hriday tumhara bahut vikal ho jaata </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tum aanchal phaila kar amma wahin ped ke neeche</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Iswar se kuchh binti karti baithi aankhein meeche</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tumhe dhyaan mein lagi dekh mein dheere dheere aata</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Aur tumhaare phaile aanchal ke neeche chhip jaata</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tum ghabra kar aankh kholti par maa khush jo jaati</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Jab apne munne raja ko godi mein hi paati</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Is tarah kuchh khela karte hum-tum dheere dheere</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Yeh kadamb ka ped agar maa hota yamuna teere.</span></div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-87505208026543564262015-04-22T19:28:00.002-07:002015-04-24T19:59:38.489-07:00NPM - Day 10<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </i><br />
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This funny fun take on not-so-fun-breakfast (!) appeared on Sheldon Comics (I know!) very recently, so technically I can't claim this to be my one of my long time favorites. But still quite enjoyed it, so here we go :)<br />
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-21500284106404787412015-04-21T06:57:00.000-07:002015-04-24T20:13:08.486-07:00NPM - Day 9<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>The
motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National
poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of
mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </i></span><br />
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Days 7 and 8 -- again slipped by amidst the frenzy of research. In a some what perverse way, defaulting on the NPM series is actually turning out to be an instructive way of gauging how tightly I am able to keep up with my daily schedule in general. Three defaults in 9 days!! -- not encouraging but I have not lost hope that things would get better from here (doing a PhD practically indoctrinates you with this mantra).<br />
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So, today continuing with native poets of Indian subcontinent, I am sharing one of the most well known patriotic pieces in Hindi. It is famous enough that almost 8 out of 10 years, this is solemnly recited by TV commentators covering the Independence day celebrations in New Delhi. A sign of the enduring quality of this verse!<br />
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Pushp ki Abhlasha</h4>
--- Makhanlal Chaturvedi<br />
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Chah Nahi Main SurBala Ke Gehano Mein Goontha Jaaun<br />
Chaah Nahi Premi Mala Mein Bindh Pyaari Ko Lalchaaun.<br />
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Chaah Nahi Samraato Ke Shav Par He Hari Dala Jaaun<br />
Chaah Nahi Dewon Ke Sar Par Chadhoon Bhagya Par Itraun.<br />
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Mujhe Tod Lena Banmali, Us Path Par Tum Dena Phaink<br />
Matra Bhoomi Per Sheesh Chadhane,Jis Path Jaayen Veer Anek.<br />
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I have included a translation below, but as is almost always the case, it is no where close to capturing the spirit of the original piece. <br />
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Desire of a Flower </h4>
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I do not yearn to deck the tresses of a beautiful maiden</div>
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Nor to be in the garland binding two lovers</div>
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I do not desire to adorn the graves of great emperors</div>
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Or to take pride in honoring the gods themeselves</div>
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O beloved gardener, throw me on that path</div>
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Tread by the soldiers who renounce their lives for this motherland.</div>
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Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-41305002465658927392015-04-18T17:53:00.003-07:002015-04-29T03:39:13.063-07:00NPM - Day 6<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>The
motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National
poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of
mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </i></span><br />
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A boat beneath a sunny sky</h4>
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-- LewisCarroll </div>
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A boat beneath a sunny sky<br />
Lingering onward dreamily<br />
In an evening of July—<br />
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Children three that nestle near,<br />
Eager eye and willing ear,<br />
Pleased a simple tale to hear—<br />
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Long has paled that sunny sky:<br />
Echoes fade and memories die:<br />
Autumn frosts have slain July.<br />
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Still she haunts me, phantomwise,<br />
Alice moving under skies<br />
Never seen by waking eyes.<br />
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Children yet, the tale to hear,<br />
Eager eye and willing ear,<br />
Lovingly shall nestle near.<br />
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In a Wonderland they lie,<br />
Dreaming as the days go by,<br />
Dreaming as the summers die:<br />
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Ever drifting down the stream—<br />
Lingering in the golden gleam—<br />
Life, what is it but a dream?</div>
Archiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01468488107480982678noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083650263613102594.post-14003488987696643652015-04-17T12:59:00.000-07:002015-04-24T20:13:08.480-07:00NPM - Day 5<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>The motivation for the NPM series is to celebrate April 2015 -- the National poetry month (hence NPM in the title), by sharing a favorite poem of mine every day of this month, starting April 13, 2015. </i><br />
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Yes, so day 4 has gone by without me finding a few moments of solitude with my blog. The concerns of my research kept me busy but to make up for it I am giving a real treat this time and sharing a few of my favorite urdu couplets today. Hope we like it!<br />
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1. By Faiz Ahmad Faiz -- one of the absolute giants of Urdu poetry in the 20th century<br />
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Ek tarz-e-taghaful hai so woh un ko mubarak<br />
ek arz-e-tamanna hai so woh hum karte rahenge<b></b><br />
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(They can continue to fancy the style of neglect<br />
As for me, I will continue to keep alive my desire<b>)</b><br />
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2. By Ahmad Faraaz --- the poet who wrote my most favorite ghazals of all time -- <span style="color: blue;"><a href="https://rekhta.org/ghazals/ranjish-hii-sahii-dil-hii-dukhaane-ke-liye-aa-ahmad-faraz-ghazals" target="_blank">Ranjish hi Sahi</a>, </span>which was rendered immortal in the voice of Mehdi Hassan<br />
<b><br /></b>Ab aur kya kisi se maraasim badaayein hum<br />
Ye bhi bahut hai tujhko agar bhool jaayein hum<br />
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(Now why try and strike acquaintance with some one<br />
It is already too much of an effort to forget you...)<br />
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<span class="Unicode" style="text-decoration: none; white-space: normal;" title="Hindi transliteration">3. By Gulzar, the famous poet and lyricist</span><br />
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Waqt rehta nahi kahin tik kar<br />
Aadat uski bhi aadmi si hai<br />
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(Time does not stay still anywhere<br />
It shares this habit with humans)<br />
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4. By Allama Iqbal --- Urdu poet, pilosopher whose wrote famous ghazals such as 'khudi ko kar buland itna', 'saare jahaan se achchha hindustaan hamaara', and is known for his similar motivating pieces<br />
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Tu shahiin hai parvaaz hai kaam tera<br />
Tere saamne aasmaan aur bhi hain<br />
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(You are a bird with a duty to fly<br />
In front of you there lie many skies..)<br />
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5. By Jan Nisaar Akhtar -- acclaimed poet and father of Javed Akhtar, the famous lyricist and poet in his own right<br />
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Quvvat-e-taamir thi kaisi khas-o-khashaak mein<br />
Aandhiyaan chalti rahi aur aashiyaan banta gaya<br />
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(There was some strange power to create in the dry grass,<br />
The wind kept roaring and the nest was conceived)<br />
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6. By Nida Fazli -- popular for modern Urdu poetry<br />
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Yaqeen chand pe suraj mein aetbaar bhi rakh<br />
Magar nigaah mein thoda intezaar bhi rakh<br />
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(Have faith in the moon and trust your sun<br />
But retain some patience in your eyes too)<br />
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7. By Firaq Gorakhpuri --- a prolific Urdu poet known for his subtle and romantic poetry<br />
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Bahut pehle se un qadmon ki aahat jaan lete hain<br />
Tujhe ai zindagi hum duur se pehchaan lete hain<br />
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(Since long I know the tinkle of your feet<br />
My life, I can recognize you from a great distance)<br />
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