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When I had to leave you 

I was alone when you came to me

It was the pain that drew you close to me

I was happy that I had found someone 

Someone I could share my life with

Someone I could share my pain with

You tolerated my anger, my pain

I was happy that I found someone 

Someone who could tolerate my temper 

Someone who could provide me with peace

But it was not to be

I needed peace of mind

Not anger, nor temper

I needed patience 

Not annoyance, nor haste

You were to be my pillar of strength 

When I was down, when I was weak

You were to help me find light

When I saw nothing but darkness

You were to keep patience 

When I was speaking 

For all I wanted was you to be safe

But it was not to be

I see now

I was not meant to be happy

I was meant to be forlorn

I have to walk my path alone


The Hunt for Unzen’s kill


I had just sat down with my morning coffee in the patio. It was only yesterday that I returned from my business meeting and longed to relish the cool autumn breeze and the plethora of colours on the trees. The aroma of freshly ground coffee made the whole affair even more pleasing but it all turned out to be momentary. A loud noise indicating the arrival of a powerful motorcycle squashed my plans for some leisure time.

The rider clad in leathers stopped just in front of the patio and from beneath the helmet emerged a well known smiling face which I hated right now. It was John or Long John as we liked to call him both because of his height and his womanising habits. I wasn’t particularly fond of the latter though. While climbing up the stairs he asked, “hey Leo, what do you know about Kyushu in late 18th century?”

“Not much”, I replied, “It was a busy port and served as a gateway of trade to European nations. As far as I can remember, Mt. Unzen erupted in 1792 and killed a lot of people. Tokugawa Lenari was the shogun during that period I think.”

John said, “Wow!! That is more than I expected out of you. Are you sure about you being a human?”

I answered in a dry tone,”No, I’m a cyborg and I am holding coffee flavoured engine oil in this cup. Now, tell me the reason for ruining my cup of coffee and my peace of mind.”

John jumped with excitement and started,”you will forget your coffee when you hear this. I’ve been waiting to tell you since I got my hands on this” and he brought out a green leather bound notebook which could only be described as ancient. The green cover had cracks all over it. Amidst those cracks was shining a golden insignia which didn’t match any of the symbols I knew about. It was two dragons wound around a samurai sword and the hilt bore Japanese letters. The pages inside also seemed to be made of leather but of softer kind. The content of the notebook seemed to be written in old form of Japanese. I could read up on it and try to decipher but the look on  John’s face told me I didn’t have to.

Just as I had opened my mouth to express my lack of knowledge John started again with even more excitement, “I bet you can’t recognise the insignia. It’s because the symbol was used only twice in history of civilisation. First was on a document recognising the existence of an ultra secret organisation and you can see the second instance. And how do I know for sure? I read the whole damn thing. Man, I had to cancel two dates and just because of my sacrifice, you should pay me 10% more than the others this time.”

I said,”I don’t have any problem till you can convince Nutter and Bison. Wasn’t it Nutter who twisted your arm and held it like that till you cried like a baby?”

John fumed,”alright alright, you don’t have to remind me that.”

“So, what else do you have?”

“Well, it gets more interesting. The notebook you are holding is a record of activities of that organisation. It would have been the first yakuza type syndicate if it hadn’t gotten decimated on its maiden voyage to set up a secret base.”

“Hold on. You are excited over a mafia organisation that got destroyed before it could do anything. Have you met me?”

“Even a snake shows more patience before biting someone. If you interrupt again I will use your cup to make your hair smell like coffee beans. Now listen carefully.

As per the record these people tried progressing methodically. The leader who was actually an opium smuggler had taken over a small faction near Kyushu. The daimyo who was actually in charge had been put into voluntary retirement by this leader. His signature says his name was Han Choi. He had amassed a fortune by selling opium and got it converted into gold. The shogun got a whiff of it and tried to extort from Han who had plans of his own. Apparently he had a small group of mercenaries under his command. Some of those mercenaries had been overseeing an excavation in the burial grounds of Kofun period aristocrats. I hope you know about the Kofun.”

I nodded affirmatively. Kofun period dated back to 400AD and provided the first record aristocracy in Japan. However, the records were not something I’d call complete. I sensed Jean, my trusted butler was waiting for instructions. I asked him to bring us some food.

John went on,”Han had been led to the knowledge of the presence of some artefacts. He believed they had some innate abilities and could be used to establish his influence over Japan. He wanted to make Japan a hub for criminal activities. He would have succeeded if he had not sailed that fateful night. He had planned to set up a base on an island near Kyushu to counter the shogunate. He started on the same day on which Mt. Unzen erupted killing thousands and giving rise to a tsunami. Han’s ship sank in that tsunami. The last part is an extrapolation based on Han’s account. He mentioned the eruption which seemed to shake the world around him and an extremely tall wave approaching the ship. The record ends here.”

“And the catch is the wreckage can be anywhere in the ring of fire. That ring which contains 75% of the world’s active volcanoes. Sounds doable. Get Nutter and Bison, I’ll devise a plan till then. Also, do remember not to get cheeky with Nutter. You do remember what happened last time, right?”

Bison was our team muscle and did most of the heavy lifting. We didn’t rely on him for bright ideas for obvious reasons but he was good at what he did, fighting.

Nutter or Natalia was the designated pilot and the only female member of our team. However, she was female only technically. Her behaviour would shame even the most notorious dock workers. She used be a national level gymnastics champion when one fine day which happened to be her selection day, she fell down a flight of stairs and broke her ankle resulting in an end to the career in gymnastics. She went nearly crazy, became an alcoholic and then took up a job on a fishing boat. I found her on the docks one evening totally drunk and beating a sailor black and blue. Later I came to know she was the best helmsman around even including the large boats. I decided to hire her as the pilot of my sub.

Since, I had not mentioned it before, my team hunts treasures below the surface of the sea. We procure information about old sunken ships and then search through the wreckage to acquire antiquities which are sold at auctions. Yes, we are filthy rich and this hobby of ours helps a lot.

John left after having a few sandwiches and I got down to planning.

First, I sent word to the docks to prep the submarine. The sub was my pride. I had named it the Atlas after its ability to withstand enormous hydrostatic pressure and thus, could be taken to large depths. It had a maximum speed of 25 knots which was decent. Even though it was not very large in size it could house 6 people comfortably. Six robotic arms had been attached for  grabbing stuff and also to provide a stable landing on the seabed. Since it was a civilian ship I hadn’t installed any weapons on it. However there were some self defence mechanism in case of an attack. The arms were enough to fend off sea animals.

The travelling part was simple. We were to go directly to Kyushu. The submarine would have been shipped by air and we would continue in the sub after that. The region inside the ring of fire was in continuous turmoil and thus finding a 200 year old ship was going to be difficult. It was similar to finding a needle in a haystack which was also moving. Luckily, we knew the island that the ship was headed to and had some loose records of the tsunami that resulted after the volcanic eruption.

We started two days after my morning tryst with John. Jean and Bob accompanied my team as was customary. In case the readers are wondering, Bob is my partner in crime, a German Shepherd. The journey to Kyushu was uneventful except the regular arguments between Nutter and Long John. Somehow they didn’t get tired of it. Trouble found us when we landed in Kyushu. A hurricane greeted us with malicious laughter or so it seemed. We would have gone ahead and started our search but the workers on the Kyushu docks were not willing to allow us to risk our lives. We decided to wait for the storm to subside. It gave me sometime to finetune my plans.

The storm subsided after 36 hours and we commenced our journey within 2 hours of its decline. According to the record, Han had planned to setup his base on an island near the Bonin islands adjacent to a seemingly dormant volcano. We moved along his course scanning the sea floor simultaneously. The hurricane had visible effects even beneath the sea surface. We could see destroyed marine life and wreckage of a few boats that failed to survive the storm. The depth of search increased as we moved forward. We had packed enough food to last 10 days. After that we would have to return back to shore.

It was the first time that we had started a hunt near Japanese soil. The terrain was totally new dotted with colourful marine life. Bob didn’t move from the window till we reached depths where light couldn’t reach. Eventually,we  reached the point where Han’s ship was struck by the sea due to the tsunami. As expected we didn’t find any piece of wreckage nearby. Extrapolating from the epicentre and the direction of resulting tsunami, it was probable that the ship was carried by the wave and hit some landmass, most probably an island.

We moved along the new calculated path. As we progressed, the sub registered vibrations coming at more or less regular intervals. The epicentre was a nearby island, adjacent to the island we were headed to. We didn’t have any record of this island which meant it had surfaced only a few years back. The journey continued with periodic searches on the seafloor using the robotic arms. As we progressed towards our target, the vibrations became more frequent. It felt as if the earth around us was moving. We could see sea animals rushing in our opposite direction. It was as if they were running from a wildfire. We decided to go up to observe. There was nothing for miles across. Not even a bird. We could see smoke rising from the direction of the newborn island. I had a feeling that we would find the ship on the old island.

We were not strangers to such incidents. This little hobby of ours had put us in dangerous situations more number of times than a man could hope for. However, it was also not going to be a surprise if there was a sudden volcanic eruption. It would have been beneficial if we could move faster but combing the sea was what we were here for. Given the frequency of rumbling I figured we had at least a few hours in hand. As we neared the island, the robotic arms picked up a few pieces belonging to an old ship. The contours around the surface and its curvature told us it was Japanese.

The news brought signs of relief on everyone’s faces except Nutter. Nutter always maintained a stoic expression. John started dancing with my butler and Bison hugged Bob so tightly that he almost crushed his lungs. It was indeed a favourable find but it also meant our work had just began. As I understood the tides had moved some pieces away from the shore of the island or maybe from further inside. Parts of the wreckage pointed in the general direction of the two islands. Given, one of them had recently formed we approached the other one. We continued underwater in case we could find any new clues. The clues  we found were the ones we already knew except one which strangely enough was found by Bison. I didn’t know he used his eyes to observe anything other than food and rivals in fights. He saw bubbles rising from the base of the younger island. It felt a little odd and it got me pondered. Unfortunately, the realization of what was happening struck me a bit too late. We moved on and finally, we reached the island following the strewn about broken pieces from the ship.

We took the sub up to the beach using its arms as legs. The island was a natural marvel. The whole island was covered in green except at one side where a mountain rose kissing the clouds in the sky. I expected the rest of the wreckage to be perched somewhere on the mountain. We had our climbing gear with us and we started ascending without wasting any time. Bison was in the lead and he was the first to spot it. The wreckage was not in a position we had expected it to be in. From a scale of one to ten of expected results, ten being the most expected and one being the least, our find was a minus five. The wreckage was on the young island, settled on what seemed to be a sort of depression. After looking a bit more carefully I saw small amounts of smoke rising from the sides of the wrecked ship. Something was wrong with the whole island and I could feel it.

We had lost a lot of time and moved quickly to the other island. This island was completely different from what we perceive as an island. It had a rocky shore littered with dead barnacles and skeletons of other sea creatures. The surface felt warm as if something was cooking below. As we moved forward, the surface started sloping upwards. It felt like we were walking on the top of a dome. Narrow fissures ran across the surface which spewed yellowish smoke, most probably sulphur. I had a feeling that we were walking on the top of a volcano trying to wake up. The ground was rumbling every now and then. Everything pointed towards something frightening but I was not able to gauge exactly what.

Eventually, we reached the wreckage which sat on a crater or so it seemed. Even deeper fissures were scattered around the wreckage. The smoke here had a more pungent odour. Everything looked out of place. It was absurd that the boat was stuck in a depression instead of the mountain. These observations led me to believe that the thing we thought to be an island used to be a mountain but due to frequent earthquakes had sunk down. The fissures spewing out smoke suggested the terrible, it indeed was a volcano and something had woken it up. Suddenly, it struck me. The bubbles that Bison observed were water vapour rising due to the heating up of sea water. The recent hurricane had somehow opened a crack at the base of the mountain and sea water was seeping in. If enough water seeped in, the extreme heat would boil it instantly converting it into huge amount of water vapour. If it indeed was a volcano, it meant we were sitting on the top of a boiler about to burst open. Immediately, I asked the crew to stop and modified the plan. The existence of the fissures meant the surface beneath the wreckage was unstable and we need to move carefully. I sent Bison, Bob and Nutter to prep the sub. Jean was to stay outside to warn us if there was any sudden change in the environment. Me and John proceeded towards the wreckage. The ship had broken in half making it easy for us to climb aboard. Dead seaweed hung from the broken mast and railings. This ship was a plain transport ship most probably chosen to hide from the prying eyes of the shogun. The sails had been eroded away ages ago. There were dead sea shells and barnacles all over the sea eaten wooden walls. I decided to search the stern and John proceeded to the bow of the boat. I expected the chest of gold to be hidden in some cellar. After carefully searching various compartments we could find no sign of the chest. I went to the captain’s quarters on a hunch. As I stepped in the moss covered room, my eyes landed on what looked like a leather wall hanging. It’s sides had been eaten away but the central part was intact. A few half erased figures told me it was a map of areas around Japan. As I was looking for clues, I saw a square shaped hole on the floor. I peered into the hole and discovered a large metal safe sitting in a small chamber which I had somehow slipped during my search. I instructed John to move towards the cellar. And then it happened. I was hurrying down the ship and it felt as if the ground crumbled beneath us. I radioed Jean to find out if he witnessed anything from the outside. He replied in a calm voice,”Sir, a section under the ship has given away. As I can see the fissures are expanding. I would strongly suggest that you make haste.”

I could never understand how that man always spoke in the same calm tone. It was true that under the given circumstances he had no other choice. Me and John ran and jumped to reach the hidden chamber. With every step it felt as if we were moving down bit by bit. I could see smoke coming from the bottom of the hull. The rotten wood was getting toasted slowly. I understood why I couldn’t find the chamber before. It was not built to be found by strangers. The whole chamber was lined with iron and the chest I saw from above was resting on a larger chest. Evidently, the chamber was made to hide the second chest.

What we faced now was a huge challenge. Firstly, the chest was locked and the lock was ancient. I had absolutely no idea how to open it. I was brainstorming on how to break the lock when John dropped a bombshell. He said in a very sweet voice,” Boss, I forgot to mention one thing. The chest can’t be opened without its key and the key is not here.”

I asked with irritation, “What if we blow up the door? Also, why am I getting to know about it now?”

“There will be two problems. 1. The pressure of the blast can destroy the hull and we would turn up as petroleum at the bottom of the volcano after a few million years. 2. The door has a lockdown mechanism. It can’t be broken down by just explosives.”

I was in a quandary. The chest was too heavy to be carried to the sub by just two people. In the meantime, the radio crackled. It was Jean. The situation outside had become even more critical. The island was moving down. Water level was rising and if the water poured down the fissures around the wreckage, the island would blow within minutes like a ruptured boiler. Suddenly, I got an idea.

I asked Jean to go back to the sub and tell Nutter to bring it near the wreckage as the water level rises. I asked John to give me a hand to drag the chest towards the broken deck. I secretly wished that I had a bionic arm at that time. The gold in the chest had to weigh at least 500 kg and taking it towards the deck was not a two man job either. Then a lightbulb blinked. We had to proceed like the Egyptians building the pyramids. They used wet sand to reduce the surface friction and pulled heavy rocks over it.

We ran out as fast as we could with our haversacks, filled them with whatever wet sand we could find and laid it along the path we wished to follow. Time was running out and we were getting tired. We lifted the chest from one side and made it stand sideways. We poured the sand and placed the safe on it. My idea worked. We could pull the chest now but we were not fast enough. As we were struggling to move the chest, it started moving little faster all of a sudden. As I looked up, I saw Bison had come to our rescue. He was pulling the box alongside John. John remarked, “This is the first time your show of strength doesn’t scare me.” Bison smirked which sounded more like a grunt.

In the meantime the island had started shaking more violently. As we neared the deck, I saw the sub slowly approaching us partially floating and partially walking on its arms. The sub was turning around to face the sea. We had to wait a little for the water to rise so that the sub could support itself on the first four legs only. Suddenly, a part of the crater burst open behind us. It was time to move, we couldn’t wait any longer. The sub extended its two arms and grabbed the chest. With a jolt it started pulling the chest towards itself. The increased water level helped a bit in decreasing the load. A few seconds later it was able to put the chest onboard. Me and John hurried inside as another piece blew past us. The island was going to blow up any second.

John moved to his position and Nutter sped away from the island. When I looked behind, I saw the wreckage blow up into pieces and some lava shot upwards vaporising the water around it into a thick white smoke. I shuddered a little. We had just made it in time. I hadn’t realised the ordeal wasn’t over. As we moved ahead I watched the island blow up like a watermelon being battered by a sledgehammer. We dove as pieces of rock flew towards us. The sub was moving as fast as possible. Only a few seconds had passed when the sensors indicated an underwater shockwave was approaching us. If the shockwave hit the ship, there was high probability that our sub would break into smithereens or may get flung towards one of the many undersea mountains. Rising towards the surface couldn’t have reduced the risk. I told Nutter to go under the shockwave. This way was not free of risks either.  Just that it gave a higher probability of survival. The plan was to drop to a greater depth so as to get away from the path of the wave but greater depth meant greater hydrostatic pressure which could crack the fibre windows of the sub. The best course of action was to go deep and then rise as soon as the wave had passed.

Nutter acted according to the plan. We went deep enough to escape the wave but it was bit too deep for the sub. The fibre panels had started cracking by the time the wave passed us. Salty water was seeping in through the cracks. I didn’t know if we were going to survive this one but we had to try our best. The ballast tanks started to be evacuated as soon as we were away from the danger zone. The sub was almost flooded by that time making it harder to rise up. We were alarmingly close to the point of no return. I had to do something but I didn’t know what. There was no way to compartmentalize the damage. I stumbled upon an idea. If I used quick setting sealant on the cracks, it would slow the downpour. I did that and asked John and Bison to connect a suction pump to the trash chute. I asked Jean to keep the other end in contact with the accumulated water. My plan worked. Within moments of pushing the trash ejection button the sub became lighter and we started rising rapidly. We cracked the surface of water in a short amount of time. The submarine’s cracked condition prevented us from diving again but at least we were alive.

I looked back and saw the sun going down where the island stood not even an hour ago. It was time for us to go back home.

My experience with Quora

I hope the readers know about the online platform called Quora. For those who don’t know, Quora is an online platform where people from all over the world can pose questions from any topic imaginable. Those questions can be answered by anybody who wishes to provide an answer. Sometimes the users are also graced by answers from people well established in the field of the question asked. The best part of my experience has come from them. I have had the pleasure to learn about views of such people. Reading those answers is absolute bliss.
I have also gathered a lot of knowledge in various fields which may or may not lie in my interest zone. A lot of misconceptions I had earlier have also been cleared. I also wrote an article based on one such clarification. I can’t stress on the beauty of such experience. Think about it, a question is nagging you for quite sometime and you have tried almost everything to search for the answer. Then, you get to know that there is a place where you can find answers to the difficult
That is mainly because I love gathering knowledge about different issues.
On the other end of the spectrum, I have also seen people who think they are smart but are actually walking, talking arses. Let me give an example. It needs a little background. When you are adding a question on Quora, you are given an option to check whether it already exists. Any sane person would not add the question if he or she finds out that the question already exists and has been answered. However, in the case of people I mentioned above( the walking, talking arses) they would add a question even if it exists earlier. As a matter of fact, I see same or similar questions being asked everyday or sometimes more than once a day. One such question is: “I have such and such months left before JEE Main (it is an entrance exam for admission into some of the best engineering colleges in India), can I clear the exam?”
My point is, would the process of preparation for an examination change if the next guy has one month more or less than the previous guy who asked a similar question?
Now comes the awful part of my experience on Quora and unfortunately, it overshadows the good experience. I’ll explain in a while, how.
Back to the topic of repeated questions, it is quite irritating when you are asked the same question over and over again even though the answer lies there itself. There are people who use Quora to solve a query when they should use Google.
A few days back someone asked about the requisites for teaching position in IITs. The information is clearly given on the webpages of the respective IITs. Am I expecting too much by asking them to search for the available information first? No, I don’t think so. It is the moral responsibility of a person to do so otherwise his or her brain is just a vestigial organ.
But, if you point that out to that particular person, Quora moderation team will send you a message that you were being extremely disrespectful and such repeated actions may lead to blocking. Believe me, I was much more polite when telling him and I believe I have the right to dissent if someone irritates or insults me beyond a limit.
So, it got me thinking. How come Quora, which is purported as a wonderful background allow such nonsense?
After a little pondering I reached a certain conclusion which answered all the observations. Quora is based on a simple concept. People always have questions but they don’t get the answers due to limitations of contact. Quora administration built an online platform which removes these limitations to a great extent. Curious people can post questions and tag the related topics to the questions. Someone else who knows about the topics would provide an answer. There’s also a follow button in case someone finds the given questions interesting or had similar questions in mind. The idea in itself is beautiful. The structure of the platform is not. There are a few policies which are not only asinine but also extremely irritating.
For e.g. 1. There is a policy where the answer should be descriptive in order to understand better.
Yes, I agree. Answers should be self explanatory. But you can’t expect one to describe one word answers. There are certain questions which can be answered with a simple yes or no, no details required. Quora moderation expects you to describe the yes.
2. There is another policy which says Quora users should be respectful.
Again, I agree. But sometimes there are people who will ask the same question again and again even though the answer is already present in Quora. How long can someone be expected to keep his patience in such scenario?
Then I had an argument with someone who was not ready to do it logically. Following which I got blocked. I have attached a picture for the readers to calculate the situation.




I hope the readers can understand what exactly happened and how Quora reacted. It feels that the platform is more of a leftist dictatorship where your opinion is shut out if it is not coated with sugar

On top of it, the moderating team never replies to or acts on complaints. They do have an email address for user support but it works like an office filled with clerks. If you send an email to the provided address, they will revert back in sometime with three more email addresses. The content means that the moderating team is too busy to sort out complaints. So, the user should send the complaint to one of the three email id’s which is more appropriate. My question is, if the email address provided on Quora is not the appropriate one, why can’t they mention the email addresses there itself. Why force the user to waste his time to write a mail which won’t work at all?
These observations have led me to believe, the Quora team is actually filled with people who have much less sense than is required to smoothly run such a platform.
They have assumed that the idea and basic maintenance of servers would keep the platform running. I understand that unhappy customers sink a business. I believe the Quora moderation should respect that too.

My life before and after joining the gym

I used to be very fat. In class 10th I weighed more than 60kg at 5’2″ height. I didn’t care much at that time though I never realised that I was not confident enough. I lost some weight when I moved to class 12th but that didn’t change anything much. After 12th I prepared one year to get into IIT. It was then when I started seriously working out. I had a pair of dumbbells at home and I started with them. Every day in the morning. I was amazed at the energy I had while studying. I had also gained a lot of confidence. I had not joined a gym at that time. The next year I cracked IIT. It was difficult finding time for exercise the next two years. It was third year when I seriously felt the need to join a gym. So, I went ahead and joined the gym in the campus.
It was difficult lifting weights initially. A few weeks later I started liking it. I looked forward to workout sessions. I had my gym instructor make me a workout routine and I stuck to it. My strength increased along with my confidence. Then I switched to weightlifting. I started doing heavier deadlifts and squats. It always brought me a sense of calm. Then I got to know about this online trainer from Canada, Omar Isuf. He changed the way I looked at workouts. I followed his routines and benefitted from them at a massive scale. He made me feel good about myself. I will remain indebted to him forever.
Now, whatever I do, I do with confidence. I don’t shy away from risky ventures. I have started my own educational institute and regular workouts give me the energy to do my job efficiently.
This is a pic from last year:
At that time I could deadlift 110kg and could squat with 90kg on my shoulders. This year hasn’t been very good regarding workouts but I have continued with it as much as possible. My deadlift did increase to 120kg and squats to 100kg. It still feels great whenever I do it. It calms me down a lot. The health benefits? I fall sick rarely. I can work sometimes when I am sick. I can feel that my body has become much stronger. Last time I had an accident, I ended up with scratches, some deep. At an average, people break their bones in such cases. Exercise has even helped me heal faster than it used to take prior to the time I started lifting weights. This is all I can say regarding my experience with gym. However, on the other hand, you have to be very careful about your posture in the gym. Bad posture can lead to very serious problems. One of my juniors slipped 3 disks in his back. I almost slipped one. Now I am fine thanks to strict discipline. The featured image shows me deadlifting 110kg. That was a good day. Thank you for reading.

Thermal Equilibrium with some humour

The other day, I was asked by a student to explain thermal equilibrium. I told her to guess an answer. So she said that thermal equilibrium between two bodies means they are at equal temperature and there is no flow of heat between the two.
I said, “you got the first part correct and second part wrong. There is equal heat exchange between the two bodies”
I added, “the electrons carry heat and the amount kind of depends on the body’s temperature.”
She asked, “if the other body is at the same temperature then why would the electron carry heat there?”
I answered, ” it is because electrons don’t have phones.”

I couldn’t remember my car crash

It was a usual January morning in a suburban area near Kolkata. I was sitting on a small wooden bench in front of a small shack that sold tea and other tidbits. I could see people wrapped in their woollens hurrying about with their daily activities. Their queer antics were amusing as always. After realising that my glass of tea was empty, I got up, paid the bill and left the place.
I continued walking along the canal as the morning breeze blew upon my face. Weirdly it didn’t feel cold. I thought it must be a continuing effect of the scotch I had last night.
Last night was one of the best I had spent except one little incident. I had been invited to a close friend’s birthday. The arrangement was beyond expectations, overflowing with booze and food. The deejay had quite a collection which made everyone dance as if there was no tomorrow. I am no dancer but even I couldn’t stop myself last night. The party ended almost at dawn today.
I was a long way from home but the scotch forbid me from realizing it. I started in my car just before sun started to rise. It was open road, I was driving fast and it happened. A calf came out of nowhere. I swerved my car to save it and the rest is kind of hazy. That reminded me, where the hell is my car. And why am I walking? Where am I exactly?
Then I looked down and I realized I wasn’t exactly walking. I was floating over the ground. I wanted to find my way back to the highway. The car had to be somewhere on the way. As I neared the highway I could hear ambulance sirens and loud chatter on police radio. I followed the sound. In a short amount of time I reached the source of the noise. There was a car crash. I heard someone say it was a case of drunken driving. I moved ahead oblivious of the surroundings.
Then I saw my car, crashed into a tree and me on the driver’s seat behind a shattered windshield, a branch impaled in my chest.

Pain, the best friend of Life

They said life is about happiness

They said life is about being with family

They said pain is just a small part of life

Sitting with offering of Shiva in my hand

I realize they were all wrong

While trying to forget my pain

I realize pain is the best friend of life

Why go to hell when you have life

As the smoke filled my lungs
Shiva spoke in my head,

What is life without pain?
What is life without this hell?

Pain is the fire that purifies
Pain makes a man out of child

You enter life as an imbecile
You go into the fire and are reborn as a man

You worship me for who I am
But do you know
I am for the pain made me so

Pain is fearful
Pain is merciless

But never give up
For you are a warrior
You are the survivor.



Dilwale: Most pathetic movie I watched this year

The readers already know what I am going to write about and most probably most of them will hate me for criticising SRK. Let them, as if I care about a bunch of emotions driven figuratively blind people.

I have already given the gist in the title. I’ll provide the details here as to why I think the movie is pathetic. I stopped watching SRK movies in theatres after Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham. Frankly, they should have named it thodi khushi baki rona(little happiness, rest weeping). I knew I could spend that money at a better place, maybe a bar.

Whatever, now with the details. The movie starts with a scene where SRK is shooting and is then shot. We will later see how stupid he was to get shot. By the way, the beginning is totally misleading. There isn’t much action in the whole movie and mostly you will witness cheap jokes. The shooting scene was apparently a nightmare and SRK suddenly wakes up. Next thing we see is a huge pastel coloured house with a lot of modified cars in front of it. Apparently, SRK is a car mechanic cum modifier and a saint along with that. Varun Dhawan plays the role of his younger brother and fills the space of the family clown. From the second scene itself the movie reeked of callous direction and half hearted screenplay. Then it kind of increased in volume and reached a stable point far below the tolerance level. The main cast was fairly small and full of cliches. There was a generic Hindu friend and to maintain the balance there was a Muslim friend with all the flags up to identify his religion. I am not an atheist but I really don’t like anyone’s religious feelings splashed across the screen, be it any religion. Everyone is free to practice his own faith but no need to advertise it everywhere.

I should not give out any spoilers and I have nothing to give out either. There’s no suspense at all. It’s an old storyline coated with new wrapper and the wrapping is done haphazardly. Everyone knows the crew was shooting in Europe. The country was Bulgaria and it was for a part which was supposed to show part of SRK’s life 15 years back when he was part of a mafia family. Unfortunately, except the line on screen which said 15 years back nothing else showed it was 15 years back. A man’s face shows age in 5 years but not kajol or srk. Apparently, they are immortal. Somehow, in 2000 srk procured cars that were released in 2008 or later. Even tv series pay more attention to detail.

Whatever, as expected srk and kajol have a tiff back then and later both their younger siblings fall in love with each other. Yes, they could not find anyone else in the whole world. Guess how their affair started. Varun dhawan behaved like a creep from the beginning and the girl had absolutely no problem with that. Why? Because pyar to hona hi tha. I can’t even imagine myself behaving like that with a girl and even if I do I will surely land up in jail for sexual harassment. But bollywood is on a different planet. Sexually harassing a girl here leads to a love affair and finally marriage in a church even if the whole family is Hindu.

Then there is Boman Irani, playing the role of a comical drug dealer with a bunch of thugs who get beaten up everytime they try to sell drugs. I have no idea how the leader made so much money with such useless chaps.

So, back to the love affair of Varun and the girl. I didn’t care to learn her name since she was as useless as the extras used in the movie. After varun is successful in wooing the girl, he finds out she has an older sister, Kajol who dumped his older brother i.e. srk and the viewers get to know that she actually  shot him. So, Varun set out for a mission to reunite them so that he could marry his girl and the movie stretched on painfully for another hour or so.

This is can on and on but I won’t drag it like the movie did for two and a half hours. At the end I can only say that this movie took the purported audience totally for granted and so did the director and the actors. Everyone’s acting was unidimensional and uninteresting. There was no attention paid to details and only retards would say this movie was good.

Politics and IITians

This post is about a question that was asked on Quora and my answer to it.

Q: Why there has been less politicians from IIT, though there is healthy student council in most of the IITs?

A: Exactly, there is a healthy student council in most of the IITs. Student councils in IITs are fairly rational and the people they govern are also fairly rational. However, that is not the case with the rest of the country.
You won’t get killed if you try to do the right thing in IITs but outside you might face such an outcome.
Also, in IITs you don’t need to feed yourself but if you join politics outside the campus you would need a source of income. Thus, such a step is risky financially too. Career in politics is not limited to the above two issues. There are a lot of questions that need to be addressed before choosing such a career:
How will you feed your family?
How will you save yourself from violent party members (be it your own or from any other party)?
What will you do as a politician?
How will you impress people, majority of which are irrational?
How will you fund your existence?
How will you gather support?
How will you manage your private life, given it is subjected to public scrutiny?
How will you maintain your integrity?

Solutions to these questions are not easy and there are very few people who can follow a difficult path. Politics is a dirty game and it takes guts to play it. At the same time your batchmates will be sitting in plush offices earning a lot of money. As a politician if you want to remain honest you won’t see any money until a very long time. If you are not smart about it, you won’t see any money at all.

If you become dishonest like the big example sitting in Delhi as CM, then you won’t have any dearth of money but you will lose integrity. If you lose integrity, there is no point of being a politician.
Initially, you would be looked down upon by most people you know. Others will ask why you discarded such a bright future in multinational corporations? Why do you want to waste your life for such a ridiculous cause. Weirdly, these people know how important politics is but still they will ask such questions. No one, absolutely no one will appreciate your aim to do something good for the country. But still you will have to keep your resolve and move forward. People give a lot of dialogues regarding patriotism and your country’s heritage but almost nobody does anything or cares about it.

It would take a lot courage and doggedness to keep moving towards your goal. You will encounter corruption of various degrees at different levels and you will have to deal with that. A normal person doesn’t even encounter 10% of that in his lifetime. Not many people have the courage or the determination to be a good politician and most IITians are no different.

I guess that answers the question. Frankly, getting into IIT is extremely easy compared to the above mentioned job.

7 compelling pieces of evidence of the existence of parallel universes

This might seem an excerpt from science fiction but it is not. Scientists have been working to find the existence of parallel universes since decades with no solid proof. However, we have come across certain pieces of evidence which suggest parallel universes may exist.

1. The Many Worlds Theory: It is a hypothesis produced by the physicist Hugh Everett in 1957 suggesting all possible alternate histories and futures are real within their own worlds. It could be a lot more complicated than that, but the version that most will understand is that there are a large – possibly infinite – number of universes, and everything that could possibly have happened in our past occurred in some other reality.
2. Weird Artefacts: There are actually a significant number of artefacts, found through archaeological digs or otherwise, that nobody can explain the origins of. The sort of dusty leftovers from old civilisations that usually crop up at such occasions, except experts can’t pin point where they actually came from. Carbon dating doesn’t work, they’re unfamiliar to any particular period of history.


This photo is of the infamous Antikythera mechanism, a sort of stone computer found near a Greek island that nobody can explain. So what’s with all these weird things? Are they simply artefacts from eras and civilisations that were never recorded, and thus fell down the cracks of the annals of history? Are they some sort of leftover from time travellers? Are they forgeries? Or could they be some sort of object from an alternate reality that somehow slipped through into ours?
3. The Story Of Lerina García: Lerina wasn’t an alien. For Ms Garcia, the truth was far more terrifying: the reason, that her morning routine seemed so completely off, that she didn’t recognise her co-workers or the things that cluttered her home, was because she’d slipped into an alternate dimension. All the small incongruities added up to make not other explanation seem possible. That’s if it isn’t a hoax, and she didn’t just suffer from memory loss. However, I should mention she did get herself checked by a doctor and there was no trace of drugs or any other medicine.
4. Deja Vu: Ok, this can easily be a hallucination but we can’t say for sure. It’s one of the most singularly peculiar experiences you can have as a human being, and yet, it’s happened to nearly everyone: the uncanny sensation of deja vu, where you enter a situation or do an action or see something, and get the feeling that it’s happened before. Usually it’s put down to some misfiring of the brain, perhaps retrofitting the memory to think that something’s more familiar than it really is (for whatever reason). Even more strange is deja vecu, which is the feeling that you know what’s going to happen next, too. There is something else, known as alter vu where one remembers their history differently.
5. The Man From Taured: This happened when humanity was visited by a caucasian man from Taured. In 1954 a man arrived into Tokyo airport with a passport from a country that didn’t exist. Customs officials detained the man, on the charge of carrying fake papers to try and get into Japan, but he was adamant: Taured was a real place, a European country with thousands of years of history, and that he held other papers (bank statements and the like) with the name on. The place he showed as Taured was actually Andorra according to our maps. After several hours of interrogation, they put him up in a hotel, and the next morning he vanished along with his papers in the Japanese authority’s locker.
6. Dimensions In Time: Our understanding of the universe exists across a 3D vector. In actuality there’s a fourth dimension, and humans are only capable of viewing static slices of that 4D system. Beyond that there might also be the fifth dimension, which is really the preserve of mathematicians and physicists, but it’s known to exist: that’s basically a parallel world, as shown in the movie Interstellar.
7. The Double Slit Experiment: According to quantum mechanics, which describes the motions and interactions of particles at a fundamental sub-atomic level, we have a good idea of how the universe works by observing the behaviours of electrons and photons. Which, apparently, can be in multiple places or multiple states of existence simultaneously. This is called superposition. That’s kind of like the idea of alternate realities.
It’s a pretty simple test, provided you have the right materials. All you do is shoot a individual electrons through a sheet of a material with two vertical slits in it, and onto a blank white screen. There is a 50/50 chance the electron will go through each slit. You’ll also get to see the electronic interacting, interfering each others…except only one is around at the time. How is this possible? It’s because the electron might be existing in multiple places at the same time. Take that to a wider view, and you’ve got the many world theory in action.