Thursday, August 22, 2013

Anti-Ragging Law - Just so that we can say we have a law too.

The news about four students who ragged Aman Kachroo to death will be freed on good conduct even before the only four years of rigorous imprisonment they got is a shock.  Why have a law then and go through the motions of running a case ?  It is an utter waste of time.  Like what happened in the Navarasu case.  The accused went free for lack of evidence, despite the fact that he had killed and chopped his juniors body to pieces for resisting being ragged.

If people after committing a crime as serious can get back their lives (here, go back to med school and complete the course) then, where is the deterrent ?  The only problem is that they cannot go for a government job.  How many doctors, especially those from affluent families go for a government job and are willing to be posted in remote areas ?  So, is this a criteria at all.

When a student copies in an exam, they are debarred for a semester.  When the same activity is repeated, they can get debarred from the course and out of the college/university and never study there again.  So, comparatively, does the Ragging Law have any teeth ?  Is it a strong enough deterrent to stop people from ragging fellow students ?  Just signing an affidavit (as is required now) is no strong deterrent.  What might be a deterrent I am not sure.

Many argue that forgiveness is a virtue.  But can I tell that to the parents of the kid who died ?  Even if they in their largeness of heart, forgive, can the law do so ? If yes, will it be able to stop a repetition of such a crime.

So, can we as a system allow perpetrators of a crime go free and reclaim their old lives just because they stayed quiet in jail.  Besides, Indian jails are known for all kind of luxury if you know where to give and who to give as demonstrated so many times in news reports.

Only questions, no answers.  

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Research Training Fellowship for Developing Country Scientists


Centre for Science & Technology of the Non-Aligned and Other Developing Countries (NAM S&T Centre) has called for applications.  Applicable if you are interested to work in a research establishment in India.

http://www.dst.gov.in/whats_new/whats_new13/Announcement-Brochure-RTF-DCS%202013-14.pdf

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

What is debugging ?

I had asked the below question for a test, and this is what I got !!!
'Represent the process of debugging diagramatically'.


Monday, August 5, 2013

Dhyan Chand - the Wizard of Hockey !

I started reading about Dhyan Chand wanting to know about who is this man and why is he held in such high esteem.  I have heard about him from my Dad but then, this (written by Rajesh Kalra) makes me want to see his game.  

  • At Berlin Olympics in 1936, when India played its first game, word went around that a wizard was at work on the hockey field and it drew spectators from other venues. A German newspaper carried a headline: The Olympic complex now has a magic show too. Posters were put up all over Berlin asking people to watch a show like never seen before.
  • At one occasion, a lady spectator said if he was such a wizard, could he play with her walking stick. Dhyan Chand did, and scored goals, with the walking stick.
  • Apparently in 1935 at Adelaide, Australia’s hockey capital, Dhyan Chand and cricket great Donald Bradman came face to face. After watching him play, the Don remarked: He scores goals like runs in cricket.
  • And of course, the most celebrated story of how Hitler, after watching his stupendous performance at Berlin Olympics, offered him the German citizenship and also a promotion in the German army. Of course, Dhyan Chand refused.
How I wish we had such stalwarts today, who talked through their work.  I wouldn't have had to look around so much for heroes and inspiration..... No will the current generation have to.

Law in India Vs World

There is a difference in the way law is implemented in India Vs the World.  This is a classic example.

http://www.ndtv.com/article/cities/three-year-old-boy-locked-alone-in-car-for-two-hours-401445?pfrom=home-topstories


What about the right of the child to a safe and secure life ?  How about parental responsibility  ?


Wednesday, July 10, 2013

When the hunter becomes the hunted

This shows how the hunter becomes the hunted.  If animals of the forest unite, we will have to run.  Time we learnt not to test their patience.

http://edition.cnn.com/2013/07/ld/asia/indonesia-tigers/index.html?hpt=h09/worp_c5

Go tigers Go !!!  Hope our tigers, leopards, bears, lions, panthers, elephants, rhinos, .....   do the same.  It is high time they fight back and we learn to respect their place in this world. It belongs to them too, just like it belongs to us.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Sabarmati Ashram - Gandhiji's Home at Ahmedabad








The one above is Gandhiji's room.  It was highly guarded with an iron mesh.  Found it ironical - he lived most of his life behind bars and continues even today at his own home.  Maybe a strong glass would be better if the idea is security. One way it is better - he wouldn't be able to understand the goings on in our country.  Have we lived up to his ideas and ideals ?

It is a small house as seen in the pictures with a small courtyard inside.  There is a kitchen, facing outside.  Kasturba Gandhi's room and a guest room look into the courtyard.  Gandhiji's room is outside.

Going there felt like a  pilgrimage.  I sat there and felt peace - tears rolled down.  I wondered what kind of men lived in India at that time.  What were they made of ? Being a leader is one thing, but having people see you and follow your ideals not questioning them and adhering to them is another.  Giving up all material wealth hearing one person's call, ready to give up your life without fear, without thinking of whether your will reap the benefits - how did we Indians loose that ?  How did we turn away from what our forefathers lived and died for ?  How did we become such big cowards ?  When did greed get coded into our DNA ?  I wonder !!!

We all follow the flow of things today, accepting it.  Fighting it makes you a loner many a time and people think you are trouble.  So, you keep quiet accepting that things have changed.  How did things change ?

The small house had a large heart - you will feel that when you go there.  When I came out, there was a man offering namaz just outside.  I saw that Gandhiji's as well as that of a generations ideals are very much alive - in the common man in India.     

sa-tya-gra-ha





Friday, March 1, 2013

Collaboration over Individualism

Graham Haylor says thus :

Robert Frost’s famous poem Mending Wall, an ode to individualism, celebrates the role of good fences in ensuring good neighbourliness, especially where fences protect crops from neighbour’s cattle. Whilst this may be true with forage, the opposite is true for information. Information is not depleted by use, but enriched and rendered more accurate. Research on a particular problem may require a wider range of skills than any single individual, or even a single institution, is likely to possess. Researchers working together to achieve the common goal of producing new knowledge can derive mutual intellectual benefits and social influence from their collaboration. ‘Breaking the fences’ that separate scientists, laboratories, institutes, countries, and disciplines can achieve greater research outcomes. We believe there may be a range of benefits from a Collaborative Research Approach. Such as: sharing of knowledge, skills and techniques; tacit knowledge transfer; learning social and team management skills; sourcing creativity; intellectual companionship; greater scientific visibility; and pooling equipment.

For the full talk go to :  http://www.ifs.se/IFS/Documents/Publications/Breaking%20fences%20may%20make%20for%20good%20neighbours%20in%20collaborative%20research.pdf

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Hoping against Hope

It has been ruminating in my mind for a few days in my mind.  My whole being is being churned - thinking of it.  I don't know why but I place a lot of hope on people, especially students.  I hope they will grow, they will see and they will learn.  I tell them often that the word 'success' and 'succeed' and 'achieve' are all relative - it is dependent on each individual.  You can't have one scale for everyone because we are all born with some inherent talent, and given our environment and background, we acquire a lot more that shapes each of us.  Also, this inherent talent is useless until you have discovered it and honed it.  Finally, nothing comes without hard work.  A person may be good at singing, but only practice makes perfection.  Instead, if she/he is going to think that talent will carry them far, it is only a heuristic (may succeed/may not succeed).

So, if you are in education especially, you will have a class that is mixed - some bright, some not so bright but very hardworking, some average, some below average.  In all this, there are quite a bunch who are technically sound or otherwise, scared to communicate for their background and environment did not give them that scope.  To overcome this, I try enforcing things in class.  One thing I do enforce is that 9 - 5 students try to talk in English.  Yes, it is not a native tongue.  However, for a student aspiring to be a Software Engineer, basic communication skills are essential to survive on the job. 

Mind you, I have nothing against Indian languages.  Emotions especially, I find it difficult to articulate in English for many a time I feel that the word is too light or too strong for what I wish to convey.  However, for survival we need to know to communicate in English.  With this focus in mind, I try to enforce it in class so that those who are disadvantaged can overcome it before they set foot on the threshold of placement.  In all this, what I find defeating is that the privileged (those with English education) don't walk their way in doing something for the larger good.  A little sensitivity, understanding and patience is all it needs to help their colleague's take a jump.  However, that is sometimes a major hurdle.  

So, I move, trying to work it out differently, hoping against hope and searching for a glimmer in that darkness.  I remember Srikanth, that boy who had it in him to try and did succeed and the class that stood with him.  He is the picture I remember when I feel like giving up.  I still hope against hope, for I have one success story and I know it can be replicated manifold.


You can be rich without being rich

This news affirms our faith in humanity, ethics and being rich - the right way.

http://www.ndtv.com/article/world/homeless-man-returns-diamond-ring-to-rightful-owner-335077?pfrom=home-otherstories

Monday, February 4, 2013

Snow in Andhra

I lived in Hyderabad for four years, and one of the things I remember very well was the extreme weather - while it is extremely hot in summer (40 degrees + ), it is very cold in winter (7 degrees).  I had a sun stroke and it took a toll on my health.

However, the news of snow falling in Ranga Reddy district is suprising.
http://www.rediff.com/news/slide-show/slide-show-1-bizzare-when-ap-villages-got-covered-in-foot-thick-ice/20130201.htm#4

It is bizzard especially for a place that is so hot.  Imagine foot thick snow in Andhra - I would have laughed at it and even did so now till I saw the news and the pictures.

Nature controls us - not the other way around.  

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Love in the Times of Cholera - my viewpoint

Falling sick gave me a chance to read this book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.  I had put off reading his '100 years of Solitude' which my husband had read and said it is a master piece and that 'that is a novel' which spans lifetimes.  So, I picked the book, one because it was by the famed author, second it was smaller and more because I thought I will be able to finish it by the time I recovered.

The book is set in a port near the Caribbean Sea and revolves around life and scenery of that time.  If there is one character that is central to the whole book, it is 'Cholera'.  Life revolves around its coming and going definitely.  The character of Fermina Daza, is one of a girl who grows/evolves from adolescence to womanhood, typical of women as nature endows them.  They learn and adapt as nature has endowed them(otherwise, how do women leave their past lives and embrace their husbands lives as their own).  Florentino Ariza is the person who is in love with Fermina throughout the novel, from the time he is young to when he is old.  It starts with childish love when they are young and continues till their old age, in different ways for each of them though where one tries to leave it out of her life and the other pursues it.  Given this main line, the author deftly portrays everyday life woven into their lives and he is extremely good at it.  The mundane everyday things that we do in our daily life is woven into the story so well, you fail to realize or recognize it straightaway.  It seems different and takes a little time to understand that his writing is what makes it sound magical.

The author has built the characters slowly, painstakingly over a period of time (here through their entire life).  He is able to show the difference in their behaviour and attitude as they age through his writing, which is difficult to convey.  In this, it looks like he has lived with his characters.   

Love - the word means different things to different people.  Love for some is being loyal in every way, whereas for some others it means pursuing it yet living their natural lives, whereas for others it is living it yet not living it.

Florentino has numerous affairs throughout his life, enjoys them with the person in the moment and once out of it realizes that his love for Fermina continues(as he says).  Sometimes, I feel getting into a relationship for him is like eating and going about his daily chores - for nowhere does he search for her when he is with one of the numerous women in his life and yet he remembers her.  I failed to understand if he is dispassionate, detached or just by nature unattached.  Sometimes, it looks like one and when you have made it the definite premise, then you find a totally different trait indicating maybe he is fluctuating.  Also, he remains attached to the women in his life remembering them, writing his life with them, visiting them and growing old with them.  He cries on the dead of America Vicuna out of love he says but maybe both guilt and love for that was a first experience, where a women decides to end her life for he moved away to another - other women in his life are not bothered by it.

Marquez writes about emotions of any normal human being so well, yet so subtly that you identify with it yet, you think it is different for the characters.  Like when Fermina and Urbino settle in their married life understanding each other's capacity and adjust or ignore the failures.  Finally, as life grows Marquez shows how people capable of handling major events in their younger days falter on a little step later in life (like when Fermina learns about Urbino's affair, indicating that age is catching up and it is time to go.

Finally Florentino does get the chance he has waited all his life but I wondered whether he found happiness or not.  First, the smell of old age, two of his seeing Fermina and third about his own capacity.  Yet, in the very end, he wants life on the boat (just the two of them and the caption and his friend) to continue.  I wondered whether he was finally happy with Fermina or was it that on a boat with a boundary, Fermina will not become one of his numerous affairs, or if he realized that imagination did not match reality and he resigned himself to life being what he got and that happiness lay in accepting it and not searching for the mirage.  This because he cried for America when he knew he will get Fermina.  He realizes he loved America - so how is it possible to move so swiftly to another or is he so dispassionate that his goal is what he will be happy with at any cost, or is he someone who can pass instances in life by just because they have passed.

The book is great, given the way it is written.  Weaving a story with the common things in life is I guess Gabriel Garcia Marquez's talent.  It is a simple story of life that you can find anywhere made different by the portrayal.  Also, the character grows and you grow along with the character identifying the nuances and changes in each person.  That is the brilliant part of the book.  He is able to help you capture the picture he sees and yet have your own perspective.

However, sometimes I wondered if the author is unable to nail whether to portray Florentino as right or wrong or to keep it abstract so that the reader can come to his own conclusion.  Sometimes, when he has started portraying him as untrue to his goal he flips and starts doing the opposite and sometimes he conveys how difficult it is to be one or the other.

I also wonder if reading the book through a fever was a good idea, given that the book has a central character of cholera.  Maybe, should read it again when I am healthier.