29 June 2005

How To Treat Gods

My machine was hotdogged yesterday. This means that someone has tampered with the settings of the computer. But thankfully for me, there was only an anonymous 'menacing' message in notepad that read



It did not take me very long to find out who the author of such give-away lines was. So I pinged him just to quickly check how to treat a god.

gitanjaliv: Had a question for you ..
keviv12 : bolo
gitanjaliv : How does one treat a god ?
stand him on a stone and lock the door ?
keviv12 : Nahin...to use tamil...give him abhiskham.... First water
gitanjaliv : oh yeah ..I love that ! Stand him up and pour cold water on his head
keviv12 : Then milk....preferably diluted
gitanjaliv : yoohoo !!
keviv12 : And possibly honey.....somewhere near an anthill
gitanjaliv : Sapto is not exactly pleased ...
keviv12 : Thats how we treat gods....
in temples....is it not ???
gitanjaliv: Cool. Now that things are clear.
gitanjaliv: Yes yes, I wholly agree.
keviv12 : I dont know about what you do at home....
gitanjaliv : Stand him on a stone and lock the door.
keviv12 : But i bow and pray in front of god everyday and light lamps and incense sticks....and sing songs in his/her praise....You might have to compose one for Sapto god....
gitanjaliv: Ah I can sing for Sapto ..that is easy.
keviv12 : Easy for you...what about him??

But he usually squirms when I sing
keviv12 : see what i mean?!!
gitanjaliv :ya !
keviv12 : over??
gitanjaliv: Yes yes.

22 June 2005

Mathematics and some progress

Came across a view that Mathematics is totally aesthetic. Beauty in numbers. True. Symmetry, patterns and relationships is what I can think of to elaborate on. As I kept reading, I came across various reminders that many of the mathematical concepts that are attributed to the Western scientists were actually commonly known to several Indian Mathematicians. While our text books read that Indians gave the numerical world the concept of zero and the decimal system, it is not a well known fact that concepts like the Fibonacci numbers, Pascal's Triangle, the value of Pi; why even Trigonometry, Algebra and Calculus had actually originated in India.

This is what I managed to remember,
  • Aryabhata calculated the value for Pi and gave the world the Zero!
  • Bhaskara wrote his mathematical work the Lilavati on Differential Calculus five centuries before Newton and Leibitz (Remember there was a long bitterness between these two over the invention of calculus) . It was written for his daughter and he named it after her. His book Bijaganita was on algebra. He also developed a proof on the Pythagoreas theorem
  • Madhava was a Kerala mathematician who also made significant contribution to mathematical analysis or was it Calculus ?
  • Panini - a grammarian whose rules of grammar relating transformation and recursion are now the basis of computing and programming
  • Pingala, Panini's brother is another mathematician who outlined the ideas behind a numeral system and what we now know to be the Pascal's triangle and Fibonacci sequences.
Curious to know why India had been ignored and denied its due credit, I read on. And I found a site (created by scientists from all over the world) that explained reasons why the the whole mission of the West/Europe to colonize would be defeated if they admitted that India was far ahead even in the centuries B.C. although they found it very difficult to ignore it. Read in more detail here

Mojo's reply to my Poem Part-1

avishek mojo:
Have you seen Gitanjali?
QA to the core totally.
Finds nice CR's everyday
But I cant reproduce them try what I may.
So she dresses in red
Missing only the horns on her head
On finding a CR is very khush
All other times says "Tush tush."

Read my original Poem here

14 June 2005

Complaint Letter

Dear Gitanjali,
I agree with you that the standups are so full of uninteresting and irrelevant information. I'd rather everyone sit dowm comfortably and pour out their problems. Sigh. Escapes my understanding what it is in this imbecile recitation of count of bugs found or test cases executed. Ah, and before I forget, there is always a Mister or Ms KnowAll who suffers from extreme desparation to parade their knowledge or experience ahead of others. The urge to express is so strong that any slight interest of another person is immediately extinguished. Don't let that bother you. I know finding bugs is not the most valuable thing to you. Nor how to facilitate a Analysts' brainstorming session. Please put that out of your head and focus attention to the more important things in life.

08 June 2005


I noticed that today's edition of the Hindu has the supplement with one puzzle of sudoku published.

Fair ?

My slipper snapped this morning. So I stopped by a mochi to get it repaired. He looked at it, looked up at me and said ''Mooru rupai AguttE. ParavAgilvA?" (That would be three rupees, is that alright?)

Why when people don't shy of quoting monstrous prices for their services, here is this small cobbler with his tin shop in a street corner, who hesitates to even ask for such a small amount as three rupees for a few stitches that would save me a whole five hundred or more. I complained to the God that the imbalance in the world is too much. I get to sit in an airconditioned office while there are some people who wade into the stinking city-drain kneedeep, with no protective layer, to build a flyover for public convenience.

07 June 2005

RKP concert in Gayana Samaj

I had attended on Sunday the title bestowing ceremony and concert of R.K. Padmanabha. While I have very little to say as to the quality of the concert, there was plenty of excitement, build up and humour that preceded it.

I woke up quite early and reluctantly on Sunday morning to reach Basavanagudi from my homely home in Indiranagar. What I like about mornings is my elaborate coffee and crossword ceremony which I had to forego on account of an acute and whelming desire to listen to a live concert. I got there well on time given that the opportunity cost of listening to all those lengthy adoring speeches in Kannada was a seat. The first item was two vaadyars reciting some mantrams. I assumed that it was the prayer. That finished and the audience burst into applause. Hmm.

Next the compere of the proceedings announced that the shishyas of RKP were to sing prayers. And a procession of students went past the folks on the dais. They sang really well. Thought it was a Vadiraja guru special set of shlokams. Neat singing of Sri Kamalambike one Vadiraja Kriti in Bahudari. I was impressed thinking that if his students were singing so well, then he would be definitely good. Sreesh had also told me that judging by his initials, he might be good to listen to. Thus encouraged I endured the speeches in flowing Kannada.

Let me describe the stage to you. On the screen behind, there was a large poster in blue with something written in Kannada, presumably the event details and date. There was a Shiva with one hand raised and slightly titled with white foggy light coming out of it. There was also a lingam like thing on the other side which also emitted a smiliar kind of fuzzy light, These two lights converged at the centre where there was a picture of a beaming RKP. Huh ! Now RKP himself was sitting on stage, on a throne-ish seat, quite smugly. Beside him were his wife, RK Srikantan and one person called Mattoor Krishnamurty. The two were frequently referred to as Nadarishi and Vedarishi. Various speakers who spoke into mike insisted that Rudrapatanam (where RKP belongs to) is the Karnataka Tirivaiyyar and that RK Srikantan was Abhinava Tyagaraja and Mattoor was Abhinava Vyasa and RKP was Abhinava Vishnu. Very odd similes, I thought. To echo my thoughts, the enthroned One and the other seated Ones vehemently gesticulated to deny those appellations. Then they all insisted that RKP embodied every quality mentioned in the dictionary.

Now the moment of glory when RKP was finally conferred. It was a ginormous framed certifficate (?) of some sort.in red and gold. Yes, so they all posed and posed for the clicking cameras and videocameras and smiled and posed. Then in that moment of glory, Mister RK Padmanabha, with the enthusiasm of Venus Williams after Wimbledon, lifted his framed gold certificate high up with both arms and displayed it to the audience who clapped away anway. Meanwhile I was appalled. He then placed it and then stepped to receive a tiny Ganesha statue. My appalled state was not yet over, when he lifted up the Vinayaka in a similar manner high up with both arms. And the audience clapped away.My eyebrows went up and down. And I sighed a couple of times.

What happened at the concert is an insignificant manner. He sang a Vadiraja Varnam in Poorvi Kalyani I think. Then a faster version of Siddhi vinayakam. People cheered and clapped when he sang the upper Ri some seventeen times. Then a fast version of Nama kusuma mula. No swarams. No aalapanai. Then he started a decent aalapanai of Kharaharapriya. And he went on and on for twenty minutes. Then Mysore Nagaraj, I am not too fond of him, played and bowed and all that. Then RKP started. A Tanam in fourth gear. At that point I gave up, took my bag and decided to step out. The good thing is that they served a fairly elaborate lunch. So I was relieved that I didn't have to go back home and then cook. That was what I liked about his concert. Oh and by the way, in his defense I must say that RKP has a great voice. May be he just got a bit carried away with all that garlanding and photographing and that praise must have got into his head.