Higgs boson and the pakkathu veetu patti…

Physics(The Subject) in many ways is an attractive woman, it lures you in with its amazing features such as the hopes for answer to the universe and everything else. Makes you think it is all that you want to understand and in every turn eludes you. The great Oasis in the desert of time that most physicists long to see in their short lifeterm(what arrogance) is the Higgs boson. This particle turns out a mirage every time great men think and boast they’ve found it, just like Love does to every man in search for it.

A few months ago when it hit the headlines again a neighbourhood guy, a science enthusiast I presume, went running to his friends to share the happy news about Higgs boson particle being unveiled in the CERN particle accelerator facility. In his way he shared his enthusiasm to his patti(grand ma); about the impact it will have on all the mysteries of the universe. Finally how Albert Einstein could stop wandering as a ghost and RIP. To which the Patti took a very firm stand in her belief and responded with a “silly kid, world was created in the Dance of Lord Shiva” (a Vague but almost close translation of the tamil statement), what is ironic about all this is, the ultra modern State-of-the-art CERN lab has on its porch The statue of Lord Shiva unfolding the Universe in his Dance of fury (from the Hindu mythology); the respect shown by the CERN labs is in absolute contrast to the Guy staring down at the old patti in mock disbelief.

What I want to point out here is the Patti’s belief in Myth is as good as the  Grandson’s  Faith in science. No answer is too simple to be pushed away, science is as much of assumptions as myths are of imagination, I am a self declared atheist yet in tight situations and close calls  I turn to the higher power, we all do, too proud to announce it though. May be one way of showing the power some respect is by accepting that a power may exist, even by stressing the “may” with Caps and Italics(like “MAY”, or “MAY”) it still is showing respect , when theists go to temples and churches, and show their devotion an Atheist declares his respect to the Gods with Caps lock and Italics(Time for some fireworks ).

In many ways those who believe in the Gods and higher power have more resolve than the Boson lovers, for the guy was sad for a week when it was proved the particle might not be Higgs Boson afterall but the Patti after all her long years and wilting appetite was gearing up for the Navarathiri celebrations and doll selections in homage to the Higgs Boson of her World.


 

conpusions of India (literally :P)

We as the world’s biggest democracy has seen so many elections and so many leaders, our economy has reached new peaks, and we do claim to be the oldest of the civilizations that stands in par with The Egyptians and Sumerians, when the Europeans were hunting for their food, we were building ships and trading with the east, with such history one would expect us to be in the top of the food chain, The Big brother status of USA should only do us less credit, let us put such deserving thoughts aside for a while; I happened to witness the Presidential debate of the USA for the first time(Of course in TV) and was left in astonishment by the decency displayed by both the candidates and was even more baffled the next day to see the American news papers lashing out at them for certain remarks made and at the Moderator especially for not controlling the debate very well.

 The Reason why me in the first place presumed the debate as decent was because of my expectation of witnessing hair pulling and chair throwing which are the unique identities of an Indian Parliament session; A day without which any chosen public representative of Indian legislature will consider it his day off, A wasted day. Now let me come to the first point of the post, considering our long history as a society are we not supposed to love our fellow beings a little more? If given a chance should we not try and make the lives of our fellow beings a little better? We boast an economy growing faster than the Americans isn't it about time that no Indian sleeps with out his day’s bread, Isn't it about  time that each Indian writes and reads his own post card to his family(I happened to help an illiterate guy to write a letter at a post office, Didn't make me happy at all) and decide on his own, his vote.

Now again to the Presidential debate of the USA; When I saw Romney and Obama argue I saw two fellow Americans competing to help their country men, They both believe that the other guy cant do as well as himself, at least that is the posture they must maintain in order to win and to continue office,  How hopeless it is to hope for at least a posture, a gesture of doing good from the Indian politicians, I'm not scaling up to the levels of president or Prime minister(in the case of India), No, Not yet. can you question your Municipal Councillor ?? can a Indian point finger at his Municipal Councillor, no  and Yet we call it a free nation.

P.S: After all Indians get arrested for drawing cartoons

Any bloke will find this post discontinuous, erratic but i had to vent out my frustration and I did, so if you are searching for something good to read i’d suggest not to try this one, well this warning probably should appear in the beginning but it isn't which only means I really don't care,

Bazingggggaaaaaa :)  punks :P

This too shall pass.......

The talk of the country right now is our defeat in the hands of England and Australia in cricket, So much patriotism, so much frustration, The defeat indeed is seen as a blow to the Indian pride, Well, I dont think I can speak against the collective mindset of a Billion strong Indian population but I still can write something in my unnoticed blog and hope no one reads it and if someone read, I then will hope they will overlook an individual’s arrogance as pointless as anna hazare’s fasting by weighing it against the stereotyped society.

It doesn’t frustrate us that Pakistan has a big chunk of our country occupied, that the Lankans shoot our fishermen like they do away with rabid dogs or the demand of Chinese that arunachal pradesh is theirs only based on the fact that their noses are similar :P, yeahh righttt, if we let them have arunachal pradesh they’ll then ask for patent on all the hutch dogs, claiming their origin should be in china considering their height, after all hutch dogs are the second best thing Indians like, falling behind only by a thread against the Zoo zoo dolls

But we are busy, pelting stones on cricket players’ homes, Curse them over our dinner tables for losing matches and at other times when they dont lose much, we read the statistics and claim we are the best team in test, 20-20, best team in reaching the stadium first, fair play award for not stealing lolly pop from a stranded child and do further more research for awards. At this point I get a doubt,” what is the difference between us and the MGR university that gave doctorate to our “Ilaya thalapathi” Vijay”, NONE is the answer and that seals our fate, we have no future whatsoever.

After Anna Hazare, and the cricket catastrophes and the Government’s indifference to both, came the movie “Nanban”; another week of stupid Facebook status msgs from Vijay fans I will have to put up with, can’t really complain on that, at least it serves for the purpose of Facebook; I tell to myself, “this too shall pass”

”Miseries that come my way are blown away but only by something even worse”

All we need to forget what’s going on right now is another storm in Orissa or an actress’ marriage, an Honest Indian would say he’d rather prefer the former :P. We can’t really blame them can we? As “V” puts it effectively, “If you want to know who is guilty, you need only to look in to a mirror”

P.S: I am no different than any other below average Indian mind, which I am. I start writing something and wander around to something else, But that cannot be helped, I write rarely and I ought to cover everything, bear with me.

Wind chime gardens.......

Memories haunt and we dodge, life goes on, when walked long enough and once we turn around and search for the faces and moments, we find none; thats when the search for the lost memories start and they take it upon themselves to be as elusive as ourselves, for they are mere signatures of our lost past.

One might argue, to look back on memories is a pointless craving of an obsessed mind that can neither let go nor can move back since the commitments of the present are too valuable to lose, and I shall not counter argue;) the best thing about memories is they are chained with one other and a lone sit on your porch or a sip of a coffee on a ruined evening could trigger the reaction and worst thing about memories, the same.

The fall of the first domino, the fall of the last but I might stick with the wind chimes, too many metaphors are too hard to handle. Walking through a garden of wind chimes is a head ache, only the melancholy it triggers goes so deep, unravels hidden desires, forgotten pleasures of childhood, one will only find it too hard to resist. As the bitterness of coffee is an addiction , memories too are of the same kind, as bitter they are, as much our heart treasures it.

I envy people who have the ability not to look at their past or remember anything related and be able to stay away from the whirlpool of memories as if its their second nature, I wish I could at the least pretend the way they are, only to protect my eroded pride but find it a herculean task and sometimes almost happy not to have mastered the art, for the 'Hi's and 'Bye's still fills my heart and even if eons have passed I could never forgive myself if I've forgotten a friend's face or the way he was.

People are prejudiced about their memories just as they are about people around, drawing lines on bad ones and good ones, in the end indifference is the key to greatness, to inner peace, you are made up of the bad ones as much as you are made of the good ones, a honest man might disclose it is only an excuse for our inability to dislodge the bad ones, memories and people alike.

All I can tell is, to your memories, be like a God; do not answer them, do not obsess with them and do not let them go,If it makes any sense are not, that I cannot comment.





P.S: My jurisdiction is limited to writing, not to make sense or to whatever everyone else do.