I must declare again : LOST is THE greatest television series of all times, Literally. It has captures the wildest imaginations of geeks around the world.
Last two episodes were torturing , especially due to too much of emotional drama and with its ever so ambiguous time travel theory. The last episode ended with Sayeed killing ben in his childhood. This raises lots of question on the laws of fate and time travel, if there is any such thing to which LOST adheres. I have copy-pasted a related chat-conversation with Nestor.
I invite LOST FANS to comment on this post.
Dushyant says :hoe het met je
Néstor says ):hey man
hoe GAAT met mij? alles goed
Dushyant says :hoe gaat, ya
Dushyant says:wat did u do yest
Néstor says :working, reading, ...watched lost
Dushyant says :good boy,did u like the lost episodes
Néstor says :so so, but finally we will know what happens when someone is killed in the past whether that reflects forth in the future
Dushyant says :wat,u mean ben
Néstor says :ben's been killed as a boy
Dushyant says :and ?
Néstor says :well, ok, might have survived
Dushyant says :tats wat i think'
Néstor says:but if he hasn't, will it be noticed in the future? that's the paradox of travel time
Néstor says:time travel
Dushyant says:i thinks thats wer fate comes in,u will not be killed unless fate wants to ,so no matter wat Sayeed tries to do he w ill never kill ben
Néstor says:then am pretty sure they will show the adult ben witout shirt with the scar,but I like your thesis
Dushyant says :i have another theoray
adult ben is trying to go back in past wen small ben already existed, so fate kills small ben (temporarily or permanently) to balance the mass of souls ( or some other conservation law )
You have just sent a nudge.
Néstor says : i see
makes sense, but that still doesn't explain why is adult ben alive unless he's ethernal, if he really gets killed as a boy
Dushyant says :a temporary death
Néstor says :and how does that happen, through resurrection? in order to get older, he's got to resurrect
Dushyant says :Kindofff !!
Néstor says :no way
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Friday, 27 March 2009
Mission Impossible
The trick to get work done is to get started. No task is as difficult as the brain makes it.
On Monday, my doctor told me I am fine, but I ll have to undergo a major surgery in Leiden to end the oozing saga. I had no excuse to stay home . Time to pick up the thesis work from where I left it a month back. But the unfinished delayed work on thesis seemed like peak of mount-everest.
On Tuesday, I somehow overcame the fear and went to my work-station at Aerodynamics Lab. No one noticed the band-aid on my left ear. Even if they did no one showed on their face. So far so good.
As I assessed my work load its enormity of work sent a cold chill down my spine. How the hell am I going to finish my work on time.
Fight or flight ?
I decided to stay and fight.
And all of a sudden a miracle happened. I found the stupid bug in my code.
I ran my simulations, produced some nice graphs and wrote a one page report.
Suddenly, the work did not look so much of a burden after all.
Next three days, I have been working like a dog: I read a lot of literature, produced few more graphs and plots, made appointments with Phd students and played Table Tennis with colleagues at lab (yes, we have TT table in our lab !!).
Its amazing what all you can accomplish by just getting started.
On Monday, my doctor told me I am fine, but I ll have to undergo a major surgery in Leiden to end the oozing saga. I had no excuse to stay home . Time to pick up the thesis work from where I left it a month back. But the unfinished delayed work on thesis seemed like peak of mount-everest.
On Tuesday, I somehow overcame the fear and went to my work-station at Aerodynamics Lab. No one noticed the band-aid on my left ear. Even if they did no one showed on their face. So far so good.
As I assessed my work load its enormity of work sent a cold chill down my spine. How the hell am I going to finish my work on time.
Fight or flight ?
I decided to stay and fight.
And all of a sudden a miracle happened. I found the stupid bug in my code.
I ran my simulations, produced some nice graphs and wrote a one page report.
Suddenly, the work did not look so much of a burden after all.
Next three days, I have been working like a dog: I read a lot of literature, produced few more graphs and plots, made appointments with Phd students and played Table Tennis with colleagues at lab (yes, we have TT table in our lab !!).
Its amazing what all you can accomplish by just getting started.
Friday, 13 March 2009
Vande Maa Taram
Today, I was surfing youtube, listening to the melodious songs broadcasted on Doordarshan, during the times when we were kids. When Doordarshan was the only channel available on television.
These Videos were broadcasted millions of times during comercial breaks, and they enthralled me every time I watched them. I believe these videos have done a good job in promoting the spirit of "Unity in Diversity" in Indian children (and adults too).
I was searching for more patiotic videos when I found this awesome composition by A.R. Reheman.
Hearing the above composition I felt the urgent urge to listen to our national song, Vande Mataram in its original form.
Surprisingly, I could not find a single file on youtube which could sate my thirst.
In the end I found the audio version of vande mataram in good old wikipedia.
I end this blog with tribute to Shree Bankimchandra Chattopadhya for his beautiful and inspiring contribution
वन्दे मातरम्
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
शस्यश्यामलां मातरम् |
शुभ्र ज्योत्स्ना पुलकित यामिनीम्
फुल्ल कुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्,
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम्
सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ||
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
शस्यश्यामलां मातरम् |
शुभ्र ज्योत्स्ना पुलकित यामिनीम्
फुल्ल कुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्,
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम्
सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ||
Thursday, 12 March 2009
My tryst with Dutch Hospital(ity)
Last week could have been The Most horrible week of my life.
Monday :
I observed a swelling near my ear . Dissmissed it. Worrying makes ailment worse, says my father, just ignore it and it will go away.
Tuesday:
The swelling has increased. I should'nt worry.
Wednessday:
I had sleepless night, the pain on the bulge near my ear was killing me. Now am really worried.
Thursday:
I called my Doctor, told his secretary its an emergency, she told me to come in 24X 60X60 seconds. Gosh ! Why so urgent ? Let me propose a date in next century.
Friday:
I woke up with a swollen face , the swelling had spread and made me look like an ogre.
Cycled to north most corner of Delft to reach the clinic. There I had to first fill up a form with same info already available from my Resident's Permit. Welcome to Dutch Bureaucracy!
And then I had to wait. Each second of pain and suffering seemend eternity.
After only 30x60 seconds (read pain) the doctor called my name. After 15X 60 second of deliberation he told me that he cannot treat me. Great!! If I live through this suffering I will admire your honesty, but what now? Go to Hospital Reiner De Graaf in the south of Delft.
Yippie, another cycle trip.
Hospital Reiner De Graaf :
I reach Reiner De Graaf fifteen mintute ride away. Thankfully Prem and Nestor joined me in this trip.
We went to emergency section where I got yet another form to fill and a waiting room.
After a long wait (I did not mind this time since I had company to distract me from the pain) the doctor came and took me to his chamber. He was young and looked nervous . Then without warning he touched my swelling and I shrieked with pain. I could not tell who was more scared: me or him. He said he cannot treat me. Yeah, tell me something new.
He ran out, and brought another doctor with him. This one looked experienced and examined my swelling confidently, ran his fingers gently on my ear without hurting me while explaining his colleague about his opinion on the treatment. I was getting to like this the doctor untill he spoke the golden words: I cannot treat you. Please go to the other building to see the Head Surgeon. Atleast he made me laugh inspite of the pain.
So, we embarked on our third journey to the other building five minutes walk away.
And waited till eternity in the waiting room.
Finally, the head surgeon met me and I was diagnosed of the most disgusting disease on this planet. No, it was'nt Leprosy.
The surgeon made incission in the swelling , and whatever came oozing out of it, turned the surinami nurse green but relieved me of my pain. Doctor patched my wound and dismissed me immediately, recommending rest and no stress. Well, the only thing that was stressing me out was shuffling between docters in the hospital.
Nestor was quite dissapointed, he was expecting a more dramatic operation scenario. He also preffered that I be admitted in the hospital wards so he could visit me and the surinami nurse more often.
I still don't know the name of this disease. I think they are gonna name it after me.
Friday (contd..)
The day is not over yet. I slept throught out the afternoon, woke up in evening....
Door bell: Nestor and Max came to visit. They brought fruits and chocolates. Nestor still looked dissapointed. Max was cool, my swolen face did not scare him.
Door bell : Its Shiva, of all days he decides to to visit us when am bloated like boiled potato.
Door bell: Oh no! Its Rajeev, he looks at me, first with disbelief and then with hearty laughter. I am furious but then I CDNY.
Door bell: Joe and Raghu, Thats just great ! Why don't I put my face on the national newspapre. But first I have to give Joe and Raghu scoop of my story.
Door bell: Christian and Sandeep , the story is gonna reach the masses before its reaches the Newspaper.
Lest the bell rings again I hit the bed.
Monday, 2 March 2009
Lot Messaging Service
When I arrived Bangalore for my BE in 2002, I was amazed to see that every student had a cell phone in his/her possession. Telecommunication was booming in India. And Bangalore was the centre of Telecom Industry . The cellular services were competing with each other armed with attractive 'student' offers to lure the growing market segment, namely college students. These offers invariably included unlimited free SMS's.
Soon, I got my Nokia 1100 and overuse, misuse, abuse of this revolutionaly technology called Short Message Service followed.
1. Where are you ?
It was most common SMS text ever circulated in Ramaiah's campus. (and am sure in every other college in Bangalore).
Lost in a crowed? SMS where are you to 'send all friends in group' to get real time location of your pals.
Boredf? Send a wer r u to your mobile chat friend to start a sms conversation.
Waiting for unpunctual friend too long : sms w u .
The utility of this text became so apparent that soon this phrase was replaced by a single letter w.
I was once riding my bike (ok, borrowed bike) already late for a birthday party. My cellphone in my pocket began to ring. I took out the cell phone at red signal only to find that there were no missed calls, but 20 sms from friends with same text: W
2. Okay !
Okay (and in due course just K) was the most popular SMS reply to every possible SMS. Here's an example of its overuse
Dinesh: W
Dushyant: Room
Dinesh: K
Dushyant: K
Dinesh: Don't Ok fr K
Dushyant: K
Dinesh: u r as ol
Dushyant: K
3. cm40
This SMS has its root in Student's home. It was first coined by Tushar Pandit. The original SMS text used to read 'Come for Tea' which circulated in hostel during the tea-time in Hostel-Canteen in evening. After Tushar's brilliant coding, cm40 became the trend.
Some more SMS's which were quite popular among hostelites
4. sagar ? : want to go to Sagar Bakery for snacks
gt ? : want to have Ginger Tea (at Sagar ofcourse !! )
down ? : Wanno go Down for snacks
( Down was a down hill road which led to another bakery)
5. Q3-a ? (typical sms during tests)
6. Call me , no currency
7. movie 2nite , arrange bike
8. Proxy plz
9. Dude, am standing next to you
10. last sms ws nt fr u
Soon, I got my Nokia 1100 and overuse, misuse, abuse of this revolutionaly technology called Short Message Service followed.
1. Where are you ?
It was most common SMS text ever circulated in Ramaiah's campus. (and am sure in every other college in Bangalore).
Lost in a crowed? SMS where are you to 'send all friends in group' to get real time location of your pals.
Boredf? Send a wer r u to your mobile chat friend to start a sms conversation.
Waiting for unpunctual friend too long : sms w u .
The utility of this text became so apparent that soon this phrase was replaced by a single letter w.
I was once riding my bike (ok, borrowed bike) already late for a birthday party. My cellphone in my pocket began to ring. I took out the cell phone at red signal only to find that there were no missed calls, but 20 sms from friends with same text: W
2. Okay !
Okay (and in due course just K) was the most popular SMS reply to every possible SMS. Here's an example of its overuse
Dinesh: W
Dushyant: Room
Dinesh: K
Dushyant: K
Dinesh: Don't Ok fr K
Dushyant: K
Dinesh: u r as ol
Dushyant: K
3. cm40
This SMS has its root in Student's home. It was first coined by Tushar Pandit. The original SMS text used to read 'Come for Tea' which circulated in hostel during the tea-time in Hostel-Canteen in evening. After Tushar's brilliant coding, cm40 became the trend.
Some more SMS's which were quite popular among hostelites
4. sagar ? : want to go to Sagar Bakery for snacks
gt ? : want to have Ginger Tea (at Sagar ofcourse !! )
down ? : Wanno go Down for snacks
( Down was a down hill road which led to another bakery)
5. Q3-a ? (typical sms during tests)
6. Call me , no currency
7. movie 2nite , arrange bike
8. Proxy plz
9. Dude, am standing next to you
10. last sms ws nt fr u
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