I’m back ! ………….. and an open secret

Hi, folks, back after a long pujo-break, all charged up !

 

And u know, there are certain things which happen only in West bengal. Ya, I am talking about the riz-priyanka-todi circus. Man, everyone knows everything, dat Ashok todi hired goondas to kill Rizwanur, got his body planted on railway track in a very novice manner, and now silencing the persons who can cause trouble for him. Even what the CBI is doing sometimes seems influenced. So now everyone guessed ( and i can tell with 120% surety dat rightly) the actual fact. And even the red-colored gov in wb seems involved ( they are the biggest bullies in da state, involved in all heinous crimes, and oppressing continuously). The fact is, as this is a case involving minority sentiments, it is being made to dag along for so long, otherwise it had been buried under umpteen files by now.

 

Sometimes it feels so angry yet handicapped. I know many are feeling so at da moment, but very less have da guts to speak out about it, including that train-driver who changed his statement, saying he hit a body, instead of he dint see anything, as he said earlier, including dat pappu man, famil frnd of rizwanurs, who took money from todi but now refuses to concede it. And nothing to say about da todis, as they bave built their whole empire on deceits and crimes and betrayals like this. This class of da society never has a hint of humane conscience.

 

Please pray for the justice.

 

( Fr muggles, this is a story set in kolkata, of a muslim ‘ garib ‘ boy, Rizwanur, nd a girl, priyanka, daughter of a titanic industrialist, Ashok Todi, owner of lux industries. They married against the girl’s family’s wish, nd after some days, the boy is found dead on a rail-track, face up, but back of head totally smashed, and gashes in throat nd left cheek, and virtually injuryless otherwise. Every person who saw his body is skeptical ’bout da suicide story dat has been formulated, nd da battle is going on, currently a CBI team investigating. )

Above average……..

I MIGHT NOT BE GOOD LOOKING BUT I AM DEFINITELY ABOVE AVERAGE ……….
Yeah, right you are, Amitabha Bagchi. This book has a pretty touching comment in this line of thought, ” Accustomed all our lives to being lauded as exceptional, we were all scared that the true measure of ourselves, our unremarkable selves, would emerge one day. ……. My fear of being unexceptional was inextricably linked to a deep desire to be accepted as ordinary. The averageness that I was ashamed of showing became my most intimate friend. I started thinking that those people who were in touch with their inner ordinariness even while they went about the business of self-aggrandizement, which was the business of survival itself, were fundamentally okay. Those people were, somehow, more likely to survive the the trials life was to bring. “
The author, AB, tells da story of a delhi-walla bengali boy, of his home, his own locality mayur vihar, of the IIT-delhi where he graduates with comp-sc, and a little of US where he goes for PhD. The center of gravity is in da IIT, of course. And more specially, this book is about da subtle chemistry dat flows among friends, especially in the college-hostel life. Probably dat is why I can connect with da characters.
Well, well, u also get a true feeling of the typical dilli-waale lingo, overflowing with expletives, and the special phrases used only by iit-insiders, like ‘palo’-ing, meaning lolling around in free time, and the (seemingly) very very unlikely antics of the iit boys. This book is about feelings, and da little realizations they sometimes bring to us. The author has been honest to his readers throughout, and this slightly largish collection of many a short nuggets of stories.

An Inconvenient Truth

This name, I guess, is already is in the limelight.

 

Al gore and Rajendra Pachauri and his IPCC of course deserve kudos for their efforts amid all the hostilities, especially from big bros like George Bush. This ‘ global warming’ thing is obviosly an important issue, and we must have the guts to concede the possible consequences.

 

Now, about the main doc film, with the title name. Saw it before all these nobel-etc things began. And yeah, it was enlightening. Was very very astonished to see the perfect fluctuatingly increasing time-series of air CO2 level. But, in some places, the film seemed to be just an election campaign for al gore. Sometimes so much that even the demonstrator had to give a word after da show dat it was NOT so ! This is a minus point of the film or documentary, whatevr u call it. It could have been made in a more neutral ( wont say unbiased, that’ll be rude) way.

Hail pujo……. a cauldron-ful joy !

In every bengali brain, subconsciously, the year is divided into two halves, one with all the pujas packed in, and the other, pujo-less, miserable, dragging unendingly. The first half has just ended with biswakarma pujo in sept, and the big brother, Durga pujo is just moments away ( c’mon, days r passing by like moments now ! ). Ohhh, Just cant wait. Anyway, pujo never went that good 4 me in recent past. Hope it does this time.

The whole B1 batch of ours ( only 10 blokes )  have decided to bunk mond’ nd tuesd’s classes…….we r going to have holidays from wednesday, officially. But……..why dont they understand ?  All want to sink into the pujo-mood from a bit earlier, that’s the HARD REALITY, mind you !

Treats :-)

Well, this is extreme, I am blown away. Seniors giving ‘treats’ to juniors, and today was the big treat dinner night for us B1’s, loving ‘bachche’ brothers of all ISI-ans at this moment ! We got some small treats in last 4 mnths, individually, ‘discretely’ (in ‘mathematical’ lingo ), but toady was the big main ‘treats’ night. We were told to unmark our dinners in da hostel mess and then escorted to a restaurant by 2nd yr ‘dada’-s and then fed ‘phansir khaowa’ ( fed like just after we r gonna hanged ) ! Of course they maintained the ethical thing by letting us b restricted within a budget and order our own dishes (:-)). This is da tradition of ISI, yay, ………..cheers !

Ripples

Thank god, missed my second whole night-out by a whisker. The ISI boys’ hostel seems overloaded with masti now, unlike what I speculated ( a place full of half-crazy future mathematicians ). Really surprised to see so much participation in the musical fest ‘Ripples’ (all among ourselves, another speciality of ISI), and it continued from nine to three in morning ! Couldn’t tolerate it, unlike the dumb-c competition, a wk b4 da midsem, when bravely stayed wide awake till the very end, 5 in morn. And today in da class, all bleary-eyed in the class of our ’snape’ PSSNVP Rao ( a mouthful of initials ), in my least favorite subject, linear algebra.

Down memory lane…….

Surrounded by blooming mathematicians has its own advantage and disadvantage. The advantage is obvios, and the disadvantage is you tend to forget about your other faculties and be obsessed by the freaky epsilons and deltas. And the first yr is the toughest as in 2nd yr optional bio can be taken.

Anyway, amid all this, a trip to the human genetics unit of our institute (thanx to sau daa, our stat teacher) came as a welcome relief. We were supposed to be given just brief overviews but on my whimpering, they obliged. The research scholars, who take their stat lessons with us (!) and fumble very often, were in their elements when they got the chance. We were shown gel electrophoresis, DNA sequencer (which they told is a finer sort of gel-runner ) and shown radiograms of gel-plates.

The micropipettes and etc. instruments in the accesory trays in the lab suddenly reminded of my one and only elaborate lab experience, in the good old days of june (see ‘Mumbai, the OCSC experience !’)

What’s going on ?

Sometimes it feels so weird to be free of the rat-race of last two years. The continuous (apparent)  concentration and ‘go-go do-do’ is now replaced by occasional spurts of emergency-like rush, to complete assignments, projects or do homeworks or in exam-times. Glad that the idea of a ‘routinely study’ is to some extent invalid, now after classes one day find myself reading HP 7 ebook, and the very next day, which is also a weekend, am up till 1:30 in morn, doing recursive C programs for finding logarithms and genotypes.

Well, but I mustn’t complain of these seemingly disorderly things. This IS better.

How fast life changes, isn’t it ?