Thursday, December 14, 2006

Closing Address

To be entrusted with the delivery of the closing address for a symposium like this one is not really an easy task. The person volunteering to do this could not be in his right mind, if he had witnessed the preparations and the vivid description of the same in the inaugural address. Fortunately, while I was beginning to think of the enormous responsibility and considering that I had probably been rather rash to accept it, realized that the first day ended as a BLUE (Boring Listless Uncharacteristically smooth Event).

The reason for the turnaround still remains to be examined, though may be attributed to the words of apprehension at the inaugural address, which initiated a markovian chain reaction leaving those involved, scrambling for the six sigma boundaries, to minimize outliers. Our symbiotic partner in the college, the mathematical counterpart, provided the much needed crowd for our fledgling event. Flanked activities, like sudoku (what?) and crossword witnessed far greater attendance than for which, it was really meant. Even though there was no lack of stutter in the speeches, the random walk was rather well controlled by the absorbing boundaries, of the editors. Punctuality of the invitees ironically, lead to random flutters, as their arrivals were normally estimated with huge biases.

Regular snacks were offered, including ‘samosa’, sandwich, tea and ‘gulab jamun’. During the course of the event, the presence of a ‘samosa’ eating monster was proven at 99% significance with the ‘S’ test statistic at 135 and 205 for the two days respectively. I must though mention the fact, that the ‘samosa’ was rather fresh and tasty, while the sandwich was its exact antithesis.

I thereby end by congratulating all those involved, who have been able to pull up a miraculous escape from being chagrined. I must preen the hardworking members who have been able to control, a highly uncorrelated group of stochastic events, which have undoubtedly left a mark, advertising the presence of our highly insignificant department.

God Bless You All!!

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Inaugural Address

PLEASE DON’T MIND!!

Dear dumbfounded duds, on this momentous occasion, I present before you set of pathetic, unplanned and near random events which in no way are related to the stupid seminar. This tragedy of emotional desperation began with a cat fight among well respected people of high standing. Egoistic clashes and fight for supreme power led to bickering and other childish audacities which nearly put the preparations out of track (not sure whether we are still on it?).

Defecting sponsors and invitees have been common place over the past week with embarrassing regularity. The polarization of the society into a few centers of power, followed up with the usual eclectic mix politics, has been of rather interest to the onlookers. The sedate posters embellish all unimportant corners of the university to minimize chances of damage to those few intellectuals who have been held captive by rising cutoffs. Banners with umpteen mistakes decorate the filthy auditorium within which the two day extravaganza of street fights brawls and a pandemonium of mindless hoodlums is about to take place.

I hope that at least a few of you will live through, to tell the story, which I am sure is going to be a spicy mix of tragedy, suspense and a few fight sequences. Now I leave you to your miseries and would pray to see you all again at the end of two days.

Amen

Monday, November 06, 2006

Red Indian on Google Earth!!

" Here's a weird finding on Google Earth. Somewhere in Alberta in Canada you can spot mountains or large hills that look like the face of an Indian.

It looks pretty real, even a lot more realistic than the face on Mars in my opinion. It's also pretty big, I used the measure tool in Google Earth to measure the size of the Native American's forehead and its about 225 meters (0.14 miles) long.

You can check it out in Google Maps or just enter 50° 0'38.20"N 110° 6'48.32"W in Google Earth. And like someone in our comment section said, with a bit of imagination you can see he has an earbud in his ear (maybe he's listening to his iPod?)

Dont You Dare Step Across This Line!!!



Monday, October 23, 2006

Happy Diwali!!


Diwali is the festival of lights and the celebration of good winning over evil. Celebrated with much fervor in India, the Goddess of Wealth, Laxmi is welcomed into our homes by performing various Pujas and rituals. Lots of sweets and fireworks around the country. One of the side effects being high sound levels during the evening and night and a thick layer of smog next morning, though to which me and my family take a full part in!!

Diwali had always been a rambunctious affair for us, my grandfather and his brothers have always been firecracker enthusiasts and have participated all their lives in the community competitions which were an yearly affair, even till a few years ago. Anars were their “specialty” and had even perfected the flying variety. Though these days we are happy with a couple of packets of rockets, a half a dozen bombs (each packet has ten!!) and a few of those seemingly insane, whirring concentric circles of light, the charkas.

My brother, cousin and myself had started with usual fanfare but we soon realized that this time round diwali in Delhi was seemingly uncharacteristic with the pollution levels (including sound) rather abated. Mid-way through we were actually getting embarrased to the extent we called it off. Maybe the "Say No to Firecrackers" campaign, had started to show its effect. Though the unending flow of sweets and a series of delicacies being dished out to us the whole evening kept our spirits high. It seems by the next year not much of fireckrackers would remain in Delhi though I hope someone doesnt start with a "Say No to Sweets" campaign in future!!

Friday, September 22, 2006

Dancing On the Edge Of Time

Well I am in the middle of my exams and my situation is something like the image of the skeleton on the workings of a watch!!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Bloody Indian Youth

India's hopes reside in its youth”, might be a cliché needing revision, especially after the events which unfolded in the past few weeks.

The hoodlumism on display in Ujjain took the life of a professor who was opposing holding student body elections. The intimidation and eventual assault on the professors was covered by the media and one got to see first hand the ugly side of student politics.

The furious hysterical faces of ABVP activists threatening to wipe the floor with their teachers, wagging fingers and spewing abuse was captured in full close up by television cameras. A policeman standing next to the students shockingly failed to realize that criminal intimidation is a punishable offence and simply looked on.

In another part of India, in Chandigarh, irate young women demanded an apology from and suspension of a teacher who punished a girl for speaking on her mobile phone in class. And in Meerut, girls from a local college vandalized the vice chancellor's home and damaged his vehicle simply because he failed to give them an appointment.

The anti-reservation stir this year was no doubt an example of a powerful youth movement where concerns about the future were certainly legitimate and many sincere young people participated in the debates. Yet alas, here too there seemed to be a sort of tunnel vision on the part of the protestors, a refusal to engage with the realities of social justice, to understand what caste discrimination really means. Instead there was an almost hysterical obsession about "oh god-what’s-going-to-happen-to-me; I'm-going-to-America."

Rang De Basanti is a cult film for today's youth. A film that preaches disrespect, hedonism, and historical forgetfulness and valorizes murder is seen as the great protest film of our time. Glance at any workplace today and you'll find the majority of the workforce made up of feverishly ambitious mercenary young people myopically focused on upward mobility, with empty minds that are also as narrow as their trousers.

Our great hope is that sixty five per cent of our population is under the age of 35, but has India's youth inherited the worst traits of their elders and tossed out the best? Is the Rang De Basanti generation manically reciting the bizarre mantra "the system sucks" by repeatedly demonstrating its contempt for the law?

Scan the blogosphere and you'll find several vicious armchair twentysomethings vomiting out defamatory and bloodthirsty sentiments about strangers who they would, ostensibly like to murder.

India's youth may be our greatest resource, but parts of the youth are, alas, sunk in such awful decadence and aggressive normlessness that they make the Naxalites of the sixties look like nawabi intellectuals.

Organizations like the Youth Congress, NSUI or the ABVP are in decline and comprise mainly of lumpenproletariat jostling for petty local fiefdoms. Lumpen and rogue elements are taking over campuses and turning youth politics into factories creating even larger numbers of villains. The national parties are using student politics as laboratories to extend their influence and also delve into a young vote bank for electoral gains. They have also in the process inculcated the sterling qualities of politicians – voter intimidation, violent confrontations, booth capturing, and horse trading and of course corruption and the use money power.

A case in point is the Delhi University elections, which have been reduced to a farce with candidates each year proclaiming to do the exact same thing in their manifestos year after year. While many may argue that the one year tenure is too little to achieve anything concrete, the question arises that all these years could the student leaders not concentrate on this single issue and get a more workable time frame rather than fight over petty issues? Also, would it not be better if students raised issues on say the right to access the Internet or introducing newer courses etc. rather than indulge in arm-twisting and false promises?

The utter degradation of student politics was not exactly a hidden truth, but recent farcical election campaigns and violence has given it the necessary scrutiny. Student bodies are meant to represent student’s rights; at least that is what they claim. But when issues of student welfare and the very future of students is in question, all student parties are found wanting. During the recent reservation demonstrations, not one student political outfit came out in open support of the movement. It was left for umbrella groups to raise the concerns and demonstrate their angst.

Despite the fact that one may be critical of student bodies one cannot deny their role in a democracy and especially in a democracy involving young people. So one can also argue that the politics of today is now being reflected in the student version of the same as well. What student leaders see on television screens, with mud slinging and chair throwing, they feel that is what politics stands for!! So in an ironical sense the student leader’s behavior is a creation of the politicians themselves.

One would be happy to see mature and reason based student politics but at the same time it is the job of the ‘big’ politicians to show them the way. Surely, one cannot be critical of students and not of the politicians who are pumping money and absurd notions about politics into these leaders. But with the tragic death of Prof. Sabbarwal there is a clarion call for reforming student politics, who does this – the government, the students, or college administration is debatable, but the time has come to rid ourselves of manufacturing goons and criminals in the name of student empowerment.

This is a generation that outwardly looks more modern than their parents but whose thinking is much more backward. In short they believe in caste, patriarchal family values, do not support women's rights and are overwhelmingly concerned with money and success. When the desire to hit the arc lights outstrips all sense of morality, decency and values then India’s future it seems is not really in very safe hands.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

The Journey Begins

After much cogitation, followed by months of dawdling, I have finally decided to maintain a blog. So from now on, arijitdas.blogspot.com will feature the latest concoctions, events and incidents betide in Arijit Das’ life. Finally my decision to maintain a blog are unusual and I shall ratiocinate my motives, lest they be questioned.

The first internals are about to start in another couple of weeks, and the major entrance exams are just around the corner. In other words, it's finally study time, and life has become boring. No more outings with friends, no more bunking classes, and no more acts of random insanity that I usually indulge in (like walking all the way to my home; 20kms or so, taking a round trip on the outer mudrika to get my bus pass’ worth, which takes around 4hrs). So, I thought, the best way to spend this time would be to sit at home (or college), and write about my dull and boring life, so that somebody else, with an evidently as dreary life, can sit at home (or college), and read all about it.

Though comments, encouragements, and suggestions are not expected, though all those who are indolent enough to be reading this, the same would be acknowledged, and in some cases appreciated.

With all that cleared, it is time to begin.