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Archive for December 2007

What do you care?

In Peeling Onions! on December 10, 2007 at 3:05 pm

I read Surely you are joking Mr. Feynman! again. I have read the book so many times that I have lost the count now. And while it’s utterly difficult for me to sit for even a few minutes and read something on the computer, this is one book which I can read even in ebook format.Reading this book has become a ritual for me now. I read each and every small thing that is there be it the Preface by Ralph Leighton or the Introduction by Albert Hibbs. And this time when I read the preface by Leighton I had to dab my eyes beneath the spects. Over four years of reading and re-reading Feynman I have come to learn that the child within me must not die and for exactly the same number of years, I have been struggling to do this.

That one person could have so many wonderfully crazy things happen to him in one life is sometimes hard to believe. That one person could invent so much innocent mischief in one life is surely an inspiration!

I cannot agree more. And the best thing that happened these summers was that I got hold of the other book: What do YOU care what other people think? After four years of sifting through about thirty different book stores and placing orders at about ten of them, I finally got this book. And I agree with one of the critics, it is a gentler book and a look into the more sophisticated but yet Feynmanish Feynman.If you ever get time, read these two books and also Feynman’s biography by James Gleick (the guy who also wrote an absolutely wonderful book on Chaos)Yours truly

Burrr…dip dip

In Booze! on December 5, 2007 at 1:40 pm

Hoo hooba,
I have a friend who is affectionately (and otherwise) called Satti. I have another friend who is affectionately (and affectionately) called Chaachi. Both are boys (no surprises) and are good friends with each other ( a bit too good I would say). So I was chatting with Chaachi about a song which I shall post next on this blog and somehow the discussion turned towards (no surprises again) girls. Chaachi ended up saying: “I wish Satti was a girl. ” So I thought what would happen if suddenly we discovered that Satti was actually…a girl. And the reactions from different people around me would be something like:

Chaachi: Wow satti is a girl. I loved him…now…I love her.
Me[male chauvinistic pig]: Shit! Satti is a girl. I loved him…now…I hate her.
Satti [Usual expressionless drone]: Hmmm

She[his idunnowhat]: I always knew…isliye we were together in the first place.
Yaser[his roommate]: Doesn’t matter. We were into each other anyway, if you get what I mean. Punk rock rocks dood. Smack that bitch!
Satti [Usual expressionless drone]: Hmmm

The Gautam [to Satti]: Shit Man! You are a woman! Fuck hi ho gayi yeh to…
John [to Satti]: Oh Man! You are a woman! Fuck ho gayi.
Satti [Usual expressionless drone]: Hmmm

DOSA [to Satti]: …setup a committee…don’t worry…stay in Hall 1…worry… Girls’ Hostel not safe for you…don’t worry…

Gymkhana President [to Satti]: …setup a committee…don’t worry…stay in Hall 1…worry… Girls’ Hostel not safe for you…don’t worry…let’s meet and talk…come to my office tonight…

Satti [Usual expressionless drone]: Hmmm

Gymkhana President [to Himself]: Will he come? Will she come? Undone? Am I good?

Gymkhana President[to Convener]: Am I good?

Gymkhana President[to the Press]: I Am good!

Satti [Usual expressionless drone]: Hmmm

…et cetera. Suggest some more and append them in comments.

Yours Truly,
Onion

Bhaiya bakait hia!

In Out of focus on December 3, 2007 at 1:06 pm

To Daddu

In Peeling Onions! on December 2, 2007 at 10:41 pm

Dear Daddu,
I am writing this post as a reply to your comment on the last post. I would have commented on the last post itself but I thought it better to make a new post.

About the incident described in the last post, I urge you to see that it is very spiced up. That is why it comes in the category ??? ????? ??? ?????? (Annals of Hall 2 is a subcategory).  I will rather describe the incident in the form it actually took place.

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Girl: […] us se baat hui thi meri.
Boy: Kaunse Hall ka hai?
Girl: Seedha-saadha hi hai. Hall 2 ka to nahi hi hoga.
Boy: Hall 5 yaa 3?

So she said about Hall 2 and he heard it and before they could say anything…

He [angrily]: Waah! Seedha saadha hai to Hall 2 ka to nahi hi hoga.

Both of them look at him with utter bewilderment. They were obviously oblivious of his existence until then. The girl opened her mouth to say something and during the next two minutes her mouth remained that lopsided gaping hole.

He [exploding now]: Matlab Hall 2 ke to sabhi aise hi hote honge – gunde ekdum. Saare ke saare paidaishi aawaara hote honge. Clearly Hall 2 ke ek ek bande ko jaanti ho tum. Sabse baat ki hai tumne aur sab tumko aise hi lage. Seedha to koi tha hi nahi. Maarne daudte hai ladkiyon ko sab. Kyun?

Now he waits for them to react. The boy was actually tying to smile but his face looked a lop sided meat ball. The girl closed and opened her mouth a fair few times to utter a word but the effort went useless. And so since they were too shocked to demonstrate that they were’t dumb, he started again:

He [very angrily now] : Bahut hi easily generalize kar diya tumne to. Ab tumhi se rai li jayegi ki kaun seedha hai aur kaun mawaali. Bahut aasaan hai bolna par aisa karke tumne naa jaane kitne achhe ladko ka naam hi kichad me mila diya. I don’t know whether you were joking or you were serious but you clearly happen to have a pretty wrong image. Next time you generalize things yeh to dekh lo ki kya kah rahi ho. It’s simple to say stuff par iska matlab kuchh bhi kah dogi? Waah!
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This happened in a span of one minute. Now for your comment which I am reproducing here: 

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Bhai bolna padega — Hall 2 ka tempo high hai! Par ladki ki baat sahi hai. Hall 2 mein paidaishi gunde-mavali tuchhe kisam ke log hi hote hain. Trust me. But ye to Hall 2 ke liye garv ki baat hai na.

Vaise is kahani ke patron ke naam, jo gopniyata barkarar rakhne ke liye chhupa liye gaye hain, unhe chat par ujagar kariye zara.
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You did the very same thing. You generalized the entire thing so easily based on experiences you have had and/or you have heard. I know very well that there have been incidents in Hall 2 during our common time here. One of them was outrageous while others were petty things. All of them were blown out of proportion. One time probably for the need to sensitize the people in question about the stuff they had done. That was when Atul made an article entry on e-Meander. But most of the people who came in after that and talked on that and on other issues had there own interests and based themselves mostly on rumors and things they believed had happened.

Based on that, making a comment that Hall 2 houses only hooligans is I guess demeaning to several people who I guess are known to have made an impression. Once again, just like not everyone is a hooligan, not everyone is a saint. But is it right to generalize right away? I will refer to some other incidents:

Public humiliation of a girl at a function boasting attendance from all the sections and halls of student community or taking advantage of the anonymity one has in the crowd in Antaragni proshow and feeling up girls all over their body – should I say the same thing about the other Hall now? No! This does not authorize anyone to generalize and say that the hall in question houses only hooligans. The fact that in these cases there was no person conscious and motivated enough to sensitize people through a proper channel does NOT make these cases any less serious. The fact that one of these incidents was planned very knowingly (the public humiliation one) makes it an even serious problem. But that does not authorize me to say that the other hall houses hooligans and hooligans only because if I say so, I would mean that I am commenting the same thing about some of the seniors with whom I have interacted more than the seniors from my own hall.

And no, we are not proud of what happened. You probably took the comments above yours a bit too seriously. It was unfortunate and shameful that an incident took place in Hall 2 but Hall 2 is fortunate that the incident that took place came into public picture. They had and have a chance to actually promote and pass on a culture of respect for other members of student community taking a lesson from the misdoings of some of their fellow residents or seniors. This is NOT the case with the other hall keeping in view the fact that those incidents did not receive any public feedback on any suitable forum.

Please note that the fact that the residents of the other hall were involved in the two cases cited above is NOT a justification for what happened in Hall 2. I had to mention these incidents just to make my point.

All of these acts, happening in whatever Hall, are examples of either a considerable portion of male community of Undergraduate population of IIT Kanpur being a follower of male chauvinism or simply utter frustration about not being capable (compared to some of their own colleagues) to interact with the fairer sex. This problem is not localized to a hall. It is a general problem.  No place houses all saints and none houses all the satan.

Aapka,
Arvind 

Hall 2 ke seedhe saadhe ladke

In Annals of Hall Two, Kissa-go on December 2, 2007 at 8:01 am

First day of placements at IITK and this guy had volunteered for coordinating the interviews of Deutsche Bank along with my good friend Rahul ‘Gangu Teli’ Sharma. He was to go to the Student Placement Office along with Gangu teli after the process was over and was waiting for Gangu to end his oh-so-sweet discussion with the very cute interviewer of one of the four Panels while sitting on the bike in front of the Tutorial Block of IIT Kanpur’s Academic Area when a boy and a girl came out of the Tutorial Block. While he was waiting, he listened to what they were talking about and at one time the conversation caught his ears. So:

Girl: [...] us se baat hui thi meri.
Boy: Kaunse Hall ka hai?
Girl: Seedha-saadha hi hai. Hall 2 ka to nahi hi hoga.
Boy: Hall 5 yaa 3?

So she said about Hall 2 and he heard it and before they could say anything…

He [angrily]: Waah! Seedha saadha hai to Hall 2 ka to nahi hi hoga.

Both of them look at him with utter bewilderment. They were obviously oblivious of his existence until then. The girl opened her mouth to say something and during the next two minutes her mouth remained that lopsided gaping hole.

He [exploding now]: Ajeeb Gadhi ho! Hall 2 me kya trademark mawaali aate hai? Seedha saadha nahi hai to Hall 2 ka to nahi hi hoga. Matlab Hall 2 ke to sabhi aise ho hote honge – gunde ekdum. Saare ke saare paidaishi aawaara hote honge…imarati ki tarah convoluted. Clearly Hall 2 ke ek ek bande ko jaanti ho tum. Sabse baat ki hai tumne aur sab tumko aise hi lage. Seedha to koi tha hi nahi. Maarne daude honge sab tumko dekhte hi saath ( read Ball…ad!!) aur tum samajh gayi ki sab ke sab gunde hai. Ya shayad tumhaara matlab yeh hai ki sab chatur chalaak hai. Kyun?

Now he waits for them to react. He waits for about half a minute during which time they are still trying to digest that the above happened. The boy was actually tying to smile but his face looked a lop sided meat ball. The girl closed and opened her mouth a fair few times to utter a word but the effort went useless. And so since they were too shocked to demonstrate that they were’t dumb, he started again:

He [It's fucking Hiroshima Nagasaki going on in front of Tutorial Block right now] : Bahut hi easily generalize kar diya tumne to. Ab tumhi se rai li jayegi. Trait recognition software hai tumhaare dimaag me. [In mock girl voice now...] Yeh ladka seedha saadha nahi – Hall 2 ka hoga. Yeh seedha hai, bhola hai…Hall 2 ka to nahi hoga. [And normal again...]Waah! waah…sahi hai.

And then he looks at them, challenging them to say something. They stand there, scared shitless, air knocked out of them, rooted in the street looking at that Nuke-bomb of a Hall 2 guy with absolutely no sense of the surroundings and no sense of what to speak next. And just then Gangu calls the guy. He looks at them, kicks the bike and it raves:

rrrr…rrrr…rrrr….rrrrrr… | Gear one rrrr…rrrr…rrrrr…| Gangu sits | Bike moves forward as he loosens the clutch|
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr….Gear 2/3/4 and the guy is wind on rampage.

Happy biking.