I procrastinate, therefore I am.

I procrastinate, therefore I am.
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Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

A Poem by Emily Bronte

There are times when I come across a hitherto unknown poem that captivates my mind, and I am left numb on reading it out loud. Yesterday was such an occasion as I chanced upon the following poem by Emily Bronte.



The Old Stoic

Riches I hold in light esteem,

And Love I laugh to scorn;

And lust of fame was but a dream

That vanish'd with the morn:

And, if I pray, the only prayer

That moves my lips for me

Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear,

And give me liberty!'

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,

'Tis all that I implore:

In life and death a chainless soul,

With courage to endure.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

A Request

If anyone is reading this blog and has any idea how to get rid of the obnoxious links containing the advertisements (these have started to appear very recently in the blogger), please let me know. I will be forever grateful.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Just Another Chat

We all like to chat with people on a whole range of topics ranging from the inconsequential to the mundane. We gossip when some other guy hooks up with some other girl, or when Dada fails to find a bidder in IPL auction. There is in fact a typical word in Bengali to describe this kind of social chitchat - "Adda".

I am reproducing below excerpts from a chat. The persons involved begin with the philosophical implication of quantum mechanics, debating the dichotomy between causality and the inherent random nature of the universe at the scale of elementary particles, and end with a discussion on the relative merits and demerits of Indian and Western music.

I would urge you to reflect upon the quality of the conversation. The identity of the persons will be revealed at the end of the excerpt.

A: I was discussing with C today the new mathematical discoveries which tell us that in the realm of infinitesimal atoms chance has its play; the drama of existence is not absolutely predestined in character.

B: The facts that make science tend toward this view do not say good-bye to causality.

A: Maybe not, yet it appears that the idea of causality is not in the elements, but that some other force builds up with them an organized universe.

B: One tries to understand in the higher plane how the order is. The order is there, where the big elements combine and guide existence, but in the minute elements this order is not perceptible.

A: Thus duality is in the depths of existence, the contradiction of free impulse and the directive will which works upon it and evolves an orderly scheme of things.

B: Modern physics would not say they are contradictory. Clouds look as one from a distance, but if you see them nearby, they show themselves as disorderly drops of water.

A: I find a parallel in human psychology. Our passions and desires are unruly, but our character subdues these elements into a harmonious whole. Does something similar to this happen in the physical world? Are the elements rebellious, dynamic with individual impulse? And is there a principle in the physical world which dominates them and puts them into an orderly organization?

B: Even the elements are not without statistical order; elements of radium will always maintain their specific order, now and ever onward, just as they have done all along. There is, then, a statistical order in the elements.

A: Otherwise, the drama of existence would be too desultory. It is the constant harmony of chance and determination which makes it eternally new and living.

B: I believe that whatever we do or live for has its causality; it is good, however, that we cannot see through to it.

A: There is in human affairs an element of elasticity also, some freedom within a small range which is for the expression of our personality. It is like the musical system in India, which is not so rigidly fixed as western music. Our composers give a certain definite outline, a system of melody and rhythmic arrangement, and within a certain limit the player can improvise upon it. He must be one with the law of that particular melody, and then he can give spontaneous expression to his musical feeling within the prescribed regulation. We praise the composer for his genius in creating a foundation along with a superstructure of melodies, but we expect from the player his own skill in the creation of variations of melodic flourish and ornamentation. In creation we follow the central law of existence, but if we do not cut ourselves adrift from it, we can have sufficient freedom within the limits of our personality for the fullest self-expression.

B: That is possible only when there is a strong artistic tradition in music to guide the people's mind. In Europe, music has come too far away from popular art and popular feeling and has become something like a secret art with conventions and traditions of its own.

A: You have to be absolutely obedient to this too complicated music. In India, the measure of a singer's freedom is in his own creative personality. He can sing the composer's song as his own, if he has the power creatively to assert himself in his interpretation of the general law of the melody which he is given to interpret.

B: It requires a very high standard of art to realize fully the great idea in the original music, so that one can make variations upon it. In our country, the variations are often prescribed.

A: If in our conduct we can follow the law of goodness, we can have real liberty of self-expression. The principle of conduct is there, but the character which makes it true and individual is our own creation. In our music there is a duality of freedom and prescribed order.

B: Are the words of a song also free? I mean to say, is the singer at liberty to add his own words to the song which he is singing?

A: Yes. In Bengal we have a kind of song-kirtan, we call it-which gives freedom to the singer to introduce parenthetical comments, phrases not in the original song. This occasions great enthusiasm, since the audience is constantly thrilled by some beautiful, spontaneous sentiment added by the singer.

B: Is the metrical form quite severe?

A: Yes, quite. You cannot exceed the limits of versification; the singer in all his variations must keep the rhythm and the time, which is fixed. In European music you have a comparative liberty with time, but not with melody.

B: Can the Indian music be sung without words? Can one understand a song without words?

A: Yes, we have songs with unmeaning words, sounds which just help to act as carriers of the notes. In North India, music is an independent art, not the interpretation of words and thoughts, as in Bengal. The music is very intricate and subtle and is a complete world of melody by itself.

B: Is it not polyphonic?

A: Instruments are used, not for harmony, but for keeping time and adding to the volume and depth. Has melody suffered in your music by the imposition of harmony?

B: Sometimes it does suffer very much. Sometimes the harmony swallows up the melody altogether.

A: Melody and harmony are like lines and colors in pictures. A simple linear picture may be completely beautiful; the introduction of color may make it vague and insignificant. Yet color may, by combination with lines, create great pictures, so long as it does not smother and destroy their value.

B: It is a beautiful comparison; line is also much older than color. It seems that your melody is much richer in structure than ours. Japanese music also seems to be so.

A: It is difficult to analyze the effect of eastern and western music on our minds. I am deeply moved by the western music; I feel that it is great, that it is vast in its structure and grand in its composition. Our own music touches me more deeply by its fundamental lyrical appeal. European music is epic in character; it has a broad background and is Gothic in its structure.

B: This is a question we Europeans cannot properly answer, we are so used to our own music. We want to know whether our own music is a conventional or a fundamental human feeling, whether to feel consonance and dissonance is natural, or a convention which we accept.

A: Somehow the piano confounds me. The violin pleases me much more.

B: It would be interesting to study the effects of European music on an Indian who had never heard it when he was young.

A: Once I asked an English musician to analyze for me some classical music, and explain to me what elements make for the beauty of the piece.

B: The difficulty is that the really good music, whether of the East or of the West, cannot be analyzed.

A: Yes, and what deeply affects the hearer is beyond himself.

B: The same uncertainty will always be there about everything fundamental in our experience, in our reaction to art, whether in Europe or in Asia. Even the red flower I see before me on your table may not be the same to you and me.

A: And yet there is always going on the process of reconciliation between them, the individual taste conforming to the universal standard.



A: Rabindranath Tagore

B: Albert Einstein

C: A common friend, Dr. Mendel

Sunday, October 24, 2010

To be or not to be anonymous

I have added a link to this blog in my webpage. Though it is rather comforting to remain anonymous, I decided against it due to a couple of reasons.

1) Since most of my friends and family members are already aware of this site, the blog was not actually anonymous after all.

2) Anonymity is sometime essential to protect freedom of expression. However, it can also be used as a cover to slander another person, and I am deliberately trying to rule out that option. As a consequence, the future posts will perhaps be on more impersonal topics.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Writer's Block

I am enjoying a lazy vacation since the beginning of August. In spite of having plenty of free time, I was not able to produce a single post, and I sincerely apologize for this terrible disaster to the superior race of people consisting of regular readers of my blog.

Any post in this blog is an output of the following simple program.
  • Write some garbage that instantaneously comes to your mind.
  • FOR( ; ; ){
  • IF(satisfied with the write-up) BREAK.
  • ELSE edit post. }
  • Publish post.
A "writer's block" is encountered if the program runs into an infinite for loop during execution time. I decided to modify the program a little bit in order to get out of "writer's block".
  • Write some garbage that instantaneously comes to your mind.
  • FOR(i = 1 ; i <= 0 ; i++){
  • IF(satisfied with the write-up) BREAK.
  • ELSE edit post. }
  • Publish post.

Moral of the story: This post is garbage. Furthermore, one way to get out of writer's block is to write a post on writer's block.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Life as it is

I haven't blogged for a while; in fact, did not even check the blogs I usually follow. It is Friday afternoon. I skipped office in favor of work from home, and this post is clear evidence of my penchant for hard work.

I am eagerly waiting for my trip to Kolkata in August. Furthermore, there are plans to visit Arunachal Pradesh, Mumbai and Durgapur. The countdown has begun.

During the last few weeks I felt extremely motivated to master the art of procrastination, read some Bengali novels by Shirshendu Mukhopadhyay, and finally finish the 900 page volume "India After Gandhi". I want to dedicate a blog post for reviewing this fascinating account of independent India, together with "The Last Mughal", a book on the Sepoy Mutiny of 1857 that I read couple of months back. Unfortunately, right now I am too lazy to do any serious writing.

Perhaps I should start teaching a crash course on procrastination; prospective students will be able to get inspiration from my unmatched personal achievements in this front, accrued over a period of no less than two years of graduate study. Let me know if you are interested.

Before signing off, here is my first attempt at a short (micro?) story.

Once upon a time there was a boy.
He loved a girl.
She did not reciprocate his feelings.
Yet he could not stop loving her. WHY??









Because he was fond of wasting a whole lot of time. :)


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Hello World

I like to go out for a walk, sometimes for hours. It helps cheer me up when I feel depressed or demotivated, and on other occasions serves as a good pass time. Today was one such occasion that prompted me to take an evening jaunt across Duke campus. While contemplating about the existence of cosmos, the purpose behind our existence, and other serious issues of dubious importance, I suddenly discovered the three defining characteristics of a graduate student life:

1) Dedication

2) Motivation

3) Procrastination

It is the third characteristic that is most significant, for it ensures that one fine day you open a blog, and start writing a post not knowing what to write after all.

Welcome to my corner! I am an ordinary boy living in this extraordinary world; a hopeless geek wishing to articulate his own feelings and opinions but failing to do so with an amazing degree of accuracy.

I will try to come up with regular (and short) posts. If you are reading it, do leave a comment. I am a junior researcher and nothing excites me as much as good peer-reviews :-)