Tuesday, 18 June 2013

songs and memories

I am not a great fan of music, but an average fan no doubt. Over the last 4 years I have developed this habit of putting on headphones while working in the lab, and playing song after song on Youtube, or turning on my MP3 player and plugging in the earphones while travelling by train/air, or taking strolls in the campus. Before I developed these habits, when I was at home I often listened to songs on TV/radio. It is amazing how certain songs are able to encode the exact feel of a particular time, and can take a person's mind back to that time when played much later. I am 27 now, at the advanced stages of my PhD, and it won't be long before I finish my student life, and my youth. I always have had the habit of looking back, and try to re-live certain times in the past. For this purpose I created a list of songs, which, when listened in a certain sequence, runs me through some of the most memorable times of my post-school student life- B.E., M.E. and Ph.D.


1) Saanson ko saanson me dhalne do zara (Movie: Hum-Tum)
August 2004. First year, first semester in JU. Beginning of a completely new life, not sure how to handle it. A lot of freedom and relaxation on offer, not sure whether to accept it or not. Confusion.

2) Dhoom macha le (Movie: Dhoom)
September 2004. Settling into college life. Freshers' Welcome. The entire class danced on the dias of Gandhi Bhavan to this song.

3) Chand sifarish (Movie: Fanaa)
June 2006. Now settled in JU, with an established circle of friends, and priorities in college life fixed. It was a hot summer, semester exams over, working on the IIM project. Occasional visits to IIM Joka. Often used to go to the JU Architecture lab and work from there. Friends also hung around this lab.

4) Tu hi meri shab hai (Movie: Gangster)
October 2006. Trip to Pune and Mumbai with JBNSTS. Staying away from home with other students (not particularly close friends) for a significant period of time (15 days). Beautiful, serene nights in the Pune University campus.

5) Ya Ali raham Ali (Movie Gangster)
March-April 2007. Insanely busy. Studying hard for GRE. Working on 3 projects simultaneously. Trying to keep up with studies in class, and recover the faltering CGPA. Placements appearing in the horizon. Cracked GRE with an awesome score, but hit by chicken pox less than a week before start of semester exams. Writing exams alone in separate room.

6) Tala tum tala tum (Movie: Aitraaz)
August-September 2007. Academics have become second priority. Preoccupied with the continuing tensions with one of my best friends and my only female friend at that time. Highly disturbed, worried and scared.

7) Ye ishq haai (Movie: Jab We Met)
December 2007. Recovering from the tension just mentioned. Trying to put life in order, and get focus back to academics. TIFR, GATE knocking on the door.

8) Zara si dil mein de jagah tu (Movie: Zannat)
June 2008. B.E. over, and over in the worst way imaginable (keeping academics aside). Emotionally drained and bankrupt. Feeling of loneliness. Unexpected call from IISc. Interaction with would-be classmates over Orkut. Hopes for a happier life in IISc.

9) Where's the party tonite? (Movie: Kabhie Alvida na kehna)
June-July 2009. Completed a depressing first semester and an unthinkably hectic second semster in IISc. Trying to get M.E. project going. Trying to get a hold of a completely unfamiliar but fascinating subject. Rainy days. Class trip to Coorg. Awesome happy experience- revenge of the disastrous JU picnic (Tala tum). Great hopes- project will work out, paper will be published, offer will come from a good US university, and will celebrate by dancing to the beats of this song with friends.

10) Azaadi (Movie: Bose the Forgotten Hero)
November 2009. Time for first paper submission, and also application to US universities. "Insanely busy" too weak a statement. Worked 76 hours in last 4 days before paper submission. Applications completed at last moment. Completely gutted but great hopes.

11) Tu tu hai wahi
May-june 2010. All dreams crushed. M.E. looks average. No publication. No option left but to continue in same place for Ph.D.

12) Dil de diya hai (Movie: Masti)
September 2010. First semster of Ph.D. Missing classmates. Lonely, bored and depressed. Analysis class failing to turn me on. Instead craving for a quick freedom from written exams.

13) Tara Tara Hidisire (Movie: Kempegowda, kannada)
June 2011. Yahoo internship going on. Very busy and strained. Not enough rest. Still satisfied- having too much to do is always better than having nothing to do. Interaction with world outside campus- with other kinds of people.

14) Why this kolaveri di?
November-December 2011. Finally out of the prolonged phase of depression. Trying to make up a new life.

15) Badal pe paon hai (Movie: Chak de India)
First foreign trip. Incredible experience. Returning alone by flight. Spending night alone in Delhi airport- so much life and vigour everywhere. Super excitement. 

Saturday, 19 January 2013

On the Delhi Rape

In December 2012, India was shaken by the ghastly rape and subsequent death of a young woman, pseudonym-ed as Damini or Nirbhaya. While India has a shamefully high number of rapes (many of which supposedly go unreported), the capital city of Delhi had in recent years acquired the title "rape capital" for the particularly high (even by Indian standards) number of rapes happening in it. Even then, this one has received huge media coverage and has provoked unprecedented outrage in Delhi, (partly?) because of its horribly brutal nature. 

The public reaction to this horrible incident has mostly been centered around vociferous demands for stricter laws and more severe punishment (including death penalty) for rapists. But whether stringent laws and tough punishment can actually reduce rapes or not, will not be clear unless the causes of rape are understood correctly. In the wake of the mentioned incident, there have been analyses of why so many rapes are happening in India. The most important factors which have been highlighted are 1) with the increasing emancipation of females, egoistic males are feeling threatened, and rape is their method of trying to subdue women, 2) the proliferation of "Western Culture", 3) Influence of certain advertisements and movies (especially item numbers) which "objectify women", 4) Lack of sexual freedom in India etc.

I am no social scientist. Nor do i have access to data to give opinions on how important these factors are. But personally, I find it hard to believe that rapes have anything to do with lack of sexual freedom. Rape is an enormously violent activity, and no one can possibly get sexual pleasure out of it. If at all someone does get pleasure, it would be sadistic or some such perverted form of pleasure. I do not quite understand what is "Western Culture", so nor can I comment about it. It is true that some item songs of Bollywood and regional movies seem insensitive in their portrayal of women, and personally I do think it is possible that they give the impression to people that women do not mind getting raped. However I also do not like the idea of blaming Bollywood or the movie industry as a whole for this matter. Surely there are many movies which do portray women nicely. While it can be argued that such movies are usually "flop" in the box office, the film industry cannot be blamed for that. Rather, I would believe (again, without data) that the non-uniform and non-inclusive economic growth in India in recent years is a more important factor.

But another point on which I do not see much discussion is about what are the implications of rape on the victim. In India, rape is viewed as "dishonoring" a woman, or robbing her of  her modesty. Most anti-rape activists say that rape is worse than murder, because a raped victim has to live through hell for the rest of her life, because of the social stigma that gets associated with her. But why should that be the case? Why cannot rape be looked upon as simply a horrible form of violence on women? Why at all is there any talk of dishonoring? No one can be dishonored by subjecting him/her to violence. Rape victims must not feel dishonored, they must not feel ashamed, they have no reason to. The society too must not attach any stigma with a rape victim- neither cringe at her sight, nor consider her a slut and nor pity her, but consider her as just another normal person. I do not know how to stop rapes, but can we not ensure that rape victims do not have to feel  that they have been dishonored? And if the feminist theory regarding rapes is true (rape is a way of subduing women), then indeed this should reduce the number of rapes, as the rapists will understand that women cannot be subdued by raping!!

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

On the execution of Kasab

So finally Ajmal Kasab, the lone surviving terrorist to participate in the 26/11 attacks in Mumbai, has been executed, after 4 years of interrogation and trial. The execution was managed quite smartly by the authorities -they never gave anyone an inkling about the upcoming execution, and reported it only after it was over. Thus they avoided unnecessary attention, hype and controversy all over the world. For once, Indian authorities showed that even they can be smart!

Until the unexpected news of his execution arrived, many Indians had been seething with rage for the past 4 years. They were upset that the government was not only delaying the execution, but actually spending astronomical amounts of money daily to ensure his security. And all this for a person who had caused the massacre of 50-odd people in CSTM station and around! Facebook was flooded with communities like "I want to kill Kasab" , and with posts ridiculing the government's handling of the issue. News portals regularly carried reports on how the government is spending money to ensure Kasab's security, without providing adequate aid to family members of the victims. After the execution, many of them are satisfied, though others would have been happier had the execution been public. They feel that "justice" has finally been done to India, and to the families of the victims. Reports are available that many of the victims families also do feel relieved after the execution. At the same time, some voices are singing different notes. They are anyway against death penalty/execution and feel that victory chants celebrating the execution are barbaric in nature.

I am neither a great supporter nor a strong opponent of execution in general. In Kasab's case, I feel there were significant practical reasons to execute him. The hype around him had made him important, albeit symbolically, to the terrorist organizations. There would always have been the danger of terrorists creating hostage crises, demanding his release. Besides, as already noted, having him in custody was causing a huge drain on the government exchequer. Possibly it was not worthwhile to run grave risks and spend huge sums of money on a ruthless murderer, and to get rid of him was a sensible decision.

On the other hand, I do not think this execution needs to be romanticized as "delivery of justice" and so on. It needs to be borne in mind that Kasab was actually a poor boy, sold to terrorist organizations, brain-washed by them and used as a pawn in an infernal plot. In that sense, Kasab is himself a victim of terrorism. He is a mass-murderer no doubt, and I do feel that he should be punished, but it should be understood that punishing  him, in whatever way, is not going to solve the greater problem of terrorism. Besides when Kasab and his comrades had come to attack Mumbai they were on a suicidal mission, and knew that they would probably die. His comrades all died in action, he died at the gallows, 4 years later. Whatever had to happen, just happened. There is no reason to talk about "justice" for this.

Finally, regarding the jubilant celebrations about his execution, I do not want to make any comment. I will not join such celebrations, and am tempted to say that I find them distasteful. But then my feelings on this matter are largely objective, since I was fortunate enough not to suffer any personal loss in the attack. I respect the feelings of those whose lives were scarred forever in that horrible incident.

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

I am proud to be a ?????

Mindset of a typical Indian:

I want to be proud of something. I want to boast, to brag, to show-off to someone, about something.

I want to show-off my exam grades, my new phone, my new job, my new house, my new car before my friends and neighbors.

If I have nothing of my own to show off , I will find someone successful in the locality, and will say "i am proud to belong to this locality" to those who don't belong to my locality

If there is no one successful in the locality, I will find someone successful in my city, and will say "i am proud to belong to this city" to those who don't belong to my city

If there is no one successful in the city, I will find someone successful in my linguistic group, and will say "i am proud to belong to be of this linguistic group" to those who don't belong to my linguistic group

If there is no one successful in the linguistic group, I will find someone successful in my country, and will say "i am proud to belong to this country" to those who don't belong to my country


In short, I must brag. I must show off. I must be proud.

:-/  :-/

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

"Need", "Greed" and "More"

At Kuvempu Circle, where the New B.E.L. Road meets the Outer Ring Road in Bangalore, there is signboard, on which is inscribed Mahatma Gandhi's quotation- "The Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's Need, but not for everyone's Greed". I had heard this saying long back, but I was always sceptic- how exactly are "need" and "greed" defined for every man? Who will draw the line? Though I believe in living an austere life, I never attached much importance to this statement, as I considered it vague.

Nowadays, on Outer Ring Road, very close to the above-mentioned signboard (and elsewhere in Bangalore), I see some other signboards, which define "More". Their novel definition goes, "More is the ability to own a house at the age of 25". Or something similar. And below it is written, "You Deserve More". These are obviously advertisements by some real estate company.

The juxtaposition of these two signboards on the same road gives rise to some thoughts. Would Mahatma Gandhi consider owning a house at 25 as a need? I don't know what his scales were for differentiating between need and greed. But in the current world, overloaded with 7 billion people, a shocking fraction of them without proper shelter, to think of people owning a house at the age of 25 is a bit shocking. And that too in a country like India, which, despite claims of high economic growth, ranks below many sub-Saharan African countries in Human Development Index. Millions of people are forced to live in slums in and around big cities including Mumbai and Kolkata. And yet is the claim that "You" deserve "More"- owning a house below 25! Who, then, are "You"? Only the small fraction of people who have benifitted hugely from neo-liberalisation of India's economy? Must be, since profit-seeking corporations know that they can have more profit by further pampering the rich. They will never invest in housing for the poor- no profit there. "They" do not "deserve more".

Indians have never been able to think beyond increasing their status in society, of moving ahead of their neighbours. And nowadays, like never before, are more and more profit-seeking corporations to spoil them further. This is not only creating a completely disbalanced society, but also destroying the environment and ecology of the earth. Experts raise concerns that such unconstrained globalisation and capitalism has fundamentally altered the checks and balances of the earth. It is an urgent need of the hour to return to Mahatma Gandhi's statement, and ask ourselves, should "More" be classified as "Need", or a "Greed"? 

Saturday, 12 May 2012

Japan-Jatri-r Diary (Diary of a Tourist to Japan)

A brief day-to-day account of my recent visit to Japan to attend ICASSP conference

Day 1: March 23
I had gone to bed by 10pm, but could not sleep at all till at least 12am. And then by 4:30 i got up by alarm. After getting dressed and eating the sandwich I had procured at night for breakfast, I finally set out around 6:25am. However, after walking beyond the library i suddenly felt- what if Green Gables insisted payment by card since the booking had been committed by card? After debating for a few minutes I decided to rush back to the hostel and get the card rather than take a chance. Some time was lost, and I had to hurry towards Mekhri Circle. On the road i found an auto but he demanded Rs50, so i continued walking. Immediately on reaching Mekhri i found a Bias, which was quite crowded and overloaded with luggage which almost blocked the middle door. I had to stand all the way in the crowd. IISc senior Vikas Garg boarded the same bus near Hebbal. He was also going to airport for a flight to delhi, albeit a different flight.
After reaching the airport I quickly finished the formalities. They never objected to either of my luggage, though it was not easy to remove and put back the waist-pouch for the security check. At the lounge, Harini was already waiting. Soon Prof Chandrasekhar Seelamanthula also arrived. We boarded the aircraft. Our seats were far apart. On board reasonably good food was provided, so that i did not need a full breakfast or a full lunch. After arriving at IGI Airport Sir left with his luggage for his sister's home. Me and Harini roamed about the airport for sometime, had a light lunch (i ate plane dosa and she ate idly) and then decided to go out if a cloakroom could be found and the heat was not that much outside. A good cloakroom was found, and it was actually very pleasant outside. After depositing my backpack and harini's bag that contained all her provisions (keeping all the necessary documents and even the posters with ourselves) we took a metro to Chandni Chowk and then walked to Red Fort (5mins from CC metro station). We spent some time in the fort and then returned. Every metro station and the Red Fort gate involved security checking and scanning of luggage, so the waistpouch was again a problem. We were back to the airport shortly before 6, collected the bags from the cloakroom and proceeded to the departure section. Although the notice boards said that only 1 piece of hand luggage is allowed, the person at the boarding pass counter said that i can keep both the bag and the poster-case. Harini would also carry her poster-case and her bag of provisions. After completing immigration formalities (we had to fill a form provided at boarding pass counter) and security checking, we moved to our gate. Harini started talking to her family on phone. I waited for her to finish but as she was taking a very long time i got my dinner- mcdonald's combo meal (1 veg burger and french fries). Later Harini got some Dosa and idly. Past 10PM, Neeraj and Prof Chandra finally arrived. We met Prof Umesh of IITM with his two students- Vikas and Raghavendra. Soon it was boarding time, and we boarded the aircraft. All of us had widely separated seats. This aircraft was much bigger than the domestic aircrafts, and had 3 columns each with 3 seats. I had an aisle seat in the middle column. Next to me on the sandwich seat was a Jap lady and on the other aisle seat was an European man who was travelling to Hong Kong. The plane departed and I slept, though was woken up for meal. I did not eat much because of the hour.


Day 2: March 24
At 3:30AM Indian time (7:00 AM Hong Kong time) Hong Kong was reached, where there was a long halt. Here we were given an embarkation card to be filled up and submitted to customs upon arrival at Osaka. After that we flew for another 4 hours to reach Osaka at 12 noon JST. Team India, now 7-strong, regrouped and went through the formalities. After that IIT Madras left for their hotel in a taxi which they had booked beforehand. We decided to take the Haruka Express to Kyoto. Neeraj and me drew 20K JPY each using Yatra Cards, and bought the train tickets from vending machines using the 10K JPY notes, with some help from the station master. Outside the airport it was very cold due to the sea breeze, and we put on jackets and gloves. After reaching the station we tried to call home from a telephone booth using a calling card (1000JPY) which succeeded after some 20 efforts (initially we could understand what prefixes to use, and even when we figured it out the call was getting dropped again and again.) Finally the train arrived and we boarded. It was a airconditioned 6-coach train. Initially we did not get a seat and stood near the vestibule of our coach. A TTE came and stamped the tickets. The train crossed a sea bridge and entered the main land. The train travelled at speeds like the better trains in India (superfast but not Rajdhani/Shatabdi) and reached Kyoto by covering 100Km in 75 minutes with two brief halts (Tennoji and Shin-Osaka). On reaching Kyoto me, Neeraj and Sir ate Potato and Pumpkin chops (Sir also ate a Pork chop :-P) at a shop in the station while Harini stood outside as she could not bear the strong smell of fish in the shop. Then we took two taxies- Sir went to his hotel in one and the 3 of us boarded the other. The taxi driver could not speak english, but read the address of the hotel from the booking.com receipt which we had and reached close to the place. I knew the hotel was on the main road (from Google Map) but he entered a network of lanes and soon got confused. He got down several times and asked people, each of whom opened some GPS device and gave some directions by making very articulate gestures with their hands. The language problem resulted in comic situations. Finally the hotel was found. But quite remarkably, the taxi driver turned off the meter when he was searching for the place. Neeraj payed the bill.
On reaching the hotel one lady received us and put us into two adjacent rooms on the ground floor. The corridor was very narrow and doors strange-looking, giving the impression of a jail. But the room was quite decent. It had a sliding door, and so we partitioned our room- one for Neeraj and one for myself. Harini took the other room. Our room had wired internet facility, two beds, a TV (only japanese), room heating, electric kettle, gas, washbasisn, a toilet and a bathroom fitted with a small bathtub, a tap and a telephone shower. One key was given which Neeraj kept. There was no access to water, so we went out. It was evening, and quite cold. We visited some small shops (the hotel was in a residential area and not many shops were around) but we could not explain "water" (some thought "vodka"). Finally in one restaurant they understood and filled harini's bottle with water, and took no charge. We found their warmth and helpful nature was quite remarkable. We returned and ate a frugal dinner (bread with milkmaid and jam), biscuits, sweets and one packet jeera rice (shared between 3), and went to bed. We were woken up by the landlady who came with a phone, over which the landlord was inquiring about payment. It was decided that each would pay 10K JPY on that day, and the rest after 2 days. This was done and we returned to bed.


Day 3: March 25
We slept heavily, and got up late. Actually i had woken up around 7am and bathed, but on seeing that neeraj was still sleeping when i was done, i also slept again. Around 9:30am we were all awake. Some breakfast was prepared and eaten (my bread and biscuits, Neeraj's milkmaid and moong laddu and Harini's MTR upma). We had conferred with Chandra Sir over video chat and decided to meet at Kyoto station at 11:30, move around the region for 1 hr and start for the conference venue at 12:30pm by subway. By the time we could start from the hotel it was past 12, and we had no means of informing sir. So we decided to move to the conference center instead of Kyoto station, as we all had to reach the venue by 1pm, and sir would come by himself. I had drawn a map of the route from the hotel to the nearest subway station Kitaoji, and we walked there, with some help from pedestrians/ policemen. It took 20 minutes. We bought tickets from vending machines which were easy to use, and promptly returned change. A train bound for Kokusai-Kaikan soon came and we boarded it. We reached in 10minutes, reached the venue and registered. Sir had also come over. Neeraj registered for a tutorial for the following day with my credit card. On 25th me and sir had a tutorial, but they had none. It was decided that during the tutorial hours (1:30-4:30pm) they would see around the venue and the places outside, and we would meet at the station at 4:30. The tutorial was not that good. At 4:30pm me and sir moved out to the station but could not find them. We moved back to the conference venue door but they were not seen anywhere. Sir was feeling cold, and wanted to get back to the hotel. So after waiting till 5:15pm we started back. I got down in Kitaoji and walked up to the hotel, and got the landlady to open the door for me with a "master key". They returned about an hour later. It turned out that they were looking for us between the venue gate and the tutorial hall. Neeraj was slightly unwell and went to bed early, without eating much. Me and Harini ate cup-noodles which she had brought. It seemed a bit too spicy.

Neeraj had brought his laptop and every day after returning from the conference he used to call home through skype. After that i would either send a mail to someone to call home or chat with bub if he was online. After that Harini would take the laptop and keep it for the night, as she talked with her family for long durations over skype. I never used it as making calls over skype requires charges.


Day 4: March 26
We woke up early and went to the venue by 9:30am. The walk to the Kitaoji station was long, and we considered renting bicycles from the hotel. In Kyoto, bicycles travel over the footpaths, and the station had a place to park bicycles. But somehow this plan was never implemented. In the first hour they went to attend some workshop, while I sat outside and read the conference booklets. We had some lunch (Harini's methi paratha and biscuits) which we ate around 1:30pm. After that all of us went to tutorials. We regrouped at 5pm for the welcome drinks session. Apart from the japanese alcohol "saki" (O saaki saaki re) there were many snacks. The non-veg snacks were beef,pork,duck etc. Sir tried out some of those things. We ate veg snacks like pasta and mashed potatoes (which was quite delicious). Around 7pm we left for the hotel. The landlord came and collected the remaining amount. He also showed the different facilities like the washing machine and the microwave which were outside the room, and shared by all the inmates (there were hardly any). Harini cooked some jeera rice and upma for dinner.


Day 5- March 27
The conference started this day. Every day there would be a plenery talk in the morning, followed by 3 sessions- each of 2 hrs. In between there would be a lunch break of 1.5 hrs and a tea break of 0.5 hrs. Each session included several lecture sessions and poster sessions parallelly, and participants would have to plan attending presentations by looking at the schedule beforehand.

On the previous night, when the landlord had come, he had showed us that one of the taps in the room provided drinking water. Also I had also bought a bottle of water from a vending machine and Harini had brought her bottle, and we used to collect water from the conference venue. This morning, I cooked my first packet of maggi for breakfast. Harini liked it, but Neeraj felt it was a bit lacking in masala, so he added some masala on the cooked maggi itself. We took the subway as usual and went to the venue. After lunch was Neeraj's presentation. We met at lunchtime. I got my lunch box (pic sent) while they ate methi parathas and some other things which Harini had packed and brought. Along with the lunch came a packet of tasteless green tea. After lunch we put up the poster together. When the session started we went around visiting the different posters. This session had many posters which were interesting for me, but the next session was quite barren. In the evening, after the conference, we met sir who wanted to go to an Indian Restaturant called "Kerala" very close to his hotel. We took the subway, changed trains at a station called Karasuma-Oike and reached the hotel, where we had dinner (jal-frezy and pakada). We took a taxi and returned. Now we knew the names of the roads and crossings, and so this time there was much less trouble. The taxi driver pronounced the hotel's name as "Gween Ga-ga-ga-gablso" which Harini found very amusing, and throughout the rest of the trip referred to the hotel by that name.


Day 6-March 28
Harini's presentation in first session. I cooked two packets of maggi in the morning- one for breakfast and another to be packed for lunch. I added a bit more masala this time. Neeraj was happy. We skipped the plenery talk and reached shortly before the first session. We put up Harini's poster, and then went around attending other lectures and posters. At lunchtime we met again and ate the maggi, biscuits and my box lunch (it seemed worse than the previous day). After lunch we considered going around the conference area- there were hills and scenic spots around. Neeraj had some talks to attend, so I and Harini went. We roamed around for almost 2 hours, taking lots of snaps. There was a hill with steps leading up to the top, which we climbed. Afterwards we returned to the venue. The afternoon session was nearing its end. When we were waiting for the next session harini got a call from home (her mobile was active) that an earthquake had happenned in Japan. We searched the internet (Harini had an iPad and the conference venue had Wi-fi) from which we learnt that it had happenned the previous day in North Japan. I made a call to mum using a telephone which I found in the conference venue, and fortunately the connection worked at first chance. When the conference ended we took the train back, had dinner (pasta, pongal etc) and went to bed.


Day 7: March 29
Neeraj and I wanted to attend the pleneray talk, but Harini wanted to sleep. I had set an alarm and got up early (I did this every day) but Neeraj woke up very late, and by then it was already time to leave. Harini was still sleeping. Breakfast had not been made. It was decided that all 3 will go separately. I went first, Neeraj started 10 minutes after me and Harini after an hour. I attended the talk and ate breakfast there (some snacks and bananas were laid out on tables after each session, but they were cleaned up very fast, in 5 minutes). After that Harini came. None of us had any important session to attend, and we considered visiting Imperial Palace of Kyoto. But one of the IITM students told us that it required booking beforehand. It was decided that we will go with Sir to the downtown area (Shijo) in the evening. We met Pallavi- who had completed her BTech in 2011 and will go to CMU for MS this year. She was staying in K's House. I found out some talks to attend, and attended them. Neeraj visited the posters while Harini sat outside with her iPad. We ate khakra for lunch apart from the lunchbox. We skipped the evening session and went out with Sir. We went by subway to Shijo, where one IITM student had said was a temple. The temple was closed. We ate cakes at a shop and then went to Sir's hotel which was close to Kerala- the Indian restaurant we had visited on 27th. We went to some shops nearby where we bought some souveneers. Harini, quite obviously, took a very long time. We returned to the hotel by bus, after asking some people at the bus-stop which buses go to the junction closest to our hotel. The bus soon came and we boarded it. The system was to pay coins to a machine while getting down, and the price was fixed regardless of the distance. We ate pasta and maggi (my last packet) for dinner and slept after chatting for a long time among ourselves.


Day 8: March 30
The day of my presentation. This time, Neeraj did not want to attend the plenery session, and me and Harini went ahead. After attending the talk we came out and met Neeraj. Throughout the rest of the day I attended many other talks before my session (the last session) began. In the afternoon session Sir had presented Subhadip's work, and in the evening session (my session) he would present Mohammad's poster. Harini and I set up the poster. There were 11 posters in my Poster Area (and there were 8 poster areas). Over two hours 8-9 people came and asked about the work. The crowd now was much thinner compared to the first day, when the poster area was packed with people. In front of me Carlo Tomasi, the HoD of Sayan's department in Duke was presenting a poster.After the session we met Sir and all of us left the conference venue for the last time, after taking several photographs. We took the subway and returned to hotel, but on the way bought some chocolates from a large shop for our labs (Harini bought some umbrellas- to add to a few she had bought the previous evening) We ate pasta and cup-noodles for dinner and went to bed. Sir had asked them to plan for sightseeing the following day, so Neeraj browsed in his laptop for tourist spots nearby before retiring.


Days 9 and 10-March 31 and April 1
I woke up at 5am by alarm and got ready in less than an hour. The bag had been packed the previous night. Others were fast asleep. It had been decided on the previous night that we would have breakfast at 7:30 together, and i will leave at 8am, while they will leave for Sir's hotel or his station at 8:30 or 9am. But seeing that they were sleeping and there was time i returned to bed again. Around 7:30am harini came with a plate of pasta for me, but said that she wanted to sleep more. We bade each other goodbye and she retreated to her room. I finished my breakfast, woke up Neeraj to inform him that I was leaving, then started off. It was raining lightly. I walked with the umbrella till Kitaoji, boarded the train to Kyoto, found the main JR (Japan Railway) line for Kansai Airport, bought both tickets and reached the platform. Soon a Haruka came in from Kansai, and it was serviced for 10-15minutes before the new passengers were allowed to board. I found a window seat in an unreserved compartment. The train started 5 minutes late at 9:20, and reached Kansai after an additional delay of 5 minutes, around 10:40. I folowed the crowd and arrived at the Kansai Airport International Departure wing, and found the Air India Counter, which would open after an hour. I tried to make a call home with my card but failed. I found a small queue had developed in front of the AI counter, and I joined. There were mostly Japanses/Chinese/Korean people with only 3 Indians (a bengali couple and one Sardarji, who turned out to be Prof Jyotinder Singh of IIT Ropar (Punjab) returning from the same conference. the bengali couple were based in Mumbai and the man had been doing a postdoc in chemistry in osaka). At the counter, they did not allow the poster case, and it was sent for check-in. The boarding pass, immigration process and security check were done quickly (the security check was very minimal). I took a train to the specified gate (in Kansai there are trains instead of buses as in indian airports). The Air India gate was still empty. I tried making some more phn calls but none worked, after which i located a computer. It was a slow machine with an outdated browser (IE5) and sent a mail to Swagato,Souri,Shweta and Neeraja to inform home, with a protocol to ensure that only one of them called. The passengers started to arrive and at length Pallavi and Prof Umesh of IITM arrived. The gate opened and we boarded the plane. There was some manual frisking before boarding the plane. I had a window seat with Prof Umesh on the aisle seat and the middle seat vacant. We flew to HongKong in over 4 hours. Food was served (rice, curry, bread, butter, yoghurt and a sweet dish). At Hongkong we halted for an hour while new passengers boarded. A Delhi-based muslim father-and-son duo had separated seats and they requested me to move to the seat behind me, so that they could sit in the window-and-sandwich seats next to Prof Umesh. I now sat between a Sikkemese and a Western man. The same food was served once again. We were also given a form for immigration purposes. Meanwhile I watched 4 movies in succession. At length Delhi was reached. All the passengers moved in a queue to the customs counter where we submitted the forms given in the aircraft. After that we went to the luggage retrieval center, and my poster case arived very soon. Pallavi would go to Mumbai in 2 hours, Prof Umesh to Chennai after spending the night at his relative's home and Prof Singh to Punjab by train, so we all separated. I proceeded to the domestic terminal, and found a place to sit, but the policeman told me that i could not enter the main airport till 2:15am (my flight was at 6:15am). I found a place to charge my mobile. There were many other passengers waiting in the same lounge to enter the airport for the early morning flights. At 2:15am the policeman himself called me and asked me to go in. I found the Air-India counters after some search, and got the boarding pass. They did not object to the poster case. The security check was done and I proceeded to the gate. It was only 3:15am. At length the gate was opened and we boarded the aircraft. We reached Bangalore after 2.5 hours. I had an aisle seat. Breakfast was served (masala idly, sambhar, bread and butter). After reaching bangalore i found Bias 11 and reached iisc in an hour.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

On IPL and "Dadaianism"

So the Indian Premier League Season V is on its way. Once again, people all over the country are shouting themselves hoarse over some teams named after Indian cities It was an unique ploy by the cricket-businessmen to make their cash-rich tournament of junk cricket popular across India- they named the teams after some cities. They hoped to polarize the Indian people by regional sentiments by doing so. And bingo, they were immediately successful. People from those cities, and the states in which those are located, immediately started going gaga over these teams.It was conveniently forgotten that none of these teams represent any city at all by team composition.

India is a diverse country of many languages, and for the sake of unity it is important for every region/linguistic group to be respectful of every other. And yet, the obnoxiously rich businessmen running the BCCI wanted to "maximize their profit" by striking at the heart of the unity of India by evoking regional sentiments. And we too were more than happy to forget about India's unity and play ball with these people. Although the IPL lasts for 2months, the polarization remains all through the year. This is not to suggest that IPL is threatening India's political unity, but it  is definitely creating discord among the people especially in large cities (where people have settled from all over the country), who, unfortunately, don't even care about it. And this seems all the more pathetic when we remember that these teams, though named after some cities, don't at all represent those cities by team composition. Some teams don't have a single player from the city they are representing.The polarizing power of regionalism is so strong that, people become blind to this fact. This tendency is both sad and scary. It shows how ruthless and greedy our businessmen are, and how stupid and short-sighted we have remained as a nation. 

Apart from regionalism comes the naked display of obsession towards individuals. People from West Bengal have always been very much fond of one former India batsman and captain from Kolkata. That is very understandable because there haven't been many cricket heros from this part of the country, and here is one who has been among the best batsmen and captains of his time.But the concerned player last captained the side in 2005, and retired from international cricket in 2008, though even in 2012 he is playing in IPL. It is weird to see how obsessed many people of West Bengal are for this individual player. In an attempt to prove that he is the best captain and batsman ever from India, such people keep throwing slanders against the current India players. The current Indian captain has already led India to victories in two World Cups and a large number of tournaments all over the world. Out of jealousy, the so-called fans of the earlier captain keep crying themselves hoarse that the current captain is immeasurably lucky. On the other hand, the victories under the previous captain are projected as outcomes of his brilliant leadership qualities.It is ok if people like the former captain, it is also ok if they do not like the current captain, but how can people make such irrational claims?
As if this is not enough, nowadays another group of people from West Bengal have turned against this former India skipper because he is now playing for the team named after a city different from Kolkata. They are now out to vilify him as an old good-for-nothing guy.

What I am most disappointed with is the role of the young generation- my friends. Most of them "support" IPL teams named after their cities, some very vocally. Some of them are always busy filling up Facebook with hateful and slanderous messages and cartoons aimed at maligning other players to "glorify" the said former India captain, or vilifying other cities which have IPL teams named after them. And to think that many of these people have studied in reputed colleges, some of them working in big companies and some doing PhD- in short they are considered the cream of the society. This is not to suggest that everyone of the current generation is like that- voices of sanity also are not infrequent. But I cannot help being deeply disturbed by the stupidity and narrow-mindedness of the young generation- the generation I belong to.