Saturday, November 12, 2011

Do you really needs your life?

Sometimes junk makes more sense than all those self-proclaimed sanity out there. What better than to indulge in SPAMbrowsing?

These two emails were in my SPAM folder. I wonder ... how do they know so much about me :). Do women gets SPAMs with gender reversed (see the second one below)?
Do you really needs your life?
This is the only way I could contact you for now, I want you to be very careful about this and keep this secret with you until I make out space for us to see. You have no need of knowing who I am or where i am from.I know this may sound very surprising to you but it’s the situation.I have been paid some ransom in advance to terminate you with some reasons listed to me by my employer.It’s someone I believe you call a friend, I have followed you closely for a while now and have seen that you are innocent of the accusations leveled against you. Do not contact the police or try to send a copy of this to them,because if you do, I will know,and I might be pushed to do what I have been paid to do.Besides, this is the first time I turn out to be a betrayer in my job.I took pity on you... That is why I have made up my mind to help you if you are willing to help yourself.
My name is Lorreter I am tall ,good looking, perfect body. I saw your mail and was delighted to contact you, I hope you will be the true loving, honest and caring person that I have been looking 4, And I have something special to tell you about me, So please contact me directly through i all so send my picture directly to you.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Please be happy

Disclaimer: These are merely laws. Exceptions are neither impossible, nor implausible.

Laws of Conservation of Happiness

First Law) In any reasonably large and diverse fixed group, the number of happy people is constant over reasonable periods of time. In view of increasing population, in any large and diverse conceptual group, the ratio of the number of happy people to the number of unhappy people is constant over larger periods of time.

Second Law) Without any external stimulus, the happy people become more happy and unhappy people become more unhappy with time.

Third Law) One may become happy by making someone else unhappy and vice-versa.

Law of Dilemma of Choice

In some circumstances, often becoming unhappy is the easiest, if not the only option left, to make someone else happy. Similar situation also arises for the other case. That is to say, most situations seem to suggest a natural tendency to try to be happy or unhappy. Nevertheless, there exists always a choice, according to the third law.


The author acknowledges Sir Issac Newton for the broad style adopted in the three laws. Wherever he be now, and in whatever form, if he becomes unhappy I am willing to bear the reactive unhappiness; and, I will be really happy if he becomes unhappy because that will mean he is still awesome even 4 centuries after catching a red London apple.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

We, the people

We the people of ...

Where have you seen that? Right - preamble to constitution of some country.

Preamble to the Indian constitution guarantees Justice, Liberty, Equality & Fraternity. Preamble to the US constitution guarantees Justice, Domestic tranquillity, Common defence, General welfare & Liberty. Consistent with their lifestyle, Americans chose to be punctilious about their sentiment of "American Dream".

Recently United States of A. had their Constitution Day (aka Citizenship Day). Indians have a similar thing known as Republic Day; compared to the US counterpart, Indian Republic Day is tad better known in India, but, it could just be a matter of time until ... That said, Republic Day is just another holiday for most people in mainland India. I doubt the picture is more patriotic in any other country, especially, 2 or more generations after the glorious day a constitution came into effect. Frankly, Justice, Liberty, Freedom make their presence felt most when they are absent! And most ignored when in possession.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

free poetry

Me: "You really read poetry ... as hobby ... just for delight ...?"
:"You belong to a rare species... borderline endangered!"
-- Smile --

I wonder why is it always the women who pass away in verses? Because men write them?

Bemusement aside... two gems.
HER suffering ended with the day;
Yet lived she at its close, and breathed
the long, long night away,
in statue-like repose.

But when the sun, in all his state,
illumed the eastern skies, she passed
through glory's morning gate,
and walked in Paradise!

- James Aldrich

THE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.

- W.B.Yeats

Sunday, July 10, 2011

5'7'' ram with 5 eyes and 7 senses

I am not much of a believer in sun signs, even though I thoroughly enjoyed gossips on them in the good ol'days. I never heard anyone discuss mine, so out of curiosity, I checked what is said about my sign. I found this description.
Symbol: The Ram
Ruling Planet: Mars
Quality: Cardinal
Element: Fire
Basic Trait: I Am
Closest Metal: Iron
Lucky Day: Tuesday
Lucky Colors: Blood Red and other bold colors
Lucky Gems: Jasper and Ruby
Lucky Flowers: Geraniums

The moment you come across an Aries, the first thing that comes to your mind is his/her friendly nature. The friendliest person in your neighborhood will most probably be an Aries personality. People having an Aries profile cannot tolerate injustice, always fight against it and will defend the weak. Aries, The Ram, is the first sign of the zodiac, considered to be the infant representing birth. Just like an infant, he is also aware only of himself and his needs. However, he is not selfish. It's just that he is totally ignorant of the fact that his needs may be causing you some inconvenience.

The innocence of Aries people is enough to cover their, sometimes, aggressive behavior. This naiveté brings fearlessness, while at the same time making them highly vulnerable. They trust people easily, get hurt in the process, forgive and forget, and then, trust again. An Aries person is beyond shrewdness and fallacy and can never lie, not even to save his life. He is what he seems to be. Qualities like subtlety, diplomacy or modesty just don't gel with Aries symbol. An Aries can be calm, wise and serious, but not before he has gone past youth.

He is pretty impatient, but liberal with money and material things. Frankness, lack of stability, fear of physical pain, optimism and impulsiveness are some of the basic Aries characteristics. One of the warmest and the most generous zodiac sign, Aries always prefers fame to money. He may get extremely angry in a minute, but the anger seldom lasts for a long time. Aries people never nurse a grudge and completely forgive and forget. They will never let you know that they are hurt.

They are never shy of apologizing, but they will be hurt if you remember the harsh words they said in anger, but didn't mean. Gossip does not interest an Aries and for him, people are either black or white, without any shades of grey. There is one thing an Aries can never fall short of, conversation. He can speak about anything & everything under the sun. He lives in the present and is a realist, yet believes in miracles. Aries chase success, not waiting for it to fall in their lap, and don't accept defeat. Failure can never keep them down.

Most of the Aries people are involved in business or creative arts or are involved in planning and organization. If an Aries does something for you, don't forget to express your gratitude. Otherwise, he will be deeply hurt. However, that would not stop him from helping again. Aries usually stick to their opinion and won't listen to anything they do not believe. They have a contemplative side to their personality. The simplicity is blended with the blind passion of a born crusader. Aries is mentally strong and always one of the pioneers.
I must say, I like it. Especially the crusader part. If only I had a sword like the Prince of Persia ... I would turn the sands of time to ... never mind.

A right-margin calculation shows an estimated 60% match between my perception of self and what is said. Could be a pure coincidence. Nevertheless, I felt a strong urge to believe all of the above (though I managed to dispel the thought quick enough). My guess is "prior" is a basic ingredient of human intellect, and once events start matching prior, our rationale shapes itself to fit it nice and snug. Why do rational being like us do it? I don't think it is our weakness as many claim - I think this is just what "prior" is (don't click the link unless you are interested in a philosophical treatment of Bayesian Inferencing - an interpretation of probability which assumes "prior" is an integral part of reality).

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Where lost the simplest behind the legion of uncommons

সাধারন মেয়ে - রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর

আমি অন্তঃপুরের মেয়ে,
চিনবে না আমাকে।
তোমার শেষ গল্পের বইটি পড়েছি, শরৎবাবু ,
'বাসি ফুলের মালা'।
তোমার নায়িকা এলোকেশীর মরন দশা ধরেছিল
পঁয়ত্রিশ বছর বয়সে।
পঁচিশ বছর বয়সের সংগে ছিল তার রেশারেশি---
দেখলেম তুমি মহদাশয় বটে,
জিতিয়ে দিলে তাকে।।

নিজের কথা বলি।
বয়স আমার অল্প।
একজনের মন ছুঁয়েছিল
আমার এই কাঁচা বয়সের মায়া।
তাই জেনে পুলক লাগলো আমার দেহে----
ভুলে গিয়েছিলেম অত্যন্ত সাধারণ মেয়ে আমি,
আমার মত এমন আছে হাজার হাজার মেয়ে,
অল্প বয়সের মন্ত্র তাদের যৌবনে।।

তোমাকে দোহাই দেই,
একটি সাধারন মেয়ের গল্প লেখো তুমি।
বড়ো দুঃখ তার।
তারও স্বভাবের গভীরে
অসাধারণ যদি কিছু তলিয়ে থাকে কোথাও
কেমন করে প্রমাণ করবে সে--
এমন কজন মেলে যারা তা ধরতে পারে!
কাঁচা বয়সের জাদু লাগে ওদের চোখে,
মন যায় না সত্যের খোঁজে--
আমরা বিকিয়ে যাই মরীচিকার দামে।।

কথাটা কেন উঠল তা বলি।
মনে করো, তার নাম নরেশ।
সে বলেছিল, কেউ তার চোখে পড়েনি আমার মতো।
এতবড়ো কথাটা বিশ্বাস করব যে সাহস হয় না,
না করব যে এমন জোর কই।।

একদিন সে গেল বিলেতে।
চিঠিপত্র পাই কখনো বা ।
মনে মনে ভাবি, রাম রাম, এত মেয়েও আছে সে দেশে,
এত তাদের ঠেলাঠেলি ভিড়!
আর, তারা কি সবাই অসামান্য--
এত বুদ্ধি এত উজ্জ্বলতা!
আর, তারা সবাই কি আবিষ্কার করেছে এক নরেশ সেনকে
স্বদেশে যার পরিচয় চাপা ছিল দশের মধ্যে।।

গেল মেল্‌’এর চিঠিতে লিখেছে,
লিজির সঙ্গে গিয়েছিল সমুদ্রে নাইতে
(বাংগালি কবির কবিতার ক লাইন দিয়ছে তুলে,
সেই যেখানে ঊর্বশী উঠছে সমুদ্র থেকে)
তার পরে বালির 'পরে বসল পাশাপাশি----
সামনে দুলছে নীল সমুদ্রের ঢেউ,
আকাশে ছড়ানো নির্মল সুর্যালোক।
লিজি তাকে খুব আস্তে আস্তে বললে,
‘এই সেদিন তুমি এসেছ, দুদিন পরে যাবে চ'লে---
ঝিনুকের দুটি খোলা,
মাঝখানটুকু ভরা থাক্‌
একটি নিরেট অশ্রুবিন্দু দিয়ে,
দুর্লভ, মূল্যহীন।‘
কথা বলবার কী অসামান্য ভঙ্গী!
সেই সঙ্গে নরেশ লিখেছে,
‘কথাগুলি যদি বানানো হয় দোশ কী,
কিন্তু চমৎকার--
হীরে-বসানো সোনার ফুল কি সত্য, তবুও কি সত্য নয়?’

বুঝিতেই পারছ
একটা তুলনার সংকেত ওর চিঠিতে একটা অদৃশ্য কাঁটার মতো
আমার বুকের কাছে বিধিয়ে দিয়ে জানায়--
আমি অত্যন্ত সাধারন মেয়ে।
মূল্যবানকে পুরো মূল্য চুকিয়ে দেই
এমন ধন নেই আমার হাতে।
ওগো, না হয় তাই হল,
না হয় ঋনীই রইলেম চিরজীবন।।

পায়ে পড়ি তোমার, একটা গল্প লেখো তুমি শরৎবাবু,
নিতান্ত সাধারন মেয়ের গল্প--
যে দূর্ভাগিনীকে দূরের থেকে পাল্লা দিতে হয়
অন্তত পাঁচ-সাতজন অসামান্যার সঙ্গে--
অর্থাৎ সপ্তরথিনীর মার।
বুঝে নিয়েছি আমার কপাল ভেঙ্গেছে,
হার হয়েছে আমার।
কিন্তু, তুমি যার কথা লিখবে
তাকে জিতিয়ে দিয়ো আমার হয়ে--
পড়তে পড়তে বুক যেন ওঠে ফুলে।
ফুলচন্দন পড়ুক তোমার কলমের মুখে।।

তাকে নাম দিয়ো মালতী
ওই নামটা আমার ।
ধরা পড়বার ভয় নেই।
এমন অনেক মালতী আছে বাংলাদেশে,
তারা সবাই সামান্য মেয়ে,
তারা ফরাসি জর্মান জানে না ,
কাঁদতে জানে।।

কী করে জিতিয়ে দেবে?
উচ্চ তোমার মন, তোমার লেখনী মহীয়সী।
তুমি হয়তো ওকে নিয়ে যাবে ত্যাগের পথে
দুঃখের চরমে, শকুন্তলার মত।
দয়া করো আমাকে।
নেমে এস আমার সমতলে।
বিছানায় শুয়ে শুয়ে রাত্রির অন্ধকারে
দেবতার কাছে যে অসম্ভব বর মাগি
সে বর আমি পাব না,
কিন্তু পায় যেন তোমার নায়িকা।
রাখো-না কেন নরেশকে সাত বছর লন্ডনে,
বারে বারে ফেল করুক তার পরীক্ষায়,
আদরে থাক আপন উপাসিকামন্ডলীতে।

ইতিমধ্যে মালতী পাশ করুক এম.এ.
কলকাতা বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ে,
গণিতে প্রথম হোক তোমার কলমের এক আঁচড়ে।
কিন্তু, ওই খানেই যদি থামো
তোমার সাহিত্যসম্রাট নামে পড়বে কলংক।
আমার দশা যাই হোক,
খাটো কোরো না তোমার কল্পনা--
তুমি তো কৃপন নও বিধাতার মতো।

মেয়েটাকে দাও পাঠিয়ে য়ুরোপে।
সেখানে যারা জ্ঞানি, যারা বিদ্বান, যারা বীর,
যারা কবি, যারা শিল্পী, যারা রাজা,
দল বেঁধে আসুক ওর চার দিকে।
জ্যোতির্বিদের মতো আবিষ্কার করুক ওকে---
শুধু বিদুষী ব’লে নয়, নারী ব’লে;
ওর মধ্যে যে বিশ্ববিজয়ী জাদু আছে
ধরা পড়ুক তার রহস্য--মূঢ়ের দেশে নয়--
যে দেশে আছে সমজদার, আছে দরদি,
আছে ইংরেজ, জর্মন, ফরাসি।

মালতীর সম্মানের জন্য সভা ডাকা হোক-না--
বড় বড় নামজাদার সভা।
মনে করা যাক সেখানে বর্ষণ হচ্ছে মুষুলধারে চাটুবাক্য,
মাঝখান দিয়ে সে চলেছে অবহেলায়
ঢেউয়ের উপর দিয়ে যেন পালের নৌকা।
ওর চোখ দেখে ওরা করছে কানাকানি--
সবাই বলছে, ভারতবর্ষের সজল মেঘ আর উজ্জ্বল রৌদ্র
মিলেছে ওর মোহিনী দৃষ্টিতে।
(এইখানে জানান্তিকে বলে রাখি,
সৃষ্টিকর্তার প্রাসাদ সত্যই আছে আমার চোখে।
বলতে হল নিজের মুখেই--
এখনো কোনো য়ুরোপীয় রসজ্ঞের
সাক্ষাৎ ঘটে নি কপালে।।)
নরেশ এসে দাঁড়াক সেই কোনে,
আর তার সেই অসামান্য মেয়ের দল।।

আর, তার পরে?
তারপরে আমার নটেশাকটি মুড়োল।
স্বপ্ন আমার ফুরোল।
হায় রে সামান্য মেয়ে,
হায় রে বিধাতার শক্তির অপব্যয়।।

PS: Thanks to S. for reminding me of this extraordinary rendering of a very common story of a very ordinary girl. A wonderful poem "Common girl" by Rabindranath Tagore. A translation by Amit Kumar Dutta.

Friday, June 10, 2011


I just thought of an awesome plan for myself. It requires an awful lot of $$$money$$$ ... which is of course okay since most awesome plans require an awesome wallet.

When I will have a lot of money (which I plan to gather by taking up a side job of private tution), I will build a chateau on top of Mount Everest, or Mount Kanchenjunga if Everest turns out to some kind of World Heritage Site. I need internet access (any decent broadband will do) ... this needs a separate action plan comprising of a hefty investment and fight with customer care for installation at high altitude. With a huge stock of pen and paper to invent theorems and a binocular to watch clouds, life will simply be cool up there.

It will be my personal Manderley. Guests will not be allowed. Except in Feb and March- these are the months nightmares go live - and guests will be allowed to pay handsome amount to experience horror.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

I fixed his computer (before he moved to the White side)

2005, IAP - I am the one who was doing what he used to do best ... eat!

IEEE Computer Society
Undergraduate Teaching Awards

2011 Recipient: Benjamin J' Hescott
For making computer science accessible to a broad spectrum of students through his energy, enthusiasm, and dedication to teaching.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

first saw with daveyc

A great support. A friend in need. Demure, yet dainty.
Charming. What would I do without it?

My Kindle and last 6 months

Sunday, March 27, 2011

sick, tired an sleepless with no one else to shine for

The remote of my TV accidentally got pressed to a news channel which was, at that moment, covering recent budget announcements in India and how it is going to make hotels, upscale restuarants and medical tests expensive. For a paltry 300 odd seconds, I got teleported to some years ago when I lived on news about politics, economics, science and technology. But after 5 minutes of watching TV news after ... after years ... my recent reluctance to curious interests took over. I turned the TV off, dimmed the light and retired to tedious analysis of entropy for Boolean circuits.

It has been years since I have watched the news, read the newspaper, listened to a Bengali song or watched an Indian movie. I don't even know if Slashdot exists anymore. Or which is the next Apple-killer on the blogosphere? I have focussed solely on the easy cycle of work-eat-sleep and that's how I am still standing in my shoes.

Recently, someone tried to talk me into the India's cricket cup World Cup performance. I think had India lost or something the day before. Me, I don't even know who are on the team India payroll for the last dozen quarters. I painfully looked at his enthusiasm and whispered, “Good luck”.
When I find myself in times of trouble,
mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom,
let it be... (Let It Be - by The Beatles)
Price of A/C hotels is going to increase by such and such. Why do I care? Let it be - it's such a life-saver.

I will write at some point how work is a great medication. It's lousy and irksome. But take it with spoonful of thou-shall-not-think, and it works magic.

PS: The title is a from a nice song by the The Cardigans.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

If I be the Antagonist

Success vs. Failure Huge vs. TinyCraft vs. Destruction
      Bound vs. Liberated
Purpose vs. Futility    Love vs. Despair  Death vs.  Eternity

Maybe there is no protagonist in real life!

A few poems of Emily Dickinson
(stanzas of poems are merged together)
HE ate and drank the precious words,  
His spirit grew robust;  
He knew no more that he was poor,  
Nor that his frame was dust.  
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings  
Was but a book. What liberty  
A loosened spirit brings!

'Twas such a little — little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'Twas such a gallant — gallant sea
That beckoned it away!
'Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
That licked it from the Coast —
Nor ever guessed the stately sails
My little craft was lost!

SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible.
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.