Sibling rivalry

The moment I enter the house in the evening, my son comes running to me. After I hug him and his dad says hi, he'll start cuddling and complaining about his elder sister. His sister will be upstairs at that time, so I go up to see her and she'll come running too... "Mooooom, you don't know what he did in the afternoon when I was napping. He thumped loudly on the door." That would start off her brother, "No Mom, I didn't thump loudly. I just wanted to wake her up!" "Wake me up?" my daughter would say in a sarcastic tone. "Mom, see he scratched my hand."
That said, they also have a lot of "unfairness" to complain about. My daughter is on a diet so she can't eat everything, whereas my son is a picky eater so I need to offer him varied food. That is "unfair" to my daughter. Also, since my daughter can eat only a few things, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I can offer her, which seems "unfair" to my son. Then comes their "mommy and me" and "daddy and me" time issues. Their dad plays rough with the boy, their cuddle time becomes more like wrestling, whereas when I'm with my daughter, she loves me grooming and petting her. However, my son is always "Mamma's boy" and my daughter is "Daddy's girl"!!


With May on the day she arrived

 Well, they don't need to be humans though...they are our furry four legged kids - Mota and May! Being felines does not mean they are exempt from sibling rivalry, nor does it mean they won't covet snuggle time with their human parents. True that we can't translate their conversations into Bengali or English (or for that matter any language that Google translator can help us with) but we can definitely get the idea behind their "meows" and "purrs".
It doesn't need much knowledge to understand what May's hisses mean when Mota starts meowing from outside the door the moment she settles down to have her fur brushed. Mota has an only child syndrome so he hates to share his parents with anyone else. May, on the other hand has a super strong personality (rather, catsonality) and she wants to make her position known to Mota. Also, May is 5 years Mota's senior.
Having two adult cats in the same household is not very easy, especially as they haven't been together since kittenhood and have very strong personalities.

Mota checking out my PlayBook

In the morning, Arnab would be up early to feed them. Cat food would outnumber human food in our fridge very soon. Same in the evening. Before fixing our dinner, I'd feed them (and Peanut Butter, if he's there too). Then there's play time for them and snuggle time also :-) Time to see their antics, cat fights, growls and hisses. Finally we say good night to May, Arnab gives her some bonito fish flakes, turns off the light in her room and she goes to sleep. Mota would be roaming around for a while then climb up our bed, sniff at my nose for a while (probably to make sure that his Mommy is ok) and curls up either on my pillow, or near my foot and calls it a night!!

Homo sapiens

Once upon a time, two LGM (Little Green Men) were having a conversation:

No wonder they underestimate us! I sometimes think if they (somewhere out there) are looking down (literally so) at us with amusement. Probably they are saying - wow! It took them millenia to invent a touch sensitive device? Or "they don't have a cure for cancer still?" Maybe! Who knows?

Carl Sagan's "Contact" is like Gospel to me. I swear by the book and live by it. So if, by chance SETI is successful I wouldn't be amazed. I like to imagine "someone from their planet" looking for us as well. We might not be the darlings of the Universe.

Have you ever introspected on where we stand as humans? We are small in size, don't have much physical strength (we can't fight off a gorilla), don't have claws or teeth sharp enough to even fight with a domestic cat, can't run like a cheetah, can't swim without having to learn, can't hear beyond a certain point (both up and down the scale), can't see in the dark (how many of us wear glasses?)...so we are an utter failure as a race.

Have you even seen the Cosmic Voyage at IMAX? It's a journey from the sub atomic particles to the cosmos. It's kind of like this. Where are we? Somewhere in the middle...not only thinking we are intelligent, but being arrogant enough to believe we are the only intelligent beings EVER!! That's being plain complacent. All the time fighting against one another for petty things, spending our entire lives on things that don't matter two pence on the scale of humanity.

When I hike up mountainous trails and suddenly stop on my tracks to look at the huge, snow covered Mt. Rainier in front, when I see the black half dome studded with stars, I feel humbled and proud, both! My favorite constellation - big dipper - reminds me of the questions that haunted us humans for which we found answers - and the ones that are challenging us as we delve deeper and deeper to gain more knowledge, to find the truth.

Yes, we are tiny beings in the Universe, but we have conquered a lot. Our mind can see what our eyes cannot. Big dipper would stay there for a long time as the heavenly question mark reminding us of the questions we will find answers for in the future!!

I love being a human.

Of morning coffee, grocery shopping, games of scrabble

I don't mean to scare young lovers, but "relationships are not always sunshine and cupcakes". When people are in love, they think that getting married is the final destination. As it is often depicted in novels and love stories and even fairy tales, how a couple goes through the journey and how they face obstacles (be it society, fighting families or an evil witch) on the way which they finally overcome and get married to live "happily ever after".

Simple, huh? Well not really...

"...to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part."

Sounds nice but the actual life is much different. Wedding vows do not include crabbiness after coming home late and finding there's no dinner ready. They don't take into account fights over whose turn it is to clean the cat's (or cats') litter! Nor even which footbal team you are shouting for. Readings from 1 Corinthians 13:4 would not tell you how to keep calm when your wife's driving the car (yes, yes, I can see when the traffic light turns green)!! These are ALL included in the vows of life...

I don't quite know much about "holy matrimony" as I've seen quite a few marriages turning sour or continuing without much involvement from either spouse. I don't even know what part love plays in the whole concept, because if there is love then why do love-marriages break? Where does the love fly off to? Also, love can grow in arranged marriages. There are so many couples out there who were practically married to "strangers" (what else can you call someone in an arranged marriage?) but are living happily for 40, 50, 60 years and bringing up grandkids now :-) So everything is possible!

Another thing people talk about is compromise. I don't see the need of that either. I'm not saying that I don't compromise (people have differing opinions about me, though) but I wouldn't want to compromise in a marriage. I should be able to be my own self. That includes my positives and negative. (Well, my husband should know those before he decided to propose me.) If I compromise, that means I'm stopping myself from doing something that I love to and that brings in disappointment and frustration. Change is needed for the betterment but not to please anyone else!

What I like in being married is having a friend for 24X7 to share the wildest of silly jokes, play chess (scrabble, chinese checkers, whatever...), having a partner to camp out with, snuggle with the furry kids, read good books and talk...with a cup of coffee in the morning or on our 40min drive to work...just plain conversation about anything and everything that I want to talk about... 

Happiness is not really being married to your best friend, but it's about finding your best friend in your marriage...

My teenage hero

I was feeling drowsy at work. There's nothing unusual about it though as I always feel sleepy at around 10-11 in the morning. So I grabbed a tea bag from the kitchen and came back to my desk. Reading through requirements and finding those places that need test coverage, I was sipping that black Ceylon tea from my huge blue mug when in my mind I was trancended to a March evening of 1996.

It was that time when I fell in love for the first time!

Like many people not realizing that they were in love when they first saw that "special person", I didn't realize it too. I considered him as an enemy when he came, burdened with the responsibility of pulling through when his team was floundering. I was happy in an evil way!

However, after watching his batting that evening, his calm disposition amidst crushing pressure, wielding his kookaburra for cover drives, square cuts and sweeps and sending the ball over to the boundary countless number of times, he won the hearts of Calcuttans but he was yet to win me!!

That came 4 days later at the Gadaffi stadium in Lahore. I was still hating him. I wanted him to get out on 99. I was still a little evil. His not out century and an outstanding 3/42 finally bowled me over and I became his fan from the next day....

Well, no points for guessing... he is Aravinda de Silva from Sri Lanka...the magician with his kookaburra wand.

From the later part of 1996, I started following Aravinda de Silva's matches with great interest. I have never seen the "playing to the galleries" batsman who was aptly nicknamed Mad Max, but I witnessed the anchor who was surely Mr. Dependable. Coming to the crease at one wicket down, I have seen his stable performances in countless matches. I remember the Singer Cup series where he remained unbeaten in the entire tournament. One sultry summer evening in May, I was lucky enough to belong to those 80,000 spectators at the Eden Gardens. It was the 2nd final of Pepsi Independence Cup between Pakistan and Sri Lanka. Even though India was not in the finals, that didn't stop cricket crazy Calcuttans from filling up the stands. I saw de Silva's strokes hitting the ball to the ropes and I gave a standing ovation on his half century!! That is surely an evening to remember.

My next experience was a little way off. I received de Silva's mailing address from a distant relative of mine and wrote him a letter. Months after posting it, when I was about to forget the whole thing, I received a letter. It was a hand written letter from HIM!! He sent me an autographed photo of himself and has written, besides other things that his dad lived in Calcutta for a while and went to St. Xavier's college there! I have got the letter laminated :-)

Finally, with time, I grew out of the ardent admirer that I was in my teens. Last year in April, I even supported India against Sri Lanka for the World Cup final. (I used to support SL for many years because of de Silva, yes I know I was a traitor, but everything's fair in love and war, right?) I even lost the charm for cricket a lot due to not watching it for many years and also because of the new T-20s and IPLs which I'm not much familiar with. However, when I found de Silva's autobiography on Amazon, I bought it! It was shipped from the UK (of course! Who in the US would want to read it?) and cost 28 pounds, but I had to get it. It's the book of my dreams....

I miss de Silva's match winning performances, I miss the shots that neatly bisected fielders and hurled the ball towards the boundary, I miss the days when his kookaburra ruled the 22 yards, but I'll cherish the memories forever... he'll always be my first love from my teeny-tweeny days :-)

The power of nothing!

I realized this at the start of Superbowl this evening, but this has got nothing to do with football :-) Well, it's not a riddle, I was amazed at the invention of zero. The connection is quite subtle though, Arnab and I were trying to decipher what XLVI stands for. I am thinking of creating an app that would convert Roman numerals to decimal and vice versa.

Imagine a world without decimal numbers! In "One, two, three to infinity" Gamow says of writing 8732 in Roman numerals and in Egyptian numerals. Can you think of doing even the simplest calculations in that way? The Roman general pictured in Gamow's masterpiece was told to write one million and he had hardly been able to write a hundred thousand with those countless M's. (M = 1000 in Roman). What a plight for that poor soul who didn't know about the existence of zero!

It is hard to imagine a world without zero, but it's even harder to think of what zero is. It is a symbol to mean absence, null. Sitting right or left of any digit, it makes hell and heaven difference, so huge is its power! And yet, by itself, it is NOTHING!

Gazing towards the last rays of the golden sun streaming in through some clouds, I am trying to imagine of the vastness and yet the non-existance of zero. The symbol that is undefined, the symbol that has pushed us humans a long way in the scientific world.... that is the power of nothing!!