Monday, January 06, 2014

The Night Sky

I am not a humble person. I know what I am - my merits and my drawbacks - and I don't consider humility to be a virtue. It is as bad to put oneself in an inferior position relative to others as it is to feel superior. But there is one thing that fills me with awe and instills in me humbleness, that is the night sky.

I don't know if there is anything more fascinating than the night sky. Possibly because it is "out of the Earth" that is why it fills us with wonder. From time immemorial, the stars and the moon have been there as a companion to humankind. The cave dwellers would sit outside at night and look up to the skies. They'd imagine patterns in the stars and think they can see animals - lion, dogs, bears. "The legends of Greece and Rome" was one of my favorite books as a kid and I read stories about a mama bear and her cub who are Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, about the heroes Hercules and Perseus, stories of Andromeda, her parents the queen Cassiopeia and king Cepheus....they are all in the sky and there are the stories that say why they are there. Our own Indian mythology also has the exact same constellations, but of course with different names. It must be that there was a central hub where the stories got told first and then they branched with the nomadic tribes, one who crossed the Himalayas and came to India and the other going towards Europe.

On one hand the stars fire up our imagination and on the other it challenges us to the problems of physics. All the ancient scientists and mathematicians had found the night sky to be a wealth of knowledge. Why do some "stars" wander while others stay still? Why are some constellations visible all throughout the year while some others rise and set? Why do the Sun and the Moon rise and set at different times? These questions have been intriguing and the answers to them can be found in astronomy.

My journey in astronomy started very early, when I was six. I think that was one thing I started liking quite naturally...without anyone telling me about it much. I read picture books, looked at pictures of the solar system and of the moon...I liked the planets but the stars were much more interesting. When I was around twelve, our daily newspaper started a column about astronomy every week. They would feature a star and write about its specialty. I started collecting those and pasting them to my scrapbook. Later I expanded those to not just include stars, but anything from the space. I covered the Leonid Meteor showers of 1998 in great details, actually writing an article for my scrapbook. Slowly friends and family got interested and they gave me interesting newspaper clippings to file too.

By the time I was in college, I knew a lot about the constellations that I could see from the smoggy skies of Calcutta, added to which was light pollution and high rise buildings. For the entire part of my life at home, I never for once had seen the North Star because our dear old neighborhood hospital hid it completely from my view. My mom tried to show me Orion's belt and the big dipper, but as I didn't wear glasses at that time, I couldn't see any of those stars. My mentor Devakalpa-da was practically my first teacher of astronomy. He showed me the constellations, explained what the pointer stars are and gave me a wealth of information about the stars, their names, the colors, if there are binary stars, what is the significance behind the summer and winter triangles...even now when I look up to the stars I remember those all. My uncle Kakabhai was another person with whom I'd stargaze. With my tiny binocular, we would go up to the terrace on summer evenings and try to find comets (I remember Hale-Bopp visible right beside the nursing home walls) and UFOs and figure out many mysteries of the outer space. I wonder at Kakabhai's patience at times. To hear me talk at length can really be an ordeal at times, but he never complained and actually listened to my crazy stories (I remember making up a story at run time while building a sand castle and telling him that while he was gardening and he was truly following the story, asking questions and all) and later my science lectures with the same interest. Probably it is my most favorite subject but I never had any chance to have a formal lesson. So is the structure of our coursework! Without the formal lessons I had no idea about the differences between right ascension and declination and didn't know why a synodial day differs from a sidereal day!

Thanks to free knowledge, I did enroll in a college level introductory astronomy course last year. When full fledged mathematics gets in stargazing, the subject becomes super difficult but most fascinating. I have never much seen more difficult mathematical problems, but I have never seen anything that makes more sense either. Once you blend the authenticity of mathematics with the heavenly bodies, you'll see how simple it becomes to explain the Sun's behavior, rising and setting of stars and even behavior of comets. After all it's always been humans who deduced everything!

I have again started to brush up on my astronomy skills. I borrowed a book from our local library and have been calculating the Sun's motion yesterday. My new astronomy buddy is Arnab and armed with a stargazing app on his phone, I am still continuing my after dinner night sky watch. 

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Indian subcontinent

Guarded by The Himalayas from the West, North and East and by the three seas bordering the peninsula, the Indian subcontinent is a unique place on Earth. Rakesh Sharma once mentioned that when he was out in space, the way the Earth rotated, they would always see India from the South up, and it seemed that the landmass came out from the blue seas. The golden Thar desert, lush green Ganga-Yamuna-Indus-Branhmaputra plains, purple mountain ranges... that is home. Yes it is, but the problem is we have put pencil marks on the map and have partitioned this landmass into multiple countries and those too, fighting neighbors.

Recently I was reading Aravinda de Silva's autobiography. Other than the information about cricket, I also got to know about the culture of Sri Lanka when he was growing up, back in the 70s and 80s. Even though that was a decade or two before my time, I could very well relate to that life where academics is of supreme importance and in the middle class family where the father is a salaried professional, your main focus in life is to get good grades in school and get a decent job.

A couple of days back, I watched the Pakistani drama called Dhoop Kinare once again after 1996. It is one of the best things I have ever watched on TV. I faintly remembered the story line after all these years, but now of course I understood the whole thing much more than in '96. Also, thanks to Bollywood movies, my Hindi skills have improved so understanding Urdu is not very difficult. The first thing that came to my mind while watching this serial was that - the people all look so normal! The way they talk, behave, think all seems to reflect the culture I was brought up in. Where fathers urge their children to take up science instead of fine arts, where a mother's unfulfilled dream is pushed on her daughter (it might not be right, but we know how it works), where junior doctors stand up when their supervisor enters the room and of course if they do something wrong they are scolded quite harshly by their superior as well.

All the countries in the sub continent have the exact same history, the same culture and the same taste. Is there a single person in South Asia who doesn't like cricket or Bollywood movies? Why do we forget all the things that unite us and only concentrate on the differences? Those differences are man made too. We act like zombies under our political leads and create fake images of the "enemy country" and then hate them. We never think that 65 years back we were just the same. A Bangladeshi friend of mine once asked a Malayli common friend that how come I and the Malayli guy belong to one nation when we have nothing in common whereas the Bangladeshi girl is a foreigner to me. When Navjyot Singh Sidhu and Inzamam-ul-Haque started quarreling in Punjabi, Tendulkar didn't understand a word! This is what it is like in the sub continent.

Outside our region, here in the US, anyone from South Asia reminds me of home. We go to buy Bangladeshi fish from a Pakistani store! In London, the way we were treated at a Bangladeshi restaurant made us feel like we have gone home. There have been many incidents where people from my neighboring countries have shown greater hospitality to me than my own fellow countrymen. It is so foolish of us to try dwell on the negatives and hatred instead of trying to live peacefully.

My mom says that when we have those peace missions, instead of sending ambassadors and political people, we should send normal middle class working families in exchange programs. They should go find out for themselves that nothing changes when you cross the border. Splitting up a nation doesn't do good to anyone. We lost so many lives, made millions of people leave their homes, made refugees out of well to do families and fought so many wars. All of us suffered and we are still suffering... we will continue to until we figure out that what we are fighting for is so trivial in the grand scheme of things.


PS: And it's not just South Asia. If you peep a little over the boundaries you'll see how similar the entire East is. Arnab has an old co-worker who signs his emails to Arnab as - "your friend from across the Himalayas." It is all in the mind. If you can open your mind and heart to strangers and accept them without any condition, not only will you enrich your own life, but you'll cast a positive influence all around.



Thursday, December 19, 2013

Inspiration

Even for the most internally motivated person, there comes times when some amount of inspiration infused from the outer world seems to do good. It does for me... I take up many challenges, some are of that magnitude which requires me to come a lot out of my regular life (comfort zone) but it is in my nature and I like myself for that. However, commitments really start to fade the motivation out of you when you start facing the practicalities of life. That is the time when the added inspiration keeps you on track. I turn to songs, poetry and biographies for this and there are a few people whose lives and works never ever fail to accelerate me in my path. This article is going to be a thanksgiving to these people for helping me keep doing the things which at times sap my energy out.

Swamiji, Vidyasagar, Nazrul and Netaji. If these people cannot inspire someone then I have a big doubt who can...

Sometimes the inhibition to get up and do something comes from inside. That is when I can't find any energy and feel like a total slacker. Then I think about the work that is left to do and how little time the entire human lifespan is to finish those. Luckily, nowadays I am getting better at this and I don't really waste any time doing *nothing*. It is easier to control my own self than trying to control others. The next problem is worse. That is when I try to do something but other things come in the way, be it people with their negative mentalities, damp blankets who just can't be motivated to do something or worse still work cultures (read the lack of it) that always tend to procrastinate tasks.

I have seen that in small scale when whatever cause you ask people to come out and help with, they don't. You ask them to foster kittens, they say - I don't have space. You ask them to teach kids, they say - I don't have time or it won't work that way. Then you say, ok donate some money to help homeless animals, they say - I would have done if it was for homeless people.... or they finally give you a tiny amount saying "can't afford much, I recently did this this and this and I don't have much money to spend" and then you see them posting on Facebook the designer clothes they have bought. I have asked myself countless times - why am I spending my time and energy on these things? Honestly, it is very stressful. What would these actions bring me? The kittens I fostered never would thank me. The babies who receive my crocheted blankets would never know me. The wildlife I try to protect doesn't have any idea of my existence. Then why? That is when I think the people I mentioned above talk to me through their writings and biographies. Vidyasagar never fought for educating girls thinking about how or if we would ever thank him. My current life has been enriched by him, but that by no means did bring any good to him. Netaji didn't fight for his own freedom. He could have become an ICS and led a life of luxury. He fought for OUR freedom, for a country which has shamelessly forgotten him within six decades. 

I have recently taken up another endeavor of teaching English to some middle school kids in an orphanage in rural Bengal. I think this is a test of my patience. It is disappointing when you hear them saying - oh yes we will do it for sure - and then nothing is done! Then I think that just to get Skype up I am facing this, what hurdles did Netaji have to overcome when he motivated Indians to come join the Azad Hind Fauj! That is when Nazrul's lines like - 

কাণ্ডারী! তুমি ভুলিবে কি পথ? ত্যজিবে কি পথ মাঝ?
করে হানাহানি, তবু চল টানি, নিয়াছ যে মহা ভার.. suddenly start making more sense than they did in my school days.

It is not easy, definitely not. The more you think, the more problems you uncover. The more you will find out about deplorable inhuman conditions that people live in. It makes me feel terrible and on top of that since I can't really do anything magical to bring free education to everyone, send all kids to school or spay/neuter all stray animals, I really does bother me a lot. But I do need to keep my focus and keep on doing as much as I can... call it serving my fellowmen following what Christ told us to, sharing what I have (knowledge, wealth, positive thoughts) or Swamiji's Karmayoga, I don't care. What I care about is physically doing something myself that will bring about some positive changes. 




Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Holiday favorites

Right after Thanksgiving, I get into the holiday mood for Christmas. This year as Thanksgiving was at the tail end of November it was even more obvious and we set up our Christmas tree on the Saturday after Thanksgiving :) Here's a list of my random favorites like always but this one is going to be holiday themed...

1. Favorite tree for Christmas - Noble fir... (but Douglas fir smells the best)

2. Favorite tree topper - Star!!!

3. Favorite decoration style - Traditional with red, green and gold.

4. Favorite character from the nativity scene - angels.

5. Favorite carol - Hark, the Herald Angels sing! (Silent night is a close second).

6. Favorite cookie - plain old sugar cookies with colored sugar sprinkled over them.

7. Favorite cake - Plum cake (from Nahoum's of New Market in Calcutta - following our family tradition)

8. Favorite tree ornament - wooden cross with Mary and baby Jesus engraved on it.

9. Favorite decoration item - candles... I love candlelight!

10. Favorite Christmas story - A Christmas Carol.

The best thing about Christmas is the holiday spirit of giving and sharing your blessings with the less fortunate ones. Sometimes we tend to forget that especially in the huge glittery consumer's market, but we should try our best to remember what Jesus had actually preached and also remember "Christ" in Christmas.


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Disrupting the pink aisle

It is great but I am not surprised at the engineering toys for girls. Of course there is a mechanical engineer from Stanford behind it, who came up with the idea of inspiring girls from a very young age to get into engineering. Oh, did I mention that the CEO of GoldieBlox toys is a lady? Her name is Debbie Sterling.

When girls are submerged in pink and mauve shimmery things and their role model becomes Barbie or Princess Sophia, this "disrupting the pink aisle" video looks like a draft of fresh air. Take a look...



This reminds me of the innumerable afternoons I spent "experimenting" with muddy water, filtering them and then stirring water color into different glass cups and imagining them to be dangerous chemicals of my lab! Later, those changed to proper science projects with electric wires and batteries when I did electrolysis and copper coated a paper clip, made a nice pin-hole camera by sticking a magnifying glass to the pinhole and did experiments by overlapping colored lights. It is a pleasure to see principles of physics in action. Same about the mechano experiments where pulleys pull loads, electric fans move and motors rotate. Even creating simple circuits - bulbs in parallel and series connection and "see" how things work can make a big difference in someone's interest in science and technology.
I'm proud to belong to this class :)

Now that I have crossed all those stages and can spend my time working on cloud computing stuff, I understand how important it is to not stereotype science and technology as a boys' only thing. The best way is to start early with gender neutral toys, or rather not associating gender with toys. You go and get the one that interests you. That is the right thing to do. Then only we can increase the 11% women engineers to some respectable ratio.


Monday, November 18, 2013

Some things I am thankful for

As it is Thanksgiving in November, I like the practice of finding the things one is grateful for and write them down. Some people do it everyday as a journal, some do differently... but it is the same at the end. Here are some things I am thankful for.

A safe and happy childhood
With news of all sorts of child abuse showing up multiple times everyday all over the world, now I understand what security means to a child. It provides much more than happy childhood memories, it helps a person grow to a normal healthy human being. A baby who is loved, a child who feels happy in his home can grow up to become confident adults.

Pursuing my dreams
Be it a career or knitting a blanket, I generally get to do what I want to. And that is not negligible. There are millions of people all over the world who don't get a chance to do what they want to for various reasons. Some don't have the economic independence while others are swamped in the quick sand of society.

For a healthy body and mind
It is easy to overlook these things as granted. Only when you see someone who doesn't have these things then you realize what great gifts you have been given. The simple thing of an eyesight or having both legs of the same height can make a very big difference in a person's life. To think about what can happen when someone's mind is not healthy just overwhelms me.

A roof over my head and food on the table
... and that I didn't really have to fight for any of these.

The people I am surrounded with
 from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, professors, hair dresser, pet sitter....all the great, funny, hard working, honest, humble, smart, helpful people that I interact with on a daily basis. I love being with people and good ones make me love that even more.

My fur babies
...unless you love an animal, a part of you remains un-awakened. My fur babies have taught me so many things...they love unconditionally, simple things like a cardboard box or a tennis ball can make them happy beyond words. Just give them enough food, a cozy place and lots of love - that's all they need. Hmm...don't we also need such few things to survive?

My family
For supporting me to have everything I needed from day 1 to this moment... :)

PS: I'm also thankful for the armed forces and law enforcement people who keep us safe and the medical people who keep us alive :)

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

The Y-chromosome

I have written many posts on girls and women and how to emancipate them, blah blah... but since November (or Movember) is guys' month, I decided to write about men for a change. It will be very bad if from my other articles, people think that I kind of brand guys as mean or hateful. They are surely not so. Here's to the people in my life with the Y-chromosome. They also come in various relations, from father and uncles, husband, brother, brother-in-law, mischievous friends and classmates from South Point High School, equally mischievous friends from CIEM, crazy guys the world over at UAB, peers and managers at work, neighbors, teachers, cops who were my driving instructors... a bunch of men from all over the world who mean a lot to me!

When I see little boys playing (we have dozens of little boys in the neighborhood) it feels so strange and different to what we played with as kids. These boys are always play-fighting, they are running around with crossbows and guns, killing aliens and dinosaurs...I don't know it's so very different! One of my neighbor who has three boys said it's about one or more of the following things that his kids are interested in - cars, guns and dinosaurs! That's it! Now compare it to a girl - pink shimmery things, rhinestones, Hello Kitty, Princess Sophia or at least playing keep house, dressing up, tending to the teddies and attending tea parties! They are so different and that is the fun part.

An honest and hardworking guy is a great thing to have in your life. Girls, there are so many guys in your life who make you feel special - the brother who taught you to play cricket or the uncle who listened to all the silly stories you made up, the father with whom you first mowed your lawn, the grandfather who spoilt you with as many candies you wanted, the firefighter who came to help you when your office caught fire, the coworker who mentored you when you took on a challenging project, they all make the society a better place to live at. They love us, they care for us, they motivate us and as a whole enrich our lives with their silly pranks, heroic deeds, gentleness and companionship. Cherish the people with Y-chromosome, they are great :)