Let's say no to convention and build an elasticopter

 “Dude! I’m done with this. Let’s do some real research. Look at these reconfigurable drones. How cool they are!”, he said to me when we were doing a course assignment together. That’s when an imagination transformed into a creation. Or at least that’s when it started.

I was pretty new to research back then. I was juggling between vision, path planning and control. When he proposed this idea to build reconfigurable drones to me, my mind was fixed to it and all I did after that was to get myself equipped with the skills, knowledge and experience that would be required to work on it.

His vision was clear. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. He would call me out for a walk and initiate a discussion about how cargo carrying is so inefficient with existing drones. We would start brainstorming about the possible mechanisms that would solve the problem. We would go deeper and try to visualise the challenges that would arise while using our hypothetical mechanisms. Most of the time, we would come up with exaggerated ideas to solve almost all problems with the human race. A lot of laughter and happy moments would follow after every discussion.

We approached our supervisor immediately and proposed the idea. He was skeptical initially because he could see the level of dedication and perseverance required to realise such a project. He didn’t give us an assured go until Suraj demonstrated a toy model to visualize his idea. From that moment on, he had been one of the most supportive people towards this work.

There had been sleepless nights ever since then. Everyday would start with the implementation of a new idea, go on with constant arguments about which approach to proceed, and end with finding a new problem in the implementation. We used to window shop in all online electronics stored and then walk to the nearby gully to buy their inexpensive alternates. Our day wouldn’t end well, if we hadn’t told each other, “Stop scamming”. In fact, some days literally didn’t end. We had been sleep deprived for weeks trying to fix major problems.

It took a while to understand each other’s strengths and distribute the workload between us. When everything was at its peak, Covid also reached its peak. So, we had to take a pause. It wasn’t a comfortable pause to me. Restlessness and anxiety delayed my progress completely. However, he recovered from all his problems quite soon and focussed completely on getting the elasticopter (Roll Credits!!!) up and running.

For months he had to take a double shift and compensate for all the work that was lagging in my absence. I might have never had the courage, motivation, or determination to accomplish such a mammoth task alone. One fine morning, he called me and said, “I am ready to take it to air. Get ready to celebrate our success”. That and a few other doses of motivation helped me to recover from my slack and resume the pending works.

It was weird to access a camera fixed on the lab and his laptop screen from my home, and implement localization and control for the drone. It scared the visitors in my house, who saw a masked man handling mechanical objects in a closed room through the low resolution camera stream. That’s probably my best experience during the pandemic. When we finalised the localization system, the country opened interstate transport, which enabled me to get back to the research center.

We experienced a set of adventures carrying drones from the lab to various places inside the campus to test it. The stares of visitors, who saw our adventures were unforgettable. I knew back then that they wouldn’t be surprised to read about the project in newspapers. And now it is on everyone’s Google feed thanks to the support of IIIT’s incubation center, in which he had registered his startup.

Most exciting part about these news articles is our supervisor’s comment on the project. Back when we took one of his courses, he used to praise one of his former students, who had worked on a revolutionary project more than ten years ago. He said, “Once in a while, we get people like this, who go beyond what others can imagine. I am fortunate to have had him in the lab”. After the class, I told Suraj, “When the elasticopter starts flying, he is gonna tell the same about you”. But back then I never imagined that he would be telling a similar statement to the news media.

It has been a wonderful journey. It often reminds me of my favourite digital art. Please take a look at it. Follow your dreams. They do come true when you put your heart and soul into them.

Scene 24: Ashok ruined it

From Abinaya's perspective

"I am on my way", I said and cut the call. Pushkar, the second guy, whom my mom asked to meet for a wedding proposal. During those meetings I realised how idiotic I had been to not find a loving partner myself. This matrimony based system was so dumb. I had to meet and talk with all types of random idiots and reject them.

It wouldn't be appropriate to use a plural because till then I had met only one person, that stupid Ashok. He simply acted creepy. Probably he had the qualities of all types of idiots that I felt that I had met too many idiots at once.

I was hoping that at least this date wouldn't get ruined like the previous one. "One ruined date was more than enough", I thought. My mind continued, "No. This is not a date. It is an engagement meeting. No. It could be a proposal meeting. Or simply a coffee time. Or something. One horrible something was more than enough". With that thought I reached the entrance of the cafe. It was a huge one, larger than the one, where I went to meet Ashok. Geographically it was on the opposite side of that cafe. So, I was hoping that everything there would be much different.

When I parked my car, I realized that I was five minutes early. I remembered how I went in the last time with all the hopes of meeting a sweet person, who could carry himself like a real man, who would muscular and tough outside, sweet and soft inside. All I got was Ashok, the complete opposite of my expecations. He had zero discipline, zero communication skills; He wasn't even punctual. He should have waited for me. "Why would a girl has to wait for a man", I asked myself. 

My phone was ringing. "Where is he", I looked around without getting out of the car. All I could see was the wall of the parking lot and cars on both sides. I took the phone and as I guessed, it was Pushkar. I answered it.

"Abinaya! I am in parking lot. I will be there in five minutes. Have you reached already", he asked. I paused for a moment and said, "I am yet to reach. I'll be there in fifteen minutes. There is heavy traffic here". He said, "No issues. Take your time. Hoping to have a delightful time with you" and hung up the phone. I burst out laughing immediately after he cut the call as I had successfully lied to someone and made him wait for me. It took a while for me to come back to normal.

"This guy is really sweet. He reached on time and knows how to be polite", I thought. I didn't know what to do for fifteen minutes, so I just lowered my head and started checking my Instagram feed. It was weird to think about how badass it was to deliberately lie to someone and make them suffer. I knew it was wrong but I badly needed that to overcome the previous experience.

After a while, I ran out of new feed in Instagram. I checked my watch and I still had about five minutes. "Oh! Let's prepare to do everything different this time. What did I do last time? I smiled at Ashok. Let me not do it. I initiated the conversation. Let him initiate it this time. Ok. Last time Ashok went straight to washroom. Should I try that? No. It would be awkward. Let me be normal. Am I getting nervous? Oh shit! I have been thinking here for a long time. What's the time now", I was thinking. My mind was already sending panic messages. I checked my phone. The time was 5:07. Still three minutes to 'late by ten minutes'.

I thought that my phone was showing the wrong time and checked my watch. It was showing the same time. For a moment it felt like time was going slow for me. It looked like it would take forever for the five minutes to pass. I started to yell out my thoughts, "why is the time stuck at 5 hours 7 minutes and 41 seconds, 42 seconds, 43 seconds. No. I mean 5 hours 8 minutes. Whatever. Why is it running slow? I just saw in Instagram that time is dependent on gravity. Am I in a gravity zone? What is wrong with everything around me". I was sweating a little out of anxiety.

The time was almost 5:10. I thought that it would anyways take some time to walk to the entrance and I prepared myself to exit the car. I checked my face and saw a few sweat drops. I let them be there so that it would look like I was really making an effort to rush as fast as possible and not deliberately making Pushkar wait. I opened the door. The adjacent car was too close for me to get out. "Oh God! Why are you spoiling it again", I yelled. I closed the door and moved out to the other side with a lot of trouble. I opened the door and got out. I locked the door and really rushed to the entrance.

When I was nearing the entrance, I looked through the transparent door to find where Pushkar was sitting. I couldn't find him from that distance and I was growing impatient. I moved even faster only to be stopped by a muscular hand of a man standing near the door. "Abinaya! No need to rush. I am Pushkar", a voice came out of the man.

I looked at his face and I was speechless. He really waited near the door for me. He was tall and fit with trimmed beard and moustache. His hair was gelled and combed. I had never expected such a well-groomed man. I took a breathe and realised that I was standing too close to him. So, I stepped back.

"Are you alright", he asked and made sure I felt comfortable. "Take your breathe. We can go in any time. I had reserved a table for three hours", he said. Oh! He was really sweet. All my expectations about getting married were back again. I finally got my hope in a dream wedding. I just wished that it had been the first date (or that something).

My phone rang again. It was my friend Swathi this time. I kept it inside and signalled him to go in. He looked at my eyes and smiled. That was the cutest manly smile I had ever seen in my life. He kept making me speechless. "Answer the phone call and talk. I will wait", he said politely. I followed his words without thinking anything. I answered the call but I wasn't speaking. My concentration was on his face. He got the wrong signal out of it. "Oh! Am I disturbing? Let me turn the other side. Have your privacy", he said and turned away. I went two steps back and finally started to speak to her. She was speaking about her boyfriend. I was in no mood to listen to it. So I said, "Mein thoda busy hun. Will call you back" and cut the call.

I called Pushkar and signalled him that we could go in. "Sure?", he asked. I nodded and we went near the door. He was smiling at me casually and tried to pull the door. He couldn't. His eyes were on me trying to make me comfortable. Meanwhile I looked at the door sign and told him, "Push kar", because the door sign said "PUSH". "Ya", he replied thinking I was calling him. I just realised what just happened. My face turned serious and I yelled, "Oh God". He left the door and looked at me trying to understand what was happening.

There was a gigantic image of Ashok standing behind him and laughing at me. The imaginary Ashok pointed his finger at me and said, "See. You are just like me" and continued laughing. I was frowning at Ashok. Pushkar came near me and asked, "Is there a problem".

I looked at his innocent face and said, "Nothing. Why did you pull the door? You should have pushed it". He looked at the door sign and looked at me again. "Oh! Sorry. I forgot to notice it", he said as he opened the door. "Please come in", he said with all possible smile in his face.

The image of Ashok walked with us inside through the closed door. It was a similar seat facing the washroom. I started to think, "Oh no! It was going really well. Why did it take an U-turn? Why should Swathi call me at the wrong moment? Why should he insist me to answer the call? Why should she speak in Hindi? Why should he not look at the door sign? Why should the door even say PUSH? Why couldn't there be a two-way door? Why should there even be a door? The dream husband is sitting right before me and all I could think about is Ashok". I felt exhausted. He saw me getting tired and told, "No worries. Just make yourself comfortable".

I didn't focus on anything that was happening after that. My mood was off and Pushkar kept trying to make me feel better. For the first time, I got annoyed by politeness. I just wanted to go out from there. Whenever I gained confidence and looked at Pushkar, I could hear Ashok whispering near my ear, "Pushkar, please push kar". I didn't utter a single word while consuming the hot chocolate that he had ordered for me. His confidence was high, face was smiling, and energy was up the entire time.

After a while, he said, "Abinaya! I don't know why you feel so uncomfortable. It could be something personal. I don't want to ask you about it unless you want to talk about it". He expected me to reply but I was in no mood to reply. He continued, "However, this conversation is too one-sided. So, why don't you get back home and leave a message? When you are ready to talk, we can meet again".

I felt pathetic about me. I finally spoke, "Sorry Pushkar. I didn't intend to ruin this. In fact I was so happy to meet you but when you couldn't open the door...". I stopped it right there. He asked, "Was there a problem". I replied, "No no no. I can't explain you now. It has got nothing to do with you. Maybe you're right. I'll go home and text you. Or call you. Let's meet some other time. I am not usually like this. Please don't judge me based on what happened today".

"Ok. All good. It was wonderful to have met you. Hopefully we would meet soon", he said and stood up from his seat. He left some cash on the bill and waited for me to get up. He walked me to my car in the parking. There was a disturbing silence between us. When we reached the car, he said, "Don't worry. It is usual for people to get nervous and behave unusually during such meetings". "Or maybe act weird during such meetings", I replied. "Don't be too rough on you. It's OK", he said. I was about to say, "I wasn't talking about me. I was talking about Ashok" but fortunately I stopped and zipped my lips.

He waited till I got in my car and said, "Drive carefully. Text me when you reach". I smiled but in my mind I said, "Man! Don't be so sweet. I am no more impressed. This date or meeting or something is officially ruined. No. Ashok ruined it yet again".

How fake Tamil patriots are scamming about ancient science

We are living in an era where we have scientific solutions for almost all possible problems in our life. In fact, we are even thinking whether to proceed further with technology or to go back to traditional methods based on scientific arguments. However technology in the hands of ignorant people have paved way to mass spread of fake propogandas. Tamil politicians are experts in misusing the ignorance of people for their fake propoganda, especially in claiming ownership for all the modern scientific theories. The best example of this propoganda is the following image:

This meme claims that since Brahadeeswara temple (Thanjavur big temple) was built a thousand years ago on the basis of gravity. Hence, Newton shouldn't be credited for the universal theory of gravity. In case you are wondering what is wrong with this meme, here is a brief history of gravitational theory. Aristotle is said to have proposed the first definition for gravity in 4th century BCE. He believed that every object tend towards a point because of their inner gravitas (heaviness). Several other scientists have had their explanation of gravity. Even Indian scientists have understood that gravity as an attractive force in the early centuries of CE. 

This vague definition of gravity could be easily understood without any mathematical knowledge just by observing all the objects on the Earth. This understanding is more than enough to build temples or any other architectural wonder. But then why is Newton (who was born in the 17th century) credited for the law of universal gravitation?

For that one, who needs to understand what it takes to get recognition among the scientific society. The term theory in the context of science is often misleading. Theory in general context would mean an idea that tries to explain something. This theory doesn't have to be proved, validated, or verified (Yes, these three words have different meanings in scientific context). 

In the scientific context, a theory is totally different. The method to arrive at a theory is as follows:

1. Make an observation.
2. Frame a question.
3. Propose a hypothesis.
4. Make predictions out of the hypothesis.
5. Test the prediction.
6. Verify the results.
7. Let your rival validate the predictions and resulrs.
8. Get a theory on your name.

Coming back to the universal law of gravitation, Sir Isaac Newton took up the understanding from his predecessors that objects tend to accelerate equally on free fall irrespective of their masses, and extended it by calculating the gravitational constant and proposing a new defintion, which is stated as,

Every particle attracts every other particle in the universe with a force that is directly proportional to the product of their masses and inversely proportional to the square of the distance between their centers.

He has derived the mathematical expressions that are required to prove that planets are orbiting around the Sun because of gravitational force. He proposed his findings before a group of people, who couldn't understand what he was trying to say. Then they tried hard to disprove him through various experiments and rigorous testing but ended up making his theory world famous.

To give a clarity, THE GIGANTIC BRHADEESHWARA TEMPLE BUILT BY CHOZHAS IS NOT ENOUGH TO PROVE THIS LAW.  It doesn't say anything other than the fact that there's attractive force.

Initially I thought that this is a simple matter of ignorance and muted the user, who posted this image. A few days later some other guy reminded me of a chapter from my high school Tamil textbook. It is called "Tamizhan Ariviyal Munnodi", meaning Tamils were pioneer in science. I remember how proud I used to be to have a Tamil origin when I was reading that chapter. It had the following claims:

1. Avvayar discovered Pascal's law.
2. Seethalai Sathanar discovered Raman effect.
3. Kabilar invented telescope.

Only in the wildest of fantasies can one make these claims. It is so comfortable to the Tamil patriots with fake science enthusiasm to read these books and believe that Tamils had been deprived of the actual credit for all the scientific discoveries. But when people with even minimal knowledge in science read the chapter, they would understand that they were all false and misguiding information.

As mentioned earlier, just because someone had the intuition that something could work one way doesn't give them the scientific ownership for that idea. They need to follow the scientific method of formulating a theory.

Avvayar had written an anecdote to say, "just like how all the water in the ocean could not be compressed inside a watercan...". Kabilar had written something like, "how you could see the whole image of a mountain in a small dew over the grass...". The first one is merely an intuition and the other one is a small observation. Nothing really had gone to the level of formulating a hypothesis.

These kind of intuitions need no scientific knowledge. If an artist is mixing red and blue colors to produce pink color, that doesn't prove that he had the knowledge about how our retina perceives colors. It only means that out of experience, the artist had understood the right combination of red and blue to get the pink shade. Just because he is able to find the right combination, it doesn't mean that he is an expert in chemistry. He doesn't need scientific knowledge. He gets that through practice and experience. Similarly, for observing and making wild guesses, one doesn't need scientific knowledge. 

When it comes to Raman effect, let's first ignore the fact that C. V. Raman was also of Tamil origin and hence stealing credits from him would be to shame real Tamil scientists. The author simply quotes lines from Seethalai Sathanar's work which goes like, "Lovers were separated through a glass wall so that they can see each other but cannot speak". He then uses this reference to say that he discovered Raman effect way before C. V. Raman.

The irony about Raman effect is that it is so popular but nobody knows what it is. Raman effect has got nothing to do with properties of light and sound travelling through glass. It speaks about change in wavelength of light when light is deflected through molecules. The author conveniently twisted the facts just to defame C. V. Raman and steal the credit for his Nobel prize winning work.

If we observe critically everything is aligning completely with the political propoganda of separatist politicians, who are manipulating facts and manufacturing evidences to create fake identities to their people. There is no other explanation of why such a scientifically inaccurate piece of text would be published in a school textbook.

Ignorance of Tamil people and carrying the fake pride is one of the major reasons that cause national disintegrity. Either people should be aware of scientific facts and verify it when politicians are twisting the facts. Or they simply have to shut up and not take pride in something that they don't understand. Until then fake history and science would keep spreading through generations.

What if students have to write questions instead of answers

Reading through random education blogs I found an interesting post about exam stress. It has been a topic of discussion for more than a decade, yet it hasn't progressed anywhere. While reading the blog, I got this weird idea of why exams always have to be to answer the set of questions within a given time and why not exploring and extending the topics by asking unsolved questions.

It reminds me of a beautiful scene from an unpopular TV show, Genius by NatGeo. Albert Einstein as a student questions the theory that is being taught to him (Newton's laws of motion). His immediate action after asking the question is to pack his stuff and prepare to get out of the class assuming that he would be sent out of the class for questioning the authority. Instead his teacher asks him to be seated and appreciates his imagination.

In most of the astonishing discoveries and studies in all fields, there has always been a student who has had the guts to question the established results. However, modern education system's ideology has always been to supress imaginations and make the minds obey the authority. In fact, when I took a software job, my trainer has instructed me not be an Einstein or a Ramanujan but to be a person, who could learn whatever they teach and reproduce the same whenever the situation demanded.

In a popular speech by actor R. Madhavan at his famous Harvard speech, he mentions that exam is a measure to see how effectively one can recollect and reproduce a set of information under pressure. In a way, the format of exams is much similar to the expectations of a corporate job because over the years it is tailor made to fit the increasing demand for workforce. This exam pressure to find answers for questions within a given time kills the natural curiosity of students at a young age. There have been so many reforms taken to reduce the pressure off the exams. The formats of answers and the type of questions have also been changed. However, still the purpose of education (to generate workforce) hasn't changed.

The current exam system is reliable for easy evaluation and quantifying the reproducable knowledge of a student. But the imaginative power and curiosity can be tested (and evaluated) only by letting the students ask the questions. Maybe we haven't mapped the qualities of imagination and curiosity to any of the skills required for workforce yet. That doesn't conclude that establishing these skills would be unnecessary. Maybe we haven't found the right way to quantify these skills yet. That doesn't mean that they are not quantifiable. Maybe we haven't asked the right questions yet. Maybe we are still under the influence of established authority that we couldn't even consider the possibility of such an exam. Maybe our education system has to move beyond generating workforce. Maybe the role of an evaluator is only to admire at the intelligent line of thoughts of each student.

These uncertainties form a wall that block our sight beyond a sub-optimally working exam system. We could see beyond it only by climbing up the wall using the ladder of questions. There is still a long way to establish this new system but it has to begin somewhere in time.

In search of home...

I remember the time I went to a CTS interview in 2014. The interviewer asked me how I felt about moving to North India, if I get appointed there. I told him, “I am from a village deep south. I have never been out of my house till I completed my school. It was really difficult for me to stay outside my home in Chennai. But I am used to it. If I am staying out of my home, it doesn’t matter whether I stay in Chennai or stay in Delhi. It is gonna be the same for me”. I was successfully rejected in that interview for unknown reasons though.

However, I got my joining letter from KPIT Technologies, my work location was Bangalore. There was a small panic when I left my home, because I literally didn’t know whom to contact and how to find a place to stay. That was probably the first moment, I realised why it was good to have a few friends around. I did have a few supporting hands in Bangalore. To my surprise, shopkeepers in Bangalore were well-versed in Tamil. So, it was a bit of a cake walk for me.

The most challenging experience to me was when I had to move to Pune. When I heard that I have an opportunity to work in Pune, I was finding all possible reasons to avoid it. My theory about home and away was still the reason but this time Bangalore actually felt like a home. I never had a better home than Bangalore. It had everything for me that I missed since my childhood. I didn’t have to act like someone else. I had to be whomever I really wanted and still got accepted by a group of people. It wasn’t a dream job, but I still loved it.

I was working in a team of six freshers, who were managed by 7 managers to do literally nothing. We were having fun during our extra long tea breaks and recreation breaks after everyday status reporting. There were discussions and silly arguments about movies, sports, health and fitness almost every time. I gave up running the race to be ambitious and gave myself a break. That was probably the first time I associated myself to a group of friends in my entire life. More than everything, I didn’t have to speak a language that I was not comfortable with. 

Finally I had it all settled. And then the shock. I was asked to move to Pune in less than a week. I wished that I didn’t have to go. We were fighting for the two spots left in Bangalore, so that the rest four could go. I couldn’t win the fight and I had to pack my bag. When the journey took more than 12 hours, I was already exhausted to even try to love the new atmosphere.

Nothing was similar. When I saw a few people walking on Anna Hazare getup (pyjamas and kullas), I was like, “Did I just take the time travel bus? These people seem to be going to protest against the British Raj”. I was preparing myself to be brutally punched in the face with Hindi words. I was getting my basics ready.

To my surprise, the office conversations were not in Hindi. They were conversing in Marathi. Bangalore office was such a place, where there were people from South India, who didn’t have a common language. So, we used to speak in English. I wasn’t expecting that in Pune. I knew that North India had a common language and they were proud to speak in Hindi. Realizing that Pune office had a huge majority of Maharshtrians and the office had Marathi as a primary language was a little hard. I might have realised it much earlier, had I worked on a city like Chennai, where the local Tamil population is huge and the primary language of communication could have been Tamil.

A typical meeting in Pune would start in English and gradually move to Marathi. Then I would have to raise a concern. Their stereotypical response would be, “Arre! Me to bool gaya aap ko Marathi aata nahi. Mein ne bola ki….”. Amapke raincoat. Then I would have to use all my listening sense to interpret to understand Hindi, get exhausted and request them to speak in English. Much worse was when some over patriotic Maharashtrians would expect me to speak Marathi, when I would be stammering with my broken Hindi.

After that would be the people who did not know how not having a common language worked. They used to confuse about the language that we speak in South India and made huge mix ups such as, “South India has four states. Their capital is Chennai. They all like Rajinikanth. They speak Kannada. Their cinema industry is not Bollywood, it is Tollywood. They have beautiful coconut beaches everywhere”. It took me a while to recognise that they actually did not have an understanding about South India.

From my childhood I always believed that India was my home but being in North India didn’t feel like home to me. I had bad socializing skills. I was too uninterested in small talks and I was least bothered about mastering Hindi. I liked the place more than the people. I used to take the long routes from office to residence. I was attached to the roads and climate instead of the people. I wanted to move to other unknown cities and explore more and more.

A wave of trouble drowned me in the sea when I thought I had swam across the lake of alienness. I was so helpless and lonely as I got severe jaundice. There was literally no one around almost all day. It was not anyone’s fault. I didn't know that roads and climate would not help me when I get sick, but people would. I invested so much time in exploring the geography of the new place rather than the culture of the people. I had the worst fears and even believed like a fool that I would die in my room alone.

I took a break from Pune and returned home for the treatment. Home felt like home. My brain was relaxed as the load of translating an alien language was off finally. I wanted to come back to my comfort zone. I was done walking like an alien on the roads of Pune.

When I returned to Pune, it was already Diwali. I was possibly the only one non-local person working in the office during the week of Diwali. It was painful that there was nowhere to go and celebrate Diwali. The roads I used to walk were converted to special Diwali markets. I was there alone watching everyone enjoying their shopping with their family. There was nothing I wanted to buy but I was simply watching people and envying them.

I simply booked tickets for three movies that were released that week. Finally the day of Diwali came. I woke up early, took an oil bath in hot water. I missed my home so much. I dressed up well and went to the food court, where I used to have idlis daily. It was empty. There was a senior supplier, his assistant (junior) and me in the whole food court. I was a bit depressed because I was probably the only person to eat in that canteen when everyone got to go home.

The owner wasn’t there. The senior supplier noticed me coming everyday. When he saw me coming in, he signalled me to take the seat. The junior supplier came to me. The senior shouted, “Arre! Usko 4 idli dedo. Sambhar oopar dalke”. He smiled at me. I smiled at him back. I was so pathetic that I didn’t even know his name. I used to see him everyday but never bothered to say a Hi. He noticed me because I asked him not to give Sambhar in a bowl and instead pour it over the idlis.

I sent the money in PayTM while he was getting me the food. I showed him the payment confirmation from a distance. When the food arrived, I saw that there was a Gulab Jamun in a bowl along with idlis, chutney and sambhar. I saw the Gulab Jamun and saw the junior, who had supplied me the food. He signalled me to look at the senior. I looked at the senior. He said something in Hindi, which meant, “Today is a happy day. Nobody should be lonely or sad. Happy Diwali”.

I was out of words. Sometimes the blows of joy are heavier than those of sorrow. There were so many differences between us. I didn’t even know who the supplier was. He was merely a labour and the canteen owner would have punished him for giving sweets for free. He didn’t care about all that. He saw that I was sad and lonely. He wanted me to smile on the day of Diwali. So he made it happen.

That is what it actually means to be a home. When people around you care about your happiness without any expectation, that makes it your home. We had our own linguistic and cultural differences. It was all broken with his token of unconditional love. I never regretted being in Pune again. I never felt like I was away from home after that.

Perhaps, this is what is meant by when we say, “All Indians are my brothers and sisters”. This is our homeland despite all our differences. Let’s all cherish our unity during this auspicious day, which marks the fruit of the unity of our grandparents.

Happy Independence Day.

Scene 269: Time is strange

Sun was setting and the twilight sky was shining like hot fire. The breeze felt like it was pulling them towards the sunset. Ashok was looking deep into the sky and lost in his thoughts. Abinaya turned at him and wondered what he was thinking. She turned towards the sky and tried to find what was grasping Ashok's attention.

Ashok received the signal somehow and came back to consciousness. He looked at her. Her brown skin was glowing like gold due to the sunshine. When Abinaya noticed it and started to blush. She asked, "What do you find strange in my face today?".

He took a breath and said, "Your face shines like gold due to the sunshine". He thought about something and continued, "No. I mean the skin. No. Your....". He went out of words. He moved his hand as a reaction to his mind looking for words. She waited patiently for him to complete.

After a while, he said, "You understand what I'm trying to say, right?". She nodded her head and started to wonder how she had fallen in love with such an absent minded human. She remembered her first meeting with him. She smiled broadly thinking how awkward he was and how she thought that she would never meet him again.

He was embarassed a bit because he couldn't get the right words to explain what was in his mind. He wanted to say that she was beautiful. He wanted to make a sentence with the most exceptional words so that she would feel special about it. His rationality was blocking his imaginations. He was in a self-contradicting loop. He couldn't face her.

She saw him spiralling. So she touched his shoulders to soothe him. His mind and body started to calm down. He slowly relaxed. He adjusted his posture and sat comfortably. A smile blossomed in his face out of nowhere.

He turned towards her and said, "Time is really weird. We don't know what is gonna happen the next moment". She looked into his eyes and tried to understand in which context he was saying it. Her look became deeper but she couldn't understand what he was trying to say. She said, "I don't know so much about time. I believe it is weird only because you say so. At some time, we feel sad, at other times we feel happy. Ya, time could be weird".

He smiled and gazed at the twilight sky again. She looked at him again. She continued, "Time confuses me as much as it confuses you. I don't have an understanding of time as much as you have. I cherish the happy moments in life. Like January 21st, your birthday. It is a special day to me".

He looked at her and smiled sarcastically. She stared at his eyes again. She was waiting for him to start talking. He couldn't stop smiling. She said, "What is it? Speak out".

He said, "Nothing wrong. Time has totally different meaning to different people. More than that, understanding of the nature is really different for different people". She said, "I am not here to listen to your philosophies right now. Lets talk something else. Tell me which day is special in your life. No, wait. I will ask in the words that you understand. Tell me the particular orientation of celestial bodies, which are special to you".

He said, "Hmm. Thats an interesting question". He looked away from her into the garden, into the sky and into everything around him to get an answer to her question. She was getting eager. She moved close to him. She held his hand tight. He looked at her hand. He thought for a while and said, "Today is special to me".

Her face shrunk in a shock. Her hand loosened a bit. She said, "Oh! Wait. Let me guess. Today is April 24. Not your birthday; not mine either; neither our first meeting; nor related your parents. It is not easy to find but I am not not gonna give up". She released his hands and took her phone from her handbag. He was keenly observing her actions.

She googled what was special about April 24. After a while, she continued, "Ha! I found it out. It is the birthday of Sachin Tendulkar. How mean you are! I thought you would tell my birthday".

He started to laugh. She gently hit him and said, "Stop it. I am angry. Try to console me". She wanted to say it rudely but she couldn't control her smile while saying that.

He hugged her from the side and released her. She said, "Don't do all this and expect my anger to go down. It is never gonna happen". She turned away from him and released her laugh and hoped that he wouldn't notice it.

He said, "Units of dates is approximated really bad. For example, there is a leap year in every four years to compensate for the extra quarter day that is not accounted in the 365 days of each year. But still this is just an approximation. Also, what defines the beginning of a day is time. Most people believe that it is the time taken for Earth to complete one rotation but it is not exactly that. 24 hours is just an approximation of a day. So we can't really be sure about the time or date, in which things had happened to celebrate it whenever the particular instance of time repeats".

She said, "You might say that. But we have standardised our calendars and clocks throughout the world. So you could refer to that context and say that things happened on a day can be rememebered on the same day in all the future years".

He said, "First of all the world doesn't run synchronous time. We have a difference in time zone. Lets say, Rajini's next movie releases on April 30 throughout the world and the first show is at 4 AM. The movie releases 3 and a half hours before us in Japan, so a fan can record it and upload it on internet even before the movie is released in India. Also, when I used to be a child we used to watch cricket score in news channels. If a match happens in West Indies on April 24th at evening, we would see the score of it at early morning (probably 2 AM) of 25th. We would have to wait for 26th morning newspapers to read about what has actually happened in the match. So the standard definition of time is misleading".

He has completely lost her attention at this moment. She was happy that he was not getting philosophical but she could sense that he was going over her head already. Yet she didn't wanna stop him. It felt like she watch him talk gibberish forever. She reacted to his sentences as if she had understood everything that he was trying to say.

He kept going, "You could argue that things happening in a small region can be celebrated using the approximations of time that they can be remembered when the particular time configuration repeats itself the next year. But again, it has no relationship with cosmic bodies. For example, if you are going on a car race, you would be interested to celebrate whenever one lap is completed. If the standardisation of a lap is not appropriate, then you would be celebrating for reaching some random points in the lap than the end line of the circuit. Even worse than that is the fact that Sun is also moving around the galaxy, which means all possible orientations of Earth and Sun with respect to the galaxy don't repeat for millions of years. Every moment in space is brand new.

If you are still considering the standardised units of time, mathematically any two numbers can be related using multiple relationships. Now tell me when did we first meet".
She felt relieved that she could finally understand one sentence of his whole speech. She smiled and said gently, "September 26th, how could I forget that day".

He said, "My watch is saying 5:41. Tell me the time on your watch". She looked at her watch and said, "It is 5:42". He said, "Now see. Both the times: 541 and 542 can be related to September 26, 269 by doing some elementary math operations".

He thought for a while and said, "Lets take 542. Lets reverse it. We get 245. 2 plus zero is 2, 4 plus 2 is 6, 5 plus 2 plus 2 is 9, which gives us 269. 0, 2, 4 form an arithmetic series. Now, Let us put 2 from 245, then add first and second number. It gives us 6. Then add second and third number. It gives us 9, 269. Similarly, if we reverse 541, we get 145. 1 plus 1 is 2, 4 plus 2 is 6, 5 plus 4 is 9, 269 and 1, 2, 4 form a geometric series. 5 minus 4 plus 1 is 2, 5 plus 1 is 6 and 14 - 5 is 9, 269 again.

There can be many such combinations that can be used to relate any number with every other number. So one cannot really choose a date or time that is much different or special from any other number.

We have met on September 26. It was a special moment to me. But I could use mathematical relationships and say that any particular moment is related to September 26th and call it to be equally special as September".

By this time, her face started to show the symptoms that she has lost the attention. So he stopped for a moment and said, "Every moment in time happens only once in this universe. It will not come again in the future. Look at this moment. I am with the person I love the most. I am looking at her face glowing in sunlight. I wish time would freeze at this moment, and I could be amazed by looking at your face forever. I know that is not gonna happen. So minimally I feel that this particular moment in time with you is the most special time in my life, which makes this day as a really special day to me."

She didn't utter a word. She kissed him on his cheek. She didn't get embarassed for her action in a public place, where people would be watching them. She stared at him for a long time. She wished that his wish would come true that she live that particular moment forever.

Authentic Book: First draft

I created the eternal universe. The universe was empty and filled with void. I said, "Let there be Gods", and suddenly the universe was overcrowded with 34 crores of Gods. Gods were fighting against each other. So, I gave them something to play with, the mortal universe.

Still, they weren't happy. They divided them into two groups. One of the groups retained their names as Gods, and the others started to call them evils. They were fighting again. Almost 1 crore beings were killed in their silly fights. So, I made them all immortal. Also, I divided them into different groups, with 33 crores+ into one group, and the remaining 1500 odd into 800+ groups with each group having not more than 4 of them. I also put them into a delusion that only their group existed in the eternal universe.

They got bored. They kept disturbing me whenever I played Minesweeper (which I did all the time) to ask for favours. It was getting tough for me to answer everyone individually. So, I made an infinity gauntlet, so that I can think about a wish and grant it with a snap. I kept granting powers to individual Gods, but then I got bored again.

One day, I thought "Let Gods have infinite powers and not be destroyed", and snapped my finger. I should have added the exception of me with all other exceptions, before snapping, but I didn't, because I am an idiot. So, their powers are endless.

They divided their lands into heavens and hells. In the first group, they appointed a God to take care of hell. In all other groups, they appointed evils to take of the hell. Gods in heaven enjoyed their privileges. They were playing with the mortal universe. They used SIMULINK to model the universe, and put different equations and tried out which worked best.

Once they finalized the equations, they deployed them into the universe. When things were moving smoothly, they sat down and observed them for billions of years. Finally, they created time and made all the equations dependant on time just for fun.

They waited another billion years, but this time they had the sense of time by viewing the happenings on the mortal universe. But then they were bored because everything worked perfectly and there was no surprise to them.

One of the Gods said, "Let there be light". Suddenly there was light. All the Gods particularly chose a single small particle in the universe (called Earth) and created some objects that could do other operations, which weren't clearly described by any rules. And as a ruler of all life forms and the protector of the (inexistent) rules, they created human beings in different parts of the tiny particle. They didn't know that they were all sharing the same particle to create life forms. So, they overpopulated Earth with humans.

They made sure that the humans remembered Gods and offered their praises to them regularly. Whenever humans had forgotten about God, they punished them with disasters, diseases, and calamities. Also, at the request of Gods and evils from hells, they wrote of some rules for humans to follow (different Gods wrote different rules), and whenever a human failed to follow the rules, they sent them to hell for the hell dwellers to have some fun.

During the hard times, Gods made the humans to beg for mercy, made them chant their names hundreds of times, do painful acts, sing songs praising the Gods etc. Whenever they get pleased with the human efforts, they helped them recover from the hard times. Sometimes they simply let them die.

The games of Gods got more and more boring. So, they created different rules for after death experience. And thus, survives the mortal universe to be wiped off completely.

Maybe next time, I will take serious considerations to how many Gods to create, how to make them live in harmony, how to restrict their powers etc. If you have better advice, please leave it in the comments. I have erased the memories of Gods. So, now they believe that they weren't created and they existed forever. But, I still know their weaknesses.