Ramblings...

Trivial things have kept me busy, like staring into space, switching channels mindlessly, eating biscuits, calculating the number of lines on my palm, re-reading the same paragraph of a book I started two months ago and mostly biting my nails for my visa to come through. Having said that, I discovered last week that not only H1B visas but the VAF1series(UK visa) can also make as much headlines, if someone would only try. Having taken the initiative to gather frivolous news I shall throw light on how VAF1s can be so worthy of "breaking news". Well, before I get started, a disclaimer first.

"Anyone from the British Visa Office, ever accidentally bumps into this space, then I'd like to state that I am in no way responsible for this preposterous content, however if you are adamant then please give me enough time to run."

Now that I've stated the obvious, let me get started in the true sense.
It was the 17th of April, and it was a morning, as early as 7:30 a.m and I was, no, not snuggling in my blanket, instead standing in a queue that was to lead to a bigger queue in the middle of the day, and then another of its kind, only to know the wait's extending three weeks. People stand in three queues to get a visa to the UK? We're not even getting to meet the Queen! In the first queue you are moving fast, you realize you're close and then you're handed over this coupon which gets you nauseated when you read the 3-digit number on it. It's pressing to ask at the counter, "is it possible that I'd get home for dinner tommorrow night..oh okay, it's really okay, I don't mind it here either!"

Now you are playing this slithering snail, crawling, pretending to know where you are heading. After a long, lethargic wait you find yourself addressing this awfully curt person(the agent), who can't get enough of needling you, giving you just the glimpse of the "powerful" guy to come, the one who may reject your visa and ask, where do you shop for your shirts?(under my breath: dude, you like the pink one instead?).

If that's not enough, Brits like being generous. The biometrics test stands testimony to it. They want your fingerprints, I mean your thumb, left and right, your index, middle, ring and the little one, again left and right, well I hope that satisfies them. No, don't be so cruel, they don't take your toe prints.

It's at this moment, the defining moment when you feel you've been rescued from the edge-of-the-cliff experience, when you are going to be handed over with a receipt which contains your reference number, so as to follow-up the status of your visa. Yes it's coming and bang! tragedy strikes! The guy forgets to give you the receipt, and you're dying, you have no previous memory of what you were seeking out to get. You feel strangulated, and you just need to free yourself of the "UK paranoia", you decide to run, you are running really really fast. It's at this final moment, when you are beginning to be released from the clutches, the realization sets in and you feel cheated, disillisioned and alienated. You want to go back at the counter and tell them, "I'll skip dinner, however do you mind if I play frankenstein tonight?"

What do I want to ask myself at the end of this exercise? Will I get my visa?

Ideology what?

It's pretty amusing how the Third Front is taking shape. Elections are round the corner and political alliances are just as likely as snow is in North America. The media has to seldom search for a breaking story, there's always one round the corner. Grabbing the greatest space are the Third Front stories-"What's cooking? Parties hosting lavish dinners", "Lalu Paswan strike a deal", "BSP will not align with any party: Mayawati", "Third Front takes rebirth yet again", "Alliance should lead to increase in seats: Pranab", "Shocked BJP blames BJD for alliance breakdown" and needless to say the list continues.

However, this particular emergence of an amalgamation of smaller parties has greater paralells with the 1977-1979 government led by Morarji Desai. The situation back then resulted due to iregularities in the administration and bureaucracy, the reigning Gandhi herself coming under the scanner. The Emergency indeed was a very uneventful event leading to circumstances abetting small fishes to capitalize on it, the big names being Morarji Desai (Congress(O)), Charan Singh (Bharatiya Lok Dal),Atal Behari Vajpayee(Bharatiya Jana Sangh) and Jayprakash Narayan (largely from the Socialist party). Now this kind of an alliance, symbolizes one that results not under a common ideology but under a strategic agenda. This kind of an approach is rather deterring as the objective is only to come to power and fulfil the immediate issues. Further on gradual bickering in the alliances would result in as much a dysfunctional government as a single party with not so pro-labour, pro-farmer policies. There lay a strategic agenda, yet again, this time to abate the powers of the two largest political parties in India.

The common ideology in the third block is simply non-existent. It is in very simple terms power politics. The TDP once a part of the NDA, is now very much in alliance with the the Third Front. The AIADMK never puts its cards on the table until the right time, leaving you constantly guessing. Once been in alliance with the NDA, their doors are now claimed to be open to the present UPA construct or even an emerging Third Front. Simlarly the SP which sided with the Congress during the Indo-U.S nuke deal has recently opened its arms to Kalyan Singh, once a very staunch right winger. The BSP appears to be eyeing the South Block, on Raisinia Hills, irrespective of the course. NCP's Sharad Pawar is no different. Mr. Pawar had this to say, "there was a feeling among the people of Maharashtra that the state should get an opportunity for the top job". Oh, I hope Raj Thackeray has no problems, it's only a job for the Prime Minister's post! Not to mention the JD(S) which is a predominant part of this Third Front is hoping for a 1996 like situation, where Deve Gowda will emerge from the ashes to be crowned.

The point I'm making here is that there is no common forward looking ground to this block. If the existent political parties are inefficient, a new party with jigsaw pieces is not the solution. We need an effective opposition, not one that is flawed in its attempts to improvise the government, but one that would support it when policies are genuinely constructive, and criticize it when policies are inpalaltable.
Ofcourse a coalition government seems more plausible in the present scenario, so parties which offer support can always read the riot act when the majority ruling party goes offtrack. The big shots will feel more accountable if they are constantly in check both by the opposition and the parties giving support from outside.

Whatever the case at the end of the day its the voter who calls the shots!

Herstory

This was long due, meant to have been a post on the 8th of March, sadly I got busy with other things.

Well I spent International Women's Day with Jean Harlow, Kalpana Lazmi, Dorris Lessing, Mother Teresa, Marie Curie and our very own 'Pink Chaddi' mascot, Nisha Susan. Well not to perplex my readers anymore (hardly doubt if there's any more than one, counting me) I was at a Ladies Quiz the same day battling it out to get some questions right. I teamed up with this really smart geek, Rashmi who runs a consultancy and has two children getting trained to be BBC masterminds. Nonetheless what spells out as the most interesting thing is that Arul Mani was the quizmaster, the quintessential Arul Mani! Quite a predicament, as he was quite abashed at the naive'ty of all of us-the particpants. Nevertheless it was a great time as you just can't get enough of the kind of questions AM hurls at you, so subtle yet so discrete.

What resulted was even better as we coaxed him into having more number of ladies quizzes, and not wait for the auspicious day, which but comes only once a year. So hopefully we shall see the inception of a series, truly of its kind.

By the way Rashmi and me were runners-up at the quiz.

Number theory.

I'm incredibly enamoured by certain arguments put forward in Richard Dawkins' book-'The God Delusion'. Richard Dawkins is a British atheist and his reasons to be, is spelled out very vividly in the afore mentioned book. Most of his arguments in the former part of the book, are counter thoughts to the frequently encountered conventional notions for the existence of God, many of which you would've heard or read before. However there was one which was very engaging and startling for the area it comes from- Mathematics!

This mathematical notion mentioned in the book was borrowed from an English writer Aldous Huxley's notable work 'Point Counter Point' which goes like this:

'You know the formula, m over nought equals infinity , m being any positive number? Well, why not reduce the equation to a simpler form by multiplying both sides by nought. In which case you have m equals infinity times nought. This is to say that a positive number is the product of zero and infinity. Doesn't that demonstrate the creation of the universe by an infinite power out of nothing? Doesn't it?'

Now whether a mathematical flaw exisits in this equation, can be overlooked for the sheer brilliance in deducing such a result. By this I don't mean, for all theists there is a safe haven to defend their stand, but it can be contibuted for numerical prestidigitation to those agnostics who'll buy it. It is indeed tricky and yet appears very daft for those who'd question the logic of the method involved. Whatever be the case it gives an insight into the fact that a question as God's existence can perhaps be answered in the most sought after ways such as the revelation of scriptures, the inexplicable design of the Universe, miraculous happenings in our personal lives OR through the absurdity of a relationship in mathematics!

Losers aren't subject to an eternal loss.

Roger Federer, indisputably the heir to Peter Sampras suffered a devastating blow in the Austarlian Open Finale. I personally ain't a Fedex fan, in fact I'm always on the side of Rafael Nadal, whether winning or losing. But having to see Federer move to tears after losing the match lead to a somewhat sympathetic inclination towards him. I can't be accused of defection, Nadal himself felt empathetic for Federer.

Well the fact is I didn't watch the match, the media was too engrossed reporting about Hesh-Mirza making it to the Mixed Doubles Final and consequently winning, that I managed to overlook the mortal combat that lay ahead. Nevertheless the morning news is no less dramatic than the match itself. Federer is one short of equalling Sampras' record of 14 Grand Slam titles and as he claims it must be killing him every moment for losing the bus to make it there. The next Grand Slam is at Roland Garros, which happens to be a clay court and even God can't choose to vanquish Rafa on that court.

The attitude towards winning a match or winning anything else in life, is vital. I'm not giving lessons to Federer or anyone else who wasn't the winner at this match, but what I see as the greatest threat to anyone's failure is their fear of failure itself. When one is so engrossed with the thought that he/she is incapable to overcome his/her opponent, the task loses its purpose. Sometimes I wonder why do we let ourselves be intimidated by people who were on that same ladder, also that same rung, where we now stand. Tommorrow can always be better day for a struggler or perhaps an unlucky day for a winner. There always will be a successor to the current ruler however that successor also sees the last day of his reign.

Honour is your name, Fame can be your friend, Love your backdoor vendor but Eternity, never your guest!

Surely not the first!

My attempts at writing a blog have stretched too long. Now that I remember I must have written scores of maiden articles to get a jump-start. Well I can't say if anything that follows is a jump-start but indeed it is something that can bring me back smiling every time I read it.

I'd been on a long trip to Karwar about a week ago. It is much on the West Coast and temperatures here are dramatically high. Statistically it is covered by forests by a good 75% and there are many beaches adjoining the Arabian Sea. I had been to one such beach named the Rabindranath Tagore beach. Its beautiful in the evenings when the rays of the sun bear a subtle resemblance to the patterns of the sand. Its very serene and surprisingly clean, seldom do you find such a soothing combination.

But what stands out as the most enthralling gift was my visit to two very intriguing places. One of which , called the Sea Bird Project, houses Naval warships - INS Shardul and INS Jalashwa. I was lucky enough to get on INS Shardul which is of indigenous make and can hold 16 tanks. I believe it was launched in 2004. The other warship, the INS Jalashwa formerly called USS Trenton is apparently the second largest ship of the Navy. It also has a flight deck wherefrom aircrafts can be operated which is why its also called an amphibious ship. The Naval Base in Karwar is looking to become really huge, perhaps the biggest in Asia in the years to come. I was certainly more than lucky to be able to stand in the midst of uniformed men on the INS Shardul and click photographs of Jalashwa.

The other interesting story is about my visit to the Kaiga nuclear power station. Kaiga is about 60 kms from Karwar towards the east and is surrounded by forests all over. I could barely believe of my presence there, while just a few days ago I was a particpant in a Debate competition on the Indo-U.S nuclear deal. I was certainly against the deal rooting for the fact that it involves exorbitant expenditure, little did i need to go there to reaffirm my belief.

Setting aside my opinions, what was indisputable was the dedication of the officers towards setting up state-of-the-art nuclear reactors. Indeed we have nuclear fuel constraints, therefore at the moment there are only 2 reactors which are operational, capable of producing 220 MW each, while the other two are completely built and awaiting fuel. In fact the injecting of fuel through pressure tubes into what is called Calandria, the interior of the PHWR, is a very meticulous process done with great care. The steam that results after the fission process and cooling is made to run on turbines which subsequently results in generation of electricity. Needless to say I couldn't take any photographs but the one you see above nearly covers two of the nuclear reactors at Kaiga.

Well those were the two big stories, besides I had also been to the GMR Sugar factory in Haliyal, which is about 90 kms from Karwar. GMR, I discovered was also into Agri Business and their sugar factory was impressive. It provides local employment to a lot workers as the only other industries around are the West Coast Paper Mills and Shreya Paper Mills in Dandeli. In fact I was vying to go for river rafting in Jungle lodges, but I guess I was out of luck by then. The Kali river flows downstream into many dams including one of the biggest in Karnataka, the Supa Dam which has a height of about 100 metres. I made a trip to the Kadra Dam which has 10 gates and is a peak-hour station. It's for hydro-electric power genertion and has 3 units producing 50 MW of power each. Sadly, I was there at an odd timing when the gates were closed, so strolled around the place looking at electric poles connecting electric lines to the city.

I'm actually hard-pressed to think that despite having so many dams, thermal power stations and nuclear power stations all over Karnataka how are we subject to an electricity drought?

All in all, I think it was a great trip, I stayed very close to the sea so I was constantly savouring the sea smell. I also managed to visit an aquarium and concluded that it was funny for people to eat lobsters, what really are those things sticking out of them? But I guess what topped it all was, when I was returning, i made a bus pal who happened to be a student from NIFT. She sounded so full of her travelling activities that I almost conciously dodged the idea of when i shall make such an enthusiastic travel again.