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One day in the life of…

In poetry, trivialities, Uncategorized on February 21, 2009 at 4:28 am

Mornings are for coffee,
sunshine on wet hair.
spicy mayan medium,
ritual that prepares.

NYT Op-Eds,
India v. Kiwi
blogging gossip
oh email baby : )

Section One
xkcd
Introduction:
hey chat with me?

Eleven is for culture,
carol ann duffy.
apricots and peanuts,
ultra modern history.

Cellphone cinderella,
dinner? let you know…
one Loleta arepa,
oh and make that to go.

Noon is for daydreams,
last night in the city,
Mid distance stares,
serenity.

Introduction:
It can be seen…
(Friedman’s an idiot)
Word count: Eighteen

California winter
wretched rainfed sky
falafel by the fire
happy sigh

Evenings are for voices
Old stories, one more time
Meandering conversation
syncopated time

Sweet dreams are made of this
Cardamom, ginger – cups of tea
Witching hour wordplay
Oh lingering phd

Deep thoughts expressed in deathless prose

In holding forth, trivialities on February 18, 2008 at 11:16 am

Like many of my contemporaries, I’ve lived my life so far as the intellectual equivalent of the idle rich. Lucky enough to go to an undergrad university that opens doors because of what its called (independent of anything that might be taught or learned), I have since proceeded to drift determinedly from one place to another. Things kicked off with some initial jumping up and down as I pondered whether to become, what in IIT Delhi lingo was called a ‘Consulteer’. That morphed into a near escape from philosophy at oxford. Finally I ended up in a masters programme in engineering, funded largely by research on India’s population (don’t ask – this is grad school).

The masters degree was enjoyable, but one particularly miserable winter spent watching the rain drip slowly off eucalyptus trees in funereal Escondido Village was enough to generate a sort of black, unadulterated dissatisfaction with life and unhealthy amounts of soul searching and angst. The natural reaction was to go back to India and engage in save the world activities instead. This involves a few clearly laid out steps^

  1. Pick a cause. I chose energy and environment. Why? As a certain professor of mine used to say – “There is no good reason for anything”*
  2. Pick an NGO (a non-profit). Make sure its beautifully located in a big city. This is because the best grassroots work gets done in New Delhi or Bombay and real change always comes from the top.
  3. Find a nice part of the moral high ground, pitch your tent there and practice a patronizing smile. Once you’ve got the smile down pat you can use it to great effect on management students, consultants, and of course i-bankers. The smile is often accompanied by the words ‘how interesting’ when you ask what they do, but if you’re really good you shouldn’t even have to say anything. Plus if you ever go on to become a PhD student you can continue to use this on those same three groups. So the investment pays off.
  4. Become strongly left liberal. Of course it helps if you truly believe the ideology you espouse, but its not particularly important, and would probably make you something of a minority. A few simple rules make this part easy. Anti big-dams, pro tribal rights, pro reservations (an Indian variant of affirmative action), feminist (bonus points if you’re male and still go around claiming to be feminist), anti ‘war in Iraq’, anti Indian military action in the North East etc etc. I think you’re allowed to be libertarian though, so long as you’re pro social security of some kind for the downtrodden.
  5. Dress appropriately. Kurtas and jeans are ideal for most days, though theres some leeway. If you’re female, carry a jhola. Indulge in kajal. And remember that bright colours are good.

I never quite made it to the perfect kind of NGO, having joined something that suspiciously resembled a big think tank / environmental consultancy instead but came close enough. Then found myself drifting again – this time into a PhD degree – more save the world stuff, to be precise ‘energy and climate policy’.The point however is this. A few days ago I decided to go skiing or, more accurately, to learn skiing. And as I cut my way down a gentle green at Kirkwood, gathering a fair amount of speed and coming to a smooth stop using my well honed technique (namely falling down extremely hard on my back and missing someone else by inches), I realized that there’s this common thread running through all these career shifts. Its this moment when you look around and hear everyone talking earnestly about something, and you listen to yourself say the same things, and you realize you don’t believe yourself, and the guy next to you doesn’t believe what he’s saying and even the paper you’re discussing is rich with the inner skepticism of the authorial voice. Its a much milder phenomenon in the sciences but its not non-existent, especially when you’re working on an epsilon importance problem and having to make it sound like a matter of life and death. If you’re in the field of climate change its particularly bad since you’re constantly having to battle the sinking feeling that no one is going to make major lifestyle changes, carbon emissions are not going to drop to stabilization levels and if there is light at the end of the tunnel it lies in either being wrong, getting lucky, or toughing it out and surviving as best we can. You can’t say this of course and so reams of paper are spent discussing targets, and options, and wedge based reductions and costs and being optimistic in general.

Unfortunately, most of us aren’t doing anything life changing and wouldn’t know it if we were. So this constant need to play up the value of research or work to gain funding, tenure, recognition, admission to b-schools, and so on is really rather silly. With which deep insight I shall return to my work. Its forgettable, certainly not life changing, very possibly wrong but still satisfying while it lasts and better than average. Definitely worth a PhD and funding for a number of years no?

*NB: As you can imagine this particular teacher never had any trouble answering questions in class.

^Ok, so this is hopelessly cynical and obviously only half true. But it is half true.

EE364

In poetry, trivialities, Uncategorized on February 7, 2008 at 2:42 am
california suburbia,
crickets dancing on the lawn.
three am pancake suppers
jon stewart laughing on.
 
aimless facebook people watching
turkish radio, catchy song.
convex sets and danish cookies
would a little catnap be so wrong?
 
about this time chicago’s waking,
delhi’s making evening plans
bangalore is stuck in traffic,
if only cvx ever actually ran.

Y2E2

In trivialities on February 5, 2008 at 12:38 pm

The Bay Area is full of a particular breed of conscientious human beings – they vote democrat, worry about Sudan, fret about climate change, eat vegan/organic/free-range, pretend they’re in France whilst consuming vast quantities of wine and cheese, and are always keen to point out how lovely their Apple iBooks are. Naturally therefore, the powers that be at Stanford have also been rightly concerned about not being eco-friendly enough and consequently are presently engaged in demolishing the entire campus to construct new buildings that are ‘smart’ and ‘green’ and ‘clean’ and ‘modern’ and ‘efficient’ and ‘open’ and ‘light’ and quite possibly, though this is still only rumour, also alive.

I’ve been lucky enough to have my research group shifted wholesale to the first such construction, the rather grandly named Yang and Yamazaki Environment and Energy Building (or as the cool people call it, Y2E2). This is -on paper at least- something of a step up from my current abode – a quaint wooden office (or as T would insist on saying – ‘study area’) within the termite ridden Terman Engineering building.

And yet first impressions of Y2E2 seem uniformly negative for most people. Since this is the prototype for virtually all the new buildings on campus, thats a bit disappointing. Put simply, there are two ways of saving energy. One is to leave out big energy guzzling options such as whole building lighting or space heating/cooling. This is what countries like India mean when they talk about the need for americans to take a long hard look at their lifestyles. (which is not to say thats a particularly helpful position or always economically efficient, but there it is). The other way is to build ‘smart buildings’ that take quantities of technology and money and attempt to have their cake and eat it too. Y2E2 does the latter.

Thus this new building features a design meant to allow sunlight to light the rooms, underground tunnels to increase natural cooling and a roof that opens at night to allow cold air to enter in preparation for next morning. To make all this work though, the walls are made of a rather unattractive translucent plastic (lets in some light but sadly not enough to be much use), half of them don’t reach the ceiling, and the floor is made of unfinished concrete. Carpeting is a strict no-no because of the need to create an appropriate thermal mass for the night cooling system. This leads to the interesting side effect that most conversations are now broadcast down the length of a whole corridor, aided by echoing concrete and incomplete walls, and punctuated by the clip-clop of shoes and heels on said floor. The unfinished concrete has proven particularly unpopular because it also looks quite frightful, remarkably like something out of New Delhi railway station in fact. Its also, I’m told by some faculty, rather hard on the knees. No one’s falling in love with it yet.

This might all be worth it if this actually saves a significant amount of energy. Unfortunately, thats not something anyone knows for sure yet. But I can’t help wondering – as this country tries to get a bit more eco-friendly, might it decide that all the little things – carpets and pretty walls and sandstone exteriors and wood panels are as important as those so called necessities like central cooling and heating. And if they are, well then, perhaps its time to pull out sweaters and room heaters and go easy on penny-wise pound foolish technology.

Update: A month or so into working in Y2E2 and it’s grown on me somewhat. Its not inherently attractive and never will be, but as with most buildings, once people move in and make the rooms more lived in, things improve. Whether a building that costs tens of millions of dollars in order to shave a few percentage points off energy consumption (in many cases, as with the lighting system, the gap between theory and practice will ensure even that does not occur), is the way forward still seems highly debatable though.

Poetree

In poetry, stories, trivialities on January 26, 2008 at 11:51 am

There is this fascinating movement that seems to have sprung up in the coffee places and bars of Delhi, in the last few months. Its this variegated group of poets who form a reading group / spoken word collective that goes by the name of (yes I know), ‘Poetree’. A friend of mine frequents these gatherings, and apparently there are now over a hundred amateur poets who attend semi-regularly to read out stuff. There are, I am informed, three groups who are particularly well represented. There are the retired civil servants and professionals, who write about lost childhood loves and often touching vignettes from lives that have spanned many experiences and many decades. There is the kurta-kajal crowd who write about waiting, water, Valium, wordplay and, naturally, coffee table love. Finally there are those who just listen. Rumour has it there is even the odd poetry groupie.

Thus with nothing better to do, I went along with S to one of these things, hoping to be amongst the silent listeners (no not the poetry groupies). Alas it turned out that we were in the midst of a particularly lean period, with a tiny handful of people in attendance thanks to a combination of post New Years hangovers, a marriage season in full swing and freezing cold weather. All of which meant we were forced to be active participants.

And so S read out bits from a poetry book and was told by an admiring 50 year old gentleman that her voice sounded like condensed milk. I kid you not. That line is so ridiculously cheesy I’ve resolved to use it to make fun of people every opportunity I get. Meanwhile I was forced to go up on stage and had to quickly improvise. So here’s what I came up with – a somewhat honest assessment of the superficiality of all the poetry I’ve written (and pretty much as bad). In an ode to engineering geekiness, I’m commenting this a la MATLAB.

%Since this was truly impromptu, how better than to begin by ripping off that masterwork, ‘Aphorisms’, that Mallesh and I put together.

I scribble aphorisms on napkins,
Stories of roses in long black hair.
In search of a dyadic cadence,
And a word that rhymes with orange.
%Next we kill time by paying homage to the organizer of the whole thing (an admittedly good poet), who before reading some of his work
%had gravely informed us that “poetry is the resonance between throat and ear” (an analogy I found well meaning, but somewhat
%unfortunate in that any sentence with throat and ear in it instantly brings to my mind images of white coats and a stethoscope).
Downstairs the roar of laughter with alcohol
Yet I stand here, listening to you tell me,
That poetry is the resonance between throat and ear.
Wondering what I could give you,
To lighten this rather sombre atmosphere.
%Finally we decide to address the rest of the poem to a randomly chosen attractive girl in the audience, since that is de rigeur in
% these situations. One needs a muse and all that, especially when its clear that another few seconds of free verse are needed and
%your brain long since walked away in disgust.
And so, like so many poets do
I hold the night air in the palm of my hand,
Pluck the starlight from your eyes,
And shape from them – pretty phrases, elegant words.
And I send those your way,
Empty and beautiful
And whisper to you,
‘There is meaning here, if you only knew where to look’

It went down better than I expected, helped enormously by muted lighting, an increasingly well primed audience, a nice mike, what Stephen Colbert would call ‘gravitas’ in delivery, and an utter lack of other bakras on the night. Smart alecky cynicism aside, its nice that things like this are happening in Delhi – makes the city a bit more vibrant.

PS: On a completely unrelated note, it is with the greatest of pleasure that I note that Sachin Tendulkar has been awarded the Padma Vibhushan. It is with some shock that I learn that Pranab Mukherjee has decided that he deserves the same honour.

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