Showing posts with label Inspired by true events. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspired by true events. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Breathing Maths


"In mathematics, you don't understand things. You just get used to them." -- Johann von Neumann

(A discussion started by my college alumni group inspired me to write this article.)

The theme of the discussion was about, making the students to learn (feel) the applications of mathematics, instead of simply dumping the concepts in mind. On reading that e-mail thread, an incident which occurred during my high school days came to my mind. On a lazy afternoon in my high school, we were industriously solving some mindless matrix problem. Our only goal (including my math teacher) was to get the text book answer. Like a rare astronomical occurrence, I raised a question to my teacher. The question was not on Math.

I asked him, “Sir, what is the use of this matrices and vectors, which we were learning for past six years. Also they occupy first two chapters of the text book every time. Are they so important?” The whole class turned towards me. He looked at me as if I asked him a very silly question for his intellectual capability. After a brief moment he gave me the reply, which I remember until now and forever. It goes like this, “They have two uses. 1. They have 40% weightage in your final exams, 2. When you become a father, some day your kid may ask you doubt in matrices or vectors, and this will make you to help them with it, and that’s what real application of matrix is.” I am not ashamed to tell that I fell for that answer that time, as it is partially true in most case of our educational system.

I don’t know whether he really meant it or said in a funny sense. But whatever it is, his answer has two hidden facts.
1.       The curriculum of our education won’t change for decades to come, as it was the same decades before. Same subjects, same teaching methods, even same laboratory apparatus. It has been nearly 6 years since he had given me that answer, and yet students are reading the same curriculum which I read, same laboratory experiments, teachers working out same kind of problems. Same pattern follows in the case of college education too.

2.       We never applied whatever we had studied. It’s wrong to put it that way. More correctly, we have never tried to apply what we have studied, or never even thought of applying it. Math dies a peaceful death, after our school final exams. Resurrects again during our college math, only to die again half a dozen month later.



Just think for a moment, when is the last time you have been with Math? Most probable case would be, at high school math? 
But the fact is that we are living in a world of math, thinking “math lives only in book”.

             My intention is not to play a blame game on education system, teachers, or students. Or to explain the everyday applications of maths chronologically (as it will eat away hours of your time). But to hit home a simple fact...


Go deep down into anything, and you will find math there.

Friday, 6 April 2012

The Heaven on earth-"The happiest ever summer camps"


                                               A TRAVELOGUE OF HEART
(Inspired by true events)
“Yes sir, the course fee is Rs. 4500 plus taxes”, glamorously replied a feminine voice trained in call management. This telephone conversation took place after I had referred several websites, friends and colleagues, seeking information regarding various summer coaching camps for my sister’s 7 years old kid. Suggestions varied from dance classes, music classes, sport camps, and even camps for developing reading habits (!) and the list went on. Of course! Computer classes are outdated, as the 7 year old is updating her FB status regularly. Finally after several round of short listings, swimming topped the list, as we are basically looking for a ‘summer’ coaching camp, and also because it is an essential survival skill (In case world ends in 2012 by Tsunami wave).
            

    Google spit out 882,000 results in 0.42 seconds, when I googled, “Swimming classes for kids”. My 18 years of academic knowledge felt intimidated by its intelligence.  After collecting details of a dozen of coaching institutes, I segregated them according to fees and safety facilities. I began calling them one by one. My closing conversation with the last in the list is what you read on the first line. Almost all the coordinators or receptionists replied in same way. Finally I zeroed in on a coaching center, mainly because it was nearer to my sister’s place (All coaching centers bragged about world class safety measures, which I obviously know is a lie). After that I cuddled in the warm embrace of my couch for a power nap.
               

  As my mind got relaxed, it floated back to my childhood summer vacations...                                            "Gold fish…..! Gold fish….” Shouted my brothers and sisters looking into the river. I was a little kid that time, which obviously explains my curiosity to take a look at it. So I peeped into the river pushing them aside from shore. “Splashhh!!!” I found myself inside river water, as my brother kicked me into the river. All I saw was, only water on all sides. It was like a Discovery channel’s, deep sea exploration scene, except water was not that clear. I don’t know how much water I swallowed, how many times I swirled, turned, beat my hands and legs in water. Finally bright sun light penetrated my eyes. “He’s swimming, He’s swimming”, I could hear my little sister screaming  in joy. Yes! I was swimming. It took me just 15 minutes to learn swimming. I was breathing heavily. But was swimming.  It didn’t took me 4500 + taxes and a month long course to learn it. Life had been simple yet filled with love and joy in the heaven on earth.  “My Grandma’s home”
               

  It didn’t need any googling, or placing several phone calls ensuring my safety during vacations. After all it was the safest and peaceful place in the earth. It just required Rs. 180 as to and fro travel expense to my grandma’s home, I would rather say, 
“The heaven on earth”-happiest ever summer camp.
               

  It can beat any luxury swimming pool camps, with its backhouse pump sets and lively river flowing joyously. It can beat any cocktail juice parties, with its lively plucked tender coconuts offered with love. It can beat every attractive breakfast, lunch or dinner buffets with my grandma’s steaming hot idlis with red spicychilly chutney for breakfast. Sumptuous lunch ranges with mouthwatering dishes like, vatha kulabu, kaara kulambu, urundai kulambu, special sambar, 7 types of rasam each a day and n number of variety of side dishes. A honorable special mention to my grandma’s exclusive mango pickles, which every time she makes specially for me. Best in the world.  Hot bajjis for evening snacks, will make anyone grab it at the first sight. Not to leave alone, all the delicacies and snacks she made specially for summer vacations, packed in separate utensils.
                

What made all the above mentioned occasions special, interesting and memorable is that, my grandma’s home hosts a joint family, consisting my father’s two siblings and their kids. So I was always accompanied by my gang of brothers and sisters (Totally 11-including my father who is the gang leader).      A five-star buffet lunch is nothing when compared with eating competitions with my brothers and sisters. Not to leave aside the frivolous fights, when someone wrongly counted the number of idlis ate.  Moon light dinner with grandma hand feeding (Not spoon feeding) us in turns as we sat around her in circles. Gang fishing in ponds using net, on weekends. Those where the most delicious fishes I ever ate.
              

  There can’t be any better story teller than my grand ma, except that she doesn’t know English, which made J.K. Rowling take that place in story telling industry. The way she recites stories on her child hood experiences, ranging from ghosts, functions, value of money, and our ancestors, the places she had travelled, made us forget the time and transpired into her world. I can’t ever forget the day when my grand pa took care of me when I got fever. He prepared his hand-made medicine and applied on my fore head and legs, he worried more than my parents. I will never ever forget the childish happiness in his face when I got better.
               

  Being drenched in love and joy for two months, and always the dreaded day came every vacation when I should depart back home. I can’t remember a single time when I departed from my grandma without tears. Every time she will give me 10 rupees while departing, for getting snacks. I value it more than the 6 or 7 digit pay packages, which many feel proud of.
 Priceless memories stay etched deep in heart.
                

Suddenly I woke up due to some feeling of dampness. My tears had moistened my pillow. I washed my face and got ready to go to that coaching center. But a second thought made me book tickets for me and my sister's kid, to my grandma’s place.  “The heaven on earth”


Google is an 'ignorant nerd'- it didn't mention my Grandma's home in its search result for "Heaven on earth"

Friday, 30 March 2012

The story of 'Laughing Buddha'


Have your ever seen a picture or statue of Buddha laughing?
Where is he? why he is laughing? Here is the story of laughing Buddha. 
Lao Tzu's a contemporary of Buddha. When Buddhism was spreading in India, Taoism was spreading in China. But Buddha and Lao Tzu(Founder of Taoism) where opposite ends of a pole in sense of both physique and philosophy.
Laughing Buddha













 Buddha was a serious thinker, he laughs very rarely (Very very rarely!), whereas Lao Tzu was easy going and mischievous person and was always with laughing face and making pranks. People even doubted whether he was a philosopher at all because of his practical jokes. Buddha had athletic physique, and his face was like a brave army general in his statues. This is because those statues were carved after Alexander's invasion on India. People here loved Alexander which made them to carve statues having his impact. You can see this in his statues in India. Also he was against harming animals, so he hardly traveled in animals. But Lao Tzu had a beautiful 'pot belly' and a round face, and he always traveled in a buffalo. Hope you would have understood how opposite they were in there appearance and physique.

Not only in their appearance but also in their ideas they were different. Buddha in his deathbed said to his disciples, “Every living thing should pass, strive on diligently”, whereas Lao Tzu in his book Tao-Te-Ching wrote, “It is because you do not strive, that no one under heaven can strive with you”. What an irony?

When Buddhism started spreading outside India, its first stop on North-East was China. People there were not much happy with easy going philosophy of Taoism. When Buddhism entered there, Chinese found it extremely strict. So the two philosophical rivers, Buddhism and Taoism mingled and gave birth to a beautiful stream called Zen.

 Zen philosophy is neither strict like Buddhism nor easy going like Taoism. It is proportionate mix of the two and thus Zen dawned and so the famous 'Laughing Buddha' statues, in which you can see Buddha laughing heartily. They are mostly in China. They have mix of charm and mischievousness of Lao Tzu and luster of Buddha and they dint miss the beautiful ‘pot belly’ of Lao Tzu. They were designed in this way to denote the mix of Buddhism and Taoism. Thus Zen and Laughing Buddha were born.

P.S: To know more about Lao Tzu and his work-Tao-Te-Ching