A Brief Study into Continued Acts a Ghastly Violence Aimed at Mathematicians (Compiled At 2:42 AM)

Okay...here it goes.. this might be a little deviation from my painstakingly poetic (or as some would claim, doggerelly) posts that I am wont to post here. I was having this discussion with my friend about a certain something that somehow triggered a certain something else, which led to a certain seemingly random firing of a random sample of my neurons, that eventually landed me up thinking, that all hypotheses in order to make sense need a framework.



Here. let me put things in perspective. We complain all the time about the (in my opinion) the great service to mankind that mathematicians do as the defining act of their occupation . Not claiming to give us a perspective of reality. Let me see if this comes out right. All of human learning seems to be a description of what we perceive "reality" around us to be. Thats a sticky proposition indeed if you look at that statement alone, because all we are doing is trying to put reality down in terms of a description, which isnt really reality, its just the descriptions. But mathematicians arent pretentious. They make no claim whatsoever to be describing our tremendously intricate universe. They just play god. They make their own little universes, and play with them.



Now the basic aim of mathematics is to make those little universes and hypothesize about those little universes. So why is it that we laugh at them? well, apparently because, they dont try and talk about reality, or in other words ,they have to make their own framework to hold their hypotheses.Apparently, other , more socially useful beings dont, because they claim to be studying reality, whereas the mathematician says , what the heck, why study what god did when you can be god yourself!!!


Well but let us for a moment take our critical gaze off our Mathematically minded fellow human beings, and cast the same on ourselves, The supposedly "Normal " people, capable of making statements about "Reality", and hence needing no logical framework to hold it up, because hey, what the heck, its out there for all to see. Let us take up an example. Say for example, lets State a Hypothesis, which I have found to be statistically true , starting with me, and therefore I deem it to be a fact "Out There", an Integral part of reality.
"Bloggers who blog on non factual topics hate to read on topics they have been thinking of blogging on" .
Now I have observed this. Its a part of reality, that every self respecting blogger who has seen a painting and is thinking of writing a blog on it would hate to read a 200 page hard bound volume on that painting. But I bet that if I let this Hypothesis stand as it is, it can be torn into shreds by any semi-competent logician. Why I myself can think of a few logical arguments countering it, and I am not even that good.


What this "Hypothesis-about-reality-made-by-a-Non-Mathofreak" needs to stand up is a Rulebook defining what the scope of logic is in its case.It needs some less contentious facts from the same perception of reality to fall back on. For example, I can say, as the first rule of this universe , that
"Writing is a two phase process 1) formulation and 2) writing" .
Then maybe I can put in a parallel rule in addition
"Non commercial writing is usually less about content, and more about satisfaction"
Then in order to make this framework watertight for the hypothesis to sit in, I'd have to put in two subrules, first
"Satisfaction in case mentioned above results from writing what the writer has formulated in his own way"
and finally
"Aforementioned act of Individuality is hindered by reading other expositions on the same topic"


Now with these four rules, Our Hypothesis doesnt sound so contentious, and until you are super cynic, you wont put up a huge fight against my framework. So a statement of reality, supplied with a framework , actually starts looking quite realistic. But what was it without a framework? A paper house with a Big Bad Wolf at the door, with three shivering little piglets inside. And the framework, why, they were strict! No Maybe's ,No proably's, they are rules, but they were acceptable, and more importantly they made a seemingly unpalatable hypothesis about what I deem reality quite acceptable. So next time you smirk at a mathematician, stop dead in your tracks. You are no better.


And no, thanks for asking, but I am not a mathematician, I am a physicist :D

The Blue LED

My speaker system has a blue led. Its a 4.1, but thats besides the point. What is not besides the point is the fact that it has a blue led.

Now, we never quite realize how bright an led glows in ambient light.Its always dimmed by the surroundings, as all bright things in less bright surroundings are. Its almost as if lesser beings around the led feed on its extraordinary brightness to make themselves little more than what they are. The speaker has three knobs, which is not entirely besides the point, but well, we'll come to that later.

In order to realize the true magnificence of the led attached to my 4.1 speaker system (with three knobs) I realized (said realization eventually did lead to intended realization as stated before) that I must impair all sources of ambient light, the sources of those abominable parasites that feed on the brilliance of the aforementioned blue led.So, as per my rationalization, I proceeded to impair all sources of ambient light. The reader, if he is taking notes (as I would very much like, for this is a remarkable experiment with remarkable results) should note that this experiment can be performed at any location, provided the reader has a speaker system with an led as bright as mine, which i sincerely doubt, but well, whats the harm in trying eh.

So well, I proceeded to impair all sources of light, and even put my computer on standby. And Voila, there it was. So I was right to hypothesize what I hypothesized a while ago.The knobs , which are all above the led, looked as if somebody had lit a LPG burner underneath.The lowest knob was literally on fire. , and the fire burning within the upper knobs was progressively smaller, but conspicuous all the same. And there seemed to be a tinge of gold at the side of each knob, conspicuous enough to make its presence felt, and yet inconspicuous enough not to be explicitly seen. Blue crescents in the dregs of the dying day. I imagine that this is how sunset would look like from a planet with three moons, which are all , suspiciously enough, blue. Oh well, maybe they have water. And if anything, all this the whole scene a little more ethereal, a little more otherworldly, as if it subtly reminded us of blisses once commonplace but now long forgotten, misplaced in the labyrinth of misplaced memories,coated with the dust of time.

Oh but wait, tinge of gold? that sounds suspicious. True that it renders beauty even more beauteous, and makes a poet out of commoners like me, but where doth it spring forth? Surely I extinguished every known (and unknown) source of ambient light. Needless to say, I was stunned. So does it spring forth from nowhere ? Or is it some errant wind that blows pixie dust onto my knobs, lighting up with a faint angel glow my blues.

And at this very moment, I will rudely awaken the daydreaming my uber philosophical doggerel must have induced and sustained in the reader, who at some point of his/her life will surely realize that wasting his/her time reading my blog is a deplorable waste of his/her time. But let me ignore these moral compunctions which the future version of the reader will experience, and tell you where, after five minutes of composing useless doggerel in my head, some of which may have influenced some of what I have written here, I finally realized the unexplained light was coming from. It might indeed be a confidence shattering anticlimax for the reader to be told that it wasnt any pixies, or sprites that were making their presence felt, but I dont have a funny way of saying it yet, so,I will have to say it as plainly as possible, inconveniences caused are regretted.

There is a window to the right of my speaker, and there is a fence to the right of the window, and there is a house to the right of that fence, and the house has a porch fitted with a 200 watt bulb.

Somebody had left the bulb switched on.

Yes maam , thats my head swimming in your pool

Right. Now it must be understood at all costs that all I wanted was to start a Blog Post with the line "My head is swimming, my stomach squirming..." .


Now ,the reader must at this point think that,"Hell Shite, I can start a hundred and one blog posts with that, after all, this happens so often", like when you are about to finish a four hour lab at the back of five lectures hours, in which you strived (and unfortunately succeeded) in staying awake , or when you are shitting the morning after you've had the temerity to consume one whole Chicken Kali Mirch at Chainatown (for all ye ignorant fools, take note of the extra a in Chainatown, the pride of Kanpur), or when , oh, forget it.


But that is the whole fuckin point see.it happens to us too often. I waited for so long to find some interesting occurence that is initiated by my head swimming and/or my stomach squirming, or maybe some interesting occurence that ended with my head going for a swim etc. You get the point right..


Well, that shoulda been a simple enough proposition.But for that extra clause that states that the aforementioned incident/narrative ought to be positively interestingly.


I mean, how'd a sane responsible citizen like thyself respond if I listed out in detail all/any of the incidents that entail such acts of indiscipline by what are very, very important organs. And it wouldnt pleasant too. I mean, surely you dont wanna kno about the Mustachioed Fatso we are spanked by?


(The one that threatened to eat us once, dear, remember? The one that loved cgs units? Oh pity, you dont remember his speech about how the Slant eyes, The Euroes, and them Yanks would wank off on our face if we didnt read thos strips of A4 size sheets that he ordered us to read? Oh by the way, I got him on lease. Seven days. I get to spank him all I want)


So now, I hope I have conveyed the whole gravity of the situation to my esteemed reader. Nothing Interesting happens that way. Lots of things do, sure, but then who said anything about their being interesting eh?


So now, the dear darling of a reader (hmm, the right kind, I hope) must be twisting her right thumb 276 degrees (notice the sudden gender bias?) thinking (??? didnt know SHE could do THAT) about the vaguely fantastic possibilities that this decleration of my eventual intended intentions , and the fact that this is essentially a blog post about My head swimming and my stomach squirming, present in terms of the interesting incident
that i would presumably proceed to recount, and make HER misrable life a little less miserable to bear,if only for ten minutes, etc etc..


But guess what beauty (ok , and brutes are included too, albeit grudgingly on the part of this humble author) I have no story. What else did ya thing eh? Nothing interesting happens to me eh. I reside in dandruff county. What could be interesting in dandruff country eh? Nothing at all sweet love, Nothing at all.....


Shit. Did I just say all that? Was I talking all this while? Did them Nazi gunners hear me?