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Main Entry: whesne
Pronunciation: 'wes-nA, 'wes-nay
Function: pronoun
Etymology: Kannada, from eshtané
Used as an interrogative expressing inquiry about the numerical position in a sequence, or order of arrival of an object or matter.
Examples:
1. Whesne child of your parents are you?
Another way of saying it: If your siblings are numbered in the sequence of their birth, and you are number 'n', what is the value of 'n'?
Sample answer: I am the third, after Jack and Sophie.
2. Whesne time am I telling you this?
Another way of saying it: This is the 'n'th time I am telling you - do you know what 'n' is?
Sample answer: Yeah, yeah - I think it's the fifth time, but hey, chill out - I'll do it sometime.
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Main Entry: kalsmelogra
Pronunciation: 'kals-mA-l&gra, 'kals-may-lOgra
Function: noun
Etymology: Kannada, from kalasumélogara
1. An unorganized collection or mixture, referring to eatables like mixed vegetable soups.
2. A disturbed or confused state of mind, or state of affairs.
Similar words: Chowchow, Hotchpotch, Potpourri
Examples:
1. What a fricking kalsmelogra this has turned out to be!
2. Hey, you wanna try out some funky kalsmelogra that I've been preparing?
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Saturday, April 16, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Une expérience extraordinaire
Last evening, just outside of my company, a North-Indian coworker, with his ID prominently displayed, requested for a ride in my car. I let him in - and then let him have it: a unique aural and olfactory experience he wouldn't forget.
The first impact was from the heavy eucalyptus fragrance - created with a cotton wad soaked in eucalyptus oil and placed in front of a floor air vent. Historically, this in-car aromatherapy has been known to shock unsuspecting people, and make them wish they were elsewhere.
The second impact was from my choice of radio - pure South Indian Carnatic classical music. There was this lady singing, I could almost imagine her, plump and clad in a red saree, sitting on a stage floor, her hand rhythmically thumping her thigh with gusto. She was in full steam - and this was just the beginning of her performance - the initial Alapana where she'd tune and stretch her vocal chords and our patience with some ten minutes of various sounds and permutations of 'tha dha ri naaaaaaa naaaaaa'.
At some point, this guy seemed to have accepted his fate and started to doze off. That's when I switched to a station playing old Kannada songs. He woke up with a start to the crooning of B. Saroja Devi. The song went like 'koodona, koodi balona'. Pretty racy stuff, eh? These old Kannada songs.
After being subjected to all this, this guy was very glad to get out of my car at the Silk Board junction. I'm sure he'll run if he sees my car again.
The first impact was from the heavy eucalyptus fragrance - created with a cotton wad soaked in eucalyptus oil and placed in front of a floor air vent. Historically, this in-car aromatherapy has been known to shock unsuspecting people, and make them wish they were elsewhere.
The second impact was from my choice of radio - pure South Indian Carnatic classical music. There was this lady singing, I could almost imagine her, plump and clad in a red saree, sitting on a stage floor, her hand rhythmically thumping her thigh with gusto. She was in full steam - and this was just the beginning of her performance - the initial Alapana where she'd tune and stretch her vocal chords and our patience with some ten minutes of various sounds and permutations of 'tha dha ri naaaaaaa naaaaaa'.
At some point, this guy seemed to have accepted his fate and started to doze off. That's when I switched to a station playing old Kannada songs. He woke up with a start to the crooning of B. Saroja Devi. The song went like 'koodona, koodi balona'. Pretty racy stuff, eh? These old Kannada songs.
After being subjected to all this, this guy was very glad to get out of my car at the Silk Board junction. I'm sure he'll run if he sees my car again.
Monday, April 11, 2005
I see Dainty People...
As I sit on the throne and stare into the void, my mind starts to discern human figures on the tiles in front of me... I've seen Sir M Vishweshwariah, and this bloke with bushy eyebrows whose name eludes me at the moment, a ballet-dancing figure, and gasp, two nude females, one of them exquisitely postured, her hair flowing in the wind!
Gosh, this maybe some sort of a Rorschach test to unravel my mind ;)
Gosh, this maybe some sort of a Rorschach test to unravel my mind ;)
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Einstein's unfinished work
... is still unfinished, 50 years later. I was reading the article 'One Hundred Years of Uncertainty' by Brian Greene in the NYT.
An excerpt:
Unlike many of his colleagues, Einstein believed that a fundamental physical theory was much more than the sum total of its predictions - it was a mathematical reflection of an underlying reality. And the reality entailed by quantum mechanics was a reality Einstein couldn't accept.
Einstein waged a two-front assault on the problem. He sought an internal chink in the quantum framework that would establish it as a mere steppingstone on the path to a deeper and more complete description of the universe. At the same time, he sought a grander synthesis of nature's laws - what he called a "unified theory" - that he believed would reveal the probabilities of quantum mechanics to be no more profound than the probabilities offered in weather forecasts, probabilities that simply reflect an incomplete knowledge of an underlying, definite reality.
By the early 1950's, Einstein realized he was losing the battle. But the memories of his earlier success with relativity - "the years of anxious searching in the dark, with their intense longing, their alternations of confidence and exhaustion and the final emergence into the light" - urged him onward. Maybe the intense light of discovery that had so brilliantly illuminated his path as a young man would shine once again. While lying in a bed in Princeton Hospital in mid-April 1955, Einstein asked for the pad of paper on which he had been scribbling equations in the desperate hope that in his final hours the truth would come to him. It didn't.
So who will finish his work? There are many unsolved mysteries in this universe... and right here on our planet. Some of these have been brazenly ignored by the scientific community. I believe that this century will witness an expansion of our understanding of what 'energy' is, and it's various forms seen, and unseen. This will include acceptance and validation of prana, or chi/ki, and acknowledgement of various energy centers on Earth, the suble energy fields around objects (like pyramids), and perhaps even, creation of instruments to detect, measure, and harness these energies. And James Randi will be a million dollars poorer.
When this new understanding happens, we can relook at Einstein's theories, and his quests. Would a new science emerge, where the laws of Einstein's physics are merely a special case?
An excerpt:
Unlike many of his colleagues, Einstein believed that a fundamental physical theory was much more than the sum total of its predictions - it was a mathematical reflection of an underlying reality. And the reality entailed by quantum mechanics was a reality Einstein couldn't accept.
Einstein waged a two-front assault on the problem. He sought an internal chink in the quantum framework that would establish it as a mere steppingstone on the path to a deeper and more complete description of the universe. At the same time, he sought a grander synthesis of nature's laws - what he called a "unified theory" - that he believed would reveal the probabilities of quantum mechanics to be no more profound than the probabilities offered in weather forecasts, probabilities that simply reflect an incomplete knowledge of an underlying, definite reality.
By the early 1950's, Einstein realized he was losing the battle. But the memories of his earlier success with relativity - "the years of anxious searching in the dark, with their intense longing, their alternations of confidence and exhaustion and the final emergence into the light" - urged him onward. Maybe the intense light of discovery that had so brilliantly illuminated his path as a young man would shine once again. While lying in a bed in Princeton Hospital in mid-April 1955, Einstein asked for the pad of paper on which he had been scribbling equations in the desperate hope that in his final hours the truth would come to him. It didn't.
So who will finish his work? There are many unsolved mysteries in this universe... and right here on our planet. Some of these have been brazenly ignored by the scientific community. I believe that this century will witness an expansion of our understanding of what 'energy' is, and it's various forms seen, and unseen. This will include acceptance and validation of prana, or chi/ki, and acknowledgement of various energy centers on Earth, the suble energy fields around objects (like pyramids), and perhaps even, creation of instruments to detect, measure, and harness these energies. And James Randi will be a million dollars poorer.
When this new understanding happens, we can relook at Einstein's theories, and his quests. Would a new science emerge, where the laws of Einstein's physics are merely a special case?
My Stream of Consciousness is showing
Hi, welcome to my blog - I wish to use this forum as a place for recording thoughts and ideas too arcane, wacky, personal, or just too boring for ordinary conversation :)
Have a great time!
Cheers,
Pramod.
Have a great time!
Cheers,
Pramod.
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