Musings

My Arbit Life

2006-03-11T07:38:00.000-08:00

Social Software

2006-02-19T03:01:00.000-08:00

Social Software (published in www.dcetech.com/undertones edition 003)

Recent times have witnessed a deluge of ‘social sites’ on the Internet. And if you are reading this, in all probability you are a happy member of one of such websites as Orkut, Del.icio.us, Flickr, Hi5, Friendster, Gazzag…the list is endless.These community websites are helping people across the globe stay connected. Such is their popularity that it has been the cause behind yet another revolution on the Internet, by the name of ‘social software’.
Taking it to another level are websites like ‘Second Life’: a 3D virtual World entirely built and owned by its residents where people live alternate lives.

On the outside, this looks like a simple and easy way to find your friends online, send messages to them and stay in touch. But a deeper look at it reveals amazing realities. It is leading to radical social change. In fact many researchers and psychologists are busy studying the psychosis of online social networks.

Let us look at the situation as a scientist would do. From the Random Graph theory, we know that if you take a set of nodes, like say people, and link them randomly, you will end up with a complex graph where anyone can reach anyone. In fact, the theory of six degrees of separation says anyone on this earth can be connected to any other person on the planet through a chain of acquaintances that has no more than five intermediaries. The theory was first proposed in 1929 by the Hungarian writer Frigyes Karinthy in a short story called Chains. Later, this was proved to be true through interesting experiments done in 1967 by American sociologist Stanley Milgram and later by Duncan Watts.

Watts' research and the advent of the computer/information age, has opened up new areas of inquiry related to six degrees of separation in diverse areas of network theory such as power grid analysis, disease transmission, graph theory, corporate communication, and computer circuitry.

On more general terms, being on a ‘social site’ is almost like having another set of peers altogether. It also means gaining greater acquaintance with people you barely know otherwise. Also, from the graph theory (and common sense), people having larger number of friends can grow their networks faster because it means so many more connections from each node. So, like it is usual, the rich keep getting richer!

The ‘growth’ of the network occurs due to sparsely linked clusters of people. Studies have been done on ‘strength of weak ties’ which basically imply that your two best friends will know each other well and similar connections would lead to higher ‘cohesion’ in the group or in other words higher chances of interlinking of people and more people knowing each other. This is basic idea behind the ‘Friend of Friend’ type connections, in case you are familiar with them.
More importantly, these click-connections would eventually have everyone on the internet connected to everyone else! This would transform the way people think of cultures different from their own; leading to a more cohesive and tolerant world: a global village.
Well, that does seem a little too far away right now but it wouldn’t be surprising if companies start giving interview calls right away on an orkut or a friendster!! Hi5 to that!

Mukund PrasadFourth year, Electrical EngineeringDCE

Sammy - Play review

2006-02-19T02:59:00.000-08:00

Sammy
At the Mahindra and Mahindra Theatre Excellence awards, the play, ‘Sammy’ directed by Lillete Dubey was staged. Sammy is The name that shook an empire. And judging by the standing ovations it received at the Shri Ram Centre Auditorium, it is leaving audiences touched and shaken.
The play is based on the life of Mahatma Gandhi. The beauty of the play is that it takes you through the journey of Gandhiji from ‘Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi’ to ‘Mahatma’. It tells the story of Gandhiji’s life starting from South Africa to his death.
To explain the meaning of the word "Sammy", the title of the play, the scene dissolves into Mohan standing besides the Police Superintendent's wife Alexander who, a few minutes earlier had saved him from the mob. Mohan asks her if the crowd knew what the word Sammy meant. "Yes, of course. Most of our indentured labor comes from India and most of their names end in Sammy, Ramasammy, Narayanasammy, and so on." "The word is Swami", Mohan corrects her. "But that is not important at a time like this," says Mrs. Alexander. "But it is. Because it means master or teacher," says Mohan turning to the men who are standing about watchfully and says, "Thank you, gentlemen. I shall endeavor to live up to that." Indeed, a masterly way of explaining the title of the play.
In the play, Gandhi talks to, consults and even debates with his own ‘inner voice’ played by Ravi Dubey (back on stage after 20 years). The technique is not that new, but it is the way the playwright uses it and the way the two actors Ravi Dubey as the Mahatma and Joy Sengupta as Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi project it, that makes all the difference. Joy Sengupta has performed to perfection the role of Gandhi. Especially, as the Gandhi in South Africa, he is flawless. Little wonder that he bagged the best actor award for this role.
The conversations with the ‘inner voice’ are simply great. They bring about the inner voice Ganhiji has referred to in his autobiography which helped him make many decisions. He actually turned to it for advise. .... "But how can an ordinary person like me tackle such a vast crowd?" asks Mohan. "Reach out to them, take away the blindfold and they will see...they called you Sammy," without completing the sentence the Mahtama (inner voice) withdraws.
The two-hour drama of Sammy takes a look at lesser-known incidents of Gandhi’s life in South Africa. The script is a veritable guide, which will make people learn — and unlearn — various aspects of Indian history and yet entertain. The cast includes stage regulars Vijay Crishna, Denzil Smith, Zafar Karachiwalla, Anu Menon, Joy Sengupta and Asif Beg.
Back at home in India the play touches upon some of the most important milestones in our struggle for independence like the Champaran agitation, the Dandi March, the massacre in Jalianwala Bagh, and the charkha as a weapon to fight the British. The pros and cons of the movement itself are discussed between the Mahatma (the inner voice) and Mohan.
The relationship of Gandhiji with Kasturba are brought to light by some incidents and dialogues. Important to note is the fact that Gandhiji was very direct and straight-forward regarding this. His vow of celibacy and the need to discuss it with his wife are also touched upon.
Neha Dubey, in the demanding role of Kasturba is like a breath of fresh air with her English showered with a Gujrati accent. She also portrays the later stages of the character’s life with the required change in body language and voice. She was my favorite in the play marked with stellar performances.
He had an effect on many Indian leaders of the time. The changes in Nehru and Sarojini are brought out quite well.
In my opinion the play suffered a little with too many black-outs in the second half, but those were inevitable to show different scenes. The set was done quite intelligently to aid this.
The play has some excellent repartees and evokes good humor too. It is an excellent and more importantly a memorable play even from the last rows of the balcony!!
(Partap Sharma's best known plays include "A Touch of Brightness", "Power Play", "Begum Sumroo" and "Zen Katha". He is also a novelist and no mean actor, who won the National Award in 1971 for his performance in Phir Bhi.)
(Mukund Prasad blogs at mukundprasad.blogspot.com)

The Happy Song

2005-08-14T09:03:00.000-07:00

Sometimes a fall doesn't break you.
Sometimes a touch can shatter.
Sometimes the swords don't kill you
kills something as soft as feather.
But it doesn't matter to me.
I am unbreakable.
I am happy.

I smile when I meet,
and I listen to music
and I walk the garden
and I love the bird-songs.
So what if
the smiles are fake
the garden- empty without you
and all songs are sad.
It doesn't matter to me.
I am happy.

Life is beautiful.
I just need some time.
I am so happy I could dance
but the music is sad.
I want to sing
but the notes are too flat.
I want to write
but the words don't rhyme.
So I sing
I dance
and I write love poems
because
I am happy.

I am so happy I feel like spring
but the weather is sad.
I love to smell the wet air
but the air is sad.

I am wearing red-coloured glasses
but all I see is blue.
'I am happy.
''I am unbreakable.'
These words are hollow
useless
and
untrue.

(originally written on) -19 December 2002 11:11pm

The Curse

2005-07-09T07:42:00.000-07:00

The Curse

A student who in his own glory basked
One night to his teacher he asked
“O my teacher please do tell
why you call poetry a curse from hell”.
“Student! I see you are plagued by doubt
well this is how it came about.

When I could run as fast as one could
I once ran to a lonely, dark deep wood.
On that dreary moonlit night
I reached a grave and froze with fright
An inscribed stone beside it said
I don’t know why aloud I read-
‘Here rests the poet Oliver Scarlet
the man who reads this epithet
On that man I lay a curse
all his words shall be hence in verse.
But this shall be the fate of one, not all.
Right now on him a rose shall fall.’
Until this day I cannot tell
Wherefrom on me a rose then fell.”

“I was so happy, I cried aloud
O sweet lord! Beyond the cloud!
This is no curse ‘tis a boon I bet.
It ought to make me a great poet.
It was destiny I thought, as planned by god
Of some of my prayers, this was reward
I thanked the lord, and thanked the lord
My pen now had more might than sword.

I talked in verse
Good or averse
And all the words did rhyme
‘Cursed’ it said, I did not know
how poetry was a crime.

I spoke of love and the pain it brings
Then of some bell, in hell which rings.
I then spoke of some unspeakable pine
The words were from me, the feelings not mine.

I spoke of some cities, where I’d never been
The stories were different but everyone was mean.
I said there’s a devil inside every man
One should unravel it as much as one can.
Why ‘love to love’ and ‘hate to hate’
Lets ‘hate to love’ and ‘love to hate’

No such view I ever did hold
Yet ‘life is hell’ to all I told.
I never did speak of anything good
To this day, I wish I could.

Thinking of past, I beat my head
To a would-be bride, once I said-
‘Of friends and love you’ll find none
they all leave you when work is done
your beau is no different, so I can bet
why marry at all when you shall regret.’
The marriage was broken, and so was her heart.
From that fair city I was made to depart.

Some said I was great; just as emphatic
as those for whom I was a lunatic.
No poet some had heard, so eloquent
To asylum some said I shall be sent.

Some nights I woke up shivering O Dear!
I had none but my own soul to fear.
I wrote of some people I wanted to kill
I had never known them, I don’t know them still.

To all the world, how could I say
How I wished, this would go away.
The curse brought me fame but more distress
Let us not from the point digress…

My mind had no control, no thought.
It had since then begun to rot.
For what I said ain’t said by me
Using my tongue is none but he
I am his slave, scapegoat, his pet
Of the poet- Oliver Scarlet.
And in my heart no light does shine
‘tis just my body, the soul is not mine.

To stop myself from the heck I say
I thought I’ll just kneel down and pray.
I told myself- pray all the time
Until in the end god gives me a sign.

I begged O lord! Reverse the curse.
Stop it now, before much worse.
Make me cripple, blind or maimed
My rhyme and curse are the same.
What is a poem, but reflection of soul
Spread of hate, is not its goal.

That time I thought of none but god
And even forgot five days had passed!
The sun rose in front, to my back it went
At least I thought I had nothing to repent.

Then in my mind about to rot
After so long, sparked a thought.
‘what good is it really for the sun
every morn its back to where it had begun!

Then in my head I heard a crack
‘to where it began, I shall go back!’
that’s it! That’s it! This shall be it!
I’ll go to the grave on a night moonlit.

And so on the next moonlit night
I went to the wood and wished I was right.
‘twas all so eerie, cause nothing had changed.
I found the grave, it had there remained.

And so, to the grave, again I tread
I found the stone, on its back I read-
‘To the men of vanity
you shall tell your tragedy.
The curse on you shall pass away
to the one who asks of its next prey.’

“Alas! To whom the curse shall pass?
Tell me o teacher! Did anyone ask?”
“Ah! Now of the curse I shall be rid
none had asked, but you just did.”
“Oh my god! What assinity
how I erred I cannot see
O! my teacher I know you are great
please tell me my remedy, don’t make me wait.”

“Nay! Once in your body, his soul you hold
you shall yourself find out, you cannot be told.
Keep trying, God helps- this I have known
But on mother earth every man is on his own
Every man is on his own.

(written: summer 2004)

Rain

2005-07-06T04:34:00.000-07:00

Sometimes its rain-
just random droplets,
falling in vain.

Sometimes its fall,
sometimes hope.

An inspiration to a lover,
an iginiting of creation.
A burden on the sky
or just a promise-- well-kept.
An understanding-- obvious, unsaid.

Or nothing at all.
A matter of chance,
unjustly surmised.

Sometimes its rain-
brings back memories and pain.

Sometimes its rain-
calm, and stolid;
unruly, and angry;
happy, and sanguine;
lovely, and romantic;
harsh, and loud;
silent, and beautiful.
Rain

...just random droplets,
falling in vain.

7 July 2005. New Delhi

Musings

2005-07-06T04:31:00.000-07:00

Starting today!!!
This blog will contain my musings.
Thoughts, poems, reviews, photographs-
in general...musings!
An outlet for my creative instincts.