Tada trip

Eugenics

Eugenics is a social philosophy which advocates the improvement of human hereditary traits through various forms of intervention.The goals of various groups advocating eugenics have included the creation of healthier, more intelligent people, to save society's resources, and lessen human suffering, as well as desires to breed for optimal qualities.
Galton, a cousin of Dalton, first sketched out his theory in the 1865 article "Hereditary Talent and Character", then elaborated it further in his 1869 book Hereditary Genius. He began by studying the way in which human intellectual, moral, and personality traits tended to run in families. Galton's basic argument was that "genius" and "talent" were hereditary traits in humans (although neither he nor Darwin yet had a working model of this type of heredity). He concluded that, since one could use artificial selection to exaggerate traits in other animals, one could expect similar results when applying such models to humans. As he wrote in the introduction to Hereditary Genius:

I propose to show in this book that a man's natural abilities are derived by inheritance, under exactly the same limitations as are the form and physical features of the whole organic world. Consequently, as it is easy, notwithstanding those limitations, to obtain by careful selection a permanent breed of dogs or horses gifted with peculiar powers of running, or of doing anything else, so it would be quite practicable to produce a highly-gifted race of men by judicious marriages during several consecutive generations.

Village blues

sunrise

My cam and/or me

Trip

Meeting Mr.Death

After reading this article you might feel that 'This is what happens when internet is provided without discretion. Each fellow vomits his baseless whims on everybody around. Messy internet. Really.'
Anyway, simply put, I have a message to deliver and I am sure that with my limited resources of strength and will , I would not be able to put it across. So, death is the idea. For the same reasons [lack of strength and will], I cannot push myself to such an extreme step.
So, chance. I only have one hope. Chance.
So, Someone strangles me to death. Makes it look like a suicide. And I have a note in my pocket which says ' I hate my DNA'
Thats my perfect idea of death

The ocean will be just as blue
The earth will be just as red
A handful of pills to myself
And the world will be cleaner than what it was

Disclaimer: This article has been conceived by a part of me and has no bearing whatsoever on the rest of myself

The way I am

So.. here goes...
If you cant read the whole thing, I am a 6/10 guy. On a long enough time scale and and wide enough area of concern. I mean avg. guy.You know why it is 6 and not 5.

In detail...

I am basically orthodox. The society I grew up can be held responsible. I just want to live like a sober born-in-a-town guy.
I am extremely reasonable. Kind of only good thing about myself, I feel.
With enough reason you can talk me into anything.
I am not extremely passionate about anything.
I am quite lazy most of the time.
Unconditional love , to me is unreasonable. So, I dont approve of it.
I am egotistic. So its ME always.
I am not good-looking most of the time.
I am not athletic. I dont have a superb build.
I often use people to my advantage.
I have become diplomatic. You will never know you have been cheated.
I have a wierd taste in many things. No, this not to put pseud. By weird,I mean bad.
I am a chauvinist.
Im understanding. But I am not caring.
I am not really the cool 'cho chweet' kind of lovable guy.

All this about me as a person.

Short list of all that I wanted to become in chronological order

Music composer
scientist
Ulti engineer
Bass guitarist
writer
Professional programmer
professor
Film director
Management consultant
Photographer


That should have given you a good idea

I hate

First and foremost MYSELF ,
Girlish boys,
Female pop singers [Britney, madonna etc..]
Societal Restrictions
Unreasonable people

I like

All metal bands
My branch of study
Psychology
My cam
My wingmates
My hostel
Economics
Management
Photography
Imdb toppers







I despise wishes
viz., Happy B'day. Good morning, Best of luck etc.
I have a reason.
These wishes have become a part of formal addressing.
They are no more felt.
How many times have you really meant a birthday wish? I mean think about the wish, really pray for it. Just for a few seconds...
One or two times a year?? I am not even sure of that. But I wish about 100 times a year.
Respect, love or caring words like these should not come as a force of formality.
Since I dont really care about all the people around me, I find it embarrassing to wish them passively.
And I really feel an Archies card is no substitute for a few seconds' prayer.
Next time you buy a card. Spend time. Not money.

Petty tips for film-making

Now,I take my position as a normal cine-goer. A not-so-regular one at that. I tried to do some little analysis of films myself. of late, I conscioulsy started observing myself on how i responded to the sequence of events of a cinema . Here are excerpts.
Appreciation of any kind of art stems from the viewers' ability to interpret a seemingly complicated piece of art, which inturn gives him appreciation of his own genius . Then he thinks of the artist's genius on how the artist could come up with such a thing. And then comes appreciation to the artist. This concerns arts like painting, photography, handi-craft etc. where your primary goal is to communicate with the viewer( you point your view of life and how beautifu things look to you). And how interesting you make it for the viewer give a measure of merit in the piece of art.

Now to cinema. Golden rule for mediocre commercial films. Never disappoint the viewer. In the sense, do not show radical things to orthodox viewers who are immune to change. Depict a society which the viewer wants to see. And then play around with the story.
For other mainstream films, I have found that these things add. One of the strongest emotions that can be so easily created is nostalgia. And the cumilative effect of that is what the viewer has when he leaves the cinema. Associate the viewer with the characters. Make them identifiable. Generate familiarity with a few particular locations or background tunes. Like what Roobaroo and the fort do at the very end of RDB.
Let the film be informative. Let it have the same old story on strong new grounds. Okkadunnadu, Aithe are examples as such . Stress on societal values and unexpressed love between companions(Like how each person in a family has a soft corner for another even though they dont express it). As I have already said , make the plot open , obscure and complicated.Let the viewer decide the angle in which he wants to view the film. Let the viewer have something to understand even after the film is up. Now, when he gets over the unexplained things , he is convinced about his own genius and then he thinks of how beautifully the director has shown the essentials of the movie without compromising on anything that he wished to convey. The bottomline is that, you have something to say, and you dont want to spoon-feed it to the viewer. Just give him only quintessential things and let him develop the rest. Like what Fight-club , Matrix and other movies did. It is easy to tell the story just the way you conceived, but it is really difficult to complicate it, and still convey the message.

The next time you go to a film,notice the different kinds of emotions you go through and just see what in the story drove the emotion, and you will be clear on what basic grounds each scene in the story stands . I shall keep updating this column as and when I have new things to say. Thank-you for bearing with me.

Wonderful story

Well, even if you are very busy, this should qualify as a Must Read.
Sir Ernest Rutherford, President of the Royal Academy, and recipient of the
Nobel
Prize in Physics, related the following story:
Some time ago I received a call from a colleague. He was about to give a
student a zero for his
answer to a physics question, while the student claimed a perfect score. The
instructor and the
student agreed to an impartial arbiter, and I was selected. I read the
examination question: "Show
how it is possible to determine the height of a tall building with the aid
of a barometer." The
student had answered: "Take the barometer to the top of the building, attach
a long rope to it,
lower it to the street, and then bring it up, measuring the length of the
rope. The length of the rope
is the height of the building." The student really had a strong case for
full credit since he had
really answered the question completely and correctly! On the other hand, if
full credit were given,
it could well contribute to a high grade in his physics course and certify
competence in physics,
but the answer did not confirm this. I suggested that the student have
another try.
I gave the student six minutes to answer the question with the warning that
the answer should
show some knowledge of physics. At the end of five minutes, he hadn't
written anything. I asked if
he wished to give up, but he said he had many answers to this problem; he
was just thinking of
the best one. I excused myself for interrupting him and asked him to please
go on. In the next
minute, he dashed off his answer, which read: "Take the barometer to the top
of the building and
lean over the edge of the roof. Drop the barometer, timing its fall with a
stopwatch. Then, using
the formula x=0.5*a*t^2, calculate the height of the building."
At this point, I asked my colleague if he would give up. He conceded, and
gave the student almost
full credit. While leaving my colleague's office, I recalled that the
student had said that he had
other answers to the problem, so I asked him what they were. Well, "said the
student, "there are
many ways of getting the height of a tall building with the aid of a
barometer. For example, you
could take the barometer out on a sunny day and measure the height of the
barometer, the length
of its shadow, and the length of the shadow of the building, and by the use
of simple proportion,
determine the height of the building.""Fine," I said, "and others?"
"Yes," said the student, "there is a very basic measurement method you will
like. In this method,
you take the barometer and begin to walk up the stairs. As you climb the
stairs, you mark off the
length of the barometer along the wall. You then count the number of marks,
and this will give you
the height of the building in barometer units. A very direct method." "Of
course. If you want a
more sophisticated method, you can tie the barometer to the end of a string,
swing it as a
pendulum, and determine the value of g [gravity] at the street level and at
the top of the building.
From the difference between the two values of g, the height of the building,
in principle, can be
calculated. On this same tack, you could take the barometer to the top of
the building, attach a
long rope to it, lower it to just above the street, and then swing it as a
pendulum. You could then
calculate the height of the building by the period of the precession".
"Finally," he concluded,
"there are many other ways of solving the problem. Probably the best," he
said, "is to take the
barometer to the basement and knock on the superintendent's door. When the
superintendent
answers, you speak to him as follows: 'Mr. Superintendent, here is a fine
barometer. If you will tell
me the height of the building, I will give you this barometer."
At this point, I asked the student if he really did not know the
conventional answer to this
question. He admitted that he did, but said that he was fed up with high
school and college
instructors trying to teach him how to think.
The name of the student was Niels Bohr." (1885-1962) Danish Physicist; Nobel

Prize 1922; best

known for proposing the first 'model' of the atom with protons & neutrons,
and various energy
states of the surrounding electrons - the familiar icon of the small nucleus
circled by three
elliptical orbits ... but more significantly, an innovator in Quantum
Theory.

The girl on the bus

I wanted to desperately vomit a few things and I suddenly found none to do the honours.
Blogspot offered itself with an overwhelming willingness and I could'nt resist.
Chapters of my life would arguably make a decent pastime for a passive reader.

'The girl on the bus' is a really contrasting story to 'The girl on the train' , which was some Ruskin Bond tale we had been taught at school.

I usually come to chennai by bus, but if I start on mondays, the 4 0'clock bus is inevitable.
I usually hate getting up early mornings, but on the particular day, I had thought of wearing a new shirt, one I bought the day before. That was incentive enough to get myself up quickly and I had that strange feeling of confidence neat linen gives.I walked down to the stop some 15 min. early .

I was all alone and I had a sense of satisfaction in the feeling that I was doing my job and everyone was asleep . [I thought of some poetic line which said 'men who build the nation are the men who toil when all others were asleep, though 'asleep' I know means something else]
I expected the bus to be full. It was. But, I did'nt anticipate that I would'nt even get space for my legs. The bus was so full. I really had a sense of tranquility, though. [The sense of accomplishment]

I could see different kinds of people, most of them,lost in themselves,too bothered to care about people around. Most of the people who were standing were disgusted with their awkward positions, though they understood that there was really no escape. They expected people to get down at each stop, instead it turned out to be the other way around. I was'nt trying to sleep. I was trying to fight sleep actually. So, I looked around and my attention was caught by a beautiful girl (The last thing I would expect on such a bus).

What amazed me was her near elated expression on her face. Her eyes were remarkable. Really remarkable. I had a vague feeling that I had seen her somewhere (which I know usually kicks up when you see such girls). I kept staring at her. I kept staring at her. I kept at it.I n, forearly 4 hours could not take my eyes off her.
She had a costly mobile. So, I guessed should have been some restless software engineer. She was in quite an unattractive dress, though her looks made up for it. All through the journey she did'nt even throw a cursory glance at me,which I promptly attributed to my incompetence to charm people into attention. But, desperately wanted to create a situation an talk to her. I though of all excuses, but ultimately could'nt pump my courage to do it. I only hoped she would get down at my place.

She did. I felt joy. Shortlived though. I followed. (Continued...)

Why did I start blogging?

I started this because everybody around me seem to be doing this.
I sometimes wonder because most of the things I do are because
that is the trend and everybody keep doing it which is contrary to my
objective in life- to do something no one has done.
Anyway, I wanted to create a web page- blogs seemed to be the easiest thing, though I did'nt know what they actual meant. Dictionary gave me this thing.

blog
noun
1.	a shared on-line journal where people can post diary entries about their personal experiences and hobbies; "postings on a blog are usually in chronological order" [syn: web log]

Ok, I get that blog is where you express your views (Read: where you put pseud)
Right,here we go.
I am Mr.Pseud-putter.
Welcome aboard.