Abdul Kalam talks: Big Bang Experiment spells no trouble
Tags: Big Bang, CERN, Switzerland, Large Hadron Collider, Elementary Particle Physics
Large Hadron Collider
CERN (European Center for research in particle physics) is starting its biggest particle accelerator at its head quarters in Geneva.
Large Hadron Collider aerial view
The experiment that is being carried out could potentially create a tiny black hole that can suck in the world into itself.
Following is a conversation between me and my best friend Faizan Marolia.
Krishna Reddy: Dude!
Krishna Reddy: Chill out!
Krishna Reddy: Leave work for he day immediaely… V ll chill ou for one las ime!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Faizaan Marolia: umm
Faizaan Marolia: we will mee around 6 na?
Faizaan Marolia: i have work ill hen
Krishna Reddy: well no poin in working!
Krishna Reddy: as he world is gonna end oday
Faizaan Marolia: huh? why is he world goin o end oday?
Krishna Reddy: Well LHC is saring oday
Faizaan Marolia: wha is LHC now?
Krishna Reddy: large hadron collider a CERN
Krishna Reddy: which can poenially creae iny blackhole(s)
Faizaan Marolia: ah
Faizaan Marolia: sahee hai.
Faizaan Marolia: you really are very well informed
Krishna Reddy: So hey can potentially suck up he whole world ino i
Faizaan Marolia: wowie.. prey cool..
Faizaan Marolia: hen our lapops, everyhing will go in here righ?
Faizaan Marolia: or will hey say here??
Krishna Reddy: Yesssssssssss!
Faizaan Marolia: oh. so we’ll have o coninue working in here hen..
Krishna Reddy: has y here is no poin in working!!!
Krishna Reddy: hp
Faizaan Marolia: I don ge i
Faizaan Marolia: if we have o coninue working
Faizaan Marolia: i doesn’ maer wheher we are here, or no here
Faizaan Marolia: we may no even know he difference..
Krishna Reddy: na all he lappies will vanish ino a small piece of mass
Faizaan Marolia: oh
Faizaan Marolia: has prey cool
Faizaan Marolia: will we be alive?
Krishna Reddy: Na, no as bodies… our souls will remain hovering all over, reslessly!
Faizaan Marolia: ah
Faizaan Marolia: u believe in souls and all ha
Faizaan Marolia: ?
Krishna Reddy: I don believe in i…. coz i know i
Faizaan Marolia: as in?
Krishna Reddy: u believe sumhing ha u don know only…..
Faizaan Marolia: why?
Krishna Reddy: bu u ‘hink’ “i is so”
Faizaan Marolia: bu you know ha souls exis?
Krishna Reddy: Yes
Krishna Reddy: If no hen wo else r u?
Krishna Reddy: A dead piece of mass?
Krishna Reddy: Wihou consciousness?
Faizaan Marolia: well, u can make big saemens – bu ne-ne, he quesion is, wheher you hink here is somehing ha remains afer life expires
Krishna Reddy: Well, when u experience ur pure consiousness, wihou mind and body, hen u realize “oh! his is wha I am!!”
Krishna Reddy: Then u will come o “know” ha u r indepen of body
Faizaan Marolia: well, u are your mind
Faizaan Marolia: ha is one and he same
Faizaan Marolia: and your consciousness ends when you die
Faizaan Marolia: do you believe in ha, or do you believe ha i persiss.. hovering abou somewhere in he universe
Krishna Reddy: yes ha (mind) is a sep closer o urself…. bu no, i is no you
Faizaan Marolia: accha. so u don believe in ha.
Faizaan Marolia: has all i wan o know.
Krishna Reddy: well u r no he mind…. as mind is houghs, feelings and oher menal phenomena
Faizaan Marolia: mind is also consciousness
Faizaan Marolia: being aware
Krishna Reddy: u can be “conscious” wihou mind….
Faizaan Marolia: i is no differen
Krishna Reddy: in a no-mind sae
Faizaan Marolia: na.. i don hink you could be conscious if u didn’ have a mind
Krishna Reddy: u can b ‘presen’ and conscious even when he mind is no here, when her r no houghs
Faizaan Marolia: or some means of processing your sensory inpu
Faizaan Marolia: man.. wha do you mean by mind?
Krishna Reddy: well wihou consiousness u can hv mind – hos.
Krishna Reddy: bu he opposie is no rue…
Krishna Reddy: js like a dance can be here wihou dancer….
Krishna Reddy: bu he dancer can be here wihou dance
Krishna Reddy: mind is par of a larger hing called consciousness, no he oherway round
Faizaan Marolia: well, i hink he mind iself has given you consciousness.. whereas u believe i o be he oher way around..
Faizaan Marolia: has our basic disconnec
Krishna Reddy: Well, i define pure consciousness (consciness wihou mind) like his
Krishna Reddy: u know ‘I am’.
Krishna Reddy: u are aware ha u are
Krishna Reddy: bu u don know wehre u r and wha u r
Krishna Reddy: “I am”
Krishna Reddy: No “I am his” or “I am ha” or “I am indian” or “I am s/w engrr”
Faizaan Marolia: we have a difference has wy more basic han ha
Krishna Reddy: Is like ocean is he vas consciousness and a wave is a mind
My brand new web site and blog!
Today is an occasion for multiple celebrations. First of all it is my sister’s birthday. Then it is Gahesh Chaturthi. I started my new website krishna-reddy.com. And a colleague has become father for the first time. So much to celebrate on a single day!
Ganapati Bappa Morya!
Ganesh Pandal at Mahim, Mumbai
Over the next few days I will upload more photos/videos of Lord Ganesh especially from Mumbai. So watch out this space.
Meenkshi Reddy Madhvan on sex and realtionships: Get real and open your eyes
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan, in an exclusive interview to rediff.com discusses candidly about casual sex and relationships as a single Indian metro woman. In one of her blog posts she candidly describes her experiences about giving and receiving oral sex, wherein she says while she would love to smoke while receiving oral sex, only 2 out of 5 guys she has sex with receives a ‘royal treatment’ (of getting fellated by her).
Do you think young people in India know how to manage live-in relationships and casual sex, like Arshi from the book? Do you think Indian men are as mature as their women would like them to be?
I hope so! I mean, I think that it all depends on how you’ve been brought up. If you’re surrounded by a culture — I don’t mean societal culture, I mean a family culture — of people accepting who you are and who you want to be, then I think it should be a lot easier to manage relationships and sex wherever you are in the world. I know of a lot of conservative families in the West as well, so I really think it depends on how much importance you put in what you believe, as opposed to the beliefs of others.
As for Indian men and maturity, if you’re asking me on the whole, in general, no — I don’t think they are! But all my very dear male friends, they’re pretty mature.
You’re very upfront when talking about sex and relationships in the book — what has been the reaction of your friends and family to that?
My friends who have read the book go haan, this is us. Okay! And my family has actually been like, ‘Wow, so this is what you guys do, it’s opening a whole new window into your lives’! So it’s been quite interesting. My parents are pretty liberal people and they’ve brought me up to speak my mind, but I was pretty surprised by my extended family’s reaction, my aunts and cousins, I’ve received excellent feedback from them. I was really happy about that.
As for anybody else who objects to writing candidly on sex and relationships, I’d say get real and open your eyes!
What kind of books do you like to read? Do you read chicklit novels and about young people’s life experiences? How does it measure up to read such a work as against writing one?
I like to read a lot of stuff — both fiction and real-life experiences, but I’m not into fantasy writing and things like that. Zadie Smith is one of my favourite writers. Vikram Seth also. I do read chicklit novels and young people’s life experiences for fun sometimes, I enjoy them. But I wouldn’t exactly call my own book chicklit, because I think for me ‘chicklit’ is defined as a woman who is searching for a husband. I don’t think my protagonist is old enough — she’s only 25 — and secondly, I don’t think she’s searching for a husband, it’s more like she’s searching for herself. But that being said, it has been interesting writing a book about a woman and her relationships only and seeing the different classifications. I’d prefer if people didn’t think of You Are Here as a chicklit novel, but again, everyone’s entitled to their own opinions.
Barack Obama has chosen his Vice President!
Barack Obama this afternoon told USA Today that he has decided who he will ask to join him on the Democratic ticket. Obama, who has vowed not to identify his running mate until his supporters have been alerted via email and text message, declined to say whether he has informed the potential running mate of his decision.
“I won’t comment on anything else until I introduce our running mate to the world,” he told the newspaper. “That’s all you’re going to get out of me.” Pressed by reporters on the question at a campaign stop in Emporia, Virginia, Obama repeated that point. “I did say that I’ve made the selection and that’s all you’re going to get,” he said. The presumptive Democratic nominee told USA Today his decision had been a difficult one, because “[w]e had some great choices.”
Obama has said he wanted a running mate who is prepared to be president and “who can push against my preconceived notions and challenge me so we have got a robust debate in the White House.” Here’s a very brief audio clip of the exchange USA TODAY’s Kathy Kiely had with Obama about whether he’s made up his mind.
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan: 'I felt guilty leching at a hot guy'
rediff.com publishes one more excerpt from Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan‘s new book “You Are Here”:
One of the country’s most famous women bloggers, Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan has always been writing about life as a young, single woman in India. Refreshingly candid about her life and detailing everything from drinking and smoking to sexual escapades, she has won an audience that loves her bold style and can relate to her experiences.
As part of an ongoing series, we have featured four extracts from the first three chapters of her new book, You Are Here. Presented below is the fifth excerpt from Chapter 3:
‘So whose party is this anyway?’ I asked Fardeen in the car. ‘Will there be anyone I know?’
‘You might, you never know,’ said Fardeen. ‘It’s one of those huge-ass parties where everyone is invited.’
The drive to Chhattarpur was surprisingly quick considering it was a Saturday night. The Gurgaon-bound road has heavy traffic around then, what with all the weekend revellers heading that way.
Pretty soon we were pulling up in front of an ornate gate that led to a sprawling farmhouse — with not too many cars outside.
‘Ohhh, it doesn’t look like too many people have come,’ said Topsy.
She and Fardeen exchanged concerned looks and then Fardeen glanced at me and said, ‘Relax, it’s still early, I’m sure more people will turn up.’
‘I’m sure it’ll be fine, guys,’ I said, smiling at them. ‘Let’s go check it out at least, no?’
Topsy linked her arm through mine and we walked into the gate, past the guard (who confirmed that our names were indeed on the guest list) and into a huge, practically empty house. A television set was blaring in one of the rooms and a sleepy servant soon emerged to direct us outside through the kitchen. Here we stepped on to a paved path that ran around a sprawling lawn and broke off at a corner to lead to a decent-sized pool. Neat hedges edged the path and had been strung with fairy lights, as had a few large trees further down the lawn. Beyond that was darkness but I suspected the lawn stretched over a few more acres, at least. Two larger lights fitted at strange angles at two corners of the pool made the water shimmer alluringly. A bamboo shack with a thatch for a roof had been constructed to one side of the pool. On a table under it, amidst flickering candles, stood rows of glasses and bottles. I could see only two other people on a seat swing on the other side of the pool. Another guy was swimming in the pool and pulled himself out as soon as he saw us.
‘Fardeen, my man!’ exclaimed the guy, as he walked over to us, dripping, smiling warmly. I noticed he had a bit of a potbelly over the waistband of his Hawaiian shorts, which was printed with blue and white flowers. He was obviously the host, because after a gingerly one-arm hug and a clap on his back, Fardeen turned him towards us.
‘This is Akshay,’ he said, then to him, ‘Topsy and Arshi.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ Akshay grinned. His teeth were so super-straight I almost asked him which dental surgeon he frequented. ‘You guys are nice and early. Come, I’ll get you a drink.’
We went over to the seat swing, occupied by a guy strumming on a guitar and a girl swaying next to him. She jumped up as soon as she saw us and giggled at Akshay. ‘Oooh, Akshay, you’re all wet, baba. Do you want me to get you a towel?’
She was, I noticed, exceedingly thin. You could see her ribs jutting out between her almost non-existent breasts, and the bones in her shoulders were so sharp they looked like they would cut through her pale skin. Her eyes were enormous and rimmed with black circles, and the tapestry of veins on her face made it look like they had been painted on. She noticed me staring at her and tilted her chin away from me and up at Akshay.
‘You want a drink, baba? I’m going to make myself one.’ ‘No, no, you sit. And I don’t think you should be drinking any more.’
‘Oh, Akshay, you’re soooooo silly. It’s not like I’m going home or anything tonight, no?’
Akshay smiled dismissively at her and went off to get us our drinks. The girl trotted off after him. When he returned, he plonked himself down next to the guy with the guitar.
‘Sing us a song, man, you’re the piano man,’ he said, laughing.
‘Fuck off, Akshay,’ said the guy, but he was smiling too. He had a nice smile, with deep dimples that appeared and disappeared with every movement of his face, and a neat little French beard running from the sides of his rather lovely mouth to his slightly pointed chin. He was a little on the shorter side, barely taller than me (and I’m not very tall), I thought, though these things are hard to tell when someone’s sitting down.
‘Guys, this is Kabir,’ said Akshay, waving towards him. ‘Brilliant photographer by day and extraordinary musician by night.’
Kabir made a flamboyant gesture with his hand like he was taking a bow, and we cheered.
‘With an introduction like that I’ll have to sing, won’t I?’ he said, looking at Akshay.
‘Arrey, why do you think I was flattering you in the first place?’
‘Bastard!’ he said, but he started to strum idly on his guitar.
The skinny girl returned to the swing with a drink in one hand and started to massage Akshay’s shoulders, who looked mildly embarrassed by the gesture. Kabir had by now launched into one of my all-time favourites, Extreme’s More Than Words, and he did it well, too — all the drumming on the wood of the guitar between chords and an improvised riff or two, which made us feel even more like part of the audience at a music concert.
When Kabir was done, Fardeen whistled and I clapped and joined the raucous requests for an encore.
‘This musician’s tired,’ said Kabir, standing up and peeling off his white T-shirt. Oh he had a hot body. His stomach had just about
missed having a six-pack, but it was taut and firm and there was a hint of downy hair running from the base of his chest and vanishing into his shorts. It was much like what Cheeto had once referred to as his ‘happy trail’, and it was certainly making me happy now despite the tiny pangs of guilt flashing about in my head for leching at a hot guy while thinking of the recently-ex boyfriend. I caught myself staring and looked away, feeling the heat spread over my cheeks and ears, only to catch Topsy’s eye. She winked at me.
‘Who’s coming for a swim?’ Kabir asked, raising an eyebrow at us.
Previous excerpts:
‘My life is like a bra that’s been put on wrong’
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan: ‘I feel naked without my bag & earrings’
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan’s blog traffic shoots up!…
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan: ‘Men believe women always wear sexy underwear’
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan: I feel naked without my bag & earrings'
rediff.com publishes another excerpt from Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan‘s new book “You Are Here”.
Now, though, there’s this unspoken code that specifies that you can’t flirt with your friends’ ex-boyfriends, former crushes or fuck-buddies. I don’t quite get the concept of a fuck-buddy, though, and I certainly don’t think it works in an Indian context. Sure, we’re second-generation liberated and all that, but there are still people among us who talk about rape victims in the most uneducated way, saying things like they had asked for it because they had dressed attractively and were walking alone on a deserted street and what not. In short, the accusatory finger points straight at the woman, always, and I’m not sure it’s about to change. It’s not really the twenty-first century in many parts of India, and it’s not just the small towns I’m talking about. Sometimes when I’m travelling and I light a cigarette, the way people look at me it’s almost as if I were dancing around naked, ringing a bell in their ears to draw attention. In Delhi itself if a woman is thirty and opinionated and lives alone, she’s either a slut or one of those terrible Indian women who doesn’t need a man and is therefore, definitely, a lesbian. With attitudes like this, is it any wonder that women in Indian urban societies still stifle orgasms and are yelled at in school for wearing skirts that end above the knee because it would mean attracting ‘male attention’ which would make you, well, ‘dirty’, ‘Westernized’ and ‘loose’?
Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan's blog traffic shoots up!
With the hot news of her debut book You are here‘s release, people across the globe started searching eagerly for Meenakshi Reddy Madhavan‘s blog on internet. As a result, unsurprisingly but interestingly, daily traffic of her blog The Compulsive Confessor has surged by about 6 times the ohterwise average.
Here are the stunning statistics of her blog’s traffic:
HR and top management: How things are here!!!
Well, the HR Vice President/manager of your company declares, with BIG enthu face, “Now I can see smiles everywhere” while announcing a yearly appraisal, generating great excitement in the employees.
But after a month, this is what happens!
And this is the hard truth about the HR and top management!