Bathed in the moonlight
I walk in to the town
I feel a chill in the air
And there's not a soul around
The sky is crimson red
And all the lights are out
Sadness shrouds the night
And I hear the silence shout
Far in the distance I can see
A lonely light calling out to me
I walk inside
And see her standing behind
The counter smiling back at me.
- Lyrics of the song 'prelude' of the album 'distant dream'
Amazing lyrics, Amazing tunes and its all indian!
Have a great time at http://www.distantdream.com/music/
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
And this is why!
A question used to regularly poke my head when i used to study history as a kid at school. The textbooks always taught about foreginers invading India and indians mostly submissing with the exceptions of a few special men like shivaji. The thing that bothered me was the perceived weakness. Weren't india kings not as ambitious as their counterparts in other nations? What was lacking in the indian school of thought? This was a question that stayed with me. Strange but true.
Fortunately, i read this paragraph by rabindranath tagore, today.
Quoting him,
"According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely
living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our ownselves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in pefect union."
May be indian kings knew what tagore meant even before he said this!
This is not relevant here but he also said this, 'all men have poetry in their hearts and it is necessary for them, as much as possible, to express their feelings'.
Tagore, you rock dude!
Fortunately, i read this paragraph by rabindranath tagore, today.
Quoting him,
"According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely
living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our ownselves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in pefect union."
May be indian kings knew what tagore meant even before he said this!
This is not relevant here but he also said this, 'all men have poetry in their hearts and it is necessary for them, as much as possible, to express their feelings'.
Tagore, you rock dude!
Friday, August 04, 2006
Conversation!
Don't you love to dip the biscuit in your cup of tea and then have it ?? I love doing it, and couldnt resist doing so at the cafeteria today morning, finally ended up drawing "not-so-nice" stares at my direction !!
What's the big deal anyway ... I love soggy biscuits, so sue me !! thus, to spice up the morning, I did another "blasphemous" act ... pour the tea in the saucer and then sip it making a slurping noise ... I loved the way the faces wrinkled across the table !!
I laughed aloud and so did the others ... the talk was complete!
Author: Anonymous
What's the big deal anyway ... I love soggy biscuits, so sue me !! thus, to spice up the morning, I did another "blasphemous" act ... pour the tea in the saucer and then sip it making a slurping noise ... I loved the way the faces wrinkled across the table !!
I laughed aloud and so did the others ... the talk was complete!
Author: Anonymous
Monday, July 24, 2006
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Saturday at office!
I hate working on Saturdays. But, this particular saturday seems a lot friendly.I logged in to work at 1.00 PM and had lunch until 2!! Then logged into my PC, checked e-mail and headed back to lounge. I read all kinds of crap in the newspapers. I even read an article in a magazine about the best way to cook some chicken dish. You will surely come to the conclusion that i am really jobless if i let the secret out that am a vegeterian. So, i won't!
After the newspapers was the turn of the coffee machine and the chocolate bites. I suddenly realise that i do enjoy anything that's free of cost. My unusually large appetitie comes to the fore and takes charge. After consuming the fruits of globalization for about thirty minutes i turn back to my desk. I look around and see that people are typing hard into their keyboards. Most of them i believe must be writing to their sweethearts or their distant uncles who might have lost their hats on their way to a winter trek. Or worse, they might be working. But, i do really hope that the rest of my team is working.
Did i tell you that i have a deliverable later in the day?
So much for a job outsourced!
And do try this for fun. Open "google.com". Type in "failure" and click on "I am feeling lucky". No, the results didn't surprise me.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Aristotle is happy
Aristotle's four sources of happiness:
hedone (sensuous pleasure)
propraitari (acquiring assets)
ethikos (moral virtue)
dialogike (logical investigation)
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Time just flys by!
Minutes turn into missiles
Hours turn into seconds
Days turn into pieces of paper
Years turn into yesterdays
Decades turn into a folder of old mails
Life turns into a junkyard
Hours turn into seconds
Days turn into pieces of paper
Years turn into yesterdays
Decades turn into a folder of old mails
Life turns into a junkyard
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Pure
A fresh rose
First rain
Blue sky
Tea
Night!
Silence
Sunrise on the mountains
Math
A child's bliss
Empty highways!
Time
This Moment
Lake
Long drive
Song!
Try did many others
None came close
To
Her smile :)
Somehow
Everything else
disappears!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Mathematics of life
a*childhood+b*school+c*college+d*university+e*MNC+f*career+g*marriage
+h*children == death-bed
memories of a >>> memories of b,c,d,e,f,g,h => a life unspent!
memories of b >>> memories of a,c,d,e,f,g,h => mama's boy!
memories of c >>> memories of a,b,d,e,f,g,h => a geek!
memories of d >>> memories of a,b,c,e,f,g,h => an iitian or a cassanova!
memories of e >>> memories of a,b,c,d,f,g,h => a fool!
memories of f >>> memories of a,b,c,d,e,g,h => an entreprenuer (social or anti-social)!
memories of g >>> memories of a,b,c,d,e,f,h => truly in love or truly in hate!
memories of h >>> memories of a,b,c,d,e,f,g => blessed!
What memories will you have on the death bed?
+h*children == death-bed
memories of a >>> memories of b,c,d,e,f,g,h => a life unspent!
memories of b >>> memories of a,c,d,e,f,g,h => mama's boy!
memories of c >>> memories of a,b,d,e,f,g,h => a geek!
memories of d >>> memories of a,b,c,e,f,g,h => an iitian or a cassanova!
memories of e >>> memories of a,b,c,d,f,g,h => a fool!
memories of f >>> memories of a,b,c,d,e,g,h => an entreprenuer (social or anti-social)!
memories of g >>> memories of a,b,c,d,e,f,h => truly in love or truly in hate!
memories of h >>> memories of a,b,c,d,e,f,g => blessed!
What memories will you have on the death bed?
Thursday, June 22, 2006
What Next?
........Clueless!
Mind says Money
Heart says Peace
Society says Power
Soul says Excitement
Saints say Nirvana
Family says Prestige
Friends say Fun
Job says no Fun
Boss says Coffee
Waiter says Bill
I say shut the fuck up!
p.s: Finally, this helped with lots of clues "http://www.springwise.com/ideas/"
Mind says Money
Heart says Peace
Society says Power
Soul says Excitement
Saints say Nirvana
Family says Prestige
Friends say Fun
Job says no Fun
Boss says Coffee
Waiter says Bill
I say shut the fuck up!
p.s: Finally, this helped with lots of clues "http://www.springwise.com/ideas/"
Monday, June 19, 2006
You're Beautiful!
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
-Lyrics from the song "You're beautiful" by James Blunt
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
-Lyrics from the song "You're beautiful" by James Blunt
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
People, blogs and life!
Warning: This blog has been written in haste and much of it is not really pleasant. Much of what i write is not pleasant. So, if you are here to pass good time, get out!
"Be careful of your thoughts; they may become words at any moment." ~Ira Gassen
As the title suggests, blogs lie in between people and life. They can and do act as the connectors between people and life. Blogs are a great blessing in disguise for a lot many people because without the concept of "blogging" many of them wouldnt have taken to writing at all. And when you write, you connect to yourself. Its like talking to oneself. One can often observe professional sportsmen talking to themselves in between of a heated patch of the game. Talking to one self does help and writing is a great way to talk to oneself. And while writing a public blog, one would be wise to realise that people might actually form opinions about you based on what you write. Their can be friendships at stake. You never know! This is what a very senior fellow at my office said to me today when i was talking to him about how superficial our official analysis sometimes is. "When you swim against the tide, you either float and reap the benifits or you just drown and die!" I dont remember the context of which he said these words about but they stuck to me. Writing is actually swimming against the tide. And the tide here is the emotional net of your friends/well wishers. You might end up writing something which may hurt them and because of the distances involved in real life, it would be really tough to make up!
Especially if you don't have a lot of time at hand. Anyway, i leave the reader to keep guessing as to what i wanted to write here. I know i have not left any clues and there were not many to begin with.
And yeah, the saying at the begining. I just read it when i was about to write this blog and somehow i felt that it was an apt begining! I end this with an other saying of my own, "You are what you eat, read and think". Of the three, i guess the third is the strongest.
p.s: CCP is a phrase now famous in KPO's. It stands for "cut, copy and paste". It actually is true to life too. You cut lots of impressions/opinions/attitudes from the systems around you, copy it onto your mind and then paste it onto a canvas called your own life. So, KPO's in a way are replicating life itself. And when you do something like that, its hard to beat you!
"Be careful of your thoughts; they may become words at any moment." ~Ira Gassen
As the title suggests, blogs lie in between people and life. They can and do act as the connectors between people and life. Blogs are a great blessing in disguise for a lot many people because without the concept of "blogging" many of them wouldnt have taken to writing at all. And when you write, you connect to yourself. Its like talking to oneself. One can often observe professional sportsmen talking to themselves in between of a heated patch of the game. Talking to one self does help and writing is a great way to talk to oneself. And while writing a public blog, one would be wise to realise that people might actually form opinions about you based on what you write. Their can be friendships at stake. You never know! This is what a very senior fellow at my office said to me today when i was talking to him about how superficial our official analysis sometimes is. "When you swim against the tide, you either float and reap the benifits or you just drown and die!" I dont remember the context of which he said these words about but they stuck to me. Writing is actually swimming against the tide. And the tide here is the emotional net of your friends/well wishers. You might end up writing something which may hurt them and because of the distances involved in real life, it would be really tough to make up!
Especially if you don't have a lot of time at hand. Anyway, i leave the reader to keep guessing as to what i wanted to write here. I know i have not left any clues and there were not many to begin with.
And yeah, the saying at the begining. I just read it when i was about to write this blog and somehow i felt that it was an apt begining! I end this with an other saying of my own, "You are what you eat, read and think". Of the three, i guess the third is the strongest.
p.s: CCP is a phrase now famous in KPO's. It stands for "cut, copy and paste". It actually is true to life too. You cut lots of impressions/opinions/attitudes from the systems around you, copy it onto your mind and then paste it onto a canvas called your own life. So, KPO's in a way are replicating life itself. And when you do something like that, its hard to beat you!
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Hinduism or Democracy: Choose only one!
Hinduism and democracy can't co-exist together. One of them has to go. The caste based politics will kill the meritocracy and with it the dreams of the thousands of meritorious people from so-called forward castes (wats so forward abt these castes? there are poor people in all castes. The talk about rural/urban divide has some substance but it would be foolish to assume that its what the politicians want to address) Its not just the logistics of the implementation of reservations which frighten any sane person but the scale of disillusionment and loss of hope among youth. Almost everyone who can has taken to the streets and one hopes that something comes out this struggle full of innocence. Innocence of the fact that thousands of such struggles against the rakshas called "government" never resulted in any positive outcomes. Instead, the polticians always gather a reason to escape free of dirt. The mass is as they say, illogical. The 60% of voting population is definetly OBC or other reservation-benifited caste. Otherwise, the politicians wouldnt have dared take such an unprogressive step.
India is going to the dogs. It was supposed to be a statement of/by people who don't have a life and enjoy cursing the government and the country for their incompetence. But, the dogs are real now and they are barking louder than ever. The sound is almost unbearable. And there won't be any life anymore for many from the forward castes.
How do i get my visa for US?
India is going to the dogs. It was supposed to be a statement of/by people who don't have a life and enjoy cursing the government and the country for their incompetence. But, the dogs are real now and they are barking louder than ever. The sound is almost unbearable. And there won't be any life anymore for many from the forward castes.
How do i get my visa for US?
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I support Reservations!
I fully support the reservations idea. All the seats in parliament need to be reserved for people with honest hearts and a clean conscious. The current lot needs to be brutally murdered.
All other kinds of reservations like that in higer education are sick. Am waiting for the day when a reserved category heart surgeon plucks out the heart of a minister who endorsed the reservations in higher education. Since, the entire parliament supports reservations, i would ask this. All of them should go to doctors/engineers/consultants/technicians/ of reserved category when they need them. The rest will soon emigrate anyway.
All other kinds of reservations like that in higer education are sick. Am waiting for the day when a reserved category heart surgeon plucks out the heart of a minister who endorsed the reservations in higher education. Since, the entire parliament supports reservations, i would ask this. All of them should go to doctors/engineers/consultants/technicians/ of reserved category when they need them. The rest will soon emigrate anyway.
The ability to say NO!
There is one thing common among indians who work in the outsourcing industry. In the process of pleasing their clients (the clients are overpleased way too often!) the employees in the thousands of BPO's/KPO's/ITES don't use the word NO as much as they need to!
The problem has its roots in indian culture and has far greater manifestations than in Outsourcing industry. In india, the guests are the equivalents of gods according to popular culture. Hence, they need to be treated accordingly. The employees of back-office operations believe a lot in this and so, work like "horses". And also, i belive it is a case of lack of self confidence and the ability to assert one-self.
Its all good for job scene that India becomes a prima donna outsourcing hub but the very thoght that some/many of my own cousins may end up working for call-centres or other BPO/KPO outfits makes me freeze as if i reached northpole. But, thats off the point.
So, what's the point? This blog is just my knee-jerk reaction to something which has affected me. Lots of my friends work for outsourcing outfits and i myself have worked for a couple of such places. And the disease is widely spread. People work long hours
as if they are working on very important assignments which mean millions of dollars gained or lost. The truth is that much of the work in KPO industry is just second hand work. And the white skins in the US usually know what to outsource and what to not and never outsource "important" work. The indians in backoffices have a lot of perks but they lack the most important of all. Empowerment and a feeling of job satisfaction. The growth profiles stink and so does the food.
The last weekend saw me in one of the most awkward situations i have faced in a long time. A close friend of mine asked me a favour. A friend of a friend of his is coming to bombay with his friends and has no place to stay! So, he needs my place to stay. I could have easily said no as that would mean i would be dislocated 4m my own home. But i didnt. I said YES. And i know what i had to go through. Thats just one example of what the disability to say NO can do to you.
The problem has its roots in indian culture and has far greater manifestations than in Outsourcing industry. In india, the guests are the equivalents of gods according to popular culture. Hence, they need to be treated accordingly. The employees of back-office operations believe a lot in this and so, work like "horses". And also, i belive it is a case of lack of self confidence and the ability to assert one-self.
Its all good for job scene that India becomes a prima donna outsourcing hub but the very thoght that some/many of my own cousins may end up working for call-centres or other BPO/KPO outfits makes me freeze as if i reached northpole. But, thats off the point.
So, what's the point? This blog is just my knee-jerk reaction to something which has affected me. Lots of my friends work for outsourcing outfits and i myself have worked for a couple of such places. And the disease is widely spread. People work long hours
as if they are working on very important assignments which mean millions of dollars gained or lost. The truth is that much of the work in KPO industry is just second hand work. And the white skins in the US usually know what to outsource and what to not and never outsource "important" work. The indians in backoffices have a lot of perks but they lack the most important of all. Empowerment and a feeling of job satisfaction. The growth profiles stink and so does the food.
The last weekend saw me in one of the most awkward situations i have faced in a long time. A close friend of mine asked me a favour. A friend of a friend of his is coming to bombay with his friends and has no place to stay! So, he needs my place to stay. I could have easily said no as that would mean i would be dislocated 4m my own home. But i didnt. I said YES. And i know what i had to go through. Thats just one example of what the disability to say NO can do to you.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
What's in a name?
Well, not much really or so i thought for long!
Boston Consulting Group (BCG) and Boston Analytics (BA) are two different companies. (Well, so? nothing is really wrong about being different! .........u too think so?)
Their offices in bombay are in neighbouring buidlings. This seems innocuous too.
I happen to work for the latter of the companies and know first hand that some thing is really not innocuous abt the names and locations of the two. The loads of visitors who land at my office hoping that they have reached boston consulting group will testify to the fact.
I have people barging into my door every day and asking if it's BCG. And i love their funny reactions when i tell them that they have landed at the wrong place. Earlier today in the morning a fat lady barged into my office (which actually caused this blog!). She was aghast at the small size of the office and might have thought for a moment that may be BCG has gone bankrupt. When i told her the inevitable truth, the fat lady seemed very disappointed. For one thing, she will have to walk all the way back and up now. (I once gleefully accepted a huge biscuits packet which was actually sent to BCG but accidentally reached BA. I persisted that it's the wrong place but the biscuit boy seemed more than happy to finish the matter there and then. But, sadly my better senses prevailed and i had to send him back)
The victims (read visitors) are a daily routine. The Postmen, pizzaboys, job-seekers, mobile guys, friends of employees, foreign visitors (:O), etc have all bitten the dust. Must surely have been a funny and at the same time, humbling experience to each one of them. The real fun is all mine, though! :)
Epilogue: This blog is dedicated to all those visitors (martyrs) who needed to go to BCG and ended up at my door!
Boston Consulting Group (BCG) and Boston Analytics (BA) are two different companies. (Well, so? nothing is really wrong about being different! .........u too think so?)
Their offices in bombay are in neighbouring buidlings. This seems innocuous too.
I happen to work for the latter of the companies and know first hand that some thing is really not innocuous abt the names and locations of the two. The loads of visitors who land at my office hoping that they have reached boston consulting group will testify to the fact.
I have people barging into my door every day and asking if it's BCG. And i love their funny reactions when i tell them that they have landed at the wrong place. Earlier today in the morning a fat lady barged into my office (which actually caused this blog!). She was aghast at the small size of the office and might have thought for a moment that may be BCG has gone bankrupt. When i told her the inevitable truth, the fat lady seemed very disappointed. For one thing, she will have to walk all the way back and up now. (I once gleefully accepted a huge biscuits packet which was actually sent to BCG but accidentally reached BA. I persisted that it's the wrong place but the biscuit boy seemed more than happy to finish the matter there and then. But, sadly my better senses prevailed and i had to send him back)
The victims (read visitors) are a daily routine. The Postmen, pizzaboys, job-seekers, mobile guys, friends of employees, foreign visitors (:O), etc have all bitten the dust. Must surely have been a funny and at the same time, humbling experience to each one of them. The real fun is all mine, though! :)
Epilogue: This blog is dedicated to all those visitors (martyrs) who needed to go to BCG and ended up at my door!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Bizarre
Everything around is bizarre. I will run you through some kind of a list
1. A wanne-be-famous brother kills his own famous brother because he wasn't helping him make some quick money.
2. A driver drives the public bus rashly and kills 35 people because he had a bad argument with his wife in the morning!
3. Some guys cut the head off of a foreigner as he doesn't belong to their kind and they hate other kind of people living on their land! (I like this one)
4. The guy with no head has a hidden wife who demands a part of the sympathy money from the government/corporate.
5. The original wife comits suicide (this is not bizare, especially not after the turn of events)
6. My boss needs me to work overtime because he needs to impress his boss over a cup of coffee!
7. Sreesanth claims he wants to bowl at 150 kmph (the most bizarre of all!!!!)
8. Almost everybody i know seems to be on orkut. The biggest neighbourhood one could ever imagine!
9. I miss home
Are all these things connected? Is there something missing? Are you confused about what are you reading? Well, that was exactly the topic of this blog. "Bizarre". If this is not bizarre, what else is?
1. A wanne-be-famous brother kills his own famous brother because he wasn't helping him make some quick money.
2. A driver drives the public bus rashly and kills 35 people because he had a bad argument with his wife in the morning!
3. Some guys cut the head off of a foreigner as he doesn't belong to their kind and they hate other kind of people living on their land! (I like this one)
4. The guy with no head has a hidden wife who demands a part of the sympathy money from the government/corporate.
5. The original wife comits suicide (this is not bizare, especially not after the turn of events)
6. My boss needs me to work overtime because he needs to impress his boss over a cup of coffee!
7. Sreesanth claims he wants to bowl at 150 kmph (the most bizarre of all!!!!)
8. Almost everybody i know seems to be on orkut. The biggest neighbourhood one could ever imagine!
9. I miss home
Are all these things connected? Is there something missing? Are you confused about what are you reading? Well, that was exactly the topic of this blog. "Bizarre". If this is not bizarre, what else is?
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
To Mittal, with Love :P
Saley Mittal,
This is not a blog. This is a public mail to you and i couldn't think of a better public forum than my own blog. The purpose is to inform the world or rather educate the world about you and your crude manners (sic...)!
So, where do i start? As you would have realised by now, this mail is an outcome of my deep rooted malice (read love) towards you :D.........I hated you for the first time when i saw your juice-less stick like body (and i hated you a lot of times after that). To start with, I just hoped you were not human. But, as luck (bad) would have it, you turned out to be one. I looked at it as an experience to adjust with aliens and looking back now, I actually had a lot of fun doing it. You........*&^%$@%%!
(The rest of the content has been held back as my lawyer just adviced me that the US law enables its citizens to sue any damn body for any damn thing. I would have tried anyway but am too tired to get sued today)
After a very bad day at office...,
May my soul rest in peace!
p.s: If u look down upon my blog and write (s)craps on it again in orkut, i will publish this mail in its complete version :).... I hope you wont do it. Even if you do, i can always delete the (s)crap! :D
This is not a blog. This is a public mail to you and i couldn't think of a better public forum than my own blog. The purpose is to inform the world or rather educate the world about you and your crude manners (sic...)!
So, where do i start? As you would have realised by now, this mail is an outcome of my deep rooted malice (read love) towards you :D.........I hated you for the first time when i saw your juice-less stick like body (and i hated you a lot of times after that). To start with, I just hoped you were not human. But, as luck (bad) would have it, you turned out to be one. I looked at it as an experience to adjust with aliens and looking back now, I actually had a lot of fun doing it. You........*&^%$@%%!
(The rest of the content has been held back as my lawyer just adviced me that the US law enables its citizens to sue any damn body for any damn thing. I would have tried anyway but am too tired to get sued today)
After a very bad day at office...,
May my soul rest in peace!
p.s: If u look down upon my blog and write (s)craps on it again in orkut, i will publish this mail in its complete version :).... I hope you wont do it. Even if you do, i can always delete the (s)crap! :D
Hail Ramanujan!
I was talking to a childhood batchmate of mine on YM, and the talks somehow lead to a discussion on "Srinivasa Ramanujan". Just out of curiosity, i researched a little bit on him and the following are a few excerpts from a gem of a life as his....
"...........he had independently discovered the Bernoulli numbers. At this time in his life, he was quite poor and was often near the point of starvation"
Hardy said of Ramanujan's formulae, some of which he could not initially understand, "a single look at them is enough to show that they could only be written down by a mathematician of the highest class. They must be true, for if they were not true, no one would have had the imagination to invent them."
...the list of the anecdotes is too long and i cant quote them all here. The taxi number saga is a legend. If interested, You can read more at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Srinivasa_Ramanujan
Monday, May 01, 2006
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