tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908573445012084832024-03-06T12:01:23.322-08:00gpsastryG P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.comBlogger7022125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-36792094947256112842021-04-11T10:23:00.000-07:002021-04-11T10:23:43.611-07:00Professor STH Abidi - A flood of Pleasant Memories<p> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>******************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi was the first member of our Physics Faculty I met with, as soon as I joined IIT KGP on May 1st 1965 (May Day was not a holiday then).</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>After giving my Joining Report, I was in the Physics Office to get to know my duties.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And a fair, thin, handsome, spectacled gent of medium height arrived there to check his mails. </b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And our Office Secretary, Sri Dulal Ghoshal, introduced him to me as Professor Abidi from Lucknow.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>After shaking hands, Professor Abidi led me to the Co-Operative Canteen (then housed under the Netaji Auditorium) for the customary celebratory cup of tea.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There I found half a dozen of my future colleagues under the mango tree outside the Canteen; some standing, some sitting...all immersed in a group discussion of a paradox relating to the Archimedes Principle. </b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That was a strange sight to me. I never saw any such thing at my university.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi introduced me to the group; and I came to know that it is the 'Canteen Physics Society' chaired unofficially by Professor Mohinder Singh Sikand.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And for the next 30 years till Professor Sikand retired, Professor Abidi and I were fixtures there. Just listening in would teach me the physics that is not easily found in books.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Pretty soon, I found that Professor Abidi was blessed with a charming personality. I never saw a frown on his face.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>His lectures were most popular. Whether the class had 12 students or 120, he held them all spellbound. He was a most willing teacher. I guess during his 40 years there he must have taught all physics courses at all levels, except perhaps Electronics.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi was a silver-tongued orator. In every Farewell Function of the Department, he would be the lead-speaker, starting his speech with an Urdu Couplet composed by himself.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He was a born leader of men. When, in 1990, six of us were assigned to teach an inaugural Quantum Mechanics Course for the six B Tech Sections, we elected Professor Abidi unanimously as our Course Coordinator for the next 3 years.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When the Old Building was renovated and turned into the Nehru Museum of Science and Technology, Professor Abidi was picked up as its Chairman. With Professor Mandakini Majumdar as the Secretary, the Museum sparkled within a year. Numerous Working Models got housed in each and every room of that building. And a Steam Loco was brought from SE Railways as a gift. Also a Hunter plane from the Air Force Station in Kalaikunda. I specially loved an outdoor exhibit of two swings acting as Coupled Pendulums.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Monthly Exhibitions and Contests were held in which the Campus Community delighted.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi and Professor Mandakini Majumdar did me the greatest honor by publishing a writeup I had made for Professor GS Sanyal as the first Publication of NMST.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi had laudable administrative skills. Together with the legendary Professor Bhola Avasthi, his neighbor, Professor Abidi acted as Warden of several Halls of Residence. He had a way with students.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: times;">At one time the Technology Students Gymkhana used to publish two prestigious periodicals, Alankar (English) and </span><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times;">वातायन (Hindi). I found Professor Abidi's articles and poems there once in a while.</span></span></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi had amazing social skills. On every Diwali he would visit his friends' homes along with his wife (herself a published Urdu poet). And their friends would reciprocate their visits on every Eid. Once, Professor RS Saraswat took me to Professor Abidi's Quarters where we were fed sumptuously.</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Professor Abidi's sense of humor is memorable.</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Once, he was returning from the Canteen while I was heading there. He stopped me and asked me this question:</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Professor Sastry! One who has read four Vedas is called 'Chaturvedi'. Three Vedas 'Trivedi'. Two Vedas 'Dwivedi'. What about one who read <i>zero</i> Vedas?"</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I said I didn't know. And he revealed his answer:</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"A-bedi (Abidi STH)"</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then I asked him:</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"What about the one who read only one Veda?"</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He said he couldn't guess.</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I gave my impromptu answer:</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Bedi (Bhishen Singh)"</b></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>*************************************************************************************************</b></span></span></p><div><span style="background-color: #f7f7f7;"><span style="font-family: times;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-44298688779700630542021-04-10T10:19:00.003-07:002021-04-10T10:19:23.933-07:00Tides - 8<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> *********************************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>"</span><span>Sitting on that blessed rock near the Scandal Point on the Vizagh beach, I would see 4 tides every lunar month (two spring tides and two neap tides) on Amaavaasya, Shukla Ashtami, Poornima, and Bahula Ashtami.</span></b></span></p><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And since my Earth is spinning around itself in 24 hours, I would see these high and low tides repeating every 6 hours.</b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Phew!"</b></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>At last we have succeeded in understanding the origin of ocean tides on Earth, somewhat.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Actually, the details of tides are infinitely more complicated.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>What we have done is more like the Eka Shloki Raamaayan:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span class="yiv4972014617Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>आदौ रामतपोवनादिगमनं हत्वा मृगं काञ्चनं </b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>वैदेहीहरणं जटायुमरणं सुग्रीवसंभाषणम् |</b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 28px; text-align: center;"><span class="yiv4972014617Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>वालीनिर्दलनं समुद्रतरणं लङ्कापुरीदाहनं </b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; line-height: 28px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>पश्र्चाद्रावणकुम्भकर्णहननमेतद्धि रामायणम् ||</b></span></span></div><div><span class="yiv4972014617Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All of us know that our Earth, seen form outer space, is spinning lie a top. And we are clinging to its surface somewhat precariously.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Because we should experience a centrifugal force tying to throw us out into space. But we rarely feel it, because Earth's gravity pulling us towards its center overwhelms the centrifugal force.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That is because the spin of the Earth is so very slow...once in 24 hours. That makes the ratio o the two forces about a few parts in a thousand. Still, it can be detected by the lessening of the 'acceleration due to gravity' at the equator compared to the poles. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The theory of spinning tops in classical mechanics is very very complicated. The Guru-Chela duo, Felix Klein and Arnold Sommerfeld, used to go to the sea beach and collect pebbles of various shapes, spin them in their lab; and they came up with a 4-volume definitive text: "Theory of the Spinning Tops"!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>John Perry's Demonstrations at the Annual Royal Society Exhibition (meant for lay spectators) can be found compiled in the fascinating booklet: "Spinning Tops and Gyroscopes" (I had read it with great gusto in the Central Library of IIT KGP).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Every child riding a merry-go-round in the Kid's Play Area feels the hilarious centrifugal force as soon as it is revved up. That is because the merry-go-round goes round once every second maybe (instead of once in 24 hours).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And all molecules (like the Ammonia molecule) spin themselves once in about a microsecond. So the quantum theory of polyatomic molecules can't do without incorporating the centrifugal and other 'ghost' forces, making an already complicated subject infinitely more complicated.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I happened to chance on the celebrated tome of Townes and Schawlow:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>'Microwave Spectroscopy".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That was full of symmetric tops and asymmetric tops and stuff like that. That work of Townes led to the first Maser (the Ammonia Maser) and won him the Nobel for it.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All of us who played with tops know that when spun fast on the ground, the axis of the top remains vertical ('sleeping top').</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But soon, due to friction with the ground and air, the top loses its kinetic energy and its axis starts tilting towards the ground and goes round in a cone. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This is called 'precession' of the top axis.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The cone's semi-vertical angle increases gradually. This is the 'nutation'. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And finally the top topples and falls on the ground.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Something similar (but not as catastrophic) happens with the 'spin axis' of our Earth as seen from space.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The axis doesn't remain static but precesses in the celestial sphere, with about 25 deg as the semi-vertical angle of its cone.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the time period of this 'precession of the equinoxes' is about 26,000 years (I can wait).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It means that the present 'pole star' (Polaris) will no longer remain a pole star in a few centuries. That position is taken over by some other star in the heavens.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Till, after 26,000 years Polaris once again becomes our pole star.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The theory of this 'precession of the equinoxes' is as complicated as any theory of the spinning tops...more so because our Earth is not a perfect sphere...more like an oblate spheroid (pumpkin).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There are many cosmic reasons why our Earth-Top precesses.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One minor actor is our oceanic tides.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The continual ebb and flow of the seas on the land against the friction between the beaches and the seas generates heat.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And this heat energy is lost by the Earth into space by radiation.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Also, the solid Earth itself is not immune to tides. Although we treated Earth as a rigid body, we know that 'rigid body' is an idealization...all bodies are deformable to some extent or the other.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That much for tides (for now)...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>*****************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><br /></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-28347667893282937942021-04-09T11:44:00.002-07:002021-04-09T11:44:33.517-07:00Tides - 7<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> ***************************************************************************************************<br /><br /><br />Let us do a simple "Thought Experiment"...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I take a big wooden sphere, dip it in oil, and take it out so that the wooden sphere is covered with a thin uniform film of oil.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I place this sphere at the center of an elevator falling freely under Earth's gravity, its cable having been snapped.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>What do I see?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>If the gravity of Earth were uniform, the sphere with its oil film would fall freely down.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The film of oil would cover the sphere uniformly, gravity having disappeared (due to the weightlessness in the elevator). </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But the gravity of the Earth is NOT uniform. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It obeys the inverse square law.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So the downward gravity at the bottom of the sphere (being closer to the Earth) would be slightly <i>greater</i> than the downward gravity at the center of the sphere.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the downward gravity at the top of the sphere would be slightly<i> lesser</i> than the downward gravity at the center of the sphere.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>RELATIVE to the center of the sphere (i.e. as felt by the sphere), there is a slight <i>resultant</i> gravitational force <i>downwards </i>at the bottom of the sphere; and a slight resultant gravitational force <i>upwards</i> at the top of the sphere. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It is simply a matter of subtraction of two collinear vectors.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In other words the film of oil at the bottom of the sphere is<i> pulled</i> down at the bottom and pulled <i>up</i> at the top.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The oil at the bottom leads and the oil at the top lags compared to the center of the sphere. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So there is a piling up (bulge) of oil at<i> both </i>the bottom and the top of the sphere.<br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So there is a high tide at the bottom and a high tide at the top.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>What about the oil film at the level of the center of the sphere?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The oil having flowed away both towards the bottom and towards the top, there is a thinning down at that site...in a first approximation.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So there is a low tide of oil there.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Hence Proved! QED!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In other words, it is not gravity but the<i> gradient</i> of gravity that causes tides.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Let us now revert to our Earth, and the seas that cover it like a thin film.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>For the moment let us ignore the Moon (an unpardonable sin).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And consider the Earth and the Sun. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Earth is freely falling towards the Sun (like that sphere in an elevator with a broken cable).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So at the areas facing towards the Sun, Earth sees a high tide of seas.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Also a high tide at the areas facing away from the Sun. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And low tides at the areas in between (equatorial).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So also the tides due to the Moon.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Seen from the Moon, Earth is rotating around it (at the period of nearly 28 days).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So Earth is freely falling towards the Moon as well.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So at the areas facing towards the Moon, Earth sees a high tide of seas.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Also a high tide at the areas facing away from the Moon. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And low tides at the areas in between (equatorial).</b></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So the high tides are truly high on a New Moon Day as well as a Full Moon day.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Because, the high tides due to the Sun and the Moon assist each other, Moon and the Sun being in a near straight line.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And very low tides in between.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>These are called the Spring Tides (nothing to do with the spring season...more like the spring in a shock absorber of a Chetak scooter).</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In reality, however, the tides due to the Moon are <i>larger</i> than the tides due to the Sun.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Although the Moon is so much smaller than the Sun, it is so much closer to the Earth than the Sun is.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>If the Sun were imagined to come in to reside at the site of our Moon, the Moon would be like our<i> Aamne-Saamne</i> neighbor (on a scale).</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Merey saamne waali khidki mien ek chand ka tukda rehta hai</b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So the <i>gradient</i> of Moon's gravity is larger than the<i> gradient</i> of Sun's gravity.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Take now the Ashtami Day (shukla or bahula).</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The Sun and the Moon are <i>perpendicular</i> to each other as seen by the Earth.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So the high tides due to them must cancel each other.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>They do, to some extent.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But the tides due to the Moon, being larger than the tides due to the Sun, they overcome them.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So there are high tides on Ashtamis as well.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But these are not as great as those at the Poornima and Amaavaasya.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>These are called Neap Tides ('neap' meaning powerless).</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Sitting on that blessed rock near the Scandal Point on the Vizagh beach, I would therefore see 4 tides every lunar month (two spring tides and two neap tides) on Amaavaasya, Shukla Ashtami, Poornima, and Bahula Ashtami.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And since my Earth and I are spinning around themselves once in 24 hours, I would see these high and low tides repeating every 6 hours.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Phew!</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be Continued</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br />********************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-89357665711056194422021-04-09T09:41:00.003-07:002021-04-09T09:41:25.269-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3688<p><b> ******************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3688<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>“పురుషశ్రేష్ఠుఁడు సీరఁ గట్టి ముడిచెం బూమాల శీర్షంబునన్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>పరువుల్ బెట్టుచు చేరగన్ ప్రజలహో బ్రహ్మాండమౌ రీతినిన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>స్థిరమౌ తీరున కూచిపూడి కడనున్ సింగారి వేషమ్మునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>వరమౌ నాటక మందునన్ మురియుచున్ భామా కలాపంబునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>పురుషశ్రేష్ఠుఁడు సీరఁ గట్టి ముడిచెం బూమాల శీర్షంబునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>*************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-49749493405053142172021-04-08T11:57:00.001-07:002021-04-08T11:57:08.885-07:00Tides - 6<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> <span>****************************************************************************************************</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Although he didn't ask me for a Testimonial, I have no hesitation in saying "Newton is a Genius".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Thirty years ago I happened to read Stephen Hawking's book: "A Brief History of Time"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>At the end of that book were 3 Appendixes, each with a photo and a short biographical sketch. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>These three all-time Geniuses (according to Hawking) were:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1. Galileo </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2. Newton</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>3. Einstein</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Obviously Hawking was being modest...he had implied that the next in the line was:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>4. Stephen Hawking :)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>London in the 17th Century was hit by a plague (like Mumbai is now). And Newton fled to his village home with an orchard that had apple trees. And he was sitting under one of those trees, contemplating, like I was at Harry's often at IIT KGP (and getting hit by crows' shit).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And an apple got detached from its branch and fell down (many say on Newton's head...not true).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>As Newton watched it he is reputed to have exclaimed:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Aha! Gravity!"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Even little Ishani could have said it.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Newton, on the other hand, looked up and saw the disk of a pale moon.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And realized that Moon <i>also </i>was in free fall towards the Earth like that apple.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That is GENIUS!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Moon in Free Fall towards the Earth?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Question: Why doesn't it fall down like a meteor or an asteroid and hit the Earth?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Answer: Inertia (First Law of Newton).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Moon was given a tangential velocity round the Earth in its time.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There are three theories of Moon's relation with Earth:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1. Daughter:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A bit of Earth got detached from Earth and flew away </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2. Sister:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Both Earth and Moon were born about the same time</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>3. Spouse:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Moon was wandering and found herself close to the Earth and got sucked into a nearly circular orbit</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>'Inertia' was the toughest for us to understand at our university.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1. Suppose a bird perched on a tree sees a worm on the ground. And jumps vertically down to catch the poor worm.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But Earth is spinning. A simple calculation shows that in the time the bird takes to descend, the Earth, the tree, and the worm would have gone forward about 30 feet. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the bird ought to miss her worm by about 30 feet.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But she doesn't ever...she always catches her worm</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2. You don't have to travel all the way to New York by a Pan Am flight.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Just go vertically up in a helicopter and stay there hovering. And eventually, since Earth is spinning, New York would come right under your nose.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then descend.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Newton also gave a 'thought experiment' to show how Moon is always in free fall around the Earth but never falls down on the earth smashing us.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Take a cricket ball and throw it horizontally. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It would be in free fall and would take a parabolic trajectory and fall on the Earth about 30 feet away from you (horizontal range).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Throw the ball with increasing speeds. Its range will keep increasing.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Throw it harder and harder.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It will fall 30 miles from you.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But, wait...Earth is not flat. It is curved, and the 'horizon' is only about a few miles away.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So, as the cricket ball tries to fall on the ground, the ground itself would evade it by bending.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The ball keeps on trying and trying and fails to drop on the ground.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Eventually the cricket ball would go round and round the Earth in an elliptical orbit (and would hit your back if you were not anticipating it).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>You have launched an 'artificial satellite'!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Moon, likewise, became the 'natural satellite' of the Earth long long ago.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It is always trying to fall on the Earth but always misses it (by about 384,400 km...<span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;">the radius of the Moon's orbit).</span></span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Don't throw your cricket ball any faster...it will escape into space once for all.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Rahul Gandhi (the fifth Genius) promised his voters that he would throw away their poverty at an 'escape velocity'.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Once Newton realized that both his apple and the Moon are in free fall due to the <i>same</i> Earth's gravity, he came up with his famous 'inverse square law".</b></span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Even I could have discovered it...just a cooking up (</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">కిట్టింపు).</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All it required was taking a ratio.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He didn't need the mass of the Earth, the mass of the apple, the mass of the Moon, or even the value of his famous "Universal Gravitational Constant".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All of them cancel away.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All he needed was to time the apple's fall (Galileo had invented the principle of the pendulum clock), height of the tree, the 'height' of the Moon, and the time period of rotation of the Moon.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Of course</i> he needed an expression for the 'centripetal acceleration'.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><i>That</i> required Calculus.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he invented it!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Genius!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The first precise value of 'Newton's Universal Gravitational Constant' came a century after Newton.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It was measured by Henry Cavendish in a lab he constructed in his home.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That home-lab was <i>terribly</i> expensive.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Q: Where from did Cavendish (and other English Scientists) get their money for their costly experiments and explorations (geological mostly)?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A: A rogue called Robert Clive gave it to them.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>...All of them had shares in a profitable thievery called the "East India Company"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>***************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-24714577454688872392021-04-08T09:53:00.000-07:002021-04-08T09:53:01.127-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3687<p><b> ***********************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3687<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“తేలును ముద్దులాడు బడతిం గని మెచ్చఁ దగున్ ముదమ్మునన్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>జాలిగ కోపమున్ విడిచి చక్కగ నవ్వుచు నాథునిన్ గనన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>పూలను దాల్చుచున్ జడను పొంకము మీరగ కౌగిలించుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>మేలుగ పచ్చ రూపమున మెల్లగ గాంచుచు ఛాతి మీదదౌ <br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>తేలును ముద్దులాడు బడతిం గని మెచ్చఁ దగున్ ముదమ్మునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>పచ్చ = tattoo<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>*****************************************************************************************************</b></div><div dir="ltr"><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-15190767073760558602021-04-07T11:37:00.003-07:002021-04-07T22:29:10.674-07:00Tides - 5<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> *****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"This is because tides in our seas are due to an interplay of the combined gravities of the Moon and the Sun.</b></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In a sense they are the highly visible<i> terrestrial</i> events due to <i>celestial</i> bodies."</b></span></p><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This is great!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"High tide and low tide occur <i>twice</i> a day one followed by the other about six hours apart.</b></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Thus there are two high tides and two low tides alternating every day."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Oh! No!<i> That</i> is terrible!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Why so ?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It is like this:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Suppose I am sitting on the rock on the beach of Vizagh, with the Bay of Bengal giving me company.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>And it is midday on a New Moon Day (</span><span>అమావాస్య; </span><span>Amaavaasya).</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Then the Sun and the Moon are aligned with each other more or less in a straight line above my head. Their gravitational forces on me and the sea are assisting each other pulling us towards them. My rock and I are fairly rigid bodies attached to the earth and do not tear us away towards the Sun and the Moon so easily...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But not so the sea water which is a fluid that can <i>flow</i>. So the sea water accumulates towards the Sun and the Moon and there is a bulge in the sea level. And the sea floods the beach. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>We have a high tide. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Fine!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>About 12 hours later, at my midnight, the Sun and the Moon have rotated (as I see them) and are almost overhead at a point on the <i>other</i> side of the Earth (antipode) where it is midday.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So there must be a bulge (and a high tide) there, and, since the sea by my rock is pulled away there flowing towards my antipode, my sea level must have a shrink (low tide).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b>But this is not what happens in practice:</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My sea<i> bulges</i> again and we have <i>another</i> high tide although the Sun and the Moon are nowhere to be seen by us...they being above my antipode.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>How come?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Strange!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b>That is not all...</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>Suppose my rock and my sea and I are sitting at midday on a Full Moon Day (</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span>పూర్ణిమ</span></span><span face="Gautami, Verdana, Arial, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", sans-serif, Pothana2000, Pothana, Vemana2000" style="background-color: white;">)</span><span> when the Sun and the Moon are roughly <i>opposite</i> to one another...with the Sun on my head and the Moon on the head of my antipode.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I would expect then that their gravitational pulls of the sea by my side try to cancel each other to some extent; and my antipode as well as I should have a <i>low </i>tide.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But that is not what happens!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Both of us have high tides again (like on the New Moon Day).</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>How does one explain these anomalous tides?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>First of all we should note that none of the heavenly bodies is nailed to the heaven. All of them are free to move. And their motions are governed by the gravitation at their site (local).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Apart from gravity, their motions are <i>not</i> influenced by other forces...so Celestial Mechanics is simple :)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>99% of their motions can be explained by Newtonian Mechanics and Newtonian Gravity (no need to invoke Einstein's Mechanics and Einstein's Gravity...except near blackholes).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Moon rotates around the Earth captured by it. Earth and other planets (along with their satellites) rotate around the Sun. Sun with its extended family rotates around our Milky Way Galaxy. And our Galaxy rotates around other galaxies. And all galaxies slowly move by and large away from others (Expansion of the Universe).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All bodies that move <i>only </i>under gravity are said to be "freely falling".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Fortunately most of us on our Mother Earth do not experience free fall.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It was only in my Muthukur school days that I was jumping down for a fraction of a second from a low-hanging branch of a tree playing "Monkey Business".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The apple that fell down from its tree (Newton) is under free fall, ignoring air friction. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The youth who springs from the diving board into his swimming pool is under free fall (Einstein).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The passengers in the lift undergo free fall if the cable of their lift suddenly snaps.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the ditched lover jumping from the balcony of his 13th floor flat is under free fall.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Free falls never hurt anyone....it is the landings that do it.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>On the other hand, in our Earthly Mechanics, Gravity is just <i>one</i> of the forces. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The bob of a simple pendulum moves under gravity plus tension.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The block on the inclined plane moves under gravity plus normal reaction plus friction.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There are no tensions and normal reactions in the heavens.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Indeed as I progressed from my first year to the final year labs in our university, gravity ceased to matter much at all.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It was only in our first year lab that we had Borda's Pendulum, Compound Pendulum, Kater's Pendulum, cantilevers loaded in the center or sides, and the viscometer which had weights falling under gravity plus viscous friction.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In the second year, we moved to Heat...Copper Voltameter, Stefan's Constant, Newton's law of Cooling, Planck's Constant etc, ignoring gravity altogether.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then on to the Electricity Lab...Wheatstone's Bridge, Rayleigh's Bridge, Anderson's Bridge, Potentiometer etc</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then on to Optics...Newton's Rings, Fresnel Biprism, Lloyd's Mirror, Straight Edge Pattern etc.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then on to Electronics...Amplifiers, Oscillators, Modulators, Demodulators, Superhet Receiver etc..</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>...None of which required Gravity...unlike our Celestial Mechanics in which we can forget all these devils...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>We the experimenters (trying to cheat) and the apparatus on its table (trying to misbehave) were firmly grounded by the Normal Reaction and Friction....</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>***********************************************************************************************</b>****</span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-20157375630139265972021-04-07T09:10:00.001-07:002021-04-07T09:10:07.329-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3686<p><b> ***************************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3686<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>“తిట్టెడివారి కెల్లరకు దీవెనలిమ్ము శుభమ్ముఁ గోరుచున్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>రట్టును జేయగా మిగుల రాక్షసి వోలుచు తిట్లతోడనున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>గట్టిగ జుత్తు పట్టుకొని గాభర నొందక లాగి తెచ్చుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>పట్టుకు వచ్చి నాకడకు ఫక్కున నవ్వుచు నత్తగారినిన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>తిట్టెడివారి కెల్లరకు దీవెనలిమ్ము శుభమ్ముఁ గోరుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-4807797321128918562021-04-06T11:23:00.001-07:002021-04-06T11:23:58.612-07:00Tides - 4<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> ******************************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Time and tide wait for no man"...Proverb</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">There is a tide in the affairs of men</span><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;</span><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">Omitted, all the voyage of their life</span><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">Is bound in shallows and in miseries.</span><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">On such a full sea are we now afloat,</span><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">And we must take the current when it serves,</span><br style="background-color: #edf7f8; box-sizing: inherit;" /><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;">Or lose our ventures. </span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>...Shakespeare</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #edf7f8; color: #292c2e;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #edf7f8; color: #292c2e;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #edf7f8;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Tides are periodic bulging and shrinking of seas.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In the high tide sea level rises, and the sea floods the beach.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In the low tide the sea recedes far away from the beach.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>High tides and low tides occur <i>twice</i> a day one followed by the other about six hours apart.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Thus there are two high tides and two low tides alternating every day.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>High tides at times can be very impressive.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One night I was walking back to my home in Krishna Nagar by the road in front of the RK Mission in Vizagh.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There were no street lights and it was pitch dark...maybe New Moon (Amavasya).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Suddenly I found my feet wet. And I realized that the sea had swallowed the beach entirely, jumped over the low embankment in that spot, and was trying to swallow the road as well...like a hungry cobra.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I had to take a non-existent sidewalk and cling to the trees and bushes and inch my way forward through those patches...not to get wet or lost...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>At places where a river joins the sea, and the river's mouth narrow, the sea in its high tide can flow<i> back</i> vengefully into the river, reversing its course, and flooding its embankments far far into it. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That is the Tidal Bore in rivers.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The leading edge of the bore is highly visible like a traveling hump.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This is a common enough occurrence in the river Hooghly by Calcutta....the bore having traveled inwards all the way from Ganga Sagar maybe.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The tidal bore can at times be so high that it could devastate the small boats sailing under the Howrah Bridge.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then travel to Dakshineswar where Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa would be waiting on the bank with his team of followers in order to watch it. His abode was by the river Hooghly which he used to call reverentially: "Ganga".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And also scare the monks of Belur Math on the other bank:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/videos/city/kolkata/watch-high-tide-causes-panic-in-belur-math-in-west-bengal/videoshow/68558540.cms</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6XdTxyUH68</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>World's highest tides (about 50 feet) are seen in the Bay of Fundy (Nova Scotia):</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Twice each day, 160 billion tonnes of seawater flow in and out of the Bay of Fundy — more than the combined flow of the world’s freshwater rivers! The Bay of Fundy’s tides transform the shorelines, tidal flats and exposed sea bottom as they flood into the bay and its harbours and estuaries.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OP0cpXpw8yk</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Tides are complicated events. Their size and extent depend on the longitude, latitude, lay of the shore, seasons, and rivers flowing into the sea...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But science can now predict their timings fairly accurately...unlike earthquakes, tsunamis, and Didi's tantrums.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This is because tides in our seas are due to an interplay of the combined gravities of the Moon and the Sun.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In a sense they are the highly visible<i> terrestrial</i> events due to <i>celestial</i> bodies.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In our university physics we heard of two pinnacles of precision:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1. Astronomical</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2. Spectroscopic</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1. Astronomical:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>For instance we learned that medieval astronomers tracked the movements of planets over centuries accurately and recorded them. Copernicus used them to propose his heliocentric theory (planets, including our Earth, move around the Sun rather than the other way round) and so destroyed the primacy of our Earth, its pundits and politicians. Newton used his 'Inverse square Law of Gravitation' to account for the intricate motions of planets due to their mutual gravitational interaction, called perturbations. And predicted the next arrival of the Halley's Comet accurately. That was his crowning glory.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But Newton's Gravity Theory failed to account for a tiny tiny tiny anomaly in the motion of the innermost planet, Mercury, difficult for us to see unaided in our lifetimes, mostly due to the arrival of electricity and sky lights :)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Mercury was found to revolve around the Sun in an elliptical orbit (as predicted by Kepler and derived by Newton). And due to perturbations of the gravity of other planets, its orbital ellipse slowly slowly slowly rotates like in a rosette pattern.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Most of this precession of the perihelion of Mercury could be accounted for by Newton's Gravity Theory, except for a wee amount that came to be correctly calculated two centuries later by Einstein's Gravity Theory (wrongly called The General Theory of Relativity).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>How tiny was the discrepancy?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It is mind-blogging (I had checked Einstein's calculations and gave them out as an MSc Project...along with the two other classical tests of Einstein's Theory):</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It was 43" of an arc per <i>century </i>(hundred years)!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One second (") of an arc is 1/60 of a minute ('). One minute of an arc is 1/60 of a degree (deg). And a circle has 360 degs (when I heard last). </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>How the hell could the Middle Age Western Astronomers measure and record it (while our Kalidas was busy writing his Meghdoot, as lovely a thing as any)?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2. Spectroscopic:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>We had 6-hour labs in our Spectroscopy in our University at Waltair.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In our MSc Exam in 1963, for appearing in this lab, we had to wake up early to catch the first bus and reach the Lab by 7 O' Clock. And then for all of 6 hours we were stuck there (no coffee-breaks).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Most of those experiments involved taking emission spectra of carbon, copper etc sticks when they were lit up by arcs.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And we measured the wave numbers (frequencies) of the spectral lines we recorded on our glass plates (<i>developing </i>them in our dark room) using 7-figure log tables (4 figures were no use...not accurate enough).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That meant that the good old spectroscopists measured spectral lines of various elements and recorded them accurately to seven decimals (that was called 'Term Zoology' for fun, and youngsters like Heisenberg who invented Quantum Theory had it at their finger tips).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The latest measurement of the 'Fine Structure Constant' has an accuracy up to 14 figures!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Like "pi" was taught us to be 22/7, this 'fine structure constant' was first measured to be 1/137 and led to many hilarious "Magic Number Theories", all wrong.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It is nothing so simple. Its value a decade ago was:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">The team in Paris measured the value of the fine-structure constant as 1/137.035999206, to an accuracy of 11 digits. The result appears in a </span><a href="https://www.nature.com/articles/s41586-020-2964-7" style="background-color: white; border-bottom: 1px dotted rgb(101, 101, 101); box-sizing: inherit; outline: none; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">study</a><span style="background-color: white;"> published in </span><em style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Nature</em><span style="background-color: white;">.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #323232;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #323232;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And it agrees fairly well with the super-duper-hyper computer calculations of the Quantum Electrodynamics popularized by Richard Feynman.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #323232;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Phew!</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #323232;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be Continued</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>****************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-20717720249088422512021-04-06T09:11:00.009-07:002021-04-06T09:11:59.566-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3685<p><b> ******************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div class="I_52qC D_FY W_6D6F" data-test-id="message-view-body" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1d2228; display: table; font-family: YahooSans, "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 692.727px; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="msg-body P_wpofO mq_AS" data-test-id="message-view-body-content" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 2px 0px 0px; position: relative; word-break: break-word;"><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"><div><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3685<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“సాఁకఁగ లేక బిడ్డలను సాకులఁ జెప్పెడి వాఁడె భర్తయౌ”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>తేకువ మీర పెండ్లిగొని తీరిచి దిద్దెడి సాఫ్టువేరునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>ప్రాకట మొందినన్ సతిని బంగరు బొమ్మవు నీవటంచునున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>వేకువనందు లేచి కడు ప్రీతిని బోవుచు మందు కొట్టులన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>సాఁకఁగ లేక బిడ్డలను సాకులఁ జెప్పెడి వాఁడె భర్తయౌ!<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div></div></div><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"></div></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-224053953896795752021-04-05T12:03:00.004-07:002021-04-05T12:03:46.379-07:00Tides - 3<p> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>**********************************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My first encounter with tides was hilariously humiliating.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It was a bright sunny winter morning in Vizagh with not a speck of cloud in the sky.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Well, there, I am exaggerating. Bright and sunny is ok...but not 'winter'.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There is no winter either in Vizagh or Muthukur or any other south Indian coastal town. It is either 'hot and humid', or 'rainy and humid'.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The only woolens I saw in my school days in Muthukur were two.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1. My Nagpur Auntie brought what she called a 'woolen sweater' that she had knitted as a gift to my father. It was not a pullover, nor a turtleneck, nor a cardigan. It was like what we now call a T-shirt (without 'slogan'). Father wore it at once to show it off to Auntie, but grimaced, and took it off, saying: "Beautiful! Beautiful". He never wore it saying it was too hot and 'sweaty' (Humpty-Dumpty of Alice would say that is why it is called a 'sweater').</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2. <i>His</i> uncle "Kashi Mama", who was a practicing 'Giant Panda' in Varanasi brought what he called a "బూర్నీసు" (rough cheap red woolen blanket) as a gift to his fond nephew. Father never used it...saying he was allergic to wool and the 'rug' was itchy.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And none of our classmates and friends in Vizagh ever wore sweaters, or shoes, or socks, or monkey caps, forget about rugs and rajais.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All this stuff I got to see first in Kharagpur. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There I found the hands of most of the ladies of my North Indian friends always busy while sitting in front of TV or in a cricket stadium. They had balls of wool on their laps and were busy knitting pullovers for their pathetic hubbies and kids, while chatting away with their friends.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Once there was this musical performance in our Faculty Club at KGP. As usual I went late to the hall and found all chairs occupied by ladies while their hubbies were standing in the verandah gabbing and smoking. I found my friend Bidhan Mohanty standing behind his wife dutifully; and joined him. Mrs Mohanty was sitting on a chair in the last row, knitting a sweater for him (and listening to the music 2-in-1).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I whispered in Bidhan's ear: "Your wife reminds me of Madame Defarge". </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he burst out laughing. He had read his "Tale of Two Cities" which was all about the French Revolution:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The knitting represents the start of the Revolution. Madame Defarge knits a "Hit List" all day in the wine shop which serves as a list of people the Revolutionists must kill during the Revolution. </b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Mrs Mohanty turned back and both of us shut our traps like a couple of turtles withdrawing into their shells:</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); text-align: center;">यदा संहरते चायं कूर्मोऽङ्गानीव सर्वश: |</span><br style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); text-align: center;">इन्द्रियाणीन्द्रियार्थेभ्यस्तस्य प्रज्ञा प्रतिष्ठिता ||</span></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.9); text-align: justify;"><b>One who is able to withdraw the senses from their objects, just as a tortoise withdraws its limbs into its shell, is established in divine wisdom.</b></span></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span>Anyway it was a bright sunny cool morning in Vizagh. There were only 7 such mornings there in the whole year (starting</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"> Christmas and ending New Year), </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;">when one would love to sit down for a couple of hours in the sun and enjoy his sunbath.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I looked out from my window and found the sea as still as a millpond. No roar...just a hum. No waves. No huge breakers. And the water sparkling like a million jewels reflecting the sun.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;">I picked up my copy of "Man-Eaters of Kumaon" and walked down to the beach and</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"> to a rock just beyond the Scandal Point. This rock was about 7 feet high and had a flat perch on its top, ideal for sitting down and reading...my favorite haunt to escape the madding city crowd.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The beach was vast with the sea far away to about 50 feet.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I got up, sat, opened my novel and started reading it. It was about 10 in the cool breezy morning.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I got completely lost in the charming world of strange and melodious names: </b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Chamoli, Champawat, Haldwani, Devprayag, Rudraprayag, Pithorgarh, Tanakpur, Almora, Naintal, Tehri Garhwal....</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Two hours passed by and I was through.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I wanted to get down the rock and go home.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But found that my rock got submerged meanwhile to a height of about 5 feet by swirling sea water that must have encircled it in a silent embrace meanwhile.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There was no way I could jump into the water without getting fully drenched...pant and shirt.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Moreover I was not fully aware of my bearings...I may slip and fall down and get dragged into the sea. </b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The edge of the beach was now about 20 feet away.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Luckily I spotted a few fisherman sitting and knitting their nets on the beach close to the road.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I shouted and flailed my arms in a desperate gesture that must have been familiar to those smiling fishermen. </b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One of those kind souls waded into the water and reached my rock. And stood by it and asked me to get up his neck, hang my feet round his chest, and hold his head firmly.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He knew every inch of the beach like the back of his palm.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then he waded back to the shore with the precious load on his shoulders.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And bent his head down and asked me to jump off and get lost.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I paid him all of ONE rupee (good enough for a plate of upma, a dosa, and a plate of four poories with free side dishes of chutney, sambar and curry; and a cup of coffee to top them all, in the Ajanta Hotel).</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I walked glumly back to the RK Mission Bus Stop, boarded a Sputnik Bus #10 and reached home wondering what happened to me and why:</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"I wonder why.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I wonder why. </b></span></span></p><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I wonder why I wonder</b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I wonder why </b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I wonder why"</b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-color: #fff9ee;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>....Feynman</b></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: #fff9ee; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There was no Google then; nor an Encyclopedia Britannica that I could lay my hands on.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But I guessed I was caught in what I heard was a "high tide"</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And since then tides fascinated me and the more I wondered the more they became mysterious, till I reached IIT KGP...and got the hint from Prof MS Sikand...Glory Be To Him...</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2a2a2a;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>***************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-4206272704539311172021-04-05T09:55:00.001-07:002021-04-05T09:55:09.182-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3684<p> <b>*********************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3684<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“జముననుఁ జూడఁగా విజయశాంతి లభించె జయప్రదమ్ముగన్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>తములము వక్కనున్ నమిలి దండిగ నుమ్ముచు వీధివీధులన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>కుములగ శత్రువర్గమహ కూడుచు మేలు ప్రయాగనందునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>కమలపు గుర్తుపై నిడుచు కమ్మగ వోటును చేరి గంగనున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>జముననుఁ జూడఁగా విజయశాంతి లభించె జయప్రదమ్ముగన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>జమున = యమునా నది<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>**************************************************************************************************</b></div><div dir="ltr"><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-7095300976937580292021-04-04T13:02:00.001-07:002021-04-04T13:02:24.006-07:00Tides - 2<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> *************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"And once in a while, with a friend, I would walk on the beach towards that Dolphin's Nose southwards for a couple of miles. And land up right on the banks of the narrow creek into which the sea flooded inwards to the port. It is through this creek that the rivulet "Narava Gedda" joined her spouse, the Bay of Bengal."</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I was talking about our escapades on the Vizagh beach in 1958. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>After night meals I used to take a 5-minute walk down our Maharanipet home to that fond beach.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then watch the heavily barricaded "Naval Battery" Compound. Once in a while they used to switch on their floodlights with their parabolic reflectors casting a brilliant parallel beam of white light right on the sea to a mile or more, catching a ship anchored there waiting for days for a vacant berth at the port ahead.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Legend had it that the sea there saw 'action' during the Second World War:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>...Later, Japan sent an aircraft-carrier and two of its fighter planes around 8 AM on April 6th. Sensing danger, the sirens blew and the people of the town who were already given a drill in case of eventualities ran for shelter. The planes after a few rounds of scouting disappeared, Vizaghites were relieved.</b></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><p style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.5; margin: 0px 0px 10px;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But the planes returned back again around 1 AM, and this time they came in two plus three attack formation and started pounding the coast. But the moment they tried to enter the port area, the American ships stationed there opened up their famous `Bofors’ anti-aircraft guns in staccato. The retaliatory fire, combined with the natural protection of the hills on all three sides, did not allow the planes to have a peep at the inner harbor, and had to abort their mission...</b></span></p><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>On a sunny winter morning my friend and I would walk down to the beach and head <i>northwards</i> away from the Dolphin's Nose.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A mile or so later we would reach the "Scandal Point" (never could decipher what was so scandalous about it).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That Point was marked by a rock on which was perched a concrete column about 6 feet tall.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And at the base of that column there was just enough space for seating a scandalous couple.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Away from the beach facing it was the landmark "Ramakrishna Mission Temple" with its renowned 'Aratis' at sundown. The road ended a few hundred meters then on.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Walking further on the beach northwards there were no buildings then across the beach...unlike now. It was a stack of clayish dunes all the way up, to our Andhra University Buildings.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Walking a couple of miles further north on the beach we would reach a bend in the sea where it took a circular turn deep into the land, forming what was famously called: "Lawson's Bay" (Lawson who?)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That was a bay within the Bay of Bengal.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the sea there was always like a vast placid swimming pool. Great for bathers and swimmers.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Resting for half an hour on the beach there and watching the Lawson's Bay, we dared not walk further north.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Reason was that it ended in a deep jungle going up a tall uninhabited hill (now called Kailasa Giri) reputed to be abode of tigers once upon a time.</b></span></p><p><b><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">So we crossed away from the beach into the land and reached the "Shanti Ashramam"...a few buildings nestling among groves of a </span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">casuarina ('singing' trees).</span></b></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Walking further up by the footpath we found bushes of "screw pine" (మొగలి)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Further ahead were long barracks of Vizagh dhobis (including our own Manikyam's).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Walking further on we saw a circular patch of gently sloping hardened sand at the center of which was a pole with a red flag fluttering in the sea breeze.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That was a mystery to us then...now I know it as a golf course hole into which lucky golfers putted their balls once in a blue moon.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And finally we landed up in a pucca road in what was called: "Waltair Uplands"</b></span></p><p><span style="color: red; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All those are gone now...("now" means 1997 when I visited Vizagh last :)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Kailasa Giri is a tourist place with a stair case and a cable car to boot.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And those golf courses and dhobi ghats and screw pines gave way to a booming posh township called:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>MVP Colony (Muvvala Vani Palem)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Walking up the Waltair Uplands road we got to the Out-Gate of our Andhra University.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And right in front of it was a hillock with a footpath leading to the "Kirlampudi Hostel" famous abode of Frustrated Research Scholars (FRS).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>From there the roaring Bay of Bengal once again surfaced into our view.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>At the Out-Gate we take the "City Bus No 10" (charmingly called 'Sputnik' for the roundabout route it took).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Had we taken any other city bus like #1 or #2 we would go straight by the Main Road to the Harbor-end of Vizagh...the other bus terminus called "Old Post Office".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And we had to get down at the other end of the KGH Hospital Hillock and walk up it (tiresome).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So Bus No 10 was invented to take a left turn ahead of the University, go downhill all the way to the Ramakrishna Mission Temple, take a U-turn around it, and go up again....reaching the Maharanipet Junction (where our home was for 2 years).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then we shifted to the nearby Krishna Nagar where I had a room on top of a hillock facing the Bay of Bengal.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And a chair and table pushed against a window where I could sit and watch the roaring sea day and night...and dream...and read seaside stories like in Hemingway's "Old Man and the Sea", and Conrad's "Victory" (our prescribed 'novel' in Part I English).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>No wonder I didn't get to study the hated Math and Chemistry tomes...missing thereby coveted medals and prizes (despite topping in English...which didn't count).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Ah! Well! I did get to blog like the Devil!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>**************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-72128389682243230662021-04-04T09:30:00.003-07:002021-04-04T09:30:22.961-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3683<p><b> ***************************************************************************************************************</b></p><div class="I_52qC D_FY W_6D6F" data-test-id="message-view-body" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1d2228; display: table; font-family: YahooSans, "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 692.727px; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="msg-body P_wpofO mq_AS" data-test-id="message-view-body-content" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 2px 0px 0px; position: relative; word-break: break-word;"><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"><div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3683<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“కరముల నెల్లవేళఁ గడుగన్ వలెఁ దైలముతోడ మేల్గనన్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>త్వరగను హైద్రబాదునను తప్పక చేరుచు నెన్నికందునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>మరువక రాజకీయమును మానస మందున పూజచేయుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>బరువుగ మోసి నెత్తినను భాండము వేగమె చేరి నేతలన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>కరముల నెల్లవేళఁ గడుగన్ వలెఁ దైలముతోడ మేల్గనన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>*************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div></div></div><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"></div></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-62648794600942214032021-04-03T12:48:00.002-07:002021-04-03T12:48:59.908-07:00Tides - 1<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> ****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>If you want to witness tides in all their glory, you have to <i>live</i> by the sea...as I did in Vizagh for seven long years (24/365/7) 1958-65.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Although I keep referring to the village Muthukur where I did most of my schooling as a "seaside village", it is a bit hyperbolic. As the crow flies, Bay of Bengal on the charming Coromandel Coast is about 4 km from Muthukur. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The clues that Muthukur was near the sea were vast expanses of sand (no sand-mafia then) and the moody "land and sea breezes", and the perennial sweat.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When we walked as the crow flew we reached the village Gopalapuram and then the famous Buckingham Canal. And the boatman would row us cross it. Shortly thereafter, nestling among groves of tall palms and casuarina, rose the Konamal Bungalow (we never knew what was Konamal about it). reaching this bungalow we suddenly saw the vast expanse of sparkling Bay of Bengal stretching to the horizon. But there was no beach there...the bungalow was on a tiny hillock and the sea was lapping it. And the few picnickers who dared descend into that sea were often swallowed up by its whirlpools there, sadly.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>[All that splendor is gone like the delicious dream of Coleridge's 'Kubla Khan'...Muthukur is now an expensive town...with a giant thermal power station and one of the best ports at Gopalapuram. In 2010 when we wanted to go beyond Gopalapuram, we were not allowed...the port was 'protected area'...all we could see were angry red masts of huge cranes reaching the sky]</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>On the other hand, every other year, on special occasions like an eclipse, we would visit the sea to bathe in it, via a different route:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>We would all get ready early in the morning by 4 AM, have our coffee, and start walking diagonally across rice fields...ladies, gents and kids. And get to our ancestral village Krishnaptnam:</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>http://gpsastry.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-temple-couple.html</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then on to the Buckingham Canal where boatmen would be waiting for customers wanting to cross it.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A further walk of a few minutes would land us at the foot of series of seven sand dunes one after the other. Each of these dunes was about 10 feet high. And all of us enjoyed walking up and sliding down those seven dunes on to the other side one after the other.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And from the top of the last dune we would suddenly see the Bay of Bengal with a sandy beach of about 50-100 feet (depending on the tides). </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That beach was safe for wading into the sea to about ten feet and dipping our holy heads in the saline water, consummating the ritual bath.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then I landed up in Vizagh in 1958 for my university education. We were then living in the posh Maharanipet (which Maharani?).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Our house ('Bhakti Bhavan") lay midway down the top of the Maharanipet hillock (upon which was laid out the King George Hospital) to the Bay of Bengal. Which 'King George'...we never cared to know....some say he was the first British Surveyor there.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A five-minute walk from our home would land us on the beach. The sea was very rough there with huge breakers rolling down the waters they carried right up to our feet on the beach.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>From that beach we could see the famous hill, "Dolphin's Nose", with the old red-and-white lighthouse perched on it. The name of the hill was pithy.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Einstein is supposed to have said that his most productive years were when he was employed in such a lonely lighthouse as its youthful operator...no one to disturb but the roar of the sea.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Once in a while, with a friend, I would walk on the beach towards that Dolphin's Nose southwards for a couple of miles. And land up right on the banks of the narrow creek into which the sea flooded inwards to the port. It is through this creek that the rivulet "Narava Gedda" joined her spouse, the Bay of Bengal.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Crossing this creek by a hired boat would bring us to the foot of 'Dolphin's Nose', which was a green hill, with a footpath lined by tall trees on either side. Walking up this path we got to the top of the Nose and its lighthouse. And if we turned back we would see whole of the Vizagh city as a "model township" laid out on the floor, dotted with tiny buildings and thick woods...no concrete jungles then.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The creek formed the site of a natural harbor, the hill 'Dolphin's Nose' jutting into the sea saving its port from cyclones.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But the huge tidal bores rushing into the rivulet caused erosion and destruction.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the British Engineers who built that port were at a loss what to do. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And had to summon our (Bharat Ratna) Mokshagundam Visvesvaryya for help. And he came up with this ingenious solution:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Take two ships, load them full with cement bags up to their tops, and sink them at the mouth of the inlet into the sea."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Those two sunk steamers acted as breakwaters. We could see the masts at their tops.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>[I didn't know then that just a decade later I would be living in the "Visvesvarayya Niwas" Faculty Hostel for seven glorious years at IIT KGP (1967-74) and get to read lots of books and make merry with crazy friends]</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-71845436655188769112021-04-03T09:30:00.003-07:002021-04-03T09:30:28.331-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3682<p> <b>******************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div class="I_52qC D_FY W_6D6F" data-test-id="message-view-body" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1d2228; display: table; font-family: YahooSans, "Helvetica Neue", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 692.727px; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="msg-body P_wpofO mq_AS" data-test-id="message-view-body-content" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 2px 0px 0px; position: relative; word-break: break-word;"><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"><div><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3682<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“మన పద్యమ్ముల నెల్లరుం జదివి యాత్మజ్ఞానులై వెల్గరే”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>ఘనమౌ తీరున ఛందమున్ గఱపగా కందీశులే శాస్త్రికిన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>పనికిన్ మాలిన పూరణల్ సలుపగన్ వందల్ గ వేలల్ గనున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>మనముల్ రంజిల జేయునట్లు సరదా మాత్రంబుగన్ వ్రాయగా<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>మన పద్యమ్ముల నెల్లరుం జదివి యాత్మజ్ఞానులై వెల్గరే!<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>*************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div></div></div><div class="jb_0 X_6MGW N_6Fd5" style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 24px; padding-right: 16px;"></div></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-25214506802890096182021-04-02T12:25:00.007-07:002021-04-02T12:40:27.972-07:00Operation Barbarossa - 11<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> <span>*******************************************************************************************************<br /><br /><br /><br />Now (at last) we come to "Jews & Barbers" </span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>During the 1960s I was buying Reader's Digest and reading its fat issues cover to cover.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>After the end of the Cold War, RD lost all its charm propaganda and is now as thin as a string bean.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One of the memorable jokes in an issue of RD went like this:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A Jewish villager in Russia goes to his District Commissioner of Police and complains:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"There are posters in my village asking for: <span style="color: red;">DEATH TO JEWS & BARBERS</span>"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Why <i>Barbers</i>?"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That about sums up Christendom's antipathy to Jews.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>No doubt Jesus was born in a Jewish family. His mother Virgin Mary and father Joseph were Jews. And the Gospels refer to him as the King of Jews. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: #ebf2f5; border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In the <a href="https://religion.wikia.org/wiki/Gospel_of_John" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Gospel of John">Gospel of John</a> (<a class="external text" href="http://bibref.hebtools.com/?book=%20John&verse=19:19-20&src=KJV" rel="nofollow noreferrer noopener" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank">19:19-20</a>), the inscription is explained:</b></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><blockquote style="background-color: #ebf2f5; border: 0px; margin: 12px 40px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px 40px; vertical-align: baseline;"><p style="border: 0px; margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And <a class="new" data-uncrawlable-url="L3dpa2kvUG9udGl1c19QaWxhdGU/YWN0aW9uPWVkaXQmcmVkbGluaz0x" rel="nofollow" style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; transition: color 0.3s ease 0s; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Pontius Pilate (page does not exist)">Pontius Pilate</a> wrote a title, and put it on the cross. And the writing was <small style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">JESUS OF NAZARETH THE KING OF THE JEWS</small>.</b></span></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But he entered the Temple of Jews and tried to cleanse it of its prevailing sins, in particular, money-lending:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The cleansing of the Temple narrative tells of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Jesus">Jesus</a> expelling the merchants and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Money_changer" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Money changer">money changers</a> from the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Second_Temple" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Second Temple">Temple</a>, and occurs in all four <a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canonical_gospels" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Canonical gospels">canonical gospels</a> of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Testament" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="New Testament">New Testament</a>. The scene is a common motif in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian_art" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Christian art">Christian art</a>.</b></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In this <a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_key_episodes_in_the_Canonical_Gospels" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="List of key episodes in the Canonical Gospels">account</a>, Jesus and his <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disciple_(Christianity)" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Disciple (Christianity)">disciples</a> travel to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem_in_Christianity" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Jerusalem in Christianity">Jerusalem</a> for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Passover">Passover</a>, where Jesus expels the merchants and consumers from the temple, accusing them of turning it into "a den of thieves" (in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synoptic_Gospels" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Synoptic Gospels">Synoptic Gospels</a>) and "a house of trade" (in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gospel_of_John" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Gospel of John">Gospel of John</a>) through their commercial activities.</b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; color: #202122; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-color: white; margin: 0.5em 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And this outraged the Jews and they took revenge by being instrumental in the crucifixion of Jesus.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That at least is how the story went...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And later on Christians all over the Christendom accused Jews wholesale as killers of Jesus and banished them from all trades. They were prohibited from owning land and property (other than cash); and drove them to ghettos outside their townships.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Christianity prohibited money-lending, and considered 'interest;...and interest on interest' (simple and compound) as a sin.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But not Judaism.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That was how Jews had to turn to the profession of money-lending.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But everyone in the Christendom needed money once in a while, like our Antonio.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And had to go to his Jewish Shylock. And got his loan.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then Shylock got portrayed as greedy, venal, vengeful, immoral, sinful, and hideous.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That of course is the pinnacle of hypocrisy.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All our banks nowadays charge interest on interest when they lend us money for our homes, cars, jewelry, and vices like drinks and drugs (personal loans).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But we don't kill our bankers nor our lady finance ministers...fortunately...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>All that we do is to take humungous loans from banks and scoot to London or obscure places like Antigua and try our best to escape extradition.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There is this pawnbroker Wilson in Sherlock Holmes's "Red Headed League" who says:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"I don't have to leave my shop....my business comes to me"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>How wonderful!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In the 1960s when I used to visit my father's town Gudur, I would take my pleasant evening walks on its main road called Raja Veedhi.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I was charmed by the variety of its shops: cloth, provisions, gas stoves, gold, shamianas, electronics, musical instruments and such.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When I went there a couple of decades later, most of those shops vanished and were replaced with 'pawnbrokers'.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This gent reclined on a cushion under his ceiling fan and fattened his tummy:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><b>"His business came to him"</b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Although Shakespeare did injustice to Shylock as a jealous money-lender, he taught us to be neither a borrower nor a lender (in his Hamlet):</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;"><b>Polonius:</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Neither a borrower nor a lender be,</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">For loan oft loses both itself and friend,</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box;" /><span style="background-color: white;">And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Easier said than done...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My father, being a strict headmaster of the Muthukur school, couldn't very well go to the local pawnbroker with his wife's bangles.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But with his large family and small income, he needed money urgently once.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And someone advised him that he could take a loan on his LIC Policy.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he got the form and read it and discovered that the only way he could take a loan was to declare it for "urgent medical expenses of the wife"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he prevaricated despite his Gandhian adherence to truth (though not non-violence against his errant students and his naughty son).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he got his loan approved...LIC was kind and accepted the fake medical certificate.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And within a month his wife fell seriously ill and had to be rushed overnight to the American Baptist Mission Hospital in Nellore for emergency surgery. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Then on he got scared and never took any more loans from anywhere, and followed the golden rule:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Cut your coat according to your cloth!"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>With the result that his only son became perennially hard up and had to take multiple loans from all possible sources </span><span>other than pawnbrokers (having nothing to pawn) </span><span>throughout his working life at IIT KGP (in order to support the education and marriage expenses of most of his father's six daughters). </span></b></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Within a few years of joining IIT, he heard that he could take refundable loans from his Provident Fund (even concurrent ones).</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Gauri Babu (the kind Superintendent of the Accounts Section) advised him how to fill up the appropriate "Reason" column in the Application Form:</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Marriage of dependent sister"</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And during his forty years there he must have married off a couple of dozen 'dependent sisters' (he being no Gandhian). </b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Till, after his putting in 15 years of service, Gauri Babu advised him that he could take a non-refundable loan for buying a house.</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he bought dozens of houses thereafter.</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But still he needed ready cash to buy a fridge when the one he had bought a decade ago conked off midsummer in 1997. </b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Then he recalled that he had an FD in the State Bank of India.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Don't think that he took loans from PF and deposited them in the SBI as FDs.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>No!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>His story is as follows:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When he got married in 1979, the fond (retired Executive Engineer) grandfather of his bride wanted to give her a gift (don't call it dowry which is against Conduct Rules).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he asked the old man to deposit it in <i>his</i> Tirupati SBI Account jointly in his own name and his granddaughter's.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the EE was pleased at his noble gesture.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Two months after his granddaughter's marriage the EE visited KGP to find out if his granddaughter was happy with her husband. And kept the new bridegroom under strict vigilance for all of two weeks; during which the hubby pretended he was a non-smoker (in public).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the old man felt immensely happy. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And after the said FD matured, the EE dropped his name and replaced it with his grandson-in-law's and got it transferred to SBI KGP.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And a decade later that chap took a loan on it for buying a new fridge.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the interest on it was being deducted regularly from his salary account for a couple of years.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But one fine day he was summoned to the Bank and was roundly rebuked by the new Manager for not refunding the <i>principal.</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And that needed another of his dependent sisters to be married off forthwith :)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Last Laugh: </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Charlie Chaplin (suspected by some to be Jewish) made a movie (The Great Dictator) in which he played the double role of the Aryan Hitler and a Jewish Barber.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br />*****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-46888727913679841512021-04-02T09:47:00.005-07:002021-04-02T09:47:30.216-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3681<p><b> **************************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3690<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“ఈర్ష్యాద్వేషములున్న మానవులనే యీశుండు మెచ్చుం గదా”</b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>ఈర్ష్యల్ మీరుచు యూదులన్ కనగనున్ హృద్దేశమే మండగన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>పోర్ష్యావంటిది జడ్జి మిమ్ములగనన్ ప్రోత్సాహమున్ జేయదే!👇<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>పర్ష్యన్ దేశపు పుత్రులార! విడగన్ పాపమ్ములౌ నిట్టివౌ<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>నీర్ష్యాద్వేషములున్న; మానవులనే యీశుండు మెచ్చుం గదా!<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>*******************************************************************************************************</b></div><div dir="ltr"><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-63999202243396257872021-04-01T12:46:00.000-07:002021-04-01T12:46:01.333-07:00Operation Barbarossa - 10<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> ********************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>"</span><span>An Ambassador was sent to Kalam to civilize him for his forthcoming august job.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The first thing the Ambassador wanted was to have Kalam's famous locks clipped to his ears.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>And Kalam declined politely...he being a bachelor, he had no wife, and his hanging locks were all that he</span><span> loved. "</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There was always speculation why Kalam never allowed his forelocks to be clipped. They were always falling on his cheeks covering his ears.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He himself evaded answers to this question whenever put to him.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And so the internet has its own wild guesses.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One of them is that Kalm's left ear was half the size of his right ear...a genetic defect.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Unlike Gandhiji whose both ears were elephantine and he was rather proud of them.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Only the state-barber of Rashtrapti Bhavan knows.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This reminds me of a story I read in Chandamama in my school years:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This King appeared in public always wearing an enormous crown hiding his ears.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And one day his Royal Baber died and he had to find a replacement.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And a young man, Dhenu, was selected. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The first morning he went to the King's private chamber and started his job, Dhenu discovered that the King had Donkey's Ears.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he couldn't stop laughing.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The King got wild and threatened Dhenu with death if he ever leaked the King's secret.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Dhenu got scared and went home after his job was done.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He wanted to tell the King's secret to someone close but was scared. And this made him sick and his tummy started bloating and he thought he would die unless...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So he went to the forest nearby and found a hole in the earth at one spot. He bent himself down and whispered: "King's ears are donkey's ears...King's ears are donkey's ears...King's ears are donkey's ears..."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he was relieved of his stomach ache at once and he went home and slept peacefully. And went about his Royal Job for many years.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One day a rural Musician, Venu, was traveling by the forest to the Kingdom to meet the King in his Darbar and show off his musical talent and get showered with gold coins.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Venu found a beautiful bamboo stalk growing out of a hole. And he cut it and made a lovely flute out of it.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When Venu played his song on it, the flute played faithfully:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"<span style="background-color: white; color: #117711;">मन तड़पत हरि दरसन को आज..."</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>And Venu was pleased immensely and went to the King's Darbar and started playing on his flute.</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>But on looking at the King, the flute started playing:</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"King's ears are donkey's ears...King's ears are donkey's ears...King's ears are donkey's ears..."</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #117711; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>For all of 70 years before I discovered the 'You Tube', I had trouble pronouncing outlandish proper nouns, names of persons in particular.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In our Class 8 in the 'innocent' 1950s, our Social Studies Teacher dictated in Telugu the name of the then Secretary General of the nascent UNO thus:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Dog Hammershield"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the whole class burst out laughing: "Dog! Dog! Dog! hehehe!!!!"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Trouble is that our Telugu script (as well as the Devanagari) had no sound like the 'a' in the English: "cat, rat, mat, sat, fat, hat..."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And so the "Dag" had to be written and pronounced as: "Dog"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the "Hammershield" is the brave Telugu pronunciation of:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Hammarskjöld"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Poor fellow was Swedish.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>None of us knew what to do with that "j" there, not to speak of the umlaut. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Much later, I read all of Alistair MacLean novels. And his "Night Without End" was replete with the word: "fjord" with the same troublesome "j". The story was placed in Greenland.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Of course I had trouble with 'Don Quixote" and "Vincent van Gogh". You can check them for fun in your You Tube.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In 1958 when I reached my MD Uncle's house in Vizagh for my university education, for the first time in my life, I discovered a whole book shelf of the currently fashionable English novels (meant for display mostly).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And started reading all of them one by one (almost failing in Math and Chemistry; and losing the glorious Sripati Medal narrowly). </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Sherlock Holmes" was easy: the silent second "l" was familiar to us in "walk, talk, chalk..."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But what about "Somerset Maugham"; the second word, as I discovered later, was "Mom"; the "gh" being silent as in "caught, taught, brought, fought...."</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>What about "Wodehouse"? Is the "h" silent or not?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Wodehouse books had these strange names:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Archie Moffam" (pronounced as "Archie Moom"), "Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge" (pronounced as "Stanly Fasha Ukridge".</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I had trouble with even Jim Corbett's "Man-Eaters of Kumaon" (what to do with that "n"?)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Anyway I read the whole unabridged Maugham's novel: "Of Human Bondage". The prose flowed like champagne (pronounced as "shampain") and cognac (pronounced as "kawnyak").</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Much later I read his "Summing Up" in which he wrote that he learned writing good prose after reading "Fyodor Dostoevsky" (pronounced as it is writ) meticulously.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So I borrowed and read Dostoevsky's fat novel of 600 pages: "Crime and Punishment" and found it eminently readable indeed.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But why 600 pages?</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I came to know that the author was poor and his novel appeared in 12 monthly instalments in a journal and he was paid per instalment.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So he stretched it as long as he could, much like these serial blogs of mine.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The gist of that bulky novel is like this:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"The young hero kills an old Jewish woman money-lender and evades police successfully. In the end he couldn't contain himself and confesses"...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>...like our barber Dhenu whispering: </span><span>"King's ears are donkey's ears...King's ears are donkey's ears...King's ears are donkey's ears..." into the hole in the forest.</span></b></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But why should a Jewish old lady take to money-lending and get killed?</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><br /></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-47677319640459452812021-04-01T09:40:00.001-07:002021-04-01T09:40:12.971-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3680<p><b> ******************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3689<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>“వెధవలు పెచ్చురేగిరఁట వేలకొలంది శకారరూపులై”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>(ఇంతకు ముందే శ్రీ నారుమంచి అనంతకృష్ణ గారి 'వెధవ శతకం' ఆవిష్కరణ జరిగింది)<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>అధములు నొవ్వకుండగను హాయిని గూర్చుచు వ్రాయగన్ కవీ!<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>విధవలు చేరి పందిరిని బింకము వీడుచు నవ్వుచున్ భళా<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>"వెధవల కావ్యమున్" చదివి వేడుక నొందగ వింతవింతగన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>వెధవలు పెచ్చురేగిరఁట వేలకొలంది శకారరూపులై<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>**************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-10934272045104635702021-03-31T12:53:00.002-07:002021-03-31T12:53:36.405-07:00Operation Barbarossa - 9<p> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>*****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>On retiring and settling down in Hyderabad, I was looking for my first hair-cut.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I had always resisted hair-cuts. And used to postpone them till strands of hair fell on my eyes and made me blind...especially since cataracts destroyed my vision mostly.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There are traits peculiar to humans...my son would visit his hi-tech saloon every fortnight if he could (more for the massages he is fond of...like my father was).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But my son resists taking baths like any healthy child...Ishani has her daily fights with her mom about it during these days of lockdown when her school has gone online.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>On the other hand, I love to take half a dozen baths every day....it is an obsession with me (OCD...Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And before each bath I discard my used banian.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Since I prefer to use the family-washing-machine only once a week, I keep a stock of 40 banians...no joke that!</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>A few years ago, my ophthalmologist-nephew threatened me that my cataracts would burst and make me totally blind (with pain on the side). And then I decided to get them removed by a surgical procedure that I feared.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One of those days the dad of one of my ex-students was visiting me. <i>He</i> had his cataracts removed recently then; and was encouraging me to go ahead. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But I protested:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Apparently I am not allowed to take any bath for a <i>whole</i> month after surgery"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"What <i>else </i>could be a better blessing?"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>There was this story of my childhood: </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Men (and women) wanted to know from Lord Brahma about their righteous conduct. And sent a buffalo as a messenger to Him. And he said:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Let them take three baths daily and eat once a week"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the buffalo-messenger got it all mixed up and conveyed the orders of Brahma thus:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Let men and women eat thrice daily and take bath once a week" </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That was how our 'breakfast-lunch-dinner' routine started (leaving snacking in between aside).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Brahma got wild with the errant buffalo and cursed him thus:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Go and till the lands of humans so they can eat all those sumptuous meals"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Returning to my first hair-cut in Hyderabad:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>We were then renting in a flat in SR Nagar.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I walked to the nearest barber shop and found it closed shut. And then I walked further and further all over Amirpet and found every barber shop closed shut.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I returned home and rang up my Hyderabadi B-i-L. And he said:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"All barber shops in Hyderabad are closed on Tuesdays"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Why Tuesdays?"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"No Hyderabadi would have his hair cut on Tuesdays. Tuesday is inauspicious for hair cuts"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I then remembered my sad plight in Gudur in the summer of 2003 while I was vacationing there with my mother and working sister.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>On a Friday night I developed an acute attack of a stomach infection. And next morning my sister got me admitted to the local nursing home. The doctor was kind and tried his best to cure me. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Message reached my Nellore sister and B-i-L, and both of them arrived at Gudur to look after me in shifts of day and night (My wife was then with her mom in Vijayawada).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>By Monday morning I was only half-cured...the doctor being a pediatrician.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My Nellore sister and B-i-L were a working couple and were eager to get back to Nellore.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And they asked the doctor to discharge me that Monday evening itself.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I protested that I was still ill. But they said:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Tomorrow is Tuesday. Tuesdays and Saturdays are inauspicious for discharges"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>So I was brought home that Monday evening and the Nellore couple ran back to their Nellore.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That night I couldn't stand it anymore. And the next morning my resident sister got me re-admitted (Tuesdays and Saturdays being ok for admission but).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That evening my medico-wife arrived at Gudur.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>She consulted my renowned Doctor-B-i-L at Madurai who said:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>"Ask the </span><span>pediatrician to mix three bottles of Metrogyl and three bottles of C</span><span>iprofloxacin in the saline"</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And one bottle of each cured me (well before Saturday :)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>This reminds me of our rocket-scientist Abdul Kalam in 2002.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The BJP-led Government (for reasons political) selected him as our next President. And he agreed, I don't know why.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>An Ambassador was sent to Kalam to civilize him for his forthcoming august job.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The first thing the Ambassador wanted was to have Kalam's famous locks clipped to his ears.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>And Kalam declined politely...he being a bachelor, he had no wife, and his hanging locks were all that he</span><span> loved. </span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>The Ambassador then asked Kalam to discard his bush shirts and loose pants and get himself measured for the Bandh-Gala which was<i> de rigueur</i></span><span> for the President of India.</span></b></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Kalm agreed reluctantly.</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Then the Ambassador said:</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Thursday is auspicious for the inauguration. Would it suit you?"</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"<i>All </i>days are alike. Earth revolves around itself smoothly every 24 hours. There is no break at midnight. Nor at midday. Nor on Tuesday nor on Saturday"</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The Ambassador laughed at the foolishness of Kalam (<i>he </i>was a firm believer in astrology, numerology, vaastu, planets, rings, amulets, mantras and tantras).</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>It is a different matter that he was shot dead by his own brother four little years later at the tender age of 56...Kalam lived till 83.</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></span></p><p><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-82454100945340537002021-03-31T09:12:00.006-07:002021-03-31T09:12:35.665-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3679<p><b> ******************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3679<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>“బూతగు రామచంద్ర యనఁబోకు సుహృజ్జనులున్న తావులన్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>తాతల నాటి గొప్పలను త్రవ్వుచు బైటకు లాగి పల్కుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>మూతులు నాకి నాయకుల మూర్ఖుడ! రూకలు మెండు జేర్చుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>నీతులు జెప్పి త్రాగుచును నివ్వెర పోవక హైద్రబాదునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>బూతగు "రామచంద్ర!" యనఁబోకు సుహృజ్జనులున్న తావులన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><b>*************************************************************************************************************************************************</b></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-75516989416735854972021-03-30T13:24:00.002-07:002021-03-30T13:24:57.559-07:00Operation Barbarossa - 8<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> *********************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>For most of his life Father was a borderline agnostic...he being the first science graduate of his generation.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Of course he used to do his sandhyavandanam without fail thrice a day. But that was by force of habit...and to please his ultra-religious wife.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But while at Muthukur, he used to visit the famous Balaji Temple at Tirupati to have a free tonsure that saved barber's expenses for the next four months.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Balaji is fond of his devotees' hair...tonsure means surrender of the ego...men (and women) being attached to their hair mostly.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One of my retired friends here told me that he rarely visits the local barber shop...whenever needed he would visit Tirupati (all of 40 times at the last count). </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Other than Balaji's visits, complete tonsure was prohibited for Brahmin gents who were advised to keep a tuft of hair till they renounced and became sannyasins.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Among my father's siblings, only the eldest kept his knotted tuft but concealed it within his crop of hair (he was the Nellore Shakespeare and had to teach a set of rowdy students).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Chanakya, I am told, refused to tie his tuft till he dethroned the Nandas who had insulted him (he taught Chandragupta the secrets of warfare and economics among other things).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Modiji needs him now more than ever...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Father would lug me to Balaji and have my head tonsured, which I resented. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But after cremating his body in 2004, I asked my mom what she wished me to do with my hair (he was<i> her</i> husband first and foremost, and only then my father).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Mother ordered me unequivocally to visit the local saloon at Gudur and have my head tonsured, leaving a tuft.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And my youngest niece (now in the US) used to braid my tuft for fun for all of ten days till that too got cleared by the same barber...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Twenty years later, upon cremating my mom's body, I got my head tonsured once again...that being her unsaid wish. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That evening when I was traveling in my son's AC car in Nellore I felt as if my head was in the freezer.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Hair protects us from cold....everything in Nature has its uses (including nails which we need when we have to scratch our backs as well as our bosses')...</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Ogden Nash:</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">There was a young belle of old Natchez</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Who ripped all her garments to patchez</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">When comment arose</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">On the state of her clothes</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">She drawled, When Ah itches, Ah scratchez.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="background-color: white;">But during his last five years, Father turned a staunch devotee of Lord Sri Raam, and used to recite (by heart) the Daasarathi Satakam (</span>దాశరథీ శతకం).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Of course Lord Raam was a God to all South Indians. Even the virulent Anti-Aryan Dravidian was named Raamasaami Naicker.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And our staunch Communist of AP didn't change his name from "Sitaram Yechuri"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And the loudest Anti-Modi now is named Ramachandra Guha (Padma Bhushan).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>At first I thought he was a Bengali (Guha being a common surname in Bengal).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But he turned out to be from Karnataka (Guha being the Bhakt of Sri Raam).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>After retiring and settling down in Hyderabad I used to get my Hindu Newspaper, in which this Ramachandra Guha ran a weekly column that I loved to read for its lucid prose. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And when I blogged my first story about my misadventure with a sewing machine at Muthukur, I mailed it to Ramachandra Guha (it is <i>so </i>tough to make others read what you write).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I wanted to see if he reads it...as a test of my own English prose. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I was dubious till I got this return-mail from him:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> Dear Professor Sastry,</b></span></span></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Thank you for your mail and your moving piece about your school and upbringing.</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> </span></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>The 1950s were a special time, almost an innocent time, in the history of the nation.</b></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>With regards<br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>R. Guha</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>(He is 15 years younger to me and doesn't know those nineteen-fifties first-hand)</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Five years ago, for Ishani's Home Library, I bought his book: "Patriots and Partisans"</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Didn't read it yet (where is the time?)</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When I was 3, Father used to place me on his tummy while on his cot and say:</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"I have only one demand of you...take me to Kashi once"</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Redemption of that took me all of 40 years.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>North-East perhaps didn't have this Raam Culture.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But what about Bengal?</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>No doubt there was our Ramakrishna Paramahamsa...but <i>that</i> was the name he took upon himself much later...he was christened "Gadaadhar" after the deity at Gaya.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He was by and large a devotee of Mother Kali.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Indeed the only temple that came up outside the IIT KGP campus was: "Shiv-Kali Mandir"</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Bengal of the 15th century was greatly influenced by Lord Chaitanya (on our way to Gole Bazar at KGP there was this Chaitanyaasram).</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That saint born in Nabadwip popularized Sri Krishna Bhakti Mlovement (now ISKCON).</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br />Today being Holi, it is the day of Dol Jatra when Baby Krishna is placed in his cradle and songs are sung throughout the night to the accompaniment of Khol (variant of Dhol) in rural Bengal.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>During the 1800s there was a perennial flux of devotees and sannyasins of Bengal walking from Nabadwip to Puri, as well as to Mathura-Brindavan (where Bengalis used to banish their desolate widows).</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But no one traveled to Ayodhya from Bengal.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Durga Puja is a fairly recent arrival...with her inadvertent kids traveling home to Bengal (when did Lakshmi and Sarasvati become daughters of Durgajee? Lakshmi was supposed to be born while the milky ocean was churned, and Sarasvati from Brahma's tongue where she resides permanently).</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But Didi revels in Durga and considers Sri Raam as a no-good god of North Indian goons.</b></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And gets wild when the foot soldiers of BJP shout: 'Jai Sri Raam!', which slogan is to her as a red rag to a bull (holy cow that she is, nonetheless).</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Anything goes in politics...</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I?</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Of course I am a 'Love Bird'</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Here is Yagnavalkya speaking to his fond wife Maitreyi (Brihadaranyaka Upanishad):</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><div dir="ltr"><div><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>स होवाच: न वा अरे पत्युः कामाय पतिः प्रियो भवत्यात्मनस्तु कामाय पतिः प्रियो भवति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: #38761d;">न वा अरे जायायै कामाय </span><span style="color: #38761d;">जाया</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> प्रिया भवत्यात्मनस्तु कामाय जाया प्रिया भवति। </span></b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे पुत्राणां कामाय पुत्राः प्रिया भवन्त्यात्मनस्तु कामाय पुत्राः प्रिया भवन्ति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे वित्तस्य कामाय वित्तं प्रियं भवत्यात्मनस्तु कामाय वित्तं प्रियं भवति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे पशूनां कामाय पशवः प्रिया भवन्त्यामनस्तु कामाया पशवः प्रिया भवन्ति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे ब्रह्मणः कामाय ब्रह्म प्रियं भवत्यात्मनस्तु कामाय ब्रह्म प्रियं भवति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे क्षत्रस्य कामाय क्षत्रं प्रियं भवत्यात्मनस्तु कामाय क्षत्रं प्रियं भवति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे लोकानां कामाय लोकाः प्रिया भवन्त्यात्मनस्तु कामाय लोकाः प्रिया भवन्ति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे देवानां कामाय देवाः प्रिया भवन्त्यात्मनस्तु कामाय देवाः प्रिया भवन्ति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे वेदानां कामाय वेदाः प्रिया भवन्त्यात्मनस्तु कामाय वेदाः प्रिया भवन्ति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>न वा अरे भुतानां कामाय भूतानि प्रियाणि भवन्त्यात्मनस्तु कामाय भूतानि प्रियाणि भवन्ति।</b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> न वा अरे सर्वस्य कामाय सर्वं प्रियं भवत्यात्मनस्तु कामाय सर्वं प्रियं भवति। </b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>आत्मा वा अरे द्रष्टव्यः श्रोतव्यो मन्तव्यो निदिध्यासितव्यो मैत्रेयात्मनि खल्वरे दृष्टे श्रुते मते विज्ञात इद सर्वं विदितम्॥</b></span></p><p class="yiv5791322942ydp5e38da1csanskrit_font" style="line-height: 1.7em; padding: 10px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he said: "Verily, not for the sake of the husband, my dear, is the husband loved, but he is loved for the sake of the self which, in its true nature, is one with the Supreme Self. "Verily, not for the sake of the wife, my dear, is the wife loved, but she is loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the sons, my dear, are the sons loved, but they are loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of wealth, my dear, is wealth loved, but it is loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the animals, my dear, are the animals loved, but they are loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the brahmin, my dear, is the brahmin loved, but he is loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the khatriya, my dear, is the khatriya loved, but he is loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the worlds, my dear, are the worlds loved, but they are loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the gods, my dear, are the gods loved, but they are loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the Vedas, my dear, are the Vedas loved, but they are loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the beings, my dear, are the beings loved, but they are loved for the sake of the self. "Verily, not for the sake of the All, my dear, is the All loved, but it is loved for the sake of the self.</b></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Verily, my dear Maitreyi, it is the Self that should be realized, should be heard of, reflected on and meditated upon. By the realization of the Self, my dear, through hearing, reflection and meditation, all this is known".<br /></b></span></div></div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>*******************************************************************************************</b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>*****************************************************************************************************</b></span></p>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-14283857810790919772021-03-30T09:43:00.007-07:002021-03-30T09:43:46.002-07:00శంకరార్పణం - 3678<p> <b>************************************************************************************************************</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><div dir="ltr"><b>శంకరాభరణం సమస్య - 3678<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>“వరుని గళంబునన్ వధువు వైభవమొప్పగఁ గట్టెఁ దాళినిన్”<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>పరువులు పెట్టగా మనము పండుగ పూటను టీవి గాంచుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>దరువుల పాటలన్ వినుచు దప్పిక తీరగ శయ్యనందునన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>తిరుగుచు రెండు ప్రక్కలను తీవ్రపు తీరున బీరు త్రాగుచున్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>వరుని గళంబునన్ వధువు వైభవమొప్పగఁ గట్టెఁ దాళినిన్<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>(కంది శంకరయ్య గారి సౌజన్యంతో)<br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b><br /></b></div><div dir="ltr"><b>**********************************************************************************************************</b></div><div dir="ltr"><br style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" /></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490857344501208483.post-81081576640300789032021-03-29T16:23:00.003-07:002021-03-29T16:27:20.300-07:00Operation Barbarossa - 7<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b> ************************************************************************************************************</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My father was as butter-fingered as I am. And during his shaves he would invariably nick his chin in several spots here and there.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then emerged from his LG Hing Shaving Box a white crystalline cube that he used to rub his chin with.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And I asked him what it was called (he was my walking dictionary-cum-encyclopedia).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>He said it was: "Alum"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Much later I came to know alum is an astringent (skin contractor). He seemed not to wince, so I concluded it was soothing to his bleeding nicks.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But not the after-shave lotion that I used to apply from its roller...<i>that </i>used to burn. It was alcohol.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Nowadays I see that alcohol-based hand-sanitizers are a rage. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>(Hyderabadis are enterprising. I am told that during last year's severe lockdown they bought crates of hand-sanitizer bottles and distilled them to get their daily dose of alcohol...addiction can lead to crime).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My father was not <i>that</i> kind to me as he was to himself. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When I had regular bleeding wounds (that I didn't mind) on my two knees and two elbows (after roadside play) he used to drag me to his table and ask my didi to hold my hands. And as I screamed savagely, he would take out from his medicine chest a miserable bottle of the 'Tincture of Iodine' and apply it in profusion on my wounds</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Which "biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder":</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="yiv8029738975reg" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span class="yiv8029738975reftext" style="line-height: 15px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; vertical-align: text-top;"><a href="https://biblehub.com/proverbs/23-30.htm" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">30</a></span>They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.</b></span></p><p class="yiv8029738975reg" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span class="yiv8029738975reftext" style="line-height: 15px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; vertical-align: text-top;"><a href="https://biblehub.com/proverbs/23-31.htm" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">31</a></span>Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, <i>when</i> it moveth itself aright.</b></span></p><p class="yiv8029738975reg" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span class="yiv8029738975reftext" style="line-height: 15px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 2px; vertical-align: text-top;"><a href="https://biblehub.com/proverbs/23-32.htm" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" style="text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">32</a></span>At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.</b></span></p><p class="yiv8029738975reg" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://biblehub.com/kjv/proverbs/23.htm" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank"><b>https://biblehub.com/kjv/proverbs/23.htm</b></a></span></p><p class="yiv8029738975reg" style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="yiv8029738975reg" style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>'Tincture of Iodine' is iodine dissolved in alcohol.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Medicine is a funny thing. And it saved my life (for what it is worth) on several occasions.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When I was 9 at Muthukur, I once had fever. And our good country-doctor, Ishwar Reddy, asked me to take 2 tablets thrice daily of the newest antibiotic: Sulfadiazine. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And then forgot to tell me to drink lots of water.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>By 8 O'clock in the evening I was groaning with agony in my urinary tract...unable to pass its contents however hard I tried. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I thought I was dying.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Then materialized from nowhere, like God Himself, my maternal uncle Dr K Krishna Murthy who was then a house surgeon at KGH, Vizagh. And he opened his patent leather bag and pulled out a bottle of Alkasol, one dose of which relieved me instantly.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In his medicine kit, father also had paper sachets of what he called "Potassium Permanganate". The powder inside them was as violet as the 'Gentian Violet' that I came to use on my wife during her last days.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Father used his Potassium Permanganate dissolved in water to gargle his throat whenever it was sore.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Later on I came to know that it is a terrific oxidizing agent.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>In the year 1979, soon after I got married to my medico-wife, I was traveling by bus from Tirupati (where she was then lodged) to Gudur.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And midway I got this horrendous ache in my left ear. It was unbearable. As I walked from the Gudur bus stand to our home, not knowing what to do to, I saw a new private dispensary manned by a youthful doctor. I went in and he asked me to sit down on the stool by his side. And he pulled out his medicine chest and pumped some liquid into my left ear. Squirt Squirt Squirt. And within seconds the pain vanished like an exorcized ghost. And I asked him what that magic liquid was and he said:</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Hydrogen Peroxide"</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I knew all about it having mugged it up from my chemistry book by PC Ray...it is a rapid oxidizing agent. It is a highly unstable compound and on contact with any surface it quickly releases nascent oxygen (monatomic) that is highly reactive...it killed all resident bacteria.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>[Jim Corbett said somewhere that sudden freedom from pain, like sudden freedom from fear, are untellable reliefs (he was talking of villagers, cooped up in their homes for weeks in fear of their man-eater, coming out onto the streets celebrating wildly with drums and drinks and bonfires throughout the night that Jim shot the poor thing down and brought it to the village for skinning)]</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And when I wrote to my wife about my adventure with H2O2, she prescribed Supristol tablets (sulfur compound). It cured my ear ache but I grew as weak as my brain now. And my wife returned to Gudur, saw me limp, and prescribed B-Complex capsules which roused me up like a corpse brought to life by the Muthukur street-magician.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>That reminds me of my son's predicament in 2002 (by when he got his home-desktop with a petulant internet connection).</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One fine morning he suddenly developed unbearable pain in his scrotum on which appeared a pimple-like hard mass.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I took him at once to Dr NB Pal's Clinic in Prem Bazar outside our Qrs at IIT KGP. Unfortunately the good doctor was on a holiday, placing a new junior MBBS in charge. And the novice was at a loss, and on consulting his "Chatterjee & Chatterjee" medicine tome, decided that my son's symptoms looked like those of filaria (!)</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And he prescribed "Banocide" tablets. And for pain relief he gave the brand new "Brufen" tablets.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Banocide didn't work for a week, much like the amulets of Muthukur hakim.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Nor did Brufen.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Then my son browsed his internet and went to the home page of the Harvard Medical School. </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><span>And discovered that it was nothing like filaria but a common bacterial infection (</span><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;">Epididymitis) </span><span>easily curable by any sulfa drug.</span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My wife gave him: "Bactrim DS" and one tablet relieved his symptoms.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And when my son was in his Class 8, I had to employ a home-tutor for him for his Hindi lessons.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>`And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>`Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: `nine the next, and so on.'</b></span></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>`What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice.</b></span></p><p><b><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></b></p><p><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>`That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked: `because they lessen from day to day.'</b></span></p><div><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>His young Hindi tutor, Mishraji, had such a dulcet voice that I used to eavesdrop through the keyhole (despite the subject :)</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Once my son had a rather obstinate pimple on his cheek that got infected. And it resisted all antibiotics.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And Mishrajee saw it and advised my son to apply Antibactrin...a cheap Bengali liquid that I saw later was mustard oil mixed with herbs like Tulsi (basil...ocimum).</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And one application of it shriveled his scoundrel pimple.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I was then suffering from an oozing skin infection for over forty years that resisted all ointments (unguenta) including various combinations of steroids and Betnovates (C, N, GM). </b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>My son then asked me why not apply Antibactrin?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br />And one drop of it cured the damn thing permanently (so far).</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>I always held homeopathy in low esteem.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Its principle seemed weird...'the agent that causes the disease cures it in diluted doses...the more the dilution, the higher its 'potency' 1x, 2x, 6x...'</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><table class="wikitable" style="background-color: #f8f9fa; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); margin: 1em 0px;"><tbody><tr><th style="background-color: #eaecf0; border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">X Scale</span></th><th style="background-color: #eaecf0; border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">C Scale</span></th><th style="background-color: #eaecf0; border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Ratio</span></th><th style="background-color: #eaecf0; border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Note</span></th></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>―</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1:10</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>described as low potency</b></span></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>2X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>1:100</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>called <i>higher</i> potency than 1X by homeopaths</b></span></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>6X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>3C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−6</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>8X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>4C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−8</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>12X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>6C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−12</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>24X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>12C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−24</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><a class="mw-redirect" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avogadro%27s_constant" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Avogadro's constant">Has a 60% probability of containing one molecule of original material</a> if one <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mole_(unit)" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Mole (unit)">mole</a> of the original substance was used.</b></span></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>26X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>13C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−26</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>If pure <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_memory" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Water memory">water</a> were used as the diluent, no molecules of the original solution remain in the water.</b></span></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>60X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>30C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−60</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Dilution advocated by Hahnemann for most purposes: on average, this would require giving two billion doses per second to six billion people for 4 billion years to deliver a single molecule of the original material to any patient.</b></span></td></tr><tr><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>400X</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>200C</b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>10<sup style="line-height: 1;">−400</sup></b></span></td><td style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Dilution of popular homeopathic flu preparation <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscillococcinum" style="background: none; text-decoration-line: none;" title="Oscillococcinum">Oscillococcinum</a></b></span></td></tr><tr><td colspan="4" style="border: 1px solid rgb(162, 169, 177); padding: 0.2em 0.4em;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Note: the "X scale" is also called "D scale". 1X = 1D, 2X = 2D, etc.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>But once Professor RG Chatterjee narrated this story:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>When he was a naughty boy in Allahabad, his father was an amateur homeopath.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>One morning out of horseplay RGC opened his father's kit and swallowed a couple of pills of Lycopodium.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>And within minutes his fair face became red and started itching.</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>Seeing which his father told him:</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>"Fetch from my homeo kit a vial of Lycopodium 2X"</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>;)</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>To be continued</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b>*************************************************************************************************************</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><br /></div>G P Sastry (gps1943@yahoo.com)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09891949999163482776noreply@blogger.com0