The blessed valley of Sight

[15 Apr: Fixed typo, makes it even more incredible. Thanks, Nirmal!]

So, Facebook acquired Instagram for a billion dollars. Naturally (oh how I love this word, verily the Prince of Segues!), this leads one to ponder the preponderance of visual media over all other senses. Just look at how advanced our visual transactions are - we read (highly non-linear and asynchronous), see pictures, see nuances in colors, see videos (somewhat more linear and synchronous), etc. Sometimes we do a multi-layered visual transaction all at once - imagine seeing a movie with subtitles, with a scene having elements of black-and-white and selective color, with some elements changing and others stationary in time. A typical news cast involves all these - an anchor, a infographic still, a video, feed, a scrolling ticker below, etc.

In contrast, our aural transactions are primitive. We are confined to pretty much one kind of listening, and only very few of us are trained to recognize pitch and tone. That's the equivalent of only a tiny population being trained to read. Even for those, it is mainly a linear, synchronous kind of input. The most multi-layered it can get is someone speaking with music, but even then our resolution rapidly drops as more elements are added.  Our olfactory (smell) transactions are even more primitive. There's hardly any creative expression with smells, and pretty much all of us are at a very primitive level. The visual equivalent might be a population which can't just not read, but one where most can't even see more than vague blobs of color.

All this can lead to interesting questions of how this came to be, and how it could change in the future. One of the first steps in answering the former is to ask, how is it that our eyes see what they see?

There are many ways to interpret that, but one way is to focus on the electromagnetic frequencies that the eye is sensitive to. It turns out that pretty much every eye, in every organism in existence, is sensitive to approximately the same band of EM frequencies! Some insects can see farther into UV etc., but these changes in range are very tiny compared to the total part of the spectrum we're blind to. How come there is this extraordinary uniformity?

One theory, a very convincing one, is that the eye as an organ evolved when all organisms still lived underwater and had not yet crawled onto land. Water blocks out pretty much the entire EM spectrum (which is why you can't have RADAR under water) except for a tiny window between 400nm and 700nm. All eyes are sensitive in this range, because an organism would be fatally disadvantaged if it didn't evolve to see and compete. After they began moving onto land, there was no incentive for organisms to see any further than this range, because every other organism (competitor) saw only in this range!

The EM attenuation curve in water is amazing.

The attenuation curve drops 1000 orders of magnitude just around the visual range. Think about it, 1000 orders of magnitude! The range between a subatomic particle and the diameter of the visible universe is just around 40 orders of magnitude. Even if you measured the diameter of the visible universe in Planck lengths, you'd still be stretching at just around 60 orders of magnitude! There isn't much in this universe that changes that much, and even less where this change makes such a manifest impact, like be the cause of our ability to see.

One can very nicely motivate a creationist mindset by twisting cause and effect a little bit: How amazing it is that water's physical property has this incredible feature, that allows us to see! Surely, you can't explain away a 1000 orders of magnitude drop just around our visual range as chance - it sure feels like someone put it there, just so that we can see!

This reminded me of this Abstruse Goose comic, and yet again of the famous, iconic, beautiful Pale Blue Dot video. It is humbling, isn't it, that our window to the world rests precariously perched on one of the most stupefyingly rare features of a physical property of water?

Groucho Marx is said to have said, "Life is just the whim of several billion cells to be You for a while". A vanishingly temporary wisp of low entropy, man "appears as a somewhat ridiculous strutting animal, shouting and fussing during a brief interlude between infinite silences."

Right, we were talking about the Instagram story, and how it is is so amazing. [/condescending Wonka :P]


[1] I found most stuff about the eye in this very nice paper by Russell Fernald on the evolution of the Eye. That in turn I found when randomly browsing wikipedia and following the references in the Eye article.

[2] The keenly perceptive reader would have noticed that water's attenuation reaches the same low value as it does in the visual range at around 10^3 Hz and below. This corresponds to the long-wave radio range. Some underwater animals apparently exploit this, and use it for sensing! However, because of this extreme low frequency, the resolution is also low. Even large-sized objects cause huge diffraction distortions because the wavelength is several tens kilometers.

Shatavadhani Dr. R. Ganesh's Ashtavadhana at Vijaya College

[Edit 25 Sep 2:30 PM: Several very useful edits by Shreevatsa.]

I attended my first ever 'ashtAvadhAna' by the effulgently brilliant ShatAvadhAni Dr. R. Ganesh today (thanks Shreevatsa for the invite), and to say I was impressed would be the understatement of a lifetime [1] I learnt more in those few hours than I probably did in the past few months. Anything I might say to describe the experience would be a pale shadow of the real thing, so here is an attempt to reconstruct the event with some of the notes I managed to take.


There are 9 people on stage - the avadhAni (the person answering, the performer) and 8 pRcchakas (the questioners). The performer has a chat with each of the 8 questioners in series, for a total of 4 rounds (these numbers can vary in general, but the one yesterday had these). The performer has no paper or pen, and has to rely entirely on memory. The questioners yesterday had the following roles, and I've filled in details of what happened with each of them yesterday. Above all, this is a test of concentration because ALL 8 conversations are interwoven.

(The program was in a mix of Kannada and Sanskrit, with almost no English; I didn't remember exactly what they said at times, so I have glossed over them in English)

1. niṣedhākṣari ("Forbidden letters")

The questioner suggests a topic and a metre for the performer to compose a poem. He also prohibits the use of a certain opening letter. In each round with this questioner, the performer must compose one line of the poem (so 4 rounds would make a full verse). But there's a catch: every line must be composed interactively with the questioner, letter by letter, and at each letter, the questioner can prohibit the use of any letter of his choice for the next letter!

For example, suppose the questioner asked a verse on Gaṇeśa, in the śloka metre and the first letter prohibited was 'ga', in the hope that the performer couldn't start off with anything like 'gaṇeśa', 'gajAnana', 'gaapati', etc. Suppose the performer thought of the line 'śuklāmbaradharam viSNum' - he has to say -'śa' first. The questioner would immediately know he's onto this verse, and prohibit 'ka' next!

The example here uses a known verse - but in the avadhAna, the verse is being composed on the fly. This levels the playing field - the questioner doesn't know what the performer is thinking, and has to guess at the next possible letter to ban, while the performer can think of huge array of alternatives if he has the vocabulary. It is absolutely BRILLIANT in how it engages the questioner and the performer.

The questioner for niṣedhākṣari yesterday was Prof. Kannan, Sanskrit lecturer at National College, Jayanagar. The topic he gave was "What would happen if Modi became the PM of India?". The metre he prescribed was pramANikA which had the syllable form

short-long short-long short-long short-long for 4 lines [The 4 together is called pañca-cāmaram]

If you think about it, it's a very clever choice - the questioner knows that the next letter WILL be a short or long, so the number of possibilities is greatly reduced!

The first letter prohibited was 'pa' - presumably to prevent any opening like 'pradhAna mantri'. Here is how it transcribed: (SRG is Ganesh; Q is the questioner)

Q: Alright, let's start, 'pa' is banned
SRG: bha
Q: He's probably going to try a variant of 'bhavati'. va banned next!
SRG: Ah, you got me there. Let me try this: bha-jE
Q: He's going to use a form like 'bhaje-ham'. ha banned next.
SRG: Nope. bha-jE-ta
Q: This is the end of the word. No matter what I ban,  he can find another word. But I think 'modi' has to come somewhere, so I'll ban ma next.
SRG: bha-jE-ta na
Q: Is he trying narendra? ra banned
SRG: Good one.  bha-jE-ta na-ndi
Q: Something with milk? nandini? na banned next
SRG: Nope! bha-jE-ta na-ndi-tam
Q: Aargh. Ok, end of the word again. Have to shoot in the dark. Ok, 'ta' banned next
SRG: pa. bha-jE-ta na-ndi-tam pa
Q: He's definitely trying something like 'patha', path. 'tha' banned.
SRG: Come now, that is nothing. de.  bha-jE-ta na-ndi-tam pa-de

That finishes the first line!

[The performer then moves on to the other questioners for the rest of the 1st round. I'll collect each of the questioners here in serial order. Note that in doing so, I'm gliding over a very, very difficult part: the performer comes to the second line only after 40-50 minutes with the others. I couldn't even remember what I had WRITTEN DOWN, but he had to start perfectly right from memory.]

Q: Let me ban 'ra'. No reason, just a whim.
SRG: sva
Q: Likely going to be 'da'. da banned.
SRG: sva-bhU
Q: Surely he's trying 'bhUmi'. ma banned.
SRG: Ah good one. But I can get around that. dha. sva-bhU-dha
Q: Is he trying 'dhana'? na banned.
SRG: Got me again. But how about a va? sva-bhU-dha-va
Q: Aaargh. vasu? vasati? sa banned.
SRG: Not even close! ccha!  sva-bhU-dha-va-ccha
Q: This completely beats me. The only word that strikes me now after 'Cha' is 'Chala', cheating. la banned.
SRG: ("Enu swamy nammanu mosagaararendu nemisibittiri?") vi. sva-bhU-dha-va-ccha-vE
Q: The word ends there. Have to shoot in the dark. 'ma' banned.
SRG: pa. sva-bhU-dha-va-ccha-vEH pa
Q: pada? position? da banned
SRG: No! ra! sva-bhU-dha-va-ccha-viH param

That's the second line. Note how the metre is being perfectly adhered to, and how it's almost like a chase sequence out of Catch Me If You Can!

Q: Third line. Surely he has to use 'modi' SOMEWHERE! ma banned.
SRG: Tch tch, why? hi. hi
Q: Something like hita, I'm guessing. 'ta' banned.
(Brilliant quip by SRG: "Nodi sir, ivaru endU nanage 'hita' bayasolla")
SRG: hi-mA
Q: Talking about himalayas? something about siva? sa banned [I didn't get this, he could have banned la]
SRG: You can't stop a mountain! ga! hi-mA-ga
Q: End of the word. Maybe next is dharma? dha banned. [Didn't follow reasoning for this either]
SRG: va. hi-mA-ga-va
Q: ta banned. vatamsa something.
SRG: cchi [Made a nice joke about deriding the questioner].  hi-mA-ga-va-cchi
Q: Aaargh, the Cha again. Maybe it's a sandhi he's talking about shikhara. 'kha' banned.
SRG: Devaranne maretubittira sir? vam. hi-mA-ga-va-cchi-vam 
Q: End of word. Pure guess, 'sa' banned.
SRG: va. hi-mA-ga-va-cchi-vam-va
Q: vara? 'ra' banned.
SRG: het. hi-mA-ga-va-cchi-vam-va-het. 
End of third line!

It was very late by the time the 4th round came to this questioner, so he gracefully said he'd troubled the performer enough, and so in the interests of time he could compose the 4th line as he pleased.  SRG took less than a few seconds to compose the last line:


The full poem reads:

bha-jE-ta na-ndi-tam pa-de
sva-bhU-dha-va-ccha-viH param

At this point, I still wasn't sure how this was making sense, but he gave a brilliant explanation. "nanditam means 'one who is happy' - that's the same etymology behind 'modi', so it is a fair synonym. bhajeta nanditam pade endaru "modi pradhAna mantriya padaviyannu paDedare" endu.

'dhava' is "King" or "Lord". 'svabhU' is "our land". sva-bhU-dhava is "The ruler of our land". Chavi endare sundara. Andare, adu ati sundaravAgi iruvudu endu.

himAga is himAlaya (aga is mountain). vat - like. vahet - will carry. Himalayavu Shivannanu hotta haage Modiyavaru Shivavannu (oLLeyadannu) horuvaru. A second interpretation via [S] "Like the Himalayas he will protect us from invaders, harsh winters and is the fount of the rivers that are the lifelines of India"

'Shakuntala's son (Atmaja) is Bharata. "anvaya" is that which follows, in this case our country, Bhaarata.

Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant stuff!

There was an apocryphal anecdote about Nehru here: the ink hadn't yet dried on the Hindi-Chini bhai-bhai agreement when China attacked. Nehru tried a sheepish defence: "Not even a blade of grass grows there anyway". A senior bald person in his cabinet is quoted to have pointed to his bald head and said "Not a hair grows here either, would you allow it to be chopped off?" [It was mentioned this person was Sardar Patel, but that's historically impossible]  

2. samasyA-pUrti (Making sense of a 'bad' line by introducing context)

samasyA-pUrti is a classic round where one line is given to the performer, and  he must compose a poem with that line as the last one. This line is nonsensical, or contradicts a well known truth, or is not fit for recital in public (has dirty or vulgar references, say). The rule is, the line must be heard as the final line in the poem. The typical way to 'solve' it is to add a letter at the beginning so that the meaning changes (but the context must make sense, so the first 3 lines are used for that purposes); or to identify an alternative sandhi than the ones that are originally apparent.

Let me dive straight to what happened yesterday. The questioner posed this as the last line:
"stana doDDatanadalli shobhisuvudu" (crudely "The breasts are beautiful because they are big"). Now obviously this is not fit for a public performance! How can this be modified?!

He started off with a lovely joke, "noDi, namma uttara kannaDadalli doDDastana (local variant of doDDatana) shobhisutte, neevu stana doDDatanavannu shobisibittiri" [S]

Just like the last, in each round the performer gives one line. This keeps the audience on tenterhooks. The first line which he gave right away was:

anurAgavati geLati modala rAtriya baLika

("The curious friend, after the lady's first night with her beloved...")

(At least 40-50 mins till he speaks to the other participants)

mana bicci nuDiyutirpe Alige embaL
(asks her when she's in a good mood)

I'm amazed at how he's almost speaking in perfect verse effortlessly!

"binadi enE nallanu?" ella bageyinda

("Is your lover a fun guy? It looks like it, because...")

"hya-stana doDDatanadalli shobhisihudu"

(hya: yesterday; hyastana - something that happened yesterday; he split hyastanadoDDatana as hyastanada-oDDatana. oDDatana is coyness or roughness)

"Neenu nenne enAyitu endu heLalu oDDutana (shyness, roughness) torisuttiruvudarinda nanage haage annisuttide!"

"You're so coy about what happened yesterday, that tells a lot!"

Again, pure brilliance!

The questioner had a different but equally interesting solution, where he spoke about kri-stana doDDatanadalli shobhisihudu
 - how Christianity shines because of Christ's sacrifice. No sandhi magic,  so I am inclined to like SRG's better :-)

3. datta-pada ("Given word")

Here, the questioner specifies a topic and a metre. Then, he rules that in each line, a certain word must appear. This word can be anything, even something from another language! Yesterday, the topic was "In the Ramayana, what did Hanuman feel when he was just about to jump across the ocean?". The questioner did not specify a metre, so SRG chose mattebha-vikrIdita - and what a choice! It is a very rare, very difficult metre! The required words from the questioner blew me off. They were:

In the first line: Ape
2nd: Lemur
3nd: Monkey
4th: Gibbon

!!! These 4 must appear - or sound like they appear. Here are the lines he composed. Again, these had 40-50 mins gap between each line, so he had some time to think but he was answering other questions in the gap. That makes it even harder!

vibhu ramEpse vasanta maNgaladakam mAtanga kandAspadam

"The wish (IpsA) of the lord (vibhu, i.e. Rama) is like an auspicious spring, dignified, beautiful and playful as an kid elephant"

svabhavOddeshame swAmigAgali murOdhAryam tadIyam matam |

"Let it be the purpose (uddesham) of my life (sva-bhava) to serve him (swaamige aagaLi) - I should take on (dhAryam) a gigantic form (mura)" - thinking thus (tadIyam matam)

shubha sandEshavan Ivenendu nabhaman kIkhEshvaraM muTTutum

"I will bring him good news" - thinking thus, he grew skyward, touching the sun

prabhavippam migilAgi bandhura mahAkAyam nikAyOcitam  ||

"He took on (prabhavippam) the beautiful (bandhura) enormous (nikAya) form"

This poem is at the level of classical poetry! The construction, the metre, the alankaras - they can beat ANY classic, and yet this was composed on the fly in a very noisy and deliberately distracting environment!
4. citrakAvya - Constrained writing 

The questioner gives a topic and metre, and some constraint. Yesterday, the topic was 'saraswati', and metre was 'rathoddhata' and the constraint was 'gUdha chaturtha' - in this constraint, the performer has to first compose the LAST line of his verse and say it out aloud. Then, in the subsequent rounds, he has to compose the first 3 lines, in which the letters in the last line must appear sequentially.

SRG gave the last line in an instant:

shAradE rasika vAgvishAradE

The first line was:

sharadindu kamanIye

Oh you who are as beautiful as the post-monsoon season moon, 
lAsikA AsphAla camatkriye

Oh you whose movements are magical like that of a dancer,

AsaradaNte poreyamma sragviNI

Protect us, oh garlanded one, like a savior

shAradE rasika vAgvishAradE

Oh Sharada, one adept at speech

5. AshukAvya

In this round, the questioner gives a topic and the performer must compose a poem instantly in a metre that is "appropriate" to the topic.

Topic 1, The end of the rainy season

SRG's instant answer:

kAmana billekhaniyane

("With the rainbow pen...")

stOmam kondirpa mugila hALegaLol

("On the paper of the skies")

[Couldn't transcribe the next two lines]

(To the extent I remember, he compared the end of the rainy season to that of a poet writing the last verse of his epic, with the rainbow compared to his pen, the skies to his paper, the clouds to his inkpot and the earth to the subject of the epic.)

Topic 2: How should a husband balance his duties to his mother and his wife? How should his relationship with them be?

[Several brilliant jokes on how Ganesh is a brahmachari, and he seem adept at a lot of questions about married life; several anecdotes also related: from a Kailasam play, a character always calls his horrible, domineering wife "Dolly". A friend asks, what's so cute about her, why do you call her dolly. The chap says "Well, I say "cham" in my head every time" (chan-dali :D :D :D)]

He composed this poem in the sAngatya vritta - Brilliant choice! (sangati - companionship). Apparently this vritta has a lot of very interesting metrical and tala properties - it can be sung in any tala very nicely.

smara-rati bANagaLirpa chandassante

"Like a story involving Kama, Rati and Kama's arrows: i.e, Kama chooses when to fire his arrows to seduce Rati"


"Like the vritta which has smara, rati and bAna (i.e. sAngatya) - alternating attention, can go at any pace, etc."

merevudu maga mEN patiyu

"The role of both the husband and the child could be played perfectly"

doreyada hAge tAyige heNDatige

"If he slips away from both his mother and his wife"

[Not transcribed correctly]

Holy amazing self reference Batman!

Topic 3: On the feeling of a parent seeing his child take its first step

[Not transcribed correctly]

A nice poem comparing the feeling to how a guru would feel seeing his discipline complete his first avadhAnam!

Topic 4: What would Bali feel when he comes to visit the earth this Deepavali?

mitApi viSNunA pUrvam
"Even though it was measured by Vishnu"
amitA nu vasundharA
"The earth was still an infinite bearer of wealth"
hatA adya hatOsmi iti
"Oh, I am ruined! I am ruined!"
vairochaniH arochakaH
"The son of virochana will be desolate"

Then followed a BRILLIANT commentary on the Reddy brothers. His humour is incredible!

6. kāvya-vācanaIdentify the verse

(I could not transcribe the questions as they were too fast) 

This round has a lot of music fundaes, which went right above my head. The questioner sings a verse from ANY work, and the performer must compose a verse explaining the reference, context and include his opinion. 

Verse 1: prapancha-sriSti ... the seventh verse from the ardhanarIshvara stotra. 

The lines had alternating feminine and masculine genders, so it was mostly something on shiva and parvati, so it was somewhat straightforward. SRG immediately composed a reply in the same metre in the same style of language, sung it in the same raaga, and gave a very beautiful commentary on the concept and about Shankaracharya. 

Verse 2: murallIlAlola ... a lovely poem with lots of 'las' and concluded with a salutation to Ganga. 
SRG got this one too, it turns out to be from the Ganga Lahari from Panditaraja Jagannatha. Again beautiful reply verse, and a lot of quizzing trivia! It turns out Jagannatha was given great patronage by Dara Shikoh, the brother that Aurangzeb killed. He translated the Upanishads to Parsi, which was later translated into Latin, which Schopenhauer read and pretty much started a new wave of the Indology craze in Europe.

Verse 3: Something from the Mudrarakshasa, written by Vishakhadatta 

SRG answered this in a jiffy, and then made a wish list of films that he'd make if he had the money :D 
Also some lovely lines "apEkSeyilladavarige devaru kasave allave?". Astounding! 

Verse 4: A verse from Raghavanka's Harishchandra Kavya 

SRG GOT THIS TOO! HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW! He also related several anecdotes about Raghavanka, his life, EVERYTHING. He also told of a brilliant connection between the scene where Harishchandra's wife is begging the cemetary man not to throw away the corpse of her son ("bisuDadiru bisuDadiru...") and she can't get herself to call the corpse "It". She still calls it "Him", and cries that the child will be hurt if he falls down - and the last scene in King Lear where he is carrying Cordelia's corpse. 

[S] Nice anecdote: after RaghavAnka had composed his Harishchandra Kavya and showed it to his guru Harishvara, the guru slapped him for having composed a 'nara-stuti' instead of a 'hara-stuti', and RaghavAnka lost four of his teeth. In repentance, RaghavAnka composed works like SomanAthacharita, SiddharAmacharita etc., which are all nothing in comparison to Harishchandra Kavya, being sectarian and propaganda works rather than true poetry.

In all of these, SRG mentioned several gems a verse of [S] rAjashekhara's "nAstyacauraH kavijanaH nāstyacauro vaNigjanaH | sa nandati vinA vAcyam yo jAnAti nigUhitum" (There is no poet or tradesman who is not a thief; he who knows how to hide enjoys without blame) compare "The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources." attributed to Einstein; a verse from Jagannatha which ended "..vACam vipAko mama", which was about the difficulty a poet faced - many, many others 

7. aprastuta-sangati - Distractions 

In the middle of all this, there is a questioner who keeps asking the performer about random stuff, trying to make conversation and trying to distract him. The questions can be facile - there was one about Yeddyurappa and Shobha Karandlaje - or very deep, like a question between personal morality and public justice. The performer must answer these in good spirit, and must not lose his temper. This is also an opportunity for the performer to demonstrate his public speaking and conversational skills : and did SRG rock it! He answered the Shobha question beautifully - "Namage swayam-shobhe-ne saaku swamy" - ROFL! 

This questioner was easily the most voluble of the lot, and he did a good job.  This is easily the most difficult of the questioners' roles - the conversation has to be kept up, must be meaningful, funny and yet should distract the performer. 

8. Magic square

I consider this just another distraction, but a very tough one. The questioner had a 5x5 square, and his requirement is every row and column of which must sum to 975, a number announced on the spot. The performer is given no pen or paper, and must remember the square in his head. The questioner randomly interrupts and asks him stuff like "What is on the 3rd row 2nd column?" or inverse questions like "Does 202 appear in this square?". SRG, needless to say, cracked this with consummate ease. The most difficult part is to keep in the square in mind amidst all the action! 


This is a partial transcript from my notes, and I will update this as I remember more stuff / talk to people. Please do comment with any questions/suggestions, that will help me remember and order this better. 


1. The contents are themselves so vast and amazing that I don't even know where to begin commenting. A chat on any one topic itself could go on for hours! I've tried to be judicious in my commentary, but if there is any part that needs expanding, please do let me know and I will be glad to answer. 

2. One thing that gets elided over is the extraordinarily 'high' level of poetry and conversation. These poems are almost epic-class, and yet they are being spoken around like in normal conversation! For example, just knowing the metres and ragas itself is an achievement in normal times, while here you not only must know it, you should be able to compose in it, and play with it! 

3. I've separated out the threads, but they are fully interwoven during the performance and that adds an enormous systemic level of complexity. 

4. Please pardon and notify me of any transcription/kAguNita errors. I initially had plans of having this in Kannada, but lost enthu in the middle (that's why you see the 'za's - they are the 'sha's in ITRANS) Maybe I'll reformat when I have more time. Edited for easier readability, and with deference to the fact that these maybes most likely will never be. 


If I am to dare to give an analogy to how I felt after this: "To say I was impressed is like saying the lower bound of Graham's number is 6". And it's true, and what I can manage to say about it is as paltry as 6 compared to Graham's number! And the only reason it is finite is because SRG claims there are people more brilliant than him! 



The deepest, most soul-crushing of tragedies that can befall man are those from 'silly' causes. Something that works as a matter of routine for everyone so much that it's not even a thought that crosses your mind, but alas, a trivial random event so fully exposes the horrific fragility of being human.

Tragedies stemming from acts of God or 'great' events that feature in a long-arc narrative, or as identifiable to some deep cause, are relatively 'manageable'. It takes superhuman mental strength to deal with an event unique to you in impact, but is unclassifiable to most other people. The enormous guilt that comes with it, with a post-mortem of every decision that lead to it no matter how far away back in time or relevance, no matter how deceiving the clarity of hindsight; the constant reminder of what could have been; the constant self-flagellation, ... I shudder at the thought.

A short history of lyrical eloquence in modern Kannada music

Inspired by A short history of modern African-american music[Image]

Shanubhogara MagaLu - K.S.Narasimhaswamy, 1942

An extraordinarily perceptive, sympathetic and gently humorous description of the joys, unsaid wishes, constraints, little white lies and wisdom of lovable characters in a harsh social mileu.


Amma Loosa - V. Nagendra Prasad, 2011

"Pappa pyaanv..bum bum bumbum...Amma loosa? Appa loosa? ... Baa baa black sheep ..."


I debated for a long time whether to choose Shanubhogara MagaLu or Rayaru Bandaru for the gold standard. While the latter is much lighter, the lyrics are no less brilliant.

The nadir also had stiff competition: I had been intending to write this post for years now, and the prize contender till this clear champion came along was the hitherto apodictic Taliban Alla Alla.

A parable

"It is a tragedy that our youngsters are deserting scientific and technical fields and rushing headlong towards more lucrative careers in management. Why? Don't our youngsters have any passion towards technology? Why?"

I'll tell you why, cupcake.


We zoom in to the haggard engineer in an MNC, as usual completely disillusioned in life about his job. Though his salary isn't anything remarkable, he's paid far more than the value he thinks he is adding and so has the consequent guilt complex built on everything from him feeling underused, to feeling like he's cheating someone, to a sinking feeling of becoming more and more worthless and chained to his present sinecure every passing day. It's also been two days since he took a bath, because the commute every day to the industrial ghetto at the other end of the city is so fucking long that all life is sucked out of him by the time he's back.

He's listening to his auntie or mom - always an elderly female authority figure in all versions - going on about her neighbour's boy, who went to IIM, getting married. The engineer, of course, is not married even after about 400 'unofficial' attempts by himself and about 3 and counting official ones by his parents (the latest one turned him down because he didn't give a concrete enough reason for not going to/staying in the US, and the one before that because his company hadn't given him a laptop; the piteous checking of company email on weekends on his desktop, over a VPN on a net connection he paid for, obviously meant that the company did not believe him to be executive material).

The auntie continues - The IIM chap is "well-settled" in Singapore, Hong Kong, London, New York or some such world center of trade, and earning about 5 lakhs per month - note, it is always helpfully presented in INR per month. The wifey is earning an appropriately smaller but still respectable 3 lakhs per month, usually (actually, preferably. "these days the woRRRld is so flat no?") in a different world center of trade.

Cut to flashback scene where the Engineer had actually Facebook-stalked the IIM chap many days before the auntie's narration. Fish eye to show we're in the engineer's memories. The marriage is one perfectly made for Facebook, and all manner of ABCD and DCBA cousins carrying DSLRs ensure there are 3000 high-quality pics of every ritual. Each album and Charcoal-filter photoshopped picture receives an appropriate number of 300 Likes and 250 comments, most of them (rather accurately, to the Engineer's dismay) say 'oh u 2 r so cuuuuteeeee!!!!'. Just clicking on the commenters' profiles provides more opportunities for bird-watching than what an entire month of his regular life does.

He remembers their marriage web page - it had a cool AJAX form for the RSVP that didn't work with his 750 a month BSNL connection, and it didn't automatically start playing corny music like the other marriage pages did. There was even a live Twitter feed by an uncle of the bride who is a web 2.0 evangelist. His uncles, in contrast, did little more at marriages than complain about the ever-declining quality of the nadaswaram. He remembers making a mental note to expect a joint blogging 'experiment' to begin anytime, starting with an oh-so-hilarious attempt at making chocolate cake (with pictures), which will have 120 Likes; next of course would be the intolerably poignant notes from their eco-friendly honeymoon to the Seychelles, where the wifey would be impressed by what a softie the hubby is when he gives a dime to a beggar boy, and ...

Fish eye view slides to another memory that is involuntarily and inevitably linked, that of the Engineer once again nervously refreshing his OkCupid Quiver Matches list, and deciding against all reason to go ahead to write to the lady(?) with the face-only profile shot in spite of that most fatal of portents: "Body type: Curvy". Fish eye disrupted by Engineer's natural reluctance to dwell on extreme self-humiliation,and we pop back two layers to the world where the auntie is finishing her story with great elan.

Both the bride and the groom are around 26-27, and judging by their career growth so far, are all set to jointly start the next biggest Africa philanthropy foundation in 20 years. The biggest worry plaguing the young family right now though, is that the boy has bought a 2000 sqft house in Singapore, girl has bought a 1800 sqft one in Hong Kong, how to manage?

The auntie then leaves. The Engineer then thinks back to his fate - that salary he draws looks very measly now. Also, it's made up of about 3.6 bazillion allowances of which he claims only 2 - who the fuck cares to keep their petrol bunk receipts or commute bus tickets or telephone bill (non-internet only) component receipt? His company tells him it's all to save tax, but he suspects it's a regular CTC-whore tactic to fuck him out of his allowances and essentially pay him only his Basic, which by the way is below the Nation's taxable limit, praise the DTC.

He once again imagines the shitty, smelly lab he has to go to every morning, and all the beakers he has to wash because his boss believes that doing low-quality work builds character. The wedding invitation from a few days ago is still at his desk, and the paper used is of a gauge that even his highest degree's certificate can't match. The Engineer in a fit of impotent rage then takes the acetylene cylinder lying there, and turns the knob anti-clockwise. It tightens. Arrggh you won't even let me die in peace you bitch. He turns it clockwise.

The end.


Golden days

Whenever I whine about how awesome the olden days were and how dull and boring and debauched the present is, one or the other righteous smart-ass starts spouting statistics about technology, healthcare, social freedom and whatnot.

Here is the ultimate rebuttal to such hokum, and why the 70s were awesome:

A few days before the elections, on a Sunday, Jagjivan Ram addressed an Opposition rally at the famous Ram Lila Grounds in Delhi. The national broadcaster Doordarshan allegedly attempted to stop crowds from participating in the demonstration by telecasting the blockbuster movie Bobby. The rally still drew large crowds, and a newspaper headline the next day ran "Babu beats Bobby"

Yes that's right, bitches. When nuances of National Politics involve strategically timing the broadcast of Bobby, that's when you're talking Golden Days.

2010 in out-of-context quotes from various correspondence

Inspired by the Master's version.


"..To ruin Heaven for a person, all you need to do is put two doors at the gate. He'll spend an eternity wondering what would have happened if he'd picked the other door."

"Junta, I landed in Bang yesterday. Chustunnadi gaganamu-ninda egire jhanda rammantu, veestunnadi deshapu gaali jhanda uncha anamantu so only nijam telusuko-ing and rnam teerchuko-ing from now. When do we meet?"


"Meanwhile, in other news, all is lost. I have been shamed so spectacularly by the bird in question that the only honourable recourses left to me are to either commit ritual Seppuku or quickly change companies by night. The first option seemed easier, but alas, my blade consignment was caught up with the customs. Therefore, I am desperately looking for jobs."

"It's already at the # Postdocs = # Grad students singularity, and it's an inch away from an irreversible collapse from there to a black hole of dummy papers."

"...Microsoft Cocksucking Office Motherfucking Comminicator man. Who would think that that fucking piece of shit would have a 'Block' feature? Which son a bitch frustrated sadist bastard software engineer choot remembered to put in a 'Block' feature in fucking Office Communicator? I will narrate the gory story over some brandy."


"..I have some hopes on this, judging at least by a new index I've created: the Company Marital Transform Index. A huge number of people have gotten married right after they got into X, and that can only be because of two reasons: accessible hot max babedom or complete satisfaction in life leading to such ghastly imp-of-the-perverse measures."

"I'm thoroughly enjoying the comforts of home, and even though it's painful to listen to the regular crescendo of "Whaaaaaaaaaaat? You left a STANFORD PEEE HETCHH DEEEE to come back to Bangalore?!!!!!!", life is going well."


"..aaha.. ishtondu prashamse salladu saar! idella odi, higgi kobbi mattebbi, naaLe officealli area figure Santaanalakshmina pataaysoNa anta shuddha-sphatika-sankaasha-sirigannaDadalli romaanchaka romantic dialogue baarisdaaga, avaLa boyfriend GuLi Ramesha nanna kai kaalagasbitre eneno kansitkondiro naanu ellappa hOgli?"

Intense sadness.


"I spend half my time inventing bad analogies about it (my latest: "They fully believe in the philosophy of dumping fresh recruits at the deep end of the pool and seeing who makes it. [pause] But only, there's no water [longer pause] and the alligators are hungry"); the next half I spend putting out fires he lights with his effulgent incompetence; the third half I spend trying to forget all I've learnt, turning myself into a randroid, and fellating the biggest swinging dicks in Finance in the hope of making heap-big-heap of money; In the remaining quarter, I wonder what happened to my quant skills."


"Esteemed sirs, I beg you to kindly bear my pettifogging. I have an all-important, make-or-break, life-or-death ppt today at 3, where the hounds will decide if I must be torn down instantly and fed to the Water team, or if I may be granted my liberty and the honour of their free, PAR-evading patronage till the next fake ppt. My survival entirely depends on your (planted) questions and my perfect answers to those gems of inquisition, those marvellous manifestations of the spirit of inquiry."

"I've realized that the most scarce component in our lives these days is closure. Closure from anything! It is such a comfort to wrap up and categorize an event in the showcase of memory, but such luxury is very rare."


"I am told that if all goes well and things move fast, I can expect a decision by early 2018"


"The sweetest deal I could imagine: great research, lots of freedom, great money, fantastic work-life balance"
"Easily one of the very worst professional experiences in my life, even counting getting a no-dues certificate from CCW"

"Sir, with respect, I still can't get myself to stop mentally cringing at the idea of asking my lady love, an angel of kindness with whom I'd crave to spend many a vulnerable moment, a manifest perfection of the highest ideals I am capable of thinking, an impossibly superior being who is infinitely forgiving, what she thinks of the popular metric that a well-formed female's nipples align with her earlobes. Offering my expert services to check is absolutely off the table. "


"...and so far the only difference seems to be that there are some rumours that some people have heard others say that they have read somewhere that a few have felt that they detected faint hints that perhaps work may be going on someplace. Hope springs eternal."


"..doubtless this esteemed vocation of practicing my signature every day has been entrusted to me to ensure that when I'm a high flying executive on my way out of my penthouse after clinching the deal, the nubile young women from the fawning crowds should not be inconvenienced for too long when they offer their buxom bosoms for an autograph."

"I am also beginning to tire of this tirade of "this is an important lesson in life" that I tell myself. I'm done with the fucking lessons already, give me some peace! All these lessons seem so profoundly pyrrhic and I've had enough with depth."


"..Sach keh raha hai tu Rajju..asal me hum dono ki kismat gadhe ke ling se likhi gayi hai saaLi.."


"We hear a lot of talk of 'compatibility', and certainly economic-, social-status-, materialism level- compatibility are important; but most important is a compatibility of self-doubt levels. "

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