AVIT - Class of 2K4!

It has been a while and my sullenness kept visitors at the bay! not anymore after the trumpeting reunion with a league of 2K4 class of current days' one of the most prestigious engineering colleges in TN (...just beacuse of the alumni, though). Not that we triumphed with joy all the moments at the college but because we did not lose any moments that prompted for celebration either, the days are yet fresh in our memories. Today we discussed lot of behind the curtain news, and those who participated will certainly recall the moments for at least one more time. We chatted about the diverged fields each of us is today entertained in. Few are singles and many are already inmates!

As promised the day will not end without opening an alumni page for the class of 2K4 on Facebook and here is the needed AVIT - Class of 2K4 .

Many thanks to Babu for taking the needed extra efforts in mid of hot the Summer, after travelling from the cool far west and to let the reunion realize in our lovely Bengaluru city. Vijay Kumar Raju's hospitality is an extreme pleasure to have. Responsibility and Naresh are synonymous while Sangi as we fondly call him yet proves again with his humor and cuddling nature that, change is not always the anticipatable.

  Ravi was much missed but he was helpless either. Aditya, Rama Swamy, Chary, Vijay Verma, Naveen Naidu, Praveen Kumar, Nagendra Prasad, Amit, Sreedhar, Sharma, Prakash Reddy, Narasimha Reddy, Parameshwara Reddy, Rama Kanth Reddy, Ujwal Reddy, Kranthi Kumar Reddy, Sidharth Reddy, Yelamanchili Kalyan, Kola Siva Prasad, Sameer, Badrinath, Arun, Charan and many more in an endless list just barged into our discussions despite their absence. Thanks for the intrusion and keeping our chatter alive. Many more of possible reunions are extremely desired and let us see what AVIT - Class of 2K4 can further do. Anticipating participations for best of our reunion interests,

Urs Fondly,

Pradeep.

How the innocent Pak Squad was deceived by Indian hosts!!! Deceptive WC-menu 2011 :P

Well Afridi feels that, that the Indian counter parts are not as open-hearted as their squadron! May be he drew the inferences from what someone like Paracha from the same Dawn News said in his words as "This is an outrage. How can we be so quiet about losing to India? We should thoroughly investigate the debacle. We shouldn’t have lost that game–simply because we are meat eaters!
Thus, my first objection is based on certain disturbing but confirmed reports: The Pakistan team was served only vegetables during its stay in Mohali. That’s why Umar Gul looked disoriented, Mishbah was so slow and Afridi delayed taking the power play. And anyway, what good is power play to a vegetarian, no?
Reports coming from Mohali also state that the night before the game, Afridi and the boys were lured by certain Hindus posing as Muslims into going to a restaurant that only served vegetable thali. Can you imagine, our meat eating boys having veg thalis?
That’s why God did not listen to the prayers of 18 trillion meaty Pakistanis. Our current team should learn from great Pakistani players of yore, like Inzimamul Haq, Saeed Anwar and Mohammad Yusuf, who are these days running a successful chain of meat stores. They know where their roots lie: In the land of fat, male camels.
Even more disturbing were reports about the players’ discipline. Famous cricket-jihadist and journalist, Sangsar, told me that he found a dozen or so carrots in the mini-fridge in Afridi’s hotel room, while Umar Gul and Misbah were seen carrying a kaddu (pumpkin) in the hotel’s lobby. When Sangsar spotted them, they claimed that the pumpkin was actually a lamb which they, along with Wahab Riaz, were planning to eat, absolutely raw. But Sangsar is no fool. He knew the players were still high on the thali.
Devastated by the sight, Sangsar began to weep and told them that they were worse than Raymond Davis who at least ate meat. He also contacted the team’s manager, Waqar Yunus, who at the time was having a swim in the hotel’s not surprisingly eggplant shaped swimming pool.
‘Sir, your team has converted,’ Sangsar told him. ‘They are having vegetables! How can you expect them to play like manly Muslims tomorrow? How can you expect God to listen to the 18 zillion meaty Pakistanis when their cricket team is chewing bhindi and kaddu and mooli?’
Waqar tried to cool Sangsar down by telling him that these were just rumours and that the boys were sticking to their diet of total meat and in fact, the team had been travelling with its own stock of goats, cows and chicken. When Sangsar said that he’d seen some players chewing carrots and watching Indian films in their hotel rooms, Waqar calmed him down again by saying that the boys were only trying to understand the mindset of the Indian players, that’s all.
Convinced, Sangsar pleaded that the future of Kashmir, Afghanistan, Palestine, Bosnia, Sudan, Somalia, Libya, Bahrain and the Vatican were riding on the shoulders of a Pakistani victory. To this, Waqar said he would try his best and then ordered a chicken tikka for Sangsar. But Sangsar refused, saying he can’t have a tikka prepared by a non-Muslim. ‘Don’t worry,’ Waqar replied, ‘the tikka is from the team’s own stock of poultry. It is a doosra kind of tikka, prepared by our very own Saeed Ajmal.’
Swayed by Waqar’s assurances, Sangsar said that he hoped the Pakistan team after it won against India and then the world cup, would not celebrate victory by throwing carrots, potatoes and eggplants at each another, to which Waqar said: ‘Of course, not! We plan to do a victory lap of the stadium riding camels and fire AK-47s in the air. Then, God willing, we will conquer Delhi!’
Happy and content with what Waqar told him, Sangsar went back to his room. But, of course, Pakistan lost. They played like vegetarians! Even Gambhir, who usually looks as being lacking calcium, showed more teeth in his batting than the Pakistanis; whereas Ashish Nehra, who seems to be always suffering from iron deficiency, bowled faster than Umar Gul.Devastated and heart-broken, Sangsar appeared on his TV channel and angrily asked the 18 gazillion meaty Pakistanis to go out and save their country’s honour by boycotting Indian films, TV soaps and, of course, by burning down Karachi’s famous vegetable market, the Sabzi Mandi. Alas, we still have some honour left in us."

As of now and may be only for now, dumped  from http://www.dawn.com/2011/04/10/smokers-corner-wheres-the-beef.html, amidst local clutter of incidences creating mind-absence :P

The Universe - Beta Model

Pradeep’s Theory of Certainty

Probably one of the thoroughly follwed thought experiments is ‘throwing a ball into the air’. The experiment then taught laws of motion. Throw a ball with initial velocity, u or think of that.  We introduce concepts of acceleration, force eventually. The motion of ball is almost accurately predictable involving in the parameters like gravity. To make the outcome more precise, one may include in the equation, the second order effects like air drag. At some highest order of complexity in the model one should predict the whole details.

Likewise the story of conservation of momentum when balls collide follows the argument. So is the story for every physical process and the moral being, “at some highest order of complexity in the model one predicts the whole details”. Hence there is a specific model for the universe also. The first collision in the universe happened and one may name it “Big bang” or whatever. It has its own model, equally certain to give the details of all subsequent outcomes to the fullest degree (to be defined in the need of context).

For the ease of understanding the model some type of collisions may be called chemical and some as physics based, of course biological too. But in the perspective of universe all are just certain futuristic outcomes on time axis. So why should biological collisions be an exception from the model?!!!!!!!!!! No reason. They are just a form of conception for ease of study. So what happens is already defined. In essence there is nothing uncertain about what happens. It just has to happen. No alternatives. There is no reason why humans and human systems are exceptions for the model. Whatever is the output prediction at a given stage of the cascaded events, will certainly happen. Everything that is witnessed or not has always been an ardently obeyed instance of the model… for now, “Universe – Beta Model”. There are no ifs and no buts. The term probability is an absolute nonsense in the picture unless a lower degree model is considered and yet a lower degree model substitutes the requirement of coinage of the word probability by predicting the behavior of certain level of entropy depending on the degree of the model.

No proof or argument can disprove the model. If something is attempted that still is an outcome of the model itself. This beta version at this instance stumbles only if the concept of ‘God’ is brought into the picture. I strongly encourage anyone attempting to contradict the model to use the lead. The beta model then cannot answer if man is God’s creativity or if God is man’s creativity!!!!!!!

My Logical Review for the Logic based Movie, Orange!

Last week my friend asked me to join him for the movie Orange and I couldn’t because of my schedule. Sorry my dear friend and Mr. Naga Babu. I am sorry for this gentleman for I have watched the movie, without patronizing my telugu film through the proper channel (let us contain the secret).

The movie is a stress buster (if not for what I’ll tell you later) with good music and glazy quality which is one of the parameters I adore giving weight to, in rating a movie. After reverberating success of Magadheera, Ram Charan should certainly be praised for trying a contemporary genre, well divergent from the blockbuster and proving him in that.

Thanks Genillia for standing on my side. The last time I argued with my friends during the movie Bommarillu, that she is a fantastic example for what is called over-acting, I was firmly rebuked. This time she stood strongly for my point in her own effortless way. Funny though!

I somehow didn’t digest what is tried to be conveyed by this director neither in Bommarillu nor in this movie. Now, the concept certainly generated enough heat for debates and also I have seen few of my very logical friends (or at least as they claim) supporting the concept strongly on facebook and wheresoever and taunting me to write this piece.

The protagonist tries to ascertain that no matter how true be your love is, it sustains for a finite time. Forgive me if you think that is not the area of my expertise to involve in a debate. But if you want to be surprised “it is!” and so is it for anyone of us. The love I know is from the way I love my parents, my brother, my sister and my relatives and last but not least my friends no matter what may happen in the course of time. If love that is shown in all movies as chemistry between hero and heroine is much comparable to my love as it is strong enough to bias your mind making the partner a family member, then I wonder how you could still say that it sustains for finite time only.

Over years I see that my love is the same as it was and I miss my loves no matter how many days I am away from them. I see the same love in their eyes when I return to them. So why not the love they call as love between the two pakodees, doesn’t sustain infinitely unless it has darker fundamental motives than projected on face?! My say is if it doesn’t stay it is not love by any logical definition. I reserve from naming that otherwise. Somebody stop me now , I am breathing fast with tightened fist to deliver a punch right on his nose so that he bleeds for a finite amount of time and I regain my cool lost in the patience spent to watch until the even clumsier climax.        

The climax is a solution based on finite increment-quasi continuous scheme to prolong the love to the eternity! My hair follicle!!! (Forgive my expression; I can’t be cruder than this!) But still go and watch the movie for those two paragraphs on the top, if you haven’t yet! Hence is the rating 2paras/6paras i.e., 1/3J!!!

I realise it is 40 with spaces and 37 without...

The letters in my name!!!

The Land of Ecstasy!

Reading the title, they who know me would definitely presume that I am talking about Guntur. This time rather in a pursuit to seamlessly escape their difference, maybe I should use some proven literary lemma to define what in fact, ‘the land of ecstasy’ could mean to me than describing Guntur. ‘Creating life on the Moon’℗ or a wonderland of Lewis Carroll are as you know, way too far for my senses of imagination (at least for this moment).

Yet I have been giving my best shot while enjoying the beautiful colours of the Fall at Nashville, imagining how the life of ‘next-gen’ children can be with animated books, of course quite possible through gizmos like iPads and schools turning into iGloos while professors finding the ease through these new teaching aids. If you like the conception I have a whole narration once done in a rather ambiguous situation, but that saga justifies for the title ‘land of sophistication’ or ‘land of fantasy’ as described by Rowling.

My naïve imagination also proved useful sometimes to stay away from dormancy during a somber lecture. The imagination in this case was the gloomy professor ‘in bikini at the beach’™. The thought did the required magic from the humour it generated. Yes, I am talking this now. On the contrary, I also sleep for imaginations in dreams.

Sleeping few hours more than prescribed is a quirk of mine and bringing that point here is what I feel is a nostalgic recollection even to few others who were associated with me and found it almost unendurable to break my impeccable sleep. Not killing the brevity in presenting the idiosyncratic nature of them, an instance is ‘how much light can possibly be stored in a steel container’. I was fascinated that morning learning that light has particle nature too. Though the dream was an unrealistic lab platform it supported an argument I could evidently not do consciously, of course not even with you. Yet nothing is so ecstatic about the sleep.

Appa, I always postponed expressing it to you, how magnanimous you were to me, believing that by tomorrow I would do that better by being a better me. I did not know then that I would wake up that 'tomorrow' to learn that I would lose the opportunity for this life! I ask God, better me now, to fulfill my expression through You! Now I sign-off to sleep for the ecstasy from the belief that I could still fulfill the expression in your presence, my pater at my land of ecstasy, the land of my recreated opportunity. So I do long for more hours of sleep for the rendezvous. I shall keep in touch as always as I did, as always as you said.