Tuesday, February 2, 2010

The Moment of Inertia (Pennukanal part-2)

“Now, here’s a very interesting question.”

“Yes Ram”

“The earth rotates around its axis”


“And it rotates from west to east.”

“What’s your question?”

“I’m coming to it. Now imagine, all people on earth start walking from west to east”


“Here’s the question, listen very carefully. If this goes on for a while - that is, if these people keep walking across the earth as I said, long enough, eventually, will the earth slow down, and soon, will it start rotating in the opposite direction?”

“Why would that be? I didn’t understand.”

“ Newton’s second law of motion, every action has an equivalent and opposite reaction”

“I thought that was the third law.”

“Yeah may be, but that’s the law”

“Okay so?”

“You don’t understand. See, when you walk forward you exert a certain amount of force on the earth in the reverse direction”


“So? This force will have the effect of slowing down the earth’s rotation”


“I hope you are getting me, this force, like any other force will have to cause deceleration. Now, this effect may not be much initially, but if there are enough people waking and they walk for enough time, I am postulating that there would have to be a perceivable deceleration in the earth’s speed of rotation.”

“Interesting, that does make some sense”

“It makes a lot of sense, and what I think is, if this goes on for long enough, the earth will one day stop rotating, and then one day, it will start rotating from east to west.”

“Let me think…but… see there are oceans in the middle, people won’t be able to walk all the way”

“Okay, imagine there are no oceans, it’s all land”

“Oh okay, no oceans…but still…”


“Well, but after a while, won’t all these people want to go back home?”

“Okay, imagine, nobody has homes, they are all homeless people who do nothing but walk from west to east”

“Let me think…”

“Yeah, sure, it will become clear to you once you think”

“No, it can’t be…”

“What? What do you mean? What cannot be?”

“I feel there is something fundamentally wrong with your whole argument, can’t quite place it though”

“Oh come on, imagine there is a log floating on water and you are walking on it, it is the same principle”

“But that’s different”

“How the hell is that different?? Or ok, think of walking on a moving train, in the direction of the train’s movement”

“Does it affect the speed of the train?”

“Of course it would, but it will have to be an endless train, otherwise the effect would cancel out when you reach the end of the train and hit its wall”

“Endless train… never thought of it”

“Yea, I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. As another example, imagine there is a ball fixed on an axis on which it’s free to rotate, imagine a few ants walking across over it”

“Will it rotate?”

“Yes, it should, if there are enough ants and they keep at it long and hard enough…theoretically… but the ants were difficult to control”


“Hmm….but Ram… you see when you walk, you exert a force against friction”

“Yes, so?”

“So, there is already a force acting against you, the force you exert acts against that. So they should cancel each other out, shouldn’t they?”

“I didn’t get that, please explain that to me”

“I mean Ram, the net force you exert against the earth is zero”

“Ok, but there is a net force you exert in the forward direction, else you won’t move forward, would you?”

“Yes I see your point, but you need to also consider the dynamics involved in the walking process, the backward thrust happens when you launch your foot in the walking action, and this effect is reversed when you land your other foot.”

“Okay then, assume the take off thrust is always more than the landing thrust, so that there is a net force in the forward direction all the time”

“But then that means you will have to keep accelerating…your velocity will always be on the rise”

“Yes, so?”

“No, I was just thinking, if you take into consideration the moment of inertia and angular momentum of the entire system…”

“Now why do you need to bring moment of inertia into this?”

“We’re talking about a rotating body, we have to bring in moment of inertia”

“Okay whatever, go on”

“See according to the law of conservation of momentum, the total momentum of the system should remain constant”


“Well, so when you apply that to a rotating system, the total angular momentum should remain constant. It’s like there is no energy coming into the system, no energy going out, so the total energy has to be constant”

“But what about the energy from the sun? There is always energy coming into the system from the sun”

“Okay ignore the Sun”

“What? Ignore the Sun??”

“Come on, we don’t have oceans now, do we? Now stretch that a bit, let’s take the sun out of the system”


“So, we are talking about a rotating system, parts of which are rotating with a greater angular velocity than the rest.”

“I didn’t understand.”

“Okay, imagine the earth to be made of multiple spherical shells, each capable of rotating independently of the others. If you consider this, the layer of people who are running from west to east is one such shell which can be seen to be rotating independently from the shells beneath it.”


“This exterior most layer of people is constantly accelerating as you said earlier, but it does so at the expense of all the layers beneath it. So, if you just look at the system of shells except the exterior-most one of the running people, yes, it does slow down, but you have to bear in mind that this is compensated by a corresponding increase in the angular velocity of the exterior shell. The total angular momentum of the entire system remains constant.”


“So, the earth may slow down and even stop and then rotate in reverse direction, but the people who are running from west to east will end up running with much greater angular momentum than the earth ever had to rotate with. And if they ever stop, it will be like hitting the end of your endless train; the earth will start rotating in the usual direction again”

She looked at Ram, with an expression that bordered on mild contempt. Ram looked back, his eyes betraying the strain within his brain. Little unwelcome beads of perspiration surfaced on his brow. He felt a strange kind of fear gripping him, he looked above, as if he were about to be attacked by monstrous rotating globes from outer space. A sudden urge to run away from the living room took over him.

“Which way is the bathroom?”, he finally asked.


“How’d it go Ram? Did you like her?” His father asked

“I’m not sure…I need to think..”

“What? was the wavelength not alright??“

“No…no… the wavelength and all seemed good…pretty…very good…”

“God, at last!” Gasped his mother


“Then what?”

“I need to think…” said Ram, still looking puzzled.


Saturday, October 10, 2009


My chest is strangled by an unknown pain,
My shoulders wilt under a wrenching strain
My horses tremble like desolate deers,
Amidst a rising mist of fear

At a distance stand the enemy’s line,
With rabid tongues, bloody eyes,
Rage in their growling spiteful breaths,
Stoke tempest, in an arc of death

The circle of death that none could vanquish,
Save son of Kunti, and the Lord himself,
Usurp I may, but I may not assume,
That this be not my certain doom

The greatest warriors on this earth
Stand in front of my forlorn path
What with the naivety of my youth,
To save the king from the enemy’s wrath?

Have I seen my folly too late?
Now a mere gambit of fate
I've come unwitting to my final place.
Vasudeva, is this thy final grace?


"Oh son of Arjuna, fear not to act,
Let not delusions of fear distract,
Sure, your course is strewn with peril,
But look through it, for the end tranquil"

"Your enemy is sin, not mortal men -
Misguided worldly impediments,
Who wish in vain to hold your way,
And change the fated end of this day."

"Let not your senses weaken your soul,
Let your actions be your goal,
Life lived in righteous duty is worth
A thousand lives in fear of death"

"For you were here before you were born,
And be you will, long aft you are gone,
The circle of life won’t cease to be,
You do not perish but be one with me"

"That’s my grace and that’s my word,
That’s the only way of this world,
So, wipe thy brow and lift thy bow,
The earth stands waiting; and the skies above"


My mind is still now, my vision is clear,
My senses alive, they know no fear
A wave of vigor now bursts through my frame,
And fills my sinews with force anew

Mother. I thank thee, do give me leave,
Father, be with me, I must be brave
Uncles, have trust, I will succeed,
Lord forgive, I doubted thy creed

Warm rays of the sun and wind caress,
The stubborn stir of my chariot wheels
I hear war trumpets welcoming me
The gates of heaven are beckoning me


Monday, September 14, 2009

The circle of life

Through summer, winter and the rains
The earth has come full circle again
Through mighty storms and savage seas
You’ve seen far lands and war and peace
Your bodies are jaded, and your eyes beg of sleep
Not that I miss the sparkle that they keep
Here, let's toast to our journeys and take some rest
And wait to watch the reddening west
Let’s meet here, set sails at day break
For tomorrow, we have another voyage to make

Saturday, September 12, 2009


वोह गलियाँ जाने पहचाने से थे,
और वोह दर्द जानी पहचानी सी,
दस्तक देता रहा फिर भी,
हाँ वोह खामोशी भी पहचानी सी थी...

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Third Rule

Kevin was still nervous, and his foot trembled a bit as he hit the accelerator, merging the Roadster into the heavy I-95 traffic. He looked up at the afternoon sky through his sunglasses. One of the green sign boards above said “Miami 1000 miles”. “I should be home by daybreak” he thought to himself. Meanwhile, Randolph pushed back the plush seat of the convertible, humming along to the radio, soon breaking into a throaty “Somebody help me…”. "He sings well for a thug", Kevin thought, his tension slipping away slowly.

“Do you think the convertible was a good idea?” He asked to Randolph at length.

“Ha-ha, kid, I knew you’d ask, don’t worry, that’s the last thing they’d imagine you running on. They won’t even look at you.”

“But, isn’t it a bit too smart? What if they look?” he asked hiding his discomfort at being addressed a kid.

“You lift your glasses, look back at them, and give ‘em the wink”

“Hmm, I hope we don’t get that far” Kevin responded, passing his hand over his bald head.

“Did a neat job dint I?” Randolph asked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I only hope it grows back.”

“Hahaaaaa, don’t you worry kid, it will” Randolph managed to say through a guffaw and patted Kevin’s head.

“But, won’t they figure out that we changed cars?” Kevin asked, still not willing to be convinced.

“Sure as hell they would, but by that time, they’d have spent a day in the woods chasing your ass, and you’d be cooling your heels in the Bahamas”

“Which woods? Where?? Why???”

“That’s where your blood puddles would lead them to”

“My blood puddles??”

“Ha-ha, kid, I’ve been in this business too long”

“You mean, from my truck? What woods?? Was there woods in that area??” Kevin asked incredulously.

“Yeah, and a lake too, I bet they have twenty divers in there now”

“Smooth man!!”

“Yeah, and elegant”

“Now what? What’s the plan now?”

“We head straight for Miami, then you sail your away to the islands, and I go back home
and put my grandson to bed, oh no, I guess it’s too late for that now…” he said glancing at his watch.

“Wow, finally a vacation…"

"So Randy, you do this full time?”

“Yeah sort of, looking at the rate you fellas get yourself into shit, it’s fast becoming a full time job”

“Ha-ha, and you like doing it, don’t you?”

“Yeah, hell I do, it’s sort of my calling, you know”

“You’ve being doing this since when?”

“As long as I can remember” Randolph said, stretching his arms behind him.

“Really? When did you make your first fix? Do you remember?”

“Well, that’s really long back. I was a small boy then”.

“Wow, tell me more about it man”

“You know those doors that have a little lever thingy that you can use to lock from inside?”


“I mean not just from inside, you can lock yourself out too, but you can’t get in after you do that”

“O yeah, have done that myself once”

“Well I did it too when I was young, and no one was inside”

“And what did you do?”

“Well, first of all, I panicked”


“And second of all, I thought, what the hell I do now”

“Naturally, I can relate to that, what did you do next?”

“Why don’t you give it a shot Kevin?”

“Hmm let me think…was there a window from where you could reach that thing”

“Yeah, many, but they were all closed, and I dint want to break anything. Even then, I liked to be elegant”

“Hmm, what did you do then?”

“There was a little air hole right over the door”


“I look around for a rope, found one, tied a stone to it”

“Okay, and?”

“You don’t get it??”

“Oh yeah!”

“Remember I was a small, just over three feet, so getting it through the air hole was tough, but after about an hour of struggle I made it”

“Wow that was something”

“Yeah, that has been my best work yet”


“Yeah, never got a kick out of anything like that one.”

“But it must be tough for you…I mean when you walk into somebody’s mess and try to fix it?”

“Not at all, on the contrary, that’s what makes it easier. It’s always easier when you approach a problem from the outside, that’s rule number one”

“Really?, Never thought of it that way…hmm. But still, there must be something special about this, I mean not everyone can do this, you got to have some talent”

“Well son, there are three cardinal rules. The first rule I’ve just told you”

“What’s the second?”

“I’ve touched on that too, the second rule is, that you got to believe in elegance. I believe that for every problem in this world, complicated or otherwise, there is a simple and elegant solution. It would be so damn elegant and so damn natural that when you hit upon it, you’d wonder why the heck you didn’t think of it earlier”.


An old fashioned telephone ring emanated from Randolph’s cell phone. He picked it up and listened intently for a while, his dark brow producing a little frown, as he murmured acknowledgments intermittently. At the end he asked “how far behind are they?”

“What’s the matter?” Kevin asked, concerned.

“Where’s the bag?”

“It’s in the boot, why?”

“Okay we have a problem, we are being tailed”

“Oh no! How far behind are they?”

“Don’t worry yet, they are a good three hours behind”

“What do we do now?” asked Kevin, struggling to hide his nervousness.

“Okay, pull over at the next exit”

“Just as I thought, the bag is bugged” Randolph said triumphantly, holding up a little shiny black device up in the sunlight.

“What do we do now?”

“Relax Kevin, here’s the plan, get back on the interstate and head straight for Daytona”, Randolph said, after pocketing the device, pointing back at the freeway from which they had just gotten off.

“What do I do after getting there?”

“Keep your cell-phone switched on, you’ll be told what next once you get there”

“And you?”

“Don’t you worry about me my lad” Randolph said winking.


“29 Capitol to Chicago is currently boarding” The announcement ringed through the huge atrium of the Union Station. Last minute passengers jostled at the base of the escalator as a man in army uniform struggled to extricate his suitcase from it.

“Sir, may I help you with that?” the soldier turned back to see a stoutly built black man, wearing a colorful beach shirt and cargoes.

“Oh please sir” he replied with a sharp Boston accent.

“You off back to duty then eh” Randolph inquired as he helped him extract the suitcase from the escalator.

“Yeah mate, thanks”

“That’s quite some war eh?”

“You bet it is”

“You got grenades in this? This thing is damn heavy” Randolph joked, passing the handle back to the soldier”

“Ha-ha, yea and a mini howitzer” the soldier bantered back.

“Very well sir, take good care of yourself” Randolph said as they shook hands and departed “and come back soon”
It was getting dark now, Randy sat in one of the busy restaurants overlooking the railway tracks, gleaming in the setting sun. He looked down with satisfaction, as the 29 Capitol to Chicago drifted away from Washington DC, disappearing into the twilight bustle of the city.

The Gabbiano sailed silently, occasionally buffeted by the gentle waves of the Atlantic. Kevin laid his back on the deck looking up at the starry night sky.

His cell-phone rang , familiar voice said “Is the pigeon home yet”?

“Almost there, flying with the seagull, how are you doing there?”

“Oh I am back home watching over my grandson”

“Where are they, any trouble?”

“I’m guessing they are on their way to Iraq now”

“Wow, you sure?”

“Yeah just look up” he said popping the top from a Budweiser and chuckling.

“Hey Randy tell me something, haven’t you ever messed up? I mean like us rookies?”

“Ha-ha kid, of course I have, but don’t you tell anyone”

“Nah I won’t, what has been your biggest”?

“Remember the door?”

“The door? Oh that one with the trick lever?”

“Yeah, well, the stone was a bit too heavy, the rope was a bit too thin, it snapped, and the goddam lever broke. They had to break the door open, you know, fire service and all.”

“Wow, so your first one was a mess up wasn’t it?”

“Damn right it was! …my biggest debacle was my biggest win…funny isn’t it?”

“Man, you are just so full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Yeah I am”

“Hey by the way, you didn’t tell me one thing, what the hell is that third rule?”

“Oh that, well, that’s …oh got to go now Kevin, I have an emergency to attend to here” Randolph said, laughing through heavy breaths.

“Ah is it your grandson up to something again, okay talk later man”

Kevin lay back preparing to sleep. He had barely slept in two days. Randy’s words staid in his ears “my biggest debacle was my biggest win”. “What a man” he thought to himself. He thought through all the events that day, as he passed his hand over the leather bag with a couple million dollars in them.

“What would I have done without him, I would have got myself killed for sure”, he thought looking up at the stars.

“Yeah it probably helped that he was looking from outside, no fear and nothing to lose. And the elegance, that has to be talent, or maybe it comes with experience.”

One question staid in his mind as he gently slid into sleep “What must have been that third rule he was going to tell me about?” A message beeped just then on his cell phone. “The third rule? I think I already told you that…Happy vacation kid!”


Sunday, September 7, 2008

The Roadtrip

My first attempt at cartooning.
Apparently, has failed miserably, since most people who've seen it are asking me to explain it:)
Shamelessly posting it anyway and dedicating this to all the UK Roadtrips with my roommies, and to the countless roundabouts that we circled.

Friday, February 29, 2008


"I don’t like this idea…you are asking me to make the most important decision of my life in half an hour. How do you think I can judge anybody in that much time? I cannot do it!”

“Oh come on, I don’t understand what the big deal is” The response came almost instantly from the backseat. “You can talk to her and find out if she’s good for you, can’t you? I really like her, she’s pretty, I mean pretty enough for you anyway. The family is good, and moreover your horoscopes match”. Her voice barely hid the exasperation. The subject had been argued to death at the dinner table the night before, but her twenty-six year old just didn’t seem to get it.

“Horoscope my foot!”, he muttered.

“Don’t you talk like that again Ram! It’s time you learn to respect your traditions!” this time it was an eruption from the back seat, and it smoked of indignation.

“Oops, she heard it” he said in his mind. “Traditions!!...Why? What for? I mean, we are in the 21st century here… How did she hear it?” He wondered on, as he found the fourth gear and manhandled the engine into it.

“Okay, okay, calm down”, the professor intervened, trying to suppress his discomfort at the shocking gear shift, “We are not asking you to make a decision today son, you just have to see her today, and talk to her. You don’t need to marry her if you don’t like her, okay. Nobody is going to force you into anything.”

“Hmm she looked good in the photo”, he thought to himself, “Maybe I should think positively about this. What if she is the right girl for me? And, in a way, this is so much easier. I don’t have to keep searching for a girl I’ll like, and then I don’t have to go through all the trouble of making her like me in return. And then I don’t have to go about getting clearance from every Tom, Dick and Harry in both family trees. Oh, and not to forget the matching of the religions and the castes and the sub-castes and the horoscopes. What a holy pain… This is so much easier, a lot of unnecessary overhead avoided. Hmm…bit of like the difference between buying a flat rather than buying land and building the house yourself…or installing pirated Windows instead of Linux and then getting it to play a song…”

”You know you suck at analogies, you should never try them again.” He remembered Prabhuda’s words. That was after one disaster of a technical presentation. “Yes, I’m bad at analogies, I shouldn’t try them” he said to himself with a tight upper lip.

“But hey! is this really how you want to do this? I mean, where is the choice?” he heard a dissenting voice within, the very same kind of voice that questioned his analogies that day, “Why am I letting others make choices for me? Of course they say it’s my choice in the end, but isn’t that all hogwash? It’s like saying that the President has all the powers. Ah, analogy again…”

“No, this is not right. This is my life. And this is my future wife they’re talking about after all. If I’m grown up enough to marry, then I’m bloody well grown up enough to choose who I marry. And I don’t decide that based on something somebody thought of writing into a horoscope, which I can’t read anyway…or a photograph on some matrimonial website. And this not America, where I can separate and remarry if I don’t like who I get. If I’m in, I’m in for life; this will be the end of me…if I commit, there is no rolling back…no...this can’t just be…I cannot do this…!!!”

“Arranged marriage is the dumbest thing you can ever do man, it’s like gambling man…, you either have to be really lucky or you have to be a genius at judging people, otherwise 99% chances are you end up a loser...” Prabhuda’s saintly words reverberated in his ears again. Prabhu Bhattacharya almost never talked sense while drunk (which by the way left very little spare time), but that one time, he had made a lot of sense, for he was a man speaking form experience.

The blaring horn of what seemed like a gigantic truck shook him out of the brainstorm. It seemed to be trying to pass him from the left. “Bloody moron, look at the nerve!” he thought to himself when he saw that it actually was an autorikshaw. He glared at the auto driver. The auto-driver glared back and topped it up with a few pleasantries as he passed. He thought of returning the good wishes, but quickly decided otherwise, realizing that his car was not exactly on the socially accepted side of the road.

“Okay okay.. I shouldn’t panic” he tried to calm himself down. “Breath Ram breath, slow…yes, you have to calm down...”

“Ram, do you want me to drive?” the professor asked. Ram kept silent.

“Okay, there is nothing in this to be so tense about, just think of all the things that you want in your wife, and then you go and find out if she fits all that, and then you marry her if she does. It’s simple son.”

“Ah that’s so simple to say, I can’t make up a list in ten minutes okay…it is difficult, it’s impossible; And just say I am miraculously able to come up with this list of criteria for my future wife, how am I supposed to see if she fits into this?”

“You talk to her and find out”

“What do you think I am? A psychic? What if she lies?” He was almost shouting.

“Do you really think she would lie to get married to you?” crackled an irritatingly husky voice from behind. Of late that voice had started to have an extremely grating effect on his ears.

“Will you shut up!!, or I’ll throw you out of the car!!” he shouted.

“Deepu stop it; don’t talk like that to your brother” mom tried to discipline her younger son who had his one ear plugged into his ipod and the other tuned in on the by now interesting conversation.

Ram continued, “Ok fine, I’ll see what I can do…but you got to help me here dad, Give me some tips…what do I ask her?”

“Sure son, this is simple. Let me explain. First, you need to figure out what her plans for the future is, I mean what her expectations from married life are, you know, and then based on that you can assess how well that fits with your plans. You know you needn’t have a perfect congruence of plans, but then, there shouldn’t be much of a deviation from the mean, if you know what I mean”

“Okay, then comes the question of assessing how nice a person she is. Of course you’d want her to look good and all, but trust me, there are more important things you need to make a marriage work. Well this is not so simple, but then again not impossible either. You can ask a few probing questions, and from her responses you can find about a lot about her personality.”

He paused for a while and looked at his son, to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Yes dad, I’m listening, go on” Ram reassured him like a studious front bencher.

“Okay, to give an example of a probing question, ask her how important her job is in her life. If she says she is just doing the job for money then she’s probably too materialistic, and you’ll have a hell of a time taking her around shopping. If she says she doesn’t like her job but she wants to figure what she wants to do in life, then that means she is an intelligent, thinking woman. If she says she’s doing it to be on her own feet, then that means she’s a very responsible individual. If she says she loves her job, then that means she is a very happy content woman with very clear aspirations from life. Now what specific questions you want to ask should be based on what you want from your life partner”

“Wow dad, thanks” he said with a sparkle in his eyes, that said, “I’m proud of my dad”.

“You are welcome son” The professor went on. “It’s simple once you have clear expectations about your married life, you’ll automatically know the right questions to ask”.


“Hmm , so it all depends on my future plans” he thought to himself; he was slowly becoming aware of the root cause of his discomfiture. At length he said to his father, “You know dad… I haven’t really thought about this…the problem is that…well...I really don’t have…any specific plans for my future …you know..”

“What do you mean you don’t have a specific plan? You do have some concept of what your married life should be like, don’t you?”

“No…” he said, as the maruti jumped over an unmarked bump and then fell into an unmarked pothole.

“Did you have one when you married mom?”

“Well of course I did; oh come on everybody does, quick, think about it!”

He was reminded of that day in school when he realized minutes before the question paper was handed out, that it was Mathematics and not Moral Science.

“Okay let me give it a shot dad” he said trying hard to sound calm,

“Expectations…well…she should be good-looking…above average you know, she shouldn’t wear too much make up though, it’d be good if she could cook well you know, …and she should have a good sense of humor, she should be trustworthy…what else… she should be good to talk to, shouldn’t talk too much though.”

“In case you didn’t know, she is 60% trusty 70% cool and 80% sexy”, came a confident crackle from behind…

“Why is he in the car dad??!”

“And she’s clever and quick witted too…” the crackle continued

“Son, these are just preliminaries.” The professor continued after glaring the backbencher down to submission “You don’t need to ask probing questions to figure these out. And what if she does not cook? She can always learn can’t she? And what do you mean sense of humor? Trust me you’d be much better off if she doesn’t have a sense of humor”

“Ok, dad, I won’t get anywhere with this today by myself …you’ve done this right; just tell me what you asked mom”

“You want to know what he asked”, his mother replied half giggling; “he asked if I minded marrying a short tempered mathematics professor”

“What? Dad and short tempered”?

“Oh yes, you must have seen his tantrums those days”

“Aha now that’s interesting. But, is that all he asked? That’s all you asked dad? Come on, didn’t you ask her any other probing questions?”

“Of course I did, I asked her about her future plans, what she wanted to do with her life, and so on”

“And what did she say?”

“She said that she wanted to be an engineer, she was still studying then you know” he said looking back and winking.

“I also asked her whether she minded coming to Calcutta with me, because that’s where I worked back then”

“What else did you ask?”

“Well let me think, oh yes, and this was my deep probing question, I asked her how much importance she gave to money in life”

“Good one dad, and what did she say?”

“You will love this, what she said is - Money is important, but not as important as knowing exactly how important it is”

“Wow, that was great mom! That really was a profound answer”

“And that pretty much sealed the matter for me” the professor summed up.

“But tell me mom, how did you decide you wanted to marry dad?, didn’t you have any questions of your own?”

“Well, not really, I already liked him from the conversation we had. You know in those days we were not expected to ask that many questions any way. “

“So what did you say when he asked you to marry him?”

“I said if my parents agree and our horoscopes match, I will agree”

“Yes, that was about it, and we lived on happily ever after”

“Wow, that sounds so great”

“See that’s all there is to it son, it’s not as hard as you think it is”

“Thanks dad, I wonder why we never had this conversation before…”

“I’m feeling good about this now..” he thought to himself, “I just have to believe in myself…I can ask probing questions, I can judge her in half an hour”

“I mean it’s not like I’m a bad judge of people, I think I’m actually pretty good at it.”

“And when I think about it, actually I am the one making the choice, I mean, the President gets to ask questions doesn’t he? And don’t they need his sign and all before they do anything?”.

“Dad’s money question seems like a pretty good question to ask, I’ll start off with that, but I need a few more original probing questions. Let me think…how about asking her about her views on socialism….and capitalism, that way I’ll know if she’s a thinking woman…or would that be too over the top?”


“But, I have a doubt”, it was the husky voice from the backseat.
“She said she’ll marry you if your horoscopes match? Why? Didn’t you match your horoscopes before you went to see her?”

The professor looked back at the back bencher again. The professor’s wife did the same. The hairy fellow did make a point

“What? Why are you both looking at me like that? Didn’t you have the horoscopes matched before you went to see her?”

The professor did not reply, nor did his wife.

The car was moving slowly now, they were nearing a busy intersection.

Ram turned and looked at his father, the professor seemed to struggle to let through a gulp.
He then looked behind, the professor’s wife wore a very strange expression, as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t make up her mind about it. Slowly, a halo of light seemed to settle on his forehead, and his eyes lighted up like those of a man who had just found a new religion. They turned back and looked at the being he considered nothing more than annoying pest till that moment, and proudly proclaimed “I’m proud of you bro”, the other pair of eyes winked and crackled back “oh, you are welcome bro”.

He remembered another one of Prabhuda’s gems “The secret my dear lad, is to ask the right questions, and at the right time. Trust me, there is no substitute to pure old fashioned logic “.

“So, where exactly did you have that conversation?” Ram asked, turning to the professor again, confidently shifting down to second gear.


The professor and his old mathematics student looked into each others eyes and time rolled back in front of them. Back then, twenty seven years ago to be exact; he used to be a very short tempered young man.

His young student was struggling with her calculus as usual. And the lecturer had lost his cool as usual. Her notebook lay on the floor where he had flung it in a fit of anger as usual. She sat there on the steel chair weeping in intermittent sobs.
“Look, I’m sorry, we’ll start over again”

“No! I don’t want to study any more” pat came the reply.
The lecturer picked up the book from the floor and sat down near her on the desk.

“Look I said I’m sorry, I have this problem, I get angry unnecessarily”

The sobbing continued.

“Well, this may not be the best time to bring this up...but…would you mind marrying a short tempered mathematics lecturer?”

She looked up, her eyes opened wide. The lecturer looked back, puzzled…was she crying or was she smiling…

“Oh, no, sorry, don’t cry, I just thought…, I would…, okay forget it, I never asked this okay”

He braced for the heartbreaking reply.

“I’d rather marry a mild mannered mathematics professor”, she said at length with a straight face, and continued without any change in her expression “but I guess I’ll fix you after we get married” and fled out of the room.


The lonely traffic cop let out a blood curdling yelp from his elevated garrison. Two Bajaj Lambies produced Doppler Effect on each other as they screamed narrowly past each other. The couple of cows that were grazing peacefully on the traffic island jumped out onto the road; crows cried out and flew scared from the electric lines overhead. The rest of the Sunday morning traffic halted for a second or two to get over the shock. And they all thought in one voice, “that is one hell of a U-turn”.