Showing posts with label ketchup. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Uh..There's a Singularity in my Soup....!

A stitch in Time will confuse Einstein”

At every singularity or point of inflexion in the Universe- whether physical or abstract- strange, unpredictable and exciting things start to happen-say, at the brink of a black-hole, or at a spot where geography takes a sudden turn, or at sunset - the sandhikaal where dark embraces light. ..when…mundane objects assume weird dimensions…Make for the spot, if ye seek for Adventure in Ideas..”

The first quotation is from JIR- The Journal of Irreproducible Results, and the second manufactured a while back by the author of IK, that is Yours Truly, beg pardon…

For those who came in late, etymologically the word ‘Singularity’ arose in a mathematical context, and was subsequently borrowed by various other disciplines including Humanities. In the context of Mathematics, it is a point at which the derivative does not exist for a given function but every neighbourhood of which contains points for which the derivative exists.” Derivative, as students of Calculus will tell, is the change in value of the function for a small change in the value of the variable, and is the indicator of ‘area of predictable-ness’ here..It could also be defined as a point where a measured variable reaches un-measurable or infinite value, for example in the function f(x)= Lim 1/x as xà0. Thus, things are predictable at every point in the neighbourhood, but not at the singularity. Naturally the gender of the noun ‘singularity’ is feminine, ha, ha, ha…just joking बरं … 

John von Neumann used the term in relation to technological change thus:

"the ever accelerating progress of technology ... gives the appearance of approaching some essential singularity in the history of the race beyond which human affairs, as we know them, could not continue." 

We suppose a time-warp could be cited as an example of 'singularity'. A geometric example of a singularity is explained in the accompanying picture.
Tschirnhausen's_cubic: singularity at (0,0)
Our hypothesis today is that what makes the North East so wildly fantastic is the existence of major singularities in the terrain, as well in the affairs of humans, plants and animals, he, he, he..!

CHERRAPUNJI AND JATINGA HILLS
These are two places in the North East, which have no duplicates anywhere else on this globe. Why Cherrapunji (or Mawsynram, a few km away) is the rainiest place on Earth or why birds commit suicide in Jatinga Hills, has always been a mystery. After a series of personal visits to these exotic spots, and after interaction with the local tribals, we conclude that the apparently unrelated phenomena are but two aspects of the peculiar geographical placements of the spots. That is, geographical singularity lies behind the shenanigans.

THE LUMDING HAFLONG RAILROAD
You’ll find videos of this trail on Youtube, many of them prefaced with the words: “The most dangerous railway in the world..”. Till last week perhaps, we ascribed the sensational words to the endearing propensity of You Tubites for exaggerating things, in order to magnify their own cause. The journey last week with Missus converted us to The Cause!

This treacherous track extends from Lumding in Central Assam, south of the Brahmaputra, to Silchar, deep inside South Assam. The whole 130 km route bristles with Military presence, and the fire-power is unbelievable. Ordinary soldiers carry SLRs and revolvers, and the rest, especially the PSOs, carry the more compact AK 47s along with their revolvers. The commandos are shielded 24x7 with bullet-proofs and helmets, so deadly are the insurgents. We travel in the sole AC Chair Car in the procession of bogies in the Hill Queen Express, which is guarded by five AK 47 wielding PSOs each at either entrance. That makes our task of shooting the trail with our camera quite tedious, but we did it with due cooperation from the personnel who all bank with us, God bless Chabiwala Bank!

For a large part of the year, the NE Railway is constrained to suspend the service on account of breaches and explosions on the tracks engineered by the Groups. The latest such break taken by the Railways was in October 2012. A few days before our own journey, two Kuki Militants were apprehended removing fish-plates just before Lower Haflong station. The strife is as usual for and against autonomy.

“Haflong”- the name has an exotic ring. Its beauty is haunting. It’s one of the cleanest places in the North East, elevation being around 1700 ft. The place is surrounded by the Borail Valley and at least 200 days in a year, clouds descend into the valleys and it invariably rains in the town. Strong winds sweep the Jatinga Hills. That partly accounts for the cleanliness and the low temperatures. A new lesson is learnt by us this time- that the ‘absolute’ altitude of a place does not have any bearing on the beauty of hills so long as the valleys and ravines are deep. Only you’ll not get as breathless, and maybe the temperatures are higher by a couple of degrees…But then Haflong is Haflong because of the ‘singularity’ we are going to talk about..

The Dimasa tribals are the originals here. Since they are one of the Bodo like tribes, they are supposed to have settled in Assam even before the Ahoms came. Di masa  stands for ‘large water’, that is, the Brahmaputra, and they were the original rulers of Dimpaur, now in Nagaland plains. The Dimasa form 43 % of the population of Dima Hasau district (earlier NC, that is North Cachar), rest being the Kukis and Nagas (Mar). The warring groups are the deadly NSCN (I-M), that is the Nationalist Socialist Council of Nagaland (Isak-Muivah), DNRF or the Dimasa National Revolutionary Front, KLA that is the Kuki Liberation Army, and IPF or Indigenous People's Forum, a non-Dimasa tribal body. The local Government is with the Dimasa Autonomous Districts Council.

If you recall our tribute to the gallant Col.H.S.Kohli, the ketchup episode took place right in the Cachar forests, and as we pass the village Bada Nagadun where it all happened, we silently bow to the Guru’s True Son, and mumble….Satt naam waheguru..!

So, Cherrapunji and Jatinga. The Google terrain map of the area is quite graphic. We give below the HTML output which can be explored to one’s heart’s content.  Both Cherra and Haflong lie in the terai of the lower Himalayas which commence their ascent after the Bangladesh plains. Cherra is  200 km to the west of Haflong. They both are thus in the ‘twilight’ area on the Bangla border, lying in the shadows of a singularity where the flat surface suddenly wakes up, shakes itself, and starts a steep jog northwards. The joint where She[i] welded the plains to the mountains is our ‘singularity’! You have to click (-) 6 times and then click TER- 


Sohra or Cherrapunji is an unusual place, both ethnically and geographically. Ethnically, it is an area with a substantial quasi-Hindu population, and a dominant tribal allegiance,  the Sacred Forest of Mawngap having an overbearing presence. An Ashwamedha like ritual is performed here each year around during tribal festivities. Don Bosco, the Evangelist of the North East, had vision enough to accommodate the tribal aspirations, while Sankardeva proved a little less flexible..and hence the predominance of Christianity in the North East..

From the MSL to an altitude of 5000 ft., the Cherra ascent is abrupt. Clouds which when hovering over Bangladesh, considering themselves exalted, suddenly come up against the Cherrapunji hills, and naturally precipitate in no mean measure.  This kind of precipitation is technically called 'orographic'.  One night, when YT and Missus were put up in a Cherra resort, it rained 12 inches flat is a period of 8 hours..Annual rainfall here is 500 inches…

The wonder that is Cherrapunji therefore, owes to the singularity subsisting on the Bangla-Meghalaya border.

Jaitnga is more complex. This is ‘arguably’ the theatre of the most intriguing avian phenomenon, anywhere on the globe, and has received the attention of no less a bird than Dr. Salim Ali….

Dr. Salim Ali: Shankar Paramarthy's interpretation
The North-easterly winds have a run of Jatinga valley in the months of September to November . Most of the 40 odd suicidal species breed after the monsoon, and the birdlings are in the learning mode during the post monsoon months.  The birds with the suicidal tendencies are the Pond Heron, Kingfishers, Tiger Bittern, Black Bittern, Little Egret etc., around half the casualties being Kingfisher kids. The Kingfishes, any way, is not a bird of flight. Winds of over 20 km/h, qualifying to be called ‘strong breeze’, funnel down towards the Bangla plains during September-November when it all happens. Here is the governmentspeak (www.dimahasao.com) on the climate:

The Dima Hasau district can be divided into three distinct Zones South to North. The Southern face of Borail Range receives considerable high precipitation. The northern face falls in the rain shadow of the Range and consequently precipitation is much lower. The northern part of the district around Langting is one of the driest and hottest parts of Assam. The central part has a cool and equable climate. Cyclonic disturbances and storms occur frequently in Surma valley but seldom visit Dima Hasao district. This is due to shielding effect of Borail Range. Thunderstorm is quite frequent during summer months. Mist and fog occur the winter months. Frost is unknown, even in depression. Light to moderate winds blow from North or northeast, expect during monsoon when the wind blows from southwest.

As our Dimasa friends posit, the birds, by the time they reach the Jatinga valley turning, are worn down by the winds to a vegetable state, and they head for succour following the beam of the nearest light source in sight, and in the process become food for the tribals, there being no PDS…

Our Dimasa driver says all birds taste just like pigeons..for another authentic report, check http://en.articlesgratuits.com/jatinga-phenomenondo-birds-really-commit-suicide-id984.php
We end the dispatch with some snaps we took and movies we shot.

Cherrapunji view point
You enter Cherra here
Haflong from Haflong Point
Jatinga Valley

Baby kingfisher on tower parapet wall

Missus with Rajanikanth @ Jatinga watch-tower
Penitentiary for surrendered militants @ Haflong (ha,ha,haaaa...) 
Feel the Jatinga valley winds, North Easterly clouds swooping down. Peak in the middle is 7000 ft.
Valley view from Abraham's Point




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[i]  From the feminist slogan “I saw God. She is black.”



Monday, January 28, 2013

BEING RT. HON. COL. H.S.KOHLI

Indrayanikaathi, IK in brief, was, as we wrote a while back, a product of times when we felt the life- fluid ebb away from our frame, and Gopal painted the last leaf. It was christened in a philosophical vein, after the Banks of  Indrayani, consecrated by ज्ञानेश्वर माउली , whose presence there is forever vibrant and abiding, so we believe.  Senior  had then just graduated from an Institution right on the Banks of Indrayani. We harboured a superstition that the stay at the hallowed Alandi, will somehow rub off on him. We are happy to report that though the magic did not get reflected in his grades, the belief has not been belied at all, reinforced, if anything... To be more accurate, the desired result emerged, and the cause is a matter of belief, conjecture if you like, and to make an important Disclosure, Alandikars don’t share this enthusiasm about the exalted status accorded to their own town. It’s a universal phenomenon, not to worry. Mumbaikars will recall the running battles neighbours of our beloved Siddhivinayak have with the Lord’s abode.

The nature and contents of IK were not premeditated. To quote Lewis Carroll, " if you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there". That's derived from an exchange between the Cheshire Cat and Alice. So IK took on a wayward nature, usually gravitating to Hindustani Classical, taking a Worm’s Eye View of Artistes, taals and notes...........
 
So the first Post was the antai-establishment 'Where are the sleuths?' (and the Last Post is played on the bugle, he, he, he...)  'Where are the Sleuths', dwelled upon the methods of the Indian Police, namely their motto 'Conviction by Confession', the narco-test being nothing but third degree interrogation in a pseudo-scientific and a smug,respectable garb. We pointed out that this tendency was manifest  even to our      erstwhile British rulers, and the 150 year old Madras Torture Commission takes this observation on record. 


Which brings us to another dimension of bare-foot justice that activists demand on various occasions. Guaranteed Conviction in 7 days, I sayyyy... Just look how astonishingly close the trial in ‘Hunting of the Snark’ is, to the trial of Goswami and Friends’ dreams! 


We just saw the good Samar Khan movie Shaurya, modelled as it is on 'A few Good Men' and that's what impelled us in the first place  to write this post.
 
Enough literature   exists  to  disabuse anybody being taken in by the myths of the greatness and nobility of the armed forces, mince, if you care...........It’s all built into the system Sirrr!. The Forces represent a cloistered and opaque arena where the Principles of Natural Justice are in perpetual coma, and  the Generals' egos have a free run, be it India or the US or Timbuktu. The only thing one may learn from the chaps is punctuality!


The Textbook of this contrarian belief is the book Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, pronounced the best book to come out of WW II. What an irony! The Best Text to come of the Great War is not a ballad or a tale of gallantry, but a dossier on the sliminess of the men donning shining brass! ....Hhhaa..(Sholay’s Asrani style). You'll recall how Chaplain A.T.Tappman was persecuted for his critique of General Cathcart's condolence letters. Accused of stealing a plum tomato and cashiered! And if you think bah...! it's fiction! read on....


The centre-piece of today's post, happens (happen?) to be the travails of someone derisively called  the  'ketchup Colonel'. This  happened  in  2003  AD,  and  we allow one of our most reliable publications to elaborate, verbatim:
 
 

CNN IBN dated 8th July 2010:

A  CNN-IBN investigation in 2006 had shown that Col. Kohli did not follow his superiors’ orders to kill militants apprehended in an encounter in south Assam. He instead handed them over to civil authorities. While Kohli stood his ground here, he could not resist the pressure from the top. Then GoC Maj Gen Ravinder Singh was clear these men had to be (at least) shown as killed. So a photo of men just lying around smeared with ketchup was passed off for militants killed in an operation. Letters and taped conversation, all evidence with the court,  points  to  the  same. Listen in to the conversation between Maj Gen Ravinder Singh and his junior Brigadier Suresh Rao.

Brig S Rao: Hello Gen Ravinder Singh sir?
Ravinder Singh: Hello?
SR: Sir good evening. Suresh...
SR: So I said, I will just inform you ki kya hua hai (what has happened).
SR: You know that I had given him assurances on your behalf.
SR: Ki Bhai, don't worry about bodies. Kuch nahi hoga (Don't worry about bodies, nothing will happen).
RS: On your?
SR: On your behalf na sir, when you told me that.
RS: About what?
SR: Sir you know, that as far as the bodies are concerned. We'll not ask you.
RS: Haan Haan
SR: So after this what happened was... but this was done only when he was there. There was no other witness.
RS: Haan haan (ok)
SR: So I have... I have denied it.
RS: Good. Haan
While the Army and the Ministry of Defence initially agreed that Kohli could not take all the blame and should be reinstated with five years loss of service, they later changed their mind.

 Well, Colonel Kohli did do something illegal, agreed, but we know how one navigates under compelling circumstances, and The Colonel is not the sole custodian and bearer of the Cross of Morality of Mera Bharat Mahaan. Given the circumstances, the Colonel has performed to the dot, the duty of protecting life and liberty and has upheld the ideals of humanity preached by Guru Nanak and every other saint. He is a Hero of our times, and we suppose the Constitution envisaged protection of this sputtering flame!  This is indeed a rare episode of its kind and given the glory bestowed by the hoi polloi on encounter specialists, one assumes that most officers in placed like the good Colonel would have killed the quarry in cold blood, and justified,... rationalised it, you know how.....The most tragic part of the episode is that, leave alone restoring his rightful place in the Army, even otherwise decent papers will preface his rank with the ugly sobriquet 'ketchup' Funny eh....? Sister Jacobs of St. Xavier's used to say...we divested him of everything, at least leave him with a proper name maan...the good name...ভালো নাম  given to him by his parents beginning from the letter the Book ordained...leave him with a shred of dignity yaar.., in his dignity lives ours too. We as a    community, (for which read ‘ when the other fellow is watching’), will always try to be  politically correct, using polite substitutes for terms like 'deaf' or 'mute' or 'black'. We don't watch our own word when the fellow is down, don't mind making him an object of our mirth! What    hypocrisy! Hullowww....Any Emile Zola around for this Dreyfus?

Today let’s  cross  our  hearts and  take  an  oath  to   make   amends   for    what   they did to the Brave-heart – mince  no  candle-wandle,  not  to  worry:  just...let’s  refrain from using the honorific, and  call him  just ‘Col. H.S.Kohli (retd.)’...इति .....


And remember friend, there is no short-cut through the forest of the ‘Due Process of Law’...!


Pardon us from again reproducing something prophetic from Alice in Wonderland: this is an amusing ploy from the original book:



(
Poem #600) The Mouse's Tale

            Fury said to a mouse,
                 That he met in the
                        house, 'Let us
                           both go to law:
                            I will prosecute
                          you.-- Come, I'll
                         take no denial;
                       We must have
                     a trial: For
                   really this
                 morning I've
               nothing to do.'
                   Said the mouse
                         to the cur,
                           'Such a trial,
                              dear Sir, With
                                  no jury or
                                judge, would
                               be wasting
                           our breath.'
                        'I'll be
                   judge, I'll
                 be jury,'
               Said cunning
             old Fury:
                'I'll try
                  the whole
                    cause, and
                        condemn
                            you
                              to
                               death.'




A Clarification

A reader asks us about the context of the following passage from the Asmita post:

ज्यांच्या करता हि उपजीविके  चे साधन आहे, त्यांना जावू द्या ना! ते फार मोठे लोक! Johnny, Johnny , pudding  and  pie, he , he , he , kissed the girls and made them cry, when Abu came out to play, little Johnny ran away!

The full verse as you'll recall is 'Johnny, Johnny, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry.  When the boys came out to play, Little Johnny ran away!' It refers to the vanishing trick Raj Thackeray does when invited to Azamgarh by Abu Azmi!

GENERAL RAVINDER SINGH AND BRIG. RAO


COLONEL H.S.KOHLI
Brave Maratha warrior (left)