Monday, September 28, 2009
1. is the first 3D film
2. has the smallest name for an animated film ever.
3. is another one from Pixar
4. is as awesome as the others
"UP" wit, quality, adventure!
anyways enjoy this one for now..."people out there are really doing awesome things yaar" is what my mind says. Hope yours does too...
Friday, September 25, 2009
(I go onto the stage with 3 balls in hand and start juggling.While still juggling I start)Good afternoon , Ladies and Gentlemen. Why am I doing this? (then deliberately dropping the last ball, showing that I could have easily caught it) or this?
I can see a handful of reasons (I count 4 without using the middle finger).The first, the most obvious yet the most irrelevant is to show off my new talent. The second is in response to Manoj's evaluation to my ice breaker last week. He told me I kept my hands clasped and what better way to free them but to juggle.Speaking about ice breaker and slowly moving towards relevant reasons. I think it is a sound reasoning that if I could properly juggle balls on this sacred stage, juggling sentences while speaking would be easy. The fourth and the most relevant reason at least for today is that I want to convincingly prove to you that it is better to show than to tell.
For those who are wondering why I did not show my middle finger while counting. I have stopped showing that finger after some bad and violent incident in my life.
"Show not tell". Novelists and story writers have known this tool for long. That is why when you read a good novel , you can actually see a movie running in you head. As far as the speakers are concerned the closest thy have been to showing is power point presentation. And it is an irony that the novels really SHOW by using mere words, but majority of speakers end up TELLING when they use infinite bullets on the slide, which can be a great show medium. If you see the launch of Microsoft by Bill Gates and that of Macintosh by Steve Jobs, you will know the difference.In Gates' speech he lists all the technical things microsoft has without ever showing them. Steve jobs on the other hand launches apple on a dark stage with two follower spotlights. One on himself , another on a small computer on the other side of the stage. While Steve Jobs is speaking about mac, mac is actually doing stuff like talking writing letters etc.It is a must see for good speakers wannabees like everyone here.
I have several examples to share on this, but bounded by time I would be able to share only some. I also apologize for all my examples being a little related to acads, because that is what my life has revolved around till now.But rest assured this concept applies everywhere.
I love Physics and there is a problem book by a Russian named Irodov. It has problems tougher than any other book on Physics ever written. I tried to attempt a question from that book one fine evening. I tried the question for the whole evening, the night , even the next morning, and then truly frustrated went to our physics teacher whom we petnamed "Ninja". Every IITian knows about him. As soon as he heard my problem he did this.If this is the problem(arms stretched)you have to do this (and do that compression waala thing), take the problem to the elementary level, find the crux. Like other teachers, he could have just said look for the basics, find the root. But because he did that, everytime I face a problem and not only a physics problem,but any problem in life, a video showing him do this runs in my head. He made a direct impact on my memory.
Showing causes a direct impact on the memory of another person. Showing a weird and typical picture more so. Like doing this or this(Repeating the previous gestures). Just like I did today.I have without your consent, directly bonded with your memory. You cannot forget that a person actually juggled in a speech at toastmasters, and deliberately dropped the last ball, even when he could have easily catched it.You cannot forget it till death or Alzheimer's. May god forbid anything like that happening.
So isn't showing impressive?
So Show not Tell.I would like to make you drive this point home by giving you a last example. At Caltech university, 200 first year Physics students assembled in a classroom for their first lecture. Instead of a professor there was this huge metal ball,half the size of the one used for demolition, hanging at the precise centre of the class through a metal chain. Nobody knew why. Prof Feynman entered the class, silently held the ball and carried it to the board. Rested on the board,touched the ball to his nose and left it. It started to swing towards the back wall of the class. It swooshed by the students, barely touched the wall and came back again at tremendous speed towards feynman face. But when the ball reached Feynman it kissed his nose and went back. He said "This was to show that I believe in what I teach". It could have just said that, but by demonstrating via this silly , weird but typical experiment. He engraved his words forever.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
When majority of people hear the word 'juggling' , their thought process goes like this "wow! -> esoteric -> useless -> not for me". These are the normal people. For some , like me, the thought process goes like " wow!-> wow! -> wow! " and they are stuck with three balls in 2 hands.
I entered a trance as soon as I took hold of the balls for the first time. I could not complete a single cycle of three for the first 2 hours, but I never even looked at anything else. I feel both proud and stupid stating the above fact.
Anyways exactly after 5 minutes of this 2-hours span I was able to complete 30 throws and was already praising myself. Again I was both happy and sad. Sad because I came out of the trance. The challenge was over. I had already lost half the interest in juggling that I started with.
Now only incentive I had to keep juggling was to tell, show and perform in front of people (mostly wing-mates), to earn praise. Not that none of them were awed, but many of them praised me out of instinct of manners.
Over the years I have trained myself not to distinguish between genuine and non genuine eulogies and let them both please me. After all there is nothing more to lose for an ego maniac like me than, an opportunity to get a praise, lost.
So after going to each and every room in the wing (even knocking those doors which were locked), I tried to sell my performance in exchange of praises. I think I was a good salesman or maybe the prize was not much, but everybody bought it.
I came to my room all swell.I was sure that it is only praise that I live for. The mere act of starting to juggle was nothing but an opportunity seen to get praises. I was sure that this was the only reason. I knew it was a bad incentive to live by but I was happy because at least I thought I had myself all figured out now.
Everything was just falling into place when my friend Aditya came in my room, picked up the three balls on the table and casually started to juggle.Juggle as if he had been doing that for years. When asked, actually he had been.
We talked about juggling for a while both enthused,I more than him. Obviously the initial wow! had not faded out completely yet.
When he left with the balls (no need to laugh at the word balls , everytime and everywhere you read it), I looked at him and was surprised at myself, it was only after he had left that I started to feel a little jealous about him, for stealing my thunder. That, I thought later, only proved that I was human.
More interestingly, what I learnt though was that, for that brief moment of wow!, when I was really thinking about juggling, I had evaded jealously (obviously subconsciously... so I am not taking the credit for it).
And then it dawned upon me that it was not the expectation of praises that pulled me towards juggling, in the first place. It is this feeling which pulls me, the time when I am so focused that human tendencies don't engulf me.
That time span (generally small) is my temple.
Monday, September 14, 2009
(I will go upto the dias and take out my mobile and start speaking)Nokia 6500. I met it exactly 22 years after I was born. It is heavier than its counterparts. It is rugged. It has had its hardships. It is unique. It is artistic and it is still technological. I love my phone . I connect with it! (pun intended) .
Good afternoon friends! I am Tejesh Kinariwala and it is a privilege for me to speak about myself generally. It is more than a privilege today, because you will not only let me speak but also listen to it ... and even go further to actually clap at the end. Any ways, one more thing I forgot to tell you about my phone was that it has a loud speaker (through which it speaks and sings), but a relatively quieter mic (through which it listens). But a really good camera.Also it is the only phone I know whose price has increased after I bought it. It means you need to stay with it for a while to know it better.
But I am not a mobile phone. There are three words in English which so perfectly describe me that when I , or for that matter even when my friends, heard for the first time, the image which came to their mind was mine. First word is Dilettante. A person who dabbles in many things without a professional interest in any. The second word is Gourmand. A connoisseur of food. Being from Nagpur , which is the precise centre of India, I enjoy north as much as south, east as much as west. The third word is Quixote. A person whose visions are too good to be true.
A description about me cannot be completed without mentioning my sleep, my family and my friends. My sleep which is never less than 9 hours, and hardly 1 or 2 of those 9 hours overlap with the time called night. My family in which 16 people stay under the same roof and the number goes upto 30 in summer vacations. My friends which I believe are actually defining me and taking decisions for me.
I am bad at planning, and even if I manage to do that, bad at sticking to it. I am hopeless at remembering names and even more in remembering dates. I am bad at keeping touch.I am bad at working on my weaknesses even after knowing them.
I admire creativity, beauty and perfection.
In future I would like to open an enterprise , in the like of Amul. Not the product but the funda.
I would like my epitaph to read "He did his best in everything he tried. And he tried everything".
Friday, September 11, 2009
Chahta hoon zindagi se milna par zindagi hai ke milna na chahe mujhse
Har dayre ki jeet pakadna chahta hoon main
par do mutthiyon mein thami hi na jaye
Aasman ko lena chahu aaghosh mein
Mar aasman hai ki simta na jaye mujhse
Badhta hi chala jaye..
Li hai aaj pawan se dekho nayi hod maine
Par zamee hai ki chodna na chahe mujhko
Khwaish insaa ko badalne ki rakhta hoon zahan mein
Par insaan hai ki sunana na chahe mujhko
Ansuni hi kiye jaye
Sudharna hi nahi chahe
Ubharna hi nahi chahe
Mujhko hi badale jaye...
main badalta chala jau
dar jau sikud jau
har kadam pe ladkhadau
kuch kam har din ho jau...
sau bahane main banau
khwab takna bisar jau
daldal mein ghusta jau
bheed mein hi gum ho jau...
Mujhko hi badale jaye...
I know many of the readers of this blog will connect to it, as much as I do
What is intelligence, anyway? When I was in the army, I received the kind of aptitude test that all soldiers took and, against a normal of 100, scored 160. No one at the base had ever seen a figure like that, and for two hours they made a big fuss over me. (It didn't mean anything. The next day I was still a buck private with KP - kitchen police - as my highest duty.)
All my life I've been registering scores like that, so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent, and I expect other people to think so too. Actually, though, don't such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine?
For instance, I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I'd prove myself a moron, and I'd be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: "Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?"
Indulgently, I lifted by right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, "Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them." Then he said smugly, "I've been trying that on all my customers today." "Did you catch many?" I asked. "Quite a few," he said, "but I knew for sure I'd catch you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because you're so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn't be very smart."
And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.