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Broken armor

The depiction of Spartan army in the movie 300 was particularly spectacular. According to Wikipedia, a Spartan would either return victorious or return dead from a battle. If he is missing his shield on return, it was assumed that he had fled the battle, and would be punished with death or imprisonment.

The shield was not just a personal defense mechanism, but a battle strategy used by Spartans. A group of Spartans would form a Spartan phalanx, in which every soldier protects the soldier to his left – an impenetrable formation.

I’ve been accused of switching context in my blog posts very fast, so that there is no connection between beginning and end. Well, you’ve to bear with me, my brain is totally random and so are the thoughts.

Pre-history battle context to present day metropolitan lifestyle – man has always invented (and discovered) shields to safeguard himself and things he cares about. One such invention is the “helmet”. In India, I don’t see much enthusiasm among drivers to use helmets. Perhaps they like their brains to remain free of any cages – like to feel the whiff of fresh air on their bare faces while driving.

I’ve been taught the importance of this device, not in theory but by practical experience. Imagine a long smooth road, traffic flowing at reasonably fast speeds. All thanks to our pro-active government which is always concerned about development of the nation – imagine barricades right in the middle of this road – not static, but being moved around by workers. Car A brakes from 90 kmph to 0, Car B  behind it brakes 80 kmph to 0. Oops, you’re behind that Car B, going at a good 80 kmph – the only problem being you just have two wheels, braking too hard makes you skid.

The distance between Car B and you is constantly reducing. The speed of your bike – 80, 70, 60, 50, 40 – crash! Your bike goes from 40 to 0 in one impulse. As our Newton baba had said, every moving “body” has inertia – according to that rule – “your” body flies off the bike and you hit the car with your head. What do you think – the driver is dead or alive?

Case A: There is no helmet. Just his head and the car. End of story, parents shattered, friends sad, girlfriend broken.

Case B: There is a helmet. A minor sprain on his arm, which gets fine in a week. And one year later, he is sitting and writing a blog post on helmets.

Just like the Spartan world, there is a nominal fine (and even imprisonment) for driving without helmets in most metropolitan cities. However, unlike that era – where the shield was “primarily” for safeguarding – we use helmets just to avoid the fine. Often my friends say, hey why are you taking helmet, we wont be crossing any police post while going to so and so place. The helmet is for your head, not to show to traffic policemen waiting to earn some easy money.

Okay, why is the title “broken armor”? This post is not for any of my readers, but a motivational post for myself. The helmet I use is damaged at multiple points – perhaps doesn’t really protect my head completely. Although I thank
God that it hasn’t been required to do any “protection” in the recent months, however this is a wake up call for me to get a new one as soon as possible. Keeping fingers crossed until then.

Adios.

Intelligent signals

Robo eye“Save fuel” is the slogan everywhere, not only because its getting used-up very quickly, but also because it costs too much. As a general practice, I turn off my vehicle at traffic signals when they are RED. On my usual route to the office, I’ve to stop at 5 such traffic signals. Over the years (its going to be 2 soon), I’ve understood the pattern in which these signals change, and so I act accordingly.

Last week, one fine morning, I was waiting for my lane to become GREEN as usual, when suddenly out of turn it did so. I didn’t understand what happened, but started and moved anyway. Perhaps God wanted me to understand what’s happening, so just about 200 metres ahead, my bike collided with another. The other guy fell down, and got hurt quite seriously, but I was still upright on my bike. After he was sent to the hospital, I realized that my speedometer wire had snapped. I called office to tell that I’ll be a little late.

I took a U-turn and crossed the same signal again, to go towards the service centre. Alas, the service centre didn’t have the required spare part to replace. As it wasn’t critical for the bike to work, I decided to go to office with the damage still there. Now when I crossed the same signal the third time I realized something wonderful.

The traffic signal had become intelligent. It was automatically switching empty lanes to RED and the ones with lot of vehicles waiting to GREEN. In my college years and intern-ships, I’ve worked on and came across numerous projects in Computer Vision that try to solve this problem. It was a good experience to have come across an actual practical implementation of the same. Kudos to the person who built this, and hoping that it’ll help solve traffic problems on a larger scale than just an experiment on one of the traffic signals.

Adiós.

Love story

LoveDoors creaking, wind blowing, sounds of ghosts – all these thoughts have gripped Anjali as she is sitting at the corner of her dark bedroom, gripping the head of her husband Rahul, which is kept on her lap. She is scared in this horrifying state, with no one to come to her rescue. Even her husband’s company isn’t enough.

Three years ago, Anjali fell in love with Rahul, a software engineer. And as it happens generally, they got married and settled together in Mumbai. Everything was like a dream come true for them. Every morning was full of surprises, smiles and love. So were the nights and most of the daytime. She was living so many moments and making so many memories, that its hard to hold them without spilling. But when your life is on the peak, why would you care to remember sweet old memories when every moment is a memory.

Today, there is nothing left but those memories. Its not that their love is lost or they quarrel a lot. Actually, this is the time when they love each other the most. Still some issues remain. She hasn’t heard his voice since an year now. And it has been that long since he said something to her in any other form.

When they got engaged, they used to talk all day all night and beyond it. People say how much can you talk to a person, and about what. But they proved everyone wrong. Whatever came to her heart, she used to pour out on him. And he used to guide her well, protecting her from the world, coming to her rescue whenever she needed support and so on. He was the one whom she used to run to for anything and everything.

She keeps his head on her lap and keeps looking at him. Sometimes she smiles at him, kisses him. And sometimes, suddenly she’d start crying, as if pleading for something. Eventually, they’d both be in tears, helplessly lonely.

Rahul had gone away for some meeting for a week, and both of them were longing to meet. He had a flight on Sunday morning, but Anjali couldn’t wait that long. She kept on asking him to make it earlier. Finally, he gave up and took a Saturday evening flight. The flight got a little delayed due to rains. Rahul reached Mumbai at 2 am. Anjali was worried all night, waiting for him to call up.

Her half awake scared state was only broken by a phone ring in the morning. They told her that Rahul’s body was found in his car, which had smashed into a tree at 2:30 am. Her heart sank. She thought she had lost him. But fate didn’t have something that easy for her in store.

A month later, doctors told Anjali that Rahul’s spine was completely crushed in the accident. He can still hear her and see her. But neither can he speak or do anything else below his neck. Since that day to now, every night she sleeps crying with him, thinking of all the old memories, trying to recollect his voice, his touch, his love.