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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.

MP 09

What comes to your mind when you read “MP 09″? Perhaps some serial number? A roll number? Number plate of a vehicle from Madhya Pradesh? The last answer is partly correct.

This is not a number plate, it is a phrase deeply connected to Indore. Its so common that people use it in sentences like “Where does this vehicle belong to? MP 09″.

Since my childhood, I’ve been living in Indore – a good 12 years – 1991 to 2003. What is so special about Indore? Nothing. It’s a “comparatively” small city, with a tiny airport, unclean railway station, crowded bus stand, a few decent malls, good roads here and there, too hot in summer; too cold in winter, power-outages, pollution, corruption, poverty, and so on.

I came to this city from a village (Sardarpur, Dhar) – no English, no etiquette, a total zero. I joined The Daly College, Indore in 1991 – class 1K. I learned new ways, made new friends, perhaps actually started speaking English for the first time here. I touched the first computer of my life in the corridors of this school – perhaps the reason why I became a software engineer lies deeply rooted in this place.

All the childhood mischief, playing cricket on evenings, racing my “un-geared” two wheeler on the roads, playing pranks – and then double crossing our allies to play a double prank – the golden days of my life perhaps. In that mischief, I found some of the greatest friends of my life – it’s just pleasantly surprising that my best friends are as old as 17 years – in my small life of 24.

The deeper I dig into memories, I just keep finding more gold in the heart of Indore – that is what it means to me, and much more which I can’t even express.

Anyways, just taking the liberty of completely flipping the topic to something else. The only vehicle that I own is a bike – it’s not hard to guess that it’s MP 09. Driving this bike in Bangalore and Hyderabad has caused me some trouble. Traffic policemen see a source of unlimited income when my bike crosses them on the road. My bike is stopped and checked many many more times than a local bike.

The procedure to stay out of trouble is as complex as it can be. If your bike has been transported to Hyderabad, don’t use it until -

  1. Madhya Pradesh RTO gives a no-objection certificate to drive it in Andhra Pradesh
  2. You pay Andhra Pradesh road tax, which can happen only after 1.

Perhaps it’s a compelling need that I break the rules, because I can’t wait 4 months for Madhya Pradesh RTO to issue a NOC. As a result, when I get “caught”, I don’t have enough documents to prove myself innocent.

Earlier, I used to be scared about the whole thing. I used to literally beg to be released, at whatever cost I need to pay. Then I realized, it’s not such a big deal. It’s only a small mistake, for which I need to pay a nominal fine, and then I can just go.

Coming to today, a similar thing happened. I was stopped and asked for documents. I promptly declared that I don’t have a NOC and I haven’t paid the road tax. The policeman started saying that they’ll seize my vehicle and I can collect it from court after paying fine. Cooperating, I readily removed the bike key from key-chain and handed it to him.

Then I inquired, what was the fine amount. He asked me what I wanted to pay. Smiling back I said, “Is it not a fixed amount according to some rule? How do I get to decide it?”. I asked him to let me know the fine, and I’ll pay that. Perhaps confused by my behavior, he suggested that I go talk to his senior.

The senior policeman asked me where my documents are, did I have a valid driving license. I showed all documents to him, again declaring that I don’t have a NOC, and didn’t pay the tax. He asserted that I need to get the NOC and pay the tax soon. I sarcastically commented saying “Sir, I don’t run the MP government. How can I control when will they issue a NOC? It has already been 4 months of waiting. I went to the RTO to pay the tax, but they need the NOC, I really can’t do much.”

“Ok, then you need to pay a fine.”

“How much is the fine amount, sir?”

“It varies. Depends, sometimes its 300, sometimes its 500, depends on the case.”

“Ok sir, whatever is the fine amount, I’m ready to pay.”

“How much will you pay?”

“(Confused) Whatever is the fine amount, sir”

“So you are sure you want to pay the fine? It’s valid only for one day.”

“Yes sir, I’ll pay the fine. And you can give me a receipt for it.”

“Ok, you need to go to the main police station to pay. Let’s go?”

“Ok sir, let’s go there.”

“So you are sure you want to pay the fine?”

“Yes sir.”

*another 10 minutes of back and forth*

“Um.. ok, this is your first time. But you need to pay the fine next time. Go now.”

“Ok, thank you sir.”

I didn’t know that being truthful and clean was so beneficial. Perhaps sometimes one has to pay a costly fine, instead of a cheap bribe – but I think it is much more satisfying and fulfilling to our souls than being a coward who bribes his way out on every corner. It also reminds the corrupt officials that they are doing wrong (or that they wont be able to earn any bribe from us), and more often than not, they just let you go without any fine or bribe!

Let’s all pledge to avoid bribing, as much as it’s humanly possible. I know we are all imperfect and weak human beings, but we should never give up trying to be better than what we are.

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.

Zero to sixty in 5 seconds

Blue screen of death

Everyday we see numerous commercials about so many products. In every one of them, they show a unique feature of the product, reasons why you should choose this brand over others. “Zero to sixty in 5 seconds” is one popular phrase used by some bike manufacturers. Today, when I was on the road, I was just casually riding the bike. I noticed the speedometer – it read 65 kmph – it hadn’t been 5 seconds that I had started from zero. Nonetheless, it wasn’t a big deal, I have a bike and it just works.

Imagine what happens when your computer just hangs, or there is a big power outage. We curse that thing so so much, what the hell, why doesn’t it work, its a piece of crap. These days I am facing the same thing, not with some external thing, but my own lower lip. Suddenly out of the blue, it has got a mouth ulcer and some kind of allergy on the outside too. And simple things like eating an apple have become difficult. It is only now that I can feel how much my lips stretch around the apple when I bite it, when I chew it, when I swallow it and even when I rub off the dripping apple juice from my lips.

Maybe failure of these essential entities in our life are a signal, a way of reminding us about their importance. A way of helping us appreciate their marvel and how amazingly well they work when they do. Time and again, I’ve had accidents, illness, bee-bites, and so I understand well how my body parts contribute to my comfort and ease of living.

Well, anyway, I pray to the almighty lower lip that I’ve understood what you’re worth and I’ll always love you, cherish you and take care of you. I’ve learned my lesson, and with all my humbleness, I really really request you that you resume your services as soon as humanly lower-liply possible.

Split personality

Split brainHave you ever felt that someone is watching you? As if all your actions are being telecast on someone’s screen. That all your senses, vision, hearing, touch are being felt by someone else, by some really advanced technology? A lot of times, I feel this happening to me.

Every morning I get ready, walk down to the parking space, put on the FM radio in my ears, put on the helmet, unlock my bike, roll it down the slope, press the ignition and I am flying on the road. The view from inside the helmet and the music in my ears, the wind blowing against my face, the swiftness of my bike and the way it flies like an aeroplane on the road, swinging, braking, accelerating – I feel as if someone else is witnessing all these, as they happen.

Maybe I’m a split personality, an actor and a spectator. Really weird thought, has it happened to you ever?