Author: Nair

Epiphany

A hot summer evening in Chennai. Well, hot would be an understatement. As far as weather goes, it’s hot, hotter, Chennai. As I ordered a cup corn and turned around aimlessly looking for a place to rest my hindquarters, I ran into a friend and a friend of my friend, casually lolling around the corner. After exchanging polite pleasantries, I was invited to a brief session of what would under extraneous circumstances qualify as ‘small-talk’.

‘Do you know he’s been here in IIT for 9 years now?. Isn’t that amazing!’

The sudden jolt of surrealism washed over me. I thought to myself, ‘Yeah, that’s by far–hands down–the most amazing thing I’ve done in my life’. I wondered whether it was his nigga way of saying, ‘Bitch, you be crazy’. Or have I suddenly become part of some campus tour program. ‘And in this cage, you’ll find the village idiot who thinks staying in campus for exorbitantly long durations is an idea worth considering. Don’t worry. He doesn’t bite.’

I looked calmly at the countenance of my soon-to-be-acquaintance. What’s the saying? If life gives you lemons, you ask for a refund. ‘Yeah, it’ll be 9 years this summer.’

‘So you were in the same hostel all these years?’

‘No. I was in Ganga for five and Pampa for the remainder.’

The FomF who was lackadaisically sniffing around for signs of estrogen suddenly turned to me and said: ‘That sounds like a demotion, if you ask me’.

‘Yeah. I wanted the change in hostels to reflect the changing circumstances of my life in IIT.’ They laughed. I laughed. Right now would be a case in point.

‘So you must have seen lots of change happening in insti.’

I think I sort of understand why the old kind feel the need to describe all their experiences to the young kinds. The grandpa in me finally has an audience. And they’re asking for it. ‘Yeah. Each hostel used to have it’s own mess hall where seniors and juniors used to dine together. There was no Himalaya you see, and no option to change the caterers. So when Himalaya was opened, it was all the rage. You could finally choose your own poison.’

I then started wondering why that whole tidbit was about food. But then I didn’t. I am a foodie. If there’s one thing you can hate about this place, it is the lack of good food. I mean, in every other Indian metro, I’ve found those small joints where you’d get nice food at a cheap rate. Not in Chennai. It’s either your wallet or your stomach. One of them definitely has to give.

My friend–who by this time might seem like an imaginary entity to you–interrupted. ‘But I always see you eating outside. You never do go to Himalaya, do you?’

‘My man. Himalaya to me now is like a place of worship. I hardly enter that place.’ I thought that was a smart reply. I mentally patted myself on the back. Well done.

‘Oh come on. You didn’t have to bring that stuff into this.’

‘Bring what stuff? Even in a temple, you really don’t enter the srikovil do you? You admire the beauty of the place, worship its magnificence and move on.’

I think they’ve had enough of me by then. We said our goodbyes. Finally the round of 21 questions was over and I could proceed chewing the cud of corn.

And you ask why I am not the élan vital of parties. Happy hunting!

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Here ego’s nothing: Googlegangers

I just did a random search on google today to see if my blog is still around. After all, it’s been ages since I posted anything. (We parted ways when I left to split hairs and get a PhD in the process).  This is what google spat back at me!

I still remember reading Martin Gardner’s articles in Scientific American on self-referencing, and they’ve had a lasting impression on me. So this video was particularly delightful, mainly for the title, if not anything else. In the end, the trip along the Moebius strip brought me back to where I started. My tea stall.

Here goes nothing!

Best new thing in the world today : Alarm clocks

Ever thought that getting up in the morning was the most difficult thing you had to do? There might be ways to make larks out of you owls yet. How you might ask. Well how indeed

1.) MIT developed an alarm clock that jumps off the table, runs and hides from the user when you hit the snooze button. So you have to get up the next time it rings. And it hides in a different location each time.
2.) A dumbell alarm clock which requires you to lift it up and do 30 reps to turn it off. So the fitness freaks get their work-out done and you are up and ready for work bright and early.

And the killer
3.) An alarm clock that donates money to a political cause you hate every time you hit the snooze button. If that thought doesn’t wake you up, I don’t know what will.


The best new thing in the world today and yes go get some sleep 🙂

Nature in sync

What are the secrets behind the apparent synchronicity we find in nature? Watch these two videos. The first one talks about the weird phenomenon that happened at the opening of the London Millenium bridge in June 2000.

Any theories or explanations? Are the people consciously correcting their gaits to align with the bridge vibrations? Is consciousness necessary to synchronize? To put it in even more stronger terms, do you need to be alive in order to synchronize? Watch the following video.

Do you see any similarity in the lateral motion of the metronomes and the people on the bridge? Kroor has also posted about some aspects of natural synchrony in his blog. The case of the fireflies glowing in harmony was particularly interesting to me. While I was looking for a video on that, I found this wonderful TED talk by Steven Strogatz where he encapsulates all these ideas with a greater perspective (with obvious impacts on the way this post finally turned out or maybe it’s just a massive case of hindsight bias!). In the end it is all about simple systems following simple rules.

Common knowledge

In this post, I want to talk about some puzzles which deal with common knowledge, or rather a change in the common knowledge. In logic, something is a common knowledge if it is known to all, if they know that they all know it, if they know that they know… so on ad infinitum.

The first one involves cheating husbands. In a village it so happens that  some all the husbands cheat on their wives but the more interesting part is that everyone knows about the cheaters but for the poor wives. The wife of a cheater knows all the cheaters in the village except her husband because if she knew she would surely kill him (No compromises). So they don’t talk to each other about  this cheating business. One day a fakir who always speaks the truth  (as opposed to the truth , the whole truth and nothing but the truth) comes to the village and tells the villagers that there is at least one cheater in the village. What effect if any do the fakir‘s words have on the lives of the villagers?1

An identical problem that had been circulating on the web a while ago concerned a group of 1000 islanders who either had blue eyes or brown eyes. They know the eye colour of every other person but theirs and their religion forbids them from conversing about their eye colours. This was because once they know their eye colour they have to sacrifice themselves to the God (and they are so loyal that they do). Once a foreigner comes to the island and oblivious to these rules exclaimed that he was happy to see at least one other blue eyed person on the island. For the sake of answering the question, we can assume that there are 250 people with blue eyes. Again would the foreigner’s statement in any way affect the islanders?

As always the hard problem (at least it was for me) comes last. A questioner  hands out an envelope each to two people with a number written on them. The  questioner tells them that the two numbers are consecutive (n and n+1). Each person knows the number on his envelope but not on the other person’s. Then he asks them one after  another whether they know what the two numbers are to which they are to reply  either “I know” or “I don’t know” and nothing else. It turns out that after a few such rounds of saying “I don’t know”, one of them suddenly says “I know” following the other person immediately says “Now, I know too”  (Don’t nitpick. The game is over.) What was the logic if any that was used by the two people to come up with the numbers? There was no planning before, no cheating and the two people are eminent logicians.

SPOILER ALERT! Answers in the next paragraph.

In all of the above cases, it so happens the new information radically changes the common knowledge of the group and leads to the death of all the cheating husbands in the first problem and the suicide of all the islanders in 1000 days in the second problem. In the last puzzle, no matter how big the two consecutive numbers are they always get the two numbers in the end if questioned enough number of times.


1.Thanks Anant (LK) for clearing up “some” issues. If all the husbands are not cheaters, then there is a good chance that innocent husbands would get killed.

The Tower of Brahma

Three needles are fixed on a flat plate. On one of these needles are placed sixty-four discs, the largest disc resting on the plate and the others getting smaller and smaller up to the top one. The objective is to move all the discs from one needle to another subject to the following rules. You must only move one disk at a time, and there must never be a smaller disc below a larger one during the transfer. What is the minimum number of moves required to complete the transfer of all the sixty-four discs? (Hint: Start with two discs and then three and so on. Do you see a pattern?)

This puzzle is popularly known as the Tower of Brahma (Tower of Hanoi). Instead of providing a solution, it is interesting to look at another related puzzle which has a lot of similar elements. In fact, it is not much of a puzzle as it is a hint to the previous question.

There was a king who was so pleased with his minister for teaching him the game of chess that he offered him a reward of his choice. The minister asked the king to give him one grain of wheat to put on the first square of the chessboard, two on the second square, four on the third square and so on doubling the number of grains for each square all the way up to the 64th square. The king agreed to his request while silently enjoying the thought that his minister has turned down a golden opportunity to ask for a part of his kingdom or treasury. But he soon realized his folly and had to behead the minister to avoid the shame of being indebted to him.

Well, it turns out that the number of grains of wheat the king had to give the minister equals the number of moves required to transfer the discs from one needle to another and it is such an astronomically huge number1 that the king was left with no other choice. It is said that Lord Brahma placed sixty-four golden discs on diamond needles in a temple in Benares at the moment of Creation. And when all the discs are transferred to another needle, the world along with all his creations will come to an end.

While these two puzzles are relatively simpler, there is another problem which a shopkeeper near my house once asked me. Though I figured out the solution after much effort, I still don’t have any kind of a proof which would take me to the answer. Any help in this regard would be much appreciated. Here’s the question:

He had a weight of mass 40kg which fell down one day and split neatly into four pieces2. On later inspection he realized that he could now weigh any mass from one through forty using these four new pieces. How much do each of the new pieces weigh3?


1. 264 – 1
2. Of course it didn’t happen to him. That’s the way he told me the puzzle.
3. 1kg, 3kg, 9kg and 27kg.

Can’t hear you

With the final match of the 2010 World Cup finals about to start in a few minutes, I decided to post a bit about those annoying little stadium horns called vuvuzelas. Kroor already wrote a post on this and I was wondering what is it about these horns that irritate people. I used to mute the television while watching the matches to prevent further hearing loss (My hearing is bad as it is.)

A standard vuvuzela is tuned roughly to B flat below middle C and has a frequency similar to speech tones. I found the following bit of info on wiki.

Notch filtering, an audio filtration technique, is proposed to reduce the vuvuzela sound in broadcasts and increase clarity of commentary audio. The vuvuzela produces notes at a frequency of approximately 235 Hz and its first partial at 465 Hz. However, this filtration technique affects the clarity of commentary audio. The publication of adaptive filters by universities and organisations address this issue by preserving the amplitude and clarity of the commentators’ voices and crowd noise. Such filtration techniques have been adopted by some cable television providers.

Various vuvuzela filters are available in the market. But Trevor Cox, the president of the Institute of Acoustics (UK) and professor of acoustics at Salford University suspects the  efficacy  of these “notch out”  gadgets.

I’m looking at its wave patterns and there are at least six very strong harmonics in there. It would sound really horrible to notch these out – if one coincides with the vowel sound e, you won’t be able to hear the –es in the commentary. It would sound unnatural. It’s physically impossible to play a sound to cancel out another sound coming from your television. It sounds constant, but the noise is too random to be cancelled out.

So blocking the sound is out of the question as it disrupts commentary. Sound engineers in broadcasting stations have been advised to dip certain frequencies when the massed horns are blowing particularly loudly.

Get used to it. It’s a part of African  footballing culture. says FIFA president Sepp Blatter. This is the same dimwit who had earlier announced that technology has no place in football (Yeah that helps! Ask any England or Mexican fan what they think about that.)

Hearing loss is permanent you see, as the hair cells in the inner ear won’t regenerate. This is why your sense of hearing deteriorates as you grow old. We apparently know very little about how hearing works. We for instance don’t exactly know how the hair cells transform acoustic waves into neural signals which we interpret as sound (source).

Are vuvuzelas going to be banned in future matches? I don’t know. But I really don’t want to watch football matches in mute. Do you?