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I am and therefore I think.
An inspired antithesis of Cogito, ergo sum (I think therefore I am) - Rene Descartes



Will evolve into a fictional compilation, perhaps?
The title not known yet.
Chapter I - The Departures
Chapter 2 - The Dialogue



We do what we are trained to do, bred to do, born to do.
- The 300 Spartans


We inhabit a world of intersecting secrecies. We live and die at the places at which those secrecies meet. Thats what we accept.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but time and chance happen to them all.
- Munich




[ Parenthood and More ... ]




Sita in Berlin




There is hardly any need to have everything complicated. As long as there is faith, trust, respect and optimism, life is simple and easy ... of course with its moments, and beauty in intricacy.


I got your letter. I wanted to call you but I took some time because I was thinking about what had happened, and also because I wanted to finish reading your novel. Its really good Miles, who cares if it didn't get published. If it describes your personal experiences, you have really gone through a lot. But I thought the ending was confusing. Did the father commit suicide todwards the end? I have been dying to find that out... Well if you ever happen to come around here, drop by the restraunt. I may not be here for long, because I am graduating and would want to relocate.
-Maya, Sideways


She touches your soul.. and of all the people, she is the only one so blinded by love that all your faults seem like marvels to her. She questions you, she forgives you, and she makes you feel your own dreams. She is so vulnerable that you feel complete knowing that you are there for her. Yet she is so strong that you depend on her. When it no longer seems that you both are struggling to preserve your individuality, and living for each other doesn't any longer seem different from living your own life... then perhaps you unite and become one.. you become soulmates.. as they say.



most interesing things are complex systems: internet, air traffic control, government, weather, bf/gf, ....
--Prof. Mendel Rosenblum, in his class notes on Operating Systems



[ Gratitude ]



the rain drops bounced off the water surface and fell in again. the sound of the drizzle merged with that of the falling drops. the little boy dressed in a yellow raincoat and big black boots, spotted an insect trying to stay afloat. He picked a dry leaf from under a tree, put the drowning insect on it and watched it sail away. he wiped his hands against his coat and smiled. earlier today in his school, the kids had been mean to the boy suffering from flu. "don't go near him or you will fall sick too". everybody had walked away, and had left the boy crying all by himself in the school playground. he had walked upto him, held his arm and told him,"don't cry, you will be ok".
as the bee pollinated the flower drenched in rain water, the pigeons sat perched on the branch of that tree, huddled together trying to keep warm. whenever it rained, they would all fly and sit on the same branch, meaning to say to each other: we all will be together through this time, and the rain will stop soon.
I wonder why they still say that life is not a fancy story .... and that we have to make our own happy endings.



Amidst the fog he sauntered, aimlessly, as melancholy and peace prevailed around him. He looked aroud and saw a few mountains through the fog: a chill ran down his spine. His skin breathed and his body felt weightless as he walked down the slope. With his existence lost in that vast unpopulated land, he didn't feel restless, he didn't feel lonely: the solitude brought him peace. Every small and careful step he took, he felt the grass touch his feet and saw the vegetation smile and relish his presence. He did not feel blissful. As his lanky naked body moved freely across the land, plants breathed, wind blew, and the sun kept shining over the thick clouds.







Weiner was just about my height, may be a bit shorter, and he weighed 300 pounds. I did not weigh him. But I had an officemate at MIT who weighed 300 pounds. I used to ride with him on his motorbike. I would put my hands around him to get support. So I knew how big a guy who weighs 300 pounds is.

Prof. Weinder could be seen wandering in the hallway puffing on his cigar. He would look upwards as he would walk down the hallway, his cigar being at an angle theta to the ground. The hallway led to stairs. The buildings in campus were interconnected and that prevented us from freezing to death. This one time Prof. Weiner was walking down the hallway puffing on his cigar. He came close to the stairs. If one didn't stop him he could fall down the stairs and kill himself but if one disturbed his thoughts one could push science back by 10 years. He did not fall down the stairs.

There was a joke about him published in the student's magazine: Weiner was puffing on his cigar and he forgot where he was. He stopped a student and asked him if he was going towards or returning from the cafeteria. The student told him that he was returning from the cafeteria. Weiner said, "Good. Then I must have eaten."

Weiner was a child prodigy. He came to Harvard as an undergrad at the age of 13. This reminds me of Mozart. Mozart started composing operas when he was seven. Some of his works from that age are performed until today. Weiner became a professor at MIT. Weiner had a childlike personality. He was immodest, and absolutely absent minded. But everybody tolerated him because they loved him.

The last I saw Weiner was at a conference in Moscow in 1960. He did not live long after that.

Recollections by Prof. Widrow as narrated by him in his class
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For six months I had been banging my head against the wall. My advisor cautioned me that several people had looked at quantization noise and nobody had done what I was doing. I told him that I was interested in the problem. I was young and foolish, I sill am (laughs).
That morning I drew this picture on the blackboard, and figured out my thesis topic. For about a year that followed, I could not wait to go to my office every morning. I felt like an explorer who had discovered this cave where nobody had gone before. This cave had hidden treasure.

Prof. Widrow, on himself, in his class
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It does not require amazing people with gifts to do marvels, but good people willing to work hard.







A remarkable thing about him is that he is curious about everything, and he is fast, even at the age of 80. His interests vary from one area of Mathematics to another. One day he'll be in New York discussing number theory with me, and then he'll fly down to Chicago to work on a problem on random graphs. I don't exacty know what goes on in his mind. I believe there are a whole bunch of theories in there, and these come out in form of questions that he asks people he collaborates with.




If you did not find happiness in your own little backyard, you never knew all along what it was.




"Twenty five long years," he said, with a mix of comtemplative frown and assured smile. As he bent to shed the ash off his cigar, sun came on his face from the glass of coffee house window and his spectacles reflected the sunlight into his eyes. He didn't seem to mind. He paused briefly as he gently tapped the cigar against the ash tray, moved back in his chair and became his reserved self again.
Vince is a stable headed wise man. He usually has this smile on his face, the smile of an unassuming, thinking and blessed man, one who always knows what is right. Vince is tolerant, forgiving and for all his qualities, he is much too humble.

"And it'll be ten more soon". Sam loves attractive faces and money; he notices people, cuts through their instincts and exposes the most private of their prejudices. Sam likes shooting and boxing. He is ambitious, impulsive and headstrong and wants to look mature and powerful. A decent watch and a good pair of shoes to match a man's physique, and there's nothing more he thinks a man needs.

"Life has been generous", said Chris, seated with his hands folded, shoulders drooping and back bent a little. Chris is a modest man, he walks modest, talks modest. He's never been heard loud. He loves people: all living beings for that matter.

Vince, Sam and Chris have been pals ever since they remember. Inspite of all their differences, something binds them, keeps them together.

They are the same age. Todays their birthday.


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We







Hope is a good thing... may be the best of things... and no good thing ever dies......





What one man can do, another can do.








Do not underestimate a human being.




[ Defensive Stands ]



[ MC diwali ]



"But only in their dreams can men be truly free. Twas always thus, and always thus shall be."-Dead Poets Society



[ The Haircut ]



Why do you think I am here, breathing, working, brooding on my vain prejudices, balancing beautifully the roadway to a happy ideal life; yeah, I do certainly pride myself with humility and compassion; a selfless surface with deep rooted pride in selfish motives - privileged to be human as I am , vain of my instincts, I enjoy discussions on purpose, causality, beauty and abstract flavors, bull shit!
Modesty, insecurity, vulnerability: undeniably my cloaks for denial of sick weaknesses.



[ Shoe Shine ]


Good Bye IBM ....


Dear people who cared for me and made kind wishes for me on the day, I feel indebted to you. I promise to try to prove myself as loving and generous. For dear people who remembered but did not communicate, I love you and I want to let you know that I feel hurt and ignored. For dear people who did not remember, I know I have to try to stand up to becoming worthy of your affection.

September 6, 2003



everyday i look at myself and i see that i get transformed, as waves of time go berserk and carry me along. i want to go to a happy place and be there for a while, and i see moutains and i see sun and i see flowers. i try to be with her, and i try to be with me, and i try to be happy. i want to go to a happy place and be there for a while, and i see strength and i see admiration and i try to be with them. i want to go to a happy place and i talk to Him for a while and i feel happy that He doesn't judge me, but i don't listen to them when they talk and ask me to bow, ask me to be afraid and ask me to follow. waves of time go berserk and carry me along, i stand by the pond and i think and i think hard, if ever i'll know, what it means to smoke in a galaxy so huge, if that matters to somebody, if somebody watches that i breathe, that i feel, that i smile. when has man been so weak, so powerless ever. helplessness melts the ego so huge, it hurts bad, but the dangerous hope, does always whisper cunningly - keep up the faith, as waves of time go berserk and carry me along.






I'm with T.J. Watson Labs for the summers and will be back at Stanford in Fall.
I've switched my cell phone and the service, and updated the number in the contact information.
Take care, I love you too.



Zillions of electrons traversing the transistors of weirdly named chips help you browse this text; zillions of neural connections in my worthy brain (pardon me for my presumptousness) and your worthy brain (that I swear is not sheer modesty), make our interaction possible.

Didn't mean to bore you with that crap; but we become so used to accepting things as they are, that the subtle phenomena behind them seem amazing.. and bizarre! Moral of the story: the next time you desperately need to gulp down a cup of sweet coffee, analyze the crystal structure of sugar first...
Enough is enough.. Right then..

Hi! I am Jatinder, pursuing my Ph.D. in EE at Stanford University. And did I mention that.. disclaimers apply to the warning that this page is damned to be eternally under construction.




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