When I was a child, I had a friend in the neighborhood. A smart (and slightly nerdy) kid, not unlike myself. We used to hang out, play badminton and do physics experiments. By the time we were teenagers, we kind of drifted apart, as our paths diverged. في وقت لاحق, I went the IIT-USA, global-citizen-route and ended up in Singapore. He, of more modest ambitions, stayed back at home, and got a job roughly similar to what my father used to do. I kept hearing of him, although I never really ran into him. He got married, probably had a couple of kids, and everything must have been going smoothly, even a bit dully. But a couple of years ago he suddenly died of leukemia.
Another day, another American school shooting. The predictable aftermath will be “thoughts and prayers” (although people use different words now because of the current climate of skepticism), another pointless debate over gun laws, and a few “never agains” and “never forgets”. Instead of those exercises in futility, I thought I would write about some other curious aspects of America’s deadly romance with guns.
My mom used to say that when your child is as big as you, you have to treat them with respect. What she actually said was that you had to address them using a respectful form of “أنت,” which doesn’t make any sense in English, but may work in Hindi or French. It worked poetically well in Malayalam. I was reminded of this maternal pearl of wisdom recently when I was watching a movie with my son.
Life is full of contradictions.
I am attending a research retreat on mindfulness and contemplative practices at the beautiful Garrison Institute. I am learning a lot of interesting things, and meeting a lot of like-minded and excellent people – the kind of people with whom I could have deep conversation about the unreal nature of reality, unlike most people from other walks of life would politely and tactfully excuse themselves when I get a bit unreal.
أنا انتهيت للتو من فترة ولايتي الأولى أستاذا في جامعة سنغافورة للإدارة,,en,درست دورة الجامعيين دعا الحاسوب كأداة تحليل,,en,وهو على محاكاة العمليات التجارية ودعم اتخاذ القرار التي تعتمد على البيانات,,en,كان لي عن,,en,في ثلاثة أقسام من ثلاث ساعات الفصول الدراسية كل في الأسبوع,,en,أود أن أقول كل شيء كان تجربة مثرية جدا,,en,سيتم شرح الأسباب وراء هذا البيان على,,en,نظرية وافترض,,en,هذا المقال غير واقعي,,en. I taught an undergraduate course called Computer as an Analysis Tool, which is on business modelling and data-driven decision support. I had about 130 الطلاب, in three sections of three classroom hours each per week. I have to say the whole thing was a very enriching experience. بالطبع, the reasons behind this statement will be expounded on, theorized and hypothesized – this is Unreal Blog, بعد كل شيء.
At some point in our life, we come to accept the fact we are closer to death than life. What lies ahead is definitely less significant than what is left behind. These are the twilight years, and I have come to accept them. With darkness descending over the horizons, and the long shadows of misspent years and evaded human conditions slithering all around me, I peer into the void, into an eternity of silence and dreamlessness. فمن almost time.
التعليم هو مهنة نبيلة و مجزية. As my sunset career, I have accepted a faculty position at Singapore Management University, تعليم تحليلات البيانات والنمذجة الأعمال في كلية نظم المعلومات. هذه الموضوعات الجلوس بشكل جيد مع بلدي entrepreneurial ventures from earlier this year on data analytics and process automation, التي كانت كلها جزء من بلدي من الاعتزال.
منذ سلسلة آخر على الجزيئات والتفاعلات أصبحت لفترة أطول قليلا مما كنت أرغب, ظننت انني سوف تقسيمها. دعونا نبدأ مع خلاصة الفيزياء الحديثة التي من شأنها أن سوف تحتاج إلى فهم بنية المادة.