Dear L,
During college, I used to occupy a corner room in our house which was ostensibly
my workshop & lab. I used to build things there, mostly electronics, sometimes
run experiments etc. I liked this place much more than the workshops in our
college. It was my fun little corner…
Dear L,
Once, on a walk with my Father, he mused about a question that I never managed
to forget. How high a kilometre is, he had asked. The question wasn’t meant to
poke at the international body of standards and measurements — what had struck
me the most was…
Dear L,
On one hot summer day, back when I was in school, a teacher told us about a — at
that time peculiar — a habit of a famous Bengali poet, Rabindranath Tagore
[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabindranath_Tagore] who wouldn’t just publish
his work. He would have a…
Dear L,
Among very few of my pet peeves, one of my most long-standing ones is my mild
repulsion towards scientific descriptions being boiled down to words, devoid of
any underlying mathematical strata. In a world full of contradictions and
misinterpretations, I was and still am to a degree, a…
Dear L,
Lately, I have been in a mild perpetual wonder. How do human minds, not very
different from yours or mine collectively build systems as complicated as
self-driving cars, or rockets? The amount of information contained in the
designs of such systems is too big to be comprehended by…