Yesterday, while on tea table, a faculty friend of mine described, "what research field meant to him, when he was a Ph.D. student". I wish to share that experience with you all.
During Ph.D. time, most of the student take hardly any time to realise, that what they are doing is not what they deserved to do ...... of course, they deserve more ..... neither they feel any excitement about their work ...... what I am doing is pretty mechanical and hardly any research! ... so they say .... and, believe me (read, the faculty friend) .... it is ture!
But, then after a few years you come of the factory as a researcher, a post doc.. and most of time, the same field becomes your passion ..... your life ..... your ultimate love ...... I love this... I always wanted to do this ..... so you say .... and again believe me ..... it is true..... again!
Nothing great about it ..... same thing happens every-where ...... while in the market, everyone wishes to marry the top 10 females in the world ...... ash, I love her ...... Julia, yessss..... angelina, hummmm .... J Lo, ooops..... sharapova, no words ..... and so on
And again almost always happens, that you get to marry only the 11th best in your life ...... for first six months, you start realising...... this is no good .... I deserved better .... look at that Panse ..... he is really lucky ..... (by the way, the same Panse must be looking forward to Mr. Sane the next door....possible) ..... ohh, mrs. singh....aah, just perfect....
And, just about six months after the marriage, (when you realise, this is the best you can afford) you accept it as your life .... our love increased day by day .... she is the best ..... I always wanted a girl like her ...
.... true or not, but research is just like marriage.... you always fall where you never wanted to be.... but you always end up loving it up .... living it up
Friday, July 28, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Silly we think ...
Working in the field of high energy physics is now a days has become more like digging for a rash of gold in the dustful of mine. The only difference is that the golden track is a new particle (or a pile up of many basic elements, the decay products) and the mine is the enormous data sampled over ages. And more than anything, what needs your presence is this data mining.
And you have to just clever...not only in picking up the correct...but also in picking up correctly....what one would say....picking up smartly....
the nature does speak to you....but to understand it, you need to have the interpreter.....the detectors ...... and just as good as any other interpreter, detectors have their own personal touch in everything!
in all this, what can save you is called statistics....starting from detector calibration to authentication of your result...everything can be fitted nicely, only if you have good statistics...that is size of the data.....
provided we now understand the nature to a very great extent, the state-of-art research in High energy Physics demands question about particles one can't even think of seeing in his dreams.....what I mean is they are unimaginably tiny .....
So, we go for higher...much higher....no, in fact pretty much higher data size .... and that makes life worse .... you will have to spend more time analysing it ..... and believe it or not...but running your simple code on the whole data may take even months to finish.....
and here, you got to be smarter...much smarter....no, in fact pretty much smarter ..... and that makes life even worse..... you will have to go for clusters with more computers....... computers with many processors.... and processors with more speed .... so what one technically calls .... n nod clusters with multicore processors ...... (And there comes GRID computing, but more on this later)
but hardware always have a limit...the limit of its own physics ..... (does that remind you of Ouroboros : the famous tail eating snake?).... so you got to invoke software possibilities ... that is nothing but your brain .....( it is like biology coming to rescue of the Ouroboros, by taking its life away, before it eats up itself whole) .... so you device smart ways to reduce the data size you wish to tackle with ....
it is called skimming ... that means, collecting only that part of data, meaningful to you ..... when I started adopting this idea.... I thought, it will be great to store only useful events into a separate data file and use this file instead of the whole data for future analysis ..... and now, I am gauging for how silly I think I am .....
isn't it possible to make a data file called index file , which stores indices, mentioning which event amongst the full data is useful and which is not?.... won't it take smaller space and less efforts than storing the same data events again separately? ......
research is nothing about thinking ..... it is all about smart thinking .....
After all successful people don't do different things, they do things differently
And you have to just clever...not only in picking up the correct...but also in picking up correctly....what one would say....picking up smartly....
the nature does speak to you....but to understand it, you need to have the interpreter.....the detectors ...... and just as good as any other interpreter, detectors have their own personal touch in everything!
in all this, what can save you is called statistics....starting from detector calibration to authentication of your result...everything can be fitted nicely, only if you have good statistics...that is size of the data.....
provided we now understand the nature to a very great extent, the state-of-art research in High energy Physics demands question about particles one can't even think of seeing in his dreams.....what I mean is they are unimaginably tiny .....
So, we go for higher...much higher....no, in fact pretty much higher data size .... and that makes life worse .... you will have to spend more time analysing it ..... and believe it or not...but running your simple code on the whole data may take even months to finish.....
and here, you got to be smarter...much smarter....no, in fact pretty much smarter ..... and that makes life even worse..... you will have to go for clusters with more computers....... computers with many processors.... and processors with more speed .... so what one technically calls .... n nod clusters with multicore processors ...... (And there comes GRID computing, but more on this later)
but hardware always have a limit...the limit of its own physics ..... (does that remind you of Ouroboros : the famous tail eating snake?).... so you got to invoke software possibilities ... that is nothing but your brain .....( it is like biology coming to rescue of the Ouroboros, by taking its life away, before it eats up itself whole) .... so you device smart ways to reduce the data size you wish to tackle with ....
it is called skimming ... that means, collecting only that part of data, meaningful to you ..... when I started adopting this idea.... I thought, it will be great to store only useful events into a separate data file and use this file instead of the whole data for future analysis ..... and now, I am gauging for how silly I think I am .....
isn't it possible to make a data file called index file , which stores indices, mentioning which event amongst the full data is useful and which is not?.... won't it take smaller space and less efforts than storing the same data events again separately? ......
research is nothing about thinking ..... it is all about smart thinking .....
After all successful people don't do different things, they do things differently
Monday, July 17, 2006
Wetting the glass
For a long time she had been alone now.....but his memories always remained with her...within her.... she never had imagined her existence without him..... she never existed without him .... he was always with her, will always be .....
They always used to come here .... every flower in this garden was their friend.... every bird had its song woven for them.... every bench in the corners was a mute witness of the immense love they shared .... the dew drops on the leaves glittered every morning in pride of sharing their great warmth for each other.....
and whenever they came here.... no one could stop them talking to each other, but the time, which always flew the fastest then and only then ..... as if, it was in a hurry to carry this experience to someone more beloved .....
they always had a great many things to share ..... they always had ..... even after 50 years of successful married life ..... their friends envied them... but the more they loved each other ....
It was the respect for each other, which made them love each other and not just the love which should have made them respect each other ..... that was the secret of their ever increasing involvement ... the ever increasing depth of their love .... how could friends ever understand this?
and now... that she was sitting alone on the same bench .... she spread her shaking hand beside her ..... the moist of the dews reminded her of his touch when he was dying ..... the hold of his hand was telling her..... I will be with you ... I will be ... and I am with you!
A salty track of tear rolled down her wrinkled chin .... wetting her glasses ..... and she felt his existence again... again...and again, in the wet glass ...looking straight into her eyes
A smile on her face....was what he always demanded....demanded, to keep him alive .... and she was smiling ....
This snap was taken at the Mt. Tsukuba (Tsukuba-san) excursion!
They always used to come here .... every flower in this garden was their friend.... every bird had its song woven for them.... every bench in the corners was a mute witness of the immense love they shared .... the dew drops on the leaves glittered every morning in pride of sharing their great warmth for each other.....
and whenever they came here.... no one could stop them talking to each other, but the time, which always flew the fastest then and only then ..... as if, it was in a hurry to carry this experience to someone more beloved .....
they always had a great many things to share ..... they always had ..... even after 50 years of successful married life ..... their friends envied them... but the more they loved each other ....
It was the respect for each other, which made them love each other and not just the love which should have made them respect each other ..... that was the secret of their ever increasing involvement ... the ever increasing depth of their love .... how could friends ever understand this?
and now... that she was sitting alone on the same bench .... she spread her shaking hand beside her ..... the moist of the dews reminded her of his touch when he was dying ..... the hold of his hand was telling her..... I will be with you ... I will be ... and I am with you!
A salty track of tear rolled down her wrinkled chin .... wetting her glasses ..... and she felt his existence again... again...and again, in the wet glass ...looking straight into her eyes
A smile on her face....was what he always demanded....demanded, to keep him alive .... and she was smiling ....
This snap was taken at the Mt. Tsukuba (Tsukuba-san) excursion!
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