My Portrait...

Today I was cleaning my files, in the lab and I found my portrait, done by a cute little artist. In the summer on either side of the river in Paris, we find many artists doing portrait of people, I always liked it, but never had patience to sit and do one for myself. But few months back once, when me and my boss, Chris was in a meeting and Martha, his daughter was sitting with us, did this portrait of me and Chris. So, that’s the portrait of me and Chris, and that’s Martha with her brother, taken during a lab picnic. Aren’t we (she & me) cute?

Sit Back and Relax!

Guess, which is the best country to work? Obviously it’s France! Its just 35hrs per week and 5 weeks of paid holiday per year! It’s really wonderful to see people being so relaxed, with nice outings in the weekend, and long summer and winter holidays. I feel this type of system really improve the efficiency in work too. Work hard and then sit back and relax. Great food, and beautiful towns to visit. Wow! It’s just a beautiful, poetic life style.I am slowly getting into this life style; I use to be really workaholic like any other IT guy in India. Going for a Roman holiday, very soon.Also waiting a free trip around the world. A friend of mine, Arjun is going around the world, mostly on road, except for few hops over the oceans. The best part is that he is a good photographer, so let’s wait for free world trip through his artistic eyes...Here is just preview, from his recent trip to china (that’s not part of his world trip)I have posted here few photos stolen from his web site. Check out for more in his online album and blog.

Meet Micha...

Sometime in our life we meet some people, and just know for a short term, but feel as if ‘Janam Janam ka Bhandan ho!’ (A Hindi Slang used to say that you know a person from previous birth)! The one in the photo, Micha is one like that for me. Well! If you think that he look like an intellectual in the photo, then you are very correct! After a long time, got a friend who treats me like a kid with tender care and affection, I feel so cozy in his presence, and makes me revisit my childhood. As I was discussing about the incompleteness and a bit of arrogance in Invictus with him, he quoted me this nice Poem ‘IF’ by Rudyard Kipling. The following is my favorite lines from the poem.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

My friend Ahamar gave a beautiful definition for poetry!
“Poetry is a manifestation of personal thought and mood put forward by profound and powerful words that is often an outcome of the poet’s emotions and feelings transformed through words. Good poetry is not weaved or made up, it’s like love, it is not made to please or impress anyone, the moment it is it becomes synthetic and commercial”.

I love the comparison of ‘Poetry’ and ‘Love', two beautiful manifestation of emotion,which can stand the tough test of time. If you have taken a road, not traveled by many and often feel lost in a foreign land, then all you need is lucky enough to have good friends around! Touch wood. I am lucky!

Rendez-vous with Technology…

25 years back, I use to spend my summer holidays in my dad’s village Aruppukottai, (Humm! Difficult to point it in a map of Tamil Nadu) in my grandma’s house, place which is close to my heart, I remember getting up early in the morning at 5, with my aunty to go to temples, that’s how she starts her day, From morning 5 to mid night, until my uncle returns back from his rice mill, the doors of the house are never closed, friends of my aunt, uncle and my cousins just walk in anytime into the kitchen, to taste some delicious food cooked by my aunty (she is one of the best cook, still make me drool, just by thinking about it) , and discuss their day, work and problems with my aunty, who is also a very patient listener. Even in the afternoons, when people in the house have a small nap, I have seen the milk vendor walking into the kitchen to put milk for evening tea. (That’s my aunty in the picture, with my little niece)

25 years later, now I live in a Paris apartment, with a digital door code, and an intercom, my friends have to buzz me, before entering the building, People are just isolating themselves, within three doors, with complicated locks. Is closing of house door is the reason behind psychiatrist opening their doors in the west? Well! I still crash land in my friend’s house through Google talk, skype and through my blog. We are getting closer in virtual space more, than in reality. Are we really a social Animal?

Invictus..

My current project for my thesis is to study the Diatoms under different stresses, like the nutrient limitation etc. It’s amazing to see how these single celled organisms handle stress so beautifully, by switching on and off different genes. Most of the single cell organisms make a thick wall around itself to escape from extreme stressed conditions, thus they conquer the unfavorable conditions, but once they see the ‘happy’ environment, they break over the wall around them and go back to the tender, ‘happy’ state. Part of the story is true with us, humans too. Right? Various stresses we face, make us strong and tough, but do we return back to the tender, happy state? Most of the time we get stuck with this victories condition, declaring ourselves as ‘Invictus’ (Unconquered).

        Invictus
  Out of the night that covers me,
       Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
  I thank whatever gods may be
       For my unconquerable soul.

  In the fell clutch of circumstance
       I have not winced nor cried aloud.
  Under the bludgeonings of chance
       My head is bloody, but unbowed.

  Beyond this place of wrath and tears
       Looms but the Horror of the shade,
  And yet the menace of the years
       Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

  It matters not how strait the gate,
       How charged with punishments the scroll,
  I am the master of my fate:
       I am the captain of my soul. 

Yeah! This Poem Invictus by William Henley (1875) was quoted by Timothy, just before his execution. Invictus, a beautiful poem, the first two lines of each stanza talks about the ‘unfavorable’ condition which we come across, and the following two lines says how tough the poet was, to overcome to these ‘unfavorable’ conditions. But do we ever go back to the tender, innocent childhood in the happy stress free ‘environment’? Unlike the diatoms, we start hiding inside the dormant, thick walled tough state of a 'hardened person', calling ourselves, the Invictus , yet prejudiced and insensitive to the ‘happy’ environment… Lets these diatoms redefine the term ‘Invictus’!