An Unsual Eye on the Usual World

Here is the pot we have at our home. It is a bit shady at one side because of poor craftsmanship and it doesn't work great at cooling the water too (we bought a faulty piece 😢) ,. Nevertheless it still does the job of holding water. Looking at it, I wondered a lot of things. Why are we still using it? Do we still need them? Pots here are old and are fashioned not so good Summers in India get very hot: close to 50℃. In such scorching heat it is important to have to some cold water at home to cool ourselves from time to time. What actually happens inside the pot that keeps the water cool? Answer to this question is complicated, but I will try to make it simple into three sentences. Water perspires through the seeping small punctures/perforations that exists between the particles of grains of mud particles (which are incredibly tiny and microscopic). The heatness contained in water pushes the moving water molecules (Brownian motion) into the pores leaving behind other wat...

Review - Symmetry Rules

Symmetry Rules: How Science and Nature Are Founded on Symmetry by Joe Rosen My rating: 5 of 5 stars This is not a single time read at all. You need to go back and read it the second time to get a complete grasp of it. But, you need a little mathematical foundation, familiarity and a little physics foundation, also a little art foundations to completely grasp what the author is saying. The central theme being change amidst non-change and how to quantify and study it. It was wonderful, but it had a little mathematical introductions and language much later in the book which might put off a lot of readers. But, I was comfortable with it. One thing for sure is that, it opened a whole new world and way of thinking for me. I even chose to give a speech on this. When the author finishes giving examples, you will wonder how you missed all these details and the explanations. One thing I am disappointed with is that there is not much deeper explanation into particle physics and other physics a...

Fire Cracker Dad, my Favourite.

I was sitting in my place listening to music, or a radio drama, I don’t remember. A guy with a big bag walked into my place and asked me to move in. I obliged, since everywhere else is occupied, and the seat could host another person with some difficulty. Turned out it can’t host a third person, especially if he is keen to hung on to his luggage so dearly. He seated himself beside me, opened his bag and examined a pair of chappal, which looked very small to his feet. Then he had a peek at few other things, satisfied himself and then took a brand new school bag out of his transparent cover. Had a satisfying look at it, kept it back inside. Meanwhile the Ticket collector came in, asked for ticket, punched a few times into her machine, dispersed a little change and left. Meanwhile the guy beside me took another peak into the bag, this tie with pride and a tiny amount of doubt. He took out his phone, called his wife, and talked to his children. One can see his broken screen cracks acros...