Friday 7 March 2014

Nights With Lights

Usually I boast of a mind far from being inquisitive. I sustain on spoon-fed knowledge, hardly very nourishing. So it was more due to want of options than interest I became a LASER specialized student. Since then I and Lasers had become intimate enemies. No amount of humiliation at laboratory viva or spooky experiments involving exorbitant apparatus were able to impart my inertial mind a touch of acceleration.

So when our teacher offered us non-compulsory mini projects last semester, I knew what I was going to do. Under his persisting insistence, I presented my best resistance and won. It was only later I was appraised of the fact that one of the mini projects might have been the 3D holographic images. A feeble flutter arose in my brain, but the looming semester exam swiftly slayed it before I could further analyse the foreign premonition.

Three months passed by with my mind safely in hibernation mode. Last week, for Reflections 2014 (a scientific event organised by our Dept. of Physics on the occasion of National Science Day), I heard, my fellow classmates were trying to develop the same 3D holographic image. My ugly conscience roused itself and sure enough my indolent brain was in deep trouble. An unusual amount of a certain kind of emotion called ‘curiosity’ started getting the better of me. One must appreciate the amount of effort I put in to say ‘no’ to my laziness. Due to the obvious demand of pitch darkness of all LASER labs, the experiments were shifted to night time. So even harder was to tell ‘no’ to my slumber beckoning me at 10 of clock. Convincing my friend to give me a lift on her bicycle (of course mine doesn’t have pressure in the wheels- credit goes again to my sluggishness), in the slightly cold night I and five more classmates gathered at the department to carry out our nocturnal experimentation.

Our guiding faculty was not one to beat about the bush. The Optical table (on which the set up was established), he told, was not a company made product- rather another Master Degree project of one of our senior constructed with barely a few thousands of rupees. He assured us of zero help from his side (being busy with the organising of the event). So we were supposed to start from the scratch, which was exciting yet not promising; especially for someone always ready to shirk from duties. With only numerous packed boxes to start with, I admit I was pleasantly surprised to see, my friends had already achieved the required complicated alignment by the time I joined them. In Laser experiments, alignment is the most important and tricky section. The first time they had tried to test the alignment, the laser beam had diverged into infinite number of beams, illuminating the whole dark laboratory momentarily. To have finally minimized them all into that one high intensity coherent beam with subtle manipulations is a sure call for commendation! Oh, how many lab classes I had let pass without any results thanks to the requirements of precautionary alignment! Forget about the lost marks.

The set up fixed magnetically on optical table, we fumbled through with cutting of photographic plates (which cannot be taken out in light other than in the presence of dim green wavelength photons as specified by the manufacturer)and clamped it in place without disturbing the object (a small cute white elephant of dimension approximately 3x2x1 cm). Forget about all the tripping over each other’s feet and the legs of the screens blocking our path. Withstanding the impending huge yawns and loud snores, we ploughed on with our trials and errors with the exposure and developing time of the photographic plate. Each failure was a little heart breaking followed by insane ideas on improvement, chitter chatter nonsense and some prophetic visions. It was all frustrating with drooping eye lids and painfully slow procedures, but we had to try once more.

One night ended with the 3D image of a beheaded elephant while the other with an elephant head without body. Eight attempts later, the third night finally produced the desired image on the photographic plate. The clinging fatigue, dark circles around sleep deprived eyes forgotten, an excited clamour followed that marked the success of our project. Undoubtedly, a huge turn up was there at the entrance of Laser lab for Reflections the very next day.
Besides the excitement of the nights, I finally got to know my friends better before I finish the course two months hence. Turned out, they are not as terrible as I thought after all.
Laser had gone and hooked my attention. I decided to finally go read the text book we were prescribed the previous semester for Laser Theory, and for once my laziness was too lazy to put up any fight at all.

Sunday 2 March 2014

The Common Ladies Bathroom

A ladies bathroom is without match the most happening part in a ladies hostel, a curious clandestine to all those who never witnessed it and a pain in the arse for the long-time victims. This article stemmed to give some droll insight into the enduring events of a Ladies’ bathroom, in short this article contains spoilers. Girls planning or forced to embark upon a new hostel life are advised to bug off.

The never-uninhabited ladies bathroom is host to girls in frenzied states of dressing-up (or dreassing-down for that matter) and make ups. From the annoying girl next door who spends craziest amount of time on counting her pimples to the hottie from the far corner room who doesn’t enter bathroom (or more precisely doesn’t come out of her room) without lipstick on- from the bug-eyed (no pun intended, if you know who I mean) to the no-eyed (no pun intended again!) our bathroom is the waving flag of unity in diversity!


Although I cannot hide the infamies of many a civil wars fought inside its four walls, I can vouch for the regaling show it puts on for the rest (no guilty conscience here!). The untiringly changing rules of reserving a bathroom at the peak time (right when you’ve got 15 min left to battle to your classes) or the crime of taking more than ten minutes to (again in those climax times) re-emerge from bathroom, or throwing water on the floor at the inopportune moment of a senior crossing that path - just about anything is enough to trigger a spark of verbal currents between two excited damsels in distress here. Violation of any decrees- that is yet made public or not, in awareness or ignorance- will give you a straight ticket to perdition in hostel. A girl who accomplishes dodging all these fire bullets within her stay in hostel deserves nothing less than a gold medal! The above mentioned predicaments goes wild when there surfaces a momentary water crisis. Heated arguments take off between girls inside bathroom (who’re supposedly using up all the water) and those outside (feeling panicked and deprived of the minimal resource!) resulting in yearlong snubs, cold shoulders, ostracising and so the list goes on. There’s absolutely no room to escape the menagerie.


Hierarchy of students is most vivid here. While the seniors enjoy complete autocracy the juniors are all effectively muzzled and reigned. While one girl stuffs her clothes and a soap in her bucket before running to bathroom (like me) another’s got two buckets- one packed with bottles of cosmetics and the other with all the frills of the world (rolling my eyes!). While the conservative girls in salwar abysmally fail to school their expression of horror when they stumble across carefree scantily clad girls parading by, the more fashionable girls don’t relinquish any opportunity to poke fun at the traditional. Ultimately it ends in nasty waterworks or creative sniffs or of course in some more verbal explosions.


Amidst all these banters the few neutral parties suffer (my story) the most. The respective hostel wings-in-charge fly off the handle every time there is a question of cleanliness inside bathroom. Littering of used shampoo sachets, cluster of fallen hairs all over the floor (Ugh!), dripping water from showers and used utensils -forgotten to be washed- stinking (Oww!) near the basins; any of these are sufficient to guarantee a new poster on the bathroom wall next day that reads something like,

“Start behaving like ladies, not dogs.” “Dustbins are not for decorations! Use them, they’ll feel happy (huh?).” “Girls, next time you see somebody’s used utensil left unattended near wash basin, you’re given leave to help them out of the window (He he)!” “Nobody wants to worship your beautiful (fallen) hair at the sink. Do not leave them there for eternal display!” A more subduing ones prepared to provoke your conscience will be like, “Feel for the cleaning ladies!” “Show respect to your fellow users!” and so many more that gives you food for thought. The frequency of such posters on bathroom etiquettes rockets up during the early months of academic year. Besides all these, clothes left hanging from showers (don’t ask what they were doing at such inconvenient places), soaked for days in buckets, forgotten oil bottles of all kind and many such unimportant things grace our bathrooms time after time.

The Lata Mangeskars and Shakiras from adjacent bathrooms are constantly there to take care of everybody’s entertainment 24x7. If you’d like to switch them off, well you just have to give up on that thought! Trust me you get used to all kinds of crowing voices which would shame a toad, and soon to your horror one day you join them too! The ladies bathroom usually oozes with potentials of revolutionary thoughts. This is where you suddenly get answer to the physics problem you were breaking your head over for the whole of last night. This is where you suddenly discover your long destined best friend! This is where I had busted my head once (Ouch!) and this is the place I’ll miss most after my hostel life is over. The common ladies bathroom.