Leave polarization alone!

About the last post, no queries on Polarization please!!!!

Its meant to be a story, not a lesson in science....

Ppl who want to know about polarization, refer to optics texts, not me!!

Polarizing out poor magnets

I ve been out of the blog for sometime, because I have not done anything even remotely funny...

Except asking a guy whether I knew him, and why he was sending me a friend request on Orkut, just a month after spending an hour talking to him...Yes, I totally forgot.. I thought the name rang a bell, but that is all I could recall...

Why I suddenly came online to post a blog?
Not to bemoan my diminishing memory powers, but because something else rang a bell...

I was studying (Ahem.. yes, I do study at certain critical times, such as the week before exams) polarization.

I was reminded of my lab partner in MSc. She was asked, "What is Polarization?", to which she answered, " Polarized waves are those which have no magnetic fields."

HUH!! An electromagnetic wave loses its magnetic field when it is polarized, and manages to be a electromagnetic wave after that???

All her knowledge of physics came from the books she read... and she read inhuman numbers of them... Thinking, logic and analysis almost never entered the picture, just memory...

All books begin with talking about light being an electromagnetic wave, and when they start about polarization, they begin to talk about components of electric field, and what direction the electric field should be in, for various kinds of polarization.

This woman, dint see mentions of magnetic fields, so she thought, no magnetic field in the polarized waves!!!!

In case any of you are thinking that she is right, please realize that we can talk about components of magnetic field in polarized waves and mean exactly the same thing, without banishing the poor electric field into non-existence...

I know, most of my readers are utterly unsympathetic towards physics...

I have a post coming up for you ppl soon!!!

So, hang in there!!

Horizons Apple Picking

Jane Havis, our self-proclaimed "overprotective nosy mother", a sweet but very voluble lady from the International Students Office at RPI, took us on a "Welcome Picnic", near the end of our Student orientation. This Picnic was at a Church nearby, the church members had all gathered to welcome us, and ensure we had a good time. The people from the church gave us a warm welcome, and chatted with us, and made us feel so at home.

Then we had some fun activities to get to know everyone better, and then... yummy food!!!

Taking into account the needs of vegetarians, many of the church members had made veggie food for the picnic. That was probably the only time when we got to see so many veggie options in America. We had great food, and delectable desserts. I love the emphasis on desserts in America... I would love to be a "Dessert-a-rian" like Calvin... :-)

Anyway, after the food and friendly talk, we were led into the main chapel, where a Group called "Horizons" introduced themselves. They work with international students, and introduce them to American Culture. Ahem... Lots of you are wondering what American culture is about, and lots of you have a notion that America has no culture...except parties, and hi-flying consumerism. This is no place for those debates and cynicism.

Anyway, they organize Hikes, Fruit-Picking, Hay-Rides, Thanksgiving Dinners, Skiing trips and so on. The events always have 50% Americans, and 50% assorted international students, which gives the international students chances to interact with Americans in fun and social settings.

I went apple picking with Horizons a few weeks ago... I can see your raised eyebrows at my increasing "Americanisms", so I will rush to explain. Apple orchards here invite people to walk around in the orchards, pick apples off trees, taste them, and have a fun picnic. Economics works out for them, since you can eat only so many apples before feeling sick, and you have to pay for the apples you want to take home. Their assumption is that people will buy some apples to take home, not just eat them off trees.. A very unsafe assumption that, but it seems to work here, no clue how.

Anyway, to get on with my trip...

The day was clear and sunny, but very chilly winds were blowing. They gave us a map of the orchards, detailing the varieties of apple trees... Golden Delicious, Macoun, Macintosh and so on... I obviously had no clue which apple would taste good, or for that matter whether two apples taste any different from each other... Well, time for some apple education..

Golden Delicious was superb-juicy, crispy and huge. You can eat one apple and your dinner is done, atleast mine is, given my huge appetite. Macintosh was small, red, shiny and crispy. These two were the reigning favorites of all "pickers"... When in doubt, Sajjanon ke peeche peeche chalo...

Apple trees are small, and you can pluck them off while standing... One tall gentleman told me: "The highest apples are the sweetest." This gave me a good excuse to jump and reach for the higher branches. They were sweeter probably, but anyway "Mehnat ka phal to meetha hi hota hai ".

One variety of trees had sturdy branches, so I climbed up a tree and began plucking the highest apples. I was showing off my talents inherited from arboreal ancestors, and asking for pics to be taken of me on the tree, but a old lady put my feat to shame.

She must be 60 yrs old, has had a shoulder surgery, and she climbed a higher tree, with many more apples. She works with kindergarden kids, so she knew lots of apple picking poems, which she sang along while picking apples. Her enthusiasm and zest for life was truly infectious.

Soon, we had bags full of apples, which were getting too heavy to carry around. So we wrapped up our trip, paid for the apples and proceeded for the picnic, which was in a family home. The venus was so beautiful... The backyard opened out into woods, and beyond the woods, there was a huge lake. I had befriended an american teenager at the orchard. She and I walked around in the woods, talked about her school and mine, and soaked in the beauty of the place. The backyard had swings too, which I thouroughly enjoyed....

You see, Growing old is mandatory, but growing up is optional. :-)

The tree climbing lady was also walking in the woods, collecting leaves, for some activities in the school. She educated me on American Flora, and also showed us how to whistle with an empty acorn... She whistled quite well, the american could whistle tunes, even without the acorn shell.... and my trials were a damp squib, as usual...

All in all, it was a fun day, and I look forward to more such events....

Manianic Goof Up

This post is in apology to a certain individual, who is unlikely to read the blog, but it's here, anyway...

This is a Classic Manianism Goof up...

Once upon a time, we were new to Troy, still navigating around RPI with the Map, calling up prospective landlords who spoke in inscrutable accents, and din't start telephonic conversations with hello.

After a long search, we zeroed in on a nice apartment, which was wonderful in all ways but one.. it was a 3 bedroom, while we were just 2 of us. By that time, everyone else had found homes and roomies... So, our all hopes were on latecomers.

Just then, a mail came.... "I am an MBA student, looking for accomodation. Arriving soon."

Too bad that I cant tell you the name, but the name was quite ambiguous, though you might all disagree.
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I applied the name to sentences in hindi, and figured out the usage was always "meri ......" and not "mera ....."

Even I realized that this test wasn't foolproof, given my questionable hindi proficiency.

But, we did need a roomie...

So I wrote back :
" Me and my friend here, are looking for a female roomie. I am sorry for not able to understand your gender from your name. Do reply if u are interested(and a female)."

And.... it turned out my guess, my hindi and my luck were all rotten...

For HE replied:

"I apologize for being a male."

And no prizes for guessing, I am too embarassed to face him, so I run away whenever I see him anywhere in Campus. He is an MBA student, so I have about 1.5 years of running and hiding to do...

Good luck to me, and good running shoes too...