Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Delhi Buses versus CDTA

I am from Delhi and have travelled by Delhi public buses extensively for the past 5 years. My college was about 22 kms or more from my house, and there were no direct buses. There were DTC buses, which were very few in number, but offered free and fast rides, and there were private Blueline buses.

Now, I am in a small historic town in New York State, which HAS public transport, which is amazing, given the population of the town. This service is called CDTA, Capital District Transport Authority (hopefully, the right expansion of the acronym).

Buses are interesting places, and offer a unique experience which people driving private vehicles are unlikely to understand or appreciate.

Getting free rides with college IDs in CDTA is quite convenient, except the time when we carry about 8 heavy grocery bags from PriceChopper. We need to keep the ID in hand, to show it as we enter the bus, which means all the 8 bags in the other hand… :(


The Bus Pass for DTC is quite an interesting story in itself, so here it goes…

The Bus Pass costs Rs. 75 for five months, or $1.5 (cheaper than a slice of cheese pizza). If you think Indian currency is way too depreciated considering this amount, let me tell you that this money is peanuts, even when compared to the normal bus fares in Delhi. Rs. 12.5 a month is an investment that starts paying for itself from the second ride onwards. For the records, this fare continues from the time my dad went to college, and attempts to increase the fare are scared off by student protests.

But getting the Bus Pass is quite a hassle or an adventure, depending on your perspective. DTC bus pass office is one office with the least working hours in the world, so if you are looking for a job that is more like a free lunch than a gurudwara langar, and if you are brainless, lazy and inefficient, in addition to being a bad photographer, DTC will hire you.

Now, for some random reason, whichever month or date you get your bus pass made, it expires on exactly the same date as everyone else, ensuring that there are long queues every 5 months at the Bus Pass office.

There is a form that needs your picture, and your college’s seal. The first queue is for the verification of the form, and other docs. The girls’ queue leads to a counter manned by a fellow who is a die-hard Ekta Kapoor fan. He flirts in an unusual way; he invokes the TV Soap which has a character named the same as the girl at the counter. I was asked… “Are you Shruti from Kahaani Ghar Ghar ki?”… My puzzled expression led the kind fellow to hum the title song of the soap for me, and give me a plot outline. Yes, it is THAT random...

Once the form is verified, you need to pay up, and sit on a high chair, to have your picture taken by a “Digital Camera” which probably dates back to the 1970’s, when the first DTC computerized bus pass was probably made… the pictures that camera takes are awesome, everyone looks like a ghost, and everyone looks the same in the blurred black and white pictures it spews.

Doors close in CDTA buses, and the bus is warm in winters. DTC conductors used to claim that it was against the law to close the bus doors, even if we froze to death on seats near the back door.

I was in a CDTA bus, one rainy day, and the roof leaked…Actually, leaked is an understatement, it poured at various spots, almost like a tap. I was unfortunate enough to have a seat right under one of the taps. I got my jacket hood on, and waited for the ordeal to get over. I actually toyed with the idea of opening my umbrella, but I decided against it, because I didn’t want to embarrass my friends, who are in favor of social niceties.

I have actually opened an umbrella in a Blueline bus in Delhi, and provided rain shelter to the crowd around. :)

Change of drivers in DTC involves a chai break, in CDTA it’s a long winded conversation. The chai break is quite vague, since the driver and conductor just walk off without any explanations. They sometimes actually return after chai in 10 minutes. At other times they just abandon the bus, in which case you got to get off, and jostle to get into the next bus on that route, since an entire bus of people have been stranded midway along with you.

CDTA guys usually take about 10 minutes for the changeover, in which the outgoing and incoming drivers exchange gossip, news and trivia, with the bus door open, and passengers freezing. The old driver bids a proper goodbye to passengers, and the new one extends a cheerful welcome, in a route, where the destination is a maximum of 20 minutes away. American Politeness!!!

Route 87 traverses a winded, wiggly route, making you wonder if you passed the same street about 5 minutes ago. Your doubt is well-founded, since the bus keeps going up and down on the same roads in circles, but does manage to help you carry groceries.

Have you heard that the shortest distance b/w two points is a straight line? The route designers at RPI have obviously not heard it. It was bitterly cold and windy one not-so-fine day. I was unhappily trudging along the 10-minute walk to my home from the school. I spotted a RPI shuttle, which has a bus-stop about 4 minutes away from my house. I wanted to be warm, if only for 6 minutes, so I flagged the bus and got on….

It started in the right direction, then took a random turn, and went into some loopy route. Every time I thought I was almost there, another random turn was taken, and I was finally dropped at my stop after 25 minutes.Analogous to the RPI shuttle is the outer mudrika, which does a five-and-a half hour loop around Delhi.

Bluelines race other buses on similar routes, in a fight to get most passengers. This race is more alive and exciting than formula 1, with the conductor hurling victorious abuses whenever his bus overtakes the other, with returning compliments from the other bus in its winning streak. The overtaking is done in centimeter gaps, is exhilarating, but scary too.

The balancing act while standing in a bus is an art that is learnt with practice. Exact position of feet, and best arm holds, can let you read a novel or even sleep while standing in a crowded and speeding bus. I have been there, done that... :)

Bus stop announcement is more alive and interesting in Blueline than any other bus I have ever been in. There is an additional employee called “cleaner” in Blueline buses, whose job description is to thump on the side of the bus and loudly announce the bus route in a sing song to attract passengers.

Only poor students and poor people seem to use the buses in both places, I am thankful to be still in the first category. And I like riding by buses so much, that I might continue doing it, and not fulfill my roomie’s wish by buying a car…

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

Here's wishing me and my readers( if any), a very happy new year 2009.

Hope this year gives us new reasons to smile, new opportunities to be happy and new interests to engage in.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Hmmm....

We think we have it all figured out.
Have we actually figured out everything?
Are we living a perfect life?
If we are, why aren't we happy every minute of it?
If we aren't, what are we doing about it?

Is perfect life about doing everything perfectly, or is it about enjoying your errors and goof-ups as much as your successes?

We do everything with the ultimate goal of happiness and contentment.But how many of us realise that and tell ourselves that at the start of each day?

As we go along life, we keep focusing on end goals which will make us happy, and forget to enjoy the journey to the goal. We get aggressive, competitive and egoistic. We are all jealous of one another for some reason or the other. We can't even play a game of cards or scrabble without feeling bad about losing, and desperate about winning. We are high-strung 24 by 7. Where will it finally lead us to? A nervous breakdown for missing a goal in a football game? Or suicide for a lay-off?

Isn't there place for everyone in the world? Place enough for all of us to live peacefully, do what we enjoy doing the best? All of us don't want the same things out of life. Then why get into the "dog eat dog" mindset and mental attitude?

The day I finish my PhD, hear the magic words "Congratulations, Dr. Sruthi Muralidharan ", will certainly be one of the happiest days of my life. But that happiness will not be meaningful, if I feel tortured and unhappy for 4 long years of PhD.

Enjoy what you do. If you are not happy doing something, you are probably better off doing something else.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

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!!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

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!!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

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....

Monday, November 3, 2008

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...