Wednesday, July 30, 2008

On writing a poem…

I have read many and understood a few,
Today I think, I will write one too…
It may rhyme, or it may be in blank,
I only hope its better, than having left the page blank.


I know the language, but I don’t think that’s enough,
I think I need a theme; else it’s going to be tough.
Should it be about love? Or life and the journey through?
But I guess it’s too late; I am already half way through.


Should I take a day off? Or should I take it slow?
Should I organize my thoughts? Or should I let it flow?
There are so many questions; and there is no rule,
I think science is better, at least I felt a lesser fool.


I have a friend who’s a poet, and I thought I could be one too
But I am an engineer, and I should have known better.
My creativity needed an outlet, and I took the call,
If I did that in engineering, a bridge or two would have fall.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Guilt

A woman wakes up in the middle of the night and shouts “Run, my husband’s home”. The guy jumps out of the bed and runs towards the window. Then he realizes that the woman is actually his wife.

Who is more wrong here? This is an extremely interesting game-theoretic example of being guilty, knowing about someone else’s guilt; and a person’s reaction thereof.

1) Was the lady wrong?
2) Or was it the guy?
3) Does one have a greater right to confront or accuse the other?
4) Should they go back to bed and pretend nothing happened?

What do you think? Let me give you another example of option 4.

Saw this short movie the other day. I absolutely loved the plot. The plot goes like this: Girl loves Boyfriend. Girl is made to marry Husband. Now, while Husband loves her, Girl still continues seeing Boyfriend. In course of time, Doctors tell Husband he is impotent but possibly his chauvinist pride makes him hide it from his wife. One night Girl breaks up with Boyfriend. She goes back to her Husband. All is good.
Few weeks later, she informs her Husband she’s pregnant. Husband hides his shock and does it rather well. Three years later when the kid is grown up and it’s a happy family, the Girl stumbles upon Husband’s medical report saying he is impotent. She cries and tells him about it. Husband says he knew it all along. They both accept it. Life goes on.

How practical is number four? What would you do?