Archive for April, 2004
Let l be the length of the string …As the length of the vibrating string decreases, from end to end, the tone goes up. It can be calulated with the formula……
As the stick strikes the skin…The vibration and/or the force with which it was hit accelerates the air beneath the rounded cylinder, and this energy transfer is nothing but energy waves that incidentally happen to lie in the bandwidth that the human ear can percieve…….
As the air enters the dark unlighted tunnel, just like us, it wants to get out of it thinking there might be a man-eater at the other end , just like the one that Jim corbett takes pleasure in describing. And when u close the a few of the few ( 7 I think) exits , our man tries to rush out and when he IS out, exclaims with a sense of achievement and relief. This incidentally again falls in the bandwidth that the human ear….
As the energy waves travel in a medium ( in our case, air) and reach the ear drums, the whtever vibrates in the ear which in turn sends pulsory signals to the receptors in the brain……The receptors in turn respond back with whtever hormone…depending on the levels of whtever this is..the euphony is celebrated as……”nice to hear…good to the ear..”
Well, There are only a few things , for which English can have synonyms or science can have definitions or maths can have proofs !
Disclaimer : The above said statements refer to guitar, drums, flute in that order and how they make sounds….The next one talks about music….The writer takes no responsibility for loss of words to vile with or sound to scowl at.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge once said “Water,Water everywhere! Not a drop to drink. “.
I dont think he was ever in Chennai or even this part of the big Sphere ( read as earth). But he seems to have foreseen 21st century much better than the IN-famous ( Now you better get the Paranomasia, alrite!) Nostradamus.
These 8 words are the vocabulary of most chennai denizens. There is the Marina beach ( someone told me it is the second longest beach in the world, and just like most trivia-tellers, he refused – U must assume he doesnt know- to tell me which the first longest was) , and it is there everywhere. U travel 10 kilometers in any direction, U seem to hit the water body with unfailing regularity. She is just jumping around, enjoying herself splashing water on all the visitors with absolutely no mother for herself to tell her “Marina! You better dont waste water! Do U know how much we pay for the tankers ??! ”
God cant be so thoughtless. This I say, not because sea water cannot be the elixir of life (yeah! I mean not potable). Only because how can HE create , I dunno, 4 crore people , put them in Chennai , make them deplete water and also give them all , democratic Governments that just doesnt seem to exist in reality.
God, This is not Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium for the forthcoming SAF games! This is water scarcity!
I write. Not because I am jobless.Not because I have a flauntable vocabulary. Not even because I can quick search my brain wide web to get back that specific word that can speak out what I exactly want to convey to the world wide web. Not even because I believe that God had a creative mind to give me an equally creative one. But i write. It gives me so much pleasure and satisfaction whenever I talk to a Non responding system of being. I love it when I have the freedom to talk what I want, but never get snubbed back with ” Weel that thing u just said was crap ” .
There are only certain things that human beings can be told. Rest , they are better untold or blogged 
