Wednesday, December 08, 2010

A Good Mathematician

I just had a realization about good mathematicians. Often times in Mathematics, a successful proof may be cracked only if one considers all possible cases, and the exclusion of any case would skew the entire argument/proof. I have often noticed that the cases I do consider, I am able to analyze them with a certain depth, and think it through with advanced analysis. Nonetheless, often times, my proof goes amiss because I failed to think of a possible case, or a possible interpretation of the problem from the very start.


Now, I realize that this may be a very horrid characteristic in a mathematician. However, I now understand the factors (or the interaction of factors) that influence such behavior on my part. I hope that the identification of these factors can help my further analytical math. Read on for more clarity and stay with me here.


Luckily, I do think that this flaw in my mathematical thinking actually lends to an improvement in my general thinking, when it comes to life & such fun things. And this is how:


I always leave room for something that I do not know; perhaps a statistician would say, I always leave some room for error. I would like to connect this idea with another now. I do not know what I do not know- a teacher somewhere had taught me that, and it stuck to me. Let’s further connect this. My religious tendencies also speak so. I do not know what I do not know, so there is always a possibility that there is God or there isn’t. Moreover, there could even be OTHER cases that I have not considered still, and I leave room for that.


I am sure many of you will be able to relate to the next bit I am writing. Often times when we would not know what will happen later on, we would try to think of the possibilities; say A, B, and C, and the subsets of this set. And many many times, the resulting event would be of an entirely different nature (perhaps because you forgot to consider a D in the original set; so despite considering all subsets, you missed something).


I am sure many of you have also thought that A could potentially happen, “… but if I expect that A will happen, B would happen, and if I expect B would happen, then A would happen…I want A to happen so I will think that A will not happen (because this will make A happen), but then aren’t I really still thinking that A would happen..” and that cycle will keep going until you stop thinking. So, what was the solution to this? It’s a catch-22 type of thought, and probably, it is just something you cannot figure out because you do not have enough evidence. Primarily, this thought just portrays that no matter we expect, the result will be opposite or not as expected. But this sort of mechanism indicates that something I expect will not happen because there will be other factors (unknown to me) that will affect the ultimate result.


What I am trying to say here is that we almost always account for things we do not know. My personal opinion is that many mathematicians think highly of themselves and their academic skills. I like to think of myself as a humble mathematician. While I am proving, I am not sure that this is ABSOLUTELY correct.


Moreover, many good mathematicians say, “I got it, I got it” ten times before they actually have the solution. Despite the fact that they are wrong so many times in order to get the correct answer ultimately, they do not fail to be highly confident each time they claim they “got it.”


Even if I set up a proof correctly, I tend to think I may have missed something, but I do my best anyway. I like this approach in life. I stay humble. But darn it!! Those arrogant math-know-it-alls beat me at math.


Now that I understand the conflict between the different perspectives, will I be able to objectify myself from how I intrinsically have trained myself to think (as if towards a virtue), and do better mathematical analysis by changing the thinking cap a bit?

Friday, December 03, 2010

Impossible is Nothing - Adidas


My second blog post from India. The satisfaction within is just unbelievingly whole. I grew up in New Delhi but what I am currently experiencing is New India. My feet are propped op on the this leather couch of this dim-lit coffee shop called Matteo. I’ve got decent wireless internet, and an amazing cup of mocha shekarato. I needed to be here alone. I needed to get here alone. I’ve done it. I’ve dreamt of this, and I have it.

Who cares that I’ve got tons of work ahead of me. This moment needs to be breathed in, captured. I’m listening to the hippest music right now. I can get used to doing research from here. It is definitely a stark contrast from the moments in Starbucks. I am thousands of miles away from my Starbucks at Library West, and about the same away from my Barnes n Noble, just cozy, just chilling, just me. While in the US, I’d wonder if I had missed out on this new culture back at home in India. Here I am, experiencing the youth culture in India.

Nonetheless, I am still a foreigner. I am an observer, not an insider. And that’s totally okay. Lucky to be here. Grateful. Sometimes I just don’t know who to thank for the opportunities that I get, it’s overwhelming. I guess when I am in graduate school, these blog posts will come in handy, will be good for something.

They’re now playing my favorite song, I wanna make love right now right now. There’s no cute guy around, there’s no one in mind, and there’s no one in my hopes either….the apple of my eye…!

Last time I came to Bangalore, I felt equipped. I didn’t have the right clothes nor the mindset to compete with the crowd here. I felt totally out of place. Today, I’m still alone, but in sync with myself.

I’ve sang these songs back at home, driving my accord, chilling with my buds. So damn beautiful… None of these people know where I come from; they perhaps don’t even understand these songs in the same connotation as me; they don’t know my history, my existence does not matter. This moment does not matter. To anyone else that is.

Let’s zoom out. Big Bang. We’re on the moon. We’ve got global warming issues. We could have a third world war. Everything eradicated. Memories of this moment will also slowly fade. But it happened. I have to take a deeper breathe right now…breathing it all in.

I took a bus from Whitefield, Rs. 30/- for a bus ticket to Domlur Bridge. I spent my time on this AC bus in Bangalore traffic, tuned into the Eric Seigal book (The book I’ve always dreamt of reading since the movie Mujhse Dosti Karoge. I’m working towards my dreams..!) I needed to walk down that obscure Castle Street as a tourist. I had to eat dar dar ki thokarein to finally get to Matteo. And it’s more than worth it. There’s foreigners here. White ones, Chinese ones, and the Indian ones --global world…and this is just the beginning…

I can’t say I’m crazy about the Indian crowd trying to be all hip with their supposedly cool English. Butlife has taught me better than to judge them. I would welcome them with the same smile, the smile in which I have confidence. Yup, this time I am equipped to be in the city-- not letting their energies affect me, instead letting mine emanate.

Thank God for my laptop. I could actually be content people watching without the laptop even, but then I would truly look like a weirdo. The HP is my cover.

Wow, no one has tried to get me to take my feet off of the couch. India’s getting there. Me proud.