Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Tearitics


Whether it is Epic or History, if you glance across the various aspects of the people, during a war, you can surely find a number of rivers full of tears shed by women. Of course, there may be an ocean after the war. After all, “what is the power of these tears?”- It has been a mystery even to the scientists for a long time.

Being a little bit of sentimental, men are unable to-“help themselves, from helping women”, when they shower tears on them. More simply-“Women’s tears do tear Men’s heart”. Some people say ‘It is a weakness of a man and the strength of a woman’. However it is universally accepted that when a girl weeps in front of a man, his heart melts. As science has been so amicable, to touch everything-“Why should it leave this subject..??!!”. Here is a scientific approach to the subject!!!

The amount of that part of the heart, which melts is called ‘the critical amount’ of the heart. This is usually denoted by ‘Q’ and its SI unit is Kg. Further the amount of that part of the heart melted per second is called the rate of melting of that heart which is denoted by R with SI unit Kg/sec.

As the rate of melting of the heart is dependent on the rate of shedding of tears, sometimes a quality called, ‘Critical point of melting’ is also used. It is measured in litters and is defined as the quantity of tears shed, at which melting of heart starts. Its value depends on the mentality of the man. The amount of tears to be shed in order to raise the rate of melting of the heart, by one unit at its critical point of melting, is called latent tear of fusion of the heart. Its unit is lit/Kg sec.

As an early approach to the subject, a team of experts working in the Wiseman’s laboratory, UK, suggested a rule namely, Wiseman’s rule.

According to Wiseman’s rule,

Rate of melting of a man’s heart is directly proportional to,

  • the amount of tear shed by the girl (ɳ)
  • the beauty of the girl (β)

and inversely proportional to

  • the age of the girl (α)
  • the length of the girl( l)
  • the breadth of the girl(b)

i.e.

R α ɳβ/αlb as length x breadth= Area

we have,

R= τ ɳβ/αA

where τ is a constant tear constant whose value is dependent on the girls.


But the value of R by this method does not satisfy the laboratory values.

Later on Betterman individually, suggested some corrections to the Wiseman’s rule. According him, the law of limiting factors is applicable to the above rule. According to this law, when a process is conditioned as to its rapidity, by a number of separate factors, the rate of the process is limited by the pace of the slowest factor.

Thus according to the wise-Better man’s rule,

“Under the constant pressure of mind, the rate of the melting of the heart of a normal man, is directly proportional to the product of the amount of the tears shed by the girl(ɳ), and the beauty of the girl(β) and is inversely proportional to the product of the age of the girl (α) and area of the girl(A), with in the limit”.

Note:

1) It has both the upper and the lower limits.

2) As both the limit and β are physiological quantities, exact values can not be derived.

3) β and ɳ have to be experimentally derived, which is the most hectic task in the whole process.

4) For stony hearts, rate of melting is also measured on gm/sec.

5) The amount of tears shed per second is called rate of shedding of tears.

6) Critical amount of the heart is independent of the rate of shedding of tears.

8) Betterman’s correction has succeeded only in reaching a near laboratory value.

9) Apart from the correction, the value being in accurate and deviating clearly indicates that the real strength of the tears can not be traced accurately.

7). There may be exemptions to these rules.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

MY MOTHER










“Good Morning”-We stood up,
The teacher announced, with pride,
“You need not pay for the stamp”,
A show of golden smile we did.

All my friends were waiting….
They ran to the shop nearby,
At the very next bell, when rang.
The bronze coin in my hand was dry.

And was hot but still waiting,
I pushed it into my deep pocket,
To my hut, my feet were walking,
Like a rifle-fired bullet.

“I kept it in your purse……”
I told my mom with the story,
“Have it! You may need it again”,
“No worry, I have pocket-money”

“Where is that…..-the new coin?”
Holding my hair, she made the enquiry,
Tear drops started to roll down-a Nine,
I answered, rather – ‘I…. did…. try’.

“Oh! Mom I tell you the fact,
Do believe, I lost it on the way”.
Then I tried to make my head erect,
“I did hide the fact-shyly”.

“I tell you”- She believed,
She took a breath and continued,
I tell you this with a great pride,
It was costly pearls she poured.

“Oh! My dear and dear child,
It’s a lesson to live in this world,
Never and never try to lie,
Nor even when- ‘you are going to die’.

With which you can’t overcome,
The miseries in life, when comes.
Don’t ‘try’ to tell a truth,
But do tell the truth and only truth.

It’s a gold which really worth,
Keep this word till your last breath”.
Once again, my hair-she did hold.
Now she kissed, wished and blessed.

Into my pocket she dropped a silver coin,
I thought-’I may lose it again’,
Only her wishes I wanted as a gain,
This relieves me from every pain!

This is as a tribute for all those great mothers and children who love and being loved…..
And to those who deserve such a love and shower such a sacred love…..
To that soul which trusts her child, even at every doubt….
To that mother who blindly TRUST her TRUST……


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

She is back.......?!!







Once again I saw her....yes, again
With that music of her lovely chain,
Just like a gentle stream of rain,
She smiled with the dimples on the chin.

That old warmth.... and concern.....?
Yes..., it is...there...they are still there,
I rubbed my eyelids.... “Am I dreaming?”
‘Oh! Its fact’.....She is here....So near!!!

I can hear her breath, feel its warmth
I can listen her heart’s words..........
Yes, it beats....Faster and faster.....
She feels me, it feels me...! -”That’s why!”

Under this very same banyan tree,
I had seen ,....twice.......before
It was here.... where she was in blue,
On that day......’I can’t forget her’

They were four and I was alone....
They were teasing her and I was helpless
She shouted....saw keenly towards me...
I stood up, but feet didn’t move.....


She shouted...I did shut my lips up...
She beckoned...I didn’t wake up....
They used all the worst words –abused,
Simply like a mad... I stood, unmoved...!!

Somewhere, we all six heard a siren,
Everyone vanished, except me and her.
Still......., the girl didn’t complain........!!
She put her Vail down......., walked.

She stopped for a while- and smiled,
‘I know it pained your heart’-her eyes said.
‘Yes, she read my heart, felt my feelings...’
Now, once again she walked and vanished.

Not even a single word was spoken,
But our eyes spoke a lot..........
Our hearts felt and beat a lot......
For me; it’s “A Lot.......”

Why it should Rain..............?!








It should rain.....rain.....and rain,
At least to wash away my pain,
For fun, when my thoughts are vain,
To flush the clouds, and let the stars shine.

To bring the warmth of a rainbow,
To help me, when my neck go for a bow,
At least, to help my poems to flow,
Like a music, for my thoughts to grow.

It should rain- when I am shy,
To suck my tears, when I do cry,
To wet my throat when it is dry,
To fill my heart with- joy.......!!

At least to discharge the cloud,
To save me from the thunder sound,
For nature it should rain-to remould,
It should rain to wet the ground.

To flush out the dirty thoughts,
To sow the seeds of peace,
To ripe the fruits of love,
To enrich the world with calmness.