# I still need a good enough a job in data science in Pune. But in the meanwhile…

I still need a good enough (and very well paying) a job in data science in Pune. I think I will perform well in it. I have the background to show you that you can expect me to perform really well… I can also arrange for the necessary references.

But in the meanwhile…

But in the meanwhile, you can check out what these beauties from the XYZ households from Pune have been eating out… (Are these XYZ households likely to be caste-Brahmins? What does the data say?)

If I were to mention these kind of beauties when I was in the San Francisco Bay Area, they and especially their Indian supporters would have, under the direction of the appropriate caste-Brahmins and Americans, attacked me like no hell. Especially during the 1998—2001 times. And then continuing unabated until 2008. Also, later on, but to much less extent.

But these beauties from Pune do love food.

So what if to pursue their fulfillment, they have no choice but to keep ME out of a job.

Capitalism. Yeah right!

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# I need a [very well paying] job in data science. Now.

I need a very well paying job in data science. Now. In Pune, India.

Yes, I was visiting Kota for some official work when at the railway station of the [back then, a simple little] town, on a “whim” (borne out of a sense of curiosity, having heard the author’s name), I bought it. That was on 14th July 1987. The stamp of the A. H. Wheeler and Company (Rupa Publications), so well known to us all (including IITians and IIM graduates) back then, stand in a mute testimony for the same—the price, and the fact that this little book was imported by them. As to bearing testimony to the event, so does my signature, and the noting of the date. (I would ordinarily have no motivation to note a fake date, what do you say?) Also notable is the price of the book: Rs. 59/-. Bought out of Rs. 1800/- per month, if I remember those days right (and plain because I was an M. Tech. from (one of the then five) IITs. My juniors from my own UG college, COEP, would have had to start with a Rs. 1200/- or Rs. 1400/- package, and rise to my level in about 3 years, back then.)

Try to convince my the then back self that I would be jobless today.

No, really. Do that.

And see if I don’t call you names. Right here.

Americans!

A song I like:

(English, pop-song): “Another town, another train…”
Band (i.e. music, composition, lyrics, etc., to the best of my knowledge): ABBA

Bye for now.

And develop a habit to read—and understand—books. That’s important. As my example serves to illustrate the point. Whether I go jobful or jobless. It’s a good habit to cultivate.

But then, Americans have grown so insensitive to the authentic pains of others—including real works by others. The said attitude must reflect inwards too. The emphasis is on the word “authentic.” If a man doesn’t care for another honest, really very hard-working man in pain but spends his intellect and time in finding rationalizations to enhance his own prestige and money-obtaining powers, by the law of integrative mechanism of conscisousness that is the law of “karma,” the same thing must haunt him back—whether he be a Republican, or a Democrat. (Just a familiarity with the word “karma” is not enough to escape its bad—or good—effects. What matters are actions (“karma”s), ultimately. But given the fact that man has intellect, these are helped, not obscured, by it.)

Go, convince Americans to give me a good, well-paying job, in data science, and in Pune—the one that matches my one-sentence profile (mentioned here) and my temperament. As to the latter, simple it is, to put it in one sentence: “When the time calls for it, I am known to call a spade a spade.”

And, I can call Americans (and JPBTIs) exactly what they have earned.

But the more important paragraph was the second in this section. Starting from “But then, Americans have grown so insensitive to the authentic… .”

Instead of “pains,” you could even add a value / virtue. The statement would hold.

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# The smith.edu would not be sponsoring my further research on QM in any form… Yaaawn…

The smith.edu would not be sponsoring my further research on QM in any form. … Yaaawn…

Just saying it. Not that they ever did.

But that’s what I gather anyway. That they will neither be sponsoring nor be supporting my research. Nor take its findings in the true spirit of science.

I am neither happy nor unhappy about it. Just plain [yawningly] curious. … To be dealt with, some other time—these kind of American-borns. All these intellectual goons who take pleasure in tearing down my well-constructed thoughts, in evading the several virtues of my research.

Sometimes they do make me laugh.

But apart from being authentic intellectual goons, they—these Americans—also are very, very powerful. Laughing at them is not, really speaking, the right response. I mean it can be. But the response should not consist of laughing them away. They are very, very powerful. And, rich. And, goons.

In the meanwhile, check out two neat resources on QM, both free and seemingly written with unusually high degree of personal involvement with the writing project:

Sure enough, I’ve mentioned them both here before. But they need to be highlighted again. Especially, the second one. I will be assuming that you have gone through this paper when I return the next time. We will be dealing with this question that some (white, scholarly) goons (obviously) have no inkling of:

If the system wavefunction $\Psi$ is defined over a $3N$-dimensional abstract, mathematical configuration space in the mainstream QM, can a new theory have its wavefunction $\Psi$ defined over the physical $3$-dimensional space? If yes, how?

You know, there are those other Americans who find it shameful to ever reply to me. They think it is beneath them. Naturally, they are not grateful to me even if the errors of their own (analog vs. digital) or of their group (third law of thermodynamics) have been gently pointed out. Americans, after all. Prestigious Americans. Even their graves are going to be just that—impressive and prestigious.

Anyway, let’s leave their dirty souls with them, and focus on the third law of thermodynamics. Choose the correct answer: The third law of thermodynamics says that the absolute zero temperature:

(a) cannot exist in the universe.

(b) cannot be reached in any process.

If you know the correct answer and point it out to the prestigious Americans who have made a mistake about it, they don’t like it—no matter how indirectly and gently you do it.

How can you expect them to extend support to your QM research, let alone sponsor it? be it MA or CA?

Anyway, let me wind up…

A song I like:

(Hindi) “maanzee naiyaa DhoonDe kinaaraa”
Singer: Mukesh
Music: Laxmikant-Pyaarelaal
Lyrics: Anand Bakshi

[Again a song from my childhood days, a song for the soul.]

But tell me, really, aren’t all those Americans—white or black or brown or others, whether intellectuals or not… Aren’t they just plain goons? … Hasn’t that thought passed by you before? I mean, whether they are socially respectable or otherwise…

But why are they such goons?

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# Also, a boy…

“I don’t care about your political compulsions, the ideology of your party, your attachment to a religion and your political loyalties. If you don’t crack down hard and do so publicly on those who hurt an 8-yr old girl, you don’t deserve to be an Indian leader.” –Chetan Bhagat (via Twitter)

Also, a boy.

# May the person from Oakland, CA, USA, please stand up and be counted?

May the person from Oakland, CA, USA, please stand up and be counted?

I mean the one who has been hitting my blog, in the rather more recent times, a bit too far often to be otherwise statistically justifiable?

Hmmm….?

[The predecessor to him, during the Obama years, was someone similar from “Mississauga, Canada.”

But nearly not as noticeable, robotic, and therefore, not so readily noticeable. At least to me, back then.]

And once again: If you are/want to be fake, leave this blog alone. I don’t need your support.

For one simple reason: I know you can’t give me that.

Another reason, viz. the fact that I have been a programmer, and so know: Robots are controlled by people.

No songs section for this post.

# To the “subscribers” of this blog

This post is being written entirely on-the-fly.

I have over some period of time observed that far too many of the subscribers of this blog (may be more than half of them) actually are/should be fake accounts.

But, as you perhaps might know, I have been, say, “follow-up”ed for a somewhat longer length of a time—and, with those “followers” never having to have had created any email account any-where, to be able to “follow-up” on me—in real life, too.

So, being “follow-up”ed, but without causing immediate trouble in my immediate life/surroundings, was a bit of a curiosity for me, and so, I tolerated them—these recent email IDs, so to speak.

No, not with a sense of amusement, but with that of keeping them, as they say, “under observation.”

Anyway, as to the non-authentic ones:

I invite these “subscribers” to get themselves off, silently if they prefer, but very certainly—and, very immediately.

[Yes, they may “post” their “protests” in the forms that are able to more silently hit me in ways more than just a few postings here and there on the ‘net. I don’t care, any longer.

Neither about these account “creators”, nor even about those who are (and were) skeptical about what such forms could possibly be—even if I wrote about such forms honestly.]

But for those among my “subscribers” who are willingly to unsubscribe from this blog, I shall give them a time-period, of until:

$2 \text{April\ } 2018 - \epsilon \text{\ IST\ }$

where ($\epsilon \rightarrow 0$) is: what even an idiot who has never studied beyond XI/XII science would be able to tell them—or, should be.

In other words, the Fool’s Day is their last day, as far as this blog of mine is concerned.

In other words, I “promise” to grant them a personal pardon that if they do wind themselves up, off my blog, in the due time-limit.

… No, I don’t expect them to do that. …

But if not, I shall do the latter for them.

[… No, never ‘been afraid of an extra bit of a work, ever in my life. …]

A Song I Like:

(Hindi) “kitnaa pyaaraa waadaa hai in matwaali aankhon kaa…”
Music: R. D. Burman