A recruiter calls me to talk about a Data Science position in Pune…

A recruiter calls me this morning, from Hyderabad, all unexpectedly. No emails beforehand, no recruiter messages at a jobs-site, no SMSs, nothing. Just a direct call. They are considering me for a Data Science position, in Pune. She says it’s a position about Data Science and Python.

Asks about my total and relevant experience. I tell: 23 years in all, ~12 years in s/w development. She asks about my Python experience. I tell: Familiarity for, may be, 10 years if not more; actual use for, may be, 5–6 years. (Turns out to be since 2006, and since at least 2013–14 times, in connection with scripting while using the open-source FEM libraries, respectively.)

She then asks me about my data science experience.

I tell that I’ve been into it for about a year by now, but no professional, paid experience as such. Also add that I do understand kernels from the Kaggle competitions. (In fact, I can think of bringing about meaningful variations in them too.)

She asks about my last job. I tell: Academia, recently, after PhD. (She sounds a bit concerned, may be confused. She must be looking at my resume.) But before that, I was in the software field, I say. And now, am now looking for a Data Science position. I then add: In the software development field, my last job was as a Systems Architect, reporting directly to the CEO. … By this time, she must have spotted this software experience listing in my resume. She says “OK,” with just a shade of a sense of satisfaction audible in the way she sounds.

She then again asks me about my Data Science experience. I now tell her directly: Paid experience, 0 (zero) years.

Hearing it, she keeps the phone down. Just like that. Without any concluding remarks. Not even just a veneer of a courtesey like a hurried “OK, if you are found suitable, we will get back to you” etc. Nothing. Not even that. No thanks, nothing.

She. Just. Keeps. The. Phone. Down.


It must be a project for one of those companies from America, especially from California, especially from the San Francisco Bay Area. Only they can be as dumbidiots* as that. And, they could very well be one of those “Capitalist”s, esp. Indians—there and here. “You are just as good as your performance on your last job!” Said sternly. And, the quote taken literally. In the current context, it is obviously taken to mean that I am as good as zero, when it comes to Data Science positions.

Dumbidiots*. Zeno’s descendents. They don’t deserve to hire me.

But these stupididiots* do amass a lot of money for themselves. Help build the nation. Etc.

Rich idiocy.


*By the rules of the Sanskrit grammar, this “sandhi” is correct. English is an Indo-European language. So, such a “sandhi” should be allowed. The jointed word means something like “k’mt’om” [^] “moorkha”. (You look up “moorkha”.)


A song I like:
(Hindi) “hum the, woh thee, aur, samaa rangeen…”
Singer: Kishore Kumar
Lyrics: Majrooh Sultanpuri
Music: S. D. Burman

 

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Work Is Punishment

Work is not worship—they said.

It’s a punishment, full stop!—they said.

One that is to be smilingly borne.

Else you lose your job.

And so lose everything else too. …


Hmmm… I said. … I was confused.

Work is enjoyment, actually. … I then discovered.

I told them.


They didn’t believe.

Not when I said it.

Not because they ceased believing in me.

It’s just that. They. Simply. Didn’t. Believe. In. It.

And they professed to believe in

a lot of things that never did make

any sense to themselves.

They said so.

And it was so.


A long many years have passed by, since then.


Now, whether they believe in it or not,

I have come to believe in this gem:

Work is punishment—full stop.


That’s the principle on the basis of which I am henceforth going to operate.

And yes! This still is a poem alright?

[What do you think most poems written these days are like?]

It remains a poem.


And I am going to make money. A handsome amount of money.

For once in my life-time.

After all, one can make money and still also write poems.

That’s what they say.

Or do science. Real science. Physics. Even physics for that matter.

Or, work. Real work, too.


It’s better than having no money and…

.


 

 

 

TL;DR: Why am I jobless?

TL;DR: Why am I jobless?

Because, they had no guts (or even sense) to give me a job in time, and thereby allow even me to become a rich man—even if they had always had the wealth to do so. Only if they were honest enough!


Simple enough a formulation, no?

But does it carry even a ring of a truth? The responsibility of finding an answer to this question rests with those who raise it.


A song I like:

(Hindi) “dil mein kisi ke pyaar kaa…”
Music: Ravi [Sharma]
Lyrics: Saahir Ludhiyaanvi
Singer: Lata Mangeshkar

[Lata is good here but I like her much better in the original song (i.e. another song of the same tune, by the same composer): “woh dil kahaan se laaoon…” If I were to rate that song, I would put her at the top, followed by Ravi and then by Rajinder Kishen (the lyricist for the original one). Rajinder Kishen’s lyrics for the original song were very good too, and he is a great lyricist—he has penned some really memorable songs in his career. But somehow, I like the theme and the tone of the present lyrics by Saahir better. “dil mein kisi ke pyaar kaa jalataa huaa diyaa, duniyaa ki aandhiyon se bhalaa yeh boojhegaa kyaa?” … Sublime!

Kishore Kumar, in comparison to all the four, comes across as a much lesser guy in his version of the present song. Having appreciated and admired him very deeply over so many years, it was not exactly a simple statement to make, but that’s the way things are here.]

 

 

 

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!

 

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:

  1. https://arxiv.org/abs/1007.4184
  2. https://arxiv.org/abs/1703.10620

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?