No one can choose your mountain
or tell you when to climb…..
It’s yours alone to challenge
at your own pace and time!
Broadcasting my thoughts
No one can choose your mountain
or tell you when to climb…..
It’s yours alone to challenge
at your own pace and time!
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– September 1, 2008
By now, some of Ramanujan’s work had been published in the Journal of the Indian Mathematical Society and he’d become a familiar figure in Madras mathematical circles. A short, plump man with a big head and bright, burning eyes, his long hair combed and tucked according to Brahmin Custom, he inspired everyone he met. But at the time India was a mathematical backwater: there was no one in the country who could assess Ramanujan’s work or provide him the necessary intellectual stimulation. Friends urged him to send his work to England, then one of the centres of world mathematics.
Thrice Ramanujan wrote to eminent mathematicians. All three times he received non-committal replies. Then, on January 16,1913, he wrote to Hardy. That letter was to change Ramanujan’s life forever and lead to an extraordinary intellectual partnership.
As soon as he realized Ramanujan’s worth, Hardy urged him to come and work in Cambridge. Ramanujan’s mother, however, was dead against the idea. For orthodox Hindus, crossing the seas meant losing caste and risking social ostracism when they returned. Moreover, in May 1913, Madras University awarded Ramanujan a two year scholarship worth Rs.75 a month. For the first time in his life Ramanujan was free to think of mathematics all day long without being worried about making ends meet.
Ironically, it was Ramanujan’s mother who broke the impasse. She announced one morning that she’d seen her son seated in a large room surrounded by Europeans. The goddess Namagiri had then appeared and told her not to prevent her first born from fulfilling his destiny.
Ramanujan arrived at Trinity College, Cambridge, in April 1914, a few months before World War I began. there is no record of his first meeting with Hardy. But no two men could be more different. Hardy, then 37, was lean and handsome, passionately fond of cricket, a skeptic and rationalist who, as one of his friends put it,”considered God his personal enemy.” Chubby Ramanujan, on the other hand had no interests in sprots and was a devout Hindu who saw the divine everywhere. “An equation,” he once said, “has no meaning it expresses a thought of God.”
There was a great difference in their approach to mathematics, too. Unlike Hardy, Ramanujan thought intuitively-he didn’t bother much about rigorously proving his results. Moreover, because he was largely self-taught, he knew nothing about many vitally important areas of modern mathematics. Hardy, therefore, had to bring him up-to-date in these matters but in a way that would not destroy Ramanujan’s self confidence nor dry up his inspiration. “I succeeded,”Hardy said later, “though obviously I learnt from him much more than he learnt from me.” And during Ramanujan’s five years in England , Hadry and he collaborated on some of the finest mathematical papers ever written.
Ramanujan blossomed at Cambridge-at one time , Hardy said “he was showing me half a dozen new theorems a day”-but he never really liked living in England. He hated the cold, damp weather,so different from sunny Madras.Indeed, his first few nights at Cambridge were most uncomfortable. Only after another Indian student showed him that English bed are made with blankets tucked in a bedsheet did Ramanujan finally get a good night’s sleep. Until then, he’d been lying on the top of the blankets, shivering in an overcoat and shawl.
Food, too, was a problem. A strict vegetarian, Ramanujan had to be very careful of what he ate and usually cooked in his own room. Once, at a London boarding-house, Ramanujan drank some Ovaltine. Shortly afterwards, he glanced at the container and was horrified to find that the beverage contained egg. A few hours later, he was caught in an air raid, and though he wasn’t hurt, was convinced that this was punishment from God.
to be continued………..
Posted in Mathematician.
– September 1, 2008
Much of Srinivasa Ramanujan’s work is in number theory, a branch of mathematics that deals with the subtle laws and relationships that govern numbers. Mathematicians describe his results as “Elegant” and “Beautiful” but they are much too complex to be appreciated by the layman. His life, though, is a different matter . Full of drama and pathos, it is one of the great romantic stories of mathematics, a poignant reminder that genius can surface and flourish in the most unpromising circumstances.
Born on December 22,1887, Ramanujan came from a family of poor but high caste Aiyangar Brahmins. His father was an ill-paid accountant of a Kumbakonam, TN,cloth merchant. Like many geniuses, Ramanujan was the eldest child: in fact, his parents had no children for several years after marriage and, so Ramanujan’s mother claimed, it was only because the family had prayed to goddess Namagiri Lakshmi that Ramanujan was born.
Ramanujan’s interest in mathematics became evident very early. As a child he was curious about the distance and shape of the stars and calculated the length of the Equator all by himself. His teachers, recognizing his gifts, gave him the job of preparing the school’s time-tables.
His mother Komalattammal also got him interested in astrology and palmistry and throughtout his life Ramanujan, like another great mathematician, Isaac Newton, remained an enthusiastic devotee of the occult.
At the age of 15, Ramanujan borrowed an advanced mathematics textbook from the local college library. It wasn’t a good book-it was only a catalogue of results without comprehensive proofs- but it captivated Ramanujan and stimulated him to start his own creative work.
In 1903, Ramanujan got a first class in the school leaving exam and won a college scholarship. But much too wrapped up in mathematics to study any other subject, he was an academic disaster. He took the college exam twice and failed both times.
These were Ramanujan’s grimmest years. By now, his parents had two more sons and the family’s finances were more precarious than ever. When his parents, upset by his failure in college, insisted that he earn some money, he started giving maths tuitions. But he was a poor teacher- he talked above the heads of the students and they soon stopped coming to him.
Ramanujan’s sole consolation during this period was his own mathematics. Nobody understood what he was doing: he had progressed far beyond any textbook available at Kumbakonam. But his head teamed with mathematical ideas and he worked on them feverishly, sometimes hiding under the cot to avoid his parents wrath. The goddess Namagiri, he told his friends was inspiring him.
Hoping it would bring him down to earth, Ramanujan’s parents got him married in 1909. Since Janakiammal, Ramanujan’s bride, was just ten, she came only occasionally to Kumbakonam. Indeed, in thier 11 years of marriage, Janaki and Ramanujan spent less than three years together.(She died in 1994, and outlived Ramanujan by 74 years)
Desperate to get a job, Ramanujan turned for help to people interested in mathematics. Inspired by what he saw in Ramanujan’s notebooks (though he couldn’t understand much of it),R.Ramachandra Rao, collector of Nellore and later president of the Indian Mathematical Society, Offered to pay Ramanujan a monthly stipend. Ramanujan was free to simply dream on about maths.
Although he accepted the offer, Ramanujan felt humiliated at having to live on charity and kept looking for a job. Finally, in March 1912, thanks to a manager who was a keen amateur mathematician, he got a clerical post at the Madras Port Trust. But it didn’t pay much- onlyRs.25 a month- and unable to buy all the paper he needed, Ramanujan did his equations on discarded Port Trust wrapping paper.
Despite his poverty, this was a productive period for Ramanujan. He was so intent on his work that he often didn’t stop, even to eat- Janaki and his mother fed him at mealtimes so that he could continue writing.
to be continued………..
Posted in Mathematician.
– August 29, 2008
Dear Friends,
From this blog onwards i’m sharing an article which was published in a book sometimes back . I had this copy of the article so thought of sharing with you all. Its quite lengthy so i’m sharing in sequence. This article is on Mr.Ramanujan, the Great Mathematician who made the country proud with his unique knowledge & experiancing with the numbers & theorems. I think its my honour to share an article on such a great personality on my blog. Whenever you get time just have a glance of it. Thanks.
Godfrey Hardy was annoyed. The renowned Cambridge Mathematician has just received a letter from a strange Indian named Srinivasa Ramanujan asking him for his opinion of 120 mathematical theorems that Ramanujan claimed he’d discovered. Hardy regularly got letters from cranks claiming to have solved all kinds of problems, and this one seemed no different. He glance at it with distaste.
Many of the theorems made no sense. Of the others, one or two were already well-known. Ramanujan must be some kind of fraud, Hardy decided, and tossed the letter aside.
But all that day the letter kept nagging Hardy. Might there be something in those wild-looking theorems? That evening he summoned fellow mathematician J.E.Littlewood, and the two set out to assess the Indian’s worth.
By midnight they knew the truth. Srinivasa Ramanujan was a genius. As Hardy explained later, many of those fantastic theorems had to be true because “no one would have had the imagination to invent them.”
That incident in January 1913 was a turning point in the history of mathematics. At the time, Ramanujan was obscure Madras Port Trust clerk. A little more than a year later, he was at Cambridge University, and begining to be recognized as one of the most amazing mathematicians the world has known. Though he died on 1920, much of his work so far in advance of his time that only recent years is it beginning to be properly understood. Indeed, his results are helping solve today’s problems in computer science and physics, in cancer research and polymer chemistry-problems that he’d had no inkling of.
For Indians, moreover, Ramanujan has a special significance. “Until Ramanujan,” said Dr S.S.Rangachari, formerly of the School of Mathematics at the Tata Institute of Fundemental Research,Mumbai, “India had not produced a first-rate mathematician for hundreds of years. Ramanujan inspired many Indians to adopt mathematics as a career. He gave us all a feeling of self-confidence, and since his time we’ve had mathematicians of international calibre.”
……to be continued
info:Readers Digest
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– August 28, 2008
Like the sun…………always be bright in heart,
Like the sea…………with a heart vast & wide,
Like the sky……….with a heart unendingly tall,
Like the flowers……….with a heart forever beautiful,
With a heart set of happiness,
Like the wind………..be free!
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– August 27, 2008
A man planted a rose and watered it faithfully and before it blossomed, he examined it.
He saw the bud that would soon blossom, but notice thorn upon the stem and he thought, “How can any beautiful flower come from a plant burdened with so many sharp thorns? Saddened by this thought, he neglected to water the rose, and just before it was ready to bloom…….it died.
So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a rose. The God-like qulaities planted in us at birth, grow amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves and see only the thorns, the defects.
We despair, thinking that nothing good can possibly come from us. We neglect to water the good within us and eventually it dies. We never realize our potential.
”One of the greatest gifts a person can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns of another, and find the rose within them.”
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– August 26, 2008
Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The favorite.
Green said:
“Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority.”
Blue interrupted:
“You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing.”
Yellow chuckled:
“You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun.”
Orange started next to blow her trumpet:
“I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.”
Red could stand it no longer he shouted out:
“I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life’s blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.”
Purple rose up to his full height:
He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: “I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey.”
Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination:
“Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”
And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.
In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak:
“You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don’t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me.”
Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.
The rain continued
“From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow.”
And so, whenever a good rain washes the world, and a Rainbow appears in the sky, let us remember to appreciate one another….
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– August 21, 2008

Hello Dear Friends,
Thanks for all your comments & wishes.
Wish you all a happy & bright week ahead.
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– August 18, 2008
CONGRATULATIONS ABHINAV BINDRA!
HE WON THE FIRST GOLD MEDAL FOR INDIA IN BEIJING OLYMPICS WITH A SCORE OF 700.5.
HE MADE THE COUNTRY PROUD!!!
CONGRATS ONCE AGAIN!
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– August 11, 2008
Thanks a lot RAJ(Student VIHE) for helping me load one of my fav. music in my blog. Sorry i made a mistake friends as it was my first attempt i loaded all the songs with my fav. one. That’s why i just again posting it. Hope you enjoy it.
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– August 8, 2008