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Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Beauty Math

What do great scientists and eternal beauties have in common?

Mathematics of course!

Scientists, architects and mathematicians have shared the numbers with the greatest of beauties, artists & musicians! May it be the golden ratio, the Body Mass Index (BMI) or the Waist-Hip ratio…appearance is ruled by numbers!

Sounds quite unaesthetic right?

Well…Marylin Monroe, Sophia Loren, Madhubala, Nutan….they all are a part of a few stunning equations and endless charm! Here are a few…

Golden ratio: Two quantities are in the golden ratio if the ratio between the sum of those quantities and the larger one is the same as the ratio between the larger one and the smaller. The golden ratio is approximately 1.6180339887.

Mona Lisa, for example, employs the golden ratio in its geometric equivalents. So, more of a 1.6 ratio your face achieves, more beautiful your are thought to be.


The Body Mass Index (BMI): The proportion of the body mass of the person to the body structure indicates the BMI which has a big place in the perception of beauty.
In other words ‘your weight divided by the square of your height is your BMI’.

BMI has been used by the WHO as the standard for recording obesity statistics since the early 1980s.
 However the optimum BMI differs from region to region.
In the US the chart is as follows:

Category
BMI range - kg/m2

Starvation
less than 15

Underweight
from 15 to 18.5

Normal
from 18.5 to 25

Overweight
from 25 to 30

Obese
from 30 to 40

Morbidly Obese
greater than 40


Last I checked I was 28. Might have crossed 30 by now  :(:(

In Singapore 18.5 to 22.9 is normal.

The Western ideal considers a slim and slender body mass as optimal while many historic cultures consider a rounded and plump body-mass as appealing.

Waist-Hip Ratio: The waist-hip ratio (WHR) of women is very strongly correlated to attractiveness across all cultures. Women with a 0.7 WHR (waist circumference that is 70% of the hip circumference) are usually rated as more attractive by men from European cultures. Marilyn Monroe had a WHR of 0.7. Different countries find different numbers appealing –
0.6 in China,
0.8 or 0.9 in parts of South America and Africa etc.

Body fat percentage (Fat mass vs. lean body mass), Basal metabolic rate BMR (the amount of energy expended while at rest) and Skeletal Muscle percentage are few of the other equations that make or break our appearance in the eye of the beholder. 

Some of the regular ideal proportions amaze us:

  • Ideal height is eight heads (yes our very own head) tall.
  • The arms' wingspan (measured from the tips of the middle fingers) is about equal to the body height.
  • The eyes are right in the middle of the face.
  • The head can be equally divided at forehead, nose & chin.
  • Eyes are separated with width of one eye.
  • The bottom of the nose to the corner of the eye is equal to the height of the ear.
  • The width of the base of the nose is equal to the width of the eye.
 But wait. Before you go number crunching, there is one thing you must never let out of your sight. Digits are fine but what no math can do is make you look up, walk tall and radiate with confidence. And that is exactly what they mean by ‘inner beauty’. The kind of person you are, shows through straight 'n' clear and makes up for the charm part of the answer. That is one equation you can't set right (no formula or face cream will help) unless you are willing.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Barase Badariya Sawan Ki

Just feel like closing my eyes and dancing on this....so what if my name is not Meera....


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Rainbow Bridge

Euthanasia is a Greek term for Good Death. Euthanasia for pets is often described as providing the most humane death possible to companion animals when everything else has failed. To help them cross over the Rainbow Bridge. This post is about the tug of war that one goes through while deciding whether to go ahead with it or not and when is the right time.

Sherry (our cat) was in a bad shape after a traumatic dog attack in 2009. Everyone said, "you are making her suffer just for your sake....put her to sleep." I didn't have the heart. She battled for two days. She writhed. Painful pangs made her wrench and jolt. I was holding her in my arms in the backseat of our car. The convulsions made her whirl into the air, bump her head on the car ceiling and almost hurled onto the front seat. This happened for a few minutes and she was quiet. My husband asked me, "should we take her back to the hospital (where she was on an IV for two days) and end her misery?"

I said no. Maybe she will recover. Maybe she will fight back and get well. I held on. Maybe that is the difference between a lay person and a doctor. Not to know when to let go.

She suffered for a few more hours after which she went to sleep with her eyes open. I couldn't believe she was gone. We both held her and cried. To get over the 'last look' takes a long time. She just kept looking straight into my eyes before she went. That one look tells you that humans are animals too and all animals communicate. They don't say it, you don't understand it and yet it is conveyed. It just reaches out of them and into you. Such is the simplicity of communication of beings.

We didn't have the heart to put her to sleep. She was gone on her own.

Last December we went through the same with Jojo (our other cat). This time I was alone at home. Hubby was out of town. Jojo was just the opposite. No dog attack, no convulsion, no painful pangs....absolutely nothing. Just a liver that had decided to stop functioning.

I behaved exactly like last year and refused to let her go.
I was party to animal dysthanasia (practice of prolonging life of animals who are terminally ill when either the guardian rejects euthanasia or scientists want to study the disease for a larger cause of finding treatment for such further cases) for totally selfish reasons.

I saw Jojo looking at me just the way Sherry did. You can keep looking at them day and night. Gaze into their eyes and keep talking. But when they give you the 'last look' a chill runs down your spine and you know that the time has come. We had been going to the vet everyday for two months. That was the off day as she couldn't bear the iron injections anymore. She was motionless but for her eyes.

We live in eternal hope. These are the times I remember the night I was at Tata Memorial Hospital. Terrible bone pain had locked my spine and any movement thereof. I lay still. Unable to speak or move but for my eyes. Which would fill up to the brim. The lights at the ITC Grand Central Hotel twinkled like distant stars through the open window until the tears rolled down on their own obeying simple laws of gravity. What if my father and doctors had given up on me them??

I gave the same argument. What if Jojo fights back and lives ten more years? Who am I to take them away?

It has been over six months since she left but I am yet to get over the fact that I finally took her to the vet. The doctor wasn't there. I asked the assistants if she could be put to sleep. They had been seeing her for past two months. I hoped they would say,"She will get better" or any such thing but they said,"It will cost Rs. 1000/-".
I agreed.
They continued," We have an electric crematorium for animals in Chhatarpur. You can take her there after she is dead. It will cost rs. 1000/-".
I agreed.
As they were injecting her with the lethal dose, I asked, "Is it going to hurt her?". They stopped midway, looked at me and said, "Madam, she is already dead".
I didn't agree. I asked,"really??"
One of the assistants tapped, right on the dilated pupil of her open eyes and said, "See, she is dead".

I wrapped her up in a green gamocha I had picked up in Assam. Took almost an hour and a half to locate the crematorium in Chattarpur only to find that the machine had malfunctioned and there was still a dog in it. I didn't know where to go when the assistant at the crematorium mentioned,"We can bury her here if you wish but it will cost Rs. 1500 in fees and you have to buy the salt that is needed for burying."
I agreed.

When my husband came back after ten days and didn't find Jojo at the doorstep to greet him (which she did without fail whenever he came back from office), we also agreed that we will never have a pet again.

We still haven't reached an agreement on when is the right time to help them cross the Rainbow Bridge?

The answer could be hidden in the ambiguous "when they no more have happy days for them".

Thursday, June 9, 2011

:(

Am a little upset and sad today.
For all the 'we care for you' advertising, the banks are becoming more and more impersonal these days.

My bank of 13 years where I have a savings as well as business account acted so strangely with me. I had changed my correspondence address and contacts when I moved to Delhi. They have been sending me all my mails and sms on Delhi address. yesterday I received a cheque from them saying my business account has been closed. Reason - I hadn't filled up KYC forms.

On finding out from phonebanking they told me they had been sending the KYC forms to my defunct Mumbai address.

They send 100s of promotional mailers and sms but they couldn't send me an email or sms regarding KYC? They couldn't call me even once to tell me that my account is being closed??

After two days of frantic calls and contacting everyone I am still left with a cheque in my company name which I cannot encash coz I don't have any other account by that name. To reopen the account I have to provide documents which I am going to take some time to procure. All this when I am in the middle of projects and there are supposed to be cheques coming into this account and going out from it.

There is no point getting sentimental with a bank. I guess I needed this jolt.
You got enough monies, they want you. They will call you hundred times. Give you relationship managers. Send in silver coins etc. etc. I wonder if I had a few crores in that bank, would they still have behaved like this? Would they still have not made a single call to check if I am getting the documents they are sending?

All bank ads are a farce. They don't care a damn about you.
All they want is your money. Nothing else.
No money, no honey.

(Update - after a month of running around nothing turned up. Now I have an account with another bank and have encashed that cheque).

Monday, June 6, 2011

Are you on Facebook?

I met a talented young lady recently. Maybe my age or a year or two younger.

She was related to a friend of mine who was getting married. We met at the marriage hall and got along well. Three days of knowing each other. One evening of continuous chatter. She held a place for me in the crowded marriage hall. I kept a watch on her children. She got me food. I got her water. All in all a very healthy fun time we had with each other.

When it was the time to part, we exchanged phone numbers and addresses.
And then I asked a question which for me seemed innocent but it changed the whole equation between us.

"Are you on Facebook?" I asked.

She looked at me with the corner of her eyes, had a half smile (I haven't been able to decipher it yet) and said, "No Facebook for me, only the phonebook".

It was a nice way of putting it. I liked it.
I smiled at her.

She looked at me with her face still bent at an angle which gave her right eyebrow a natural lift.  Half smile again and a quick turn about.

I stood there like Shah Rukh Khan waiting for Kajol to turn around. I wondered where I went wrong. Was it too soon to mention Facebook? I thought we had become friends in those three days. What made her suddenly pull back the moment I mentioned Facebook? Why was the toothy grin replaced by half a smile?

Finally she turned around as she reached her car across the road. So did the children. A quick 'bye' followed. But by then my Shah Rukh moment was gone. I was no longer wishing 'palat'. I waved and walked back.

I wanted to figure out where did I go wrong. Especially because I am not someone who adds people just to increase the 'friends capital' for numbers sake.

This is what I found about why some people hate Facebook :)

The first reaction is 'It is a waste of time' - True it is. Won't deny that. But just as you spend as per you earn, you facebook as per the free time available to you. Being on Fb by no means implies that you have nothing better to do in life. Some of my friends have very hectic jobs, yet they are active on social networks.


Most people feel 'On Facebook = Privacy Invaded/No Copyright protection' - You post only what you want to share. If it is good it will get downloaded, if bad then it will be surely ignored. For everything else there are emails, snail mails, telephones and personal meetings.


If you send in a friend's request, you are endangering you reputation by coming across as needy - True many people judge you not just as a person but also as per your social standing, before accepting it. Let's not forget, most of these are already your friends in real life who just want an easier way to keep in touch. Nothing more, nothing less.


Was a pleasure meeting you, not really - This is the most common one. As long as it is just a limited amount of time, some people are very comfortable with strangers, colleagues, relatives or long lost friends. They have a great time together. But when it comes to a long drawn thread which keeps the communication in radar for as long as ever, they are not so interested. Very rightly so. They are well within their rights to do so.


I will not be able to 'ignore' a request if a person I don't like sends me one - You can certainly ignore. Or you can let the person know how you feel by sending in a message.


I am more of a real world person, virtual world is not for me - These people stress on the importance of face to face meet ups or telephonic interactions over liking or poking in the virtual world. They are right. Virtual networking does undermine body language, social skills, physiological body changes etc. Dr. Aric Sigman says,"In less than two decades, the number of people saying there is no-one with whom they discuss important matters nearly tripled." But aren't a few 'likes' once in a while better than not speaking for months at all? It's a call you got to take.


Social networking is impersonal - Some feel, it is all information and no action. Unless you act upon it, it is going to be impersonal. The causes, events, book launches provide you the participation opportunities. If you get up and go, it could turn out to be a crusade or a wonderful reunion else it is just another web page wasted.


Status Updates are for pseudo philosophers - One tends to act like a saint at times but that comes from a recent experience or the belief one so strongly supports. It does enhance you elated sense of self when you are feeling good and share it with others or when you are down and people drop in for a hug just because they read your update.


Someone has a hawk eye on anything I post - The fear that every single one of your networking activities is being watched over by data collecting or intelligence agencies and crazy psychopaths can't be ruled out. Bosses, companies and law enforcement bureaus can take your honest innocent confessions and outbursts as evidence against you. For eg. MySpace postings ("I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunkaholic") are part of the prosecution's case in court. I will not argue here. You have got to be vigilant and careful against inappropriate content that might harm you.


Once out there, the data never dies - If you make a mistake by writing or posting in an emotional fit, some feel that even if they delete it, the data is somewhere out there in the webworld which can be fished out by smart computer junkies. Hmm....food for thought. Restrain...restrain...restrain. The keyword is restrain, not refrain.


Minors should not be allowed to be on Facebook - Only children of 13 and above are allowed to register on FB. But I do see a lot younger ones there too. They are all there.


I don't have the time to respond to every new picture or status my friends post. They might think I don't care - You don't have to. You respond only when you feel like or have the time to do so.


I don't like talking about myself. Facebook is so narcissistic - Some feel it is vain to talk about or post pictures of oneself. Even though they feel like telling friends they got a raise or promoted, they fear it might come across as being shallow.


I am not on the same social plane - Superiority or inferiority complexes make some feel that they cannot interact with a few people on an equal level. I faced the same when my ex-domestic help's daughter wanted to add me. One simply has to get rid of this hangover.


I don't want unknown people to contact me - People search for you if they know your name and have  met you at some point in time. The payoff of one high school classmate contacting you, far offsets the ten odd messages unknown people will send you.


I am a private person - No Comments

It distracts and is addictive - True if you don't know when to log out. Most people will go from picture to picture or video to video even though the food has been reheated for them in the kitchen for the third time.


It breeds solitude and apathy towards people around you - Again, controlling when to log out could be an answer.


I am not allowed - People working for the government and other agencies are not allowed by order to have a public profile. They cannot tell us that so they simply say, "I am not a very Facebook kind of a person". It is better not to grill them much if you still haven't gathered that from their crew cut hair and mannerisms.


Facebook is personal space, I don't want to discuss business here - Most Clients either don't want to add subordinates, suppliers or keep their business associates in 'Limited Profile' for this reason.


People lie about themselves on the internet - That might be true for matrimonial or dating sites but strangely, most of the Facebook users are honest about themselves in their profiles.


Over commercialisation of feeds and data to marketeers - Umm...I think the same whenever I have to give out my mail id or phone number for anything or see ads that match the word contents of my emails.

Too much unwanted information - People don't want to know what colour bra you are wearing or how many tequila shots did you in. Fair enough. They want to maintain the image they have of you as they know you too be.


Hate those spelling mistakes - Purists don't like the lazy short forms others use. This is generally combined with one of the other bigger reasons for their aversion but it is one of the put offs for sure.

Whatever the world says or feels about social networking sites, I will always be thankful to 'Orkut' for making me and Partha meet. But yes, from now on I am going to go slow on asking people, "Are you on Facebook?"