Random pics from Amrikaa :D

The Visit

He was sat in his bucolic leather-back chair
shrouded by a haze of obliging, benignant air
not by virtue but possibly by the smoke,
that lingered with an aroma of pleasant hope.

As I entered the room, I remember, he shot a quick look,
Sizing me up from head onto the foot,
He couldn't make note of much so he started right away,
A seemingly harmless question, how was your day?

Reasonably well, I recall muttering out loud,
Not very interested in his persistent spout,
And as I continued to recline away to merriment,
It was not before long, the dialog wasn't reminiscent.

I now continued on a path of beleaguered ferns,
trudging along the trail of the redolent soil,
fresh from a showery spell of nature's love,
lit with the sunlight underlining the canopy above.

And I continued onwards, lured by a sense of nostalgia,
By, an inexplicable desire of seeking long lost love,
Until I reached a tree that separated from the rest,
In that it was home to two bluebirds warbling in their nest.

The father then came, a beautiful father he was,
a ring of green around the neck and hood of satin white.
As he continued feeding, his young his prized catch,
they kept chirping and warbling in their colloquial delight.

And the forest , like a utopia of uninterrupted bliss,
Sat back to admire this little relationship blooming amidst.
And then, rather serendipitously my eye wandered to a pond,
murky and shallow, it begged me to respond.

As I leaned over onto my reflection, it leaned back at me,
a gasp escaped my lips unconsoled by the sudden frenzy,
that surrounded me unrelentingly, getting ever frenetic,
It was my face alright, but the eyes were of a heretic.

And the forest was now its primordial self,
under a setting sun, with clouds bulging and giving away at will,
tormenting showers that muted the benevolent trill,
of the bluebirds that flew in search of cover, away from peril.

Throbbing guilt suddenly pounded in my veins,
delirious thoughts scrambled and reveled in my pain,
And I still didn't know why this dream of such promise,
Was now turning into an abject nightmare, an undeniable abyss.

And then, played a requiem that flooded into ubiquity,
And right before I realised, my father's body, I saw paralyzed,
lying in a crystalline coffin with red roses and orchid wines,
Just the way he wished to die, I could never realise, such a heretic was I.

And then, as I began to plead for mercy, begging freedom,
from this ethereal nightmare, this bestial prison,
A sudden impulse of energy ran through my forehead, like a concussion,
and every little nerve rejoiced in almost sudden gratification.

And I found myself now, suddenly very wide awake,
hugging my chair, behaving childishly innate,
Dr. Freud purposefully smiled , and sat me up straight,
"Well, you know my son, it's almost never too late ... ".


Kartiek Agarwal

Wild America!

Well, its been about a month now here in Pennsylvania, about a third of the way through my research internship under Dr. Lakhtakia at Penn State University. We have been trying to observe a [content suppressed for the time being :)]. With the physics part being mostly done, the numerical analysis remains, and this is what is causing a few hiccups here and there. Nonetheless, I had a wonderful day today at work, with my program finally finding some (loads really, its swinging now :) ) solutions to a deviously eluding multivariable complex function. Problem is that this non-explicit function is nowhere analytic, well not even continous or even defined at places. Hence, convergence programs fail most of the times. What I have tried to do though is to fill in these gaps to form atleast piecewise continous parts, helping me to run a Newton Rhapson algorithm in some form. I am also looking at using a zero crossing method that switches between real and imaginary parts till a simultaneous crossing is found. Nevertheless, this blog post is a tribute to the wildlife here in Pennsylvania so we should focus on that now! On my customary evening walks with my uncle here who is also a professor at Penn State University (and its so pleasant, occasionally mild downpour at about 25 degree centigrade) , we found that cute guy above trying to cross the road. For your information, there are 2 fresh water streamlets running on either side of the road!



As I watched it in its struggle to cross the road, a guy whisked past me in his, toyota was it ?,only to stop , wheel back, and park his car at the side, to have a look for himself. What I found more amusing was that, this guy, whose picture you can see above, decided to stand in the middle of the road for the next 15 minutes or so, so as to warn any cars of the threat they could be to the turtle! Realising this was taking just too long, he tried helping the turtle on by trying to poke at it and push it with his foot, but the turtle wagged its mouth at him in a loud hiss of self-defense to warn him off! Finally, the man gathered enough courage to pick the little beast off and drop him at the stream nearby :) . I was, ofcourse, content in watching the action unfold at a safe distance (yeah, you have to be saying, "this guy, scared of a turtle?") , oh and I had to run back to my place and back to the scene of action to get the camera in the meantime. About half a mile, so could have been about 4-5 minutes.

Yeaiii, look at my claws!!!

Well, for some things, you just got to love America. :)

The Painting

The blues, the greys,
the colours all sprayed,
all bitterly fail to convey,
the depth of your eyes.
so suggestively innocent,
yet stunningly wide,
with the darkness and depth,
of another world inside.

Forming, turning,
unaware of any peril,
leaving a plethora of emotions
unraveling at will.
like progenies of
the odd perturbations,
deftest views of
irradiating scintillations

yet stirring up storms
in my observation,
providing the magical bursts of
the few moments worth elation,
set back by
the very realisation
of the infiniteness of your soul
and the humility of my creation.


Kartiek Agarwal

Inspiration - Da Vinci's tireless attempts to paint the perfect flowing river , the heart of the matter of difficulty being the chaos in nature, the intricate balance of imbalance!

Melancholy, My Love

Melancholy, my love,
I write this hesitantly,
love for me doesn't come easy,
truth be told,
people scrutinize my sincerity,
towards you,
and towards my family.

Melancholy, my love,
I swear to bear with you,
and not be swayed,
by passion,
who tries all that is,
but pray, our love for each other,
be passionate as ever.

Melancholy, my love,
your sorrow is now mine,
its all I ever asked,
a love so pure,
the jealous can't realize,
the world would never mind,
the empathy you confide.

Melancholy, my love,
you are the only one ever
to know me as I am,
to know me like no other,
like love had never,
So if you ever leave,
Know I will be melancholy while dying.

Melancholy, my love,
with shining bright tulips,
in their moonlit glory,
I adorn you all above,
let me whisper in your ear so you know,
you're my first and only
confession of true love.


Kartiek Agarwal.