Thursday 5 July 2012

Satyendra Nath Bose: The 'god particle's' India connect


Scientists at Europe's CERN research centre have found a new subatomic particle that could be the Higgs boson, the basic building block of the universe. The 83-year-old British physicist Peter Higgs, who proposed the existence of the boson which bears his name in the 1960s, was at CERN today, and was clearly overwhelmed. "It is an incredible thing that it has happened in my lifetime," he said.

Much to the discomfort of many scientists, some commentators have labelled this the "God particle." And that indeed it may be. The Higgs boson, which until now has been a theoretical particle, is seen as the key to understanding why matter has mass, which combines with gravity to give an object weight. The idea is much like gravity and Isaac Newton's discovery of it: Gravity was there all the time before Newton explained it.

Interestingly, at CERN, there is a Chola bronze statue of Lord Shiva performing the cosmic dance called "Tandav" - the dance of destruction. Indian scientists are amongst those from 100 other nations working at CERN's atom smasher, the $10 billion Large Hadron Collider on the Swiss-French border, has been creating high-energy collisions of protons to investigate dark matter, anti-matter and the creation of the universe, which many theorize occurred in a massive explosion known as the Big Bang. And India has contributed high-tech equipment worth 30 million dollars and over 100 human years of expert service.

But that's not where the India connect ends. It’s much more fundamental but seems almost forgotten. The boson is named after an Indian physicist, Satyendra Nath Bose - who lived and worked in Kolkata and Dhaka - and was a contemporary of Albert Einstein.

He made important contributions to the field of quantum physics in the 1920s - contributions that changed how particle physics has been  studied ever since. Dr Bose's work on Quantum Mechanics was adopted by Einstein, who extended it to the concept of the Bose-Einstein condensate - a dense collection of bosons, sub-atomic particles with integer spin.

After his  graduation from Presidency College in Kolkata, and Masters from Calcutta University, Bose joined the Physics Department of the university in 1916. In 1921, he moved to the University of Dhaka where set up whole new departments and laboratories to teach Undergraduate and Graduate courses.

Bose moved back to Kolkata in 1945, and continued to research and teach there till his death in 1974. He was awarded the Padma Bhushan, India's second highest civilian award, in 1954.

Ironically, it was a 'mistake' by Bose that laid the foundations of the Bose–Einstein statistics or quantum statistics, as acknowledged by Einstein and Paul Dirac.

Bose wanted to show his students at the Dhaka University that the contemporary theory was inadequate, because it predicted results not in accordance with experimental results. But he committed an error in applying the theory, which unexpectedly gave a prediction that agreed with the experiment. Realising this may not be an error in fact, he fashioned his lecture into an article and sent it off to Albert Einstein - who translated it into German - and had it published in a leading European science journal.

In what may only be termed as a grave oversight, Satyendra Nath Bose was never considered for the Nobel Prize. Yet, at least 10 scientists have been awarded the Nobel for their research in the field of particle physics based on concepts like the Bose-Einstein Condensate or the boson - the last one in 2001, when Eric Allin Cornell, Carl Edwin Wieman and Wolfgang Ketterle were awarded for "the achievement of Bose-Einstein condensation in dilute gases of alkali atoms, and for early fundamental studies of the properties of the condensates."

 (Some parts of this write up have been published on www.ndtv.com)





Tuesday 3 July 2012

No News, Bad English and a "eureka" weekend

NEWS - that is what I live for, and by. Quite literally. It is what has driven me for the last decade and more - my source of sustenance,  my adrenalin rush, the raison d'ĂȘtre for my being... And  with that comes the constant struggle to put out news as correctly as possible, as fast as possible - and in this endeavour to be first, fast and accurate (in which I must admit I am routinely beaten) - my effort to speak and write correct English.

This weekend past, I learnt that both these things (NEWS and English) I could do without; that maybe I have attached so much importance to these two aspects that I've had many opportunities pass me by, many moments missed and many people discarded as 'not being up to the mark.'

A view from a hilltop at Mukteshwar, 40 kms from Nathuakhan
And all this after spending two nights at a quaint cottage in Natuakhan , a village at an elevation of 6400 feet in Nainital district - 340 kilometres from Delhi (that translates into an 8-9 hour drive).

So what brought about this epiphany?

Before I get to that , here's the company - Me, My Wife (she's known me for ten years and my aunt once told me the only reason I was seeing her was that her English was better than mine), My Cousin (the moving force behind this trip, and someone who pestered me long enough to take time off for it), Her Friend (who turned out to be an affable vegetarian and a great sport).

Since names aren't really needed in what I am about to narrate - I shall - for the benefit of all - refer to our three protagonists (sans yours truly) as Wife, Cousin and Friend.

(My) Cousin, who I think pens her thoughts down as a cathartic exercise, and carries her note book everywhere, sat me down on a lazy, idyllic afternoon - and read out some of what she had written - thoughts that were meant to be intensely private - and perhaps, all she expected was an ear with empathy. Instead I had this great urge (and I did tell her so) to edit the copy for articles, prepositions - just tighten the script, say it better.  That evening on maturer (read: whiskey-laced) reflection I realised what a jerk I had been.  I had as much right in telling her that piece needed a quick spell-check and grammar-fix as US of A telling countries around the world how to run their affairs... at least the latter has money and power - I don't.

And then there was (the) Friend - a person who I'd never met before - a new acquaintance who I was busy being polite to. I 'couldn't saw' the 'didn't went'  with a grimace and a clenched fist. At dumb-charades, Cold Creek Manor was interpreted as Cold Creek Manner...and there he strutted on as I threw wild guesses.  And then I realised what an affable and fun chap he was - easy of manner and clear of thought. No, I did not like the way he spoke in English and had the greatest urge to correct him, but yes, I could understand every word he said - his thoughts well punctuated.  The man had been  to a top B-school and cracked the Chartered Accountancy exam whilst still in college; he reports to bosses in Shanghai and Hong Kong and they seem to understand him perfectly well.  So here is the question - is the obsessiveness about correct English overrated? Isn't there a world out there ( a glimpse of which I had over the weekend) which depends on language for communication, and does seem to get on pretty well in making itself understood?  Is this brouhaha of  'oh the missed hyphen' and 'such elementary mistakes' just that - floccinaucinihilipilification (much ado over something of little or no value)?

And as I was  gathering my thoughts on the way back - it struck me ~ hadn't seen a newspaper in three days, no TV or radio either - and more importantly, hadn't missed it. No NEWS - that was a first in at least 10 years, and I really can't remember the last time I went 48 hours without looking at a newspaper, or  at least a half hour news bulletin (even if it was of the Doordarshan variety). And to wonder how that though hadn't crossed my mind in all this time. I was happy star-gazing, book-reading, chit-chatting and whiskey-sipping - almost as if all was well with the world and there was nothing that I wanted to know about. Agreeable food and company, good wine and a good book - and my (long-suffering) companion of ten years - Wife, were all that I'd thought about. The only other constant presence in my thoughts - Masha - our three-year old Labrador, who we'd had to leave behind in Delhi.

Hmmm! Stunned as I am at my own eureka moments - it humbles me to know what I do doesn't even affect everyone I know. So while I still find it in myself to strive to do better at work - I realise more than ever - that is what it is - work. Yes, I enjoy it - sometime vicariously so - but that then it hits home - it's  a part of my life (by implication - there is more to life).

So here's looking forward to a few more 'newsless' days, as I set forth to discover all that  I have buried away and forgotten, locked and left behind - my 'janus' faces - and see where  or what that leads me to...