Poetry Books
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Kritya publication
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 Dear
Ratiji,
I''m in Ghent now. Since only a couple of weeks. Ah! I should
have begun by saying "sorry" for not coming to
Thiruvananthapuram to see 'Kritya', and for not sending you till
now that something about 'Poetry and Physics', two promises I
made to you when we met in Kaladi. Hereby, I am trying to keep
the second one.
My coming to Europe got delayed again. This time no visa issues,
but the red-tape of administrative offices here in Belgian
universities. I had been kept away from 'my world' for about
three and a half months, since I left Imperial College, London.
What I meant by 'my world' is the world of physics, paradise for
me where I take great delight in aligning lasers, performing
day-long experiments, obtaining results, analyzing them and all
that. Yes, that same feeling one gets when walking alone in a
beach in the evening, watching the sunset, that is what I used
to get when I see the back-reflections of the red laser from
some finely polished lens or a beam-splitter. The same emotions
I had when I bath my hopes in the small river near my house, I
have when I perform innumerable calculations to get my
laboratory setups right. That is what I told you, for me physics
is such a passion. No, an obsession, a special kind of serene
madness of mine.
Well, now here, I am not even in the department of Physics. This
is the faculty of engineering, and even at the end of my
research I'll be getting a PhD in electrical engg, but that is
how narrow the margins are between disciplines nowadays when it
come to post-graduate reserach. And I consider
what I do here as physics itself, and I enjoy it. Because I am
still searching for fresh ideas, new methods. Just like Jaroslav
Siefert said that he was seeking beautiful words, I am too, but
beautiful id eas.
And as he said it is better than killing and murdering. Now that
I'm back in this world of mine, where I read journal-papers that
talk of the infinite ways people from all around the world have
thought of, those many paths they took in solving some problem,
whatever it is, and here I find solace. Then, when I myself do
experiments in a lab, it is like making the ideas to dance
or to
sing a nice tune. That is where I see poetry in physics. When
ideas or theorems or hypothesis take forms as experiments, and
when we apply all our dedication and test our perseverence to
the very end to mould them into useful results, that is how I
see poetry in it. Maybe when I write a poem,and a thought is put into words, it is faster. But, giving
method to madness is no crime, I think. This cobweb of mine
where I enjoy being trapped, this stream which I always enjoy
swimming for hours and hours, this was what I missed, even
though I was relishinng the monsoon at home.
But that was the reason I didn't come to Kritya. I wasn't
feeling well at home. That home which I love more than anything,
that which I am always nostalgic about. If it had not been for
the reason of my love to sincere scientific research, I
would never have left my home, in the first place.
Whatever prevented me from getting back into this dreamland I am
in now, the ill-feeling I had to that was what kept me from
doing nothing during my time at home. It was just like being
separated from your lover. You may have read my poem, 'A Unique,
In All Sense, Ongoing Love Affair' in my book. That love was
kept away from me. And I couldn't take that lightly. With such a
troubled mind I didn't want to travel, to come to see Kritya.
Next time I come home, I will definitely come to Kritya, this
last time I'm really sorry.
Here, now I am enjoying that reunion with my love. I do not know
what more to write about the relationship I have understood
between poetry and physics. But as I have also written in my
book, poetry has always been the 'brilliant beauty' for me, and
physics was the 'beautiful brilliance'. I'll
write to you in greater detail about my life in Ghent some other
time.
with a lot of respect outshining regrets
Sandeep Kalathimekkad |
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