Posts Tagged ‘concentration chamber’

shared accommodation in hostels.

Jul 28, 2010

Due to *various reasons*, IISc is falling short of 170-200 rooms for the freshers who have started arriving. An idea was proposed by the Dean, Admission Committee and the Students’ Council to ask existing students to volunteer to share their single-bed rooms with the freshers and, in turn, not pay the hostel fees for the semester. Here are the relevant broadcast and the form for volunteering. The terms/rules for sharing the room are noteworthy.

Here are some sketches on the scenario.

Shared Meal.

Shared Meal.

Shared Commode.

Shared Commode.



Bogie Design.

Bogie Design.



Indian Institute of Space Crunch.

Indian Institute of Space Crunch.



Concentration Chamber.

Concentration Chamber.


concentration improvement.

Mar 19, 2010

This post is for Arun who is currently in a lazy mood. Arun is a CSA/Voices alumnus. If you have his email id, please write to him some inspirational songs.

bhOndOO was seated in a corner. He along with the other lab mates was waiting for their advisor Prof. Krishnamurthy for the weekly lab meeting. Although otherwise the lab meetings were informal and did not have a structure, they had two essential aspects: one, the lab meeting must involve a paper discussion, and two, the lab meeting must not start within 30 minutes of the scheduled time.

bhOndOO was terribly bored. I read hardly any papers and understand almost nothing. Spending two hours here in discussing something alien is almost like attending a lecture in Maths department.

“Hi guys!”.

bhOndOO’s boredom was suddenly gone, his eyes sparkled and he returned to his senses. All this happened because Gullu greeted the labmates looking at bhOndOO. bhOndOO understood that something was coming his way.

Everyone in the lab except the one who was greeted greeted Gullu. The non-greeter was suspicious, cautious and something-else-cious.

“What happened bhOndOO? You look lost?”, Gullu asked.

Before bhOndOO could open his mouth, BenJi replied, “When does he not look lost!”.

bhOndOO did not react; by now he was too much accustomed to such leg-pulling. He allowed the mocking laughter to settle and calmly replied, “Just waiting for Sir.”.

“Shall we do something that would be fun and still rewarding until Sir arrives?”.


“A game — for concentration improvement.”.

While bhOndOO was thinking about his next response, Gullu looked at the other lab mates and winked. The other lab mates understood.

“No, no. bhOndOO will not benefit from the game. He already has a good concentration.”.

bhOndOO was stunned to know that the response came from BenJi, who, a minute ago, was calling bhOndOO “lost”.

Chunna jumped in, “Gullu, I bet; bhOndOO will beat you in any concentration game.”.

Munna continued bluffing, “bhOndOO has the best concentration skills in IISc.”.

bhOndOO was unable to believe his ears. I myself did not know my skill. But if all of them are saying it, it must be true.

“bhOndOO, are you ready for the challenge?”, Gullu asked holding bhOndOO’s gaze, with a fine smile on the face.

“Of course!”, bhOndOO replied enthusiastically, looking at his supporters. bhOndOO did not know whether he was agreeing to enter the concentration game or the concentration chamber.

“This is the game. One person holds his palms steady a few inches apart facing each other with thumbs up. The other person closes his eyes and moves his hands, thumbs up, vertically in opposite directions rapidly in the gap between the other person’s palms. The concentration point is that you should not touch the other person’s steady palms while moving your hands vertically. If you do, the roles reverse. The one who can keep his concentration with eyes closed and not touch the other person’s palms for a longer time wins.”.

“That’s pretty cool.”. “It also doesn’t require anything extra.”. “bhOndOO will win it straight.”.

“bhOn…dOO! bhOn…dOO! bhOn…dOO!”, came the cheers.

bhOndOO took a deep breathe to acknowledge his supporters. He was overjoyed at his winning prospects — that too over Gullu. But being a researcher, he was a bit pessimistic.

“Okay, but you will first close your eyes.”, bhOndOO played safe.

“Okay, as you say.”, Gullu accepted, a bit too early, with a finer smile.

BenJi was to note the timings. bhOndOO held his palms a few inches apart. Gullu held his palms in the gap, took a guess and closed his eyes. When BenJi ordered, “Start!”, Gullu moved his right hand upwards and left hand downwards. Then right hand downwards towards the gap and left hand upwards towards the gap. He managed not to touch bhOndOO’s palms and the hands moved in opposite directions. He succeeded a few times, but soon, his left hand touched bhOndOO’s palm and bhOndOO shouted, “You are gone!”.

Gullu opened his eyes and showed his disappointment. “Ten seconds.”, announced BenJi.

I can sure do better.

It was bhOndOO’s turn to close the eyes now. “Start!” and bhOndOO moved his hands with complete concentration across the gap between Gullu’s palms. He could keep his concentration for some time, before he touched Gullu’s palms.

“Shit!”, bhOndOO reacted, opening his eyes.

“Eighteen seconds.”, BenJi declared.

Chunna, Munna clapped in bhOndOO’s support. bhOndOO felt overpowered. He looked at Gullu with a winning smile and Gullu showed his resentment.

“Okay, next round.”, BenJi.

bhOndOO held his hands a few inches apart. Gullu held his hands in the gap, closed his eyes, waited for BenJi’s “Start!” and started moving his hands with full concentration. bhOndOO was sure of Gullu committing a mistake, but Gullu was flawless for ten seconds.

He will not be able to cross eighteen seconds. bhOndOO told himself.

A scare crossed bhOndOO’s mind as Gullu crossed twenty. He can’t beat me. He can’t beat me yet again. I have to win. I must.

bhOndOO prayed hard that Gullu would touch his palm. But bhOndOO’s God was perhaps watching IPL. Gullu crossed thirty seconds.

With each second after that, bhOndOO’s pulse rate also incremented. He started looking for options, and remembered, God helps those who help themselves.

bhOndOO stole a glance at BenJi, Chunna, Munna. They were all in full concentration looking at Gullu’s hands. bhOndOO took the advantage and helped himself: he moved his own palms very slowly towards one another, reducing the gap. The moving hands touched the supposedly steady ones.

“You are gone!”, came bhOndOO’s self-helped winning comment.

Gullu opened his eyes and he looked at bhOndOO with an expression that involved more than a mere challenge.

“Thirty seven!”, BenJi announced.

“Amazing!”, exclaimed unna-combination.

Chunna-Munna’s exclamation made bhOndOO feel losing his support. I am going to cross sixty seconds, he announced to himself, I must.

He took a deep breathe, looked straight into Gullu’s eyes accepting the challenge. Gullu held his palms a few inches apart. bhOndOO held his hands in the gap, took a guess and closed his eyes. He prayed to Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh for their support, Om, he chanted in mind.

“Start!”, heard bhOndOO and he moved his hands initially slowly with full concentration in the opposite directions. He moved those back from within the gap backwards.

Ten seconds passed.

I must cross sixty, bhOndOO continued telling himself.

Twenty seconds passed.

bhOndOO continued concentrating.

Thirty seconds passed.

bhOndOO slowly increased his speed.

Fourty seconds passed.

bhOndOO slowly increased his confidence.

Fifty seconds passed.

bhOndOO’s concentration was at ultimatum.

Fifty five seconds passed.

I must cross sixty. I must win.

Sixty seconds passed. The pulse rate slowly reduced. Can I cross a hundred? Let’s try.

Seventy seconds passed.

bhOndOO did not hear the lab door opening.

Eightly seconds passed.

bhOndOO did not hear the suppressing laughter in another corner of the lab.

Ninety seconds passed.

bhOndOO continued moving his hands up and down “in the gap” with eyes closed. Prof. Krishnamurthy kept looking at the shabby structure sitting alone in a corner, eyes closed, moving his hands vertically in air. Three students were standing away in another corner of the lab supressing their laughters.

bhOndOO hit a century.

“What’s going on bhOndOO!”, Prof. Krishnamurthy’s non-question.