Importance of questions

One of the best part of being a teacher is that I have to be ready to answer questions all the time.  At times the questions are tough and the answers not known, which in turn requires, thinking, reading, web surfing and discussions, making me learn all the time. Often my students have come up with novel  ideas and helped me get better insights.  One of the things I tell my students at the start of a course is to stop me and ask a question if they don’t follow, as, such a question would help me identify a problem area and also help several other students who are either shy, introvert, or have not thought about it.

While all of the above is something most of the teachers would do, my perspective has come with my set  of stories and experience, which I share here.

One of the  stories that has made a big impact on me is that of Issac Newton.  After his particle theory of light was criticized by fellow physicists, and evidence of interference was given by Huygen, he became very depressed, gave up physics and started trying to implement alchemy. It was a question from Edmond Halley about the path of the comet that brought him out of his depression, back to his study of dynamics and towards his masterpiece principia.  It moves me deeply to think that neither Newton, nor Huygen knew that both their contrary view-points of theory of light were valid. That wave-particle duality holds, for not only light, but all sorts of sub-atomic particles, is now common knowledge.

Another story that amazes and entertains me is that of Erwin Schrodinger. After Schrodinger’s talk on Louis de Broglie’s wave particle theory, Debye asked him, “If particles behave like waves, where is the wave equation ?”.  Since there was none, Schrodinger worked on the theory and came up with his equation, which has now become foundation of many more successful theories.

Yossarian, the forever questioning soldier of “Catch 22” is my hero. The sentence “Yossarian lives on” fills me up with hope, even when  handling crooked situations.  The major reason that I like mythological stories and Bhagvad Geeta, even though I am an  atheist, is that they celebrate questions (Arjuna and Nachiketa) and often involve interesting logical structures.

But let me end this blog with a personal  story. Years ago, the day after my son’s birth, the nurse had told me all was well and I shall be able to go home that evening, Hence when the doctor came for his morning round, there was not much on my mind. Mostly  out of idle curiosity, I asked him if he knew what my son’s blood group was. He looked at his records and said he did not know.  (Though I was not really thinking about it, there was a history behind my question.  As I and my husband have different blood groups, one Rh-positive and the other negative, the doctors  had advised precautions and administered RhoGAM  injections. Since there was no complication, it was out of my mind.)  An hour later my son’s crib was rolled out for some tests and after some more time, to my shock and disbelief, we were informed that my son had jaundice and he needed  photo-therapy. We were not to leave the hospital for four more days.

An old friend of mine who has trained as a nurse and was with me at that time, explained to me that infant jaundice is not the usual jaundice that one sees in adults, but I thought she was just trying to pacify me and my worries did not abate. Anyway, my son was given photo-therapy, we went home and carried on with life. After getting back home I went to my friend google, searched the web and found that one of the reasons of infant jaundice is difference of blood-group of parents. In such a case the baby has excess bilirubin, which does not get processed effectively. If untreated it may interfere with nerve growth, giving rise to ticks and in serious cases, brain damage.  I would have given away my right hand to save my child from such a health issue, but I didn’t need to. All that was required was a simple idle question!

Now of-course all the above are events as per my perspective, which may not be the same as reality, but I like to think that in each of those situations, it was a single question that brought about a big change.

So, but for the rare case where I feel someone is just trying to annoy me (may be trying to get a quote out of me for their T-Shirt competition ?) or being lazy, I am always ready to answer questions and to discuss.

My two friends

These are the stories of my two friends. I have wanted to tell it for a long time but hesitated. There were multiple questions ranging from “Why should anyone be interested in knowking what I think ?”  to  “Why should I reveal my personal thoughts to anyone ?” . Not being much of a social person, my feelings coincide with those of Prof. Brian Little (   that also stopped me from writing. So why am I telling the stories now ? The reason I come up with these stories which have exclusively  been  in personal domain, is the hope that they may do some good. The hope that people may see that what looks like opposite view points may be two sides of the same coin. That people need not fight with each-other , but fight with the real issues that bother them.  I know, big dreams…, but I am an incurable optimist.

I have changed the names and back-ground, to protect the privacy of people  involved, but the stories are true in their essence.

I start with the story of the friend who is no more, as it is the friends that we have lost forever,  ignite memories that are the most poignant. In those days, I had two close friends with whom I spent major part of the day. Let me call them Carla (they both had the same name).  I used to call both of them C and loved the confusion it caused.  The friend in question was a farmer’s daughter, a Patel girl.She was very spiritual, enjoyed mathematics and was always ready for a good  bout of arguments. I always disagreed with her world view, discussed mathematics with her and argued a lot and generally had a good time.

That was the time when Gujarat had several consecutive years of scanty rains. C’s father  was not able to support his family with farming. Before I knew it, C had to give up her studies and  migrate with her family to another city where there were better job prospects.

The times must have been  tough, she fell ill, contacted more infections and passed away before she had turned 25. I had very little idea of her hardships and her illness. Though we did exchange letters, she was the kind who would keep  her troubles to herself.  Recently I saw a news item, that some funds meant for a women’s program were left unused. There might be many women who may be helped in time, if there is more awareness and understanding and proper management of funds. The best way to help women is to fund their education and living expenses where needed. That would make not only the women concerned but also the whole society stronger.

The other friend of mine is a girl I met in high-school. It was at the library, fighting over the same  books that brought us together. I shall call her Leena.  Her family belongs to a minority, which in India is often referred to as the reserved category.  She is one of the most independent and honest person I have known.  A bright girl and the first generation learner in her family, she studied despite multiple odds and found a job.  She has always suffered because of her honesty, has been unduly burdened with extra work, fewer leaves and  has always  got unusual delays in promotions. I strongly suspect that a part of the reason for her hardships  may be the caste politics (apart from corruption) that often gets played at the work-place.

The reason I tell these stories now, is that my state Gujarat has been going through a tumulus time. While stories like those of my two friends may be getting played at various places. Keeping such stories in mind may help us make balanced decisions and possibly help us deal with the real issues that matter to us.

Why this blog

This is the excerpt for your very first post.

With time I have come to appreciate the importance of dialogues in variety of situations. I have also realized  the power of internet and it’s role in spreading and evolving ideas and in bringing like minded people together. So this page for me is to initiate dialogues with known and unknown people in the hope of learning, understanding and finding friends.

I am thankful to my friends, Ananthkrishnan, whose blog I happily criticized and like a true good friend, he happily ignored my criticism, Jeemol, for reminding me the therapeutic effect of rambling and finding friends, Ratnik for introducing me to the blog by Terence Tao.