Joy and Randomness

What do you do when you can’t afford to buy a pair of racquets?

You open your sandals and play with those!


What do you do when you watch the likes of Messi’s and Ronaldo’s play with a football that you feel lucky to see onscreen?

You simply gather some sheets of paper and roll it hard so that it gets cemented.


Life is simply about joy. Money matters the most when it comes to sumptuousness. But making it brighter makes you work hard, work fortunes to be the best out of the lot. You simply have the courage but not the determination that might lead you there, high up there. Yes! The land of the vigilance where you just can’t afford to loose what you get. The unwanted heroes craved the path of virtue, to bring a smile on someone’s face.The joy, the love, the affection all comes to play and still the world is at a trance. You deceive them, The world deceives you. You flirt with them, they will make you the king. They’ll fund you in anything and everything, and then suddenly you downgrade to the land of the unwanted. The sudden fall and then you realize you were dreaming. The darker side of reality suddenly hits him, the world suddenly becomes a smaller place to live in. Enemies in every place, in every direction, inside out, universally.


A few years back a man won the Spanish national lottery with a ticket that ended in the number 48. Proud of his accomplishments, he revealed the theory that brought him the riches. “I dreamed of the number 7 for seven straight nights,” he said, “and 7 times 7 is 48.” Those of us with a better command of our multiplication tables might chuckle at the man’s error, but we all create our own view of the world and then employ it to filters and process our perceptions, extracting meaning from the ocean of data that washes over us in daily life. And we often make errors that, though less obvious, are just as significant as his.


Maybe Life isn’t like that. Sometimes things happen that cannot be foreseen. An incident suppose that had nothing to do with you, but had it happened differently, you never had been born.We all start from “naive realism,” i.e., the doctrine that things are what they seem. We think that grass is green, that stones are hard,and that snow is cold. But Science assures us that the greenness of grass, the hardness of stone, and the coldness of snow that we know in our own experience, but something very different. In what follows we will peer at life through the eyepiece of the randomness and see that many of the events of our lives, too, are not quite what they seem but rather something very difficult.


It is human nature to look for patterns and to assign them meaning when we find them and not money or something similar. As famously quoted by Pierre-Simon De Laplace,” If an intelligence, at a given instant, knew all the forces that animate nature and the position of each constituent being; if, moreover, this intelligence were sufficiently great to submit those data to analysis, it could embrace in the same formula the movements of the greatest bodies in the universe and those of the smallest atoms: to this intelligence nothing would be uncertain, and the future, as the past, would be present to its eyes.”Laplace expressed a view called determinism: the idea that the state of the world at the present determines precisely the manner in which the future will unfold.The happier one, the jovial one.

The Damned Theorem

The French jurist and mathematician Pierre de Fermat claimed the answer was “no”, and in 1637 scribbled in the margins of a book he was reading (by Diophantus) that he had “a truly marvellous demonstration of this proposition which the margin is too narrow to contain” and the story went on without a winner but with meaning. Many cases were established, such as for specific powers, families of powers, super natural gratifications and then lust. Then came ‘that’ Taniyama–Shimura-Weil conjecture in 1955 which some Mathematicians thought could change the way Mathematics could be imagined. It did. It was proved wrong yet again, and Fermat’s last Theorem stood right where it began. Unsurprisingly, a Princeton dropout ‘Andrew Wiles’ took away the Abel Prize this week, for what they think “for his stunning proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem by way of the modularity conjecture for semistable elliptic curves, opening a new era in number theory”.
95% of the job had already been done by 1986 and then this guy stands up and makes this work his own, and by the year 1993, he is done with his proof. What about when Sophie Germain innovated and proved the approach of the entire class of prime numbers. What when Ernst Kummer extended this and proved the theorem for all regular primes. What about Gerhand Frey who finally noticed the apparent link between the modularity theorem and Fermat’s Last Theorem. It’s not difficult if you choose an easy option like an overdose, but many a people have already committed suicide over the past two decades who had been trying to prove this dammed theorem. Having already secured the status of “the most difficult proof of all time”, this theorem is still a nightmare for a lot of mathematicians even two decades after Wiles made his proof public.
I knew a person personally who was about to publish his 17-page thesis last year, compared to the 309-page theory that Wiles had written, but then his demise just made things worse. ISI & CMI literally went mad at his demise, but then for some people life is too cruel. Too harsh for most of us, while too easy for a few. Even to this date, people are trying to get a better version of this theorem and loosing the real world. People won’t care about you, until you do something really big. People can forget you while you foresee a brighter dawn, those dumboholics only getting into your way, when the sun rises. Some of us do seek sympathy rather than solutions. But at the end, it’s vengeance that makes you what you have been afterall. That rage that drives them, that anger that gives you immense power, but yet again, it can banish you, as it has taken away thousands of genius minded brains whose yield was nothing more than a piece of paper filled with formulaes. We already know that we fear the most that we cannot see, but then they have never seen things that they think will make them legends, or can they? Who knows. They start with a belief, but end abruptly with guilt, abhorrence and finally hating themselves, and when they realise what they had messed up, it was too long to actually get back their past.
Life is not something we should risk.