Suppose, just suppose, there were newspapers when the Pandavas were slugging it out with the Kauravas. The equivalents of The Times of India and The Sun and The New York Times and the BBC. How would the Kurukshetra war and the events that led to it have been narrated?
A writer is a professional spinner of lies. His job: to lay out the truth on a bed of magnificent lies so it is visible to the world. In many cases it is impossible to grasp the truth in its original form -- which is why we try to grab its tail by luring truth from its hiding place. Thoughts from Haruki Murakami...
Bhima, our hero, is installed in the palace of Hastinapur, ready to take on the many hardships that life, and the Kauravas, are about to throw at him. It has taken 100-plus tweets to get him this far, and along the journey, epicretold has acquired 1,405 followers.
And this in the name of research -- seriously, what’s wrong with these kids? This is the story: technology student builds concrete canoe, goes out to test in dangerous river, drowns.
Good news is, this need not 'work' to make this work; I need not have a 1,000 followers hanging on to my every tweet (though that would be nice). As someone said to me the other day, the pleasure is in the process... The 5 Ws, H of an attempt at tweeting the Mahabharata.
PhD by publication, I fear, kills the romance of research. The destination is too near, the path too flat and straight to produce anything but 'normal science'. This is a collation of short-term efforts, a series of sprints -- which, though a valid demonstration of academic sportsmanship, invovles a different kind of training.
Thirty-two research staff crowded around a conference table late one afternoon to apply their combined intellectual might to a foundational question: why do we undertake research? Do we do it for others? Or do we do it for ourselves?
One question you must NOT ask someone writing up a thesis, “So when do you think you will finish?” That is only slightly better than asking
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