The poetic dilettante

Yes it's exciting sometimes, and then it becomes overwhelming all over again. Maybe let's take it easy, sometimes all we need are the wings of leaves, maple and cider :))) Within these cerulean welkin that surround us Is it possible to spend days and nights without fuss? The ambition and zeal might be at the zenith of time But how palpable are these, substantial or mimes? A thousand things we wish to do and savour But is rest inactivity or to our minds a favour That the clock is ticking and the metamorphosis pronto Lucid when one gets over it’s just a spree of hopping into This uncertainty of a quagmire that embellishes us The refulgence of the Auroras that are so delirious The crackle of yellow leaves that adorn the streets As a spring song so subtle, yet subduing the kohinoor antiques For sure the road is tough, dusty, snowy maybe meandering Yet the sun always rises, with squirrels and birds bantering With glaring hope and ecstasy that this new day brings Can we move mountain...

The flow of time is inexplicable, years of monumental scientific and prudential advancements have also promulgated a skeleton of memories. Tried incorporating a few references from the 2000s and later decades, hope this evokes some nostalgia!  As always, feedback is much welcome, sorry in advance if this bores you:)) I still recall the first day of school, in the bus too shy to shake hands Too nervous to volunteer, my confidence fading like quicksand. Kafkaesque isn't it? The slightest courage now fills me with delight. Though still in shock, as to how many years have gone by in hindsight. Who would have known a virus would have turned our lives around From infants to adults, photons from androids and mobiles us surround Wasn’t the first smartphone and the iPad not too far back? That we now have flexible OLEDs, portable quantum bits fit into a sack. Nifty isn’t it, even Captain America, Iron Man are in MCU no more? In a few years, Manga Comics, Harry Potter and Divergent would be f...

 As this year draws to a close, here is to reminding mankind that no matter how abstruse this pandemic was, there was a flame of hope and benevolence that kept us alive , reignited our quest towards brighter days.. When life was too rapid and perspicuous, The world was suddenly swept; making space-time rankle and ambiguous All activity pellucid with uncertain caveats And bleakness surmounting with little resources for combats Those chirpy, blithe and boisterous kids, excited for frolic at school Were left reticent, to the four walls of their room to drool Those impoverished and agonized labourers who toil from place to place Were forced to retreat into poverty ; enervating with unemployment in race Beautiful cities that were seraphic for ethereal sunsets Turned into penchant states to house the ailing, bury the dead; a melancholic offset Panoptic footpaths and gardens, home to bonsais and roses Were left uncouth, unkempt like ruptured watering hoses Yet humanity was always too kind...

A poem I tried to write about the origin of the universe and it's gradual evolution to reach the state we have reached today... Its incipiency, still a conundrum. I hope this rune won’t be humdrum. The early evolution began with the Big Bang, Which is what they say in harangues. It started as a Planck – a dense singularity. What happened before, no familiarity. But with scientific advancements and technical fixtures, We’re hopefully progressing towards a clearer picture. They call it the inflation- a burst of expansion. Deuterium within the first few minutes of formation. Prolonged cooling paved way for recombination, Followed by darkness, not a child’s fascination. Then the advent of re-ionization. Voilà, the first stars in advocation. The effect of gravity gaining prominence, And after countless millennia, began the sapiens’ dominance. While we live in an exquisite and ethereal world. The mysteries that surround us are yet to be unfurled. The hunt still goes on, will it be CDT, E...

A rune I had penned on lines of  women safety, something that has been bothering us since times immemorial... She walks down the boulevard, Shivering, afraid of possibly getting scarred. For her safety, pray there be no darkness, may the sun never set Hoping she reaches home without being sensed by the criminal’s net.   The little girl, blithe, boisterous and excited for a frolic day, So naive and exuberant, she loves to bask in the sun rays. Those innocent eyes know not mulct, cupidity and cruelty, To bequeath a stranger’s candy filled with malicious avarice and vanity.   The maid who washes dishes for a penchant household Her loyalty towards her ‘master’, a sight to behold. Little does she gauge the rapacity and venom in her employer She is forced against her will and wishes in the foyer   Why does she have to quiver, shudder to board a train alone? Can she not travel without worrying her anxious parents, evading the evils prone? Yet, we as a society are apprehensi...

Salute readers ! We , the 'Quantumplators' are a group of Quantum fanatics who took part in the QCHack 2021. This blog is an abecedarian approach to communicate to our readers the basics of our Free form  project and what motivated us to choose the problem statement. The realm of Quantum Computing is a field of invigorating possibilities. Though the field has been active since the 70’s , the technical strides are quite recent. In this challenge, we attempted to leverage the Grover’s Algorithm in solving a simple problem, which could have had a higher complexity had it been performed on a classical computer. The key idea we made use of like any other Quantum Algorithm was to leverage the property of ‘Superposition of states’ . The very fact that the qubit can exist in a superposition of states is both intriguing and very useful. For certain ranges of computation, it helps make a more efficient code and reduce the running time complexity. Our algorithm aims to find the least val...

 Something I tried writing since today is International Poetry day..... Nature bleeds the machete of  inactivity with silence Until treachery as a silent epiphany coerces violence All those impoverished, hegemonized bear propinquity with abuse. The righteous office bearers ostracised to recluse. Justice is augean, trust and faith rare To receive the emancipate should social diaspora care ? If the opulent have agita, the powerful have fear What about the sole bread earner who has no vizier ? At times of destitute, history is testimony The power of poetry louder than cacophony, not an epiphany As pride in celebration and blarney in crusades. It has no barriers, be it castles, attics or towers, it’s power permeates. At the heart of holy verses, the prophet's sermons does it reside. As a hope giver, faith preacher in eyes of all perilous adversity besides, Be it war, qualms, exaltation or bereavement, Like a messiah, resplendent joy and solace it makes into an enchantment... -DRA,...