But I am an algorithm

But I digress I confess I am an algorithm

Even though I mask my machine with a bit more rhythm

I analyze I seek I divide I conquer I remind

Even though the corpora is too sparse to find

Though the bagging and boosting are all you care to see

I must remind yall unsupervised learning did this to me

Gain and lift and entropy and sift and confidence on the curve

When the error matrix burnt you when you forgot to swerve

Extreme gradients need to neutralized

Extreme interests trump liabilities realized

Moderate honey pots and lithsome traps can be seen

If not deleted the logs show you where you have been

 

 

the end is nigh

the end is nigh but nero plays on

the red queen lost but the emperor finally won

the clarinet was bright but piano crushed them all

for hot is the summer but pretty is the fall

I am mixing up the tenses and I am mixing up my tapes

I am drawing in the curtains before setting fire to the drapes

I think I am seeing patterns but it may be shadows of packets gone

there may be roses in the garden but there is grass on the lawn

I am creating a new genre and it is tough to be humble while doing so

I am hitting all the highs but missing all the lows

Hacking and Hunting and Coding and Punting on

You are still digesting decrypting while I am long gone

homer-end-is-near

 

Old Hacker

I am an old soldier waiting for a mission last

I am an old painter hoping for a commission fast

I am an old poet waiting for the inspiration vast

I am an old hacker waiting for the tango in last

But in the meantime and in the meanwhile

There are systems to analyze and code to hack

There are puzzles to solve and theorems to crack

There are bottles of white wine waiting on the rack

There are sunrises to toast and sunsets to stack

the-fifth-estate

when the lights go blurry

when            the                          eyes            go            blurry

the lights                   go dim

the saltier                the tequila

the crowded                            the rim

in the sea                         of promises

of lava heat                          and steam

we sell you                          hope                  with trinkets

in your                    everyday             dream

the world                         was asleep

beyond            any            care

which is when                      we stole                  the crown

just by being                       awake              and there

The Indian Divorce C

In many countries, one constant social problem is the rising number of divorces. The people who chose to get a divorce are generally called divorced in the West. In India, we are not called divorced or even single but divorcees.

This is to emphasize the non virginal second hard car status of divorced people in India. Since monogamy is now the fashion of Indian society   divorcees pose a threat implictly. (Note Indians /Hindus became monogamous only in 1950s)

To discourage unhappily married Indians from becoming swinging divorcees the honorable courts of India frown on contested divorces. In fact the only way you can get a divorce in less than a year is by mutual consent AND agreement on finances (called settlement).

In terms of custody battles, the divorcees have an uneven ground. Men being men are not given custody unless they can prove or bribe their ex wife to do so. Mutual custody is rare not a default.

What do the divorcees do? They go on OKCupid, Tinder, Truly Madly or such dating apps since from a social point of view non divorcees will rarely date divorced people. The tag or stigma stays. People are proud of being never married even at 35 even after 5 failed relationships, but the divorcee with one failed legal relationship has to endure unsolicited advice and questions.

This is how Indians talk to divorcees-

Are you single? No I am divorced

I am sorry  (Why I think)

(pause)

Questions follow

  1. So why did you get divorced
  2. Do you have a kid
  3. Was it tough

The divorcee has to answer these multiple times with truth before they wake up to Indian realities and give a curt and stable answer.

Why did you get divorced?  – Because I was unhappy fighting everyday

Do you have a kid? – Yes and he is 9 and I love him still and meet him

Was it tough ? – What do you think, buster