MAD Scientist - Nikola Tesla

Nikola Tesla

Nikola Tesla was a Serbian-born and later naturalized American inventor, electrical engineer, mechanical engineer, physicist, and futurist best known for his contributions to the design of the modern alternating current (AC) electricity supply system. He was a polyglot, speaking eight languages: Serbo-Croatian, Czech, English, French, German, Hungarian, Italian, and Latin.

Tesla is known for his high-voltage, high-frequency power experiments in New York and Colorado Springs which included patented devices and theoretical work used in the invention of radio

communication, for his X-ray experiments, and for his ill-fated attempt at intercontinental wireless transmission in his unfinished Wardenclyffe Tower project.

Photographic Memory: Tesla read many works, memorizing complete books, and supposedly possessed a photographic memory. Just by hearing the name of an item, he would be able to envision it in realistic detail. Tesla would visualize an invention in his mind with extreme precision, including all dimensions, before moving to the construction stage, a technique sometimes known as picture thinking. He typically did not make drawings by hand but worked from memory.

Marriage: Tesla never married, however towards the end of his life, he told a reporter, "Sometimes I feel that by not marrying, I made too great a sacrifice to my work..." There have been numerous accounts of women vying for Tesla's affection, even some madly in love with him.[citation needed] Tesla, though polite and soft-spoken, did not have any known relationships.

Radio Controlled Boad: In 1898, Tesla demonstrated a radio-controlled boat—which he dubbed "teleautomaton"—to the public during an electrical exhibition at Madison Square Garden. The crowd that witnessed the demonstration made outrageous claims about the workings of the boat: everything from magic to telepathy to being piloted by a trained monkey hidden inside.

Tesla's theories on the possibility of the transmission by radio waves go back as far as lectures and demonstrations in 1893 in St. Louis.

Differences with Edison: When Tesla was working for Thomas Edison. In 1885, Tesla claimed that he could redesign Edison's inefficient motor and generators, making an improvement in both service and economy. According to Tesla, Edison remarked, "There's fifty thousand dollars in it for you—if you can do it"—this has been noted as an odd statement from an Edison whose company was stingy with pay and who did not have that sort of cash on hand. After months of work, Tesla fulfilled the task and inquired about payment. Edison, claiming that he was only joking, replied, "Tesla, you don't understand our American humor." Instead, Edison offered a US$10 a week raise over Tesla's US$18 per week salary; Tesla refused the offer and immediately resigned.

X-RAY: Starting in 1894, Tesla began investigating what he referred to as radiant energy of "invisible" kinds that he had noticed damaged film in his lab in previous experiments (later identified as "Roentgen rays" or "X-Rays").

(X-ray of Tesla's hand—one of the earliest x-ray photographs)

Wireless Electric Conductivity: At his Colorado lab, Tesla proved that the earth was a conductor. He produced artificial lightning (with discharges consisting of millions of volts and up to 135 feet long).Thunder from the released energy was heard 15 miles away in Cripple Creek, Colorado.

(An experiment in Colorado Springs. This bank of lights is receiving power by means of electrodynamic induction from an oscillator 100 feet (30 m) from the bulbs)

(Multiple exposure publicity picture of Tesla sitting in his Colorado Springs laboratory with his "Magnifying transmitter" generating millions of volts and producing 7-metre (23 ft) long arcs.)

Tesla Oscillator: Tesla invented a steam-powered mechanical oscillator—Tesla's oscillator. While experimenting with mechanical oscillators at his Houston Street lab, Tesla allegedly generated a resonance of several buildings. As the speed grew, it is said that the machine oscillated at the resonance frequency of his own building and, belatedly realizing the danger, he was forced to use a sledge hammer to terminate the experiment, just as the police arrived.

(Tesla Oscillator)

Radar Units: In August 1917, Tesla first established the principles of frequency and power level for the first primitive radar units.

Peculiar Affliction: He suffered a peculiar affliction in which blinding flashes of light would appear before his eyes, often accompanied by visions. Often, the visions were linked to a word or idea he might have come across; at other times they would provide the solution to a particular problem he had encountered. Beginning in his childhood, Tesla had frequent flashbacks to events that had happened previously in his life.

Tesla Thought Camera: Tesla was working on a Thought Camera. Which will capture the thoughts to photographs and Images.

(Newspaper representation of Tesla's theoretical invention, the thought camera, which would photograph thoughts. Circa 1933)

Because of his pronouncements and the nature of his work over the years, Tesla gained a reputation in popular culture as the archetypal "mad scientist".

Death: On 7 January 1943, Tesla, 86, died alone in Room 3327 of the New Yorker Hotel. His corpse was later found by maid Alice Monaghan after she had entered Tesla's room, ignoring the "do not disturb" sign that Tesla had placed on his door two days prior to his death. Assistant medical examiner, H.W. Wembly, was called to the scene; after examining the body, he ruled that the cause of death had been coronary thrombosis, and that there had been no suspicious circumstances.

In 1960, in honor of Tesla, the General Conference on Weights and Measures for the International System of Units dedicated the term "tesla" to the SI unit measure for magnetic field strength.

Nikola Tesla’s Signature 

A Mad scientist who made discovery in so many branches of science.

Meri Pyasi Rooh

Meri Pyasi Rooh

Aisi bhi kya narazgi hai teri ke tu jo chup gaya hai Asmanoo me

Ab dil aur betaab hai teri talash me

Sach ki talash me

Jane kahan hai tu

Tere Arsh ki talash me

Jane Kaisa hoga tu

Jane tera banaya wo khalq kaisa hoga ?

Jane tu kahan hoga ?

Mere naseeb ko banane wale teri ek didaar ki talash me

Main aur mera dil pareshaan hue

Riwazoon ki kashti se pareshaan

Rasmoon ke thagoon ne bandhe mere hath

magar dil mera teri hi talash me

Maanta hu ke tu sab se Haakim hai

Jane tu mera kya faisla lega ?

Jane tere faisle se mera kya hoga ?

tere hone ki umeed me is andhere ko bardash kiye ja rahe hai

Betaabi ka aalam hai meri is rooh ka

Har dam teri talash me

My Review and question on Dark Knight Trilogy.

My Review and question on Dark Knight Trilogy.

I see DK trilogy more form batman's point of view...

I know we all love the Joker...

I especially like Ras Al Ghul... he made batman stronger... Indeed no Ras Al Ghul no Batman … Right ?

Its joker (I see it as a test for Bat's abilities)

I have seen so many movies ... but this compares to every human soul... You can relate and debate and understand that how every man falls for his principles. It’s a battle within, not out side... Gotham ... yes Gotham is just a play ground and the test goes with in... It more like Gotham is the fuel..

Batman Begins talked about

Why a man does rises more than himself? And takes a path which is sure to be hard and filled with struggle…

Ras had a very complex idea of justice... he is more of revenge and balance of justice. Very difficult to achieve and the collateral damage in it!!

I seriously loved what Rachel said in the end...

No, *this* is your mask. Your real face is the one that criminals now fear. The man I loved - the man who vanished - he never came back at all. But maybe he's still out there, somewhere. Maybe some day, when Gotham no longer needs Batman, I'll see him again.

So does it mean that once a man takes a path ... a path of righteousness/principles...It’s a permanent decision???

The Dark Knight ... Aahhh cant talk less about it.

Joker I never seen him as the villain of Batman ... he is best friend Bat can ever have ... cut it down it was Bruce Wayne his actual enemy.

This part I see it as a test ... Bat now took the path... there will be questions for any principle we take... for any rules we make...

A small dialogues from TDK....

Batman: Where is Dent?

The Joker: You have all these rules and you think they'll save you.

Lt. James Gordon: [Batman slams the Joker against a wall] He's in control.

Batman: I have one rule.

The Joker: Oh, then that's the rule you'll have to break to know the truth.

Batman: Which is?

The Joker: The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules.

[mimicking Batman's voice]

The Joker: And tonight you're gonna break your one rule!

Batman: I'm considering it.

The Joker: Oh, there's only minutes left, so you're gonna have to play my little game if you want to save one of them.

Batman: [softly, fearful] Them?

The Joker: You know for a while there, I thought you really were Dent. The way you threw yourself after her!

So joker says u cant survive the rules.. They will kill you ... May be its more like what dent said in that note...

"You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain"

Dent is every man who loses control... who can’t control his emotions... we always have a second face which we hide always...

I have a question which The Dark knight Rises has to answer...

Is death an answer to how big the man’s principles were?

Will it be death that will define how powerful the man was?

Is it always death that will be end of legacy?

Every one is waiting for BANE … I am waiting for Bat … what will be do now the he will be torn both mentally as well as physically …

BAT your rule is very difficult to survive…  

Cat women: You don’t owe theses people any more. You have given them everything…

Batman: Not everything … not yet.

Replites @ Nehru Zoological Park; Hyderabad

Photographed at Nehru Zoological Park, Hyderabad

 

"Was It a Dream?" by Guy de Maupassant

 "I had loved her madly!

"Why does one love? Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.

"I am going to tell you our story, for love only has one, whichis always the same. I met her and loved her; that is all. And fora whole year I have lived on her tenderness, on her caresses, in her arms, in her dresses, on her words, so completely wrapped up, bound, and absorbed in everything which came from her, that I no longer cared whether it was day or night, or whether I was dead or alive, on this old earth of ours.

"And then she died. How? I do not know; I no longer know anything. But one evening she came home wet, for it was raining heavily, and the next day she coughed, and she coughed for about a week, and took to her bed. What happened I do not remember now, but doctors came, wrote, and went away. Medicines were brought, and some women made her drink them. Her hands were hot, her forehead was burning, and her eyes bright and sad. When I spoke to her, she answered me, but I do not remember what we said. I have forgotten everything, everything, everything! She died, and I very well remember her slight, feeble sigh. The nurse said: 'Ah!' and I understood, I understood!

"I knew nothing more, nothing. I saw a priest, who said: 'Your mistress?' and it seemed to me as if he were insulting her. As she was dead, nobody had the right to say that any longer, and I turned him out. Another came who was very kind and tender, and I shed tears when he spoke to me about her.

"They consulted me about the funeral, but I do not remember anything that they said, though I recollected the coffin, and the sound of the hammer when they nailed her down in it. Oh! God, God!

"She was buried! Buried! She! In that hole! Some people came--female friends. I made my escape and ran away. I ran, and then walked through the streets, went home, and the next day started on a journey.

* * * * * * *

"Yesterday I returned to Paris, and when I saw my room again--our room, our bed, our furniture, everything that remains of the life of a human being after death--I was seized by such a violent attack of fresh grief, that I felt like opening the window and throwing myself out into the street. I could not remain any longer among these things, between these walls which had inclosed and sheltered her, which retained a thousand atoms of her, of her skin and of her breath, in their imperceptible crevices. I took up my hat to make my escape, and just as I reached the door, I passed the large glass in the hall, which she had put there so that she might look at herself every day from head to foot as she went out, to see if her toilette looked well, and was correct and pretty, from her little boots to her bonnet.

"I stopped short in front of that looking-glass in which she had so often been reflected--so often, so often, that it must have retained her reflection. I was standing there. trembling, with my eyes fixed on the glass--on that flat, profound, empty glass--which had contained her entirely, and had possessed her as much as I, as my passionate looks had. I felt as if I loved that glass. I touched it; it was cold. Oh! the recollection! sorrowful mirror, burning mirror, horrible mirror, to make men suffer such torments! Happy is the man whose heart forgets everything that it has contained, everything that has passed before it, everything that has looked at itself in it, or has been reflected in its affection, in its love! How I suffer!

"I went out without knowing it, without wishing it, and toward the cemetery. I found her simple grave, a white marble cross, with these few words:

" 'She loved, was loved, and died.'

"She is there, below, decayed! How horrible! I sobbed with my forehead on the ground, and I stopped there for a long time, a long time. Then I saw that it was getting dark, and a strange, mad wish, the wish of a despairing lover, seized me. I wished to pass the night, the last night, in weeping on her grave. But I should be seen and driven out. How was I to manage? I was cunning, and got up and began to roam about in that city of the dead. I walked and walked. How small this city is, in comparison with the other, the city in which we live. And yet, how much more numerous the dead are than the living. We want high houses, wide streets, and much room for the four generations who see the daylight at the same time, drink water from the spring, and wine from the vines, and eat bread from the plains.

"And for all the generations of the dead, for all that ladder of humanity that has descended down to us, there is scarcely anything, scarcely anything! The earth takes them back, and oblivion effaces them. Adieu!

"At the end of the cemetery, I suddenly perceived that I was in its oldest part, where those who had been dead a long time are mingling with the soil, where the crosses themselves are decayed, where possibly newcomers will be put to-morrow. It is full of untended roses, of strong and dark cypress-trees, a sad and beautiful garden, nourished on human flesh.

"I was alone, perfectly alone. So I crouched in a green tree and hid myself there completely amid the thick and somber branches. I waited, clinging to the stem, like a shipwrecked man does to a plank.

"When it was quite dark, I left my refuge and began to walk softly, slowly, inaudibly, through that ground full of dead people. I wandered about for a long time, but could not find her tomb again. I went on with extended arms, knocking against the tombs with my hands, my feet, my knees, my chest, even with my head, without being able to find her. I groped about like a blind man finding his way, I felt the stones, the crosses, the iron railings, the metal wreaths, and the wreaths of faded flowers! I read the names with my fingers, by passing them over the letters. What a night! What a night! I could not find her again!

"There was no moon. What a night! I was frightened, horribly frightened in these narrow paths, between two rows of graves. Graves! graves! graves! nothing but graves! On my right, on my left, in front of me, around me, everywhere there were graves! I sat down on one of them, for I could not walk any longer, my knees were so weak. I could hear my heart beat! And I heard something else as well. What? A confused, nameless noise. Was the noise in my head, in the impenetrable night, or beneath the mysterious earth, the earth sown with human corpses? I looked all around me, but I cannot say how long I remained there; I was paralyzed with terror, cold with fright, ready to shout out, ready to die.

"Suddenly, it seemed to me that the slab of marble on which I was sitting, was moving. Certainly it was moving, as if it were being raised. With a bound, I sprang on to the neighboring tomb, and I saw, yes, I distinctly saw the stone which I had just quitted rise upright. Then the dead person appeared, a naked skeleton, pushing the stone back with its bent back. I saw it quite clearly, although the night was so dark. On the cross I could read:

" 'Here lies Jacques Olivant, who died at the age of fifty-one. He loved his family, was kind and honorable, and died in the grace of the Lord.'

"The dead man also read what was inscribed on his tombstone; then he picked up a stone off the path, a little, pointed stone and began to scrape the letters carefully. He slowly effaced them, and with the hollows of his eyes he looked at the places where they had been engraved. Then with the tip of the bone that had been his forefinger, he wrote in luminous letters, like those lines which boys trace on walls with the tip of a lucifer match:

" 'Here reposes Jacques Olivant, who died at the age of fifty-one. He hastened his father's death by his unkindness, as he wished to inherit his fortune, he tortured his wife, tormented his children, deceived his neighbors, robbed everyone he could, and died wretched.'

"When he had finished writing, the dead man stood motionless, looking at his work. On turning round I saw that all the graves were open, that all the dead bodies had emerged from them, and that all had effaced the lies inscribed on the gravestones by their relations, substituting the truth instead. And I saw that all had been the tormentors of their neighbors--malicious, dishonest, hypocrites, liars, rogues, calumniators, envious; that they had stolen, deceived, performed every disgraceful, every abominable action, these good fathers, these faithful wives, these devoted sons, these chaste daughters, these honest tradesmen, these men and women who were called irreproachable. They were all writing at the same time, on the threshold of their eternal abode, the truth, the terrible and the holy truth of which everybody was ignorant, or pretended to be ignorant, while they were alive.

"I thought that SHE also must have written something on her tombstone, and now running without any fear among the half-open coffins, among the corpses and skeletons, I went toward her, sure that I should find her immediately. I recognized her at once, without seeing her face, which was covered by the winding-sheet, and on the marble cross, where shortly before I had read:

" 'She loved, was loved, and died.'

I now saw:

" 'Having gone out in the rain one day, in order to deceive her lover, she caught cold and died.'

* * * * * * *

"It appears that they found me at daybreak, lying on the grave unconscious."

Glory be Allah's

You Mystify me!! 

Your Wisdom is beyond man's understanding ...

Indeed man knows very little... Little that he is very proud of ... Arrogance fills his mind ... Ignorance darkens his eyes...

You created me .. and you say that I have to come back to you ..

You created man, you created death... man is lost in between Life and Death... Death knocks on the door ... Man gets startled and wonders how much little time he had to live.. but while he was living he was bored how much bloody time he has to spare...

He loves gods creation .. he wonders how beautiful the world is ... but lives with ugly feelings of greed and selfishness...

Time proves man wise ... Time proves mans and idiot...

I feel lost in the understanding why do people behave as if they are PEOPLE....

Irony !!





PS: Caution this theory is not applicable to women kind... Indeed nothing applies on their minds ... Only god knows what's the matter inside it...

The son becomes the father and the father the son

Every son tries to become or imitate his father.. Every father sees his son as a new version of his own thoughts...

Some were lucky to see him and learn ... 

Some were given a different path but the amazing part comes when others come and tell u ... your action reflect your father.... "its in his blood"

For some they are the role models .. some hated them... some were confused "Is he and old fool?" 

Some had them through out their lives just by their sides... some were just deprived of their company.

Every son thought ... 

I should take his responsibilities... 
He gave up so much for me.. 
Why is he always worried what I will become.. what will I do ... 
He at times is so ignorant of things ... he is innocent of all these ... 

And comes a phase where the son becomes father... that exactly is when the boy changes his mindset towards his father and understands how tough is the job of a father ...

Making some one learn their culture - the most difficult job. 
Full filling the childhood innocent requests... - You, yourself will wonder looking at the question.
Always worried what my child becomes - "Will he be like me ,,,, No he should not be like me... I am not the best role model for him...." thoughts continue... 
His questions are so innocent... 
He sees the world in such a different way ... he is not like me.. he is better than me.. 

I remember Jor El quoting 

"The son becomes the father and the father the son"