Friday, September 04, 2009

``Wrote a poem this Friday morning... had to reassure myself that I haven't lost all!!''

My Precious
---The Treasurer

So many years have passed along,
I don't even know where do I belong?
Is it that you are in my heart,
Or have I been a defaulting renter so long?

I learnt counting trying to keep track
Of the days since I last saw you;
Not only that, it is because of you,
That my number theory is strong.

Everyday I ask myself the probability
That I will see you today;
With each passing day, my odds betray me,
And I can't help but wonder -- what's wrong?

Each time I go browsing,
I google your name.
Hoping against hope to find you,
But no `feeling lucky' there, are you gone?

I tried to debug my system,
The code looks all neat and clean.
In frustration I begin to call out names,
Yet right in time, switch to a song.

You are my precious Treasure,
Why would I lose you;
Why should it matter, if I live alone?
Hope is still with me, let others be drown.

All this crap just mean one thing -- I love you,
Doesn't matter if you stay away a million furlong.

Dated: September 4th 2009

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Ten reasons to become a Statistician

  1. We do it with logic, frequency and error.
  2. If we flunk it out, we can always transfer to other streams.
  3. You never have to be right, only close. (We always have Taylor's Series. :P)
  4. Statisticians are significant (ALWAYS).
  5. No one knows whatever we do, so we are always right.
  6. Estimating parameters is easier than dealing with life.
  7. We are mean and variable lovers.
  8. We are complete and sufficient.
  9. We can do it both discreetly and continuously.

Taken from a poster at the farewell dinner of ISI Kolkata.