Saturday, February 17, 2007

Oersted, Busted !!


A text states that Hans Christian Oersted, in 1820 AD accidentally observed that Magnetic Field is produced by a current carrying conductor. The story goes by the fact that Oersted was actually demonstrating something to a class, when he saw a magnetic compass needle, placed nearby, go astray when current was passed through the wire. The point is, the discovery was ‘Accidental’.
It was actually an Italian jurist, Gian Domenico Romagnosi, who had observed this phenomenon in 1802 AD and published his observations in a local newspaper. This, however, went unnoticed by the scientific community. And now, the credit goes to Hans Christian Oersted.
In 2007 AD, I first learnt that a straight current carrying conductor produces a magnetic field around its axis in a circular way. So, when we place iron filings on a cardboard shelf and allow current through a conductor placed perpendicular to it, BINGO! You have a crudely arranged circular pattern.
I decided to give it a try : After all it is a silly experiment, the result being obvious. I was only too interested in seeing if it is really going to work… So, I met my college’s lab instructor after working hours.
“Sir….”, I stammered. “I was thinking if I could perform an experiment….. It is not in syllabus anyway”. He viewed me frantically, thought for a moment and made a promising face. I was fortunate, he felicitated the idea. So, I told him about the experiment.
Soon, I had the equipment arranged on an optical bench (sounds cool, doesn’t it?). The apparatus included a Rheostat, a battery with variable voltages, few Manganin wires (because he couldn’t find insulated copper ones).
A circuit was soon ready. We didn’t have iron filings. So, a compass was brought (fortunately), because it deflects even for slight current amplitudes. I pecked a hole on a cardboard sheet torn off from they Physics Lab Manual, A compilation of foolish questions usually asked for the Viva-Voce. It wasn’t needed at that time, because any student picked up at random from the class could furnish you with every word from the book except for things as intricate as the ISBN Code (Wonder if it has one…).
And so, I held the cardboard and the compass, parallel to the bench. My instructor held the naked wire, turned the voltage knob to a whopping 12 Volts and toggled the switch. More voltage, more current, we thought. I was checking for deflections. when my instructor withdrew his hand suddenly. The wire he held had got heated up. He had burnt his fingers.This , as we hypothesised, was due the manganin wire we used.So, soon, a new circuit was prepared with copper wires. We checked for deflections again, desperately. This time too, it was a failure. We were cracking our head as to what had gone wrong.We had forgotten to closed the switch.

Soon , there was a burning aroma.It was first presumed that someone was cooking in the adjacent apartment. Checking the circuit, I turned the Rheostat topsy-turvy only to find a Red-Hot wire! Current, was switched off, chaos was arrested.We couldn't grok where the experiment had gone wrong.We even tried changing the circuit here and there,but it made No significant yield. When all our hopes were jettisoned, we abandoned the experiment there.
The deflections were accidentally discovered, almost 205 years before, in an era where only the spelling of electricity and magnetism were firmly established. I even wonder if they had commercially made Rheostats and batteries and insulated wire.
In fact, Michael Faraday wrapped pieces of his wife’s petticoats around copper wires to insulate them because amenities such as insulated cables were not available them. But here, even with such decently good equipments, we are at a loss, even to detect current, let along trace the magnetic field lines around them. Either the text quoting that the discovery was ‘Accidental’ is controversial or physics labs in certain colleges, (where the practical examiner is taken out of the hall for break-fast and the students are provided with sheets torn off from the manual to copy) need better equipment. I wonder If Oersted's discovery , in a college demonstration, was really 'Accidental'.Guess , It needs to be changed...

Monday, February 12, 2007

GENOCIDE ?!!


In the makeshift concentration camp I’d created, I watched the genocide phenomenon: Awesome! The chamber was filled with d-trans-Allethrin. My eyes glowed with satanic fury as they writhed in pain. Some of them moved across the chamber at Schumacher’s pace, eventually ending with a perpetual sleep. There was the ubiquitous low frequency groan, the most bizarre death wish. However, some of them survived. The usual practice was that they were smashed to death, blood oozing out of their body, making a horrid sight. But no, that was a fad. The ones that survived twitched and turned and struggled for ‘breath’ in their last moments on the planet. They were to die a painful death, partly because, they were female, partly because they were Dracula’s living ‘descendants’, too addicted to inhuman stuff. Little did they know that their tormentor-in-chief, had less mercy and had invented a new form of torture to keep up his insanity.

The survivors’ legs are amputated. They are then left to their own fate. When they groan in pain, the only thing I could say was: “YOU DESERVE THIS”. No mercy for enemies. The Mahabharata suggests that two people necessarily with the same rank in the Army only could fight against each other. Of course, they were no match for me, but a sport as it is, for me, amuses me.

When the left is amputated (Sorry, No anesthesia), the leg twitches for a couple of seconds. The Amputee doesn’t shout immediately. After a couple of minutes, spins around, makes a groove : A perfect Disco Gesture : Then they manage to remain pathetic for sometime, making an insane buzz, folding their legs like the foetus in the womb, as though hibernating. I guess this gives them strength.

When the genocide-savvy tormentor is off for a coffee-break, they wriggle themselves to freedom, escape Osiris’s Clutches. When His Majesty returns, the unlucky ones are hunted down, this time their heads smashed to the floor. The carcasses are sometimes strewn across the mortuary, sometimes fed to the lizards. When the obese lizards have completed their meal and Burp! Yuck! Insanity!!!!!



S Harshavardhan
The Tormentor-in-Chief