It was darkness, dark and the red was lyin doggo in it. Perl was holding the blood red apple on his palm. The figure of bearded Perl and the bloody apple was silhouetted against the window. He wasn't observing the topology of the fruit or evaluating the spherical nuances of his apple. A smile had bloomed b/w his beard evolving from the thought of a nutty poet, "transform a girl to an apple, and only the belly button remains!"
He scratched the apple and clawed his teeth on to it. Now, it was amorphous.
Dawns of early eighties, he was Rushkin's gifted student, he slept with problems, the unwonted ones, and woke up with solutions. Memories gallop, 1982, international maths olympiad, Grisha was 16 then and he won the gold with perfection, all 7s in the 6 teasers. perfect score 0f 42, unparallelled. Some said he was eccentric and some called him Rasputin for his long nails and continous coif. But all knew he was friendly. He was natural. He was absolutely unassuming. These words from his teacher at Leningrad concieves him, mathematically, "There are a lot of students of high ability who speak before thinking. Grisha was different. He thought deeply. His answers were always correct. He always checked very, very carefully. He was not fast. Speed means nothing. Math doesn't depend on speed. It is about deep ."
The dignified heroism bestowed on him only made him more humble. There weren't any nuances when he wanted to enjoy that. He wasn't bothered about the outcomes. He did things he liked. He played chess, lured himself into violin. But, Grigory Perelman, (as he would assume fame worldwide as the cleverest man on earth who proved the millenium problem called Poincare's conjecture and turned down the Field's medal and Millenium prize ), is a master of assumptions. Any deep scientist, obviously would be. Now, he assumed that he had enemies. Only for being old Grisha. He assumed strange reasons for getting himself secluded.
Forgive the vagueness but the Poincaré conjecture still says that if a 3-dimentional manifold is compact, has no boundary and is simply connected, then it is homeomorphic to a 3-dimensional sphere. A conjecture is something that has only been posed and not proved.
Grisha proved it and silently pronounced "that's it" , as unemotionally as he responded to the victory at the IMO'82. He had tested all possible singularities for reaching the proof. He knew it may or may not have great implications on relativity and the shape of space.
the Universe may be simply connected but his life is not quite simply connected. And he works along, to pursue the conjecture called the beauty of life..leave him alone!
He scratched the apple and clawed his teeth on to it. Now, it was amorphous.
Dawns of early eighties, he was Rushkin's gifted student, he slept with problems, the unwonted ones, and woke up with solutions. Memories gallop, 1982, international maths olympiad, Grisha was 16 then and he won the gold with perfection, all 7s in the 6 teasers. perfect score 0f 42, unparallelled. Some said he was eccentric and some called him Rasputin for his long nails and continous coif. But all knew he was friendly. He was natural. He was absolutely unassuming. These words from his teacher at Leningrad concieves him, mathematically, "There are a lot of students of high ability who speak before thinking. Grisha was different. He thought deeply. His answers were always correct. He always checked very, very carefully. He was not fast. Speed means nothing. Math doesn't depend on speed. It is about deep ."
The dignified heroism bestowed on him only made him more humble. There weren't any nuances when he wanted to enjoy that. He wasn't bothered about the outcomes. He did things he liked. He played chess, lured himself into violin. But, Grigory Perelman, (as he would assume fame worldwide as the cleverest man on earth who proved the millenium problem called Poincare's conjecture and turned down the Field's medal and Millenium prize ), is a master of assumptions. Any deep scientist, obviously would be. Now, he assumed that he had enemies. Only for being old Grisha. He assumed strange reasons for getting himself secluded.
Forgive the vagueness but the Poincaré conjecture still says that if a 3-dimentional manifold is compact, has no boundary and is simply connected, then it is homeomorphic to a 3-dimensional sphere. A conjecture is something that has only been posed and not proved.
Grisha proved it and silently pronounced "that's it" , as unemotionally as he responded to the victory at the IMO'82. He had tested all possible singularities for reaching the proof. He knew it may or may not have great implications on relativity and the shape of space.
the Universe may be simply connected but his life is not quite simply connected. And he works along, to pursue the conjecture called the beauty of life..leave him alone!
2 comments:
BlondiE-as in the good,the bad and the ugly???
and what was this post all about?? wasn't this a bit vague thing to start with?
it is about a mathematician called greg perelman, and it happend bcoz of a news abt him i read b4 creatin d blog...now i too find it ultravague! hope things'll get clear in d long run..
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