Mahalanobis

              

When a great hero was born Zero get discovered and numbers overwhelmed. It appeared to be chaotic, then the science of statistics steps in. It brings around the patterns hidden behind these numbers, persons, and events.

We use the idea of statistics in our daily life without being aware of it. Statistics is used in the vast area from the government to big business, in sampling, research, pattern recognition, genetics voice analysis, cryptography, electronics, economics, health, agriculture, Software reliability, manufacturing and quality control, weather forecasting, finance, sales, social market.

The man who made it happen in India is Prashant Chandra Mahalanobis.

This great Indian scientist and applied statistician were born on 29 June 1893 in Kolkata, West Bengal, India.

The two most important contributions by Mahalanobis for the nation were:

1.  Setting up the Indian Statistical Institute. (ISI)
2.  Founding of the journal Sankhya. (meaning: number)

Contribution to statistics are:

1. Mahalanobis Distance: It is used in cluster analysis and classification techniques.
2.  Large-scale sample survey: For this, he designed a method called Fractile graphical analysis.

Honors:

Fellow of Indian Academy of Sciences(1935), Fellow of Indian National Science Academy(1935), Officer of the order of the British Empire(Civil Division 1942), Weldon Memorial Prize(1994), Fellow of the Royal Society(1945), President of Indian Science Congress(1950), Fellow of Econometric Society(1951), Fellow of the Pakistan Statistical Association(1952), Honorary Fellow of Royal Statistical Society(1954), Sir Deviprashad Sarvadhikari Gold Medal(1957), Foreign member of the Academy of Sciences of USSR(1958), Honorary Fellow of King's College, Cambridge(1959), Fellow of American Statistical Association(1961), Durgaprashad Khaitan Gold Medal(1961)

• Padma Vibhushan(1968)

• Srinivasa Ramanujan Gold Medal(1968)

The professor, PC Mahalanobis was the father of statistical movement of India. The 'Mahalanobis Era' in statistic ended on 28th June 1972. Indeed he will always be remembered as he is one of the world leaders in statistics who had the uncanny sense of figures and could detect errors easily. 

To remember him the government of India celebrates his birthday as National statistical Day.

Himachal Pradesh Journey clip

                         

                             Eat! Sleep! Tweet! Repeat! But don't forget to Read!

Himachal Pradesh, "snow-laden province" which is also known as "Dev-Bhoomi" [Land of Lords] is situated on the North-West part of India whose capital is Shimla and Dharamshala(Second capital in winters). On 25th January 1971, Himachal Pradesh came into being as the 18th state of Indian Union. Chenab, Ravi, Sutlej, Yamuna, and Beas are the 5 rivers which flow in this mountainous state. It's a such a beautiful place to visit and explore. And talking about its beauty is worth than anything. Wheater it is about the climate or flora/fauna it's an incredible place which will take your, heart. There are 12 districts all are scenic with an eye-catching natural view where the wind blows gently. You will feel as the sun is kissing your forehead. Visiting here will take you to the peace and your heart will blossom with harmony. 

Follow this blog to know more about its districts in detail. Next part will common soon. Stay connected and have a pleasant reading! 

Tajmahal says "You left my Heart like a Grave! "

Hi! I am Taj Mahal People, love to say me Taj!

Also, known as "Symbol of Love!"

You can meet me in Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India

And reach me at 27°10′30″N78°02′31″E.

Now let's talk about my history- My architect is Ustad Ahmad Lahauri, who made me famous with millions of followers all over the world.

I was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan to house the tomb of his favorite wife Mumtaz Mahal.

My achievements: 

 I was designated as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1983.

 I was declared a winner of the New7Wonders of the World (2000–2007) initiative.

Here are my Concerns with you all:

I was lively and active and in the Pink, But it's you who have made me ill and turned me in yellow and green.

I am in dilapidated condition, please step to embellish me. 

Don't cut the trees they are very keen to me, to make me alive and to breathe.

An invasion of insect called Chironomus Challigrapous is turning me Green.

Explosive breeding of the pests in the populated Yamuna river is marring my Beauty.

This is because 52 drains all eventually leads to the Yamuna without any treatment,

causing water stagnant and fishes dying.

ASI (Archeological Survey of India) have been trying to scrub me.

But they know frequent scrubbing can take the sheen off to me.

The reason for getting yellowish is Iron staining.

Do you know? I contain naturally occurring deposits of Iron in me.

Which begins to oxidize when exposed to water directly.

Automobiles and industries spew out tonnes of emission every week.

This reacts with me giving a dull yellowish tint.

High level of SPM (Suspended Particulate Matter) in the air is changing my appearance.

This is because the dust and dirt deposits, do not get washed off by the rain.

And dust carbon-containing particles emitted during the burning of fossil fuels, biomass, and garbage. 

How you can forget The Acid? Which had destroyed lots of beauties?

In my case, it is acid rain where sulphuric acid reacts with calcium to form Gypsum and flake off causing me to look alike ugly.

I bet this you know "Acid rain is the reason for corrosive action for acid deposition" and this is the result of your activities.

In millions of number you trot and trudge around me have you wondered you cause some amount of wear and tear on me?

Ohh my followers over the world please don't do this to me! Now you have heard my story make sure not to ruin my life!

I can be found in a perfect poem.

I can be found in a perfect story.

I can be a reason for your smile.

I can be a monument you want to see alive.

I can be the beauty you would appraise.

I can be a moment you will never replace.

Come and Enjoy but do take care of my age.

So that I can't say "You left my heart like a grave!"

Remark: Before visiting any heritage please obey the rules of Do's and Don't. Remember it's our duty to save these monuments.

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Old Age Home

Tough to say and tough to write, this culture doesn't suit on our lives. This place is India, and we call it our mother-land.

 Where someone prays for wealth, someone for success. But proud to say here parents pray for their children health!

Let me say - you please don't yell and remember that shoulder on which you have played.

 Are you thinking to step them away, O' don't you remember how long they have company your way?

Don't even ponder to leave them in old age home, cause they have fulfilled your wishes alone.

Today I had to mollify my heart, Ohh! this is because few are hurting their parent!

I heard Chaganti Koteswara Rao speech and I would like to share the story from the speech.

C.K Rao visited an old age home to spend his time with the old people.

While entering he saw an old lady sitting at the door with her luggage, with lots of happiness on her face.

He thought she is happy because she must be going to her child's place.

In the evening after spending time with the old age people, he decided to go back. While leaving he find same old lady 0n the same place where he saw her in the morning.

He asked the caretaker of old age home: Why that old lady is sitting there since morning and what happened to her?

Caretaker: Sir, she didn't have children until the age of 40. She prayed to all the Gods and Goddesses. She did everything she could do for her children. At the 40's final, she was blessed with a baby boy.

They both (she and her husband) showed utmost care towards their only child. Later the boy became a rich person.

Suddenly her husband died due to incurable disease and her son thought that her mom is no more needed to him.

One day her son visited this old age home and told: My mom will come here and will tell her name, You just join her in this old age home. As I am registering her name here.

After a couple of hours and so the son came with her mother in a car and told her that: Mom this is like a temple, many people are there. You just go inside and give all these fruits and spend some time with them, I will return soon.

She came inside and gave all the fruits to the people. People in the old age home thought that as part of joining this old age home she was giving fruits to all. Then I showed her, her room and bed.
She was extremely shocked at that moment and asked: why you are showing bed to me?

Caretaker: Your son registered you here.

Hearing this she was shocked and fell off to the ground, she cried till late night and then she falls asleep.

Daily, she wakes up in the morning, gets ready, took her luggage and sits in front of the gate. She waits until evening for the son to take her from this old age home. But this never happened, she starts crying and harms herself. This made her mentally ill.

By seeing her critical situation I tried to call her son, but that heartless son had left the registration form with a fake address and fake contact number.

When someone in this old age home talk bad about her son or call by bad names, then she yells at them and starts beating them. 
This is the kind of love she had towards her son. But her son betrayed her and left her alone in a horrible condition of senselessness.

Dear friends always remember this life is hot sun and your parents are the soothing shades. Love them! Respect them! They are our privilege!

तुम चले जाओगे तो सोचेंग े, तुम चले जाओगे तो सोचेंगे हमने क्या खोया हमने क्या पाया, ज़िंदगी धूप तुम घना साया- तुमको देखा तो ये ख़याल आया!

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