Our minds evolved to survive
Their job is to keep us alive.
And mostly minds would much rather
Do useful things like hunt and gather!
And they are full of common sense
But Physics can make them quite tense.
But some minds engaged in trade
Instead of hunting they got paid.
And early traders sent their goods
Through the desert and the woods.
But on the way goods could get lost
And that would add much to the cost.
But marks on tablets made of clay
Helped the traders save the day.
What started of as bills of lading,
Soon made knowledge all pervading.
And knowledge know could be preserved
And future generations served.
One row of men cannot stand tall
But if they form a solid wall,
On their shoulders we can mount,
If on their knowledge we can count
A pyramid can be built-
An edifice that will not tilt.
And for ever it will grow
Each generation will then know
More than all who’ve gone before
And this is something known for sure.
But sometimes what we learn is strange
Well beyond our normal range.
And Quantum Science keeps us fooled
We wish to be firmly ruled.
We can’t accept a random dance,
Determined by the rules of chance.
An Einstein thought this wasn’t nice,
“I can’t believe that God plays dice.”
It’s true our minds were not designed
For physics and yet we can find
Some minds that thrive on speculation
And after years of education
Devote their lives to divine
What is perhaps the true Divine,
The rules of law from which all flows.
But every physicist still knows
What Einstein felt in the gut
What we now need is a GUT,
One theory that unifies
Four forces, that’s indeed the prize.
If gravity can fall in place
Then Einstein will have made his case.
Perhaps the answer lies in strings,
Which sometimes curl up into rings,
Vibrating in many dimensions
Exhibiting severe tensions.
They also form sheets named branes.
To understand you need tamed brains.
We could buy books at a heavy cost
And read for years and still be lost.
If that’s the case then just how do you
Explain strings? Call Spenta Wadia.
St. Mary’s School and Xavier’s College
And IIT were founts of knowledge.
But then for his Ph.D.
He went off to ’s CUNY.
In the windy city by the lake
His thirst for knowledge he would slake.
Now fellowships and awards,
Our Spenta has by the hordes.
The Raman lecture, the Weinberg prize
And if the Nobel committee’s wise
The Nobel someday will be his too.
For hasn’t had her due.
We are now in for a treat.
IFTA members hold your seat.
The ride is rough but most exciting
If we go down, we will go fighting.
String Theory can blow your mind.
But I’m sure that you will find
With Spenta’s proffered helping hand
Something you will understand!
