The Influence curve

The Influence curve

Ever seen the Stoletov curve, Stoletov was the first to show that with the increase of the magnetic field the magnetic susceptibility of iron grows, but then begins to decrease. The below figure might clear your doubts

The same kind of curve can be seen or felt in the real life too. If u have a little sis you might feel the effect of your magnetism on her.

Forever that I can remember she had been influenced by what I have been doing or liking. The kind of sports she chose, to the books she read everything came from me. Even today if you compare the likes sections of both our FB pages you might find 80% similarities. That’s the kind of influence you leave on her, and it better be a good one. As for me I am satisfied that I had been able to guide her in at least two things viz. great books & great movies.

Just like the curve there comes a peak when all her decisions are based on what I had been choosing or doing, and then gradually over a period of time the curve line goes down, for better. And seeing the curve go down you feel happy that she is now capable of her own decision making, with her own circle of influence be it friends, studies or work.

But many a times in the great country of ours we see although the effect of the magnetic field decreases on the Iron, the more the family tries to influence the poor iron. But it’s been scientifically proven even if you increase the strength of the field the influence will not increase , and then they resort to methods only acceptable in the great country of ours, were ,freewill, it seems is the most crushed item after flowers.

Coming back to the curve, the curve seems to be incomplete; not able to depict the real life picture, wherein the opposite has started to happen. The little iron has now started to influence the magnetic field itself.

The little sis is a big influence for me these days, what I choose, movies I watch books I read. Also she has gained a lot of respect in the field of various family matters. The little iron has went on to become Iron Sharmila it seems.

On one such occasion, I was on an official trip to Nagpur & was not able to get return tickets on time, so as a last resort I called her to arrange the same. I knew she had contacts in Nagpur, but had shifted to Pune way back so I doubted if it might work.

Don’t worry your ticket will be done. She says confidently and disconnects the phone.

A day passes by, ticketing for the great Indian railways is not an easy job and I lose hope.

Next morning suddenly she calls me back.” tekdi wale ganeshji ke paas chale jaana you will receive your ticket” and just like an informer ,after passing the bit of info she disconnects.

We reach the destination and wait in our car feeling like gangstas waiting for a delivery, shifting in our seats glancing cautiously at people with enquiring looks passing by.

Suddenly a guy dressed in white cotton shirt & black formal pants peers down the car window.

“Are you the one travelling tonight” he asks enquiringly

Both me and my friend kept looking at him, the white cotton shirt’s Chinese color was just giving way for a slight glimmer to pass through, at close inspections the glimmer came from a heavy gold chain, which went well with all the golden rings on this four fingers laced with gemstones of varied kinds.

We did feel like gangstas, and the delivery was here. The don himself seemed to have been pressed into action. How such a person could be compelled to make the delivery, the thought kept repeating.

All this thought process took place within a few seconds; we were still frozen in contemplation when he asked again, this time more politely “are you the one who is travelling tonight”

An abrupt “yes” from me started the conversation. Hey! He greets us jovially, “here’s your ticket” hands me over a white envelop. The envelope has “her” name written over it and instructions “donot take payment”

Despite reading I ask, “How much do I owe you”, he politely refuses with a smile. “Madam ne aapse payment lene se mana kiya hai”. I insist a few times but he won’t budge, and goes away smiling.

I checked the ticket, it was spot on. Called her back and cleared my doubts whether she was a Don of some kind that people were afraid of taking payments from me coz she had told so, she just laughed over the matter. And I kept thinking about the curve.

“Ae dada teri ticket ho gayi” she shrieks, and I guess it’s time for me to stop writing and go check the ticket, a good long vacation comes to an end tomorrow, I guess we won’t be together for quite a few time now so let me go get influenced. Haha