In my article in @EconomicTimes today, I talk about how Sabari, a 100% visually impaired student at @AshokaUniv , uses AI to live independently, to vibecode solutions for himself and build an ‘auditory mirror’ for other blind people.
In this miasma of depressing news and ‘doomer’ narratives, these 'real' cases of AI point out to how it be a truly transformational technology.
However, I believe we need to change the narrative here.
For years, the gold standard for AI has been the ‘Human in the Loop’ model, the idea that humans are the final check on a potentially dangerous or erratic machines. It is a defensive posture, born of fear.
I write that it is time to flip that script and talk about "AI in the Loop."
Read on for a dose of optimism and hope.
(The article is below, link in comments, and a picture of Sabri with me and Anuj at Ashoka)
And, if you believe in what Sabri is doing, and want to help him with resources, money, tokens, credits, please DM me here or anywhere.
@Utopiandevil@AIBeyondAI@ArchanaMuthappa@anujmagazine@PramathSinha@AshishDhawanTCF@somakrc
Even after three plus years of #ChatGPT, awareness of #AI in enterprises is high but adoption is still abysmally low.
Organizations have invested in AI. They have brought the horse to the water. But making the horse drink is still a big, big problem.
@j_bindra on the gap between awareness and adoption. #InterpretingIndia with Adarsh Ranjan. Listen here: https://t.co/Zc4yFlixQM
The Bengaluru Roadies #55: Kanakpura
Today, Karnataka, and therefore Bangalore, got a new Chief Minister, and he represents Kanakpura!
So, here goes:
“If we really want to escape Bengaluru for a day,” says almost every second person I meet in this city, “just drive down Kanakpura Road.” Which, of course, makes me immediately suspicious. In Bengaluru, a “short drive” can mean anything from 20 minutes to the geological age of a flyover. But Kanakpura, as I discover, is not just a road out of the city. It is Bengaluru slowly loosening its tie.
So the name probably comes from Kanakapura — literally, the “town of gold”, with kanaka meaning gold and pura meaning town. Though, as with most old Indian place names, the story is not that simple. Older references point to names like Kanakanahalli, Kankanahalli, and even Kanikaranahalli. In other words, before Google Maps got to it, history had already taken several wrong turns.
Long before weekend bikers, yoga retreats, gated layouts, and “farmhouse plots only 45 minutes from JP Nagar”, Kanakapura was a quiet taluk town on the banks of the Arkavathi. It sat in that old Karnataka landscape of tanks, fields, silk cocoons, rocky outcrops, temple bells, and slow buses. It was just there, south of Bengaluru, doing what old towns do best: surviving empires, district reorganisations, and bad road-widening ideas.
But then Bengaluru grew restless. And when Bengaluru grows, it does not expand; it leaks. It leaked past Banashankari, past JP Nagar, past NICE Road, past apartment blocks, international schools, meditation centres, wedding resorts, cafés, and layouts with names that sound like they were generated by an overexcited real-estate brochure..
Today, Kanakapura is a strange and lovely in-between place. It is not quite Bengaluru, not quite countryside. One moment you are passing a supermarket and a glass-fronted apartment complex; the next you are staring at red earth, coconut trees, granite hills, and a bullock cart that seems deeply unimpressed by your SUV. The air smells of wet mud after rain, temple prasada, roadside dosa, and the faint anxiety of people calculating whether they can get back before Silk Board does what Silk Board does.
The area’s real charm is that it refuses to become just one thing. For the spiritually inclined, there is the Art of Living International Centre, where the city’s stress goes to breathe out. For the quietly meditative, there is Pyramid Valley, where even the most hyperactive Bengaluru mind is encouraged to sit still for a few minutes. For the outdoorsy, there are drives towards Sangama and Mekedatu, where the Arkavathi and Cauvery perform their ancient river drama.
(I have recently relocated to the city of gardens and traffic, and what intrigues me most are the road names, each of which have a fascinating history. This series of posts will unravel the historical origin of the roads and localities in BLR.)
The invitation card for Karnataka CM-designate DK Shivakumar's oath-taking ceremony states that the "oath of office and secrecy will be administered at the Glass House, Lok Bhavan, Bengaluru" at 4.05 pm today.
This standing ovation totally brought me to tears.
On Thursday, my dad (stage 4 pancreatic cancer) started a Revolution Medicine trial building upon these results — RMC 5127, which uses the drug celebrated here, Daraxonrasib, with another drug targeting his specific KRAS mutation, G12V.
He’s nearly 2 years into his fight with pancreatic cancer and we have personally felt the impact of this watershed moment. It is a lifeline.
To the incredible, stalwart, brilliant researchers and folks bringing these discoveries to life - thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.
There was a time when I used to travel from Delhi to Toronto very often.
Every time I would go, everyone - in the flight, sometimes the immigration people, etc. - would just assume I was going to Brampton (just off Toronto)
I went to Toronto about a dozen times; I never went to Brampton
Below is the reason.
whatsapp as a medium of corporate communication needs to be permanently banned. i wish i could block everyone. you should NOT be fully available to your workplace all the time. respectfully, please, please get a life outside of work. why are you messaging me at 10pm.
What's happening to Vinesh Phogat is exactly why we can never be a sporting nation.
She's a world class athlete playing a sport run by an uncultured thug.