Monday, October 01, 2007

Burma - a New begining in making ?

Google “Heroin capitals of world” and the very first results you would come across would be Myanmar. This is an irony in itself, considering that Burma is cradle of many civilizations in the region. A peek into where Burma might have gone wrong in time line would show that the period from 1960’s might have been the most aggressive and most disturbing phenomenon of the country, when coup overturn the power and glued themselves to seats of power. And the junta is not showing any signs to give up the seat in any time soon. But this might be the very darkest phase, before Renaissance strikes Burma and September 24, 2007 might just go on to become the spark, led by barefooted, armless monks that lit this fire of Revolution.

The protest had been so strong almost eclipsing all other movements since the 1988 pro democracy uprising, and has already created ripples in the deeply religious Burmese society. Not that these protest, often violent, have been limited during the uneasy military government rule. But most of these protests have not been recognized as a national level one except of course, those under the dynamic leadership of Daw Aung San Suu Kyi. She has been in home arrest since 1989, but still continues to be the hope of democracy for Burma.

And though none could scale the degree to which she represents the face of Burma, the present protest by monks could just trigger the wave of unrest in the nation. In this part of world, religion is the thing which binds and evokes people. Almost 90% of Burmese practice Buddhism and it is the main stay. The resistance of monks has been a strong tradition in Burma. The liberation from British rule was mostly due to the strong role of monks in struggle for liberation and so was the collapse of Mongol rule.

But there is more than religion which is driving the animosity against governing bodies now. Burma is transformed to a nation, from the golden land not so long back , to crippling economy, a nation neck deep in corruption and where suddenly the world has been polarized into 2 sections, those having contacts with the ruling junta and those without it. Needless to say, those who don’t have any contact with the junta, are the sufferers. A common man has to survive paying bribes or end up being locked in numerous torture cells or Labor camps of Military Intelligence (MI).The number of political prisoners is estimated to be around 1800 or even 5 times more than that. The last uprising (in year 1988) was crushed by massacring 3000-5000 peaceful unarmed protestors.

But the fresh protest by the monks doesn’t seem to die down at such an ease. More so when international organizations like UN which had been mum over such a long period (right from 1962) have woken up to the brutal fact that human rights has ended up just being words. The UN special envoy Ibrahim Gambari is scheduled to meet the military leaders some time soon( in hours when I am writing this post). Some nations have gone a further length in showcasing their resentment with the regime. France has asked its oil majors to withdraw operations from the region, USA has denied the travel visas to the rulers, Japan has cancelled all its aid (partly also because one of the persons killed in the shootout happened to be a Japanese reporter).Also the number of Burmese gathering momentum for this cause has been swelling over past few years. The economic and political sanctions coupled by civil war like scenario is surely the signal for an end to regime, either by themselves or from external force.

So may be the coming days will see a new beginning and a new history in making, for the once glorious golden land, Burma.

Monday, August 20, 2007

The charisma of ZERO


Being Pushed-Forced-shoved-trapped into an educational system which tries in all possible ways to tickle and bolster the mathematical genius within, at same time raising eyebrows and selective pruning of anything that remotely resembles non scientific, I have never ever looked to ZERO with suspicion. I had fully accepted that lots of things that we know now ,are due to fact that ZERO is in place and that, its discovery was Revolutionary. I had also learnt that ZERO and its twin- WHEEL were the greatest gift by India to the scientific world. To add to this ZERO was discovered some 17000 years ago and finds ample references in the Upanishads and Sutras.

But this was alsothe very curse in disguise- the power of being omnipresent was over shadowed by the utilisation of ZERO being taken for granted.Over the years naturally I had completely turned oblivion to the existence of this marvelous whole number (but not a natural number). And as if this usurping of right of ZERO was being watched by the supreme body from some corner in the universe, it decided to program events around me to wake me up to acknowledge the importance of ZERO.

2 long(very long) months of the new avatar as student and that too pursuing a MBA program has taught me that world is also filled with people who are not engineers or who are working in fields like Stocks, Mutual funds and Banks. These guys/ gals belonged to a different galaxy all together( the world of majors from Finance and Banking) and nothing revealed the scholastic dissimilarity among us than when we were in Finance classes. These financial sessions typically saw lots of actions from IT people ( actions included various patterns of nodding and swaying heads.. more to drive the sleep fast catching us than in agreement or disagreement with course contents). The very first financial introspection I derived from these sessions was this: If there is a short break between two consecutive sessions of Finance, then there was a “consumer surplus” for commodities like Tea and Coffee.


The tragedy was torture didn’t die down with classes or group assignments, but proliferated into Quizzes and Re-Tests and Term Exams. The Quizzes is the Rudest out of the lot, coz
a) One is reduced to a position in which his retinas have the liberty to focus only in the area mapped by his laptop screen (sometimes an A4 sheet).
b) All options seem to be equally correct or equally wrong unlike BS or OB where I could spot at least one option which don’t seem right (I just forgot to mention that most of the times this was the right option.)
c) The class average was hijacked by Finance Guys so I could share my score only with very few people in class who had parallel abilities.

But it was this very score in FM which made me special. It was like any other day over these 2 months, woke up to find a rush for wash room, a short trip to it, followed by gathering ourselves for the classes, then boarding the bus, the torture of forcing ourselves to information being pumped from the radio in the Bus and the feeling of being greeted by hot drowsy breeze as soon as I boarded the bus and pounded my way to LC3.

But it was not meant to be an ordinary day, it was supposed to create History right? So we had this second Quiz of FM and I jumped into the mega battle in Black Board. I thought I had honed the abilities of Telepathy and devised the strategy of identifying pattern of answers for given set of questions being bombarded serially. The strategy was simple: The next option I would mark(out of 4) would be – (Number of classmates still writing the exam to my Left / Total number of class mates earlier in the class) * ( Time in minutes now / 60) * 4

This theorem had started paying me huge Dividends, and I had started firmly adhering and preaching this. I finished the Quiz before time and was a very happy man, but then decided to check back my score. I knew judging myself from history that my score would either be a 3 or 2 out of 8,10,20,30… The web page reloaded and I clicked the View Grades section. The sight was special in my life time and though I might have set numerous records; this was something which I never had opportunity to focus upon till now. I had been introduced (rather re-introduced) to concept of ZERO. There lay in my grades section, my score, a big ZERO, so much different from the rest, a limitation in itself, an extreme, a feat less covered by other mortals, a number so fascinating that it can turn even millions to itself when multiplied by it. For some time I was lifeless and the idea of coffee to wake up seemed to vaporize (and with it my other postulate) but then as I was staring blankly at the score, I gained the nirvana – Clairvoyants are god sent to rescue the oppressed. In a world which values the 10z more than 9z, but still neglects and undermines the value of ZERO hanging right to 1 of 10, I would by action and example, salvage this Greatest Discovery made by human kind – the number ZERO.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Moonwalking the thought process

Something happened this week – which were remotely linked to the world, I thought and constructed regarding a B- school, and that too in a one year program. It was holiday for the whole week!


And while I was shuttling myself with detachment and attachment to world around me, a thought occurred to me – I was bothered about the objective which had stirred me to join the business school. And though the clarity had lost its shine over some time, I knew that the primary focus was to learn, teach and learn (in that order) with the people at the school. But what was this learning all about? Are we supposed to mimic thought process of people who changed the world like Strategies devised by Steve Jobs to make an attempt of the unthinkable then – Breaking the monopoly Microsoft, or immortalize Peter Ducker and give him the control to our decisions?

Clearly the idea at B school was not education, but a process which involved reverse learning and looking back at things which have already occurred ( by way of case studies), examining them and dissecting the issues into sub issues and then finding the overall solution for it.

I believe that the B school should be more known for its environment than considering students, faculty, ranking, alumni and dynamicity of curriculum in general. Censoring of ideas or quantifying them would actually mould the way we approach issues. Example whenever we look for marketing – rather than chanting the nice to hear words like CCDS (Create Communicate Deliver Sustain) can we not begin by Communicating then Creating Value or even begin by Analyzing hidden demand for products and then estimate how the product could be sustained, and then Create. Lots of permutation and combination of these parameters, if we even begin start thinking! Or rather moon walking the thought process.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

A brush with Guest Lecture session- The ordeal/experience at B-School Continues


Forced on you or stemmed from your own bubbling will or a mix of both---Desperate for it or shunning away from it or just surf through it…. Whatever you do, you just can’t deny the existence of it – The existence of Guest Lecture session.

So I was now in the process of getting nirvana 3rd time on row from 3rd Guest Lecturer (gl) and I was looking forward to this session with lots of vigor. But blame this classes and study group which extends their territory without fail and proliferates to the greatest possibble extent,I was sapped of the energy I needed to break even in this session. So I was cat walked towards,the Leadership Hall minus my thrill and excitement level and no wonder was transported to the literary world as soon as I took a place there. Thus began this process of penning this article . A word of caution before we embark upon the exhausted thought process. This had been conceived out of sapped wits, so please fasten your seat belts, as we dive into a world full of care and time to stand and stare(borrowed from the poen Leisure by William Henry Devis.
Suddenly my eyes are becoming heavy and seems my senses are ditching me, the din around this GL session seems to bother me no more, infact this helps me camoflauge and chance to unwind my random thoughts,..
Suddenly the relation between thought process, idea, feeling and people around me forces me to think that parallel world might need a research to be proven, a research much more advanced than we could comprehend in these times, but surely we might be living in two different worlds connected by same emotional domains. Confused!! It was meant to be, for its never so easy to preach. But lemme try.
What I mean is that me at Dubai in 6.00 PM, some one in NUS, Singapore at same time, some other fellow in INSEAD , France at that point of time might be having a GL session and would be living in the same quotient and mix of feelings as me – a feeling of detachment from the surrounding and contemplating on what is happening with themselves – what they are gaining and what are they sacrificing.
I wish I could devlop means to transmit emotions in that thread and connect to like minded (sorry similar emotional turbulence) people as we connect to each other having a number in the telecom world.
What we do in telecom world specifically CDMA world is that we send signals in a particualr frequency, add some code to it and transmit it...the reciever just needs to decode it and listen to it in same frequency...
similar process in emotional level could make life so better for most of us who have hard time finding the right kind of people to gel to .

But the stage at which this gets feasible seems to be not right this time. So , lets Move to thought process 2.


Thought Process 2:
There is a unique similarity which appears through out the GL sessions- and that is the Subject. The gl needs to be either a consultant professor .. and mix of these. While am not denying that they do carry loads of insight but what about choosing different set of people for making these sessions lively and refreshing.
Why not ask the Captain of South Africa Cricket team to teach us a lesson on two of team spirit? – the mantra which spurred them to chase the mammoth team against the invincible “the Australian cricket team” , and win it on the last ball. Why not ask Daya Nayak to teach us how to keep working what you think right amidst pressures from all directions? and how not to lose focus and hold on to resilience from Lance Armstrong? We might have committed the crime of keeping the learning enclosed in the world we are preparing to be in or are in – the world of stock markets and process re-engineering, when we know for sure, that there are lot many attributes and factors, on which this world is hinged on. But am not in the PR committee…. so why not delve into thought process 3 !!

Thought Process 3:
What will these GL sessions and how much will this impact us over the course of time. I formulated this logic.Ohh the gl seems to be wrapping up the session, so would be dropping the pencil now and scan for the zone in the hall from where i could dart my way to the bus, waiting to carry us to the hostel.

Monday, July 02, 2007

The First Milestone




2 weeks into the Business School and nervous system already feeling the rush of adrenalin over and over again.

12 Quizzes, 5 Assignments, roughly the same number of workshops and classes extending for 8 hours a day..Sometimes pouring into Monday‘s and late nights …..I am really amazed by what one could perform when placed in a situation where there is one and only one option left. It was just the transition was so huge over such a small period ( I quit TCS just 2 days before I took a flight to S.p.jain Dubai). It was like waking me up from a pleasant slumber, putting me in a flight without the time for buckling up my seat belt and left to feel the intensity of change in momentum.

But I admire myself and so would most of my friends out here, since we took care of the situation and did things as demanded. Now we are getting used to the hectic (this would be an understatement)life here. We prepare for 30 page- chapter quiz – almost daily on the bus to school and something in us, makes us do as good or as bad as the rest of lot. Is it the idea of teaching us to excel – when thrown against unreasonable deadlines?

We already completed Organizational Behavior (OB), Financial Accounting and Communication classes and they were enlightening and fun. Life had been hectic and loaded with studies, but that hasn’t yet deterred us from indulging in fun. The cruises and shopping spree have become the luxury and so we are hell bent on making the most of it. The cultural event was a show case to identify the budding singers and star performers, also a nice platform to interact and network with the alumni. But not to forget – is the typical Mumbaiya attitude towards life at hostel – Live Life coz you live once. But most of the times, when we are immersed in the lighter moments, we have been suddenly jostled out of the merry making by Kathy’s mail in the middle of night –Promising us more classes, assignments and quizzes – the next day.

As an instance the FA assignment was hoarded with us for long, when we suddenly reality deflated the spirits. Soon we would get the acts together, regain the compose, collect and brainstorm with friends, discuss assignments over the hoarsest of home made coffee realizing that all the while the rest of world has slept, went to deep slumber and woke up to new day and we were still fighting to give our best for the best presentation . And when I look back at this with eyes drooping to need of sleep and body – mind aching for the urge to take rest, deep down there is an unusual pleasant feeling rising within. Wasn’t this – the life I had ordered? I find myself like Robert Frost did, walking on the road of Life when I suddenly came across a junction, where I had 2 options .

A) Road usually travelled by others, comfortable zone and less of risks. Getting promoted for nothingness and just because I consumed the time seating at that location .Waiting for things to happen around.

And b) the other was a road less travelled, brimming with lots of challenges and unknown risks.

But I had the urge to not to get lost in crowd and be exemplary and I chose the road less travelled. And now I am on that trail, the mission to be what I thought I want to be , I know I want to be and I believe I must be.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Brakes on The road to Success:





I really feel like the dog in the pic now :-( .. Am in such a HUGE mess


First day and the first taste of problem! And that too which demanded me to take a return cab from check in to no where. I was at check in counter when, I found out that I need to have ECNR status updated before I could fly to Emirates.

This was more of shock to me since; I had travelled USA and came back only last year without issues. So I was lost at the right time to take off and had to say bye- bye to my perspective batch mates … What a tragedy and what a wrong way to make a start for the journey towards my MBA degree!!

The next 3 hours were the most grueling one in recent times since I was under the fear that I have been los t in NO MAN’s land. Had to tussle with the greedy bunches of agents at Emigration office, getting a ticket for Dubai ; filtering out the possibilities based on cost and time of arrival and arranging for pick up at Dubai International Airport.
Now, as I take some time off watching the rains splashing across the streets of Mumbai, there is only one thought rocking me on and on. This was the most disliked way to start something but I can’t help this. I am sure whatever happened today was scripted by GOD to give me lesson even before I plunge into the hugely talked about program.


Jai Shri Ram!

Monday, June 11, 2007

Things I will carry as I leave TCS




Skeletons out of the cup board now :-) and just wanted to share these few things which I learnt at TCS




  • Dream Big - Make a start atleast .. then tread on to that highly impossible path with commitment and intelligence and surely you will get the things done.


when I joined TCS , we used to listen to lofty aims of TCS being in Global top 10 in 2010, and made a fun out of it... 4 years down the line we are almost close and we stil have 3 more years to go.





  • If you find every day as Friday at the office - smell an alarm.


Though fun is integral part of work, never over indulge it ..If you do it dont let your BOSS know it. And working for the amount you are being paid is doing justice to it .If you find most of the people in your team do find week days as an extension of week ends .. it means that either the team is on bench or producing something which doesnt affect/bother hence value much to others.It 's then time to shift to fifth gear and look for other avenues. Keep on Learning. The punch line of TCS had been " a learning organisation " before the "Experience Certainity " one.





  • You CAN make a difference to the organisation and if you can't then don't waste your time- If you are serious in bringing some changes even to mamoth organisation, you still can bring it despite your profile !!


Companies like GE already have laid precedent for it. But at TCS, the glass ceiling still exist in some quarters, the leaders should look into this. The MATC should think of associates as human rather than im-mobile entities, who are supposed to be tied to one project/ place and not given the freedom to choose the project or place(TCS boasts of offices in all major cities of India) they want to be.





  • Do something for society . We owe a lot to society and nature . I liked TCS mostly for I was proud to say I was from TCS than saying I am from Infosys or IBM since TCS has done a lot for the society and done it in a hush - hush manner.


Be it "Maitree" or "CSR" activities, I enjoyed teaching at a blind school and doing my bit for tigers which face the threat of being wiped out from the Indian map.





  • Make LOVE not WAR. This principle holds good at bed room and board room.


I will miss TCS because I got so much love in here and made sweet relationship.



This list is just a glimpse of what all I learnt and want to carry from TCS. 3 and 1/2 years is pretty long time.. and I see a different personality in the mirror from what it was when I was at college.



Thanks TCS for every thing ..





Last day in TCS







Today is the day I had been waiting for when I joined in and when i was pushed to corner by heartless tormentors, who sucked dry my confidence at the slightest chance of it.

But as I leave the orgaisation, it pains me some where to be minus those wonderful friends I made at office and the liberty to play pranks as if we still belonged to an era of college.

I will miss TCS and NORTEL .. but life has to go on and so I am moving forward to jump start my career.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Dubito ergo cogito; cogito ergo sum(I doubt, therefore I think; I think therefore I am)


I have been a huge fan of Hinduism not because I was born Hindu, but as I grew up, I realized that I was blessed to be a part of that ocean of knowledge, which has been promoting exercise of intellect for centuries, which has not only been providing solace to some one lost in the dilemma of “Karma” versus “Maya” but shaping up the world and allowing peaceful existence with others but most importantly ruling yet not dominating the world. Buddhism is of course the brain child of a Hindu prince, who is even considered to be an incarnation of Lord Vishnu, and all the intelligence that Western world seems to derive from the Buddhist monks in China or Japan, owe it to the scriptures mostly unwritten but hugely understood, here in India.

But I am not fighting for Hindu Dominance at this stage. The world is already divided in this issue. And I would be more of a villain in my pseudo secular country, if I say that half (read most) of the world’s problem is due to one FORCE (not religion) which is nascent (compare a 1000 years with something which has no beginning), was born in caves of Arabia, in a mind which was certainly thinking more about spreading their belief with sword rather than convincing the lost ones and which sees nothing beyond hijacking free will, belief and thought. But at this point, I don’t have the intention of bleeding and insulting the myopic “intellectuals” and “The Indian media”, which vehemently aids this FORCE, even if that means playing with national and social security.

I was talking about lots of sense (I am not using the word Science here since Science would be too low word for It.) in the belief of Hinduism. I was particularly attracted by the essentiality of knowledge of GOD, SOUL and COSMOS, preached in Hinduism and the hunger to know more on these has what actually propelled me to question and find answers for lots of things which till date remain unexplained and make mockery of human evolution and development.

Time and again I cross roads with knowing more about the science of “Bio Space” or “Bio –Parallel World” and you might not find this word in dictionary yet, coz the English world still needs to learn a lot from us –The Indians.

To me, science mostly Western Science (who are skeptic on labeling Ayurveda as Science), has done little on knowing the world within and world outside. Forget the very basic question of human existence; let’s question how the world was formed? The concept of BIG BANG is just waiting to be dumped like “Aristotelian theory of gravity” or “Flat Earth Theory”.

To know how BIG BANG is challenged read this article from their very own Scientific American:
http://www.sciam.com/article.cfm?chanID=sa006&colID=1&articleID=0009F0CA-C523-1213-852383414B7F0147

There can be no denying fact that Trillions of dollars spent on robots and Space vehicles though have done commendable job have not done enough to answer other popular questions. One screaming among them is “Are we alone in the universe? “. But I want to stretch this question a little more and ask “Are we real? “or “Are we programmed? And being ruled by some other force which we might have not comprehended”, as depicted in the highly popular movie – The Matrix (Read Hinduism reloaded).

I would like to approach this issue with my limited knowledge (being fully aware that much of my views would need correction in some stage. But nonetheless let’s try to make a bold attempt to know the unknown.) by asking some set of sub –questions
a) Why do I think Aliens exist?
b) Why do I think they are more advanced than us?
Why do you think they are already watching us?
c) And why the possibility that they are ruling us, seems not so strange?

A) Why do I think we are not alone in universe or Do Aliens Exist?
These are two similar sounding questions but lot different.

According to Ecology: the definition of alien is (adj.): An organism, especially a plant or animal that occurs in or is naturalized in a region to which it is not native. By this logic, we still have aliens in the ocean floor – a lot of them in ionosphere and may be in the moon surface or mars.
We have to just start discovering them with more powerful sensors and intelligence.

Are we alone in universe? Actually might mean looking beyond the world we inhabit (and presently leading it to point of incorrigible destruction.). My reasons to believe aliens exist are as follows
1. If life developed on Earth because of Water – then by that logic since water has been discovered in unimaginable volumes in interstellar space we might chance to see life developing or life flourishing some where in our own milky way. Even Mars and Moon have water in large volumes.

2.The ruins of Pyramid, the scientific advancement mentioned for lost world of Atlantis, Peruvian civilization and engineering marvels from past - support the view that aliens earlier had visited us when human civilization was in cradles and built these trophies for us.

3.The last but most important reason is Drake’s Equation which is very genuine. Out of the limitless space and trillions of galaxies spread, does Earth seem to be the only one planet where life would exist when parallelism is so much apparent in the universe? Also If splitting of stars into planets and sub planets could lead to formation of Earth then life is being generated in some light years right now.

B) Why do I think they are more advanced than us?

1. Simply, because we have stories or facts which state that UFO’s have reached us and we still haven’t been knocking at their doors.

2. And do you know there is lesser known fact that Armstrong and Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin sensed aliens watching them when they landed on moon. Read this:
http://www.ufocasebook.com/moon.html



3. For a nanosecond assume that we are not alone in the universe. How long did we take to reach space and human cloning after invention of computers? Hardly a decade, isn’t it?
Imagine if Parallel world exist or some world which has races more intelligent than us or which were formed before us. They would have taken the same amount of time. In gist they might be in a platform much more advanced than us.

The Question of why we haven’t met them is yet another different topic which I might pick up some days later (I am on process of reading about the WOW signal and Issac Asimov.)
http://www.daviddarling.info/encyclopedia/E/extraterrestrial_intelligence.html

Now we come to final Question
C) Are we real or just part of the program being run by other entities which see our brains as we see the Pentium or AMD processors running our computers?

My reasons:

1. If sense is what we see, hear and touch then they could be stimulated by computers, so what we see, hear, talk and feel might have been because of bio chemical interactions or Artificial intelligence, programmed behavior or interaction of all these fields.

2. There is no science which cold refute the logic that we are not real.

3. Some unexplained behaviors like Ghost limbs, déjà vu or being driven by unexplained power which our minds still can’t comprehend.

And yeah while writing this very document, my computer got restarted automatically and then when I tried again the windows were not responding, then again some later I got a call from wrong number, which proves that I am not being that paranoid and the agents want this article to be censored. But something in me is what they can never command and that is my conscience which also moulds the thought process, for thoughts are always born free and will be unfetterd unless you want them to be otherwise. Oh, how true was Rene Desecrates - “I think therefore I am”.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Some interesting facts !!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~DID YOU KNOW~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One of the reasons marijuana is illegal today because cotton growers in the 30s lobbied against hemp farmers-they saw it as competition. Itis not chemically addictive as is nicotine, alcohol, or caffeine.

=========================GRAFITTI ===============================

  • People have one thing in common: they are all different.
  • A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing youwith company
  • I either want less corruption, or more chances to participate in it.
  • Flattery is hearing from others the things you have already thoughtabout yourself.
  • The probability of someone watching you is proportional to thestupidity of your action.

==========================FUNNY quotes FROM famous===============================

  • "Traditionally, most of Australia's imports come from overseas."-- Keppel Enderbery
  • "If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure."-- former U.S.. President Bill Clinton,
  • "The word "genius" isn't applicable in football. A genius is a guylike Norman Einstein."-- Joe Theisman, NFL football quarterback & sports analyst.
  • "I love California. I practically grew up in Phoenix."-- former U.S. Vice President Dan Quayle
  • "It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's theimpurities in our air and water that are doing it."-- former U.S. Vice President Al Gore
  • "Outside of the killings, Washington has one of the lowest crime ratesin the country,"-- Marion Barry, Mayor of Washington, D.C.
  • "Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important part ofyour life,"-- Brooke Shields, during an interview to become Spokesperson for theFederal Anti-smoking Campaign.

=========================MANAGEMENT LESSONS===============================

Lesson Number One

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?" The crow answered "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. Management Lesson: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

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Lesson Number Two

A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love tobe able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but Ihaven't got the energy.""Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fortnight, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree. Management Lesson: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

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Lesson Number Three

When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The Brain said, "I should be Boss because I control the whole body's responses and functions." The feet said, "We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go." The hands said, "We should be Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money." And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the Feet twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that asshole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shit! Management Lesson: You don't need brains to be a Boss - any asshole will do.

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Lesson Number Four

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold, the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the f rozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy and soon began to sing for joy.A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung and promptly dug him out and ate him! Management Lessons: 1) Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy. 2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend. 3) And when you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!

====================Some more Ramblings ============================

I became a professional fisherman, but discovered that I couldn't live on my net incomeI found being an electrician interesting, but the work was shockingI got a job as a historian but I realized there was no future in itI studied a long time to become a doctor, but I didn't have the patientsMy first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned because I couldn't concentrateI worked in a muffler factory but that was exhaustingI worked in the woods as a lumberjack, but I just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axI was a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it. It was a so-so job

==================English is a funny language ===========================

There is no egg in eggplant or ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple...Is cheese the plural of choose?If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?In what language do people recite at a play, and play at a recital?Ship by truck, and send cargo by ship?Have noses that run and feet that smell?Park on driveways and drive on parkways? Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce, and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2 meese?One index, two indices? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?When a house burns up, it burns down. You fill in a form by filling it out, and an alarm clock goes off by going on.When the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it?.English muffins were not invented in England or French fries in France. How can 'slim chance and a fat chance' be the same, while ' wise man and a wise guy' are opposites?

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

buttter-pun ke din


Acutely observed and rendered with insight and biting wit, Butter Chicken in Ludhiana is a contemporary classic


A little over a decade ago, Pankaj Mishra travelled through the small towns of India and found they had shed their sleepy, half-apologetic air; brash and ostentatious, kitschy and clamorous, here was an India in transition. A convent-educated young woman from Jhansi aspiring to be a beauty queen; a rich young man in Gujarat speaking casually of murdering Muslims; Naxalites in Bihar trying to foment revolution; small shopkeepers planning a vacation in London ---

Mishra captured, with irony and humour, a people rushing headlong to their tryst with modernity. 'Butter Chicken in Ludhiana is a marvellous travel book about small-town India, where the village and the city, the folk and the kitsch, and the comic and the violent threaten to converge' Ashis Nandy ‘A love-letter to the real republic. No other book defines as clearly, and with such troubled irony, our last decade of change’ Amitava Kumar

Book DetailsPublication Date 19/01/2007 ISBN 9780330444125 Dimensions 197mm x 130mm Weight 0.291 kg Pages 320
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About Pankaj Mishra
Pankaj Mishra was born in North India, and currently works at TCS. The author likes to spend his leisure time in the loo listening to natural sounds.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

I rap - My first fully faltoo rap

Yeah Sweetie; my love failed me
Yeah sweetie; you failed me,

And as I say these words with smile in my face
Heart knows I cant dare to look at the mirror, see the devastated face.
but why bother on it again

cos nothing can bring back those moments again
I loved and cared to see you smile
but you were more bothered on else that while

Yeah sweetie; my love failed me
(Ohh yeah Ohhh yeah )
Yeah sweetie; you failed me
(Ohh yeah;Ohhh yeah )
there was time when nothing else seemed better than you ;
why and what for I was thinking like that I had no clue.
The world seemed so small and sweet;
but I didnt knew I was being fooled and was heading to defeat;

Yeah sweetie; my love failed me
(Ohh yeah Ohhh yeah)
Yeah sweetie; you failed me
(ohh yeah Ohh yeah)

But now that you stabbed me thru
and shrugged me to bleed thru and thru
and as i lay dying for that sweet hand to reach me
I realised what undeserving love has preached me

Yeah sweetie; its you who has failed
(Ohhh yeah Ohh yeah )
Yeah sweetie; its you who has stumbled
and though you bled me and shunned me I could see for sure that you know you who now has failed(ohh yeah Ohh yeeah )

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Mumblings to myself

Blue skies above and I want nothing else to trasport me from this world to my thought land. There are times when one needs to look or rather stare at limitless entities to reflect upon themselves. Lost in myself at unearthly hours ( 3 AM), staring blankly at the landascape of mumbai, I had been thinking ( which is rather rare ) over the regular doses of intoxication that where I have gone ? Flashbacking those memory lanes where I started treading as a toddler to the young man, I am now. Miles to go ahead and have to run at an urgent pace, this very thought sends shivers down my spine. Are we living ? or are we consuming ourselves so that we leave no time for ourselves and have no existence when the light in us goes off.
Have we got time to ponder on the questions which are so simple yet complex. who am I ? Am I sounding more like those boring monks? Possibly yes and may be am bit reluctant to accept the fact that some thing still is ****** in me.Connection with ulitmate truth is avoidable some times but not when you are left alone and forced to do thinking.The world crushes some one who deviates from the customs and it is hard to resign to that fate.Resignation is not the answer and it is the tumultous time that most of the time, one remembers when looking back.Events till now though uninspiring havent really affected me or my emotional( why I m saying this ? )sphere, but yeah it has time and again sparked and intruded thoughts into my rationale.I surely want to end this right away coz the more I spend time with myself, the more frightening I become of me.But some day they both have to sit together and decide who is the one that should listen and who is the one that should do the talking.Some day one of these guys has to stand up and declare " I was so wrong and you were so right".Its called SPLIT WITHIN and I know this could be controlled but not always. Till I meet this phase again, Good bye and Take care.