Interesting conversation - rooted in economic theory

This is an email I received today. It is about an apparently true conversation that took place on a social networking website:

What am I doing wrong?


Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy.
I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board?
Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock.
250,000 won't get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me
specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms
-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings
-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who havenothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys.
I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village.
What's the story there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, Investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm
being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys
if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.


And then the reply:


Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought
Meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I
am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your
depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!
So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather
lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If
my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about
efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and
spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way. Classic "pump and dump." I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.

Nostalgia

My 5 secs of fame (bright red striped t-shirt) - always with my back to the camera though :-(!!
For those who are not from IIMB, apologies for posting something very topical!
For those who don't visit the class of 2004 blog, FYI -

Flinched

Saw this on Gullu's blog and liked it enough to flinch it (but not without acknowledgement :-) As they say, there is a fine line between inspiration and imitation...

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

- Edgar Alan Poe

Service

I've realised something recently that gives me patriotic joy - the Indian hospitality industry is far more advanced than our western counterparts.

During my work at my previous job, I would often stay in hotels in different cities in India. Though expensive and tough to book into, the quality of service, food, promptness of staff were all exemplary. The Taj, Oberoi and even ITC Welcomgroup chain of hotels all met this quality bar nicely.

Contrast that to my recent experiences. In Phuket, I lived at the Hilton. Nice rooms and great views, but once when I was ravenously hungry and ordered some food and tea, the room service manager refused to serve anything, saying that they were short of staff!! After some cajoling, she finally agreed to send something after 60 minutes, and after 120 minutes of waiting, I was almost eating the pillows!! This was not a one-off during the week that I was there.

Similarly, the Marriott in London has got a great location, but the service leaves much to be desired. For one, it is devilishly expensive. But we can let that pass. After having my clothes misplaced, and after not getting a wireless broadband signal inspite of paying a bomb for it, I have formed a pretty unflattering view of the place. And the gym they have is a joke!

I've had not too great experiences with the Westin in Sydney, the Millennium in London too. But the Taj in Mauritius was awesome. The Indian connection? A lot of my European colleagues who have been to India and stayed at hotels there hold similar opinions.

I think its time for Indian Hotels, ITC, Asian Hotels and their ilk to go out and conquer the world. Maybe I should buy their stocks in anticipation!!

London

I've been in London for about a week now, and it is delightfully European! With the benefit of the English language as a bonus!! :-) (though to be absolutely honest I still need to get used to the strong accents here).


London must definitely count as one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Very old world and graceful in its architecture, no buildings over 3 storeys tall and greenery everyewhere, the city is ideal for walking about. And it is also the home of capital and enterprise - every pretty house I see has a discreet nameplate in front - xyz Capital or abc Partners. Hedge funds and capital pools abound in plenty. Not very surprising, given that the English were the original bankers to the world (or was it the Swiss? - I suspect it was the English, and the Swiss got their fame for being discreet)

London is frightfully expensive. And not expensive when compared to India, it is expensive when compared to Tokyo, or mainland Europe. A modest meal would set one back by an average of GBP25, and lodging is just plain unaffordable (my colleague here pays about GBP2,000 per month for a 500 sq ft apartment in a not-so-central locality)!! And when I venture into the big shopping places on Oxford Street, I usually marvel at the fact that anyone is buying anything at all at these rates!

London is also distinctly English! Understated, solid and polite to a fault! More conservative than the Europeans (no topless sunbathing in public parks in London!!), and much more cosmopolitan. The last week, I've feasted on Japanese, Lebanese, Italian, Indian, American and English food (the last could perhaps be an oxymoron - fish and chips is what I'm alluding to :-)
Though surprisingly, I haven't found any English ale or beer easily available - most alcohol is the standard European / global stuff. The office I work in has only a couple of Brits - the others are all German / Dutch / American / other Europeans.

The best part about this time of the year in London is the fact that it is daylight from very early morning to about 9:30pm. Getting out of office at eight is such a pleasure, because it seems to be afternoon still! Speaking of which, Londoners are also full of the same work ethic as Americans - very little chatting or socialising in office. No one breaks for much, and even lunch is a hurried affair - usually take-out food eaten on the desk.

One other oddity I noticed is the English fascination with lions. Surprising, given that the UK didn't have any of its own! All public places, sculptures, coats of arms MUST have a couple of fierce lions! And one of the most famous kings of England was Richard the Lionheart!
Speaking of oddities, I must mention here the Brit cab. It looks quite weird, unlike any other car I've seen - a bit like an Ambassador, but more like a horse buggy!! The inside though is very spacious and comfortable. I wonder if its manufactured only to be used as a London cab, because I certainly haven't seen the car anywhere else. But then maybe its a bit like the fact that all Fiat cars in India are found running as taxis in Bombay..

Unfortunately I have no photos - my wife is our official photographer, and she is not here with me :-( But then I dont think photos could do justice to this beautiful city.

What did I do right?

I usually track the milage I'm getting from my car quite religiously. The last few weeks I've been driving around quite a lot, and therefore I have been filling up the tank each time. I buy a thousand bucks worth of premium petrol each time (gives around 22 - 22.2 litres).

The milage I got the last 6 times has been (with AC on 100% of the time) -

1. 362 km
2. 368 km
3. 362 km (this was 1k worth of normal petrol, therefore more litres)
4. 182 km (with Rs 500 of petrol)
5. 362 km
6. 398 km!!

I'm wondering what I did right this time!! This was the first time I've used BPCL Speed (mainly to participate in a lucky draw that has a Mauritius trip as prize on petrol fill up of a thousand bucks). Or maybe it has to do with the fact that a divine power wants to compensate me for the fines I've been paying recently.

Now, in my whole driving life, I have never been fined or had any mishaps. I've been told I drive well. And yet in the last 3 weeks, I have paid out to traffic policemen the following amounts -

1. Rs 500 (talking on a mobile phone while driving)
2. Rs 900 (speeding at 71 kmph - the speed limit is apparently 50!!)
3. Rs 600 (damaged number plate - some retard actually got kicks out of scratching out a character from my number plate)

I dont know if its luck or Delhi police in need of funds. Any which way, I'm a more careful driver this week!!

More creativity

Sarayu had this to say:

called vishesh there was a boy
to bother he had a ploy
sent rhymes unbid
distract it did
That alone gave him joy

And in return I said:

Sa-ra-yu
went to the zoo
she saw a lion
who was the scion
of the king of timbuctoo!

Dominic added -
Sa-ra-yu
in a short haikoo
i could envelope
all your develop-
ment needs too

This thing is addicitve :-)

Ridiculous rhymes

Andre's profile on orkut is frequently refreshed with some poetry. This is what he has there currently (among other things):

A man of Chicago named Young,
Who once, when his nerves were unstrung,
Put his mother (unseen)
In the chopping-machine,
And canned her and labelled her "Tongue"

Quite macabre!! But this led me to google for limericks, and here is one collection of truly wacky stuff: http://www.geocities.com/ridiculousrhymes/morelimericks.html

A sample of the stuff on offer:

There was this bizarre young fella
Who had a magic umbrella.
When he went on a plane,
And the engine caught flame,
His umbrella became a propella

I know this strange young lass
Whose body is made of glass.
Whe she stands in a queue
She does not block the view,
But she's still no easier to walk past

I have this friend called "Stink"
Who would wash his brain in the sink.
But the daily routine
Of keeping it clean
Played havoc with his ability to think

I once met a friend of Ned's,
Who had one hundred heads.
For the body to walk,
The heads had to talk
About who had control of the legs

And more risque stuff:

There was a young man from Australia
With incredibly huge genitallia.
He went off to France
For some extra large pants,
And they said "when we get some, we'll mail-ya"

I think I should try my hand at writing some :-)

Getting there... but when?

These days I spend a lot of time driving to and fro Gurgaon. It takes me about 35 minutes to cover a 30km stretch from home to Gurgaon, and then another 40 minutes to get to the office building in Gurgaon (a distance of some 2 kms). And this is no matter what time I leave home (I've tried 30 minute intervals starting 7:30 am to 9am). The reason is quite silly - there is one particular stretch of road which is all broken down and frequently gets waterlogged, stopping all flow of traffic on it.
Another time I was stuck at the airport in Mumbai for over 12 hours, not able to fly out as Indian flights were not leaving due to low visibility, and not able to leave the airport because the access road was totally under water and no vehicle could pass (this was quite an experience and probably deserves a blog post of its own!!)
I do feel quite often that infrastructure in Delhi has improved by leaps and bounds. Travelling on the newly done up NH8 is quite a pleasure! But even this 8 lane expressway gets bottlenecked each morning and evening, due to a very very silly reason - a couple of toll gates bang at the mouth of the expressway(operated manually, and with no system for disaggregation of commercial vehicles and other vehicles).
I'm quite optimistic about infrastructure in India in general. For example, I find the Metro quite convenient and comfortable to travel in Delhi. I find the new airport terminal for private airlines in Bombay also quite easy to navigate. What I don't get though is the 'last mile' or last detail lapses that skew the experience so much. I wonder why we are poor as a nation in designing systems? I can confidently assert that the average Indian is smarter than the average Japanese, but Japanese systems are far superior to ours. Perhaps it has to do with our education - we learn more theory and less application based stuff (at least that's what I felt all through till I went to IIT).
I'm sure all these niggling lapses will eventually be sorted out. What I'm not sure about is when this will happen? And what can I do to expedite the process??

An amazing adventure - III

Our next mission was to get to the top of Mount Harriet. This was the highest peak in the South Andamans, and also the British summer capital (the Brits certainly knew how to live life!!). We trekked a bit of the distance and were rewarded with a cool wide vista and a cool breeze. We discovered a 16km trekking path through wild jungle at the top, but did not go because we did not have footwear which would protect us from leeches..


After exploring all these interesting places from Port Blair, we set off for Havelock island with great excitement. After a three hour boat ride, we arrived at Havelock. We were quite excited to be there, what with Time magazine naming Beach no. 7 on Havelock as the best beach in Asia and one of the best in the world (though I am quite puzzled at how something so subjective can be ranked...).
Havelock was a real revelation!! Half the island was still uninhabited (unexplored dense jungle). No cell phone signal, no cable tv, no newspaper, no STD phones!! One dirt track (the highway!!), about 200 population, and massive beauty all around.. check out some of the landscapes there. We would usually wake up at five am to catch the sunrise (and mostly missed!!) and would be in bed by eight cos it would be pitch dark by six!!

We rented a couple of bicycles on this idyllic island, and would set off for Beach no. 7 which was 13 km away from our pretty resort!! Believe me, it was not easy (the pictures say it all :-))

Finally I come to the icing on the cake - our scuba dive into a live coral reef. It was scary and majestic at the same time. We were underwater for 63 minutes straight, and I have never been so determined to keep breathing in my life!! My ears hurt, my nose were blocked and my mouth was totally dry from the dry air pumping from the oxygen tank, and yet I was mesmerised by so many different fluoroscent fishes, snakes, corals and plants!! We went down to a depth of 12 meters (which does not seem so much on paper, but is actually damn scary if you happen to look up!!) and thankfully we were able to overcome our fears and panic (the guide later remarked that it was one of the smoothest rookie dives that he had ever undertaken!). My only regret is that all the wonderous stuff I saw at the bottom of the ocean will remain only in my memories...

After two nights in Havelock we returned to Port Blair. The return ship ride was quite rough (a storm brewing and a choppy sea tossing our ship about as if it were made of paper!!). We were quite grateful to get back to land safely, and our enthusiasm for the sea was severly tempered :-) A couple of stiff drinks helped restore nerves, and yet after this we did not venture back to the sea for the duration of our holiday...
As I revisit my bland narrative I find there is so much I have missed - the shells we collected, the elephants we encountered, the ghost house we lived in, the nice time we had solving very hard sudoku puzzles over neat whiskey, the strange ship with underwater first class... there is enough in my memory to populate many posts. Yet that will have to wait for some other time.

An amazing adventure - II

Port Blair, the capital of the Andaman and Nicobar islands, is a small, beautiful and neat town. Hindi is the most commonly spoken language, followed by Bengali and Tamil. The town looks somewhat like this -
Our resort (the Fortune Bay Island resort) had a fantastic view of the bay and North Island.
Port Blair does have basic infrastructure (unlike Havelock, but more on that later) - you do get a cellphone signal sometimes, and typically get yesterday's newspaper.

Post Blair was only our base station. From there, we visited a multitude of different islands. Viper island was the first - it was somewhat macabre, since all it contained were a prison house and a gallows, and especially since it had been devastated completely by the tsunami and had been abandoned since!!

The next island we went to was North Bay. The island is known for its beach where one can snorkel. We took a glass bottomed boat and saw some corals (which were mostly dead, alas!). However, we took off into the forest and were rewarded for our efforts when we came to this massive lighthouse (the same as seen behind the twenty rupee note!). After a rough and tough climb to the top of the lighthouse, we were rewarded with a massively cold and strong breeze, and a view to die for!! Check out the misty mountains in the distance.


Our next stop was at Ross Island. This island is only a small distance away from Port Blair, and was the erstwhile colony of the British army. It was known as the Paris of the East, so beautiful was it. Even now, ruins of the Brit settlement can be seen. The island is currently owned and run by the Indian navy, and has deer and peacocks, in addition to a beautiful melancholy abandoned beach and lonely World War II Japanese bunkers!!

Next came Baratang Island. To reach this distant place, we had to pass through a tribal reserved forest (no pictures are permitted, so we dont have any, though we did manage to see a lot of tribals). The tribals are totally naked, except colorful belts of beads, and are seen with bows and arrows. They looked totally African, with flat noses, very dark complexions and curly hair!

Baratang island is in the middle of a mangrove swamp. The boat ride to the limestone caves was awesome, through dense and thick mangroves!!
The entrance to the limestone cave came after a trek through dense forest which came after the mangroves. Though the cave itself was pitch dark (so no photos!!), we could see massive stalactites and stalagmites being formed before our very eyes.

We encountered some wild fauna en route (check out this sleeping bat from close quarters and this multicolored reptile!!)

After returning from the mangroves, we trudged further uphill on Baratang to view this mud volcano. Though we could see the bubbling mud oozing out, I must confess the damn thing was a bit underwhelming. Somehow when I think volcano I think of huge craters and large seething masses of lava. This was unique, but distinctly timid :-)

More to go in part III...

An amazing adventure - I

First, a trivia question - what do you see on the back of a twenty rupee note?
Answer - this (Check it now!!) Second trivia question - what place is this??
(Easy to guess) answer - North bay, South Andaman islands

Before you go on reading this blogpost, a quick warning. I'm just back from an amazing adventure in the Andamans, and I may suffer from an overdose of enthusiasm as I describe all there is to experience there. Please bear with me!! The second warning is that words may not be able to describe the sheer beauty of the place, therefore I will depend a lot on photographs (this could make it tough to load this page)

The Andaman islands offer a smorgasbord of different ecosystems - emerald blue sea, dense rainforest, mangroves, high altitude mountains, and of course the best beaches in the world. We were lucky to visit in the lean tourist season, so we had the whole place to ourselves! We had planned the trip as an adventure trip, and we surely had quite a few - scuba diving in a live and impossibly colorful coral reef, trekking through dense forest, going deep into a dark limestone cave, seeing a bubbling mud volcano, and cycling, cycling and more cycling!!

First, the origin - the Andaman islands apparently got their name from Handuman (or Hanuman, son of the wind). This is because in the Ramayan, Ram's army of apes had initally planned to launch an attack on Ravan's Lanka from these islands (though it seems to be quite surprising, given that these islands are quite a distance away from the mainland - it takes the same time to get to the Andamans from Chennai by air as it takes to get from Delhi to Chennai!). Hanuman had come to these islands to do a recce, and wisely decided against it!! The islands have been inhabited by aboriginal tribes (a few of which are cannibals!!) since time immemorial, and only when the British decided to set up a penal outpost (sometime at the end of the nineteenth century) here did these islands see civilization. These islands came to be known an 'kaala paani' or 'black water' ever since the dreaded Cellular jail was built to lock up political prisoners.
We travelled a lot by a small boat between these islands, and though the waters are usually friendly and emerald green, they do suddenly become very scary, black and opaque whenever its cloudy!! More recently, the islands were severely affected by a tsunami, and even a eighteen months later, the effects are there to see - uprooted massive trees, waterlogged shops and destroyed flora, ships etc.
But now for the good stuff. To be continued in part II...

Back again

Whew!! Its good to be back again...

Here is a narration of what's been going on in life in the interim -
http://iimbclassof2004.blogspot.com/

More updates in a bit!

Geography

I was trying to figure out what would be a good place for a 2 week vacation (the jury is still out, after having considered Bali and Indonesia, Maldives, Greece and Sri Lanka, I seem to be deciding on good ol' Andaman and Nicobar islands right here in India!), when I tried to recall the places I've been to and what I've liked about them.

As far as I can remember, I have been to 16 countries apart from India (my ambition is to visit 24, then I will call it a day!!) - vis -
Europe: Germany, France, the Netherlands, Austria, Italy, the UK, Belgium (in passing)
Middle East: Kuwait
Asia: China (Hong Kong), Singapore, Japan, Thailand, Bhutan, Malaysia
Australia
Africa: Mauritius

I think the big ones I've missed (and should definitely visit sometime in the next 5 years) would be the US, Switzerland, Indonesia (i.e. Bali), South Africa / Sri Lanka. That leaves me with 4 more countries to be visited. The Caribbean islands would figure on the list, and so would a South American country (maybe Brazil, though my buddy Mahender strongly recommends Peru, which seems too radical to a guy like me). But who knows what spin of dice life may play, so we will see when it actually happens!

But this post was about what I liked in the places I've visited.
Without exception, Europe has the most beautiful places (London is lovely, as is Munich, and Amsterdam is delightfully bohemian - but I think Florence wins hands down). What I really like about European cities is their smallness - you can walk about for a day or two, and you find that you have seen most of the city already. I did not like Paris because it seemed to me to be too big, and I thought Venice was overhyped. In addition to small size, I seem to like old, beautifully architected grand buildings. Cobbled streets are another favourite. Its places like Pisa or Florence or Salzburg that really get me going.

However, when it comes to comfort, I find Asia much more welcoming. Japan is relentlessly efficient and painfully polite. Singapore is too artificial for me. Hong Kong was refreshing. But Thailand is what I loved. It has the right amount of chaos, beauty, commerce and activity to make it very very relaxing.

Australia is also very nice (esp Sydney - the Harbour Bridge walk was amazing, as was the Opera House cruise), but good only for a week's vacation.
Mauritius had possibilities - nice friendly people, laissez faire attitudes, beautiful beaches, unique experiences (i.e. the artificial ship building industry, sugarcane fields) but again possibly would get tedious after a week.

For the Andamans, I'm looking forward to three things - one is a scuba dive (after some half day training course apparently), the other is a visit to tribal forests (the tribes still live in aboriginal times, according to whatever I've been able to read), and the third is an active mud volcano and limestone caves. Added to sights of the 'Kaala Paani' or the jail which had tales of terror from the freedom movement. All doped with days of doing nothing on the beach (beach no. 7 on Havelock island was rated the 2nd best beach in the world by Time magazine - thought it beats me how you can have a definite rating for a subjective thing like this!!)

I hope I get tickets!!

Black and white

Warning: this post is somewhat meandering and ambiguous - I'm writing as I think!!

I was thinking about this question yesterday - do i really prefer black or white? Dark and mysterious or sunny and cheerful? Do I look at people mostly as black or white? The chain of thought led to some interesting digressions.

My initial thought on this was a balanced 'horses for courses' kind of phenomenon (i.e. on particular days / situations, I prefer black, on others white). Most time anyway is spent experiencing a huge big swathe of gray (or is it grey? - never could remember!!). Most movies, popular literature, and life as we know it is full of the golden mean, the ambiguous middle, the 'balanced' path. Therefore it is probably true that in my inner world, I always look at everything from two points of view. Nothing is right or wrong, there are only situations and actions. Everything can be justified from the other point of view.

But as I think about this, I grow uneasy. To say that everything is gray (or grey) is the easiest way out. It enables you to not take sides. But seen deeply, everything which is meaningful has happened because it was for a cause, a belief. Once you admit the supremacy of gray, everything can find an excuse, a reason for inaction, and inertia would reign supreme.

I think the truly successful person, the real virtuoso, the grandmaster strives to break free from the shackles of gray and strive for the pure. Black or white, never gray!! One or the other, never both. Yes or no, never maybe.

This thought completed, I return to the original question - is it white or black for me? I am allured by black. It beckons with power and secrets. But I think deep down I like white. I'm always optimistic, always believe the best of everything. I like summers and sunshine. I believe in good over evil. Definitely white!!

Till yesterday I would have said I like white on some days and black on the other. But today I can say I like white :-)

Anusmaran 2007 in Delhi

This post comes about due to Alam's effort at informing all our batch junta about the happenings in various cities. I was 'volunteered' by him to cover events in Delhi :-)

Last night IIM Bangalore had its annual alumni meet in multiple locations across the globe. The Delhi meet was organized at the Hyatt, and the party rocked quite a bit!
Among the batch of 2004, turnout was fairly good (certainly much better than last year). I remember seeing Uncle Sarovar (after a long hiatus), Nishant Kashyap, Mayank the sailor, Pranjal, Sameer Mahandru (still living his role of President as he handed out his card which said Managing Director, Indospirits) and Budddy. Drinks flowed freely and the food was quite good (actually I dont know for sure, all I know is that the salmon rolls were yummy!!)

Although a lot (most?) of the faces were new (I felt positively an old fogey as I saw people with badges saying batch of 2008), it was good to catch up with familiar faces from 2003 and 2005. Prof. Rajeev Gowda spoke at length about the good things happening at IIMB. Among other things, i was pretty impressed to learn that Harshdeep Jolly had written a novel on life at the IIMs (the book was on display at the venue), Sameer Mahandru is going great guns in his business of alcohol distribution (his firm had supplied the drinks for the party), Vineet Khunger is experimenting with a multi cuisine restaurant and everyone else was well settled in their 3rd or 4th jobs since campus.

The party blazed into life once the dance music started playing, with the old regulars (Rajeev Chaba, the India head of General Motors and a lot of people from his batch) hitting the dance floor with gusto along with the more recent folk (most notably a stunning looking Pooja from the batch of 2003). The party however thinned out pretty early, with most people gone around the time of the witching hour.

When it was time to leave, I omitted to carry back a plaque that declared that I had attended the alumni meet. However, it was good to have caught up with everyone (most after a year), and renewed and refreshed everyone's numbers in my phone book.

The silver lining - link repaired

Life sometimes hands us a lemon. Only a few of us, however, are able to make lemonade out of it. This was the thought that came to my mind when I saw the following link:

Alam's time on national tv

Lage raho, Alam bhai!!

Monday morning

I write this on a dreary Monday morning. There is plenty of work to be done, but little enthusiam for it. The week stretches out long and onerous ahead, and five days look like eternity. Monday mornings often do this to me.

Interestingly, the 5 day week is a relatively recent phenomenon. Not too long ago, it was usual for people to go to office 6 days of the week. I wonder how people would stand Mondays then!! The history of the short work week is a violent one. Organized labour in countries like Britain, Australia, the US and Europe had to struggle long and hard for limiting the legal work day to 10 hours. Robert Owen (a Welsh socialist and social reformer), first proposed the 8 hour workday way back in 1817 (God bless his soul!!). He coined the slogan Eight hours labour, Eight hours recreation, Eight hours rest. Due to his efforts, the working day came down to 12 hours, then 10 hours in different countries one at a time. However the idea took time to mature.

At its convention in Chicago in 1884, the Federation of Organized Trades and Labor Unions resolved that "eight hours shall constitute a legal day's labour from and after May 1, 1886, and that we recommend to labour organizations throughout this jurisdiction that they so direct their laws as to conform to this resolution by the time named."

There was a massive parade of 80,000 workers in Chicago on May 1, 1886, what is regarded as the first-ever modern May Day Parade, in support of the eight-hour day. In the next few days they were joined nationwide by 350,000 workers who went on strike at 1,200 factories, including 70,000 in Chicago, 45,000 in New York, 32,000 in Cincinnati, and additional thousands in other cities. Some workers gained shorter hours (eight or nine) with no reduction in pay; others accepted pay cuts with the reduction in hours.

The real impetus came, not surprisingly, from market forces and the father of capitalism.On January 5, 1914, the Ford Motor Company took the radical step of doubling pay to $5 a day, and cut shifts from nine hours to an eight hour day, moves that were not popular with rival companies, although seeing the increase in Ford's productivity, most soon followed suit.

France, of course, took the lead in legislating 35 hour work weeks, ironically enough, not out of any altruistic motives, but as a means to combat unemployment!! Most European countries have 40 hour work weeks, while the US has usually 50 hour work weeks. Of course, we in India have 65-70 hour work weeks on average (outside of Government service).

I hope this changes soon, and we move to 35 hour work weeks like our French brethren! For now, of course, this looks like a pipe dream. I'll settle with getting through Monday mornings :-(

Note: italicized portions of the post are courtesy Wikipedia

Flash of insight

The last word has not been said on the war of the cities. Although I make no secret of my preference for Delhi over Bombay, I think I've been successful in becoming friends with Mumbai. We understand each other better now :-)

I've been spending a lot of time recently in Mumbai. Although I live (at someone else's expense!) in the tony southermost part of the city, I have been travelling a lot by local train and autorickshaw, visiting the suburbs. On one of the local train journeys, hanging on to a thin pole (my only anchor against approximately 5000 people who seemed to want to push me off the running train), trying not to breathe in the stench from the tracks, and longing for a sight of land that was not covered in garbage, I finally had the eureka moment.

Mumbai is loved because it is the city of dreams. Survival in this great city requires you to rise above the mundane parts of life. The garbage, stench, crowds, heat and dust - all are mere trifles that necessarily must be overcome if one is to stay sane. An escape from reality becomes a must, and what better escape from reality than through dreams. I have not met many people local to this city who do not dream of great rewards or accomplishments for their toil. And the city of such beautiful dreams necessarily needs to be beautiful.

Mumbai's greatness lies in the fact that dreams could actually come true here. It is a truly green city - only the green is not provided by mother nature, but by the great god Mammon!!

I dont love Mumbai any more than I did before, but I think we understand each other better now :-)

The Good German

I almost missed this gem!!

Even though today is a working day, I went out to watch 'The Good German' in the multiplex close by. The two hours it took away from my day were repaid in ample measure by this searing movie set in 1945 in Berlin.

The movie is in black and white, and stars George Clooney, Tobey Maguire and Cate Blanchett, and is the fifth Steven Soderbergh movie I've seen (Traffic, Syriana, Ocean's Eleven, Ocean's Twelve being the other ones). Apart from Ocean's Twelve, which was so-so, all the others have been brilliant movies.

The movie is set in post-war Berlin, and is a tale of murder, intrigue and mystery. It is Hitchcock-like in its use of frames without dialogue, and background scores which heighten the tempo. Most of all, it is a movie that makes one realize the horror of war and the depths to which human kind can plummet.

Like Traffic and Syriana, this movie also takes 15 minutes after the movie has ended to figure out, and once you do, it stays with you for very long!!

For reviews, visit this http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/good_german/

Bheja Fry

I saw this movie recently, and only the magical sight of the sun setting into a calm ocean could get me to recover from the impact. But first, the context -

I had heard great things about this movie from a dear buddy, who confidently expressed great approval of the plot. Therefore I stood in line for a significant time on Sunday afternoon, and actually gloated when I managed to procure the last ticket in the house - a front row seat about two feet away from the screen.

My enthusiasm waned a bit when I entered the movie hall and saw the seat I had got. Anyway, being a philosopher, I accepted it as fate and settled down to enjoy the movie. With every additional tortuous idiocy from the main character, my neck got more and more sore. At one point in time, I felt the distinct need to shake the main characters by their lapels and ask them to PLEASE get some sense.

I came away from the movie strangely irritated, although I think other people in the movie hall enjoyed the shenanigans of a half-wit idiot and the weird cast of characters. Thinking back, I think what got to me was the complete lack of reality in the movie - such incidents could never happen in real life. Though the acting was good (I particularly liked Ranvir Shorey's cameo), the story and the treatment left me very very cold.

All in all, a complete bheja-frying experience!!

The dome

I have not updated my blog in a long time, primarily because I have been in Mumbai for a couple of weeks and have been doing the usual office-hotel-office routine that leaves such little time for creativity. However, there is one good thing that I have experienced during my stay here which is worth a mention.

And that is the Dome. The dome is a rooftop open air bar at the Intercontinental Hotel, overlooking Marine Drive. Nice seating, a pleasant breeze and nice drinks characterize this hang out. I was at the dome on a leisurely Sunday evening, and the sight of the sun setting into the sea was extraordinarily beautiful. The skyline in the distance and the absence of the normal road noises made the moment quite magical (though I'm sure the large quantities of vodka I had imbibed also helped).

Although I've heard that the food is not great, it is a must-visit, if you need to surround yourself in beauty and contemplate the meaning of life, the universe and everything!
I think I will visit again this week...

Snorkelling

I am recently back from a vacation in Phuket. I absolutely loved it :-) Apart from the usual vacation type things (beach-bumming, speed boating, getting drunk, getting more drunk, canoeing, getting tanned, getting drunk yet again, gorging on seafood, making a fool of myself on the ramp), I had a new experience - snorkelling. Alas, I dont have any pictures to share. So I shall have to remain content trying to describe the experience.

Snorkelling is essentially scuba diving without the scuba gear and without the diving :-) You put a really tight mask around your eyes and nose, and bite into a clamp which lets you breathe only with your mouth. Then you go underwater, floating just under the surface of the sea. And if you are anywhere near the coral reefs near Rang Yai near Phuket, you try to get used to all the fish ramming into your eyes, hands and body :-)

The fish are truly spectacular - shiny and multiple colored. The sea floor is invisible - its covered with coral. The water is cool and mighty. Strange patterns, shapes and forms become suddenly visible. You realize the fragility of your breathing. You try to get used to the strange wheezing sound that signifies your breath. And you wonder at your insignificance and loneliness in this wondrous world. The sea is lovely, dark and deep. It is at once dignified and dangerous, unfamiliar and friendly, ever changing and always the same.

I would LOVE to go snorkelling again :-)

How I got my blog back

I just had a terrible last thirty minutes. Apparently big boy Google has done some skullduggery with my modest blog, and moved it to some new version or some such. Now usually I set cookies so that I can login to blogger and start posting right away. Because of this version shift, I was asked to login to blogger, and when I did so with my google account, it logged in nice and proper, but I could not see my blog!! In other words, Nothing Spectacular was frozen in time for ever, never to be updated!!!
Now I'm usually quite casual in updating my blog, and have never afforded it any kind of importance. But once I realized that I had lost it, I was frantic!! I felt unheard and invisible. My identity had vanished!! (I may be hyperventilating a bit here, but I really was quite upset).
Various help queries and a million links later, I was struck by one stray thought, which led me to check on some old file where I usually store my myraid usernames. A quick check, and I realized the goof up that I was making, so finally I got my blog back... Yippee :-)

This has a few lessons for me (in random order):

1. Backup, backup, backup - usernames, passwords, posts, everything
2. Google really does hold a lot of power over my life (and its surely and steadily increasing)
3. No man is an island - I realize I've begun to covet my blog!!
4. You realize the value of something only once you lose it
5. All's well that ends well :-)

hazaaron khwaishen aisi

I saw this movie recently, and was quite struck by it. Starring Chitrangada Singh, KK Menon and Shiney Ahuja, and directed by Sudhir Mishra, the movie packs quite a punch and is not easy to forget.
The movie tells the story of three college friends - the privileged guy who can afford to care for society and his dream of the Marxist revolution, the pretty girl who will follow him anywhere, and the smart wheeler dealer who is in love with the girl.
The movie follows their story over a decade, and ends on a tragic, and yet ironically twisted note. Wont reveal too much because would like you to see it for yourself.

Yet what struck me in the movie was the passion that each character displays. They do anything to uphold what is dear to them. Somehow, I dont find this passion in too many people around me today.
Is it a function of the times - were the 70s a time of nation building and taking sides? Or is it to do with the fact that its fiction and therefore needs to be made interesting? Anyway, I came away from the movie quite inspired to believe in a cause - feel a passion - and not give it up in the face of the most tremendous odds!
May this feeling thrive!!

Marketing ploy

I usually get a lot of discount coupons sent to me by random retailers. Citibank sends me something each month. So does Shopper's Stop. Mostly these discount coupons are structured to make me spend money in the hope of getting discounts. However, Wills Lifestyle has this habit of sending gift vouchers (not discount coupons). It was always quite puzzling for me - why would they give away stuff? Today I found out the answer.

I had been sent 2 gift vouchers (for Rs 500 each). One was for the clothing range and the other for the cosmetics brand at Wills Lifestyle stores. The vouchers were due to expire in less than a week, and since I was in the vicinity of a store at a time when I remembered those vouchers, I jumped right in!

And then it struck me - the cosmetics range has NOTHING which is less than Rs. 650 (except soap, but very very fine print on the voucher exclaims in confusing legalese that the offer is not valid on 'bathing bars'). Similarly, the clothing range has NOTHING less than Rs 700 (even a plain T Shirt which would cost Rs 200 at Westside costs close to 4x the amount here). I walked out of the store with socks!! and an unused voucher from the cosmetics range.

However, I did like the Rs 650 deodorant, and I think I will go buy it tomorrow. Thus Wills Lifestyle has been successful in making me spend Rs 150 through its one grand worth of gift vouchers. I'm not sure if I wouldn't be happier without the vouchers, though!!

Media rules

Usually when I'm suffering from fever, my mind keeps buzzing with random thoughts and this usually makes it difficult to concentrate on any one thing. Even with slight fever, I had two thoughts today with some kind of business potential - one is actually an old idea, but I tried to put some thought behind it to see how far I could go with it. Interestingly enough, the idea deals with media and how it can be leveraged. I also bounced it off a good friend, and found some support there.

To cut a long story short, the idea is quite simple - it is essentially an advertising revenue driven business model, with low cost outsourced operations. The initial investment required is actually not too much, but the business would not scale rapidly. It would require significant time investment, and I'm sure it is not unique in any way. But I take heart from the fact that most businesses are about execution anyway. I'm excited enough to undertake some rough market research, but I would like to have a proof of concept ready to gauge authentic reactions. I hope I can sustain enthusiasm long enough to make something out of this!!

The other idea I had is still to be fully baked - it is a sub plot in the storyline of my magnum opus :-). Actually I'm not sure if the magnum opus should be a big fat novel or a nice collection of short stories. Certainly the latter is lower effort. But its too early to speak about that!

Today was also the day my friend (and freelance writer) Shraman inspired me to take a crack at a cool idea. This one, I suspect, would be very satisfying creatively, but not so rewarding monetarily.

To sum up, I've got three damn good ideas. Now I need to GET MOVING.

Decidedly funereal

The Namesake is a very popular (and well made) movie playing at theatres these days. It is based on Jhumpa Lahiri's novel of the same name, and stars Kal Penn, Irrfan Khan and Tabu. But this post is not about the Namesake. Rather this is a bland summary of Nikolai Gogol's 'The Overcoat', which is the central motif of 'The Namesake'. Thanks to wikipedia for the content.

I must confess, though, that this summary leaves me quite cold and that I would NEVER want to read this mad genius's works. Its too dark and foreboding for me! But I will let you decide for yourself -

The story centers on the life and death of Akakii Akakievich, an impoverished government clerk and copyist in the Russian capital of St. Petersburg. Akakii is dedicated to his job, taking special relish in the hand-copying of documents, though little recognized in his department for his hard work. Instead, the younger clerks tease him and attempt to distract him whenever they can. His threadbare overcoat is often the butt of their jokes. Akakii decides it is necessary to have the coat repaired, so he takes it to his tailor, Petrovich, who declares the coat irreparable, telling Akakii he must buy a new overcoat.
The cost of a new overcoat is beyond Akakii's meagre salary, so he forces himself to live within a strict budget to save sufficient money to buy the new overcoat. Meantime, he and Petrovich frequently meet to discuss the style of the new coat. During that time, Akakii's zeal for copying is replaced with excitement about his new overcoat, to the point that he thinks of little else. Finally, with the addition of an unexpectedly large holiday salary bonus, Akakii has saved enough money to buy a new overcoat.
Akakii and Petrovitch go to the shops in St. Petersberg and pick the finest materials they can afford (beaver fur is unaffordable, but they buy the best cat skin available). The new coat is of impressively good quality and appearance, and is the talk of Akakii's office on the day he arrives wearing it. His clerk superior is host to a party honoring the new overcoat, at which the habitually solitary Akakii is out of place; in the event, Akakii goes home from the party, far later that he normally would. Enroute home, two ruffians confront him, take his coat, kick him down, and leave him unconscious in the snow.
Akakii finds no help with the authorities in recovering his lost overcoat. Finally, on the advice of another clerk in his department, he asks help from a "Very Important Person" (sometimes translated the prominent person, the person of consequence), a high-ranking general. The narrator notes that the general habitually belittles subordinates in attempting to appear more important than he truly is. After keeping Akakii waiting an unnecessarily long time, the general demands of him exactly why he has brought so trivial a matter to him, personally, and not presented it to his secretary (the procedure for separating the VIPerson from the lesser clerks).
Socially inept, Akakii makes an unflattering remark concerning departmental secretaries, provoking so powerful a scolding from the general that he nearly faints and must be led from the general's office. Soon afterwards, Akakii falls sick with fever, likely to die. In his last hours, he is delirious, imagining himself again sitting before the VIP, who is again scolding him. At first, Akakii pleads forgiveness, but as his death nears, he curses the general.
Soon, Akakii's ghost (sometimes translated as "corpse", though Gogol wrote "ghost"--"привидение" in the original text) is reportedly haunting areas of St. Petersburg, taking overcoats from people; the police refusing to approach and stop him. Finally, Akakii's ghost catches up with the VIP — who, since Akakii's death, had felt very guilty over having mistreated him — and takes his overcoat, scaring him severely; satisfied, Akakii is not seen again. The narrator ends his narration with the account of another ghost seen in another part of the city, but that one was larger, muscled, and had a moustache, bearing resemblence to the criminials who had burglered him earlier.

Random analysis

My buddy Alam commented that I was posting much more frequently these days. I decided to test this assertion. Here is a graph showing the distribution of my 66 posts on this blog (including this one). This graph shows (on the columns) the number of posts per month, and (on the line) the average days per post for each month. Clearly, Alam is correct when he says that postings in March are frequent - as can be seen on the RHS y axis, the average post has been occuring every 3.2 days since the inception of this blog, and the March numbers are pretty close to the average. Clearly, September was an aberration, since I posted a flurry of articles in the first romantic blush of blogging. Oct - Dec were normal months, but Jan and Feb really brought down the average (perhaps because I was mentally disturbed? who knows? - interestingly this means that I'm in good mental health in March!!)

What this graph also tells me is that I'm quite inanely (is there such a word?) analytical and should be spending time on better things!!

Errors: Type I and II

Writing about mistakes is not the most positive thing one can do on Monday morning. However, all through this weekend, I have been thinking about the liberal sprinkling of errors that I have made all through my life, and find that they fit a particular pattern.

First, a quick refresher: Type I errors occur when a suitable object is declared defected (i.e. an innocent person is sentenced to jail for some crime, or the rightly coded software is declared buggy). A type II error, on the other hand, occurs when a wrong object is declared suitable (i.e. a defected light bulb is declared fit for sale after testing, or a guilty defendant is declared innocent).

Ideally, one would want to minimize both types of errors, however, it turns out that prevention of these types of errors is mutually exclusive - it cannot be done! Lets take an example - if I was a bank and wanted to make sure that I do not give loans to any potential defaulters (i.e. do not make any type II errors) then the only way of ensuring that would be to not give any loans at all - in which case I would be making TONS of type I errors by declaring perfectly good prospects as unfit for loans.

As I look back, I find that my life has been spent in preventing type II errors - i.e. I usually feel worse at having missed out on rising stocks (i.e. made type II errors) than at having lost money on falling ones (i.e. type I errors). This is contrary to good sense - when I met a friend recently who invests for a living, he told me that their motto was not to make the maximum possible money, but to make money on each deal they did i.e. a conservative approach which ensures that even though you may forgo the best deals (make type II errors), you ensure that you do not do any bad ones (no type I errors).

I agree that making type II errors to ensure you do not make type I errors is risky and sub-optimal. But being congenitally optimistic (and this could be my biggest flaw!!), I feel that it still makes sense to hope for the rainmaking deal, the last-ball six, the perfect answer, even if you lose a few matches or money on the way.

But at the end, its a personal choice!! For more info on error types visit this site.

Too much of a good thing!

I discovered a fascinating thing yesterday - and then promptly tested it out as well to figure out that it is indeed true - that ingesting too much water can intoxicate you!!

In this day and age of experts telling us to drink more and more water, this sounds discordant. Apparently, the human body functions on a balance of water and salts. Drinking too much water disturbs this balance, and causes cells in the kidneys to swell. In extreme cases, when one ingests more than 1.5 quarts of water per hour (that's roughly 2 litres), it could lead to disorientation and even bursting of the brain!!

I actually tried this yesterday - I drank 1.5 litres of water in 15 minutes - and then felt pretty intoxicated for the next 2 hours!! Of course in normal circumstances, none of us would ever need to worry about drinking too much water - can't think of anyone who drinks more than 15 liters of water per day!!

Check out this cool article! if you need more gory detail.

The Board

I write this as I sit unobtrusively in the back of a big bang board meeting of a large company. The board is grilling the management team about their plans going forward. There is discussion around tactics, issues, finances etc. etc. However, all this does not imply anything to me.

What is really exciting about this meeting is POWER. The board has power (and responsibilty, of course) and is using it (judiciously and otherwise). The management team is edgy and jumping to answer questions - doing it rather well, actually. However, there is no doubt about where the power lies.

I seem to keep coming back to this point again and again - and maybe I'm wrong - for true power, you need to be an owner, and not a manager. The game we are all in will give us differing rewards - some will strike it big - CEOs / VPs / Directors etc etc - and some will not strike it so big. But at the end of the day, we will all depend on someone to hand out the prizes.

Is this the best game to be in? Or would a high-stakes, all or nothing kind of game, where you hand out the prizes at the end of the show be better?

Depends on the individual, really. But for me, the thought is sorely tempting!!

Another lost opportunity!

While driving today from Faridabad to Gurgaon, I saw this brightly painted truck with a logo on it proclaiming 'Chatak Chaat' - lokkal Indian. This intrigued me quite a bit.

So when I did a quick google search on this name, I got to know that it is a new (soon to be coming?) fast food chain with outlets in Delhi, Gurgaon and Nodia, with a central kitchen in Faridabad which supplies semi cooked food to the front ends.

Also got to know that the promoters are planning a high end wedding management chain, which would also branch out into beauty health spas and a coutoure lifestyle brand.
Now these are ideas which I thought would be sure fire successes (of course given immaculate execution). But I have not done anything about my bright ideas, and therefore Chatak Chat - India's 'lokkal' food chain - has stolen a march!

Never mind, I'm sure there is plenty of space for more than one player in this market!

Another one from the spymaster

I finished reading John Le Carre’s The Tailor of Panama yesterday. And came away strangely disturbed. Like his earlier books (most notably The Little Drummer Girl, The Perfect Spy and Tinker Tailor Sailor Spy), the story has little to do with spying or glamour, and everything to do with human weaknesses, emotions and thoughts.

The Tailor of Panama is as haunting as they come – an all too real, happy family man, the tailor in question sets off in motion a catastrophic chain of events which devastate him and all those he loves.

In Le Carre’s books, as in real life, there is no good or bad. There are only people – unique, real and with their own strengths and demons – who survive or are swept up by life. So the scheming, lying cheat often gets away to his next victim, while the noble-purposed heroes are left behind salvaging remains of their tragedies.

I have often wondered why I find Le Carre so enchanting. I think the reason is that his heroes are so fallible – one would easily identify with them. So George Smiley – master spy par excellence, is frail, human and has an unhappy marriage. Or Harry Pendel (the eponymous tailor of Panama), a weak and kind liar. The villains, on the other hand – the Israeli agent in the Little Drummer Girl, or the dashing someone (forgotten the name!) of Tinker Tailor Sailor Spy, or even Osnard of the Tailor, are winners in life. Even though the reader wants them to get their comeuppance, it never comes. They just move on to their next scheme. And the strong, solid types (always a few in the background) just go on with their lives, seeing and understanding everything, yet unable to do anything.

All in all, every new Le Carre book reveals more to me about myself. That’s something I can’t say about other authors!!

Holi

...this year was more like the traditional holi of yore. Last year at this time I was stuck in Bombay and was busy with work, so this year the festival came as a pleasant experience.

Nothing spectacular happened, though. I was fortunate to be applied only with dry color (I'm not a great fan of getting all soaked) and everything would have been fine had i not chanced to partake of some bhang-laden thandai. A lot from my family also indulged in the same, but as far as I know, it had effect only on me! I went to sleep at 5:30 pm right after the festivities, and woke up next morning, a solid 14 hours later!!

Not a pleasant sensation at all!! A bit like Rip van Winkle, actually

News time

I was recently, thanks to my buddy Dominic, inside a news channel's studio. Quite an eye opening experience for me. While I had expected a staid, serious and huge place, I actually found a young, vibrant, dynamic hole-in-the wall (figuratively speaking, of course!) and apparent mayhem ruled the roost.

A studio is made up of 3 different sections - there is the ingress room (a place where reporters file all their video reports and where graphics designers make up cool graphs, designs, charts etc), the processing section - where a) someone writes up a script while watching the uncut report b) another person decided on the layout of the video and the graphics c) yet another matches the voiceover to the video d) a whole host of people edit the news item. Finally there is the airtime room, which is connected to live feeds from the studio (panel discussions, commentaries, VJs etc, as well as all to the edited items from the processing section). Incidently this is also the area where the commercials are scheduled in between the news items.

The studio(s) is actually one room with barely standing space for 3 people. Pretty anchors, eminent experts, news anchors are all shot there (on camera!) on a black background. After that the editors in the processing room put these people in front of whatever the appropriate background would be, and voila! you have a wonderful ring-side view of the action.

But what I really admire about the place is the order in seeming pandemonium. People rushing about here and there (1 sec before going live on camera), shouting out stuff and transforming in a moment into grace personified!!
Truly smoke and mirrors stuff...

As always, here are some photos to describe what mere words cannot...

Omens

I was in Bhubaneshwar for some meetings, and was trying to gauge if the state would actually grow faster than it has in the past. Even though conspicuous consumption in the market, billboards displaying new projects, and construction activity gave soft evidence of growth, what REALLY convinced me was an article on the main page of the local newspaper.

The article essentially said that the morals of the youth in Bhubaneswar were on a rapid decline, these irresponsible people spent money on parties and pubs and (horror of horrors!!) on playing pool!! What was more, you could also see girls in restaurants with male friends!! The import of the article was essentially that humanity had been denigrated to the lowest levels because of these crimes of the youth :-)

I knew then that I was on to a good thing!!

The embarrassing truth...

Last week I was in Bhubaneshwar. Quite a happening town - right from proximity to the Konark Temple and the beautiful beach town on Puri - to great fish - to a town which is beginning to boom. But that is not why I will remember Bhubaneshwar!

The truth - and it must prevail :-) - is that I had a huge adventure while in Bhubaneshwar. In my hurried and addle-minded condition while leaving home for the airport, I forgot to take along my carelessly packed suitcase for the trip!! I realized this just as I reached the airport, and since there was not enough time to go back and get it, I decided to display a maddening lack of any sense and a philosopher's sense of equanimity, and went right ahead with a smile and a song.

Judicious scheduling of laundry, a few purchases to increase GDP of the city, the state, and the country and an attitude of derring-do enabled me to spend my three days in Bhubaneshwar without incident. However, more challenge was on the horizon.

I had to go from Bhub to Bombay via Calcutta, and attend an official meeting there. The travel schedules would create havoc with my careful rationing of clothes!! That is when my business suit came in handy - I now have empirical evidence to state that in a business suit, no one notices the shirt :-)

So it was a case of all's well that ends well. Here's to more such adventures (with clothes this time, hopefully!!)

... and Ajmer

In continuing with my last post, Ajmer is a small, quaint and noisy town in Rajasthan. It is famous for the dargah (mausoleum) of Garib Nawaz (Khwaja Moinuddin Chishti). Legend has it that whatever one asks for at this dargah, is granted by the gods. Akbar apparently visited this place each year on foot, all the way from Agra, asking for a son till Salim was born. My buddy Alam also informs me that he was wished for by his mother here many years ago.

The dargah is surrounded by many ancient buildings. Most notable among them are a mosque built by Shah Jahan, the Akbari mosque built by Akbar and a huge iron vessel, also donated by Akbar, which can cook 100 tons of rice at a time.

Although the Garib Nawaz was a famous Sufi saint who learnt at the feet of great Islamic teachers in Samarkand and Bukhara, the taxi driver who was driving me back from Pushkar had an interesting local spin on the legend. Apparently, the saint used to serve water to travellers out of a goatskin bag, and would hang his bag above an old Shiva lingam. Water would fall on the shivling drop by drop, and this greatly pleased Shiva. So the God appeared to the saint in a dream, and granted him a wish. The Sufi saint asked for fame as a servant of the poor, and that is how he acquired a substantial following in the whole world.

Now even though I am inclined to disbelieve this story, I find it interesting to see how closely Islam and Hinduism intermingled to create this uniquely Indian amalgam that is pervasive in our country today.

Ajmer also has a Jain temple with a solid 50kg statue of pure gold, which depicts the Jain view of the universe - of 13 concentric galaxies circling mount Sumeru, and the birth of Rishabhdev, the first tirthankar at Ayodhya.

I could also go on and on about the beautiful and soothing (and extremely dirty from close quarters!) Ana Sagar, but more on that sometime later...

All in all, quite an interesting visit.

Pushkar

This weekend I went with my family to Ajmer and Pushkar - twin cities in Rajasthan, about 450 kms from Delhi. The trip was short, hectic and fun.
Pushkar, a hilly town located about 12 kms away from Ajmer, is famous for two things – one is the only Brahma temple in the world, and the other is large numbers of foreign backpackers looking for a fix of grass, coke or ganja. The story behind the Brahma temple is quite interesting, and I suspect it also has a bearing on the availability of dope.

Legend has it that Brahma underwent a penance for 1000 years after he created the universe (with the Pushkar lake, a confluence of the waters of the Ganga, Yamuna and the Saraswati as its center). This penance was to have a huge yagna (a religious ceremony to invoke the blessings of the Gods) as its culmination. When the time for the yagna came, Brahma sent his son Narad (a nosey-parker kind of fellow, with a penchant for creating fights between gods) to fetch his wife (and Narad’s mother) Savitri from a nearby hill. Now Narad thought that his reputation as a creator of conflicts would be under threat if he did not create some misunderstanding between his own parents. So he went to Savitri and told her that she should come down for the yagna, but because there were multiple gods to be present, she should take her time to dress up really well. He then came down to tell his dad that mom would take some time as she wanted to really dress up.

The time for starting the yagna was non-negotiable since it was an auspicious period that would come only once in a thousand years. So Brahma sent out Indra, the king of the devas, to get someone to take Savitri’s place for the yagna. Indra found a cow-girl some distance away and got her to the venue, promising her that she could sell lots of ghee and milk to the assembled dignitaries. Brahma purified the girl by passing her thrice through the mouth of a cow (and hence the name Gayatri), seated her on his wife’s seat and began the event.
When Savitri eventually came down to the venue and saw someone else in her place, she was furious. She cast a curse on Brahma, saying that from now on, no married person will ever worship you because you have placed some other woman in your wife’s place. Brahma was quite crestfallen, and asked for some kind of mitigation from this harsh curse. So she relented and said that though no married person will worship you, they can worship this lake.

And that is why there is no other temple of Brahma in the whole world. The interesting thing about the temple is that only Naga sadhus perform the worship of Brahma. And where there are Naga sadhus, there is dope. And this brings on the backpackers (esp. Israeli nationals – the place is full of Hebrew restaurants and shops with Hebrew speaking locals)

Another bit of interesting trivia about Pushkar is that it is situated on Nag parbat (i.e. Cobra hill) cos the rocks are all jutting out on the top - very much like hooded cobras. This actually makes for quite a fascinating drive up the hill from Ajmer to Pushkar.

I've been trying to upload some photos but cant seem to succeed. Anyhow, I guess there is enough dope for one post.

Well of the sun

Every year, the first fortnight of February is witness to a massive congregation of humanity (and their vehicles!!) in the idyllic hamlet of Surajkund (literally the well or pool of the sun) in Faridabad. The Surajkund crafts fair is a congregation of small artisans and craftsmen from all over the country, who come to this fair ground to sell their wares.
This year too was no exception. To experience this phenomenon first hand, armed with a lot of time, an empty stomach and a not-so-great mobile phone camera, I landed up at the grounds. It was perfect weather for a day out, with the sun bright and cheerful, a cool nip in the air, and Delhiites of all hues proved this by turning up in massive numbers!!
The colorful mass of humanity seemed to be having a great time, entertained by various groups of people dancing, singing and making people laugh! Shoppers could be found bargaining vigourously, and replenishing energies with the exotic and delicious hot food on offer. Here are some pictures (not so good unfortunately)...

New lesson

I have recently discovered the (apparent) answer to the question of eternal health, wisdom and sanity. An answer that takes 15 minutes per day to implement, and promises a lifetime of peace.

Its quite simple, actually. All one needs to do is to breathe in and breathe out in particular ways. A set of 7 exercises, to be done for 3-5 minutes each, which can sharpen your mind, restore your health and optimize bodily functions. Also called 'pranayaam', a subset of yoga.

Pranayaam is a combination of the words 'prana' or energy and 'yaam' or control. The human body apparently has 7 'chakras' or energy centers, which usually atrophy with disuse. What pranayaam does is to shake up these chakras and make them hum with activity. Having tried it for a couple of days now, I can vouch for the fact that definitely I feel more energetic (maybe its just the placebo effect!!)

One key component of these breathing exercises is to chant 'ooooooooooooom' through the nose. Doing this makes one reverbate with vibrations, accompanied with an echoing of similar vibrations in your environment. Sounds a bit like mumbo-jumbo, but I personally find it quite energising!

In any case, I'm sure it cant hurt to try out these exercises once in a while. Use it if it works, lose it if it doesn't!!

Driving again

Posting after a long time. Another long drive, another epiphany.

I was thinking about the current (latest!!) tumult in life, when I thought of two very different people, both going through very tough times. And yet smiling their way through it. And determined to come out on top.

Also, I happen at this time to be reading a strange book called 'The Greatness Guide', written by the latest self help guru in the USofA. This book is full of cliches and I would never have read it had it not been a birthday gift! The surprise is that this person - who is thought to be so successful at helping others improve their personal and professional lives - has had a turbulent and tough time in his own personal life. The insight is that everyone - but everyone - has problems.

Therefore, the epiphany (for me) is to stop taking myself so seriously. Considering that I am one of six billion, in a planet which is like 7 others (poor Pluto has been 'plutoed' last year), going around a sun which is a mid sized average kind of sun, like a billion others, in a galaxy which is like a million billion others, in a universe (I'm not really sure there are more than one - whatever Richard Bach may say!!) ... I think I've belaboured the point enough.

Whatever it is that disturbs me, is really so trivial that its not worth thinking about.
Here's to more driving!!

Flawed inference

Still on the topic of happiness, here is a news article that I saw today:


Wed, sleep to live happily ever after
1/10/2007 4:01:00 PM

New Delhi: So, finally someone seems to have figured out the key to happiness. And believe it or not, it’s something so ridiculously simple that it wouldn’t have occurred to most.
Well, the secret to happiness seems to be marriage and a good night’s sleep – whether or not in the same order is well, debatable.
A study conducted by the UK government shows that sufficient sleep and a healthy matrimony gave the maximum people a reason to feel a ‘state of well-being’.
The study – conducted by researches of the Whitehall Wellbeing Working Group - also found people who spend more time socialising, chatting with a neighbour over the fence, having plenty of sex in a steady relationship and caring about endangered species also tend to be happier than others.
“It's shown that married people are happier - so what does that mean for politics? Does it follow that we should be encouraging people to marry? Is that the realm of politics...or something that should be left to individual choice?” the Daily Mail quoted professor of economics at Imperial College in London, Paul Dolan, as saying.
So much for happiness. What makes people unhappy? The reasons again are aplenty. Researchers found that extreme weather, being dumped, getting sacked or having to live in a heavily polluted area makes people gloomy.

Source: CNN-IBN

Now I think this inference is completely flawed. What if cause and effect are inverted? It is quite possible that a happy person would enjoy a good night's sleep and therefore do more of it, would want to get married in the optimistic hope that this would increase happiness, would socialize more, would speak to neighbours over the fence, would want to have plenty of sex and would care about endangered species (since the person wont have to spend time worrying about his / her lack of happiness)!! This is quite conceiveable.
So maybe happiness is just something you have (or lack) inherently - and all these are just effects of the inherent cause. Or maybe happiness is just caused by the feeling of being better off than your fellow men, as this earlier post suggests. Or maybe its something else altogehter. Who knows? But this kind of research is certainly not of too much help!!!

Something we knew all along...

Money does not buy happiness. What does make you happy, though, is the thought that you are doing better than your neighbours!!
And what better sanction for this philosophy than this