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Petronus

2010-12-26T17:56:00.002+05:30

It has been over a year since the last post. Job, attitude and more has changed; at times, I feel, for the worse, but generally for the better.

Good things come to those who wait, they say. Hit a nadir in life and then does life start all over again. Recalling lines from the movie "Black": "With every fall, she will rise higher!"

Supposedly lucrative profile exchanged for a concoction of profile, package & location after certain adjustments with the Ego. Flickering eyes (refer previous post) provide only some relief, but certain experiences are vital. They help you understand the value of what you have, what you loose and most of all help
you realize what you truly want and how far are you willing to go to achieve that.

Hope that figure lessons are not as hard; but then again, if it holds something good in store, the pains shouldn't matter.

Hasmukh :D

Snapshot

2009-12-20T12:00:00.004+05:30

We were born. We grew up. We went to college. We thought of changing the world. We thought of leaving a mark on the world. And then we had job.

A job. An object of desire of many, despise of many, but undisputedly one of the most widely practiced means of livelihood. You wake up, go to office, do your job, come back tired, think of what to have for dinner, have dinner if you feel like it, spend a couple of hours here or there and go to sleep to begin the same old day.

Many worksites are quite different from what I suggested just now. The times are changing fast. But so much for all the hoopla, I'm still stuck in a screenshot from Charlie Chaplin's 'Modern Times'. Guess I've become a drone working to increase shareholders' wealth and increase the revenue of the corporation I'm working for. And to think of it, I'm bestowed upon one of the most coveted profiles!

Is job satisfaction just a word in HR textbooks? And the bigger question, is there more to life than a job? A couple of friends, of which one is myself and another my room-mate, the third one doesn't meet daily, and if at all, just for a few minutes. Sunday work like liquid oxygen (recall Ajit: 'Robert, ise liquid oxygen mein daal do; liquid ise jeene nahi dega, aur oxygen ise marne nahi dega!)

I know that life has more to offer. Change in attitudes, the usual prescription for such symptoms, has helped but only a little. Somebody please answer Obama's cries for 'change'!

My right eye is flickering since a few days, considered to be a sign of goodluck. Whether this is more than one of the defense-mechanisms remains yet to be seen.

Hasmukh :)

10 Items Or Less

2009-05-31T02:43:00.006+05:30

There are things that a person always wishes to do, but realizes that he has not done all those things at all. And then there are things that a person does. So it was time I decided that I will start doing things that I've been putting on hold. Since beginning of the new financial year (because that is the way calenders work in financial industry), I've done quite a few things now that I've wanted to do since quite some time. Some of those important, others not quite important.

This is just a list of all those things, just accidentally falling in public domain:

1. Accounts

A long cherished desire to learn accountancy from scratch, a desire that we couldn't fulfill in our B-school with little time that we could allocate to it. A piquant (please don't pronounce it as "pee/cunt") subject for those even remotely interested in finance. Have slowly started it and though not going full-throttle into it, I have managed to maintain a sufficient tempo so as to not lose the brownie-points to be cliamed in a job-interview if I need to attend one.

2. Guitar

My father wants to learn Traditional Vocal Indian music ever since I can recall. I asked one of our colleagues if he knew where could I buy a good guitar in Hyderabad & what were the things I should keep in mind for that. He said that he wanted to learn to play a guitar since the past 35 years, but it might as well be another 35 before he got one. Then I saw myself 20 years down the line, wishing I too knew some music. Decided that this was going to be a key difference between me and anybody else, I went to a music shop and bought my first real six string in the summer of '09..... and then, there it was: a guitar, wrapped up in a bag, ready to be tuned with a tuner and strummed with picks; all for a nominal amount of Rs.2,600/-. So far I've learnt three basic chords, how to pick alternate strings & E phrygian scale (which I only recently found out is not a scale) ...something that seems only too fair to me to have learnt in four sittings.

3. Beach Shirt

That your attire reflects your attitude is something which came as a hard learning to me. Since then, I've been looking for a good beach shirt for me. After a long & tedious search, I found a white shirt with floral prints, loose to the core, the essence of which is pure, sinful comfort. Though friends' plan of a Goa trip is way ahead in distant future, I've already begun the preparations for the ordeal.

4. Wine

Learnt to be the drink that endows divinity to food, straight from the wineyards of Bordeaux of India, Nasik (well, Nasik is as good an option for me as I don't know the difference between the two varieties) came two bottles of wine; one red, other white. During a get-together of friends, I popped the cork and not-so-accidentally also popped by wine cherries. That broadens my alchohol portfolio to include champagne, rum and red & white wine (since beer and breezers don't qualify as alchohol). Although I still have a long way to go to fulfill my dream of getting terribly drunk once in a life, I can still boast of having reached one more milestone in the journey.

5. Stinkers

Written my first stinker mail just a couple of weeks back. A fantasy treasured in the heart since I learnt of the virtues of a stinker now stands fulfilled. However, I knew that guilt would inevitably follow, (and indeed it eventually did) I have successfully become an MS Outlook skunk.

Now I know that typical list will have 10 items, but I'm not inspired by "Dasvidaniya". Instead, I'm inspired by "10 items or less", so I'll just stop at 5 for now. Hoping that the future brings more beginnings than endings...

Hasmukh :)

A New Beginning

2009-02-08T18:32:00.007+05:30

"How much will you experiment with your skin?" asks the lady in the idiot-box. Since I neither have the financial muscle nor any hope that my going to the stupid skin clinic might bring any change for the better, I decided that I wouldn't experiment anymore with my skin... after all, unlike Micheal Jackson, I only have 3 layers to spare!

But tell me, isn't it only this trait of experimenting which makes the Homo Sepian Sepians higher to other species (or at least so is the mass credo)? So I thought of experimenting with my food for a change. Now what is the favourite food of a bachelor? Omlet...! (OK, not much room for experiments for me here, because apparently, cocks do not lay eggs.) The next best thing: for all these years, they've asked for only 2 minutes of our time... yes, you got it right! MAGGI!!!

I was just finishing it when I thought of making some little changes, so there opens the cabinet, out comes my chef's hat, I fling the door of the fridge in one smooth motion & my of-late-pre-programmed-to-reach-for-my-favourite-item-in-the-fridge-since-last-week hand reaches its destination. The product which scarcely needs any more variety in usage, a dream of marketeers to work with, a sauce which goes with almost everything, a form of most widely relished sweet & it also has as many health benefits as the taste & flavour...sauce nahi boss, it is a chilled bottle of "Genuine Chocolate Flavour Hershey's Syrup"! Oh the brown bottle, oh the round cap, oh the thick-brown-non-stop-zig-zag-almost-erotic flow of the nectar, oh the dulcet sound when I stop squishing the container... (if only I were a woman, I might have had an orgasm) but alas, only chocolate lovers can understand the poetry in dark chocolate.

Now I'm also a painter of the James Pollock school, with only chocolate sauce instead of paint & my once-masala-flavoured Maggi instead of a canvas. I manipulate my chopsticks to let the confection get evenly distributed on each and every strand of the now divine Maggi and enjoy it while it is still warm. And having had a scrumptious portion of the same, I have the generosity of giving out the recipe for the greater good of mankind, abstaining from becoming a millionaire by selling this idea to lots of dumb people who would pay for crap like this for they are too tired of using their brains.

I, the undersigned, hereby invite you to share your secret recipes & ingredients to make your Maggi better, so that we all can live to see a better tomorrow (and please give tomato ketchup a break you morons!)

Hasmukh :)

Power? Really?

2008-12-02T23:40:00.008+05:30

Of late I've formed a rather dismal view of this world. I've finally realized that the thoughts that we've been fed all day long, day in and day out, that "You can change the world" sometimes seem to be very hollow unless you have muscle strength.

Alvin Toffler in his book "Power Shift" articulated on the 3 basic sorts of power: Brute Power, Economic Power, Knowledge Power. He said that the days to come, the world shall be ruled by those who have the Knowledge Power, but I strongly disagree and believe that Brute Strength has always been, today is & shall continue to be the strength that supercedes all other forms.

Imagine a millionaire with a gun on his head: who has more power? Now if you talk about "knowledge" as a source...what will a "knowledge worker" do when he's in the place of the millionaire?

The governments of the world are powerful because they have brute strength. During the days of cold-war, the USSR had a much more versatile arsenal of traditional weapons than the USA. USA on the other hand had a similar advantage in the nuclear weapons category. But what made them the both more powerful than others was that they had the weapons & others did not. If someone says "Oil is power", ask him what happened to Iraq, Kuwait, Vietnam and so on. The wars involving these countries might not have had a significant conclusion, but it very well proved the point that having oil doesn't mean that your right to live will be safeguarded.

I guess the only weapon that can over-rule brute strength is the “Perspective Gun”. (I must say, this has been my dream superpower even when I didn’t know of the existence of such a weapon, even though it is just fictitious; after all, to make others look from your perspective is the best thing to do to control the world!) It is described in “Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” as the ultimate weapon. Whenever fired, it makes the subject see things in perspective of the one who fired the gun. Apparently it was invented by angry housewives, who were tired of using the phrase “You just don’t get it, do you!?”

I have harangued too far. My only concern is that with all the governments laying down the foundations to a police state (oh please, give me a break, don't you tell me I'm wrong. If you're so strong, prove it by leaving a comment.) what is the common man's life becoming like? Can I really change the world without brute force?

Hasmukh :)

Vitamin M

2008-10-04T13:59:00.011+05:30

This is my first Third Party Publishing; and to think of it, I'm not even charging any royalty for that! Actually one of my good friends has written it. I hope you'd enjoy reading it as much as I did…

The power of money:
Believe me you don't own it.
It owns you.
It makes a slave out of you.
During my high school days I used to write compositions and essays on the very very familiar and global topic "The virtues and vices of money".
At that time I used to think how can money be a vice, when I dint have the money to buy that Westside tshirt or when I had to compromise on that Kwality walls gaddi waali orange candy even if I fancied a baskin robins choco almond.
Those were the days
And now ……These are the days
I just love the last day of the month
Waiting eagerly for that beep on my cell telling that it has arrived.
That thing..for which takes 30 days to earn but only 3 days to spend…
You should see the grin on my face …while walking in the ATM…as if I am I big time queen and with one sweep of my hand,…I mean my card…the money pours in..
As if it were a magic…just clap your hands….the money arrives…just clap back again..and it disappears.
And then after you punch in the 4 little sweet words….in the machine…no no..its not I love you too…its your 4 digit pin number…dodo….
So so as you feed in the numbers..the noise that the machine makes…..while throwing out the money…is so so…..like honey on my ears…not that I would actually like honey on my ears….
Anyways….
Talking about money…
Why is it said that money cant buy happiness….
I mean…its so easy to understand see….
I have money ..i go and buy clothes….i am happy J
I have money and I go and throw a party to my best friends at aromas of china.
They are happy . they are happy so I am again happy.
I have money so I am sponsoring my parents tickets to Disney. Seeing them so happy …I am very very happy now. J J
What more could I ask for!!!
So doesn't money buy happiness?!
Yes it does…

Once again, going back to school days & nursery rhymes, the consumerism theory can be best summarized as:

To office, to office, to get a fat pay-cheque;
Home again, home again, without a penny left!

It has been over a month that my account experienced an ECS for the first time. And I could feel the joy with blood gushing in my veins as I punched in the numbers **** in the ATM. (So now you know my code, don’t you?). As the account balance numbers popped up, it was as if by magic that there was a tremendous increase in my bank-balance from where I’d left it.

But happy times don’t last forever. As soon as I go home, the land-lord is waiting in anticipation of rent and then there are bill to be paid for cell-phone, electricity, etc. which teleport my soul from the magic land of jack’s beanstalk and I once again start waiting for the day when the miracle of salary shall manifest itself and give me one more reason to live. In the hope that that day arrives soon…

Hasmukh :)

Antim Pag

2008-07-22T18:31:00.007+05:30

I walk into the hotel room and turn on the TV to know more about the singular event on which the relations on the largest & oldest democracies of the world depend on, at least upto a certain extent. Just guess what’s going on? I bet there isn’t a soul who doesn’t know about the event by now so I’d not go into those details. However if you’re a part of the unenlightened clan, its not too difficult to jump sides. Sort of things being said today have more or less a negative connotation. Why so? Was it supposed to be such a big secret that MPs are bought & sold? Or have a page or two been drawn from the “Melodramatics for Dummies” of Bollywood?

I’m watching NDTV LIVE and the discussion is just copying thoughts out of my mind. A gentleman says “I don’t think the people of this country are shocked, I think they’re having fun!” Indeed I am doing just that. In fact just now I was thinking about it writing the same thing down in the blog & quoting Frank Zappa saying “Government is the Entertainment Division of the military-industrial complex.”

Far from hitting a nadir, the Parliament has graduated today. It has mustered the audacity to admit what it’s incumbents have been doing all these years behind closed doors. It’s definitely a happy day for the Indian Political Scenario on the whole. I welcome it with all my heart. I do not say that such scenes should be repeated, because it is just another excuse for wasting more time, not mentioning walk-outs and adjournments; but there is certainly no reason to term the incident as unhappy. I guess the only ones who do that are the ones who see themselves into the matter directly or indirectly.

While I desperately wait to see what happens to the vote today, which as I expected has been postponed and the house adjourned; it seems to be highly paradoxical & risible comment to end on the note I am thinking of ending it on: “Long Live Indian Democracy! Jai Hind!!!”

Hasmukh :)

Must Love Dogs

2008-06-24T02:31:00.008+05:30

Mark Twain said, “Take a hungry dog, feed it & it will never bite you; that’s the principal difference between a man & a dog.” Its about two hours past midnight and I’m having a strong urge to write about the female dog I met on the weekend. By far she was my closest encounter of the canine kind (on the happy side).

I’ve always been impressed by this supposed-to-be-feline-predatory-creature, though why it is called so, I never examined for myself. For once, I knew that whatever the creature’s prejudices towards cats, it definitely is not a friend if you’re 12 years old, it’s the 5:30am, it’s the Gujarati New Year in the chilly winter and the odds are four is to one & other five of theirs are on their way. That fateful day, my cousin brother, who has the portfolio of pranks much more diversified when compared to a margin investor like me, saved the night for me (yeah, the dawn hadn’t cracked yet! And you thought I can’t get up before the sun is halfway around the world?) This was the moment at which, the K9’s canines couldn’t breach my epidermis, but they sure did invoke their fear in my mind.

Since then, I’ve been wondering how can a dog be man’s best friend? I’ve gotten over some of my fears by learning that one is supposed to stand still and let the dog smell you (so the datum is fed into the bio-sensory security systems predating the invention of wheel) instead of running helter-skelter and giving the creature all the more reasons to attack you. The first dog to smell me when I stood still was Brownie…

And then there was Lassie… (the slow-motion dream sequence starts now) I visited my friend in Delhi for the weekend and met his so-called-sister, about 7 months old, white Pomeranian. I am a “quick learner” on my CV, so I employed what I’d learnt just about 6 years ago rightaway and let her smell my feet. At this point of time I was a bit skeptical about her intentions to lick me, but she fortunately didn’t (ok, I’m just a novice, haven’t achieved that high a comfort level, shoot me; because apparently, shooting the dog is a violation of animal rights!)

It was then that classical conditioning awakened the Pavlovian Dog in me. I learnt to love Lassie, because I was desperate to be with my friend & he just wouldn’t let go of her. In course of the weekend, I became used to Lassie so that all my fears regarding dogs were overcome. I used to pat her, scratch her throat & even let her lick me! Though she jumping on me is still out of line, but I wonder how long it would take if I were to go visit her once more.

The inscription on the grave of BOATSWAIN (Lord Byron’s dog) reads:

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery
If inscribed over human ashes
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
BOATSWAIN a Dog,
Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,
And died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18, 1808.

Little known fact here, Lassie Senior just died a couple of months back. She didn’t have the funeral like Boatswain, least of all a tomb, but her name still lives on in form of Lassie Junior, who is credited to a major extent for helping me get over my fear of her kind and letting me inch closer to my long cherished dream of having a dog. May Dog bless us all…

Hasmukh :)

Sloppy Sunday

2008-06-16T00:47:00.006+05:30

Well, today is a lot different in my life than all other days. All these days I've been holding very strong views about almost anything, provided I cared enough for holding a view. May it be the Indo-US nuclear deal or the World Gourmet Summit 2008 in the midst of international food crisis. I used to wonder how can people be so indecisive about issues.

However, I am having the first sunday on the job. Got up late after a long time and don't feel like going for hygiene activities (read bathing, which by the way, I'm highly pirticular about) after the clock has struck 1:35 p.m. And now I think that it doesn't matter if it rains outside or heats up like an oven, I have no intentions as of now to go out anyway. I don't care at this point of time if Soniya Gandhi leads the country or Manmohan Singh does or anybody else for that matter. It doesn't matter to me much if the people really believe about Global Warming to be true or not. I believe the only thing that matters to me right now is the mood of just doing nothing after a long long time. As one of the advertisements of the recent Shoppers Stop campaign goes to say, I’m “enjoying doing nothing” after eons together.

So living up to the feeling, I'm just going to let you imagine the feeling of doing nothing at all and them multiply it by a few hundreds. You anyway don't have anything worth doing if you're reading this in the first place, so I have firm reasons to believe that I'm being successful in my attempt to make you experience what many of us call "vellapanthi".....

Hasmukh :)

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P.S.: Yeah, I was too sloppy to upload the post so uploading it at midnight!

Sister's Keeper

2008-05-18T00:27:00.009+05:30

Sanmesh Kalyanpur, 13, was escorting his seven-year-old sister Sanjana home after school through the flooded streets of central Mumbai one wet July afternoon last year, when she suddenly started disappearing into the filthy water. Luckily the two had been holding hands, and Sanmesh instantly tightened his grip, preventing her from sinking further.

Sanmesh realized that Sanjana had stepped right into an open manhole. "I’ve got to pull her out", he thought, his heart beating wildly. "Otherwise she’ll be sucked into the hole and drown."

His right hand still gripping Sanjana, Sanmesh reached for his sister with his left and began pulling her. But suddenly, he slipped and fell, his left leg entering the manhole and his right leg buckling under him. To his horror, Sanjana had disappeared in the water.

Fortunately, Sanmesh, a star batsman in his school’s cricket team, hadn’t lost his grip on his sister’s hand. "I can't fall into the hole too", Sanmesh thought, as he desperately groped in the water with his left hand for something to hold onto. Fortunately it closed around the manhole cover.

Carefully, Sanmesh manoeuvred himself into a sitting position on the road with his legs in the manhole, without losing his grip on Sanjana. His arms were aching now, for adding to Sanjana’s 25 kilos was her schoolbag strapped to her back. But with one quick jerk, Sanmesh managed to yank Sanjana out of the water, and, coughing and spluttering, she fell on him, her head on his chest.

As Sanjana, clung to her brother, like a baby monkey holding its mother, Sanmesh bent backwards until he was almost lying on the road. “You can let go of me,” Sanmesh told his sister, “you’re safe now.”

Sanjana pulled her feet out of the manhole and stood up. Then, as Sanmesh, extricated himself, and stood by her, Sanjana began crying with relief. Holding each other’s hands tightly, the two walked home. Luckily, both children had only superficial injuries. And although Sanjana had swallowed a lot of dirty water, she wasn’t any worse for it. But for several nights, Sanmesh couldn’t sleep properly. “Sanjana and I fight a lot,” he says. “She’s a really mischievous kid. But I can’t bear the thought of losing her.”

-Surekha Kadapa-Bose
---From READER’S DIGEST-July 2005.

Hunger

2008-05-01T02:15:00.014+05:30

The photo is the “Pulitzer Prize” winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan Famine.The picture depicts stricken child crawling towards an United Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.

The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat him. This picture shocked the whole world. No one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.

Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.

http://www.worldsfamousphotos.com/stricken-child-crawling-towards-a-food-camp-1993.html

I received this photograph in a forwarded email sometime back. I wanted to show it to somebody, but couldn’t find it in my hard-drive or in my inbox, so I googled it out. There are quite a few copies of it on the internet, this is the link to one of them.

Everybody of is debating on the page about what is wrong with the system, what needs to be done, what are the duties of the world bodies, rich people who don’t do enough charity and who knows what not. But I want to ask these people, “Did any of you ensure that YOU don’t waste any food?” If you do it & further ensure that everyone you know also doesn't waste any food, in the long run the Aggregate Demand is going to come down drastically. If everybody who eats decides to purchase only that much that he sincerely wants to eat and doesn’t waste any food, this is going to save the life of a significant number of people every year who die of hunger; one way or the other.

“Lofty ideals” you’ll say. I know that charity begins at home, so I’ve made every effort to ensure that I don’t waste any food and also try and ensure that everybody I know doesn’t disrespect or waste food in any way whatsoever.

I’m not asking you to give me blood, time, devotion or absolutely anything at all. All I’m asking is for you to promise me that you’ll not waste any food, ask for only that much that you’re going to eat and make sure that everybody in you share a table with, does the same. This is the least you can do to (literally) save the world.

I may not be alive to see the day when nobody dies of petty reasons. Nevertheless, I would still want that day to arrive. Hope that it arrives soon & further hope that you have a positive part to play in it.

Hasmukh :)

Acclivity

2008-04-29T17:00:00.008+05:30

And once more, the Dr. Vikram Sarabhai founded Indian Space Research Organization has done it. On April 28, 2008; I was watching the Loksabha Channel (due to lack of entertainment avenues), waiting for the Question Hour (for those Indians who don’t know, kindly surrender your passports).

The session began with the speaker of the house (Mr. Somnath Chatterjee) addressing the house of the proud achievement which our country accomplished. I am surprised that any major newspaper has not covered it in a big way. Apparently, they were all too busy covering Harbhajan & Sreesanth and the controversy that surrounds.

This fateful day, ISRO executed another satellite launch. Just that this time it was the first of its kind in the world. With the PSLV C-9, the launch vehicle put in orbit a group of 10 satellites simultaneously. Quite something, huh!?

I know some wouldn’t share my pride, but I’ll do what I’ve managed to do almost always: Damn All. And if you don’t want to be damned, you might as well bask in the glory of being an Indian.

Hasmukh :)

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P.S.: I see some of the newspapers have reported it, but then tell me honestly; how many of you do read them, eh!?

Power

2008-04-19T00:51:00.000+05:30

OK, first and foremost: this hasn't got anything to do with the world power balance, I'm too slaphappy a man to care about the likes.

The power-balance stands disturbed today. Ever since November 8th, 1993 (my younger sister's birth) the power balance in our home has been tilting in her favour. I've had numerous friends ask me about why do I treat my sibling sister so nicely. All that, just changed today.

I've come back home after a long long time, needless to say parents are showering me with affection, the focus of which for the past 15 years had been her, of which for the past 2 years, she was the exclusive one! Now she is just another desperate teen of today. Again needless to say she that throws a lot of tantrums. In one of those many today, I found that she had crossed the limits and had hidden something very personal & sentimental to me... All I did was just take her laptop, change the status of my user to "administrator" & that of all other users to that of "limited user" and then password protect all her files so that only I could access it. I then handed over the laptop as if nothing had happened.

In a matter of seconds, the gargantuan monster I'd anticipated was facing me; only for me to tell her: "What you've seen is not even a fraction of what I can do. Simply because I chose not to, doesn't mean that I CAN NOT make life miserable for you. Now, I'm going out for a few minutes; when I return, I better find things as they were, or they shall be worse for you!" A few minutes later, I recieved a phone call converying successful restoration of my possessions. Of course the war doesn't end there; but then what chance does Pakistan have against India when India declares war (provided India has the political will of course, eh!?)

For a lion who has been vegetarian all its life; this is like savouring the most exquisite venison. Now I understand what joys I've missed all these years & further doubt if the vegan in me shall ever stand resurrected again. But it's definitely not me who's complaining!

Hasmukh :)

Bored

2008-04-15T02:38:00.001+05:30

Yeah, that's what I am at the moment...Bored! The studies of this lifetime seem to be over as of now & the next phase of the donkeys' work has not begun yet. So this is the gap between the "Brahmacharyaashram" & the "Gruhasthaashram". Having got nothing to do but to watch movies, enjoy TV & read books; not to mention eat, drink & sleep; I'm getting bugged.

But then, I want to get so bored of getting bored, that I never want to be bored again! So that when the time comes to work, I should not think about how I want free time to do this or that (because I'd've already done it!) though I could certainly use 5-day-weeks. Reports coming in from the un/fortunate souls who have joined their jobs, if are anything to go by, say that its a much more brutal world out there than I'm fantasizing about. That judgement is to be brought a stay order upon right now though.

So much for my boredom, huh!? And just by the way, Mr. Jim Davis; I don't give a damn about your Intellectual Property Rights...

Hasmukh :)

Time out, officially!

2008-03-17T05:10:00.000+05:30

There have been times when I came back to hostel from my home & the first thing I do in the morning would be to brush my teeth. But the reasons would be marginally more than habit, hygiene, & worries of increments in dental insurance premia. I would look at the sun in from the window adjoining the basin-mirrors in the hostel bathrooms, and think how the sun would have risen back home and wonder how I’d be home again one day.

Tonight the ball is in another court & it is not going to bounce back. A few hours from now, when the sun would rise, I wouldn’t be able to see it while brushing my teeth…because there is no window besides the wash-basin mirror out here. Times have changed. The reality is that I’m finally home now, and I’d never ever be back at my hostel again… :’(

Using Gujarati (which my friends have got sickeningly used to back at the hostel):

Badho adhaar chhe ena jati veLa na jova par,
Milan maathi nathi maLta mahobbatt na puravao...

(It all depends on the way they see on the parting-note,
The proofs of affection lie not in the times of reunions…)

I bade my last good-byes of various sorts when I got separated from my just-friends, more-than-friend-friends, hi5-friends & so on…

…one, quite silent, because we both knew what was in each others hearts.

…one, mockingly humorous, because our hometown is the same and we shall meet in a matter of days.

…one, where my friend hugged (or crushed?) me tight and we told how we both will miss each other big-time.

…one, just after I felt I had comforted & hugged her, wishing her better times in both the immediate and distant future.

…one, when he hugged me tight time & again, crying like a baby again and again and again and again and again and again.

…one, just a normal casual good-bye, wishing that she be able to squeeze the maximum amount of money out of ICFAI-Hyderabad (a dream come true).

…one, which accompanied me from my room to the main gate, found me conveyance, and kept on standing and waving till the horizons.

…one, highly surprising; when I was sitting in a 7-seater’s convertible rear, she seated in the front seat of a Toyota Qualis coming right behind me on the road & I realized just in time to recognize her and give a flying kiss, only to find her hiding her face in bashfulness.

…and then there were some friends, whom I didn’t feel the need to hug & wish good-bye, because deep down in my heart, I knew that come-what-may, these people will hunt me down from burning hell and give me a moment of heaven by gracing me with their mere presence.

I’m not brooding over the past. Nor am I crying about not being able to live it again. But I still feel sad… & I want to cry because something is with me no more. Just like the time I cried after arriving for the first time in hostel after leaving my home. I know that I left the campus with more happy memories than anybody I know; the need arising here to say that I left with not a quarter, not a third, not a half, but at least hundred times more happy memories than sad ones!

I also encountered police check post during my way from campus to the city (which we’d managed to do without for almost two years now). I also had a close brushing encounter with my dissertation guide, whom I’d told I’d left the campus about a day ago to do away with my presentation early. And all the way home, I sung our farewell song (it is in my Orkut videos) to myself, in a desperate attempt of self-soothing.

It’s 4:40 in the morning (in true MBA style, you’d think) (mind you, the blog may sport a different time due to time-zone differences) & I feel that right now I’m a lot relaxed vis-à-vis how I was when I started typing this manuscript; hoping for good times ahead…

Hasmukh :)

Flames

2008-02-18T14:20:00.000+05:30

Have you ever been tempted by somebody cooking Mediterranean food, gently pouring exquisite red wine in a pan and heating it so that it catches fire and shows some of the most enticing colours; colours such that you feel like you want to dissolve in them for the rest of your mortal life?? The only thing that would hamper you from living this fantasy is probably the absence of such conditions in the first place in a day to day life. Well…meet someone who just overcame that barrier and found a way to enjoy the same feeling in a normal Indian kitchen!!!

Actually it’s just that I’ve been trying my hand at cooking lately. My journey in the kitchen dates back to the times when I was about 9 years old when I had my first encounters of the fiery kind. My hunger had driven me into the kitchen and like many other fellow Indians, my cooking started with the good old Maggie 2-minute noodles to satiate my writhing guts. The war on terror (of hunger) has continued unabated since then, just like its namesake; with no hope of a truce in the foreseeable future. 13 years old and I baked my first pizza. (Not joking at all…though it was more of Indian food than Italian & the recipe included some bread, capsicum, tomatoes, onions, cheese & of course ketchup; which due to lack of a better noun would be called a pizza.) Later at the age of 14, I successfully made my first cup of tea without using any clay or a potter’s wheel. Just like the hero grows up in a 1980s Bollywood movie, my cooking continued with stupendous pace with me learning to make laddoos, coffee, shakes, curries & earning a perfect 10 at the age of 20 to make my first chapatti which was just-the-right-thickness, just-the-right-softness, just-right-grilled…and behold thy breath; A PERFECT CIRCLE! (Though this was just a prototype and mass production would take a long long while…& efficiency, another 3 millennia.) Today I learnt to successfully make much-better-than-just-edible dal & rice. And this is where I found the treasures of the kind known only to Mediterranean chefs, (except for all those who also happen to be in direct contact with fire.)

Place: Kitchen at my home
Preparation: “Tadka” for my dal

I started heating the oil and put some “sarso” in it. My hunt for some of the other exquisite ingredients (read Asafetida/ “Hing”) took me longer than anticipated and when I returned victorious to my workstation, as if out of nowhere, I was greeted by the sight of a three coloured flame in the “tadke ka katora”, just like we learnt in our 6th grade text-book!!! And as the towering inferno went higher & higher, and for a cross-section in time, I could unravel the mystery of what would be the feeling of burning the house down!

Thankfully the size of the inferno towered to just about 7” and the fire department’s services were not availed. Much needless to say that I managed to escape without a scratch or a burn (actually I didn’t runaway...to quote from the poem Casabianca, “The boy stood on the burning deck!”). The tadka was then remade by my very educated mother who just showed how to make a proper tadka, (can’t one see anything else except the cliché nine planets?) And when I started boiling it, I put a few “Aritha”s (used to treat hair) instead of “Kokam” (an ingredient that gives tang); identified the error & corrected within a response time of less than 58 million nano-seconds. For the record, the dal was highly delicious & I savoured it with my mother & sister. Hope that in the times to come, I manage to cook up something as delicious everyday with as much fun as today and lesser danger...

Hasmukh :)

Time out

2008-02-02T00:32:00.000+05:30

As they say...well, there've been a host of quotations about endings & friends & changes & the likes in my G-talk friend's list, but it’s simply much more harder than this to digest the fact that the wonderful journey of MBA has ended. The exams ended today & I spent my evening photographing the campus...I'm uploading the favourite one below (& for those who don't get it; its a view of the acad-bloc's main entrance, the haziness signifies a nostalgic feeling to me):

And with this, 0nce again the time of changes has come knocking on my doorstep. It was not so long ago that I left the comforts of my home and came to a totally new place. But the thing that hurt the most was to leave my family.

Segue to being gregarious has been a hard one and still incomplete, but I must say that I’ve made considerable progress & that I’m no more a rock island. Some of my friends will never believe this, let alone agreeing to it; so I’d just leave it aside.

But the shock of shocks came to me when I realized just how much I’d changed…when I was studying for my penultimate exam and I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d do without any of my new family members around.

I’d ping for old question papers of OOB and have a group-discussion on IPMsg about “Chameli Ki Shaadi”, just to realize how I’d miss searching, sharing, transferring and chatting in groups. I’d go to the men’s room to realize how important a part the mens’ rooms play as a socializing site in the hostel. And when I’d return back to my book, I’d open it to find that I’m going crazy at 5:00 A.M. in the morning & I hadn’t read a word, just due to my mind racing all the time about my new fear…

Thankfully, I am in a much better shape (not physically of course), now that I can watch movies and play games on LAN. But this too shall be a thing of the past soon. Tell me, all you unfortunate souls (because you selected the papers in such a way that your exams get over a day after mine; and the electives are just too heavy to be tackled bye post-placement-4th-sem-MBA mood) who took up FRM (Financial Risk Management), RMB (Risk Management in Banks) & the likes as electives, is there any way you can "manage" this risk of losing friends & relationships? Again, like at countless other times, my B.A. roots have shown me the way...

Not forever does the bulbul sing

In balmy shades of bowers,

Not forever lasts the spring

Nor ever blossom flowers.

Not forever reigneth joy,

Sets the sun on days of bliss,

Friendships not forever last,

They know not life, who know not this.

---from 'A Train To Pakistan'
by Khushwant Singh

Hasmukh :)

Letter to Santa

2008-01-27T21:24:00.001+05:30

Dear Santa,

I am a 22 years old kid. And I still believe that you are real & are watching whatever I'm doing; maybe by some other name, in some other form. As a child, I learnt that it is wrong to hurt or cause pain or grief to someone. Today, I've committed that sin again & the child inside me is weeping of guilty conscience.

Her name is Aishwarya Rai (name changed for the sake of secrecy). She is a good fast friend of mine. She was a bit upset today. I wanted to just make her happy, but just the moment I started talking to her, tears welled up in her eyes and there was nothing I could do. I had only her best interest at heart, just wanted to cheer her up or lighten her heart.

But would it matter?
Can you please forgive me??
Will my guilt suffice for my punishment???

Thanking you...

Hasmukh :'(

TaleSpin

2008-01-22T20:59:00.001+05:30

Here is trying to make some sense out of sensex. Read it & you thought, “Big deal, just remove the ‘x’”! Well, I too wish it were that simple…but then I wouldn’t get paid for that! The point is to just see how things have changed in the recent past.

Have you ever thought why do engineers make some of the biggest investment big-shots? Because they understand the Laws of Physics very well and they know, "What goes up, has to come down!"

The entire financial community is crying about the sub-prime crisis hitting all the markets everywhere in the world. Yesterday, India joined the bandwagon fulltime. Though there were a few ups & downs time and again, this was something which was not expected. After the crisis hit, the BSE Sensex had crossed the magical 20,000 figure a number of times and managed to stay there for a while too, but the ultimate logic won yesterday. To simplify it and put it in nursery rhymes’ fashion (…after all, I'm still in a school; so what if they call it a 'B-School' eh?):

Dow came down and broke its crown,

And we (Sensex) came tumbling after!

Just yesterday, an unlucky bunch of MBAs who were studying portfolio management (imagine doing that after getting placed and it being the last semester, haven't they got guts??) discussing about the fall of the markets and were saying "That's it, it can't go beyond 17,000". As per the breaking news, Sensex closed today at 16,729.94!

Just then, I thought of having some fun with these numbers. After all, I’ve done my majors in Finance/Banking and these numbers have been the things that quite a few of my nights have revolved around... (Don't imagine me doing 'it' to a zero, they were those infernal assignments...) So I just thought about having some fun with them for a change & came up with something interesting:

The closing value of BSE Sensex as on 27-Aug-97 (about 11 years ago from today) was 4,097.56; the fall in Sensex in the last bear trend starting from 11-Jan-08 (which has completed 11 days today) is 4,097.51!!!

All data collected from http://finance.yahoo.com/;

All the values considered are adjusted closing quotes of the day;

Today's Sensex closing quote being 16,729.94.

And it doesn't end here, instead it keeps getting better (or worse?)! What do you think the market regulators can do about this?? There were times, just in not-so-distant-past, that a statement from the government's inner circles could considerably increase the subscription percentage of IPOs. And Mr. Arun Shourie would be quoted in papers the next day saying, “A frown from the market regulator is enough to pep up the market!" with a deadly style only a moustache bearer clad in a safari suit can wield...

(visit http://inhome.rediff.com/money/2004/feb/27ipo.htm)

I bet that today Mr. Reddy, Mr. Damodaran and all their allies would be frowning a million times and still not help a thing; I wonder where have their powers gone since Liberalisation took place!? Are they in the coat pocket of Mr. Ben Bernanke which is being dry-cleaned by close associates of Mr. Mervyn King in a posh laundry in Paris? Or has it been bangalored to money-launderers back home???

Think about it...

Hasmukh :)

2 little mice

2007-12-10T20:53:00.000+05:30

How many times has it happened to you that some song/dialogue/quotation fits your mood and you think you should've said it?? It was one of those countless times when I was watching the movie "Catch me if you can", I noticed that a few lines just perfectly described the conditions I was in.....and I quote:

"Two little mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up & drowned. The second mouse, he wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard, that he eventually churned that cream into butter & crawled out. Gentlemen, as at this moment; I am that second mouse!"

Hasmukh :)

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P.S.: I got my first job through a campus placement (after a very long & at times intense waiting) on 'day 55' (Novemeber 23rd, 2007).

A year (since he) passed away

2007-11-16T16:45:00.000+05:30

It was the morning of November 17th, 2006; just another ordinary day. I woke up feeling cold, for the winter had set in & went to drink tea with yellow coloured business newspaper in my hand. The newspaper was full of crap about politics, business, etc. of which I was expecting to make some sense. Tucked away in some corner was a small note, with the title "He Freed Men". The man in the picture below is Milton Friedman, and today is his first death anniversary.

His career as an economist began with a small paper published in some journal during his graduation, which caused a stir half-way across the world; and since then, the name has become almost legendary in the field of economics.

He won "The Sveriges Riksbank Prize in Economic Sciences in Memory of Alfred Nobel" (more popularly known as "The Nobel Prize for Economics") for the year 1976, "for his achievements in the fields of consumption analysis, monetary history and theory and for his demonstration of the complexity of stabilization policy".

This post is an amateur economist's tribute to one of the greatest economists of all times. Visit the link below; after all, its the least we can do for some one who "freed men"!

http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/2007/11/16/stories/2007111651780900.htm

Hasmukh :)

Indications

2007-10-28T17:06:00.000+05:30

With the placements around, people are getting really sick of not getting placed (at least I am!) and for others who are already placed...they are unhappy with themselves & asking themselves why they didn't wait for the better companies. And each time I encounter the situation; I am always reminded of the fact that whether good or bad; the past is no indication of the future!! Consider this...

On January 24, 1848; James W. Marshall found the first piece of gold and hence began The Great Californian Gold-rush. The pity is that the piece he found was only a few grams in weight; with people later on, reporting to have found pieces weighed in kilograms!! Furthermore, it was the first and last gold nugget ever found by Mr. Marshall; but there were others who made big fortunes; and I mean, really BIG (after all, they had quite literally, STRUCK GOLD!!!!)

On the other hand, while the markets were just about to go for a tail-spin as a result of the sub-prime crisis, Bear Sterns became one of the first houses to declare losses...a whopping $ 700 million. But looking at it in hindsight; it seems to be almost a winner. The biggies like Merill Lynch, UBS Securities, J P Morgan, etc. had booked losses; none less than a billion dollars each, with Merill Lynch topping them all at about almost $ 5 billion!!!

The moral of the story: don't judge your condition based on the present...lookout for what the future holds. After all, who knows, it may not be as severe as you percieve it to be...!

Hasmukh :)

Of grass & grapes

2007-10-10T23:52:00.000+05:30

It's every mortal's innate desire to loom in people's memory for something he did after he has crossed the bar...but I have neither done anything worth writing; nor written anything worth remembering. In the words of Chandler Muriel Bing (born April 8, 1968), "If I were to die right now, the only way people could know of my existence would be by the ass-print I leave on this chair!"

In a desperate effort to make one's own name the first thing in history, a chinese king once destroyed all the clay-tablets (the means of recording history in those days, quite a few millenia ago) which predated him. I doubt not that my best friend, who happens to be a history geek, would start recalling the entire chapter in an orderly fashion...but the paradox is that I, myself, still don't remember his name; thus for me, His Excellency's entire excercise has proved only too futile!

So in an effort to make my contribution, I hereby call upon to unite the entire world; on the mere fact that we all at some point of time face failures. And then, I divide it once again into two parts. From my wide & rich collection of anecdotes I could deduce a theory (which is not to be taught in class-rooms of course!) about how poeple take the events happening to them.

The happy lot following the theme of "half a glass full" more often than not, keeps thinking about what they didn't get & keeps cursing it; what Aesop's fox did, when it didn't get the grapes.....what is known as SOUR GRAPES SYNDROME!

The unhappy lot, on the contrary, following the "half a glass empty" theme; keeps thinking about how they could have got something better and that they still don't have something good enough. To summerize in one line using the language of a glibberty gibbets, they believe in "The myth of the pastoral foliage being inequitable for the better being consistently induced in the onlooker of the meadow which is made marginally inaccessible by a palisade!". Now rephrasing it for those less well-versed with the lexicon & 'Wren & Martin', these are effectively the people who believe that "The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence!".....what I like to call the GREEN GRASS SYNDROME!

Always remember, whatever decision you make, you are constantly falling in either of the two categories, because as of now I don't seem to find any grey areas. And though the world will neither come to know of my theory nor get to the imprints I leave on my chair; it will continuously & consistantly keep justifying my theory, like it has always done so far. Now the reader might dare ask what new I have propounded, but then, did you look things up in this light ever before? There lies my claim to fame & immortality...!

hasmukh :)

Now it is my turn to "keep the faith"

2007-10-02T22:51:00.001+05:30

Phew,

Placements season on in our b-school, and today was my first interview; failed miserably. Then I thought of listening to some sad songs and hence turned on the lappy and when I got signed into g-talk, there was a friend's status saying "Keep faith in him"

And the most amazing part was when I read the poem by Arthur King Clough, serving as my desktop, for the umpteenth time...:

SAY not the struggle not availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, things remain;

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed;
Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves vainly breaking
Seems here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.

-Arthur King Clough (1849)

It so happens that I used to sign-off my emails (and other communications) using the words "untilnextime:keep the faith".......so I believe that now, it is my turn to "keep the faith"!!!

Hasmukh :)

One small blog for man...

2007-09-29T15:04:00.003+05:30

Hey,

I have finally managed to enter the world of blogging...the credit goes to the MBA which has put me (of all the people) into the habit of continuously doing something. The third semester being officially over today and about 3 days to go for "day-0" of placements, I am left with pretty much nothing to do and have thus chosen this path.

While I am typing this, there is a spell-binding scenario seen from my fifth floor balcony. I hear the sounds of rain & thunder as the omnipresent green horizons are faded by the rain, wind causing waves in the falling water (just like what we see in Hindi films when the "actress" is standing in the rain wearing a chiffon sari and a lace blouse and is embarrassed of the situation, which of course she didn't think would arise when she was in front of the mirror!). I feel like having tea while I am looking at this, but the thought reminds me of my home.....

Home; place where I can lie in the position I want to, looking at anything I feel like, and wearing anything I am comfortable in. Home; place where the juniours are going today. Home; place where I spent 21 years of my life. Home; place which brings to my mind the most nostalgic emotions. Home; place which dictionary.com primarily defines as “a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household”, but still fails miserably to capture its meaning. Home; where you return to when you feel like you want to stop feeling. Home; place which, to me, still remains but an abstract noun.....just like a major chunk of my dictionary. Home; place where I can have the amount of tea I like, just the way i like it.

But coming back to tea, I see that the rain has stopped, the sky is clear and the spectacular window by the table (which is much more advanced than an electronic canvas) is now portraying a sunset; which tells me that I am again going to be late for tea in the mess.....I'v got to hurry!

Hasmukh :)