ramblings, musings, confusions, understandings, limitations, crushes, friendships,dilemmas, arguments, amazements, aspirations, abilities, philosophy, mathematics, research, energy, questions, answers, inquiry, agitation, anxiety....... life
Monday, April 27, 2020
Gandhi - Epidemic and Illness
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Probably what liberals in India (and possibly in US) are missing….
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Gandhi
Sunday, April 1, 2018
From Sachin Tendulkar to Steve Smith and David Warner
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Meeting with Murakami
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Tolerance is not same as temperature
- What are the areas where we, as a country have shown volatile approach with respect to tolerance? – besides our tolerance of Indian cricket team which changes in direct correlation with their wins/losses
- What are the areas where tolerance has evolved over last few years, may be generations. What are the things that our parents had to do with permission from their parents but we do it today at our free-will?
- What are the areas where tolerance level of society directly impacts our daily life, how much the corruption in road construction impact the price of milk we buy everyday? Are the priorities of our nation in right order – if something pressing is missing, we may want to enquire and re-align.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Acknowledge!!!
Monday, April 16, 2012
Life is like that....!!

At first I did not recognize him; however his face seemed similar and known. After pressing a little harder on the memory chip, I recollected that he was my classmate from school.
On meeting him, I told him that he looked quite different in office attire and with a suitcase of course! “I have become a professional now.” He answered with a slight grin.
From his face I could gather the sense of victory he had in his mind. He had been working for a life insurance company as an agent and had done quite successfully. Later he also took up the agency work for mutual funds and other financial products.
As an MBA I have been infected with the habit of asking stereotype (yet intelligent looking) questions to all irrespective of our own knowledge about the entire story.
So I asked “what is the best and the worst part of your job?” “You MBAs are so much like each other!!! Almost everyone asks similar questions!!” He told this time with a slight disgust in his voice.
I wanted to protect the sheen of our creed, but sensing his anger I remained silent and seconded his opinion. At times people vent the anger of their failure by disparaging others, and this old pal of mine was doing the same thing.
If somebody is doing wrong, someone has to set him right! So I extended my inquiry and argument further after I thought that he had cooled off. “Questions may be similar but the way we all process answers may be different.” He looked back sternly, this time. However, I had made up my mind not to let it go this time, and elaborated on my question a bit. “What is it you think that makes your mutual fund products sell you think?” I waited for the answer, none came.
Finally, I thought to myself “One last try... Change the question a little bit more...” I asked “what do you like the most about stock markets, or mutual funds?”
“You know what…” he started answering, satisfying my hubris. “My life is very similar to that of a performance of mutual fund or Stock market over the long run, that’s what I like the most about it.” I kept quiet hoping that he would elaborate on what he just said. He did. “There may be crashes in between, due to reasons that are unfathomable, out of control or even out of imagination, but after some times the returns set the losses off. The only thing you need to have is the courage to bear the losses and time enough to let wounds heal on their own. One more thing, you should never try to understand it ahead of its time.”
I realized how Fickle is the power that we draw from our advantageous background, schooling, upbringing and qualification when it comes to stand up to some of the unavoidable circumstances that life has to offer. It’s something more than we study that really matters.
This episode taught two very significant things, first was that making inferences from limited data may be quite intelligent but it can be grossly unjust to apply that thing to individuals, we never really know what battles the other person may be fighting. And second was that life indeed is perhaps like Mutual funds and stock market, “full of ups and downs, signifying nothing!!”
Sunday, February 26, 2012
A walk on Marine Drive!

It is strange how one photograph put up on facebook can send you back in time and force you to remember all that was so close by some time back!!
Titled as “Queen’s necklace” this photograph showed Marine Drive of Mumbai. This was a place where I had spent first 8 months of my professional life. This place has lot of significance to me as it was the only source of solace in an otherwise hectic and ruthless life.
Walking on this long road was one of the favourite stress busters of mine. The place has something that takes you completely off from the present problems. It makes you reflect on larger, better and more beautiful things!!
Apart from the natural and scenic beauty that the place offers due to proximity to the sea, it is also a symbol of modern day life in many ways. A long walk along that road reflects all that the life throws at us. Road has two sides, one that goes towards all the corporate offices, workplaces, shopping complexes and hotels, the other side, as we all know is a sea face. A simple observation reveals that during office hours on weekdays you see legions of people on the other side and nights give way to crowd on the sea face side. This is truly a time when everyone switches off their official side and focus on the personal one! That sea has a great role in it I guess.
The crowd that we find there is a fairly representative of all classes. The original SOBO crowd with apparels, gadgets and a pride in their walk which differentiate them from the rest of us on that road, couples – some romancing, others fighting, professionals who are just tired of the toiling day they had in office, youngsters having good time, aged ones feeling the peace, people talking on phone while walking alone, artists, hawkers (selling everything from snacks to soda), beggars, etc.
The design of the road is such that if you are walking across you would not be too far off from people sitting on the sideline in order to have a conversation in front of the sea. A silent walker across on Marine drive inadvertently becomes a passive listener to all these conversations, debates, rifts, general talks that people sitting there are having. Following are some of the choicest conversations that a silent walker still remembers, may be because they signified something more about that place, that city, and this life.
Old man (to his wife): “He’s still in early twenties, it will take him some time to find sync with life and career… you worry unnecessarily….” As one walked half retort from his wife could be heard which said “when we were of his age………”
Man 1 (to man 2): “The problem with politics is that it is always divisive, cast, creed, religion were the divides till now, going ahead there will be classes….. we will always be fragmented.”
Man 2 replied “Yes. May be…”
Boy (to a girl): Isn’t it great to be at a place where nobody knows you, and you know nobody? Girl replied, “What does it mean, to know someone?” Since no sound came for some seconds, one was forced to cast a look at their direction; soon one could see what it means to know someone.
Young man (on phone): “that’s great news, congratulations!! Of course I will come, what are the dates? Oh Oh….. I guess it will be tad tough for me to get leaves during that time, still will check and let ya know..”
All such conversations force one to speak to oneself, about life and its possibilities…. It makes us more prepared, cautious and tolerant. One of the most brilliant things it does to you lies in assurance that whatever may be your stage, situations or worry, you are not the only one in world facing it- there are many of us in this same boat called LIFE. So Brace yourselves and counter it with all the might….
Along with this comes another realization…. It’s getting late, will have to go home and sleep or else the local of 7:58 will be missed… and the subsequent one is even more crowded!! J
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Dil se Delhi Man se Mumbai
“You don’t engage in Delhi-Mumbai argument as vigorously as others from Delhi do!!” said one of my friend’s friends. For a moment, I felt ashamed for not having rooted for Delhi, in an argument as to which of the two is a better city to live in.
Just as I was about to tell her how pathetic I found the locals, that I do not understand why people are so crazy about that Wada-Pau, that I do not like to sweat so much, that I don’t see any greatness in running around like mad for entire day and night, that I hate pronunciation of “RE” at every possible place in the sentence etc etc……. my Mumbaikar (Mumbaiya) friend chipped in, “he’s not a Delhite, he is a Gujju.”
This is the first time I felt as if a part of my being was torn away. Something very personal to me was snatched away. I had spent two years in Delhi, and really loved the place a lot. I thought myself very much as a Delhite.
Gulping this feeling, I came back home. However this little encounter made me think about the question which is a root to many heated debates, which is a better city? Delhi or Bombay?
Personally speaking, I miss Delhi. I know the reason for this is largely because of the fact that life there was surrounded by great friends and college was also great fun. Bombay on the other hand is another field. Here the people I interact with are mostly my colleagues. Friendships may develop over the time but “usme woh baat kahaan?” feeling will always be there for these colleague-friends.
In addition to fond memories, Delhi also ranks ahead in terms of the public transport. “Delhi Metro Rocks, Mumbai local sucks” was a message I sent one day to one of my friends while travelling here in locals. Arguments can be made for the kind of load that Locals take each day, but believe me efficiency can never be a substitute of discipline and good ambience. Delhi also feels lot more spacious as compared to Bombay. For those who relish space, there is no better place than Delhi.
If reading this much makes you think I am trying to be an ardent Delhite, hold your horses. Despite its all seemingly unpleasant characteristics, I find Mumbai too quite cool. One of the most important thing, different from Delhi, is that this city is run by market power and not political power!! Everything is so easily accessible and available, at its price. This fact is as risky as it is wonderful. Bombay is brimming with opportunities; there is something here for everyone. Another aspect where it ranks ahead of Delhi is overall safety of citizens. The city makes one feel at ease, at home.
Bombay and Delhi, the two biggest cities of our nation are indeed different, reasons I like them are also different. However one strand of similarity can be found from the fact that both these cities is the fact that both gives one an opportunity to meet people from entire country, entire world perhaps. And this challenging fact makes life so very interesting!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Distant dreams - Birbal and Winter night in cold water!!!

There are many stories we have heard of Akbar and Birbal. All of them mostly involve subtle and timely use of wit and wisdom to solve any issue at hand or problem faced.
One interesting story I recalled some time back was that of the poor man winning a challenge laid down by King, for standing in cold water for entire winter night. When at the end of excruciating night, this poor man demanded his prize, one of the courtiers disputed and told that throughout the night the man was staring at the two lamps lighting at the lamppost of the palace. Therefore he got the warmth from these lamps and violated the condition of standing in cold water without warming himself. He ruled the man out of court and dismissed his claim for prize.
Birbal saw this and thought that it was against what he considered just and right. He tried advocating for the man, but Akbar did not listen to him. Some days later, Birbal did not come to court. On enquiring the King got to know that Birbal has put “Khichadi” for cooking and will resume to the duty of court once the “Khichadi” is cooked. For entire month he did not come to the court, and then King himself went to his place. He found that Birbal had put on the stove on the ground and the pot containing “Khichadi” far above it.
King asked “How foolish are you? This way Khichadi can’t be cooked, it is not receiving the fire.” “Huzoor,” replied Birbal, “how can the man, then, get warmth from the lamps lighting that night. Please award him the prize he deserves.”
Enamoured by this wisdom, Akbar gave the prize to the poor man.
So far so good, but a thought crossed my mind once. Was the analogy used by Birbal fit?
Aren’t there times when we human beings actually surpass long never ending testing times by keeping our eyes on the distant dreams we have?
These dreams, though way too far for any direct effect and impact, surely have power to influence people in countering their present plights.
Who knows what dreams ran through that poor man’s mind while he was focusing on those lamps.
It is slightly unnerving to dispute with someone with so much celebrated intelligence as Birbal, but I would fancy a probability that the man was surely lighting some dream in his heart through those lamps that night. And that lamps did play a role in his being able to spend that winter night in cold water.
Do you also think so??
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Change cheated on us again......

An honest announcement of a friend of mine on a public forum regarding his disappointment in the New Year forced me to think a bit about change today.
Despite all hue and cry around it, the world had not changed the way it had promised. The euphoria created made us believe for a second that New Year will be significantly different from the one that is just going to end. In New Year, people will be kinder to each other. (As if Santa were to shower some sense and sensitivity in their minds!!) There will be some sanity in our celebrations and the considerations paid to the concern of overall well being will increase, at least marginally. So on and so forth we contemplate so many other changes that we need to implement for a better world.
The grand new day arrives, on which all these and many other hopes are pinned and what happens?
All this fall flat as a castle of cards. To sheer shock, we observe people acting even more brutally, with renewed force. Our celebrations almost anesthetize us from most of the realities. Engrossed in our life we tend to make our senses numb so that we don’t have to bother our minds with problems that others face. Corruption still flourishes. Thousands spend nights shivering while we cuddle in our warm quilts without even giving a single thought to their apathy, let alone doing anything to solve it. Foeticides continue, public money misappropriated, strikes for reservations go on…. Apart from these public pains, some private pains also keep aching millions around us.
But who cares? We are too busy to halt, think, act and make a difference to anyone else. Ask yourself, when did you last wipe of a tear from an eye??? I asked this to myself and struggled to find an answer.
It is very easy and tempting to consider the misfortunes of others as a result of their own bad deeds or mistakes or downfall. It is equally difficult to empathise and act towards making the world a little better place for others also, irrespective of the magnitude of that improvement. Somehow we have developed a habit of adopting easy routes. (Some CALL IT OPTIMIZATION!!)
Many may rub this comment off as a vent of frustration, anger or jealousy also. And accuse me of playing a spoilsport. But as they say, problems do not go away if you turn your eyes away from them.
One thing that commands some celebrations is that still we have many people who feel the disappointments for absence of some changes. So long as there is a desire for change, determination to work for it can be attained and acted upon. I firmly believe that all these (Choose your adjective: Positive/negative) forces, will confluence and lead to some of the changes we so badly need to execute.
Act while there are still some days in calendar none knows which one will be the last…. .
Sunday, July 4, 2010
And now Let Me Sleep – P K Balakrishnan
Single story, So many strands…
The epic of Mahabharata leaves so many questions unanswered. Therefore any work that puts the story of Mahabharata in perspective draws special attention. This type of literature plays significant role in the way we understand, interpret and appreciate the epic in better manner. The epic in its original form is so huge, wide and deep that it is often difficult to construe it in a single go.
The present book, “And now let me sleep” takes out the two most crucial and most emotive characters of the epic and puts their stories into a unique perspective. The story of the novel revolves around the anguish, confusions, dilemmas and evolution of the characters in the post war phase. The fact that story is based in the post war backdrop, makes it even more interesting and important.
The main strand of the story emanates from the agony of Draupadi for Karna. Yudhishthir, having known that Karna was his own brother, is in irrecoverable pain and guilt. He loathes himself for having killed his own elder brother. In this sorrow he decides to leave everything and go for penances. His detachment, over the sorrow for the death of Karna, is unthinkable for Draupadi. She is still seething in the rage over her insult by Karna when she was unrobed in front of the entire assembly. Through the counsels of various characters that Yudhishthir seeks, author sends out a profound message of insignificance of human existence. The Dialogues between Krishna and Draupadi are also very significant in shaping the understanding of the epic. Krishna tells her, “Draupadi, you have seen the face of karna in the assembly in the most cursed moment of deterioration. You have seen a wicked man laughing in intoxication at the sight of a renowned princess being unrobed in the assembly. What you saw that day was real, but you must understand that it was only a single drop in the entire ocean of a man’s existence.” This is the first time when conception of Karna starts changing in mind of Draupadi.
Slowly as the story moves Draupadi compares her grief to the grieves of other characters, Gandhari, Kunti, widowers of warriors and Karna. She realizes that her life closely resembles the life of Kunti. Another profound realization that occurs to Draupadi was that due to love for the Pandavas, various characters have often transgressed the moral limits in their conducts in Mahabharata. For example, Bhishma, Krishna and Kunti all asked Karna to fight from Pandavas’ side. She further resonates her mind that all of them were observing the duty of their love towards Pandavas, in dissuading Karna, however Karna did not have anyone to advocate his interests, he was not loved, and he was unfortunate. When she saw this in the light of the fact that the lives of his husbands is in fact the alms from Karna her view for Karna changes.
The most touching moment comes in the novel when in the end, Draupadi too, like Kunti craves that both Arjuna, and Karna remain alive, in her dream Draupadi when seeing Arjuna, shooting an arrow at Karna, she shouts, “Arjuna don’t do that, don’t do that.”
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Last half an hour

Everything was set, completed, finished, closed, sealed and packed. All those things that cannot be ended and packed were left in their own states and stages.
Eyes were observing things as if it were gulping them inside. Without any work I had taken couple of rounds of the entire house, just to see things again and again. In undue worry of “lest her son would forget something important” my mother too did two rounds of checking the entire luggage and made me see what all I was taking with me. All this while, my eyes kept falling on things that I was not taking with me.
· The old bat which had turned red due to some long practice sessions and innings
· The cupboard which contained some of the most read books, old diaries and some brilliant films.
· The couch placed right in front of the television, where so many hours of all my vacations have been spent.
· The big mango tree which used to be a resting place while playing in the backyard.
· That corner where cat had kept her kittens
There was deluge of memories in mind. I was trying, in vain, to hold the clock still.
The most difficult thing about this half an hour is that you know that after so small a time you will be going away from so many beautiful and meaningful things. YET YOU CANNOT HOLD ON TO THEM!!
During my train journey I wondered if our lives are also like that, the only difference is that we do not know which half an hour will be our LAST HALF AN HOUR!!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What happens when a fish Falls in love….. ?

However, beneath this beautiful surface, there was even more beautiful world. The world of fishes. They were all very beautiful too.
One of them was a little different. That fish was always out of the groups of other fishes, it was never found in any get-togethers of fishes. Others considered it to be snobbish.
It was not particularly snobbish fish, but it was little more reserved and introvert than others, hence it avoided going to various places. One day, when it was sitting on a stone, brooding over some philosophical thought. A crocodile came to eat it up!!!
It ran hard; crocodile ran harder; just as it was about to be eaten up the current of the river suddenly changed. River took charge of the young fish and took it way ahead of the crocodile.
From this day, fish became fan of the river. Both became close friends, they grew so fond of each other that they even forgot the basic and indelible differences that existed between them!!! They continued to cherish each other’s company for long.
One day, fish asked the river if she would marry him. River told that it was impossible, as her existence was to dissolve into the sea one day. River also told fish not to expect anything in this regard as it would be impossible for a river to marry a fish. Fish wanted to know the reasons why river considered it to be impossible. However river refused to give anymore reasons.
For days together the fish kept mulling over and over the refusal. It seemed that it could not accept it perhaps.
River occasionally spoke to fish but those conversations lacked the personal intimacy and warmth that once flourished between them. Fish tried to empty its mind, but unfortunately, its existence seemed to be the subset of the existence of the river.
Fish was in a bad condition, it could neither get out of the river, nor could it get the river out of it.!!!!!!
This happens when a fish falls in love......
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
The thing that is common in BEER and Education!!!!
Two years back there was a guest lecture by Dr. Tom, an international marketing expert, (an ex McKenzie employee) who worked for a famous beer manufacturing company. While mentioning about their operations in India he told that in India their biggest challenge was to ask people to drink but without getting drunk. Reflecting on this sentence one realizes that the challenge probably lies in customer education and in driving the customer demands properly. In short, in teaching the consumer what they should demand. Demand is inherently seen as a phenomenon largely decided and dominated by the consumers but here it seems that the product is such that consumers need to be taught as to how their demands should be.
In the same lecture we had also discussed that education sector in
Education in our country is always considered as a mean to some attainments. For most of us the reason why we study something is attached to the fact that where would that education place us. (How much money is there in it?) This is a problem not only limited to the higher education, primary, secondary and higher secondary education’s situation is even worse. Parents while choosing school for their children look how much percentage the students of the particular school have got, while this is certainly something one should consider but there are lot many things that should be (must be) considered while selecting a school. Development of a child as a person being the most important of all is thoroughly neglected.
The problem does not stop here, it begins from here. Parents and students do not know exactly what should their demands be. A student can, no doubt, demand best pedagogic techniques however that may not at all correspond with his best result. Since there is ignorance among the consumers regarding their demands, they are buying everything and anything that is offered. Starting from K.G. Nursery or pre-schools which claim to turn one’s child into MSD or Sachin or Shahrukh (or Amir) or Sania Mirza to bogus personality development institute or training institute which offer 100% placement guarantee with a small, almost invisible asterisk of course!
All this needs to be thrown away! These businesses are perhaps good for making money right now but I am sure, as the market will become mature and more and more educated, learned as to what to demand; only those institutes will survive which offer actual benefits and not illusory promises.
It is a task ahead of us to come up with ways with which we can train customers so that they demand what they rightly need. Research in the area of teaching consumers may prove very useful in time to come.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Is our life worse than the life in our Dad's generation???
Quality of life does not depend on how much you can eat but on how much you can digest. And however comic it may sound, I mean it literally. Here are some of the reasons why I believe my life is not better than generation dad and generation grand dad. My dad use to cycle a distance of 18 kilometers everyday till he purchased his first vehicle at the age of 28. The idea of just commuting for 18 kilometers even on a bike makes me feel tired. I agree that the life expectancy and average life have gone up but the reasons behind this success remain largely medical advancements and not the growth of our health.
Taking a metaphorical meaning of digestion, I’d like to tell that the education has taken a very different role in our life; the motive of cognitive growth has given a way to narrow goals of using education just as a means to some ends. The problem arising out of this is summed up beautifully by T.S. Elliot when he says,
Where is the life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom, we have lost in knowledge;
Where is the knowledge- we have lost in information?
Another crucial thing that we have not been able to carry from our past generations is the simplicity in outlook of the life. There were far bigger problems than financial recessions to terrorism, - some people of generation grand dad came to
Another reason why we have lost the simplicity is that we have become too obsessed with the narrow idea of success, there are so many among us who are caught in this vicious circle of illusory success. The means like money, machines and other life comforting instruments have become ends of our lives. The idea of simple living and high thinking is being forgotten fast. Repercussions of this are seen in growing number of students committing suicides each year.
It is easy to pass the buck of responsibility to the previous generations but let us take it, that ---
The time is out of joint, oh cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right.
I am sure that by moving closer to the roots we will surely set it right.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
And you thought it affects my life????
- · We think that losing one’s sight and hearing capacity makes one vulnerable but Helen Keller shows it is not like that.
- · We think that having pancreatic cancer was the worst blow of destiny to a man, but Steve Jobs shows it is not like that.
- · We think that it is that an athlete, who comes back after cancer, cannot perhaps play his sport anymore, well Lance Armstrong shows it is not like that.
- · Losing everything in a natural disaster means we have been hit hardest by god, but so many survivors of such brutal blows show us that it is not like that.
- · We thought that being removed disgracefully from captaincy and thrown out of team with reprimand meant an end of a sportsman’s career, but Sourav Ganguly shows us it is not like that.
So many examples are around us. It is easy to neglect them labelling them as an outlier case. What is difficult yet important for us to learn is that in all these conditions individuals faced situations which seemed, as bad as- if not worse than- death. Yet they continued, went on with force, fun and faith.
In the end, what seemed insurmountable once was only a small halt in a great journey.
Most of our problems that we face, do not really affect our life as significantly as we think they do. Think about it, believe it.