Forgive me this day.

Its like sharing your world within with the a few who are interested,
I have been forcing my jumble of words thru peoples throats, like it or not, well not a good practice, and I would discontinue it after this post.

I sit here in Bangalore, alone among known,
away from wife and kids on a Diwali day,
its a miserable feeling,
as I sit thru lunch at the golf course,
vikram,Venita and lovely kids,
its a family affair and I miss mine,

Festival of lights,
Parents dressed with their tots,
sweets,crackers and dresses.

I must be one moron,
sitting alone,
I am sorry,
this better be a change in plan.

Just forgive me,
when ever you can understand what I mean.

Lessons from (for) the market.

It was a panel discussion on financial turmoil, on an apt day when the stock market crashed a 1000 points. an event organised by Liberty Insitute and FNF.

Lessons that I learnt:
1) Food tastes good when shared from the same plate.
2) Fish fry and ice cream do not go well.
3) No one wants to sit in the front row.
4) The Moderator can not have an opinion, so what if he is the most suited.
5) Political fall out and comments are avoidable.

Lessons that I did not learn:

1) I am not convinced that inflation is not a problem.
2) That trade deficit is also not a problem.
3) That printing fiat money is also not a problem.
4) That only liqudity is a problem?
5) How will it affect me, if I do not get loans anyway, do not invest in stocks- basically if I live in a village, like rest of India?

Maha-Raj Thakrey

The prince has come of an age and is ready for the crowning to be Maharaj,
instead of just Raj.
As Soli puts it he is a thakrey and not thackrey.

Its a pity, how in their sane minds would Congress do such a thing. But then given their history they don't really care. They have a plan only for tomorrow, and insist on believing that chaos will always be good for them.

"Best thing I did for my country was to leave it as soon as possible" not verbatim, by George Bernard Shaw.

Raj's ploy is understandable. He is doing best that he has learnt.

why would my fellow Bihari's burn train in their cities and waste time on getting violent on the streets, get beaten up and maybe shot.
Is it to pressurise the government to arrest him, giving their own powers to the same government who is creating this Frankenstein.

All they have to do is keep getting loaded on trains and keep going there, and every where.
Mumbai has most lifts, so that is where they get to become lift men.

11 trains were cancelled yesterday to Patna. Fellow men you are making a Maharaj out this Raj.
You need opportunities, and no one can stop you from getting that, as long as you see the goal and reach there.
All Raj's will have to keep shut when they will have no choice to do without you.
You are 10% of India's populace, who can hold you back!
Punjabi's and Gujarati's made a silent revolution of migration over the years to all corners of the world. Legally or illegally.
who could stop them.
Its only when you seek the government to intervene, that Idi amin appears.

Believe in yourself, and get those trains back on the rail.

Looser

Rule 1
Never write when not in your senses.

Flout when drunk,

I am a fuckin looser,
By the standards of living mortals,

In last ten years of our association,
I convinced you to be satisfied on the cheapest air conditioner,
That too in winters,
That convection model of an oven was for westerners,
Those gold prices would fall,
A house is London was better than a simpleton in Patna,
Things had improved and it will so in future,
Two drinks is healthy,
I was traveling because it was important,
You had no idea of the stress,
I was in control,

Watching Hancock,
I realize, what a looser I have been trying to find myself,
There is no I-Me without U,
Just a note of thank U,
For just believing.

I am not a lost after all.

Eye of the beholder.

If you are a piece of art,
Which you are,
Carefully moulded and crafted,
Every bit worth observation,
Little more deeper then the depths,
A lot more than the most,

And if the masters work is actually alive,
Like you are,

What is that you would seek the most?
Which you do,
Eyes of the looker,
The smiles of the seer,
One moment of connectivity,


The looker is of course not a piece of art,
Which you are,
He is just as all are,
He does not deserve a reciprocating ecstasy,
He has but one quality,
To have recognised yours,

He is what makes you alive,
He would perhaps get scared if Mona Lisa was to actually smile,
If all of Picasso’s horses were to neigh and all of Vincent’s sunflowers moved with the sun.

My eyes, that lay in the sockets of my deformed skull,
This covered with dead skin,
Stands on a body shapeless,
But still, I have the eyes to admire your beauty, innate and ulterior.

I do not deserve similar feelings or observations,
But still my eyes are the purpose of your existence.
Just look deep, deeper than the similar depth I sought and found.
You see, Mona lisa did smile at me,
The master did recognise me.

Begging is big business, Bankruptcy Better.

"The country, a frontline ally in the US-led campaign against al-Qaida and Taliban militants, has been forced to seek $10bn from western backers to stave of the threat of going bankrupt as early as February 2009." - TOI news report

"Pakistan, which is struggling to control an escalating militant threat amid US missile strikes on its northwestern frontier with Afghanistan, requires an immediate commitment of at least $2 billion to restore confidence in the country.

China has so far not yet given any firm commitments on loans, though there were uncorroborated media reports that Mr Zardari asked China for close to $3 billion." - the telegraph, London.

"It's a crisis of the money economy, and that is very serious," says economist Qaiser Bengali.


"If we are unable to meet our debt repayment, if we're unable to pay for imports, then the wheels of agriculture and industry will certainly come to a stop. Given that Pakistan imports its oil, our aircraft and lorries will not be running without oil." -BBC

And Pakistan Spends near about Rs. 50 crores daily on Military expenses just in siachen glacier.

Now who would in normal senses do that?
or is it becasue to buy arms from china and US they would need money from the same people.
Like in india, general people in pakistan do not really care for govrnment doles in thier day to day lives. Even basic infrastructure is absent. so even if the country does go bankrupt it does not affect the poor.
However, on the other side only people who gain from beging are the benefieciaries of the government schemes, and military spendings.

You see, it business sense to beg, borrow, steal (go bankrupt)

Lord of the land.

“Land does not belong to the peasants; land belongs to either God or the king.
And in this case the government is the king” or I would add, God as well.

Subhash Chakraborty, West Bengal’s minister for transport, declares this at a rally in Calcutta and to a private news channel later. He is a politburo member.
The comrade was speaking in reference to the Singur crisis.

A debate settled in the 15th century,more so ever revisited by Marx and now forgotten by the comrade.

Right wing and left wing merge here, I am not aware of the technical jargon. I am sure even Mr. Chakraborty is not aware of what he wants to say. But this time his mouth is where his heart is.
This is the heart of the leftist. Did we hear anything about the left being closer to the peasants?
The whole idea is to concentrate authority to act King or God.
They have nothing to offer to the masses, capitalize on the hatred for the capitalist.
Let the masses know that all ills and misfortune that they are lamenting against is because of capital that does lay with the rich and few.
How can each of the poor get rich is not a solution, but how to get all the rich to get poorer is the answer.
Well that’s on the face of it,
The larger plan is to threaten the capitalist to the extent of filling their own coffers.
Use capitalist greed to grant favors.
Use poor man desperation and ignorance to gather them in a collective silence or dumbness I should say, which they call a Voice

Venus the guiding star.

Those who assume hypotheses as first principles,
Of their speculations……. may form an ingenious romance,
But a romance it will still be.

-Roger Cotes,
Preface to Sir Isaac Newton’s
Principia Mathematica
Second edition, 1713

On a dark night, among the hills of the Himalayan Kingdom, when I look at the sky, I see a bright star, brightest among them all. My knowledge tells me it is not a star but a mere planet, as if derogatory.
Today it is not about knowledge; it’s about, believing in that one single bright spot on a canvass of absolute darkness.
Life at times looks like what I see this moment. Looking for a guiding star, hypnotizing to the effect of giving you a reason to carry on.
Fickle human mind at times needs a romance that is perhaps a hypothesis.
To tide over the storms in our minds, insecurities and apprehensions.
When the weather is conducive I will look for my pole star.
More poised and constant, maybe not so bright.

To my mind, the brightness is just for me,
That is the romance, for I have no way to confirm that,
And if there was a possibility to touch and see,
Perhaps, this would not have been as romantic.

Look down oh! Venus,
You have many, whom you are guiding as well.

Enjoy the trampling.

The fourth Dimension has got people trampling over my aching body.
Time, that is, makes you enjoy pain.
There is a smirk every time my eyes go wet.

For those who have not followed my earlier posts. especially a few old friends in Washington spending hours reading my humble writings.

The Story unfolds like this.

My Father is the keeper of the Family assets handed over for centuries.
His sons feel proud to an extent of being egoistical for something that is there merely to be handedover.
There is a tug o war between the younger son and father.
Elder son, takes initiative to settle his younger brother, considering matrimony a solution.
Being denied identity by his own, the younger son and father get into a tiff, a fight that gets the son shot in his foot.
Now the son wishes to walk out of the committed matrimony.

What do I do?
For an initiative taken, I should have known of the consequences,
And if it was a responsibility that had to be accomplished, without prejudice, it was done so.
And if the situation that is today, was already forseen, then so must have been the pain.
What other way to feel the pain that one had invited.

Your Body must have been aching, so what if some bones will crackle,
Enjoy the trampling.

Happy Birthday Natty

Well This is after many years.
I remember When I first Met you at Your Sher -e-Punjab house.
Smiling faces, all three of you, clinging to each other on that cane couch.
Your Mom, Sister and You.
We had rented your house only for three months, but an acquaintance that would go so far as today, was unthinkable then.
Living in hostels, getting home cooked food, a few drinks with your dad and most of all in the company of pretty girls, was a mark of success for any hosteler.

There was an air of envy when guys knew of my Miss India Connections.
Yep, I am Sure You remember that, Pink dress material we took to that sissy designer, who marked that you would look like a candy floss.

I remember meeting chikloo at his residence somewhere around Eros cinema, you had forgotten your sunglasses and we were there to pick it up. As you sat on the Arm of the sofa he sat on, and was touching you on your bare knees. I did tell you not to take me to such sojourns.
How would have I known that he would be that father of your child one day.

All the movies we saw together, with your various crushes.
That your dad felt you were safe with me, and you took advantage.

Your poems had a different you,
your bitten nails,
had another hue,

times have changed,
so have You?

Law Of The Land

Around 7 years back, when I got back to Bihar to get my farm land in order.
I thought it would be a cake walk for a relatively educated guy like me.
I tried all that I had learnt from the text books, crop rotation, newer implements and crops.
All the effort proved futile, as we didn't have enough silos and no roads to reach the market.
We moved on to adding value to our crops by processing them, initially by renting out units.
At this point it was realized that it is better for us to have our own unit as we grew.

When we approached the bankers for a loan, which after much persuasion they agreed to some paltry amount, they wanted collateral security in form of land.

Besides the land ceiling act being quite a pain, my Father has managed to save a substantial amount of land from the goons at the government.

But the Banks can not take Agricultural land for a loan of Industrial Use. so what if it was a food processing industry. so what if the raw material came from the same fields.

We had to sell Agri land to buy urban land and then place it for collateral to secure a paltry loan which is 50% of the value of the urban land.

We are ready for exponential growth now and cant do without the banks. So we need to sell more land to get more loan.
At some point all will not be enough, and my industry will be affected, because if you are not growing you are dying.
More over, the reason this industry was setup was to add value to the farm land.

Now there will be no farm land.

The law of the land assures that,
Farmers can not be industrialist.
Farmers will not get a loan to buy a Lexus.
Farmers can only buy tractors.
Farmers should not think Big.

Of Liberal Naxals

My earlier note on Liberal Symposium and my disappointment with the fellow liberals, was not unfounded.

Sauvik mentions in his Blog, Antidote, that JP is leading a rally to close all illegal bars in Andhra.
I do not have to be more vindictive, Sauvik puts it very well and in very simple words,Very unlike FB Prize winner, that liberals are not used to understanding. The are used to jargon.
JP saab, people drink because they want to drink, smoke or gamble. Your adherence and siting of Rule of law, jargon is unfounded, as this is a mere trade, that is happening.
If anything is illegal about it, it is the law itself.
Yes, if a drunkard goes and beats up his wife, it is still a personal matter, and if she lodges a complaint, then it becomes a matter of legality.
Government and not the state entering at any point before they are sought for is illegal.

Gurucharan Das, has actually endorsed 70% - 30% for not so absolute property rights.
Today's Sunday times.

Deepak Mishra has a brilliant article on the fact file of Naxal Menace, specific to Bihar.
How the politicians have spawned and bred this ism, so that sufferers usually the poor include the politicians to take decisions for them. they are used as private armies and missionaries to settle personal scores and win elections.
inculcated to find a buyer for police arms.
It is a well known fact that Lalo had one to one relation with all the naxal / Maoist leaders.
There is more to it, then Mr. Chakravarti can sensationalize.

Sudeep Chakravarti, gave a very sensitized version of story on Naxal problem. His Latest Book, Red Sun, is on shelves, a story that goes well with the times when people want to find contradictory stories on "India Shining".
Audience, like a general populace stirs emotions on issues of police brutality.
Just get us one figure Sudeep, Who has killed more...police killed more Naxals or Naxals killed more police.
You will be surprised at the disparity.
I can write a similar story, with a human sensitized side to the police side. maybe it wont go well with the pseudo liberals.
But it will be an aspect to ponder.

Appropriate Gesture

In my ears,
I heard a loud whisper,
After many years,

The thought was kind,
thus words were well spoken,
for a good heart, there was a sober mind.

Anatomy for hearing is involuntary,
ears cant be shut,
seldom do all words find their meaning,
who decides what to keep and what to shun?

I know now,
The moment those well meaning decibels,
find a way through your body,
its feels like honey.
pure sweetness tingles you to the last cell,
soul lights up,
face brights up,
you feel free of all your worries,
eyes relent to drops of joy.

It happened to me lately,
words written for words spoken,
is it an appropriate gesture?

My World Today

Eid Mubarak!
Happy Birthday Mahatma!
Congrats Rajesh for having completed a century of posts on this Blog.

Hmmm.

terrorism has got boring, sorry to sound cold, but lately I have been delaing with a lot of cold people.
Anyway, staying alive these days is tougher than dying.

After feeling miserable and let down, again by a family,
retail therepy was the best ilaz
there was no point livng in depravity, when the people you seem to be caring for dont really care.
Neha and I, Started at 11 AM..feasted on an expensive chineese lunch, binged at stuff that we had been denying our self for a long time.
Evening, it was my daughters turn, so both of us shopped again for her daughters day present and hogged on a 18 inch pizza and a lot of chocolate.

Point on the 100th post.

These posts on this blog are about me.
They are not about a political philosphy, a business, a geography or a certain time frame.
As none are frozen, there is no such thing as an absolute,
I do not write in isolation.
There are events in my life, of past and present that determine my thoughts and action.
I rarely read back what I post,
when I sit to write I do not have an agenda,
My fingers find their way through my mind.

I am writing to myslef.
Invite people I wish to be a part of my life, in all tenses.
My aspirations, weakness, convictions and errs.

Walk Along.

Bi-Harry Poetter

If god was a potter,
who would shape his beings with his bare hands,
dancing his fingers over every line,
raising some and caving some,
signatures on the body,
that make you different.
moles, flesh, color and curves
wonder what he would be wondering when doing so,

when he would be giving you the finesse.
wonder what he would have thought when giving you a soul,
wonder what would have gone in his mind,
when he would plant you in womb,
writing on your palms the many lines,
must he remember those
which he must have drawn with same passion,
that lines of a few would intersect the ones on your hand.

does that crossing lead to another destiny,
or does he leaves us with our own choices,

is that why he leaves us a soul.
a body shaped, a mind ignited and our souls to guide us through.