Obama would loose the presidential elections. America is not ready for them. Nither a women president nor a colored one. The writing is on the wall. If a women of a stature of Hillary rodhanm Clinton could not get nominated, neither would a colored man.
Americans lead a dual life, one in front of the camera and the other in their bars. They would kiss their wives on camera, hold hands and play with thier dogs, Family values. In a bar, they would be stuffing notes on a striptease artist, hitting colored men with bottles. History of racism is deep rooted, and anything other than white is still not american. Ofcourse, there have been civil wars for this issue. and that is precisely the reason, why america would vote out a colored man. they do not want another civil war. Polarising of Black Votes would mean concentration of white votes too. You need a BJP to revive a congress. If it was clinton, mcain did not have a chance. but now, he will have a cake walk. The more the media talks about Racism, and black candidate. worse it is going to be for Obama.
It would be music to my ears if my prophecy is wronged.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Evolove Dear Apes
“ girtey hai sair sawar maidan- e- jang mey, wo kya khak girengey jo ghutno key bal reengtey hai”
Though it does not go quite like this, it summarizes the essence. It says, “Only those who ride the beast have the courage to fall, those crawling on their knees do not have this privilege”.
There are doers and there are watchers. To do a job takes immense effort. The first step is the most difficult. Any work taken as a responsibility on self is worth admiration. It is like the first cell that broke free, the first fish that came on ground, the first frog that leaped and the first bird that flew. To take onus upon oneself to accomplish a task is the essence of life. One could get hurt in the process, and they seldom do. One has to flounder and stretch rules to reach the goal they have set for themselves, to meet their responsibilities. Not every individual is capable of doing this, which is why they still have apes, when humans already evolved.
We all know there are apes among humans too. The bureaucracy, not just in India, but world over. There are people, who would tie you to the “system” and once you learn their trick, they are left with no choice but to change the rules, shift the post. You can’t win the apes if you had to fight against them on the trees. So get them to the ground. Play by your rules and win.
Ambani’s and the clan learnt the game, rest is history. One fights these people in everyday life; the whole clan of babu’s are sitting here even in your office.
Every quotation has to be accompanied with 5 other quotes. (Of different companies). Obviously, if it is for once, one might send you quote for seeking an order, if it is repetitive over the years. One just learns to print quotes by self. One still understands the essence of auditing and requirement for transparency. The problem starts when, the Ape in your organization starts verifying those quotes. Hello, Buddy, I had a job to do, and I just did that. Any creases if left behind, should be ironed by you. Yes tell me if the job done was not up to the mark. It is because, I did the job, you have a job to do. And you are getting it wrong; we are in the same team. Working for the same goal, don’t stand conflicting me. Rather, walk beside me. Even you can be a part of evolution. Or you will just stand here and remain an ape.
Though it does not go quite like this, it summarizes the essence. It says, “Only those who ride the beast have the courage to fall, those crawling on their knees do not have this privilege”.
There are doers and there are watchers. To do a job takes immense effort. The first step is the most difficult. Any work taken as a responsibility on self is worth admiration. It is like the first cell that broke free, the first fish that came on ground, the first frog that leaped and the first bird that flew. To take onus upon oneself to accomplish a task is the essence of life. One could get hurt in the process, and they seldom do. One has to flounder and stretch rules to reach the goal they have set for themselves, to meet their responsibilities. Not every individual is capable of doing this, which is why they still have apes, when humans already evolved.
We all know there are apes among humans too. The bureaucracy, not just in India, but world over. There are people, who would tie you to the “system” and once you learn their trick, they are left with no choice but to change the rules, shift the post. You can’t win the apes if you had to fight against them on the trees. So get them to the ground. Play by your rules and win.
Ambani’s and the clan learnt the game, rest is history. One fights these people in everyday life; the whole clan of babu’s are sitting here even in your office.
Every quotation has to be accompanied with 5 other quotes. (Of different companies). Obviously, if it is for once, one might send you quote for seeking an order, if it is repetitive over the years. One just learns to print quotes by self. One still understands the essence of auditing and requirement for transparency. The problem starts when, the Ape in your organization starts verifying those quotes. Hello, Buddy, I had a job to do, and I just did that. Any creases if left behind, should be ironed by you. Yes tell me if the job done was not up to the mark. It is because, I did the job, you have a job to do. And you are getting it wrong; we are in the same team. Working for the same goal, don’t stand conflicting me. Rather, walk beside me. Even you can be a part of evolution. Or you will just stand here and remain an ape.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
YSL, Daylight Saving and Banana Republic.
YSL
The Man who made women wear pants just left this planet. YSL, a pathbreaker, inspired by Piccaso, Van Gogh, Dior. His contribuiton was more than what he did for Fashion or Style. He inspired women to have confidence, not just by dressing but carrying atttiude. Women break quite a few moulds, the day they adorn Pants.
PAKISTAN
Indian Press has not covered this one, atelast not justifiable enough. Pakistan has taken cue from thier/ our colonial rulers and have started using daylight savings, by taking their clocks one hour early in summers. For last few days, people have been missing their Namaz, school, factory and offices. General Saheb will not be affected as he is in offfice 24 x 7.
Personally I dont think it will work. England is a different country, countrymen are aware and govt. takes pain to include people in decisions like this. One does not impose things like this and expect people to follow.
I expect chaos to prevail soon.
NEPAL
King has been asked to vacate his palace. Palace is now going to be a museum. But then the king was the most important artefact and he should surely be on display.
The Man who made women wear pants just left this planet. YSL, a pathbreaker, inspired by Piccaso, Van Gogh, Dior. His contribuiton was more than what he did for Fashion or Style. He inspired women to have confidence, not just by dressing but carrying atttiude. Women break quite a few moulds, the day they adorn Pants.
PAKISTAN
Indian Press has not covered this one, atelast not justifiable enough. Pakistan has taken cue from thier/ our colonial rulers and have started using daylight savings, by taking their clocks one hour early in summers. For last few days, people have been missing their Namaz, school, factory and offices. General Saheb will not be affected as he is in offfice 24 x 7.
Personally I dont think it will work. England is a different country, countrymen are aware and govt. takes pain to include people in decisions like this. One does not impose things like this and expect people to follow.
I expect chaos to prevail soon.
NEPAL
King has been asked to vacate his palace. Palace is now going to be a museum. But then the king was the most important artefact and he should surely be on display.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
week that was..
Litchi...the season is on, weather has not been conducive. Shahi litchi, which is like Kohinoor of diamonds. does not have the usual odour or flavour. Even availability is 40% of usual. Though we started earliest in the industry, It would be an achievement to cater to all our buyers forget holding surplus. The rains have already played havoc on the traders and Farmers. But i think it is going to come as a boon to the food processing industry. due to absence of Dabur foods last year. there was surplus. they were forced to bring down rates. But this year due to low availability of the crop i don't think even Dabur will be able to get their quota. the prices should stabilize this year.It has been a busy week. with arranging everything for the 3 shift production, entertaining buyers, making the new team familiar with the core business.
Girish....is a buyer, a friend and a mentor. For last 3 seasons he has been our customer. his was the invoice no.1 for our company. He maintains our liquidity in the first week, when most needed. He also trains us in fine tuning our production, provides secret recipes and his style of management. We have surely benefited a lot from him. He drinks like a fish, but manages to stay a teetotaler thrice and a week. eats from roadside thela, enjoys local cuisine. Admires rustic Desi beauty and thinks i am a filmy zamindar who can arrange a mujra with Bipasha lookalike gyrating on the banks of ganga.Awes at the sight of Asoka pillar at vaishali, ridicules amrapali. worships like the most devout Hindu at the takht harmandir saheb, and is astonished to see beggars in the gurudwara. visits the litchi farmers at the remotest village and inspires them by making purchases. Goes to the largest and oldest litchi juice manufacturer and refuses to drink his juice...it has too much so2..preservative.
Anu...He is so ordinary that it makes him extra ordinary. one can write a book on him, possibly with all blank pages.
Thakurji..a few days back, this man had threatened to have me killed, it did put me on edge for a few hours. then i realised if the biggest player in the market can use these words, i am surely on the right track. i paid him a visit last week. it took four hours of his lecture to get a lakh out of him. continued threats of torture chamber, his boasting of being a naxal, a follower of jp, a Friend of George fernandes and a booth grabber. JP would be tossing in his grave. i had respect for this man, till i met him. not that i can predict the future. i know one thing for sure, litchika is going to have a tough time, with us being around.
Preity....it has been a busy week, though, i do not watch sports, i am going to do so today. I am going to watch this little panju girl go ecstatic on every six, cry on defeat, maintain her composure for the camera, plan strategy for the next game, share a drink with her team mates. all this while, she would be looking for acclamation from the man in her life. Ness you just wait and watch.
After more than a week of late nights, me and Neha caught up over last week's undiscussed family issues. Usually avoided by me, she was on with her stories about her family, my family, in laws, kids, neighbour's, office staff...i had my brain switched off.. then suddenly, i asked her, tell me 10 of your favourite songs. it took her a few seconds to change her frequency, and then you should have seen her face light up, all 32 visible, she was actually laughing and telling me anecdotes on each song that she was listing. I was frankly still switched off, but the smile on her face was exuberant. I have a few friends to thank for this mode of mine. it really helps.
Girish....is a buyer, a friend and a mentor. For last 3 seasons he has been our customer. his was the invoice no.1 for our company. He maintains our liquidity in the first week, when most needed. He also trains us in fine tuning our production, provides secret recipes and his style of management. We have surely benefited a lot from him. He drinks like a fish, but manages to stay a teetotaler thrice and a week. eats from roadside thela, enjoys local cuisine. Admires rustic Desi beauty and thinks i am a filmy zamindar who can arrange a mujra with Bipasha lookalike gyrating on the banks of ganga.Awes at the sight of Asoka pillar at vaishali, ridicules amrapali. worships like the most devout Hindu at the takht harmandir saheb, and is astonished to see beggars in the gurudwara. visits the litchi farmers at the remotest village and inspires them by making purchases. Goes to the largest and oldest litchi juice manufacturer and refuses to drink his juice...it has too much so2..preservative.
Anu...He is so ordinary that it makes him extra ordinary. one can write a book on him, possibly with all blank pages.
Thakurji..a few days back, this man had threatened to have me killed, it did put me on edge for a few hours. then i realised if the biggest player in the market can use these words, i am surely on the right track. i paid him a visit last week. it took four hours of his lecture to get a lakh out of him. continued threats of torture chamber, his boasting of being a naxal, a follower of jp, a Friend of George fernandes and a booth grabber. JP would be tossing in his grave. i had respect for this man, till i met him. not that i can predict the future. i know one thing for sure, litchika is going to have a tough time, with us being around.
Preity....it has been a busy week, though, i do not watch sports, i am going to do so today. I am going to watch this little panju girl go ecstatic on every six, cry on defeat, maintain her composure for the camera, plan strategy for the next game, share a drink with her team mates. all this while, she would be looking for acclamation from the man in her life. Ness you just wait and watch.
After more than a week of late nights, me and Neha caught up over last week's undiscussed family issues. Usually avoided by me, she was on with her stories about her family, my family, in laws, kids, neighbour's, office staff...i had my brain switched off.. then suddenly, i asked her, tell me 10 of your favourite songs. it took her a few seconds to change her frequency, and then you should have seen her face light up, all 32 visible, she was actually laughing and telling me anecdotes on each song that she was listing. I was frankly still switched off, but the smile on her face was exuberant. I have a few friends to thank for this mode of mine. it really helps.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Future shock
I just created history..right now, sitting in Maniyarpur, 50 Kms from patna, where there is no electricity, no landline phone, almost mud roads. I am able to access to the internet and publish my blog.
Point to prove....you dont know how the chapters in future will turn....be aware.
Point to prove....you dont know how the chapters in future will turn....be aware.
Mountain out of a mole
Earlier this month my mother had been advised for a hysterectomy (removal of uterus), by a leading gynecologist in Patna. I spoke to a lot of people on this and they were not amused at the doctor’s suggestions. I was told it is a usual thing for women in post menopause to do so, mainly to save them from any complications in their later lives.
Now, I am a little conservationist of sorts when it comes to near and dear ones getting under the knife. Especially when it’s your mother and body part discussed here is not some gangrene struck leg that had to be amputated, but the womb, where I and my brothers and sisters first originated. I know it is too much to think about a medical problem, and this was no Nandigram. My mother was having problems, but I did not think that this was the only solution.
There was another reason for my keenness on taking a second opinion. The doctor, in brief, is pretty, good to me, explains things in detail and the best part is the way she wears her saree. It’s an attitude that shows, pink usually. For a mother of three, she has a perfect belly and there are a few women who can wear their saree below navel. That too in Patna, pulled and folded upwards, with visible ankles, to make her running around in the hospital easier. Now, that is a mix of attitude, professionalism and bindaas.
Doctors in patna see on an average of 100 to 200 patients every day. Symptoms are common and so is the cure. They do not have the time to look at every patients face and spend time explaining things. So I quick hi! And she has the same advise for my mom as well. “Its ok, it’s a common thing get it removed”. With the best of my words, I try to explain my fears and apprehensions. After a glance at me, she agrees to take a deeper look at the case. She tells me, “we usually don’t do this, but you don’t get people like you, who try to make such an emotional issue over a dysfunctional organ”.
After much deliberation, she comes back with her trade mark, attitude grin. “Good news, you can keep your original apartment” and then she goes on to explain the intricacies of the female private parts, gesturing with her hands, usually I get uncomfortable, women talking like that, men have their own fantasies of those organs and it is quite harsh to make it look like a piece of some human machine. But, she has a way to explain with utmost care.
I understand every bit of it; I also understand one thing that she did not explain.
One was about politics and the other is about modern medical science.
Its about socialism, it’s about denying individuality.
Its about considering population or the people of the state to be the biggest problem.
The congress men led by the enthusiastic team of Sanjay Gandhi, in the seventies, went on a spree to control population. “Family Planning”.
People started to believe in the governments and disbelieve in themselves. They could no longer think for themselves. My parents also heeded the advice of the govt. and planned their families. My mother’s problem started then.( the doc told me so) It was not just about my mom’s problem, it was about all the mom’s who went thru that trauma and are living it everyday till day. Its about mothers to be. It is about a culture that we have in legacy. It is about denial of right to think for oneself.
Hypocrite’s and his men must be some 1600 old, human body is 50000 years old. I don’t think they have a right to take away a part of your body, just because it is a common phenomenon, not understanding that body evolves, it generates convineince for itself. Every ounce in your body is balanced on some other ounce. It would affect the functioning of some other parts if one part is removed. Munna bhai’s japphi yields more results than all the antibiotics put together. Medical science might have a technical name for it.
......is that’s how one makes a mountain out of a mole?
Now, I am a little conservationist of sorts when it comes to near and dear ones getting under the knife. Especially when it’s your mother and body part discussed here is not some gangrene struck leg that had to be amputated, but the womb, where I and my brothers and sisters first originated. I know it is too much to think about a medical problem, and this was no Nandigram. My mother was having problems, but I did not think that this was the only solution.
There was another reason for my keenness on taking a second opinion. The doctor, in brief, is pretty, good to me, explains things in detail and the best part is the way she wears her saree. It’s an attitude that shows, pink usually. For a mother of three, she has a perfect belly and there are a few women who can wear their saree below navel. That too in Patna, pulled and folded upwards, with visible ankles, to make her running around in the hospital easier. Now, that is a mix of attitude, professionalism and bindaas.
Doctors in patna see on an average of 100 to 200 patients every day. Symptoms are common and so is the cure. They do not have the time to look at every patients face and spend time explaining things. So I quick hi! And she has the same advise for my mom as well. “Its ok, it’s a common thing get it removed”. With the best of my words, I try to explain my fears and apprehensions. After a glance at me, she agrees to take a deeper look at the case. She tells me, “we usually don’t do this, but you don’t get people like you, who try to make such an emotional issue over a dysfunctional organ”.
After much deliberation, she comes back with her trade mark, attitude grin. “Good news, you can keep your original apartment” and then she goes on to explain the intricacies of the female private parts, gesturing with her hands, usually I get uncomfortable, women talking like that, men have their own fantasies of those organs and it is quite harsh to make it look like a piece of some human machine. But, she has a way to explain with utmost care.
I understand every bit of it; I also understand one thing that she did not explain.
One was about politics and the other is about modern medical science.
Its about socialism, it’s about denying individuality.
Its about considering population or the people of the state to be the biggest problem.
The congress men led by the enthusiastic team of Sanjay Gandhi, in the seventies, went on a spree to control population. “Family Planning”.
People started to believe in the governments and disbelieve in themselves. They could no longer think for themselves. My parents also heeded the advice of the govt. and planned their families. My mother’s problem started then.( the doc told me so) It was not just about my mom’s problem, it was about all the mom’s who went thru that trauma and are living it everyday till day. Its about mothers to be. It is about a culture that we have in legacy. It is about denial of right to think for oneself.
Hypocrite’s and his men must be some 1600 old, human body is 50000 years old. I don’t think they have a right to take away a part of your body, just because it is a common phenomenon, not understanding that body evolves, it generates convineince for itself. Every ounce in your body is balanced on some other ounce. It would affect the functioning of some other parts if one part is removed. Munna bhai’s japphi yields more results than all the antibiotics put together. Medical science might have a technical name for it.
......is that’s how one makes a mountain out of a mole?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
WISH YOU WERE HERE
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,blue skies from pain.Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?Hot air for a cool breeze?Cold comfort for change?And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?How I wish, how I wish you were here.We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.Wish you were here.
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