More Smiles per hour...:-)

The Cup that counts...

2011-04-04T02:37:00.005+05:30

It was the 13th of March, 1996. The target on the board was 252. Of those, 98 had already been knocked down at the cost of only one wicket. A cr0wd of 100,000 eagerly supported their hero. He had made 65 of those 98 and looked on course for a big 100.

The explosive star from the other team failed to shine with the bat earlier that day. Now, he was attempting to have a go with the ball. The crowd expected nothing but more runs from this.

It was evident that the Little Master was trying hard to concentrate. But there was something not right. What was he thinking? Was he thinking too far ahead instead of the approaching ball? Was he thinking about the upcoming final?

And then came the ball down the leg side. Clearly a wide. The Little Master suddenly lost his balance and his right foot lost contact with the ground. The guy behind the stumps was patiently waiting for this very moment. He quickly took the bails off and the Master's innings was over. Off a wide. The crowd was wide-eyed in despair. A collective groan echoed around the Eden Gardens. The Lankans went up in glee. The Master could not believe it. He had lost the plot that day.

And then the collapse! 98/1 to 120/8 as the opposition team celebrated with glee. The crowd could not take it anymore. Enough was enough. Stones and bottles traced their parabolic trajectory to land on the field. A nation was let down by the heroes it idolized. And the Eden Gardens was venting its anger.

The insult and injury had to be avenged. Experts and ex-players criticized the crowd not being sporty. But who said it was just another sport to the crowd? The Eden Gardens and the rest of the nation was united in their allegiance to the religion of cricket. That day went down as the darkest moment of Indian Cricket.

That day, one of two childhood friends walked away with tears of sorrow in his eyes.

7 years on, it's 23rd of March, 2003. India vs Australia in the World Cup final. It appeared that the GOD would get his first World Cup medal. But the immature Zaheer was foolish enough to try sledging the mighty Matt and the cool Adam. He got clobbered for 15 runs off his first over and it was an ominous start. Australia put up 359/2 in their 50 overs and it was clear that only GOD could win it for India.

The first three balls fetched no runs and the nation held its breath. The fourth ball off McGrath was dispatched to the cover boundary in a divine fashion. The nation applauded. It sensed that there could be something special that evening.

But it was not to be. The very next ball, disaster struck. A slower ball from the wily Glenn and the GOD fell for it. A billion hearts were broken.

Another 8 years on. It's 2nd of April, 2011. It's the same two teams that had met 15 years ago. But only 1 player in each team has survived from that game 15 years ago. It's the newly made Wankhede stadium in the Well-known Island of Mumbai in Western India (WIMWI). The stage is different and the occasion is grander.

Toss time. The coin was flipped and Kumar had made a call. It looked like India had won the toss when Sangakkara feigned confusion. Since the outcome of the toss was known and Sanga knew what he had called for (notwithstanding the noisy crowd), "sportsman spirit" would have demanded that Sanga own up to his call, even if that meant losing the toss. But you cannot expect that from Sri Lanka. A team that goes on batting from the second day to the last of a Test Match on a dead track after the team batting first has declared and which bowls a wide to prevent a batsman from getting his hundred clearly does not comprehend the phrase "sportsman spirit".

This match had to be won by India. For the GOD and for the religion of cricket.

Zaheer again had the new ball. But the result this time was vastly different. He returned an amazing opening spell of 3 maidens in 5 overs with a wicket (wickut, as the Lankans call it). It was a good start. But by the end of the innings, the Lankans had a managed to put up a massive score of 274, with that hated Mahela getting a century.

No one had scored a century on the losing side ever before in a World Cup final. Only twice of 9 world cup finals were won chasing before this one. No team had won the World Cup on home soil. The odds were stacked high against India.

Out came the Lord and the GOD of Indian cricket. The Lord fell off just the second ball to the slinger. Would it be a repeat of the 2003 final? No, the GOD was still out there. People believed it was his night. He was soon stroking the ball well and the nation hoped that the GOD would make a ton of tons that night.

But again it was not to be. Just one loose shot and the GOD also fell to the slinger. A billion hearts were broken. The crowd was stunned into silence. This could not be happening. This was not true? India cannot lose this one. Not to Lanka.

It was time to change position. I went with a friend to the same place where we'd watched India beat Pak in the semis. This was the lucky place for India, we reasoned. And blamed ourselves for not having realized this before, which cost the GOD's wicket.

That seemed to work as the cool and confident new face of Indian cricket emerged to salvage the match and the nation's pride. Captain MSD came out after Kohli fell at a difficult point in the innings. Was it strong leadership or was it merely having a left-right combination? Whatever it was, the duo of Gauti and Dhoni made sure that the Lankan bowlers had sagged shoulders and despaired faces. Gauti missed out on his ton but the damage was done and with in-form Yuvi next in, it was India's match from there on.

Dhoni finished off the Lankans with a massive six and a nation erupted in joy. That moment is one of the most memorable ones from two decades of following this game. The night-long celebrations and the drive to India Gate to witness the followers of a religion that binds this country were legendary.

And why not? It was the crowning moment for the legend that had enthralled the nation for over two decades. It was the night when Team India had won the Cup that counts for the Little Master. As Kohli aptly put it after he and Raina carried Sachin around the Wankhede, "Sachin has carried the burden of the nation for 21 years. It's only fair we carry him now".

That day, the other childhood friend walked away with tears of joy in his eyes and the Cup that counted in his hands.

Note: Though I have intermittently blogged elsewhere, it was only fitting that I put this particular post here, in memory of the post four years ago. And hasn't the dream come true! :-) And even the exit in 2007 had come against Sri Lanka. How very fitting the victory of 2nd April 2011 has been!!

The Victor Boy is Back!!

2010-01-17T22:24:00.003+05:30

So 2009 was the peak of the recession out here with zero posts!

Sad, but that does not mean I have not been writing at all... I now have an alternate blog identity here.

But the fact that today, my bike (The TVS Victor, which was the inspiration for this blog title) has been repaired today (after being out of order for the whole of 2009) marks a good occasion to make a comeback on this blog. :-)

What will follow? Nothing in particular. Thoughts, experiences, bike trips, interesting snippets, etc. In short, pure unadulterated randomness...

Eurotrip-II

2008-11-05T00:29:00.002+05:30

Long time no blog?! That is very normal as far as this blog is concerned!

But this time it is special... I am in the midst of the second Eurotrip of my life! :-)

A brief overview of the trip so far...

No. of countries planned to cover in the original plan: 21

No. of countries covered so far: 11

Most loved country: Of course, Switzerland!

Best evening: On top of a sparkling Eiffel Tower.

Best Party: Visum Pub Crawl!

Best Souvenir: Oktoberfest Mug

I have been traveling too much to get time for anything on the blog but sooner rather than later, I will post the most memorable snaps of the trip...

Till then,

Viel Spass! :D

The Undercover Economist

2008-05-11T23:34:00.000+05:30

Economics is one subject that has special appeal to anyone who ever wonders why things happening around him are the way they exist. It tries to explain the mysterious myth that people refer to as "Common Sense" or as Adam Smith called it - The Invisible Hand.

However, over the years, economics, like religion, has become undecipherable for the common people whose actions it tries to explain! Quite ironic, isn't it?

But then, economics really need not be as arcane as it is made out to be. Tim Harford gives you a chance to be The Undercover Economist!

Beginning over a cup of coffee, Harford the question "Who pays for your coffee?" Something that we would not normally get ourselves to think about though it appears to be a very natural and innocent question. The book expertly introduces the concept of marginality that is the basis any economic analysis while attempting to answer the question. Herein comes the most powerful insight from economics (and which has easy applicability almost everywhere in life): "Strength comes from scarcity." The simple sentence that explains both the buyer and supplier powers in the Porter's model, why coffee bars located in popular places have to pay more rent, why workers want governments to work against immigration, and pretty much everything else!

The book then moves on to first degree and second degree price discrimination (oh that reminds me of first Term!) . The two ways that can be used to eat up into the so called consumer surplus, the difference between the maximum value you would be willing to pay for something and the price that you end up paying in the market. The discussion is kept simple and lucid and Harford also shows how price discrimination is not always bad (read inefficient). Inefficiency means that in the current situation, no person can be made better off without making someone else worse off. I think it will be wasteful for me to explain in greater detail here because the book has done a much better job of it (in line with the Theory of Comparative Advantage).

Next comes the critical analysis of markets and market failures. Here, it is again refreshing to find that Harford has not lost focus and does not get too much involved about the all-encompassing power of markets. As he says, markets are merely a means of finding the truth about what people desire through the price mechanism and market failures occur when the ability of the market to determine this truth is hindered. Even the term externality has been effectively defined as something where negotiations between the affected parties are not possible.

The keyhole economics, that he suggests to counter market failures, is insightful. What it means is that government policies should target the problem exactly where it occurs in a manner that is least disruptive to the functioning of markets and their ability to discover the truth. He uses this to address the social insurance problem and containing public spending on insurance. He focuses on the key issues of adverse selection and availability of information. He shows how passing the responsibility of making the choice about treatment from the insurance company to the patient can help curtail the social insurance bill whilst ensuring that no one spends too much on medical expenses (through catastrophic insurance).

The undercover economist also touches upon the issue of lemons in the market, why stock markets crash and why poor countries are poor. The conversational approach of the book gets the reader involved into the subject while giving the reader merely the right direction to thinking. The concluding parts of the book provide a comprehensive perspective of globalization and how it is not as bad as it is made out to be. We often hear about big companies having "sub-human" working conditions in their factories in developing countries and the outcry against them in the media. However, we seldom realize that the conditions of the workers should be compared to what they would be in the absence of the factory (they would not even have two meals a day!) rather than sentimentally comparing them with the conditions that developed countries consider as human. The book allows you to think about all these issues with a great degree of the "fairness question" in a more rational manner. One realizes how sweatshops are better than the alternatives and without doubt, starvation.

Finally, the book sheds some light on the growth of China since the late seventies and how the Maoist Great Leap Forward never really worked because it stifled the market and discovery of truth. How investing for the future and growing out of the plan helped China unleash the great growth potential for economic development.

After all, economics is about people and economic growth is about a better life for individuals - more choice, less fear and less hardships. An understanding of this fact is critical to what we think about economic policies and everything that is happening around us.

RBV +ve

2008-01-07T20:29:00.003+05:30

Red-bricked Virus (RBV): The virus that has an irreversible effect on the victim's mind. Unlike other viruses that may affect the body or reduce the immunity to certain biological diseases, the RBV changes the way of thinking of the victim in a subtle manner and reduces the immunity to irrational thought. The virus is found to have some of its most serious victims among students at the Well-known Institute of Management in Western India (WIMWI) but milder variants may be found elsewhere. The influence of the virus quickly permeates any action/event/thought in the life of the victim and the victim loses the ability to just accept things at face value without understanding them.

The symptoms of being affected by the RBV are pretty obvious.

One starts viewing life as a real option and tries to value it using the Black-Scholes formula.
One always thinks about the opportunity cost of anything one does in life.
One is able to quickly identify the relevant costs in life.
One begins with the macro-environment analysis whenever confronted with a problem.
Every advertisement on television speaks about its segmentation, targeting and positioning in a much more obvious manner.
Advanced victims of the virus have been found to apply the Porter's Five Forces Analysis to any conceivable situation.
One revels at the Martian view (global view of the highest level) of everything in life.
And as is obvious, one finds it natural to present one's point of view through bullet-points.

But despite the many times when one would just want to think simple and take things at face value, the RBV adds that intangible spice that will change life forever. So one has the choice to enter the furnace and keep walking or to just choose a life of blissful ignorance. The choice is yours. Ready to value the real option?

2008 arriveth..

2008-01-04T21:49:00.000+05:30

Finally Curtains on 2007.. A year full of memories.. good, bad and ugly... now it is history..
Lots of memories to carry from Modelytics.. First Marathon Run.. An eventful six months at WIMWI.. and that leaves a huge backlog on my blog.. Several posts written half-way and left incomplete in the flurry of events that was 2007..

Now that I am lazying around in my term break, I am planning to catch up with these old posts.. After all, what has begun must reach an end.. So, the first resolution for the new year is to complete the blog backlog..

Welcome 2008! But some of your time will be spent to catch up on your predecessor...

Rules of thumb...

2007-12-06T19:05:00.000+05:30

Studying EEP from Macroeconomics by Greg Mankiw is an experience.. Not many people write a book from the perspective of the reader (called the market concept of competition in marketing terms) and hence end up rambling about things that concern them rather than their reader (I am stating this at the risk of exhibiting the same malaise).
When you read Mankiw, you gradually uncover an engrossing story that is macroeconomics and ideas that never occurred to you thus far in life seem to be naturally extending from common sense.. And then suddenly some concept comes up that you don't really understand and then you begin to even doubt what you had understood so far.. This throws you a few chapters back but you emerge back stronger and with more clarity of concepts.
Recently i came across a paper by Mankiw wherein he spoke on his six rules of thumb. Now I know how Mankiw managed to write his brilliant book without losing focus of his audience's needs. Definitely a good read.
On a tangential note, in case you have not seen the video on the ten laws of economics, there is no better way to have a positive economic profit.
Here it goes... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVp8UGjECt4

Second anniversary

2007-11-21T04:28:00.000+05:30

20th November 2005.. Attempted the CAT for the first time and wrote my first blog post..
20th November 2007.. After 2 attempts at the CAT, am sitting in WIMWI preparing a marketing presentation.. Life has changed so much in these two years.. So many people have moved in and out of life.. The constant metamorphosis continues...

Happy Birthday to "thevictorboy"

Yippeee! I go to WIMWI!

2007-05-19T12:25:00.001+05:30

Note: Just realized years later that I have left many memorable posts incomplete. There have been several blog posts over the years which I wanted to write (I used to write the title and let it remain in the hope that I will write sometime later). I kinda regret that laziness because I failed to capture some brilliant moments like leaving from Bangalore and my unprepared run at the Bangalore midnight marathon. I don't think I can complete those posts now and so I instead deleted the drafts. But this one post was about 70-80% complete and hence, I felt, better late than never!

For the umpteenth time, I have had a long long break from blogosphere.. The things and events that have occurred in the meantime are just too many to narrate... So, to cover up my backlog on the blogging front, here is the narration of one of the most memorable days in my life.. The day when life changed from agony to ecstasy.. and the change was not so smooth after all..

It began with the dawn of the much-awaited 27th of April. The previous day, the revered DHRM had reluctantly agreed to end the Cruciatus curse that it had cast on the many aspirants of CAT 2006 who were eagerly waiting to be let into one of the six coveted institutes.

I reached office early and was feeling all the anxiousness all over again. After 15 days of facing the question "When will the results be announced?", the situation had suddenly changed to "What the results would be?" I had felt that the delayed results would just wash away all the excitement of results. But that was not to be.

The first blow came at about 1:30 pm when IIMC came out with their results. And the institute was sorry to inform that I was not among the list of candidates selected for the PGDM program at IIM-Cal for 2007-09. Well, I knew C was one of my worse performances at the GD/PI stage but the sting of the first reject was painful nevertheless.

It was a rather light lunch thereafter, given that 5 more were to go. I got a call from another colleague (who had all calls but A) and he had made it to C. I congratulated him and talked about not getting through and he gave me all the gyaan on patience and staying relaxed. Yes. I smiled to myself. "It's just one of the six", I thought. Five more to go.

There was certainly no way to keep concentrating on work and my boss, Gaurav, was well aware of it. About 2:45 in the afternoon, given the tense atmosphere, Pappu (a senior colleague) suggested to have a walk out for an ice-cream. The rest of my team had my login details and were checking the results periodically.

We reached the ice-cream store and ordered some chocolate flavor. We tried to talk about something unconnected with CAT. Pappu tried to crack a joke or two and it lightened the moment.

And then the phone buzzed! It was my colleague Prady. "Dude, you've made it to I", he said. "Oh great. Thanks!" I replied, certainly relieved. Well, having six calls, people would have thought that getting into Indore was no big deal but it was indeed a big deal for me. At least I had cracked one of the IIMs! :-)

Well, we soon finished off the ice-cream and were on the way back when the phone buzzed again. This time it was Kozhikode. I had made through God's own IIM! I silently congratulated myself.

And by the time I had reached office, there was a wave of congratulations amid which, another colleague Ramlal announced that Lucknow was done as well! So 3 of 6 in the bag!

Then there was a gap for some time it was close to 4pm. No more results coming out. Gaurav suggested that we go out for our evening chai and biscuits. It was a treat from me to the team. Just a starter treat, of course.

The two big ones, A and B, were still out there. Would I get through. I was more confident of getting through B than through A. I thought back on the interview. I could look at it as being positive as well as negative. It all depended on how I wanted to look at it. The interview was done and the only thing to do now was to wait.

Gaurav thought that we may as well get back to doing some work in the meantime. So we were talking about something when my phone rang one more time. This time, it was my dad. And the happiness in his voice was almost evident. His words "Congrats. A madhye jhala" are the only ones I remember now. I just smiled and whispered A to Gaurav and walked out. I spoke with parents for about 5 minutes. And then the flow of congratulations began!

The rest of the evening was just surreal and I had at least a couple of dozen phone calls. In the middle of it all, someone told me that I hadn't made it to B but then who cared! The Well-kn0wn Institute of Management in Western India had admitted me! It was a dream come true!

I left from office at 10PM that day. 27th April 2007 is certainly one of the most memorable days of my life.

Two weeks of agony

2007-05-17T15:36:00.000+05:30

I have had a long break from active blogging. And that was because I was living in a dream. But before that golden dream was a very dark phase. The two weeks from April 12th to 26th.

The final results for the admissions to the IIMs were withheld because of the quota issue. And the D-Day which was supposed to be 12th April was pushed back several times. I spent most of the time on Pagalguy (for the uninitiated, it is THE MBA discussion for anything related to CAT).

So here is how a typical day at office after April 12th went:

I reach office around 12. Actually it is just about 12 and so I am tempted to put 11:55 in the register (It has a kind of psychological effect that I at least reached office in the morning). I see the security person and say with a smile, "Good Morning!"
He frowns. Looks at it watch and replies, " Good Afternoon Sir!"
I give him a frown (and he is smiling now; That security guard is a sadist, I tell you).

Entering office, most of the people have already come in and everyone looks up to me with a questioning face. Then while I am just logging in, someone comes about and asks "Kya yaar! Results aa gaye kya?" And though I am mightily irritated by this question, I try to put up a smile and say, "Nahi re.. Abhi tak toh nahi aaye.. Dekhte hai aaj ki news mein kya hai?"

I settle myself into the chair, drink some water (how nice that I don't even have to get up from my place to fetch water!) and run through Outlook with a detached attitude. There is always a Good Morning mail from my sister (along with some sort of inspirational message) and I wonder when was the last time I read a Good Morning mail in the morning. Within five minutes, I am done with checking my mails and I am already onto PaGalGuY on the "Results frozen" thread for the latest developments on the quota issue. Also, I use Google News to keep track of any news on that issue.

Another 15-20 minutes and I am through with updating myself (though the update is only that the Govt is trying "all legal and constitutional measures" to resolve the quota issue and is "acting in the best interests of students from all sections of the society"). I curse the govt and the politicians who are always emphasizing the "sections" in our society. It is now time for my morning(?) tea and I look for people to accompany me to the canteen outside office. Almost always, I do find someone to come along (either willingly or unwillingly after my coaxing) and I try to rid myself of thoughts about the quota and results. But whenever I do not want to think of something, that is exactly what I am thinking about (some sort of Murphy's Law) and I find myself utterly depressed and helpless. Nevertheless, I enjoy the small walk to the canteen and the cup of tea does help me relax myself.

The next one hour is spent with several refreshes of both the Results Frozen thread and the Google News Page (the latter does reload by itself periodically but then it always feel better to see a page reloading before your eyes). There is some intermittent work to be done but I either delegate it to an intern (our precious Murgi :P) or just do it myself with the least possible amount of interest and concentration.

And then it is lunch time. Either I am feeling damn hungry because I want to be somehow away from the workplace (to stop refreshing those forum pages) or my colleagues have had some sort of Lembas bread that keeps them from feeling hunger. The next fifteen minutes are spent coaxing people to drop whatever they are doing and go out for lunch immediately. But then the next question that comes forth is, "Where do we go for lunch?" There are really very few options at this and the scorching sun adds further to our misery. Most of the times we have to wait for about 10-15 min before we get a place to sit in the restaurant (Bangalore definitely needs more good quality restaurants). The food does not interest me at all and I simply try to divert my mind from any thoughts of the results. The company of my friends at lunch lightens my mood and I am cheerful again on my way back.

Again some more time spent refreshing news pages and cursing the government and then reluctantly trying to concentrate at the work at hand. Solving a couple of sudokus in the afternoon helps keep sleep at bay. Soon enough, it is 4:30PM and I find willing company for a cup of tea. More often than not, the tea time discussions drift to CAT results and the childish behavior of the government but it again helps to vent out the frustration. I return and post a few replies on Pagalguy after having read the afternoon updates. Most of these updates are frustrations of working junta all over India who are narrating their woes and easing their pain. The mutual support of PG members for each other was simply amazing. Once in a while though, someone posts a fake result link that makes my heart jump. But the most I can do is post an angry response or read other angry responses. I feel utterly depressed as if a Dementor in the form of AS is sucking out every happy emotion out of me.

The evening has more work for me. The work is quite boring stuff; nothing new. But then it had stopped being anything new a long time back. Why am I feeling the intensity of boredom at work so strongly now? Probably I can blame it on the MHRD. How can they announce a meeting to be held at 8pm, meet at 8:45pm and then after 45 min decide that some allies are not represented and just postpone it to the next day? That is the height of irresponsibility. And in the meantime, the news channels are playing havoc by spreading rumors and making equivocal headlines. "Down with coalition politics and free media!", I scream silently.

Another day goes down and no results are out. People are more worried about when the results would be declared rather than what the result would be. But still there is that mystical thing called hope which keeps us going through yet another day just like the earlier one. And life moves on. Will write soon about THE D-DAY (27th April).

A la Wonderla...

2007-04-11T11:05:00.000+05:30

I got up at 9:30AM. It was some day in the middle of the week; but I could not readily figure out whether it was Wednesday or Thursday. It is usually difficult to distinguish between Wednesdays and Thursdays; you know that it has been quite some time since the weekend but you don't recall how many days. After all, a routine day at office is as good (or as bad) as another. I was feeling the dizzyness from waking at this untimely hour.Moreover, my right eye was sore due to some reason. The only bright side was that now I had the time to go downstairs and have a cup of tea and then read the newspaper before leaving for office.

Within an hour and a half, I was on my way to office. The April sun was getting oppressive. The mercury seemed to be headed north day after day. I was pleased to find an auto right away. It was the kind of start to a day that makes one feel cheerful. But that was not to last too long. The auto driver tried to act too smart and broke lanes at a traffic signal only to result in utter chaos and a traffic jam both ways. So many vehicles were idling away due to one stupid move from an auto driver and we were not only burning so much of fossil fuel but also pumping out so much of those gases which would push the mercury still further. Moreover, just wonder the number of people-hours lost in the jam. And this was just one road in one of the cities of India. I remembered that quote from the most intelligent person of the last century: Two things are infinite; the universe and human stupidity and I am not sure about the former.

I reached office and it was BAU (Business As Usual). People checking mails and news and other general stuff on the net. Some of them discussing complex things (matters of consequence may be). Soon it was lunch time and I and Kadam met Ramkumar downstairs. The other people around were ZOD, Prady and Pramod. (A more detailed description of the people involved in this blog will appear sometime later in a separate post.) It was then that the idea of making a trip to Wonderla came up and we all jumped on it. Pramod showered heaps of praise on it but then backed off saying he had been there just a week ago (that f*cker!) . But the decision had been made. We were off to Wonderla on the weekend. We got further recruits in Kamesh and Nikesh.

Now was the crucial part. We were supposed to meet at office on Saturday at 9AM. The best I managed to wake up was 9:15AM and found several missed calls on my cell. Thanks to Prady and his Apache, I managed to reach the rendezvous point at 9:45AM. ZOD was seething with anger and the moment we arrived, we were greeted with a live Howler from ZOD. However, the problem is that when ZOD gets angry, you just can't stop laughing. This angers him still further and the chain reaction continues and finally ending with ZOD heaving deep breaths and shifting his weight from one foot to another (You have got to see that to enjoy it!).

Soon we were on our way to Wonderla and cruising at a brisk speed (normally unreachable on city roads) and after one brief pitstop to get fuel, we reached Wonderla around 11AM. The first impression was very good and I knew it would be memorable being here. Rather than waste a few thousand words, here is the first impression.. The refreshing breeze is quite evident isn't it?

After shelling out Rs. 540 per head and also with the natural beauty around, it was a very pleasant start. There were too many rides to enjoy and time was short. So we began with the most thrilling ones!

The first ride was Maverick. A very innocent looking one at the outset but multiple 360 deg turns in quick succession followed by weird turns at 45 deg from the ground had our heads spinning. And the unfortunate part was six of us went together whereas Nikesh went in the next round. The poor fella was so scared that he was just holding his head with eyes shut and the terror kept him from coming to many other rides later.

The next to follow was Insanity and it was pairs of people randomly arranged at different positions and then it starts turning insanely in all directions at high speeds. The background music of Du Hast Mich (Rammstein) added to the atmo and it was thoroughly enjoyable. We had another round of this insane stuff and it was awesome. In fact I would term it LEGENDARY! :P

Next followed the Pirate Ship (Total bachcha stuff but we took the pleasure of screaming nonetheless), a bit of rope climbing, Vertical Fall (thought it would be very exciting but not quite compared to earlier rides; we could have a good top view of the entire place though!) and a few others (I don't recall all the names!). We were all damn hungry and all the turning and spinning had churned our stomachs. We relished some manchurian stuff, fried rice and sandwiches sitting near the water pools. And then it was time to chill out in the water during the afternoon. Some pics to give a feel of the relaxed mood. (Lo! I saved another couple of thousand words!)

The next item on the agenda were the hourly waves in the waterpool that rose upto a few metres and one had to jump up at the exact point of arrival of the crest to stay over the water. Initially, I was not able to get the timing accurate and frequently ended up being submerged in water (I am no swimmer!) The thrill of being in water and enjoying the waves was too much to resist and soon, I had improved my timing and managed to stay afloat (well, most of the times!)

As the waves were about to end after 15 min of total masti, I found that things around me were appearing blur. I thought that it was the effect of the water on my eyes till suddenly it dawned on me! My glasses were not where they should be! We were all on the mission glassesfinder and I even crossed some barriers I was not supposed to cross! Just in search of my glasses! This got the helpers around frantic and they angrily advised me to go back behind the LoC. (I had accidently entered the all-female part of the pool :P) The helper guy promptly brought forward a fishing net and got my glasses out. How nice to have a clear vision again! Albeit with a few scratches.. But I was not the only one whose glasses were damaged. The ZOD had lost his glasses too and he sent nbd waves in the pool after the regular waves. He found them later too but they were broken and no longer usable. This was yet another proof that the universe had conspired against ZOD (when my glasses just had a few scratches, why should it be that his were totally unusable?) Unfair-e-yaar!!

The late afternoon was marked by awesome water slides. The twists and turns on these slides were einfach klase! The sinuous tunnels which wound their way down from the third floor like huge serpents swallowing you down their winding bodies until you saw light after maybe 30 seconds (but which seemed like hours!) The water slides were so numerous that we lost count of the number of times we made our way up and down the stairs enjoying every bit of it. But the climax of them all were the near vertical fall (at an angle of 70 deg to the ground). You could see the setting sun as you made your way from a height of three floors to the pool below. The impact on ur back when u reach the base leaves you stunned to say the least. It was a once in a lifetime experience (at least the life so far!).

It was evening time and we had a few snacks before changing into dry clothes. We had a few more rides to go to.. But the most thrilling of them was the Hurricane.. Moving and twisting at slower speeds is actually more painful than the speed of Insanity. And the sudden gear changes were too much. And even my seat belt came kinda loose in the middle of that! The last ride that we could get after this was the Great Giant wheel whose base itself was some 15 storeys above the ground. The view around was beautiful and it's slothful movement was very soothing.

The return journey took us a bit longer and we ended the day with some delicious Hyderabadi Biryani. All in all, one of the more pleasant and memorable days in Bangalore. And more importantly, I enjoyed some rides which I would have been terrified to experience earlier. I was especially afraid earlier of those tunnel slides and the hurricane ride (from Essel World and Water Kingdom experience). But now there would be no fear... just lingering memories of the times when i conquered my fears.

Look straight at your fear,

And into thin air will it disappear!

The Little Master

2007-04-01T17:16:00.000+05:30

Note: Though I had started writing this poem the day when India lost to Sri Lanka; but somehow I have only managed to complete this one exactly one month later on the 34th birthday of the Little Master.

At that tender age of sixteen,
Oh! How young and charming he had been!

The youngest one on the international stage
Who would take him seriously, given his age?

Facing the likes of Wasim and Waqar,
Everyone thought he would never get far.

Hit on his head by a nasty one,
You would expect fear in his eyes but there was none.

Eight men waiting round his bat,
They mistook him for a kid to be mocked at!

Those who saw him play that determined knock,
Knew that he was one of his stock.

He instilled fear in every bowling attack,
None could dare to rest till they saw his back.

Mesmerizing the audience with his majestic strokes,
He was the darling of all cricket-loving folks.

For all these years on the international scene,
He has been the backbone of the Indian Team.

Betting on the opposition would be a risky affair
Specially if the beloved Sachin is out there.

For over a decade and a half he carried a billion hopes,
The ball seemed in a hurry to fly past the ropes!

In recent times we saw his glory wane,
And more too often India has lost the game.

They say that Sachin is a past legend,
But I believe that the journey is still too early to end.

Soon again Sachin will be back to form,
And then no one would dare say that he does not perform.

Soon yet again when he will set the stands ablaze,
The nation will be gripped by a renewed cricketing craze.

India may have crashed out of World Cup two thousand and seven,
But with Sachin around we still nurture the dream of 2-O-eleven!!

Some quotations on our beloved Sachin:

“You might pitch a ball on the off stump and think you have bowled a good ball and he walks across and hits it for two behind midwicket. His bat looks so heavy but he just waves it around like it's a toothpick.”
– Brett Lee, on Sachin Tendulkar’s batting.

“Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their television sets and switch off their lives”. (Waiting for that moment again!)

The Little Prince

2007-04-01T15:57:00.000+05:30

Well.. the book blog series continues! And this time I am writing about a book that, at least superficially, is a book meant for children. But it makes some deeply inspiring philosophical points about life which make it a very enjoyable read.

To add a historical perspective (Courtesy: Wikipedia), The Little Prince was written by Antoine De Saint-Exupery as the French Version, Le Petit Prince, in 1943. The author was a French aviator and mysteriously disappeared during the Second world war. [It is supposed that his plane had crashed into the Mediterranean during the war but there have been speculations that this could have been motivated by a suicidal intent.]

Coming back to the book, it distinguishes the interpretation of life from the point of view of children and grown-ups. Apart from the difference of age that is apparent in these two points of view, the children's point of view is the one which is centred on emotional perceptions (driven by feelings) rather than on the material perceptions (driven by what one can observe and measure) of the grown-ups. The latter point of view is the more objective and logical point of view as accepted by many adults but which unfortunately is heavily centred on prejudices. The children's viewpoint is expressed through the experiences of the author as a child and through those of the little prince as he travels across the different planets.

Being a very small book that can be easily read within one hour, I would rather not go into describing the incidents or characters in the book but rather mention a few striking sentences verbatim from the book. [Read the book yourself when you have an hour to spare.]

1. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. Children should always show great forbearance towards grown up people.
Here grown-ups need not necessarily be adults and children need not necessarily be less than thirteen years of age. Rather, a grown-up is someone who has collected a set of experiences in his life and tends to look at the world only through the lens of this experience. Thus he is a captive of his own prejudices and utterly incapable of comprehending a point of view other than his own. In contrast, a child is free from such prejudices. Grownups cannot appreciate abstract ideas such as love, beauty and friendship and would consider someone talking about golf, politics and neckties as a sensible person!

2. Where I live, everything is very small. Straight ahead of him nobody can go very far.
These words were said by the little prince after the author gifted him the drawing of a sheep in an opaque box and the prince was concerned whether the sheep would need a lot of grass to live on! The second sentence just says that one cannot progress too far by just trying to move straight ahead. To experience the richness of life, it is necessary to look around oneself rather than indulging in plans to move straight ahead.

3. I have serious reason to believe that the planet from which the little prince came is the asteroid known as B-612.
A sarcastic comment that tries to throw light on how we spend time paying attention to unnecessary details in life and how an argument based in numbers (reliable or not) tends to command serious attention. Also many a times, our acceptance of an idea stems from how we feel about the person presenting that idea rather than on the merits of the idea itself (The Turkish astronomer example in the book).

4.If you were to say to the grown-ups, "I saw a beautiful house made of rosy bricks, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof", they would not be able to get any idea of the house at all. You would have to say to them, "I saw a house that cost $20,000." And they would exclaim, "Oh! What a pretty house that is!"
Something that exposes the ridiculous obsession of people towards figures and statistics. Just as an aside, when I say to people that Tendulkar is a very good cricketer, they refute by saying, "No. He is unnecessarily overrated. Just tell me how many wins he has secured for India?" But I am not free from this obsession either. More often than not I end up saying, "But he has scored the maximum runs in international cricket and also the most number of centuries." Probably the rational thought is too heavily dependent on numbers.

5. Children, watch out for the baobabs!
The baobabs here represent nothing but the bad thoughts that take root in our mind gradually and if un-attended, may grow into rigid thoughts and prejudices which would deprive us of the ability to look at life as it is. The baobabs are very similar to the roses (good thoughts) when they are young and so it takes a discerning and alert mind to spot the differnce.

6. It is such a secret place, the land of tears.
The above line comes when the author finds himself helpless to console the Little Prince who is driven to tears by the author's indifference towards the safety of his flower.

7. "The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything. I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words.She cast her fragrance and radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her. I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent. But I was too young to know how to love her."
Coming in the form of the little prince's mulling over his experience with his flower, it is a subtle reminder of how we should not try to interpret too much from the external behaviour of the flowers, especially in a relationship.

8. "What a queer planet! It is altogether dry and altogether pointed and altogether harsh and altogether forbidding. And people here have no imagination. They repeat whatever one says to them. On my planet, I had a flower. She was always the first one to speak."
These innocent thoughts of the prince after hearing the echoes from the mountains on earth very subtly ridicule the social structure that exists here, where people are forever engaged in behaving in a manner that pleases others around them and expect the same from others.

9. One only understands the things that one tames. It is an act too often neglected. It means to establish ties.
The fox says these words and goes on to explain what it means to tame someone. It is this act of taming that makes someone special and different from rest of the world. More details about this in the book. :-)

10. And finally my favorite quote, "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
This is the secret that the fox shares with the little prince at the time of the latter's departure. It's beauty will be evident after thinking it over again and again.

Apart from these top 10, there are numerous other simple thoughts scattered throughout the book. Specially the experience of the prince on each of the six planets (or asteroids) before he comes to earth. But I will leave you to explore these by reading the book yourself.:-)

And now, I think it is time to put a full stop to this blog post which has already out-grown its size. But when I sit down to write blogs on topics like this one or the Fountainhead, I simply cannot stop the flow. Finally, a word of appreciation for those readers who had the patience to read through these mostly unorganized thoughts that never allow my mind to remain unoccupied. And there will be a lot more writings here in the days to come.

CATchy moments..

2007-01-02T23:58:00.000+05:30

The new year had set in. The day of decisioning had dawned. Since 12 midnight on Jan 1, I was eagerly waiting for the CAT results that were supposed to be announced on Jan 2. In spite of this being my second attempt, last time the attempt was only half-serious and so the excitement was essentially non-existent. Back then, I had checked my results only a day after they were announced... Not this time round though. So now, here I was wasting my time just refreshing the various CAT discussion forum pages to find out whether some good soul had found the link and posted it for all of us. But that was not to be. No specific time for the declaration of results being specified, it was an ideal breeding ground for rumors. Some people even took advantage of that to extract some fun by simply posting bogus links, much to the dismay of everyone else. I was irritated, bored and that uneasiness and uncertainity was simply unbearable. So, at 2:30am I simply decided that the limit was reached. No more would I spend my time on such useless stuff. And as Ted had said in the series How I Met your Mother (for those who have not already watched this serial, it is definitely worth a watch and the concept is very creative); "Nothing good happens after 2:30am!" :P

The next day, I got up and was quite hopeful that the results would be out by 9am but no! No news either... Everyone was just cursing the IIMs... And rightly so.. At least they should put up some notice about when the results will be declared. Are they not aware that there are more than 1.75 lakh students out there waiting for one silly link?

After waiting for as long as 4pm (and also having a light lunch since I had lost my appetite), finally news came in that the coveted link was out ... And IIMK was the first one to oblige. But alas! The site was already down by the time I tried using the link! Finally when I did get to see the result what a sense of relief it was! I felt being in a dreamworld! I had expected to do well but this was more than I had expected. This was what I had only hoped for! Could this really be true... The next few hours I lived in a reverie. I spoke with a lot of friends and relatives and it was a wonderful feeling. Similar to the moment when I had heard about getting through the JEE. Though in this case, the battle had just begun. Still there was the crucial stage of GD/PI to pass through.

But then, I thought that I should suspend all thought about the future and enjoy the present moment. Because it was the most wonderful present that I had received :-) And I think such moments of success are the ones that are remembered the most since they are the meeting point of your dreams and reality. But rather than being disappointed or getting too carried away by such deciding moments, I feel that the journey towards your goal is the real success and not whether or not you finally reach that goal. And that is why it is essential that you put in your best effort when the time is appropriate. Agreed that the ultimate outcome may not truly reflect your efforts (some people who succeeded might not have prepared as much as you have) but ultimately, you are definitely much better placed to succeed if you have put in that extra bit. Efforts may not guarantee you success but definitely improve the odds that you do. After all, preparation can only take you so far. In the end, what you will need is a few leaps of faith.

The Fountainhead

2006-12-31T20:33:00.000+05:30

Some books are ageless. They deal with subjects and ideas that cut across physical and temporal limits and leave behind a profound influence on their readers. The Fountainhead is one such book. It took me 25 days to complete reading it (since i generally used to find time only on weekends) but it has completely transformed my thought process.

I had heard a lot of praise about the book from some of my friends and in spite of the contents appearing quite rebellious to me, I knew that I had to read it. I had also read a lot of negative comments about the book on a few orkut groups and this had only raised my curiosity. I was wondering what my opinion about the book would be and I was willing to understand the philosophy of Objectivism with an open mind.

And now, I think that it is one of the most spectacular literary work that I have read. The central characters that Ayn Rand has created and their interaction with each other has enabled me to address a lot of concerns about my own values and principles as well as the ideas of others around me. And I simply loved the philosophical ponderings in solitude after reading the book!

I will try to organize my thoughts by mulling over the main characters in the book:
(Note: The book is set in the 1920-30s and deals with people in the architectural discipline)
1. Peter Keating: A very successful student at school and college, who comes from a mediocre family, and feeling a sense of personal pride at what he has achieved in spite of his modest beginnings. He is offered a job at a leading architectural firm (Francon & Heyer). Although he seems to be enjoying all the limelight and attention that he is getting, somewhere deep down, he feels that he left his passion for painting and substituted it with architecture which was more lucrative. He tries to believe that he must be happy because everyone around him thinks that he is a good architect and there is seemingly nothing that he can complain about in how his career is taking shape. He is en route to become one of the most famous architects in New York. But his outer confidence and success are totally dependent on others and their approval. He is nothing himself but merely a reflection of the Peter Keating that exists in the eyes of others. Although he takes advice from his friend Howard Roark on various architectural assignments, he likes to believe that they are his own and does not want to accept that Roark is a better architect than he is. Roark's total indifference towards others' opinions and having an opinion about others confuses Peter and and the latter always finds himself uneasy thinking about Roark.
2. Catherine Halsey: She is Peter's girlfriend, and loves Peter without accepting anything in return. She is frail and lacks self-confidence and finds it easier to surrender herself completely to Peter. Even if Peter does not call her or meet her for months together, she does not refer to it the next time they meet and is always accepting whatever Peter has to say. Peter loves her very much but is afraid that his mother would not approve of their marriage since she is neither rich nor has the quality to be the wife of a famous architect (according to Peter's mother). Catherine does not even complain when Peter marries another woman after promising to marry her just the previous day. She gives herself to serving the poor and physically challenged people in some orphanage. She believes that she is living a very noble life by serving the poor and accepts that living for others is the only appropriate way of living. She fails to understand that the real reason why she loves to be in the company of the less privileged is because it gives her own self a sense of being better off than others and that she has the ability to confer good upon others with an air of superiority. She is a person who sincerely believes in the principle of selflessness and spending a lifetime for the cause of others.
3. Guy Francon: The owner of the reputed architectural firm Francon & Heyer; Guy has been a very successful architect (at least in the public domain). He spots Peter as a budding architect and offers him a job at his firm. In spite of the huge reputation he has built in his career, Guy still wants Peter to testify that his life has been successful and thus he too depends on external recognition for his satisfaction.
4. Ellsworth Toohey: Ellsworth is the antagonist in the novel (of course; as portrayed by Rand). He is more of an architectural commentator who wants to establish an intellectual superiority over the world. Since school, he believes in the power of the brain over muscles and uses his superior mental capacity to deal with his physically stronger opponents. He believes that the Napoleons of the world; who wanted to establish military supremacy over the world were fools and true sustainable control over the world can only be achieved by ruling the minds of the people. He is always in the news as a benign person who has true understanding of art and architecture. He uses this position of strength to bring forth mediocre talent in the world and suppress any genius in the field (prominently Howard Roark). He promotes the philosophy of collectivism as opposed to individualism. He is a person who enjoys killing of talent and establishing the supremacy of mediocrity over ingenuity. Ellsworth is uncle to Catherine and promotes Peter's architecture over Howard's (will be discussed later) and in a later dialogue with Peter expresses his shocking philosophy and how he wants to put an end to any emerging talent in any field of art or literature.
5. Steven Mallory: Steven was a talented young sculptor but someone who did not have the mental strength to stand the world which preferred to praise mediocrity over his talent. He tried once to kill Ellsworth. He believed Ellsworth to be the symbol of this monster within humans that found it more comfortable to uphold the average over the extra-ordinary. He designed Dominique's statue in the Temple of Human Spirit and was a friend to Howard and Dominique. He was a symbol of talent that was somehow unable to protect itself against the mediocrity-blinded common people.
6. Dominique Francon: She is the daughter of Guy Francon and the female protagonist in the novel. She is aware about the falsehood of the social life that her father lives in and positively hates to be a part of it. She is very uncomfortable with the double standards that people display in social circles. Dominique meets Howard Roark at a granite quarry and falls in love with him. She loves his sense of self and the sheer lack of love or hatred in his actions. She surrenders herself to Roark who treats her neither with love nor with humiliation. Dominique becomes fond of Roark's architectures and how his buildings stand on their own and not as borrowed patchworks from earlier eras. Dominique is the naked statue that is kept in the Temple of Human Spirit (built by Roark) and this temple is nothing but a ploy by Ellsworth to leave Howard defeated in a legal battle. Dominique marries Peter out of her love for Howard and to show that she is suffering along with him in her own way. Dominique is one of the few people who approve of Howard's adherence to his ideals and disregard of what others think about him.
7. Gail Wynand: Gail is the owner of the popular newsgroup known as "the Banner". He is a person who has risen from the slums to become a very prominent figure in New York. Although he is capable of appreciating talent and does not have ulterior motives unlike Toohey; he wants to destroy any evidence of talent by bringing it to his submission. He feels that the life he is living is worthless and thinks quite often of committing suicide. He finds the statue of Dominique (through Ellsworth) and later meets her and wants to marry her. He trades a very crucial contract with Peter at the cost of Dominique. Later he meets Roark as the architect of the Temple of Human Spirit and tries hard to break him. The three (Dominique, Gail and Howard) spend a lot of time together with Howard and Dominique both maintaining silence about their earlier lives. Gail likes Roark a lot and spends a lot of time trying to understand himself better. Later, when Roark is accused in a case where he has blown up a public housing construction, Gail uses all his failing social clout to try and defend Roark against the public opinion (controlled by Toohey) and finds that something which he considered his strength was no more than an illusion.
8. Howard Roark: The undisputed protagonist of the novel. The proponent of the concept of objectivism and individualism. He is a genius architect who was expelled from school because he refused to follow any existing ways of architecture. After being expelled, he had a rough career and worked only for clients who were willing to allow him to work as he wanted to. He never designed buildings just for the sake of others and generally refused to work if his clients suggested any changes in his designs. This severely restricted the number of contracts that he could get but in spite of the financial hardships that he faced, Roark never let go his principles. He frequently helped Keating with designs but never expected to get the public praise out of them. He believed that each building that he designed must have a specific purpose and must exist an one entity rather than a patchwork of architectural styles from various eras. He was against the idea of reaching a compromise by discussion in a group and refused to work in a team with other architects. Roark was an atheist and built the temple of Human Spirit to enshrine the supreme power of the human mind. He had designed a public housing system for Keating (who had approached him for help in a desperate situation) with the condition that Keating must ensure that the building was designed exactly as per the design by Howard. However, because of external pressure, Keating was not able to live up to his promise and significant alterations in Howard's design were introduced. Consequently, with the help of Dominique, Howard blew off the half-complete structure being erected and allowed himself to be identified. His speech in the court while defending himself essentially summarizes the philosophy of Objectivism.

Now that I have given a brief description of the principal characters, I will move ahead to the philosophical aspects of the novel. Firstly , I find Fountainhead as a very sincere novel which tries to explain the fallacies of the rising force of Socialism and Communism during its time. How often has one heard the words "Man is a social animal" which try to emphasize the importance of society in human life and remind you that you owe a responsibility of returning the favors bestowed by the society. Since childhood, what we are taught is that greed is bad and one must always put the benefit of others over that of the self. But now that seems like a big conspiracy wherein the individuality of the self is being suppressed under the collective will. Till now, like many others, I used to believe that the failure of Communism lay in its mode of implementation and not in its ideology. But now, I realize that some concepts of communism destroy the very motivation for innovation and that is to see one's ideas take place (which is a very selfish feeling). [Though most of the communist nations have collapsed indicating possibly that capitalism is more appropriate as compared to communism; prominent countries that continue to excel with communism are China and Cuba (but an analysis of these is beyond the scope of the blog at least at the moment!)]

To quote Roark from the final speech.. "The unsubmissive and first human stands at the opening of chapter of every legend that mankind has recorded about its beginning. Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. No creator was prompted by a desire to serve his brothers, for his brothers rejected the gift he offered and that gift destroyed the slothful routine of their lives. His truth was his only motive. The creators were not selfless. It is the whole secret of their power - that it was self-sufficient, self-motivated and self-generated. The mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as a collective mind or a collective thought. We can divide a meal among many men but we cannot digest it in a collective stomach. The creator's concern is the conquest of nature. The parasite's concern is the conquest of men." Some of these thoughts are best represented as they have been in the book and so the direct quotation. To think about it, the concept of equality has been mis-interpreted over the ages. Instead of being the equality of opportunities it has been interpreted as the equality of the final outcomes. If two people get the same outcome irrespective of their individual efforts, it means nothing but that efforts do not affect outcome. This is where most communist nations failed that they tried to equalize what each person got instead of providing them with equal opportunities. So it is very essential that talent be given its own space to flourish and should not be fettered by the requirement to adhere to common will. In this regard, I feel that democracy is far from the best form of governance because it operates on the concept of majority but then this would demand a separate post to deal with it.

But one thing that I don't find appropriate is that Roark says that it is alright to inherit the products of the ideas (like wheel, fire, etc) from earlier generations to build on them but is against the sharing of ideas in a group amongst contemporaries. As pointed out in one of the comments, the end product of a thought can be an idea (in the sense that it is not a physical object; examples could be the theories that have been developed in different sciences) and hence can be inherited. But at the same time the sharing of ideas among contemporaries is considered to be a dilution of the original idea. But is it really necessary that the original idea be the the most perfect? Why do you have to believe that any suggestion made by another human being living in our age must be detrimental to the idea? That is nothing but arrogance and this is one of the principal reasons why the word "ego" has a bad connotation today. I think the sharing of ideas among men is extremely important for humanity to move ahead. A discussion helps very much to enhance and improve upon an idea (just see how the comment has improved this blog) but only the urge to try and reach a consensus should be done away with.. And the main reason for this is that we attach a feeling of belongingness to an idea. So this part of the ego is something which is a hindrance to progress. People try to defend their idea and attack the idea of another in a discussion. This is where the need for a consensus to resolve the issue sets in. I think an idea in a discussion must be only seen as the object of study and interest for all rather than associating it with its source. But inherently a thought is put forward beginning with "I think" (a ready example being the previous sentence) and so it gets difficult to dis-associate the originator from the idea. However, if this dis-association is consciously followed it will help us evaluate the idea better and probably refine it as well. Perhaps the concept of parallel thinking rather than argumentative thinking would help.

Another positive thing from Fountainhead is that it attacks the concept of charity and pity. And rightly so. The concept of charity itself requires someone to be an object of that charity (which is quite ironic). This so-called virtue fails to exist in the absence of such an object (or person). As Howard Roark reflects "There must be something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous feeling (of pity) is called a virtue." Pity not only destroys the self-respect of an individual but also makes the person submissive to fate. The person decides that it is more comfortable to keep begging rather than to earn a living through self-effort. [Some people claim that begging itself is an art and it involves effort to convince the giver to shell out money but I believe there would be no givers if they knew that it was a voluntary activity and in that case it would be impossible for these beggars to exist.] Showing pity destroys the human mind and people show pity for what? Because they feel guilty that they have accumulated more wealth than fellow humans? If that wealth is acquired through effort and by just means there is no need to feel guilty about it.

Moreover, the different personality that people want to portray in public as opposed to what they really are is something very much unnecessary because at every point of making a choice we would add the unnecessary dimension of how that decision would affect our portrayal in the eyes of others. The best and most natural thing to do in public is BE YOURSELF. But in this respect, I believe there are some who go to the extent of portraying in public that they are themselves. (what an irony!)

Also, at some point in the book, Dominique says that the concept of immortality can be thought of only in the case of Roark because he is like a monolith and unchanging. People usually change so often that they die every moment. So the concept of immortality can never exist in the case of such people. So does Rand believe that changing is a vice? I don't agree. Because changing and learning is an essential part of human existence. If there were no motivation to improve the way we were and to learn from experiences what worth would life be? And unless you have an open mind it would be like staying in a closed room for all your life devoid of the refreshing air outside. In this case, I believe that we need to move from the concept of rock logic to water logic. That is, our logic must not be rigid like a rock but capable of adapting to different situations like water. And it is this water that can cut its path through the rigid mountains to achieve its goal of reaching the sea.

I believe it has been a very very long post and I myself am tired of writing more. There may be many more cases and instances from the book that may need discussion but I believe it is best to stop here. So right or wrong, whether you accept Rand's ideas or reject them, you definitely cannot afford to ignore them! I hope I have given you enough food for thought and in case you have still not read The Fountainhead; what are you waiting for???

One year ago....

2006-11-20T18:12:00.000+05:30

It was one year ago, on the 20th of November 2005, that I had written my first blog... and the feeling was great! Just after writing the CAT and having the feeling that I would just about miss getting calls (the feeling turned into reality!) ... And now, yesterday was my second attempt at the CAT... Much more prepared and confident this time... and as expected, the CAT did throw some unexpected surprises.. Not much enthu to delve into them at this time..

The journey from last year on the blogosphere was very entertaining and exciting.. accompanied by loads of new experiences.. Putting down your feelings and experiences always gives shape to all those amorphous thoughts and turbulence in my mind and brain... and it feels that i am sharing a part of me with myself (or the chance reader who happens to read my blog) .. helps a great deal in getting over solitude and releasing any pent up discontent and frustration or even any sort of euphoria and keeping the mind light and free..

So, the past year for me has been rich with experiences and things have changed a lot. And the blogspot has always been like a place to take rest and contemplate on the events around me... Will look forward to blogging more often since the last few days have kept me busy and even I am completing this post way after 20th of November... My brain says "storage capacity reached".. so i will have to purge some of my thoughts...

The Great Indian Pie

2006-11-02T00:56:00.000+05:30

The first of November is a good day to be in Bangalore... Its the Karnataka Rajyostav Diwas... 5o years ago, the Kannada speaking territories were united into the Mysore state (later renamed as Karnataka)... this marks a special occasion for all the people out here and it was amply evident from the yellow and red stripes of the Karnataka flag, proudly displayed on most auto-rikshaws and in shops... It was wonderful to watch the upbeat mood on the roads and to add to it, we had a holiday today!! God, how great it feels to have a holiday on wednesday!

This being a special day for us (and the rest of Karnataka); we got the idea of making it truly memorable... and memorable it was!!

For the first time after coming to bangalore, we took to the kitchen and decided that it was time that we had some home-made food... :P

So began the enthusiasm to make rotis at home (fostered by ravi having a roti-maker with him)... We started off with gathering the necessary apparatus and ingredients for our experiment with Dasu acting as the Head Chef... He was the only one amongst us four (the other two being Nagota and Ravi) who had prior experience cooking rotis... So after a brief interview he was recruited as Head Chef by the rest of us....:D

Thus began this adventurous experiment; as Dasu started preparing the dough (and having a tough time getting the right proportion of dough and water :P) and I placed the first roti to be made in the roti-maker. We were expecting the top plate of the roti maker to rise on its own when the roti was cooked but that was not to be.. After some more speculation we thought about finding out for ourselves what had happened to our first roti.. and that was when we realized that it had changed color to dark brown and was as hard as wood.. but nevertheless, we made an effort to taste it and also found that it was delicious! We concluded that we had made a food product never before envisioned by humanity and proudly named it as the Great Indian Pie.

We were so thrilled by our invention that we took a video of the same and also made plans for having a startup in this area. But first, we will have to go ahead and patent this product so that no others can steal our innovation. After trying a couple of more times to make the more conventional roti, we concluded that there was something wrong with the roti maker and we would rather use the cooking gas to make our tandoori rotis. And we succeeded at that! Within an hour, we had made 16 world class tandoori rotis which could easily replace the ones served in most of the restaurants in Bangalore. Though we had a tough time maintaining the circular geometry of the roti, we thought that not making it circular was another innovation and we could actually make irregularly shaped rotis and popularize it as a fashion (the customers in the restuarants would find it thrilling to guess how the roti that they would be served would look like!!)

So, after one hour of dedicated effort and after making rajma and dal fry, we were ready to have our first home-made dinner in Bangalore. We also had some sweets to celebrate our triumph. And of course, it was one of the most filling and satiating dinner we ever had! Soon, our food chain would take over every corner of every city and town in India and that is when our talent would truly achieve the recognition it deserves...

The video of our achievement could be viewed on google video (I cannot post the link here since I am writing this from office and I am unable to open any email from here..) by searching for The Great Indian Pie in the genre Art and Entertainment.

Cast: Sabby (that's me), Dasu.
Special Fx: Nagota.
Behind the lens: Ravi.

So sit back and enjoy!

Chennai or Chain-nahi??

2006-09-06T20:00:00.000+05:30

After being for two months in Bangalore, me and my friends had decided that it was time that we used the weekends in a more fruitful way.. by exploring South India.. All of us had the first opportunity to do so... So at dinner on Thursday night, I proposed that we go to Chennai for the weekend, one of the vertices of the Great Quadrilateral!

Even an hour before actually leaving Bangalore, we were unsure about what mode of transport we will be using. And this type of impromptu decision-making associated with traveling makes it so much exciting. When one sits down and plans for a trip, there is a certain expectation-level associated with the trip and we need to live up to that expectation. But for back-packers, any experience actually increases the value of the trip over the expected value (which is essentially zero).

So, we left home to go the Majestic Bus Stand in Bangalore at around 10pm on friday. After reaching the bus stand, we were totally dumb-founded. Not knowing the local language and finding that all boards on the buses were in Dravidian script left us moving around in circles when we were directed (or mis-directed) by a series of people. Finally we were able to locate the section where buses left for Chennai. But bad luck! There were no seats available and the private buses were charging too much... So we decided to use the Indian Railways for our journey.. And without a second thought, we got the tickets for the general compartment on the Guwahati Express which was scheduled just 15 min later. After desperate running around we did find the general compartment but it turned out to be occupied by military personnel! It was actually a blessing in disguise since they allowed us to enter and then closed the gates so that we were the only ones sitting at the door in the general compartment...

After some sleepless hours and attempts to pass time by playing cards, we finally reached Chennai Central! Since we surprisingly reached half an hour in advance (has the management of Indian Railways changed?) We decided to celebrate our arrival in Chennai with tea in a "High Class" hotel... but found that it was devoid of sugar. Thinking that this was the type of tea that people out there drank, we drank it all only to find sugar left at the bottom of the cup! (Atleast they should provide spoons if they find it too much to stir the tea!)

Notorious as the Chennai auto-wallahs are for charging exorbitant rates, we played it safe and got a prepaid auto to IIT main gate! We looked at awe as we passed the beautiful Mariana beach and were simply awestruck by its length! It seemed to be go on forever! We thought that we as we had reached IIT at 7am and my friend would most probably be asleep at that time, we could as well walk from the main gate to his hostel (saraswati or saras for short), a decision that we repented later as we had to walk a whole 4km after having a sleepless night in the train. We were very excited when we first saw the deer in IITM and took many pictures only to later realise that they were as abundant as the cattle back home in IITB!

Next after shocking shyam, who was in deep slumber and could not believe that we had actually come to chennai (he had thought that i was just making unrealistic plans), we went to Tiffany's (which is a fav hangout for iit junta since its located inside the girls hostel Shravati :D) and had a very delicious masala dosa.. After moving around for some time, we came back to shyam's room and dozed off!!

Later in the afternoon, we thought of moving out from iit but the sweltering heat was a bit too much... after having some biryani at a decent place, we set out on the baked streets of Chennai.. all the time we were looking for points which would help brand chennai a metro or a non-metro..
I met my sister and her friend (whose name i could not gather :D) and we explored some of the jungles of the iit campus... these were places which even shyam had not explored in his three years of stay at the campus... In the evening we went to the Besantnagar beach (which according to my sister was a good beach but then it didnt look like.. with all the litter and being crowded in the evening it was a kind of letdown.. ) it was also my first experience to travel in a south indian local bus (i hadnt done so even in bangalore) and well the less said the better about it... since we were just standing at the door and had to alight at every stop to let people get in and out..

there was not much to do in the evening and we spent some time in a ccd and ate some pizza before coming back to iit... on the way we just thought about getting into Dollars and Pounds (a clothes shop).. it was worth mentioning since it was one of the few cool places (literally i mean) in chennai... then we finally made our way back to Saras and found ourselves really drained out from our day out in Chennai...

The next day, we had two main targets to achieve, one the Birla Planetarium and two, the Mariana beach.. (actually there is not much to move about in Chennai and i realised why people were shocked when i told them that i was planning to go to chennai for sight-seeing).. But as always, the weather was hostile to travelling and we were soon finding us dehydrated.. We spent some time in the Birla Planetarium and the science gallery adjacent to it (which was quite average and not as great as the Vishweshvaraya Museum back in Bangalore)... actually at many points in the trip we implicitly made comparisons with Bangalore and found that we were quite lucky to stay in Bangalore rather than in Chennai! The four of us had a good time in the science gallery and clicked some pics with machines which seemed to come from a different era.. but it was an hour well spent and more importantly protected from the scorching sun!! Later we watched the planetarium show which was supposedly designed for standard V kids but once again it was a relief to enjoy the cool AC inside the auditorium.

Later we made our way through the crowded streets of T.Nagar and also went shopping. Later after having pav bhaji and ajmer halwa for lunch, we made our way through the vegetable market to Shyam's house. After spending some time there, we set out to achieve our last target in Chennai (which was the Marina beach) and again used the local bus for transport. But this time, Shyam had left back for iit and so we were all on our own with no Tamil-speaking person to guide us! Fortunately, we found a Hindi speaking fellow on the bus who helped us get down at the right bus stop and then we were enjoying the evening at one of the longest beaches in the world!

The Mariana beach would have been the most beautiful beach in the world, if only the government would have taken the effort to put in some dust-bins and the people would have cared to keep it litter free.. Nevertheless, its grandness was a wonderful sight and we enjoyed the couple of hours that we spent there... And now, it was time for us to go back to Bangalore (Oh! what a relief!) Aware about our weakness of not being able to speak in Tamil, we decided to play it safe and hire an auto from the Chennai Central station (which on the map seemed to be quite close by but turned out to be atleast a half an hour walk from the beach) .. But we could get an auto to the bus stand which was diametrically opposite the railway station and soon were at our destination. But we found that the auto driver who was supposed to charge us Rs. 75 returned back only 10 Rs in exchange for 100.. this resulted in a verbal duel between the three of us and the auto driver but we knew that it was a useless effort...

Finally after cursing Chennai some more, we got a seat in the driver's cabin of a bus for 300 bucks each... (actually speaking that was the best bet for us since we would anyway have had to take the ticket because of the cash crunch and no signs of a Citibank ATM..) After waiting for about an hour and feeding on biscuits in the meantime, we finally boarded the bus and were on our way back to bangalore... How nice it felt!! And what more? there were three other people giving us company in that small cabin in addition to the driver! But on the positive side, the driver played some hindi songs and it felt so soothing to hear them after a hectic day in the metro (so-called) Chennai...

At 6 am the next day we were back in Bangalore and it felt like paradise.. We soon made our way back home and crashed off...

Dnyanam Paramam Dhyeyam

2006-08-16T17:57:00.000+05:30

I had awaited the last weekend since the time I had joined my job in bangalore... Though I have stayed away from Mumbai for longer periods of time, I had never felt as homesick; probably because I had known exactly how much time there was to return back to Mumbai... But after joining the job, parting with Mumbai for an uncertain period of time had made me instantly homesick and I was awaiting the convocation on 11th August, an excuse to catch up with Mumbai for a few days....

And flying back from Bangalore, I had an upbeat feeling... Meeting my family and friends and coming back to Mumbai with my first salary... Though the waiting time was extended by delayed Air Deccan flight (they seem to say we are sorry for the delay and inconvenience as a matter of habit), it was wonderful to land in Mumbai at 2am in the morning and go straight to IIT, the place where I had spent and enjoyed the last four years of my life and made some wonderful friends for life...

Meeting with old friends and spending the night chitchatting about life and new events made us forget time until we realised it was 6am in the morning and we ought to sleep so that we can remain awake during the convocation ceremony.. :D

The convocation ceremony went about quite well and I have lost count of the number of hugs I had during the time... receiving the degree on stage was a special feeling and a moment to cherish... The pledge that followed later was something special to me and I sincerely hope that every IITian is able to live up to it... Singing the national anthem in the convocation hall made me aware of my responsibility to our society and I hope I can give something back to India through my life and career...

The evening was spent with my special friends and wingmates and we had a memorable time loitering around in our convocation dress in Galleria, HN and then going to CCD in Huma...

We returned and spent a couple of hours close to nature at the Boathouse near Powai Lake and it was a night well-spent... I felt that I should have visited the place more often during my stay at the insti... But then, it is the absence of something that makes us realize its value...

The convocation time is really the last time that we had to meet with our college friends and many will soon be flying to the US of A for further studies... Still others like me will get back to the job they have joined and will be back in their quest to build a successful career.. One line that comes to mind at this stage is the definition of success (which varies from person to person certainly) as seen on a tantra tshirt... "Success is not having to wear a suit all your life!"

Well, whatever the definition of success be for each one of us, I hope that we don't forget the line that describes our alma mater, that is, Dnyanam paramam dhyeyam (knowlegde is the ultimate goal!)

Returning to Mumbai!

2006-08-10T11:16:00.000+05:30

Yes! finally its time to go back to Mumbai! The city of dreams! My homeplace since I was born... Just 40 days away from Mumbai and I have felt homesick like never before... And now, within the next 24 hours I will be back to Mumbai... I am very much looking forward to meeting my family and friends out there...

It is my convocation time... The four years at IIT flew like moments and I still vividly remember many of the JEE times and the zeal to stick out even till day-break to crack some problem... The joy of cracking one of the toughest exams for undergraduate admission, the counselling time, the first day at insti.. I had got sick the first week in campus and still am unaware of the exact cause for that.. :P (even the doctors at hospi could not figure that out, but then many ppl from IIT would not be surprised at that)

All the time spent at the insti doing (and not doing) a lot of things was the most memorable part of my life... The friends that I made at campus are like jewels to cherish for life.. I desperately miss their company now; while I am at my job in Bangalore... The next few days will allow me to relive those wonderful moments spent at campus, and soon, I will be a B.Tech. from IIT Bombay (Chemical Engineering, also deserves a mention here.. :P though my job is no way related to it, but the dept has given me some very good friends)...

I don't know when again I will be able to spend time with these friends... Life is already getting monotonous and boring with the office environment (though I also have some good friends here) and I will certainly miss the insti and hostel life...

But at the moment, my thoughts are set towards the next five days that I will be spending in the City of Dreams... Aamchi Mumbai!

26/7

2006-07-26T19:59:00.000+05:30

This was the day when Mumbai was subjected to the wrath of the rain-gods... 944mm of rain in just a day's time... and it was also the day when i returned to India from my PT... i marginally missed being stranded amongst the crowd who was unable to make their way home, be it by road, rail or air... today the incident has completed 1 year... but we people hardly care.. the so-called resilience of Mumbai in time of adversity is nothing but disguised indifference... but then does anyone care??

The mystery of destiny...

2006-06-21T11:56:00.000+05:30

How often do things happen in our lives which are not according to what we expect them to be? and then someone consoles us by saying that "This was bound to happen. It was predestined." From my discussions on this issue with my friends, I have seen that some people are strongly opposed to the conecpt of destiny. And this is because it sort of takes away the power of choice from the person. But what I would say is that they were predestined to oppose the concept of destiny... :D

One major point of clarification in this concept of destiny, which is usually held by critics against this concept, is that if everything is predestined, then we are not required to do anything and just wait for everything to happen as it is destined to be. However, this is not what the concept of destiny says. It does not tell u to stop performing ur daily tasks and wait for things to happen. Instead, what it says is that although it appears to us that we have a choice to make from different possible options, the one choice that we will choose is predestined and the universe is set to move according to that choice. Thus, what appears to us as possible options are just that.. possibilities! So, in order to follow the path of destiny, we must do what we are required to do and not bother about results that do not go our expected way...

Well, I would have loved to delve deep into the outcomes of my discussion, specially with Mohit, but since Mohit is planning to come up with a book on our conclusions, he is of the opinion that uncovering the mystery in this blog would affect the sale of his book, which is bound to be a bestseller whenever it hits the racks...

So, for the time being, you will have to wait for us to find the time to write down our thoughts in the form of a book to actually understand this mystery. :P

Kaun kehta hai ladke bida nahi hote?

2006-06-21T04:04:00.000+05:30

NOTE: This msg was to be completed long ago but then somehow it just was left incomplete... so now i am getting the time to complete it.. and that was because there were some wonderful remarks on my blog which have inspired me to write more.. and as the saying goes... better late than never...

It was the 20th of June.. two of my best friends were embarking on a new life... Mohit had his first day at Ugam Solutions and Shastry was all set to scale new heights with the Indian Airlines flight to Abu Dhabi... so me and mohit had planned to say farewell to Shastry at the Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport... Mohit had a long and rough journey back to iit from his office in mahalaxmi and to add to it, it was also raining that evening... so we thought that the best way to reach the airport was to take an auto... we discussed Mohit's first day at office in the auto and both of us were realizing that things are going to change pretty soon... Within a few days I was to leave for bangalore (which was about six months back, my last back up :P) and mohit was desperately in search of a place to stay near office so that he could do away with travelling daily... Anyways we hardly realized as the auto made its way through the evening traffic and we were soon at the airport waiting for Shastry to arrive...

But Shastry was caught up in the traffic and we didn't have much to do in the meantime, so our discussion took a philosophical drift (as usual) and we began to discuss the relation between choice and destiny... Regarding these discussions we have had since our second year, had we documented them, we would have had a manuscript for a bestseller ready by now... :D But the details of the discussion definitely deserve a separate article...

Finally after some running around to locate the exact terminal from where Shastry was departing we finally reached there and met his parents and some fellow friends from TeamSwades (Sachin and Akshat)... and after a few moments of waiting, we found him! There he was; our dear friend, about to take a big leap in life... such moments are the ones that stay with you for a long time... Shastry was as usual in a lot of nbd regarding how he should describe his trip, since he didn't have an employment visa... but as the moments passed by, we knew that we would not be seeing each other for atleast the next two months (hoping that he would come back for the convo)..

And then the ultimate moment arrived, when Shastry said good-bye to each one of us individually (or so we thought until that moment repeated itself all over again twice).. Knowing him for the last six years atleast, it was no surprise that Shastry's feet were rooted to the ground and he was finding it difficult to grasp the enormity of the situation, leaving his family, his friends, his country for the first time to go to a foreign land.. and though he didnt actually cry, we knew that his heart was crying at this critical juncture in his life... he was very much moved by the gift given to him by Sachin and Akshat, which carried the photo of his icon, the great MK Gandhi... and that was when Mohit remarked.. "Kaun kehta hai ladke bida nahi hote?".. and I knew that it was so very true...
Soon, Shastry looked at us one last time and was soon gone to build his career... which undoubtedly would be an illustrious one... I wish him all the very best in his career... and I am sure he would come back to India to live the dream of TeamSwades...

Living in the past..

2006-06-18T12:12:00.000+05:30

The last few days have been somewhat like living the older days once again.. And that has been because I have been meeting so many of my older friends. I had finally packed off from IIT and was enjoying my stay back home. And with that, I also got to be in the company of some of my best buddies from school and college.

I now feel that I am really indebted to Orkut because it finally got me back in touch with one of my best friends from school.. Aseem. I had never known his whereabouts since the past five years and was wondering how life would have turned out for him. But then a couple of weeks back, he added me on orkut and we could get to meet each other! What a great time it was... I went over to his place and we spent an evening together reliving the memories from the good old school days. The various experiences from college that we shared also brought back genuine smiles to our faces.

Then next was meeting up with my Standard X class teacher (Mrs. Nathan).. someone who had taught me since standard VIII and has played a pivotal role in shaping the way I think and feel... I was always impressed by the balance of kindness and agression in her teaching and few teachers have been able to strike that balance... She was a master when it came to teaching English Grammar... and having her as a class teacher in Std X also allowed her to leave a permanent mark on my moral values... When I and Arvind met her, she was still the same self that she was six years ago and we had a very memorable discussion on various social and moral issues...

This meeting was soon followed up by the Sathaye College Reunion... something that I was really skeptical about... since I hardly had many fond memories of Sathaye (we hardly used to attend college and most of the time during junior college was spent in coaching classes)... But Prajakta had called me up and her enthusiasm for the Reunion could not have met with a negative answer from my side.. Though she was confident that atleast 15 ppl would turn up, we finally ended up with only 9 ppl... just having a dinner at RK (Ramakrishna Restaurant, the fav hangout place for Sathaye ppl) and discussed many experiences from college... Though I was atleast saved from the embarassment of not recognizing any one, I had difficulty recalling a few names.. after all we had hardly interacted during college.... but it soon turned out to be a very good experience as we got to know each other and shared experiences from undergrad life.... We ended up by having softy at the SoftyBar (another fav place for Sathaye gang) and thanks to Arvind, we had some snaps as a memory of this most unlikely reunion for me (i was rather expecting a school reunion and not a college reunion, but the former seems uncertain as of now)...

Through all these times, I have also been enjoying the FIFA World Cup and have now have some basic literacy in football to indulge in the normal discussions among friends... also I have gained some amount of interest in F1 and am looking forward to the Canada Grand Prix... :-)

These few days spent in reliving the past have spurred up nostalgic feelings and I am now feeling more and more sad about leaving these wonderful carefree days behind and entering the new phase of life that beckons me just round the corner... the employed life!

Finally I am done...

2006-06-18T12:11:00.000+05:30

Finally on the 10th of June 2006, I moved out from the Indian Institute of Technology Bombay... :( I had finally come to the end of the road... The wonderful four year journey, that began on the 18th of July 2002 with the insti orientation programme, is now over... with a few letters added against my name... and loads of memories to carry away with me....

At this point, thinking back about the time when I first came to IITB, I find that life didnt exactly turn out as I had thought it would... sometimes for the good, sometimes for the worse... But it has been an enriching journey indeed... I now realise that the four years of undergraduate life are the most valuable years, where u come across so many diverse acquaintances and gather so many experiences... I just can't imagine the enormity of the impact that IIT life has had on me... from the transformation into a nocturnal creature to the changed attitude towards life, it has been a total metamorphosis for me... and apart from that, I have been lucky enough to gain the company of so many friends that this has alone made my life worthwhile... We always meet new acquaintances and make new friends at every walk of life but IIT has gifted me with such gems that make me feel deeply indebted to it...

And never before has this occured to me.. I have rediscovered myself here... And it pains my heart to leave all this behind now... The time spend in the company of these friends, the pointless night-outs, the studying on the night before the exams, the arguments, the debates over various issues of life, and the dabbling with many new activities; all of these would be mere memories now...

But that is how life is... I am done here and have to move ahead... After gaining all these experiences, I look forward to making my mark in the real world... where and how life would take a turn, I cannot tell... But being at IIT has helped me develop a positive attitude towards life... and so I am optimistic about the future turn of events... Though it would surely take some time to emerge from this hangover of nostalgia... At last, it is reality... I am an alumnus of the Indian Institute of Technology Bombay!

The elusive kiss of victory..

2006-06-07T03:59:00.000+05:30

It was the end of the second day of the first test between India and the West Indies at Antigua, the ground that had seen Lara score the highest individual score in Test cricket (400* vs England).. India was in deep trouble with a dismal first inning performance and already under a 70-odd run lead... That was the time when I made a seemingly unreasonable prediction, that India will win this test... naturally evoking a strong reaction from my pragmatic peers... Anuj had even gone to the extreme of labeling my prediction as the height of optimism... But i think optimism is taller than most ppl think... :-)

though finally it was the determination of edwards and collymore along with dave mohammed to keep the indians just an inch away from victory... i think it was a wonderful performance from India and it is this sort of games that make cricket so much interesting... no matter what happens ahead in the remaining matches, India has come back strongly after the defeat in the ODIs and i am waiting to see what happens next...

And the week ahead is a treat for all sports-loving people... the Football world Cup is kicking off... the French Open will see some great action in tennis... we have the British Grand Prix lined up... and of course, the second test between India and WI... dont think will get too much time to blog all this while... :D

Encounter with the devil

2006-06-06T07:46:00.000+05:30

Today was the dreadful devil day... when the date was going to form the devil number 666 (6 june 06)... and many bad things had been slated to happen on this day..... and it was the special time at 06:06:06 (that is six seconds after 6:06 am) when everything from year to second would read six... interesting, isn't it? well, i was awake to witness that rare occasion.. i was determined to stay up whole night for that... :D

And here is the proof, a screenshot of the local India time shown by Google, the quality of the image may not be too good... so in case u want to see a conclusive proof, u can get the large size image from me.. >:)

After enjoying the moment with pandey (the wing sbc.. lolzz), i buzzed manjan and one of the rare occasions when some one offered me to come to main gate for a cup of tea.. :D and i was more than willing to oblige... so we had an early morning bike ride and mast garam garam chai..

I finally got to sleep at 8:30am and then was up again at 10:00.. finally i met my guide and really, u cannot be luckier than me... mere guide jitna peace aadmi dekha hi nahi hai! had a very informal chat and I was back happy and waiting to pass more time... we went to upahar at Y-Point gate and then to our favorite ganesh juice centre...

The evening was quite blurred with sleep tending to overpower and then I slumped for sometime on anuj's bed (gosh! dunno exactly what bit me but I was rudely woken up by the bugs in his bed!) i still wonder how he sleeps there everyday... as he says, the bugs in his bed bite only people who should not be sleeping there.. (or maybe, they cant tolerate getting close to anuj.. lolzz) The India WI match was slated for an exciting finish and that was going to take up most of the night...

finally, the day of the devil was coming to an end with thankfully not much damage done and the world was saved from the grasp of the beast... :-)

The Reunion.. and the breaking away

2006-06-05T04:34:00.000+05:30

Any transition in life is always associated with making new companions and parting with old ones.. And we naturally feel sad about leaving our old friends along with the fear that we may be as lucky again to get such friends in the future... But that is the bitter reality of life.. The purpose of meeting people is to one day break away from them... because each one of us follow a different path to their destiny...

Time is here again when we are at another junction in life. And this seems the most critical of them all. We are now graduates and now first get to taste the real world outside, a world which might turn out to be both cruel as well as rewarding.. And of course, it will be accompanied by making lots of new acquaintances....

But this Saturday, we old buddies from school and junior college time did get a chance to catch up with each other before we step into the world ahead... We met at the Borivali station at around 5pm.... it was really wonderful to be together with old friends again... reliving those wonderful memories and enjoying each other's company. After a long debate (as always) about what to do next, we finally decided to go to National Park for a stroll.... With Arvind leading the pro-National Park opinion and Aditya garnering support against it, it was reminiscent of the heated arguments that we used to have during those golden days at junior college and JEE classes.... spending time discussing just about anything, be it silly or important, nothing used to matter more than proving your point and getting people to support you... The main argument from Aditya was that National Park would close at 6pm and so it would be useless to go there; which was quashed outright by the omniscient Bhagyesh, thus tilting the balance conclusively in Arvind's favor... Finally, we were at the park and overlooking the lake where we had a few snaps taken as memories of this reunion... We also had a good time in the children's amusement area in the park, where we just shedded a few years and enjoyed some carefree moments... Bhagyesh also had a merry time in the swing (strictly made for children and which shuddered under his weight :P) until he realised that he was very much vulnerable to mud-slinging and let go the swing (which seemed to heave a sigh of relief)...
Later we went to Siddesh's place and had some pet-puja and discussions on reservations, cricket and football.. We were basically whiling away time until our friend Mujju arrived from Mulund... Then, we planned to have a dinner at Urban Tadka but had to wait for as long as 45 min before we could gain entry.. So, we spent our time in the futile attempt to convince Arvind for a treat, which we all so much deserved.. But Arvind, as always, did not budge and we ended up having a contri treat... but that did make it any less enjoyable (except towards the end, when we had to shell out some money)..... The travel back to home in bus was the perfect end to a very memorable evening...

After graduation, some of us will be taking a job right away while others will be pursuing higher studies... our paths and our destinies seem to diverge from here on.. Our destinies may sure interwine somewhere in the future but we will definitely get to see each other less and less and the fun that we had together will only continue to exist in our memories... Such friendship will sure be very hard to find in the life ahead... At this moment, I just remember the old hindi song:

Lag jaa gale, ke fir se yeh haseen raat ho na ho......
Shayad fir se iss janam mein, mulaqaat ho na ho..... >:D<

And I would also like to say the following lines for each one of my wonderful friends...

A bond of love…
A medal of trust…
A shoulder in sadness..
A hand in darkness…
A special relation to hold…
An ear where secrets can be told..
An appreicater for encouragement…
Something that doesn’t cost…
A Jewel never to be lost…
No matter where in life either of us will end..
You reside in my heart, my dear FRIEND…

X Men

2006-06-02T02:53:00.000+05:30

Mutation is the process through which evolution has progressed on this planet from the single-celled organisms to the present day humankind.. It is a continuous and slow process that is always creating new species on earth... but every few thousand years, evolution takes a leap; a leap into the future...

The X Men series is another masterpiece of human imagination which brings the power of mutation into the hands of humans... as expected with some disastrous consequences...

Every mutant has different special powers which he/she is free to use in whatever way desirable.. first, wolverine (Logan) whose bones have been coated with some indestructible metal... Logan can conjure claws out of his knuckles and can heal his wounds faster than anyone else... then, there is Cyclops who can produce a high power laser from his eyes that can burn anything in its way... there is Jeanne Gray who can control gravity through her mind (oh! what a brilliant idea!)... Firearm, who can manipulate fire but unfortunately cannot create it and so has to keep a lighter with him always.. the girl (don't know her name) who can walk through walls... Mystique who can take the form of anyone and also imitate his/her voice... and finally Magneto who can control any metal object through the use of his magnetic powers...

Such works of fiction tend to impress me a lot.. I seem to spend a lot of time imagining what I could have done with these special powers... How nice it would be to have chilled beer by just dropping in a couple of ice cubes out of nothing... Or how I could sneak into the classroom through the wall so that the prof would never come to know about it... :D Or how I could summon anything sitting from one place... yeah sure, that would make me fat and lazy beyond limits.. Or turn into anyone and do whatever u desire to get done... the possibilities seem endless.... If only we could actually speed up evolution and achieve something of this sort... But yes, as spiderman had said, "With great power comes great responsibility!" So would it be with such mutant powers...

Another thing that the X Men movies touched upon was how the human society as a whole is not accepting to anything that seems to deviate from the general accepted notion of normality.. And how we all have to constantly keep changing ourselves to fit into this social system... Any abberation is dealt with severity and isolation from society... This is something which significantly contributes to breeding criminals and anti-social elements... Something that the society as a whole does little to rectify...

Anyways, I am dying to watch the third movie in the series which has released in theatres just a couple of weeks ago... Hope I get to watch it soon... :-)

Why people blog?

2006-05-28T00:30:00.000+05:30

Why do so many ppl in the world spend so much of their time blogging?? What is it that they seek from writing blogs?

Well, to begin with, I am totally against making any sort of generalizations and acknowledge that the motives of each person blogging may be different... and i would try not to make any inferences about the person from his/her motives... because I believe in the statement that "No person is right or wrong... just every one is different". Every person is right in his/her logic bubble... which is made up of his values and experiences...

One of the primary reasons for blogging which I can think of is to vent one's feelings... in this hectic world, there is very little time for ppl to share all their feelings with others and blogging provides a convenient way to pour them out... It helps the mind feel more relaxed...

The first type of blogs may be the broadcasting type... they could be used to reach out to more and more people across the globe.. for example, gathering popular support on a large scale... this is very much evident from the way blogs have been used in the current anti-reservation protests.

Another type could be the journalism oriented; wherein we may express views on anything from sports to movies to music and anything else... I realise that many of my own blogs fall in this category... some ppl think that these blogs are repetitve but I think that the personal experiences and opinions that they contain make them unique...

Finally, ppl may just blog about their daily lives and write in detail about how they spent their day and what experiences they had... these blogs may not address any specific issue but still have the utility that they keep friends and acquaintances updated about their lives and make a good light reading... And they can definitely end up being a lot more creative...

No matter what the reasons or the motives, blogging can be a very good experience. They give direction to the many thoughts that cross our minds daily and give shape to our opinions.

So, instead of pondering over the intellectual worth of your blogs and the utlitiy to the reader and the comments that may come ur way, keep blogging... karma karte raho; phal ki chinta mat karo... yehi geeta ka saar hai.. :-)

The first rains....

2006-05-26T08:23:00.000+05:30

After a late night searching for blog names for anuj, i knew it will be difficult to keep my schedule of running every morning... there was only a bleak chance that after sleeping at 4am, i would be able to wake up at 6:30.. but i was delayed by only 45 min and there was still hope of running today... until the rain gods doused all enthusiasm.. its amazing when you are seeing the sun at one moment and then just a couple of minutes later, the skies have started pouring down... It was the perfect dampener for all enthusiasm to run...

and there i was... awake but got nothing to do... in such a scenario, what comes first to anyone's mind? The answer obviously varies from person to person... The first thing in my mind was why the hell did i sleep so late? and the answer popped out right away... its the blogger that is to blame!

so now i am, blogging my time away... the first rains have been shortlived and the sun has come out through the clouds.. so am contemplating whether there is still time to go running...

Blogger Reloaded...

2006-05-26T07:53:00.000+05:30

It has been a long break away from blogging... some how that intensity to blog had been lost and most of it was driven by the absence of fellow bloggers....

But now its time to rekindle that fire, to give vent to whatever comes to my mind.. and the reason behind this is my wingie (wing-mate for non-IITians) Anuj Gupta (fondly known as bhola or BMW) who has taken up to blogging and is now on of the newest members of the blogosphere.. He spent as many as two hours yesterday on my comp and that too in the night from 1:45 to 3:45 am! But it was a very interesting time when we began searching for as many oxymorons as possible just to name his new blog! Finally he settled for Lameskill as the oxymoron he was looking for.. lets see how much of this lame skill he shows in the coming days..

Wankhede...

2006-03-25T10:14:00.000+05:30

The match between India and England was evenly poised at the end of the fourth day.. with India batting at 18/1 and needing 313 to win, I would have said there was a fair chance to get that...
And moreover, the match being in Mumbai, it was all the more reason to feel excited!

We all saw it as the final opportunity to watch a cricket match from such close quarters with friends in the near future... so, on Tuesday night, we were all excited and ready to rock the Wankhede.. so many ppl were willing to come that we felt it would be a wonderful outing, one of those precious days that will be forever engraved in memory.. we were all imagining India pulling off a stunning victory...

It was decided to leave early in the day since we also had to buy tickets.. but not even half of the ppl who had shown the willingness to come the previous night were enthu abt giving up their sleep and coming to watch the match.. not true cricket fans i thought!

finally me, patkar and modi were the only three who were awake and wanting to go.. so we left insti at around 6:30am and made our way down south to Wankhede.. the huge queue outside the ticket counter so early in the morning for a test match on a weekday was really amazing... it is beyond doubt that cricket is the one force that pulls the vast majority of the Indian populace.

It was a long wait in the queue for us followed by growing unrest among the waiting crowd as the match drew closer and the queue was moving at snail's pace... finally there was a huge commotion and we were pushed out of the queue as the security started lathi-charge on the waiting crowd.. i was pissed off with such poor arragements and think the MCA should make sincere efforts to improve this situation because I am just wondering what the situation would be like for an ODI at Wankhede... It would make sense to bring in the e-seva system for ticket distribution, which is currently practiced in hyderabad..

Thankfully, there was a separate line for ladies at the stadium and we were able to convince a couple of girls to get us tickets but that was not before I suffered a blow from the lathi on my knee.. though it was mild, it still pained...

finally when we got the chance to get into the stadium at 11am, the score read 46/3 and the best two batsmen of the Indian team, Dravid and Sachin were out there in the middle.. inspite of the early losses, the crowd was very optimistic of the home team making a comeback.. it was my first experience to watch a cricket match in the stadium and it was fantastic.. the chorus of SAACHINN..SAACHINN.. in the crowd was simply enthralling.... some sections of the crowd were hurling abuses at the English cricketers and it should be really intimidating to the players...

the session till lunch was very entertaining and Rahul and Sachin stayed on to take India to 75/3.. the hopes of the crowd to witness an exciting finish were soaring... but post-lunch began the downslide.. rahul departed in the first over after lunch and sachin in the very next.. it was stunning.. suddenly all hopes came shattering down in a heap....

and that was not the end of the downfall.. sehwag and dhoni also had a very brief presence and the Indian team was looking down the barrel much too early than most of us had expected... soon the match was all over and India had collapsed to 100 all out and lost miserably in the very first match that I watched at the Wankhede....

it was really disappointing and frustrating since we stood in the queue longer than we were in the stadium... the crowd was calling out "Hamara paisa wapas do!" and "We want Dada!" which made me realise the volatility of the crowd sentiment in India.. but then, being among the one who had fought so hard to get that coveted place in the North Stand, I did share their feelings to some extent... one bad match and all the good work in the last few months is washed clean from memory...

after the match, i think that the Indian team needs to sit back and analyse the shortcoming and come back hard at the Englishmen in the ODIs. Although India lost the match, going to the Wankhede was not a total waste because I could see some of my favorite players from close quarters and watching the boundaries from the willows of sachin and yuvraj were some consolation for my money and time...

Life after a break...

2006-03-14T03:50:00.000+05:30

it had been a long time since i had blogged.. but that was because my comp was in coma.. kuch display hi nahi karta tha.. give-up maar diya tha maine.. ki yeh ab fir kuch na kar paayega life mein..

but today has been a special day.. i have been able to make my comp work once again.. it has risen from the ashes like a phoenix... and how did i go about the task? just by putting my RAM in a different socket! this goes to show that complex problems often have simple and straight-forward solutions!

i am feeling a lot more lukkha again.. after the last two weeks which were very taxing preparing for the ChEA Symposium... had a lot of expectations.. but the crowd turnout was poor..:(

it felt a little disappointing, but then who said that all efforts need be rewarded in the way u expect them to be? it had been a wonderful experience organizing the event and i have learnt loads of lessons in the process.. it was a commendable effort, considering that our team comprised only a handful of people...

now that it is all over, i am back into lukkha mode.. though i still have loads to do in my BTP, i will still find some time to spend out here....

The horrors of a midsem....

2006-02-23T16:30:00.000+05:30

The two day break in the midsems was very eventful for me since i spent the whole of tuesday at pune with jhatu, dosi and bajju.. and most of wednesday, i was busy sleeping and dreaming.. in the evening i came to terms with the grave situation at hand.. there were two midsems today and i had no clue of either subject..

the most instinctive reaction in such a scenario is to seek help from the best student in class... daga in this case.. so i went to him in the evening and lo.. he cleared all fundaes within an hour and a half... and i was all elated that i understand advanced process synthesis very well... i came back to hostel and spent time lukkhaing around.. i also tried my hand at problems and found them routine stuff.. but it was not to be...

and when i realised that, i was in the examination hall in the morning.. finding myself clueless on each and every question in the paper.. but then, there i was struggling to get some clue and i was unable to remember even the basic steps.. i finally ended up expecting a pure zero on hundred and was all depressed... it was one of the totally hopeless days of my life and certainly the most forgettable one.. unless there is some miracle in the remaining 10 hours..:-)

well, the bit of advice that i would like to give here is that if u take an elective out of the so-called interest, then do study it well.. else u will end up screwing it like i did today..

A day's life at Pune!

2006-02-22T01:59:00.000+05:30

There is a two day break in the midsems... so what do we do? well, we packed up and left for pune!
Now what is one doing going to Pune in the midst of the midsems? even pune junta dont do that.. but then, we had a reason.. ChEA Symposium Publicity!!!

well, for those ignorant souls, we have the ChEA Symposium at IIT Bombay on 11th march 2006.. here is the link for u.. http://www.che.iitb.ac.in/chea/symposium2k6 do have a look..

it doesn't help when u discover that u are almost an hour late in getting up and mayank is standing at the door breathing fire at u... but that was how the day began...

the day was very eventful and we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.. we could achieve almost everything we had planned to... but it was dosi and bajju who made the day for us.. without them, we could not have possibly got so much work done and enjoyed so much...

we not only went to our sponsors Praj industries but also set foot on the MIT of India! yes, the Maharashtra Institute of Technology in Pune.. its a nice place and as far as IIT standards are concerned, MIT has a much better and more diverse crowd.........

we also went to NCL.. jhalak dikhalaaaaaaaa ja, ek baar aja aja aja aja aaaaaja! (more details from dosi).

finally on the way back, on bajju's demand we got down at vashi and went to BTC (Bhagat Tara Chand) for a very filling dinner.. BTC mein dinner karne ke baad to waise hi neend aane lagti hai... but look how resilient i am! i kept sleep away for more than 4 hrs!

but now its getting too late and i am feeling damn sleepy.. so good night!

MSD power...

2006-02-20T19:48:00.000+05:30

The final match at Karachi sealed the fate of the Paki team at the Hutch Cup... the Indian team has become the most ferocious chasers.. it has been proven beyond doubt that the Indian team is far far better than Pakistan...

how come this sudden change in India? is it the change in leadership or is it the coaching of Greg Chappell?? what is it that has made the single most significant difference in the Indian side today and the one about 6 months back?

The answer would be MSD! It is the MSD phenomenon that has changed the fortunes of the team.. I had always felt that Austrailia's greatest strength was Gilchrist who was much more than a wicket keeper to them.. In india, it was a traditional belief that it is not necessary for the wicket keeper to be a good batsman... but MSD has changed it all now... he is more of an asset than a liability in the batting department... the manner in which MSD bludgeoned the Pakis at Karachi was simply outstanding... it was one of the best finishes by India in all times.. now even a score of close to 300 seems reachable thanks to the power of Yuvi and MSD... and when there is Pathan in as well, it makes the side even more formidable.. never before has the Indian side looked so much promising.. never before have we chased down 280 with 3 overs to spare without Sehwag, Sachin and Saurav... never before has the Indian side done so well in batting, bowling and fielding consistently...

With the MSD power on our side, I now feel.. "Bring on the Aussies, it time to decide the new world champions!"

Random variates

2006-02-20T18:26:00.000+05:30

Nostalgia rules all around.. the last midsems of my stay at iit.. well, i have always loved the week of exams at iit.. there are many reasons for that..
1. there are no moronic classes to attend
2. there is night tea available in the mess
3. there is an air of liveliness and hours can be spent at the canteen place
4. and finally, its the only time that i am involved in acads...

today was the first paper of the lot.. stochastic processes.. a course taken out of enthu.. well thats what it was supposed to be.. fight maarke yeh course float karwaya gaya tha and so it was natural for our instructor (jhumpa adhikari) to expect some sort of enthu from the 9 ppl who took the course... but then, she was grossly disappointed. she had to see our blank faces for most of the time (the remaining time we never made it to the lecture..) she had to finally give her notes to us to prevent all the ppl from ending up with zeroes..

s0 now comes the day of the exam.. rishi and shastry in immense nbd.. and me as usual trying to chill them out... kisi tarah thoda bahut course chamka liya.. bahut hi random course tha.. apne naam pe khara utara..

but then the midsem was not that difficult, what with most of the questions being replicated from the lone assignment that we had got... aaj ehsaas hua ki do ghante midsem mein baithna kitna fight hai last sem mein.. waise hi aadhe ghante mein pakk gaya aur neend aa rahi thi.. thodi der ke liye to rest bhi kar liya, when i thought jhumpa was getting the feeling i was trying to copy from shastry...:D

so now that one midsem has gone by, there are three more to come my way.. but none for the next two days.. there seems lots of commotion outside.. time for wing cricket!

A victory to remember....

2006-02-17T08:04:00.000+05:30

I was very disappointed after India lost the Karachi test even with Pathan taking a hat-trick in the first over of the game... suddenly the strong Indian team looked feeble.. people started calling the Indian attack toothless (when in the same test, we had Pakistan at 39/6) and declared that the Indian batsmen were strong only on paper... well, thats the way things go as far as cricket is concerned in India.. one defeat and the entire team gets criticized like hell...

But this Indian team has the mettle to bear it all and come out strong... even after losing the ODI at Peshawar, the team bounced back to win the Hutch Cup in three straight encounters at Rawalpindi, Lahore and Multan.. the Indian team has shredded its chase-fear and now has become one of the most successful chasers of recent times..

the young heroes Raina and RP Singh have performed very well and deserve a round of applause.. but the one youngster who has also given a splendid performance is Sreesanth (though he has not many wickets to show on paper, he is a wonderful talent to be nurtured)

As Dravid said after the match, India has raised its level of performance in all departments and has emerged successful through a truly team effort...

Hope India continues the good work into the final ODI at Karachi...

Hat-trick!

2006-01-30T02:58:00.000+05:30

Its one of the most beautiful ways to start a day.. get up on a lazy sunday morning at 10:30 and put on the TV to find the score card reading pak 4/3 !! u inevitably keep rubbing ur eyes and then go to cricinfo to make sure that its true!

pathan takes a hat-trick!! awesome start to the test match! and whoever says that pathan is not bowling well these days and concentrating too much on batting, take this!

and the paki woes were not over yet.. they further slid to 39/6... the groundsmen on the other side of the border probably dont believe in making moderate pitches...:D

Rang De Basanti...

2006-01-29T03:26:00.001+05:30

it had been as many as 50 days since writing the last blog... had totally forgotten that i used to blog as well... until I got a msg from bhagyesh, about he starting to blog!

so there have been a lot of critical events in my life since my last blog.. i am an employed person now..:D and have finally got over with the apping pain.. its been a new world after 16th Jan.. the day when suddenly I discovered that I was employed..!

Coming to today, I saw the much-awaited movie rang de basanti today.. that too in shreyas in the stall.. seemed a good change from the multiplex culture back to the older version of the theater.. people hooting, whistling and even dancing to the rang de basanti tune.. mazaa aa gaya!

aamir khan is unmatchable in bollywood.. his witty remarks add a lot of spice to any role he plays.. and he is one actor who can bring the dialogues alive...

i would not like to play spoiler by elaborating on the story here (in case u havent seen the movie yet, what are u waiting for??).. but yaar, end mein sab mar jaate hai!

the songs in the movie are awesome.. apni to paathshala, masti ki paathshala!

lose control!

start blogging..:P

will be much more regular in blogging this time round...

A comeback..

2005-12-09T00:39:00.001+05:30

its been more than 10 days since I last blogged.. one reason for this was that i didnt want emma watson's pic to be displaced from the top of my blog page..:)

and now although i have some what recovered from that charm, emma and her sweet smile will continue to enthrall me for a long time to come.. i am now also a member of the emma watson community on orkut.. the other place where i spend a lot of my lukkha time:)

the last few days have been neither too good nor too bad.. there is a mixed feeling within me. first the happiness of getting rid of the endsems.. but that was only short-lived as the grades started to come in.. at first, it seemed good that i was getting 8 consistently in all subjects (an improvement from last sem without any reasonable change in the effort level) and life seemed a pleasant journey.. but when i heard that many ppl are getting 10 consistently, the happy feeling somehow vanished like a puff of smoke. I am not very sure why this happens? why do we always have to compare our performance with others?? why cant we be just satisfied with what we get?

one reason to feel bad in this sem was that i missed a higher grade in almost every subject by a narrow margin.. that does not happen too frequently.. and never has it happened before with me. but the good part is that this low feeling does not linger around too much:) one evening out with friends and i seem to forget it all.. after all, grades are not that important in life and maybe after a month or so, i will be with a job and possibly a good app as well.. this power of choice is what we all seem to be looking for.. but it simply eludes us..

nevertheless, there will be a lot of time to ponder over all this later.. as for now, i have to start gathering stuff for apping and i am still unaware as to what the procedures at my apping univs are.. this apping stuff will really prove to be a strenuous task.. but then what worth is something where you dont have to put in a fight??

The Goblet of Fire

2005-11-27T09:05:00.000+05:30

To celebrate the end of this strenuous week (when i felt someone had performed the Cruciatus curse on me..), i went to watch the new Harry Potter release.. The Goblet of Fire..

Obviously, i am an ardent Harry Potter fan and have read all the books and seen all the movies to date.. and i am thoroughly impressed with the plot.. can discuss at length about the story any time of the day...

let us discuss the movie from the perspective of the book.. firstly, considering that the book was more than 600 pages long, it was definitely going to be a challenge to accomodate all the details of the book... that would have atleast required two films of the same length!

so the changes from the story as written by JKR start from the first chapter itself.. there we see Crouch Jr. along with Peter Pettigrew and Lord Voldemort which was not the case in the book.. then the movie also saves on adding three more characters by completely ignoring the Dursleys.. it would have been real fun with Dudley eating one of those magical toffees by Fred and George...

There is further just a fleeting mention of the Quidditch world cup and not even a single goal is shown.. but i had expected it to be very brief anyways..

The movie starts to run at a rapid pace with the introduction of Cho Chang in the train to Hogwarts.. a very cute character... soon the other two magical schools are quickly introduced and the triwizard tournament is explained.. surprisingly Beauxbatons has only girl students which was not the case in the book... the introduction of the goblet of fire is also fast-paced as expected..

one of the flaws in the movie was that the shock at the moment when harry's name pops out of the goblet of fire was way too little.. that should have been a much stronger scene.. also while reading the book, i had imagined that sirius would be visible in the fire but that was hardly the case in the movie..

only the class of Mad-Eye Moody was shown and some parts of Snape's classes but otherwise, the movie only focussed on the three tasks and the Yule ball.. the playing of rock music at the Yule ball was really a pathetic idea..

the depiction of the first task was awesome.. however, the third task showed a lot of inconsistencies and many details such as the questions that harry answers were missing.. it seemed as if the director was in a hurry to finish the film..

However, Lord Voldemort's depiction was really good and the duel of harry and voldemort was interesting.. but the final scene of Rita Skeeter being caught by hermione should have been included..

in short, the movie was a good attempt to keep up with the story but it understandably failed to be completely consistent... the choice of characters seemed good (though i had imagined Viktor Krum to be a leaner guy when i read the book).. Hermione (Emma Watson) was gorgeous at the Yule Ball and she is getting really beautiful! The pic here is one of the best and most enchanting pic I have ever seen.. she is no less good-looking than a Veela! The smirk on her face in this pic makes her look all the more beautiful.. and I can only imagine how much more beautiful she would be in the next film...

Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) and Ron (Rupert Grynt) performed well.. the characters of Cho and Fleur also rated above average on the beauty-meter..

think that has been quite a good description of the film... need to get back to studies as there is still one more endsem to deal with..:-)

The Eden Gardens...

2005-11-26T23:46:00.000+05:30

The Eden Gardens in Kolkata has witnessed so many matches that have decided the fate of Indian Cricket..

there was the dreadful and forgettable World Cup semi-finals in 1996... hardly any of the cricketing fans can forget that, can we? then the revival of Indian cricket in the second test against Australia led by Dravid, Laxman and Bhajji... that was in 2001.. we also faced a shameful home defeat to Pakistan in the Asian Test Championship at these very Eden Gardens...

The fans at Kolkata's Eden have the reputation for showing off their emotions in more expressible ways.. and hurling bottles at the ground when the home team is losing was always "normal" there.. the justification for the rowdy behavior of the crowd has been that they care a lot for the home team and so feel hurt when the team lets them down...

but yesterday's match was a surprise.. the local super-hero Sourav was not playing in the game and the pitch at the Edens was the greenest in years .. inspite of the fact that the home team was going with two spinners and if put to bat in first would be up with some serious trouble.. and what's more? the crowd was even cheering the losses of the home team.. at first thought, a neutral observer would think that this is a welcome change that the crowds at the Edens have started to behave in a more docile manner.. but after-thoughts suggest something very disturbing..

is this cheering the visitors thing a part of the "Get Sourav back" protests, that have been quite strong in Kolkata? has the Kolkata crowd grown so selfish that it places the interests of Ganguly over the interests of the Indian team? A team that we all cricketing fans so much love and care about? There was also some booing against Dravid and Chappell at the stadium.. and one wonders the possible consequences of this.. Although i feel that Ganguly deserves atleast to be considered for a place and was really sad that he was dropped, i think such hard decisions are necessary from the Team's point of view... and the crowd must realize that.. i think the Indian team is shaping out very well inspite of the pathetic loss today.. even when the Proteas had crossed the 100-mark with no loss, the commitment on the field was commendable.. we can just say that this was one of the bad days and move ahead......

The Eden Gardens at Kolkata is the home of Indian cricket and it is for the local crowd to live up to this image...

Back on Track...

2005-11-26T09:31:00.000+05:30

After the tremors in the endsems this week, there was some respite yesterday and now it seems as if all the pain is over... although i have one major hurdle to cross on monday, it seems life is finally coming back on track and soon happy days are to come back... a cold and jittery season lies ahead and soon the placements wave will sweep over... but i am feeling a lot more confident and optimistic now that i have survived this week without much serious damage..

There are so many good things in life that there is no time to ponder over the unhappy events that we come across... soon will be off to a movie tonite and enjoy the nice cool breeze on my Victor..:-)

4 2 ka 1

2005-11-22T00:41:00.000+05:30

these three numbers come together in a lethal combination to form a dreaded course number..

this is the course which we will be dealing with tomorrow in the endsems and i am sure to mess it up entirely... all the efforts that i put in today seem to be in vain and its already a lost battle.. darkness seems to abound all round....:(

and to make it still worse, i have really given a dismal performance in the midsems. so there is no hope for me. just praying to get through this one successfully..

the dil-lemma

2005-11-21T20:33:00.001+05:30

and when i was just passing time trying to push my bike a few metres towards my destination, i came across a good funda.. i will call it the dil-lemma

It says:
" Whenever you are faced with a situation where u are not sure what to do and need to choose between different options or are not confident about the success of one of the alternatives available, just clear ur mind and listen to ur dil"....

and u know that it worked in my case:-)

a good person i met...

2005-11-21T20:22:00.000+05:30

today was another new experience for me... i woke up early morning so that i could have a wonderful drive on my victor from home to insti...

it all started brilliantly.. a perfect day in winter... fundoo temperature.. and my dil was going hmmmmmmm.....

but then, just after i had entered aarey colony, my bike ran out of fuel.. what a pity! saara mazaa khatam ho gaya and i thought now i would have to push through to the next petrol pump almost 5 km away:(( so depressed i was....

but then i had an idea... i parked my bike and started signalling for help.. the first 5 minutes were pathetic and i was wondering how it must feel for a beggar being ignored by the passers-by.. but then one person took pity on me and lent me some fuel to reach the petrol pump.. and when i thanked him, guess what he said... koi baat nahi yaar, mere saath bhi ek baar aisa hua tha.. tum bhi kisi jarooratmand ko petrol de dena!!

so that was one hero in my life today... and now i am the one who am supposed to lend petrol! so in case u run out of fuel, just pray that i pass by!!!

The one where it all starts...

2005-11-20T22:35:00.000+05:30

today is a day to remember.. of course my first blog!!

but also the day the CAT was out of the bag and 175000 people tried to bell it.. i was one amongst them.. lost in the crowd.. trying to keep pace with others.. and a futile race with time.. i felt like the helpless mouse in the inescapable grasp of the predator...

such ruthless competitions have only one good effect.. it brings out the philosopher in you:-)

i am thinking a lot these days and cant keep all my thoughts in my head.. its getting too much now.. so i will let them spill over...

and this seemed to be the best time to start off with my first blog.. i dont know how far this will go or how the journey will be.. but it has set off nonetheless...

the way to ithaca is sinewy and tiring.. only the few who have the will and strength will make it there..