tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122531392011-11-13T08:15:43.022+05:30Zen Student - "Master, what is the secret of Zen?" ... Zen Master - "Keep on moving"HazyColourshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06776441944276705597noreply@blogger.comBlogger1101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12253139.post-12022740556465835582006-12-23T11:32:00.000+05:302006-12-23T11:36:37.559+05:30

Mumbai - Delhi - Chennai - Padappai - Tirupati - Padappai - Pondicherry - Mahabalipuram - Chennai - Kochi - Thekkady - Kumarakom - Alleppey - Kochi - Mumbai.... has drawn to a conclusion. Another one begins.

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While I studiously avoid television (and reality shows altogether), I couldn't help but be hooked on to the 'SuperGroup' series on VH1. The show put together five larger-than-life rock personalities who initially seemed as if they needed to be held together by band-aid. Their end goal was to perform in a live concert in Las Vegas. Watching their excellent performance on stage in the final show

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Wishing you a Happy Deepavali and a prosperous New Year

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A night out in the best pub in townAfter a long time, I end up three rums down.Swinging to CCR, what do I see?A wannabe, bags under her eyes made of Gucci."Haven't we met?" she asked, amidst the dinShe flashed her painted nails, eyes full of sin."I'm now a writer",she said,"I travel through my words.""I did three men last year, ain't that absurd?"I knock back a Molotov, stifle a yawn,My fears

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The dollar will crash; the end of the world is nighOil will hit $100; economies will cryOil will hit $40; solar panel makers will sigh.Murder, war, rape, arson, lootHumanity has lost it, give us all a boot.Vulture capitalists are lurking overheadEyeing my undervalued assets, I'll soon be dead.Pretty ammas in a sexy sarongWill seduce politicians who sell us for a song.Roads have crumbled, cars

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Walking on a wet road covered with muck, and observing all autorickshaw drivers refusing pedestrians with disdain, I wondered what makes them tick. One day, between seething in anger and puzzling over some complex issues at work, I realized that the autorickshaw driver's propensity to take me from the station to home is driven by his expectations on the following:a) Condition of the roads or rcb)

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And no matter what the progressOr what may yet be provedThe simple facts of life are suchThey cannot be removedYou know, you run around, look under the rocks,Check the streams to see if it drowned somewhereSee if you left it buried under the rocksOr if people at the marketplace stampeded on itIt's still the same old storyA fight for love and gloryA case of do or dieThe world will always welcome

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I first heard this song nearly twelve years back, as a wet-behind-the-ears kid about to enter his engineering course. Since then, my ears no drier than before, this song hasn't lost its luminescence.________________________________________I received a message from my brother across the waterHe sat laughin' as he wrote the end's in sightSo I said goodbye to all my friendsAnd packed my hopes inside

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Lip-lockedSmells of coffee bubbling over on a wood-fired stoveEarth aching for dawnRain playfully teasing the soilNoisy fan whirring away in content solitudeFingers learning what the eyes can't seeWe remainLip-locked

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The difference between Good and Great is that the Good feel that the Good times are about to begin, the Great keep quiet and show that the Good times have already begun.

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Our Double HelixIntertwined comfortablyArguing, laughing

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Have you seen the light?Have you heard the music?Would you walk beside me?Can I join your band?Have you heard the news today?Have you calmed the storm?Would you share a moment with me?Can I join your band?Have you touched the wind today?Have you smelt the rain?Would you lose that timepiece?Does your bandwagon have place for two?

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Ever been to a party which served the best hooch and grub in town, only to find yourself distressfully placed in the center of a crowd that discusses interest rates, economic policies, MF Hussain, new dynamics in polygamous relationships and - gasp - metaphysics? Some years back, this was a curse that afflicted me, and showed up with unfailing regularity on Saturday evenings, when all I wanted

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Beyond a point, how does one take a call on social and economic benefits?In one country, children go to work on farms with their parents and it is considered good because the family trade is passed on from generation to generation. The country prospers and the practice is found acceptable. In another, it is considered bad because the child is deprived of a school education. Thus, we have

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My relationship with the fine cab-drivers of this city continues to flourish. I have no idea why they open up and discuss their problems with me, but I usually walk away feeling a little wiser. Today turned out to be no different.With the rain-clouds playing truant over the last few days (after heavy showers last week), the humidity was back to its vicious worst. As I seated in the back-seat of a

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It's amazing how much can be learnt from sitting back and observing people. Some insights were to be had from observing a kid barely out of his teens driving an autorickshaw. This morning, I naturally over-slept and woke up a half hour later than usual. As my car was unavailable today, I decided to travel by the local trains. The only catch was that peak hours were tapering off and no

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With apologies for a corny title (couldn't resist it) ....After reading a columnist's article some days back, I pored over an IQ test I had taken recently. With mixture of reasoning and dumb luck, I got all the answers right in a reasonable time limit and my IQ turned out be a decent score. This placed me in the top 2%, though I'm unsure of the population size. An interesting insight (and what

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As a landlord, the first thing I would lobby for is to reduce land available for development. That way, the bidding for rents would increase and I would profit by it. The surest way to ensure a reduction in land is to lobby for more gardens, religious places etc. in prime properties, especially after ensuring that I had a stake in a nearby property.The bidding could technically reach ridiculous

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In an 'arm-chair' mood, I pause and reflect on observations related to how people define personal successes and what causes angst. Correlating the answer to my own experiences, I (over?)-simplify the conclusions. There are two factors that determine a person's success: contribution and reward. An imbalance between the two is insufficient to drive one to despair - a perceived lack of either factor

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The power of an image is that it freezes a moment in time and makes it last forever

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The topic of student's outrage sweeping the nation is related to forcing more people to chase fewer opportunities, just like my attempts to get into the local train to get to work. One of the toughest lessons that I try to learn is to never let myself be led by the 'scarcity theory' - that all things that are good must therefore be limited and scarce.In relation to this, some random suggestions

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Bonds guy, with nose pointing to the sky:"Inflation-adjusted, with the latest unemployment numbers in, looking at the yield on Japanese Government Securities, the answer is two point zero zero zero zero"Derivatives guy, with nose in martini:"You can hedge your position by going long on a call with strike price at Two"Equities guy, with nose couple of inches from television:"At current levels of

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Seeking longevity of products seems to be an increasingly risky approach when the world is shifting to a portfolio / service based approach. In other words, we will stick with what works and toss out what doesn't work. The longevity of what worked may provide insights into future design, but designing for longevity will become increasingly less likely to work. Designing for open standards

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If you control an identity, you control the person behind that identity. One of the control points is a person's belief systems. Conquerors know that.Sometime back, I wrote that a successful conquest requires that you create a person's identity - one that depends on you.Chances are that a land conquered will not be immediately prosperous. So, there is quite a likelihood that kids would grow up

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Drops of your essenceRaining on me constantlyObeying noone

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Biochemicalstorms in my mind are dispelledby an angel, you

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Once upon a meeting dreary, my mind wandered, weak and weary,Over many a slide and dull business plan of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of someone gently rapping, rapping on my shoulder."'Tis some investor," I muttered, "tapping on my shoulder;Only this, and nothing more."Ah, distinctly I remember, Life was bleak, akin Dilbert,And each separate

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We often decide our fate by choosing our problems. Successful people choose their problems wisely. No company has a perfect organization structure - because each structure is designed to keep out a problem and live with another. We play safe because we would rather live with the problem of being boring rather than live with the problem of taking a risk that could bring us down. We keep a

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Prediction #1:Internet will help stabilize real estate prices and reduce crime rates.Reasoning:People will work out of home through broadband, making it possible to reduce need for office space. Also, daylight burglaries at home will reduce as a result.Prediction #2:We will start receiving salaries in Gold Coins.Reasoning:Gold is being delivered in Demat form, and with banks allowing retail

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“Why am I here?” the man screamed, unable to move from his chair.His screams were targeted to the person seated a few feet away.“I have nothing to say”, he continued to scream.The other person merely lit a cigarette, and inhaled the smoke. He continued to observe the person screaming at him.“If you must ask, ask me now and let’s be done with it.” The chair was creaking under the strains, and the

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Some years back, the case for strong IP protection made the rounds of newspapers, B-schools etc. However, in the software world, nothing has become more commoditized than an IP. Many times, we fall for tech companies that claim that their path to prosperity lies in the IP route. This has resulted in questionable valuations for companies with scarce order books but with strong IPs. The recent

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Her, watching the traffic ahead, hands firmly on the wheel:"You need a haircut".Him, returning the glare of the taxi-driver who dares to look at her with malintent:"So cut it".Her, fingers playing with the Sony music system, settles on a song:"Hmm ... isn't this a song you love?"Music starts filling the air-conditioned insides of the carLike a million little doorwaysAll the choices we madeAll the

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The old man, resting on a rock, leaned over the well-worn staff held in his left hand and grinned a toothless grin.The smell of tobacco on his breath was overwhelming.Scanning through cataract-stricken eyes, he took in all that the stranger in front of him presented.The day was getting hotter, as if the Sun was straining to overhear the words about to follow.Time was growing still, a dull

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And the caravan limps through the SaharaYour feet make love to the sandThe storm attacks you playfullyYour eyes are shut to the painIs the bedouin smiling with you now?And you fall into the welcoming abyssShe covers your tracks and blankets youLike a mother would a recalcitrant childYour ears shut out the howling windIs the bedouin smiling with you now?And the Sun calls you out forcefullyLike a

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When the wind blows the cobwebsOut of my soulI roam into the open pasturesOf a world I am blind to but very real ...Where war is two birds arguing over a scrap of breadWhere hate is seeing your lover cryWhere jealousy is envying yourselfWhere lust is a hunger for wisdomWhere gluttony is hoarding on the unknownWhere lies are truths, turned inside outWhere anger is seeing the times of sand running

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And she stood in the DoorwayBetween yesterday and tomorrowAnd she asked me,"What do you see?"I replied,"Understanding."She disappeared in a flash of luminescenceHer trailing voice teased me,"What do you perceive?"This room is cold, darkness surrounds me,All that ever will beNeeds me to lift my veil and see.

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Am told to forever think outside the box. I think it's time to change the box.Am told I'm impossible. No .. I am possible ... just improbable.Am told that all one needs is love and clean air. Send me some money instead.Am told that it takes two to tango. True ... three can't tango. Shame about that; I no longer tango.Am told that to be of service to others leads to salvation. So when can you

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Is it just me or do we really define ourselves based on how others define themselves? That way, we can find ourselves in the "opposite" of what others stand for. For example, let us consider economic and political leanings.On speed reading several blogs, there appear to be two diametrically opposite schools of thought: advocates of the “free market” and advocates of the “centralized control”. I

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You parked the car across the street. Trivial life-forms were swarming around fading street lights. You crossed over, and decided to wait for godot. The inn-keeper still has a business to attend to, and if he could help you, he surely would. Slanging matches were taking place across the street. Children with no futures, parents will never make ends meet. Toxins started dancing in your

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Everywhere around me, I see heros. People of great valor, roaming the streets, shedding light and imparting wisdom to all the lives they come in contact with.And then it strikes me – no publishing house has released stories of superheros dedicated to these living legends. It is a shame, and I plead each and everyone of us to raise a toast to the extraordinary “League Of SupERheroS” (LOSERS)a)

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O Investor! My Investor! Our investments are done;Your Fund has invested everywhere; the market says you’ve won;The bears are near, their chants I hear, but bulls are all exulting,While follow eyes the sensex graph, my returns are soaring:But O Short-seller! Short-seller! Short-seller!While your wallet is bleeding red,On the stock exchange my Investor lies,Drunk and fallen on his head.O Investor!

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The lady was smiling constantly,And I strained with all my might:I did my very best to showMy lighter, just to catch her sight--And this was useless, because there wasA boyfriend, to offer her a light.I just sat there sulkily,Because I thought that bumHad got no business to be thereWhile I was high on rum"It's very rude of him," I said,"To come and spoil the fun!"The party was sloshed as sloshed

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Having actively observed the technology space pan out across various markets for a few years now, it is striking that some of the questions remain the same.Q: What are those needs that drive the changes in this space? Interestingly, this one never changes. In spite of rapid changes in technology and lifestyles, peoples needs continue to revolve aroundInformation - structure, language, content,

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One feels the need to highlight three separate scenarios that have been played out over the last couple of months. Like a Woody Allen script.Story #1A chance discovery of a couple of blogs led to a rapid discovery of various other blogs. Most of these were unrelated to me but pointed towards an online community that lived, loved, hated, abused ... in a virtual plane. What shocked me was that I

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Calliope woman, when you are aloneTell me, how does the tune go?Join me by the riversideLet's call out the MuseTonight, black nightingales may sighSee that train, leap into that last carWe've got reservations for twoWatch this gypsy caravan weave spellsIn time, share this tune with me.Traipsing between Jupiter and ApolloWhile marvelling at King Tut's tomb out belowTell me, how does the tune go?Am

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Enough is enough - back to reality.As a member of the species known as "Indian Male", I am sorry to say that we are a bunch of losers.Scanning news items in the Google newsfeed, I became violently upset on reading three news-items of rape in the last few days alone. We deserve our image - no country can ever hope to achieve anything of note if women are treated this poorly. Not only does rape

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Earn off resources becoming more scarce or off alternatives that lead us from scarcityFigure out where human populations are multiplyingFollow this up with figuring out the danger levels in each populace above which the current consumption levels will lead to serious troubleFigure out the order in which resources will be consumedThere will be surpluses where resources will exist; these will be

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CreateLaughReachFallSurviveThriveRestSleepMuseBelieveKnowWeepChallengeDisbelieveUnderstandForgiveLearnLove

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The future will see more uncertainty and less assuredness of any organization. Not just because competition will become hotter, but because of our ever-intensifying search for morals and values and for meaning beyond "cheaper, new and improved". Today, those organizations that fail to participate in the ecosystem of the individual will meet with failure. Out of curiosity, how many variables will

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Just observed something -The surest means of protection is destruction. The only way to ensure certain death is to prolong life - in an oxygen chamber, if need be.Hence, the only sure way to ensure that God continues to exist is to destroy God. (The surest way to kill mankind is to seek immortality). That way, once God no longer exists, then one will begin to deal with the premise that the self

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He discovered that seeking equanimity and balance does not mean dealing with opposing forces. It means rising above them all.Up until several months ago, he spent ages trying to drug himself into a stupor that would block reality and permit deceit. Yet, the sweet smell of truth somehow made it's way to his nostrils. It had missed the deadline by months, and was no longer needed. Yet, he reacted .

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Silence.... And if the night runs over....good morning Mumbai cuckoo cuckoo wake up li'll suzie wake up man I hate bread do you have change for a hundred the rickshaw guys don't have any in the morning where's my shaving kit where's the dhobi....And if the day won’t last....bhaisaab station boss stop pushing where's my book Catch 22 he-he Luciana and the invisible scar he-he she gives plenty

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Each time I'm crashing harder, each time I'm flying higher______________________________________________________"Hey Haze, good to see you again. Been a while .... where have you been?""Spent a few days in the hills up north.""Hills? For a city dweller like you, that's quite an achievement.""Thank you! What’s amusing is that living in the city has led me to read far less, eat more erratically and

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To : Myself, 20 years from nowSubject: What happens to Model - T?From: Me, TodayHi:Today, I am departing from the traditional gaze into the oracle and am taking a break from wondering what Man will do to Man. Instead, I'm turning the spotlight inward.Why do we maintain journals in the public domain? I wonder if its for the same reason that criminals like to leave clues - because deep down, we all

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I see trees of green, red roses tooI see them bloom for me and youAnd I think to myself, what a wonderful worldI see skies of blue and clouds of whiteThe bright blessed day, the dark sacred nightAnd I think to myself, what a wonderful worldThe colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the skyAre also on the faces of people going byI see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?"They're really

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Information is not yet democratized.Content continues to remain in the hands of large media conglomerates, and turf wars over Internet-based media is heading towards content. Large media distribution companies have realized that while they have several decades' worth experience and rights to content, they do not have the software expertise to drive traffic towards that content. Software companies

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In early July, I asked - what if we were measured by how much we gave out and not how much we made? Judging by that yardstick, Bram Cohen would be a hero.The creator of BitTorrent, which has more than forty million downloads till date, has removed the problem of downloading large files. The solution is elegant - the file to be downloaded is fragmented into multiple pieces. Each piece is then not

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The secret to a successful journey is to travel lightThe secret to Ratbert is that he is forever optimisticThe secret to a successful business leader is paranoiaThe secret to today is to leave yesterday behindThe secret to managing bad debts is to not let good money chase badThe secret that is lurking in your drawers is better left in the darkThe secret to infinite prime numbers is in

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Some hunches on which way we might be headed ....Technology is no longer going to be bought; 2008 will mark a huge shift in IT spends from purchasing technology to renting it out from the big boys. Recent television ads appear to be priming the target markets towards this phenomenonTechnology as a "Service Oriented Architecture" with key messaging standards, distributed database architectures,

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Over the last few months, this entire concept of structures, number theory etc. has continued to vex me in a very vague, un-definable, un-scientific way. Hence, seeing that grasping fundamental sciences is beyond ordinary mortals such as I, it seemed more prudent to hear what various greats had to say and discover any isomorphism with other fundamental sciences, such as music. The thought process

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You learn stuff, and then you move onFunny part is,When it’s time to learn, learning is the most difficult partWhen it’s time to move on, moving is the most difficult partThen there are memories; usually, they are play - grounds for spidersYou’re never quite sure how to rememberAll that you were supposed to learn;When you do decide to stop moving, learning stopsWhen you want to sink into a bed,

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I am an unabashed fan of Google. Right from Google Desktop to Google Earth, I have sampled the entire buffet of products with mixed experiences but nonetheless with a sense of awe. They represent one of the ideal applications of mind - bringing innovation to everyday tasks.However, the recent arrangement with Sun has puzzled me. On the one hand, Sun will allow the download of Google Toolbar

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The IPO of a company specializing in Wind Power Generation is leading the promoters and private equity investors to laugh all the way to the bank. The rest of us are putting up a brave front. Theatrics aside, questions surround whether the market will rationally begin assigning premia to companies seeking to create 'greener' tomorrows.Despite stiff resistance by leading economists in a Copenhagen

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Has the format of novels hit a saturation point in terms of maturity and usage?It strikes me as remarkable that while styles of writing have morphed over time (in sync with languages), formats have not kept pace. Cartoons continue to fit snugly into a three / four- panel format (or as series), while novels continue to entertain us through prologues, chapters and epilogues.It seems that structure

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It is unacceptable that problems wiping out over ten thousand people a day in Africa are a result of mis-management of disease and debt. It is criminal that the natural water resources in Ethipia feed the Nile and can sustain the civilization many times over, and yet tens of thousands have perished from water scarcity. It is unacceptable that the Bengal famine took place in midst of abundant

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Observing recent surges in capital appreciation of real estate, spurts of natural disasters, slow down of judiciary systems, volatile markets and rising tax bills, one can't help but wonder if we aren't unwittingly committing ourselves to suffer from the following:a) Natural restriction in labour mobility - who would want to move to places where rates are shooting through the roof?b) Large losses

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Today, on her 56th birthday, I realize that my mother is a Rock Star. Here are several reasons why:...... Yesterday, she had a long conversation with me about the potential returns on investment in HSBC Mutual Fund, Reliance Mutual Funds' Equity Linked Savings Scheme etc. She wondered what drove one bank to deliver higher interest payments on their Recurring Deposit schemes. She also asked me on

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Many stories, fictional or otherwise, have influenced our thinking profoundly. One such story that brushed the cobwebs off my mental gears and saved me from ruin over a year back goes something like this:This city slicker had had decided that the hustle and bustle of daily life was a bit too much. There was little by way of joys, and he saw a vacuum in every sphere of his life - work,

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Today, I wonder what the Universe would be like if it was denied the luxury of one of two everyday grocery items - Space and Time. Let us assume that Time is denied, and only Space exists.Therefore, we have vastness, but no concept of Time. As the concept of 'motion' is characterised by movement i.e. velocity, which in turn is dependent on Time, therefore no 'motion' as we know it must exist.

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The mirror indicates, with a stoic silence, that silver hairs have arrived for an indefinite stay. The pioneering hairs have looked around, and seeing that the land is fertile, will shortly return with their native tribe. Time moves on.On Independence Day, I reconcile myself to the fact that time moves on, and people and nations must.Do we ask why the Sun fondles the seas with her rays of light

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As I observed my now three month-old niece observing me, I wondered at what point of time she would decide, "These values suit me. These other ones will not serve me any purpose. Those ones are to be treated like yesterday's diapers."Then, while reading through the initial portions of "Godel, Escher, Bach: Eternal Golden Braid", a thought struck me,"Are we the values we choose?""Let's make a

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Hmm ... this apple is wonderfulTell me, have you ever been locked in a coffin?No?Loser :-)- crunch - ... umm-mmm-hmmmmIf you're ever locked in oneStart banging against the lidWatch your veins strain against the fleshWaiting to burstApple juice is heaven .... my trip to kashmir twenty years back awakens such memoriesYour breath trickles outYour eyes slowly fail to relay anythingBecause there is

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My very own first riddle:I met a cat, grinning having eaten a canaryFollowed by another, scowling for being hungryBut the first one is not the same as the birdSo the second one grumbledAre the two related in their felinity?I bow in deferenceTo self-reference!****************"Hi there, welcome to the parlour""What may I offer you?""Some decency, less B***s***, less betrayal, more honesty. Could

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MumbaiMillion others and me26th July, 200594.5 cms of rainfall in less than 24 hoursTook 22hours 45 mins to reach homeI learnt the following:Honda makes the greatest cars in the worldThe Honda City spent nearly 10 hours in water that was on an average waist-deep, most of the time stand-still or travelling at 1 kmh. Debris, garbage etc. kept bumping into the vehicle and a Tavera would accidentally

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Unterhalt auf dem Gehen Subsistencia en caminar Subsistance sur la marche Conservazione sul camminare Sustento em andar 歩くことのたくわえ걷기에 보유保留在行走

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Saturday night and in office!Hmmm....another one for the road; what my life is like*****Finally, after months of self-imposed abstinenceOh, the familiar banging in my brain - like Tchaikovsky has met 50-cent. Thank God I'm off meats and smoking, else Black Sabbath would have joined the party! Sunday morning is not a good time for a conversation with Ozzy.However, one thing is true....wine does

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*******Ah! A pleasure to master the art of disguising work through recreational activity (and yet insist on a salary).Today's recreational activity is to surf through various tests available on www.emode.com. Hmmm.... came across an old test that tested my ESP skills and informed me that I possessed the power of precognition - the uncanny ability to see into the future.I always knew I'd get

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Jar in Arid Rashness Filthier bed I sowGaily SpinA Graham TwinsEvil one hosts...(Intrusions of PongI, rearragement servant!)... and I'll buy dinner at Hilton or Wasabi******Another pointless quiz GreenYou are a very calm and contemplative person. Others are drawn to your peaceful, nurturing nature.Find out your color at Quiz Me!

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Warning lights are flashing down at quality controlSomebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the holeThere’s rumors in the loading bay and anger in the townSomebody blew the whistle and the walls came downThere’s a meeting in the boardroom they’re trying to trace the smellThere’s leaking in the washroom there’s a sneak in personnelSomewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze’

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I think I died yesterday....Out of curiosity, do you remember your past?Somehow I can't.I remember an avatar of myself experiencing conversations, hikes, intimacy, mistakes and trying to learn from them.I just can't remember me, as is me today, doing any of those.I don't think I could do it again.Ever. I think I was reborn today.... What drives people?Is having a mission important?I took a quiz

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A lot of people I know –friends and family alike – tend to ask me this question. Some people have observed, “You don’t seem too happy these days. Why don’t you talk about it?”The truth is, I see no issue in 'talking about it' – I do have my fair share of issues and I’m not too proud to make a mention of them. What I fear most is that I may receive advice, or help, even before I’m through

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Friday afternoon, and I dream of things I look forward to when I retire.While I'm to touch 30 next year, I can't help wonder what retirement will be like. There are so many things to look forward to: Breakfast on sunshine Go for my morning swim ... at 10 AM Shall return to my hobby ... punting / investing in my favourite markets ... stock, real estate and wine My friends and I will

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NB: Have identified some stuff that didn't belong here and shifted them to a newly created blog - Hazycrystal.blogspot.comPlease do be looking at the fledgeling.

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What if ...... we were all communists and there was no Government... there was not going to be any more "golden years", and you'd have to work forever... we didn't own anything, we only acted as custodians for a brief interval of time... there was no marriage, only relationships... there was no speech, only thought and music... there was no weather that we didn't want... there were nano-robots

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You know, having pored over all my posts, I've realized something....I have absolutely no direction! I'm merely describing what I'm seeing. The words are all over the place, and it makes one wonder whether a mistake is being made in liking the writing rather than the written.Or is the ability to use the written word exaggerated? I mean, can one describe a 9 x 7 by Jimmy Page or a 7 x 3 drum roll

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I love Tuesdays, they are closer to Fridays than Mondays; I hate Sundays, they are farthest from the next drinking binge….unless Monday is declared a holiday. Either way, you hate drinking alone; I’d much rather be just alone rather than drunk and alone. When you're alone, then you think of conquest.If you were to mount a conquest on a defiant nation, how would you do it? Let’s say that you had

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Monday morning conversationSenior management calls me (not my boss) to get some work done. Such relationships are called dotted-line reporting.“Good morning, it’s me!”Wonderful, should I inform my folks so that we can participate in a gypsy dance around a fire?“Good morning.”Liar, Liar! You are about to be seduced in doing work, becausea) You’re about to be outrankedb) You’re worthlessness is

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If I were a lady and in the finals of Ms Universe, I can imagine the compere asking, "So, Ms India and Ms Venezuela , what are the top five or six things you hate?"Ms Venezuela:1 World poverty2 Anti-abortion movements3 child slavery4 female infanticide5 women oppressionMe:1 People who press the "Up" and "Down" button for a lift, get into the lift regardless of the direction and wonder why it

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As a kid, while in schoolI'd tell myself,"At this point, I'm in school"I'd reply to myself,"Ya, you're in school"I'd reply to myself,"No, I'm in school. Don't you get it?"I'd reply to myself,"Ya, you're in school."The debate would rage on till I was at the guitar classes.Today, while in officeI tell myself,"At this point, I'm in office"The phone-line is dead

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A niece of beauty is a joy forever

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Thanks, Ms Disarticulation, for tagging me. My literary ignorance stands exposed. Well....you can fool some of the people all of the time .... etc.As a return favour, would suggest a Music series as I'm more comfortable with music.Pleasant distraction this, from my inability to proceed on the earlier post, "Part 3..." Here goes:Total Books I own:Actually, very little. I've borrowed heavily over

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The waitress was collecting enough change by flirting with one man and pitting him against another man she had flirted with some minutes back. A real labour of love.It was four in the afternoon but inside the bar, there was no sense of time. The holes in the wall that overlooked the street seemed to radiate the darkness outside.Outside, the cobbler sat underneath the shade offered by the

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It was a perfectly balanced life; he often alternated between regret and sin. And often alternated between the men’s room and the bar. In front of the live music. Just like it was some minutes back. Except that news of the gun-shot had spread pretty fast. And then it came back, haunting him like an old tune.The police were circling around the apartment complex. The lights were twirling and the

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What issue or issues will most define our future?A search for values. People want to believe in something more profound than "bigger, better, faster, new, and improved." Full lives need meaning and purpose beyond the fleeting gratification of rampant consumption. In the future, successful businesses will need to connect emotionally with customers. And transactions will be richer--more than goods

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The choices of values that people make continue to fascinate me. This is in continuation to another pile of junk I'd written sometime back......CommitmentDepending on your genetic predisposition, a commitment could either mean taking a relationship to “another level” or it could mean a stint in a lunatic asylum. Or one followed by another. Like serendipity gone all wrong.To me, a commitment means

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If Shakespeare had a bustI'm sure it'd be gathering dust(I eat bhindi and cornMy aplogies, I'm not to the manor born)Wonder why he wrote about Ophelia and CalpurniaWhen I hear he was drunk, gay and suffered from herniaWonder how he did copeWhen with another man, he could not elopeI trust he saw in the Merchant of VeniceA really large ......umm...... need for cleanlinessBefore I continue on his

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All of last night, I chased a dark angelAnd yet she eluded me, I don't know whyWhen she finally grew weary of the gameShe disappeared in the mists in my brainOnly to let the hot sphere rise....Is this the rambling of a sleepy childOr the spent energy of a youth gone wild?

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Strange time to remember a line by James Wood in the movie "The General's Daughter"..."What crime is worse than rape? Betrayal. "On another tangent, am humming to the tune of my current favourite song -"Higher"- from my current favourite band - Creed".........When dreaming I'm guided through another worldTime and time againAt sunrise I fight to stay asleep'Cause I don't want to leave the comfort

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Daily train journey to work reminds me of a poem by Henry David Thoreau:What's the railroad to me?I never go to seeWhere it ends.It fills a few hollows,And makes banks for the swallows,It sets the sand a-blowing,And the blackberries a-growing.

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