Monday, December 29, 2008

7 hours going and 8 hours coming

A colleague in my office is from Rewari, a town in haryana just a few kms off the highway to Jaipur. He has some exciting anecdotes to share each time he comes back from Rewari after a vacation. And like every time this time round, he had invited me for a cup of coffee to the coffee room, where we exchanged pleasantries in addition to christmas greetings. Now that we had both entered the lets-come-to-the-point!- mode, he began elucidating on the level of financial innovation in small towns in the land-rich north Indian states. I was aware of the richness of these land-rich states, the heightened level of common sense amongst the local populace and (not to forget) the enterprising spirit which is better termed as "jugaad". So it wasn't really surprising for me to hear that Farmer A made X amount of money by lending it to a chit fund Y and so on and so forth. Interestingly, my colleague touched upon a point that absolutely eluded me.
Currently, a new scheme has caught the fancy of young/middle aged farmers in these states and has become topical in the evening meetings at the local panwarri (redi for some). The scheme gained immense popularity solely on the word of mouth. I mean you know how the word spreads. An excerpt -"Ganganagar's Mosi's Nanad's Chachchera brother paid Mr X Rs. 13,000 and good heavens he received Rs 26 lakh in 3 years"- And while listeners slurping on warm tea stare at this master storey teller, in awe... Mr X's agent gets his bait! So, Mr X has his tentacles spread scross these villages/states involving thousnads and thousands of investors beset by greed and day-dreams (as if nights were not enough). An astute investor, unlike myself, would say " Damn this! I am sure to lose". The probability of a person benfitting from such a scheme depends on one simple Queueing concept called "FIFO" (First in First out). As long as you are at the bottom of the pyramid, your chances of benefitting are high. And every level you move upwards, your chances diminish. Unfortunately, if you are at the top of the pyramid, the onlyoption left for you is to JUMP!
Yes, I said pyramid! That is what I was getting at, the point my colleague was trying to make.
Pyramid= Ponsii scheme= Madoff scam
We have miniature Madoffs in our country swindling cash off uneducated investors and thatching scams like no tomorrow. I don't know if this phrase has ever been used but they are Economy Hackers!
Now coming to what I vehemently wanted to write about.. my journey from Delhi to Jaipur and back. It took me 7 hrs to reach jaipur and 8 hours to return to Delhi. Its an experience of mixed feelings as you know one does like to form opinions, pass judgements and then inevitable reach conclusions. The story that I narrated in the paras above is connected. The NH-8 seems to be the financial lifeline of this country. Any body who sets up shop on this highway is bound to hit a Jackpot! Over the years of traveling to and from from Delhi to Jaipur, what does one see? Other than just widening of roads and increasing traffic, the trickle down effect of urban economies to villages which in as many as 10 years have turned into townships, where Hero Honda is the new bi-cycle and mobile phone is just another necessity. Towns like Dharuveda and Kotputli, where in the erstwhile 90s one would find vendors lined up on the hihway selling fresh carrots and raddishes, today has had an ugly face lift. The beauty of the mustard fields is hidden by two-storey buildings painted in tasteless colors, geometrically shaped factories and an unnerving filth by the road side. Traffic Jams often invite snarls from harrowed and uncivilized drivers and while one hp[es to reach Jaipur in 5 hrs, it takes 1 hr each to meander, albeit bumper to bumper, through these mini-sub-urban economies. Remember the Panipat of NH-1 wit out the flyover. Well, just square that and add it to infinity. That’s what you can expect this time when you drive down to Jaipur.

So like a pseudo-economist and with political innuendos, I rest my case – Development comes at a cost i.e. increase in travel time!

Friday, December 26, 2008

1999 the year i suddenly remembered...


It is ofcourse not De ja vu... but things are peculiarly similar... My thoughts that rebelled against my conscience 9 years ago are rebelling again... and look at the world around me... there have been astounding changes (beyond recognition) but surprisingly situations are being repeated. its like i took a parikrama for 9 years and all that i can see (besides the lemon tree).. is the starting point.

India was fighting tooth n nail wid Pak army intruders in Kargil, I was writting essays about brave soldiers in anticipation that CBSE would definitely touch this topic ( I mean who could not predict Class X CBSE papers back then?)... I am not writing essays about the Indo-pak situation these days, but I am definitely reading up a lot on the issue. And i have come across some really good essays_ Jug Suraiya, Barkha Dutt and Rajdeep Sardesai did not write their coloumns as "just another job"...They wrote with emotion and intensity... It was very refreshing to a regular Sunday reader of the newspapers such as myself.... Yes, things are similar... in 1999 I opened the newspapers to find updates on the Kargil war (read heroic stories)... in 2008 I open the newspaper to see the build-up of a war-never-to-be! Heroic stories/legends too.

I am in Jaipur these days, spending time with D&M... its really different this year around here (but similar to 1999)... I am getting closer to D&M and distancing myself from P&M... I was angry with P&M back then and I am anguished now. P&M have been unfair and I dont think I should expect them to be fair too.. they are getting old... D&M are however as doting as ever.. they really take care of me and all that. they are old and getting older.

Yesterday D&M were napping in my room, while i was on you-tube... the first thing i typed on the search bar was "Kiss me".. the number by (lost and never to be found) six pence none the richer. I heard the song and had goose bumps and if I were in a movie.. there would have been a flash back. I mean i could see myself sitting in 771, Asian games village (all in 1999)... listening to the song with Tushi while Pokher brought us lunch.... The memory is uncanny...

I quickly popped-up another window and typed in "garbage"... heard almost all the songs by them and what flashed back?... an advertisement of an album which featured Garbage.. I remember asking Tushi .." hey i ve never heard them.. lets buy the audio when we r in music world next"... Tushi was like "Abu, you wont like the music"... How wrong he was?


Ya I liked being in 1999.. (eyes closed n day dreaming)


P&M gave me a lecture yet again... In 1999 it was wid studies... in 2008 its wid my job... in 1999, i sat and listened to them wet-eyed... in 2008 I walked out... but but wet-eyed... "you dont understand me!"_roxxette


I miss 1999... I was in love for the first time.. I made out with SS for the first time.. it was enthrilling..


Come back 1999...


Monday, December 22, 2008

If, at all things were to fall in place!!

Writing a blog was mainly driven by two factors namely:

a) A blogging friend would read my stuff and leave her comments

b) A 24/7 net connection cupled with a reliable laptop

Factor (b) was of course predominant, while Factor (a) was more of a condition of sorts. So, since my last post, certain foreseen/unforseen events took over my life rendering me thoughtless, mindless, lifeless etc etc.. And here is therefore a chronology of those dasterdly events that hindered my connecting to the world


November: Major fight wid blogger friend, Horrendous fight with Sutte, Laptop crashed, Out-of-Money, Two tyre punctures (deflating my ego, so to speak) and Bong-o-mania

Early December: Blogger friend picks me out of her life like a fly in her big bowl of soup, Sutte continues fighting and accusing me of heartbreak, laptop in the car awaiting repairs, office boss driving me nuts wid an unfair appraisal, SEVERE Bong-o-mania.

Mid December: Cometh some respite, company newsletter released, met high-school love, continuous bludgeoning Bong-o-mania.

Mid/End December: Laptop repaired, net enabled, discovered Amici in Khan market ( the best whole-wheat pizzas in Delhi), drank 3 large Vodkas, 2 Tequila shots and 1 Carlsberg wid high school love ( who is currently treading the path to Freak alcoholism), Unaffected with bong-o-mania

Ah! I think that summarises the two months of this amazing year 2008

So wid determined plans of action, I resolve to continue blogging for years to come... untill I get a place in the history books.. when young children of standard 6th while browsing on their virtual textbook will read abt the blog that ALMOST MADE HISTORY! (Shuck! you don expect me to be over-ambitious)

I just finished speaking wid sutte, and she says (I can see) "your sunny side up"...

Just before ending this second kick-off... some love/hate messages


Sutte: Stop blaming me for ur decisions... I ain't responsible

Blogger friend: I am sorry for what I did. But my tyres really did get punctured!

Family: Stop showing me I am irrelevant, I already know.

Office people: Get a life!!!

Terrorists: Go to the moon and commit suicide!

Rest of the world: Stop trusting investment bankers!


Cya

Monday, October 27, 2008

Kick Off!

Late as usual, and Damn! I couldn't be more excited. I have wanted to write all my life, about thoughts that diffuse from the left side of my brain and then disappear somewhere in the middle before reaching the right side. Thus, it is my intention to catch those random thoughts in the middle of their long hollow journey and write about them. And who knows I might discover concepts that will put Stephen Hawking and the rest to shame. Coming to think of it, I have been scratching my head pretty often lately... Wonder what's cooking up there?

The pressure to be happy and all enthusiastic every Diwali has quadrupled year-on-year. Nodding your head to indicate "Confirmation" to instructions cometh from higher offices (read: parents) has ensured a great strain on my neck. And I know my head massage is long over due. Till last night, I had a sulk on my face- The T.V. offered no respite whatsoever. Surprisingly, there weren't any masala news- no Home Minister who changed his clothes thrice yesterday! Anyways, I plopped and prodded on my bed only to fall asleep 2-3 hrs later.

I was woken up hurriedly today morning! The male-nurse (What are they called?) from Ranbaxy had arrived to take my family's blood samples. Oh! Did I forget to tell you about my family. See, we like confirming whether we are unfit or not... over-sized waist lines, exceeding food budgets, not finding your size in an apparel showroom- is not sufficient evidence to our unhealthy lifestyle. We must see the confirmation of the same in black and white and on paper lest we start believing that "Rosey cheeks" and "Rotund body frames" are a sign of fresh air and love..

I discovered only today, the advances in Medical technology and was astounded by the way they extract blood samples. Its painless!! Unlike a nurse jabbing you in your vein and pulling out the bood in that blood thirsty pichkari like injection ( me scared that she may think its Blood Holi-day), the new injections are far superior. I mean, you have to get jabbed once ( whats with the excess optimism- Virtual blood tests? Not in my life time, chick-o) however, no-pichkari-like-pulling-out-blood. The blood starts trickling-in in side a test tube and thats that.


So the pressure to be happy today, abated considerably, when the Preliminary reports for the blood samples came in, this evening. French, Romans and Countryme, lend me your ears!






Cholesterol- Normal
Triglycerides- Normal
Cholestrol HDL- Normal
Cholestrol LDL- Normal
Glucose- Normal
Ah! Feels good to be fat!
(Ding Dong!)

Hey my pizzas here, Gotta go!

Flicks

  • Children of Heaven
  • Monsoon Wedding
  • Khamosh paani
  • Bridges of Madisson County
  • In the name of my father