Friday, November 21, 2008

THE WHITE TIGERS

“India may not have electricity or drinking water or proper roads or sewage system, but it certainly does have thousands of entrepreneurs, most in the field of technology where they have set up outsourcing companies that virtually run America. “ – Says Aravind Adiga in his book, The White Tiger.

India was on the verge of becoming the global H.Q of IT industry. B.E graduates kept changing their jobs – as often as nasty fights in the parliament – with higher paychecks and a plushier lifestyle. Night life was at its best and pubs were overflowing with working class youngsters. Indians working in outsourcing companies and call centers – a place where Ramasamys, Navins and Vimalas pretend to be Romarios, Nevilles and Victorias to their lazy American callers and make them understand that the monitor has to be plugged to the CPU for watching a movie! – were being paid well and most made it their permanent job.

But a series of unexpected financial disasters, with many banks and insurance companies claiming bankruptcy, led to an economic meltdown. This financial crisis is the worst ever recorded since the Great Depression. Economic Meltdown, Global recession, Pink Slips… Words and phrases of the business jargon have become household terms.

Delaying any salary hike and also reducing the salary caps; large-scale layoffs are the methods that companies have resorted to for battling the ongoing financial crisis. The pubs are nearly deserted, party-animals have reverted to their normal self and window-shoppers have outnumbered actual shoppers by a whopping margin in super-malls. And students have been hit hard by this economic recession. People who kept changing jobs at will are clinging on to their jobs desperately with fear pangs clouding over their job security (comparable to the insecure post of Pakistan Cricket coach!).

An even imminent danger that pundits envision is unemployment, a word that has lost its fame ever since the IT industry invaded our country. Images of Kollywood movies that thrived on the subject of unemployment juxtaposes in my mind as I try to visualize the ominous impending situation. The heroes of the 90s used to wear intensely sparking shiny shirts and baggy jeans. And they went around the city wooing a girl and finally winning her… A seemingly happy ending but the guy did not have any job to make a living! These scenes, which seemed obscure to me during the IT boom, are now gaining more relevance !

In these troubled times when such images, buried under the garbage heaped behind video shops in the form of video cassettes, come alive and haunt us, one word stands out as a solution… ENTREPRENEUR.An entrepreneur is someone who organizes a business venture and assumes the risk for it. Reading between the lines, the word risk is to be noted. 1/3rd of the entrepreneurs are lucky silver spooned morons*, who own companies that have been bequeathed by their fathers. While the rest – the rare breed – have had to grind hard and sweat it out to smell success. These self-made entrepreneurs are unperturbed by recessions and undisturbed by any financial crisis…shaken but not stirred. Man usually performs well in a nothing-else-to-lose situation and most of the self-made entrepreneurs, who have defied the Murphy’s Law and risen against the odds, are stellar examples of it.

Millions of college goers in our nation, after under-graduation, head for higher studies or take up a subservient job at an MNC. But very few students have treaded the road less travelled and become self-made entrepreneurs, scaling heights that other people can only dream of. And classifying them according to the states, there are effectively very few in each region which makes them a special one-in-a-million phenomenon… Like the few white tigers in a large tiger population!

The world is hot, flat and crowded. Thinking out of the box, however whacky it is, can turn out to be fruitful. If everyone in the world had taken up an ordinary nine-to-five**, i.e, without any new self-made entrepreneurs… you wouldn’t be using the PC or the iPod, had Steve Jobs and Bill Gates chosen to take up normal jobs; had Evan Williams not launched Pyra Labs, you wouldn’t even be reading this blog !

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*An expletive for those lucky morons coz my dad doesn’t own a company** With call centers and BPOs, the phrase ‘nine-to-five’ is no longer very relevant!

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Twilight

G.I.Joes...Maggi...Tazoos...Center fresh cricket player cards...DD...Shakalaka Boom Boom...Frontyard rubber ball cricket...Shattered windowpanes...Pepsi tin stumps ...Velvet pencils...Magic Pop...Business...Monopoly...Book Cricket...Rides in the classic Fiat car...Hindi Tuitions...Mean big bro...Paper-Rubberband weapons...Chakra Skating...Hanaplast...Cousins...64 in 1 video games...Tom n Jerry...T-Bone ~~ Twilight street cricket...Duplicate audio casettes...Remuki puffs...Re.1 pepsi ...Paper boats in the rain...Crocin...Re.1 picture charts for projects...Playing football in the hall...Irking Granny...Backyard trees...Ripe berries... Powercuts ...Enid Blyton...Bright evenings...The Hindu (big enough for me to hide behind) and Milo...Half polished shoes...Carrom n Chess...HW diary sign forgery...Sideyard garden...Chitchat with Thatha... Evenings in the 90s...Smiling eyes.


Nokia King King game...Pizzas...Just Lays chips...Cric Info...Cable TV...ESPN...EPL ...EA Sports Cricket 08...Windows XP system hang...Overpriced tins...Parkers and Sheaffers...Death by Chocolate...Board games getting predated by insects...Driving TATA Indigo...Tutions for everything except Hindi...Bro in Indore...Rubberbands only in the office room...Forgotten rollers...Videogame set tucked away in the loft ...EPL...Lollu Sabha...Empty streets in the twilight...Bazaar Audio DVDs...Barren piece of land at Remuki...Appy Fizz...Water puddles longing for boats... Wikipedia+CtrlC +Ctrl V +Ctrl P for projects...Granny irked by my absence... Backyard trees...Rotten 'unplucked' berries...UPS...Sidney and Jeffrey...Bright evenings...Yahoo! messenger...Slippers...Max Payne...Cell phone to-do list...Sideyard garden...Lonely thatha... Memories of evenings in the 90s...Wet eyes.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

55 FICTION

The Emerald Lady..

"Her name is Katrina ", said an old friend when I inquired about his new girlfriend. He praised her green eyes, curly hair and the emerald ear-ring. After he left, his words kept ringing in my head. Shocked, I looked at the photo of my late wife, her emerald ear-ring matching the color of her eyes.......



55 Fiction is a form of microfiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words..

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Engi(s)neering Chemistry



Title - Engineering Chemistry
Publishers - Dhanpat Rai
Authors - Jain and jain

In a nutshell - Aimed at providing the students an easy and lucid method for learning... Just aimed...



The features of d book as written in the back of the book

11 NEW Chapters
Err... The book totally has 12 , which means the previous edition had only one chapter? Or it should've been the book's title!
17th edition but still it manages to boast 2 mistakes minimum every page, a quality thats unique to Jain n Jain
Cost - Rs.150 and interestingly lower than books from other authors who've plagiarized stuff from Jain's.

The content of the book is presented in a lucid way but its more than just comprehensive. A book out of question for eleventh-hour preparation as it has too many topics, each comprising of too many lines that is agonisingly arduous to study.

Voices from the Fourth Estate

The Times of Congo - Trudosi'au ls*do po^ipd mcaksjo s"dkppaa #re qwd@opp^zzlwe!!

The Muslim - A captivating book and read by nerds 2-3 times over, so somethings good about it.

Washington Roast - Stress, lower jaw pain because of excessive yawning makes the author on top of the WANTED LIST and highly recommended by doctors who can make a living out of this book...

The Indian Bullock Cart
- An enticing, gripping book, a must read, favourite of all age-groups - probably the best of its kind to come out in ages. Very generous, comes at a low price and also has given us 4k more than the decided bribe for this comment...

Dabha Chronicle
- 364 pages at Rs.80 (2nd hand), vadai owners club n parotta parcel services club all praises for the book.

Am just kidding.I mustered up 84 in chemistry. Both the Jains - I love ya swines!

Rooney to my rescue!


August 2006

LOSA, an aggrandized cultural extravaganza of Southern TN is easily the most awaited event in anyone's school life out in the south. Having been a part of the substitute quiz team, I got my first serious task at PSYNA college in the suburbs of Madurai as the celebrated regular quizzing teams of my school had to focus on studies. My team eventually came second in the tournament and were in the reckoning for LOSA's second team.

LOSA, being a event conducted and financed by TVS school's Alumni on a five lakh budget, the quiz was expected to be a tough nut to crack. Sports quiz qualifier went on smoothly and we cruised to the final. General Quiz prelimns had more than expected questions on sports and entertainment, so we luckily entered the finals. Finished third in General quiz, after enjoying the lead for few incredible moments in the initial part of the quiz.Being a second team from my school, qualifying itself appeared one mega achievement and coming third in it made me feel on top of the world.

I noticed all the variants of girls - cute, hot, dumb, trendy and smart (which was the reason I was there in the first place ;) ), as I walked along the corridors leading to the sports quiz venue after my skit team had bagged the first place in Movie-spoof competition and I was on an all time high. I had one fine final chance to prove my prowess as an accidental yet decent quizzer. The Sports quiz team comprising of me,Ram and Aniruth were perched nearest to the audience, who were sitting behind us in the cozy and cool lab with projector. The quiz organisers(TVS alumni) shook hands with us with a easily noticeable false smile and wished good luck, cursing under their breath, " u gona be bad losers this eve"...

Infinite bounds round of 40 questions.
After 39 questions, the scores stood as follows

The home team(TVS) at 80
My team - 75
The perpetual Mahatma(my school) - TVS rivalry reached new heights after this tight situation. The entire quiz organisers team were TVS alumni and everyone shot cold stares at us.

I forgot I was an atheist for a moment, the rest of the teams were looking at the quiz master, who winked at the TVS team on top of the charts.
Damn, he was from TVS too. It was a direct question to us.
All my sensory organs were so focussed at the quiz master.
Sweat trickled down my neck.. AC? It was on at 21 degree celsius!

" IF he had the citizenship to my country I would love to have him play for my country... Who said this about whom ?"

I blurted out Maradona and errr..err...
Ive come across it somewhere before, somewhere... I slapped myself, hoping it ll turn on my rusty brain and the answer surfaces. Aniruth and Ram sensed my anxiety and asked me to make a wild guess.
Quiz master announced that it wont have any part points.
I know you biased swine.

Everything look blurred to me, time stood still suddenly, I felt myself locked up in some dark room. I couldn't hear any noise around the room and even the smirking rival team already half celebrating their victory noisily. I shook my head vigorously for a moment hoping it comes to my head magically.

The quizmaster's voice loomed spelling doom to us, " ten seconds"
Wait you fuckin idiot
I turned back at the crowd who were right behind us (literally). A guy was stealthily tugging at Aniruth's t-shirt from behind and he shrugged. I lay back and read the words on the back of Aniruth's t-shirt...It read

ROONEY
Time resumed. Light filled the room and the door was thrown wide open.

The quiz master was about to mouth the words 'times up' and I squeaked WAYNE ROOONEY. The whole room fell silent for a second and the rival team stared open mouthed at me.
The quiz master looked shocked in disbelief for a moment and stuttered, " Corr..rrect a.an..an..answer" .

We leapt in joy at our unprecedented hour of glory. I stood up, and involuntarily my middle finger pointed towards the professor who intervened in the general quiz finals,which had cost us the second place.
The august month eve proved to be one of the most august moments in my life, thanks to the stranger who made it possible by stroking my team mate's shirt once.

Bless Aniruth for wearing Rooney's jersey. Bless Body Language apparel shop where he got it. Bless Rooney for being what he is...