Short Introduction of Che Guevara.

THE CUBAN REVOLUTION WAS FIVE YEARS OLD in 1964 when Ernesto Che Guevara was offered financial compensation to speak at Havana University. Guevara was one of only a handful of foreigners who came with the Castro Brothers on the Yacht called "Granma" to fight against the Batista dictatorship.

Upon landing in Cuba, most of the 81 men on the yacht were caught or killed, and only 16 escaped into the Sierra Maestra Mountains, where peasants and farmers aided them until their forces grew into the revolutionary army that defeated Batista.
By the time his troops marched on Havana with Camilo Cienfuegos' troops in January 1959, Guevara was very popular with the Cuban population. Stories of his bravery and leadership circulated widely, and he was considered one of the most important figures in the Revolution.

In his response to the offer from Havana University, Guevara showed the contempt for money that he openly shared with the Castro Brothers and a number of the other revolutionaries. "It's inconceivable to me," he wrote, "that a monetary payment should be offered to an official of the Government and the (Communist) Party, for any work of whatever kind it may be. Among the many payments that I have received, the most important is to be considered a part of the Cuban people; I would not know how to gauge that in dollars and cents." (The letter was printed in the Mexican magazine SUCESSOS, January 2, 1967.). The word "che" is the familiar diminutive for "you" in Argentina, as in "hey, you!" It was an affectionate term that became his "official" name and the one which he used for a signature, always with a lower-case "c."

Born in Argentina on June 14 1928 (he was ten months younger than Fidel Castro), Guevara studied medicine at Buenos Aires University, where he also became involved in opposition to the Argentine leader Juan Peron. He later went to Guatemala, and in 1953 he joined the government of Jacabo Arbenz Guzman, who was overthrown by a CIA-sponsored coup.

An intellectual and an idealist, able to speak coherently about Aristotle, Kant, Marx, Gide or Faulkner, he also loved poetry, and was equally at home with Keats as with Sara De Ibáñez, his favorite writer. It is said that he knew Kipling's "If" by heart.
"I don't think you and I are very closely related," Che wrote in a letter to Señora María Rosario Guevara, "but if you are capable of trembling with indignation each time that an injustice is committed in the world, we are comrades, and that is more important." It was this "great sensitivity to injustice" that forged his political views and led him to distrust imperialism, specifically the American government.

It is said that Guevara played an important role in converting Castro to communism, often quoting Marx, Engels, Mao Tse-tung and others.

Guevara suffered from a life-long asthmatic condition that might have prevented any other man from participating in guerilla warfare as he did, but he was determined to not let his ailment interfere with his ideals for a just society. This condition may be why, as a doctor, he specialized in allergies.

Journalist Herbert L. Matthews writes about Guevara in his book, REVOLUTION IN CUBA: "His dedication to his revolutionary beliefs was deeply religious. Che had a missionary's faith in the innate goodness of man, in the ability of workers to dedicate themselves to ideals and to overcome selfishness and prejudices. It was the other side of the coin of his passionate indignation against injustice and exploitation of the humble. He saw the solution in an exalted form of Marxism that would bring freedom and brotherhood. Such men are born to be martyrs."

While living in Mexico, Guevara worked in the allergy ward of the General Hospital and supplemented his salary as a photographer. It was at this time that he met Raul Castro, who told him about the situation in Cuba. In early July 1954, Guevara met Fidel, and after talking through the night for ten straight hours, he joined the Cuban Revolution.

Guevara went on to become the official doctor of the rebel army, and an important leader and strategist. Before leaving for Cuba on the Granma, he told his wife Hilda Gadea (whom he married on August 18, 1955 in Mexico City) that he joined the expedition "because it was part of the fight against Yankee imperialism and the first stage of the liberation of our continent."

After taking on many important jobs in the Cuban government after the Revolution (he headed Cuba's Ministry of Industry from 1961 to 1965) he led a force of 120 Cubans into the Congo, but the mission ended in failure.

In 1966 Guevara went to fight for revolution in Bolivia. He was captured by the Bolivian Army and executed on October 9 1967.

A few Good Men.

In a country plagued by scandals , government apathy the need of the hour is Honest People who can lead , inspire this nation. The recent attack during an election rally on a prominent politician brings this decadent nature to the fore.Though the attacker is fighting for his life on rudimentary medical infrastructure , the politician is being administered the best of medical aid.The brutality , grotesque beatingthat he was subsequently administered to by overzealous supporters makes him a victim himself rather than a criminal.The circumstances that led to this extreme step can be traced to the failure of the govt. to discharge its duty , the concentration of power in the hands of who themselves need to be brought to books, the defunct juidicial system where justice comes out as water dripping from some Delhi Jal Board taps leading to econmoic , social stagnation is a quintesssential example of where we are heading to.

The person must have his own valid reasons which are being shrouded by the media which itself is subservient to the feudel politics of sychophancy.........this is sheer blasphemy where the victim is being subjugated to serve the vested interests of a class which is least interested in discharging it's duty .....

May the Revolution live and a day come when the justice is done to the concept opf equity which the founding fathers of the country strived for...

What is in a name .

The recent spurt in schemes being named after Nehru/Gandhi scions points to a decadent sycophancy to which our government and ministry officials have plummeted to . For them it is their only way to impress upon their immediate powers .It is an instrument in their hands to fulfill their motives .
Well some may argue what concern it to them, the name , when the schemes so envisaged accrue benefits to the people . The issue cannot be skirted on this argument. A deeper understanding of the problem is required with serious repercussions.In fact the embodiment of values , ideals projected by prefixing the names of some specific persons to schemes and projects is a shibboleth. Therefore the scheme's name should be after the persons entrusted with implementation or the post/authority at the helm of affairs. The efficacy of this approach is the Pradhan Mantri Gram Sadak Yojana. This way the lynch pin stakeholders will discharge their duties to the best of their ability.
Now the question may arise why such a simplistic approach will produce magnificent results. The answer dear reader is within ourselves.
As Shakespearean classics have aptly documented the desire for fame , recognition is inherent in every individual. T o meet this end different modes ranging from pervasive to forbidden are adopted. If we provide an opportunity with stakes , the person leading the schemes will leave no stone unturned to make it a grand success and thus leave an indelible mark ...for opportunity comes but often knocking at your door and if the purpose be so noble it is just an icing on the cake.

Much ado about Nothig.

So I am back after a brief hiatus. In between many things have transpired which have impacted my life course. Begining in the series was a disaster at a exam considered not the least easy to clear yet the most coveted to drive any sane person to profanity ... next followed the shocker of realising that all the four years slogged at as India's creme de le creme turn out to be a naught when you are not in cognizance with market demand.. cruel intentions but such is the way of life
Life has to be recollected from the shattered bits left over after obliteration..to move on ahead is pervasively about learning the unlearnt and putting to trash the learnt..

Do you sense some elements of withering of a person who suffered at the hands of destiny ,,,if the answer is in the affirmative then I could not help blaming you ... yet on another platform it is about a new found confidence that seems to have engulfed a person who refuses to bow down ...
All said and done ....why should i become a narcisst...when I am egoistic....scrap it for I am in a delirium

The year preceding saw some more interesting developments on Political front with BJP making a tremendous comeback from Nowhere , Congress entangling itself into a quagmire of Sychophancy , inept and Aggrandization...Advani despite resurrecting the party leaving from the helm of affairs as their lynchpin leaving the reins to a person whose efficacy will be put to test ...anyways a begining has to be made and a better opportunity could not have presented itself to man on lookout for one...A whiff of change is in the offing which is always pleasant from mundane chronlogy...

Lesson has been learnt and message suucintly put forward that idealogy reigns supreme ..person's charisma comes second..

A party which so recently was in turmoil can make a turnaround ,,then there is no reason why it should not be applied to individuals...

And this article that I have just chipped in falls aptly in the juxtaposition of things

The gruelling week .

The week preceding was one hell of a time for me...for I was actually entrusted to do coding tasks in a language whose reminiscences of Greek..
I did my best to accomplish the tasks allotted to me and andon occasions not more than a few, I succeedded but more often than not it was a big cipher..
Probably that is the fate one meets when you enter a domain one has had no formal training...it is I hope a passing phase which I will overcome sooner or later and if formenr the better it is for me for nobody but I have the urgency to come to terms with technology..Am I really grateful for having being provided with this valuable opportunity to ..????????????
The immediate problem is coming to terms with an architecture that is humongous to say the least , employs a vast range of scripting languages and to add to the misery is the hard fact that the task assigned has to be met within the deadlines ..but who said that the corporate culture is easy..it is the way the businesses are done ..
The past week had me so engrossed that I rarely paid attention to happenings to the world outside with time for news ,magazines being pruned to my utter dismay and regret..I hope to correct the mistakes henceforth ..
The week was also sensational in another way with me receiving a call from my college friend with whom I have shared a convival relationship..the chap is working on a summer internship in Delhi .he briefed about the latest happenings ,,the topmost being what I always suspected but could never confirm that "HE IS A GAY".And I am realizing now the urgency to learn driving but despite my every effort the dream seems to be turning sour...wow man when I look back I realize that so much to be accomplishED and so little achieved I guiltily end another feather in my cap with a promise to make a conmeback with the embeliishments of words that i have now been exhausted which never the less is splendour of English ...
Any Takers !!!!!

No news is good news.

For time immemorial it has been the norm rather than an exception that news which lacks substance is the one that hogs the limelight.Issues , Opinions , Polls on subjects , matters aimed at the amorous readers ,to up their TRP ratings hog the limelight.
People who matter less , opinions bordering on glib , events fastidiously packed to embellish them somehow remain in our claustrophobic mindspace which has been hijacked by the copious news channels which cater to a market rather than creating an enlightened market viewer.
So it comes as no surprise for the sorry state of affairs and that too despite the omnipresence of media it's broadening influence ,things have still come as a cropper on the governance front...
However we cannot absolve ourselves from this .We live in a consumerist society and despite of our talk of paramount interest of the consumers we have been not able to enforce the clout that we can exert. It is still more surprising that no dissent has been raised and people rather than taking things in a manner compatible with facts , digest at it's face value.
The media on the other has taken this as golden gooose egg laying opportunity with they playing subservient to men in power for furthering their personal interests. Infact the media enjoys an influence which is second to none.The need of the hour is therefore to put an onerous effort to put things in place lest we will stay as laggards.
The proponents of Socialism ,Secularism while exhorting the altruist virtues allow themselves to become pawns to men and women whom they need to expose for this is the conception for working of effective democracy...

The importance of being evil.

The title might suggest desecration for virtues but!!! why it will not when that exactly what is the rendezvous , I am prevaricating to reach. If volition , carte blanche be the order for which India and US can be strategic and nuclear partners , then I have every reason on the planet to bombard you with mundane issues ...is it so ???
Of late,on me venturing into the corporate world the premeditated conviction was that let me focus on the core competency and the rest shall fall into it's place ,,I mean all the extra curriculars such as office politics , becoming a shirker and playing truant to one's duty from which we derive our susutenance.But such is the prevarcation that you shall be forced to think , vacillate and at times become capricious but the issue is not that...
The point is you have to learn the tricks of the trade to deserve what rightfully belongs to you but were we not told what belongs to you ..for it is better not receive when you deserve rather than receive when not deserve..but it has validity of the socialist zeitgeist...
All said and done let's switch to issues peritnent to news headlines ,,the recent visit by The World's Mightiest Man who descended this fateful holy land to add tolerance to his vocabulary despite unity in diversity .His visit for some commuters threw life out of gear while for some it was sycophancy time to eulogise the government's herculean achievement that has been influenced more by strategic concerns rather than diplomacy efficacy.Any Arguments???Yeah lots of people will be gesticulating with their middle finger firmly in place but ..I do not have hits so I can at my be at my own discretion ha ha Me a hermit and this blog a hermitage but the shackles will be broken for I intend to invite enmasse
Remmembering Bush and traffic ensnarls that followed it reminds me why people crip only now and then when it is a a tenet of the day.The policemen as a constitutional obligation harass the commuters ,, draw mileage from drivers who take the public for a 'ride' literally..this despication of the rule of the law is amply visible when the bus's character of mobiliy vapourizes into immobility at the ubiquitious bus stops under the preening eyes of traffic police who are more happy to play truant to their duty...My firm belief is putting an end to this will lessen the chaos ,reduce the oil import budget saving precious foreign exchange , curb pollution and generate a sense of urgency in city life which seems to be going kolkotta way!!!! hey pun or metaphor intended...
And if these national benefits do not convince the government to get its act together probably the votebank politics of giving and appaesing the passengers who comprise the common man will set the cat among the pigeons rolling..will it ???? not sure but what else are we aimimg for when you want to host the Commonwealth games and the the advertsing blitzkreig "CHALO DILLI"..

Call me for clarifiacations @9818462503

Why I do need net hits?

Eversince I started scripting trash I have not been able the garner the hit of aven a single netizen..and with bleak future I must confess the possibility is very indeed meagre..
It seems I have been complled to do what I never,, from the start wantred to do but circumstances and necessity can force anyone to go against his will...
So with this I beseech all the blokes and Pretty lasses to come and grace the blog with their hit hit hit hit hit hit...I need it!!!!!
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I hope the adequacy is clear ....
And suggestions always welcome something which is ensembled in the constitution .

Party animals

The world is blitzkreig and no one bears a testimony to this than the ubquitious,surreptious and conceited animals; oopsss PARTY ANIMALS the lingo they themselves devised and masochistically derive pleasure when referred to as one. Of late, this party bug has left no one unsmitten starting from the top echoleans to politicains;a protege of another ubiquitious sobriquet COMMON MAN who has been in news of late when issue skirting seems to be the mantra followed by their fateful masters. The page 3 culture as so often it is termed is a creation of those who themselves ridicule the gross impropreity in a social gathering where even the makers of Khajuraho outwitted to gain media attention and moolah. Anyways why so hoopla hulla bulla over a phenomenon that is least on the forum of COMMON MAN?Are we not trying to sound "The grapes are sour" when we surreptitiously furtively are a party to this hip hopping ,It seems women whp flaunt their gifts of creation for a miserly appetite of click of the lens become puerile on the contrary ,their naivety lends them an authenticity which seems to have bereft most of us.Atleast they do what they desire to rather than masquerade they bear the brunt of media glare and despite,, at times being at the receiving end continue with their old ways , they are the driving force behind gossip machines working overtime to catch readers eyeball ,they infact are a source of employment and pleasure for some others who like their page 3 counterparts are left to fend for themselves.

United Colors of Adversity.

At times the when the going gets the tough, the tough is gone ..has anyone experienced a situation somewhat similar to this???Anyone listening!!!!Helloooo???
During college days with the culmination of the best brains and the most dilligent students , and with an academic system so much engrossed in relative performance that absolute performance seems irrelevant , I underwent similar feelings. Day in day out you were focussing to improving your lot which in absolute terms might have happenend but put in front of others it was still the status quo .However the moment you stopped ,,you were down ..laggard you become one, procrastinaton a taboo in this cut throat environment. It was the first time realized to keep running is to stand at the current place when the whole world is also on the prowl. Things such as lifting oneself seems to have relative element became aptly clear to me ....if you have to win the race you need top oversmart the other chaps in the fray ..and that includes relative acceleration .....involving herculean onerous effort.That is why people who despite their adversity go on to become superachievers become icons for they conquered more than their opponents but the circumstances , the adversities and the mental claustrophobia the most difficult of them all .It seems the realization that the only thing that stops you from achieving your goal is 'YOU ' must have dawnesd on them ...

If I had my own venture

With so many fortunes being made day in day out a certain optimism has crept in that one day we will be pleasantly stuck by this bug and from then our time would have finally arrived...but is that so simple..
Recently a friend of mine was enquiring how I plan to grab the opportunity if ever it comes ..my impulsive puerile reply was " I shall start my own venture "..Wow it sounded good but delving deeper into ..I realised the onerous effort it involved ..The immediate question parried to me by my friend was "ok!! all done and achieved ,,how do you plan to retain the best employees?" , for it has become Achilles Heel especially in Software Industry where attrition rates have touched double digits to much dismay of the employers.
I pondered over the question and realized the most depressing moments have been when I have been exhorted by the Employers to give my best..an element of despondency creeps in when I realize that the fruits of my labour shall be reaped by someone else...
I therefore inferered that extolling others to work conscientiously for you is inviting trouble ...let us create an atmosphere of grave pessimism among the employees ...let them promote a culture of red tapism non performance and when the gamble has finally paid off....... in company turning red ...I hope that a realization shall dawn upon them that what a fallacy it was on their part ...and if given an opportunity they shall prove their mettle ...a golded egg laying goose has just been tapped .
But the inherent assumptions of this conjecture is basesd on Employees True Conscience , Moral Values ....I believe these are the same things that are the driving forces for students to regard their professors highly as they come to their rescue in their time of crisis ...
Hence moral of the story create crisis and once in it lend a helping hand
Thou shall maketh Friends

For the lighter side of things.

Twenty Great One Liners
1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving.
2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.
3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!
4. They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash.
5. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.
6. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.
7. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without... but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.
8. You can't buy love. . But you pay heavily for it.
9. True friends stab you in the front.
10. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.
11. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.
12. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
13. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.
14. Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.
15. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.
16. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.
17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.
18. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.
19. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something.
20. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books

For the lighter side of things.

Twenty Great One Liners
1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving.
2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.
3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!
4. They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash.
5. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.
6. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.
7. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without... but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.
8. You can't buy love. . But you pay heavily for it.
9. True friends stab you in the front.
10. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.
11. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.
12. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
13. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.
14. Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.
15. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.
16. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.
17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.
18. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.
19. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something.
20. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books

When the Orwellian Apocalypse 1984 Haunts us

Ever since I read 1984 and began to come to terms with it's relevance I was astonished that despite out faith imbibed in democratic values and the freedom of press , the truth is not far from 1984 Apocalyse . And a glaring example of this is the way the media has been playing subseervient to the government. DD News which is constitutionally under the auspices of Prasar Bhararti has rarely demonstrated its volition on critical issues. Infact playing to the gallery it has always sided with government at the cost of Journalism ethos. And compromise it may be but in the long term the damage it has done to create a public opinion for informed citizens on concocted facts is irreparable. Because despite the flawed nature , the reach it has over the country is just unmatchable and in areas where it is the only mirror of outside world , it is very instrumental in shaping opinions on publc issues. The tenets of democracy have itself been put to test with the pillars of Public Opinion building losing the moral right to disseminate news.

Talent सुस्पेच्त.

The government's preposterous move to reserve seats in Educational Institutes is a testimony of the fact that Power Corrupts Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely. People who such as A.P.J. Kalam, ManMohan Singh , Atal Behari Vajpayee who were so much admired for their statesmanship have all come as a cropper in the time of crisis ooops no time of Political Upmanship. Just as Sonia's relucatance to undergo coronation had long term plans this move is also not bereft of this motive. The motive is to unseat OBC leaders and occupy the void thus created at the cost of students who for the time being do not seem to be attractive votebank stuff.

Our President who talks of ideas and ideals is just no more than a sycophant playing subservient to the government for he has no love lost for clinging to Presidency. It is a shame that despite so much unrest and hoopla , the government is busy discussing Office of Profit where it has gone out of the way to cloister the Gandhi clan just as it has but with a different motive for the Deservering no Reserving students. If any institution where half the community joins on the basis of criteria other than merit how can that institute be not vulnerable enough to lose the turf to its competitors. In fact in this game of onr manupmanship , the the ultimate beneficiaries are the Foreign Universities.

To me it never occured that taking a stand on morality is so difficult untill I came across today Political quacks who still aver that vote bank Politics shall rule the roost.

But the fault is also ours who despite taking the best of education , never got emblozened in Politics but payinf such a heavy price is too much of an Injustice.

We all express our support and moral backing to the students spearheading the campaign ....As a booster if Nepals's Democracy can be obliterated in a span of 18 Days , withering Arjun Singh should not be much of a challlenge.

And before signing off a note of caution ...All the goodwill generated by the industrious , meritorious , non quota students which is being reaped by one and all in one stroke will come down as a pyramid of packing cards but with a caveat and that is wven we will be at the receiving end.

The Yes Sir Indian Mentality

The government desperate move to take disciplinary action against striking medicos and it's effort to ask for the medical services of Armed forces though retrograde , acerbic raises serious questions that despite the volition to act , the armed forces never exercise their jurisdictiion .
Is it not their duty to lend moral support to the cause of agitating doctors who are spearheading the agitation. Instead of this they are playing to the tune of the government. It seems they seem to have lost the differentiating line of serving for a just and unjust cause For them executing the duty , with least consideration of its merits . Is it not the abysmal depth to which we have plummeted . When we talk of reforms the institute which is in utmost need of this is the Armed Forces. Though they are doing a great service to the country in terms of their physical capacity then it is of much concern why such proactiv approach is lacking in matters of intellectual nature . Today it is the government educational institutes which are at the receiving end of government malacious campaign , tomorrow it could be the armed forces where criteria other than ability shall be the determining force.

It is said that patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel ......I for one definitely have my faith imbibed unless the soporific intellectualism is awakened and manifested in form of general millitary didobedience.

The Emptiness Within

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The Emptiness Within

Ever since my foray into the portals of Corporate World , I have come to realize the worthlessness and the triviality of Education . The skills most relevant and in great demand are the farce skills of Marketing where you have aggrandize things much to the discomfiture of Engineering ethos. It seems all the skills have no relevance , extra curricular skills such as playing guitar appear to be hot things. Atleast a guitarist enjoys what he does and does what he enjoys. He acquires talent which is not at the mercy of Capitalists who cannot be termed sporting enough to appreciate things that do not have material benefits. Oh my mime what a pity ......

It seems the urge to the an achiever is the biggest malady a person can be under the influence of. He cannot enjoy the vagaries of opportunities , he lets miss all the good things to have that orgasm of ecstacy which more often than not eludes them..
But who said so was not aware that they live in a World of their own making Far from the Madding Crowd . Infact you realize the importance of being a Socilaist at some point of time in your life ...it is the biiggest intellectual extravanganza a person can indulge in though the the fallacy of intellectualism manifested as thriftness as opposed to opulence is omnipresent but at the cost of puerility.

The human nature me being no exception is so diverse and so rebellious that a no curb world would through the world topsy turvy..

And to add to the turbulence in the most vivacious body attachment is the article which says CIVIL Engineers are a Hot PRoperty .............Sanity finally being restored.

Two to a Tango....... is it?

The government is contemplating celebrations to mark its two years in office but does it has the moral right to indulge in self aggrandization when the country is in turmoil. The doctors and engineering students are all out against the divisive policy of the government , the stock market is on a rock and roll turf , the Maoists are back with a vengeance to undermine the authority of the government , and the much hyped Bharat Nirman still a distant goal that has not yet matched the hype it has generated.
Does the government has any moral right to celebrate when democracy itself is at its apocalytic abysmal low , the oppposition is rudderless , still trying to imbecile the people through its hypocratic stands on issues that require high objectivity. The government cannot foolthe people and nor can the opposition which has shown how irrelevant it can become . It has made people optimists that well the worse is still possible in Governance .
I the other day had the lifetime opportunity of my life to lend my physical support to a cause that if not obliterated immediately can become a big repentant in the future. What was definitely heartening to seee was the zest , the uncompromising commitment to a cause that is selfish to the least and philanthropy to the maximum.

Parting is such a sweet sorrow.

Finally , the much awaited moment , a moment ecstatic in nature and orgasmic by character has finally touched the shore of my dwindling carrer . A moment that comes but rarely and with much dilligence is none other than My Day of Leaving my Current Employer. To add to the celebrations is the fact the redundany process was initiated at their behest and my nod most sought after as a logical culmination of an impulsive response that to say the least shook the very foundations of my Project Manger . It was an act altruism , it was an act of philanthropy , it was one of the finest demonstrations of Carte Blanche , it was the perfect vanguard gesture that did more damage to me rather than the intended person.
It was a crude realization of the vacillations of a mind not at peace with himself , it was a learning experience of the capricious conceited intransigence of men and women who meritocratically should be of no concern lest to me. But who said merit , ability , potential are the virtues that drive trade and commerce . The prevalence of so many sycophants and the unparalled support invested in them truly is a testimony of the times that are still in a churning mode ....but who said that time is a changing ...If you cannot make out , I will and it is Mick Jagger.

Tide and Tide wait for the one who does not Wait.

The life is on a fast track and had we not accomplished ourselves to be another brick in the wall , we would have vanquished to the market forces that still abide by the survival of the fittest tenet. Sometimes we are able to cope with the demanding schedule and sometimes when we are not so successful , occular phenomenons that are concocted pieces of mind not at ease with himself seem to engulf us. But life is all about being in the fast lane and never coming to a standby .When the goal does not have the sheen , the path to be traversed is one of the most enjoyable ventures ever can be taken in pursuit of happiness and ecstacy.
When we come to stand still all that has been achieved shall be squandered away in the unforgivig moment which cannot be reddemed and again life is not about missing but all about grabbing.
Infact in continuation of the above , I once happened to attend a seminar by a top notch Civil Engineer who laid emphasis on the need to be always on your toes to not let any opportunity go by . Asked how does he manage that , he impulsively replied never does he become complacent.

Yeah he is right and evem more so when the same argument is underpinned by Software Czar whose occupation is to think about thje half glass empty to keep himself a;ways ahead in the fray.....Way To Go

Had we never Loved so Kindly..

This is for a person whose convivality is one of the shining points of my hiatus from the Soporofic Inductions of a mind not at ease with himself , which dare venture out in the wild world of Corporate Affairs where change though is the name of the game , has seldom has had the requisite say in the affairs of the Organizations for as the Saying goes......... The More the Organizations Change the More they remain the Same.
Sounds somewhat incoherant but it is not delirium it is versatality that is not claustrophobic but at the volition of expression...Hey!!! Hey !!!Lets Focus on the issue at hand ....
Speaking of a person who I must acknowledge is extremely erudite and at the same time Fussy about things that I ostensibly pre occupied his time and energy which could better of have been utilized far more productively , shall be referred by a Sobriquet for the fear of disclosing his well concealed identity which as a promise I shall not annul.
And now that elusive gist of this man .........

I start of with the things that really made him dear to me and to the grey matter that needed fodder for stimulation of which most business organizations are bereft of .

His insights into the ugly Corporate World , his unparalled adoration for Mark Fury ,( for the uninitiated the founder of JBoss ), his abhorance for software coding , his constant advice to others to think big when he himself was in a state of despair made him a true altruist .This man despite his struggle with the vagaries of eccentric landlords , non professional corporate ambience at the place of his residing , always lent me a helping hand in all my endeavours whether that be the mundane task of debugging or the the more challenging enviable task of loooking for greener pastures , he never backed out . Though I never reciprocated his gestures for Every man is too egocentric , self centred and I being no exception however he never allowed this to be a hindrance or obstacle to cloud the close camaradie that we fostered. Infact the long talks we had during our lunch time was something that I really looked forward to and he sermones me with an unrelenting zeal that never found a listener who apparently could grasp the world this man was trying to convey. His this uncanny ability to call a spade a spade of which I at times was at the receiving end . Infact I was always in awe of insights that it offered. It gave me valuable suggestions which made me break the shackles of an insular mind . His adoration was another aspect that clinched him to me and away from the madding crowd at the office whose preoccupations seeemed to be intra office affairs when the world at large lay unexplored. His concern for others really made him stand out from the rest of the milling crowd.
Infact I believe this person deserves a lot more , though does not put in effort in proprtion to the talents and aspirations he harbours , I sincerely pray that he realizes this fact for it will more fruitful for him than for anybody else . I sincerely hope that he succeeds in all his future endeavours ....

Wishing the Man All The Very Best................

Strange are the Ways of Adverseties

Ever since I have left the cloistered precincts of my Alma mater , the journey has been everything but smooth. The moment you step into the daredevil world of Corporate Affairs you realize the privelege of being one of the most well bred and well nurtured student and the imbecility of the world at large plays incoherently with intellectual ambience that shows no sign of givivg way , much to the discomfiture of you and more so for the organization you work for. Infact one of the most controversial minds Oascar Wilde aptly surmises the thought of puerilty that plagues most workplaces as ...
"The Mind is A Beautiful Object That Starts Functioning the Moment You wake Up till the Moment You enter the Office". If I say I my experience has not been on these lines I shall be indulging in an act of chicanery which I am incapable of prevaricating. Infact it has dawned on me that one of the biggest shibboleths of all time ............" Merit Shall Prevail" stands exposed . It has been realized somewhat bitterly that the tenet has lost its relevance just as Gandhi and Ambedkar's Doctrine of attaching a time frame to the reservation . The fodder , that most of the employee favourites thrive range from Back Stabbing to being privy to the employees .
I believe this is precisely the reason why the Indian Companies despite the huge potential and abundant talent pool have failed to capitalize on the plethora of Opportunities . Infact low cost , cost cutting are the by words that drive the organizations today instead of cutting edge work that shall enable them to compete with the best in the world. But who says that this is the rendezvous when they themselves are happy playing second fiddle to global player

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After a Sabbatical....The Show Must Go on....

Hey!!!! With all the enthusiasm that I could I muster , I am back at doing things that interest me but talent at times on occasions not rare comes into play the spoilsport. But with dawning of a new era ( Have to Guess why it is so ???) igniting the soprofic , somnolent, capricious mind that seems to have been at the mercy of the rapacious employer rather than the volition of its proud owner and mentor , who pugnaciously has kept it nurtured with Intellectual fodder of Rushdie , Upamnayu , Hardy , Doestovysky (apologies for spelling errata ) for times that in a span of 14 days shall be 24 yrs. Though this specific organ has played orgasm ( ) , amorousity ( ) and aphrodisia ( ) to sum it STIMULI in the development of all , yet it's own development has not been in commensuration with the infinite potential it offers ....Remembering Your Potential , Our Passion .... always succumbing to Capitalism and the Blooody Capitalists. To Quote Oscar Wilde whose eccentricity and for some incliuding myself his Gay Tendencies () make him dear to them , will not be out of context so why wait ..here it goes..

"""" The Brain is A Beautiful Creature that Starts Working the Moment you Wake up and Does so Till you Enter the Office"""""

.....Wow This clairvoyance on part of a man who never had to face the ignonomity of IT Sector is a Testimony of his Intllectual Quotient.

Love in the times of Cholera

This is a confession of a mind that has suppresed itself for such a long time that now when the time is ripe for it to burst and break the shackles , a sudden and remorseful realization has crept in " The Bud Has Been Nipped " . This is a story of a modest boy who supposedly in the wee hours of youth , let himself be engulfed a pathogen that has left no one uninflicted in its omniquest to bug as many victims as possible. However despite the restrain exercised , all that remains is a virulent version that never plays itself to the mind butto the more potent heart. But such are the matters of Heart and Heat .....that follows ...for my case it was a quintessential example of a golden opportunity squandered away .
The dove , the damsel who was the object of my affection to start with was already seeing a bloke who for reasons beyond my gay tendencies shared a convival camaradie and still does despite being duped by the lady herself ( a pun intended ..) who I beleive has found greener pastures. But who said Beauty and Brains cannot coexist, for I cannot doubt the incompatibility. In my case it not only dumped the concept but the antithesis seems to have been reinforced.
Well with the philosphical moorings I guess the real story is being turned nebulous ...
To let that not happen and stop my haranguings . I revert to the topic at Discussion.

For keeping the affection to myself for more than 4 yrs I finally let it loose on an occasion that to say the least was not the most appropriate and the manner in which I went ahead with the atrocious adventure , turned out to such a misdemeanour , that I become a laughing stock ....

How it happened and what transpired there is too gripping to be narrrated in just in one briefing ...
Hoping to pick up the threads from where I have left ...Adios ....

The Story unfolds.

Yeah !! The occasion was the climax of school days and the improptu act that followed will stand as a defining moment in my sanctitious cupid life.
We a bunch of sacrilegeous friends had conjured up every plan to make the best of the day. Revelry was in the air , hooligoonism was brewing up , the stage was set for a Rock "N " Roll. With debonairs all round the every perceivable corner , the last days in college ( oops school but does that take any sheen away??? ) were fast shading into oblivion but not before taking a final grand bow. And as expected , all the suppresed emotions that were under restraint were being let loose . Infact the stage had been set literally to provide an appropriate vent but as all good things come at a price so did this. And not to be left unsmitten , I realized the opportunity to take a plunge had finally arrived . So in the company of extraordinary men for reasons that that I shall confine to myself only , what followed was nothing less than a disaster , a revist to the holocaust for may a love birds .
With all the courage that could be mustered up though some borrowed , I imperiously headed straight for the Ikka Banna stall which had lined up horticulture for every dude's mood . But as is very common in issues of heart , decisiveness deserted me, capriciousness , vacillation took over me flooring me into a stare of delirium . With hardly any courage to face consequences of negation , a strategy was conceived that does not seem to upfront any ones feeling but at the same time subtly convey what is intended , away from the privy eyes of friends .. Wow it sound s traitorship !!!!!!
So with this gentlemanly intention earnest to the core , I bought two daisies one signifying eternal friendship and the other a crude impersonation of "You Are The One". Maybe I thought if one does not work , the other will ....you always have to take the safety factor into account . But as is rightly said acts of impulsivity bear more bountiful results than the ones planned to detail. Andso was this one.

With all the nebulous thought getting tangibly in place, I headed straight to the scene of action , least aware of a permutation that I had not accounted for.
I saw the Damsel , she acknowledged my presence thruogh an act of giggle , but not less than a guffaw. Maybe what was to follow would not be out of place and surprise on expected lines . It occured to me I have won the first battle , least aware of the herculean tasks at hand. She was in the company of other damsel who to say the least had never been out of affection . With the gentlest of intent , I handed over the daisies .one for the " Special One" and the other for the "Prospective One".With the task accomplished and a tactful approval from the one it dawned upon me I have eventually been able to script a successful cupid life for me. But it was just one end of the story...

An Idea Whose Time Has Gone

It has a been quite a time since a feeling of déjà vu has engendered me that pomposity , esoteric nature of scribbling has done me no harm. The way the ideas have started germinating, the way the flow and rhythm come to be associated and make their presence felt , make the sheer sententious play of ideas not at all conceited. After being pugnacious to criticism, bellicose to insular and indulgent in ideas, calm has pervaded upon me. The period of turmoil has finally ventured out , metamorphosing in it’s wake a cloistered individual who always was ( is ) the good boy impersonation . Ruthlessness , Shrewdness , Slyness , have finally made their importance felt and the importance of playing truant to the despotism of these profane influences , has finally caved in. With the battle finally being settled a monotony has overtaken the vicissitudes of life, a sudden urge, alacrity for adventure has emerged .With vent hard to find by , it has at times taken prurient dimensions adding moré to the discomfiture of others . The innate tendency to sling ideas , has of late taken monstrous proportions . The ever vacillating mind has ceased to be imperious to its owner. It seems a lull is finally settling in . But that is not to my liking. Life is all about being in full gear, being ever vigilant of the next coming and never letting these copious vagaries nonplus you . This is a sign of a man who has cultivated within him an ability to adapt and react to changes as they happen. But however be the expanse of the human clairvoyance , unexpectedness is bound to get the better of you. So like a true sportsman, you have to bow down and accept the might of the Almighty invincible .

The Rape of the Locks.

Yeah ,……The Cupid Venture that I was narrating eventually turned sour. Despite being aware of the fallibility of the conjecture, I dare trod the hazardous route and fell flat on face. For the uninitiated that is the long and short of ‘LOVE venture ’.

Picking the threads from where I left, my venture still had a lot of excitement left that though has no semblance to the massive page turning splendor of Frederick Forsyth , yet it cannot be glossed over by a receptive reader sympathetic to a cause that is one of the most ventured out acts..

With a feeling of elation, conceit took over me on my triumphant endeavour , a nagging fear of refusal however still did not let me celebrate the occasion . And eventually to muy utter dismay, as things turned out , this fear was not unfounded for. I was, to say euphemistically , not the desire of affection of a damsel who had been my obsession . I was not thought to be appropriate for a pretty lady for reasons that can be attributed to the capricious, ever enterprising yokes of the school who did not let the nice gals out of their grip for the insolent, puerile Quixote’s such as me. I for one had lost a battle of wits, a game of one man upmanship, but to give up is not in my nature. Though the failure and the following repercussions it shall bring in its trail , did not elude my jejune mind , it brought to me the importance of being a ascetic , a hermitage , that led to my being a renegade , and believe it or not the decision has still not paid me off.

Though things that cannot be cured should be endured , I refused to go by the dictates of this. Infact the seriousness of my affection was replaced by a mocking realization of the folly in which I had trapped my self. I sententiously led myself to believe that Romance is the last refuge of a scoundrel , which infact was nothing less than a delusion to which I was a willing party. This prevarication has served me well , but now the time has come to break the shackles . And what a better way to bring the circle back to where it was , that is back to square one. But this time it should be a big mockery

I am Crossed .

The times can be cruel as cruel as they can be . All the efforts put in can be squandered in a moment , that can merciless to say the least.
But hope keeps one afloat I am no exception to this. A hope that belies rationality , the imminent that is to come. But besides this suvvour a nagging fear still lurks .

The current state of affairs and the affairs of the state just juxtapose the current disposition . It has been close to two and a half years , the issue of discussion is still whether Sonia Gandhi or ManMohan can deliver . Even if they , the question is what prevented them from doing so. This duo has only been able to rake up the issue of reservations with no qualms , aggrandize secular credentials , let it's ministers be on the prowl for publicity stunts . But who is to blame .. it is only the politicians and the vicious circle that they have managed to preserve.

And coming back the CAT thing . I 'll start what the f**k were the examiners trying to test . All the prepartion that one has put in turns out to be big cipher . Everyday you see the cut off touching the sky rocketing levels . People from mediocrity scoring so hevily that they must have even the paper setters to shame . And what purpose does it serve to have mathematics as lolly as it was this time. Well the paper setters have left more questions unaswered literally . Till they answer to my plaed of this , I am keeping myself relaxed for I am alrerady crossed .

I Have Gained .

This is in reverance of those who are obese and I am also joining this ivy league.

Ever since I have left Tennis and tried to focus on academics , the only thing that I seemed apparently to have gained is weight . Infact the problem has taken monstrous proportions for me and every effort to loose those extra strands do not seem to be bearing fruits.

Day after day without fail I am bereaved with yet another expensive clothing unable to fathom me in it's span. It is not that I have not made sincere efforts . It is just that efforts are not in proportion to the bulid that I am accumulating at a rate that is bemusing me to say the least . With my dainty intake of calories that can even put to shame the famine stricken Somalis , I am loss to comprehend the irrevocable .

But now that I am in a precarious , I am determined to not let the situation go out of bounds . The purpose of putting this embarrasment for public view is to affirm my commitment and strengthen my resolve . Infact to start with I will off from bed by six O clock and be pumping my adrenalin at the tracks . I shall also religiously follow ascetism especially when it comes to pleasing the taste buds . No more of Black Forests for me , only home cooked vegetables .

The cause for my concern is not the inherant desire to look attractive but the sense of pride that I have kept things 'Under my Belt' . It gives me a great pleasure to a master of my own destiny. Now that some ground has been lost and Kilos gained , the time is ripe to gain the lost ground and lose the gained kilos .

Pont Taken.

Testimonials Testified

Orkut is the Culprit. Probing eyes on lookout for friendship are exacerbating it. The need to be one up is the driving force . It is the testimonials dude!
Infact they are now the new literary feature where one needs to be at his whackiest ,tenets of diplomac be adhered and the man at the receiving end of it all literally that emerges after is no less than an aggrandized human with capabilities making him a prospect of MicroSoft (Your Potential , Our Passion).
Believe me writing a testimonial is just like treading the thin wire precariously. You have to prevaricate , especially so when the prospect's favour is a quid pro quo. Today where modesty is the byword as feats have become rare to comeby , the truth is at the receiving end . Only some sane ppl and me definitely excluded , manage the balancing act . They are the real diplomats . Now understand what diplomacy is. Infact writing a testimonial is a stepping stone for greater manipulations .

I am sane again

It has been revived . After lying so low under the burden of the most competetive exam , the desire to excel at job is staring me head on. I would have never thought myself to have been bitten by this bug .Alas ! I have been proved wrong , so let the benefactors rejoice . Let the one's who stand to gain start minting money . I tend to obliviate myself of the gains accruing to them . The only factor compelling reason for me to go down the wire ostentiably is my call to be at the pinnacle while on a more modest note it the ridiculous realization of the shame of still struggling with things , whom I should have the mastered by now .

The other big role is that of the impatience and the pathetic nature of work and work conditions that expedite the process of making a shift imminent . Competition is still ther eon the list but only lower down the order . The thing that surprisingly overpowers it is the desire to get hold of the coveted proficient worker's tag. Oops sounds too mundane ..... Yeah it is ...

The Eternal Positive

I recently have come across a person who has shown me light at the end of the day or to put it the correct raised more questions than answered for the philanthropic types. He is neither some religious cult guru nor an intellectual (PSEUDO MORE OFTEN THAN NOT) of copious armoury , he is infact the mortal types , a simple daily wage earner who also happens to work at my place .
Hailing from one of the most backward parts of Bihar , living here all alone and just out of his teens , this person has tremendous endurance and a commitment far too tenacious to match. He earns a daily wage of $ 2.22 with an uncertainity of work waiting for him the next day . The work environment is the last thing on his mind . It may not come as a surprise if these are the facts that never occur to his mind , where he is more often than occupied with the struggle of daily chores. Living on some obscure outskirts of the city , he shares his room with some 6-7 odd people , all vying for that elusive space in this dingy cellar. But these bitterness have in no way diminished his appetite to work and to work hard . He displays a commitment , a strong desire to pick things , a deep rooted commitment to work and punctuality which I for one am guilty of compromising on many occasions and above all I suspect a deep rooted desire to make good of his life this time .
But the irony of fate is this chap has never been to school. All his dreams that are sown in him I fear shall be buried without the foundation of education that is so imperative to break the shackles . It is not that education will lead to nirvana from the blot of backwardness , but without it the struggle worsens further .
Isn't it the fault of the system that such a tenacious talent has been allowed to go waste? Even if he slams and slogs hard , he may not be able to reach upto what he deserves! Another life has beentthrown into the vicious circle of sustenance ! What a pity ... What a Pity !
Even we , the so called haves with a desire to make some difference to their battered lives run out of resources, for the starting material to put them into the trajectory "The 3 R's " make a void far too difficult to bridge.

As for their career path , from the current earnings he can hope to reach the level of $ 4 per day , but even that is not good enough in the Ides Of March .
The Ides Of March are here to stay .... and Make them toil hard .....

At the end the moral of the story is .... I am so much overwhelmed by their misery , that a solution seems out of sight .... but that is my limitation for every problem has a solution and there is no reason that their's woes and plight cannot have one.

.!!!Think Red!!! .

Know To Say ‘ NO ‘

We have more often than not been put in a situation where we want to say no but obligingly acceded . Though at the spur of the moment we consented, we later regret at being so moldable . It occurs to us that we as an individual seem to have no entity worth enforcing, only one worth acquiescing. But this is not the rule that the nature has taught us. Had that been so, many feats that dazzle our claustrophobic mindscape would at the first place never have occurred.

However we human beings have least bothered but to offer ourselves for a quid pro quo. But one thing we must realize that in this world everyone is so much occupied with himself, to expect goodies from them will be too much for the asking . If we cannot take care of ourselves, how can we expect others to do so for us? It is just a quintessential case of handling the baton to others and let the others heads roll for the very evitable loss the. Is it not in everyone of us to find a scapegoat for every act gone awry.

The one thing that strikes me in this discussion is the relevance of the adage, that to please everyone is too displease oneself. This is so rampant in today’s capitalized society where ‘NO’ as such has been removed from the lexicon. In a materialistic world , where the needs of every human seems to have no bounds, where the capitalists offer the nirvana in the form of a protagonist “The Boss”, on whose shoulder rests the fate of your desires, saying no is nothing less than an act of defiance .

In a country like ours ,where the democratic institutions and values have been upbraided, marauded, abused where supreme power rests in the hands of a few , where power without responsibility comes naturally , sycophancy cannot evade it’s landscape. The prolific news channels and the power monger politicians are just the one’s who have been propagating this. With an eye on the TRP ratings and the least regard to ethos of public opinion building, they come out with ambiguous views which even a decipherer would find too troublesome to deconstruct. This is done with sole idea of not displeasing. FUCK!!!!

However these bigots can afford to for they seek personal goal derivation, but the people who seem to be intimidating them as role models, such morons are in for trouble. You can fool others but you cannot fool yourself . Decisiveness, Objective evaluation and unwavering commitment cannot for long be put in the backburner. You have but no other way to consent to their might. This is the point we seem to be missing . And mark your presence with ‘NO’.

Why the Budget Missed the Eye

Now that the much awaited annual exersice of expenditure and returns for thecurrent fiscal year over by the finance ministry , a feeling of being let down is being echoed from from quarters not few to begin with.

The point is : The budget envisages a very optimistic approach to social and educational empowerment of th people on the fringes of development , however it misses the moot point that only allocation of resources is not the cure , it's effective implemtation is.

From the umpteeem interviews that the FM minister has attended , a suspicion of dogmatism , inflexibility and taking things aa they come rather shaping them , ails them . It seems he has already made up his mind remedial sides without paying due heed to adminstrative efficacy, and more sinisterly wants to prove his detractors wrong , although at the back of his mind the concerns raised by them cannot be whisked away just like that , which even knows.

The budget revolves around the belief that if you cannot put the economically ostracized into the mainstream , push the one's into mainstream into insolvency . That is the point you get, by the way the exemption limits have been tempered with. Infact with one masterstroke he also hopes to rein in the monster of inflation , the albatross for the current government. But I believe he prescribed the diagnosis for wrong ailment . By putting in lesser money into the hands of people who spend anyways on luxury items one cannot control inflation of essential goods by monetary constraints. The inflation that we are currently seeing is basically from the supply side constraints of the most essential goods and services . The demand for such goods is 'inleastic' in the long and short run and with increasing living standards , they are bound to have a 'push' effect on the supply . Infact it was an opportune moment to scale up the production base which was a laggard for all these years . Alas ! Politics and myopia seems to have played spoilsport.

As for agriculture , the suicides by farmers are due to non payment of loans which puts them under immense strain . Naturally the government has to offer a helping hand . But that cannot be only through disbursement of loans . It is the farmer who at the end of the will have to return the money , which basically means he should make money on his produce . The ailing argriculture needs a new injection of vibrancy , exposure to high yielding seeds and most importantly access to Technology, Markets that pay them the returns . Even the father of Green Revolution has expressed his disappointment with the lacklustre budget provisians for agriculture . I believe the right way to do so will be open all services in one centre all across the major farming regions . You cannot expect a man of restricted letters to run after every nook and corner to get his due . It is we who need to offer .

Now on the tax on the booming services sector. At the very outset it is a very welcome move . You cannot exmpt the people who are in a position to pay taxes and infact abide by the duty in the land of the business but cunningly evade taxes in the country of operation. However that taxation policy has to be uniform . Infact the companies growing at 50% ought to offer themselves for this . But God Save From These Egoist Capitalists.

Continuing with his tirade against inflation the FM has brought into it's folds the tax abiding citizen by roping in more services under the Devil of Service Tax . The idea of service tax at the very outset is ridiculous. It is tantamount to double taxation and has played pivotal role in inflation . It has jacked up the prices of goods and services and the cost have been passed onto the gullible consumers who have no other way to go. Infact this is where the diagnosis should have been made . But our FM overlooked it , delibrately maybe. See we have to realize that the government coffers are brimming never before . As is the case with conservation of Mass and Energy , same holds forth for money too. The coffers comprise the hard earned money of people who rightfully own it , but have unfortunately to part with it . Despite this they have no say in it's expenditure. The government is therefore under moral and fiduciary obligation to pay back the benefits , which undoubtedly ismore of a lip service by the wily FM.

Infact a complete synpopsis of the budget can be surmised as 'TOKEN STEPS ' for structural inadequcies in the economy. The after shocks and the complete ramifivations are just on the anvil .It is a budget with thorns disguised , waiting to prick you when you have the monthly or the yearly budget (Appraisals for some) introspection.

World Cup 2007

Cricket is the flavour of the season. The media is going gaga over the Indian team's prospects .Infact former cricketers cocooned into oblivion are back into limelight. Infact such has been the dissection of the teams strength and weakness , that the famous probing computer technology the teams often indulge in to play on opponents' weakness has been driven to redundancy .

Infact the news hungry media gulped , glutted and pounced on this to up their TRP's . And leading the pack is our very own DD news which to morons such as me is the only window to the outside world via the scissors and whims and fancies of P R Munshi ,under whose stewardship , the broadcaster seems to have forefeited it's public broadcasting responsibilty , at the cost of more pressing issues.

Back to the World Cup , the format to start with seems to be inefficacious. Infact Pakistan one of the biggest crowd pullers is already out of the fray. Dividing teams into groups of four puts a lot undue price on every match at the initial stages . A bad day for the formidable teams can put their prospects in jeopardy. A better option would have been to have groups of two , kept the suspence intact . Already the World Cup is lsing it's sheen interms of Revenues and Spectators thronging the venues as the Asian giants face the danger of early exit. Infact the very bing bang start is conspicous by it's absence.

This World Cup however has bought in it's fold the tragic and untimely demice of Coaching Legend Bob Woolmer .

Infact the loss has been felt cutting across the countries . A thorogh professional who worked tirelessly with more than one cricketing giant and set in his trail new standards of professionalism , in a venture of Moron Cricket Coaching. His absence will long be felt by one and all. The man weathered many a storm but one with intransigent Pakistan , notorios for inconsistency.

Infact what the episode has is a lesson . Take sports just as another slug fest of skills rather than jingoistic display of nationalism.

The UP Muddle

The big daddy is out for the prowl. All roads lead to Lucknow . The poltical heat is still to calm down , though the temperatures have taken a dip thanks to intermittent spells from the Himalayas . What's is it that makes the ides of March so cruel , so menacing .
People eyeing the 'Gaddi' can hardly afford to ignore the omens for a coveted 'Gaddi' at Lucknow. Besides being the largest contributor to the Lok Saha , what makes UP the Mecca of politics ? Why is every one after it ? And with all the permutation and combinations , what is the likely outcome and in what way will it affect the prospects at the centre.

To begin with , UP is the most diverse, casteist state where political experimentation is a continual saga . Infact the amount of churning of idealogies in the last 15 yrs is unprecedented , with mandal poltics occupying the stage oflate .

To begin with the demographic profile of the electorates shall be pertinent. 20% constitute the Upper Caste, 50% the inluential and 'bahubali' OBC's , who preserve the feudal make of predominantly agrarian setup and the remaing the Dalits who 'had' been ostracized , but now seem to be gaining voice thanks to the untiring efforts of BSP supremo Mayawati. Another major group with a strong influence is that of Muslims who majorly constitute the OBC population . Hence the major influence is that of the OBC's which make poaching of votes rampant , Mandal Comission and it's subsequent in toto implementation , buttress the aforementioned point.
Traditionally Congress had a stronghold over the state , by virtue of it's lineage and ancestral obligations of the Gandhi family and a sense of Nationalism strongly articulated in the policies of the Congress Party ,and to a lesser extent Jawaharlal Nehru. However with fringe players gaining ground and targetting niche voters , the Congress' influence began to wane. The splintered groups owed their allegiance to regional players who merely provided lip service . However the Ram Mandir and it's subsequent espousal of 'Hindutva' made BJP the leading light of the day. But once in power BJP , it too failed to live up to their expectations. But by then BSP , SP , RJD had gained a stronghold over the Dalits , the OBC's (The influential Yadav's , the Western UP belt thanks to the Millitia Armed Gangs it Nurtured) and the Jats respectively . That left the Upper Castes open to poaching either by the Congress or by the BJP. Infact just as a measure of their disillusionment and repudiation of the liberal idealogy eulogised by BJP, the Congress seemed to be gaining some ground at it's expense .

Alas ! Rascals such as Arjun Singh and Pathetic Administrators like Manmohan Singh and the Culpable Dynastism , the resurgence was more of a figment of imagination . All the hopes of revival now are pivoted on the Gandhi scion whose naivety has hogged limelight rather than the poltical stewardship . BJP seems to the favourite with the Upper Castes now after a severe beating ,for they are now wary of SP and Congress. Infact this consolidation was evident in the just concluded Civic elections which caught everyone by surprise..

However there are still a lot of factors that will go to decide the fate of UP. One of them is the icon Amitabh Bachan . Though oblivious to politics , his propagation of SP can muster votes to tilt the scales. Another is the scale of influence the Mayawati is trying to built amongst the Upper Castes by fielding Upper Castes candidates. The luring might work for the Upper Castes who, do not see the dalits as their competitors but mere subservients. This scenario is well possible . The other big thing will be the quota politics that the Centre unleashed , what impact it actually makes on ground. It may happen that social and caste based poltical groups may walk away with all the accolodes and votes , leaving the Congress licking it's ass (I Wonder Whose !!).
And going by the current scenario the pivotal decider will be the infrastrucure the parties have built , to mobilize votes and this is where BSP and SP will steal the show . Though BJP and Congress are national parties , they were caught by their own admission napping of their brightened prospects in UP. However late starters may not always finish and the cruel 'May' 'Spring' surprises.

Steve Jobs = Stay Hungry Stay Foolish.

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.