drop me

I should be dropped from the Kotak team, that too from the bloody B team. I seem to be in horrible form and like most bad patches, bad luck runs along side. The first match that I played this season I was doing well, knocking around, decent contribution. I hit a lovely cover drive on one knee piercing the offside. I am not likely to forget that shot. But then on some 20-30 odd I got run out. It was a silly mistake by the other guy and I was the one out. It was downhill from there. A few more lackluster matches thereon. On Saturday for some reason I was feeling like I was in some great nick. I knocked a few balls at the side and they went like rockets. I went in to bat with a swagger. This is my day. The first ball I got was a full pitch outside off stump. Bread and butter shot for me. Whack! Neatly hit over the long off area sailing away. I did not run. Six for sure, worst case a boundary. Now in Mumbai cricket is played on infinite maidans and the pitches are spread all over. So some pitch you will find that the offside boundary is at 35 yards and the leg side at a 100. Sometimes the long on is a normal boundary and sometimes it is defined loosely by a tuft of grass, a tree or the end of some other pitch in the maidan. The lengths can be completely random. So, coming back to the shot, I saw it sailing high and then to my horror, I saw someone under it looking at it. With over 50 - 60 cricketers on the field, you never know who for sure are the opposition fielders. Caught! First ball duck. When I hit the ball, I loved the noise of a sweetly timed shot, the trajectory, the feel. The team in the tents shouting, SHOT SHOT, six, four. Followed by the leveler – walking back into the tent without even a sweat, leave alone a score to your name.. On Sunday, was the lovely seven a side game. My traditional favorite. I normally do very well here. A few balls inot the match I was bowled by a decent Yorker. Fair enough. Happens to the beat of us. It did not help that I was in bad form. The next match I concentrated hard. Knocked a few balls around. Stroking it well. The guy bowling was pitching it well and bouncing it hard. You normally gauge the bounce in seven a side and hit through the line. With the old balls used you don’t get the swing that beats you. I charged down got to the length I wanted to swing over the top and the ball never got up. It kept low, almost close to the ground. It was the only ball in out innings that got variable bounce. Out again. When form deserts you, luck will too. Or is it vice versa. Ha-ha!
This made me even more focused on the fielding on both days. I am easily the best fielder in the side. I run the fastest, stop everything. No one ever chances my arm for a double. Now with the benefit of experience and reading of the game / batsman style, I normally know where the ball is going to go before hand. There was a key guy batting us out of the game. I knew he kept hitting to the covers. The bat face was opening a bit and the bowler was maintaining a decent offside line. I was fielding at point, just behind covers. I screaming at captain to get me one more fielder. I tried again after a few balls. I got the fielder from wide midwicket to point and stood at covers. Sure enough, two balls on and I got an awkward ball into my stomach for a nice sharp catch. Game changed. That opened their batting at the other end. We got them all out. The significance of the catch was not lost on the team who knew that they had dropped three before.
The fun of cricket for me is now completely mental. Physical is fun but the mental side is it. The ability to mentally change the game is a different high. I explained to the batsman later how I plotted him out. The seven a side game, the match can change by clever handling of the bowlers. In the B team we have many captains, but I was happy that the guy leading respected my experience and effected the changes I suggested. That way we start strong, hide a bowler in the middle and have options to finish strong. With only seven over to be bowled, it’s a rapid fire game with one mistake costing the match. We won both.
But I still need to be dropped on batting form alone. Probably my fielding and experience is letting me remain in the side. Not bad – best fielder and good experience is not something that comes together. Opposites do reconcile.

Here is Jispa's drawing and coloring. Ain't I a proud pa?

long live buddha, kill him on the road

One thing leads to another. Someone left a small note “check out 'if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him!' by sheldon b. kopp”. I checked it up on the net and found a para which I think is bang on. I have always looked for answers within and I so believe in this and i quote from the link

The Zen Master warns: "If you meet Buddha on the road, kill him!" This admonition points up that no meaning that comes from outside ourselves is real. The Buddhahood of each of us has already been obtained. We need only recognize it. Killing the Buddha on the road means destroying the hope that anything outside of ourselves can be our master. We must each give up the master without giving up the search. The importance of things lies in the way we have learned to think about them. How often we make circumstances our prison and other people our jailers! At our best we take full responsibility for what we do and what we choose not to do. The most important struggles take place within the self.

bananarama

A small banana is a roughly 5 inches tall and 100 gms in weight. Around the same as a cell phone. Let the significance of the size not be lost on you.

A man going home from work likes to buy something to eat before the commute.

Men are normally paranoid about their belongings, specially in public areas and keep checking their pockets to ensure that the wallet, cell phone etc are there.

Normally the cell is kept in the top right hand pocket of the shirt.

Most people in trains are helpful and point out if you forget something or the other while getting off.

Bananas are seen as nice nutritional food by the common man.

A man can eat one banana easily, the second one may be eaten after some time.

Bananas normally get squashed quite easily.

Your shirt pocket can’t hold too many things together.

People normally keep the same stuff in the same pocket everyday. Habit.

Bananas are often sold as a pair. 5 for 2

People normally read books in trains to pass time.

Now to connect the threads...

One man bought two bananas for five bucks. He ate one. He then boarded the train. He put the second banana in his shirt pocket. When he sat he put the cell phone beside him. He began reading a book. When his station came he did a mental check. His felt his wallet and his cell and got up and began to leave. The guy sitting opposite pointed out that he left his cell behind. The man turned in horror to find his cell on his seat. He then realized that the weight he felt in his top pocket was actually the banana and not the cell as he made it out to be.

I am that man.

cut throat spirituality

On Sunday we decided to go for the build a bear workshop at the juhu shoppers stop. This is the local franchisee of the global build a bear network. Its quite a cute place to take your four year old. Here Jispa would get to customize her own teddy. First she chosses the basic type of bear and the ‘skin’. She had to choose from bears, dogs, lambs, leopards and different colors. She quite went bonkers. Then she chooses the sound that goes inside – she choose ‘I love you’. How typical a girlie. Then she has to name it, and push the pedal through which the stuffing is filled in the bear. She named the bear chocolate brownie. She even got to put inside a small heart. Then she chooses the clothes, the accessories, the cute chappals and finally prints the birth certificate. Pretty cool. Almost a version of the all American Quasi Spiritual Experience. Very cool I say. The price tag – like the bear , completely customizable. Every thing that goes in has a tag attached that decides the cost of the bear. And the bear is a small teddy size not a jumbo size. So with the bear, one pair clothes, one pair chapels cost around 1500 and then a carry bag like the baby sling bag adds another 500. Making it 2000 odd bucks. Not cheap but then that cost of making your kid feel like a mother. I don’t think Jispa enjoyed it as much as I did. I thought the whole experience was just great. At least she will remember the entire buying, oops, ‘birthing’ process of her chocolate brownie. Hopefully! I loved it for sure.

Here’s a pic of her with the skin she choose.

Post this we were hungry and therefore we decided to try out Govindas at ISKON (part of the ‘Hare Rama Hare Krishna’ movement. Govindas has built a reputation for offering ‘spiritual’ food. I assumed it would be like something like pure ghee and ‘satvik’ kind of food. Jasmine also told me that it should be nice and less oily. We enter the place and board outside proclaims – Govindas – “the cuisine with a philosophy” and “spiritualise your eating”. Wah wah! What a stylo! It was a thali buffet system that day. Possibly due to Sunday. Quite a crowd. Hmm I assume this is good. Jasmine says – thali!! I am not sure. I ask for two thalis in any case at the billing counter. You need to pay first and then get in the restaurant. Spirituality comes only with cash down. Fair enough. He asks for 500 bucks. At 250 a head, philosophy especially about food is not cheap. Theek hai. Must be expensive to make good food with the purest of ingredients. We settle in with a welcome drink. Option of juice, jaljeera or chaas. Cool. We get to the buffet counter. I see the salad counter an almost die in shock. The fucking place resembles a marriage set up. The salad counter has green salad, Chinese salad, dhai vada, dahi bundi, fried ticklies, fried wadas, fried everything. The main course has veg clear soup with the Chinese optionals like soya, vinegar and chilly sauce. At the main course I just froze and died and went to heaven. There was paneer makhanwala, bhendi fry, some other stuff, schezwan rice, manchurian and a some thing else, actually much more something else. Full shaadi mandap it was. The ISKON guys seem to have got this right. Get the food oily, greasy and unhealthy, the gujjus will come in and then spirituality will spontaneously occur. Well, its not like the food was really bad but it definitely was not ‘spritual’ or with a philosophy. It was your plain old marriage pandal food. I am sure the gujjus enjoyed it. But also it must have brought them a little closer to their cardiovascular bliss. I had regard for them when a good friend of mine went over and dedicated his life to the movement. Today after this I have no respect or regard. They must be doing a lot of good but one such experience is enough for me to be on guard. See what’s at the entry of the restaurant. Such blatant spin doctor stuff. How can one trust spirituality to them?

weekends are best for thinking

Today I seem to have a lot of things on my mind to write. It’s always a lot after a weekend. There are so many things that one notices and promises to… well… make a note of. To start with I have always seen a lot of women crossing the road on a lark. Most of these kind are in their own world while crossing the road. No left no right just cross and then look at the incoming car in their path with horror as it swerves to avoid them. Aaiiii. Its not that I have anything against women (for those who accuse me of type casting), there are many men who seem to do this as well but the sheer numbers of women who do this is unnerving. The man will always at the last moment jump out of the way but the women will just stand there and scream. This thing is going to get worse. Why? Because of the earplugs that are now in their ears perpetually as they listen to their iPods or the music from their FM/MP3 phones or they are simply merrily talking away. This way they won’t even notice the most blaring of all horns. The numbers of iPod accidents are set to rise before we see an outrage in America calling for banning them due to this increase. Or closer back home I assume some fanatic mob will break the shop of the nearest iPod vendor blaming them for the accidents.

I put another call to the bubbly content editor at Oxfords (random) and was pleasantly surprised to get a warm bubbly conversation at the other end. This is the same lady whose service paeans I was singing. I remember reading one book that said that customer service people are inherently a different breed of people who are naturals. There is nothing you can do with the rest of the sad people. You have no option but to recruit only the good ‘born with the attitude’ guys. Hmmm.. I am beginning to believe he is so right. You either have it in your blood or you don’t. People who are cynical or skeptical of all around and believe that the world is out to cheat them make for lousy customer care people. I think people with inborn trust and cheerful disposition must be kept for these roles. Thank you Ms Ray for teaching me more.
People teach by just being themselves.. what say?

I went to attend a wedding of an old kid who used to report into me. She and her team will always be special to me. This was the first team that I led purely by following Theory Y. I refused to get angry, always believed that they were right, treated them with love and affection and protected them from the horrendous sales guys. They were the customer service guys who used to get smashed left right and centre. They had no leadership, no standing and were generally bad on delivery. I was heading marketing then. I was given additional charge of the team. Past sales experience always taught me to crack whip and kick them into performing. I remember changing my mental note when I took them on. I transformed them slowly but surely into a team that believed in themselves and gave the sales guys back when they deserved so and also built a sales focus so as to not unnecessary kick the sales guys as finally that’s where the moolah came from. So coming back. The head of that team was Kavita and I took a particular fondness for her. When she was given to me she was broken, her review had just gone very average and she was bypassed for a promotion. Her morale was down. I worked on her, gave her ‘teeth’, and energized her. The result that at the end of the year she got her promotion, performed phenomenally, and a huge raise and bonus. She almost had tears in her eyes when she got that letter. More than that the best compliment came when the operations head (a person I really respect) told me that Kavita has come of age and she now has the confidence she required. She and I have now gone on to many more milestones in our respective lives. I was attending her reception on Saturday. There was a queer sense of pride in my heart while I saw the couple arrive. I don’t know but I found myself grinning from end to end. I felt so nice to see one more milestone in a nice person’s journey.

There is more that I want to write but generally I try to limit myself to not more than one page. So tomorrow I shall some more about the experiences about the weekend.

Can god die?

Well, if my daughter Jispa is to be believed then for sure. “When all the men die and then god will die and then the world will become smaller and smaller and then break”. Something like that. So yes God can die. To which I asked how is it possible for God to die. “If God does not eat then he will die” – came the matter of fact reply. Fair enough I say. “But God is in everything, plants, leaves, flowers. So God will always live” To which she asked – “do flowers die?” “Yes”, I said. She then looks with triumph and says – “see then God can also die”. “But then he is the sky and the ground. Does the sky ever eat anything? Can it die? See, God cannot die.”. “Noooo. How can God be in the ground” she laughs. Ok at this point I wanted to tell her that I am a pantheist, but I decide against it. “look, see, your school bus has come. Bye, see you”
Saved by the bus.

Another sign of daughter growing up:- she went to the loo at Imax alone. She went in on her own, did her pee and came outside to me waiting. This is around two month’s old photograph. I never did manage to put it up. But I thought ut might be well worth capturing. Quite a historic moment in the journey of our little Joan of arc.

work hard then fry bheja

Its been a long time since I have written anything. To use a popular phrase – I think what is urgent many times takes precedence over what is important; there is a lot to do in office these days. Some amount of fire fighting. I have been very busy mentally and therefore physically. I think I its time to take stock as one needs to from time to time. I had given a free hand to a lot of my kids. I am disappointed that it did not resulting higher productivity. I guess it takes time for people to evolve and mature. Well this will definitely reflect on their overall growth but hell, at least I tried to make them grow. End of the year there is no blood on my conscience that I did not try hard enough. There is a fine line between outstanding and exceeds expectations. This line is for an employee to see. You get salary to do your job well, very well, but growth; you bloody need to be outstanding and a clear outlier to go beyond. That is instinct, that is something you push your own self for, that comes from within. It is that push that you make when no one wants you to. You do it of your own accord. PUSH PUSH PUSH. It has its own perils. By pushing you do sacrifice a bit of yourself. You lose yourself, your heart, and bit of yourself. But it’s a choice that you have to make. When you are in the shower and you are thinking, do you think about your love life, your hobbies, your passion or your work. What is the big thing that you are pushing for? That big thing will decide your fate and your life. If that big thing is your job your work, then you are looking at your self make that transition into something that can give you growth at your office. I am not for once advocating that that is the right thing to do but then that’s the truth. What you want to be the big thing in your life will have to occupy that much more of your life. Work, painting, love, whatever…… so the question is what do I do? Well my work is not my life, in fact I do not define my life from it, but it does pay for a lot of things that define my life. That too my mind is the clincher. So work has taken a part of me, a large part of me. I think about it a lot of the time. I get ready for to do’s, follow ups, ideas, directions etc before hitting each day. So I have given up a part of the soul to work. But what to do? I try and balance it.

Yesterday was wifef’s birthday. Thank go I remember it. Now I try my bets to remember it well in advance. I saw two movies – the march of the penguins and Bheja Fry. The first one was a classic National Geographic style special. Nice but quite boring. Bad prints that have been played in a zillion theatres before coming to us and a tad too long. In fact, when the interval broke I thought that the movie would have ended. Slow paced, but ok ok. The other one was a masterpiece. Bheja Fry is easily one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. It is just too good. I dare say – its in the same league of Jaane bhi do yaaron. Dam funny. No crude vulgar comedy. The whole theater was laughing non stop and that too very loudly. One joke would make the people laugh loud so much so that the other joke was lost in the din. The newspaper (HT) gave it a one star and the penguins got a 4 star. Oh fuck you raters…I am never going to believe in the ratings. I guess they just want to guess the reactions and give smaller ratings to movies they assume will be a flop and more to those they believe to be “classy”. The director is definitely going places, if he does not burn out – Sagar Bellary I think. Dam funny guy. It reminded me of the plays that are played at college festivals or annual day. I would like to see this movie with my entire joint extended family. I hope it runs well and encourages more such movies as opposed to the fucking irritating movies like Namaste London. The only time I laughed in Namaste was actually in the emotional spiel that the protagonist was giving in defense of his motherland “India” to the gora’s who were degrading it. Really sad.

There is so much to write. There is backlog of ideas and photos in my head. Hope to clear my head and write more, and more regularly. I think the break from the blogging was probably a cool thing to do.

it's only a gift for heaven's sake

People give the darnest of things. Sometimes I have no clue what to do with it. And I specially love the show pieces that they give. Once I got a clock held together by two elephants, once I got a fake fish bowl with fake fish in it (you have to plug it in), a desk set with my name engraved on it (wrong spelling), tons of card holders, notepads, a serving tray, glass coasters, stumps (yup cricket stumps meant to be an invite), a Buddha look alike statue (pretty though), mugs and some more mugs, mug with my name etched on it, and other paraphernalia. But the last one I got took the cake. It’s a ceramic plate with some enameling work done on it. It’s pretty no doubt, but for hell of me I can’t figure out what to do with it. I have no clue to its possible use.

There is no hole at the back to hang it. It did not come with a stand to put it on somewhere as a desk top, its not even flat that I can use it for keeping hot vessels. Its just there. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. It is very pretty but it’s just there. So it’s one more thing that adds more color to my already colorful desk.

I even tried to keep it as mouse pad holder.

Nahhhh… not happening.

I even managed to chip while it was just lying there. Oh the things people gift you. I wish it was atleast ugly. I could have thrown it, but now since its pretty I cannot throw it. I do not want to risk living the rest of my miserable life as a person who could not understand or even appreciate art, in whatever form of style. Have I no respectable right brain throwing away this pretty, pretty, ehhhh.. pretty ceramic enameled plate. How sad could I be…. :(

So now its just there. one more dust gatherer on the desk, one more color disseminator, one more wise crack attractor....

risk

Risk means that more things can happen than will happen

- Elroy Dimson – London Business School

sauce the boss

Sauce is a good thing for kids. It gets them to eat anything. Whoever invented sauce was one of the greatest inventors of the modern era. No other invention has given mothers and fathers so much relief. It is sauce that makes the world go around. I am convinced. Sauce with bread, thepla, paratha, cheese, roti, chips, burger, fries…. What not…. Sauce is the boss.

Below is the creative I need to do to get her to eat that one more thepla.

thats a bottle that she wanted drawn with the sauce



this is the smily with specs and a frown.

I am going to start a new line of creative expression based on the humble sauce on plate. no more simple pushing the sauce down by whacking the bottle on its butt.but gently squezing the squezy bottle into designs and shapes as requested (read demanded) by Jispa

completely random thoughts

Sometimes it is fun to write in english that no one underdstadns. I wrote this mail to someone who had applied once before and though she was good we could not offer her a job. So this time around when we could be hiring again, I contacted her….
Excerpt of mail :-
We are in receipt of your CV in application to the unmentioned profile. We realize that you have been in prior consultation with us as regards your employment with us. Rest assured that we continue to hold you as eminently employable and we would look for opportunities to gainfully employ you with the services of the firm. It is in this regard we have begun to initiate our conversation with you. While there seems to be some element of doubt in our minds with respect to the profile in question, there exists a possibility of your candidature being suitable for a plurality of openings. We hope you could trust us to come back post the veils being lifted from in front of our paths. We thank you for your patience and continued confabulations. We do wish you the very best and well and hope to have a long and beneficial relationship.

Translation in English – thanks, will get back to you next week after the role is spelt out.

The other day I went to Siddhivinayak temple. Yes I am a pantheist but I still go to temples once in a while. I was telling Jasmine about the good old days with hardly a shed, a small structure, no security and no arrangements. Now they have a huge building, a huge wall, shade outside, stacked lines, lots of arrangements etc etc. they made it a small holy oasis in the middle of bustling Bombay. It’s kind of a nice place. Here is an interesting board outside the temple showing a voluptuous woman, not so well dressed. They expect women to be dressed modestly.

this is the temple cat sleeping next to the devotees at the temple.

The other thing i find extremely amusing is the proliferation of the humble silver mouse. This is the escort of the lord and is believed to act as an emissary. There is always crowd at the mouse with people trying to tell something into his ears, that he is supposed to get eth lord to grant. Now the authorities have installed two of them and kept them in a separate area where the devotees line up and have their chance at fulfillment.

We saw two movies over the weekend. One was Namesake. Nice movie. Did not lead anywhere for me. Probably will move and resonate with the NRI’s but was just a nice movie for me. Good performances. The movie was not going anywhere in a hurry, it was going anywhere at all. It was just there. I liked it though. Then the next day I saw Little Miss Sunshine. I liked that one as well. That too was going too many places, but it was in a hurry. Nice fast paced and quite funny. I liked it as well. My daughter enjoyed it as well. The people running around the bus, the guys dancing and the audience laughing. Kids feed off a lot from the environment. They understand too much but I am so sure they feel a movie much more than any of us. She did not like in Pursuit Of Happyness (sic), she could feel the environment more than anything else.

Attached is the photo of how we see late night movies with Jispa. Jispa- please see the same and experience a deep sense of sympathy for my very numb bum.