Yesterday Jispa stayed over at my mom’s place so today morning I had to go and pick her. So instead of giving the snack tiffin, my wife decided to give her food coupons for the school canteen. Normally Jispa likes to have some snack and a juice so this time Jasmine decided to give her extra coupons. Typically the juice costs 15 and the food around that as well. So, almost like a treat Jasmine put a full 35 rupees in the wallet. More than she ever has put at one time. It’s normally only 20 or 25. Full treat was on for Jispa.
This is what transpired. At the counter Jispa first saw a cake, so she took one for 12 bucks and then she saw the juice which she took for 15. So now she couldn’t really have anything else as there isn’t anything available for remaining 8 bucks in her wallet. Hahaha.
Jasmine’s attempt at a wholesome snack was effectively thwarted and foiled by Jispa.
I would assume most mothers would find this story exasperating; most fathers would find this highly amusing, most childless couples might find this sweet and bachelors would ask – So?
Monday, December 07, 2009
random thoughts are not philosophy... ok they are... or atleast at least could be...some day... perhaps
Hey what an innings I played… I hit 30 runs in one over.. uhh… ok, it was a tennis ball match, but it was in a proper cricket ground… uhh, ok the boundary was brought a bit inside.. but it was a proper match… ok it was a 8 a side match… but it was a proper match… uhh it was a internal tournament… but it was their opening bowler.. ok ok… he was a bowler who might have bowled after 10 years. But I still whacked it out of the park. Didn’t I? I said this some blogs ago… if you set your standards reasonably low you will always be happy. It works well for cricket for sure. Hehe. But it was good highlight for a Saturday.
On Sunday Jasmine, Dinesh and me went for a coffee at café coffe day. There we had this petit girl serving us. Quite a small thing but cheerful and fun. I quite like her attitude. And I do like seeing young people work. And as a contrast, I saw a bunch of girls descending the steps. The typical college going girls with a ‘I am so bored’ look on their face. Forgive my typecasts, but they did look like bimbettes, ok there is no word like bimbette but you get the drift. I couldn’t help but think that while it’s likely that my daughter will grow up to be the customer at the coffee shop but I would consider it tragic if she did not even once in her life play the role of the waiter. Too much mumble jumble? Here is the short of it – Get a summer job and grow up
On Sunday Jasmine, Dinesh and me went for a coffee at café coffe day. There we had this petit girl serving us. Quite a small thing but cheerful and fun. I quite like her attitude. And I do like seeing young people work. And as a contrast, I saw a bunch of girls descending the steps. The typical college going girls with a ‘I am so bored’ look on their face. Forgive my typecasts, but they did look like bimbettes, ok there is no word like bimbette but you get the drift. I couldn’t help but think that while it’s likely that my daughter will grow up to be the customer at the coffee shop but I would consider it tragic if she did not even once in her life play the role of the waiter. Too much mumble jumble? Here is the short of it – Get a summer job and grow up
Thursday, December 03, 2009
getting back to basics
I quote William Dalrymple from ‘the age of kali’. Here Benezir Bhutto was talking to him about the book – Freedom at Midnight.
“Was she being serious? Freedom at Midnight is terrible schlock pop/history – the Indian independence movement for imbeciles – hardly the sort of book you would expect to find a senior south Asian statesman admitting to read. Moreover, its account of the events of 1947 is deeply biased against Pakistan, and presents Jinha as a little more than a crazed megalomaniac. Assuming she was joking and now regarded the purchase as an embarrassing mistake, I laughed – only for it to become immediately clear that she was in fact entirely serious.”
I had read Freedom at Midnight and I though it’s an awesome book. My interest and regard for Gandhi started off from that book. My interest in partition started off from that book. Both of these topics amongst others in the book set me off to many more books that I subsequently read. I recommend that book to all those with a vague interest in history. But in my zeal I forgot my basic lesson. Every book is just that ‘a point of view’. No that I look back I think I was blind to this. This is a lot of weight in what William says. Louis Fisher’s Gandhi too does not really describe Gandhi in Kolkata at the time of partition in the way FaM does. But then the way Louis closes the chapter on the salt satyagraha will remain permanently etched in my memory. To jog back to the book, it was terribly poetic to be history.
So where does leave me. Hehehe. Well, it’s left me with a hard knock on my head. I have spoken about this in the past. Reading books gives you and advantage over mortal non readers. But it also gives you an inflated ego. I try and battle this ego daily. Reading books also gives me an attitude that helps me tide over the ego. The notion that truth is so subjective. Two individuals watching the same incident may such conflicting versions of the truth. There is no absolute truth. It is only a point of view. Such a vicious attack on my favourite book has left me scurrying for cover. While I hold it high esteem (I still do, albeit a bit lower), I am suddenly more open and circumspect while thinking about it, talking about it and recommending it.
This clearing of hubris is not limited to books. Over time I have realised that hubris gets entrenched in your head all the time. Anything that you do well has a potential to create it. The confidence that you get is by doing things well is the positive aspect and the ego is the negative aspect. Both come in together. In cricket after you just hit the bowler for a six, you have to clear your head and your thoughts else you will perish the next ball. You have to forget that you have just hit a six and treat the next ball again on its own merit. Even after doing an action again and again, repeatedly and brilliantly, the follow up action cannot have any of the hangovers of the first. If you let hubris get to you, read this link on hubris by Devdutt to understand the consequences.
I battle this everyday. This passage was a good tight slap to my hubris. Schlock? Imbecile? Wow. Bahut maara re… I will remember this slap for a long time to come. You have no idea what it means when someone destroys your favourite book thus.
Sometimes I too forget the title of my blog. Things seem opposite in nature and they cannot come together. But somehow in life opposites reconcile. In fact in my title I have put an additional word ‘must’. ‘Must’ gives an idea of action, which is a bit misleading. Many times they remain without doing anything. That itself is an act of reconciliation. Hence in your mind they ‘must’ reconcile. Sorry for the ‘schlock’ philosophy for imbeciles. But I have just been proved one so it does work for me :)
Thank you William. But I still do love the book. It has given me a lot.
“Was she being serious? Freedom at Midnight is terrible schlock pop/history – the Indian independence movement for imbeciles – hardly the sort of book you would expect to find a senior south Asian statesman admitting to read. Moreover, its account of the events of 1947 is deeply biased against Pakistan, and presents Jinha as a little more than a crazed megalomaniac. Assuming she was joking and now regarded the purchase as an embarrassing mistake, I laughed – only for it to become immediately clear that she was in fact entirely serious.”
I had read Freedom at Midnight and I though it’s an awesome book. My interest and regard for Gandhi started off from that book. My interest in partition started off from that book. Both of these topics amongst others in the book set me off to many more books that I subsequently read. I recommend that book to all those with a vague interest in history. But in my zeal I forgot my basic lesson. Every book is just that ‘a point of view’. No that I look back I think I was blind to this. This is a lot of weight in what William says. Louis Fisher’s Gandhi too does not really describe Gandhi in Kolkata at the time of partition in the way FaM does. But then the way Louis closes the chapter on the salt satyagraha will remain permanently etched in my memory. To jog back to the book, it was terribly poetic to be history.
So where does leave me. Hehehe. Well, it’s left me with a hard knock on my head. I have spoken about this in the past. Reading books gives you and advantage over mortal non readers. But it also gives you an inflated ego. I try and battle this ego daily. Reading books also gives me an attitude that helps me tide over the ego. The notion that truth is so subjective. Two individuals watching the same incident may such conflicting versions of the truth. There is no absolute truth. It is only a point of view. Such a vicious attack on my favourite book has left me scurrying for cover. While I hold it high esteem (I still do, albeit a bit lower), I am suddenly more open and circumspect while thinking about it, talking about it and recommending it.
This clearing of hubris is not limited to books. Over time I have realised that hubris gets entrenched in your head all the time. Anything that you do well has a potential to create it. The confidence that you get is by doing things well is the positive aspect and the ego is the negative aspect. Both come in together. In cricket after you just hit the bowler for a six, you have to clear your head and your thoughts else you will perish the next ball. You have to forget that you have just hit a six and treat the next ball again on its own merit. Even after doing an action again and again, repeatedly and brilliantly, the follow up action cannot have any of the hangovers of the first. If you let hubris get to you, read this link on hubris by Devdutt to understand the consequences.
I battle this everyday. This passage was a good tight slap to my hubris. Schlock? Imbecile? Wow. Bahut maara re… I will remember this slap for a long time to come. You have no idea what it means when someone destroys your favourite book thus.
Sometimes I too forget the title of my blog. Things seem opposite in nature and they cannot come together. But somehow in life opposites reconcile. In fact in my title I have put an additional word ‘must’. ‘Must’ gives an idea of action, which is a bit misleading. Many times they remain without doing anything. That itself is an act of reconciliation. Hence in your mind they ‘must’ reconcile. Sorry for the ‘schlock’ philosophy for imbeciles. But I have just been proved one so it does work for me :)
Thank you William. But I still do love the book. It has given me a lot.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
so lonely
This is so right…
I quote “Loneliness is like a disease -- and what's worse, it's contagious. Although it may sound counter-intuitive, loneliness can spread from one person to another, according to research being released Tuesday that underscores the power of one person's emotions to affect friends, family and neighbours.” (link to full article)
Lonely people spread loneliness the same way that depressed people spread depression. While in an altruistic world, one would not shun such people but try actively to bring them out to the normal world and make them the see the ‘beauty of life’. But this shit works only if the feeling is not in tune with their essential character. If you recognise this as an essential character of the person in question – my advice to you would be – RUN. FAST.
There are so many negative characters you meet, characters who are cynical, depressed, forever getting bugged and irritated. If you stay with them you will slowly mimic them. Any mood is contagious. You can try passing on your ‘positivity’ (whatever) to them but the risk is just not worth it.
In office there are constant naysayers, constant argumentative nuts, constant idiots who just don’t see the point and according to Devdutt, the bums who fight on both sides (link here) – the proverbial ‘devil’s advocate’.
Whenever someone really gets to me by constant bitching, complaining, arguing, I just refuse to fight. Either I run or I stop the argument. One interesting way to make a bitcher run away from you is to praise exactly what they are bitching. If that’s too difficult this trick never fails – take a reverse perspective of the same and ask him to consider the other side. See him run like a black buck with Salman Khan on his tail. (wasn’t that a sad metaphor. But I couldn’t help it)
a few videos...
a political one...
and finally the one I wanted to show...
I quote “Loneliness is like a disease -- and what's worse, it's contagious. Although it may sound counter-intuitive, loneliness can spread from one person to another, according to research being released Tuesday that underscores the power of one person's emotions to affect friends, family and neighbours.” (link to full article)
Lonely people spread loneliness the same way that depressed people spread depression. While in an altruistic world, one would not shun such people but try actively to bring them out to the normal world and make them the see the ‘beauty of life’. But this shit works only if the feeling is not in tune with their essential character. If you recognise this as an essential character of the person in question – my advice to you would be – RUN. FAST.
There are so many negative characters you meet, characters who are cynical, depressed, forever getting bugged and irritated. If you stay with them you will slowly mimic them. Any mood is contagious. You can try passing on your ‘positivity’ (whatever) to them but the risk is just not worth it.
In office there are constant naysayers, constant argumentative nuts, constant idiots who just don’t see the point and according to Devdutt, the bums who fight on both sides (link here) – the proverbial ‘devil’s advocate’.
Whenever someone really gets to me by constant bitching, complaining, arguing, I just refuse to fight. Either I run or I stop the argument. One interesting way to make a bitcher run away from you is to praise exactly what they are bitching. If that’s too difficult this trick never fails – take a reverse perspective of the same and ask him to consider the other side. See him run like a black buck with Salman Khan on his tail. (wasn’t that a sad metaphor. But I couldn’t help it)
a few videos...
a political one...
and finally the one I wanted to show...
getting it right
What happens when you have two trainers? Hehehe. First we train her at home for the elocution competition and then yesterday her elocution teacher at school trained her. While she did not change the narration too much, basic differences were there in the approach. I teach to be a little over the top in emotion. A little over emotion is ok. With all the kids going for one or two tones, I like to teach at least five six tones if not more. So not everything is loud. Some words are soft, some loud, some with a chuckle, a sad one, a surprise etc… This ensures she stands out in the crowd. With kids coming and going in a procession, elocutions can get boring for the judges as well. My belief is that only if you first entertain, then will you have a chance to win. The teacher has an obvious emphasis on the clarity. She sacrifices emotion for clarity while I do the reverse. Clarity aa jaaye ga if the emotion is right.
But I guess it is wrong to undermine the teachers experience. So as I was training her today (95% of training is in the car while I drop her to the bus stop), she kept telling me that her teacher taught her otherwise. Like good parents I conceded. I allowed her to keep what the teacher said but I still tried to push for subtle emotions within the words. So that there is still enough variation in the poem. I have to teach something that takes the clarity that the teacher teaches while allowing for the emotion that makes the poem come alive.
What I am also happy is that her teacher does not simply teach the emotion. She explains why the emotion fits into the story. Like one line (“which added up to 46, or its it 52?) Where she says that you can’t be loud because you are thinking and calculating. Fair. I had told her to be loud in – ‘added upto 46’, as she is jumping to a number and then think for ‘or is it 52’ as now you sheepishly think you have made a error.
Aaaaaa. I don’t really bother. It’s right as long as there is a justification. And as long as Jispa understands it, she will be getting it right either way.
The greatest thing in parenting is that I remember my childhood. I remember a lot of incidents even from as long back as 2nd standard. So at least I know which mistakes to avoid. At least I am making fresh mistakes. I clearly remember having conflict when mom taught differently from what the teacher taught. I used to argue with mom, when she insisted otherwise. Some times I was right while I assume that most of the time mom would have been right, but the stress of POSSIBLY getting it wrong was greater the stress ACTUALLY getting it wrong. As the latter is a small thing when you just get corrected, while the former shimmers all through, from when you do home work till you hit school. So with Jispa I never argue with her if she tells me that the teacher taught her otherwise. I merely explain my point and let her do it her way. The stress is just not worth it. She will soon figure. Making mistakes is a better way to learn than to get it right all the time.
One incident jumps to memory. While I was an average to above average kid in class (rank 8 to15 out of 60 kids), in tenth standard I really started doing well in maths. I was always good but in tenth, focussed studies and better practice helped me shine in my favourite subject. Also my teachers were pretty cool. I even figured a different way of solving a sum which I thought was right. My school teacher Mr Thomas, allowed me to keep that way while just telling me to write down the calculation in steps and not jump to the answer. That was great motivation I guess. So in tenth in one of the unit tests I scored 49 on 50. Mr. Thomas looked at the final score and asked if I knew where I went wrong. I showed him and he got pissed. He said he should have cut more marks for that mistake. I had done everything right everywhere but in one sum in the end I had totalled 7+5 as 11. That was my only chance of scoring a perfect score ever in my life. I had blown it up. I knew in the finals the boards wouldn’t let me score a perfect score. Sure enough, I got 74 on 75 in algebra and 73 on 75 in geometry. There was only a one mark error in algebra where there was a fill in the blank on a technical math issue. So yes, I missed my perfect score as 7+5 is 12 and not eleven. Till today whenever I see 7+5, I will first think 11 and then see that problem in front of me and I know the answer is 12, and I regret missing the perfect score. I remember solving the sum in the exam, I remember checking it, I remember saying to myself – 7 +5 = 11. Then I remember the paper duly corrected and I remember Mr. Thomas’s words. This was all in 1990. I just won’t forget it.
Look at the trade off, if I had got it right, this would have not been a part of my memory. At best I might have remembered the perfect score, that’s all. My memories would have been worse off. Aarrggghhh. I want the score and I want the memory.
But I guess it is wrong to undermine the teachers experience. So as I was training her today (95% of training is in the car while I drop her to the bus stop), she kept telling me that her teacher taught her otherwise. Like good parents I conceded. I allowed her to keep what the teacher said but I still tried to push for subtle emotions within the words. So that there is still enough variation in the poem. I have to teach something that takes the clarity that the teacher teaches while allowing for the emotion that makes the poem come alive.
What I am also happy is that her teacher does not simply teach the emotion. She explains why the emotion fits into the story. Like one line (“which added up to 46, or its it 52?) Where she says that you can’t be loud because you are thinking and calculating. Fair. I had told her to be loud in – ‘added upto 46’, as she is jumping to a number and then think for ‘or is it 52’ as now you sheepishly think you have made a error.
Aaaaaa. I don’t really bother. It’s right as long as there is a justification. And as long as Jispa understands it, she will be getting it right either way.
The greatest thing in parenting is that I remember my childhood. I remember a lot of incidents even from as long back as 2nd standard. So at least I know which mistakes to avoid. At least I am making fresh mistakes. I clearly remember having conflict when mom taught differently from what the teacher taught. I used to argue with mom, when she insisted otherwise. Some times I was right while I assume that most of the time mom would have been right, but the stress of POSSIBLY getting it wrong was greater the stress ACTUALLY getting it wrong. As the latter is a small thing when you just get corrected, while the former shimmers all through, from when you do home work till you hit school. So with Jispa I never argue with her if she tells me that the teacher taught her otherwise. I merely explain my point and let her do it her way. The stress is just not worth it. She will soon figure. Making mistakes is a better way to learn than to get it right all the time.
One incident jumps to memory. While I was an average to above average kid in class (rank 8 to15 out of 60 kids), in tenth standard I really started doing well in maths. I was always good but in tenth, focussed studies and better practice helped me shine in my favourite subject. Also my teachers were pretty cool. I even figured a different way of solving a sum which I thought was right. My school teacher Mr Thomas, allowed me to keep that way while just telling me to write down the calculation in steps and not jump to the answer. That was great motivation I guess. So in tenth in one of the unit tests I scored 49 on 50. Mr. Thomas looked at the final score and asked if I knew where I went wrong. I showed him and he got pissed. He said he should have cut more marks for that mistake. I had done everything right everywhere but in one sum in the end I had totalled 7+5 as 11. That was my only chance of scoring a perfect score ever in my life. I had blown it up. I knew in the finals the boards wouldn’t let me score a perfect score. Sure enough, I got 74 on 75 in algebra and 73 on 75 in geometry. There was only a one mark error in algebra where there was a fill in the blank on a technical math issue. So yes, I missed my perfect score as 7+5 is 12 and not eleven. Till today whenever I see 7+5, I will first think 11 and then see that problem in front of me and I know the answer is 12, and I regret missing the perfect score. I remember solving the sum in the exam, I remember checking it, I remember saying to myself – 7 +5 = 11. Then I remember the paper duly corrected and I remember Mr. Thomas’s words. This was all in 1990. I just won’t forget it.
Look at the trade off, if I had got it right, this would have not been a part of my memory. At best I might have remembered the perfect score, that’s all. My memories would have been worse off. Aarrggghhh. I want the score and I want the memory.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
role model? look around
Once a friend came out from an interview and was talking about it. He said that he was asked a question on his role model. His answer ‘my father’ was dismissed as being boring. He then proceeded to narrate how he explained that actually, there are many role models, in all walks of life. If one person bats better, then he is role model for batting, if another presents well, then he would be my role model for presentation.
This was in college during my management when Shoppers Stop had come for summer interns. And the friend in question was the affable Cherian Varghese. God bless you Cherian. I don’t know weather he meant it or he was being sharp in an interview, but he gave me the wisdom that I have held for a long time.
Every one, everything can teach you a thing or two. No matter how bad they are, they still can teach you.
I have learnt to learn from everything and everyone. Everyone is good and look at the good side of it. It’s easy to be critical and find fault with probably anything. I have learnt that fault is a way of life and most of the time it is important for the fault to be there else the good will not be there as well. A simplistic example – a great painters vanity may be his driving force, another aggression might lead him to do great work but also is responsible for burning his team. Etc etc..
This is a video of Orhan Pamuk, 2006 Nobel winner in literature. A lot of us fail or have many failures. What do you look at? What do you look for?
This was in college during my management when Shoppers Stop had come for summer interns. And the friend in question was the affable Cherian Varghese. God bless you Cherian. I don’t know weather he meant it or he was being sharp in an interview, but he gave me the wisdom that I have held for a long time.
Every one, everything can teach you a thing or two. No matter how bad they are, they still can teach you.
I have learnt to learn from everything and everyone. Everyone is good and look at the good side of it. It’s easy to be critical and find fault with probably anything. I have learnt that fault is a way of life and most of the time it is important for the fault to be there else the good will not be there as well. A simplistic example – a great painters vanity may be his driving force, another aggression might lead him to do great work but also is responsible for burning his team. Etc etc..
This is a video of Orhan Pamuk, 2006 Nobel winner in literature. A lot of us fail or have many failures. What do you look at? What do you look for?
but daaaaad
Yesterday I caught Jispa reading ‘the wimpy kid’ again. I told her to read it only on the condition that she asks us what she does not understand. Else no more reading for her. Later into the evening as she was reading I caught her again and asked her to read aloud some line. As we thought – she was skimming through. One word she knew the meaning but couldn’t read it was ‘definitely’. That’s when I looked at her and said… ‘no more reading’. She looked at me and a tear swelled in her eye. ‘no more Wimpy kid’ she said ‘not no more reading’. I just kept quiet and looked at her ‘nooo… you cant stop my reading’ she cried.
Did I feel like a third grade villain? I did not know what to do. I did not want to give in easily. Just giving up the wimpy kid would not have been strict enough and anything more would have been too strict.
I did the dad thing. ‘Now get and go for bath, brush your teeth and get ready for bed’. I just side stepped the punishment. What to do. I was not going to punish someone for reading but I sure want her to read and not skip words.
And then before bed another test of parenting. Teaching and preparing Jispa for the interschool elocution. I don’t want to push but if I don’t she does not improve. She wants to improve but that would mean making her rehearse again and again… these are not so easy calls. I would like her to do her best, win and compete. But I don’t want her to pay a price for it. So I try to tell sweetly. Keep telling her that I don’t mind if she does not practice, use emotional to make her practice. I even let her put her own emotions even if they aren’t 100% right, so that she has some ownership. And after all I also don’t know what the judges will be looking for. Her guess is as good as mine. I am happy she is processing and trying to use her brain. That’s the real battle. She competes this Friday. I hope to polish some rough edges by then. Without pushing her too hard. I really want her to enjoy it as opposed to having pressure.
I am not sure if I should go to the finals though Jasmine is keen to be there.
I would love to see her perform but I don’t want any burden of expectation. Go ahead and spit out on stage… it’s the fun that counts. If you had fun and did your best, then only will you want to do it again. What’s the point of a flash in the pan? Doing regularly what you like doing is the ultimate elixir.
Did I feel like a third grade villain? I did not know what to do. I did not want to give in easily. Just giving up the wimpy kid would not have been strict enough and anything more would have been too strict.
I did the dad thing. ‘Now get and go for bath, brush your teeth and get ready for bed’. I just side stepped the punishment. What to do. I was not going to punish someone for reading but I sure want her to read and not skip words.
And then before bed another test of parenting. Teaching and preparing Jispa for the interschool elocution. I don’t want to push but if I don’t she does not improve. She wants to improve but that would mean making her rehearse again and again… these are not so easy calls. I would like her to do her best, win and compete. But I don’t want her to pay a price for it. So I try to tell sweetly. Keep telling her that I don’t mind if she does not practice, use emotional to make her practice. I even let her put her own emotions even if they aren’t 100% right, so that she has some ownership. And after all I also don’t know what the judges will be looking for. Her guess is as good as mine. I am happy she is processing and trying to use her brain. That’s the real battle. She competes this Friday. I hope to polish some rough edges by then. Without pushing her too hard. I really want her to enjoy it as opposed to having pressure.
I am not sure if I should go to the finals though Jasmine is keen to be there.
I would love to see her perform but I don’t want any burden of expectation. Go ahead and spit out on stage… it’s the fun that counts. If you had fun and did your best, then only will you want to do it again. What’s the point of a flash in the pan? Doing regularly what you like doing is the ultimate elixir.
Monday, November 30, 2009
weekend fun
This Saturday our B team played a match. Now I just love the B team. Here I magically become one of the most experienced players. So this time around we had a match with some really good players. Some 20 plus somethings who play and practise regularly. I was given eth responsibility to open the innings. It was one of the most hostile pace attacks that I might have played. The ball coming on fast and pitching and moving off the seam. Wow. The ball hit me a quite a few times. The ones that are still sore are - Once it moved off middle stump and went on to hit my bums, the other bounced and hit my thigh pad, and the third moved and hit my shin. The fact that it still hurts through all that padding goes on to show how fast they were bowling. I survived the opening six overs without getting out or beaten even once. This just goes on to prove that if your standards are adequately low you can always figure out a victory.
One Sunday we decided to have lunch at a restaurant near the gateway. Since there was a small waiting, I decided to take the kids to the Gateway. Jispa was game as usual, one other friend joined in and the third thought it was too hot. The other parents also thought it was too hot. How could that be my excuse? I just played in the same sun on Saturday. So Jispa, a friend and me went sightseeing. There you could see the standard tourists and the camera guys who now roam around with highly portable photo printers in their back packs. They give you the photos instantly. Their stated charge is 30 bucks a pop but I sure they can be bargained down cheaper. I paid 50 bucks for two prints of the same picture. I love getting these cheap touristy thrills.
While we were posing I did my usual nonsense posing and Jispa happily followed. She too is used to this. Her poor friend took some time to figure out that being silly in public is normal by our standards. You can see her a bit restrained (at least by our standards).
The original photo is a bit bleached out. I think they do that to ensure that maximum white is used and hence the colour cartridge is used much less – or they just don’t know more. Our photographer was using a Nikon D60 with his knob on manual. The other photo is what I like, a little more saturated (hat tip – the other kids mommy).
One Sunday we decided to have lunch at a restaurant near the gateway. Since there was a small waiting, I decided to take the kids to the Gateway. Jispa was game as usual, one other friend joined in and the third thought it was too hot. The other parents also thought it was too hot. How could that be my excuse? I just played in the same sun on Saturday. So Jispa, a friend and me went sightseeing. There you could see the standard tourists and the camera guys who now roam around with highly portable photo printers in their back packs. They give you the photos instantly. Their stated charge is 30 bucks a pop but I sure they can be bargained down cheaper. I paid 50 bucks for two prints of the same picture. I love getting these cheap touristy thrills.
While we were posing I did my usual nonsense posing and Jispa happily followed. She too is used to this. Her poor friend took some time to figure out that being silly in public is normal by our standards. You can see her a bit restrained (at least by our standards).
The original photo is a bit bleached out. I think they do that to ensure that maximum white is used and hence the colour cartridge is used much less – or they just don’t know more. Our photographer was using a Nikon D60 with his knob on manual. The other photo is what I like, a little more saturated (hat tip – the other kids mommy).
Thursday, November 26, 2009
The fathers curse
Jispa has been reading a lot these days. She recently finished the book Matilda by Roald Dahl. Awesome achievement considering she is only 7 years old. It is a 225 page book. I think that’s quite something.
But the dad in me is a bit worried. We don’t change over all these years do we?
But why on earth am I worried?
I am worried that while she is reading more than her age suggests, she might be skipping words. This way while she might follow the entire story, the habit of skipping words you don’t understand is not exactly a good thing to do.
Yesterday she was reading ‘diary of a Wimpy kid’. The book is recommended for 9+. So I made her read it aloud. One line said – and rocky primitive mind said… I asked her if she understood what ‘primitive mind’ is. She replied ‘smart mind’. There, issues in my book. So while I was happy she is reading a lot but, I told her to be sure of what she reads and ask for what she does not understand.
So that’s daddying. Keep a close watch on everything. Big daddy is actually big brother. But I find it so ironic that even good things need to be regulated. That reminds me of an age old maxim that ‘if it’s too good to be true, it’s too good to be true.’
But the dad in me is a bit worried. We don’t change over all these years do we?
But why on earth am I worried?
I am worried that while she is reading more than her age suggests, she might be skipping words. This way while she might follow the entire story, the habit of skipping words you don’t understand is not exactly a good thing to do.
Yesterday she was reading ‘diary of a Wimpy kid’. The book is recommended for 9+. So I made her read it aloud. One line said – and rocky primitive mind said… I asked her if she understood what ‘primitive mind’ is. She replied ‘smart mind’. There, issues in my book. So while I was happy she is reading a lot but, I told her to be sure of what she reads and ask for what she does not understand.
So that’s daddying. Keep a close watch on everything. Big daddy is actually big brother. But I find it so ironic that even good things need to be regulated. That reminds me of an age old maxim that ‘if it’s too good to be true, it’s too good to be true.’
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
random thoughts of a unfettered mind (the adjective is for effect)
Corporate speak. One guy N wants data. He tell his flunk V. V asks R. R say H has it. H says A has it. A says only R can give. So circular loop happens and the V is flustered as he is the fall guy. N tells V to write mail. I get marked on it, as H and A report to me. I raise hands. Tell him to buzz off. V calls me and cries. I call V and R. Tell V to tell R what exactly he wants. I tell A to give whatever is required and matter solved. All it required is a guy who calls everyone else’s bluff. That was my value add to something I wasn’t even involved with. Corporate is such a bitch.
Forget that. Lets come to something I like. Teaching. This year I am given the job of teaching something I don’t know. Well I actually don’t know too much of what I assume to know but atleast I know how much I know or don’t know. This time I don’t even know that. Basically I am being asked to take some lectures on quali research. I have a fair exposure to the same and I guess any half decent guy is better than a half a point decent academic.
But this time I have resolved it to be different. I researched on some high end sites for white papers. Taken the trouble to understand these and give it to the kids to read before they come to class. Today I had to kick out around a dozen of them for not reading and coming. It is difficult thing to do but if they have to shape up then I have no option. My only worry is how much to push them and not have them break. But they must grow up and I must be tough for that. Let’s see how much that takes them and me. But at least thanks to this I am learning more, understanding more and improving my knowledge on the dam subject. It’s a good thing to be outside your comfort zone.
While you are driving around Mumbai you realise the rank stupidity of Mumbai road planning where, you have really broad roads becoming tiny and narrow suddenly. If that doesn’t jam what will? I faced this today morning at 630 am. Purely a case of narrowing. So bloody frustrating. We need mass rapid transport and connections to the stations.
One of my team is on leave. That gives me the chance to sit on her desk and with my team. I dunno about their feelings but I sure feel better. The senior cube holes are so disconnected form the rest. This is where the action is and where I don’t feel bored. Now I realise what happens in my appointed nice corner. I am disconnected with anything and everything around the office. Its nice to get demoted once in a while. This place is so much fun. It takes 10 odd years to realise that length of your cube is no barometer of fun in your office. In fact I think there is an inverse relationship there.
Forget that. Lets come to something I like. Teaching. This year I am given the job of teaching something I don’t know. Well I actually don’t know too much of what I assume to know but atleast I know how much I know or don’t know. This time I don’t even know that. Basically I am being asked to take some lectures on quali research. I have a fair exposure to the same and I guess any half decent guy is better than a half a point decent academic.
But this time I have resolved it to be different. I researched on some high end sites for white papers. Taken the trouble to understand these and give it to the kids to read before they come to class. Today I had to kick out around a dozen of them for not reading and coming. It is difficult thing to do but if they have to shape up then I have no option. My only worry is how much to push them and not have them break. But they must grow up and I must be tough for that. Let’s see how much that takes them and me. But at least thanks to this I am learning more, understanding more and improving my knowledge on the dam subject. It’s a good thing to be outside your comfort zone.
While you are driving around Mumbai you realise the rank stupidity of Mumbai road planning where, you have really broad roads becoming tiny and narrow suddenly. If that doesn’t jam what will? I faced this today morning at 630 am. Purely a case of narrowing. So bloody frustrating. We need mass rapid transport and connections to the stations.
One of my team is on leave. That gives me the chance to sit on her desk and with my team. I dunno about their feelings but I sure feel better. The senior cube holes are so disconnected form the rest. This is where the action is and where I don’t feel bored. Now I realise what happens in my appointed nice corner. I am disconnected with anything and everything around the office. Its nice to get demoted once in a while. This place is so much fun. It takes 10 odd years to realise that length of your cube is no barometer of fun in your office. In fact I think there is an inverse relationship there.
Monday, November 23, 2009
excuses excuses
This is easily the funniest thing I have read this month. The world’s most powerful particle accelerator was shot due to some bread (baguette) being dropped by a bird. Read here and here
This is same LHC that critics said was extremely powerful and could produce anti matter that could end the world. Something like matter meeting anti matter and BOOM – end of the world.
After the hilarity of the dropping, one another thing struck me. They actually seemed to have told the truth no matter how embarrassing it would be. Or it is the most implausible of excuses. I am sure a lot of the scientists working at the LHC would be teaching somewhere and what would their reaction be if a student gave a similar excuse for not having the assignment on time. “I finished it but a stork flying overhead shat (diarrhoea perhaps) on my laptop, short-circuiting it”.
jispa - when you do get older, remember the excuse - if a bird can shut down a LHC with a bread piece, imagine what they can dow ith your assignment. Especially if you are studying physics.
graft
I had such a long week end. It started with my trip to Igatpuri where I bought some land. Someday when I save enough I might decide to build my small home there. I remember a Nancy comic that I read many years ago. It was at least more than 25 years ago. Nancy takes her small doll house and walks to the forest. She leaves her doll house in the middle of the forest and then walks away remarking… ‘now we too can talk about our home in the woods’. I remember that comic strip as if it was yesterday. I guess, this is the first step in that direction, though the Igatpuri land is definitely not in the woods but the feel is like a hill station.
Though one thing realy bugs me is the cash dealings that in India land or almost anything is subjected to. People like us are salaried guys with zero black money and no cash income. Hence we like paying by card and cheque wherever we go. This has ye to percolate in the innards of India. Our tax laws and system seem hopelessly inadequate for the sheer breadth of this country. But atleast now the paperwork is getting computerised and they take the photos from their webcam and thumb scans for the records. That should solve a lot of issues.
While Jasmine and me were talking about cash I was explaining to her the various source of scam cash that I have come across while working. It is crazy to see the ethics of the white collared workers. We keep coming across strong instances of people across sectors siphoning off money or asking for bribe for almost anything, right from printing, ad films, stamp papers, passing routine bills for payment, choosing vendors, anything. The sheer scale and shamelessness is shocking. I even send back diwali gifts that I think cross ethic levels. Pens, watches, silver and even pressure cookers have been on the list. Somebody once asked me why? What motivates me to do this and be clean? I told him, I want to show my face to my dad. I wouldn’t be able to do so if I did this. That my dad passed away 11 years ago des not make any difference.
On Saturday while I was talking to Jasmine explaining my position I was explaining that cash is always a bad thing. In my estimate any one in my position could have taken at least rupees fity lakhs to 100 lakhs. This kind of cash would have social repercussions. Imagine if I had this cash lying around the house. I would not know where to use it. We would end up buying a lot of stuff, gadgets, premium luxury, ostentatious vacations; we would let Jispa buy a lot of stuff, pander to her whims and what not, make a brat out of her. God knows what physiographical changes it would have on us. The cash in your pocket is always ready to go out… Jasmine and I are quite clear on the values we don’t want Jispa to have. Not having cash is not a value in itself but is an important value driver. I am so glad. Ethics have their payoff in different directions.
We also saw the movie A Christmas Carol. Nice movie, but it should have been rated U/A.
Though one thing realy bugs me is the cash dealings that in India land or almost anything is subjected to. People like us are salaried guys with zero black money and no cash income. Hence we like paying by card and cheque wherever we go. This has ye to percolate in the innards of India. Our tax laws and system seem hopelessly inadequate for the sheer breadth of this country. But atleast now the paperwork is getting computerised and they take the photos from their webcam and thumb scans for the records. That should solve a lot of issues.
While Jasmine and me were talking about cash I was explaining to her the various source of scam cash that I have come across while working. It is crazy to see the ethics of the white collared workers. We keep coming across strong instances of people across sectors siphoning off money or asking for bribe for almost anything, right from printing, ad films, stamp papers, passing routine bills for payment, choosing vendors, anything. The sheer scale and shamelessness is shocking. I even send back diwali gifts that I think cross ethic levels. Pens, watches, silver and even pressure cookers have been on the list. Somebody once asked me why? What motivates me to do this and be clean? I told him, I want to show my face to my dad. I wouldn’t be able to do so if I did this. That my dad passed away 11 years ago des not make any difference.
On Saturday while I was talking to Jasmine explaining my position I was explaining that cash is always a bad thing. In my estimate any one in my position could have taken at least rupees fity lakhs to 100 lakhs. This kind of cash would have social repercussions. Imagine if I had this cash lying around the house. I would not know where to use it. We would end up buying a lot of stuff, gadgets, premium luxury, ostentatious vacations; we would let Jispa buy a lot of stuff, pander to her whims and what not, make a brat out of her. God knows what physiographical changes it would have on us. The cash in your pocket is always ready to go out… Jasmine and I are quite clear on the values we don’t want Jispa to have. Not having cash is not a value in itself but is an important value driver. I am so glad. Ethics have their payoff in different directions.
We also saw the movie A Christmas Carol. Nice movie, but it should have been rated U/A.
Friday, November 20, 2009
office wars
I came across this amazing para from this source. http://cheeptalk.wordpress.com/2009/11/18/inside-story-saddams-strategic-thinking/
"Saddam lived in fear of a coup mounted by the Republican Guard. His solution was to create the Special Republican Guard, whose main remit was to protect him against coups particularly from the Republican Guard. You would think that the head of this outfit would be a fearsome figure who would terrify any budding coup plotters. Woods asked other leading figures if this was indeed the case and the answer was a resounding NO! Why? Saddam was well aware of the “who monitors the monitor problem” – what is the head of the Special Guard mounted a coup himself? Saddam’s solution was not original: appoint a relative. Make sure the appointee is a coward so he would not dream of mounting a coup. Just in case he is tougher than you might think, choose someone stupid so he cannot mount a successful coup and is too stupid to recognize someone else’s good ideas for a coup."
I see this happening in corporate life as well; when an insecure though seemingly smart head has an amazingly dumb guy as his side kick. Many times this amazingly dumb guy is a guy from his same caste and village. Thick caste / language loyalties substitute blood loyalties as the latter can be easily accused of nepotism.
Look around you. There are Saddam’s everywhere. One way to look at it his fate is - look at where Saddam is now, the other way is – look at how far he went.
"Saddam lived in fear of a coup mounted by the Republican Guard. His solution was to create the Special Republican Guard, whose main remit was to protect him against coups particularly from the Republican Guard. You would think that the head of this outfit would be a fearsome figure who would terrify any budding coup plotters. Woods asked other leading figures if this was indeed the case and the answer was a resounding NO! Why? Saddam was well aware of the “who monitors the monitor problem” – what is the head of the Special Guard mounted a coup himself? Saddam’s solution was not original: appoint a relative. Make sure the appointee is a coward so he would not dream of mounting a coup. Just in case he is tougher than you might think, choose someone stupid so he cannot mount a successful coup and is too stupid to recognize someone else’s good ideas for a coup."
I see this happening in corporate life as well; when an insecure though seemingly smart head has an amazingly dumb guy as his side kick. Many times this amazingly dumb guy is a guy from his same caste and village. Thick caste / language loyalties substitute blood loyalties as the latter can be easily accused of nepotism.
Look around you. There are Saddam’s everywhere. One way to look at it his fate is - look at where Saddam is now, the other way is – look at how far he went.
manhood ki lalkaar
Taking from yesterday’s post, where I spoke aloud of my quest to be grey before I get bald… I was at the barber’s shop where he encountered white hair above my ears in plenty. He told me ‘saab, there is a lot of white hair inside’. “Great” I answered. I think that left him a little flummoxed and bereft of a hair dye client.
I hadn’t been shaving since the last ten days and hence I even had a beard with strands of white. I normally don’t like getting a shave outside but this I made an exception. The experience is rarely nice as they are used to really tough beards and they get a chance to butcher my skin which is still (happily) soft. I rarely get away from such butchering without a few red spots, that too after I tell him that shave only once. Otherwise they shave twice and get rid off the complete epidermis, exposing a lot of red spots. They might be trying their best to justify their price I guess. But shaving twice is an interesting habit that I see a lot of guys having, when I first took to shaving after my 10th exams, I too used to shave twice. In fact in college days, I shaved everyday and that too twice, with about 1/10th the beard that I have today. These days I shave just once and that too on alternate days. These days my laziness quotient is up to three days or even a week.
I remember around ten years back I had a shave at one of the various villages around Ahmedabad. It was a typical barber shop with a wooden rickety chair and a scruffian for a barber. He gave me a tough man’s shave. First they splash water, then apply the cream, works up a lather on your face with the bristles then give you a shave pulling and pinching your skin, then start again. After you are through with the shave, he splashes water, wipes it with a napkin (ugh), then applies alum all over the face, then wipes that off (same napkin), then takes a bottle with vile green liquid (warned poison with a death skull) and splashes it on his hand onto your face. Whew, its only an after shave. But then that’s not all. He takes an afghan snow look-alike bottle and takes some in his hand and gives you a face massage. All this is happening with his very rough hands. Why would anyone want to be subjected to this? And yes if anyone wants to know… I did tip him (I think).
Yesterday I got away with three red spots and some burning sensation. But its worth testing your manhood once a year I guess.
I hadn’t been shaving since the last ten days and hence I even had a beard with strands of white. I normally don’t like getting a shave outside but this I made an exception. The experience is rarely nice as they are used to really tough beards and they get a chance to butcher my skin which is still (happily) soft. I rarely get away from such butchering without a few red spots, that too after I tell him that shave only once. Otherwise they shave twice and get rid off the complete epidermis, exposing a lot of red spots. They might be trying their best to justify their price I guess. But shaving twice is an interesting habit that I see a lot of guys having, when I first took to shaving after my 10th exams, I too used to shave twice. In fact in college days, I shaved everyday and that too twice, with about 1/10th the beard that I have today. These days I shave just once and that too on alternate days. These days my laziness quotient is up to three days or even a week.
I remember around ten years back I had a shave at one of the various villages around Ahmedabad. It was a typical barber shop with a wooden rickety chair and a scruffian for a barber. He gave me a tough man’s shave. First they splash water, then apply the cream, works up a lather on your face with the bristles then give you a shave pulling and pinching your skin, then start again. After you are through with the shave, he splashes water, wipes it with a napkin (ugh), then applies alum all over the face, then wipes that off (same napkin), then takes a bottle with vile green liquid (warned poison with a death skull) and splashes it on his hand onto your face. Whew, its only an after shave. But then that’s not all. He takes an afghan snow look-alike bottle and takes some in his hand and gives you a face massage. All this is happening with his very rough hands. Why would anyone want to be subjected to this? And yes if anyone wants to know… I did tip him (I think).
Yesterday I got away with three red spots and some burning sensation. But its worth testing your manhood once a year I guess.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
father of the bride
Two days and two functions to attend. One was a simple marriage ceremony of a simple colleague which was in a simple hall with minimal fuss and décor. The other was a massive celebration of the fact that a friend’s kid (friend’s brothers actually) completed five years and hence was able to finally shave his hair! Yeah yeah. The latter was an elaborate affair with three separate functions, all done in the splendour of an elaborate ceremony. What on earth? I keep thinking that one day Jispa will grow up. I have tried to keep aside some money for her for her education but have no money set aside for her marriage. It’s a complete waste. Jasmine and I are in a way quite ‘practicallists’ who don’t understand the value of splendour. We are the cheapo who have not celebrated her first birthday. Our reasoning being she was too small to figure anything. In all these functions the baby is inevitably harassed by the lights, the attention and the noise.
On all her birthdays we take Jispa and some of her key friends for a fun outing and ensure that the occasion is celebrated in a small but hopefully meaningful way. Jasmine has also struck a deal with Jispa that she will celebrate her 10th birthday in any way she chooses.
So when she grows up I am planning to oppose every prospective groom that comes our way. This way she will be forced to elope and then I could forgive all and call them back. Imagine the money we would save in the bargain. And the pain… has anyone seen the movie ‘father of the bride’, I might just fit the archetype. Only one issue – I have to figure out a way to go white before I go bald.
On all her birthdays we take Jispa and some of her key friends for a fun outing and ensure that the occasion is celebrated in a small but hopefully meaningful way. Jasmine has also struck a deal with Jispa that she will celebrate her 10th birthday in any way she chooses.
So when she grows up I am planning to oppose every prospective groom that comes our way. This way she will be forced to elope and then I could forgive all and call them back. Imagine the money we would save in the bargain. And the pain… has anyone seen the movie ‘father of the bride’, I might just fit the archetype. Only one issue – I have to figure out a way to go white before I go bald.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
superman in action
Stop press: we have photos of the spider game we played.
Here is the basic game. You can see the net and that you have to pass people through the net without touching the net itself. This is the most popular way to do it. And once on the other side you cannot come back to this side, hence in the end there will be one man standing.
So either an easy hole gets left behind or you resort to superman…. the guy with the hat is the trainer looking in disbelief.
Here is the basic game. You can see the net and that you have to pass people through the net without touching the net itself. This is the most popular way to do it. And once on the other side you cannot come back to this side, hence in the end there will be one man standing.
So either an easy hole gets left behind or you resort to superman…. the guy with the hat is the trainer looking in disbelief.
Sense and sensibility
One of the things I hear these days is the radio commercial where Red FM plays in support of the mid day meal scheme. Basically the scheme gives school going children one full meal a day. Now if memory strikes me right, when MGR introduced this scheme in Tamil Nadu it was dismissed as a fancy publicity stunt by a flamboyant politician. But the results put some of the staunchest critics to shame. I quote from the hindu business line…
“…brought to mind a visit my colleague and I had made many years ago — 1980 to be specific — to Chingleput district, near Chennai. We made a round of visits to schools in villages run in sheds or under a tree to make a study of the Midday Meal scheme launched by the then Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu M.G. Ramachandran. Of course, the learned scoffed at the idea and the newspapers had dismissed it as a populist stunt. The Indian Express, Madras, decided to have a field survey before drawing conclusions. My colleague from the reporting team was just a year old in the profession, and was very enthusiastic about doing the assignment given to us by none less than the Resident Editor himself. We spent the next two days visiting several village schools and spent a lot of time talking to the children, the teachers and parents about this scheme. Slowly, the negative thoughts of the scheme we nursed gave way to a positive outlook. True, the cooking could have been more hygienic, the quality of the grains used better, the plates in which they were served cleaner... . but the villages were happy that their children were getting a much-needed meal. They were happier still at the thought of the kids showing eagerness at long last to attend school!
It is difficult for us, the city folk, to imagine what a morsel of food means to these children. Or to their parents, small farmers or farm labourers, who toil in the fields from morning to evening, having hardly any time to take care of the children. To cook a meal or finding food means a lot of hardship.
But entered the mid-day meal scheme and suddenly the three `Rs' of education assumed significance and the school suddenly became a place the child looked forward to each morning.” read full article here
This taught me not to dismiss politics and policy with a sleight. But understand the potential value within each. It also helps me not completely dismiss the now in vogue NREGA.
But that is not the point I want to make. I was at the radio commercial on the channel which has rightly partnered with the cause. The voice over is of a child who talks about the mid day meal scheme and the fact that he gets to go to school thanks to the scheme. It was fine and ok (though personally I did not like it) till it got to the last line where the kid urges you to support the scheme for some paltry sum of rupees. That would keep him in school. … Read it again… support the scheme for X rupees a month and I can eat well and stay in school…. Read it again… didn’t that amount to begging? Since when did we teach our kids to beg? Sure the scheme is good and the heart is in the right place but you can get the kid in question to beg on air. What message does it send? Beg for your food, beg for your school. I wouldn’t want any kid in the world to beg. Even for a schooling? I wish they had some RJ voice over in the end doing the begging instead. They talk a lot of rubbish in any case.
“…brought to mind a visit my colleague and I had made many years ago — 1980 to be specific — to Chingleput district, near Chennai. We made a round of visits to schools in villages run in sheds or under a tree to make a study of the Midday Meal scheme launched by the then Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu M.G. Ramachandran. Of course, the learned scoffed at the idea and the newspapers had dismissed it as a populist stunt. The Indian Express, Madras, decided to have a field survey before drawing conclusions. My colleague from the reporting team was just a year old in the profession, and was very enthusiastic about doing the assignment given to us by none less than the Resident Editor himself. We spent the next two days visiting several village schools and spent a lot of time talking to the children, the teachers and parents about this scheme. Slowly, the negative thoughts of the scheme we nursed gave way to a positive outlook. True, the cooking could have been more hygienic, the quality of the grains used better, the plates in which they were served cleaner... . but the villages were happy that their children were getting a much-needed meal. They were happier still at the thought of the kids showing eagerness at long last to attend school!
It is difficult for us, the city folk, to imagine what a morsel of food means to these children. Or to their parents, small farmers or farm labourers, who toil in the fields from morning to evening, having hardly any time to take care of the children. To cook a meal or finding food means a lot of hardship.
But entered the mid-day meal scheme and suddenly the three `Rs' of education assumed significance and the school suddenly became a place the child looked forward to each morning.” read full article here
This taught me not to dismiss politics and policy with a sleight. But understand the potential value within each. It also helps me not completely dismiss the now in vogue NREGA.
But that is not the point I want to make. I was at the radio commercial on the channel which has rightly partnered with the cause. The voice over is of a child who talks about the mid day meal scheme and the fact that he gets to go to school thanks to the scheme. It was fine and ok (though personally I did not like it) till it got to the last line where the kid urges you to support the scheme for some paltry sum of rupees. That would keep him in school. … Read it again… support the scheme for X rupees a month and I can eat well and stay in school…. Read it again… didn’t that amount to begging? Since when did we teach our kids to beg? Sure the scheme is good and the heart is in the right place but you can get the kid in question to beg on air. What message does it send? Beg for your food, beg for your school. I wouldn’t want any kid in the world to beg. Even for a schooling? I wish they had some RJ voice over in the end doing the begging instead. They talk a lot of rubbish in any case.
Inspirational irreverence
v-inu wouldn’t care two hoots about commenting directly on blog but is a regular reader. He reads almost everything but gets tuned off when I chatter philosophically or moralistically or any other callys.
Here is a video he sent for Jispa
The lyrics are as under
An Effervescing Elephant
with tiny eyes and great big trunk
once whispered to the tiny ear
the ear of one inferior
that by next June he'd die, oh yeah!
because the tiger would roam.
The little one said: "Oh my goodness I must stay at home!
and every time I hear a growl
I'll know the tiger's on the prowl
and I'll be really safe, you know
the elephant he told me so."
Everyone was nervy, oh yeah!
and the message was spread
to zebra, mongoose, and the dirty hippopotamus who wallowed in the mud and chewed his spicy hippo-plankton food and tended to ignore the word preferring to survey a herd of stupid water bison, oh yeah!
And all the jungle took fright,
and ran around for all the day and the night but all in vain, because, you see, the tiger came and said: "Who me?!
You know, I wouldn't hurt not one of you.
I'd much prefer something to chew
and you're all to scant." oh yeah!
He ate the Elephant
He also writes that “This is by Syd Barrett - one of the founders of Pink Floyd. Teachers wouldn't exactly prefer him as a role model for a kid.”
Well I guess so, but she can take all the inspiration she can get.
PS: she seems to be doing well with Lester for the elocution competition but I guess its not as funny as the original Crocodile's toothache. This one has a limited set of emotions and does not allow for sharp contrasts. Am I making sense? Atleast to me ... I think.
Here is a video he sent for Jispa
The lyrics are as under
An Effervescing Elephant
with tiny eyes and great big trunk
once whispered to the tiny ear
the ear of one inferior
that by next June he'd die, oh yeah!
because the tiger would roam.
The little one said: "Oh my goodness I must stay at home!
and every time I hear a growl
I'll know the tiger's on the prowl
and I'll be really safe, you know
the elephant he told me so."
Everyone was nervy, oh yeah!
and the message was spread
to zebra, mongoose, and the dirty hippopotamus who wallowed in the mud and chewed his spicy hippo-plankton food and tended to ignore the word preferring to survey a herd of stupid water bison, oh yeah!
And all the jungle took fright,
and ran around for all the day and the night but all in vain, because, you see, the tiger came and said: "Who me?!
You know, I wouldn't hurt not one of you.
I'd much prefer something to chew
and you're all to scant." oh yeah!
He ate the Elephant
He also writes that “This is by Syd Barrett - one of the founders of Pink Floyd. Teachers wouldn't exactly prefer him as a role model for a kid.”
Well I guess so, but she can take all the inspiration she can get.
PS: she seems to be doing well with Lester for the elocution competition but I guess its not as funny as the original Crocodile's toothache. This one has a limited set of emotions and does not allow for sharp contrasts. Am I making sense? Atleast to me ... I think.
While we are on the topic, I would rate the above equally inspirational for Jispa as this link here http://www.ted.com/talks/pranav_mistry_the_thrilling_potential_of_sixthsense_technology.html
Monday, November 16, 2009
superman in spider shadow
Just went for another training program over the weekend. This time it was an outbound training program. I don’t what the objectives were but it sure is better than being cooped up in a conference room with no light coming in, both from the sun and the speaker. Out in the open one can be assured of at least one source.
The games were good but the debriefs were quite pathetic. One should have short focussed group with clear objective based discussions; that would take the group forward. But the highlight for me was that while being amongst the oldest I managed to attack all the activities with some of the highest levels of enthusiasm and gusto. Yes that itself is no indicator of performance, only an indicator of intent but, I was the top performer in almost every activity. As I was explaining to someone, these games are tailor made for me. I have some higher than average sense of visual reasoning and most of the problems are typically that. So while others would argue I would see the solution in an instant. But sometimes I wonder why the others don’t really get it so fast. It is not that difficult. The gap cannot be that high. Am I dumb to be surrounded by dimwits or it’s a case of people being different from me. I dunno, but at least my benchmarks on all these activities were not those around but others who I consider top class in their fields.
One of the greatest moments for me was an ego boosting one. We played a game which is called the spider web (I think). Basically each team of about 12 is taken to what looks like a set up badminton net. The net is made up of rope tied around in a way that it has many holes of various sizes extending till about a foot from the ground. The team has to cross over to the other side through the net without touching it. Each hole can be used only once. The first guy takes the easy hole and then helps collect the people that we pass on horizontally over to the other side. Soon the easy ones gets taken and the light ones pass over. With some difficulty more pass. As we were passing more and more people over I was one the last one left. The only possible hole was one that was about 2 feet wide and two and half foot tall. It was around five feet from the ground. What to do. In a rush of blood I went back, ran hard and jumped… right through the hole like superman. I landed softly on the other side with my palms breaking the fall. I had done it. There… easy a pie (this is a mixed up phrase, no?) After the team went ecstatic I realised what I had done. The trainer said that this is the first time he had seen something like this. He made everyone clap for me etc etc… Everybody was talking about it for a long time. Those who missed it, regreted it and told me as such. Even they were animatedly talking about the jump as if it happened before their very eyes. I truly realised what I had done the next day, when one of the staff who worked at the site came up to me to ask “sir, have you done commando training anywhere?” “err.. no… why?” “the way you jumped over the web. We thought you had done something like that so I wanted to join such a course”. .. WTF, I am now a freak stunt man. I told him that “it just happened and there was no way I was trying something like that again. Just be fit and agile and you will be able to do it as well” Testosterone is a stupid thing. It clouds your better judgement. Imagine one leg getting stuck in the net and you could be left dangling like a bat caught in a spider’s web. It looked good because it was pulled off else it would be pretty dumb thing to do. Kids – don’t try this at home. It was performed by an experienced dumb ass. It was just his lucky day.
The games were good but the debriefs were quite pathetic. One should have short focussed group with clear objective based discussions; that would take the group forward. But the highlight for me was that while being amongst the oldest I managed to attack all the activities with some of the highest levels of enthusiasm and gusto. Yes that itself is no indicator of performance, only an indicator of intent but, I was the top performer in almost every activity. As I was explaining to someone, these games are tailor made for me. I have some higher than average sense of visual reasoning and most of the problems are typically that. So while others would argue I would see the solution in an instant. But sometimes I wonder why the others don’t really get it so fast. It is not that difficult. The gap cannot be that high. Am I dumb to be surrounded by dimwits or it’s a case of people being different from me. I dunno, but at least my benchmarks on all these activities were not those around but others who I consider top class in their fields.
One of the greatest moments for me was an ego boosting one. We played a game which is called the spider web (I think). Basically each team of about 12 is taken to what looks like a set up badminton net. The net is made up of rope tied around in a way that it has many holes of various sizes extending till about a foot from the ground. The team has to cross over to the other side through the net without touching it. Each hole can be used only once. The first guy takes the easy hole and then helps collect the people that we pass on horizontally over to the other side. Soon the easy ones gets taken and the light ones pass over. With some difficulty more pass. As we were passing more and more people over I was one the last one left. The only possible hole was one that was about 2 feet wide and two and half foot tall. It was around five feet from the ground. What to do. In a rush of blood I went back, ran hard and jumped… right through the hole like superman. I landed softly on the other side with my palms breaking the fall. I had done it. There… easy a pie (this is a mixed up phrase, no?) After the team went ecstatic I realised what I had done. The trainer said that this is the first time he had seen something like this. He made everyone clap for me etc etc… Everybody was talking about it for a long time. Those who missed it, regreted it and told me as such. Even they were animatedly talking about the jump as if it happened before their very eyes. I truly realised what I had done the next day, when one of the staff who worked at the site came up to me to ask “sir, have you done commando training anywhere?” “err.. no… why?” “the way you jumped over the web. We thought you had done something like that so I wanted to join such a course”. .. WTF, I am now a freak stunt man. I told him that “it just happened and there was no way I was trying something like that again. Just be fit and agile and you will be able to do it as well” Testosterone is a stupid thing. It clouds your better judgement. Imagine one leg getting stuck in the net and you could be left dangling like a bat caught in a spider’s web. It looked good because it was pulled off else it would be pretty dumb thing to do. Kids – don’t try this at home. It was performed by an experienced dumb ass. It was just his lucky day.
Friday, November 13, 2009
the big boss
This is really funny. It couldn’t wait. While getting bored in office I did a random google ego search on my name. One of the links that popped up was a Businessweek site. Yup the official Businessweek site. Not just was I listed there but I was listed as amongst the key executives of the firm. What a laugh. Everyone I showed it to spontaneously burst out laughing. It is hilarious.
Here look at it. The screen shots as below. On the second shot you will see the names of the executive directors who are like my boss’s bosses. It is so funny.
I am thinking of framing this.
Here look at it. The screen shots as below. On the second shot you will see the names of the executive directors who are like my boss’s bosses. It is so funny.
I am thinking of framing this.
lottery ke bazaar mein
I am livid. Price of three tickets for a late night show – Rs. 540. Cost of two pop corns – Rs. 140. Price of a soup and rice ordered to our seat – rs. 220. Total cost of movie value – rs. 900. not including opportunity cost of sleeping/ watching other movie/ reading… etc.
The returns – absolutely ugly. Movie in question – ajab prem ki gajab kahani. What a yar(w)n. The old lot of directors should just retire. Old jokes, ugly locations, bad camera work, jumpy editing, horrible acting, clichéd dialogues, crotch crushing, electrocuting, bumpkin behaving…. This movie had it all.
I was telling Jasmine that at my age (34) I am not going for any bollies (bollywood movies) directed by anyone older than myself.
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Its that time of the year again. People clamouring for admissions to Jispa’s school. Since we are amongst the elite (lottery winners) who already have admission we get into consulting mode on how to crack the lottery. Which numbers to buy and which to avoid. Which shop must you buy the lottery from, which time of the day we bought it etc etc… they have a session where a question is asked of the parents, the answer to which they pen down. I was on high alert these two days. I warned my wife against telling anyone that I helped some close ones in answering these forms. The stress that is built up is amazing. I can’t handle this anymore. The pressure on choosing the right lottery ticket to buy is amazing. One would need to conjure up all the luck in the world every single time.
It was good that we had no clue it was such a big deal when we had to go through it. We went through it like a breeze. Not knowing the implications of rejection is the best defence against rejection itself. Fun is so important an attribute for success.
The returns – absolutely ugly. Movie in question – ajab prem ki gajab kahani. What a yar(w)n. The old lot of directors should just retire. Old jokes, ugly locations, bad camera work, jumpy editing, horrible acting, clichéd dialogues, crotch crushing, electrocuting, bumpkin behaving…. This movie had it all.
I was telling Jasmine that at my age (34) I am not going for any bollies (bollywood movies) directed by anyone older than myself.
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Its that time of the year again. People clamouring for admissions to Jispa’s school. Since we are amongst the elite (lottery winners) who already have admission we get into consulting mode on how to crack the lottery. Which numbers to buy and which to avoid. Which shop must you buy the lottery from, which time of the day we bought it etc etc… they have a session where a question is asked of the parents, the answer to which they pen down. I was on high alert these two days. I warned my wife against telling anyone that I helped some close ones in answering these forms. The stress that is built up is amazing. I can’t handle this anymore. The pressure on choosing the right lottery ticket to buy is amazing. One would need to conjure up all the luck in the world every single time.
It was good that we had no clue it was such a big deal when we had to go through it. We went through it like a breeze. Not knowing the implications of rejection is the best defence against rejection itself. Fun is so important an attribute for success.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
this is it
I have had this theory for sometime. People generally identify and stay with the music they grew up to with the tastes and style preference getting stuck from their teens. I don’t think post 22 you can really change your preferences. I think this is true for most of us. I have used this to great effect when we had bands playing at some of our client meets. I used to instruct the bands to play the right era as the right boss walks in. As long as the boss likes the song, so will the audience.
I forgot this simple rule while I went for this concert movie. Suddenly all the MJ hits came at me as a blast from the past. I found my feet tapping and the emotions running. Absolutely awesome. Black or White, thriller, heal the world…. A lot of this was the music my elder brother and sister used to listen to. In the older ear of one two in the in the house, I would get no time for my music. Hence the concept of my music did not develop. I just heard and graduated from my sister’s music – pop to my brother’s music which moved from pop to rock to hard rock. Hence there is no rap in my emotional arsenal.
Now while I would have not have touched Michael while in college, I had outgrown him, (more like out ‘cooled’ him); I found my self loving his music and his style… as I write this piece, I am listening to some of his best songs. This paragraph started with the guitar start piece of black or white and my heart just jumped a few notches in beat speed. The awesome dance moves with the crotch movement… oooo…aawww… grunts through out the song.
Thriller in 1982 was all that was west and all that could not be had in India. You could only have smuggled cassettes of Thriller and the thriller video was watched only by the priledged few. Many years later I remember watching the black or white video as it released world wide for the first time on a classy program called “the world this week’ on doordarshan. That was the first program that allowed India to see world news and video clippings. Thank you Prannoy Roy. He did comment on the irony of the lyrics while the video featured a considerably whitened MJ. I remember the video being the talk of the town in being the first time computer graphics were used in this manner. It dazzled the world and definitely my neighbourhood cricket club. We spoke about it in awe for a long time later on this. Besides the awesome graphics the big India highlight was MJ dancing next to a bharat natyam dancer. It was one of the first real India shiny place in the world. Haha. India believed it had arrived. So what if we have poverty and starvation, we have culture and see... see… even the west is now beginning to acknowledge.
Also while he dances with the Indian there are polluting factories in the back ground. Do I have to read too much into it?
B&W video here
you too can win
Here are some photos of the training program that best elucidate the principles behind our success.
While the strategic direction was missing, the inspiration was out of the window. While he learnt to use his new SLR, he accidentally shot a nice pic. He was trying to get the brown statues behind. Where are the statues? I told you its an accidental pic. But you don’t argue with genius do you. It IS a nic pic.
The lounge set up. While other teams had an official looking room, complete with tables and chairs as their war room, we had a lounge set up in ours. This contributed significantly to the fun element and the relaxed atmosphere. Learnings to take to office - Please tear out the tables and the tight arse chairs from all conference rooms.
This is a pictoral representation of our philosophy – you too can win. It means everyone in the board room is right and that anyone is equally capable of outstanding thought. Did you get it from the picture. Fret not. I didnt either.
Deep. Really deep strategic thought.
Me trying to draw conclusions (sad pun intended). When you can’t think without a marker and a board, then you have officially broken into top management.
This one team member is trying hard to keep her strategic direction right while the PJ’s flow.
If you make the official court jester laugh, you better be funny; or really really sad.
This was supposed to be a funny pic for a group photo. Someone said be funny, so I decided to give some uptight ones a ‘push’. Another sad pun intended.
But on a serious note, this training program taught me the value of laughter (a sad attempt at another figure of speech – this time The Paradox). Thank you dude. I dont think the others really caught on to our secret. even after telling them, and presenting it as such.
Monday, November 09, 2009
training your sights on....
Training programs are like books. Even the worst ones will teach you something. I just came back from one marketing modelling one. The prof was an ex Unilevers guy with a strong theoretical base in research. His research bit was good but his marketing bit was a quite a let down. Anyone who gives examples from a Kotler marketing text book that is at least 15 years old is an issue. I wonder why people refuse to acknowledge that the world has moved on and upgrade themselves accordingly. It would have also helped to have stuck to core subjects in which you have obvious expertise. You are not teaching kids. Some of us are practioners with ten years of hard core experience.
But not all hope was lost. We had some really funny guys coming from MTV. That was some redemption. We had a character called Shantanu who is much smarter than he would like to admit. While it would kill him to admit as much he did get some of the stuff faster than others in the room. Add to that an outstandingly irreverent sense of humour, the three days went off far better than most training I have been to.
Of course it did help that he and me were in the same team trying to blast the others in the marketing game.
One realisation that has dawned upon me in recent years is that one need not be ready to win at all times. Relax and have fun while you are at it. Our team was the funniest of all. We were also the simplest of all. We did not do too much excel analysis, we had no issues with dissension and we had no arguments on way forward. I think the fact that we allowed for every one to have an opinion and the freedom to implement it was what worked. Whenever someone had a strong view we ensured that we did not go ahead till he was convinced on the decision we took or we took his word forward. We had some teams voting and some teams fighting and some teams pointing fingers, while we laughed like crazy with no such pointing contests. We had inherited in the game a bloated sales force which we did not trim as we had a parsi in the team who thought its not nice to fire. We agreed on a pricing strategy and closed conversation because the lights flickered. What’s that got to do with pricing? Nothing by itself and everything if you believe it was the message of god. When numbers came for every period, the only real thing I saw was sales and most importantly closing stock. If that’s good then you are doing a fine job. We quickly realised that there are four distinct segments and that there should be four distinct positions. Once we got that going, we didn’t change a dam thing.
The thing to learn in real life is that it’s really not so complicated. Look at a few figures you can understand and those that are fundamentally important. Rest will follow. It pains me to see so many people paralysed by analysis.
We were open about our serendipity at the post games presentations and I hope the others figured out that it’s not really that complicated. Like I was telling a younger contestant - most of the time you probably know the answer when you first have a look at the data, but when you anlayse it too much, think of creative methods, etc etc… you probably miss the wood for the trees.
Marketing or even strategic decisions are often common sense. A simple analysis should show you the broad direction, and a thumb rule might be that if it takes too much to understand then it is just that – too much to understand.
Another thing that comes with age is that you get to go for more and more places where you are the average spoiler. It is great fun to see what makes them tick and what works and does not for them. Meeting young minds is as important as meeting older ones. One tells you what was, the other, what will.
A case of opposites reconciling?
like I was telling the HR - the training was good, but for the wrong objectives.
But not all hope was lost. We had some really funny guys coming from MTV. That was some redemption. We had a character called Shantanu who is much smarter than he would like to admit. While it would kill him to admit as much he did get some of the stuff faster than others in the room. Add to that an outstandingly irreverent sense of humour, the three days went off far better than most training I have been to.
Of course it did help that he and me were in the same team trying to blast the others in the marketing game.
One realisation that has dawned upon me in recent years is that one need not be ready to win at all times. Relax and have fun while you are at it. Our team was the funniest of all. We were also the simplest of all. We did not do too much excel analysis, we had no issues with dissension and we had no arguments on way forward. I think the fact that we allowed for every one to have an opinion and the freedom to implement it was what worked. Whenever someone had a strong view we ensured that we did not go ahead till he was convinced on the decision we took or we took his word forward. We had some teams voting and some teams fighting and some teams pointing fingers, while we laughed like crazy with no such pointing contests. We had inherited in the game a bloated sales force which we did not trim as we had a parsi in the team who thought its not nice to fire. We agreed on a pricing strategy and closed conversation because the lights flickered. What’s that got to do with pricing? Nothing by itself and everything if you believe it was the message of god. When numbers came for every period, the only real thing I saw was sales and most importantly closing stock. If that’s good then you are doing a fine job. We quickly realised that there are four distinct segments and that there should be four distinct positions. Once we got that going, we didn’t change a dam thing.
The thing to learn in real life is that it’s really not so complicated. Look at a few figures you can understand and those that are fundamentally important. Rest will follow. It pains me to see so many people paralysed by analysis.
We were open about our serendipity at the post games presentations and I hope the others figured out that it’s not really that complicated. Like I was telling a younger contestant - most of the time you probably know the answer when you first have a look at the data, but when you anlayse it too much, think of creative methods, etc etc… you probably miss the wood for the trees.
Marketing or even strategic decisions are often common sense. A simple analysis should show you the broad direction, and a thumb rule might be that if it takes too much to understand then it is just that – too much to understand.
Another thing that comes with age is that you get to go for more and more places where you are the average spoiler. It is great fun to see what makes them tick and what works and does not for them. Meeting young minds is as important as meeting older ones. One tells you what was, the other, what will.
A case of opposites reconciling?
like I was telling the HR - the training was good, but for the wrong objectives.
and ya... did i tell you. we outsold everyone and got some huge brand shares and remained highly profitable. Trainers dont like to declare winners, but I reckon we won.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
writers blog?
Getting a writers block for blog? Well it’s ok… I am not calling myself a writer but I can’t help it if I am suffering from a writers block. What to do… block hai toh hai.
Tomorrow I am off for a training session on marketing to lonavala’s northpoint. I am not a big fan of training sessions. They are normally quite boring and don’t really offer too much. Add to that my ego and arrogance of working for the world’s best marketing brain – Dharen Chadha. So it’s going to take some doing for me to be ‘trained’. Those this time around I am a bit excited. It is a marketing simulation program run on computers where one would be constantly at it doing something. So I guess it’s probably a good thing. I have always wanted to check out these games if they really do make sense and are not simply designed for failure. Some management games leave you with such a cheated feeling that one wonders the point of all these games. You don’t need to cheat people with unsolvable problems to give them a lesson.
And I sure hope we don’t have any of these really boring booze parties in the evening where everyone gets piss drunk trying to network with each other. On the subject of networking, I just remembered to take my visiting cards for the training program. I am definitely not taking my laptop and acting superbly busy. But I have my black berry to bury my snooty nose into if the conversation gets too boring. I could pretend to be checking mails while I am busy creating the highest score while breaking a ton of bricks. Creating and breaking in one sentence! Is that an example of creative destruction?
But I hope to be suitably impressed to be writing my blog from there. I have never blogged off location. The office time is too precious not to be blogging and the rest too precocious to be…
On that slightly witty note, by my standards at least… see ya in office on Monday.
The PS note: we had some of Jispa’s friends over on Sunday. They were being parked between two parties. It was such a fun thing to have a few kids over. I went wild with my friend’s camera that I had over the weekend (by a lark). It was 50 mm lens and it did take some time getting used to but here is one of Jispa’s photos I clicked and for some reason I so love it… I really do. For me it symbolizes what Jispa’s nature is. 
Tomorrow I am off for a training session on marketing to lonavala’s northpoint. I am not a big fan of training sessions. They are normally quite boring and don’t really offer too much. Add to that my ego and arrogance of working for the world’s best marketing brain – Dharen Chadha. So it’s going to take some doing for me to be ‘trained’. Those this time around I am a bit excited. It is a marketing simulation program run on computers where one would be constantly at it doing something. So I guess it’s probably a good thing. I have always wanted to check out these games if they really do make sense and are not simply designed for failure. Some management games leave you with such a cheated feeling that one wonders the point of all these games. You don’t need to cheat people with unsolvable problems to give them a lesson.
And I sure hope we don’t have any of these really boring booze parties in the evening where everyone gets piss drunk trying to network with each other. On the subject of networking, I just remembered to take my visiting cards for the training program. I am definitely not taking my laptop and acting superbly busy. But I have my black berry to bury my snooty nose into if the conversation gets too boring. I could pretend to be checking mails while I am busy creating the highest score while breaking a ton of bricks. Creating and breaking in one sentence! Is that an example of creative destruction?
But I hope to be suitably impressed to be writing my blog from there. I have never blogged off location. The office time is too precious not to be blogging and the rest too precocious to be…
On that slightly witty note, by my standards at least… see ya in office on Monday.
The PS note: we had some of Jispa’s friends over on Sunday. They were being parked between two parties. It was such a fun thing to have a few kids over. I went wild with my friend’s camera that I had over the weekend (by a lark). It was 50 mm lens and it did take some time getting used to but here is one of Jispa’s photos I clicked and for some reason I so love it… I really do. For me it symbolizes what Jispa’s nature is.
Friday, October 30, 2009
lif kara de
Today as I was leaving for a Microsoft conference I thought a bit on which t shirt I should wear. Today being a Friday I wasn’t going to wear formals, no matter what the bloody occasion. So I choose an appropriate red t shirt that said ‘unfakeable linux’. I didn’t get kicked out for sure. Thank you v-inu for the t-shirt. I got my two bits of hehe snigger value.
So as I was driving out of the complex, I saw a woman with a purse and slightly heavy looking bag, slightly distraught. .she seemed to be looking at taxi’s eagerly, but they all seemed to be full and there were none waiting. I passed her. Then stopped in front and then thought a bit. I said ‘what the heck’. I put the car in reverse and went back to her. She might have been in her late twenties. Overcoming my fear of rejection even while doing what is essentially a good Samaritan act I rolled down my windows (with automatic windows, you don’t really roll them down you just press a button on the side, but you get the drift… do you). So I rolled down the windows and shouted out… you want a lift outside till the taxis? She looked at me for a second and thought for another… “ya, sure, thanks”. It is a bit ackward for me I guess, but I really feel bad for people at Bhakti park (the colony where I live). The dam place is separated from the road via a small rivulet and there is only one bridge across it. The exit from that bridge is a good 110 meters from my house and around a 100 less from where I gave the lady a lift.
I asked her where she was going. She wanted to go to lower parel and since I was planning to go via dadar, so to avoid the crazy traffic on the western expressway, I offered to drop her off. But you know what, its always a little awkward for me. I give lift but I really don’t want to be seen making any conversation. So I don’t initiate any conversation. But these days women are changing, they are getting far more confident. They are ones initiating conversation and leading. It wasn’t so when I started college in 91, but the younger lot is far more at ease with themselves and life in general. I asked if she was from out of Mumbai. She was from Delhi. No wonder I told her. All the ones that look lost in the morning are from Delhi. I told her to take the bus. That would take her to dadar from right inside the colony. But it seems as she was Delhi she had a general aversion to the bus service, to which I told her that I would never ever worry if my wife or daughter would be using the BEST service. It is by and large, safe and honorable.
It so happened that she was friend of a colleague from office. When I spoke to the colleague, she was surprised that her friend accepted a lift from a total stranger. Come to think of it, ya… I was a total stranger but I guess the vibe is what people bet on or the fact that it’s pretty irritating to be stranded without a taxi early morning, forcing you to take silly risks. Whatever. But it is heartening to see more women confident and relaxed. Today at the conference venue also I cracked a joke with my comrade about the biscuits only to face a rejoinder by a woman I don’t know who was standing beside. That’s good.
So as I was driving out of the complex, I saw a woman with a purse and slightly heavy looking bag, slightly distraught. .she seemed to be looking at taxi’s eagerly, but they all seemed to be full and there were none waiting. I passed her. Then stopped in front and then thought a bit. I said ‘what the heck’. I put the car in reverse and went back to her. She might have been in her late twenties. Overcoming my fear of rejection even while doing what is essentially a good Samaritan act I rolled down my windows (with automatic windows, you don’t really roll them down you just press a button on the side, but you get the drift… do you). So I rolled down the windows and shouted out… you want a lift outside till the taxis? She looked at me for a second and thought for another… “ya, sure, thanks”. It is a bit ackward for me I guess, but I really feel bad for people at Bhakti park (the colony where I live). The dam place is separated from the road via a small rivulet and there is only one bridge across it. The exit from that bridge is a good 110 meters from my house and around a 100 less from where I gave the lady a lift.
I asked her where she was going. She wanted to go to lower parel and since I was planning to go via dadar, so to avoid the crazy traffic on the western expressway, I offered to drop her off. But you know what, its always a little awkward for me. I give lift but I really don’t want to be seen making any conversation. So I don’t initiate any conversation. But these days women are changing, they are getting far more confident. They are ones initiating conversation and leading. It wasn’t so when I started college in 91, but the younger lot is far more at ease with themselves and life in general. I asked if she was from out of Mumbai. She was from Delhi. No wonder I told her. All the ones that look lost in the morning are from Delhi. I told her to take the bus. That would take her to dadar from right inside the colony. But it seems as she was Delhi she had a general aversion to the bus service, to which I told her that I would never ever worry if my wife or daughter would be using the BEST service. It is by and large, safe and honorable.
It so happened that she was friend of a colleague from office. When I spoke to the colleague, she was surprised that her friend accepted a lift from a total stranger. Come to think of it, ya… I was a total stranger but I guess the vibe is what people bet on or the fact that it’s pretty irritating to be stranded without a taxi early morning, forcing you to take silly risks. Whatever. But it is heartening to see more women confident and relaxed. Today at the conference venue also I cracked a joke with my comrade about the biscuits only to face a rejoinder by a woman I don’t know who was standing beside. That’s good.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
ab tu chilla ke dikha... chilla....
There… I have my office desk all set up for blasting the dam music. I was inspired by this ted talk by Julian Treasure on how sounds affect us all, especially in office productivity.
Nah. actually the answer is elsewhere. We had this huge set of Logitech speakers at home to connect to the laptop so that we can watch movies / CD’s. It was quite a pain, large unwieldy things with multiple wires getting entangled all the time. Two speakers with some sub woofer boofer something. A real irritant. they look nice and sexy in the photos here but they must show all the wiring in the photo as well. no one will buy it then.
Nah. actually the answer is elsewhere. We had this huge set of Logitech speakers at home to connect to the laptop so that we can watch movies / CD’s. It was quite a pain, large unwieldy things with multiple wires getting entangled all the time. Two speakers with some sub woofer boofer something. A real irritant. they look nice and sexy in the photos here but they must show all the wiring in the photo as well. no one will buy it then.
Then we came across these really tiny speakers (x minimax) that could be connected to the laptop. They had inbuilt batteries that could be charged and hence no constant electric connection as well. Hence the big ones have no where to go but office. they each must no more than 2 or 2 and a half inches tall.
So now I have this huge ugly (but nice and clear) speakers set up in office. I also sit in an unusually noisy section in the office with one particular lady who handles 3 peons. She keeps shouting at them. In fact she keeps shouting at the four poor junior reportees she has. She reminds me of the Egyptian pharaohs whipping their slaves into building the pyramids. She is like one hunterwaali all the time. Add to that a screeching voice. It all makes for a noisy atmosphere.
Don’t get me wrong, I am all for a noisy fun filled office. Go ahead shout loudly, crack jokes, play music, but… if one goes on as a nag all the time then it does create some issues.
That’s what I also try to avoid whiling reprimanding someone. Use voice to get effect but use it sparingly. Even if I scream at Jispa. It will be one loud short scream, then your tone must go down, you must talk less, you must communicate exactly what you want in soft measured tones. Being a constant machine gun is a nuisance for all.
So now I am all set for war. Loud noise will be greeted by louder soothing sound. I have to somewhere get the chants that play in every music shop in Rishikesh. The beautiful soothing chants (dev prema – I think) playing along the Ganges while you are sipping hot lemon mint tea at devraj coffee corner while flipping through your William Dalrymple “city of djinns”; with the Lonely planet at your side; over looking the bustle at Laxman jhulla.
A ha… kya vichar hai aapke… prabhuji.. aap dhanya ho. Nahin nahin…App Dhaniya ho..
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
who's on your right?
I came across the pamphlet in the newspapers of a certain ten day international Islamic conference and exhibition, for understanding Islam and Global unity. I read that the conference focus is to create better awareness and understanding of Islam and remove misconceptions and false fear and hate against it, followed by more lofty and world peace missions. Surely noble and relevant goals.
Fair I thought. But what caught my eye was not the mission but the organizational features of the conference.
I quote “largest … in terms of grandeur, excellence”, “Grand main stage: 12,000 sq ft huge with state of the art intelligent lighting and props, modified everyday over 10 days for a fresh look and feel’, “professional Tv recording… with ….blah blah blah … and other state of the art equipment
“Setting new records for size of stage, maximum number of camera used for recording, state of the art equipment, largest temporary AC auditorium, etc.”
I have nothing against the guy or his cause or his devotees, but it does make me think…
In advertising you generally devote more copy and ad space to what is important for your target audience or the CEO’s ego. I have seen enough to see that both exist. Case in point “XYZ biscuits now with attractive new packaging”. What have I got to do with packaging. Wouldn’t I put an emphasis on content as long as it is well communicated? That’s all. Do I care if TV covers the event with gazillion gadgets or not. I do concede that I and AC auditorium with adequate seating and a children play area are definitely good thoughts for audience comfort. but records for largest whatever is .......
A jain guru takes offsites abroad, hindu baba has a satsang in a cruise, some set up centers of meditation, one lady gives lipsticks as ‘prasad’, the list goes on… its fun to see the incentives offered for the downs.
I have a general skepticism (healthy I hope) with the rise of right wingers in any form. More and more of them are getting in our lives using new technology, razzle dazzle, new media and top class packaging. They speak the language that common man can understand. Wasn’t that one of the strong points for the spread of Buddhism and Jainism as well?
A new breed of them are emerging as we search for meaning and content in our lives. They preach their wares and create new cults building on old. Some scare some hold out hope, some promise…
Sometimes I want to go myself and see, what in the name of heavens is going on?
Fair I thought. But what caught my eye was not the mission but the organizational features of the conference.
I quote “largest … in terms of grandeur, excellence”, “Grand main stage: 12,000 sq ft huge with state of the art intelligent lighting and props, modified everyday over 10 days for a fresh look and feel’, “professional Tv recording… with ….blah blah blah … and other state of the art equipment
“Setting new records for size of stage, maximum number of camera used for recording, state of the art equipment, largest temporary AC auditorium, etc.”
I have nothing against the guy or his cause or his devotees, but it does make me think…
In advertising you generally devote more copy and ad space to what is important for your target audience or the CEO’s ego. I have seen enough to see that both exist. Case in point “XYZ biscuits now with attractive new packaging”. What have I got to do with packaging. Wouldn’t I put an emphasis on content as long as it is well communicated? That’s all. Do I care if TV covers the event with gazillion gadgets or not. I do concede that I and AC auditorium with adequate seating and a children play area are definitely good thoughts for audience comfort. but records for largest whatever is .......
A jain guru takes offsites abroad, hindu baba has a satsang in a cruise, some set up centers of meditation, one lady gives lipsticks as ‘prasad’, the list goes on… its fun to see the incentives offered for the downs.
I have a general skepticism (healthy I hope) with the rise of right wingers in any form. More and more of them are getting in our lives using new technology, razzle dazzle, new media and top class packaging. They speak the language that common man can understand. Wasn’t that one of the strong points for the spread of Buddhism and Jainism as well?
A new breed of them are emerging as we search for meaning and content in our lives. They preach their wares and create new cults building on old. Some scare some hold out hope, some promise…
Sometimes I want to go myself and see, what in the name of heavens is going on?
Friday, October 23, 2009
infallibility
There is a guy in my office. Ok there are lots of guys in my office but I am talking about this hungry one. ok… there are a lot of guys in my office and they are all equally hungry. This one likes free food like crazy. Ok… I have lots of guys in my office who are all hungry for free food… ok ok….free anything…
So one of them normally lands up on my table waiting to feast on the dark chocolates. I cured him of his transgressions for good this time around.
I knew he was coming in to meet me. So took my brahmastra (read: infallible weapon) and kept it in my hand. As soon as he saw it, he asked for it, I gave it but warned him. He still ate it. he just chomped on the whole bite.. He looked normal at first. I asked him if it was ok. Ya3sure, he replied. Then from normal he started to look macho… I can take it; he seemed to be saying to him self. Then from macho he put on his brave face… and then finally … HE GAVE UP.. aaaghhh… what the hell is this. I need water, water. GIVE ME SOME WATER. I told him that I had warned him… I was safe from that gag.
There, he was cured. He will think twice before he asks for something. Good fun nah…
Oh. You want to know what I gave him. Well he always liked bitter chocolates, so I got him to have the 99% bitter chocolate. (earlier post) He even saw the Lindt emboss on it before eating it and must have mentally salivated before the sensory overload.
So one of them normally lands up on my table waiting to feast on the dark chocolates. I cured him of his transgressions for good this time around.
I knew he was coming in to meet me. So took my brahmastra (read: infallible weapon) and kept it in my hand. As soon as he saw it, he asked for it, I gave it but warned him. He still ate it. he just chomped on the whole bite.. He looked normal at first. I asked him if it was ok. Ya3sure, he replied. Then from normal he started to look macho… I can take it; he seemed to be saying to him self. Then from macho he put on his brave face… and then finally … HE GAVE UP.. aaaghhh… what the hell is this. I need water, water. GIVE ME SOME WATER. I told him that I had warned him… I was safe from that gag.
There, he was cured. He will think twice before he asks for something. Good fun nah…
Oh. You want to know what I gave him. Well he always liked bitter chocolates, so I got him to have the 99% bitter chocolate. (earlier post) He even saw the Lindt emboss on it before eating it and must have mentally salivated before the sensory overload.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
the mund avtaar
At our recent vacation to Kochi, one of the places we visited is the guruvaayur temple nearby. As we stared at the line we wondered whether to go in or not. Adding to the confusion was a rule that did not allow us to venture inside in shorts or pants. In fact there was a board outside that prohibited pants, lungis, shirts, baniyans inside the temple. Huh? I wondered if I had strayed by mistake into one of the infamous Goan beaches. We then figured that the rule applied to me. Nopes, I was not supposed to be nude as well. The malu populace defines lungis as the colorful ones. The white ones are called mund. So we bought two at 60 bucks each and tied it around our waist on top of our pants to go in. not that we are too religiously but Jispa was keen to go in. she is always keen and curious and game for anything.
At 60 bucks the mund is quite thin and almost transparent, as you can see in this photo. It’s a good thing that I had shorts inside else … also the shorts help in tucking the dam thing and helping it stay in place. Though a small challenge is to get your cell phone or your wallet which is in your shorts which are under the mund. You have to do without undressing your mund or look like you are going to flash.
This is the one with the t shirt on. The other photo without the tshirt is not uploaded as then this site can be reported for inappropriate content.
It is quite a nice temple inside with people pushing each other to get inside and get a glimpse of the hallowed one. its literally a glimpse with the view through a corridor of door and the closest you get is, my guess, 20 meters. The entrance to the main temple itself is a 3 feet by 5 feet door, with the line pushing to get in. I was letting people go in before me as I just couldn’t bear touching my bare torso with more similarly bare sweaty mallus, till I pushed by the ushers inside. Once we were done with the darshan I could go about my business of admiring the complex. Thanks to my readings of Devdutt Patnaik books I could decipher what was carved and hence explain the same to Jispa. The most famous being the image of Vishnu waking up on his serpent bed with Brahma in the lotus that is coming from his navel.
There are many depictions of this pose with many different variations. Laxmi at side, at his feet, shiva position, the dus avatars at the bottom etc.
I was explaining to Jispa the ten avatars of Vishnu as shown many times in the temples of south. One was specially fascinating for her. The Narshimha half man half lion avatar. She was after me to explain the story to her. I finally got around to narrate it to her today morning.
After a narration like this as is my wont, I told that this is only a belief that people have in their minds. As opposed to reality. Then I asked “Jispa, you know the difference between history and mythology?” “what?” she asked. I repeated “do you know the difference between history and mythology?” She was quite a moment and then she said “Mythology is what you believe and history is what you find out”. I was stunned into silence for a few seconds. I thought a bit and then some more. My 7 year old was right. “you are right, who taught you that?” “My brain” came the reply. “I thought what is same between the two and how they are different and that’s how I came to know.”
OK… OK…
At 60 bucks the mund is quite thin and almost transparent, as you can see in this photo. It’s a good thing that I had shorts inside else … also the shorts help in tucking the dam thing and helping it stay in place. Though a small challenge is to get your cell phone or your wallet which is in your shorts which are under the mund. You have to do without undressing your mund or look like you are going to flash.
This is the one with the t shirt on. The other photo without the tshirt is not uploaded as then this site can be reported for inappropriate content.
It is quite a nice temple inside with people pushing each other to get inside and get a glimpse of the hallowed one. its literally a glimpse with the view through a corridor of door and the closest you get is, my guess, 20 meters. The entrance to the main temple itself is a 3 feet by 5 feet door, with the line pushing to get in. I was letting people go in before me as I just couldn’t bear touching my bare torso with more similarly bare sweaty mallus, till I pushed by the ushers inside. Once we were done with the darshan I could go about my business of admiring the complex. Thanks to my readings of Devdutt Patnaik books I could decipher what was carved and hence explain the same to Jispa. The most famous being the image of Vishnu waking up on his serpent bed with Brahma in the lotus that is coming from his navel.
There are many depictions of this pose with many different variations. Laxmi at side, at his feet, shiva position, the dus avatars at the bottom etc.I was explaining to Jispa the ten avatars of Vishnu as shown many times in the temples of south. One was specially fascinating for her. The Narshimha half man half lion avatar. She was after me to explain the story to her. I finally got around to narrate it to her today morning.
After a narration like this as is my wont, I told that this is only a belief that people have in their minds. As opposed to reality. Then I asked “Jispa, you know the difference between history and mythology?” “what?” she asked. I repeated “do you know the difference between history and mythology?” She was quite a moment and then she said “Mythology is what you believe and history is what you find out”. I was stunned into silence for a few seconds. I thought a bit and then some more. My 7 year old was right. “you are right, who taught you that?” “My brain” came the reply. “I thought what is same between the two and how they are different and that’s how I came to know.”
OK… OK…
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
glop
Jispa and her white board have been at it again. Recently she was reading horrible Henry in which the protagonist made some horrible glop. Basically invested something nasty and drank it. Jispa was inspired to do the same and wanted to make glop as well, mixing a lot of ingredients. She even promised to drink it once she made it. I managed to nudge her into making a drinkable glop, with tang, honey, salt sugar as the main ingredients. Nothing glop like about it but it was a gloppy adventure of sorts I guess. Needless to add, she loved her glop. So much so that she wrote the ingredients on the whiteboard but to her chagrin someone erased than. So she wrote them again and this time she wrote a warning note down as well…
Just for the record, after the ingredients it says – I hate it when only you rub it you will be dead by the dangerous doggi!! (so be careful) by :-> jispa. GRRRR!!
In case you are wondering who the doggi is… this link might give you a hint. http://jaimit.blogspot.com/2009/09/angel-angel.html
Just for the record, after the ingredients it says – I hate it when only you rub it you will be dead by the dangerous doggi!! (so be careful) by :-> jispa. GRRRR!!In case you are wondering who the doggi is… this link might give you a hint. http://jaimit.blogspot.com/2009/09/angel-angel.html
Monday, October 12, 2009
fun, masti, keedas
Making things fun is the best way to do things… everything must be fun then behaviors can change and positive stuff can be achieved. I have always believed in this. I came across two videos that completely explain my case. This time they have some quantitative stuff to prove it as well. Not that too many people needed it… but you know the way corporate works. They are so anal and so distrustful of everything even if it stares them in the face. We as a corporate are trying a lot for our employees to give more.. my sense was that the reason that people don’t give in their corporate avatars (amongst many others) was that the emotional connect was missing when you give a ‘certain’ portion of your salary for a ‘certain’ cause. Thoda warmth missing hai. This is making me realize that not just warmth but fun is missing.
Looking back… My last great thing was Jispa winning the elocution. She won it because I think she was the kid having the most fun saying the poetry. It was fun for her. We used to irritate jasmine all the time by saying line from the poetry and go completely bananas with the emotions. We didn’t really care winning… of course it was good, but it was FUN and that’s the point.
My team has fun working. Laughter is a must. Play your pranks, take it easy… allow for mistakes and laugh at them. Work will happen if the fun is there. Get those boring baskets out of your life.
Here see these.
I didn’t need the stats to know it works. Of course it does. But then we areteh data speaks the truth types. Aren’t we?
Looking back… My last great thing was Jispa winning the elocution. She won it because I think she was the kid having the most fun saying the poetry. It was fun for her. We used to irritate jasmine all the time by saying line from the poetry and go completely bananas with the emotions. We didn’t really care winning… of course it was good, but it was FUN and that’s the point.
My team has fun working. Laughter is a must. Play your pranks, take it easy… allow for mistakes and laugh at them. Work will happen if the fun is there. Get those boring baskets out of your life.
Here see these.
I didn’t need the stats to know it works. Of course it does. But then we areteh data speaks the truth types. Aren’t we?
kuch bhi
13 cures to stop hiccups
Solution # 3 get scared silly
Having someone surprise you can overwhelm the vagus nerve and put an end to hiccups.
Oh ok… what a simple solution. I am having hiccups, I go up to my fiend and tell him… dude I am having hiccups… please surprise me.
Huh?
If that’s not enough – here is another one…
Solution # 5 Pull on Your Tongue
Sticking out your tongue and yanking on it may stop hiccups
Kya hai yeh???
Solution # 3 get scared silly
Having someone surprise you can overwhelm the vagus nerve and put an end to hiccups.
Oh ok… what a simple solution. I am having hiccups, I go up to my fiend and tell him… dude I am having hiccups… please surprise me.
Huh?
If that’s not enough – here is another one…
Solution # 5 Pull on Your Tongue
Sticking out your tongue and yanking on it may stop hiccups
Kya hai yeh???
but you love me daddy
For the interschool elocution she has to get an inspirational poem, an inspirational story or extract of an inspirational speech. Two minutes long… oh god. For a 7 year old! I can’t think of anything … I always believed that these competitions must allow for humor more than anything else. But now it’s an inspirational talk… I guess it’s not the school’s fault, the organizer must have ordained so. Searching the works of Shel I came across this poem… is it inspirational (I hope so)? The problem is inspirational versus morals… the net has tons of inspirational stuff that’s got God in it. Both Jasmine and I hate having inspirational stuff with the omnipresent hand. You don’t need God to get inspired. Can anyone help me get a cute nice inspirational talk/ poem for a seven year old? Though the school has also promised that if we don’t get it they will give us one. but I still think the lester one would do.
On another note – yesterday we were at a fun and fair organized by the preschool organization that one of Jispa’s friends goes to. It was a nicely done thing, with stalls on various games and activities. Jispa was enjoying on her own, hanging around, trying stuff. She came to me saying she wants coupons. I directed her to Jasmine. I then realized that Jasmine had bought 500 bucks worth of coupons for jispa to enjoy. Wow. 500 bucks. That included everything including food and drink. But I remember going to my school fair and having exactly 20 bucks or 50 bucks of coupons to utilize. I am not arguing for inflation. What I know was that they were definitely not enough to play what ever game I wanted and I had to pick and choose to maximize my fun. I had a clear trade off and marginal utility problem to solve. Jispa just went and played everything that caught her fancy. Now 500 bucks for family fun is not a large budget. Silly movies at a multiplex cost much more. But I didn’t know how to reconcile my need to ensure she has fun without too much chindigiri, while teaching her truth of finite resources. I don’t know…
One stall was a photographer getting you to pose inside a box for interesting angles. Jispa came to me and asked if she could go. I was like “it might be expensive and more so, I am a decent photographer. So why don’t you find out how expensive it might be, then we decide.”. She ran there and came back a minute later, “dad, bad news… it costs 250 rupees”. Happily she ran away. I guess we got the balance right.
We reached home and we got to do some dressing on the boil that’s come up. That’s a second one she’s got back to back. This one needed to be burst open. We take an implement and douse it in Savlon to prick it. Jispa was crying a bit purely on the thought of it. I let her attempt to prick it herself. She realized that her boild was a piece of dead skin with no sensation. She then let me gently prick with and had the puss oozing out. a nice bit of growing up.
While we were squeezing it, Jispa suggested I keep talking to keep her distracted. So I went about talking about… you know…mommy faced a pain that was a hundred thousand times more than what you are facing. This was when she gave birth to you. She held my hand very tight and she was hungry and thirsty but she had to deliver on an empty stomach. But we were there for each other. Etc etc….
She then asked. Why did we decide to have a baby. So that you can have fun the baby? I replied that ‘ much more… we wanted a baby to take care of, we wanted be bring a baby into this world, we wanted to play with it, we wanted a baby so that it would hold my hand and cross the road, …” suddenly she curled her lower lip and cried loudly…. Huh... what happened, did it hurt, did I press to hard. What on earth happened? “No, I am just crying because it’s a very nice story. You said very nice things” she replied. Huh? I and Jasmine just looked at each other. We didn’t know how to react. Jispa is a sensitive kid but I guess the boil hurting and the crying that was already happening did affect her a bit. She said even in school she heard a lovely story that moved her a bit in the western music class. It was this one…
Your five year old face is a dirty disgrace(but you love me Daddy)You scatter your toys and you make too much noise(but you love me Daddy)You know little lad you can be pretty bad(but you love me Daddy)You wake me at dawn when i want to sleep on(but you love me Daddy)Now you eat the cookies when i tell you no(But you love me daddy cause you tell me so)you're so hard to scold cause you're my five year old(and cause you love me Daddy)When i dress you up you go play with the pup(but you love me Daddy)When i use the phone you wont leave me alone(but you love me Daddy)You make sister wail pulling her ponytail (But you love me Daddy)You scratch up the floor and you write on the door(But you love me Daddy)You ask foolish questions now you know thats true(But you love me Daddy and you know you do)Your so hard to scold cause you're my five year old (And cause you love me Daddy)
Yup… I love you, kiddy…
On another note – yesterday we were at a fun and fair organized by the preschool organization that one of Jispa’s friends goes to. It was a nicely done thing, with stalls on various games and activities. Jispa was enjoying on her own, hanging around, trying stuff. She came to me saying she wants coupons. I directed her to Jasmine. I then realized that Jasmine had bought 500 bucks worth of coupons for jispa to enjoy. Wow. 500 bucks. That included everything including food and drink. But I remember going to my school fair and having exactly 20 bucks or 50 bucks of coupons to utilize. I am not arguing for inflation. What I know was that they were definitely not enough to play what ever game I wanted and I had to pick and choose to maximize my fun. I had a clear trade off and marginal utility problem to solve. Jispa just went and played everything that caught her fancy. Now 500 bucks for family fun is not a large budget. Silly movies at a multiplex cost much more. But I didn’t know how to reconcile my need to ensure she has fun without too much chindigiri, while teaching her truth of finite resources. I don’t know…
One stall was a photographer getting you to pose inside a box for interesting angles. Jispa came to me and asked if she could go. I was like “it might be expensive and more so, I am a decent photographer. So why don’t you find out how expensive it might be, then we decide.”. She ran there and came back a minute later, “dad, bad news… it costs 250 rupees”. Happily she ran away. I guess we got the balance right.
We reached home and we got to do some dressing on the boil that’s come up. That’s a second one she’s got back to back. This one needed to be burst open. We take an implement and douse it in Savlon to prick it. Jispa was crying a bit purely on the thought of it. I let her attempt to prick it herself. She realized that her boild was a piece of dead skin with no sensation. She then let me gently prick with and had the puss oozing out. a nice bit of growing up.
While we were squeezing it, Jispa suggested I keep talking to keep her distracted. So I went about talking about… you know…mommy faced a pain that was a hundred thousand times more than what you are facing. This was when she gave birth to you. She held my hand very tight and she was hungry and thirsty but she had to deliver on an empty stomach. But we were there for each other. Etc etc….
She then asked. Why did we decide to have a baby. So that you can have fun the baby? I replied that ‘ much more… we wanted a baby to take care of, we wanted be bring a baby into this world, we wanted to play with it, we wanted a baby so that it would hold my hand and cross the road, …” suddenly she curled her lower lip and cried loudly…. Huh... what happened, did it hurt, did I press to hard. What on earth happened? “No, I am just crying because it’s a very nice story. You said very nice things” she replied. Huh? I and Jasmine just looked at each other. We didn’t know how to react. Jispa is a sensitive kid but I guess the boil hurting and the crying that was already happening did affect her a bit. She said even in school she heard a lovely story that moved her a bit in the western music class. It was this one…
Your five year old face is a dirty disgrace(but you love me Daddy)You scatter your toys and you make too much noise(but you love me Daddy)You know little lad you can be pretty bad(but you love me Daddy)You wake me at dawn when i want to sleep on(but you love me Daddy)Now you eat the cookies when i tell you no(But you love me daddy cause you tell me so)you're so hard to scold cause you're my five year old(and cause you love me Daddy)When i dress you up you go play with the pup(but you love me Daddy)When i use the phone you wont leave me alone(but you love me Daddy)You make sister wail pulling her ponytail (But you love me Daddy)You scratch up the floor and you write on the door(But you love me Daddy)You ask foolish questions now you know thats true(But you love me Daddy and you know you do)Your so hard to scold cause you're my five year old (And cause you love me Daddy)
Yup… I love you, kiddy…
Thursday, October 08, 2009
STOP PRESS
Jispa got chosen in her standard to represent the school in inter school elocution competition.
I just lived my childhood dream
thank you Shel, sorry dentist.
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I just lived my childhood dream
thank you Shel, sorry dentist.
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Wednesday, October 07, 2009
sleep woes
Its amazing how children and associate problems are the same around the world. We had issues with Jispa coming in to sleep with us all of a sudden some time back. She gets these bursts now and then… for a few weeks she is all ok sleeping alone and then suddenly she comes in every night for a few nights with some excuse or the other. About two weeks back she came in with something and I didn’t even listen to her and just opened the blanket for her to come inside. It’s always me that she targets. She didn’t sleep too well that night. I asked her the reason in the morning and she said that I was constantly moving and that’s the reason she couldn’t sleep. Ten why did she come in to sleep with us, I countered. She said that she just came to tell me something and that I without listening to her just put her to sleep next to me. Oh ok… now it’s my fault. Blame daddy!
But yes, coming back to the ‘same around the world topic’ – I came across some really interesting stuff that really captured what the entire world is facing with young children.
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Accompanying text:
“Next up: a visitor from the kids’ room. They start all sweet and cuddly, but their little bodies become more brazen by the minute.”
This exactly the problem we face with Jispa, she is obviously soft and cuddly to start with and then she stretches open, but in the wrong orientation… then both Jasmine and I get whacked.
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Accompanying text:
“To make things worse, our kids always insist on sleeping ON TOP of our blanket, creating a whole new set of problems”
There has to be some science of kids not feeling as cold as us while asleep. Jispa gets on top of the blanket and then instead of being nice and cuddly warm it gets quite a task to pull out enough blanket to keep you warm.
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Accompanying text:
“After weeks of sweet-talking, serenading and heartbreaking Ferberizing, we think we have reclaimed our bed. Until a short trip or a quick flu undoes everything again.”
Exactly….
But yes, coming back to the ‘same around the world topic’ – I came across some really interesting stuff that really captured what the entire world is facing with young children.
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Accompanying text:
“Next up: a visitor from the kids’ room. They start all sweet and cuddly, but their little bodies become more brazen by the minute.”
This exactly the problem we face with Jispa, she is obviously soft and cuddly to start with and then she stretches open, but in the wrong orientation… then both Jasmine and I get whacked.
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Accompanying text:
“To make things worse, our kids always insist on sleeping ON TOP of our blanket, creating a whole new set of problems”
There has to be some science of kids not feeling as cold as us while asleep. Jispa gets on top of the blanket and then instead of being nice and cuddly warm it gets quite a task to pull out enough blanket to keep you warm.
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Accompanying text:
“After weeks of sweet-talking, serenading and heartbreaking Ferberizing, we think we have reclaimed our bed. Until a short trip or a quick flu undoes everything again.”
Exactly….
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