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Let's Clean Our Own House First

Amid all the finger-pointing and Pakistan bashing (which I am in no way judging) it is important to ensure we get our house in order first. It was "great" to see the public - and self-proclaimed saviors of the public - the media houses get to work and getting the politicians first to apologize and then to resign. Big victory eh ?

But what about the security officials ? Why isn't their role being questioned ? It sounds unfathomable, unpardonable, impossible to me that a ship that had surely required several hours to travel purportedly from Karachi to Mumbai could not be spotted and identified as hostile.

The Navy has gone and on about disconnects between intelligence, lack of written intelligence (WTF ?) and lack of specificity. So is the Navy completely free of blame. What about the Coast Guards ? Why are these people not being made to pay ? Or is it that just because we saw the Marcos (Marine Commandos) on TV talk about their "heroic" rescue act that their mistakes that are probably the single most important cause of the loss of 200 lives forgotten and forgiven ?

Moving beyond having these people pay, what measures are being taken to make sure the Coast Guard does not make these gaffes again ? Are they being armed with better surveillance equipment ? It can be understood if these actions are not mentioned in the public domain for security concerns but shouldn't we at least be given a notification that "some" action is being taken ? That the people concerned are concerned about this problem ?

I believe India's response in the first few days after 26/11 was reasonable and understandable. The need to stand up and be counted, be vigilant, alert citizens was emphasized. But within two weeks that positive note seems to have been lost. The sole focus now seems to have shifted to getting Pakistan to act and mounting pressure on them - thinking of ways to tackle Pakistan - while it is more important to figure ways of tackling ourselves all the time. Do the media stars feel they have done their job by getting politicians to resign and apologize ? Why are all their efforts now directed to getting them to answer about what is the response to Pakistan ? Why is no one bothered about bringing to justice the men who let us down in our security ? Why is the loss of focus from ourselves ?

On Site View: IPL Rocks Chennai!!!

This post was originally posted on Outside Edge

The IPL Party finally arrived at Chennai yesterday – the last of its eight stops all around the country. I had returned to Chennai only the day before and presumed that I was too late to join in. Tickets, it seemed, had sold like hot cakes and I had resigned myself to watching the game on the TV in the hostel room.

With the match scheduled to start at 8 pm, I set out with some vague plan after 5. I had been told by sources that the best chance of picking up tickets at this late hour would be at one of the Landmark bookstores in the city. I tried and failed. Faced with the choice of returning home and taking a chance at the stadium, most likely on a black ticket, I opted for the latter without much hope.

Even before getting off from the train at the Chepauk station, the floodlights from the stadium stared right into my eyes. It was an awe-inspiring sight. I had seen the same light towers day in and day out when I was there for the test match, but at night, the towers are a completely different spectacle. By the time I detrained, and joined in the thronging crowds I was welcomed by the loud music that was doing the rounds inside. The ticket counter was surprisingly still open. Anxiously, I asked for the ticket and I could scarcely believe my luck as the old man calmly told me to hand over Rs. 1000 and tore out one. For the second time in a month, completely unexpectedly, and hence unprepared, I found myself walking through the gates of the Cognizant stand and into the Chidambaram stadium. I had done the right thing by taking the chance.

Though there was still more than a hour and a half to go for the game, the players were already on the field doing their warm-ups, the crowd was already sizeable and the entertainment show was on full blast. This was my first time at any live sport event played at night and the spectacle is awesome! The lush green outfield blends beautifully with the blue of the Mumbai Indians and of course, the yellow of the Chennai Super Kings. Once I was in my seat I tried to figure out who the performer was. Luckily the stage was right opposite to our stand; yet it was too far away to identify the people. Then I vaguely remembered reading somewhere that it was Hariharan who was supposed to be the artist today. Later of course they showed him on the big screen. I haven’t been following that guy’s music too closely but it seems he is projecting himself as more than a musician, more like some sort of a rock-star and he did some dance moves that appeared a bit scary, to be polite. His music was good though and he mixed Tamil numbers with Hindi ones – notable among those I remembered were “Kay Zala?” and “Krishna”.

The crowd was understandably, quite different from the test match crowd a month ago. It was very young, very vibrant crowd, mainly of teenagers and people in their early twenties. And it was a completely festive atmosphere with everyone partying their hearts out, dancing and singing. There was ample amount of cheering and applause for players from both teams as well as for the entertainers. And in the middle of it all suddenly everyone went crazy and I couldn’t understand why – and later realized it was Vijay, the super star of South India and the Star Ambassador of the Super Kings who did the rounds of the ground.

Once Hariharan was done with his show some time before the toss, Sivamani, the famous Tamil percussionist took over with his drums. He was great – throughout the Chennai innings he stirred up the crowds with his beats and moved all around the perimeter of the ground so that all sections got a chance to soak him in. Dance and music was the theme of the night and for once, a purist like me, did not crib about cricket being only a part of the whole. If you have been watching IPL on TV thinking it is big, you haven’t seen anything yet. You have just got to go out there in the stadium to feel what passion, what heat this thing has generated all over young India.

As the game began and Chennai Super Kings batted each boundary was greeted with a new piece of music from Sivamani and others, and the crowds rose to his beats and tunes. There were cheerleaders, yes, of both camps; and the poor gals and guys of the Mumbai Indians got very few chances to cheer during the Chennai innings. But we loved their anthem and some of their numbers. In fact I could relate more to some of the Mumbai numbers because naturally I was unaware of some of the super-hit Tamil numbers that had the rest jumping from their seats and me a bit confused. The weird part though was that the cheerleaders were fully clad in trousers perhaps bearing in mind the relatively conservative culture of Chennai. I mean what next? Cheerleading with sweaters on in this heat?

Coming to the cricket, I can now appreciate how difficult it is to catch those high catches under lights. Several times looking straight up into the lights I completely lost the ball. Yet several wonderful catches were taken – notably by Bravo, Joginder, Raina and Badrinath. We cheered Hayden as one of our own yet he didn’t really show much appreciation after reaching his 50. The strokeplay on either side was spectacular – Raina for Chennai and Bravo, Jayasuruiya, Utthappa, Nayyar and Bhajji from Mumbai. The new fast bowler Gony from Chennai was most impressive. He was bowling away from us and I could feel the weight his ball generated troubling the top players like Jayasuriya. I also noticed Harbhajan completely lost as a captain and towards the end of the innings Jayasuriya was taking the lead helping him out adjusting the field and swapping fielders.

As the match reached a climax, the crowd tensed up just a little bit. It was an open game with three balls to go but somehow with Dhoni on our side I never believed we could lose. It was oh so similar to the T20 World Cup final with Joginder messing up at the start before holding his nerve to win. It was a massive roar and a collective sigh of relief that followed the win. It had been an amazing game and an astonishing spectacle of cricket and one grand party. To make it even more special the presentation lasted beyond midnight which meant it was Sachin Tendulkar’s birthday. There were several attempts to attract attention to this fact and that we remembered it by the crowd, unfortunately Tony Cozier during his presentation didn’t quite lap it up and I don’t know if Sachin received our wishes. Of course, he was cheered everytime he made an appearance on the big screen.

The Indian Premier League like a superhit Bollywood (or Kollywood) movie has enjoyed a grand opening. I hope it can sustain this success because it is just great. It has managed to harness the passion and energy of a whole generation of Indians. There is no reason to believe why it can’t go on to match the Premier Leagues of football in Europe. I want to be there again when Chennai take on Kolkata on Saturday. I want to be part of the phenomenon of this cricket revolution. The party has only begun. There are going to be many more such wild and glorious nights to follow. Cheers!

A Miracle ?

First you come up with reservations. Then you say they can't be permanent. You say they need to be reviewed after 5 or 10 years ! In effect what you are saying that this reservation policy is such a brilliant policy that it has the ability to overturn in a period of 5-10 years the effects of the past 2000 years ! WOW ! Please ! Give me a break !

Since when have reservations existed in India ? For the past 6 decades or so ? If it has done nothing to better society, by your own admission what makes you feel that the next 5-10 years would witness a drastic miracle ?

Funny, all this.

Oh by the way, Arjun Singh has supported Rahul Gandhi for PM. Just to let you know, Arjun, he is not a so-called "OBC".

Sampras vs. Federer

So would Federer vs. Sampras have been the great rivalry that everyone fantasizes about? After following the current exhibition series between the two great champions, my hunch is “No”. This may surprise and disappoint a lot of people – a lot of others would completely ignore my hypothesis and write me off as a know-nothing without much thought. However, personally I believe that it would not have been as great a rivalry as Sampras-Agassi or even Federer-Nadal for that matter. This is because their games do not complement each other. They compete with each other. They are very similar in so many respects – the actual similarities though interesting, in their own right, are irrelevant to the discussion here – what is important is the idea that the game of tennis at its best is more than a sport – it is a spectacle, it is a piece of art that requires the two players or artists (note, artists, not opponents) to co-operate to make it a masterpiece while competing at the same time - In a manner in which Federer’s precision blends with Nadal’s power, Sampras’ serve blends with Agassi’s return.

I am not saying that either one of the players would have dominated the other had Federer and Sampras played in the same era. They would have probably won roughly an equal number of games. It is merely that their games might not have been the classics that Sampras-Agassi games were (ref. Wimbledon 1999 to name just one) or Nadal-Federer games are (ref Wimbledon 2007).

Missing Bangalore !

So today when I finally got myself to complete my much overdue internship report, for the first time since returning to Iowa City, I felt like I was missing something about home. Surprisingly, it was not home that I missed, but I missed my life in Bangalore.

What is it about Bangalore that I miss ? I miss the crowds in the streets and the malls, I miss the weekends of fun hanging out with friends, I miss most of all, that feeling of being at home yet independent at the same time. It is quite a different feeling, almost exhilarating and something that must be felt - something that can never be felt at home - and something which I never felt even after leaving home almost four years ago - because it is so different to come out here in the US as a student. You are never really on your own, you immediately get assimilated with the Indian community here and your friends and roommate to be part of one big family. Soon, come the strings of having dinners together, watching movies, attending functions etc. While this is great it prevents you from having that "lone" feeling which is so important. While I have often felt "lonely" in the US even amidst so many friends I have never enjoyed the joy of being alone and care-free !

Thank you, Bangalore for all that you gave me and I hope to return to you one day soon. Here are some snapshots of the city.

MG Road - The Heart and Soul of Bangalore

Michael Palya - The Road To Work Everyday !

Bagmane Tech Park - My Workplace

And that's as up close as it can get ...

Ulsoor Lake - The Place Where I Went Jogging on Sunday Mornings

Forum Mall - Favorite Hangout - This place turned me from a Shopaphobic to a Shopaholic (well, at least a neutral) !

Somehow ...

I find it difficult to tolerate stupid people. Or rather non-stupid people who behave stupid.

Labels In Gmail

Wouldn't it be a better idea to sort them by the most frequently used ones than by alphabet ?

I Want To ...

These days I feel like I want to talk to my friends and then hesitate about it. Why should I talk anyway ? Will it be a waste of time ? Will they genuinely want to talk to me or will they just say something out of decorum without being bothered ? Won't it be better if I just try to work things out myself without talking to anyone ? Just by surfing the internet ? Won't my time be better spent just listening to music if all I want is a bit of relaxation ?

Am I wrong in thinking all this ?

Orkut Friends

I realize that Orkut puts on your homepage profiles of your friends who have most recently logged in, but like 99% of the time most of these are those you hardly ever want to interact with. I mean it is such an annoyance, I would like to see the face of my good friend when I log in, but all I get is some random acquaintance; who I haven't seen in years, who I am not going to and don't want to see or interact with for a long time to come. Seriously, this social networking site needs to do some thinking as to what the user expectations are and whether they are being satisfied. Or maybe, I am just using it wrong. I wonder whether the "Rank your friends" feature which I have never touched so far, works to alleviate the problem.

What Do You Make Of It ?

When you want to write but don't have the patience to put the words on the paper (or type them in the document) ?

When you want to talk to a friend but don't think you have the patience to listen to him/her or even continue talking ?

When you want to achieve something but don't have the patience to knuckle down and put in the hard work ?

When you want to tidy your room but have a readymade excuse of having a lot of work piled up so that you don't even start ?

When you want to set your life in order but are overwhelmed by short-term deadlines, minor temptations and laziness ?

What do you do ?

Indian Of The Year

It is that time of the year (or maybe, was, a couple of weeks ago) when all TV channels, newspapers and other agencies would be jumping up and down to present their own such awards - to people like Amitabh Bachchan and Sonia Gandhi, to Sachin Tendulkar (that is just a fad) to Narayan Murthy etc. etc. the usual suspects – some deserving, some not so much. I feel this year the award should go to Umesh, the owner of our Kirana Maalacha Dukaan (Grocery Store). Okay, let me make it clear, that I wish to give the award not so much to Umesh, the person, but the category of people and the form of business he represents.

Grocery store owners are for long taken for granted in India, at least in Pune. They go about their job quietly, they deliver us goods of our day-to-day necessities at very reasonable prices and barely anyone even notices them. In many ways they are like good umpires or wicket-keepers whose inconspicuousness is a testimonial to their superb efficient work.

The reason for this post at this time is because of some of the experiences I had in Pune during my current visit here. These experiences emphasized and reinforced upon me the professionalism of these Kirana Maal Dukaandars in stark contrast to some of the so-called modern enterprises around.

Firstly, at Pappillon, one of the well-known and hi-fi parlors in the city – where when I went in rather than be greeted at the desk by the receptionist I was affronted by a couple of guys who refused to say anything but just muttered something under their breath, leaving it up to me to explain to them what it was that I wanted and also almost how they should go about it. As if that was not enough they asked me to go into the changing room while someone was still in there. So much for consumer-friendliness.

Then when I went to get a prepaid mobile phone card at the Idea showroom at the intersection of Bhandarkar Road and Law College Road, I walked in into utter chaos. Apparently there is a system there where you need to take coupons but nowhere was this written and I had to ask someone at one of the desks who indignantly asked me to take a coupon with an attitude that reeked of “Isn’t it obvious ? Why the hell do you have to disturb me?” Of course, I realized that with this attitude it was quite meaningless to ask how to go about using the coupon machine or which code denoted which service which was most unintuitive, needless to add. After working my way through this little puzzle, I waited for an hour (because that was all the time I had) and did not receive service (because specific desks were servicing specific types of requests and unfortunately for me the gals who were supposed to serve me were flitting on and off their desks every ten minutes or were downright incompetent). The same thing happened when I tried my luck again in the evening and only when I was about to leave frustrated a second time did one of the more sensible gals come around checked my request and told me that instead of waiting around I could simply go to the cashier’s desk at the back of the office and get things started. Duh!

So the next time that I needed to get my card recharged I was shaking in apprehension when my mother told me that recharging can also be done at Umesh. Within moments he had put me to ease. I asked him if we could recharge the card here, sure, he said. He asked for the phone number, the amount to be recharged and within seconds I was through.

As a consumer what I look for most is satisfaction – and that depends on various factors – professionalism, reliability, consumer-friendliness, efficiency all qualities embedded by Umesh and like and sorely lacking in these so-called new modernized places.

We should salute these people who do so much for the society simply by going about their jobs with such great proficiency and providing satisfaction and reliability to consumers. Not for them any great façade of sophistication or any altruistic manifestations. He is my Indian Of The Year.

OBC Day In India

OBC Day In India

The OBC reservation bill in institutes of higher education in India (IITs and IIMs primarily) received the approval of President Kalam today. That was the final nail in the coffin of what has been a gruesome murder of democracy in this country. Around the middle of last year, students all over India from all fields had risen up in protest against the draconian act. Yet it was mercilessly, dictatorially, systematically and in former Sovietesque fashion destroyed. All over the country the bright young minds of the country that were supposed to shape its future were fired at and lathicharged by dispassionate police officers. Worse, the media who are so eager to jump upon stories of old men predicting their deaths and the like unprotestingly kept quiet on the whole issue upon Government orders. The uprising of 1857 could not have been crushed more efficiently. Of course, maybe this revolt suffered from some of the same flaws as did the 1857 rising - lack of leadership, coordination being the primary ones.

And now, just last week Ram Vilas Paswan that great philanthropist has thrown in the idea of a countrywide stir if there is no reservation implemented in the private sector jobs. Im sure this particular uprising whenever it occurs will meet with a different ending. And we keep blabbering about the brain drain in this country.

Meanwhile, the headlines in today's Indian Express talks about this affirmative action plan. From the first look, it seems to be a good idea. Of course I read on and realize that this is to be implemented on top of the quota system and that is no real help at all. But still I believe I shall be supporting it as at least it is probably the first step towards not increasing the quota anymore. The factors mentioned in the article make a lot of sense too.

Why ?

I would like to ask people the question - Why ?
Why did you leave and never call back again ?
Why don't you pick up the phone ?
Why don't you ever remember me enough to just call ?
Why don't you feel like just hanging out ?
Why do you promise to meet and then forget ?
Why can't you find time out of your busy schedule ?

Why ?

Meeting Old Friends

It is always great to meet old friends. Met one such this morning. It was a fine moment.

You Know Something Is Wrong When ...

... you actually feel like shutting off the music you are listening to and prefer silence instead.

Kaahee Vattel Te Stats

http://www.atptennis.com/1/en/newsandscores/news/news2.asp

Take a look at this.
1. Marcos Baghdatis becomes the first Cypriot to win an ATP title. OKAY.
2. Baghdatis added 34 INDESIT ATP Race points to his season's total to edge past American James Blake at No. 8 in the Race. OKAY
3. Baghdatis, who this year reached the Australian Open final and the Wimbledon semifinals, had not won an ATP event before today. OKAY
4. He finished last year at No. 73 in the INDESIT ATP Race with a modest 11-12 match record on the year. But Baghdatis boasts a 36-17 record in 2006. OKAY

But now take a look at this:
Of the 133 players who have ranked in the Top 10 (since 1973), Baghdatis is one of only three players to break into the Top 10 before winning his first career ATP title. The others are Cedric Pioline, ranked in Top 10 in Oct. 1993 before winning his first title in Mar. 1996; and Mikael Pernfors, who broke the Top 10 in Sept. 1986 before winning his first title in Sept. 1988.

I mean COME ON ! The stuff these stats junkies will come up with !!!

Pal - An Instant

Instants in time are so important in determining the course of the future. Instants can define ages to follow or several years of time might often boil down to one instant.

How often is it that you realise that only if at that instant you had done something differently how different things could have been for the next few weeks, months, years ? How often do you feel that all those years of hard work will bear fruit or be wasted depending upon what happens in the next upcoming instant ?

Unfortunately once instants are past it is very difficult to alter the outcome it has set into motion. It is very difficult to undo. The only way out is to wait for the next instant and hope it happens right then.

Absolutely NOTHING Justifies Violation Of Freedom

Here, Amit Varma gives his opinions on the incident in which a Mumbai blogger was "assaulted, abused and kicked out" of a cinema hall in Mumbai because he did not stand during the playing of the national anthem.

I must say like most times I agree. Whether or not to stand up while the national anthem is played is a matter of personal choice and while I would ALWAYS stand I have NO right to FORCE others to do the same. Convince, yes, force, NO.

If someone refuses to stand it is up to you to form your opinions of that person. Personally that would concern me just a bit, even offend me, but since that in no way violates any of my freedoms I have no right to use force whatsoever.

In this regard the comparison he makes to the Indian lawyer being evicted out of a first class compartment in South Africa is extremely pertinent.

Miss

So Monday I missed the 8.45 bus and missed class. And I didn't really regret it. But today I woke up a good 2 hours earlier and still missed the 8.45 bus because I lazed around and didn't regret it either. And then now I missed the 9.15 bus and I don't regret that either.Really what has led to this apathy ?