The American Way?

“It gets me thinking every time a dear friend of mine who has gone to the US to pursue further studies tells me that he is going to settle there for good. They go on to add that they feel its the best place on earth and that even I should go and settle there. So much so that some of them find it derogatory that someone calls them Indian anymore.

So I always try to delve deeper into the American way. What is it? And why is everyone in the world attracted to it? Well, I for one am surely not attracted to it and would never want to settle in such a country which has had presidents who attack at will and consider the world to be their dumping ground.

While reading a few articles I came across this article in the Hindustan Times: Click here to read the article

If this is what the American Way is then all I can say is it’s a highway to hell. The recent spate of natural disasters striking all around the world are an indication enough of the impending doom that nature is going to unleash someday. I am not indicating that everyone should become a saint and stop using cars and stop partying. But moderation is something that becomes an important aspect of everything you do. Consider the fact that Americans who form 5% of the world’s population consume 50% of the world’s resources. Now they would go ahead and argue that its a clear case of sour grapes but my friends do not misconstrue my point here.

Environmental Conservation has become one of the greatest myths of our time. I wonder how far will we go. Read the following excerpt from the same article:

Under Dubya, the violence has intensified. His `Clear Skies’ initiative, which purports to slash mercury emissions, in fact permits a full 10 tons more per factory than was allowed by the existing Clean Air Act. His `Healthy Forests’ initiative will effectively allow loggers back into 10 million acres of woods they have been locked out of by three decades of regulations.

One of the biggest surprises for me was the re-election of Dubya, even after all that happened (Iraq War). The americans were either too considerate or way too oblivious of the world around them. The clear intentions of controlling the Oil Wells were well disguised behind the veil of the 9/11 attacks and thousands of innocent people were killed in the process.

Once again, I wonder, is this the american way? If yes, then my friends, thanks, but no thanks!

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What a fiasco!

“I was away for a good 10 days attending a CII Conference. I came back only to be greeted by (arguably) one of the most humorous incidents in the lawsuit-o-sphere. Its a known fact that lawsuits are filed by the drop of a hat in some countries. Little did I know that a similar culture is permeating the most laggard legal by-lanes of India too.

In an apalling incident IIPM sent out of a legal notice to two bloggers: Varna and Gaurav Sabnis. My heart goes out to them (Varna and Gaurav). There has been no support from the media big-wigs who, I am sure, have a fair idea of what the truth is. I am doing my MBA myself currently (I shall not state my institute for the fear of it being dragged into this) and let me tell you something. Most of these B-School rankings are rigged. I may not have the facts with me right now, but take a survey of b-school students and you will get a nearly unanimous opinion about the rankings being rigged. (NO, I am not taking any names right now).

The most hilarious thing in the whole episode was their threat to IBM. I have absolutely no clue how IBM came into the picture. Do they not know the difference between personal and professional space? Anyway, so coming back to the threat, it was this, that they would burn IBM ThinkPads in front of their office…!! Wow!

Its high time that we stop toying around with education and innocent students’ futures. One such incident would mean the whole of Indian media and B-School fraternity will be put to shame. Just imagine the kind of picture this would delineate for someone who is not from this country but a potential recruiter for students from one of the Indian B-Schools. Well, I would say it puts the credibility of the entire MSM (Main Stream Media) at stake.

In this credibility issue, which has now been translated into an IIPM v/s Bloggers war, I completely support Gaurav and Varna. Not just because I am a blogger too, but because I am first a B-School Student doing my MBA from an extremely reputed institute. I stressed on extremely reputed here, because thats how we all know the way in which rankings are rigged.

I strongly believe that IIPM owes an apology to everyone concerned. And I sure hope I am not slapped with another legal notice.”

Music for the Day

“Its amazing how there can be one song for every mood of the day. Lets see a typical day for me and how songs relate to the different times of the day.
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Sleep through the night with The Corrs and Cranberries crooning with their orgasmic vocals.
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Wake up to the sounds of Drive by Incubus.

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can’t help but ask myself how much
I’ll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It’s driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I’m beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel.

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Come to sense with Pink Floyd’s Coming Back to Life and Joe Satriani’s Flying in a Blue Dream

Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but
I took a heavenly ride through one silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

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Have a bath and get ready for the day to begin with the strains of Annihilator’s King of the Kill smashing the peace away from everyone’s lives.

Stalking the land for the scent of my prey
Stopping for nothing don’t get in my way
Left to the vultures your life is denied
I rule the jungle I rule it with pride
Don’t try to run there’s no way to survive
A vicious surrender I’ll eat you alive
No one is safe until I get my kill
All hear my warning I king of the kill
Kill

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As you run through the various works of the day you think of the evening to come and Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven

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As the evening approaches, you frustrated with work and in a terrible mood. All that can sooth you is Limp Bizkit’s Break Stuff

Its just one of those days
When you don’t wanna wake up
Everything is fucked
Everybody sux
You don’t really know why
But want justify
Rippin’ someone’s head off
No human contact
And if you interact
Your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker
It’s just one of those days!!

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I still wonder, is there any mood for which there isnt a song? I remember – Its the same thing that Pompy said at some point of time”

As I met her once again..

We hugged each other ever so tightly, trembling, as yet another moment of seperation beckoned. The days with her trudged along like a vivid dream.

We shared a feeling that no time had passed ever since I had to leave her the first time. It seemed like just yesterday when we walked those familiar streets and spent time in those places that still delineate an entire world in my mind.

We hadn’t changed. It was time that had stopped reeling somewhere along the way.

We relived the magic of the place where I met her first time. She still holds my hand like she always did – gripping, as if never to let go. We spend a lifetime together in those few days that we meet.

She always cries a thousand tears when the moment comes. My gaze met her eyes till I could see her no more.

… And I wait, yet again.

My Life’s OST

Your Life: The Soundtrack

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Opening credits Walk of Life – Dire Straits
Waking up Brave New World – Iron Maiden
Average day Break Stuff – Limp Bizkit
First date Learning To Fly – Pink Floyd
Falling in love Is this love – Whitesnake
Love scene Tiny Dancer – Elton John
Fight scene Patience – Guns N Roses
Breaking up Die Die Die My Darling – Metallica
Getting back together Hallowed by thy name – Iron Maiden
Secret love Little Lies – Fleetwood Mac
Life’s okay Ironic – Alanis Morisette
Mental breakdown Brain Damage – Pink Floyd
Driving Drive – Incubus
Learning a lesson Back in Black – AC/DC
Deep thought Sunscreen – Baz Luhrmann
Flashback Patterns in the Ivy (Part 2) – Opeth
Partying Whiskey in the Jar – Metallica
Happy dance Lets Get Rocked – Def Leppard
Regreting Used to Love Her – Guns N Roses
Long night alone Turn the Page
Death scene Through Her Eyes – Dream Theater
Closing credits Phoenix Rising – Annihilator

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All along the East Coast

“After a delightful party on a saturday evening in the Madras Boat Club, we had plans to hit the road once again and go to one of the several private beaches along the East Coast Road (ECR). It was me with three other guys from VGSoM. Two of us are working with ITC (Me and Nachiket) and the other two with TaFE (George abd Namit).

We borrowed the car from George’s landlord. It was an old and battered Maruti 800, the frontie version. By the looks of it, we dreaded taking it all the way to the ECR. But I wanted to drive desperately and if we didn’t take this car then the only option was a rented car with a driver, which I always despise. So I convinced them that I would drive and that it would run just fine.

George and Namit quickly packed their bags and off we were from their house. We waded through the city traffic and stopped over at some place before Thiruvonmiyur for breakfast. We set off once again after eating the usual Uttappam and Dosas. Soon the traffic started thinning as we got farther away from the city limits and approached the ECR.

As we crossed the Toll Plaza and started burning the ECR, we saw this distances board, which claimed “”Pondicherry –> 140 kms”” Immediately our eyes lit up and all of us jumped at once and decided to burn rubber all the way. Namit sounded a bit skeptical about the whole thing, because he wondered whether the car would hold on. We wanted to take our chances, and we whooshed past the beach that we were supposed to go to. The ECR is amazing as it runs parallel to the entire coast line and you can feel the sea-breeze hitting your face all the time. About 40 kms down the line, we took a sutta break and George wanted to drive then. As soon as he started driving there was some cracking noise and the engine began making some strange whirring sounds. We opened the bonnet only to find that a spark plug had come off. We stopped a biker passing by and tried to get hold of a plug-spanner but to no avail. Luckily the Maruti Service Station was just a kilometer behind and we drove the car on two cylinders. We got it fixed and wasted about an hour and a half in the whole ordeal. I was to drive after that as people had gotten superstitious. So I drove non-stop till we reached Pondicherry, around 3:00 pm, and yes what “”a quaint little place”” (verbatim) it was.

Lunch was the first thing on our minds as we sat in this restaurant called La Terassa and had some sizzlers, while leching at some of the French babes . We must have finished lunch around 4:00 pm or so when we decided to check the good tourist places and found out about a Boathouse. We went to the boathouse which began with some real good surroundings. A small treehouse and some swings made of coir for the kids (you can find the photograph of the treehouse in the right-hand column of this page). We were to cross over to Paradise Beach using the boat. It was a beautiful beach, accessible only via the boat and not by road. Blue waters and clean sand. We took a long walk along the beach while Namit enjoyed the beach waters and we returned in about an hour.

Evening was spent on the “”rues”” of Pondicherry, admiring the french architecture and hoping to have a similar house, someday. Finally around 8:00 pm we decided to head back. If you thought that ECR was beautiful during the day, wait till you see it at night. It’s like a black lit-up snake with a smooth back. I drove half the way while going back and it was one of the best drives I have ever had. Overall it was an amazing trip.

I like improvisation.”

Nostalgia on the road…..again

The definition of weekend for us is a little different. It never is a Saturday and a Sunday, its always just the Sunday. A six-day workweek is common for everyone working in the manufacturing industry. Come this weekend we decided at the very last moment that we wanted to go to Bangalore for one day. Plans were made and a Qualis was booked for the trip. We started off at around 10:00 pm, from the company residential quarters where all of us stayed. It was going to be a good eight hours drive to Bangy with one halt for dinner.

I always love it, when you hit the road for long trips. I only wish that I was driving the car, but in this case it was not to be. This was the highway which connects the traffic from Ennore port to the rest of the cities nearby. As you begin to gun the engine further you realise that it will be a vain attempt, to let your car go, because of all the trailer trucks that keep whooshing by you, giving you no room to overtake the one ahead of your car. The lights from the oncoming traffic blind you from the darkness that surrounds you. All you have is your cars headlights.

We stopped at a food-court for dinner, and were just in time. They were about to close it and we entered, so they did serve us eventually. As I finished my food early, I stood outside by the edge of the highway and waited for the others. In the middle of the night with a few beers down, every place seems like heaven, not that this place was any bad. I looked at my watch and realised that there are 7 more hours to go. At this very point I remembered On the Road – the book that I read recently – and whether I have always been a Dean Moriarty. There must be a Dean Moriarty in each one of us. I just hope I could someday just pick up my haversack and run away with little money in my pockets and just survive on the road. Life seemed to be on the run, even though it was just a weekend trip. I was slightly high with all the beer I had and the lights of the vehicles rushing by seemed like bolts of lightning hurtling right at me. There were dogs moaning in the stillness of the night and moths hovered around me as if searching for a candle in my cigarette. The trucks passed me unperturbed. In the meanwhile I wondered, when will I hit the road next. I hope to live my life like an itinerant, always on the road. It’s the only place that does not carry any emotion of its own. It is what you want it to be. I had desperate urge to let the car go and just stay back to hitch a ride with some of the passing trailers. But the circumstances don’t really allow you to do everything.

It was morning when we reached Bangy and we freshened up at a friends place in the IIM campus after which I went to meet a very dear friend of mine from my engineering days. The situation seemed like the one in those awkward conversations, because that kind of exuberance was lost, with we pursuing different paths and not keeping in touch and all that. But slowly, we got back to how it was a few years back. We laughed like the old days and he rode his bike in the same way he used to before. Ah, how I miss those days.

At night it was time to hit the pubs and I went with two other friends to a place called Styx which is on M.G. Road. This was the place where I had started drinking for the first time two and a half years back. It was me and Satyen who had been there after one grueling week of company visits and trying to organize an entire industrial tour. As I climbed up the stairs, I was engulfed the same smell of beer and the rock music blasting through my ears. When I opened the door to enter, it was almost like opening a box containing those memories right in front me. I remembered the table where both of us had sat and could picture myself swaying after a few beers and back then we had a time of our life. People change, but every place holds the emotion that you want to associate with it. Styx was the place where I started drinking for the first time and it will always hold the flag for me. It was time for a new beginning. And surprising as it may sound, after two and a half years of drinking, I hadn’t yet had tequila. Two shots of tequila and I was ready to reminisce and remember.

After all memories are all you’ve got. The days never come back again. All you do is hold onto them like dear life and make sure, you never forget them. They say memories are like fingerprints in your head and they slowly fade away. Fade away.

Onto the tail of great books

“Sometimes it takes more than just the will to get into the groove and start reading again. Ever since I started my internship in this city of Chennai, I had nothing to do after coming home in the evening. Out came the desire to read, because of the lack anything else. But once I resumed after a good break of 2-3 years, it felt good. I started reading on and off with a few books in the last semester. The four amazing books I read were:

  • Catcher in the rye – J. D. Salinger
  • Vernon God Little – DBC Pierre
  • English, August – Upamanyu Chatterjee
  • Snapshots from Hell – Peter Robinson

Two real good books that I have been currently reading are:

Moth Smoke – Mohsin Hamid:

This is one of the most disturbing book I have read. It leaves you with a sense of sympathy as well as admonishment for the protagonist of the book. Delicately set during the era of the nuclear race between India and Pakistan, the young Daru finds himself staring at closed doors as the story unravels. It makes you think twice whether it is a matter of his doing. At times, opinions change but the truth remains to be seen. It is the sad ending of one very promising youngster. It is the story of his decline.

On the Road – Jack Kerouac:

I am yet to finish this one, but the kind raw energy the Dean Moriarty exudes leaves you exhausted as you go alongwith him on the road. As they say on the back cover book, this story sold a trillion levis and a million espressos and urged thousands of kids to hit the road. Jack Kerouac has put a finger on all the subtle dissatisfactions that emerge in ones life. It gives you that sudden urge to hit the road. To take a backpack and a car and hit the nearest possible highway with no money in your pockets. I “”dig”” it man!!

Read these books. They are the best ones I have read in a long time and I believe a lot of people out there would agree.