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Checklist of The Reformed

2011-12-02T10:18:00.017+05:30

how much have you,
earned today?
in happiness, in guilt
or in terms of money, rather?

how much have you,
lived today?
in joy, in sorrow
in between thinking of tomorrow?

how much have you,
lied today?
to those you love, to those you don't
to yourself, others being but little bother?

how do you measure,
the value of your words?
as you manipulate, you twist,
in your quest for perfect order?

how do you name,
the fruits of your efforts?
your identity, your impact,
your gift to generations that follow?

would you rather laugh at fate,
or your lack of self control,
thinking of choices, when
you regret them long after?

India, Pakistan, Mothers, Sisters and Sachin

2011-03-25T13:38:00.015+05:30

When in January people said the Cricket World Cup is coming to India, I nodded and said good4uenjoy:) Argentina had been humiliated last year when Germany beat them black and blue in the FIFA world cup and cricket was this irritating game with square legs and short covers. But little by little, as every colleague tuned in to cricinfo to stream the matches and effectively killed the office internet, I got into the game. The point of this post is to declare my love for the wicket, willow and the..er..cherry. Also to tell you of those special things and moments that have made me like this game so much.

Family values:

Never before have mothers and sisters in the subcontinent been shown such admiration and remembered with such gusto. On March 30, 2011, Indians and Pakistanis on both side of the border will partake in a 100 over long discussion about the women in their opponent's families. Familial relationships with the opposite sex, irrespective of age, whether living or dead, will be closely analyzed and the analysis presented before close up cameras that would repeatedly play the loops before news channels take over the job. Commonly used in forms of teri bhen di [respectfully your sister's] or teri ma ki [respectfully your mother's] these words have so far made no impression on the non-Asian cricketing nations. They have all probably decided to assume that screaming "Banjo!" every time Indians get a wicket is simply a way to appease their craving for all things song and dance.

Employee Motivation Research:

One day, inshallah, I will start my own business. Businesses have employees. Employees need motivation. Therefore if one learns how to motivate employees to work when an India vs Australia match is going on then finito. Khatam Baat. Barkhaas Biryani. You will monopolize HR and blitz Payroll. The experiment was thus begun with gusto but quickly forgotten when the subjects all fell sick just before the match started. However, another important point was discovered. When India beat Australia, the sensex went up 430 points. DESPITE NOBODY WORKING. This means our economy is awesome, we screw it up by working. Man was born to laze. Hence proved.

Subraminyam, Almooniyam:

To be honest, it was this ad. Subramaniyam, almooniyum, ye deewar, ye saara sansaar struck a deep chord within me and in order to catch it playing loud and clear I decided to watch the match. In between waiting for the ad to reappear, and in order to keep myself awake during Saurav Ganguly's commentary {a better entertainer with the bat he was} I began to watch the balls being bowled and was hooked. The latent patriotism gene was re-awoken and immediately Yuvraj Singh scored a 100. When God wants you to believe He sends you a sign. Sometimes through an ad for a mobile phone. Thank you Spice. May your phones sell well.

Because, banjo, this one is for Sachin:

1,000,000,000. That's how many Indians are out there. And the rate at which we procreate it must have gone up by a couple hundred mill since. Add another 1/2 billion between the rest of the cricket world. Approx 1,500,000,000. That's how many people know Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. He is making history. We are a small part of it. Watch the show. Ask no questions. Whatever happens, applaud. If you do not understand the scope of the word 'genius' watch him.

Kamran Akmal:

I LOVE this guy. He holds a special place in every Indian heart. Every time he drops a catch we cheer. Evertime he cowers under Shahid bhai's glare a benign smile spreads across the face of the opposition. As soon as he retires, he should be sent on diplomatic missions by Pakistan to countries they really need to set things right with. Read: India. We would love to have him here. If he continues his stellar performance in Foreign Affairs and continues to serve our interests then maybe we will all have peace.

Cricket is a battle between bat and ball, noted Sunil Gavaskar, astonishing Englishmen who had invented it as an excuse to grow mustaches. But heck, the deeper you get into it, the more there is to it.

Game on

Socialus Insuffrablus

2010-02-25T20:22:00.000+05:30

In a shocking incident Balu P. Yadav, Bihari strongman, was found dead in a dairy farm. Early reports claim he poisoned himself by consuming fodder and breathing in too much methane. A note was found in his pocket and the contents, though being held as evidence, have been leaked. The transcript is courtesy yadav4lyf.com.

Dear everyone,

I know this may come as a shock to you, but I have decided to commit suicide. I no longer think it is possible for me to go on living. What I had thought was light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be one of the super fast trains newly announced by Bamta Mannerjee, my bête noir.

Long have I laboured on this earth doing what I thought I did best, happy with the little I had. Friends, money, some travel, the strength of ten buffaloes, spirituality and quite a few great conversations kept me going, happily for the major part. It all changed and I didn’t even realize it happening.

It began with hi5. Getting back in touch with old friends I thought I’d never meet was among the greatest feelings ever. ‘Aren’t you the girl from Writer’s building? OMG you are so hot!’ type messages were hurriedly exchanged and friends added. Sometimes, such messages were not responded to. Communities were formed and friendships were renewed. It was a slow process but the overall effect was one which drew regular smiles of nostalgia. I hung on to hi5 till a funnily named Google product appeared on the horizon. Eh? Orkut? I wondered and signed up. The ensuing storm of friend requests, scraps, photo albums, testimonials, communities, witty and witless profiles, and innovative names (Tiger’s Goods//**who’s your daddy~~\\) wrapped me in an embrace so tight that I sat hypnotized before the desktop, chanting google..google..google.. and refreshing my scrap book every few seconds. Yes, there were chat messengers, but this was different. It was all public. You could see the 300 friends my profile boasted of and testimonials from ardent admirers to prove that I was evidently a great guy. Now everyone would know how popular I was, and not just in Bihar.

By now I was connected to people from all over India and a few friends sprinkled across the globe. Do, I wondered on Google, firangis Orkut? No, came the prompt answer along with a new URL. They Facebook. Apparently you could ‘tag’ the people in the photo by clicking on their faces, hence the name. Everything else though seemed the same. It seemed dubious and I desisted from joining till I saw a safe number of invitations in my inbox. When I eventually did, it struck me as stale butter in a new packet. Within a few weeks, however, I realized that the world was dealing with a completely different monster. Applications started popping up. Polls claimed I was 3rd most likely to go bald and 389th as the favored dinner companion. Another claimed my soulmate would be revealed if I forwarded invitations to all my friends. My home page, instead of displaying my swashbuckling images, now showed updates of what my friends were farming, fishing, watching, wishing, listening and doing.

AND photos of what they had been up to.

This is when I started to worry. Too many people were doing too many things and here I was feeding non-BT fodder to buffaloes. Buffaloes are camera shy. I decided to screw all that my ‘friends’ were doing and live my life. After all, your friend list and profile page is not a reflection of your personality. So what if everyone else went water rafting, paragliding and mountain climbing? I would uphold my respect and not fall prey to this ridiculous urge.

So it went on till this new fellow I once sat beside told me about Titter. It affronted me that someone of his age and position would be party to an adult site. No, no, explained he, it is Twitter. Why don’t you join and follow me? I’m @shtaroor. How? I asked. He logged in through a snazzy phone and showed me his home page. I was immediately hit between the eyes by the 140 character capacity of the status bar. That’s all one could do? I asked. That’s all one can do, he echoed. I held on to my dhoti lest it drop in astonishment. This was it. No photos. No farms. No quizzes. Just what you want to say. In 140 characters or less. You see how well I got hold of it?

So began my twitter journey. At regular intervals I would update my status and let people know what I was doing. I got myself a Chinese made Blackbarry and tweeted away to glory. The guy who had told me about this said something demeaning about cattle which made me yank him up in Parliament, so I realized twitter was actually useful. A few days ago, my phone stopped working. Frustrated I logged on through a desktop and was hit between the eyes by a set of numbers. 145 following. 3 followers: shtaroor, Amul, Bihar dairy. No RTs. 5 months on twitter. No RTs. 3 followers. Bad eyesight had prevented me from seeing these numbers on the Barry. It depressed me no end. The overwhelming feeling of how little my thoughts were valued by the rest of humankind brought me down like a wagon load of belligerent didis. Which is why I am taking this extreme step. Take care of the cows. There’s fodder to keep them happy for the next century. And for God’s sake, atleast RT this!

Balu P. Yadav

Ex-Railway minister
Ex-Chief minister
Ex-Scam artist
Ex-Social media strategist #fml :(

Some names have been changed to protect identities.

{Yes, this is a post about the worrisome aspects of social media. In the good old days one would accuse others with corrupted characters of sleeping around. Now one accuses them of smoring around. Is there any respite to be had from this bombardment of information about 'me' from all of us?}

Who nose?

2010-02-13T20:29:00.000+05:30

So here we are, under the Masab Tank flyover approaching the left leading to Banjara Hills. The shiny new board of Paradise (established 1953) beams at you as you take the left and WTF! why is there so much traffic? Then you realize, its Banjara Hills, too many cars, thin roads etc etc. You finish your work (chai at 555, bunchop at Sahara Bakery) and head back home. You cross the alms-seeking-palm circle at Nanalnagar. Four Seasons, Mandar and the RTO office beam at you from the right and left of the road. You cross Finjaan and WTF! why is there so much traffic? Banjara Hills i understand but Toli Chowki kayku bhai? Which is why I have decided to shift to a different city/country/hamlet at the earliest. Apparently KCR called a bandh in the city to protest this decision i have made but what to do? Idi chala difficult undi, aunakada?

To be honest KCR person has also helped speed up this decision. Loyalty towards backward classes is one thing but imposing his nose every morning on those of us who like our morning naashta and newspaper is another. Google his face to (k)now(se) more. One reason which had held me back from actively seeking bread and butter elsewhere was the off-chance of getting free passes to IPL but that hope has sadly disappeared. After much creaking, hmming and hawing, i have finally got myself down to listing out places i would like to work in. Mumbai, Bangalore and Delhi were the only ones on the list in India. Traffic, weather and expenses make them all difficult choices but we shall see. The list of foreign locations is very exotic provided suitable means to survive can be found. Means i have heard are quite difficult to find, what with the Greek debt crisis and the rest of the world's identity crisis. Seems the world majorly ascribes the skills of coding and engineering alone to Indians. So maybe Hyderabad will have to be borne for a while more. This is home but sometimes, home can get a little claustrophobic.

{Rather unclear as it may be, this is also a call for those few of you who read my blog to let me know of non-engineering, possibly marketing, slightly creative opportunities in any part of the world with agreeable weather and acceptable traffic. The range of things i can accomplish and my CV can both be manufactured very quickly}

"_________"

2010-02-02T13:48:00.000+05:30

While studying for GMAT, I ask myself a lot of questions. It would help if they were part of the americanised vocabulary i am still trying to master but unfortunately they are of the who are we, what are we doing, are we supposed to be here kinds. Random topics like extinction and hospitality pop into my head and give no peace. Take, for instance, philosophy. As a direct result of a chain of recent events, I've met quite a few people who drop quotes and prophecies like theres no tomorrow. I never realized the extent to which we human beings fall back on the wisdom of greats like Confucius and Kurt Cobain to help us in sticky situations. In fact, I never realized how much i quote these guys. Why do we do it?

It seems to me like a check against, well, almost anything. Give a guy too much happiness and after 5 seconds of elation, his brow wrinkles and staring into the future he will mutter, 'it will pass.' Ditto in a sad scenario, with sulking thrown in for good measure. The gems I have come across have raised even more questions, to further detriment of my GMAT prep. Is it that people are facing so many difficult situations that they see no other alternative other than accepting fate with a smile or a shrug? Have we stopped fighting and trying to change the way things are, instead adopting a hermitic approach to all balance-upsetting scenarios we face? Makes you wonder, have we been designed to worry?

(God: What is this? Angel: Humans, Master. God: Throw some misery in will ya. And send Aristotle down there)

If so, then it brings me to another point. Have you ever heard anyone look at a red Profit statement (red=loss) and say 'it will pass'? You end up thinking about HOW you will make it pass. You do accept that P&L statement, but you go a step ahead and act. How hard is it to do the same in all other situations? Have we been designed as closet hypocrites too?

I'm waiting for Ratan Tata's biography. I'd like to know whether the people who inspire these quotes/sayings actually use them.

PS: If you read this and don’t like it, too bad. Can’t keep everyone happy :-)

Hyderabad

2009-12-11T22:39:00.000+05:30

From gully to city
To states anew
We begin today
With roots a-strewn
With roots a-strewn

How long is a fast
Has been proven of late
30 days to be noted
Just a passing phase
A passing phase.

There is violence
There is shock
There are no metaphors to be conveniently forgot.

Have you taken your drag of
Unity, today?

What? Where?

2009-12-07T13:32:00.000+05:30

An MBA: Masters in Business Administration. Generally 2 years long and quite expensive. Clearing this is supposed to grant you easy entry to the world of the highflying executive and suitably line your pockets. Very competitive. Usually requires genius level scores in tests called GMAT, CAT, MAT, XAT, SNAP, CRAP etc.

A Masters: Can be in anything! For the sake of money, consider Masters in Management. Half the cost, duration, future salary of an MBA. Generally has no truck with prospective inlaws (Ye engineering ka hai? someone i know got asked). Quite competitive. May or may not require genius level scores in aforementioned tests.

Groundwork laid, what should one prefer? Apparently MIM has lesser opportunity cost whereas MBA has greater monetary value. Eitherways, i will be heading for GMAT prep pretty soon so in the forthcoming months this dilemma shall hopefully be solved.

Don't panic!

2009-10-30T20:22:00.000+05:30

Thats all there is to it.

2012

2009-10-27T16:02:00.000+05:30

Apparently, the world is going to end in another 3 years, in 2012. Everyone from the Mayans to the inventors of the Large Hadron Collider to Holly wood is predicting it. Infact Hollywood plans to warn us so successfully that we end up parting good money to watch the movie 2012, their 2 hour prediction on how we're going to die.

On a more random note,blogger.com does not support the spelling of 'movie'.

Coming back to 2012,all this seems like an anti-climax after the mass hysteria of the year 2000. People were predicting nuclear missiles timers would go off in a Terminator style tragedy, that the y2k bug would take over our computer systems thus enslaving us. Prophecies by an oddly named chap called Nostradamus were dusted out to prove that the world would indeed end. It didn't. The stock markets didn't get affected and life went on with 2001 being followed up in quick succession with 8 short years leading up to today. AND again we're back to predicting the end of the world.

Is life really that boring and tedious that people want it to end? or are they trying to use death as some sort of motivational tool? Beats me. This whole end of the world stuff is actually quite hilarious. From examples of people all around me, the only ones who live are the ones who don't care what happens and the ones who do care/worry are stuck like the hamster in the wheel. And by the time people realize this they're too old to do half the things they wanted to!

Very ironic business, life.

Attempt number 2

2009-10-04T19:55:00.000+05:30

2006 December was when I started this blog and so far have managed to notch up three entries. This is my 2nd attempt at maintaining a blog and let us see how it fares

Ummm.

Its quite weird..I can write all I want to in a book and bite of the back of whichever pen I'm holding but I can never seem to sit at a computer and write a blog! I don't know if its the lack of ink or some complicated keyboard phobia but thoughts just stop flowing when I'm at this.

Come to think of it I don't remember why my blog is called screamatquixote. I didn't hold that misguided knight any grudges in 2006 and still don't so I'll just put it down to teenage angst.

Moving on, I've just finished Gerald Durrell's "My Family & Other Animals". By some quirk of Fate two friends decided to gift me this book way before my birthday and I ended up with two copies. It follows the hilarious expedition of the Durrell family who decide to pack their bags and move to the island of Corfu in Greece and the adventures that ensue during the 4 years the family of five -the Mother, gun-toting Leslie, book-snobbish Larry, Margo, Gerry the naturalist and the host of animals he collects from dogs to scorpions to seagulls- spend in Corfu. I stumbled upon a passage from this book in 10th grade and had since then been vainly trying to get my hands on the book until some very savvy friends of mine found it on the internet. Makes rubbish of my usual approach of searching in the nooks and crannies of the Sunday Book Bazar at Abids, Best bookshop and random bookstalls put up enticingly along roads for souls like me. When I remarked this to a friend she said you want to read the book or to search for it? Both I guess. The journey is the reward, the thrill of the chase etc etc all apply when you sit with a smug smile of satisfaction leafing through yellowed pages of something published before your parents were born.

Yes well, I think I'll stick to my diaries. The bloody backspace button is the culprit. You erase and forget, instead of scratching out, unscratching, editing, more scratching and then arriving at the perfect sentence.

2 years later

2009-01-22T16:44:00.000+05:30

Its been two years since I've posted. In reference to the other two posts below: AGLOCO folded (these net things are all scams) and my grandfather passed away. So that is that. Besides that, i'm applying to the MCP of AIESEC in Oman. No, its not a company of mail chauvinists but the organization which has kept me busy and running for close to 30 months now. Check out www.aiesec.org and find out more.

I'll be traveling to Oman Feb 7th or 8th and the elections are on the 12th. Gives me quite a bit of time to prepare. Its pretty unnerving. you wake up in the middle of the night and it suddenly hits you that hot damn, you're applying to run a startup in an entirely new country. Its going to be a hell of a job.

Its back to preparation now.

OWN THE INTERNET!

2006-12-26T09:34:00.000+05:30

OWN THE INTERNET!

This is AGLOCO™ 's proposition, just three words: Own the Internet.

Whenever you are online, either surfing, blogging, clicking on an ad, making a purchase, all the money generated by your activities is pocketed by a small number of players. At AGLOCO™ they say not anymore!

AGLOCO™ is a global community, whose owners are its Members (you and potentially the millions of internet users out there). Their goal is to capture a significant portion of the value generated by our online activities and return it to Members in cash. Best of all, it is totally free, Members will NEVER have to pay anything, nor will they have to disclose ANY personal information!

How does this work? Once you sign up on their website, when available you will be able to download the Viewbar software, a free toolbar-sized application (half the size of a traditional Windows tool bar) that quietly sits on your desktop without ever hampering your online habits. That’s all you need to do! Just continue using the Internet as you used to… no need to change your habits!

Do you have several individuals using one computer? You can have different AGLOCO™ viewbars to fit the profile of each user.

Don’t want to see or use the Viewbar at any given time? Just minimize it and the Viewbar stops working!

There are different ways AGLOCO™ can make money for its Members:

Cash: You get cash by surfing the Internet while the Viewbar is running. AGLOCO™ ’s profits are distributed back to its Members. And you can also receive real-time discounts should you choose to purchase from AGLOCO™ ’s partners. They will never include gambling or adult entertainment sites as partners.

Shares: In addition to cash, AGLOCO™ will give out shares in the company to its Members. Eventually, AGLOCO™ plans to go public and will be traded on the London Stock Exchange AIM. You can start earning stock options by keeping Viewbar active while you surf. In addition, you will gain extra shares by referring active users to AGLOCO™ (they lose nothing). Click here to see the calculator.

The more people join AGLOCO™ , the more value the community can generate for itself. The company believes those that build the community deserve more: your own profits become larger the more people you refer. You can accumulate hours not only from your Internet activity but also from those who you refer, and their referrals too… Up to 5 levels underneath you! For example, if you refer 10 people and all of them refer 5 people each, you could make over 7000 shares a month*!

Remember, this is all free, you don’t lose anything, all you have to do is sign up, download the Viewbar and that’s it. Build your network and refer friends, family and colleagues to AGLOCO™ and earn even more!

The guys behind this idea include several Stanford MBA’s and a few individuals who started AllAdvantage back in 1998, which gave over $100 million to its users before falling victim to the burst of the internet bubble. Today, the context is much more favorable: The sophistication of on-line commerce, the rapid emergence of communities, the wealth of advertising revenue sources, etc. Isn’t it time you got your share of the Internet?

Don't wait any longer. This is a win-win opportunity, and you’ll make it even more profitable for yourself when you start referring friends and relatives before others get to them! Since I assume you learned about AGLOCO™ thanks to my website, please don’t forget to add my referee ID when signing up: BBL0600. Click here to sign up directly!

* If you heard about AGLOCO™ from someone else please click here to sign up and add their reference number.