My modus operendi

I believe in doing my job well.This apart, I am indifferent on most issues and irreverent to most people. I normally do what I feel like doing, although on most occasions I know what would have been right for me.

How safe is india

>In india its the probability that keeps us going. There are so many things that can (and do) go wrong, but the vastness of sample space of people who can get hit,keeps us safe .

Hay Done !!

Australians have yet again committed the mistake that almost took away their test crown. Pushing out iconic players ,when you don't have half worthy replacements. Agreed that old Mat was out of form for a while. But he was still good enough for the english series. He has a formidable record against the pommies, and his ouster would certainly evoke a sigh of relief from Harmison brigade(which should rather be called Flintoff brigade, considering the past 2-3 years). Aussie bowling has still not recuperated from the departure of Warne and Mcgrath. And the batting line, which would have so liked the services of the old bully, is now left open for new comers. Ponting, head and shoulders ahead of his contemporaries, is the last of the fabulous players still standing.

Meanwhile, even as he is hated in India for the various infuriating deeds he has performed,lets not miss this opportunity to hail one most decisive opening batsman of his times on his retirement.His stepping down cover drive, the wristy on drive, and those magnificent hook/pull would be sorely missed. By the Aussies, that is.

Good one from Faraz

This is such a simple one. Yet so beautiful.



Bhaley Dinno Ki Baat Hai, Bhalee Si Ek Shakal Thee
Na Yeh Kay Husney Taam Ho, Na Deykhney Main Aam Si

Na Yeh Kay Woh Challey Tu Kehkashaan Si Rahaguzer Lagey
Mager! Woh Saath Ho tu Phir Bhala Bhala Safer Lagey

Koi Bhi Ruth Ho Us Ki Chabh,Fiza Ka Rang Roop Thi
Woh Germioon Ki Chanoon thi, Woh Serdioon Ki Dhoop Thi

Na Muddatoon Juda Rahey, Na Sath Subhoo Shaam Ho
Na Rishtaey Wafa Pey Zid, Na Yeh kay Uzn-e-Aam Ho

Na itni Khush Libasiaan kay Sadgi Gila Keray
Na itni Bey Takkallufee Kay Aaiena Ha'ya Keray

Na Aashiqee Junnoon Ki, Kay Zindagi Azzab Ho
Na iskader Suppurdgi Kay Dosti Kharab Ho

Khabhi tu Baat Bhi Khafi, Kabhi Sukoot Bhi Sukhan
Khabhi tu Kashtey Zaafraan, Khabhi Udasioon Ka Ban

Suna Hai Ek Umr Hai, Mulaqat-e-Dil Ki Bhi
Wisaley Jaan Fiza Tu Kya, Firaq-e-Jaan Gusal Ki Bhi

So Ek Roz Kya Hoa, Wafa Pey Behas Chhir Gayee
Main Ishq Ko Amer Kahoon, Woh Mayri Zid say Chirh Gayee

Main Ishq Ka Aseer Tha, Woh Ishq Ko Qaffas Kahey
Kay Umr Bher Kay Sath Ko Badterrez Hawas Kahey

Main Koi Painting Nahee Jo Kisi Kay Frame Main Rahoon
Wohi Jo Mann Ka Meet Ho Usi Kay Prem Main Rahoon

Tumhari Sooch Jo Bhi Ho, Main is Meezaj Ki Nahee
Mujhey Wafa Say Bair Hey, Yeh Baat Aaj Ki Nahee

Na Us Ko Mujh Pey Maan Tha, Na Mujhko Us Pey Zaam Hi
Jab Ehad Hi Koi Na Ho, Tu Kya Gham-e-Shikastgi

So Apna Apna Raasta Hansi Khushi Badal Dia
Woh Apni Rah Chall Peri Main Apni Rah Chall Dia

Bhali Si Ek Shakal Thi, Bhalee Si Us Ki Doosti
Ab Us Ki Yaad Raat Din, Nahee !!!Mager,,, Kabhee Kabhee

Satyam saga!!

The satyam saga takes a nasty turn. This time,its born again conscience of its chairman Raju, that made him to write to board about the cash on books (and even accrued interest on it) that wasn't there. A shocking admission of such fraud, sitting over the (relatively) minor corporate governance issue, has sent the stock to the crest, which now trades at around 47, a beautiful fall of 72%. Interestingly this means that satyam is now available at an enterprise value of 3000 crores, lesser than its quarterly revenue ! And at .44 times its book value. The fictional value that is.The letter mr Raju sent to the board makes interesting reading and can be read here

One wonders whether this is the end of the beginning , o r a fresh beginning all together ! The dust does not accumulate on just one of the carpets, and plenty of moths might get discovered from here. Now analysts will have serious reservations about the amount of cash that companies report on balance sheets. As if there was any less crisis of confidence in the market.

New home!

After a lot of procrastination, I have finally moved my blog to a more customizable location. I hope to be a little more regular with posts this time around. My older blog stays where it was(the link at the bottom of this page). I would not be updating it though. If there would be any more action, this would be the place for it. Have shifted(read copy pasted) a few of the older posts though , just to acclimatize (and explore) the new environment.

A midsummers day

It was one of those summer days which masquerades as a cloudy one,just to draw people out to their perdition, much like Warne tossing up the ball to gullible batsman. I was not fully comitted to the shot and hence was just sitting in the gallery watching the series of unfortunate (read on) events. It was a pigeon's nest , in my neighbour's gallery, which had been discovered by a crow. The pigeon's young one, in such an age where defying parenteral instruction begins, had come out of the nest , not enchanted by weather but by the mightier enchantress, adolescence. The crow spotted it and licked his equivalent of lips. Down he came to the kiddie. The poor soul, draped in just a modicum of fur was not much of a job for the crow's mighty beak.A hit or two , and he laid dead on the boundry wall of the gallery, facing the sun,perhaps complaining why it all happened to him. The crow started pecking it frentically, there wasn't much to be eaten anyway. But then something remarkable happened. Mr and mrs pigeon returned, and attacked the crow. They both took turns and barraged the raven with sorties. It was valiance at its best. The crow had to retreat to the nearby electrical wires. He thought that enough is enough. He gave cries to birds of his feather , and soon there were crows everywhere. By now , there were enough pigeons as well, but they had to withdraw thanks to superior opponent, any way there was no hope left to salvage what remained of their offspring. The crows could not enjoy their kill eaither. In their bid to tear it, the little pigeon fell from the gallery and was sfitly devoured by a dog passing by, who had become interested in the action, thanks to noice made by the crows. I just kept watching, reembering athe poem 'Lizard' by Nissim Ezekial which i studied in school.

Meanwhile , some thing as ghoulish if not more was going on TV. They were showing 'Hum tumhare hai sanam' for the umpteenth time. In the begining itself they gave signals of what would follow. Aloknath, with his eyebrows crossed and mouth agape in characteristic reversed crecent shape, refused to spend money to save his son-in-law, as the money belonged to shahrukh, of whose proprty he was mere caretaker. His daughter predicltably severs ties with him and shifts to some ramskacle house.There she and her brood discovered an orphan. Young madhuri , in her sweet( as in pouring hot 'chashni' in your ears, literally)voice asks 'tumhara naam kya hai'. When the poor guy says he has no name as there is no one who would call him, the young girl says in even sweeter(and hotter, to the ears) voice 'aaj se mein tumhe sooraj keh kar bulaoongi' .Just one frame it took her to 'mother' him and smother the viewer. To add sugar to burns(sugar is mightier than salt), aruna irani says 'aaj se tu hamare sath rahega'! I was too terrorised to leave my seat or even change. IN the mean time all the kids grew in a very small no of frames. Our sugarOverDose (java naming convention) also discoverd that her fondly christened 'friend' is a good singer. So after those few frames, he actually grows into a singer,his being salman notwithstanding. Our sugar babe too has grown into madhuri (over age though) and landed straigt into temple , praying for the success of her friend cum baby.The god, much like the worldly being he created is very kind to beautiful ladies, and hence a flower drops in her lap from the blues.The very next frame , we are at a stage show where a dance cum song is on, with an aging salman in funny costume, is singing a song with even funnier lyrics.Our sugar doll reaches just in time to cheer him in a very cacophonous way and to catch what he throws.The audience is left to take exception. More on this epic later.