Oye, it’s Friday!

Friday afternoon, the Drizzlin / Webchutney offices

Now, Fridays are generally relaxed affairs at the workplace - most client pitches would already have been made and sent in the preceding days; routine work would have long slipped into auto-mode, and all creative brainstorming would be postponed to a Monday – when we arrive ‘recharged’ from a nice weekend break.

But a host of factors set the stage for further fun yesterday, prime among them being the fact that the boss is out on a business trip to Singapore, blissfully unaware of the mischief that his team was upto in his absence.

 

Scene 1: The lunchroom. See how a meal of burgers from McDonald’s is, in an impromptu act of improvisation, turned into a fun game of err, basketball.

And just in case you were wondering, those were ketchup sachets that were being flipped into the ‘basket’

 

Scene 2: 4 in the evening. The girls – Anagha, Rianna and The Intern (also known as Shivani Mathur) declare war against the boys – Robin, Sumeet and Sabir. Watch as the girly gang fight a nasty war with the boys, whose troops are ably led by Captain Chidiya (Robin).

A well-fought war, I must say, and I would know – as sole record-keeper of this terrible battle, I was right there in the war zone, capturing it all for posterity. Thank you, thank you. *humbled by the adulation*

And just in case you were wondering what they were upto: this was a spit-ball fight using rubber-bands as sling-shots. And as the battle heated up, troops resorted to launching’grenade-like’ paper-bombs instead. Creative all the way, I tell you!

A note on casualties: As expected, it was the Intern who bore the brunt of war-time casualties. The highlight of the fight was undoubtedly the time when someone aimed a ketchup sachet at her, and it missed her mouth by a few cms. That scene led to quite a few guffaws and a temporary cease-fire – when it comes to bullying the Intern, we are all wonderfully united.

On marriage

The past few days have been spent in quiet contemplation about matters of the heart (though, some, like my brother, would claim that that’s my perpetual state of being). The trigger – two of my good friends – one, a colleague; and the other, my neighbour; recently got married, and no, not to each other.

Chidiya, better known as Robin Jacob Abraham to the outside world, tied the knot with Sweety Thomas, his girlfriend from his MBA years, on 25 Jan. I remember when he first informed us of the wedding – we were just dawdling in the lunchroom, as is custom, after an uneventful meal. After the initial burst of greetings – ‘Wow, Congratulations man!’ and vigorous back-thumping and handshaking, we sat down to digest the big news. This chidiya was all set to build his own ‘ghosla’. And now, Robin joins that elite minority of married folks at our office. The kind who, perhaps, will start getting a dabba from home.

Chandu, better known as Namita Varma to the outside world (incidentally, her nic for me is the other half of the name of the famous confectioners – ‘Halwai’), tied the knot today, with her beau from Canada – Harminder ‘Tony’ Jit. Theirs was a social-networking romance – Tony, brought up in Canada, bumped into one of Namita’s social profiles online, and the two became friends. One thing led to another, and as of this moment, they both stand happily married – man and wife. 

A cousin from Dad’s side of the family is also all set to get married in a week’s time. His is a case of arranged marriage – the girl is a distant family relation.

And despite the fact that most of the people mentioned here do not even know of the existence of this blog, I would like to use this space to wish them all, from the bottom of my heart, a profoundly happy married life. 

Anyway, with so many marriages occupying my social calendar, is it any wonder that my thoughts should turn to my own checkered love life?  I have been thinking about the past – and all those people who I’ve allowed to mean more to me than they probably expected, or deserved. 

And I’ve been thinking about the future – about where I think it’s all headed. And then I spy my mom’s gmail inbox – flooded with ‘new matches’ from tamilmatrimony. And I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

 

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Abhishek: and wat else is up? hows custard?

Me: custard??

Abhishek: isnt dat ur bfs name?

                     the makapav :p

Me: ??

Abhishek: dat guy naa

Me: kis zamaane ki baat kar raha hai

Abhishek: accha zamana badal gaya hai?

Me: u r so out-of-touch with my life

Abhishek: ab kaun hai, akbar elahabadi?

                      :p

                      well u dont bother to post abt it

                       and only way i know of ur life now is twitter or confuseius

                       we’re siblings 2.0

 

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And a poem dedicated to the newly-weds:

Khalil Gibran on Marriage

Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, Master?
And he answered saying:

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
 

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.


Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Links, links, links!

Cupla links to pass along, and I promise they both make for entertaining reading:

First off – the ‘official’ website of my company is up! Yayy! Chk it out: http://drizzlin.com/index.html

Its a relief, really – we’ve been trying to get the website up for a few months now, but our continuing jinxed relationship with web designers ensured we never saw anything beyond the home page in terms of design. A few bugs still need to be fixed, but we are all glad there’s something up! Besides, now I get to boast of my writing skills. If nothing else, you should check out the text – especially the stuff on the about us-meet the team page. Hilarious, I tell you! And not simply because I wrote it.

If you have feedback, please to let me know. And if you haven’t been too nasty, I shall even consider it seriously.
 

Second off – the Webchutney blog is back! Chk it out: http://www.webchutney.org/

The blog was one of the reasons I had even considered applying to Chutney. That, and the site – they just smacked of so much wit and fun, things I totally approve of! In fact, here’s a little story: I was so carried away by the cool quotient of the site, when I did consider apllying for a vacant post, I created this totally ‘happening’ type CVs – confident that the sheer wit would earn me a place in the company. But when I met Deepak, my then-interviewer and now-boss, I realized with a pang that the jokes seemed to have gone straight past him. And in hindsight, I realize I had reckoned right: Deepak is one of those chaps with a very quirky sense of humor – hardly the audience for my outlandish style of writing :)

Also coming up: my book review of ‘Sea of Poppies’: whenever I do get down to penning it, that is. But here’s a hint: definitely thumbs-up!

The different shades of red

About a couple of weeks back, in a random conversation with a colleague, I happened to mention that airlines should never have been opened up to the private sector. I am sure that sounded blasphemous to him:  a frequent flier, there’s rarely a week that goes by when he isn’t travelling Kingfisher / Jet on official business – and I, on the other hand, avoid air travel like the plague, preferring to travel by good ol’ Indian Railways instead. One would assume that that alone would be enough to disqualify my views from serious consideration, apart from the fact that I was so obviously a crazy Red who was spouting socialist nonsense – the kind that leads protest marches against industry, and stubbornly refuses to usher in reforms. But the fact is, I usually don’t take sides in the capitalism vs. socialism debate, simply because both systems encourage ill-considered behavior that works beautifully in the short term, but come back to bite you in the long.

Why do I bring this argument up suddenly? In my last post, I pointed out how America’s obsession with capitalism led to unchecked, unfettered and ugly finance practices that finally did them in. In a similar way, I am seeing increasing instances of policy decisions that are made by Indian politicians without any eye to practicality and long-term implications. Take the airline example. I have always believed that essential services should be controlled by the State, because as an end – equal distribution of and access to essential commodities and services – it is a noble-enough goal. The primary argument, at least in India, against the public sector is that it is usually a lumbering behemoth, riddled with bureaucracy and ineptitude. The capitalist’s promise instead, is that once we open these sectors to private players, we will see competition-driven efficiency, and nimble companies that will provide the citizenry with efficient service. But reality has been a far cry from these glorious promises.  Let’s take an example.

I am no expert on the aviation scene in India before privatization was ushered in, but I am willing to assume the worst: the national carriers, Air India and Indian Airlines, were presumably disastrous: bad service, late flights, no responsibility or accountability, babudom stamped all over, no managerial independence or efficiency. And then the private players came in, after a bitter privatization battle. With PYT air-hostesses, cushy seats, great management, increased flight frequency and punctuality and world-class service, all the hall-marks of private service. And even later, came the low-cost carriers that ‘revolutionized’ the flying experience.  As the number of airlines entering the fray increased, what followed was a bitter war over fares, with each airline trying to out-do the other in offering low fares to the customer. Of course the customer was overjoyed, and clapped his hands in glee over the boon that privatization truly was. People who had hitherto never dreamed of flying, took to the skies with the ease of a swallow in summer. 

But where are we today? All major airlines are in the red, and have posted losses that run into thousands of crores. The low-fare promise is a thing of the past, and airlines aren’t even willing to pass on fuel subsidies to the customer. As fares increased, airline customers went back to travelling by 2AC trains. And the aviation industry is, reportedly, in a slump. When Jet tried to go about damage control the way most private-sector companies do – by firing staff – they faced stiff employee resistance and it took political goons in the form of MNS to get them to announce that no staff would be fired. Incidentally, or ironically, as you may view it, I was one of those few who actually supported Jet’s move to fire employees. While I hate to see people lose jobs because of stupid decisions their management made in the past (and Jet tops my list of companies with stupid management), I also realize it is only practical (there, that word again!) for them to take any measure, as they deem fit, to get back on their feet again. Even if it involves firing employees. But the employees obviously were the kind who wanted the pay packages and glamour of a private sector airline job, but the job security of a public sector airline. And the political action of the MNS confirmed my view of the short-sightedness of our decisions – we are ok with a company bleeding to death and affecting thousands of jobs and the aviation industry as a whole, than letting a couple thousand employees go jobless. The short term always wins over strategic long term. A lesson we have yet to learn is that pulling dazzling pelvic moves doesn’t always make you Elvis; it sometimes just makes you a loser with a broken hip. Gross analogy as that may be, I think that’s the situation with aviation today.

Now, here’s how I see what went wrong: It is no rocket science to figure out that there is a fixed cost to flying a plane between a set of destinations. And its pure math to figure out how much to charge per customer once you have factored in these fixed operating costs and your profit margin. But where the airline game got risky was when they took the low cost of fuel for granted. In the past, when ATF prices were low, it was feasible to give away dirt cheap airline seats, but as the price of fuel moved upwards, airlines first chose to ignore it, lavishing customers with hefty discounts, steadily losing money on each flight they made. When fuel prices shot up further, the difference was passed on to customers, with the result that air fare became increasingly steep, and airlines could no longer afford to charge 5k on a flight that cost them 8k per passenger. Low cost travel was an illusion fostered by private players to capture market share – however, this illusion came with a price: it leaves a sorry mess of failed airline companies with whopping losses, who are now begging the government for a bailout with taxpayer money. And airline travel, becomes, again, a distant dream for the average Indian.

Could this have been avoided? I think, yes, and here follows my pro-public-sector argument which will undoubtedly irritate most of you, but if you give me patient hearing, you may just see the sense in my argument. In India, despite our attempts to believe otherwise, the poor and the lower-middle-class far outnumber their richer brethren. And I like to think that ensuring affordable travel to this majority is also a State responsibility. We experimented with privatization in the airlines, but what we found was that most airlines, in their blind bid to capture market share, often promote practices that prove unfeasible in the long run. And it is too much to expect a private player, who enters a sector to make profit, to worry about nobler goals such as connectivity and affordable travel.  On the other end of the spectrum, is as good a representative of a public sector unit, in terms of size, operations and reach, as you will ever see – the Indian Railways.

Now, making profits is not the foremost goal of our railway systems. And I doubt if it even makes any – though Lalu claimed that the Railways made a profit of 25,000 crores in 2007-’08. But the Indian Railways has certain ‘duties’ that it can never shirk from – providing affordable travel and ensuring connectivity to all parts of India. Contrast this with private sector airlines – who fly only on profitable routes, and who owe no duty to the public to keep fares realistic. The point is: when it comes to essential services, it is always better to leave the State in control, because the essence of such service is not to post a profit, though that is always welcome, but to provide the benefit of that service to the widest possible range of our population. My personal opinion, as a citizen, is that I am ok with the government-owned Railways or Airlines not posting profit, as long as it serves its purpose: that of providing transport to all segments of our population and all regions of our country – the taxes we citizens pay will more than make up for any revenue that our public sector earns. Unfortunately, the rules that govern the private and public sectors are different: the government is forced to stay on in the aviation sector to service routes that private airlines won’t touch with a 10-foot pole; it bends over backwards to introduce policy changes that benefit these private players and helps them make profit, and yet these miserable dolts mis-manage and bring in losses to such an extent that they are forced to go to the very same Government with begging bowls to finance them with our hard-earned taxpayer money.

But the stiffest opposition to government control, though it seems the more sensible option, comes from people who fear babudom will take over, and bring down the overall efficiency of the system. But we often forget that it takes an active citizenry to clean up a political mess. As voters, we do have the power to reward or punish policy-making – putting in accountable airline management and having them account for public funds and initiatives, is very much within the realm of our rights as citizens. But hailing the private sector simply because our citizens are too lazy to demand responsible governance, well, that’s just foolish. I would rather beat the national carriers into reasonable shape and get them to perform, than invite profit-seeking players to trample all over and leave us to do the cleaning-up act.

Weekend Reading

So I realized my blog posts didn’t have to be long, rambling posts that absolutely always had to make a point. Its my life and my blog, dammit. So its ok to be pointless every once in a while.

Anyway, its been a really, really good weekend for me so far – I managed to pick up two very good books from the library – ‘Sea of Poppies’ by Amitav Ghosh, and ‘He’s just not that into you’ by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo. I know its a bit stupid to bandy a book about long after the general hysteria around it has died down, but I think I managed to get hold of Ghosh’s book in a decent-enough time-frame since its release. You can definitely expect a book review on that one – just, you know, because I think my opinion counts :)

The second book is actually more of the (I know, I know – eeeks!) self-help kind. The premise of the book is that there’s scores of women out there who simply don’t get it when a guy is simply not that serious about them – the kind that keep doing a mental replay of what he said, how he said it, why he didn’t call, why he did call and hung up so soon.. you know, the kind of issues women are always discussing amongst themselves. I picked up the book because it is right away apparent that it is HILARIOUS, and also because I thought I could do with some objective advice (and with two ‘hey, how ’bout coffee’ suggestions from my end being shot down rather unceremoniously in the past, I can very well do with some advice). No book review for this one, but it promises to make for some light, entertaining reading – and of course, I am hoping the insights I will glean will make me that much more smarter in the dating department.

Of course, there’s also Nandan Nilekani’s ‘Imagining India‘, which I keep reading on and off. The chapters in the book are essay-ish, and each chapter deals with a different topic – so its easy to pick up where you left off.

In other news – was reading an article in the Mint the other day – ‘Israel’s Gaza Venture Strikes a Chord with India‘. I kinda support Israel’s military action in Gaza, so the article made for interesting reading. Times Now too carries interesting coverage – there’s this particular journalist, Hector something-or-the-other, who’s doing a great job in covering the Israeli strikes. Its always nice to see a good journalist in action, though its easy to forget the jorunalist’s name :) (sheepish grin)

In other, other news – What the hell is LK Advani trying to prove through his blog and on Twitter? Inspired by Obama, are we? sheesh. If the BJP is hoping to win the favor of the youth in this country, getting an 81-yr-old to blog and tweet isn’t the best way to go about it, y’know. We aren’t idiots for chrissakes. And we don’t vote simply because we think the old man ‘gets it’. My advice – just go get yourselves a younger leader who talks development and economy – and who doesn’t come with emotional baggage from an era before most of us were even born.

Why India won’t see a sub-prime crisis

On his blog, TT Ram Mohan, a professor at IIM-A, points to a Wall Street Journal article describing how YV Reddy, former Governor of the RBI, ‘made the difference between the banking scenario in the US and that in India.’ The article describes a series of measures that Reddy had introduced when he perceived the early warning signals from the US economy, including banning the use of bank loans for purchase of raw land (to keep the housing bubble under control), limiting securitizations, and upping the cash reserve ratio for banks.

I read the article with interest – I am no economist, but I have long held the view that India is very lucky to have watchdogs in the form of the RBI, an institution that I look up to with quite a bit of reverence. It may seem unusual for a 23-year-old to have any sort of credible economic opinion, but some of this reverence dates back to the time I began reading ‘Liar’s Poker’ by Michael Lewis – a superb book, and one that is highly recommended reading if you are looking to understand the origins of the housing crisis in the US. For the purposes of simplicity, and to quickly arrive at the point of this post, I shall do away with a comprehensive description of the book, and only take up those points that held my interest: back then, home loans in the US were made pretty much the way they continue to be made in India – your local S&L (savings and lending) bank sized you up for a loan eligibility, and only after they were convinced you could afford the loan, did they part with the money. In turn, you would write them monthly checks against your loan balance, and slowly, but surely, pay off the loan, while the bank held your property in lien, to ensure there were no defaults in payment.

However, there were two ‘issues’ with this system: a) defaults in payment were borne by the bank itself, and such loans became liabilities in their records, and b) the banks often had only limited lending power – therefore, they had to be extra careful about who they lent money to, to ensure that the few loans they made were ‘quality’ loans and bore little chances of default.

What Lewis Ranieri and Co. effectively did, as described in the book, was to turn this problem on its head and create a money-spinning machinery for Wall Street, re-writing the rules of home-loan-lending in the bargain. Here’s what happened: home loans, which were earlier borne on the individual records of banks, were bundled together based on different parameters such as loan amount, duration, interest rates, etc, securitized and sold to investors the way company equity is sold in the markets. This scheme attracted its share of criticism in the initial stages – especially since the returns were dependent on diligent EMI payments by homeowners – but they soon caught on after Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, two quasi-federal regulatory bodies started guaranteeing these loans. Thus, any investor who bought these securities (a bunch of home loans clubbed together) was guaranteed payment by the US Government in the event of a default by the homeowner. With risks reduced, trading in home loans became ‘the’ money-spinning trick of the season.

What this did for the local banks that made these loans: a ) the liability of a default in payment was transferred from the bank to the investor, and in case, the loan was backed by the faith of the US government , to the government itself. This made banks more reckless with who they lent money to, since they didn’t bear the eventual pinch in case of a default, and b) it opened up wells of funding for the banks – with investors waiting to snap up these securities, money ceased to be a problem for the banks – they relaxed their earlier high standards for lending, and gave away money without investigating credit history and with no proper property evaluation.

What did this for the US economy: people who were hitherto not eligible for loans, suddenly had banks wooing them, trying to sell them loans at impossibly low rates, and with negligible background verification. When loans were available at such attractive rates, demand for housing went up, and consequently, property value also went up, to reflect the rise in demand.

This is exactly the sort of irresponsible lending that gave way to the housing crisis in the US.

I have always preached treading on the cautious side, and two things irk me about most people I meet: their obsession with ‘playing’ in the stock markets, and their extremely ill-informed and stubborn mindset that ‘property always appreciates in value’. The first, I believe, is directly linked to most of the economic woes being suffered by the global community – public funding of industries was a way for promising entrepreneurs to tap into funds to set up their ventures, but this has snow-balled into reckless gambling – compounded by the ‘herd mentality’ of investors. Even baseless rumors get blown out of proportion and trigger panic-selling that can bring giant companies to their knees. But more on that in a separate post. The second, and equally serious, is the myth that the value of a property can never go down. And it is exactly this combination of reckless behavior that caused the current economic crisis.

As described above, when banks started lending to people without bothering to check their credit history, the inevitable happened: people started defaulting on loans. This bunch of defaulters usually were from the sub-prime lot: the ‘prime’ lot were borrowers who had good credit histories and were diligent in paying back their loans; the ‘sub-prime’ were those (especially from the minority communities) who had been made loans without proper verification. At around this time, the property rates in the US, which had so far floated along on a bubble, began leveling. People who had counted on property rates going up, found that they owed more on their mortgage than their property was worth, thus leaving them in a deficit. Thus, people further began defaulting on their outstanding loans, and banks were left in a quandary: when people chose not to pay back their loans, banks had no option but to start foreclosure proceedings on such properties, but with property rates fast dipping, the banks recovered far less than they had lent. This resultant loss position of course, made investors jittery – they were already holding on to securities that were proving unfeasible, and no-one wanted to put more good money after bad. In fact, most investors wouldn’t touch these securities with a 10-feet pole. Loans that had been guaranteed by the US government were of course safe, but the government realized that it had been caught in an ugly situation – by guaranteeing those loans, it had taken on a massive debt, and as the number of defaulting loans grew, the government’s debt position grew worse.

And here’s why we in India should be grateful: the home loans made by our banks are borne on their individual records, which makes them that much more careful about who they lend to. If, like the US, our home loans had been securitized and put at the mercy of idiot investors, we would be much in the situation that the US is in right now. And when there is looming danger of a bubble, the RBI, as described in the WSJ article, steps in and controls the supply of money, to ensure people aren’t spending more than they should be. And, the point is, when you are dealing with something as important as people’s homes, the major investment in most people’s lives, I would rather the process was regulated by knowledgeable folks at the RBI than by the whims and fancies of some 20-yr-old rich brat who’s looking to invest his pocket money in the markets.

Headlines Today

The headlines in this morning’s issue of the Times of India (Sunday, 10 August) read ‘Murder at Olympics.’ My curiosity was piqued – just the other day, I had read about bad blood between the US and Australia teams for some women’s sport (basketball, I think). And the Australian captain had warned viewers to expect some blood to spill – I had assumed she had been speaking metaphorically of course. And my first reaction on seeing the headline was, ‘Oh no! That Australian lady has killed someone.’ My curiosity was replaced with a mixture of sheepishness, incredulity and no small amount of ire when I realized that the ‘Olympic murder’ being referred to was that of the father-in-law of the coach of the US Women’s Volleyball team. And yes, I had to read twice too, to figure out just who had been killed, and what his relation with the Olympics was.

Sure, I feel bad that the guy died, but tracing his convoluted connection to the Olympics and publishing it as Front Page news is sensational journalism at its worst. Shame on you, TOI!

Trekking trips and life lessons

Last Saturday, a bunch of us from office went trekking at Mt. Kalsubhai, near Igatpuri. I was hoping my colleague, Robin, would put together a post on the trek at his blog, so I could simply link to it and add a few of my own comments. But no such luck. Robin has decided to do a review of ‘Singh is Kinng’ instead, leaving me to do all the hard work myself.

The plan initially was to go to Bhandardhara, about 35 kms away from Igatpuri (and 180 kms from Mumbai) – the waterfalls out there were the primary attraction. I thought that would be an ideal thing to do in the rains – go someplace nice, with lots of natural beauty, enjoy the waterfalls, return to the resort to piping hot meals, and laze around a bit – my idea of a dream vacation. But Deepak, our boss, soon convinced us that trekking at Kalsubhai was a better option. I was a little skeptical at first, which is my usual reaction to any activity that requires physical exertion on my part. But I had never attempted trekking before; this, and a misplaced sense of adventure, led me to fall in with the trekking plans.

We left office a bit early on Friday evening to shop around for some trek essentials – I purchased a pair of electric blue Reebok shoes, and I totally adore them now. We also bought a lot of dry snacks to carry on the way – chocolates, chips, fruit juice and biscuits. We didn’t realize it at the time, but we ended up buying way too much stuff – we lugged that stuff up a hill, and then down, untouched.

Ours was going to be a one-day trip; we were to leave in the morning and return by night, as opposed to the original plan of staying at Bhandardhara overnight. As there was to be no accommodation expense, we decided to splurge on travel instead – and hired a car (a Tavera) to take us there, and bring us back.

The driver assigned to us was (surprise! surprise!) extremely incompetent – he arrived about an hour late, and managed to get us lost even before we were out of city limits – instead of driving on to Kalyan from Thane and then hitting the Nashik Hwy, he started driving in the opposite direction – towards Mantralaya. Robin and Deepak are both from Delhi and understandably unfamiliar with the geography, and all I really know about Mumbai is limited to places on its Western Rly network – Virar to Churchgate, and a teeny, weeny bit about getting to Thane from Borivli. But we all knew that Kalyan and Mantralaya were diametrically opposite to each other on a map, and driving towards Mantralaya would not get us to Kalyan. So we asked around and eventually managed to get on to the Nashik Highway. We were already a couple of hours behind schedule, and encountered a massive traffic jam near Karjat. We lost more time there, and reached Bari village, at the base of Kalsubhai, only at 1.30pm – a good 3 and a half hours behind schedule.

 

The sight that met us at Bari evoked mixed reactions, I must add – about a 100 school kids were camped all around, having lunch, evidently just back from a trekking expedition themselves. Their clothes were wet and clung to their bodies – and their jeans were splattered with mud. I rejoiced inwardly – if a bunch of school children had managed to trek their way up and had returned with no obvious casualties, then the trek wasn’t going to be as challenging as I had started to fear it would be. The guys were obviously disappointed – there’s no fun scaling summits that even ordinary school children could. But we decided to go ahead and explore.

And I shall not dwell on what happened next in too much detail – I have spent considerable time already typing the above – but here are a few things that I learnt on the trip that I think would be of value to anyone contemplating such a trip themselves.

- Trekking during the monsoons is not a very good idea – especially if it happens to be your first trekking trip. The steep slopes, coupled with gooey mud and wet, slippery paths, make for treacherous climbing. I myself slipped once, and ended up with bruises on my wrists and my palm, and mud splattered all across my windcheater and pants.

- Avoid trekking altogether if you were never the active, out-doorsy sort, like yours truly. And it didn’t help matters that Deepak was a trekking superstar of sorts (I suspect he was a billy goat in some former life). So he would quickly amble up steep slopes and make it look effortless, while I was always at the rear, huffing and puffing, and suspecting I would die of a cardiac arrest any moment.

- Know your limits: I did a decent job of climbing up the first phase of the hill, and with a bit of panting and cursing and stopping every few minutes to give rest to my furiously-beating heart, did make it across the second phase as well. But I knew the third phase was much more steep – I had read on the internet that there was this gigantic, flat rock that had to be crossed at a 90 degree angle on metallic ladders built for the purpose. Sense prevailed. I dropped off, and asked the guys to carry on by themselves, while I admired the spectacular views of the valley from the second level. Which turned out to be a good thing, because the guys later reported that even they had trouble with the steep slopes.

So I parked myself on a nice grassy spot, and the whole valley was spread out before me. I could spot atleast a dozen waterfalls on nearby hills, and it was a beautiful thing – the gentle drizzle, the silence, and the verdant hillside.

I was also feeling a bit bad that I couldn’t make it to the summit of the hill – in my overly dramatic fashion, I assumed this to be a metaphor for my own life – an indicator that I would never make it to the top of anything because I lacked the drive and the energy. I thought to myself: while others make their swift climb to the top, you’d always be stuck here at the bottom, content with admiring the scenery.

And as I sat there ruminating over this, I suddenly recalled a TLC song that I used to listen to quite often as a kid; the song is called ‘Waterfalls’ and in that moment, it afforded me great consolation:

‘Don’t go chasing waterfalls
Please stick to the rivers and lakes that you’re used to
I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothing at all
But I think you’re moving too fast’

I didn’t feel like a loser then, and I was congratulating my mind for coming up with such an apt song when I was most in need of encouragement. But , when I came home and googled up the lyrics of the song, I discovered, to my dismay, that the song was meant in a whole different context altogether. But I shall pretend I didn’t notice.

Sigh.. nostalgia!

I was checking one of my e-mail accounts after a long, long time, deleting all the rubbish mails that are habitually sent my way. And in the process, came across a few mails that carried some of the work I had done for my former organization, CFCI, when I had been in their Corporate Communications department. Those were really good days, in hindsight. I used to work with an extremely talented web-designer, Sarvajit, who despite being attached to the ITS department, had become an unofficial member of the Corp Comm team. And I thought we formed a brilliant team – whenever there was any internal communications campaign to be executed, I would come up with the copy, and she would do the design – photoshop, flash, whatever.

In fact, we got to be so good, I did away with my ad agency for all interanal comm. solutions – those guys were ripping us off in any case, charging a minimum 5g for any creative work. And their work wasn’t even that brilliant. And my fondness for scandalous copy made me rather popular (unfortunately, most internal comm. usually revolved around HR communications.. and if anyone has worked with HR, they would vouch for the fact that those guys don’t have a sense of humor). Quite a few things did eventually get published, and won me rave reviews.. a few never made it past HR (it never helps when the boss of corp. comm. is also boss of HR).

Here are some of the images I found (and I suppose its ok to share this with the world.. they never got published in any case).  And hey, if you are thinking about copying these ideas, I am totally ok with that, but let me know what you’ve done with them will ya?

Image 1: So, HR was running this internal campaign to spread awareness about a few amended policies. I loved this particular poster, unfortunately, HR didn’t find it funny (surprise! surprise!)

Images 2, 3, 4 and 5 : Snapshots of an informal, welcome brochure I had wanted to roll-out for new recruits. This too was never published, probably because the C-suite usually prefers corporate spiel in its brochures, never mind if no one reads the damn brochure. I have purposely deleted some of the other pages, which give away information about the company / its systems.

(Click on these images to enlarge)

Sigh.. nostalgia!

Now you know what others think about your job..

A cousin drew my attention to the job vacancy my company had posted on agencyfaqs! for its Delhi offices. The vacancy is for a position that is similar to mine; the only difference is that the person would have to work out of Delhi. I was going through the job profile out of sheer curiosity when I came across this –

‘We need an online junkie, basically. A geek who is addicted to the web would work perfectly.’ Needless to say, I don’t feel very flattered. And for the record, I am NOT a geek addicted to the web. I am more the kind of person who pokes fun at geeks addicted to the web. Sigh. Karma, I guess.