8 Facts about Me!

I have been tagged by Nandita….here goes….

I have been thinking about this for quite some time now. Probably for all of the 27 years of my existence on this planet. Surprisingly it wasn’t as easy I thought it would be. I guess it’s difficult to mould and cleave the truth to present 8 socially acceptable and impressive facts about oneself. So here it goes 8 facts…. The truth about myself as I know it:

1. I LOVE my name: I love to spell out my whole name-Gautam Prabhakar Begde. I sign out my full name at the smallest opportunity with a flourish worthy enough to put to shame rock stars, sports stars and business tycoons all put together. I love to see my name in print and visualize my name on all the important notices, emails, letters, offices etc. I feel my name gives me some kind of a cosmic edge over everyone else.
2. I LOVE numbers: I love to dazzle people with mathematical calculations. Close friends are targeted most often. Saying something like “If you add 9 to 4743 and multiply the result by 33, u will get the square of 396” gives me a great high.
3. I set impossible targets: I love setting impossible targets for myself. Something like running a half-marathon or trying to be the most well read person among all the people I know. Usually I fail but I end up with a lot more than I had expected.
4. I LOVE the Sea: There is no sight more beautiful than the ocean with its infinite shades of blues and greens all contributing to present a spectacle that man can never replicate. I love the calming effect of the sea, its magical effect of relieving one of all his/her worries and feel one with the world. I love the sea… and loathe people who regard it as just a huge body of sea.
5. I am great fan of sweet corn soup… A Chinese meal or if I can help it any meal is incomplete without it. It’s a habit bordering on the verge of addiction. A friend of mine used to think its extremely endearingJ.
6. I talk a lot to myself…. Even during a conversation with someone, I tend to trail into a conversation with my inner self. Not many people notice this but people close to me find this amusing and sometimes extremely irritating.
7. I strongly believe that Tendulkar batting at his best is as close as we will see God in action.
8. I love pampering people close to me. I like transforming people close to me into imaginary kids that need to be taken care of all the time. It borders on madness… some people will vouch for that.
9. Oops I have come to 9… couldn’t help it…. I love no 9. I think it’s the most balanced number in the number set... Another fact-my destiny number is also 9.

My Biggest Learning

The lights are dim, the AC strong and the conversation incoherent for my unresponsive brain. The stale coffee is my solitary refuge. Why I am doing this? My mind trails off in a chain of random thoughts ranging from my current crush to the BCG Matrix. My few minutes of solitude are broken by a request to do something I don’t even understand. It’s like answering a question when the question is in a language unknown to me. This time around the language is a computer one. I nod and trudge back heavily to my cubicle. It’s going to be an uneasy time... all over again. This is happening far too frequently for my liking. I look at the watch… it will be over soon... I assure myself.

Here I am. My typical work day is summed up in endless java commands and the much to my anguish the omnipresent IE500 error screens.

Flashback a couple of years or even less than that. I am surrounded by theories of manipulating the 4P’s to achieve marketing excellence. My mind absorbs all of what I read and parallelly my heart subconsciously paints a future for me… a life content with selling toothpastes, cola drinks or potato chips. It seems like the perfect picture.
Fate however has other ideas. I finish b-school and end up with code review, code rework; patch installation and loads of excel sheets thrown in for company. Segmentation, Targeting and Positioning strategies are thrown away.

I have two options… sulk or make most of it. Sulking seems easy and comes naturally to me. Wait a minute… the code is running just when I am going to give up.... Some up there likes me. I am finally getting somewhere.

It must be a sign (I am the kind who lives his life by these signs). Its coding that I must do… it seems the correct option.

I have just learned the biggest lesson of my life…. “Unlearning is the biggest learning” Kotler and his theories will always be a bitter-sweet memory.

Sweet Memories!

“Whenever you go for ice-cream, let the lady choose the flavor. That way it’s not just the ice-cream that seems sweet to her”

It was not even in the scheme of things and yet it seemed perfect as it unfolded. For the outside world, it didn’t seem too much. For the two people it was the happiest moment of the day.

Let’s have ice-cream was the unanimous verdict that was reached even before lunch was ordered. Lunch was a delightful combination of great food and each other’s excellent company. The conversation was carried through not just by the words that were spoken.

His mind was in an eternal quandary. Should he finish the lunch fast and move on to ice-cream… something which would bring that beautiful smile onto her already pretty face or eat slow and enjoy few more minutes of her company. The Pasta she was having made up his mind for him… or rather the black pepper seeds in it…. There were far too many of them to let them continue the meal. So the pasta abandoned… they moved onto sweeter things.

She could never make up her mind…. How he liked the confused childlike expression on her face. It seemed to have the magical property of transporting them back to their childhood, when life was so easy, where life seemed complete with just an ice-cream cone in one’s hands.
Narrow your choice down to two… he pleaded to her. She would of course take her time…. And in the end chose her ice-cream and unknowingly influence his also (not that he ever complained… it was always sweeter to eat what she chose for him).

The difficult task over, they found a place to sit in the food court, which was not difficult since most people were back at their desks. Ice-cream then it was for the two out-grown kids in a world of adults. She invariably preferred the ice-cream he chose. He loved this part the most. He would leave the best part for her… always. It seemed the best thing to do… her smile was what he enjoyed the most… the ice-cream by comparison a distant second.

Like unwilling kids, they went back to their desks. But they knew they would meet again…. And there would always be ice-cream and the beautiful time all over again.

Illusions!

It has been an unusual day, an unusual Saturday. I have spent a major part of the day in office and then at the gym. Tired and wary of the sun that that seems to shine at its prickly best even though it’s almost time for it to pass on the baton to the night sky, I seek refuge in the air-conditioned environs of the on campus departmental store.

The strong A/C is enough to numb my senses and ignore the wise adage “Never enter a shop without a list or at least a purpose” and I soon find myself walking the endless aisles lined with products that promise me a “better life”. I succumb eventually and as I turn to the stationery section, I have consumed almost the whole of a high calorie chocolate effectively negating my entire gym session in a matter of minutes.

I turn my attention to the writing material on display. I haven’t had an idea to pen on paper for some time now and yet I’m drawn to it almost for some kind of inspiration.
It’s the name that catches my attention. I ignore it but it seems to be all over the place. Some marketing manager has decided to name a particular series of registers “Illusions”. What an absurd name I think to myself. However on second thoughts it seems extremely appropriate. We do really live in a world of illusions or rather we live our life through a maze of illusions. The meaning of our existence on this planet will always be clouded by the illusions painted for us by the people who chose to live theirs in them. Let’s begin with this piece of writing material itself. Market it as a ladder to success and some gullible student will fall for it, brainwashed that a good academic career ensures success in life. Somewhere down the line he will mistake success for happiness. Thus even before he can understand the meaning of “Illusion”, he would have started living his life in one.

My train of thoughts is interrupted by the store-owner who is looking at me impatiently. Its past closing time. “Do you want anything or you just wanted to enjoy the A/C” his eyes seems to ask me accusingly. I hurriedly buy myself one of THE registers and another of those chocolates. I smile as I do so. Atleast I have worked past one of my illusions..”..I will never be the next Sylvester Stallone”

Where is the Life I wanted?

Each day I am awake with that same feeling
A small part of me is leaving
Each day seems like the end of some beginning
Somewhere in this crowd, it’s my identity that I’m losing

My mind’s full of questions no one seems interested in answering.
Where am I running?
Why am I running?
Where is the life that the glib talking salesmen were selling?

It’s that same empty feeling
The one that seems to have no meaning
The one that cannot be filled by the riches I’m accumulating
Yet I feel it like my own breathing
I fail to fight this empty feeling
It’s that time which I’m longing
When I no longer feel this need of running

I ask for the beautiful moments to freeze
Give myself a few seconds to breathe
But somehow I’m not at ease
Something somewhere disturbs my peace
Why do I hang on to things fleeting as these?

I lie, but never sleep
Not for me those beautiful dreams
I twist and turn
It’s the morning sun I yearn.

And yet morning brings the same old feeling!

Cursed!

Do you believe in the supernatural? Ever had the feeling that some unknown force up there knows all the cards in your hand and deals out the game exactly the way it wishes.

Well I have been feeling this way for some time. It happens with such uncanny knack that I am convinced that some thing out there is working against me. I would like to refer to this force as “CC” for the time being.

It’s a long story… I will begin from the start. The story is more about the house and not so much about me really. I just happen to live there. And that is something that CC doesn’t like I think. We have a beautiful house… tastefully done up, a welcoming patio, small green area in the front and back, a great location, friendly neighbors, a lovely breeze all the time, a wonderful view of the night sky… enough for us to take up the house without much persuasion. It seemed too good really at that time. Little did we know the price we would have to pay for it?

I still remember the day it happened for the first time… we were watching a much awaited India Australia cricket match… and the lights went out… … we missed most of the match including Tendulkar’s masterful innings. We attributed it to our bad luck and thought nothing about it at that time. Little did we know CC had started its work.

Then it happened again… this time the cable connection was lost and we missed the entire match. This happened 2 days in our row…enough to drive me to the verge of madness.

Then CC decided to get meaner…. It allowed us to glimpses of cricket but only when we played at our abysmal lowest. CC was particularly harsh on Sachin…

There is one thing I have to acknowledge… how CC came up with novel ways to deprive us of our dose of the nation’s favorite past time. Sometimes we had no cable connection because the cable got stolen. On other occasions it rained like cats and dogs on match days in places that otherwise are known as mini-Saharas.

The final nail in the coffin came with the World Cup… Ashwin got sent to US on business…which meant he would miss the majority of the world cup, Himanshu is not really the one to sweat about wickets and runs, so technically I was bracing for the full fury of CC. What would CC dish out this time? Volcano? Or perhaps a cyclone in Pune? CC was smart… not one to lift a finger without reason… we just go knocked out in the first round… I could almost picture CC beaming as the last Indian wicket fell.

I have never seen an hour of good cricket ever since I have shifted into our house… CC has won…I no longer watch cricket at home… rather catch glimpses of it standing in front of electronic shops… I think its helping... we are doing better these… we just beat Bangladesh twice over in 2 keenly contested matches…. May be we can make it three in a row…who knows… CC I hope you are not listening.

P.S: For the uninitiated, CC=Cricket Curser.

Old Man and his Birthday Wishes!

I have never seen him, let alone meet him. I don’t know how he looks like. I don’t know how old he is (though I guess he’s old); I don’t know where he stays and what he does for a living. I call him Aba coz that does how I think he wants me address him.

But what I do know is that each year without fail I receive a postcard on my birthday. And it’s the same each year… A brown post card from way out with that same scrawny handwriting and more importantly with that same affection and concern knowing very well that this gesture of his will never be reciprocated. Even the blessings are the same… something to the effect that should I strive to be the best I can each year. He signs off with a characteristic “Tujha Aba”.

I picture a frail but active old man pulling out my name from an ancient diary that he treasures more than anything else in his life, putting on his glasses and looking frantically for my name in a list of names, not sorted by any logical parameter but fondly stored with probably a small anecdote attached with each entry.

I am of course not the only blessed one. Each one in my family receives the old man’s blessings on the birthdays, child births and anniversaries.

Occasionally he calls up people (of course he never calls me up)... only to enquire about the new developments in the family… did Mr X move to Kalyan? Did Mrs D daughter get married? Whats the name of Mr and Mrs B’s son? And such kind of questions.

What is it that keeps him going? I might never know.

Here’s saluting to the man himself… thank you for remembering me all these years.

This year I am thinking of doing an Aba on Aba himself.

I hope I succeed.

Birthday Wish

“Beneath the helmet, under that unruly curly hair, inside the cranium, there is something we don't know, something beyond scientific measure. Something that allows him to soar, to roam a territory of sport that, forget us, even those who are gifted enough to play alongside him cannot even fathom. When he goes out to bat, people switch on their TV sets and switch off their lives” -BBC on Sachin

Dear Sachin,

It must be strange not be a part of the World Cup. It must be strange to be in Mumbai when Barbados is the place you would have died be in at this time. It must be strange that all the fans who probably spent all their waking hours worshipping you, those who skipped offices, colleges and schools just to see you wield that willow and take on the best in the world, those who wished they could see you in person if only in their dreams seem to have deserted you all of a sudden. It must be strange to be ostensibly dropped for the next tour.

Why should the blame of our failure be placed only on your shoulders?

I guess it’s because greatness has its own drawbacks. Lesser mortals can’t understand greatness. Public memory is short. However having said that I do have some complaints. Of late, you don’t seem the same player. You seem to be stifled by some unknown force. I hate those inside edges onto the stump…. I seem to lose a small part of my belief in you every time you make some mediocre bowler seem like a world beater by handing over your wicket by being too circumspect. Why don’t you play freely? Surely we have other players and the pressure on you would be less than before. I am late in posting this but thats exactly the complaint i have with your timimg these days. Why cant you of all people meet the ball solidly in the middle of the bat?

Enough of this of course. I have digressed enough.

Let’s get to the main point now….

Happy Birthday Sachin! Having a rocking year! Let your bat do your talking and silence the critics as it always does. India needs you.

Your supporter forever
Gautam

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

"When was the last time you did something for the first time?” or so goes the saying.

Somehow this quote stuck in my mind which otherwise refuses to hold anything of any great significance these days. And I had to think about the quote seriously however much I tried to bury it beneath other important concerns like predicting the winner of the England Ireland cricket match. Technically I though to myself… I do a lot of new things each day. I even made a list of them.

Teaming up my trousers with a new different pair of socks each day.
Buying fuel from different fuel stations and that too in different denominations each time.
Trying the same food from different caterers in the uber-modern food court of our office.
Drinking the office coffee at different times of the day.

However much I tried to convince myself that the thrill quotient in my life was above average, I knew the truth myself… which was important.

Just when I was thinking of ways to save my otherwise boring life, a friend suggested 2 options… swimming or salsa. Me and Salsa? I can’t see myself waltzing across the dance room and at the same time balancing my partner... all with an expression of consummate ease.

So swimming it is. After 3 weeks, I am not doing too badly. I have bunked only 50% of the lessons and I don’t really drown in the pool. So there it is… new something in my life.

Is Salsa next? I may just suprise myself.

The Day After!

Its some time past lunch on a Saturday afternoon and I am keying these lines on an office machine. Hang on-things can become worse. Out of the two life-support systems in my office, one is away and the other refuses to give me my much required dose of caffeine. I just finished a badly cooked meal that promised to be a Chinese delight but ended up being a cross between a badly cooked pulao and a hurriedly conjured up curry. Wait wait I haven’t finished. I forgot to mention the big one-our team is out of the Cricket World Cup… thanks to some fine display of their true worth.

I thought I would be sad but the truth is I am not… a little hurt or cheated may be… but nothing more than that. Perhaps I have changed... perhaps my priorities have… perhaps my happiness lies elsewhere. I could see that change in me well below our fate in the Cup of Woes was sealed.

I surprised myself yesterday when I happily traded Tendulkar’s batting (ok he didn’t last too long) for an evening of star gazing (the real ones and not the ones that seem to excel in those atrocious 30 sec commercials) and a conversation of beautiful words and beautiful moments that were sadly moments only.

Is this the real me or do I need to wake up? I really don’t know but I guess it doesn’t matter. I guess these lines sum it up for me…..

“As I grow to understand life less and less,
I learn to love it more and more.”

Being at the right place at the right time!

As a kid, i was taught to do all the right things in life with the promise that all that i wanted would follow eventually- a result of my hard work. While i retain most of what was preached to me, of-late i have started thinking whether happiness, success and all that one really runs after in our existence on this planet is really the outcome of our actions. Lately i feel that much of our life is driven by our circumstances. Two people could start at the same point in their life and yet end up in very different stations in life. To many what i am saying may sound like ramblings of a pessismistic soul, the truth is that one must understand that there is only as much that one can do while a large majority of our life is being chosen for us by forces, factors and reasons completely unknown to us.

If i had one wish that could ever be fulfilled, It would be "Being at the right place at the right time".

However as i know, some wishes never come true.......

Truth is stranger than Fiction

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable,
must be the truth.- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I went only because I had time and nothing to do. I had had my fair share of mall-hopping, movies and coffee joints and was generally looking at this as a newest source of entertainment.

A bit of persuasion from my parents and an unusually restless me found myself meandering through the ever-maddening traffic of Pune , climbing the never-ending stairs of a run-down building to reach “The Gateway to my future”. Sounds confusing? Then read on.

Your future is written centuries before you were born and can be decoded by studying your thumb impression. This is what he had to say. The couple of hours of waiting to hear what my future would hold for me were spent in a small room largely unfurnished bar the presence of a TV that blared images of a hapless Australian Cricket team being pummeled by the Kiwis. The difference was almost surreal, the disconnect between the two worlds too difficult to grasp.

Cut to the next scene…. My turns come finally. I see myself in an 8x8 room with the exponent of this art. After explaining me the basis of his theory, he moved on to tell me my future. He asked me a set of questions; some related some not to finally come to the leaf which would have my future written on it. Before that he summed up my personal information for me
Name……
Father’s Name…..
Mother Name….
Age…
Date of Birth…..
Educational Qualifications (along with the specializations)
My job details
And a whole host of other details that my face, attire or demeanor couldn’t possibly betray.

After this he proceeded to lay out my future in front of eyes…. some events seemed probable some not.

I returned home later with a mixed bag of emotions. Partly relieved with the assurance that life has good things in store (or atleast that was promised to me), partly disgusted for having ventured into something like this. But the overwhelming emotion that I carried for the remainder of the day (actually I still carry some of it as I write this) was one of utter helplessness and being slighted by some unknown force that had already planned out my life for me.

Room Mates!

From Left to Right:

Me, Ashwin and Haymes.

The best room-mates and friends one could ask for!

Thank you for putting up with all of my nonsense!

Good Bye Delhi!

I have made a few futile efforts in the past couple of days to pen down my thoughts but somehow my thoughts didn’t translate into words. I almost felt like giving up the idea of writing at all when suddenly I felt the urge to write again. I was talking to a friend of mine and we were discussing a whole host of things under the sky (a beautiful night sky… I think that did some of the trick as well) and then she said something about missing her family and in general missing the things the way they were. I think it was the way that she put it which made me remember a part of my life that I was so wanting to put behind me… for ever.

I was born and brought up in Delhi and somehow loved the idea of flaunting my roots… I loved getting in verbal bouts with my friends from other parts of the country defending Delhi as if it were my personal fiefdom.

If I were a writer I would spend hours describing the roads of Delhi, the beautiful trees that seem to lord over those magnificent bungalows built much before the existence of any one I know was even contemplated, those beautiful winter mornings and that amazingly pleasant sunshine which touches you lightly after a tremendous struggle with the misty fog, the joy of finding the most interesting piece of history in the most unexpected of places.

Then one day, we decided to move out of Delhi forever. I never knew leaving places could be so tough. A part of me was cut away!

But Delhi will remain with me in my memories- those wonderful and carefree years at DPS, that first lie that I told, that first time when I had the guts to speak the truth, that first fight with Rahul at the bus-stop, that first innocent peck on the cheek, that first not so innocent grope in the back seat of a car, those wonderful drives with friends on roads that always led to happiness, the joy of bumping into someone really important at IIC, the momos and fruit beer at Delhi Haat, the corner sweet shop that made the most perfect jalebi, those walks to PVR everyday and so much more

Good Bye Delhi… until we meet again!

The Phoenix

I have always been fascinated by the Phoenix.

phoe·nix also phe·nix (fē'nĭks) n.
Mythology. A bird in Egyptian mythology that lived in the desert for 500 years and then consumed itself by fire, later to rise renewed from its ashes.
A person or thing of unsurpassed excellence or beauty; a paragon

Of all the heroic tales that I have heard or read, the ones in which the protagonist has come up against all odds and proven his mettle under the most trying of conditions have fascinated me the most. I have often wondered whether such tales are limited to mythology or the imagination of those who love to weave beautiful tales out of nowhere.

The Phoenix rose again yesterday…this time from a cricket field. Hitherto trapped under the ashes of bad form, injuries, self-doubt and an accusing public and media, Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar rose like a modern day Phoenix silencing his critics and reassuring his doting fans that he is ready to lead India’s charge in the coming World Cup. The same people who were baying for his blood are now hailing him as India’s only hope in the World Cup. His 41st ODI century and perhaps his most important, has once again placed him in the pantheon of the cricketing greats. The innings showed some glimpsed of the old Tendulkar but more importantly it threw some light on the way we can expect Sachin to play in the future. The innings also demonstrated one of my favorite concepts in marketing-“Repositioning”

Sachin then: Open the innings, go for your shots, bat as many as overs as you can and lay the foundation for a good total.
Sachin now: Come in the middle overs (around 20th), stabilize the innings in case of early hiccups or build on the start given by openers, accelerate towards the end for a good total.

What’s so great in this one would say? Sachin opening or playing in the middle overs? How difficult could that be?
Answer: Very difficult… and that’s why the task was given to the little genius himself. He has taken up the task with all that he has to offer Indian Cricket and yesterday’s innings shows that what he can offer is more than the opposition can handle.


The GOD is here… Long live the GOD.

Confessions of a confused mind...

Arranged Marriage

I am 27 years now… have a great job... not a worry in the world and so people think the natural thing for me to do is to get married. No one asked me for my opinion….. I guess it’s a foregone conclusion. You brush your teeth when you wake up in the morning… in much the same way you get married when the “time” is right. But unfortunately you don’t really have the right to decide when the time is right for you.

“One does need to crib really”-I found myself speaking to my inner soul. At least give it a shot… things can’t be so bad. Being a deadly combo of an electrical engineer with MBA marketing, I set out to analyze the situation at hand.

First Things first…

The Product: that’s me of course in case you didn’t figure it out by now. It’s a bit sad to call oneself a product but then I don’t want to argue with the laws of marketing that have been drilled into my head. I must of course define this product. This is the most important stage in the entire marketing exercise. A bad product has no takers… luckily I am not one. But I also haven’t figured out myself as yet… so let’s skip this step for now.

Now comes the best part- The STP of marketing… for the uninitiated that’s Segmenting, Targeting and Positioning. Now the details of each of these:

Segmenting: This in layman’s language simply means who will want this product. In my case… the question changes to who would like to marry me… I really don’t know the answer to this one… coz I haven’t been married before J… so let’s give this step a miss also.
Targeting: Simply put it means who do I approach… girls of course-and single and unattached ones I guess. Nope I don’t have anything more to say-move on to step 3.
Positioning: My Marketing professor beautifully broke this concept into 4 very simple questions that any idiot would understand and thankfully I was one of them. They go something like this:
Who Am I?
For Whom Am I?
Why am I required?
How Am I better than other?

This step is closely related to defining the product itself... Something that I haven’t done till now… so I skip this step also.


So we have come to the end…. I have enlisted all of the questions and none of the answers. So please wait for all those of you who want to… I have a lot of questions whose answers I still haven’t found.

This Morning!

My senses noticed the pleasant change immediately. As I woke up this morning, I realized that winter was well on its way out and spring was knocking on the door like a long-lost relative anxious to meet his near and dear ones. I am usually not a morning person and it’s not before I have had umpteen cups of coffee that I can hold a sensible conversation with anyone. But today it was different… I was awake and happy…. I got ready listening to “The Eagles” and couldn’t agree more as the song tequila sunrise popped up on my I-pod.

My good cheer kept up with me all the way through the bus-ride to office as I found myself smiling at absolute strangers. The funny part… most of them smiled back with equal enthusiasm. “This is definitely infectious”-I though to myself. Then it was all lost-in almost no time. I entered my cubicle and realized that life would be the same-spring, summer or rain would have no effect on my life here.

It seemed that my good cheer had gone through its complete life-cycle except that it had peaked too fast and abandoned me even faster. Depressed I sat at my chair. Then suddenly I got a call from a dear friend. And then another one asked me if I wanted to have some coffee.

Like I said before….I am not a morning person but coffee and an unexpected call from some one I wanted to talk to usually make my day.

Big Boss

It’s not yet a phenomenon though it’s certainly a rage. At 10 pm weekdays, the entire mass of TV watching population seems to zero in on their favorite for the season. The title song somehow betrays an air of amateurism about the entire show. But I think we need to give the organizers of the show a little more credit…. after all we are talking about India’s first super successful reality show-Big Boss. We have had our share of game-shows and talent shows before but the Indian audience has never quite seen something like this before.

When they first aired the promos for this show, I thought of that wonderful literary creation of George Orwell-1984 and obviously the term “big brother” sprung to my mind. 13 people in one house, actually 13 celebrities (ok minor or forgotten ones atleast) al the mercy of the invisible yet omnipresent Big Boss. Each week, one person is voted out by the audience and the winner gets a huge cash prize. The concept is certainly not unique being the country cousin of the famous show which is making news for all the wrong reason- it’s certainly new to the Indian audience.

My first question “Why would anyone want to watch it?” or let me rephrase it after the huge response the show is getting “Why are people watching it?” There is no one reason or even a single theory that can bind the together the psychology of the TV watching population. Yet I hazard a few answers.

We are sick of the weepy Saas-Bahu serials. We want something new. TV should not be a carbon copy of our life. We watch TV to escape our boring lives.
This is a unique concept hitherto unknown. Never has TV, billed as the least interactive of all media become so interactive. You decide what you want to see or atleast in theory it works that way. Majority wins. TRPs zoom.... Organizers, sponsors and the TV and people see what they want to see… Proactive TV at its best.
Theoretically every second of a person’s life on air. What could be more exciting?
Celebrities revealing their true color on prime-time TV.
The voting system adds to the excitement…. Many talent shows are hosted on TV wherein you can vote for the person you want to support. Contrast this with Big Boss-you vote out the person you dislike. Some insight into the human mind-you are more likely to vote against the person you dislike than vote for the person you like.

I could be wrong on some or all or my theories but what’s important is that it seems like Big Boss has got it just right.

Wishing you all Happy TV watching in 2007 and may the best (oops the least disliked) man/woman win.

Welcome 2007

A very happy New Year to those who stumble across this page! I wish you all a wonderful Bond year full of happiness and success.

I am back to work now. The extended vacation that began with the Thailand trip and ended with a bang around the New Year is now well and truly over and I am back to the mundane task of earning a living. Before I start whining about how boring life is going to get with all the deadlines I will need to meet, let me not forget a few people who made year 2006 a really memorable one for me:

Uttara, Mom and Dad- for being there always especially during the tough times
Omkar-for being the nicest nephew
Ashwin, Haymes - for being great room-mates and more importantly excellent friends
Adi-who introduced me to the world of blogging
Khamkar-for always encouraging me whenever the chips were down and for helping me believe in myself.
Atul-for being the same person even after leaving college
Ajay, Body and Chabbu- for the crazy weekend parties
Meeta-for being the best friend one could ask for and a constant pillar of support (don’t need to write more coz she knows what I mean)

Special thanks for Deepti and PK who arranged a wonderful New Year bash and all those wonderful people who could make it.

Anu-i havent forgotten u! need a separate blog for u :)

Wishes uninhibited!

I have some spare time with myself. Usually i day-dream whenever i get such opportunities but just this once i want to pen down some of my day-dreams. Since i almost always day-dream of wishing that many of the things around me were different from the way they are today... this is going to be a wish list of sorts. And since one wise man once said that one should be uninhibited in wishing for something-u have the title for this post-"Wishes uninhibited".

So here we go

1. The Indian Cricket Team scoring 350+ in the fourth innings to win a test match outside of the Indian subcontinent, preferably at WACA.
2. An India where punctuality is not preceded by "un" everytime.
3. A 100% literate India
3. World-Class airports in India and air-travel a possibility for most indians.
4. Television free from reality shows
5. Books available at half the existing prices.
6. Good motorable roads in Pune.
7. Public Places built with due consideration to the disabled.

The list is in no particular order of preference... just penned down my thoughts as they came to my mind. Will add more soon.. till then back to day-dreaming :)!