Wednesday, August 14, 2013

 

India: Opinions

Jim Rogers: Why I’m shorting India

The hedge fund manager on the financial crisis, his bets for the future and his decision to be extremely negative about India in his just-released book
  
First Published: Tue, Aug 13 2013. 06 26 PM IST
Hedge fund manager and Rogers Holdings chairman Jim Rogers says the main reason for the correction in gold prices, other than the fact that it needed it, was on account of Indian politicians who suddenly blamed their problems on the metal. Photo: Bloomberg
Hedge fund manager and Rogers Holdings chairman Jim Rogers says the main reason for the correction in gold prices, other than the fact that it needed it, was on account of Indian politicians who suddenly blamed their problems on the metal. Photo: Bloomberg
Updated: Tue, Aug 13 2013. 08 15 PM IST
Singapore: Hedge fund manager Jim Rogers, who moved to Singapore in 2007 because he thought the centre of the world is shifting to Asia, says India is set to miss out on the Asian century. The chairman of Rogers Holdings says that if there is one country an individual must visit, it has to be India for its “spectacular sensory feast, beautiful, food, colour and religions”, but it is also the worst country to do business in. Rogers also slammed the Indian government’s recent curbs on gold imports, saying Indian citizens had no choice but to buy the metal because they had very little faith in investing in other sectors of its economy. In an interview, Rogers spoke about the financial crisis and his bets for the future and defended his decision to be extremely negative about India in his just-released book Street Smarts: Adventures on the Road and in the Markets. Edited excerpts:
What lessons have you learnt from the financial crisis that started five years ago and how has your investment mantra changed since then? Can you tell us how your portfolio has changed over the course of this crisis?
Governments and central banks have reacted to the crisis in what they view is the correct manner, but, in my view, it is an artificial manner, and they are only making the crisis worse. The reason it is stretching out as a problem is that they never let the problem cure itself.
For instance, in 2001 and 2002, there were economic problems in the world and they hurt, but they were not that bad. The next one came in 2007-08 and it was much worse because the debt had risen by then. Central banks, especially the American central bank, started printing money and everything felt better for a while. Then the problem came again and central banks led by the Americans, and governments led by the Americans, again ran up even more debt and continue to do so. Many of us feel better, especially the ones getting the money, but, overall, it is worse now and the situation continues to deteriorate because the debt is so much higher now. The next time we have a slowdown, it is going to be a lot worse. In America, the debt quadrupled and a lot of it is garbage—we are floating on an artificial sea of liquidity, and it is wonderful if you are in the right boat.
Problems always come no matter what governments say and we have always had slowdowns in America after every six or seven years even in good times. Be very worried because the next time around, things are going to be much worse, especially in countries where the debt is much higher. In the 1920s and 1930s, the centre of the world moved from the UK to the US, primarily due to financial problems and mistakes made by the politicians. The same thing is happening now, and the centre of the world is moving from the US to Asia, exasperated due to the financial crisis and mistakes made by politicians. In the 1930s, US was a creditor nation, but it suffered badly, but not as badly as some of the European nations. Asia will suffer the next time around, but the West will suffer even more. I would rather be with the creditors than with the countries (that) have huge debts.
Any new reasons why you are shorting India? Have you ever invested in India?
I used to own tourist companies in India at a time. India should have had the greatest tourist companies in the world. If you can only visit one country in your life, my goodness, it should be India—it is an astonishingly spectacular place to visit. There is no place that has the depth of culture that India has. Yes, I have new reasons to short India—just read its newspapers everyday and you will see why.
The government goes from one mistake to another—no matter what the controls are, no matter how much the debt keeps rising, Indian politicians are only looking for scapegoats. Look at the latest thing with gold—Indian politicians want to blame the problems of their economy on someone else, and now it is gold. Gold is not causing India problems, but it is quite the contrary. Exchange controls in India are absurd, the regulations that India puts in place result in foreigners going through 70 loops before they can invest in India. Foreigners cannot invest in commodities in India.
India should have been among the world’s greatest agriculture nations—you have the soil, the people, the weather, but it is astonishing that you have not become one—it is because Indian politicians, in their wisdom, have made it illegal for farmers to own more than five hectares of land. What the hell—can a farmer with just five hectares compete with someone in Australia or Canada? Even if you put together the land in all your family, it is still not possible to compete. Much as I love India, I am not a fan of its government. Every one year, they (Indian government) come up with more reasons for me to be less optimistic about that country.
Do you think India’s democracy is a problem to its success?
I can only make some observations. Japan, Korea, Singapore, China were all one-party states and, in some cases, were very vicious one-party states, but, as they became more prosperous, their people wanted more, demanded more and got more democratic, and they say this is the Asian way.
Greek philosopher Plato in The Republic, says that societies develop from dictatorship to oligarchy to democracy to chaos and then back to dictatorship. Chaos develops out of democracy. This seems to be what is happening in some of the Asian countries.
In the Soviet Union, they did the opposite—they said we will open up and let all people complain and they did. The people there were poor and they complained about being poor and hated the government. When South Korea opened up, the people were rich and they decided to get rid of the government without ruining the place. Taiwan did the same. Democracy being a problem may have credence in some Asian countries. But, I am not sure if India has been really a democracy in the true terms—from 1947 onwards, the opposition has had just one full term at the centre. The first five decades of its democracy, the centre has only seen a government led by a single party.
Power corrupts. Singapore was lucky. There has been plenty of criticism of Singapore’s (founding father) Lee Kuan Yew, and some of them are probably valid, but look at the results. Congo had a dictatorship for a long time, but has nothing to show for it. Singapore had a strong central government and look around you—I did not move to Congo, but I moved to Singapore. So it can go both ways.
In 1947, India was one of the most successful countries in the world relative to others. Even as recently as 1980, India was more successful than China, but then you know how that story turned. It was more successful than South Korea, more successful than most places in Asia—but, for me, it is unfortunate that you have failed to take advantage of some of your most valuable assets. India has some of the smartest people in the world, but it does not have an education system to support it. Infrastructure is equally poor. So, I don’t know if India would have been better without a democracy, and some of the greatest periods in history have been without democracy. But these are just my observations, and it is the Indians who must decide what they want.
What do you think should change in India for it to attract investments? There are several multinationals that have been successful in India despite all its policy and regulatory uncertainties. They have adapted and changed their business practices to suit India.
Yes, but on the other hand, there are not many successful Indian companies, outside those that are associated with the government. Look around in Singapore and you don’t see many Indian products, except for some restaurants. There are very few Indian brands that you would recognize outside India.
In India, many of its companies are successful because of their links with the government. Apart from a couple of software companies, I literally cannot think of Indian firms who have made it big in the international scene. But there are many Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Taiwanese companies that are very big globally. All Indian companies that are successful there are because of their relationship to the government.
If I were an Indian politician, I would make the country’s currency convertible tomorrow and stop deficit spending this afternoon. I would take a chainsaw to government spending as you continue to run up debts, I would free up the economy, especially agriculture, to make India the greatest competitor in this sector. You know, to open a retail outlet in India, even for Indians it is so tough—but for foreigners, it will take years in the current system. You keep companies out of India citing national security—just go to China and there are foreign companies everywhere.
There are millions of entrepreneurial, driven and smart Indians, but most of them want to be abroad because they know that unless they are involved with the right people in India, they are not going to be successful. Fewer than 50% of Indians stay in school till their 12th grade . How many universities are there in India—nothing when compared to the population! There are very good Indian universities, but they are nothing compared to the qualified Indians who need good education. One reason you see so many Indians going abroad is to compete or to get education. It would be such an exciting country to do business, if it were opened up. Historically, it has been an economic power and I would try and restore it to that position. Oxford and Cambridge can fill up all their seats with Indians who would pay their own way.
In your latest book, you have been critical of the numbers put out by the Indian government. I’ll quote from your book: “All growth rate figures are unreliable. It is stupefying to me that India could claim to have a clue to what is going on even in India, much less in China or in the US” or “When it comes to growth rate, Indians base their numbers on what China is reporting, making sure that theirs are better than, or at least in line with, China’s”. But, institutions in India are pretty strong and the numbers, be it GDP or any other put out by the Indian government, are considered to be largely reliable.
All government numbers are suspect. Last week, the US government revised its economic statistics and added a whole economy bigger than the Swedish economy—so America just went up a level in a week because they revised the numbers. I don’t trust what any government says. The Soviet Union used to have great numbers, but they were all made up in offices in Moscow.
I was not just picking on India, but using it as an indicator. If you go back over the last few years, you will see the Indian economy, as per the numbers its government has put out—some of the numbers its government has projected—are comparable with those of China. Then you go see both countries and you’ll realize something is wrong. If India’s growth over the last couple of years was comparable to that of China, where are the schools, the highways, the infrastructure, the housing, where has it all gone?
I was using this to state that we should be very careful about what governments tell us. In one of my books, I’ve come down hard on Germany—the Germans who were supposed to be hardworking and disciplined were also found to be making up some of the numbers they had been reporting related to job creation.
Where is gold headed? When is the good time to buy it? Of late, India has taken a slew of measures to curb its import. Many say that if India were to steeply reduce its import of gold, it will be able to alleviate its current account deficit, which, in turn, would help its economy get back on track?
It is a great question because I too am fascinated with gold and I do own gold. Gold went up 12 years in a row, which is extremely unusual, and there has been no asset in history that has seen something like this. The anomaly in the gold market is how strong it has been—it has never happened ever—technically, gold was overdue for a big correction. But the correction should be different from most corrections because the rise was so different from most rises. I was expecting it to decline and it has.
In my view, the main reason for the correction, other than the fact that it needed it, was on account of Indian politicians who suddenly blamed their problems on gold. The three largest imports to India are crude oil, gold and cooking oil. Since they can’t do anything about crude and vegetable oil, the politicians said India’s problems were because of gold, which, in my view, is totally outrageous.
But like all politicians across the world, the Indians too needed a scapegoat. Is this the reason why gold started correcting? I don’t know. But, India is the largest importer of gold, and whenever the largest buyer cuts back, there will be a correction, whatever is the commodity. The correction may continue for several more weeks, months or even a year or two. A 50% correction is common for commodities, but if gold were to correct 50% before it made its final bottom, that would be between $900-1,000.
In my view, gold is in the process of making a complicated bottom that will last a while. I hope that I am smart enough to buy more near the bottom because gold will go much higher over the next decade, because as I had said earlier, governments across the globe are making mistakes of printing money. When gold went to $1,200, I did buy more. But don’t sell your gold. I am not selling my gold.
If India curbs its gold imports, will its economy be back on track? There is no question that if you have money, it is better to invest it than put it into a stagnant asset—according to this argument, women should not buy dresses or shoes, or we should not be buying houses...the one billion Indians are smarter than the market and also the government. If they see that they are better off putting their money in gold, that is what they will do—the solution is not a ban on gold (import), but to make the economy exciting enough to make people want to put their money into other things. That will be better for the economy, but this is putting the chicken before the egg or the cart before the horse.
In the BRICS (Brazil, Russia, India, China, South Africa) countries, the rising middle class appears to be angry with their respective governments and have been demanding changes, reforms and better living standards. Governments of most BRICS countries—including India and Brazil—are confronted with the youth taking to the streets in protests. Do you think this can derail the emerging markets story?
It could derail, or it could open-up these countries further. If the billion plus people in India demand more and say the current system that is going on since 1947 is absurd, then it might make India a whole lot better. Compared to many of the countries globally, India was on top in 1947, but relatively India has only declined since then. Remember that you move from dictatorship to oligarchy to democracy to chaos—may be they will throw out these absurd oligarchs who rule India and then it may have a vibrant democracy and regain its proper place, its historic place in the globe.

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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

 

Experience with Standard Chartered Bank - Worse than Hell!!

Hi Everyone,

I would like to inform you about the experience I had with one of the "leading" banks in the world.

I am a StanChart Manhattan credit card holder. In Samsung promotional offer called “Own Now”, I bought a Galaxy Tab 2 (Value Rs. 16500) and the payment was made using SC card. I was told I will have a cash back of 15% and the entire amount will need to be paid in EMI (Value Rs. 1350) only.

I availed the offer and currently I am finding that the payment which I made for first statement is not reflecting in the card. I had made a consolidated amount, and with all the KYC rules which banks and RBI mandates, there was no effort from the Stan Chart side to inform me that the payment was to be made for two separate accounts. I would like to know why the double standards in information passing which is only one way – only to bank side and none to the customers.Current statement generated reads an outstanding amount of 1350 along with current month EMI amount and a late charges of Rs 350.


I called up SC customer representative to understand why this happened, and was met with cold response hiding behind the clauses in the statement. When I asked about the cash back, the customer representative cut the call abruptly. There is no worse experience than having to deal with a SC customer care representative.

I will give you a background of the reason why I am so unhappy with SC. In 2010, when I requested for the card and obtained this card, I was called up by the SC customer representative in and took a value addition to the card. I paid Rs. 4100 for that value added services (which was supposed to give me offers and coupons on health, dining etc). The package never reached me, and each time I called up customer care they said it was received by “someone”. I do not understand how that was possible that the courier people give the package to another person than the addressee. There was no attempt even to understand my part of story. Later in 2011, I again was flabbergasted that there was an auto debit of Rs. 4100 from my account and I called the customer care immediately and cancelled the add on. Thankfully, the amount was credited to my account.

I am surprised by the audacity of the bank to conceal everything under the guise of long winded written clauses which does not serve the purpose of informing the customer, rather tries to cover up the flaws in the side of the bank.

I am really frustrated with the service provided by the card issuing bank.


Now for those who will have something else to say, let me put out some other examples and point of views.
1. Those who had a good experience with SC, let me say this, you are paying them well.
2. For those who had bad experience and still say that there was no wrong in the bank's part, let me say this, you are abusing yourself.
3. For those who say that all banks are like this, let me say this, our old banks (the like of Corporation Bank and SBI), though make you suffer a lot before giving you the card or account, never hides anything. The services are almost clear.

I pray those who read this inform others about this double standards from the banks and save the people. It is time that KYC (Know Your Customer) is changed to KYB (Know Your Bank).

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Friday, February 01, 2013

 

Karwar: Start of a memory

North Karnataka or more pleasantly said, Uttar Karnataka is a land which triggers different emotions to different people. Those who actually travel from Bangalore towards the norther borders will curse as well as exclaim during the course of the travel. The land is vast and plain. You will travel on a straight road, as if the road can only end in your destination and the only thing preventing you from seeing that, is the curvature of earth.

My friend, HK had asked me two weeks back whether I was interested in going to Gokarna and Karwar. I said yes, knowing that I had been to Karwar and didn't find it the least interesting. I told that unless he decides soon, I might go to Thrissur. On that Tuesday night, I called him up and asked him if anything was decided - Niet - came the reply. I said, then I will try to book tatkal and go the opposite way (only the relative distance might have changed if they actually went ahead). But what I did fifteen minutes later, maybe defines my group, I called him up and said, I am not going home, plan or no plan.

Wednesday: No plan as of evening. I was chatting with HK and he said, nothing has happened, and I fell asleep. Thurday. Same case until I fell asleep. Then a call(which was dropped) and an SMS - "ALL SET".

We were going on Friday to Karwar by 930 bus -special bus. I didnt have a clue on any of the plans. Didnt know who all were coming even. I told HK I shall leave from office early, and he told me to reach his place by 630. I came to my room at 530 and started packing. The only thing which was more than one was socks and undies. No towells or toothpaste or soap :). My past experience have made me a very light traveller, and sagacious too. HK came and picked me from my place at 630. I reached his place and found another college friend. JD. WTF. He had been back from London last month. WTF (Again). I came to know he went one month late and now this too. Anyway, he had brought Davidoffs :D Thats my brand. And, I came to know that there is one more guy who will be joining us from Silk Board. Didn't know him other than name (and blurred memory from EC dept quintessential interactions), and all those were to be past. Slowly, I came to realise where we are going. We were going to a resort. No more info. I guess nobody had.

We started walking to silk board from where we planned to take a rick or bus. I was in no mood for rick, and inhale all the gasses which even the Nazis would have loved to try out in Auchwitz. Minutes later, it started. I saw a girl coming from opposite. Everyone saw, but my concentration was more over on what was written on her T. LONDON PARIS NEW YORK (maybe) and coudn't read ahead. Aaro paranju, Namitha ennu. Njan aatmagatham paranju, shariyaya comparison. I asked whether that girls name is Namitha. Laughter. Nimittham aayirunnu. Engilum iksha bhodichu. Namitha aanu bhedam. Pinne vazhiyil Namitha-Nimittham muzhuvan analysis aayi. Angane vazhiyil vachu oru Namitha-yude thuda kandu njan paranju, shariyaya broiler chicken kaalu. Appol the Ghengis Khan full attention-il aayi. Aravindakshan started laughing. It was his fetish. Wow. Ghengis Khan is true Mongol. I did not speak much. Pandarakaalan HK unde.

We reached silk board and was waiting for Chinthu aka Chindan. As I said, I didnt know him from anything other than his original name. Guys were saying about him being in Majestic. Anyway, he came, on time. No introductions. I was gathering information. Aravindakshan had already started networking the moment he got into the bus. JD was commenting on the rush. Yevanmarkonnum veettil irunnukoode. Majestic was 40 min far according to Chindan. I didn't think so. Had heard people saying it took them around 2 hrs. Damn. Its already 7. I don't like last min rush. Chindan was to have a good time on this trip. His predictions were gonna come correct half the time (which according to popular conception, was very high average). We reached Anand Rao Circle on time. All set to eat. Everyone was afraid of non veg while on trip. My travellers instinct said, both are equally bad. Better have something which is tasty. Anyway, I went ahead with plan to eat from Adigas or something. Dont remember the name. There was only one Namitha over there. I ordered what I wanted, thinking I will eat less. Aravindakshan aakrantham kaanichu Namitha irikunna table-inte aduthu poyi oru excuse me kaachi. Thirinju polum nokkande aval plate avide vachu angu oru nadatham. Chai kaapi ellam kudichittu poya mathiyille ennu ente manasu. Aval kettilla ennu thonnunnu.

After dinner, we all started walking towards Sea bird office. Appol Chindanu underwear vanganam ennu. Anagane oru sathanam use cheyyathathu kondu veettil illa ennu. Shari. Aravindakshan ettu select cheyyan sahayikkan. Briefs-il avane kazhinju illallo vere aalkar. Njangal boarding point-il vachittu kaanam ennu paranju nadannu thudangi.

We reached one hour earlier. There were gangs going to Goa. And we started. Lesham adhikaprasangangal aayathu kondu muzhuvan ezhuthunilla. An Isusu was our vehicle. Ella multi axle-um Volve alla ennu bodhyapettu JD-kkum Khan Sahib-inum. Khan Sahib pazhaya kuthirakalude aashan aaayathu kondu, atheya ennu paranju sambhashanam nirthi. JD athu athra pidichilla. Ithil enthengilum funda kettanam. Aalochichittum aalochichittum onnum kittande aayeppol adutha Namithaye target cheyyam ennu vachittu aa topic vittu. We were feeling stifled in the office so we came outside. There was a guy, who was behaving like, ehm, not so guy like. Who noticed this, I didn't know because I was getting reinforcements on my observations on North Indain girls' flab. This was pointed out to me by HK. Nobody was interested, so we had other far globally challenging topics to be commentated up on.

Our Isuzu came. I got in after JD and Chindan, which was the biggest mistake I was going to make in the trip. I saw two foreigners, beautiful ladies sitting seats near to theirs. Damn. These girls were really good looking. Anyway, the whole night went looking at them for JD and Chindan. JD for one was looking despondent as it soon will be end of world for him. Me and Gengis were getting realistic, that these things were not meant for us. Well, kittatha munthiringa pulikkum ennathu ethra sheriya. So to say about the photo on right, we did not see that girl anywhere during our trip, nor is she in anyway related to my narrative, although the boat and beach is.Somewhere beyond that you shall see an island, and that is where we were holed up. There is a long winding path to reach there, but people usually take easier sea route. Now for further explanation  we shall stick to the thread of narrative rather than go about like Joyce.




And then came the jolt. Bus stopped for dinner at some hotel. I was carefree as usual. We came out, took couple of water bottles, relieved ourselves of excess water and then stood there for smoke. JD was puffing as if his life ended with each inhalation. Well, it is true, literally and metaphorically. He was going to get married soon and his would be did not know about his habit (most probably will not allow later on also). Thus relaxed, we got in again and made it a point to make less noise. There was little light, I put my hands on my pocket and felt something missing. My credit card was missing. Damn. I was worried. All my carefree-ness went like inflated balloon. Luckily HK had ICICI customer care number. I called them up, knew my details which was required to block the card and was relaxed once again. It was later on that I realized that the place that I was going had no use for credit cards. It took only solid Gandhi's of various colors.

Morning came, we were all up. Chindan took his D-SLR and started shooting randomly which would shame even the columbine guy. Unfortunately, everyone wanted a piece of the action. His camera was took from him very soon by the great Khan who was sitting beside me and we started fooling around. We were not in the ilk of others, who took photos of a single stone in 15 deg perspective and 90 degree angle.  It was only HK who was sane enough to ask where we have to alight and this question he put to Chindan, our tour organiser. He did not know, but Aravindakshan took out his S2 and started Maps. It was supposed to be somewhere on the highway, and we got down a kilometer ahead. It is always hard time for me in morning to be without proper morning ablutions. Unlike others, cigarette for me stops my normal pressure valve working. So I lighted up another and we started. As typical of Malayalis, we decided the best way to reach was "choyichu choyichu povaam".

After an hour of hard walk and inquiring, we reached our Fort abode. 

Now for the rest of the story, do bear with me, for I will need to rake up my memory of two years past. Though I assure you, each memory which still remains is one that is treasured more and the ones that is gone, was never meant to be shared :).

Sunday, May 08, 2011

 

Days of Rememberance


There are days you remember, and there are days which you keep aside. A start like todays would obviously make you feel good for the whole day. So it all started in the morning.

It is a Sunday (still), and Sundays in Bangalore would mostly have a quiz somewhere or the other. Half will be KQA quizzes and the rest – I don’t know. Last night, Raouf called and said that there is a quiz tomorrow, and added in the same breath, be sober! I should have taken it as an insult; I am most sober when I am in the condition he was implying. Bah! Anyway, I hadn’t had a proper binge session in a long time. So on the morning of which I am talking about, I was normal. Woke up normally, done things normally, until something happened. Anyway, it did not last long.

There I was, trying to find where Malleswaram was in Google maps and found it nowhere near BTM, where I have tented up. I didn’t like drooling over the map for long, so I thought that I shall get a Volvo to Majestic and then from there take some bus which goes to Malleswaram. I took my iPod and a Malayalam book, Ente Naadukadathal. I didn’t expect that the book will be mostly redundant throughout the day. I reached the bus stop, and first bus I saw was going to C V Raman Nagar. That is a nice name. I did some mental calculations. Yes, it did add up. I planned my day till 2100 hours in the night  I am a good planner (My friends, please don’t comment on these).

The office by lake
I jumped into the practically empty bus and took a day pass. The bus moved in a leisurely pace. I was not going to read the book. The first place of interest was the Salarpuria Oasis; I made a mental note that I shall be going to that place soon. The bus went through Eijipura signal. Soon I crossed a familiar bridge-over-bridge structure. I was going to Indira Nagar/HAL 2nd Stage. This was where we were struggling to find a wine shop, one particular wine shop which I believe is called ‘Drops’ or something similar, though you get whole jars rather than drops there. So next time, I shall take this route for my neurotic taste buds’ satisfaction. It took a turn towards CMH road, which stands for Chinmaya Mission Hospital road and there was another place of interest for me. The Max Mueller/Goethe Bhavan is situated there. My decision to take this route was being fruitful, till now.

A usual sight at any time in Banglore
That was the good part. The bus took a turn, and my good parts also took a turn towards the dark side. There was a huge traffic block in the 80 feet road near CHM canteen. I assumed this was some Sunday mass or something similar. Rihanna’s ‘Cold case love’ started playing exactly at that moment and I started to play to listen to it more carefully. I do not know why I like her. Maybe there is some obscure similarity with her, or what she sings is something which I want her to hear. I do not know about that, but the bus was going through a very small road. This was the Main Market road which connects to the BEML road. The bus was going true to the name of the brand.

We passed through the BEML area, HAL area and whole lot of GOI owned properties, and I knew I had to get down at one of these sooner so that I can minimize the aftereffects on my purse, but I didn’t. I went through to C V Raman Nagar area. It was the most beautiful place I have seen in Bangalore. There were these really wide roads, absolutely clean and no traffic. On my right was a lake, with a fountain in the middle. There were big glass houses on the other side of the lake (buildings, actually). There was a huge board saying C V Raman Nagar at the end of the road I was passing and it split at 90 deg there. I got down there itself, saying I shall be chose the roads at a later point of time, but now I need to savor the lake. My savoring takes hardly a minute time. I take the auto nearest to me and say, Malleswaram. Autowala asks if he can put gas in Thippasandra. I say yes, knowing that will make me shell out another 20 bucks. Then I am taken through Jeevan Bheema Nagar (of whose another corner I have passed through not so long back with my brother, who had said that he lived there before he became a loyal citizen of the Crown).

You see these too
I was taken through Cubbon road and Raj Bhavan Road and then taken to Central. I do not know if he had taken a longer route or not, but I am not cribbing. It is always good to see places at different times of day and that too without worry of shifting gears. I reached Mantri Mall, the only place I knew in Malleswaram, and by that time, I was angry with someone. It doesn’t take much to anger me. I was thinking of stopping at a relative of mine who I know lives somewhere there. I stopped the auto at another 30 meters once I saw I was in Sempige Road, which was one of the two roads mentioned in the KQA mailer. I paid a princely sum (enough princely for me) and put on the iPod earphones, and started walking.

Malleswaram is a beautiful place. It has a very old touch, nothing of the new age flashiness of the Bangalore which I get to see every day. It has those old style shops, 10 by 10 feet with iron shutters on which only thing missing is a smiling Raj Kumar or Vishnu Vardhan. There were Kancheepuram clad beautiful ladies on either side of road. The air was fresh and everything around felt so fresh. I was not hearing anything around me, but just inhaling the spirit of Bangalore (the real Bangalore as the old timers say). I walked on through the incense smell of a small temple. I walked through the cow dung smelling roads. I walked through the aroma of dosas being prepared. I was walking through the place where people lived. There was one place where I am sure there is a temple, not just because I heard the bells or because I saw the beautiful ladies, but because I felt something different there. The road was dirty but felt clearer than other parts. There was a mini market in that area. I walked on.

Then I had a call from my friend. He was already on the way back to Kerala. I got angrier with the other person. I resumed walking and I saw a vegetarian restaurant. I had to have one plain dosa. The thing with food from hotels is that it’s a treat to watch it being cooked and they smell excellent, but they taste shit. I took it only for the former two reasons, and was ready to forgo the latter. I had my breakfast and got back on the road. Now I was nearing my place, because out of the blue I saw Raouf and Jithin on the other side of road. I joined them towards our common destination.

A short note on what happened afterwards: Jithin and the other quarter CID were the QMs for the day. Raouf had snared a gullible Shamanth and Logic (whose real name I could not get) into letting us be their partners. We soared through the prelims like a B-52 in the Operation Freedom. Finals were good; or rather my partners were good. We finished fourth. And then we went for our Lunch. I was angry to the boot by that time. We went to New Krishna Bhavan and KFC for food. I had trouble with my stomach. I had Mirinda first, and suddenly I remembered someone telling me it is good for stomach. I did not recollect who said it at that moment of time, but now I remember that one of my senior site engineer in my old company said it to me when I had diarrhea. I exchanged it immediately saying that whatever is good for health is not liked by me, another statement said by a dearer person. I had my full and then we decided to part for a drink. My bloody CID partners were not interested in going saying there was a stupid football match (yeah, anything that doesn’t have Brazil primarily, and Argentina, Netherlands, Germany, Italy, African nations, Japan, Australia, England in that order is stupid match itself!) So we decided to split up and I reached home.

There are few times when you know you are wrong and what you are doing is going to be GIGO. I never care, because I have my own algorithm which process things and says what to do (actually, it is as good as a broken Gramophone). It so happened that by the time reached home, I was not in any mood, neither good nor mad: P). I had timed my anger to two different frequencies and both crossed and yet there was something which made me lose it all. Well, Bangalore hasn’t seen me in real sense. I do not want to show, but neither am I feign to hide it.

PS: The person lost a "Celebrations" in my anger :D

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

 

Memories flood...

Coconut trees along salty inland water

Its raining heavily outside. The sound of rain lashing on the doors and windows is a wonderful sound. I do not remember hearing this sound for almost a decade.It is not thunderstorms or sudden natures fury, this is consistent, heavy rain.

Years back, when I was a kid, that is to say when I did not know what a hurricane was or a low pressure in some sea was, I used to think that this was cool, this rains. Well, sea never frightened me. I had been to Kozhikode beach, some other beaches around the place Chavakkad, it was fun - not dangerous. It never occured to me what was frightening lay beyond that. Still, I did not think too much. Later, the stories of hurricanes and natural disasters became fodder for news. It still didn't frighten me.

Maybe it is the lack of interest in such news or the monotony of the reporting that make me stay away from the TV, but it has also made me ignorant about this rain. Why is it raining so heavily? Should I really be asking this? It is good that nature is as it is. Let it rain. Why do we worry when it does not rain? And more worry when it does? Seems like a comedian got it bullseye. The right amount of hotness in a shower is between hot and cold - a few degree below super hot and microns above freaking cold. We want everything the way it is not and wish for something else.

Still, I feel so much at peace looking out of the window, the water filled fields and coconut trees lashing at each other with their arms, it is a beautiful sight. I do not remember many things in my past, but I do remember the trees, I remember the slopes, even the tarred roads, I remember looking out from back seat of car at retreating elephants, so I do remember. Why is it so important to remember formulae and rather remember these things? Fortunately I am able to do both, barely enough to sustain myself in this world.

Rains always brings back memories.. I have many to share.. Would you like to hear?

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Friday, July 16, 2010

 

Phir Mile Sur Mera Tumhara

Core Team Attending Global Voices 2006 Summit ...None of them were included, sadly


When I saw all the thumbs up in FB, I was intrigued to see the new version of beautiful and inspiring National integration piece aired in DD two decades back. I was totally disappointed. Counter to normal nature of mine, I was totally disgusted with this, not finding even some silver linings anywhere in this lo[oo]ng debacle. This doesn't represent India. I was wondering why so many were promoting this video which was more of mish-mash of actors. Anyway, what I couldn't stomach, somebody has split out pretty explicitly. So before going to perhaps I'd better warn for all those with weak brains.

Reaction 1: Please read it patiently.

Reaction 2: My favorite piece.

Reaction 3: For this author has seen the real one.

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Tuesday, July 06, 2010

 

Shaheed Bhagat Singh

The Lahore Tribune's front page on the 25th of...Image via Wikipedia


The place where I found most inspired was at the well at Jalianwala Bagh, historically known as the scene of worst tragedy in the course of Indian independence struggle. At 1000, the place was lit up with morning sun; and all around I could not find anything that was reminding me of the massacre. There were relics and structures which were supposed to remind of the sacrifices made. I reached the martyrs well and suddenly I was taken over by a feeling. This was the well where many people had jumped in to, to save themselves. The well did not have a big mouth and was dark inside. I was feeling what all the relics and structures couldn't tell me. I was reminded of the life of Bhagat Singh, I could feel what Bhagat Singh felt. Bhagat Singh was only 12 years old when this happened. I was surprised why he never felt hatred, but only a desire to live free. I had been living in a free country from my birth. I was brought up where all my thoughts were freely spoken. I have been party to discussions on Nehru, among others, in bad light, not of the person but about their policies and decisions. I have been able to learn about the greatness of these men from these discussions. I have always looked up on Bhagat Singh, the way he conquered his mind and lived free even under the British rule. The well made me look around in a whole different light. I was feeling free. I realized when I had so much given to me by those who lived before me, I should give more to those who come after me. If I could utilize my learning, my life would have some meaning.


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