I live to dream

Its time!!!!!

2010-12-01T14:28:00.001+05:30

A few issues have been debated among ourselves for a long time. Its time we decide to look those issues analytically and take a side.

Its time we realize that the education system in India cannot be compared to U.S India is still a developing nation and there is left a lot to be desired in terms of how we manage our country. We are brought up as bookworms. We might not have the time to get our feet in the society and sometimes our paths might have varied from our childhood dreams. Still, It is our educations system that has brought us here (techies). Its gets us paid. So for god sake, don’t crib about it.

Its time to accept the fact that population is one of our major strengths. We are not weak because of our population. We are dictating terms due to it. Every major company now has development zones in India and products are being prioritized for our needs. Why do we celebrate diwali in San jose? Why do we play cricket in San jose? Why do we have temples all over the world?

Its time to mature. What does desi mean? How does it matter if you work with desis? . We don’t want to go to places, which are filled with Indians even though we have grown around them. We compare ourselves with every other Indian we can think of. We don’t smile at them. Its time to grow up. The fact that person has earned his rightful place in the society should be buried inside our mind. If that happens, we won’t care about what race is around us and would care about our goals.

Its time we care. The purpose of life is bigger than earning money, building houses, buyng cars and creating a wealth for family. It is to create an impact in someone else’s life. Its time to share. If we stop cribbing about how bad our country is and start contributing in a way to improve others lives, we can make an impact. We can change from being the race that cribs about life and moves on to a race that lifted an entire country.

Its time to accept that if we are not ready to put in any form of effort to improve our country in any way whatsoever, we should shut our mouths and not worry about it. It doesn’t make any sense to cry when we don’t care.

Its time to choose a side and move on!!!!!!!!

Like I care or do I?

2010-02-01T19:09:00.001+05:30

Like I care or do I?

It's taken some time to identify the real me. There are times when you want to potray the real "YOU" somewhere. Read down.

What do I chase?
"Its money, nothing else". Oh common, dont go all sentimental and start saying that you are different (If you are so, take a bow). I am not talking about anyone. I am from an ordinary middle class and I want my next meal to be secure(of course, a little luxury doesnt hurt). Work place or Company doesnt matter. All I need is money and I am chasing it as fast as I can.

Will I be satisfied?
No. Hell no. Wherever I go or whatever job I do, I can always refer to my friend or if not possible, to anyone else who I think has the same qualification as me and gets a lot more money that I do. I do think that he is plain lucky to be there and I do think that it is "GOD" who has not given me my fair share of luck.

Identity what?
dude...to be Indian? Common, I have a job in the U.S and there is a huge possibility that I might get settled there. When its money, its nothing else. I dont want to be sentimental or this. You better run out of the place coz it is corrupt, dirt, people dont drive well, luxury is low, traffic is high and the administration sucks.

Will it hurt me in the future?
Truth again. It might hurt. It might hurt if I get all philosophical someday later in my life when I am retired and I dont have a job. It might hurt to look back at a life that I am not satified with (I deserved a lot more salary that what I got and could have got that if I had a slice of luck). It might hurt to look at my kids and find that they dont know my mother tongue. It might hurt if I come back to India someday and think that I had a chance to influence some people's lives there and that I have remained selfish all over (sounds like a film). It might hurt to think that if given an other chance, I would want to live this life all over in a different way.

It might hurt!!!!!

Three funny incidents

2009-07-25T09:15:00.003+05:30

I

Monday mornings are always boring and lunch time appeared to be a distant dream. I start with gmail and orkut on Monday to make sure that no one has send me any request or e-mail just like every other week. My orkut home page carried an unusual friend request from a girl who I have no idea of with an intro message“Dai, add pannu da”….i thought she was being polite…I have never seen her in my life and I am pretty sure that my memory is not that bad :) . Apparently, she should have mistaken me for some other person. I replied back saying “wrong person”. The reply I got was “you never change Karthik. You are the same. Why don’t u accept u know me?” Something is happening…I took a look at her profile and had no clue what so ever…no clue……the next scrap was infuriating “dai…..romba pannadha…ippo add panriya illaya”……I can see anger seething thru my veins….My self-respect has been brought into question…. I had to stop this and in order to do so, I explained my life journey (where I studied and all those stuff – enna kodumai da) and she looked liked being convinced…….There was a tap on my shoulder….”Dude what are you doing?” Its my mentor standing behind…I was searching for a reason when he was peeking into my laptop …. He saved me by saying “Don’t worry dude, I start my week the same way” :) I wanted to ask “Do you get anonymous friend requests saying that they studied with you every week?” , but I had promised not to be sarcastic for that week :D .

II

Friday night dinners are always at random restaurant. There were six people sitting at the table and one loner watching them. It was a youth gang with some exceptions :)(mainly youth, but some old people too) They were making fun of each other and they were loud …… everybody could hear them……There was a conversation going on and everyone was asked about what catches their eye when they see a girl for the first time…Many people played safe saying that it would be her face……When this guy Zahul (name disguised, its on the wall thou) was about to answer, one of those witty from the group asked if it’s “Ass”….oh my god, they went berserk….those people where laughing shit crazy……the whole restaurant was watching them…..after laughing themselves out, the topic came back to zahul and everyone was looking at him (everyone in the restaurant) for an answer…….he said “Probably I look at Ass”…..the place broke down…did he just say that? Did he say what I heard…..i started laughing too…Zahul looked bamboozled….after a minute when he was enquired why he said so (still people watching)…he stood up and shouted “I said Hair style”…People laughed for that too…My god…..what a lie I thought…..
Its up to you guyz to decide who I am in this story and whether zahul said “hair style”

III

Why does it always have to be three…..three idiots, three musketeers, three mistakes of my life……probably, it looks good on the title…..lets make it three then…… I was sitting there in my relative’s house having pita chips. Their 4 year old kid was sitting right opposite and had his healthy evening snack – Butter milk pancake that has pieces of banana arranged in the form of a face (phew…so much work for a snack). His mom came to him and asked “son, tell them what they are eating” and the kid instantaneously replied “Junk!!!!! You should eat fruits”. I had to remain silent. Once his mom went out, he came asking “can I have some of those chips?” . The sarcastic devil inside me replied “you said that these are junk!! Why do you want them?” . I made the situation worse by displaying a quirky smile after that statement. The next second, the kid started crying. He was so offended that he started crying loudly (so that his mom can hear…clever fellow) and threw the banana pancake on the floor. I thought I am finished. What have I done? I have made him cry… I hate to apologize, but I had literally no option that day.....I said “dai….i take back my word…nee romba nallavan….please have this”….He would not stop..what else should I say…let me try this dialogue ”if you don’t cry, I will get you a chocolate”…he took the hersheys out from his pocket and kept it on the table. He was pretty intent on getting me some bad looks that day. Mom came running in and I vanished from that place. Lesson learnt: never be sarcastic to a kid (Tough way to learn a lesson uh?)

Hope to meet you all with some serious writing next time :)

Disclaimer : "for all those involved in the story above, the writing is purely fictitious and is no way related to any real life incident or living people...for all others......the disclaimer is only for them :)”

IT'S MY LIFE

2009-06-03T09:41:00.001+05:30

Chapter 1:

It’s that same old sound I hear every time I wake up in my room in Atlanta, but there is a difference this time, I am on it. Yeah, I am driving the truck, the fire truck. I am not in U.S. It’s my home town. Where am I going? I have no idea. Following me, I find that I am on my way to my school. There is a bomb threat to my school. I am patrolling the area and making sure that everyone is safe. You should know how people react when they hear a bomb threat. Kids are no different. There was chaos throughout and I was trying to calm the crowd. All of a sudden, my left ear goes dumb. I heard a huge sound and it’s all there. What the politicians said, what the police claimed (that the city is safe) have been proved to be false and people’s worst fears have come true. There is a bomb blast in my school. I lost my nerve and started to run towards the building. I can see a kid limping, can I reach her, Will I be able to save her……. Lose control………..What…why am I hearing a song from rang de basanti while running……..Oh shit, that’s my alarm. Its 7’0 clock, wake up dude, time to run………

Chapter 2:

“What’s your future plan?” was the question asked by my friend who is working with me…..Well let me think……”I will work for two or three years and then go back to India” – this is what I told him. I got a reply I expected….”You people always say this…..Once you smell money, you will never go back”…… Why we always try to stereotype someone else? …..Why do we don’t allow people to be different. No clue…… I was about to say “ It’s hard to say this dude, but, I see you as a aimless creature brought up with the only sense of chasing money”…..

Chapter 3:

It’s all about conversations…Now the conversation is “Why a lot of Indians are settling in U.S”

Hari: “Indians are not smart. Americans are smart. There is a myth existing in this world that Indians and Chinese are smarter people as they are taking up jobs in U.S, but I would say otherwise because Indians are not smart enough to see opportunities in India”

Karthik: “Indians are not patriotic. Indians don’t have the courage. We don’t really feel that we should do something for our country. We don’t really realize the difference between the amount earned in dollars and amount earned in rupees. Rupee is always cheaper to us. We don’t hold the pride in saying that we are Indians. We always chase money and we always end up losing our culture, heritage, mother tongue and probably everything. We are shapeless”
I am not taking a side here…its upto you

Chapter 4:

I am running…This time, it’s definitely not in my dreams. I am jogging around north park at around 6 30 PM with Sony headphones plugged into my ears. It’s this song…this one song that makes me feel nostalgic….Makes me feel of the days where I would just act as if I was sleeping so that my mom will wake make up…It makes me think about the dinner that would have all the items that I love even though I have never said that I want them. I am thinking of that moment when my mom cried that I was hurt badly in the bike accident. I can never see or probably think that there will be another person in this world who will love me the way you do…..never…Missing you mom…and to everyone…Dare to stereotype........

Signing of…………….meet you soon…..

A tale to remember ……………………………………….

2009-01-10T07:57:00.004+05:30

Starring : Aravind, Janesh, Karthik, Krishnan, Preethi, Sathya, Sriram and Vishnu.
Screenplay : Karthik

The spring semester has started and first week is done. Courses have been finalized and assignments have started to flow in. This is not the best time to register one of my best trips, but I want to pen it down before I forget it. 
Let me start of by giving full credits to Sathya who used his credit card to rent a car based upon the driving of four people:- me, Janesh, Vishnu and of course him. We started at 10 30 in the morning on a day that was supposed to be foggy. Two cars were rented – Grand Marquis and Suzuki Reno. One resembled Contessa classic the other was a Tata Indica.

“Hit the pedal Guyz!!!!!” was the call from everyone……..No one has driven before in U.S and the fear of getting busted in the middle of the road with knees down has been haunting everyone. Still, the adrenaline rush helped us move head. The route to Panama city includes three states – Georgia, Alabama and Florida. One hour into the trip and a warning came from a senior who left before “Guyz, I just got a ticket in Alabama for over speeding!!!!!!!”. When the phone line was dead, we heard a siren somewhere when I thought someone was getting a ticket somewhere. Sathya who was sitting next to me said “machan, namma than da”. My hands started shivering. I had no idea wat to do. We pulled our vehicle to end of the lane on the highway and removed our hands from the steering. Surprise Surprise, the highway patrol just crossed us and went ahead. That was an embarrassing moment. “Veeranuku ithellam chagajam” nu sollitu e continued our journey towards the Emerald Island.

After 7 and half hours, after 4 pit stops, after some shivering moments, we finally reached the place, Splash resorts.

“Refresh yourself guyz, wwe are going out on a drive” was the call from Professor sathya.

It was not a good day to start with. We went to Club La Vela, to find out that there is literally nothing there. On the way return, It was my turn to drive Grand Marquis. Vishnu and Janesh were hitting 100mph and since the crowd was afraid, they demanded one of the safest drivers(karthik  ) to get the car from them. We were driving happily on the panama city front beach road. “Vada mappilai Vala pala thopla” song was rocking in the car. I didn’t want to hear it, but, once again, I heard the siren, the alarm that frightened me off on the highway. I was driving the car at 55mph (very slow compared to 100mph) and the Florida police were right behind me. I thought that they were chasing someone in front of me, but looked up on the road to find out that there was literally no one before.

I parked the car before a Chinese restaurant and those guyz parked their’s right behind me. Its confirmed, it’s me this time. I am done. Vishnu was calm, just like me, Preethi was shivering and Krishnan’s face was a bit whitened. I stepped out of the car and spoke to him.

Office : Sir, you were riding at 55mph on a road with speed limit 35 mph

Karthik :I apologize officer

Offier : No son, it’s a crime to over speed here. Do you have a license?

Karthik : Yes sir, I do. Here’s my Indian License.

Officer : I am sorry. Does that mean that you don’t have a proper U.S license?

Karthik : Yes (The politeness was gone as I was afraid)

Officer : I am sorry. You look young to me. I think it’s a crime for you to drive here in U.S and you are arrested under the law.

Karthik : What?

Officer : Hands on your back!!!!!!!

Oh my god What have I done, I have ruined everything. I have ruined my life, I have ruined my studies, my parents will come to know of this and I am going to be ashamed. My heart beat was hitting the high scale but my face remained calm. I was handcuffed. My head started rolling and I fainted.

A flash went by and I found my hands still on the steering wheel. Contrary to my dreams, the officer accepted my Indian license, but still went on to annoy me for my passport which I had left in the hotel. After some 50 apologies, they warned me upright and I was on my Grand marquis again, but this time riding it at 30mph.

I think I have introduced only a few characters to you.

To be continued when I find time ………………………………

Next blog – How Sathya got busted, How Janesh tried to kill the jet ski trainer, How our snorkeling turned out to be waste of money and why we canoed for 3 and half hours!!!!!!!!!!

I hate…I hate…I hate…………

2008-09-26T06:36:00.005+05:30

It has been two months in U.S……I have read a lot of blogs which says how people are really happy about this place……. I am gonna write this in a different way, in a way that I believe conveys what I am thinking. Yeah, I am demented. The confusion started a few days after I landed....

Why?

The first thing I hate here is those insane Indians who say “This is not the way it happens in India”. They start the comparison work in two or three days after their first flight journey. Ah, how clean the city is, how kind these people are, how good the goddamn (yeah, they learnt that word in two days) college is”. Frankly Speaking, I don’t give a damn about these people. I say they are demented. I say that they are plain rats who were waiting for a chance to compare their motherland to a country where x marries y,z,w and the son of X has to choose one of Y, Z, W as their mother. I know that it is a very crappy sentence, but that’s wat these people are. One of my friends jokingly commented “Every two years, they change their car or wife, if they are not able to change their wife, they change their car”. I am not complaining about these people. You say this to them, they will be proud, coz that’s their culture. The problem with us is…Yeah, I know we are all from a country that needs a Rang de basanti to show that we need to be patriotic. The problem is, I am not like that.

India club….

This is the place that made me look more confused, out of place. The first meet of the GT India club took place on a day when no one else was in college. The admission fees is 20$ here for the club. Since it was boring to see U.S figures all through the day, I thought I will go for it. I went to the admission counter and saw two girls (don’t wanna discuss their attire, vivek comedy than gyabagathuku varuthu…”pavam veetla romba panjam pola irukku)….They looked stranged to me…Even they should have felt the same about me coz I went a few steps back to look at the board as I was confused whether I had come to the right club. After reconfirmation, I went in. Confusion took me to such a level, that I asked my senior who they are. Machan avanga ellam ABCD da nu sonnar…….Now…that’s the first abbreviation that I learned here….

ABCD – American born confused desis

I have two questions……If someone is born in U.S, how can the fuck he be a Desi, more precisely, how can he be an Indian. Why is she sitting in the India club as its co-ordinator, I think probably most Indian students who come here get confused (just like me). If you give a name to someone, they give it back…here it goes..people who come here to study are called PIGS…..Poor Indian graduate students…….What a sarcastic term to look at people who bet their lives to come here and study……

I hate …I hate …ha ha……..Enough of cringing..I am bored.., here are a few things that I love here..

Patriotism: Nobody realizes this. Americans are the most patriotic people I have ever seen. I see a lot of people who have served the army for 10 years or so and had come to studies now. You scold them, they might not mind it. Try scolding their country; you will deport the next day.
Education system: Awesome, I should say. It makes me think, It makes me sweat, It makes me work hard and It shows me what it takes to be a student here……..and yeah…it makes me cook too…..

I love everything here… The problem is that I don’t want this to be permanent.

Sorgame enralum athu namma oorai pola varumaa………………………………………………………………

A mail from bala.....................

2008-08-26T10:14:00.002+05:30

This is what i got from bala....it was really good and deserved to be here........

A thought that's accepted,
An idea that gets materialized,
A spark that ignites,
A joke that's passed on,
A moment that's cherished,
A day that's remembered,
like
the life that touches others'
is the one that stays on.

May this be the day that's remembered,
for YOUR life that touches so many.

Happy Birthday !!!

A REPLY...................................

2008-08-18T05:25:00.003+05:30

Reply to blog below…………………

I am gonna reply back to karthick’s(my friend) comments in the blog below. Read that one
>This is an age old topic and there has been endless discussions already done on this.

Yeah……its an age old topic…the problem is “the problem still exists without a perennial solution”

>nee etho figure a manasula vechu, avala correct panrathukaka intha blog ezhudhina mathiri irukku! ;-)

Good one…..you made me laugh here……..machi…ippadiyellam correct panratha iruntha karthi innum single ah suthikittu irukka mattan da……….

>Well, u have thoroughly misinterpreted Gandhi's statement. U like it or not, women are the weaker sex w.r.to sex! No girl rapes a man at the mid of the night. So, men have to fear only for their money when walking alone in the night! But gals have to care for their body too..(though nowadays, boys also face the problem!;-) ) Thats what Gandhi meant and I don see any male dominance there.... Its just the care for the female counterpart!

I didn’t say that a girl rapes a man or something like that…..I say that the world is surrounded by male population that smoothly devices the laws for the safety of woman…….I say that we create rules for woman….I say that we dominate them…….I say…Let them create their rules…..

>Do you believe a child can get the same love and affection from a caretaker that he/she would get from a mother? A child needs a mother dude..she is the greatest thing a person could get and the mother needs TIME to spend with her children. It is next to impossible to spend time with children when she leaves to office morning at 8 and returns at night 9 o clock.. imagine how much tired will she be doing so much of mental work and do u still think, she will feel like hitting the sack or spend some affectionate time with her children...by the time, probably they are already off to bed? so, r u happy with the child growing up without the love and affection of the greatest human being on earth?

A child needs a mother….I like that one……I accept that….But the child needs a father too equally……I am saying that both should share the responsibilities……We should understand one thing……No woman dreams of becoming a mother……Just let the woman pursue her dreams…Just because you want your child to grow up well, you want her to be the caretaker…pretty rough term ah…….A child needs mother’s caring affection…….But don’t make her sacrifice her ambition…Nobody is created to live for some one else……

>And I seriously do not think any guy treats his wife as a slave or look upon any female in that sense... probably a section of the society...yes!and that is due to lack of awareness and the way they are brougt up! They do not grow up seeing gals playing tennis and holding the mike. They grow up seeing women in the kitchen..

Slave doesn’t mean tying someone to the chains and asking them to work incessantly……Why don’t you call this as a polished slavery…..face the truth dude…will you ever sacrifice your life for your children….

>Take a survey among gals and ask them how many of them would be willing to marry a man who earns less than them?! I am sure the count would be less than 10 percent. Women love to be beaten sometimes by the counterparts... in some things..and men love to be beaten by their counterparts in some things... thats the way we have been living life so far and both the clans seem to enjoy it! Let it stay like that..don meddle with them unnecessarily..

Great statement da….This is something I missed out……A girl’s attitude depends upon how she is brought up…if u bring up a girl saying that your life’s dream should be to become a mother and house wife, she end’s up being beaten by counterparts…..Bring up a girl in the way you were brought up……Say to her that she has to chase her dreams and that she has to stand alone…….She will never like being beaten…..You said that “you would never like to beaten by a woman”…….Vice versa will be true….

Sacrifice......A stupid term....

2008-08-16T22:10:00.001+05:30

One of us has to sacrifice? How will our kids grow if both of us go to work? I have heard these dialogues in run-of-the-mill stupid films. I have heard this dialogue from former chief of Infosys Mr. Narayamoorthy. I have heard this dialogue from my friend Aravind, a well educated individual who is pursuing his masters in Virginia Tech. I hope that you are intelligent enough to guess the point I am coming to.

Female – A person whom you like as your mother, a person who you like as your life, a person who you love as your kid’s mom. My question is on the face. Do you like her as your competitor? Many of you should find a hiccup at this point. If so, get a glass of water and come back. There’s lot more to come. Freedom is a word that everyone has taken has granted. Gandhi said that freedom has arrived only when a lady is able to roam freely in the streets. Isn’t that a male dominated statement? Why only a woman? Are men safe to roam around at that time?

Men are afraid. I accept this from my side. We don’t allow a woman to pursue her dreams. We sacrifice her for our selfishness. It’s so irritating when a male says that he has to work and his wife has to be at home looking after his children. Wat the hell? You are wrong in two ways here. First, you don’t ask what your wife’s plan is and second you ask your children to become whom you want to be. The term house wife is provocative and should be banned. I have never heard of a house husband. We dominate our counterpart. We ask her to sacrifice her dreams. We ask her to stay within four walls just because we want to roam around. Has anyone reading this has a point to counter against this. I suppose you don’t.

We are called the X-gen. We are called as the people to reform. Let’s change all this. Let’s stop looking at our counterpart as slave. Lets realize that she is a human being with her own dreams, ambition and policy. Let’s not flex our muscles just because we are physically strong. Let’s make a world where all are equal. Till then, slavery is not abolished………………..

...License to Fly.............

2008-06-04T12:27:00.002+05:30

Hi Guyz

Got my VISA to GATECH on June 3, 2008 at Chennai consulate…Slot timing – 4.00PM

Went to Consulate at 2.45 PM…Not even a single soul was standing there. Don’t go early, there is no point in doing so as they are leaving people inside according to slots. They will leave people inside just 15 minutes before the scheduled time. I made use of the stars and stripes lounge which is about 1km from the consulate….you can keep your bags, cellphones here….. Don’t keep any sealed covers in your harmonium folder….

I entered the consulate exactly at 4

Step1: you will have to submit the following documents at the 1^st set of counters…there are about 14 counters…

HDFC receipt (blue)

DS forms

Passport

SEVIS fee receipt

GRE/TOEFL Scorecard

University graduation or provisional certificate

No other marksheets are needed. The counters verify your DS forms.

Basic mistakes that other people did

Forgot to write the name in local language in 157 form
Forgot to sign in 156 and 158

Also carry a tissue paper or kerchief….if hands are wet while taking finger prints…they will ask you to wipe it

Once they verify these documents, they put it in a separate folder and ask you to enter the next building.

Here again, you have 7 counters for issuing VISA. There are also a few more counters that issue VISA to elder people. There are no separate counters for F1 VISA. They call you out by slot timings. You will have to go out and stand in the serpentine queue. You cannot jump between counters or choose your counters. That just doesn’t happen.

My Interview was with a male…aged around 35…..was pretty lenient in giving VISA’s

Me: Hi…How are you

VO: Fine, how about you…Did you know that girl who just went

Me: No…Any specific reason for knowing her???

VO: She is also going to the same university

Me: Oh..thats great…I will go and out and talk to her for sure then….

VO: yeah….just say a “Hi” to her

Me: Sure

VO: So…wat are your parents doing

Me: My Father is working as professor and director and my mother is into agriculture

VO: Are you working

Me: yes sir, I am working in cognizant technology solutions for the past two years

VO: How much do you earn

Me: 2.6 lks per annum

VO: I don’t remembet..wats your father?

Me: Professor and director

VO: Then he must be making a lot of money

Me: Sure he does

VO: Then why is mother sponsoring you (he asked this question…..coz I had shown the amount for I20 only from my mothers account..so it was listed there)

Me: We have a lot of agricultural land and my mother earns from it

VO: How many acres

Me: 16 (this was a lie…said at the heat of the moment…I believed he wouldn’t ask for documents…later discovered that my mom has more acres that wat I said)

VO: Ok son…here are your documents….your VISA has been granted….you will receive your passport in 3 days,…

Me: Thank you……

Took my documents out and went to VFS lounge were they provided a sandwich and coffee for the 200 bucks I paid…

Additional info:

There are around 3 males and 4 females in the 7 counters…..

2 females (middle aged and looking grim) gave a tough time…..interview went on for 15 minutes…..

1 female (good looking young…you can spot her pretty easily coz she is only qualified person there)……she wanted to hear everything from the person…..the person standing next to me was about to show her some documents and she said “ I want to hear it from you..no documents please)

1 male (he was counter 7…….he was in thirties….lean…had some glasses…..i was praying to god that I shudnt go to him..he was the toughest of the lot…a girl with 9.51 CGPA (that’s wat she said) and etc was grilled for 20 minutes before getting a VISA…I saw him reject a person too…he said” I would not recommend you to apply again..however, its your call”…

Some question I heard from other counters

Why do you want to study after working
Why Masters..
Tell me about the university
Tell me about research going on at the university….

That’s the end of the story…..i hope that it is helpful,….Let me know if you need any further info……….

“@#@# them all”…..

2008-04-29T20:28:00.000+05:30

Cricket is my soul, my passion, my religion. If there is something good or bad happening about it, I can’t refrain myself from writing about it. This is all about the latest ugly episode happening in the glorious “IPL” (am sarcastic here)……

Sreesanth…he is suffering from brainophoebia…..I hate this guy seriously…..He has gone mad . He is sledging everyone and throwing out abusive phrases. If batsmen are going on a rampage then you can sledge at him and that is somewat justified////. Kaif was caught behind the first ball he faced in the match. Accidentally, it was sreesanth who took the wicket. He just runs to him and barks at him once with his fists pumped up. Sreesanth is mad, mad to the core….He is damaging the great reputation of Indian players that was built by ganguly, dravid and tendulkar.. They are best players I have ever seen. They are very aggressive too….How can you describe ganguly’s stodgy 54 in South Africa and his famous comeback trail…how can describe dravid epic 231 and 72 in 2003-2004 series where he batted for more than 10 hours continuously….How can you describle sachin’s 241 in sydney in 2004 that didn’t even contain a single shot of his favorite cover drive…..Greatness is achieved through good conduct and behaviour…….Akhtar cannot be a great fast bowler while akram can……Its time sreesanth takes a cue from “great” fast bowlers like Brett Lee and Shaun Pollock…….He is taking Indian cricket from a lower level to a fathomable place……..Its time we curtail the antics of such hooligans…….

Here are some of my sledges if I bat against sreesanth……..

“You better stop talking or I will make you cry again…”

“My Dog looks better than you when you bark………..”

“Dancing and crying are the professions that suits you most…..”

Vadivelu style sledge pannunum na “Vai mattum than velai seyyuthu….mathathu ethuvume velai seyya mattenguthu”

I have never seen him bowl well after the Johannesburg test in south Africa….he should stop giving out statements like “The Australians are afraid that I am coming….”Even I am not afraid of that statement…..I think I can hit sreesanth for hatrick fours….:)

Mr…Harbhajan…….Atleast I respect him a little bit more than sreesanth…He has proved that he is a good bowler after all………This 11 match ban from IPL should teach him something…..You know wat…He has been robbed of his 100% match fee in IPL….that is, whatever salary he will receive by playing IPL will be given as fine….thats good…..some websites have calculated the amount to be 2.85 crores (not sure)…It will hurt him for sure (not sure if the 11 match ban will)…….BCCI should ban him for 1 year atleast….he should be made to feel bad for wat he has done to Indian cricket and the people……..In Australia….he confessed that he abused symonds by saying to him “teri maa ki”…..I have brains…why do you abuse a person in Hindi if he doesn’t know hindi…U will look like a “dumb-pan” if someone doesn’t respond to your comments…..Ok….its upto you people to decide if bhajji has said the “mon#$#” word…I will not say it…J

Enough of such caricatures who think they potray how the Indian people are….No they don’t….They are two irritating people who shud be taught some moral science lessons….

We should also make sure that tendulkar or dravid pumping their fist after securing a victory is much better that yuvraj shouting out that infamous f%%% word again and again after taking a simple catch…….oh god…please stop this crappy shit……

Elvis presley said.......You will love her.............

2008-04-15T18:27:00.001+05:30

My last blog titled “Once upon a time…” got some rave reviews. It also brought forward some disappointment saying that I had cheated my readers by using the name “Karthik” for the main character in the story. Yeah, it was story. Don’t expect a story again soon, even though I have one in mind.

I have decided to curb my imagination. This time it is real. I am going to deal with a “real” incident that happened in my 12^th grade. The word “real” is authentic. I am not sure if you people can relish through this blog, but, I can. I am going to let this burden of my heart after 6 years.

I heard from my parents that I studied in co-education school till 2^nd standard. Do we have co-education in 2^nd standard. I don’t think so. From 3^rd till 12^th,it has been a journey surrounded by boys. Boy’s school has its own advantages. You are in an environment where you are not forced to behave. You are not restricted by the actions of a third person, but, there is this irresistible attractive force for girls. I had to join tuitions due to compulsion from my parents. I don’t like people controlling me. I decided not to go to any big wigs in the town, and choose a person who is little famous instead. There where about twelve persons in the class when I entered. There where totally three benches. I had a look at all the people (not girls alone). Disappointing really. Days went by, nothing changed. Since, I study maths well (really), I had established a good name in the class. One cannot be the normal all the time……

Class began as usual on this rainy thursday. About half an hour went through discussing trigonometry. All of a sudden, the door was knocked. I was seriously solving a problem and that knock irritated me. The knock continued. After a few seconds, I lifted my head to assess the situation. Everyone was staring at me. I was not able to guess the reason. It seems that the teacher had requested me to open the door as I was sitting near to it. I concealed my embarrassment and opened the door. So involved was I that I didn’t even notice who was entering. There girl introduced herself as swetha (name changed to hide identity J). My friend whispered in my ears to have a look at the girl. I looked at him first. He was looking at her. This made me slowly turn my heads towards her. She looked good, not great really (disappointment). I gave a quirky smile and turned back to work.

I didn’t like her. She was reason for me getting embarrassed really. To be frank, that was a silly incident, but, being from a boy’s school you cannot drop your heads for any reason. You need to prove that you are a “GETHU”. I didn’t even speak a word to her for two months. Even she didn’t, probably, she was afraid of me. I guessed right, she was not great in maths, infact, she hated maths to the core. One day, my master asked me to help her out in solving a problem after the class hours. I had to do that help. It took 10 minutes to help her solve the problem, but it took 45 minutes for me to leave the class……………………..

She speaks really well yaar. She spoke for majority of the time in those 45 minutes. I was really stupid. I looked like a dumb-head listening to those all her blabbers, but, that was the first time a girl has spoken to me for such a long time about insane matters. Do you call this infatuation? May be, may be not. I really got hooked to her. We started putting vetti mokkai everyday. I used you come by a vehicle. She depended on her legs. Vehicle was really difficult to push along when I am walking and talking to her. I had to dump it out and start using a cycle. My parents were a little conspicuous about that move. Swetha was kind enough to invite me to her home. I thought 50 times about answering questions like “What are you doing” “How do you know swetha”. To my disappointment, all those answers were not needed. They gave me a coffee and left me alone. They didn’t like my presence. Any parent would never like a good looking guy in their homeJ.

That didn’t matter to me. I visited her house frequently and started convincing her parents that I am good friend. Swetha used to ask me “Where is your home?” I would say “Its somewhere behind 7 or 8 streets, very difficult to walk from the center. Actually, my home was closer then her’. Days went by; I had to cross this famous special day every year – August 26. It’s my b’day. I thought twice and decided that I am gonna give a small treat to her. Even before director Shankar found out the ambi style of invitation, I used it. I seeked permission from her parents to take her out. I invited her parents too for the parents (hoping that they refuse it) and they politely declined the offer.

It was the d-day in my life. I waited for her near the restaurant. Girls always make it late. She made me wait for really two hours after booking the table. I was half slept when she entered. She took a glass of water and literally poured it on my face. I was stunned, that’s ok, I had left my “GETHU” quotient when I started talking to her. She looked stunning in whit chudi, that day she looked beautiful. I was looking at her all the time. It was evening when we left, I dropped her at home and left for mine. In the mean time, she had given me a gift. I had to remove the sticker on it because my parents really have no idea of swetha. I unwrapped the gift standing at the corner of a street. There were these wordings like “she loved me”. Do you need an explanation for what I felt? I looked at the skies, carried that quirky smile of mine all along till I reached my room.

Films don’t potray what happens in real life. I was not driven mad to her. I didn’t slump in studies. Things were pretty normal. We became closer, our relationship was getting even thicker. It was this day, the fatal day, that decided it all. Sep 12, Saturday, I went to her home as usual. His father was standing in the gate. I asked “Is swetha in?”, that it, he started shouting at me. I was standing in the street. I thought he went berserk. He said to me that “Don’t ever come to my home again”. It was an insult, an insult that I feel even today. I decided not to speak to him. I went into the house and spoke to her directly, “pidikala na solla vendiyathu thane, naan un veetuku vethirukave matten”….Thats it,. Everything ended there.

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Its me, Cyrus Broacha

2008-04-15T08:41:00.000+05:30

If u all read my blog regularly, then you should be knowing about the CNN IBN show “The week that wasn’t”. Here is a imaginary conversation between Cyrus broacha and Mr. Lalu

The beauty of this interview is that it has never happened. I mean that this interview is wholly spoofed. The lalu part is taken from a separate interview and interlaced with Cyrus interview.

Cyr: Good morning Lalu sir, welcome to our show. We heard that you have been declared as the most democratic Indian by UN.

Lal: How itch it?

Cyr: Sir, I don’t get you. U mean how itching it is?

Lal: No, no, How is it?

Cyr: Oh……great sir, we are really happy. Sir, we have a few questions on democracy and I hope you can answer them….

Lal: Go ahead

Cyr: Democracy is for the people. Why was Taslima Nasreen chased for life in this democratic country?

Lal: But, Taslima nasreen is not an Indian.

Cyr: Sir, but democracy is not for people of india, but all. Is there any act saying that democracy is for the people of India?

Lal: The ACT OF 1971

Cyr: Was that act established ?

Lal: No

Cyr: That’s great sir. We move on the next question. Democracy is by the people. I mean the people of India. According to this, all people should be treated equally in a democracy?

Lal: yes

Cyr: Then why do we have quota system?

Lal: We need votes to win the next election…

Cyr: Smart answer really….We have one more question left sir…..Can I ask you now ?

Lal: No more questions…..

Cyr: Why is that sir? This is a democratic country and I have the right to ask you questions…

Lal: The aftermath will be difficult to face

Cyr: Are u threatening me sir. Will you ban me from travelling in trains or will you beat me up?

Lal: You have given me two possible solutions….

Cyr: That was even more threatening……. Thanks for the interview…….This question is off the records….Can you say “How is it” again?....

Lal:………………………………………………………………..

I hate the idiosyncratic BCCI

2008-04-04T17:16:00.001+05:30

Cricket, as people say, is a religion in India. Everyone loves to play the game. Everyone is interested in it. Cricketers are treated like demigods. However, there is one financial institution called BCCI that is controlling the whole cricket activity in India. I am not able to swallow the word BCCI. It’s an autonomous body that has now become the treacherous rich villain trying to slither the throat of his boss (cricket). I would like to recall a few incidents that made to criticize BCCI to such an extent.

1. Quota system.

India is a democratic country. Intelligent minds would say that democracy means transparency. However, the intelligentsia that is present in BCCI has decided to follow the quota system in player selection. Selection quota is simple; pick new players from states in a round robin fashion. For example, if you are picking a new player from Delhi, next time don’t pick from that state. A player named Badrinath was selected for 4th ODI in India vs Australia series. He did not play that match. However, he was dropped for the next ODI in the same series. Can anyone explain that?

2. ICL

Every Indian would have discussed the name. Poor guys really. All they tried was to run cricket separately. They were termed the rebels and were even compared to kerry packer’s teams. BCCI just made them succumb to relentless pressure. Latest turn around in the ugly episode is that, BCCI wants Pakistan to ban two players, Rana naved and Mushtaq Ahmed, for playing in the ICL. Pakistan is not able to ban these two players because they are no longer Pakistan players. That sentence SHOULD sound very similar to one of cyrus broacha’s spoofs in CNN-IBN show “The week that wasn’t”. The two players do not carry Pakistan central contracts and they are just human beings living in Pakistan. Yet, BCCI says that they should be banned. How the hell is it possible?

Can some one remove you from a company you are not working for?

3. Its all money

It’s getting uglier. The BCCI is now demanding complete media coverage for all IPL matches. This means that, all photographers, who take pictures of the event, should upload the photos to the BCCI’s website and then pay it and get it back for publishing in their respective papers. More over, the photographs are completely entitled to BCCI and they can use it for anything. BCCI wants to get paid for people who are getting paid by others. India is a democratic country, but you should never associate “DEMOCRACY” with the word democracy that is available in the dictionary.

Since I am writing a blog that contains the word IPL, they might say that I have to pay for it……………………………..

I am living in India, a socialistic, democratic country,,,,,am I really ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Once upon a time in Vilankurichi

2008-04-02T16:09:00.000+05:30

The title for this blog is loosely inspired from the martin scorcese film, once upon a time in mexico (J). Life is getting pretty difficult nowadays. People are expecting me to clock 12 hrs a day in office. Hence, I have been appointed the senior security supervisor for my office. I have to check if anyone is still in the office after 12. I was just kidding with that.

Last Friday, I finished my work and left home at 11 30 PM. As most of you know, it was raining here throughout last week. I waited for half an hour in the door steps and the heavy splash of rain turned itself into a light drizzle. The drizzle was so light that it made me step out and experience it. The climate was tailor made for some serious biking experience. I started out. Most of us used to sing some songs when we are experiencing a feel good climate. I chose “Kanmoodi thirakumpothe” song from sachin. My pulsar 150 was all smiles waiting for me in the parking lot. She was washed, cleaned and the red devil was all ready to roar. I started off humming the song. Time passed soon, I had covered some 10 km in 6 to 7 minutes. I remembered the phrases in reebok advertisement ‘Road is free, so run”. The red devil was racing off at 80 km an hour. As people say “ All good things come to an end”.

The drizzle that I was experiencing went off. I started to experience another saying “When it rains, it pours”. Rain started to become so heavy, that I had no other option, but to stop the bike and take shelter in front of a closed tea stall. Thank god, they had left the benches out. I started to dream about my future. Let me tell you, I am doing this thrice a day without fail. I don’t spend my idle time well. I started to turn around and inspect the place. It caught me by surprise. To the left of the bench, I found………….

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Not sure if u people had guessed it. I found a person lying to the left of the bench on the floor. I was shocked. I feel the shock still that even when I am writing this blog, I am shivering. I was not able to see his face clearly. His face resembled the hero in “Kattradu Tamil”, yeah, surface area visible was pretty less. We, the common people, are not generally put in such kind of situations. I was just thinking. I decided to have a closer look at him. There was blood on his stomach. The rain was so heavy that I didn’t spot it early. He was bleeding due to the wound in his abdomen. I need to stop it to save his life. Luckily, I wore the stress band to office that day (Chumma scene kaka potrunthen). I made use of it and stopped the bleeding. The rain stopped and there was silence throughout. Silence kills guyz. It took everything in me to decide the next course of action.

I stared at him for 10 minutes. Just thought for a second, it was not wise to take him to police station. I would be put in a position to answer a lot of questions. After 10 minutes, I decided nothing. My brain took me towards the act a commoner would do, leave him and run out. My heart that still has the young blood running through it didn’t allow me to do so. I was searching for the light that will be available at the end of the tunnel.

The light came in the form of jeep. It was the highways patrol. I started jumping in the middle of road with the desperation to save a man’s life. They stopped and enquired me for 10 minutes. May be, they wanted replies for questions they will have to answer to their senior officers. I told them, that I will take my bike and follow them to hospital. They stopped me and said “We will take it from here. You stay out of trouble son”. My heart stopped and my brain started working. I told them that I had strapped my band around his stomach. They smiled at me whimsically and said that they will dispose it.

After a long time, I checked my watch. It was 3 ‘O’ clock. Thankfully, I went home with a sigh of relief.

I believe that most of you people would have guessed wat vilankurichi means. If not, mail to mckarvin@gmail.com for answers.

Disclaimer: All characters in the story are fictional. They do not have any reference to an living individual.

Fast and Furious

2007-12-31T11:55:00.001+05:30

I had a good day at the office and I was about to leave at 6(I know that you people will be grudging at me), and all of a sudden I had a call scheduled with my onsite co-ordinator at 7.00 PM. With all regrets, I kept my bag aside and waited for the call. It lasted just 20 minutes and I was free. I started of from the office at 7.30 PM. Usually it takes around half-an-hour to reach my home. Let me tell you, the route I take to my home isn’t traffic-prone and you can enjoy your ride. I had traveled half the way and I took my speed levels above 60 in Pulsar(pretty normal speed). The road was bumpy, but still I managed to hold on to my speed.

All of a sudden, my bike’s light fell on a cycle carrying an old man. He crossed the road from the opposite side and my engine was bursting in full throttle. I was about to crash in the middle of his vehicle, but I twisted my bike, made use of the disk and tried the maximum to avoid a clash. The next second, my bike hit the front wheel of his vehicle. Imagine a clash between a pulsar and a cycle. It doesn’t sound good and didn’t feel good thou. The aftermath of the accident was much more on him. He was thrown to the other end of the road. Pulsar has the advantage of having one of the best disk brakes in the industry. When I applied them, they turned against me. Sand was sprayed all over the road and my disc braking backfired. After the clash, I skidded through falling to my right. This was my first major accident. I was aware of it soon, and I hand started shivering. I started shouting on the victim directly.

I personally don’t like in having street fights, but I was so furious that day, I felt the need to be involved in an argument. The cycle rim was so badly hurt that its shape resembled the number 8. I was happy to see that the person was pretty lightly hurt. He started demanding money from me for the accident. I was waiting for this moment for a pretty long time. It pretty dull working in office. Everyone here tries to be the nice guy. No arguments, no fights, I missed all those badly. At last, I had a chance and I grabbed it with both hands. We had a fight in the road for at least one hour. I was in the act convincing him totally. I showed the direction from were I came, and asked him how far he can see a vehicle. He said 2 KM. The fish fell into the trap. I started asking him, why he didn’t spot my vehicle. I even asked him “Where is the dynamo in your cycle, If there is no light, how can I spot your vehicle”. He was a mild person, and after sometime realizing his mistake, he started asking me some money to repair his front wheel and also said that he is poor. He was an FSG staff, probably a clerk. I said that I will share half the burden. We took the damaged vehicle to a shop nearby and found out that it will cost him 200 Rs. I opened my purse to give my share of 100. Unsurprisingly, I had only 60 in my wallet. I gave him my number and promised him that I will give him the rest of the amount, and I did so. I am carrying few bruises even now. What I learned was that even 60KMPH is dangerous.

Reigniting my passion…….

2007-12-26T17:24:00.000+05:30

Hi guyz,

Itz good to write a blog after a small break. If you ask me to pick one thing that ignites my passion time and again for the past 15 years, Itz “CRICKET”. It’s a gentleman’s game and I have played it that way. During my college days, I was nicknamed “INZY” of my department team, for the way I play (J). I belong to the breed that is fast deteriorating; I belong to the breed of people who would love to spend huge time in the middle. Had you studied beside me or played against me, you would be able to associate with what I have said above. Let me recall some of the most fortunate and unfortunate moments in my cricketing life. I can guarantee you that it would be fun to read as it is not a completely self-indulged story.

I was 16 then and we used to play cricket in our street between 4.30 PM and 5.30 PM. I was a famous allrounder and captained my street team. There used be a fight like who has hit the longest six and I was ready to broke a record set by my friend. It was an over-pitched ball and was righty punished by the MRF willow that I was holding. Eventhough crowned as the longest six, I had my discomfort there. I broke the doom in the balcony of a house. The next second everyone vanished. The next day, I was called by that house owner. When I was just about to apologize, the house owner said “I know that you are such a nice guy and I am sure that you shouldn’t have broken my doom. Please tell me who did this”. I replied “maam, I had fever yesterday…….”

The whole set of EEE 2006 passout in PSG tech would be proud to say that they have played the highest amount of cricket in the college, and I belonged to them. We used to play in the mornings (6 to 8) and then again in the evenings(4 to 7). I was the person in-charge to get everyone ready to the field. Irrespective of whatever happened, I used to get my team on the field. I was even cursed with the phrase “ivan vidave mattanada”. I relished it. We had a very tough match against ECE department, where, we were chaing 85 (not sure). Me and senthimurugan were going pretty well against a tough opponent. We batted together for 12 overs and the match was virtually over when 12 runs required from 5 overs. I was worn out and played a really lose shot and fell over. We have 5 wickets and we lost them for just 7 runs. You cannot hide your feelings when you lose just to see that all the hardwork you have put in goes down into the dust. I pity tendulkar here….

Two months back, I was playing a match with TCS guyz. I came into the crease at a comfortable position and just 20 runs were required in 4 overs. There was this one bowler who had an action resembling kyle mills. You can simply call it as chucking. I was very angrying and I thought shud go after him. I faced the last over and 2 runs were required of 4 balls. He bowled a slightly over pitched delivery and I just made a firm push towards long off. It was just the flash of the blade and the ball went miles up in the air. It was my highest six ever. I know that it would be highly insane to hit a six wen just two runs were required of 4 balls, but that’s wat aggression is all about. One of my friends came to me and said he was awe struck by the elegance of that shot. Every batsman reading this shud be knowing the amount of joy such a comment brings in.

Two days back, I played a sixers trophy in PSG college of technology. Our team named “J.P” batted first and I was the opening batsmen. The first three balls I faced went for three sixes, and I started thinking of scoring 6 sixes. The next three ended up as dot balls. I finished as the highest scorer of my team (40 not out) and we scored a respectable total of 101. Bowlers started miserable and half the runs were scored in the first two overs. The impact was so high that even though the rest of the overs were bowled pretty well, we couldn’t turn our face away from defeat. The last over needed just 5 overs and aravind had the ball. He came in steaming to bowlthe first ball that landed near his own foot. It was such an embarrassing moment and I scolded him with such words that could not be listed here. But, ara staged the dramatic comeback, he took three wickets in the next 5 balls and also survived two free hits due for the two noballs he bowled. Match was down to the wire. 1 run required of the last ball. A short of the length delivery was bowled. Batsmen went for the pull, but miscued it straight to long on, I cant believe it. The fielder there spilled the catch. I was pretty disappointed but this incident reminded me of mibah ul haq.

I think that this is a pretty huge blog. Hope u guyz enjoyed reading it. Will be back soon.

Dislaimer: All statistical figures are unreliable and if anyone has any problems with it, we can deal it in person

Apolitical

2007-11-29T15:45:00.001+05:30

Dreams – a word that captures imagination and pushes us to the verge of victory. Let me start of with this simple question. How many of you have dreamt of reforming India?

It all started with this incident – An incident that reminds me of a vadivelu joke. I was standing in a queue to get kerosene from ration house. It was fine sunny day that made me sweat. Just when I was about to get my share, a fight started. The person in-charge had cheated people by filling the bottom of the can with a solid block. What made him do such a nasty thing? What is he going to do with the money gained by such fraudulent behavior? Is he not paid for his work? Is there a way to change all this?

I have a good old reminiscent memory of my college days. I had to cross a highly congestive road daily. My college administration was thinking of building a foot-over-bridge for the past 10 years. Death is an incident that reminds you of the pain one has to go through. A pretty rough accident occurred while crossing the road and sadly, a student passed way. Come two days, there was alternative arrangement in place. Any guesses, the person who died was son of an MLA ( I am not speaking ill-will here). This made me think, this made me fear, that, politics is the only way to change things around.

A few problems that we tolerate:
We don’t have good roads despite paying road tax

When there is a power cut in US for an hour, it becomes LA Crisis, but, there are frequent power cuts here.

Our Traffic Signals don’t work when a politician is passing through and we people suffer one or two hours in the infamous Mount Road, Sarcastically, it is the same person who came begging for our votes two months back.

How many of walk slowly and go dumbfounded when some Policeman watches you and enquires your name? It’s an irony that the person is in place to protect and not threaten you.

Many of you people should have had group discussions in colleges. Do you remember any topic you discussed? Let me remind some: Corruption, reforming educational system, 33% reservation for women and globalization. Have you ever noticed that any problem that you discuss or think about points either to you or the politician. 99% of us think that today politicians are crappy and Indian system needs a change. To put it in an IITian view “Politics need to be refurbished to prevent Economic in-stabilization”.

The last state election in TN made me realize a few facts. People voted for DMK, as they announced that they will provide a TV for every house. A basic question is he giving alms to us. Who needs it? Has anyone who ruled TN ever thought of improving the basic education system that is below par compared to modern standards. The answer is a big no. Think of it, the politician wants us to keep in dark evading our right to know about politics and this world.

We know all this; still we are afraid of politics. We don’t want to get into it as it doesn’t provide us career options. We will marry, have two kids, read newspapers daily, complain about the processes taking place in India, and remain apolitical always.

Karthik Chandrasekar
"Every man dies...Not every man really lives"

Are we trading ourselves?

2007-03-28T17:58:00.000+05:30

There is more than just one good news in the store for India. Wal-mart has joined hands with Bharti enterprises and has decided to cash in on the Indian market. We have Ford, Hyundai and many other foreign companies dominating the Indian automobile market. Renault is joining hands with Mahindra and will launch it production pad soon.

I just got a TV last week. I had thought of many models, but finally narrowed down to two: Onida poison and Samsung plano. The retailer said a single line that made me finalize on model “Samsung is korean, Onida is Indian. Just think which one will be better”. As all people do, I bought Samsung.

Just then this hunger feeling struck me. Am I trading myself for foreign products. We have been buying products of companies that are mainly MNC’s. Some may argue that these companies have the production plant here and they are employing Indians. In thinking so we lose out a main objective. We are used as a tool to manufacture there products. We are used to fill the treasury of foreign countries.

People still believe Indians are good workers. Does this mean that we are very good slaves? Do we have the managerial capabilities? India has become a hot cake to almost all the companies that are listed in the fortune 500. How many of us have dreamt of leading a company?

Let us do a simple analysis of how this situation arose. We had a lot of kings and many of our people were in administration work. Once the British entered, and commanded us, many of us didn’t have the right to stand back, which lead to slavery. This situation could have been overcome if we had fought our freedom. We didn’t do that, we begged for it. At last, after utilizing every resource in India, they “gave” us freedom. Many people in India don’t realize the power of freedom and patriotism.

This has lead to our government allowing globalization in all forms. Indian products are dying slowly. Many Indian companies such as gold spot are only in paper now. Companies such as thumbs up and 7 up couldn’t just be in the race with the Coke and Pepsi, eventually, losing out to them.

Already ambassador and Maruti are becoming rare breeds. Going down the lane, I think we will have to see them only in museums. Introduction of Wal-mart will slither the throat of many retailers in India. The day will not be long when India becomes a mix of American and European. We are literally trading ourselves.