Thursday, June 26, 2008

Euro 2008

A lacklustre beginning notwithstanding the tournament has garnered excellent TRP ratings with the quaterfinals providing great twists like a mystery movie. Germany defeated Portugal, to qualify with Turkey the darkhorses of the tournament, Russia and Spain.

Germany defeated Turkey in the first semi final today. The match was exciting as Turkey drew first blood, but Germany equalised immediately and scored another goal in the last quarter of the second half. Comeback champs Turkey scored another to equalise and just when we thought that the match would go into extra time; Philip Lahm scored a goal in the 90th minute to seal Germany's place in the finals.

Russia vs Spain should be interesting and either side can self destruct or destroy its opponent.

Let us wait and watch.

Inspite of Germany winning, Turkey deserves an applause as they fielded a second rung team as most of their key players were out because of injury and suspension. Turkey is sure to become a powerful force to reckon with in the coming years.

Maybe by the time I am 50 years old India might atleast make it to the World Cup.

The Pink Slip

No folks no one gave me the Pink Slip, I am thinking of saying farewell!

14 months with my current employer, one team trip to Ooty, one annual appraisal, thousands of pages of editing, lots of errors, lots of new friends, learning lots of new things, missing double offs, working night shifts; after going through all these varied emotions, I think it is time to bid adieu. I am losing my love for writing, have no time to meet my friends, more importantly it is nearly four months since I went to the local ground and enjoyed a game of football or cricket. I need to relax, focus and get back to what I do best-"write."

It is time to move ahead.

Keep reading the blog for further developments and updates.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Kochi Kronicles:)

It was raining in the morning when I left Thrissur. I took a bus to Ernakulam. The journey took about 2 and a half hours. I had breakfast at Arya Bhavan and took a bus to Chottannikkara. I reached the temple at 11:30. There was a small crowd of devotees, waiting patiently for their darshan of Goddess Bhagavathy. I completed the darshan in the Melkaavu at 12:00 P.M. Then I proceeded to the Keezhkaavu, completed the darshan there and boarded a bus to Ernakulam at 12:45 P.M.

The bus was caught in traffic and by the time I got down at the Menaka busstop it was almost 2 P.M. It had begun to rain and the intensity of the downpour increased as I jostled for space on the crowded pavement. Finally I reached Bimbi's and proceeded to their A/C restaurant on the first floor. I was famished and ate a well deserved sumptuous North Indian combo meal. The rain and the travel had made me ravenously hungry and I really enjoyed my lunch.

I left the hotel premises at about 3:30 P.M. and crossed the road to enter the Baypride Mall. The mall never ceases to amaze me. It is artistically constructed and the view of the sea from the glass windows is awesome. Window-shopped for a while and then walked to the GCDA Shopping Complex on Marine Drive. The used mobile phone business here is extremely popular, evident from the college crowd checking out the fancy sets available in a row of small shops. I bought some music CDs and proceeded to walk along Marine Drive. The rain started pouring once again and my hopes of getting some pictures of Marine Drive were dashed.

It was beginning to pour heavily and I decided to leave, I took a bus to Kodungallur and from there took a bus to Thrissur. I reached Thrissur at about 7 P.M.

So that is the Kochi Kronicle:) from my Kerala Trip Diary.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Monsoon in Kerala

Rain has always fascinated me. The dark clouds, flashes of lightning and the rumbling of thunder, splashing in the puddles, making paperboats and letting them float in the running water. Fond memories of Calcutta; it was not Kolkatta then! Playing football in the pouring rain getting my clothes dirty, coming home and getting scolded by everyone, taking a bath in steaming hot water. Eating piping hot 'khichuri' and listening to songs on the old radio, a childhood that I cherish and that only lives in my memories and a few photographs.

On my recent pilgrimage to Kerala, I experienced the joy of the monsoon, rain in all its beauty, pouring non-stop, camouflaging everything in a shiny haze. It would rain for three hours in the early hours of the morning from 2:30 A.M. to 5:30 A.M. Then the sun would shine in all its glory till 10 A.M. then another shower till 1 P.M., a cat and mouse game that would bring water everywhere.

The people continue to travel unmindful of the rain, children rushing to school, the naughty ones putting paperboats in the drains. The harried officegoer rushing to work, the devotees in all their faith going protected with an umbrella to the temples.

Life goes on as the rain gods shower their bounty onto the earth.

The next entry will be about my visit to Kochi.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Musings....

Some questions on love.....

In a relationship is it imperative for the man to take an initiative and say-"I love you" "Will you marry me?"

Will a woman never understand the feelings that a man has for her, unless he asks her the "question?"

Can a good friendship turn into a good relationship of love and culminate in marriage?

Will such a marriage stand the ravages of time and egos?

Is it really better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

Will she ever understand, that she is the only one in my mind, and I want to hold her hand?

Perhaps the month of July, shall hold the key to this confused chain of emotions.........

Thursday, June 19, 2008

India has to wake up from its self-confident slumber and realize that it can be attacked by China at any moment. Time and again the Chinese Peoples Liberation Army has been making incursions into Indian territory, starting with Arunachal Pradesh and now Sikkim. China's claim over the area referred to as the "Finger Area," is giving the Ministry of Defence and the External Affairs sleepless nights.

We have fought three major wars; two against Pakistan that we won and the 1961 war against China that we lost. If China were to launch a full scale war against India today; what would be India's chances of winning the war? Intelligence briefs state that China has fifty nuclear missile launch sites in the Mergui Archipelago. They have also built docking and refuelling sites for their nuclear submarines. In the event of a nuclear attack; we do not stand a chance. Even if the watchdog of global democracy-Big Brother Uncle Sam decides to help India by the time the American forces arrive from their naval bases in the Middle East, the damage would have been done.

Defence chiefs giving interviews to the media and creating noises about startegic air defence and space attack programs may sound great, but how well equipped are we to face the enemy; any enemy for that matter!

The presence and strength of the Indian Navy should be stronger, we need to monitor the Indian Ocean and the Bay of Bengal carefully, the Arabian Sea has always been secure with the constant Coastguard and Customs patrol boats. It is the Indian Ocean with its umpteen islands and atolls that is a cause of concern and worry.

The actions of the Chinese in the coming weeks and at the end of the Bejing Olympics will bring out a clearer picture.

Let us wait and watch.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Musically Yours

Well folks I bought a guitar today.

Lots of plans:)

Let us see what happens.....

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Musings....

Like Hamlet I continue to delay.......

Three years since I met her, three years since she ignited a spark in my heart.

Three years-I have been wanting to tell her-"I Love You."

Three years-I have not had the courage to do that.

I hope I am able to tell her soon.....

Will I ever be able to tell her-"I want to hold your hand..."

I am frightened that she will consider me to be a hypocrite and all this while all my acts were with a hidden intent. I can't bear to think of losing her friendship.

Lord give me strength to confess my feelings to her....and the courage to bear any disappointment that may be caused if she chooses to say-"No" and reject my love.

SEVEN DAYS IN GOD'S OWN COUNTRY

I also visited the Kaimathu Bhagavathy Temple in Mannur, the family deity from my father's side. The evening was spent at Malampuzha dam.

Malampuzha dam

The place was beautiful and the coll evening breeze coupled with the spectacular view of the reservoir and the well maintained park made the trip worthwhile.

To be continued......

Friday, June 13, 2008

SEVEN DAYS IN GOD'S OWN COUNTRY

The trip was essentially a pilgrimage. After seeking the blessings of Lord Vilvadrinathan in Thiruvilvamala, my native village, I went to my ancestral house. The house was sold long ago, but an uncle who lives in the same area still has his house there. The house brings fond memories; imagined memories would be a better term as I have never lived there. I wonder how life would have been in the huge old house; my uncles and aunts going about their daily chores, my mother and my uncle fighting over a book, my grandmother having a hard time keeping them quiet. Transferred thoughts and memories of a house; a lifetime that has gone with a generation that migrated to the city.

My uncle has sold some of his agricultural land to fund the higher education of his daughters, one is pursuing her M.Tech and another has joined college. The house holds an old world charm, simple yet inspiring. The garden at the front with its hibiscus and jasmine plants the mandatory 'thulasi madom,' the coconut and arecanut trees, the mango and papaya trees in the backyard. I have missed a lot, maybe one day in the future, once I am done with this struggle for survival in the corporate world and earned enough money to last another lifetime, I will buy a house like this, near the seaside or in a valley, and lead a life in content retirement. With the grace of God I would have married the woman I admire and love, have kids, and would be free of worries[too many assumptions:)]. Let us hope for the best and come back to the topic......

I stayed for a couple of hours at my uncle's place and then went to Kotayyi to visit the musical genius Chembai's birth place. On the way I clicked some photographs of elephants, farmers singing while working in the paddy fields, and school children playing in the mud.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Seven Days in God's Own Country

I left for Palakkad on May 31, 2008. I boarded the Alleppey Express at Chennai Central. it promptly left Chennai at 21:15. An uneventful night's journey and I landed at Palakkad at 6:15 A.M. on June 1, 2008. I stayed at an uncle's place. He has renovated his ancestral property and the house is built in the proper Kerala architectural style.

That evening I visited Palakkad town and the temples in the region. There is an old fort called Sultan Battery. It is connected with Tipu Sultan, the fort reminded me of the Vellore Fort.

The next day-June 2, 2008 was devoted to visiting my ancestral village-Thiruvilvamala. I visited the Vilvadrinathan Temple, Mannur Kaimathu Bhagavathy Temple, Parakottu Kaavu Bhagavathy Temple and the Sai Baba Temple.

To be continued......

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Five Years Today.....

Today is Moksh's death anniversary. Five years since he left this world. No words can express the joy and sunshine that he brought into the life of our gang. Moksh we know you are out there in the sky looking at us and smiling at our antics.

A salute and a silent prayer from the rest of the gang.

With love from Max, Towfik, Arul, and Mark.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

MUSINGS

The Prelims are over, I have done well, I will have to wait for three months to know the results.

Have started preparing for the Mains, have chosen Geography as the second optional, need to crosscheck if the subject pair is allowed.

Will be going on a pilgrimage to Kerala on May 31 and will be back in the second week of June.

Shall be putting lots of pictures soon.

MONEY MATTERS

It was 9:05 a.m. Mr. Arvind opened his store and removed the milk packets from his bag and put them in the freezer. Then he cleaned his glass windows with a cloth and arranged the newspapers and magazines in the rack next to the billing counter. Satisfied with his arrangements he lit the lamp in front of an image of Lord Ganesha and offered his prayers. Today was a special day and he needed a lot of luck to fulfill his plans.

At 9:15 a.m., the first customer of the day – Mrs. Geetha – came in. She was an old lady with a smiling face and a friend of Mrs. Arvind. She bought two packets of milk, half a dozen eggs, and a pack of flour. Arvind whistled to himself as the clock moved to 9:25 a.m.

At precisely 9:30 a.m., the guard of the Trust Bank opened the bank doors and within five minutes, the four employees of the small bank entered the building to start their days’ work. Arvind waved at them and they smiled at him.

At 9:50 a.m., Rajeev, the boy who assisted Arvind, entered the store. Arvind asked him to man the store and went out to have his breakfast. This was a daily routine; Arvind would visit the Arya Bhavan restaurant on M.G. Road, have his breakfast, and return at 10:30 a.m.

Today, instead of going to Arya Bhavan, Arvind proceeded to the bank. He had disguised himself by wearing a wig, a false moustache and beard, cheek pads inside his mouth, and dark sunglasses. He entered the bank and noticed that none of the customers had come in. He went to the teller and took out his service revolver. The teller’s, Mr. Krishnamurthy’s, face went pale.

Arvind said, “If you make a move I will blast your head off. Now listen to me: empty the trays into this bag.” He handed a Mickey Mouse bag – the ones that were going free with the 1kg Goldies Cornflakes pack. The teller did as he was told and handed the bag back to Arvind. The whole episode was over in seven minutes. Before leaving he took out a small square box and placed it on the counter, and warned the teller, “If you raise the alarm, this will blow, it is a time-bomb, so my friend, adieu.” Poor Mr. Krishnamurthy was shocked, and after five minutes regained his composure and called to his colleagues. He showed them the empty trays and the black square box. Mr. Prasad the manager stared and slapped his forehead in frustration. Then he said, “Not a moment to lose, call the police.” Krishnamurthy interrupted, “But sir, the bomb….” Then there was a beep and the square box started vibrating. All four gulped and called the security guard; he too started to sweat, then the box started beeping again, all of them stepped back. After ten beeps the sound stopped. Mr. Prasad used his mobile phone to call the police.

Arvind took the bag and left the bank. He took an auto and went to the railway station. On his way to the railway station, he heard the sirens of a police car and smiled to himself. Upon reaching the railway station, he bought an unreserved ticket to Mangalore. The train would arrive in ten minutes. He went to the gents’ restroom and took off his disguise. Then, he took out his grocery bag and transferred the stolen money to it. The elements of the disguise went into the Mickey Mouse bag. He put the bag into a dustbin and walked out of the station. He calmly went to the Arya Bhavan restaurant and had his usual breakfast of four idlies, a vada and a glass of filter coffee.

As he paid his bill, the proprietor of the restaurant, Mani Iyer, said, “Arvind sir, do you know that someone robbed the Trust Bank this morning?” Arvind feigned surprise and said, “Oh, God! I need to go to the store! What if the robber strikes there next?”

When Arvind reached his store at 10:35 a.m., the street was crowded with police officers. Arvind was greeted by an excited Rajeev, “Sir, sir, do you know someone robbed the bank.” Arvind moved to the small room at the back of the store, which he used as an office cum godown. He opened the bag and counted the money, there was four lakh forty thousand rupees all in used bills. He divided the money into four bundles and put each bundle in an empty shoebox. On top of the money, he put packets of noodles and moved out of the office after locking the office door.

When the police officers reached the bank, they found the four employees and the security guard waiting for them at the entrance. They pointed to the black box and waited nervously as one officer used a metal detector to check the box. He shouted, “Sir, all clear this is not a bomb.” Everyone walked into the bank and crowded around the counter. A police officer handled the black box gently. It was a small cardboard box that had been painted black. He opened it and started laughing, “Sir this is an alarm clock.” Mr. Krishnamurthy fainted and Mr. Prasad stared at the officers with a stupid look on his face.

At 11:15 a.m., the police officers came and asked questions; they were satisfied with the replies. One of the officers said, “Mr. Arvind, better be careful. The robber might strike your store.”

At 5:45 p.m., Mr. Arvind locked his shop and took an auto to his house. In his hand he carried a bag which had the money that he had previously hidden in the shoeboxes.

His wife Meena greeted him at the door, “Honey, is it true? Did someone rob the bank?” Arvind smiled and nodded his head. He went to the study and locked the door. He took out the ten-volume set of “The History of the World” which his father had gifted him and hid the money carefully in the pages of the books.

Then he took 10-hundred rupee notes and went to the kitchen. His wife and son Mrinal were waiting for him at the dinner table. Mrinal was excited as he held out his report card. “Daddy, I got the first rank in the class, centum in Maths and Science.”

Arvind smiled at his son and gave him 5-hundred rupee notes. The boy was gushing with joy and showed the money to his mother. “Mummy, Dad gave me a prize.” Arvind gave the remaining Rs. 500/- to his wife and said-“Meenu, this is for you. You said you wanted the pink saree that we saw at Ashika Silks, you deserve it.”

Meena hugged her husband and served dinner. Arvind looked at his plate, “Pulav and stuffed capsicums; super - a lovely meal and a happy family.”

That is how Mr. Arvind robbed the Trust Bank. The police said they suspected a bearded man from Mangalore had robbed the bank and they were currently seeking the help of the Mangalore police to arrest the man who had robbed the bank.

© Mahesh Ramani 2008

IPL

Chennai lost one easy match to Bangalore, a team which was defeated by all the other teams. Yesterday Rajasthan prevailed under Warne's dynamism and Chennai lost by 10 runs. With Delhi defeating Mumbai yesterday. Chennai are in a do-or-die situation and will have to defeat Hyderabad in their last match. I hope Gilchrist and Rohit Sharma do not spoil the party and force Dhoni & Co. to make an unceremonious exit.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The tension is mounting a few more days to go. Sunday shall tell how well or how bad I have prepared for the prelims. Let us hope for the best.

Lot of work after May 18. Some decisions that will shape the course of my future will have to be taken by the end of this month. Too many things are running through my mind to put them to paper or onto my blog. All that I hope and pray for is "May the Lord give me strength to fulfill my dreams."

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Time is moving quick and fast, sixteen days to D-Day, the prelims for the Civil Services are scheduled to be held on May 18. The exam is divided into two sections, the first half is from 9:30 to 11:30 then a three hour break and the second half from 2:30 to 4:30. I just want the exam to get over, so that I can start reading all the novels that are piling up thick and fast and the various DVDs that I bought over the last two months.

Akka and Adu are coming to Chennai on May 20. May 31, we are leaving to Kerala for a host of rituals. God willing leave should be sanctioned and I should be able to visit some more temples. I will be back by June 9, and then perhaps the other plans should materialise and I will lots more time in hand.

By the way IPL is interesting and Chennai Superkings lost their first match at Chepauk to the Delhi Daredevils.

Bye folks have a great weekend.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I love cricket both as a player and a spectator. T:20 as a concept and a highly successful experiment that is reaping rich rewards for the ICC, BCCI, Subash Chandra's Zee Group and the players and their respective boards. My question is something to do with the so called supplementary attractions-half-naked cheer-girls dancing to loud music, stunts by bikers and actors, music shows etc..

Cricket is a game that can sustain interest in the viewer on its own. If I wanted to see ridiculously costumed women dance I would as well watch a porn movie or go to a strip bar. Why do we need such unnecessary aping of the American concept of cheer leading, that has its roots in basketball and baseball tournaments.

The Hindustan Times has published an interview with some of the cheerleaders performing in the IPL, all of them feel insecure and are afraid that someone might harm them. They say everyone from a seventy year old grandpa to a 15 year old teenager makes lewd passes and comments at them.

The following is taken from the same article and are thoughts echoed by noted cricket historian Ramchandra Guha-"India’s leading socio-historian and writer, Ramchandra Guha, dubbed the phenomenon of cheerleaders despicable and degrading for the game of cricket.

“All the organisers are doing by making scantily-clad white women dance in front of huge crowds is to stoke the base, voyeuristic and sexual insecurities of the Indian male. It is revolting, appalling and shows the game in very poor light,” a disturbed Guha told HT.

“Why we always have to borrow the worst of the western world is beyond me. I have nothing against the cheerleaders, they are only doing their jobs, but I'm against the very concept,” he added. “It's revolting and crude. I hope people are watching cricket rather than the cheerleaders.”

The obscene amounts of money that has exchanged hands is many times more than the GDP of many African countries. Think of the situation in India, inflation, rising prices of all essential commodities, suicide of farmers.....I know I am moving off-track, but I am just pouring out my frustration on the system. You keep spending so much money on one game and keep crying that the nation cannot produce a single Olympic gold medallist. Look at the sad state of affairs of Indian hockey. Jothikumaran accepting a bribe, K.P.S. Gill's dictatorial control, India's failure to qualify for the Olympics, when are we going to see proper utilization of money earmarked by the government or banks for the sustainable development of the country. Should not the BCCI donate a share of its revenues for national growth of its own free will. Do not these stars have a role to play in the upliftment of the country, many have struggled to reach the heights of wealth, fame and power that they currently reside in; but can't they work for a better tomorrow for the nation.

The bitter truth is that we are least bothered about what happens to others. As long as I am not affected, my family and friends are fine, my job is there, I still get my pay-check-"Sab thik thak hai."(Everything is fine) Unless this attitude changes nothing is going to change. Politicians will continue to fool us with fall promises, scams will keep happening, the dollar will rise and fall, we will continue to be bossed around by China, the USA and Russia, the list goes on......

Unless the change happens from within we are doomed.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Everywhere the situation is the same I meet my friends, ex-colleagues, college mates, all of them have the same glum look. The reason "Matchaan appraisal la aap vechutanga da." (They screwed me in my appraisal.)

"The falling dollar, recession, inflation, hazaar reasons to hit my pocket."

Everyday the prices of essential commodities are rising. The price of milk, oil, cereals.. everything is hitting the aam aadmi.

Things are not rosy.

What to do?

The government both at the centre and the state will have to change their stance. They might actually lose the forthcoming elections if the current trend continues.

In all this tamasha the obsene amount of money that the players in the Indian Premier League make drives me and the economists nuts.

God save me, God save you, and God save this country.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Musings...

The admit-card for the Civil Services Prelims came by post yesterday. The exam is to be held on May 18. Hardly a month left for D-day. Preparations are going on at a moderate speed. Have to hit on the accelerator and focus on my optional subject-Indian History.

There will be two exams. The optional subject in the morning and the general studies paper in the afternoon.

Strange things are happening at work. Everyday it is like a guessing game and one finds out that one more colleague has resigned. Do not know what is going to happen.

The IPL tamasha started yesterday and after lot of babes, glitter, laser lights, stilt dances and stuff, the actual match ended up as a dampener with Brendon Mc Cullum destroying the inflated ego of Vijay Mallya's Royal Challengers with a pulsating knock of 158 runs of just 73 balls.

The Knightriders won by a margin of 142 runs.

Dravid has to do a lot of thinking. Perhaps if the team switches to Mc Dowells from Kingfisher they might win J

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