Monday, March 09, 2009

Open Your Eyes



 
Your eyes are closed,
And ears muffled,
For You are basking in the sun,
   With new friends, 
   Living your Glory days,
Oblivious yet to the fact,
That you are now all alone,
Where are those old friends of yours,
Did they lose their way or have you ventured too far,
Into no-mans land,
Was it the pride, or was it just you,
Trying to look around for the bread crumbs,
As not even your foot-prints with you anymore,
Your eyes now wide open,
And the music enthrals you,
For you see 'em now,
Nowhere but always beside you.


-- JayC

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Roots

Konbae! Gulp… (without the unexpected gulps)…“Now this surely is an improvement over the usual Soju”. Guys, you gotta try it. Everyone’s cracking jokes, and the one leading the way being my manager, Mr. Jeik Kim. The most frivolous of comments by one of the junior engineers being “OK, I’ll bypass the work I get to you Cheng”. And showing off with my Korean vocabulary was fun. It scared the hell out of my team mates. It was like a Chinese-Indian-Korean fun summit, with lots of cultural information sharing and querying.

But then, suddenly, one question dislodged me from my cultural stand. Oh, I forgot to mention about Prabhu, another Indian in my team out here. “How come you two talk in English, and not in your national language?” Now that’s one question I didn’t wanna answer. So, that’s why I think, we should change our national language. Because surely it seems that some people just don’t give a damn about Hindi, right? And what’s so amazing, and I am pretty justified in saying this, is that the government (Central of course) isn’t even bothered about it. The Bangalore moratorium was just one of the many issues where everyone was let down.

It’s sad when I see that we have become so GLOBAL, that we have nothing of our own now. Not even a common language, now that’s a first.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Sweet Revenge

Just an update, beat bro last nite.
Score :
Jay : 6 6
Sid : 3 0

Btw, his serves let him down, and of course I played well...

Monday, September 25, 2006

The day I almost retired!!!!

I love sports. I love games. Don’t we all. But are we a good sport? Are we game for good? Now who decides that then? “No clues!!!” is the best you can come up with!!! Well, then let’s take it for granted that it’s “me” who is responsible. Well at least that’s what I tell myself each day I miss out on my tennis.

But now I am free, and I have no excuse to miss the games. Well not actually free; jobless; yes, jobless is the right word. And I am home, and for the unacquainted, Chandimandir cantt has the best of stages to display my sports prowess. So looking like a fool, carrying my guitar and tennis racket, at the airport pays off at the end. I can’t let the two synthetic courts go waste. It’s time to get back to business.

My dad asked me once, “Son, do you come home to visit us or to play?!!!” Now how does one reply to that? I just smile and ask him for his car keys (btw, my car is way too slow, so I prefer his when I am home). So I have hardly arrived from Bangalore, but the ultimate show down has been set. It’s David vs. Goliath, literally. He’s always had the younger sibling advantage. Genetically more advanced. Touching a 6 ft, he is all set to take on his big bro. Sid’s so dead.

The first day is a disappointing wait. Both the courts occupied. And it’s a Saturday evening. It’s English Premier League night fella, now who has the time to wait for a game. And I ain’t a chicken. Arsenal playing ManU, and Chelsea ready to slaughter Rafael Benitez’s team. “You kidding me bro”.

After a full days home grub, I am all ready. After knocking around with two kids, and bullying them out of the court after playing goody-goody, its play ball.

For one thing, “the grip ain’t right”. “My racket is slipping out of my hand”. “The guts seem so loose, how am I supposed to get control?” “I haven’t played since ages, this ain’t fair.” “That’s it, let’s go home”.

I suck at it. Boy, I used to be good at it. How the hell did he get so good? I taught him every thing I knew (except for my serve and volley tricks). I surely have put on a lot of flab, but that’s not the reason. So what is it? Is the work life taking its toll on me? But I am Superman; I was gonna play all my life. Nothing could tire me till date. So what’s happening?!!! I don’t think I can play tennis any more. That’s it; it’s only golf from tomorrow.

Monday the courts are closed any ways. Wow, what a beautiful day it is. Perfect day to go about the cantonment, cycling. Man, Check out the babes. Now hey come on, I ain’t that old. OK, let’s give it a shot. Tuesday arrives and I am all excited. After drifting and drag racing the whole first half, I am more than happy to see Sid return from college. Now he deserves his share of rest before I try and tell him who is in charge. Anyways, you never asked, but I’ll still tell, I lost 6-4, 6-1 the last time.

And guess what, for a change, it’s me serving the aces. Big serve, move to the net, baam. Fault, big second serve, move to the net, perfect volley. “Boy am I good”. The secret is a locked wrist, and good knee-bend and jump. But more than anything, it’s the self-belief (call it disillusionment) that it’s all so easy.

I t’s been 5 days now, and the first set’s been mine each time. And we won’t be talking about the 2nd or the 3rd. I still have the tinkle in my eyes, the result ain’t changin’ a thing. And you know why, because the first set makes it easy for me to enjoy each game henceforth. That’s how it always is, winning matters, but even a small win can make us forget about the end result. So go ahead, and don’t you stop till you wear out your guts. And yes, don’t forget to enjoy it, after all, its just a game, and there are a ton of excuses one can come up with after its all over.

Game, Set & Match.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Yearn to earn or learn ?!!

Hey, a very nice article from The Financial Times, had to put it here, so that more people read it.

Subject: Financial Times Article 24-Jul-1999

Today's generation of high-earning professionals maintain that their personal fulfilment comes from their jobs and the hours they work. They should grow up, says Thomas Barlow Financial Times.

A friend of mine recently met a young American woman who was studying on a Rhodes Scholarship at Oxford. She already had two degrees from top US universities, had worked as a lawyer and as a social worker in the US, and somewhere along the way had acquired a black belt in kung fu.

Now, however, her course at Oxford was coming to an end and she was thoroughly angst-ridden about what to do next. Her problem was no ordinary one. She couldn't decide whether she should make a lot of money as a corporate lawyer/management consultant, devote herself to charity work helping battered wives in disadvantaged communities, or go to Hollywood to work as a stunt double in kung fu films.

What most struck my friend was not the disparity of this woman's choices, but the earnestness and bad grace with which she ruminated on them. It was almost as though she begrudged her own talents, opportunities and freedom - as though the world had treated her unkindly by forcing her to make such a hard choice.

Her case is symptomatic of our times. In recent years, there has grown up a culture of discontent among the highly educated young something that seems to flare up, especially, when people reach their late 20s and early 30s. It arises not from frustration caused by lack of opportunity, as may have been true in the past, but from an excess of possibilities.

Most theories of adult developmental psychology have a special category for those in their late 20s and early 30s. Whereas the early to mid-20s are seen as a time to establish one's mode of living, the late 20s to early 30s are often considered a period of reappraisal. In a society where people marry and have children young, where financial burdens accumulate early, and where job markets are inflexible, such reappraisals may not last long.

But when people manage to remain free of financial or family burdens, and where the perceived opportunities for alternative careers are many, the reappraisal is likely to be angst-ridden and long lasting. Among no social group is this more true than the modern, international, professional elite: that tribe of young bankers, lawyers, consultants and managers for whom financial, familial, personal, corporate and (increasingly) national ties have become irrelevant. Often they grew up in one country, were educated in another, and are now working in a third. They are independent, well paid, and enriched by experiences that many of their parents could only dream of.

Yet, by their late 20s, many carry a sense of disappointment: that for all their opportunities, freedoms and achievements, life has not delivered quite what they had hoped. At the heart of this disillusionment lies a new attitude towards work. The idea has grown up, in recent years, that work should not be just a means to an end a way to make money, support a family, or gain social prestige - but should provide a rich and fulfilling experience in and of itself. Jobs are no longer just jobs; they are lifestyle options.

Recruiters at financial companies, consultancies and law firms have promoted this conception of work. Job advertisements promise challenge, wide experiences, opportunities for travel and relentless personal development.

Michael is a 33-year-old management consultant who has bought into this vision of late-20th century work. Intelligent and well-educated - with three degrees, including a doctorate - he works in Munich, and has a "stable, long-distance relationship" with a woman living in California. He takes 140 flights a year and works an average of 80 hours a week. Some weeks he works more than 100 hours. When asked if he likes his job, he will say: "I enjoy what I'm doing in terms of the intellectual challenges."

Although he earns a lot, he doesn't spend much. He rents a small apartment, though he is rarely there, and has accumulated very few possessions. He justifies the long hours not in terms of wealth-acquisition, but solely as part of a "learning experience". This attitude to work has several interesting implications, mostly to do with the shifting balance between work and non-work, employment and leisure. Because fulfilling and engrossing work - the sort that is thought to provide the most intense learning experience - often requires long hours or captivates the imagination for long periods of time, it is easy to slip into the idea that the converse is also true: that just by working long hours, one is also engaging in fulfilling and engrossing work. This leads to the popular fallacy that you can measure the value of your job (and, therefore, the amount you are learning from it) by the amount of time you spend on it. And, incidentally, when a premium is placed on learning rather than earning, people are particularly susceptible to this form of self-deceit.

Thus, whereas in the past, when people in their 20s or 30s spoke disparagingly about nine-to-five jobs it was invariably because they were seen as too routine, too unimaginative, or too bourgeois. Now, it is simply because they don't contain enough hours.

Young professionals have not suddenly developed a distaste for leisure, but they have solidly bought into the belief that a 45-hour week necessarily signifies an unfulfilling job. Jane, a 29-year-old corporate lawyer who works in the City of London, tells a story about working on a deal with another lawyer, a young man in his early 30s. At about 3am, he leant over the boardroom desk and said: "Isn't this great? This is when I really love my job." What most struck her about the remark was that the work was irrelevant (she says it was actually rather boring); her colleague simply liked the idea of working late. "It's as though he was validated, or making his life important by this," she says.

Unfortunately, when people can convince themselves that all they need do in order to lead fulfilled and happy lives is to work long hours, they can quickly start to lose reasons for their existence. As they start to think of their employment as a lifestyle, fulfilling and rewarding of itself - and in which the reward is proportional to hours worked - people rapidly begin to substitute work for other aspects of their lives.

Michael, the management consultant, is a good example of this phenomenon. He is prepared to trade (his word) not just goods and time for the experience afforded by his work, but also a substantial measure of commitment in his personal relationships. In a few months, he is being transferred to San Francisco, where he will move in with his girlfriend.

But he's not sure that living in the same house is actually going to change the amount of time he spends on his relationship. "Once I move over, my time involvement on my relationship will not change significantly. My job takes up most of my time and pretty much dominates what I do, when, where and how I do it," he says. Moreover, the reluctance to commit time to a relationship because they are learning so much, and having such an intense and fulfilling time at work is compounded, for some young professionals, by a reluctance to have a long-term relationship at all.

Today, by the time someone reaches 30, they could easily have had three or four jobs in as many different cities - which is not, as it is often portrayed, a function of an insecure global job-market, but of choice.

Robert is 30 years old. He has three degrees and has worked on three continents. He is currently working for the United Nations in Geneva. For him, the most significant deterrent when deciding whether to enter into a relationship is the likely transient nature of the rest of his life. "What is the point in investing all this emotional energy and exposing myself in a relationship, if I am leaving in two months, or if I do not know what I am doing next year?" he says.

Such is the character of the modern, international professional, at least throughout his or her 20s. Spare time, goods and relationships, these are all willingly traded for the exigencies of work. Nothing is valued so highly as accumulated experience. Nothing is neglected so much as commitment. With this work ethic - or perhaps one should call it a "professional development ethic" - becoming so powerful, the globally mobile generation now in its late 20s and early 30s has garnered considerable professional success. At what point, though, does the experience-seeking end?

Kathryn is a successful American academic, 29, who bucked the trend of her generation: she recently turned her life round for someone else. She moved to the UK, specifically, to be with a man, a decision that she says few of her contemporaries understood. "We're not meant to say: 'I made this decision for this person. Today, you're meant to do things for yourself. If you're willing to make sacrifices for others - especially if you're a woman - that's seen as a kind of weakness. I wonder, though, is doing things for yourself really empowerment, or is liberty a kind of trap?" she says. For many, it is a trap that is difficult to break out of, not least because they are so caught up in a culture of professional development. And spoilt for choice, some like the American Rhodes Scholar no doubt become paralysed by their opportunities, unable to do much else in their lives, because they are so determined not to let a single one of their chances slip. If that means minimal personal commitments well into their 30s, so be it.

"Loneliness is better than boredom" is Jane's philosophy. And, although she knows "a lot of professional single women who would give it all up if they met a rich man to marry", she remains far more concerned herself about finding fulfilment at work. "I am constantly questioning whether I am doing the right thing here," she says. "There's an eternal search for a more challenging and satisfying option, a better lifestyle. You always feel you're not doing the right thing always feel as if you should be striving for another goal," she says.

Jane, Michael, Robert and Kathryn grew up as part of a generation with fewer social constraints determining their futures than has been true for probably any other generation in history. They were taught at school that when they grew up they could "do anything", "be anything". It was an idea that was reinforced by popular culture, in films, books and television. The notion that one can do anything is clearly liberating. But life without constraints has also proved a recipe for endless searching, endless questioning of aspirations. It has made this generation obsessed with self-development and determined, for as long as possible, to minimise personal commitments in order to maximise the options open to them. One might see this as a sign of extended adolescence. Eventually, they will be forced to realise that living is as much about closing possibilities as it is about creating them.

Copyright The Financial Times Limited

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Superman

Sunday, July 24, 2005

Lance Armstrong...A rock solid role model



Pheeewww, some weekend this turned out to be. Dull as a Koala, and yet with millions of eyes admiring it all the way, well I'm taking the liberty to use it as an euphemism for the Tour de France for folks who really don’t know much about it . Had it been 5 years back, I wouldn’t have cared a damn, but 2003 was different. Thats when I finally decided to follow the one sport I didn’t really know much about. And what or who made me do that, well, none other than the awe-inspiring feats of Lance, Lance Armstrong. With his 7th consecutive win, he has set an unprecedented benchmark for the raw and young next-gen cyclists all over the world. He has shown the whole world that with sheer human grit, and hard work, the human mind can break the shackles that this physical world imposes.

To the naïve, Lance has defeated cancer and sprung back like a true champion. And that’s exactly what prompted me to follow this Superman doing away with his Kryptonite and to make sure that I saw Lance Armstrong win his 5th title and find out for myself what the Tour is all about. And trust me, the 3 weeks I spent following the event each year, were nothing close to what I had expected. As trivia, let me just cite the fact that these guys cover around 200 kms a day at an average speed of 40kmph (inclusive of both flat-ish and inclined stages), with tops speeds of around 70kmph and that’s averaging out through the whole tour, so that’s 3 weeks of cycling, covering 2232.7 miles, and through all kinds of terrain, plains and the craggy stretches. Now ain’t that just “In your dreams pal!!” But seriously, that’s how fast these guys are. And to make it even more interesting you have the constant jersey switching. The Maillot Jaune, i.e. the Yellow Jersey, keeps switching bikers, being worn by the current overall race leader.



Not only was it an excellent recap of my days in Europe, it was an awesome recapitulation of the physics studied long back, and the display of unselfish and strategic team planning and deployment. And why just teams, even the adversaries were more than willing to provide each other with the drag-resistance by switching bumper positions. Well, for your knowledge, when these guys ride with their bumper nearly touching (around just a few inches separating the front and back bumpers of the two riders), the drag force is reduced by 30%, and that’s a lot when you are riding on the strenuous slopes of the Pyrenees. And what happens if you happen to fall?! Well a fall is pretty much a broken collar bone. And you get to see a lot of that. But still nothing stops these guys from completing the race.

With Lance deciding to call it quits, he steps off the podium finally, to make space for others. So who is going to take over as his successor?! The scene is set for a showdown between Jan Ullrich and Ivan Basso. The two chappies have to carry forward the baton, and live up to the standards that Lance has set for them.

Lance has been nothing more than inspiration ever since I started following the race, though missed out the most of it this year. Though his days with the US Postal team seem to be over now, he shall remain the role model whom I will always look up to.