Every curve you take on this road, you expect to meet someone familiar, only to be frowned upon by a yellow frog or greeted by the curious stare of a hornbill.
Trust me, you will never meet anyone from your neighbourhood or your work place on this road. You will never have to stop to make small talk, unless you want to do that to a wild orchid or a hopping rabbit.
I scan the skyline on my horizon. There ! I see a majestic animal, grazing the vast grasslands.
Three days with no TV, no Internet, no mobiles, no newspaper,no..well the only luxury you have here is unbelievably tasty food, which the local chef churns out and the soothing greenery all around you.
Its good to be lost once in a while.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
~ A Native American Indian's words
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
~ A Native American Indian's words
Friday, September 05, 2008
yawnnnn....
hmm...so its been more than a year since i blogged..shocking..i thot it was just yesterday that i posted last!
its ok, ive been busy doing other stuff...i tell myself...
its ok, ive been busy doing other stuff...i tell myself...
Saturday, July 14, 2007
credit for bad behaviour !!
"There is a new service from Expedia, Travelocity and other travel websites: environmental expiation. If you wish, when you buy a plane ticket, they will figure out how much carbon your trip will be adding to the atmosphere and charge you for it. (For Boston to Los Angeles, about 3,000 miles, it comes to around $9.) The money goes to nonprofit groups that either plant trees to absorb the carbon or produce an equal amount of energy in an eco-friendly way (using windmills and such). You are still increasing the carbon in the air, but someone else, thanks to you, is reducing it by an equal amount.
The genius of carbon credits is that it opens up a whole new inventory of things that people can buy and sell. And there is no reason that the principle should be limited to environmentalism.
For example, how about a "bad-parenting surcharge."
Somewhere in the world there is a parent who is slugging his kid every night. For a price, he would refrain for a night, or even two. By paying that parent not to slug his kid twice, you gain the right to slug your kid just once.
It's a win-win-win. You get to slug your kid. This other father gets the money. The other guy's kid is happy--he gets a night off from being slugged."
Read more at http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1635840,00.html
The genius of carbon credits is that it opens up a whole new inventory of things that people can buy and sell. And there is no reason that the principle should be limited to environmentalism.
For example, how about a "bad-parenting surcharge."
Somewhere in the world there is a parent who is slugging his kid every night. For a price, he would refrain for a night, or even two. By paying that parent not to slug his kid twice, you gain the right to slug your kid just once.
It's a win-win-win. You get to slug your kid. This other father gets the money. The other guy's kid is happy--he gets a night off from being slugged."
Read more at http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1635840,00.html
Friday, June 22, 2007
An optimistic map of America :)
An optimistic map of US, showing towns that actually exist!!
Click below for a full size map
http://www.holdthemustard.com/
Click below for a full size map
http://www.holdthemustard.com/
Sunday, June 17, 2007
An excerpt...
An excerpt from Mr. N R Narayana Murthy's pre-commencement lecture at the New York University (Stern School of Business) on May 9
".....The next event that left an indelible mark on me occurred in 1974. The location: Nis, a border town between former Yugoslavia, now Serbia, and Bulgaria. I was hitchhiking from Paris back to Mysore, India, my home town.
By the time a kind driver dropped me at Nis railway station at 9 p.m. on a Saturday night, the restaurant was closed. So was the bank the next morning, and I could not eat because I had no local money. I slept on the railway platform until 8.30 pm in the night when the Sofia Express pulled in.
The only passengers in my compartment were a girl and a boy. I struck a conversation in French with the young girl. She talked about the travails of living in an iron curtain country, until we were roughly interrupted by some policemen who, I later gathered, were summoned by the young man who thought we were criticising the communist government of Bulgaria.
The girl was led away; my backpack and sleeping bag were confiscated. I was dragged along the platform into a small 8x8 foot room with a cold stone floor and a hole in one corner by way of toilet facilities. I was held in that bitterly cold room without food or water for over 72 hours.
I had lost all hope of ever seeing the outside world again, when the door opened. I was again dragged out unceremoniously, locked up in the guard's compartment on a departing freight train and told that I would be released 20 hours later upon reaching Istanbul. The guard's final words still ring in my ears -- "You are from a friendly country called India and that is why we are letting you go!".
Deep in my heart, I always thank the Bulgarian guards for transforming me from a confused Leftist into a determined, compassionate capitalist!....."
".....The next event that left an indelible mark on me occurred in 1974. The location: Nis, a border town between former Yugoslavia, now Serbia, and Bulgaria. I was hitchhiking from Paris back to Mysore, India, my home town.
By the time a kind driver dropped me at Nis railway station at 9 p.m. on a Saturday night, the restaurant was closed. So was the bank the next morning, and I could not eat because I had no local money. I slept on the railway platform until 8.30 pm in the night when the Sofia Express pulled in.
The only passengers in my compartment were a girl and a boy. I struck a conversation in French with the young girl. She talked about the travails of living in an iron curtain country, until we were roughly interrupted by some policemen who, I later gathered, were summoned by the young man who thought we were criticising the communist government of Bulgaria.
The girl was led away; my backpack and sleeping bag were confiscated. I was dragged along the platform into a small 8x8 foot room with a cold stone floor and a hole in one corner by way of toilet facilities. I was held in that bitterly cold room without food or water for over 72 hours.
I had lost all hope of ever seeing the outside world again, when the door opened. I was again dragged out unceremoniously, locked up in the guard's compartment on a departing freight train and told that I would be released 20 hours later upon reaching Istanbul. The guard's final words still ring in my ears -- "You are from a friendly country called India and that is why we are letting you go!".
Deep in my heart, I always thank the Bulgarian guards for transforming me from a confused Leftist into a determined, compassionate capitalist!....."
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Taste of india !
Yesterday, i had lunch with a client at an indian restaurant.
naturally, one topic of discussion was the cultural differences between US and India.
In between Darrell spoke about 50 yrs of his life, how it was to grow up back in the 70s, how he struggled to make ends meet, how he met his wife, how he narrowly escaped from being drafted out to Vietnam and about his son who came back from Iraq a few weeks ago...
On our way back he said.."i think u and me have the same set of goals in life, we all want to have a family, we all want to provide a decent living to our family, we all want to enjoy our lives. i dont care about your nationality, where you come from and shit like that, but i think we all want the same things. If all of us get it, we are all happy campers"
and i said "Darrell, thats a very broadminded thought, but many people dont get it".
he chuckled "yeah, many people dont get it"
good to know someone who doesnt think "the world is US and US is the world"
naturally, one topic of discussion was the cultural differences between US and India.
In between Darrell spoke about 50 yrs of his life, how it was to grow up back in the 70s, how he struggled to make ends meet, how he met his wife, how he narrowly escaped from being drafted out to Vietnam and about his son who came back from Iraq a few weeks ago...
On our way back he said.."i think u and me have the same set of goals in life, we all want to have a family, we all want to provide a decent living to our family, we all want to enjoy our lives. i dont care about your nationality, where you come from and shit like that, but i think we all want the same things. If all of us get it, we are all happy campers"
and i said "Darrell, thats a very broadminded thought, but many people dont get it".
he chuckled "yeah, many people dont get it"
good to know someone who doesnt think "the world is US and US is the world"
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Friday, April 06, 2007
missing something..
today, i realized what i have been missing in my life for so long..
that, my friends, is nothing but breakfast..
after many many days i had a proper breakfast, as sumptous as it could get in my office cafeteria.."the morning edition special" as they call it...toasted bread with scrambled egg and steak with lots of grated ...ok.i know no one'sinterested in the details, but i cant help adding that i had it all washed down with some good strong coffee(part of the "special" package)...
another important point - im blogging all this not because i dont have anything better to do at work, i have lots of work, but its friday and i am going out for a trip this afternoon...all good enough reasons not to do any work...ok, its time to head home and start packing..
hasta leugo..
that, my friends, is nothing but breakfast..
after many many days i had a proper breakfast, as sumptous as it could get in my office cafeteria.."the morning edition special" as they call it...toasted bread with scrambled egg and steak with lots of grated ...ok.i know no one'sinterested in the details, but i cant help adding that i had it all washed down with some good strong coffee(part of the "special" package)...
another important point - im blogging all this not because i dont have anything better to do at work, i have lots of work, but its friday and i am going out for a trip this afternoon...all good enough reasons not to do any work...ok, its time to head home and start packing..
hasta leugo..
Friday, March 16, 2007
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