Monday, May 3, 2010
Educating the Natives
I do understand the need for these and many such business heads to talk up the sales of whatever products they are paid to sell. But running down your potential customer seems like a particularly odd way of going about your business. Cereals are great. Hell, my favourite street dog will eat nothing else. And flavoured sodas can be fun I admit. But I am not sure consuming these confers any great maturity or indicates the evolution of a country from barbarism to civilization.
I am reminded of these two instances every time a self-appointed wealth manager from one of the two multinationals I bank with calls me threatening to make my money work for me. One of them promised to prove that my policy of not using leverage to invest in various market instruments was leaving me poorer each year by what I was earning. Luckily I don’t have to struggle for an answer any more when confronted with such jaw-dropping numbers. A simple question stops the marketing pitch mid-path: How much did your bank lose last quarter? The small matter of $8.4 billion of credit losses in the quarter doesn’t exactly inspire confidence does it?
I have no problems with guys who come in and say look at your roads, your sanitation, your trains, your hospitals. God knows we don’t have a clue about running those and could use all the help we can get. But let’s not fix what ain’t broke.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Slumdogs
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Of Mr Bachchan's Blog
Thanks to the constant references in the media I was drawn to the blog of the supposedly erudite and articulate patriarch of Bollywood Shri Amitabh Bachchan. After reading his outpourings over the last two days I am gob smacked to say the least! Now either Mr Bachchan has left the task to a linguistically challenged mass murderer of the English language or Mr Bachchan’s vast repertoire doesn’t quite include, ahem, language skills! So what – he’s still a great star and a wonderful human being – right! Curiously for such a messiah, there’s a marked lack of sensitivity towards how the bulk of humanity lives. The latest in his daily deluge exhibits shades of "If they can't have cake, they must be diabetic", imperiousness. Shahenshah indeed!
But for all English language teachers across the globe, putting their young wards of classes 5 or 6 through the paces of rudimentary grammar, this is a readymade test paper. Start reading. The italics are my humble contribution:
From the blog of Shri Bachchan (http://bigb.bigadda.com/)
DAY 392
Posted on: May 20, 2009 - 12:17 am Prateeksha, Mumbai
Years later, when we got established in life and were in a capacity to buy crates of
………………….
My anxiety.. my love.. and more !!
Amitabh Bachchan
My Note: For more such gems, visit http://bigb.bigadda.com/
Friday, May 1, 2009
Death of a Teacher
News of the death of my old school teacher Hoshang Kapadia who taught me English through classes XI-XII, has come as a shock. Hoshi or Kapadia as he was called was a gentle, genial soul with a peculiar sense of humour which I found quite mystifying then, but seems so civilized and urbane now.
As is our wont when an old companion passes away, I remember him through the fragments of memory that have survived the decades gone by. We were 17, I think, when he got us to debate on the travails of teenagers. In a classful of angst-ridden boys that was a recipe for disaster but he managed to get us to do reasonable soul-searching with his patience and tact.
In between classes on Coleridge and Shakespeare, his great passion was to turn some of us into good public speakers. To that end he would devote enormous time and energy working with us to fine tune our diction, style, delivery and the nous needed for debating. And it worked alright. The A-team of my good friend Sandip Ghose and AP Singh, was considered the crack debating outfit in
In losing Hoshang Kapadia, I feel a sense of great personal loss, like a childhood friend passing away. Ironically I read about his death the same day that my 13-year old daughter went for her first inter-school public speaking competition. In the end she won only an honourable mention. But I know Hoshi Kapadia, teacher of English and mentor of boys at
Thank you sir.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Proud to be a Punjabi
Sixty one years ago a well-heeled Punjabi hindu family based in
Somehow they persevered eking out a meagre existence by selling food at the nearby railway station. Each morning the women would rise early and cook and the boys would go and hawk it at the station. Then the hunt would start for cheap rations. This continued for several years before finally the family migrated to Shimla and started its life all over again.
Through it there were two constants - they would not beg, ever. Not even to go back to the relatives who had turned them away. And they would not borrow because they knew they had no means of repaying the loans. The pain this caused was intense. One young son died of diarrhea and another grew up with polio. For the others, the teens were not an age to frolic but a time to put their shoulder to the family wheel. But they endured and passed on their lessons to another, more privileged generation.
I know this story because you see these were the families of my parents. I learnt two lessons from them - no work is below my dignity and debt is never an answer to any crisis. Often it worsens it.
To an
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
The War in Mumbai
If my blood boiled to see the terror attacks in Mumbai this last week, I was also appalled by the role played by the TV news media. In the first place, someone needs to define for these newbies what news is. Between doling out on-the-spot awards to our bravehearts, pushing to-do lists, and adopting causes, each of them had only one preoccupation – to prove the exclusivity of their coverage. There was little insight, no investigation, basically now news reporting. Old reporting hands in the print media have been shocked by the gullibility of the TV journos who seem to lap up anything that came from anyone in uniform as if it were the gospel truth. The result was that every few hours we were dutifully informed how the Taj had been ‘sanitised’ and promptly the firing would start again.
This of course highlighted the failure of the authorities charged with taking on the terrorists. But frankly the initial weak-kneed response by the local authorities as well as the police wasn't anything new. It has been visible all along, through all the bombings and the attacks in the past. There is clearly no central command ever in these situations partly because law & order is a state subject and the states are least qualified to handle terror which is seen as a central issue.
But the political paralysis this time was new and very alarming. In the past various leaders have been the first to come out and issue empty statements about things being in control (even if they were not). This time around for 12 hours after the first bit of firing there was absolutely no response. In fact, the next morning Mumbai police put out an alert saying don't go out of your homes unless you have to. Now we know that apart from the 9 terrorists killed another 10-12 got away and are probably in hiding somewhere in the city. At that point only the cops knew it and they must have informed the political leaders, which is why they stayed away not wanting to expose themselves.
The crucial issue for me is what was the military/intelligence leadership up to? The NSG commandos appeared so ill-trained and lacking in basic discipline. It seemed like a throwback to Operation Bluestar. Shooting away recklessly for 36 hours at a static target hardly seems a modern operation. There wasn't even a semblance of an intermediary who would talk to the kidnappers while the commandos took charge. I can understand now why we have made such a mess of
I think in blaming
Meanwhile, the
Some form of a war is inevitable now, largely for political reasons but its impact will be to turn the current recession into a 30s style economic depression.