Perils of a Phd

Turns out that the T-Shirt I spotted and wrote of in the last post belongeth to a gentleman who would soon become my flatmate. A Phd in linguistics no less.

More rotfl happened when I let him setup the Wifi router , the password he deemed fit:
"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

no kidding. And the period is included.

This and that

For those who checked in and were tired of seeing that Coach post (Doc, that'd be you) ... this and that from where I am.

Seen on a T Shirt
# Memes dont exist , tell your friends.

Conversation
: He's sold his soul
: Nobody buys souls nowadays

Fun fact : This place has the highest restaurants per capita in the USA.Many of them by the uphill I will walk to school. Bon appetit.

Oh yeah, and this guy was awesome . He had the most compelling ,white-collar-Shantaram kind of story to tell. Swindling the state of Oklahoma and running off to Costa Rica... the toll that took on his family and the lesson there for us MBA students.

But just as Martha Stewart made all that money after a stint at the Cooler , he's planning to payback the $4million he was fined through a book and movie deal.Given that he plans to star in the movie. Who knows the upside? ....and besides, how long would you spend in jail to have that money and a booking schedule like that on his website. Bet he doesnt do that for free (anymore).

Cheerio

Who's your COACH? (Gold refulgence)

How much would you pay for a bag by a brand named Coach.

Coach is big in the crossover luxury market. So much so that in Japan it is giving LVMH a run for its money . So, as another pointer to India Poised (muahahaha) comes news that LVMH is picking up a stake in Hidesign to counter Coach in Japan. Link

Would I pay more for a bag called Hidesign than one called Coach?
My Indian-english-educated ass says no , they have to cook-up a brand name.
My seen-Chinese-english ass says maybe the Japs think of a Cinderalla Coach and not an Indian Railways coach /coach class when they go and get that bag.

On the topic of East Asian english , I remember the signs in Shenzhen during my days there. The one that took the cake was this Farico style clothes store which announced its presence with a huge sign 'GOLD REFULGENCE' - pretty much what happens when translations are done by software than by context sensitive people. The chinese like grandiose nature invoking names which prove too much for Seattle programmers.
But even on relatively simple words there can be some amusing mix-ups as when one of my technically brilliant colleagues made a 45 slide presentation on programming practices. It was early days for her in figuring out English . She'd type in the first three letters of a word and then wait for the auto-complete prompt. Over-confidence in that software function resulted in a 45 slide presentation with each slide referring to Valuables , when she meant to use the word 'variable'.

This is a laugh out loud article in the IHT about the Chinese authorities scrambling to avoid englipiss embarrassment during the Olympics.


A billboard for a mall . Beijing officials are trying to improve the English of some ads. A better translation of the sign above might be, "Find something new and be pleasantly surprised."


Prof.Tool and a prominent retired professor, Chen Lin, are now at the vanguard of Beijing's English police, an effort emboldened by the Olympic self-improvement campaigns. City officials have enlisted the two scholars and other experts to retranslate the bad English translations on signs around the city....he spent his weekends visiting different businesses as if he were a detective in a linguistic vice squad. "I go in and I say the Olympics are coming and this sign is wrong," Tool said

Regular blunders include typos on menus in which the "b" in crab becomes a "p." Some translations are trickier - like describing pullet, a hen less than a year old, which appears on some menus as Sexually Inexperienced Chicken. Tool said one prominent sign had become a regular photo op for foreigners: the Dongda Anus Hospital.

Whither Logic

The Bush administration will probably be remembered as one of the most brazenly corrupt in the recent western politics.

The Neo-conservative hubris thats the idealogical fuel of this government was in full view when Wolfowitz was caught pulling his employers pants down to satisfy his girlfriend. When quizzed , all he could say was "The bank has important work to do and I will continue to do it.."

WTF?!!! I bet thats exactly what the maniac running Sudan , the Junta in Burma and even Hitler would've said when quizzed about irregularities.

....and the other thing that pissed me off this week was the pro-gun lobby in the US. In the wake of the Virgina Tech shootings , they've the gall to blame the high-death toll not on the easy availability of guns but on the University's ban on carrying weapons. According to them , the death toll would have been lower had people been allowed to carry guns on campus - then somebody in the room would have had a gun and would have shot the killer before he had the time to kill 32 people. WTF?!

When Saddam 'had' WMD , was the solution to get everybody to have WMD?

Clichehehehehe

It'd be a sin not to share this

Sad&Freud und der MoFo

This is crazy :

The German Defense Ministry said yesterday that an incident in which a soldier was told to imagine facing hostile blacks in the Bronx while firing a machine gun was "absolutely unacceptable."
....
The video shows an instructor and a soldier in camouflage uniforms in a forest. The instructor tells the soldier, "You are in the Bronx. A black van is stopping in front of you. Three African-Americans are getting out and they are insulting your mother in the worst ways... Act."

See the video here

The sad part is that this doesn't seem to be an exception in the way military and even law enforcement training takes place. The parallel between this and those throat slashing islamists screaming 'Death to Infidels' is not insiginifcant. (On which topic Phil Rees - Dining With Terrorists is a highly recommended book. )

That reminds me of one of Nietzsche's famous quotes:
"Whoever battles monsters should take care not to become a monster too, for if you stare long enough into the Abyss, the Abyss stares also into you."


Would you perceive this picture differently if the men were not in military uniforms?


So , somehow , questions about nation state seem to be floating around more than ever. (nod at corp whore...kekeke)

PS : Sam Mendes Jarhead came to mind when I saw that video. Which reminds me I have to dig out that Full Metal Jacket DVD.

Expose Moi

Lust-er , notice the little caption in the pic before we continue.

Am I brand whore? I guess so.

When shopping for DVDs , I look at the cast (De Niro is good but beware of Adam Sandler ) or if its an international film look for a film festival award and review excerpt. When buying books I look for the assuring opinions of The Economist or The New Yorker on the jacket.

But then there's some such thing called over-exposure. So , books like the Tipping Point and Freakonomics stayed off my reading list for a long while. Maybe I am too cool to fall for what everybody else is falling for. The Maverick Delusion? (but we'll come to that shortly)

Recently I picked up Sam Harris 'The End Faith' based on 'em opinions and a decent sounding premise.

Harris has studied Eastern and Western religion for two decades and his premise in this book is

1> Religion as we know it today is a product tribalism
2> It has remained so because debate about religion is pretty much banned
3> Religious 'moderates' aid the fundamentalists because in a bid to be politically correct they disallow serious debate and thus the evolution of thought.
4> Religion can reach the certainties of science if such debate is allowed
5> Its too easy today for a fundamentalist to get his hands on catastrophic bombs , so the status quo cannot continue
6> For a start , each one of us should start condemning those who believe in things without a proof and those who stop us from questioning them.

Its an engaging,well written book. To get a taste of his thinking check out this debate in the Newsweek between him and the pastor/bestselling author of the 'Purpose driven life'.

The post 9/11 world has required that certain types of books be published and one genre thats taken off is the 'religion today' genre. Richard Dawkins was probably the king of this territory but now we have Sam Harris and Daniel Dennett

So , to go back to the point of over-exposure , you must have been living under a rock with your lights turned off if you haven't seen/heard about the 'The God Delusion' by Richard Dawkins. and as becomes a person of my standing , I stayed away from that book...but I did check out some YouTube video to know what the chap was on about. Now , theres a really kickass spoof video 'The Dawkins Delusion'.

Watch the real one first if you haven't heard Dawkins before

The God Delusion

The Dawkins Delusion

...and if you read the Newsweek debate ...Amit Verma on India Uncut has echoed my 'outrage' when he wrote this.

...and since my delusions have been broken , and if our honorable commerce minister Kamal Nath finds the time to got sit in the Mint-HT luxury conference , then who am I to not be reading The Cult of the Luxury Brand , a book that traces the status of luxury brands in Asia. (Quick review: Insightful, good peep into Asian society and the history of 'new money' in Asia , tendency to use complex sentences slight pain) . Samplers of cult status : Not uncommon for Japanese school-girls to sleep with middle-aged men to be able to buy a Louis Vuitton bag (94 % of Tokyo women in their 20s own one), South-Korean women buy bags on installment plans , girls buy a bag and subsist on cup-o-noodles for a while to make ends meet.

Excerpt from the book:

The Tai Tai Prayer
(Tai Tai = Hong Kong kitty party lady)

Armani, which art in Landmark, Hallowed be thy shoes
Thy Prada come , thy shopping done , in Central as it is in Paris
Give us this day our husband's Visa gold card and have him forgive us our
balance, as we forgive those who charge interest against us
Lead us not into Mistukoshi and deliver us from Wing On
For thine is the Chanel , the Gaultier and the Versace.
For Dolce & Gabbana
Amex

To close, on a recent trip to Bangkok Mr.D and I noticed a piece of taxi-art similar to the pic at the top of this post. The difference being that the lady had her piece of clothing thus : One foot on it and the other foot in it. My guess was that she was taking it off(filling the moment with possibilities) . Mr D averred that she was putting it on (filled with the weight of the morning after). Anyway will post a pic when get one and make a minor poll out of it.

Meanwhile pics from the trip are here 1 , 2

Teaser:

Afternoons and ForksandSpoons

Its a most incongruous location.

Afro-Asia building is located on Robinson road in Singapore. Its the kind of building they show in BBC documentaries when voiceover says "...in the 1970's the oil crisis caused a boom in the Saudi economy" , then they show those lego block structures which still have some art-deco hangovers but with the arrogance that the age of multinational corporation brought in , or the kind of building into which a secret agent enters following a diplomat in one of those movies that only the Germans can make dreary.

Its weird, that rectangular building , painted white with its orderly windows and conservative PWD architecture , having a name with the word 'Afro' in it .When I have to wait at the traffic signal across the road from the building , I sometimes try to picture a huge Afro-wig covering the top of the building .

Robinson road, strangely , is a continuation of Anson road . At one traffic signal it magically changes its name. Yeah , that Robinson road is the same one that MTV had in its address and would exhort you to write to in the 90s when they asked you to send in those laboriously crafted letters , which some kid with too much time(or stationery) on his hands actually sent in.

On one end of this road are the Singapore offices of Ogilvy , a nice old victorian structure , hugging the corner of Robinson and some by lane whose name nobody bothers with . The building itself looks rather like the offices of a bank or insurance company in London in the 20s , until you notice the pony tailed gents walking in and out and the towering Singapore stock exchange behind it.

In the midst all this and somewhere between restaurants with names like Munch and Cedele , on the ground floor of Afro-Asia building is Saravana Bhavan.




(Thats is a picture I pulled off saravanabhavan.com and wondered for a while as to why the photographer decided to cover 15 feet of "non core-interest" space on the right of that pic, until I noticed the narcissistic instinct that placed him in the reflection in the glass there. The fella is not even making an effort to hide his intentions as he stands clearly parallel to the glass and attempts to make the bhavan mere collateral in his aggrandizement )


The first time I walked in , I felt cheated of the kind of atmosphere that the word 'Saravana Bhavan' should bring up . In me mind Saravana Bhavan = 'Ottel'. You know , I'm thinking temple street with its large bindi-ed flower and coconut vendors , gunny sacks , the frustrated rickshaw clamoring for space with his cycle-bell and the passing TVS with its pillion rider family clinging on for dear life. Yeah , like corp whore would agree , life is full of stereotypes ( which is probably why change is so difficult)

Inside too , the decor is in direct contravention to what an 'ottel' should be.There are ergonomic plastic chairs , a circular steel sink to wash your hands in , forks and spoons to be collected from a tray and when you ask the guy at the counter

"Idiyappa-tilla sakkarai irukumma"
(Is the Idiyappam sweetened with sugar?)

...the guy , who'd look at home in Toothukudi (or Tuticorin for you anglicised babus) will reply in chaste queen's language

" No sir, we just add some cinnamon"

This guy also has a tendency to look extremely irritated if you point out that the plate has only two idlis when the photo-menu behind him with the price shows three idlis. (and they dont even bother abt a disclaimer along the lines of 'Accessories shown in the picture are not a part of standard equipment')




I'm given a token number which I have to place on my chosen table . If its between 12:20 and 1:00 , then its guaranteed , that I'd have to elbow out some eager beaver to get a seat away from the aisle. You see , at those times , its a full house and one cannot savor rasam without being arse-brushed by every passer by.

Then theres the game of displaying the token correctly. In all their wisdom , they've gone and hired some chom waiters who armed with your plate of lunch and a token number to deliver it too, will roam the single-aisle managing to turn their head at the precise moment that your token would come into view , where it was obscured by somebody's arse or handbag.

Thats followed by the art of pursuing the full meal .It has all the trappings of south-indian meal in a restaurant which likes to flaunt its north-Indianess (more blasphemy of the "Saravana Bhavan' imagery) . The thali comes with six or seven little bowls filled with carrot-coconut, beetroot, rasam , sambhar , kozhambu , keerai(spinach) , curds and one with the quintessential 'sweet'. Now the curious thing is accompanying this array would be two puri's , which have exactly 1/4th diameter that any self-respecting puri should have . And by the way , which of the side-dishes should this go with? To save you from that mind numbing puzzle is a mound of rice which can be doused with kozhambu to banish those rats in the belly. Then theres the water which is served in plastic cups . Yebba!

When you try to forget your sorrows of the rape of the Saravana Bhavan experience , theyd go and play some song like "Vaaza meenukkum valakka meenukkum kalyanama" which appeals to some part of your heart that longs for things you'd be sick off in 10 minutes and then you'd forget the gross indiscretions and bring forth a happy burp.

The good thing , is this Ottel is situated right next to a book shop.This too is subject to the 12:20 to 1:00 rush , so that you'll find a crowd of post lunch browsers getting their fill of Fall fashion or the lack of it in the new Maxim or FHM. If you thought you had your quota of lunch time butt brushes , tough luck .

As I carefully sidestep that crowd and the crowd around the self-help sections lest I be defiled, I come in view of my favorite shelves. There I spend sometime leching after books like "Ideas: From Fire to Freud" or "Life and Death in Shanghai" . Then , when between that shelf and before I come around to laugh at Mitch Albom's "The five people you meet in heaven" , I come across the table where $5 books are piled. I've combed this table on a dozen occasions , only to be faced with choosing between David Baldacci and the novel version of "The Transporter : 2".

Fate decided that I deserved better and placed this on that table yesterday.





David Sedaris has been hailed one of the funniest writers alive . The first story in the book , which you can read here , had me guffawing in the Singapore public transport system . In the past Nick Hornby and Woody Allen have elicited the same response and not because they write a very different type of comedy. With shades of R.K.Narayan , Salinger , Chekov , Jerome K Jerome , Gerald Durrel and the two mentioned previously , the book is an awesome read. Funny yet poignant as the best of them.


Like Saravana Bhavan and the things in it , Sedaris' world is filled with the eccentricities of everyday life. Or is our world filled always with the same , but only that, quite often , the traffic light that had me wondering of the afro atop the building , instead worries me about the 30 seconds of a conference call that I might miss?

Megacorp

"Megacorp is a term popularized by William Gibson derived from the combination of the prefix mega- with an abbreviation of the word corporation. It has become a term popularly used in cyberpunk literature. It refers to a corporation that is a massive conglomerate, holding monopolistic or near-monopolistic control over multiple markets (thus, it exhibits both horizontal and vertical monopoly). Megacorps are so powerful that they can ignore the law, possess their own heavily-armed (often military-sized) security forces, hold 'sovereign' territory, and possibly even act as an outright government. They often exercise a large degree of control over their employees, with the idea of 'corporate culture' taken to the extreme."

It may be no surprise that the guy who coined that term came to the land where I live now and wrote this . Crackling , Laugh out loud article .

That was way back in 1993 and surprisingly even after billions have been spent to get rid of that sheen , the article is still 90% true.

Now, there sure is something to be said about pragmatism , and thats where the place seems to excel . It has produced some of the best geo-political commentators . If thats all you've got to live by , you get good at it .... and it helps if you have an interest in the philosophy of sun-tzu and others who gave rise to the empire which lead Napolean to remark :

"Let China sleep for when she awakes, she will shake the world"

Good read this one by one of the sharpest observers of international affairs who retired as the Chief of the UN Security Council . Offers an anti-dote to the kind of analysis we receive from the anglo-saxon world.




From the Asian Financial Crisis to the 'westernisation' of China in the 80s through television and the wisdom of Deng Xiao Ping , Mahbubani handles these topics with ease and passion. He exhorts American policy makers to re-evaluate their foreign policy approach to include the 'law of unintended consequences' .

Occasionally though , the language lacks authority and his admiration for 'American univeristy education' can seem to verge on the servile (its after all a pragmatists book) . His constant reference to 'educated elite' and 'sophisticated classes' led me to reinforce my views on the hierarchical system here until I was realized that the ruling class in every country - whether it had Laloo at the helm or a Cambridge educated Nehru , each country has its educated elite who largely determine the course of the nation. It may have been the same knee jerk anti-elitism that led Mao to persecute any 'intellectual' during China's cultural revolution.

I still recall the day four years ago when I half-sneeringly asked one of my Chinese colleagues , "Do you like Hu Jintao " , his plain reply was "Do you like Vajpayee?" . Nominal democracy does have its advantages , but one can take a moral argument too far.

After reading the book , one realizes what a failure Channel NewsAsia has been . It was launched to serve a similar purpose but has since descended into being nothing more than a place where reporters practice gesticulating wildly to seem informed...and now and then vaguely alluding to some ethereal 'asian perspective' with background shots of bamboo/pagodas.

Hope the new Al-Jazeera english channel based in Kuala-Lumpur will do better .

Waking up

Its been many moons since the last post...so I'll take this with a warm up.

Them clouds have always had a special place in my heart(think Ive got one)...not like when I gape at them on a clear day (which I've started doing after I heard of this )

...but like when clouds come down to meet the earthly.

My top three trysts with clouds

3. Flying over the red-brown mountains of central Asia , gazing across the expanse to the horizon , I see a snow-capped peak , head and shoulders above the clouds
(If you fly to Europe or back from Delhi take a window seat on a flight time that will afford you a gape at the beauty of the mountains beyond the Hindu-Kush)

2. One morning , fresh like it can be on a morning after sending some , trekked up the hill face in Munnar and perched on a rock atop , I see this cloud approaching. Slowly it does and it breaks into the mist that surrounds me. Like many of those things in life , the most beautiful things can be so simple when you meet them.

1. Aged 8 in Ooty , chasing some plaited skirts , suddenly find myself in a cloud. Felt like being in cotton-candy. A little scared , faced with the limited visibility. ...first times are always the best eh?

So....to warm up from the long silence when I stood in my balcony gazing at the monsoons devour the sauna that is Singapore....





.....not to evoke the wrong gods....but that sight kind of reminded me of that 11th of Sep....and when we are on the topic of twin-towers...heres one I grabbed last year in KL

What repeats itself

Remember that MTV filler with a cat meowing and a dog barking and pistol going off - "meow" "bow" "TISH!!!" - and all looped?

You like? Then check it video below




Which reminded me of this by Da Main-man Mark Romanek




Enzoi

High strung Burman

I've been tripping on Kronos Quartet for sometime now.



They're a string quartet who have been around since the late 70's.
Mainly playing comissioned works , they colloborate with a number of eclectic composers.

In Aug this year they released "You've stolen my heart" with Asha Bhosle.
First imperssion maybe that it's more Asha Bhosle than string quartet , but its also more Burman that Bhosle.

Preview here.
(click on 'Preview' at the bottom of the page)

'tis a string party.

Check out the wicked start on Dum Maro Dum and the writhing strings throughout on the instrumental 'Mehbooba' and 'Piya too Ab to Aaja'.

Trippy.

What IS

The last post used the world IS as an idea of defintion. But here is something to chew on.

I dont know abt you , but when I see a yahoo msngr 'Avatar' blink , its a different feeling . Not quite the same as the Windows 'search puppy' blink.

I have never been big on gaming or its online version. When I heard that in Korea players were trading their online wins for real money , it did pique my curiosity.

Ted Castronova at Indiana Univeristy in Bloomington is a pioneer in this study. He's an economist with some interesting takes on what virtual worlds mean.

Check this out.
(Click on REAL on the page)

This always seemed as some kind of 'game' - what put this in perspective is the new online community called Second Life.

Virtual worlds are evolving from games to become more than a game , to become a society . Like an orkut with a physical dimension and voicechat replacing the keyboard.

Get this , the virtual world trade in this economy is worth about the same as the basketball shoe market in the United States.

Indiana University is a pioneer in this study , with the Synthetic World's Institute

The case for research in this field is convincingly made in pages 3 to 9 of this pdf . If you liked the Economist article , you will love this document.

Virtual reality is increasingly being used by Market researchers to study in-store behaviour . Reebok , Nike and any marketer who thinks of himself as cutting-edge is looking to invest in this world.

In the wake of the GooTube deal , Second Life is seen as a strong contender for the next billion bucks shovelled into Web 2.0

The excitement in this field is only bound to continue . Get used to it , someday when all your orkut friends have moved onto a virtual world , you will too.

what your definition IS

So , in the yesteryear , yours truly would trip on a show called 'Over the Edge'on channel V . It was a show that would take all the stuff they could not show at earthly hours when Dorothy might turn on the telly or the stuff that they could not slot into 'House of Noise' and throw it at you in one concentrated half hour of weirdness.

Thus painted by the soundtrack of Chuck Palahniuk's imagination , I would approach junta with the question - 'Do you like Beck?'
Often , the expression would change to that they wear when theyve squished a large insect and just noticed the green splotch....no I exaggerate ...the answer would be a ".....its weird stuff" , with the preceding dots in that line punctauated by hints of the above mentioned look.

Its good to see though that junta who would not touch such music with a bargepole cozy upto this genre from different angles.

Stumbled on this site today - Ishkur

There's electronic music from before the cows left home.
It has some kick-ass genre explanations , like this one that tripped me no end (bcos it rings true?) - IDM Artcore. Yeah, thats a name of a genre of electronic music.

Click on the pic and checkout the explanation on the bottom right.



Yeah, I did like IDM track one .
For those of you who remember the video from Unkle that was banned(in aid of sweet Dorothy) bcos it had a guy walkin thru a tunnel , getting pummelled by passing cars. That song is under the genre Illbient (under Downtempo - top right) . 'Ill' as in thats wicked , thats baaad , thats Ill. Buahahahaha

Have fun.

We know a LOT about you (insert diabolic laugh)

So, I rebuilt my laptop thanks to some arthritic windows performance.

Installed Firefox and found a google web accelarator that over the past 4 days has saved me an awful lot of time as it proudly proclaims on my taskbar



As much as Google would like to apply science for the greater good of humanity - to banish hunger or your need to sit in a public restroom - there's still a way to go and I'm ready to live with 20 secs saved over 5 hours online.

But , what I cant live with is my homepage changing automatically to this:


Now , I cant recite the Kural backwards , but I'm a proud tamil - but how did Google know?

Where did they snoop around on my hard disk ? I dont have tamil files on my disk, and I dont surf tamil sites - so , howd they know?

What are they tapping into? My previous post on this blog with a Tamil headline? My sub-conscious ? WTF??????

So , while they are laughing all the way to the bank selling targetted advertising - I have to go and change my home page back to Englipiss.

...and curiosity led me to click aroud and I noticed that the Google Tamil page does not have a News link - neither does Google Telugu,Kannada,Hindi,Gujarati,Bangla - but the Arabic,Chinese,Spanish and French sites do have the news link.

W T F???

Is this a google conspiracy to systematically deprive Indians of the news ? Another ploy to stem the tide of outsourcing by encouraging us to hemorrhage on indiatimes?

Be afraid , be very afraid - theyre watching us and theyre plotting.

Or maybe I've gone loony on myself , maybe this is coming from the voice that spoke to me last night , from the mandala that dominates my amygdala.

Or maybe that last para is auto inserted by Google to undermine the solid logic in my rant.

Any which way , guess its time to review those privacy agreements before you click
"I whole-heartedly agree to be your BDSM slave"

How do you spell Miami?

B - A - D
Thats how .

Yeah NY has its PD and so does LA , and Chicago had its hooch days , and then there is Vegas , but nothing screams criminal chutzpah like Miami.
NY has it soho and columbia liberal-cultural arse trade hub status . LA is just too many freeways and nigga , Vegas is just sin city.
Miami has focus.
Its pastels in art-deco beachfront and suits in the 80s Miami Vice and the chainsaw amputation in Scarface . At the meeting of the industrial-military complex that's the USA and the cut throat justice of a Colombian gangster, Miami is the BAD boy.

Miami Vice is a bang for buck action flick from the man. Michael Mann.
Colin Farell does a passable job and like someone said , even if he has some talent , he'll be one of those guys who never seems to make it.
Jamie Foxx is his partner in crime , busting crime.



But , the onscreen presence that takes the cake is Gong Li .



She just exudes menacing *bitch* , confidence and vulnerability in quick turns. Her mainland china accent rocks the delivery with an uncanny spin.
(...sometimes does sound manufactured though)

The script is quite thin, relying on the action and quick lines.

What ROCKS is Mann's visual style. Witness the scenes with that black and white striped building , the buildings curved on the windshield as they drive thru the city , the clouds and car in the scene when Colin and Gong Li drive up to their house in Havana. Paintings each of them.
Mann could easily be the new Edward Hopper interpreting urban America.
While he shines in urban landscapes , there some kick-Ansell Adams' -ass shots too.
Those 5 or 6 scenes where the photography overloads ur visual processing make the money all worth it.

This sense adds the kitsch to the chutzpah mentioned earlier (and that's as much verbal oomph I can put in one sentence)

The thing is , with all that genius on so few scenes , sometimes its tiring to see a scene without such composition . But hey , he's only a Mann.(sorry)

Go watch Miami Vice. Solid action , fast paced script and sheer Miami Kitsch will give a good 2 hr experience.
And do yourself a favor , watch it on the big screen .
Gong-Li's little mole needs a large screen to dazzle you.

More of less ....(when its not less)

So... stirred by the music of Steve Reich , I set forth to get more of it
....and found out about Philip Glass.




I couldnt agree more with Wiki(or the man)
"His music is frequently described as minimalist, though he prefers the term theatre music"


Minimalist or not , its some real music.

"He is considered one of the most influential composers of the late-20th century and is widely acknowledged as a composer who has brought art music to the public (apart from precursors such as Kurt Weill and Leonard Bernstein), in creating an accessibility not previously recognised by the broader market."

Truly accessible , I may listen to Chopin or Bach . But, Glass's music - it talks to me.

..and whats more its all for your listening pleasure with this cool online tool (remember its NOT point and click but click and slide and I'm not sure it works with Firefox )
....been tripping on Intensity track there.

Check it out...and if you need some convincing , the mans scored the music for The Truman Show, The Hours , The Fog of War and Kundun.

Give that link a go.

Thaisome

This pic might not make it as big as the lone guy blocking the path of a tank in Tiananmen , but its quite a pic

Kids posing in front of Tanks on Bangkok's streets - The military took control of the country last night

Tis also a nod at Thai dealings - things are rarely what they seem.

The level of shadow puppetry thats lead to last night's coup had exhausted the country and dented the economy to no small extent.

Thaksin has been a lame duck since Jan and his declaration from NYC that he has ordered martial law is beyond silly

He rarely was in the King's good books and that does not help his political career .

He had even gone so far as putting up posters of himself on many a country road . Posters that show him dressed in Royal regalia , with medals and all , much like the King's - recipe to get bullied.

Someone else who has gotten bullied in this whole affair is Temasek.
Their 2.6 Billion $ stake in AIS has already seen 40% of its value eroded with all the turmoil following their buying Thaksin's family business earlier this year.

This article in the financial times is a sparkling piece on the extent of 'adjust maadi' in Thai FDI system and the problem with that is that it is a house of cards.

Just like Thaksin's was when he messed with the Army and the King.


Investors will better have learned a few lessons following this episode.

Silly Cool

Dilletante tagged me to put up a sily pic of myself

Staying in Singapore and watching Channel News Asia reporters gesture wildy with no reason , Ive become quite an expert on the deft use of hands to convey cool.
So , when my 9 yr old nephew hijacked the camera....Struck a pose in the shade of some balcony laundry



In turn I tag vkb and Ash.o.k - yeah more silliness

Vela trip (vera velai illai)

So..some minimalist music and velagiri has yielded some trippin

First off , its Steve Reich(whose music might last a thousand years....err dubba pun , but I spent some formative years thumbing books on the Nazis)....he supposedly a 'minimalistic' musician. Which is what I thought when I heard "Electric Counterpoint - Slow" and "Electric Counterpoint - Fast" . I liked the ...well..minimalism and got the album Music for 18 musicians which was made by his ensemble which started with 3 and grew to 18.



The album like Couter point is variations of the same set.
Section 3 , is like Bjork's Pagan Poetry meets the care-free exuberence of some classic 80's Ilayaraaja for Mani Ratnam . Such is the music.

Critiqued here


...and talking of strange sounds , I saw Broken Flowers last week , after a while listening to that haunting score by Mulatu Astatqe , I recalled that I indeed possessed a DVD of the same, which I bought in this trippy alley in DJakarta




Enjoyed watching the movie , though Bill Murray's general zombie countenace like in Lost in Translation is becoming solpa boring
...nyway , watching the movie made me research Mulatu and I stumbled upon Fela Kuti's wiki entry , some guy!....funny article that...reads like the exploits of a dada-ist AfroBeat musician.

...and among other things , came across this Shunga(Hentai)by Hokusai


The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife , 19th Century wood cut

.... which reminded me of this old goth painting , but with a kind of twist only the Japs can introduce


The Nightmare, Henry Fuseli, 1781

...and last I found this blog ,of a desi who said this




I'll let you discover more - here

All in all vela paisa vasool for broadband .

On over-analysis (that leads to over-simplification)

So , vkb put up this post about how the gmail toolbar is confusing.
Although his blog is way too much OTH at times , GUI design is something where, I like to believe, I'm entitled to some opinions

On pondering over it at length for 15 secs , I think the logic wouldve been - "In the Inbox and Allmail folders , the Delete button is the last one , as clicking on it will mean that those emails do not belong to that folder. So , the last button has a 'does not belong here' function . ....and in the Spam folder , the 'Not Spam' button does the same - the non-spam email does not belong there"

That leads us to the question , was that over-analysis by the gmail team.As opposed to a focus on the user and intuition . Paradoxically Over analysis leads to over-simplification where the assumption is somethings can be accurately analysed conceptually.

On a related note , I am trippin on Mr.D's recommendation - Paco Underhill's Why We Buy (...which leads me to discover that Wiki has not english entry for this dude)

So...I have this theory that car companies have a little trick. Its called the 'hard to get' . All the luxury cars have a certain similar flow of lines. Think Jaguar , BMW x Series, Lexus - they have a common set of design elements , which probably incorporate what is the current perception of 'wow!' (good wow) . Now , I'd argue that it is equally easy to make a car having these same elements at a much lower , mass-market price . But then , they would not be the scheming merchants then , would they?




...now why dont you see tail lights and lines like that on a Ford Focus or Honda City
...thats the arbit theory of the week...a series which was not so much a series until this post....the theory though is kinda tested by the fact that the Camry and the Lexus share lineage and the 2007 camry kicks some semi-serious ass .



...maybe thats the plan ...phase out some ghise-pitey 'wow' elements by introducing them into the lower price bracket (?)


moving along .. Cisco is coming to a TV near you. So, they suddenly woke up and thought they need to be a consumer company ....no maybe they found that out when they acquired Linksys who makes your wireless router...anyway..appears they will get a new logo in Oct to go with the whole story...will be interesting to see that play out - and since this push is headed by a woman , it reminds me of Fiorina at HP trying to be all 'consumer' and make digital cameras and all kinds of consumer stuff ...some companies can only do somethings (Dell also made mp3 players and digital cameras - frickin Dell!!!).... personally...I am rooting for Cisco , they maybe the big bad boy(ala Microsoft) stifling competition in their industry , but one has to hand it to people who want to do new stuff. Go Steve!

Go to barcamp

...continuing on the open source theme from the last post...

I heard of this concept of Barcamp.....which is pretty much a 'wiki' like event .
(Wunder how long it will take 'wiki' to be in the dictionary ala googled)




You can check it here

Recall a died-before-it-saw-the-light-of-someones-eyes-wall-mag that el'Nanny and me made back in College , which was torn down by some over enthusiastic canteen wall cleaner.

Anyway although BarCamp started off as a tech-geek thing it no longer is.
See if you can manage one.

barcamp , cool concept.

Its out there

I remember seeing the first report on MIT OCW , their effort to make their learning available on the internet ,and being impressed.
Glad to see now that it has buy in from Johns Hopkins, Tufts , Duke , among 100 universities from around the world now a part of the OCW Consortium.




Which resonates with the Moosh man Thomas Friedman , giving this lecture on his book, The World is Flat at MIT - View here . He never fails to impress , except maybe when he goofs some technological reference (those details are not his job) , or when he says bUngalore , but you better get used to phirangs doing that.

Anyway...abt OCW - if reading is not your cuppa , theres some cool audio/video lectures.

Its sad though that given India's role in the new digital world , there not one Indian university in the OCW Consortium. Is that because of the level of government control on Indian universities?

Now they'll ban my blog.

Another take on TV

Some junta like to be all psued and take pride in tha fact that they hardly ever turn on the TV . Thooooo ninna - thats probably because , as far as you are concerned , TV means Everybody loves fuckin' Raymond or smthin.

Russel Davies(some adworld dude) , much like my Taiwan post below has this collection , of All TV channels in the hotel .Check it out Amman , Miami

Smthin an all (or chummaaa post)

Last night , saw this black car go by , in the darkness what stood out was MASERATI scrawled in size 100 font on the side of the car .

What kind of a tikla does that?

I can picture him , each morning , beholding his wheels and exulting "YEAH!!!!! YEEEEAAAAH!!!! " , egged on by the scrawled name - with the same gusto as Beavis going "I need TP for my bunghole!"

Then in other stuff .... watched "Everything is Illuminated" , its disarmingly funny for the most part. Those Ukrainians kicksass ....and so does the central asian landscape .... ...talking of that ....twiddling thumbs in a meeting , I was rescued by a large map of the world on the wall. Lesson learnt - Kazakhstan is as large as India.

Central asia man! , I am going to tour that place on a bike , or better a caravan -someday.

Anyway... The movie is well worth a watch just for the acting , however I get the feeling the book'd have been better. Sadly , Elijah Wood does nothing more than look puzzled or keeps a wooden expression. The man who rocks is Eugene Hutz , actually born in Ukraine he is the King of this 'Premium' Movie.


Eugene Hutz on the right.

...and these two together rock the show



Then again , last week , found the dvd of "The Proposition" , starring Guy Pearce.
What made me buy it is the fact that it was written by and with music by da' dude Nick Cave .

Set in the Australian outback in the 1800s it has some stunning landscapes and quite strongly conveys the isolation of settler life there. The story is quite straight forward , but with some excellent acting by Emily Watson . The others too do a good job.
Solpa disappointed though that the music by da' Dude twas not quite what I expected , nice opening credits song though.

Among other things , I went and bought 'Introducing Semiotics' , trippin only , its like a Mobius strip , words dissecting the import of words...or whatever man

..and now to finish with a desi story I hrd
The University of Texas at Arlington has one of the highest desi student populations , so apparently there is this hostel block(or student hall or whatever those guys going to 'school' like to call hostles) with only desis.
Some clueless Amru visitor , looking for his Amru friend wanders in there and knocks on one of the doors
Sleepy desi opens the door

Amru : Is Dan Here?

Desi: No , there are no foreigners in this block

Reality can be a dream

Easy is right.
Begin right, and you will be easy.
Continue easy and you are right...
The right way to go easy is to forget the right way, and forget that the going is easy.

Chuang Tzu

Naruwan Taiwan

Never had been to a Chinese country that enjoyed unfettered democratic freedom.

The change was heralded by this




I like the way that letter ended , those last 3 words are used time and again by foreigners to best describe the quirks of that country and its colourful parliament.(Check this 1 , 2, 3 )

..and some grand freedom too , even in proud-of-freedom India or Bush country , I doubt if a protest wouldve been allowed right at the main entrance to the Hotel



...but hey , it was not without some supervision



...and some photo ops for Tourist brethren from less free Chinese lands .
Tamasha.Cheese.Click.



Given that approach to dissent , the news media has a ball.
Not sure if Indian media has yet reached this level of Frenzy.(Aye! to the Gents 1 , 2)
Every little restaurant/shop/barber who has a TV is glued to breaking news...no matter if its been broken to smithereens by 48 hours coverage.
In Taipei, News is King . Solpa contrast to pelvic grinding Jhankar in Indian small shop TV.

TV graphics on steroids

President Chen Shui Bian is facing a recall motion thanks to his wife trying to sell SOGO(ala Shoppers Stop) discount vouchers worth millions - new frontiers in under the table innovation.... and the media milked it.





...complete with flow charts






... and you know the media is doing more than its job when you have question marks and exclamation spicing headlines



..which might be alright if we are talking political scam. But speed limits?



...or a panel discussion with a dentist??




...and, yeah - I tripped on the blazing colours, sensationalism and Chinese dissent.

But this tendecny to cram every inch of eyeball real estate goes beyond Television, evidence this chinki chaat stall



Its probably no coincidence those TV screens remind one of Japanese TV games.
The Japanese cultural Armada has shaped a large slice of Taiwanese conscious...and street signage




Which leads to outdoor innvovations like this building(not an exception at all)
in downtown Taipei

Keep Gaping.



But there sure is more to this nation of 20 million.

I expected a Hong Kong/Singapore like aam junta disposition , and as anal as customers can be about procedure and precision , I found the people quite chilled out , unhurried and garrulous. Taxi drivers entertained me with their barrage of mandarin to encourage my spartan knowledge of that fascinating tongue.



..and to satisfy the famed Chinese libido , the city is peppered with Love Hotels . Complete with 24 hrs inhouse porn channels.



..and with Computex Taipei on and all hotels full,and while I lounged here , one of my colleagues solpa bent company policy by shacking in one of those .
If he did care to find out what Room Service meant in a hotel like that , he kept it to himself.

This is whats called a truly national beer.



.... much as this bird tries to paint itself in the colours of the Chinese Opera



I used to trip no-end on that Famous Grouse TV ad.


...and ofcourse no visit to a Chinese city is complete without guffawing at the Ingwen



Check it the guy inside , making a point as a Frenchie would in a Parisian Cafe.
As popular as golf is in East Asia, my guess is more business is carried out in Massage parlours than on the greens.

Meanwhile at Shihlin Night market -
Dear God! We have a situation , Consumerism is in overdrive.



...and I'm a selling the values on this T-Shirt



... and there are five Starbucks and seven 7-11's within 5 mins walk of each other



But then again , theres also street food to die for..



..and wash it down with some Chinese Tea ( thats now cosy with Japanese heating technology)



...or some bitter gourd and carrot juice



...yeah thats bitter gourd on the left , fat as fat cucumber and the colour of a ripe guava.



...but also Dear Lord ,look , heres a Cat striking a pose



...and Ray Charles is Smiling ... so maybe its still OK



Chinese Ray chose a vertical keyboard , probably because,back in the day , Chinese was written right to left and top down.As this vertical menu attests



On the 30min commute , often times saw stalls with bright lights and sultry women , on enquiry they turned out to be Ping-lang chi-tsi. Its never Ping-lang nuihai(Betel Nut woman) ,its always Ping-lang chi-tsi, like if we'd say Yeley Adke Apsarae









Imagined the stall back in the day when mini-skirts were unknown in China , a geisha with a red-tongue .

Much like the Indian association of beeda with sensuality....remember ? Khushboo in Nattamai jiving to 'Kotta paakaum..kozhundu vettalyaum..pottal vayyy sevakkum' ...buahahahaha

Anyway ...these bright neon lights are on every street in Taipei .The economics support that number , a pack of 7 little beedas , the size of a large bubble gum costs about Rs.70 .
And so the clientele spends more on Betel nut than does the average chain smoker on ciggies...and it has a cult following on the night-club circuit.

Reminded me of the days in school when we'd hoard up on Bambaiya from Friends Stores during the lunch break.

Ofcourse , I had to try some pinglang , and stopped by that chi-tsi above .



The Taxi driver warned me its addictive . I ventured forth boldly.
...and as I savored the juices , our friendly taxi driver went onto describe how a famed local fraudster not unlike Harshad Mehta , was sentenced to 10years in jail and the terms of confinement included only 20mintues a day outside the cell for a walk in the prison yard. Devout ping-lang chewer that he was, he pleaded that he be given ping-lang in exchange for giving-up the 20min a day walk.
Thats Stranger than Camus.

...and last, the place that served some kickass Taro bubble tea and reminded me to blog this.



Cross posted at Traveblogs

Start maaDing

Having deferred my grand plans of doing a Michael Palin , first filming and then writing Sahara , I made my first post to Travelblogs with pics from Circa 18 months ago.

Afternoon in Cipanas

Cipanas is a tea garden town outside Bandung,Indonesia.
Bandung is 2 hours from Jakarta on a freeway which can be a parking lot on weekends and public holidays.

Thanks to outpourings from the active volcano - Tangkuban Perahu, its a 'hill station' with a to-die-for weather.

Theres a perennial nip in the air , much like Bangalore's pre-monsoon breeze.

If Bangalore had the SAARC summit in 1988 and forgot about it,
Bandung had its Asia Africa summit in 1957 and to this day , children are named Asia Africa.
Apparently, Nehru did his thing there and laid the groundwork for the Non Aligned Movement.


Pic above: Road to the airport lined for Asia Africa Redux

Bandung is a charming city .
Famed for its factory outlets (yeah all those sweatshops in Indonesia) steamed Brownies and Sundanese food . Its a memorable place.

Weekend drive down to Cipanas yielded some..

# Solpa like Mannina Ooru




# Made with Clove - Gudang Garam.




# Green is the colour.



Until I was 10 , lived in a house where we and the neighbour each had Guava trees , the fruit of the neighbours tree was the best. They thought our was.
All those who trip on pink guavas - say Aye.


# Chettiar Bommai - 2 thumbs up




# Rice



# Back after shopping




# Chaiyeeeee, Chaiyeee
Soooda...chaiyeee




# White riding hood

 


# Susu - Bahasa for Milk



# Bubble de dum




# Tilt



#

The minds eye keeps more than a picture.

Yuan San Da Fang Dian

Its been quiet around here , thanks to a vacation and 2 weeks with Mom in Singapore.

Small SOS got me air dropped into the Republic of China , also known as Taiwan R.O.C. Had to be back for the weekend.(Two 5 hours flights in 2 days...yeBBa)

Chasing the clock to catch the last flight out of Taipei , I saw this enroute.




...figured it must be a Monastery of sorts .

With Computex , the world's 2nd largest computer industry event in Taipei , our usual haunt was full for the next week and the secretary said she had booked the Grand Hotel instead.

After a whirlwind touristy weekend with Mom in Singapore , and precious 3 hrs of sleep , I flew back on Monday.
Remember the Saridon ad featuring asuras with Hammers ? I had an army of them in my head by the time I landed.
Just wanted to get to the Hotel and crash. After a 40min drive into city , the Taxi pulled into ...yeah, if u haven't guessed it , go read the Da Vinci Code .



The world's only truly Chinese Palace styled hotel.

Sensory overload with my headache in tow.

In better health , I looked around.
Cool as hell, apparently the First 5 star hotel in Taiwan , built to welcome Heads of state and the like. More on how they accommodated me below.

Painstaking construction(Take a look) , the ceiling was made of wood panels with intricate dragon/shangri-la/Didnt-bother-with-the-significance art work. Hundreds of different panels , wood work, stone work.
Mustve been a helluva time for the guy who actually managed the materials shipping for the construction in the 70s.

It couldve easily degenerated into the kind of thing that happens at new temples built of concrete and the art-work at some Kalyana Mantapas , but this was tasteful.

The lobby , red as hell

..welcomed a head of state , the Premier of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines . Since few nations want to piss off the Peoples Republic of China , those are the kinds of countries from which Heads of state arrive in Taiwan.(...using Heads of state twice in 2 sentences reminds me of the band 'Talking Heads' who though Ive heard only 2 songs , both on Channel V's Rewind , I think are cool).

Anyway , below is the view from the balcony ...

....Reminded me of the scene from Puspak Vimana with Amala and Kamal cooing across balcony fences.

..and the view out of the balcony



..Quite trippy standing there when the crickets on the hill behind went off.

Apparently the hotel even has 2 'secret' tunnels , connecting to Chiang Kai Shek's house.
Should check that out the next time I stay there, and remember to ask for a room with a view of Taipei 101

That's one for the most interesting hotel I've stayed at.

General trip

..on the boulevard of lasting images.

Today, in some somewhere that is conversation , Edward Hopper came up.

Found some spoofs of his Boulevard of broken dreams (as I suspected , Green Day dint make that up)

The original



...and here are two spoofs with varying subtlety






....Jus like this would Kubrick (broadband or adjust)

..and on the general trip , is a painting I snatched off the wall of an Indonesian hotel ,



If that fish at the bottom right is Gurame , thats my hand reaching for it.

Paul Oakenfold and the Temple of Boom

Came home this evening and popped Chemical Brother's Push the Button into the CD player thats powered by SONIC GEAR.
Broke into an energetic 20 second zulu dance and decided this should be a nite.

Paul Oakenfold was playing at Zouk

So after some 'Yaaar , hum aaj jaaa rahe hain....Zouk mein' , trekked through River Valley Close to Singapore's cluBBin' home (although some will say thats the new Ministry of Sound)

Twas a blast.

The man was bombing the chi out of the room and into the cosmos.
...danced like a man possessed , aided by a kickass giant montage of Mayan dances and the like.
There was one with a dancing man in a demon mask , neatly seated in a circle around him , what looked like natives of the islands in The Thin Red Line and all in a trance ritual - Heady , especially coming close on the heels of beholding this in Yogyakarta.


(Note to self : Have to make a separate post on this one pic)

The only thing I had against Oakenfold , was that as the crowd was butt cheek to butt cheek(?), the man had full 10 square feet to himself , which he conveniently used to do display some accelerated TaiChi.
Such hind proximity is fine for some bump and grind, but in such a crowd, one has to maintain the industriousness to constantly manouevre the right ones.

Talkin of that , this was not the only thing waving



....as the crowd was breaking into ferquent We're not worthy salutes , ala the men in the montage , some kid in the front kept waving what looked like a Flag of Japan in Oakenfolds face , on closer inspection it was not the Rising Sun , but this on the white flag


The symbol of some Singapore political party.

For those who are going to vote in a few hours(remember its compulsory) , The below is the ruling partys logo



Happy Voting Day Singapore , and drive carefully flag wielding wasted party animals.

Now I will excuse myself and heal my bass fatigued neck.

btw : Before you make some comparisons between my blog here and the ToI , that pic with the waving skirt (duBB , if thats made you read diligently ) is from an interesting , tad sappy , french film Russian Dolls , which is the 2nd installment of the Spanish Apartment , which duBB and Nanny might recall as what I was propounding on when we walked by a certain Park behind Brigade road, doing our thing , when two of Randoos' soon to be assistants walked by.

Counterpoint

To the school of thought that world music is Chicken Soup for the ears , and those who think Putumayo is Chicken Soup for the World music loving ears.

Get this.



Or ask emule to.

If most of Putumayo evokes the same feeling as 'Divas' do , this one will be Tracy Chapman.

2 pens

Thai 101

Roy = Hundred
Pen = Thousand ('Pen' like in pandit)

Pornob tells a Thai girl "I am Roy"
She giggles and says "I am Pen"

And me , fingering the 'Easy Thai' booklet on my desk got the pen after all these days.

Meanwhile , if you think a pun is the lowest form of whatever , take heed ,(from last nites wiki trawl) no less than GK Chesterton indulged himself

Chesterton was a large man, standing 6 feet 4 inches (1.93 m) and weighing around 21 stone (134 kg or 294 lb).
His girth gave rise to a famous anecdote.
During World War I a lady in London asked why he wasn't 'out at the Front'; he replied 'if you go round to the side, you will see that I am'.

Ishwar ki Maya

...Kaahin dhoop kahin chaaya

Its one of those lokoktiis that despite Mrs.Mehta's 8th Std Hindi lessons dimness , sticks in my head.
There is one un-ishwarish maya thats irks me.



The Lonely Plant calls Singapore 'one giant sauna' , walking 3 mins to the MRT station can leave one drenched.

At the same time , people in offices across the island , reach for their jackets , secretaries shiver in their designer shawls , and people sometimes regret wearing shorts when taking the MRT(not sure if thats a fetish yet. Kwonsch?)

From Hong Kong to Jakarta , the air-con must be the most energy unfriendly device by virtue of its bird brained over-use in offices and public spaces (which today increasingly means the mall and the lift lobby)

...and the sad part is that theres no hype about it and meanwhile developing India and Vietnam and others begin to revel in the chill.

Last year , Koizumi , that Yasukuni visiting closet imperialist announced this decent initiative .

One hopes that Japan will influence South east Asia as much on energy policy as in popular culture.

The middle path

A zen master and his student are working in a field, when the student asks for the knife .
The master gives it to him, blade first.
Student: Why are you giving it blade first?
Master : What will you do with the other end?

From an AlanWatts podcast.

Yaay

May 6th is Singapore election day and the govt has announced one day extra leave be given in lieu.

For the first time in 18 years , the ruling PAP has not the luxury of a walk-over win.
1.2 million people will vote on May 6th. Who will win?



Who knows?.... I am thrilled about the extra day off .

Stone to step on

Thats no doorstep.
Its a fallen pillar.

Yes,
Thats what it is.

Arun Kolatkar in Jejuri

Mangga dua

This morning I did the unthinkable . I checked my Plaxo for Ballo's contacts and gave him a call.
He gave me the news that he's going off to Harvard in August ( yeah theres no Islamia Inst of tech jokes here .(or was it Manipal))

In a fit of wannabe mba networking enthusiasm , I put lunch plan with him - instead of running into him on the pavement as we both live a ghastly 200m from each other. Then,I promptly dozed off , while listening to Russel Davies pod cast on my cool arse SONIC GEAR woofer system. (I don't have an iPOD I am one of those cheap neanderthals who listens to pod casts on my laptop.But SONIC GEAR is a more exclusive club that Apple can ever create)

I lay on my stomach in the coolest pose , face hanging over the edge of the bed and contemplated the peace of a sunday with Monday off . Danke those who lost their chains , yea its already May day here. Inqilab Zindabad. (SUCI , I miss you and your Nestle tins and 'noble causes' here.)

I digress .

My reverie is bull dozed by Balls(say that like pulse with a 'B') who calls , and predictably , suggests we meet a Warung Nasir , a chillax Indonesin restaurant where Ive spent hours sipping Hibiscus juice and staring into space or reading how to go about it in some discount Zen book.(more on that shortly)

Considering I've added a dozen inches during my Indosat project , smashing Makan all over both Java and my face , I suggested we should belt some Japanese and sat in my drowsy twilight zone as he finished his tea and guffawed at some Singapore election stories in the Straits Times.

After trekking a zazillion miles to Wheelock place , he pointed to Sakae Sushi and the 20 people queue in front of it. (hooray 3 day weekends)

Not quite what I was looking forward to , (either it was Oshin that I used to watch , creeping out of my homework slot of 6pm to 9pm , or the pfflyers ad below thats pasted on my wall) , but I wanted a Jap place with paper walls and a low table.



Instead we stood in queue for a good 30 mins and started lunch in what looked like a Japanese Diner , where Pumpkin of Honey Bunny fame couldve gotten away with calling the waiter girl 'Garcon!'.

The wasabi, strong as hell, made it worth it .

There I was , drowsy , hungry ,somningesting and Kansas went bye bye.

I held it together , surrendering to and appraising the moment at the same time.
Lavishly dipping the sushi and like a Kamikaze would've said , falling like a blossom from a cherry tree , with each sting that started in my sinsus cavity and then commanded my being.

Yea Basho , I was a trippin'

And then Balls says it " Woa! this stuff is strong man! Its like theres nothing else but your nose"

I was catapulted into Satori - those words neatly tied up my feelings and it was also so very ....ne'er mind ... and so we downed the rest of the sushi and some bad sashimi in a ritual of communal being in the moment.

Now , you might think that you are entitled to know what this post is really about and theres that bit abt Mangga Dua

After lunch , decided to kill time at Borders browsing, Balls picked up the HBR and Insead's equivalent and had some choice comments about Insead stressing the word "World" in every tag line .

Later , he found a book of suggested travel experiments , like "Discover a place and its people through its bureacracy " or to find out about the culture of a place , try to accomplish some paper work there just for the heck of it. Or abt the time when the author wanted quiet time to read a book and so took a train from Paris to Moscow for the same ..... and I was considering Pico Iyer's book on Jet Lag.

Then a good hour of browsing and entertainment in the philosophy section followed, and I found this



.... think its by the same publisher as that travel experiment book.

Go on... you may try this at home .
Its what made me buy the book .

I did it - calling quietly in a bookshop full of noisy weekend people and blaring ringtones and it was creepy.
The bar man at the Red Room was calling.....nahhhhh....it was jus plain creepy if there is such a thing . Disconcerting , really .
Bought it.

The book is a throw back to my post on flash mobs and to the one night in a hotel when, lying in bed , I sang spontaneously in a strange tongue for a good 10 mintues ( it sounded heady too, really)

And the other book of the weekend.

I decided to stop enriching Periplus thats running a discount sale of books on/from Japan at its airport outlets.
At some point in the past, somebody there decided to stock vast quantities of these books , probably counting the number of Japanese executives who pass by , small glitch , the books are in English and theyve been on 'sale' for more about 6 months now. So , each time when I had 30 secs before the boarding gate closed I would browse for hours at this store and leave with the cheapest book they had.

This week , I stumbled on Jakarta Inside Out




The cover photo remided me of "Mashin ka thanda paani" vendors in Noida's sweltering dust , and in no small way represents the similarity in the bittersweet chaos thats both India and Indonesia.

I spent an hour guffawing with it in Jakarta airport , well worth the USD17 I paid . (gave up on 17x44.70)
(But seriously, all that Bush,Ahmedinejad and price of crude oil shit in Time and Newsweek during the flights was getting out of hand and not to mention duBBs slurs of me being an Economist reader.)

With amazing photography and a kick arse reasearch team , Daniel Ziv has turned out a gem of a book , say Lonely Planet and Time .
Dont take their word for it . Take mine .
With a focus on popular culture , the book boasts a 'Certified Wayang Free' tag line(read fcuk exotica).

As discovered by those who have endured Beck and Bjork through my insistence on spreading dharma by exposing them to my pet interests, these two books will surely be coming around.
And you , who have made faces when I've played Air or thrust Amit C in your hands, you know who you are , and so do the mandalas.

Mannga dua is the name of a Mall in Jakarta which is the capital of the pirated DVD scene .
Mangga Dua - 'two mangoes' .
Referenced here as a tribute to the two amazing books I've picked up this weekend and also an exhibition of my deep knowledge of Bahasa Indonesian , which I feel I am on authority on , after last weekends's trip to Borobudur and Yogyakarta , the cultural capital of Central Java.
More on that soon , but here's a self-indulgent sneak preview.







Meanwhile , call yourself.

Sure , you are normal

Learn to stop worrying and love the ozone hole

I dont like Thomas Friedman's moustache , but from beneath it emerge some choice words , and I read most of his articles .
He has gone on about America's energy policy for so long , that now, it mostly evokes as much interest as a CNN story on the rising death toll in Baghdad.
But this article tied it up quite forcefully.

On the other side of the planet , China has signed a deal with Indonesia which could make the jungles of Borneo disappear by the time you retire (unless you are a commodities trader).
Sarawak and Kalimantan , the mention of these names always touch a deep chord in me. A heady mix of humidity , dense fern infested forests , species not seen even in Madagascar and the seemingly on the edge head hunting rituals and cannibalism in Kalimantan.
In a way , Kalimantan evokes in me almost the same feelings that Tori Amos does .

This article left me with a heavy heart.

The disturbing thing from both stories is the coming together of 2 unsavoury prospects
1> Competition for limited resources turns into global conflict
2> Acid rain ruins the paint on both your cars

Doomsayers are donning knowing smiles.

Spinning Heart

Not even the shadow of a bird
Flying to the distant mountain,
The falling leaves are frequent in the quiet yard
In the autumn wind
A black-robed monk is standing alone

Ryokan

Redrum in The Gold Room

I have to plant a flag here.

Just finished watching The Shining.

Karmacoma, What?

Extra feel good

Breakfast cereals ,always been one of those things I have had a short fuse on.

And this one:


...on the left it says 'Hundreds of crunchy oat clusters..'

What sort of feel goodness is that?
Wonder if they decided against using 'Thousands' because it'd be more than a mouthful or because they wanted to avoid class action suits.

What is

Look, children, hail-stones!! Let's rush out!!

~Basho

My theory of zen dadaism is not mine alone




There is no drumstick.

Discovering a learner

I am always amazed by the responsibility that teachers have , and the effects of moribund considerations in their passionless vocation that impact so many lives.

Why is it a lost cause to think of a better system?
Is it the - "Its the best system we've got" democracy endorsing argument?
Surely we all agree that there are more warts in the system than should be tolerated.

I've heard that students who pass out of The Rishi Valley School are not "competitive" enough .

Still, I believe that the way ahead is like this.

Moon festival and butterfly lovers

Night Thoughts
Li Bai

The bright moon shone
before my bed,
I wondered -
was it frost upon the ground?
I raised my head
to gaze at the clear moon,
Bowed my head
remembering my old home.

Yezhtu kootaamal padikkanum

Read this poem a few days ago and it changed my end of 12 hour day mood.

Did some research on the man , Su. Ra.
Then ,today I read the poem in this post and they welled up ..

Many thanks to Al-lude , and duBB's link that sent me there.

I have another reason to persevere at my mother tongue.

Moments maketh makyo

Not infrequently , I have opened the door to my room at the end of a long day and quietly said 'Hello there..'

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I have lived on the lip
Of insanity, wanting to know reasons.
Knocking on a door. It opens.
I've been knocking from the inside!

~Rumi

The pun is unintended.


familiar?

Are these souls knocking from the inside?

Expectation (.....Peru pending)

"I've Seen It All"
Bjork - Dancer in the dark

I've seen it all, I have seen the trees,
I've seen the willow leaves dancing in the breeze
I've seen a man killed by his best friend,
And lives that were over before they were spent.
I've seen what I was - I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You haven't seen elephants, kings or Peru!
I'm happy to say I had better to do
What about China? Have you seen the Great Wall?
All walls are great, if the roof doesn't fall!

And the man you will marry?
The home you will share?
To be honest, I really don't care...

You've never been to Niagara Falls?
I have seen water, its water, that's all...
The Eiffel Tower, the Empire State?
My pulse was as high on my very first date!
Your grandson's hand as he plays with your hair?
To be honest, I really don't care...

I've seen it all, I've seen the dark
I've seen the brightness in one little spark.
I've seen what I chose and I've seen what I need,
And that is enough, to want more would be greed.
I've seen what I was and I know what I'll be
I've seen it all - there is no more to see!

You've seen it all and all you have seen
You can always review on your own little screen
The light and the dark, the big and the small
Just keep in mind - you need no more at all
You've seen what you were and know what you'll be
You've seen it all - there is no more to see!

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Listening to that song , I sat at my desk looking up at this picture on my wall.



Orphans rescued from a future in the child sex trade.

'Dhee vee dhee...new...

..mister only 6000Rp mister..'

This is for those who've so generously helped care for my Shenzhen DVD collection.

#

Appeal: Liked the hallucinatory art work.And for some reason , reminded me of 'Eternal sunshine..'

#

Appeal: Directed by Steve Buscemi who in my book is almost in the same slot as William H Macy (eh duBB?)

#

Appeal: Achingly funny French comedy I saw inflight and guffawed my neighbours into craning their necks.Its About a no longer rich kid and his passion for surfing and 'Point Break'

#

Appeal: Executive produced by Tarantino. Art work reminded me of 'I *heart* Huckabees '

#

Appeal: Danny Boyle brand value

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Appeal: Hearsay

Meanwhile my fatwa on Roeper and Eberts' thumbs stands.

De-Jakarta

Jakarta is always a place where its easy to find a laugh.
Not just because of the sunny disposition of the general population.

The worlds largest muslim country has a full fledged market economy with a 15% ,wealthy non-muslim population(read ethnic Chinese) who are only too willing to flaunt their lifestyle of choice , and a largely impoverished muslim majority that feels left out and finds solace in the word of the Prophet.

#1
Amid protests , Playboy Indonesia was launched this week.
15 pages of 160 had full page photos of women . All well clothed.


More highbrow subjects gained a lot of space in its 160 pages, including an interview with renowned man of letters Pramoedya Ananta Toer, an investigative report on indigenous religions by Pantau journalist Agus Sopian and an expos‚ of the country's lucrative oil industry, written by economist Poltak Hotradero.

Save for these, the magazine resembles many of the hard-to-distinguish mainstream lifestyle magazines hogging space on local newsstands.

There are blink-and-you-miss-them music (including local heavy metal band Serieus) and film review columns (Good Night, Good Luck, Brokeback Mountain).

In one of its stories taken from the U.S. founding publication, Playboy Indonesia tells how Japanese automaker Toyota is on the road to dominating the American car market

Read about it here.

#2
"Unrelated people who kiss each other on the lips for more than five minutes in public places in the Indonesian city of Tangerang will face arrest, local media said Friday."

PS: I hear Playboy is launching in the land of elephants and snake-charmers. Count a coupla more votes for Bhajpaa

You are the limit , limitation is you (not without)

How many words can you form using the following letters?

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz


There can be no intellectual answers - only existential ones.

Somnamputation in Sillyguri

Stupidity.

A Muslim couple in Jalpaiguri district have been ordered by local religious leaders to separate as the husband allegedly uttered 'talaq' three times in his sleep.

The leaders, quoting the Shariat, ruled that the talaq has to be implemented and if it is not acceptable, the only alternative was temporary separation for 100 days during which the wife will live at her father's house and spend a night with another man.

"If 'striking' were a job..

..there would be no unemployment in France" said one Frenchie I know.




Although it is common knowledge that the French way of work must end , there sure are more colours to the debate.

"...The essential question is, what capitalism are we talking about? " asks William Pfaff in the IHT

"..After all, it has revealed to young people the extent to which they have been victims of their elders, who have hoarded generous social benefits for the last 20 years. Financing those benefits has created a debt whose annual interest approaches France's total annual income-tax revenues" (Time essay)

Lollin'

Fruits of sojourn

Its been 2 yrs since I discovered Durian , that ultra sweet cousin of the Jack fruit. Being from the Jack fruit belt in North Arcot , Tamil Nadu , it was something I just had to try . Pity its as sweet as it is.

This week I discovered Salak or snake fruit in Jakarta .
The outside is scaly ,hence the name, inside looks like a large garlic , with white,soft-hard garlic pods .
A taste you cannot wrap words around.



Salak. Quite to my taste

Not tonight dear .... I got a $ 50,000 raise

In 2004, two economists declared that money seemed to buy greater happiness but,surprisingly not more sex. (we're not talking Hugh Hefner , besides have you seen him do anyting other than pose with that bevy? )

David Blanchflower of Duke universioty and Andrew Oswald of University of Warwick calculated that if you increased your sexual activity from once a month to once a week , you'd be as happy as if you had an extra $50,000 a year.

Are you getting any?

Are you Eichmann? (with apologies to Corp Whore)

Now ,here's a film I want to watch , not least beacuse Noam Chomsky , Milton Friedman and Naomi Klien are all interviewed in it.
Read the Economist's review here
Apparently the film concludes that, through their psychopathic pursuit of profit, corporations make good people do bad things.

At Walmart , the world's largest company , meeting rooms have no chairs.(thats evil!)
Not the friendliest company , going by its success , its going to be emulated and its probably not the best company to emulate. See this documentary online.

Ward Churchill questioned the innocence of those at the World Trade Center on 9/11 in his hugely controversial essay and compared them to 'Little Eichmanns' (a reference to high ranking Nazi , responsible for the logistics of the extermination of millions of people during the Holocaust)

Hogwash? ..or are you an Eichmann?

Fingers Pointing Towards the Moon

This blog has been referenced by brethren.1 2 (Thats a first since inception)

Now that the pun is out of the way:

Tori's workshop

Nanny put up this post.
Considering he was the one who routed my first Tori CD to me and that I have since a black hole in my heart....here's a wallpaper I made on an entirely idle afternoon



While you're bleeding , consider this:

'She's addicted to nicotine patches' (Spark)

'He's a fan of Tori Amos'

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Pilgrimage home

Not so long ago , in the days of , "Regional kendra's will continue" , the period between 6 to 7 was the high drought.
The period to transition between the dust of the play ground ,the graze of the asphalt on a street cricketer's knee and home work.

In this twilight , one had to endure 'Krishi karyakrama' with portly gentlemen in safari suits expouding on legumes or 'Aralu mallige' , that middle class aspiration of that day , to dress kids in 'Inspector dress'.

Sometimes though , there was Hari Kathe.

With its , unblemished-by-DD's-tacky-sets , honest voice . The voice that calls out to the cattle when they stray off the evening path.

Even in that age when one's sub-conscious was in rapture of the electronic music of Kamal Hasan's "Vikram" , it plucked a certain chord in the bosom , but only so faint then , as to sit through it. (no remote or not much use for a remote then)

Evenings passed , of pre-ganesh chaturthi loud speaker hearings and summer-vacations in Cuddalore , listening to the tales of Anjaneya that rode the dusk breeze across the pudinha fields from the temple . Evenings that started with the raucous home-coming of the birds at the railway station trees , as we awaited the the next-door maid who would thrall us with stories of the spirits in the neem trees. ....all in the lap of the loud speaker not far away.

Through these surreal evenings of synthesis , the sound found its home in my home . In my home in my head .


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The Kathakali Man

“It didn’t matter that the story had begun, because kathakali discovered long ago that the secret of the Great Stories is that they have no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don’t surprise you with the unforeseen.. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of your lover’s skin. You know how they end yet you listen as though you don’t. In the way that you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won’t. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn’t. And yet you want to know again.

That is their mystery and their magic.

To the Kathakali Man these stories are his children and his childhood. He has grown up with them. They are the house he was raised in, the meadow he played in. They are his windows and his way of seeing. So when he tells a story, he handles it as he would a child of his own. He teases it. He punishes it. He sends it up like a bubble. He wrestles it to the ground and lets it go again. He laughs at it because he loves it. He can fly you across whole worlds in minutes, he can stop for hours to examine a wilting leaf. Or play with a sleeping monkey’s tail. He can turn effortlessly from the carnage of war into the felicity of a woman washing her hair in a mountain stream. From the crafty ebullience of a rakshasa with a new idea into a gossipy Malayali with a scandal to spread. From the sensuousness of a woman with a baby at her breast into the seductive mischief of Krishna’s smile. He can reveal the nugget of sorrow that happiness contains. The hidden fish of shame in a sea of glory.

(From , The God of small things , Arundathi Roy)
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Or Devendra Banhart in A Sight to Behold
It's like finding hope
In an old folk song
That you've never ever heard
Still you know every word
And for sure you can sing along


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Small tragedy of urban India , people like me , cannot sing along even if we know the words - they're the words prompted by the voice that speaks without words.

A palanquin of vocal transcendence carried by the harmonium and gentle drums.

Its a pilgrimage back to where I come from.

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"Hey paramatamaaaa!!!!! , Kapaadu devaaa kapaadu" ....yendu beydidaaga
Ivara sankatavannu kandu sahisaladare .. shirmad narayana prathyakshanaada.
Pratyakshaanaagi helidananthe "Aiiyya.....!!!!!!"
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Bhakta Prahalada and more can be found here.

Why

A man's work is nothing but his slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

Albert Camus

(hereinafter replacing a quote in my opening post)

More of the other side

Continuing on the previous post , two urban women empathize


Julianne Moore as Laura Brown in The Hours

..and to extrapolate..


Jessica Lange as Carly Marshall in Blue Sky

The other side

corporate whore put up this post when he revved up his blog.
'Tis in a way monochrome eh?

Here's one from another continent, tackling the same from the eyes of the other sex.

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WHERE HAVE ALL THE COWBOYS GONE?
Paula Cole

Oh you get me ready in your 56 Chevy
Why don't we go sit down in the shade
Take shelter on my front porch
The dandy lion sun scorch,
Would you like a glass of cold lemonade
I will do laundry if you pay all the bills

CHORUS:

Where is my John Wayne
Where is my Prairie Song
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone

Why don't you stay the evening
Kick back and watch the TV
And I'll fix a little something to eat
Oh I know your back hurts from working on the tractor
How do you take your coffee my sweet
I will raise the children if you pay all the bills

Chorus

Where is my John Wayne
Where is my Prairie Son
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone

I am wearing my new dress tonight
But you don't, but you don't even notice me
Say goodbyes
Say goodbyes
Say goodbyes

We finally sold the Chevy
When we had another baby
And you took the job in Tennessee
You made friends at the farm
And you joined them at the bar
Almost every single day of the week
I will wash the dishes while you go have a beer

Chorus

Where is my John Wayne
Where is my Prairie Son
Where is my happy ending
Where have all the cowboys gone

Where is my Marlboro man
Where is his shiny gun
Where is my lonely ranger
Where have all the cowboys gone
Where have all the cowboys gone
Where have all the cowboys gone
Yippee yo, yippee yeah

* * *

This song jus stuck somewhere and more than once when I've tried to write something on a blank word doc , I've started off with the name of that song.
Yeah , prepare that couch.

Its that plaintive pluck.(excerpt)

Parlez-vous anglais? (a La Vatal)

Buwahahahahaaaaaaaaa

Just what the doctor warned of.

At the EU summit to address Economic nationalism and protectionism , Monsieur Chirac , that fossil of Francophone sensibilities did this
.
Trie Bien say the blokes on the other side of the channel.

Street wisdom

A Zen Master is visiting New York City from Tibet. He goes up to a hotdog vendor and says, "Make me one with everything."

The hot dog vendor fixes a hot dog and hands it to the Zen Master, who pays with a $20 bill.

The vendor puts the bill in the cash box and closes it. "Where's my change?" asks the Zen Master.

The vendor responds, "Change must come from within."

Brown Sugar

Much revered Jazz bar in Bangkok


File photo(read forgot camera)

Situated right next to Bangkok's 'Central Park', Lumpini , its a cozy place .
The music was great ,a 6 piece Jazz band with an energetic cello-ist.

Rated One of the Best Bars in the World by Newsweek in 1997.

Unfortunately ,seems like some things have changed since.

The Heineken Draught was as flat as it could come . We got the waiter to change the pitcher and it was more of the same.
Any food you order might go straight to the doggy bag.
The Nachos came in a soup bowl and there were 4 tiny sticks of garlic bread - cold.
The Chicken drumstick was tolerable though.

Get your kicks with your ears and a bottle of Singha

A critique of reason - Arbit theory of the week

Flash Mobs are groups of people(strangers to each other) who congregate at a location and perform a series of unrelated actions and disperse.
(India had one in mumbai ,read all abt it here , but the police took offense to anything organised with the word 'Mob' in its name(Gheun Tak!))

Beyond the idea of a Flash mob is , I guess , the non-idea of it

Much like - An experienced Zen master knows when the student has reached the verge of sudden enlightenment and is able to shock him or her into the satori experience with unexpected acts such as a blow with a stick or a loud yell.

Is that the road of the Dada-ist?

We're out of cream

Its been a coupla times I forgot the punchline in the middle of saying it.
Nothingness.

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Jean-Paul Sartre is sitting at a French cafe, revising his draft of Being and Nothingness.
He says to the waitress, "I'd like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream."
The waitress replies, "I'm sorry, monsieur, but we're out of cream. How about with no milk?"

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That EU psyche

#1 The EU is on the verge of scrapping all roaming charges within the EU.Predictably Telecom operators in other parts of the world , must be having sleepless nights.

And atleast one company that has grown by working the super lucrative roaming charges market ,faces an axe at the foundation of its business model.(I almost joined this company once , the guy who joined in my place just sent me pics from a business trip to Trinidad where he's sandwiched by bosoms at the Carnivale...hmmm )

I digress.

#2 France has dragged Apple to court for refusal to make its iTunes music store open to users of all mp3 players and for iPod customers to be able to use other online music stores such as Sony's.
With such entrenched business interests ,Apple sells about 3 million songs a day via its iTunes Web site for 99 cents each , Apple is said to be considering pulling out of France altogether rather than bend and risk setting a precedent.Even apple knows they have to yield someday , but they'd rather delay it.

Digressing is the point of this blog.

#3 All over France students are staging violent protests against labour reform that will allow employers to fire young workers without reason during a 2 year probationary period.They demand their terms remain the same as their parents'..think 38 hour work week, 2 years salary if you are laid off , 7 weeks vacation..you get the picture.

Now there seems to be a contradiction in #3 to #2 and #1 from a business perspective, but there is a consistency in the "protetction of the individual's rights" thing.

Leaders of EU are huddled in a much hyped EU summit to address protectionism and economic nationalism. Yeah right , thats like asking a Frenchman to have a meal in 30mins.

Still , I think Lakshmi Niwas will be watching closely.

Email fwd wisdom from the East & That cool tatoo

In Chinese, the word 'Crisis' is written with two characters and each stands for a different concept: the first for "danger," the second for "opportunity."

...and see it thrashed here - and a more sedate explanation here

But who says you cant learn something from a Myth

On a related topic , this reminds me of an exchange I had with some New Age woman (NAW)

Me: (Looking at tatoo) Is that chinese?
NAW: I guess...
Me: What does it mean?
NAW: Peace .....atleast thats what they say

So , if you wanna get a chinese character tatoo , your safest bet is to emulate Beckham - else some chink with a sense of humor will have you seething... "Jao pahle us admi ka sign lekar aao, jisne mere haath pe yeh likha ....!!!"

The thrills of Plaxo

Used to treat Plaxo requests as spam ...until today i.e .
I am a not so early adopter , considering I made an exception by buying a Motorola Mpx 220 in its first release and that the damn thing has crashed itself senseless... spammed everybody endless tonight.

myku

giggle giggle
giggle giggle
Braids swaying
giggle giggle

Sitting on the porch steps
two little girls
watching the rain
lap at their feet
whispering secrets

giggle giggle

...and while we are on Peter Sellers

Hats off to Indian foreign secretary Shyam Saran and his team.
India is finally finding the energy for the kind of diplomacy a rising power needs.

...and thats also yielded the Economist Cover below - from the best scene in the film

Hard act

Call me old-fashioned ,but I dont think you can replace this ....



.....With this




I havent seen the film , but all trailers seem to forebode the obvious

I have special respect for Steve Martin since he wrote Shopgirl , but pulling off a Clouseau is solpa extra ambition

Whats in a name

Heard of this brand of scotch in the UK , called "Kuchh Nahin"

Which gives rise to the following exchange

Wife: "Aaj kya peeke aaye ho?"
Husband: "....Kuchh Nahin"

...and now , this mag in Indonesia , good play on FHM

Straying back

Dint read much for a while

Stumbled on a sale in Jakarta with a few books going at Rp 20,000 , or Rs 100.
Some existential Japanese books like one called The Box Man about a guy who observes the world from a hole in a cardboard box . Reviewed by the New Yorker as Kafka from Japan. Saw my best interest in keeping away from it.

Then , I found this book :


from Tuttle publishing one of those niche publishers like Shambala.

...the blurb said the writers were founders of the Palo Alto Zen Group .
Images of moneybag-stressed startup bosses fattening the writers came to mind .

With some scepticism , opened the book to an arbit page and read this
"Time is the grid we apply to change".
Bought it.

Zen for the tax payer .(That only sounds disparaging)
Good read.

Its about time

Remember looking at Hammurabi's code of law in the Louvre and feeling disconcerted.
Whole panels from the pyramids and more , plundered and now on display as an art collection.
...not to mention the outrage I feel when I think of the Kohinoor.

As hard as some would point to Bamiyan and the Taliban episode as an excuse , its about time more things like this happen

Crash and 'Todd shekar Todd!!!' - Overdue rant

Much before the Oscar's , heard abt Crash on Talking Movies and caught it on Sing airlines inflight (thank god for that little screen)
Had to write this to settle my little score with the Academy.

Crash is an insincere and self-conscious film.(As was the director's sugary Oscar acceptance speech)

The narrative is crowded and the intertwining stories fails to gel .
From the start with Sandra Bullock going off abt the Latino and his reaction to it , the film tries to deliver , but it ends up insipid.

The only saving factor is Matt Dillion's portrayal of a rabid cop. This too falls when there's that must-have redeeming rescue scene.

Its almost as if the writers brainstormed themselves to death on how to introduce more race issues in the film ,and finished with a dose of some manufactured pathos.

There are moments in the film , and unfortunately thats all there is to it.

Crash is a poor man's Monster's Ball and thats not to exalt the latter

Parineeta bothered me with the same self-conscious, atrophied-since-parinda vidhu vinod sensibility - but at this point I've decided not to rant so much on one day.


So , finish by cheering Philip Seymour Hoffman's Oscar speech , he's da man ( dint get past 15mins of Capote though)

Thats a long overdue post
Hooray Bafta now.

Where its at

The world , atleast the business world, it seems is going gaga over India.
Newsweek's cover story .
Check out the part about the iPods in Davos.

I normally do not think much of Fareed Zakaria - poor man's Thomas Freidman
- found this article engaging though.

But what took the cake in this feature was Jhumpa Lahiri doing what she does best.

The first step (...or Arbit Theory for the week)

Yesterday , full enthu , I went to a poetry reading at Books Actually .
Talking to curlumnist there , after I had read out a piece from the
Mumon-kan .....and from the kind of rambling that I indulge in during these occasions , it kinda made sense.
Keyword - Kinda.

Is the purpose of literature to understand?

If the purpose of zen practice is to perceive and not interpret.....to make the leap from understanding to realization , then , is literature the first step?

On a related topic ,check out these poems ,one by CP Surendran and then one from Mumon

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Prospect

While you were sleeping
A dog yawned in the sun
And in the distance,
A train, blindfolded by a tunnel,
Window by window
Regained vision.
I thought of all the things
That could happen
When we are looking away,
The universe we miss in a blink.

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No.21 Mumon-Kan

Lightning Flashes,
Sparks Shower.
In the blink of an eye
You have missed seeing.

Counter Mani

Trivia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goundamani
Goundamani is a famous Tamil comic film actor. His real name was Mani, he was famous for counter argument in his films and hence he was called as Counter Mani initially. Which later transformed to Goundamani due to slang language used in Tamil.

Raise the flower and smile

A man's work is nothing but his slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.

Feeling is the wind in the sails and I steer to find the middle path

Mostly though , I loll in the verandah , with legs stretched out ,and as the afternoon crow caws , the world goes about its business - and I find mine.