Memory overflow dump

Focus

2008-11-17T22:16:00.001-08:00

About balancing customers. Focus on existing areas of profit. Some times we tend to lose focus on which areas are generating money for us and which areas are not. 80-20 rule is very much applicable here. 80 percent of your sales and profits come from 20 percent of your customers. It is really important to focus on this 20 percent and give them the due time and representation. Running after the other 80 percent is important but not at a cost where there is a possibility of losing this existing 20 percent. And how often do we find our self just taking this 20 percent of regular customers as a granted thing and tend to lose focus.

The same focus principle holds true for life as well. 80 percent of one's success, mental satisfaction and peace comes from a mere 20 percent of the total activities. Its important to identify these 20 percent and be able to hold on to them. In general the things we do in our daily activities sometimes these 20 percent are the most ignored because we never focus on things going right. Instead the stress is always on things going wrong.

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

2008-11-11T08:13:00.001-08:00

The gull sees farthest who flies highest

-Richard Bach

The Buzinezz

2008-10-13T18:27:00.001-07:00

Since I joined the business I have found it really difficult to actually discuss my work, the exact work with others, specially friends. Not that it is shady or anything but really difficult to explain.

A friend of mine was tagging me for a day a few days back just to get the feel of how marketing in a medium scale Indian company looks like. I promised him a really different day and boy did he have one. I could imagine my first few days after fidelity as a software engineer of working here. It is different in so many aspects that it actually feels odd to classify both as work for someone with same qualification and credentials. That's the beauty of engineering isn't it, that you are essentially good for nothing so can do anything.

Coming back to day I actually was more conscience about the overall actions, the kind of consciousness when someone is observing you. A few things which have become such an integral part of daily work life here, which I had been doing without even realizing were suddenly evident to me.

We went to a government office. At the entry there is a police team who greeted us with open hands. Why would they do that? I could clearly remember me asking my self the same question when I had first visited that office. Its just that you are their guests when you enter that office and the will offer you complete courtesy to ensure you are comfortable filling up the visitors form and you get the entry gate pass in a matter of seconds. Reason. Well once you are inside you are theirs. Exit pass (unofficial) is only available in exchange of a Rs. 50 note.

We had a letter with us which we had to submit in the office. All it needs is a stamp from the postal department there stating they have received that letter. Stamping fee another Rs 100. No master card allowed. The Gandhian option. Wait for 2 hours for the guy to finish his tea, coffee gup and shupp and then may be if he is not about to plunge into his skiing holiday dream he might stamp it.

Outside the chairman's office. Peon's fees. Rs 20 for 1 hr wait. Rs. 100 for 10 minutes break. For Rs. 150 the lowest rank peon in the office has full rights to barge into the chariman's office, interrupt whatever meeting is going on, place our card on his table and stand in front of him to ensure we meet him in the next 5 minutes. This is true for every damn government office in the country.

Overall I paid Rs. 2 Lac as government unofficial tax on that day and wouldn't even have realized it but for that conciseness.

Why would someone do such work? I had asked this question over and over again. The system is such. You either become a part of it or perish. It is not survival of the fittest. Its in the literal sense paisa fek, tamasha dekh. The overall system has evolved in such a way that it ensures value for everyone. That's the sad but very much true state of things.

There is just too much content to write on this subject. Will continue on this post soon...

MBA FMB @ SPJIMR

2008-10-09T12:49:00.001-07:00

Recently took up this course at SP Jain Institute of Management, Mumbai in Family Managed Business (FMB). After a couple of years of working in the family business this course did seem like the right option. All the alumni I managed to spoke to also gave a big thumbs up to go for the course.

Now I am one contact old into this program and can say a few things about it.

What could be gained?

Contacts: I always that that this would be the last thing I would ever require. That surely proved to be really wrong. The kind of people you meet here, the varied businesses you get to hear about and more importantly you get to meet same aged people doing your kind of work which is a rarity. I've hardly had a friend before joining with whom I could actually discuss work with both being able to relate to it.

Faculty: So far so good. Few of them seem to be brilliant. Knowing them is a good long term asset and will defiantly have short term benefits like knowledge sharing and business consulting.

Facilities are good. Have to be there once a week. Attend classes from morning 8 to evening 7 30. Accompanied by loads of semi sensible assignments for the rest of the three weeks back home. I have spent too less a time there to be commenting confidently on these details. Will update.

Balance

2008-10-09T12:19:00.001-07:00

What is the correct balance. So many variables weighted against each other. Some day will have the perfect answer to it.

intellectual epitome

2008-06-09T09:55:00.000-07:00

Moral policing in our country is in its all time classical high. They finally have their hands on Savita Bhabhi (Pun intended). Savita Bhabhi is an excellent creation satisfying the biggest Indian male fantasy of hot Bhabhi (elder sister in law). Here's a message by the team.

Its a website which serializes the sexcapades of a fictitious cartoon character called Savita Bhabhi a true custom creation for the Indian male fantasies. Well that sure was appealing as a business idea until moral policing got to them. Some one probably complained that why is she not a gujjar. Scope for creativity is insane. when the bra salesman goes ”Thank You, Thank You, Thank You GOD!” Damn I need to change the topic.

Ah. What next. I think its time to switch business i guess. Research sounds like a good option. How about A stress Analysis of a Strapless Evening Gown. "Assuming that the female is naturally endowed to supply the vertical force V, the problem is still left incomplete unless an analysis is made of the structures supplying this force. These structures are of the nature of cantilever beams." Feels like I missed something in the short time I spent slogging in my dingy office. It seems we are headed towards intellectual epitome.

It feels good to be back though...

help!!!

2008-03-11T23:06:00.000-07:00

a blog a day keeps the doctor away. I am on the brink of hospitalization.

The African IPOD

2007-08-26T21:42:00.001-07:00

Interesting but kind of sad.

Scott Adams on Career

2007-08-03T21:51:00.000-07:00

If you want an average successful life, it doesn’t take much planning. Just stay out of trouble, go to school, and apply for jobs you might like. But if you want something extraordinary, you have two paths:

1. Become the best at one specific thing.
2. Become very good (top 25%) at two or more things.

The first strategy is difficult to the point of near impossibility. Few people will ever play in the NBA or make a platinum album. I don’t recommend anyone even try.

The second strategy is fairly easy...

-Scott Adams, creator of Dilbert,

Fighting the China Stratergy

2007-06-30T21:53:00.000-07:00

In business there is only one fundamental question - How to make money? But there are two fundamental answers to it.

First would be take a rupee from a lac customers and you have one lac. This is the China Strategy. The Americans will swear that it never works and its just pure fluke that Chinese have been able to sustain if for this long.

Other is just the opposite. Make Rs. 100 from 1000 customers and you are there. Which one should you or your business choose? That’s the question all the small businesses of the world are trying to answer.

If I was asked to put my money on one of the two I would choose the latter. It is the correct way with better returns in the long run. And it applies to any business, ranging small shop, or a wada pao vendor, to the largest of the large corporations.

Reason. Simple math. It generates more revenue per sale. In a little more detail - how much ever hard you work or how much ever efficient a system you create ultimately there will be a fixed cost per sale. Cost includes time spent on the sale. This will bottleneck the revenue after a while. Initially the low price model will look very attractive as it generates instant sales and the turnover shoots but sustainability is a serious doubt.

More margins per sale don’t necessarily mean that it should be some kind of an up-market product. It could be a regular middle class product selling probably half the number of your low priced competitor but delivering quality to the customer and higher revenues for the business.

Few of the most regular successful products today will tell you the same story. Be it Microsoft Windows or an iPod or even a Pizza Hut Pizza or a regular Barista coffee. They have huge margins, targets the huge customer base of upper middle class, and are way ahead of their half price competitors.

An excellent article here about fighting the China Strategy.

Dissected

2007-06-30T12:25:00.000-07:00

There are pictures here which are gross. They are painful to watch. If you have a week heart kindly refrain from clicking here. They are dissecting a baby part by part. Its worse than Texas Chainsaw - II. Its an iPhone being disassembled hours after its release.

(link) - http://www.anandtech.com/mac/showdoc.aspx?i=3026

Where is our race headed?

Test

2007-06-16T01:05:00.000-07:00

Test Post

The Timepass Theory

2007-05-26T11:22:00.000-07:00

Finished reading this book "It happened in India". It covers the professional life of Mr. Kishore Biyani, the big bazaar tycoon. He gave one of my psycho thoughts a name - The Timepass Theory. Somehow I have believed in this alternate interpretation of life for quite some time, knowing very well that one has to be some kind of a lunatic jerk to have such thoughts. Hearing it from someone else that too in his biography came as some kind of relief. Enough to make me post about it.

I interpret life very differently and I have this belief that we all come to this world to kill time. Therefore, we pick up some activity that we like doing and call it our profession. I call this the Time Pass theory.

I work to build a business, an organization. But what I am essentially doing is trying to spend the time I have in this lifetime. Every morning, I get busy getting ready to leave for work or some meeting. I am doing it not because I have to do it. I am doing it because I will not have much else to do through the day.

Through this work-life of ours, we tend to create our own world. We make our own definitions of success and failure, of victories and defeats. And we use these not only to judge our own selves, but also to judge others, without ever realizing that all we are doing is basically digging holes and filling them up. Yet I have seen so many people take their life too seriously, not realizing that what they are essentially doing in this world is time pass.

(Kishore Biyani is the CEO, Future Group and author of
It Happened in India)

How the hell did he motivate himself to achieve those monumental feats with such negative thinking?

Tagged

2006-12-28T02:33:00.000-08:00

Yeah tagged. And this is not one of those blog tags which you have to reply to. I had a tag put on me today. A price tag. Have left all my work and decided to post after the long blogging vacation.

Today my dad got the first marriage proposal for me. A day to celebrate for me ;). Dad called me to his office and casually told me "rista aaya hai". I was dumb stuck for a while just trying to make sense out of those words. Is it for me? Is he joking? Nah can't be me? He wouldn't be telling me so seriously about it. May be cousin sis? May be. Hopefully. "Kya". "Tumhare Liye, Noida ki koi industrialist ki beti hai". Phew it is for me. Why is he telling me this. Isn't it obviously no even without consulting me. What the hell is happening. "Bulwa diya hai ki abhi thoda time hai shaadi me". Thanks goodness gracious. That was one awkward moment to forget.

Yeah after that moment passed I asked my dad that how and how in the bloody world did they know that I even existed and how did they approach us.

"Kuch nahi manoj jee aaye thee aaj.Direct bole aapke ladke ke liye pooch rahe the gupta jee apnee beti ke liye. 75 se 1 tak ka offer hai."

Difficult to believe right. This happend to me in a space of 2 minutes. Even I wouldn't have believed it before. They formally call it ARRANGED.

A moment of Eureka!

2006-10-06T10:29:00.000-07:00

If there is a problem then there is a solution. It totally depends on how much time one is willing to devote to it. Depending on the comlexity of the problem the solution could take ages to strike. And at the end of it all it takes is that one moment of intense thoughts warfare, not controlled, which results in that ingenious solution which you always believed was there. What follows is a feeling of excitement, a feeling of stupidy of not having solved it earlier and above all the joy of success.

Its 3 A.M in the morning and I am nerd enough to have these thoughts. I have been thinking about blogging on this subject for a while now. And one small experience finally provoked me into documenting this at this hour. I had a work related problem irritating me for a couple of days now. It had reached a point where somewhere in my subconscious I had assumed that there is no solution to it and I would have to start over again and find ways around it(the usual give up tendency). I sat in front of my comp at around 11 PM today and worked another hour without any success towards it. Frustrated I decided to lay off and started my usual Internet chores mails, orkut and messenger bla bla. A continuous thread of thoughts were still hovering around that problem without any concience effort of doing that. Somewhere in the middle of all this there was this spark, a feeling, which made my adrenalin rushing, heart pumping. A sudden sense of excitement gripped me. And the best part was I had no idea why was this happening. Some intution told me that I had found the solution. Did I? If I did then how? What was it? All these quesitons still unanswered. Careful cogitation revealed that the back of the head processing had actually come up with a solution to the seemingly impossible problem. It took me about 5 minutes to relax myself and collect my thoughts and "BANG" the solution was there. I had no idea from where. It felt like it was always there right in front of me and I always turned a blind eye towards it. How could it be so simple. There has to be something wrong. How could it be so perfect. Well it was, it had to be, its right there in front of my eyes.

All that was an hour ago. The solution as it turned out was flawless and unbelievably simple mocking me on the face for not having seen it for so long. That moment was a small insight for me to the feeling of Eureka. When after years of probing into a question people finally find answers to something that they been trying to figure out for ever.

Simon Singh in his Code Book cites many examples of how the code breakers never say die attitude helped them achieve the impossible. Outcome of World War I was changed because of one such dedicated cryptographer.

Einstein always believed that his wave theory was correct even if it meant proving centuries of study by millions of scholars wrong.

Its like a poet fighting hours together to get that one word right. Nothing but perfection satisfies him. Achiving that perfection is his problem. His fight is to find a solution to it. One could call it his profession, they might beg to differ though.

Just for this moment I would like to believe Impossible Is Nothing. A cliched sentence which has been used just too many times with too many contexts.

The Indian problem

2006-09-07T06:33:00.002-07:00

Technological update..argh kind of

Doctors and engineers have developed this amazing artificial heart which could completely replace a human heart in case of total failure. It even has a battery backup of 2 hours, after which you will have to plug the chord coming out from your heart into some terminal to recharge.

They forgot to consider the Indians I guess. What happens in case of power cuts. The agonizingly long ones that too lasting 6-10 hours during regular shortage and no limit during crisis. Now what?

When in India, do the Indians. Get a inverter to back it up. Get a generator to back up the invertor. And in order to keep the heart up and pumping keep the generator's tank up and pumping. And what's so funny in that. Every one knows that increase in fuel prices increases our living expense. That's how our other energy needs are satisfied anyway.

Hiccup ja ja ja

2006-09-04T03:20:00.000-07:00

Had this hiccup syndrome a couple of days back. It went on for more than 24 continuous hours, prompting me to do a Google search on it. That says something about the dependency on Google we have these days.

The search turned out to more interesting than I imagined. Below are a few details

World record

The world record for the longest continuous bout of hiccups (1922–1990) goes to Charles Osborne (1894–1991) from Anthon, Iowa. The hiccups started in 1922 at a rate of 40 times per minute, slowing to 20 and eventually stopping in February 1990 – a total of 68 years. [3]

The poor guy died a year after his hiccup stopped. The next few links revealed a few useful remedies .

Jump out of a plane.

Breathe slowly into your shirt.

Take a finger full of hair from the crown of your head and as hard as you can stand (though not hard enough to pull the hair out) for 10 seconds.

Say "pineapple."

Stand on your head.

Make yourself vomit.

Talk non-stop for ten seconds.

Scream for as long as you can.

(Women:) Stimulate your clitoris.

Fart.

Burp

ok enough here's the link

And the winner is

Cure number one: Do a Google search on hiccup.

Time to switch

2006-08-22T23:17:00.000-07:00

Rude India..

2006-08-22T10:31:00.000-07:00

Had a weird encounter today. Got elbowed by someone while getting into a metro train. Generally its such a common thing that the brain doesn't even bothers to inform me about it. But this time it did, so there had to be something wrong. Looked back and saw a Foreigner elbowing everyone around and shouting "you Indians are dogs? That's how you should be treated." We got in, the train started and he continued with his blabber.

A group of boys started taking his trip the typical dilli style, asking him single or double worded questions in English and them a truck load of Hindi swear words and laughing away to glory.

Sensing a joke on himself he replied, "You are dogs, you need to just piss off"

This went on for some 5 minutes before even he was added to the ignore list of everyone around. (Typically Indian).

I finally asked him, "You mad or what? What's your name?"

"John" (name not changed)

I asked, "what the fuck is your problem?". Before he could start answering back a college girl standing next to me barged in "Dude you can't go around shitting all over the place the way you are. You are freaking blah blah"

His reply. "Sorry I didn't get you. You Indians are the rudest people in the world."

She said, "you are a gone case". Another hunk joined, "You have the balls to say that in public. You know where you are standing"

The discussion got really heated up thereafter, so ignoring the details.

"I am a traveler. I travel the world. This is the 24th country I am visiting. Haven't seen people ruder than this. Do you read Reader's Digest? You have to start reading a little. Its report says that Indians are the rudest in the world. Have you ever heard the word excuse me here. People just push. In the queue for metro, 4 people jumped in front of me. The smartest brains in the world behaving like this. Pity. You guys live like dogs. Day before someone stole my passport. Just took it out of my pocket. The metro police found it today on the tracks. I missed my flight because of that. I am stuck here in this shitty place. When I went to the police station I saw a guy being beaten up with sticks. Even dogs are treated better. Siting examples of Bill Gates and Microsoft in garbled English"

All this happened by way of a heated conversation. He got a good lesson about his country with cash rich filthy people never in their lives having to think about earning a daily bread. How racist they were. He had no business being here and stuff. But all that is off topic.

He had made his point. True ones as well.

Funny moments: One good point by the hunk, "why are you are obsessed with dogs. It is the same animal you guys make porn movies with". Such a statement in public. Priceless.

Aunties around discussing. Aunty 1: "Usne pata hai Indians ko dog keh diya". Aunty 2: "Han main bhi sun rahi thee, accent wali bhi samajh aa jati hai." Making this one up but something very similar was happening all around.

Everyone suddenly had an accent while talking to him. Most sentences with more accent than rammer.

MP's salary hike

2006-08-20T01:16:00.000-07:00

How cool is to be a MP. Today is their appraisal day. Yes they get a salary hike. Based on what. Hmm..lets see.

A lot of factors have to be considered obviously. With their limited salary they have to manage their household for one full month. And with the increasing fuel prices, attrition, house/land prices, they better get a good hike. Who cares if roti, kapda aur makan are free and nothing but free for them.

Wish all companies were like this. Instead of those illogical meetings just to decide how many pennies are going to be added to your salary one should get to appraise himself. One can argue that, who knows me better than me, so it should be me should be appraising me. Wishful thinking. What possibly could my manager know about me, that I don't. That's how the MP's work at least. No fighting, no arguing about this in the parliament. No absentees either.

Here's the link

Great Gate Grash

2006-08-16T12:49:00.000-07:00

Disney's latest flick Cars has inspired one and all. It shows cars coming alive on screen, something on the lines of toystory.

Well we have to agree we are a bit harsh on them. Parking in harsh summer sun with sunlight only allowed to enter, to rough rides through our roads.

Fed up with all this my car decided to revolt. The other day I forgot to put the hand breaks and sensing its moment my car decided to make a dash for its freedom.

It started rolling backwards, ramming my latched gate open on its way, and then hitting the fencing outside. The twelve inch fencing was partially broken. And all this after I had locked it and entered the house.

When will a movie come inspiring me this much?

Photos of the same

1. Gate which was latched and the space where car was parked.

2. The discovery of the broken wall next morning, providing my neighbours enough gossip massala for a day.

What happend to the car butt? It had to pay a price for the car's outragious, stupid adventure trip.

Imagine two aunty cars having a discussion in a car park. Car A, check out that silver bitch, calls itself Merc, total snob, who the hell she thinks she is. Car B, oh don’t worry about her, I saw her today morning at my garage, with a pipe shoved down her ass checking for her gas quality in full public view. I don’t think she will have the ball bearings to act over smart again.

Warning: Last Paragraph is not to be read.

Windows Live Writer

2006-08-14T12:13:00.000-07:00

Windows Live Writer is here. More advanced than any web logging tool that I have seen so far. The interface is kick ass and integrates perfectly with most blogging sites.

Only catch I could see in the first few minutes of using it was that its typical Microsoft. And if you are not a Microsoft fan this will be noticeable. It has a toolbar for IE only and the default blogging site is windows live.

But overall a great tool.

Update: Found the first bug. A post saying this is a temporary post, delete it if not deleted appears on your blog if you try to download the template.

Also takes a lot of memory. Took about 60 MB of my memory the first time it was open after loading and close to 30 thereafter. Thats a lot of space and a preview of the to be launched vista world.

U2: Doesn't support direct photo upload. It has to be through some FTP host.

Here it is.

Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna (snob snob)

2006-08-13T11:14:00.000-07:00

How do you make a movie? If you think it’s a difficult equation, trust me it is. Ask Karan Johar how complex it could get at times? But also ask him how he handles this complicated art.
His reply. “Oh come on”. Have good celebrity friends, especially few hot ones who make good sahelies. Have a dad who can throw money. Then take the most important thing in an Indian’s life, his relationships, magnify it by a factor of infinity and make a movie.
Nice Mr. Johar, so what about the story?
What? Story, ah story. Well it’s the easiest job.
Ok so what was the inspiration behind the story of KANK(kabhi alvida naa kehna). Well it’s my chemistry teacher. Whenever she used to do equations in school all I could think of was how this convert into a movie. And one night I came up with this brilliant and simple idea. All you need to do is replace those chemical names with few film stars. Movie tayiyaar.
That’s how KANK looks like. Confused, agonizingly long, pathetic story, and no bathtub scenes for Sharukh. And the movie will scream at you for three and a half hours, KABHI ALVIDA NA KEHNA MERE KO.
Oh how could I forget the opening scene. Sharukh Khan is a budding football star, playing some champions league finals and with 2 minutes to go in a tied encounter, tackles as the last defender, takes the ball all the way cutting across 12, no actually 13 people on his way, with stopovers and back flicks, no headbutts, and scores a goal typical Karan Johar way.

Birthday - A lost charm

2006-08-10T23:16:00.000-07:00

Still remember those childhood birthdays when the anticipation and the wait for the day used to start months before the actual day. The only regret I had then was why does it come only once a year. Why can't we have more of such days. A day when you were made to feel special. Happy birthday song in front of the entire class followed by toffee distribution. Day's preparation decorating the house, balloons, ribbons, caps, cake what not. Friends and relatives all there because its your birthday. And most importantly all carrying that shining packet. Eyes used to remain glued to them trying to find the biggest of them all. The excitement used to late into the night after all the unwrapping of the gifts is done. Then the early experience of a hangover used to start. The day after used to be only that. When the realization sets in that the day has passed and it will take forever for it to come again.

One more thing that used to happen on these days was a feeling of having grown up used to set in. Those days when you are 10 a 11 sounds grown up and it used to take just one night to tick over. Next day onwards I could proudly pronounce myself 11 in front of my 10 year old classmates and friends whose birthdays were still a month or so away.

Things have changed so much now. Am 22 and can't see anything positive coming out of the birthday. In fact dreading that will be 23 after the day passes. I always wanted to grow up fast but now its probably one of those phases of life when you just want to stop. I guess all birthdays hereafter will remind me that I am not getting any younger. And the same friends who used to regret being 10 then can come and mock me.

Don't Waste Timepass

2006-08-10T12:05:00.000-07:00

Here is an article about how self discipline and will power helps in getting better grades. This made me think of my college days. During exam times my room, in fact my entire corridor used to be a converted meditation camp. Nothing could distract us and get us away from our books.
Except the 2-3 hours spent on playing counterstrike on all exam days including the nights before the exam. It helped us in ensuring good efficiency during our study hours.
Except the 1 hour spent at the night canteen. All our discussions here used to revolve only around non-exam topics. This helped us improve the logical thinking part.
Except the long sessions of time-pass or better known as gand ka khel (gk2). Our exam time motto used to be “Don’t Waste Timepass”. This ensured a repository of positive energy, much desired during exam time.
Except the long hours of football. Played in a huge group, ensured about one touch per hour, and time well spent.
Except the extended mess table discussions, the renewed interest in “F.R.I.E.N.D.S”.
And last and the best of the lot is the minimum 8-10 hours spent sleeping.
We were really serious about our exams.