Pseudo think

Monday, February 09, 2009

Evolution of Love

Circa 2007, February
LP: Hey, I want to ask you something...
SC: Sure, go ahead
LP(Shyly): Can I listen to telugu songs after we get married.
SC:(Laughs for good measure, Frowns, Getting Married!): Of-course, darling(for impact)

2009, February
Early one morning,
LP: (Singing Loudly) ^%$%^%&*^&*^&*^ (Telugu song)
SC: hush, hoosh, hush
LP: (Even Louder) #^^$&^%&^%*^*&^
SC: (Frowns, Getting Married! Sighs! covers his ears with a pillow with a degree of finality, mutters...)the deal was listening!
$%$&^^&*^(*&^(*&)(&*)(*)(

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Monday, April 24, 2006

Just comb your hair

'Excerpts from a Father's Wisdom'


Do not worry about Despair
Just comb
your hair
Despair is a strange disease
I think it even happens to
trees.
-- A. K. Ramanujan

might I add that ARKS sir has been insisting on that for a long time now.
comb your hair, shave everyday and all that stuff moms talk about

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Sunday, April 09, 2006

Can we fly?


It has been an interesting 3 days …feels more like 3 months. The project brief that I have been given is more like 3 years work. A similar project was made with dozens of people in a timeframe of one and half years for the state of Jharkhand, my project entails two states, Bihar and Bengal.
In a conversation I had with my guide yesterday morning I tried to rationalize his expectations. It was alas to little avail. When I gently told him “Sir, don’t you think this project is too big” he even more gently reminded me “well, we thought an IIM grad….” When he trailed off I could imagine the later part could have been ‘can fly’ or ‘can do miracles’ or some such like, because the impossibility of the project is self evident.

The feasibility of doing a feasibility study aside, life has been quite interesting over the last 3 days. I had my first experience of a field visit in rural India. Tagging along with 3 executives on 2 bikes we made our way to 2 tribal villages about 50 kilometers from Ranchi. We finally landed up under the cool shade of a tree with ‘chattai’ underneath facing about 20 tribal farmers. The agenda of the day was to help them form a self help group which would enable them to have some kind of bargaining power and accelerate social development. The most striking aspect was their diffidence in our presence, with a tendency to look for everything from the executives. It was a sucessful day and after some egging they decided they are going to put 10 rupees per week as savings in the SHG fund. The group was named Kisan Vikas Grameen Manch. The womenfolk sitting on the side seemed to be more vociferous especially when deciding the amount of saving with a general consensus among them that the only reason their men want to save less is to spend it on booze. The village incidently already had 3 sucessfully running women’s self help groups a surer example of womens empowerment than all the Lakme and L’oreal advertisements.

Microfinance in general has been a powerful driver in reducing global poverty, 2005 was named the year of ‘microcredit’. It involves forming intitutions among the poor which will help making lending to them viable. The next step is to design suitable financial products for them so that they are financially viable and also helpful in solving the credit gap for the borrowers. The entire focus is on productive loans and the structure is designed to be profit making so as to be sustainable in the long run. The key question is at which point of the value chain you are making your intervention, if this is not properly planned the credit intervention might not be able to break the vicious cycle which plagues most rural populace. My job will be to get atleast a basic outline of the 2 states and try and form a rudimentary plan regarding where the organisation can intervene.

It has been interesting work and the sense of satisfaction when seeing those three groups being formed in the villages and their general gratitude towards us (being current clients in credit) did dissolve a lot of my doubts regarding what I am doing here. The only hurdle now is the ambiguity surrounding my project and the lack of support I am getting considering the size of the project. I can only hope this does not go the normal MBA way…cut, copy and paste.


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Saturday, February 18, 2006

The Screamingly-funny

limericks as i found out the other day are not
(as i have mistakenly been led to believe since childhood)
just a piece of nonsense verse,
they are infact poems where lines 1,2 and 5 rhyme
and 3,4 rhyme with each other
this must be one of the best limericks i have heard
i have this inclination towards small
and tightly worded poetry
is it a sign of the sedentary life i lead .....
that i dont even feel like going through
long lines of poetry ?

today was just another day ......
another trip to mhow
lots of people this time
its funny though cetrizine does not seem to work on me
i had 2 tablets since morning
and i m still not feeling sleepy


sham did most of the work in strategy ......
and for all my enthu over the last month i cried off again
ah!.....sigh
i dont like myself this way
it drives me to mournful poetry :(


'As the poets have mournfully sung'

As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung

W. H. Auden


this might be the mournful poetry auden talks about in his poem
:)
it is amazing by itself


The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

Omar Khayyam




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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

behind the name

hmmmmm
am i a drunkard ,or to be more precise an alcoholic ?
nope .....than why the url .....alwaysgetdrunk !



'Get Drunk!' 
Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On  wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
Charles Baudelaire



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