I think I speak for most of us who have ever or once harboured the dream of becoming an MBA, when I say, we should probe into this person's mind as a service to all students and of late, to society as well.
The 2nd guy inside whose head I would like to enter and figure out why he does what he does is out very own Tooth Fairy. Prof. Arindam Chaudhuri of the Dare to Dream beyond IIM fame.
Please do click on his name and check out his website. Do not go through the entire site if you don't have the time or bandwidth (I mean internet) just see the home page. See his many sides, ties and teeth.
He too, much like the Reddy guy peeps out from a corner in a full page ad that has every cubic centimeter daring us to dream beyond IIM's.
Prof., if I may ask, why should I dare to dream beyond IIM. Most MBA aspirants have already begun looking beyond the IIM's and set their hopes on more palatable choices like IIPM etc. OOPS... now I get it...what you did mean was, " Sun bete, IIM toh tere se hoga nahin, toh chup chaap apni aukaad dekh ke koi collge mein bharti le le..."
Now that I think I have figured that part out lets move on to the one of many links on his website -- Movies.
Isn't he the same guy who went about beating his chest or chattering his teeth that there was a formula to make a hit Hindi movie and he has applied it to the eventual 3 hours of rubbish.
...to be continued....
Monday, September 22
P.E.O.P.L.E.
Any place without the people is just a structure with four walls.
This explains the period after each alphabet in the title.
Each is important.
And this was proved beyond a shadow of a doubt last Friday, the 19th of September, 2008.
Panna, as Nagesh is fondly called has started this once-in-two-months ex-Lowe employee meet. Ok! Ok! We do not take the 'ex-Lowe employee' criteria pretty seriously.
This is an occasion for people who have been in the agency and are in the agency to meet, greet, seat, eat and ask for repeat.
Missed the first two editions. Am glad I could make it for the third. It was just mind-blowing.
The same old jokes. The same old ganging up. The same old madness.
I am pretty sure if the very same bunch had been working for LIC, these re-unions would have been as crazy and fun.
Which is why it baffles me when companies try to 'manufacture' happy-employees and fail. The pool tables, carrom boards, group picnics, floor picnics, coffee tables, movies clubs and god only knows what else is good but the answer is simple. Hire people who are themsleves happy, to start off with, they in turn will spread happiness and voila! you are in Wonderland.
(And if you are lucky, even Alice will be there too!)
This explains the period after each alphabet in the title.
Each is important.
And this was proved beyond a shadow of a doubt last Friday, the 19th of September, 2008.
Panna, as Nagesh is fondly called has started this once-in-two-months ex-Lowe employee meet. Ok! Ok! We do not take the 'ex-Lowe employee' criteria pretty seriously.
This is an occasion for people who have been in the agency and are in the agency to meet, greet, seat, eat and ask for repeat.
Missed the first two editions. Am glad I could make it for the third. It was just mind-blowing.
The same old jokes. The same old ganging up. The same old madness.
I am pretty sure if the very same bunch had been working for LIC, these re-unions would have been as crazy and fun.
Which is why it baffles me when companies try to 'manufacture' happy-employees and fail. The pool tables, carrom boards, group picnics, floor picnics, coffee tables, movies clubs and god only knows what else is good but the answer is simple. Hire people who are themsleves happy, to start off with, they in turn will spread happiness and voila! you are in Wonderland.
(And if you are lucky, even Alice will be there too!)
Sunday, September 14
What is he/she thinking #1
Am sure there have been times when most of us have wondered why an individual is behaving in a particular manner. I often do, ( and am sure others do the same about me), which is why I wish I could get inside their heads and figure out exactly what it is the person is thinking at the moment to be doing whatever it is that he/she is doing.
The 1st guy inside whose head I would like to enter and figure out is our very own Thumbelina. The Reddy guy of the numerous thumbs up and Country Club fame.
What ticks him?
Why the thumbs up?
Recently saw an ad where he's in an open top jeep, travels from left of screen to right, looking into camera, sunglasses, hat et al with his thumb sticking up.
He came.
He showed.
He left.
If you haven't yet come across him,watch this...
Watch this space for more inside the head trips!!!
The 1st guy inside whose head I would like to enter and figure out is our very own Thumbelina. The Reddy guy of the numerous thumbs up and Country Club fame.
What ticks him?
Why the thumbs up?
Recently saw an ad where he's in an open top jeep, travels from left of screen to right, looking into camera, sunglasses, hat et al with his thumb sticking up.
He came.
He showed.
He left.
If you haven't yet come across him,watch this...
Watch this space for more inside the head trips!!!
Thursday, September 11
Aadmi apni kismet khudh dekhta hai
Had heard and read rave reviews for this movie. Aamir- kaun kehta hai aadmi apni kismet khudh likhta hai?
In most reviews, the stars were on the higher side of 3.
Friends came back from mid-afternoon shows and raved and ranted. Thought it had something to do with the beer levels. Some came back after evening shows and continued to rave and rant. This was serious. But somehow I couldn't get myself to believe them or rather get off my lazy backside and see the movie. That is, till last night.
Maybe it was fate or kismet as the movie poster, which I googled today, proclaimed.
The film is cock!! No apologies for the language. None at all.
It was a waste of an evening.
Why would anyone, I mean anyone in their sane mind think the film is close to palatable???
The story is lame with too many flaws. While being chased by the cop, why couldn't he jump into a taxi in the first place instead of running a marathon, waits for the phone to ring with instructions hail a cab??? When someone's chasing us, wouldn't we to find the quickest escape route??
The acting, well to put it into perspective, the mobile phone, a Nokia 6600, easily overshadowed anyone else's performance. Followed closely in second spot by the shadow that covered Gajraj for most of the film. Sarcasm aside, Gajraj was impressive.
Was trying to figure out why people thought it was a good film. Could come up with the following reasons;
- The hero dies in the end. (We're still not used to this in Bollywood)
- There is very little make up. (If there ever is a film where we have the hero or heroine sans make up, it has to be a good film e.g. Chameli)
- The hero dies in the end.
- It touches on a sensitive issue. (I have to say this- so many have touched the sensitive issue in so many ways and so many number of times, it's lost its sensitivity)
For all those who haven't yet buckled under pressure and watched the film, Bigg Boss 2 will give you better viewing pleasure.
Yes, I have come out of the closet. I am a Bigg Boss 2 fan. I've seen 6 episodes until now and I am hooked.
Don't know what it is about those few will-never-be's but I enjoy it.
Just have a few questions.
Who is the Alina girl? She isn't a singer, doesn't look like a dancer (read item girl), is she a TV actress??
And which item number has Sambhavana done?? Never seen her.
BB2 has become saans-bahu of sorts. Everyone claims not seeing it as it's full of losers but they all seem to be the updated about the events.
When I saw my first episode, I did ask myself -
Isn't Debojit getting any opportunity to sing in the industry?
Why is the saans-bahu lady, Ketki there? Thought she was doing well!
The Roadies 5.0 winner deserves to be. I have been an ardent fan of Roadies but missed out on the last few episodes of 5.0, till somebody told me this guy had won and I was glad I missed it.
Donno whether MTV offered him a job, like they did to most other Roadies, but my guess is that they haven't. And that's why he's here.
Ehsaan couldn't make the cut with his brand of humour it seems. Sad but true.
Isn't Zulfi a moderately-successful model?
But as I continued watching, all these questions seemed to disappear into the wind and meet with the answers, which in any case were blowing in the wind.
Now I do not care who is who and who is what, just like watching them dressed like school children and acting (or are they?) challenged.
Donno whether it is entertaining or not, but it feeds the bitch in me. And I like it.
In most reviews, the stars were on the higher side of 3.
Friends came back from mid-afternoon shows and raved and ranted. Thought it had something to do with the beer levels. Some came back after evening shows and continued to rave and rant. This was serious. But somehow I couldn't get myself to believe them or rather get off my lazy backside and see the movie. That is, till last night.
Maybe it was fate or kismet as the movie poster, which I googled today, proclaimed.
The film is cock!! No apologies for the language. None at all.
It was a waste of an evening.
Why would anyone, I mean anyone in their sane mind think the film is close to palatable???
The story is lame with too many flaws. While being chased by the cop, why couldn't he jump into a taxi in the first place instead of running a marathon, waits for the phone to ring with instructions hail a cab??? When someone's chasing us, wouldn't we to find the quickest escape route??
The acting, well to put it into perspective, the mobile phone, a Nokia 6600, easily overshadowed anyone else's performance. Followed closely in second spot by the shadow that covered Gajraj for most of the film. Sarcasm aside, Gajraj was impressive.
Was trying to figure out why people thought it was a good film. Could come up with the following reasons;
- The hero dies in the end. (We're still not used to this in Bollywood)
- There is very little make up. (If there ever is a film where we have the hero or heroine sans make up, it has to be a good film e.g. Chameli)
- The hero dies in the end.
- It touches on a sensitive issue. (I have to say this- so many have touched the sensitive issue in so many ways and so many number of times, it's lost its sensitivity)
For all those who haven't yet buckled under pressure and watched the film, Bigg Boss 2 will give you better viewing pleasure.
Yes, I have come out of the closet. I am a Bigg Boss 2 fan. I've seen 6 episodes until now and I am hooked.
Don't know what it is about those few will-never-be's but I enjoy it.
Just have a few questions.
Who is the Alina girl? She isn't a singer, doesn't look like a dancer (read item girl), is she a TV actress??
And which item number has Sambhavana done?? Never seen her.
BB2 has become saans-bahu of sorts. Everyone claims not seeing it as it's full of losers but they all seem to be the updated about the events.
When I saw my first episode, I did ask myself -
Isn't Debojit getting any opportunity to sing in the industry?
Why is the saans-bahu lady, Ketki there? Thought she was doing well!
The Roadies 5.0 winner deserves to be. I have been an ardent fan of Roadies but missed out on the last few episodes of 5.0, till somebody told me this guy had won and I was glad I missed it.
Donno whether MTV offered him a job, like they did to most other Roadies, but my guess is that they haven't. And that's why he's here.
Ehsaan couldn't make the cut with his brand of humour it seems. Sad but true.
Isn't Zulfi a moderately-successful model?
But as I continued watching, all these questions seemed to disappear into the wind and meet with the answers, which in any case were blowing in the wind.
Now I do not care who is who and who is what, just like watching them dressed like school children and acting (or are they?) challenged.
Donno whether it is entertaining or not, but it feeds the bitch in me. And I like it.
Monday, September 8
What 'Pujo' means to a Bengali? by VIR SANGHVI
Most modern Indian cities strive to rise above ethnicity. Tell anybody who lives in Bombay that he lives in a Maharashtrian city and (unless of course, you are speaking to Bal Thackeray) he will take immediate offence. We are cosmopolitan, he will say indigenously. Tell a Delhiwalla that his is a Punjabi city (which, in many ways, it is) and he will respond with much self-righteous nonsense about being the nation's capital, about the international composition of the city's elite etc. And tell a Bangalorean that he lives in a Kannadiga city and you'll get lots of techno-gaff about the internet revolution and about how Bangalore is even more cosmopolitan than Bombay. But, the only way to understand what Calcutta is about is recognize that the city is essentially Bengali. What's more, no Bengali minds you saying that. Rather, he is proud of the fact. Calcutta's strengths and weaknesses mirror those of the Bengali character.
It has the drawbacks: the sudden passions, the cheerful chaos, the utter contempt for mere commerce, the fiery response to the smallest provocation. And it has the strengths (actually, I think of the drawbacks as strengths in their own way). Calcutta embodies the Bengali love of culture; the triumph of intellectualism over greed; the complete transparency of all emotions, the
disdain with which hypocrisy and insincerity are treated; the warmth of genuine humanity; and the supremacy of emotion over all other aspects of human existence.
That's why Calcutta is not for everyone. You want your cities clean and green; stick to Delhi. You want your cities, rich and impersonal; go to Bombay.
You want them high-tech and full of draught beer; Bangalore's your place.
But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.. When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't remember the things that people remember about cities.
When I think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park.
When I think of NewYork, I think of the frenzy of Times Square.
When I think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku.
And when I think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee.
But when I think of Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah 'Bridge'. I think of people. Because, finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and tarred roads. A city is the sum of its people. And who can ever forget or replicate - the people of Calcutta?
When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life. It was in Calcutta that I learnt about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty. I learnt other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was a revelation to live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect. I learnt
also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion. In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day when he gets a stock market tip.
It has the drawbacks: the sudden passions, the cheerful chaos, the utter contempt for mere commerce, the fiery response to the smallest provocation. And it has the strengths (actually, I think of the drawbacks as strengths in their own way). Calcutta embodies the Bengali love of culture; the triumph of intellectualism over greed; the complete transparency of all emotions, the
disdain with which hypocrisy and insincerity are treated; the warmth of genuine humanity; and the supremacy of emotion over all other aspects of human existence.
That's why Calcutta is not for everyone. You want your cities clean and green; stick to Delhi. You want your cities, rich and impersonal; go to Bombay.
You want them high-tech and full of draught beer; Bangalore's your place.
But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.. When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't remember the things that people remember about cities.
When I think of London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park.
When I think of NewYork, I think of the frenzy of Times Square.
When I think of Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku.
And when I think of Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee.
But when I think of Calcutta, I never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle of Burra Bazar or the splendour of the new Howrah 'Bridge'. I think of people. Because, finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and tarred roads. A city is the sum of its people. And who can ever forget or replicate - the people of Calcutta?
When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life. It was in Calcutta that I learnt about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty. I learnt other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was a revelation to live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect. I learnt
also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and about passion. In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt some of it away for the day when he gets a stock market tip.
In Calcutta, a man with exactly the same income will not know the difference between a debenture and a dividend. But he will spend his money on the things that matter. Each morning, he will read at least two newspapers and develop sharply etched views on the state of the world. Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or river) fish on his table. His children will be encouraged to learn to dance or sing. His family will appreciate the power of poetry And for him, religion and culture will be in inextricably bound together.
Ah religion! Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta and they'll scoff.. Don't be silly, they'll say. Puja is a religious festival. And Bengal has voted for the CPM since 1977. How can godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions festival? I never know how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion consists of much more than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down somebody's mosque. It has little to do with meaningless ritual or sinister political activity. The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge: emotion, culture, the love of life, the warmth of being together, the joy of celebration, the pride in artistic expression and yes, the cult of the goddess. It may be about religion. But is about much more than just worship. In which other part of India would small, not particularly well-off localities, vie with each other to produce the best pandals? Where else could puja pandals go beyond religion to draw inspiration from everything else?
In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals featured Amitabh Bachchan, Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain! Where else would children cry with the sheer emotional power of Dashimi, upset that the Goddess had left their homes? Where else would the whole city gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat their drums? Which other Indian festival - in any part of the country - is so
much about food, about going from one roadside stall to another, following your nose as it trails the smells of cooking?
To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali. It's not easy. Certainly, you can't do it till you come and live here, till you let
Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream and steal your soul. But once you have, you'll love Calcutta forever. Wherever you go, a bit of Calcutta will go with you. I know, because it's happened to me. And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal.
Wednesday, September 3
wake up its jacob
While on this vacation I did and said things that I considered myself beyond doing or saying.
Always have put it beyond me to wake up at any hour before 12 post a night of rum, tequila, vodka and toddy.
But like somebody once said, “Everyday you learn something new”
Was definitely not the only one who was impressed at this unprecedented feat of an unaided 7:30 am wake up. Good Morning!
Anyways, did sit through both these movies. Chak De is a mish-mash of your staple Coach Carter like
Was a predictable but watchable film.
Heard the story of the original Malayalam movie from which Billoo Barber is inspired.
Was also part of a debate where Malayalees felt they were at the receiving end when Bollywood or any other Wood paid ode to an original movie it so blatantly or at times not-so-blatantly was inspired.
Someone would copy a Malayalam movie and then a third party would copy it from them and say, “This film is inspired/ is a remake of a film made in any-other-language-other-than-Malayalam”
Remade as: Kuselan featuring Rajani in Tamil
Re-remade as: Billoo Barber with Shahrukh in Hindi. (Will see this movie for sure. Want to see a barber with outstretched arms, scissor in one hand, comb in other and a jumper thrown around the neck. In
Did not tarnish my diplomatic image. Once again. Phew!
Will ensure I mention that they are remakes of Malayalam films.
been there...done squat
August is a month of travel.
Rain clouds have travelled towards the Eastern part of the country, primarily Bihar.
Mamata and her brigade have travelled towards the Nano factory.
Indian athletes have travelled to Beijing. (I have reason to believe that this 'come back empty handed' cry is unture. They never have, never will come back empty handed from any Olympic event. Duty free ka packets paav se thodi pakadte hain?) Congrats to the three who won a medal. And also tho those who stayed on in their respective disciplines long enough to see the closing ceremony.
I also travelled to Kerala for Bruce's wedding.
It was the first Syrian Christian Wedding I had attended. From start to finish, dessert included.
And me thinks it rocked.
- The whole ceremony took just 45 mins.
- Except the groom, that too optional, no one else is expected to wear a suit.
- The temperature on that particular days was 18000 degree celcius. Or so it seemed.
- You could wear a pista coloured shirt, with a beige drawstring.
- You don't have to tuck the shirt and wrap the growth around the waist.
- You get to learn that brandy mixes well with chilled Kalyani Black Label beer. Especially at half past nine in the morning.
God bless Tresa and Bruce.
P.S. God also bless the guy who got the cannister of fresh toddy.
Rain clouds have travelled towards the Eastern part of the country, primarily Bihar.
Mamata and her brigade have travelled towards the Nano factory.
Indian athletes have travelled to Beijing. (I have reason to believe that this 'come back empty handed' cry is unture. They never have, never will come back empty handed from any Olympic event. Duty free ka packets paav se thodi pakadte hain?) Congrats to the three who won a medal. And also tho those who stayed on in their respective disciplines long enough to see the closing ceremony.
I also travelled to Kerala for Bruce's wedding.
It was the first Syrian Christian Wedding I had attended. From start to finish, dessert included.
And me thinks it rocked.
- The whole ceremony took just 45 mins.
- Except the groom, that too optional, no one else is expected to wear a suit.
- The temperature on that particular days was 18000 degree celcius. Or so it seemed.
- You could wear a pista coloured shirt, with a beige drawstring.
- You don't have to tuck the shirt and wrap the growth around the waist.
- You get to learn that brandy mixes well with chilled Kalyani Black Label beer. Especially at half past nine in the morning.
God bless Tresa and Bruce.
P.S. God also bless the guy who got the cannister of fresh toddy.
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