tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36598200250333801042024-03-13T19:29:54.839-07:00Toppings from the mindRandom thoughts from the past, rantings of the present, appreciation of friends, anything that takes my fancy at the time of posting.
If any of you are wondering what the weird title means....It is like peeling away the layers of a great Pizza and trying to understand what it is made of....In this case the Pizza is me....I'm trying to understand myself and also make myself understood to the readers...Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-28001454815914341272009-01-08T00:35:00.000-08:002009-01-08T00:52:06.545-08:00Somethings off tangent !!<div style="text-align: justify;">Just putting aside the 'Dombivli Slow' posts for the time being and expressing something off tangent. I will of course be continuing with the Dombivli Slow posts from the next posting.<br /><br />Today morning as I was driving to my workplace in Bangalore, I was taking a left turn at the T-junction. At the same time another car from the opposite side of the road at the same place was taking a right turn, which meant that we would have arrived at the turn at the same time. Meanwhile at Zebra crossing on the junction across the breadth of the road where we were turning a man was crossing the road rather running to the opposite side. All it took for both me and the car driver was a split second to analyze what the situation was and react accordingly. I braked and slowed down my turn, so did the car driver and the man crossed safely.<br /><br />My question is if our normal brains can process information so fast and can act accordingly to take take us to safety how come all the brains in a big corporation like Satyam muck up the finances over a 4-5 year period without anybody realising what was happening?<br /><br />I find it absolutely incredible that the whole host of jokers from the directors (independent or otherwise), COO, Finance guys and PWC were unaware of a massive scam being perpetrated.<br /><br />What I feel sorry for in this whole episode is the lakhs of rupees lost by the small investors and the jobs of the 53,000 employees at stake. These investors and employees have families and extended families dependent on their salaries. This one scam has put a lot of livelihoods at stake.<br /><br />*******************************<br /><br />Also as I was driving to the office I was thinking about the IT employees and their lifestyle in general. Today the younger generation with skills have started earning big salaries and leading a lifestyle befitting the salary. You can see them having 1-2 cars same goes for the houses. Of course all this is on loan and when the recession hits or something like the above-mentioned scam happens these guys are left in lurch with nowhere to turn. All these things happen because they have not initiated any saving measures when the going was good.<br /><br />Now coming to my situation, I’m close to 40 years. All my life I have been an average middle class person. I have worked in some of the top-notch companies of India and also spent around 5 years in Dubai. I have never been too ambitious, always contented with the current situation. I have of course changed jobs when opportunities presented themselves for a hike in salary. I have been steady, concentrating more on investments like buying a house, saving for the future (read old age) all the while leading a very average life. Leading a average life means shunning too much expenditure on luxuries, not going on costly vacations, postponing the purchase of a car, etc..<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My question is whether I’m wrong? The rest of world around me seems to zip past like a Ferrari overtaking a moped and attaining goals which seem like unachievable dreams. Am I wrong somewhere for being contented and peace with my situation or is the rest of the world wrong? Of course I do realize the cost borne by these young guns for leading such a life. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Also please note this is not a case of sour grapes, jealousy or envy. This is just a honest question for which I can’t find any correct answer, from the depth of my heart, which I hope you will shed some light on.</span><br /></div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-24873966974181866732009-01-06T21:35:00.000-08:002009-01-07T00:43:06.497-08:00Dombivli Slow - Part I<div style="text-align: justify;">Well this post is about my childhood in Dombivli. It has been inspired by Ugich Konitari suggesting me to write about it.<br /><br />To the uninitiated Dombivli is a suburb of Mumbai, 49 kms away from CST ( Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus) or what was previously known as VT ( Victoria Terminus). Though is not technically a part of Mumbai ( It is a part of Thane district) Dombivli has always been considered as an integral part of Mumbai, because most of the workforce which works in the factories and staffs of companies in Mumbai come from Dombivli.<br /><br />Coming to the title of the post, Local trains or the Subarban Service has been the lifeline of Mumbai since ages. Trains start at CST and proceed in various directions on the Central Line of the Subarban Service. There also happens to be Western Line which is from Churchgate to Virar and a Harbour Line which runs from CST to Vashi and beyond. Most of the important ( read as towns with big populations) stations have four Platforms for four lines. Two of those lines are slow lines on which trains stop at all stations and the rest of the two are for fast trains on which trains skip certain stations and stop at only important ones. Therefore the title of the post Dombivli Slow which means a train originating at CST and stopping at all stations before arriving at my home town. Like the trains which stops and picks up and drops passengers at all stations. My post will be about memories gathered over a period of time.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about in my post will be period from 1969-1995.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town in late 60's which was a small town occupied by middle class working community and the Agri's ( early settlers who were predominantly in the fishing business). The middle class were driven into this town by rising real estate prices in the city. They were hard working people who at the end of the day wanted a roof above their heads and also wanted to be near to the city. It was a town which was predominantly Maharashtrian until the expats arrived ( I'm a tamilian by birth). Today the same town has a equal population of Maharashtrians, Gujratis, Tamils, Malayalis, Bohris, Bengalis, etc.............. It has become a cosmopolitan town with a huge population of around 15 lakhs ( 1.5 million). It has also the unique record of never being affected by any of the riots and religous disturbances which have torn apart Mumbai from time to time.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town where I could see a place around 2 kms away from the terrace of my 1 floor building. Today the same town has buildings cheek by jowl and in some cases where you can jump into the balcony of the house in the opposite building from yours and the only thing which you can see from the fourth floor nowadays is the person in the opposite building 2-3 metres away going about his lawful ( and also unmentionable) activites in the peace of his home.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town where there was a lot of open spaces before the concrete jungle took shape. There was a lot of flora and fauna to be explored though not of the rain forest variety.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town where my mother used to send me to buy Masala ( a combination of a coconut piece, green chillies, ginger, curry leaves and kothimir) or assorted grocery items to the shop which was 1/2 a km away without worrying whether I would be molested or get run over by a speeding vehicle.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town which consisted of Chawls with open door policy where you spent more time at other peoples home than yours.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town which consisted of 4-5 schools out which only two were English medium and going to a English Medium school was considered as something great.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town which consisted of 2-3 private hospitals with minimal facilities. If you had any major medical problem you had to rush to Mumbai for the treatment.<br /><br />The Dombivli which I will be talking about was a hick town with 4-5 temples and where most of the population was concentrated around 3 square kms from the station.<br /><br />I will be writing in more detail about my childhood days and experiences from the next post. Hope all of you find it enjoyable.<br /><br /><br /></div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-36508833672981390662009-01-05T22:41:00.000-08:002009-01-06T20:34:32.175-08:00Nothing in particularAfter starting the blog and posting some memories and other posts, I seem to have developed a writers block. More to do with what topic to pick up and write about. Once I think up something and some one else has already written about it. It will then seem that I'm plagiarizing others ideas.<br /><br />Like for example I thought of writing about something about the alumni group of my batch of 1984 of my school in Dombivli. Kavi has already beat me to the post by writing a very <a href="http://kavismusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonder-years.html">beautiful article</a> about his school days. Therefore I shall defer this time and write about it later. I will also keep posts about my memories to some day later.<br /><br />I have discovered one thing after the initial euphoria of starting a blog, that I do not have the natural flair which either <a href="http://kavismusings.blogspot.com/">Kavi</a> or <a href="http://kaimhanta.blogspot.com/">Ugich Konitari</a> have. I simply do not have that bent of mind where I can convert ordinary day to day happenings into stories with morals and ethics.<br /><br />Now, now, do not get happy that I'm closing down my blog. I do intend to bore all of you in the coming days by posting more unintelligible wanderings of my mind and these wanderings might end up looking like they have been expressed during a LSD trip. Not that I have ever experienced one, on the contrary I have read so much about it that I do not wish to experience one.<br /><br />I also do not have the insightful way of looking into things in the way which <a href="http://vivek-uvaach.blogspot.com/">Vivek-Uvach</a> and <a href="http://iyer-n-higher.blogspot.com/">iyer-n-higher</a> do with their long expereince of human psychology.<br /><br />Therefore I forge ahead bravely ( do not know if foolishly) thinking that you all will keep coming back to read my postings.<br /><br />I had been browsing through an interesting blog by Prem Panicker called <a href="http://www.prempanicker.com/index.php">smoke signals</a> where he writes about cricket, politics and generally the current affairs situation. He had given a link to the <a href="http://tehelka.com/">ten best short stories</a> selected by Tehelka magazine for the year gone by. I read one of them by Manjula Padmanabhan. It is <a href="http://tehelka.com/story_main41.asp?filename=hub100109feast.asp">lovely story</a> where she metaphorically uses a vampire from Europe to replace the terrorism and terrorists coming to country to create chaos. It is a great story in the context of the recent terror attacks in Mumbai. Have a read and do comment on how you liked it.<br /><br />Happy reading!!!Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-58662733483282197492008-12-31T01:48:00.000-08:002008-12-31T01:51:03.379-08:00A Happy New YearI'm posting just to wish all of you a very happy, prosperous, healthy and peaceful New Year.<br /><br />I will save my rants and memories for the New Year. I ought to have something left to post in the whole of 2009.Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-69465521676462882102008-12-25T20:30:00.000-08:002008-12-26T03:46:16.855-08:00The Tale of two C.V's<div style="text-align: justify;">Disclaimer : I don't know about the veracity of the information presented below. I have presented it as it has been received by me.<br /><br />The following is the subject of a mail sent to me by a very good friend who is also a Pakistani. He is made of the same flesh and blood that you and me are made of.....that's why I sometimes wonder why we bay for each others blood as a nation.<br /><br /><em style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:10;">RESUME-</span></em><i><span style="font-size:10;"><span style="font-size:130%;">1</span></span></i><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" > <b>EDUCATION /Qualification: </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1950: Stood first in BA (Hons), Economics, Punjab University, <span>Chandigarh</span> ,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1952; Stood first in MA (Economics), <span>Punjab University</span> , Chandigarh,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1954; Wright's Prize for distinguished performance at St John's College,Cambridge,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1955 and 1957; Wrenbury scholar, <span>University of Cambridge</span> ,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1957; DPhil (Oxford), DLitt (Honoris Causa); PhD thesis on India's export competitiveness</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>OCCUPATION /Teaching Experience: </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Professor (Senior lecturer, Economics, 1957-59;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Reader, Economics, 1959-63;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Professor, Economics, Panjab University, Chandigarh,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1963-65; Professor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >International Trade, Delhi School of Economics,University</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >of Delhi,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1969-71; Honorary professor, <span>Jawaharlal Nehru</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >University,New Delhi,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1976 and Delhi School of Economics, University of</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Delhi,1996 and <span>Civil Servant</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Working Experience/ POSITIONS: </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1971-72: Economic adviser, ministry of foreign trade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1972-76: Chief economic adviser, <span>ministry of finance</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1976-80: Director, Reserve Bank of India; Director, <span>Industrial Development Bank of India</span>;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Alternate governor for <span>India</span> , <span>Board of governors</span> , <span>Asian Development Bank</span>;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Alternate governor for India, Board of governors, IBRD</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >November 1976 - April 1980: Secretary, ministry of finance (Department of economic affairs);</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Member, finance, <span>Atomic Energy Commission</span> ; Member,finance, Space Commission</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >April 1980 - September 15, 1982: Member-secretary, <span>Planning Commission</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1980-83: Chairman, India Committee of the Indo-Japan joint study committee</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >September 16, 1982 - January 14 , 1985: Governor, <span>Reserve Bank of India</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1982-85: Alternate Governor for India, Board of governors, International Monetary Fund</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1983-84: Member, <span>economic advisory council</span> to the Prime Minister</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1985: President, Indian Economic Association</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >January 15 , 1985 - July 31, 1987: Deputy Chairman, Planning Commission</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >August 1, 1987 - November 10, 1990: Secretary-general and commissioner, south commission, Geneva</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >December 10 , 1990 - March 14, 1991: Advisor to the Prime Minister on economic affairs</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >March 15, 1991 - June 20, 1991: Chairman, UGC</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >June 21, 1991 - May 15, 1996: <span>Union finance minister</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >October 1991: Elected to <span>Rajya Sabha</span> from Assam on Congress ticket</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >June 1995: Re-elected to <span>Rajya Sabha</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1996 onwards: Member, Consultative Committee for the ministry of finance</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >August 1, 1996 - December 4 , 1997: Chairman, <span>Parliamentary standing committee</span> on commerce</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >March 21, 1998 onwards: Leader of the Opposition, Rajya Sabha</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >June 5, 1998 onwards: Member, committee on finance</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >August 13, 1998 onwards: Member, committee on rules</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Aug 1998-2001: Member, committee of privileges 2000 onwards: Member,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >executive committee, Indian <span>parliamentary group</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >June 2001: Re-elected to Rajya Sabha</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Aug 2001 onwards: Member, general purposes committee</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>BOOKS:</b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >India's Export Trends and Prospects for Self-Sustained Growth -Clarendon</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Press, Oxford University, 1964; also published a large number of articles in various <span>economic journals</span> .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>OTHER ACCOMPLISHMENTS:</b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span>Adam Smith Prize</span> , University of Cambridge, 1956</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span>Padma Vibhushan</span> , 1987</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Euro money Award, Finance Minister of the Year, 1993;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Asia money Award, Finance Minister of the Year for <span>Asia</span> ,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1993 and 1994</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>INTERNATIONAL ASSIGNMENTS:</b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1966: Economic Affairs Officer</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1966-69: Chief, financing for trade section,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span>UNCTAD</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1972-74: Deputy for India in IMF Committee of Twenty on International <span>Monetary Reform</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1977-79: Indian delegation to Aid-India Consortium Meetings</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1980-82: Indo-Soviet joint planning group meeting</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1982: Indo-Soviet monitoring group meeting</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >1993: <span>Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting</span> Cyprus 1993:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span>Human Rights World Conference</span>, Vienna</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>RECREATION: </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span>Gymkhana Club</span> , New Delhi; Life Member, <span>India International </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span>Centre</span>, <span>New Delhi</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Name: <span>Dr Manmohan Singh</span> </b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >DOB: <span>September 26</span> , 1932</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Place of Birth: Gah (West Punjab, currently Pakistan)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Father: S. Gurmukh Singh</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Mother: Mrs <span>Amrit</span> <span>Kaur</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Married on: <span>September 14</span> , 1958</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Wife: Mrs <span>Gursharan Kaur</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Children: Three daughters</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b> *This man is Indian Prime Minister (Manmohan Singh)*</b></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >--------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><br /><b><i><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:13;" >Resume -II</span></i></b><br /><span><b><i><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:13;" >President of Pakistan</span></i></b></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Education: </b>no formal qualifications proved, he claims he has done graduation from London but we are still unable to find that college or university , and Zardari is unable to remember its name as well.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>University </b>: unknown.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Claim to fame </b>: Husband of a famous, now ex (RIP) Prime Minister</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Previous Laurels </b>: Involvement in several murders most famously of his brother in law, possibly wife (not proved yet!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Involvement in famous events </b>: Wrapping a bomb to the leg of a famous UK businessman to ask for money!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Services to <span>Pakistan</span> </b>: <span>Embezzlement</span> & looting of Billions of Pakistan's wealth, Suspected of killing his wife .</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><span><b>Family Business</b></span> : Playing x-rated movies in family cinemas.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><b>Personal Qualities </b>: He never sticks to his words , and has no diplomatic manners</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:13;" >ISNT IT CLEAR WHY INDIA IS AN ECONOMIC GIANT AND WE ARE BEGGING ??? ELECT FEW MORE LIKE HIM AND THEN PRAY !!!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >************************************</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Well I leave it to the readers as to what they want to make out of this...............</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >My thoughts, I would not want to launch into a lengthy narrative of why Pakistan is currently in the state it is.......It will take a very long time, a lot of cyberspace and also the time of the readers to understand what I wish say........and also not speaking of the patience of readers to read through all that trash.......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Well coming back to my thoughts, Dr. Manmohan Singh is the best Finance Minister we ever had. If I had any say in politics I would permanently have him as the Finance Minister irrespective of which party is in power. He was the one who put India on the path to recovery with those fantastic path breaking reforms when the previous third front goevernment had pledged our gold to Bank of England for precious Forex. I would not want to comment on his achievments as the the PM of India. I'm not sure on this issue.......... What I certainly did not know that was Dr. Manmohan's resume would put the best of CEO's to shame.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >As for Mr. 10 percent ( A A Zardari, he was really invovled in sanctioning projects for 10% when his wife was the PM) the less said the better, considering the number of flip flops he is currently doing, he will put a top-flight gymnast to shame............</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" >Readers your thoughts....................</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);font-size:10;" ><br /></span>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-3954642949194909912008-12-23T21:45:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:30:12.142-08:00Experiencing Z Plus Security - Part III<div style="text-align: justify;">After that great trip to the Dead Sea, which I thought I would never be able to see in my life we returned back to Amman. ( Of course there are a lot of other places I would like to visit, let me see where life takes me................)<br /><br />The next day I was returning back to Dubai. I got up early and finished my packing and was ready by 8.30 and waiting to say my good-bye's and thanks to the client and everybody at his office for the great time I had in Jordan. My client's office is situated bang opposite the hotel and was to open at 9. I went there a little after 9 and finished my thanks and bye's and returned to the hotel to pick up my luggage and head to the airport.<br /><br />As I entered the Marriott gate I saw a crowd at the entrance. I thought it must be for some event to take place at the hotel. I kept walking from the gate towards the long corridor before the main lobby of the hotel. I saw the corridor empty till the entrance of the lobby where another crowd had assembled. As I was walking down the corridor a tall gentleman, all of probably 6' 4" start walking towards me. He was tall and well built.<br /><br />At this point let me describe myself. I'm around 5' 11" and only 53 kgs to boot. So you all can imagine how I would have measured head to head with that person.<br /><br />I thought nothing of the person walking towards me till he reached me. I was concentrating more on the crowd at the entrance. The people seemed to have formed a circle around a person and there were flash bulbs going off periodically. As soon as he reached me he put his hands out straight as if barring my way further. I was flummoxed by this action. I asked him what did he mean by that and told him I was a guest in the hotel and I was going to my room. He looked back and noticed that the crowd had parted and started to move forward. He put his arms around my extremely small frame and had me in a lock which left me unable to move totally. He then proceeded to pin me against a large ornate pillar, one of the many which lined the corridor. By now I was angry and confused and started arguing with him to let me go. He just stood there impassively with out speaking a single word the whole time. It was also futile to struggle since he had me effectively locked in this arms and moving my lips was the only thing I could do in those circumstances.<br /><br />Giving up, I started staring at the crowd that was moving out of the hotel. There was a distinguished short gentleman with a shock of white/graying hair speaking to reporters with microphones thrust in his face. All while the photographers were busy clicking his pictures. Surrounding that gentleman were more persons in black suits and of the same height and build as the gentleman holding me. Something clicked in my mind, but I still could not fathom the situation. The crowd passed the place where we were standing and moved further away. The person holding me let go of me and ran forward ahead of the crowd, living me confused and bewildered. I stood there for some time staring at that spectacle and then walked back inside the hotel.<br /><br />I went to the reception and asked for my room keys and also what the whole incident was all about. The person at the reception replied "Oh, that, that was the President of Algeria".<br /><br />I was stunned for a moment and also a little happy that I got to witness royalty at a very close range. Emotions took a different hue altogether from the ones I had 2 minutes back.<br /><br />I rushed back to the room picked my luggage and came down to clear the bills and board the car for the airport. I reached the airport and was lost trying to find the counter for paying the airport exit tax. I asked a security person the way. He again asked me in Arabic "Wal Hindiya?" I replied yes. He came all the way with me to the counter and was chatting in broken Hindi and<br />English about Indian movies and Amitabh Bachchan. Very nice of him, but then through out the trip I found that as an Indian I received very nice treatment from the people of Jordan.<br /><br />Boarded the plane and was back in Dubai 3 hours later.<br /><br />Thus ended a memorable trip and also the experience with Z Plus security. Of course nowadays head of the state security is not as simple as my experience, still.............</div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-49391721664675680712008-12-23T00:46:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:30:38.499-08:00Experiencing Z Plus Security - Part II<div style="text-align: justify;">I landed at Amman airport after the interesting journey. I and the U.A.E lady parted company at the immigration. The immigration counter person was surprised to have a visitor with an Indian passport. He looked at a few times cross-checked my face with the photo and asked me 'wal hindiya'? I assumed he was asking me if I was an Indian and replied affirmatively.<br /><br />Immigration over I encountered customs where a gentleman in an immaculate suit and beard was counting the beads. He asked me in perfect English whether I had anything to declare. I replied in negative and he told me in a very gracious manner "This way, please", pointing to the exit. After experiencing Indian customs personnel I was flabbergasted by the Jordanian customs.<br /><br />My client had arranged for me to be picked up from the airport. I settled in the Marriott Hotel in Amman. My client's office was bang opposite the hotel. Over the next two days I finished my business with my client.<br /><br />During the course of business I had been on market visits to Amman and the nearby Zarka town. Zarka is a small suburb similar to any central Mumbai suburb. It mainly comprises of Palestinian settlers and lower middle class Jordanians. During the visit I came across a theatre where a poster looked familiar and I asked the gentleman accompanying me the name of the movie of that poster. He read it for a minute and told me it was a Indian movie and the actors were somebody called Jacky Sharief (Shroff), Amir Khan and some name for Urmila Matondkar. I knew immediately that the movie was 'Rangeela'. I also came to know that Indian movies were very popular and that if you buy a ticket in the morning it is valid for all the shows of the day.<br /><br />I had a lovely trip on the second last day to the Dead Sea. My client's manager drove me to the Dead Sea. Though I knew about the Dead Sea I was apprehensive about taking a dip in it because I did not know swimming. The person accompanying me assured me and pointed to the other bathers that drowning in the Dead Sea is impossible.<br /><br />Thus assured I removed my clothes put on my shorts and also the thread from my shoulders and the chain I was wearing and gave to the gentleman with me. I was initially hesitant to do so, not knowing what his reaction would be. He was simply curious and asked me about the significance of the thread and the god's image on the pendant.<br /><br />I had a great time splashing, floating in the water. It is a strange concoction of salt, minerals which does not stick to your skin, rather it simply rolls off. During one of my rolls in the water, it got into my eyes which then proceeded to blind me completely and water for around the next 2 -3 minutes. The water is very salty, indeed, I found it out the hard way.<br /><br />Bath finished we strolled around the bank looking at the lights of Gaza strip which is visible from the Jordanian side. The person accompanying me asked whether I wanted to go to Israel and that it is only an hour's drive from where we were standing. I declined fearing repercussions about an Israeli stamp on my passport as I worked in a Gulf country. He replied that the border authorities would not stamp my passport and everything would take place on a piece of paper. I declined.<br /><br />We drove back to Amman after a nice dinner on the way.<br /><br />The real incident comes in the next post which will also be concluding part of this trip.</div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-63967340366671121472008-12-21T21:42:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:30:59.564-08:00Experiencing Z Plus Security Part I<div style="text-align: justify;">The year was 1997. I was working in Dubai. I used to handle the Middle East region sales for the company. The boss had asked me to go to Amman, Jordan to visit my client and close a deal which would have given the volume for the month.<br /><br />It was my first visit to Jordan. I had no previous experience of the country, the customs and the people. I was aware of the net but had no resources to find out about Jordan. Wikipedia was not born then. One fine morning I check-in at the Dubai airport counter of Royal Jordan Airlines. As I was checking in the person at the counter asks me whether he can add another persons excess weight to my ticket. I was a bit apprehensive and looked confused. The person pointed to the lady next to me and said that she had excess baggage and whether could I help her.? I said ok and collected my boarding pass and left the counter. I completed all the formalities and was waiting to board the plane. I was wondering how I would be able to cope alone (first trip to another country without any colleagues accompanying me) without knowing Arabic. I need not have worried as I later came to know that Jordan was once under British control, therefore English language is the norm there.<br /><br />I boarded the plane and occupied my seat and a few minutes later found out that the lady who I helped out at the check-in counter was seated next to me. She started the conversation as I was a bit apprehensive about initiating conversation with a local ( U.A.E National) lady. She seemed free enough and started chatting amiably. Like most people unaware about India, its customs, Hindu religion, she started asking me about them. She surprised me by telling that she had relatives in Hyderabad, India. I asked her about her family. She told me that she had a local father and Iraqi mother. She was going to Jordan for her brothers wedding. I got invited to the wedding. We had a great conversation to the envy of the passengers who kept staring back at us wondering what were a Arab girl and an Indian guy talking together for so long. She kept smoking every 5 minutes and drinking black coffee. The stewards would keep plying her with the coffee and totally ignore me...............<br /><br />The recollections of the conversation have dimmed over a period of time but it went something like what is Hindu religion all about, why do Hindus worship cows, trees, etc?<br /><br />I shall post part II of the trip shortly where the explanation of the title of post becomes evident. That incident was a part of the memorable trip, that's why the long prelude to the main event.........</div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-2668333852810773442008-12-19T01:04:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:31:23.166-08:00A brave lady...<div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight me and my sister will be leaving to Chennai to attend the 10th day ceremony of my aunt who passed away last Thursday. She was a very brave lady........<br /><br />She was the one who showed me how live in a dignified manner even when braving tough circumstances in life without ever talking about it to me on a personal level.<br /><br />A lady born in the pre-independence era, in a small village tucked away in the interior of Tamil Nadu. She was the eldest daughter in the family after two sons and thus the responsibility of rearing up her younger siblings fell on her. My father was the youngest of her brothers and to this day refers to her as more of his mother than my grandma. She had a solid impact on the upbringing of my father and her other siblings.<br /><br />She got married at a very early age (as was the norm in those days) to my Uncle who was working with Binny Mills in Chennai. Uncle was a genuinely nice and understanding person and my aunt was lucky enough to be married to him. Though money was not very abundant in those days she managed to adjust and run a family comprising of 5 children (four girls and a boy) very efficiently.<br /><br />A very smooth and untroubled life has not been lived by anybody on this earth and so was the case with my aunt. Binny mills got locked out due to a prolonged stirke and my Uncle was out of work. This imposed great hardship on the family. Though Uncle tried very hard he could not get any alternative job. Aunt somehow managed to run the show by taking on cooking jobs and other small tasks at other homes. My cousin started to work in a small business of his own and managed to get in some money monthly. This was just about enough to feed everybody and save a little. She somehow managed to get all her daughters married off and finally also her son, which was the highpoint of her acheivements.<br /><br />She was happy managing her sons house, bringing up her grandchildren and generally leading a contended life till last year when cancer struck. I still can't fathom why god makes the good people undergo such severe trails. She bravely managed for a year, was running the house till she was bedridden for the last four months.<br /><br />My abiding memory of her over the years has been her uncomplaining and kind nature, cheerful conversation and her positive attitude in the face of hardships. She has taught me to persevere in toughtest of situation and things will get better. I have tried to change my nature becoming more calmer and accomdative because of her.<br /><br />This is my small tribute to a very brave lady......................</div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659820025033380104.post-79528305872040635882008-12-19T00:56:00.000-08:002008-12-23T22:32:21.857-08:00A tentative start.......<div style="text-align: justify;">Today after much encouragement from good friends like Ugich Konitari and Kavi I have decided to bravely enter the world of blogging. I don't know what I will end up writing. I don't know whether the readers will be able to make sense of what I write. I definitely hope to give my best shot to whatever I will write.<br /><br />For long I have been following blogs. I was introduced to the blogworld by my good friend Kavi and through his blog I have started following other blogs. Ugich Konitari has been urging me to start my own blog and put down my thoughts in cyberspace.......therefore this attempt.<br /><br />Hope, dear readers, you will like what I write here.........please do not forget comment. Both positive and negative comments are accepted as I need to improve.</div>Ganeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384608858765461883noreply@blogger.com2