Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Best of both worlds

We all give in to a bit of intellectual vomiting now and then. Back in my grad days, these sessions sometimes carried on for entire nights until the ‘fuelled’ bon-fire of thoughts would be extinguished by hunger and other primitive human functions. It was these regurgitations that sometimes resulted in scrawlings on the wall, almost always status messages. In fact I am pretty confident that they would have led to a novel or two had not Chetan Bhagat beat us all too it. That guy ruined the novelty for the rest of us. (Pun intended.) But something that would always surely result from such a session was a blog post. But is that why we used to indulge in them? To write a blog? To announce to the rest of the world that even though we were studying engineering we shouldn’t be considered literarily challenged? Quite frankly, I think it was because we had nothing else to do. Bhagat recently wrote an article (again, I had nothing else to do at that time) for the TOI in which he coined a new term ‘lerd’. I can quite imagine MR. ‘I-do-all-my-writing-on-flights’ smiling smugly to the air-hostess as he was penning this, no doubt basking in the glory of being able to brandish his literary license in the face of innocent readers yet again. Apparently, lerds are the literary students, the social intellectuals. They are the other side of the coin of which nerds, the scientific intellectuals form one face. He then goes on to suggest the failings of each of these groups. He also considers himself a nerd and quite humbly (well, for him atleast) accepts that his ‘rigorous’ scientific studies have rendered him socially inept.

The point is, CB advocates a meeting of minds, a give-and-take between the nerds and the lerds of this country in order to reach solutions to the problems of this country. But reading between the lines, you can clearly see that he is actually invoking a hybrid of the two species. Maybe an engineer? Someone who went on to study the interplay of arts and science that is called management or business administration? Also, maybe someone who led a highly goal-oriented life, like that of a banker, but pursued non-goal oriented dreams, like that of an author? You get the drift; the conceit of CB betrays him in his article. In a nutshell, he seems to suggest that he and his kind are the future of the country. Bhagat knows his readership base quite well and rightly assumes that they will fail to see through the pedestrian screen of words he has put up once again to hide the big flickering neon sign that says ‘ME’.

Now there is some value in what he says in the article, but I don’t think, that the likes of Chetan Bhagat are what this country needs. Let me explain why. To my mind, the hybrid that hesuggests will never give rise to an offspring that has the best qualities of both. In fact, most certainly it will be the mediocrities of both groups. We need to go back to those sessions in grad school to understand why. As I said, the reason for those sessions was that we had nothing better to do. I can look back today and see clearly that those who enjoyed the ‘rigorous’ scientific studies rarely indulged in these vomiting sessions. It was us lot that found themselves disillusioned with what they thought they would be doing in a engineering school that indulged. My lerd friends too would indulge in scientific pursuits only if they found the Sociology 101 akin to chewing cardboard. What happens when a nerd tries to be a lerd? Chetan Bhagat and his notion that he will inspire the youth of India into greatness. Now I am not saying that an engineer shouldn’t write a book, or an arts graduate shouldn’t head an automobile manufacturer. What I am saying is, we shouldn’t even start to assume that we are shaping a country’s future or in fact achieving any other such goals of similar magnitudes. What we are, are nothing but the outcome of a marriage of mediocrity of both worlds.

Now there are some people who are the best of both worlds. And there is a title given to such people. They are called polymaths. They are the likes of Benjamin Franklin, Michelangelo and maybe Steve Jobs, in his own way, was one too. But history suggests that polymaths are not ‘made’, they just ‘are’. And quite clearly, Chetan Bhagat isn't.

Well, maybe that is what Chetan Bhagat meant afterall. Yet again, it takes lengthy rant to fathom that his lenghty rant about how he is a nerd and other blahs, was actually a one liner. India needs some polymaths.

p.s. A word on TOI. The newspaper has well and truly sold its soul now. The sunday editorials page was the only space that still maintained the class and stature of the old days. But now Chetan Bhagat frequently features on it.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

What I learnt from manchester united

I never really understood entirely why I follow Manchester United FC like a fanatic. The club website is always open in one of the tabs on my browser. I have set google news alerts that sends me abridged digests of news about Man Utd everyday. I currently own or have owned a plethora of their merchandise and in the last ten or so years, every other thing in my life has changed apart from this devotion to Man Utd. To cut it short, as a fan once put it, "Cut me and I'll bleed red". Which makes it surprising that I haven't written a single article on my blog about manchester united. I probably was trying to write stuff that would appeal to a wider range of readers. Well, I guess thats another thing I don't care anymore for. So, let me write about what i've learnt from manchester united and those not interested can maybe like just not read on. And any scouser can maybe instead watch some reruns of when liverpool won their last league title (did they have video back then though?).

Foremost, I've learnt that there is no better mantra for success than being yourself and being true to you character. Over the years, manchester united has earned as many fans as there have been man utd haters. I think that is the truest test of character. Any pure, honest entitiy will always have lovers and haters in equal measure. The impurities arise when one tries to please-all. You may succeed for a while but it is difficult to carry on, because the lack of integrity will always surface in times of strife and make you realise how hollow you are in truth. (Arsenal fans please note). At manchester united, many times you get the feeling that it is Manchester United vs Rest of the World. Some may look at it as a narcissistic state of existence, and those are the haters, while others feel that there is nothing more glorious and heroic than standing up to the world and saying, "Here I am, you can all try to beat me down, but I will keep coming back, and I will eventually prevail over all of you. Not by winning over your hearts, not by any other sly vendetta. I will do it by brute force and my will to survive against all odds and against all of you put together".

There can be no sentiment in the pursuit of a goal. Decades ago, Manchester United embarked on a quest to be the most successful club in England and then Europe. Along the way there have been many people who were instrumental in shaping the club and there were times when these people had to be let go. Simply because they were no longer going to be helpful in the club's quest for glory. It is truly a masterclass to watch when things like these happen. It is does with the least amount of emotion and almost always the person leaving is looking for any other way that he can contribute. This year's farewells to Neville and Scholes are the cases-in-point here. There is a lesson in managing human resources here. I have rarely seen such loyalty elsewhere.

Lastly, what many perceive as luck, is actually what winners call seizing the opportunity. Luck is never a factor in the long term as it evens out in the end. Manchester United are famous as well as infamous for snatching last-gasp victories, many-a-times through seemingly scratchy and lucky efforts. It is not significant that it manages to happen time and again, what is to be noted is that manchester united repeatedly put themselves in a position where a little bit of luck will turn things their way. They keep chipping away and never give up. A cliched but unpractised life lesson.

EndNote: I hope non-believers took the effort to read the above stuff. I do not intend this to be a eulogy to manchester united. My purpose is to point out that something as everyday as a favourite football club can be a source of inspiration and a pool of life lessons that may have been repeated often but rarely acknowledged and utilised. Look for such sources in your life, you will be surprised by how many there are.


Sunday, May 29, 2011

Chennai...

Its been a 2 week association with the place so far. Heat, humidity, language, auto-wallahs, dusty and dirty roads, have all conspired to my stay being a two week long splitting headache. In that order. The moment I stepped out of the flight, I realised what a cauldron I had stepped into. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I am not used to temperatures hovering around the 40's. I've been to rajasthan where the temperatures were similar. But guess what!? Those people know it is hot out there and they take appropriate measures! Not in Chennai though. The tams (yeah, yeah, racist pig!...whatever) seem to be in a constant denial about how insufferably hot it is! Majority of the cabs are still non-ac. We went house searching and it was a sight! The landlords would be fanning themselves or wiping streams and streams of sweat dripping (in chennai, if you don't sweat...you need to check again, you're not in chennai) down their faces while saying, "Saaar, nyo nyeed faar yaa-see saar, twanty four hawars fulla breeze saar". And then follow it up with the killer line, "Geyser present in bathroom saar, haat waater twanty four hawars saar!". I mean, are you freaking out of your mind!? They don't have ac's but they have geysers man! Drop-down-dead stuff that.
 I know, I know...the language problem is hyped enough, everyone knows its a problem here. But, you've gotta be here to believe it! Forget conversation! its impossible to get in a word edgeways, once a Tam realizes you don't speak THE language. I think its a denial thing again. They just can't accept that there is a world out there where people don't speak Tamil. I bet they are like...wow! this guy is just making some random noises, doesn't know how to speak at all I guess, let me hit him with a barrage of words, and hope he latches on to a few. He will just go on and on in a cascade of what almost always seem like expletives. But they're not mind you. They might be the sweetest words in the Tam dictionary, but the way they are spoken, would make Gordon Ramsay's rants seem like a teletubby going "Eh-oh!". Ever heard a Tam speaking on the phone? He will speak so loudly that the phone itself is deemed moot. I bet they would hear each other even without the phone. For example, the guy will be probably talking to his girlfriend right, and after he hangs up, you think, hmm...poor guys seems to have had a fight, all that shouting, girlfriend must've really broken his heart or something. Just then, the guy will turn around, bare super-white teeth and say "hehe...my loower ( yeah! in Tam country its never girlfriend/boyfriend its always 'lover' :-s) and aye are wheespering sweet nothhingsaa".
Cut to the auto-wallahs. Worst I have ever encountered. I was recently bored enough to count the number of cities n towns in India i've had the auto experience. Well over 30 it is. So thats a decently experienced dude saying...the worst auto-wallahs in the country are to be all found in Chennai. It is an economic-logic defying feat out here. The bus transport is probably the best i've seen. That would mean that auto's face lesser demand, so prices should be low. Nope. Economics 101 can go into the dustpan (or one of the open drains that abound chennai). These guys are smarter than your average Keynes and Krugman's. They know, if the bus transport is so awesome, and this dude is coming to me looking for an auto-ride, he must be either desperate to get going or from out-of-town. And take you for a ride he does. As a test, I asked an auto-wallah to take me to a place I knew was walking distance...he asked for 50 bucks. Funny thing is, all auto's have a meter, wonder what it is there for. I guess things will be better once the metro rail projects completes. But  that's like in 2015...and that was before amma came to power.
Well though, before all my tam friends make a lunge for my throat would like to say a few good things about chennai. The people are nice, and genuinely helpful. If you get past the language barrier they can go out of their way to help you, except if you are asking for directions that is. It's not their fault really. In chennai, every place is known by ten different names. And ten people will know one each...none of them know the other nine. So, GPS, lifesaver out here. Food is good and cheap. Honestly, I came with the notion of idlis and sambhars and rasams, but its pretty easy to find chinese (indianised), mughlai (albeit from some southern faction of the mughal family), arabic (shawarma mainly, but decent) and north indian too. You can have your pick in terms of cheap and good accommodation too. In that recent (and that only), chennai kicks some mumbai butt. There is one mall worth going to for a hang-out, but other-wise stay home is what i'd advise. All in all, chennai takes time to grow on you. I haven't got there yet myself.

EndNote: To my tamil friends. Thank you for learning english and hindi, I now know what an effort it might have been, appreciate it.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

When nothing is going your way...

Fate plays funny games. I am in chennai for the fourth time in under 2 months, and i never really liked the place. This time i am here for a good 6 months....at least. The last two weeks have been a blur, in fact, all i remember is sitting in cabs rushing to the airport. Spent a lot of time in cabs, rushing from one place to another. All the while wondering, is this what life is gonna be like? A blur of country sides zipping by as i sit in the back seat of a cab, trying to grapple with the weather changes, the headaches, aspirins and working lunches. Heck! this is the sort of lifestyle i craved when i once spend my days hunched up in front of a screen. I was foolish to think i could ignore the Taurus trait in me. The feeling of being grounded and settled is something that I like all taureans will eventually seek and crave. Its not strong enough yet, though the last two weeks have strengthened that craving to some extent. Sometimes the human mind, no matter how independent, seeks and snatches at some sort of anchor. And sometimes, there isn't one available. It is at times like these when you know, nothing is going your way. Your life just zips by like those endless country sides, and you take a back seat, staring blankly at the blur. You just hope that those times don't last too long.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

CAUTION: Sharp turns ahead....crazy rant of a cynical MBA

Life rambles on. No, rambles is the wrong word...more like life avalanches on. The last two years were superfast compared to the rest of it. But now, i wonder if it is time to slow down and prepare for the sharp turns ahead. If my performance in the placements out here are anything to go by, it is certainly time to take note of the huge, yellow, "CAUTION: SHARP TURN AHEAD" sign that's been flashing in my head for a while now. In a weird sense, maybe instinctively, i have been preparing for what's to come. Apart from slowing down and taking stock of what things are really important to me, I also reduced some of the baggage I had been lugging around. I certainly feel lighter now. This might seem like gibberish, but heck, I no longer have the patience to explain everything.

It is natural to compare this phase to a similar one previously in my life. It was the time when I had to say goodbye to BIT Mesra, my engineering grad school. The memories of 4 years, the friends, the bakar sessions, the night-outs, the intellectual diarrhea, all flashed before me when I had made the 2 day train journey back home. At that time, I certainly wasn't thinking about the future and what was in store for me. I was just too gutted to be leaving the place that had become home to me, the friends who had become family and the life that had become comfort itself. This time, it is all the other way around. More than thinking about what transpired in the last two years out here, I am just looking forward to making a fresh start to life once this is over. Every new beginning marks the end of a previous new beginning. To think that for the last two years I have been living my dream. Believe me kids, its not necessarily a good thing to have dreams come true. I wonder if other's out here feel the same...or is it just me? But still, I don't want to be a bitter cynic. I guess, ten-fifteen years down the line I will come back to stare emptily at these 'hallowed' corridors and reminisce about the times I spent there. The midnight frisbee, the WAC runs, the ppt runs, the interview runs, life out here did involve a lot of running. And maybe after all it is unfair to compare the two. One gets institutionalized after a period of 4 years. What if I had spent 4 years here...damn, lets not go there! Scary!

At the end of it all, I guess what I am trying to say is that, this is just not the kind of place one misses. I don't think I will look back at this place anytime soon. Some of the people, yes, I will miss them, but there too I look forward to knowing them outside this place...in the real world. It has been called many things, a concentration camp, a cauldron, and what not. I would call it a prep camp. To borrow words from a dear friend, a prep-for-life camp. Because after going through here, nothing in life can ever surprise you. If you can get out of here unharmed, you will face all that life has to offer and conquer it. So yeah, even though I won't miss this place, and I only look forward to the sharp turns ahead; the confidence with which I look forward to negotiate those turns, stems from the bumpy ride this place has afforded me. For that I am thankful. I thank this place for showing me what life is like.

p.s. Planning a fortnight of negotiating 'sharp turns' in a road trip across the western ghats. Really, really looking forward to that. Maybe I should do a travelog...watch this space.