Thursday, 24 February 2011

Calm at the Centre of the Storm


It’s calm at the centre of the storm.

Some say so. I don’t know, but I can apply it to daily life.

I believe that a majority of the readers of my blog and a majority of the people I know live relatively peaceful lives. The wake up and sleep normally, go to office, enjoy their weekends, or maybe work excessively through the weekends, put in extra work at the office and generally either live peacefully or stress themselves to eventual death. I am not discussing this. It’s the calm, irrespective of its cyclical disruptions. And in my opinion, it’s the centre of the storm.

What storm? Well, my imagination flows. And I believe that very few of us even know the people who are a part of this storm around us. I know a few of them. At least most of the policemen and almost all the politicians.

They are pretty well organized – all of them.

Let’s start with the local goons on every street corner. They may eve-tease and indulge in fist fights between colonies. Almost every teenager in every colony has been a part of this some time or the other – except the geeks.

Then those stealing on day-to-day objects. Music and video piracy – yes, thieves according to me. And yes, I rate them after the “galli ka goonda”.

And a little further on, those who bribe in normal and abnormal situations day in and day out. Include the cheaters of tax. Then the millions of stall owners who sell stuff without paying tax – and their local policeman, shop act officer, sales tax officer, excise officer and almost the entire government machinery that is tied to a “hafta” system where no one is ever apprehended or tried. The great Indian parallel economy. Not just one type of tax, but every kind of tax. Since the list will run into many pages, I’ll leave the infringements (meaning violations here) alone.

So far, I believe, we are all a part of the wind – maybe it doesn’t even seem like there’s a storm out there. I go further on, in the storm.

There’s the land mafia, those who collect debts from lenders and the likes. Maybe they are lurking somewhere else in between, but their mention is necessary, even if the list in this blog is merely indicative and not exhaustive.

In the immediate periphery, I see the petty thieves, pickpockets and the likes. A little further on there are the robbers and beggars. Then the guys who steal cars and sell remodeled versions, their friends who do the same to other household stuff.

Then (or maybe before them) the brewers of fake alcohol. Then the smugglers. Well, include the petty ones bringing non-duty paid stuff and delve deeper into explosives, drugs, arms, wildlife and the like. Need it be mentioned that wildlife is the easiest means to fund terror networks? Drugs and prostitution being the next? My police and politician friends, with their inherent greater knowledge of the system, would like to correct me on this, but let my imagination flow, even if it errs.

Now, it gets murkier. I take just one example. Human trafficking. Children are lost or kidnapped every year. Some are transferred to childless couples – the lucky ones. Those that can be maimed are pushed off into begging. Some reach terror camps. And some reach prostitution rings. I saw a movie, “taken” where an ex-serviceman father saves his daughter, who goes missing in Paris, from a prostitution ring run by illegal immigrants who carry out their business by bribing immigration officials and the police and who sell “special” children to “special” clients. In life, few are able to reach their lost children. See (for example) www.missingindiankids.com to see the tip of the iceberg.

There are endless possibilities of what goes on in the storm around you. Thank your local politician. I believe he is very much a part of the storm. You are lucky that he insulates you from it. And you keep complaining that he is corrupt. Corruption is his one tool to absorb the guilt and keep the storm at bay. You sleep peacefully because of the politicians and the policemen who shield you from the storm.

But beware; you are at the CENTRE of the storm. It won’t be too difficult to become a part of it.

Friday, 26 November 2010

Why I am not like Warren Buffet.

I have come across this interesting email about Mr Warren Buffet many times now. About his philosophy of simple living and high thinking.

But, the skeptic that I am, I always look at the other side. So for years, I thought that the old Chinese proverb “if you’re a millionaire, you have cheated your society; if you’re a billionaire, you have cheated your country” was supposed to mean that you despise the rich. Only after more than 3 decades on this planet did it dawn upon me that it meant that if you want to be a millionaire, you need to reach your society in the first place and if you want to be a billionaire, you need to reach your country in the first place. Cheating / serving, comes later on. So clearly, auditing is not taking me there. What do the richest people do? Software, media, sports, mining, metals, automobiles, diamonds, steel, cement, religion, politics, electricity, oil, coal – well, obviously, all of them touch many multitudes of lives simultaneously.

And so I thought I should read about Mr Warren Buffet one more time and read between the lines. Just for myself, though. If he starts thinking like me, he’ll probably be where I am! And I am entitled to think that it is not genuine / a hoax like many others and I have not verified if it’s true too, so I can react to it without the intention of hurting Mr Warren Buffet. So, if in the remote event it is true, I hope he or his publicity advisors do not sue me.

So, he always knew he was going to be rich. He doesn’t think he ever doubted it for a minute. Wow. I always thought I am rich and that I only needed a “little” more money and that’s that. If I remain content, as I always am, I’ll remain where I am, right? I mean, if I only feel the need to reach a little higher, I’ll still be standing where I am – where’s the motivation to jump?

He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late. Now let me remember. When I was 11, I was learning to play the harmonium. And I was struggling to remember 17 x 6 = 102 and 17 x 7 = 119 – I still can’t remember it. I was also being introduced to the colour television for the first time! And I used to run away from the newspaper. Hey, I wasn’t thinking about investing at all. I had no clue about it. I think I’ll teach my children to play the piano when they are 11. And invert the relationship between the television and the newspaper, if I can, though I still have the same disdain for the newspaper even today – but they change the numbers, locations and cartoons every day.

He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers. I haven’t known of a single person buying farmlands with income from delivering newspapers. Ah, you say, deliver newspapers in Hollywood and buy farmlands in rural Manipur? That too, from tips and other gains incidental and complementary to delivering newspapers? Ah well, that might work. When I was 14, I was struggling with Chemistry and History.

He still lives in the same small 3-bedroom house in mid-town Omaha that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence. Three points here.

Well, firstly, for someone who would rather have shares instead of candy at 11, I doubt there is any beauty beyond the walls of his house. The point that he bought a house after he married and that he stayed married for 50 years would not help the typical Indian, so I’ll drop it. I still haven’t had a house and I don’t intend to stay married for 50 years – I assume I’ll be dead by the time I’m 65. And, secondly, everything he needs is in that house. Same goes with most men. A good TV, a refrigerator and the occasional convenient presence of the wife is all many men ever need anyway! No offence to anyone (even the wives) but that’s a fact of life. Some men have evolved to need a computing device and an internet connection, but I believe the total development stops at the pub. And, thirdly, we all know, by now, that all shares are in demat accounts. Now, who will need to have a wall or a fence around a house that hasn’t changed for the last 50 years? I mean, do you really think thieves are that stupid?

He says we shouldn’t buy more than what we need! Oh-me-gosh! Sorry, I swore. But then that’s what’s America has been doing so long!

He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him. I agree. There’s no sense in having bad drivers spoil your car and you end up spending more on the maintenance. And carrying a security man around means more wear and tear of the tyres. Plus the occasional cup of tea that needs to be offered to the fellow. I mean, if I intend to save every penny, I might as well save each and every dime. You really think it’s easy to buy farmlands by selling newspapers and have chauffeur-driven go-carts? I’m pretty sure he even cooks his own meals, washes the laundry and mows his own lawn. And answers his own phone. I mean the chorded black one with the round dial that goes crrrk-whrrrrrrrrrrrr when you dial 8 clockwise. Well, yes, the AT&T people replaced the one that Alex threw out with a sleek black one many years ago. Alex who? Son of Graham. Yes, Yes. The Bell Boy. Why did he throw it out? Well, someone gifted him a swanking new sleek black one!

He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world’s largest private jet company. I’d do the same. My company will have a strict policy of no complementary rides / passes. Plus, even if I own the airplane, I’ll still have to pay airport taxes. I’ve heard that they do not allow you to park your own car in the (your own) hangar in place of your own aircraft for free – you still have to pay the “long term parking charges”. Hey, be practical here. How many of you really drive yourself to the airport?

His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis. Like before, three points here too!

If I write an 80 page letter, it’s obvious I can’t write more than 50 in one year. The fellow is amazing. He can manage 63 – 26% more than me. Oh, sorry, I did not know that they are small letters. So if I were to write a small letter of appreciation with a goal and an option, I’ll go like this: Dear CEO, I am very happy and proud of you to note that you have doubled the profits since last year and am really honoured to have you in charge of my company. I have complete confidence that you will repeat the performance and double the profits of the current year during the next year (that, for you who cannot take a subtle hint or a direct message, is the goal). You also have the option that we discussed when I appointed you. Have a great year ahead. Thanking you with best regards, DGN. Friends, give me a break, please. Do you really expect me to tell you how I threatened him / his family / every freaking bone in his body / and the details of the dire consequences that were to follow if he did not follow my letters to the word? What were you thinking about – stock options? Of course, there are better options. Yes. I’d give him those.

He has given his CEO’s only two rules. Rule No 1: do not lose any of your shareholders’ money. Rule No 2: Do not forget rule number 1. Well, I’ll give something similar. Preferably served at the other end of a loaded double barrel. Not a barrel of beer, you dimwits.

He does not socialise with the high society crowd. His pass time after he gets home is to make himself some popcorn and watch television. Well, pretty obvious. If I had 63 companies, I’d be flooded with job requests wherever I went. And I’d be paying my CEOs to socialise, so why would I. And if I only went to parties and did not give any parties myself (except those that I did during some time in between when I had free milk from the farmlands and offered the guests the biscuits I got at the clearance sale and tea) it is pretty obvious that I will stop being invited in the first place, right? It’s hard to imagine what you have to do at these high society get-togethers. Without a Prada or Gucci, I’ll be an outcaste. Nobody will see the virtue in me using my grandfather’s prized leather wallet. And I won’t like the looks of the valet when I hand them over the keys to my Toyota Corolla 1986 model to park at the swanky hotel. Look, there are complications that are tedious to explain in a tiny blog, but let’s leave it at that. I was never known as a party guy, OK? So leave me alone.

And I already told you that I have a television in my 3 bedroom house, right? OK. So I did not mention the DVD player. And, can anyone out there tell me a more economical and healthy snack than home-made popcorn?

You people out there are entirely biased. I’ve heard that if you hate someone, even the way he holds his spoon is enough to irritate you, but if you love someone, even if he spills the whole bowl on you, you don’t mind. It’s just that you feel that everything that I do is wrong. You simply don’t adore me enough. But enough about you – back to me.

He does not carry a cell phone. Nor has a computer on his desk. 50:50 here. I was right about the chorded black phone. I was wrong about the internet connection and computer. But, I forgot to tell you that I write my letters by hand. So I did not need the computer in the first place. Just ignore that small remark where I said that some men need more than a television, fridge and wife. If I unintentionally hinted that I was among those who needed the bytes, then my hint was purely unintentional.

Bill Gates, the world’s richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half an hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet. Well, Bill Gates still hasn’t even thought of meeting me. He is right that he has nothing in common with me. And I doubt if he ever decides to meet me, if he will tolerate me beyond 10 minutes. But a thought crosses my mind. Did Gates decide to start donating after he met Buffet or before?

He has also given some good advice to young people. I agree with him. I’m not young any more. It doesn’t apply to me.

Thursday, 30 September 2010

India PIN

The Postal Index Number - a unique location indicator throughout India.
So Fort, Mumbai - 400 001 is the same as
Fort, Mumbai, Maharashtra - 400 001 is the same
Fort, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India - 400 001.

It looks better than Fort, Mumbai - 400 001, Maharashtra, India, which is the most common format I have seen.

The funny thing is that for a postal employee, India - 400 001 is sufficient. He does not need to know Fort, Mumbai or Maharashtra. Just 400 001.

The PIN unites India.

It may not seem very relevant, but may I request my learned friends to put this unifying factor in use? I am not sure if these are practical tips, but the following people can definitely try:
* Overseas Indians, while referring an address, may use City, State, India - PIN format.
* Indians, while travelling abroad, may end their addresses with the suggested City, State, India - PIN format.
* Indians mentioning anything, mainly in electronic media, that is likely to have an international audience, may mention the address that way.

More suggestions are welcome.

Saturday, 25 September 2010

Is it dirty? I don't notice.

I'm suddenly proud of my Indian brothers and sisters suddenly becoming aware of cleanliness!

More than 70% Indians throw rubbish outside their own home. Every tree in the rural countryside is adorned with plastic (polythene) adornments of myriad colours. And suddenly, they have become an eyesore at the venue of the commonwealth games?

I don't know a single person who has never bribed. But everyone that I know wants an honest politician.

Half the men in the country accept bribes (the remaining ones don't get them, not that they won't accept them). It's good that half of those don't even expect their children to be honest.

Half the earning population cheats on payment of taxes (the remaining ones crib that they can't cheat on taxes). OK, so my maths is not good. It might not be half, but 40%.

I read the recent blog of a friend who traveled abroad. He cribbed of the population and untidiness of the Mumbai airport. And he was extremely happy about the neatness and sporadic population of his tourism destination. But he does not mention that in India he gets a cup of tea for Rs 5, while abroad, he was sipping his favourite tea for USD 3. That the train ticket that he gets for Rs 35 in India costs USD 5 for half the distance - don't forget that fuel (there) costs a fourth of what it costs in India.

90% of the Indian people watching the commonwealth games garbage videos have never seen a cleaner place in the first place. For them, it looks just like any other street in India. They do not know that it should be cleaner. How do you explain the "tissue paper culture" to the average person who is keeping the venue clean?

I request the people to look around their own colony / society / neighbourhood. If the commonwealth games venue is even half as clean, rejoice. If the buildings there are leaking half of what your average roof, be happy. And if the washbasins there are working, be proud. After all, we did not import our contractors and sweepers, right?

Friday, 24 September 2010

Introduction.

Why bulls eye shot?
Imagine the closeup of the hole left by a bullet shot on the bulls eye of a target.
Then imagine a closeup of a sphincter. The external anal sphincter to be precise. I'm not saying you have seen either, but, imagine.
The resemblance is uncanny.
So, what I see as a perfect bulls eye shot, may look like a perfect asshole to you!

And then, relate it with this quote (which has appeared in a couple of movies):
Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one.

So, my opinions. I share them with you. Even if they stink.

As time passes and my understanding grows, I see myself becoming increasingly pro-incompetence, pro-mediocrity, pro-corruption, pro-governments of any sort and pro-anything that makes a mockery of us as human beings in general, because these things are the most prevalent. They might seem sarcastic or humorous and my readers may choose any angle but my intention is to reveal how these vices alone can take humans ahead.

I believe that laziness is the mother of invention and greed is the prerequisite for growth. Among many other beliefs.

While I continue to be the average spineless and gutless citizen like everyone else, choosing to live with the myth that the pen is mightier than the sword, my ideal people are out there snatching the best out of others.

Welcome to my blog.
Dhawal G Nandedkar