Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Can I have Murli Manohar Joshi back ? Please.

Analysis of any problem is good. It gives an entity, an individual or a group the data points from where a decision can be easily taken. At a simple level it is a great tool.

But in the b2b market, a simple analysis needs to be peppered with a lot of bullshit, so that the buyer believes that the product that he is buying is actually worth it, never mind the fact that they can understand the analysis or not.

A few things which have left me disappointed in the last few days.

  • The surge in suicide rates, more so amongst the kids.
  • The rising costs of management education, led by the IIMs
  • The stupid selection criterion set forth by most of the IIMs.

 It matters to them, what you did in standard ten, twelfth and then your graduation. Never mind that in India you have various state boards, central boards, CBSE, ICSE etc.  A common measurement of academic excellence across these mediums is fruitless.

Why in god's name does it not occur to them. There was a time when I took CAT and loved it madly, because it did not value knowledge, but application of skills. You did not have to set up a profile starting from your tenth standard , depending on their criterion by the time you reach their gates.

So what will IIMs do next, a la Big 4 consultancy? It matters not what have you done or can do, what I am interested is whether your father is a well heeled bureaucrat in Delhi, who can use influence to win me a government advisory contract?

Look, there is very little I can do to change what the IIMs are doing. I can merely change my outlook so that I can find my way through this system. Or, quit and move to another country.

Say, I hold on. and 10 others also. We stay put because for some crazy reason, we subscribe to the idea of a nation state, Mother India etc. We reach a stage when we have kids who are beginning to prepare for standard ten. What do I do? I pressurize them. 10 others also pressurize their kids. You know where this roads lead, right? Suicide.

Mostly I haven't expressed my displeasure with the IIMs before, thinking that they are a private entity, they have a freehand in their criterion for gd/pi calls, their fees etc. But do they understand that they are the beacon people look up to expecting answers to everything, because they are suppose to be better.

But then, one day you take notice that a kid called Sachin Tendulkar says that he has a lot of responsibilities because people look up to his. If he is not careful, and be seen with a cigarette on his lips, a thousands others will pick it up. It effects him, this responsibility and he is aware of it.

But why do the revered IIMs do not get this basic reasoning.

They have already inculcated the culture of rigour during an MBA program, possibly with an exception on Cal. Professors in other B schools tell their pupils, look the IIMs believe in rigour as a form of education, since they are IIM's they should be right. And hence, even I will introduce rigour.

Mr. Bakul Dholakia stands up in a convocation ceremony and proudly announces, If you have survived in IIM A, you can survive anywhere in this world.  Did not a single entity sitting in that ceremony have a question for him. Err...Sir....but...what if I want to live a life ...and just not survive it?

I am ok with rigour been passed down in other, mostly private , B schools.

I am not Ok, with the ever increasing rise in fees, I don't care what are their costs and the rate of inflation. A govt. institution is a govt. institution. I don't care what are the salary packages when a kid gets out of an IIM. I don't want a kid's life to be a debt trap, just like it is in US today.

Ideally I would prefer a kid to be free of any encumbrances after a formal education, so that he is not obligated to join a company which pays him disproportionately, so that he can square off an education loan, "survive" in life, and one fine day discover that , all he has done in life is survive, and forgotten, how exactly a life is lived. He should be free to choose a vocation independent of a promise of future cashflows/ career.

I am not OK with a kids life turning out to be constant struggle for grades, so that after six years he can take a  shot at a seat in IIM.

I have looked up to IIMs as temples. I still do. But for how long I will continue, I am not sure.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Well done abba

turned out to be good. very similar to welcome to sajjanpur. and very real. the hero gets every thing right, here boman irani, but the villains also get awards. And the poor police just watches it on.

A lot of people walked out from the theater very happy, satisfied that they had spent an evening entertaining themselves, and discussing benegal no end. Mr. Benegal, did you want this? 

The actors, other than the professional ones looked like the local populace. Especially the dances in the lorry. 

Hyderabadi Hindi was remembered, after a very long time. 

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Movies Update

Crazy Heart
When Jeff Bridges and his mentee have a conversation on how each one's life turned out. And his mentee says, he had to save his marriage.
Grand Torino
The constant juxtaposition of non americans in the frames along with eastwood, and his supposedly discomfort with them. His grumpy nature, as well.
Up in the Air
When clooney repeats that He is a parenthesis.
The Song of the Sparrows, Iranian
The fishes lying to the kerb and the kids crying subsequently.
A serious Man, Coen Bros
The divorce attorney's advice.
Burn After Reading
" I am a good samitan, man" by Brad Pitt. Clooney's style of saying, Hey-low with a crooked smile.
Glengary Glen Ross
well...nothing
Ishqiya
seems inspired a bit from chaos.
Precious
The girl singing and dancing freely.
The Hurt Locker
War is a drug, the final lines.
The Blind Side
nothing really
Taste of Cherry on UTV World movies
The shots of the car with dry and arid mountains around

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Gran Torino

So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
The tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
My Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song

Engine humms
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long

Realign all
The stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh,how I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds

Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
A Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song

Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long

These streets
Are old
They shine
With the things
I've known
And breaks
Through
The trees
Their sparkling

Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind

So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long

May I be
So bold and stay
I need someone
To hold
That shudders
My skin
Their sparkling

Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind

So realign
All the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh
How i've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds

Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And better dreams
Grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long

Monday, March 01, 2010

The Hurt Locker

Staff Sergeant William James: [Speaking to his son] You love playing with that. You love playing with all your stuffed animals. You love your Mommy, your Daddy. You love your pajamas. You love everything, don't ya? Yea. But you know what, buddy? As you get older... some of the things you love might not seem so special anymore. Like your Jack-in-a-Box. Maybe you'll realize it's just a piece of tin and a stuffed animal. And then you forget the few things you really love. And by the time you get to my age, maybe it's only one or two things. With me, I think it's one.

Ryan Bingham: How much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you're carrying a backpack. I want you to pack it with all the stuff that you have in your life... you start with the little things. The shelves, the drawers, the knickknacks, then you start adding larger stuff. Clothes, tabletop appliances, lamps, your TV... the backpack should be getting pretty heavy now. You go bigger. Your couch, your car, your home... I want you to stuff it all into that backpack. Now I want you to fill it with people. Start with casual acquaintances, friends of friends, folks around the office... and then you move into the people you trust with your most intimate secrets. Your brothers, your sisters, your children, your parents and finally your husband, your wife, your boyfriend, your girlfriend. You get them into that backpack, feel the weight of that bag. Make no mistake your relationships are the heaviest components in your life. All those negotiations and arguments and secrets, the compromises. The slower we move the faster we die. Make no mistake, moving is living. Some animals were meant to carry each other to live symbiotically over a lifetime. Star crossed lovers, monogamous swans. We are not swans. We are sharks.

Natalie Keener: Can you stop condescending for one second or is that one of the principles of your bullshit philosophy?

Ryan Bingham: If you think about it, your favorite memories, the most important moments in your life... were you alone? Life's better with company.

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