Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellaneous. Show all posts

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Bumptop!

I came across this link via Balaji's GTalk status message. It was a TED talk on "wearable technology". Some of the stuff is just downright cool. In one of the demos the user projects a call pad onto his palm, using something that looks like a holographic level thing and uses that to call a number. Very "Beam Me Up Scottie" only! While it is cool and all that, I am personally not one for revolutionary changes. I like my changes to occur gradually. I used to be anti-gadgets once, so admitting this is my first step :P But it is definitely something to watch out for. The video below shows the talk on Wearable Technology.



I also stumbled across this video regarding a different user interface called bumptop.



Bumptop can be downloaded here. As the speaker says in the video, the premise of bumptop is to make your computer desktop more like your real desktop, which is cluttered and clumsy. However, the cluttered and clumsy layout conveys information. For example, a bigger pile of something could mean work you are putting off to handle in one time. Or the physical location of the piles on the desk conveys information.

Overall, I really liked it. Found the user interface very intuitive as well. Basically, loved that you could stick pictures and stuff on the wall. You can make a pile of files and throw in a folder as well, just like in the real world.

Check out my "bumptop"ped desktop:


A disclaimer here: Yeah yeah, I am sure there is something in some version of Linux which is either cooler or negates the need for a desktop in the first place. For all I know, there could be some OS which is not only more efficient, it can also cook food and clean the kitchen. But as I have said earlier, one step at a time for me.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

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Inertia

Much to my own surprise I have not felt the compulsion to spew my thoughts out in the blog, given that I am lazing around at home. As the astute reader may have wagered, the reason for that is simply that I have had no "blogworthy" thoughts. I have fallen into a comfortable rut. Just like Newton is said to have got the idea of gravity by seeing an apple fall, I suspect he would have got the inspiration for the First Law looking at how slothful he became when he came home for the vacations. A body in rest, indeed continues to be in rest unless acted upon by an external agent! Three cheers to that! Will someone get the beer for me?

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A Paradigm Shift?

Of course, a large amount of my time is spent in front of the TV. And in all that time I have made some observations. One of them has to do with anchors on various news channels. Interestingly, the girls of CNBC-TV 18 - a Finance News channel - are way, way prettier than the girls on Channel V! First of all, I see only one female VJ on Channel V and even the girls on V's reality shows can't hold a candle to the CNBC TV 18 girls. There is of course, Shereen Bhan, who to put it politely, is a real looker. Mitali Mukherjee is almost perfect, except she does not have a photogenic smile. There are a couple of other cuties - more like trainees for Mitali's and Shereen's roles. I never get their name. Of course, even Mitali and Shereen come second when compared to Erin Burnett and Maria Bartiromo. A note here. All these anchors really know their stuff. Yes, there is the occasional faux pas and Erin Burnett is known for a couple of them, but they are very very good, no arguments. From a news perspective, I like the Indian team. They are balanced and do not over-reach. There are times when Erin and Maria seem to give their spin on the news, instead of giving the news first and then talking about it. But over-reaching or not, Erin and Maria are clearly the top guns.

So, here are the issues. Has the designer label wearing, fin. sophisticate babe become the flavor of the season? Will they stay? Has the punk'd out rebellious rocker chick gone out of fashion?

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And Then On the Other Hand We Have...

Sun Music. Seriously, where do they get these anchors? There used to be talk that one of the reasons for Actor Dhanush's popularity was that he looked like the Average Arumugham on the road. His was not the perfect-jaw-boned, chiseled-body image that Bollywood actors projected, hence he connected with the masses, film reviewers argued. Well... the producers of Sun Music seem to have taken that to heart and appear to have a policy of picking people who do not look smart at all. One moment. When I say smart, I do not refer to physical looks. I mean, smart - well groomed, well turned out, people who wear dresses that suit them. Add to that, all the male anchors want to do the "Boy Next Door/kalaichifying" image played by Vijay in Ghilli.

But what really irritates me is the tremendously unrefined manner in which all of them speak. This is supposed to be cool. Please! Of course, if you ask the studio executives they would say, this is what the masses want. Probably, if you go and ask the "masses" they would express a yearning to listen to good Tamil!

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Facebook Killed the Orkut Star

With due apologies to The Buggles




Facebook Killed the Orkut Star

I signed up with you back in two o six
Lying awake intent on scrappin’ in on you
If I was shy it didn’t stop you coming through

Oh-a oh

They took the world and put it in my hands
Anyone could scrap anyone anywhere
and now I understand the problems you can see.

Oh-a oh

Can v be frands plzz?

Oh-a oh

Where are those hot Brazilians?

Facebook killed the orkut star.
Facebook killed the orkut star.

Locked albums came and broke your heart.

Oh-a-a-a oh

And now LinkedIn, WAYN are just a few like you,
We see the scrap chats and it seems so long ago.
And you don’t remember who is where anymore

Oh-a oh

You were the first one

Oh-a oh

You shoulda been the only one

Facebook killed the orkut star
Facebook killed the orkut star

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far

Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Facebook killed the orkut star
Facebook killed the orkut star

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Apps came and broke your heart, put the blame on the way we are

You were an orkut star
You were an orkut star

Facebook killed the orkut star
(5X)

(Original Lyrics can be found here)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

A Matter of Perspective



I came across the following video from a friend's GTalk status message. You would have most probably watched this video, either on someone's status message or in a forward. It would have definitely provoked some emotion simply because every viewer identifies himself or herself with one of the respondents on the video. In that way, it is a pretty nice video. 

But it was interesting to see the comments. Some people got moved and agreed wholeheartedly. Whereas some others took the "heretical" stand and said, "Spend. That is the way to boost the economy". However, I was interested in some other things about the video.

a) Let us take the methodology. It is a survey and the question is fairly straight forward. "What would you do if you got Rs. 500?" Usually respondents are anonymous in a survey. It makes sense because that way people are likely to be more forthright with their opinions. On the other hand, this "survey" seems to reinforce the stereotypes. All the young people seem to have "frivolous" wants i.e piercings, booze (oh no!) and smokes (oh no no!), eating joints etc. And clearly, the sponsors of the video had a motive, there was a message they wanted to convey. So you can expect the responses to have been chosen with a bias. 

The reason this point occurred to me was I would have never said some of these things if I knew I was being filmed. My actual response would have been (if the survey were anonymous) "500... I will spend it on food." What would have happened is that it would have got spent on food, alcohol or a bus trip to Chennai. If I knew it were on TV, I would have said,"Buy a ticket to go home by Volvo bus" (Awww... :P) I think there is a term in Kotler for this, but I will call it "Posing effects". How you pose the question i.e wording as well as environment affects response in a very strong manner. (Is it called Framing Effects?)

Therefore, I am pleasantly surprised that some people were frank enough to admit what they really wanted. In Indian society, I believe there is a lot of false humility and false virtuousity that goes around (yours truly included) and if people are coming on TV and saying what they would really think, 3 cheers for that. 

Another feature of presenting such a survey is that the viewer cannot help forming a moral judgement on the respondent, because the viewer now has well... additional data - body language, face, clothes etc. Imagine an older person seeing the guy who said he would get a piercing or the girl who said she would get a haircut, the temptation to form a judgement is inevitable. Again, the question is just "What would you do if got Rs. 500?" The respondents may not have known the context their responses were going to be presented in. It may appear that some people are staggeringly selfish. But how do you know the respondent does not do some sort of charity already. If I gave Rs. 1000 from my income as a habit to charity and spent this Rs. 500 on alcohol would that make me good or bad? Also I don't mean to trivialize but if you asked a kid how he/she would spend money, the response can never be booze or smoke or even piercings.

Again I think I am overthinking this. The video is pretty nice at the end of the day and very very thought provoking. I only wished they had shown the responses and left the ending as a question and let the viewer take away his/her own message. This led me to a different string of thought that I have published here.

Monday, September 08, 2008

The Diary of a Traveling Salesman

(I came across this competition from Sidin's website for flash fiction two hours before the deadline. I have not been too excited by the prospect of writing very short short stories as my belief is that often the descriptions are as important as the plot. But anyway thought of giving it a shot and cooked up something real quick. Have posted my entry here. Hope it is fun)

Jun 26th


I cannot believe it! She agreed to my proposal! I cannot believe that I am going to marry the one whom I have been wooing so ardently for the last year. I am besotted by this woman and so intoxicated by her that I have not touched a drop of alcohol since I met her.

I must be the luckiest man on earth!

Jun 27th

When I looked at myself this morning, a troubling thought struck me. While my lady-love looks like a Nordic Goddess, I look like her pall bearer! I am short and of a dusky complexion. While I was earlier proud of my perfect teeth, I just realized that in the night they are like the headlights of a vehicle.

The complexion cream Handsome&Handsome(TM) that I sell so well, does not work on me! I am overwhelmed by these thoughts. This has led to poor performance at work. I failed to sell a comb to a balding man! Will this union last? How do I make it work?

Jul 2nd

My friends think I am the luckiest man on earth. Little do they know the turmoil inside me. I have been thinking and I guess I am a victim of my own success! My job as a salesman requires me to understand my consumer’s psyche and exploit that. At the risk of sounding immodest, I must admit that I am one of the best. Did I just sell myself to her as if I were an insurance policy? Is this relationship based on love or does she think I am a "great deal"?


I have also been plagues by doubts on my performance. I feel inadequate and repulsive. Oh Gawd Help me!

December 2nd

It has been three months since our marriage and just as I had feared my performance has not been up to the mark. I can feel her losing interest in me. I do not like the way she talks to my friends, she speaks too much to them. Does she tell them of my shortcomings? Recently, I have been noticing that she has been extra attentive of the gardener boy. Must fire him soon. I am a traveling salesman and I am out most of the time. I get nightmares of being father to a b***tard son. Should I end this marriage?

January 1st

Dear Dear Diary,

I had the loveliest new year’s day I have ever had. My resourceful and intelligent wife figured out the solution to my problem. Just as we were lying on our backs after another frustrating attempt the other day, she spotted the picture of my parents in my bedroom which funnily lies in my direct line of vision. She removed it and seduced me yesterday and I must say I roared like a lion. Funny how small things can affect life so much. Anyway, must run, and guess I won’t be talking to you for a while. (giant smiley)


Friday, June 27, 2008

As the thoughts flow...

Oops... again missed on following up a story. Mea Culpa! My hard disk crashed last week and the half written file bit the dust, much like the other files I had. I long for my old hard disk. But as the service center guy asked me if I wanted any data recovered, I realized that I really did not need any! I have always had bad luck with computers... okay okay, I just don't know why my computers get screwed so easily. The obvious answer would be that I mistreat my gadgets, but I really don't!

Maybe I got to do better research when I buy them, but that still does not explain the extent of the cups my gadgets fall into. sigh...

Anyway, as a result of years of bad luck with computers, I just backup my stuff on mail as an instinct. So I had the really really important stuff on gmail and did not need to spend money on recovering data. But even without that, got taken to the cleaners money wise. sigh again...

It is curious really... when I was interning I missed campus life with its supposed abandon and now that I am back at campus, I am actually missing work life. As the Tamil saying goes, Desire comes in waves and at a fundamental level I am just feeling so restless and have no idea as to why that is.

I really want to get obsessed with something to the exclusion of everything else. I am kind of bored of doing this middle class act where you are supposed to balance everything - do your duty to everybody - keep your mind under control and all that.

Someone once mentioned this tidbit which has always fascinated me. I don't even know how true it is or even if I remember it the right way, but this is what I carried out. I was told that the temple architects were required to undergo a fast certain number of days before they started working on their projects. This was so that they could condition their minds. The main sculptors who sculpted the magnificent garbagrihas were specially required to undergo rigorous fasts and during the period of the sculpting they were isolated from family to concentrate on their work.
And this discipline produced the great sculptures that have stood the test of time.

I really want to bury myself in an obsession like that, becoming oblivious to everything else. Of course, there is no point in waiting for things to happen and it is better to seize the day and all that I suppose.

But there are times when I do get doubts. All this obsession after money or achievement or fame is fine, but I have always believed complete obsession in an enchanting woman is the best form of obsession. Of course, it is certain to lead to ruin, but isn't such ruin worth attaining?

Actually, hitting the bottom may not be such a bad thing after all. I have always believed in the phrase Aham Brahmasmi and this life force resides in all of us. I interpret this statement to mean that there is a certain life force that keeps this cosmos running. Also, to experience this inner divinity, one must reach utter ruin. Why? Only when do you reach pit bottom, does your ego get completely shattered. When this ego is shattered there are two ways to respond to it. One way is to commit suicide and the other way is to search for the force which keeps us... human, the life force. This is a curious thing actually. All those people who go from temple to temple do it because their ego makes them feel superior, but this strengthening of ego actually pushes them away from experience the divinity in themselves.

Therefore, if you see there is no such thing as a bad thing in life!

Peace.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Summer Wine

LocalRowdy passed me this link yesterday. Do watch the video (WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR WORK) from Youtube when you get the time.

The song was originally sung by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood. The Youtube video has been sung by Artists Ville Valo and Natalie Avalon, superimposed over images from a German film, "Das Wilde Liben". (If you know the meaning of that phrase, tell me.)

The richness of the lady singer's voice, the "something" in the male singer's voice. Awesome! I don't know how to put it. As soon as I heard it, a "lump" formed... somewhere! I have given the parts of the song I liked best in this blog. The full lyrics can be obtained here.

(Lady's voice)
Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine

(Man's Voice)
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine

(Man's Voice)
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin' for more summer wine


I love these lyrics.

There is a warning... a feeling of what it means to let pure emotions control you despite the prospect of failure... Yet you want it because attaining that will make you feel alive! Ah... that feeling... to be alive!

When I ran the song again and again, this is the impression that was formed in my mind.

The hero is sitting in an expensive pub, smoke everywhere. The modern day pub is itself situated in the dining room of what was once the most beautiful castle in the world. Rare pieces of art adorn the wall. The bartender places the drink of absinthe in a glass that in itself could qualify as a work of art. The hero savours the absinthe while blowing rings of smoke from his cigar. As he surveys the room, his eyes falls upon a woman whose beauty is captivating, rare and... unattainable. Their eyes meet. The passion is so instantaneous and pure that without any words the lady walks to him. She walks with an arrogance and assurance that only her beauty can justify. The hero feels a hammering in his head. He does not know what he is more intoxicated by: the beauty or the absinthe. Then memory fades...

The hero finds himself in a hotel, his mind completely blank. He looks around, could it be a dream? No, there is a rose, a rose so exquisite that only she could have picked. Then he realizes he has been robbed. Yet he does not care, for to let emotion and pure emotion take enrapture him the way that it did, no price is too much to pay! A feeling of peace pervades the hero, for he has attained the unattainable. The conquest is enough!

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Confessions

For ahem... health reasons, I had a very dry New Year this year. Just as well, given the risks associated with celebrating. While listening to my booze collection (which I will come to shortly), I was thinking why I like to worship Lord Bacchus so much? (Yes...I am a sissy and that final shred of muddled middle class morality prevents me from referring directly and instead I resort to the use of "clever" literary allusions. Peace.)

It was one of those thoughts that just tend to visit you, a passing thought that intrudes and finally takes up all your thought process. You see the fact is, I enjoy the "boozing up" process tremendously. For me it goes in three stages:

Stage 1: The happy feeling where you are not actually drunk, but the inhibition is lowered. Quite interesting when you think that inhibition is such an abstract quality. How does a physical stimulus like alcohol affect this abstract quality? I know I know, you are going to give the drivel on everything being a nerve impulse but seriously... doesn't it seem awesome and cool beyond logic?

Stage 2: Then you get to the stage where you can see consciousness slipping away from you. You feel light in the head. Then comes an almost bird-like feeling. Wish I could fly!

Stage 3: The third and final stage, the holy stage, the pinnacle is my quest. At this stage, the enjoyment is definitely psychological. You see I have a confession to make. I have a love-hate relationship with Mr. Rationality. You see, I don't particularly like Mr. Rationality. I don't like him, what with his orders, his insistence on method, system and protocol. I don't like being self conscious and following rules set by someone else, but I do it because Mr. Rationality tells me to. Frankly, Mr.Rationality is a prick I would love to live without. But the other undeniable truth is that I am afraid, nay mortally, morbidly scared of living without Mr.Rationality. For all my bluster, I wouldn't know what to do without his tyranny. Therefore, every time I go to stage 3, (which is just before Stage 4 aka vomitting), I get this fleeting momentary victory over Mr. Rationality. It is like, "I have dodged you, ya prick. I am at the very Cliff of Logic. Now I shall peer into the depths of the Sea of Irrationality. I have the Anchor of Alcohol to save me, so what's the worst that can happen..."

What I have laid out in the previous paragraph is another of life's dualities that irritates me to no end. Often the most enjoyable thought processes are those that are unstructured and uncontrolled. Yet, these very same are often the most unproductive.

Unfortunately. getting to Stage 3 is not easy for me. Some thing about capacity. Blah! It is commonly and quite mistakenly believed that having a high alcohol threshold is good or its manly or something. Blah again! As it is rightly said in some Holy Book, "Blesseth is he who hath to just drink one or two beers to getteth high. The rest useth their MasterCard".

Anyway, here is a list of my favourite booze songs, in no particular order. I love 'em all equally. :P You can see these songs on YouTube. (Was this information helpful? - MSOffice style)

Doors

1. Whiskey Song
This one song does stuff to my head always. The way it has been sung gives the impression that Jim Morrison was singing it while he was at the Cliff of Logic. With him you can never say actually. Just show me the way...

2. Roadhouse Blues
3. Riders on the Storm
4. Break On Through
5. Light My Fire

Eagles

1. Hotel California
Need I say anything?

2. Witchy Woman
3. Bitter Creek
4. Doolin' Dalton
5. Take the Devil

RHCP

1. Californication
Has to be in there somewhere I guess.

2. Can't Stop
3. Dani California
4. The Otherside

Other bands

1. Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions

2. Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd
(I actually know nothing about this band. Just googled this song after hearing it at some place. But strongly recommended.)

3. Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple

4. Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf

5. Chopsuey by System of a Down

6. In the End by Linkin Park

7. This is How You Remind Me by NickelBack

8. Lemon Tree by Fool's Garden

9. We Will Rock You by Queens
Hmm... that is two "rock you" songs. Not good.

10. Du Hast by Rammstein

11. Engel by Rammstein
Engel is way higher than Du Hast for me.

12. Sex Bomb by Tom Jones
Tom Jones has a very different voice. Worth a dekko, if you haven't seen it before.

Disclaimers are long due I guess. This is just my list. As you would have figured out by now, I don't have a great knowledge of music. Just a collection of stuff I have heard from many places that seemed to strike a chord. I am sure Pink Floyd is conspicuous with its absence. I really like the videos but don't know, I have never required Pink Floyd in my playlist. Though there was this one time when I heard "Live at Pompeii" at a bar and it was totally mind blowing, what with the high wattage stereo and stuff.

Also have not talked about my tam booze songs. When I thought about them, a lot of those songs are proper melodies. Nowhere close to the metal of the songs above. I think I will skip that because most readers will not be able to identify with a lot of the songs as booze songs.
(For example, "Azhagiya Theeyey" from Minnale and "Kadhal Sadugudu" from Alaipayuthey figure very high. I am sure you don't want to know more :))

Do comment with your favourites :)

Monday, December 17, 2007

The Prisoner of Dilemma?


Fig.: Payoff Table for the Mugging Game

To anyone who has been through the Relative Grading system (referred to rather fondly, one would think, as RG), the resonance with Prisoner's Dilemma is unavoidable. Therefore, one becomes a Prisoner of Dilemma and starts mugging.

Of course, an important condition here is that the reward (which I have rather "nicely" depicted in that wad of notes picture) must be something that both the players treasure a lot. If the reward is not so compelling, then people would just give up. Let me refine that. If the players don't see a direct connection between the reward and effort, then they would give up easily.

Of course, the pundits are most probably going to tut-tut this and point out in a shocked whisper, the cavalier manner in which I am generalizing a two player game to multi player situations. I frankly have no idea about the results in the multi player case. But still, I think it touches a chord and I shall leave it!

And this blog was meant as a continuation of the crib about mugging in my previous blog. For all this high falutin stuff, the end result is that reality has not changed one bit. Understanding it, somehow, somehow, makes me feel good, though for what end, I know not.

(PS1: Credit to Anuj Pradhan who talked about this after the Economics Exam)
(PS2: "Prisoner of Dilemma" is such a nice title for a prospective song/poem. Cool! I now have a kickass title, about the poem...)

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Random Thoughts

----> Mostly Boring <-----

Yep, the title says it all. I have to be preparing for some test of some x weightage of some y component for some z subject. Feeling very very "been there, done that." But that tiny voice of reason in my head sayeth, "Hark, you young fool! All this bluster serves no end. Study, my child. One day, one day, you will realize the fruits of all this. " Ah, don't I just love Reason!

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:::::: Shaving Myths::::::

Let me tell you a story. Long long ago, a man named T- got pained with having to shave. He just didn't see the point. As was the norm in those days, he went into a long long penance to take this grievance to God, the Big G, the Maker... you get the picture.

After looooong years of penance, a floating figure comes in front of T- and says:

Floating Figure: Excoos me! I believe you have long been in penance. I am God...

T-: (In orgasmic bliss) Ooooooh God! How happy I am that you have decided to hear the pleadings of a most humble...

God's PR Manager: Stop talking rot. I am God's PR Manager.

T-: (Perplexed) Why hasn't He come?

GPR: You have been in penance for far too long. The good old days of meeting God by penance is gone. Now you have to forward stuff through me. He has to be in many charity dinners at the same time. Anyway... you cut to the chase, I am on call holding.

T-: But isn't He omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient etc etc?

GPR: (grinning) Umm... No. Neat marketing trick actually...

T-: Anyway, my request is... I want Him to grant me the boon of not having to shave... EVER

GPR: (Short Pause) No.. can't do.

T-: No? What kind of an answer is that? In all the myths, He always accepts even if it is the darndest stupidest suggestion in the world!

GPR: That is why they are called myths. Besides, I receive huge donations from the shaving lobby.

T-: But why does He need money?

GPR: Oh... how do you think we get all the gas to make the clouds in heaven? Plus inter-dimensional transport costs quite a bit... throw in all those gold ornaments everyone in heaven wears... it is quite costly you know.

T-: So... my effort was in vain! Cannot be...

GPR: Okay okay... You could turn into a PR disaster. How about... (idea) you start a shaving salon? The business opportunity is this: there will be others like you who do not want to shave. You shave them for a charge. It is a neat business if you think about it. The only business immune to Fed interest rate changes. I mean... irrespective of economic condition, hair will grow!

T-: Yes! I see the light!

GPR: Phew! That is one more loony satisfied!

Thus was born the first shaving salon!

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<<__lows>>

Yesterday (Friday) was one of those days when I regretted getting out of bed. No point getting into details, suffice to say that it was like those "My Unlucky Day" level essays one writes in school where everything goes wrong. Today, in contrast, was awesome. Nice bright sunny day with just that right nip in the air. Finished all my errands and went to the library to read the paper. Chanced upon the Harvard Business Review and sat down to read it. Quite engrossing and more importantly for a publication of such repute, the language is refreshingly… simple and straightforward. However, after reading a few articles I was left with the following question. How much of Management is really science and can be captured in "scientific terms"? The frameworks that abound in HBR are derived from contextual phenomena and I guess they make sense till the contextual assumptions hold. After a point however, the frameworks get intellectually tedious and I am quite skeptical of their usefulness as predictive tools. Of course, maybe frameworks are rarely meant to be predictive tools.

I personally believe that the key is to first define or understand the objective. The world is quite complex, meaning there are too many stochastic variables to deal with and defining an objective in a way simplifies the problem. Maximizing profit or Maximizing shareholder value are simplifications for example. But I feel these are fairly outdated objectives. A more contemporary objective may be something like maximizing profit as well as employee fun. Or something like Maximizing Profit through Innovation. The problem is that these expressions cannot be modeled in mathematical terms. My point is... who needs mathematics here.

Then am I implying that formal management education is pointless? Not one bit. I am sure it serves its purpose as a record of past business experience. It is just that when people start deriving "formulae" and start making "scientific predictions" based on non-scientific methods, then I get skeptical.

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Saturday, September 22, 2007

Strictly PG-18

An "enlightened" thought struck me in the Economics exam today.

q. What is common between a pornstar and competitive markets?
a. Both have no barriers to entries and exit

q. How many Economists does it take to screw a light bulb?
a. None. They are still debating if it is Pareto Efficient.

Okay okay, before you spit on your screen, you have to hand it to me for making education fun and all that jazz!

Sunday, August 19, 2007

A perverted desire?

I have always wanted to do something like this. But a real opportunity presented itself recently.

In one of my Mid Term exams, I started writing the last question, came to the end of the first Answer Booklet and then realized I would need to borrow a four-page-foolscap-paper supplement sheet just for writing 2-3 lines and a small diagram. However, the diagram was quite necessary. I usually try to plan my last answer such that this kind of a thing does not happen. This time I forgot that I was writing the last question.

I was then seized by a very very strong urge to scribble in the margin: "I have a truly complete solution to this but the margin is too small to hold it" and walk out of the room! Man, the sheer pseud value!

But of course I didn't do it. Now it is one more thing in my "To-Do" list. (sigh!)

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

On Things Neither Here nor There

Have completed all the paperwork and course requirements and now am "vetti" (idle, to the uninitiated), in every sense of the term. Totally enjoy this feeling of time hanging on my hands. Went recently and bought some books to kill time.

My first stop was Higgin Bothams. One of the attractions of this place is the architecture which is quintessentially Mount Road. Or does Higgin Bothams define quintessential Mount Road? The high ceilings, those long fans hanging from those ceilings, the mosaic flooring always leads me on a nostalgic trip reminding me of the company quarters in Virudhunagar (that famous Chettiar stronghold) where I was born. Often, I step in just for the feel but end up buying something. This time around, bought a collection of Feluda stories by Satyajit Ray. Originally written in Bengali, I bought an admirably done translation by a Gopa Majumdar. I found it the perfect companion to spend these hot summer afternoons with. The author employs a by now familiar "Holmesian" approach to solving crimes. However, the charm lies in the fact that the story is told from the viewpoint of the teenaged Topshe (Felu's Watson). This technique of narration from a child's point of view is extremely powerful in terms of appeal, as it exploits a fundamental human yearning to regain lost innocence. In the pithy saying "Ignorance is bliss", I suspect that the word ignorance is used in the sense of innocence.

The same technique is used to brilliant effect in Bapsi Sidhwa's Ice Candy Man. Partition can be captured at many levels, but the story captures it from a child's perspective and the book takes the reader on an emotional roller coaster ride. Seeing the world through Lenny's "childish" perspective brings out the essence of the emotions and the absurdity of the much touted big picture vividly.

The point to be noted in the cases of successful "narratives-from-a-child's-point-of-view" works is that they do not dumb down the children. In fact, they are presented as highly observant individuals whose logical faculties are in the process of refinement. To me, this is the best way to represent younger characters in fiction. There is a personal undertone here as well. When I was younger, one of my constant gripes was how adults suddenly lowered their standards while talking to people of my age, when just some time earlier, we would have discussed something as intelligently as them if not more!

Then went to Landmark at Spencer's and picked up two works by Kafka for what I thought was a steal in Landmark! (280 each :)) Some more books and a couple of CDs. Now, a regular reader may blanch at the last sentence. Those movies are available in that great free repository that shall not be named, then isn't it not an indiscretion to buy them? Umm... I really love these two movies. Buying them - for some reason - gives a sense of ownership, a feeling of entitlement to enjoy them better. Or to put it another way, paying for it is my way of silent homage to the directors! I do it all the time for books. Ideally, would love to read all books in the second hand first and then buy the original. Most of the times it is not possible or I succumb to impulse purchases. But when it clicks, the process of book appreciation seems complete, holistic and I feel strangely better! My motivation for buying the rather expensive (I thought) collection of Feluda was based on two stories I read in the Library.

But at the end of the day, I must admit that I exceeded my budget. However, I do not like going to Lily Pond because a) I don't the general din in the place, b) it would be unbearable in summer and c) the shops do not have a desirable range. Have these guys even heard of Blossoms at Bangalore! I have a strong suspicion that going to Blossoms and purchasing a similar collection would have been cheaper, Volvo fares included! But then again I was never one to plan these things optimally. Pleasure immediately obtained, (i.e when in the mood for that type of pleasure), is better than pleasure delayed is my credo!

Saturday, May 12, 2007

On the Use of Smileys in Prose [:P]

With the advent of online messaging, the use of smileys has become ubiquitous.

I wanted to write about smileys and this is the first sentence that came to my mind. I was shocked. I was rusty. This is how paragraphs start in essay writing books ‘colorfully’ named “101 Essays for All Occasions”, “278654 Essays for Competitive Exams” available at a railway station platform near you. You could go to a station with an unpronounceable name where you may not find drinking water in the station, but you will find these books. [:O, :D] The stilted usage of language reduces even the most interesting topic to a banal and mechanical piece of prose. (See!!)

Anyway coming back to the original train of thought, it struck me that I had become extremely comfortable with smileys and they had become an integral aspect of my thought process. Therefore, I present a ‘concept blog’ [:P], ‘examining’ the use of smileys in normal usage. (Blame it on the thesis writing!) [:))]

The rules of this game are:

A smiley can be used anywhere, but it must be indicated in parenthesis, bold. Any number of smileys can be used in a bracket, but each distinct one must be separated by a comma.

Most of the smileys I have used will be common knowledge to people who frequently chat. Anyway, I have used this site as a ‘reference’ or a ‘standard definition’ for smileys.

As a test passage, I take the following passage from the bad movie review section of this site. The review is for a movie called Class of 1999 (1990). View the IMDb entry here. Thought it would be fun 'punctuating' this review with smileys [:))]:

Ok, so it's the future (well, 1999 was the future when this movie was made [#-o]), and gang warfare has gotten so bad that kids rule many areas of major U.S. cities, most of which center on high schools. [:D, 8-|] They are called "Free Fire Zones," and the cops won't even enter them. So here is question number one: if the kids control the areas around the schools, and they've scared everyone to the point where even the cops won't come in, why do they still go to school? [:P, #-o] The armored school bus still lumbers through the streets every weekday, and even the hoods who are supposedly in control dutifully pile on. When they get to school, they have to go through metal detectors and give up all their weapons -- the movie shows school faculty putting confiscated firearms into ridiculously huge bins containing every type of gun you could imagine. So here is question number two: given the fact that, however inexplicably, these kids still go to school, [:O] why do they still bring their guns when they know they'll just have them confiscated? [:|] Are they passed back out at the end of the day? [:-/]Does this surprise them every time? "Aw, man, not again! That was my best Uzi!" [:P]

Well in the previous case, the passage lent itself to the use of smileys. It featured a typical sarcasm often used in chats and therefore, the use of the smileys is quite effective and natural. Let us take a more emotion filled paragraph then: [;)]

The sight of her standing in the wind swept bus stop filled him with a strange joy. [:)] Strange, because after the last meeting, that meeting, he had not wanted to see her ever again. Now looking at her, solitary in the bus stand, carelessly toying with her hair, he wanted nothing more than to go up to her and express his love and make up. But how would he begin? [:-/] This was not the time for words. It was the time for action. He strode forward, went in front of the surprised lady, and ignoring her protests went for the ultimate affectation of love. He kissed her passionately. [;), :*] As they separated, he looked at her for a sign of approval, for what he reckoned was a fine performance. Only, he was greeted with a flurry of slaps [X-(] and then it struck him, that it wasn’t her, but her almost-look-alike-but-slightly-hotter mother! [:D]

Fine, fine I couldn’t resist.[;))] But yes, we can use smileys for emotion filled situations as well. Now, imagine using smileys in the Board Exam!

Why was Akbar called ‘Akbar the Great’? (6 marks)

  • His empire stretched from parts of Afghanistan in the west to some parts of Southern India at its peak. [:O]
  • His court consisted of some of the greatest intellects, nine to be precise, called the Navratnas. This included Birbal, Tansen, Todar Mal etc. [:|]
  • He worked for Hindu-Muslim unity. He married a Rajput, Jodha Bai to further Hindu Muslim unity. [;)] He founded Din-i-Ilahi.
  • On and on

This answer is surely getting 6 marks!

However, reading the blog again, I feel smileys shouldn’t be made a part of formal usage. For one, their usage seems like canned laughter in the sense they prompt the reader to feel the emotions of the author instead of letting the reader interpret things for himself/herself.

Also, if the (ab)use of a few punctuation marks could create havoc, just imagine what this can do!

Note:
#-o d'oh, slap on the head
X-( angry
:* kiss
8-| rolling eyes
:-/ confused



Saturday, April 21, 2007

It is All About Interpretation


This famous piece of modern art is attributed to an amateur painter, Jakob Theigissi. Jakob Theigissi was supposed to be an obscure director of pornography. Despite his excellence in the "Lower" arts he really thirsted for recognition at a higher plane. This piece in his own words represents the "... storm and confusion of youth. The inability of the young to focus, you start on something but get derailed..."

My interpretation: It seems as if the painter couldn't control his movements. Therefore, this painting represents the uncontrollable madness, the struggle between inherent internal chaos and societal requirement for order and conformity.

What is yours?

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Untitled

Have been slightly overwhelmed recently. The feeling that things are going on in a totally unexpected manner… pleasantly unexpected though. Have been thinking a lot, just thinking. Some general thoughts in no particular order:

  • The first time I got smashed, that is the uncontrollable blabbering smashed, was one of the greatest things to happen in my life. I strongly suspect half these prophets got their ‘revelations’ after a triple absinthe and coke. That time when you get that Fuck You attitude, that time when you start thinking so what, that time when you feel It doesn’t matter.
  • This leads to my new found philosophy in life: (Please note, all these are not original more like a collection of my favourite lines from various movies, I guess mostly from Trainspotting or Fight Club)
  • You are not the money you make, You are not the car you own, You are not the school/college you went to, You are not the chick you bang etc. You are simply the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world. It doesn’t matter, you were crap, organic matter, into which life was induced for some reason, some reason and that life shall be taken away again for some reason, if any. So we are propelled into an essence- less existence. But what makes this fundamentally pointless journey meaningful are the two great gifts we have: intellect and sexuality. So concentrate and satiate either one or both, things should fall into place.
  • Middle class parents pile up too much pressure on their children nowadays. I feel this is an expression of insecurities induced by the widening inequalities in India. It is like if you miss out now, you are fucked son, so bust your ass out. I have this gnawing fear that increasing inequalities is going to be the biggest problem for the next generation in India.
  • Pain at the correct times can be SO pleasurable. Nothing new in this, but I am starting to experience all these only now. I love that occasional drinking binge, a binge just to puke out everything you have ever eaten. The constant throbbing in the head the next morning, the pain in your stomach give a different dimension to life. That lingering feeling of nausea… then you eat and puke one last time… go to sleep, that helpless feeling… and get up. It is like starting life afresh.
  • I also love to create that “Copy of a Copy of a Copy” feeling that Edward Norton talks about in Fight Club. Purposely go without sleep, induce insomnia, wreck your sleeping pattern, then when you walk around, you suddenly zone out, you are in a conversation, suddenly not, you are seeing equations on the board, then suddenly you see the sheep game… this seamless blending of reality and subconscious – one word… beautiful.
  • A friend spoke about this… Get up early in the morning say 4 AM, even though you have slept late, waste time till 6-7, watch a movie, eat, then a slow numbness will begin to set in… curl into a couch with a book and you will feel sleep take over you… the sweet numbness spreading to all parts of the body… Bliss!
(Note to Friends: These are from conversations with friends. So you may find your ideas here. But you don't want to be linked to such a blog do you? :P )

Sunday, October 01, 2006

An Alternative Philosophy to Governance

Sometime ago, the Election Commission was issuing Voter ID cards . The venue for residents of my area was a Corporation school nearby. After collecting the usual identification like the ration card, and my college identity (just in case), I stepped out of my house and heaved a sigh. Like the average citizen I like to minimize my interaction with the government as much as possible for it inevitably implies delays and brusque officials. I always try to wriggle out of any work involving the Sarkar, especially the municipality. In fact, for most houses in my street, one fellow collects the telephone bills, water bills etc and pays them in return for a small fee!

As I reached the venue and got into the queue for the ID card, it struck me that the process sounded impressive. There was a web cam kind of thing which took the photo. A printout was taken, laminated and finally a hologram was stuck. The average service time, once you got to the photo, worked out to be around ten to twelve minutes. It is creditworthy that such an important document can be issued to so many people in such a short period.

However, the line was long and as usual there were quite a few throwing a fuss about the inefficiency of the process. Bollocks. It is a general tendency to criticize the government and I felt the criticism unjustified in this context. Also, the official present in the spot handled all queries politely and assuaged ruffled feathers in a pleasant manner. This has to be praised as government officials are often coarse in their dealings with “aam junta“.

However, there is scope for some improvement. For instance, a token could have been issued for every visitor. Knowing the present token number, a visitor would have an approximate idea of how long it would take for his/her turn and therefore, he/she could go out and attend to some other work or just have tea nearby instead of waiting in the queue. Seats can be laid out for those who want to sit around. But these are small details. The earnestness and enthusiasm of those involved was appreciable considering that the conditions were quite inconvenient for them. They were mostly standing and the room in which the photos were taken was perennially congested. Also there was a single fan which was rotating so slowly that it didn’t have any effect whatsoever.

While I would rate the whole system as good, overall, it lacked that touch, the finish of professionalism. I think it is high time professionalism crept into governance. With India growing at the rate that it is, the issue of governance will assume a very important status. However, barring stray exceptions, the philosophy and attitude of the average civil servant is still unfortunate. There seems to be an attitude of mistrust and unfriendliness in any government office, as if, any gesture of friendliness would end up in the public taking undue advantage of them. I think this attitude is a remnant of the Raj mentality when the British trained the Civil Servants to look down upon the natives and treat them with a certain distance. Much power concentrated in so few viz. the IAS and the politicians. This results in the bottom rungs viz. the clerk classes constantly looking up to the superiors for signals. These people posses the amazing chameleon like ability to dance to the tune of their superiors. Such behavior is a survival tactic which arises from an insecurity and fear of the powerful. However insecurity doesn’t lead to confidence. In fact, by concentrating power in the hands of so few, the system ends up killing the entrepreneurial qualities of the people at the bottom.

Why should people at the bottom have entrepreneurial abilities? Well, often it is such people who know the ground realities better and can therefore come up with better plans to implement lofty ideas.

This train of argument leads one to the conclusion that the government too has to be run like a firm. Many firms give extraordinary powers to their lower managers in return for extraordinary expectations on performance.

But are we justified in comparing the government with any firm? If the government is run like a firm, if the profit motive comes even into the government, then who will be the neutral arbiter for the society? Agreed, a government cannot and should not be run with a profit motive like a modern firm. However, why should the notion of a firm imply only profit maximization?

My own model is that of a government which is run like a firm whose objective is maximizing customer satisfaction.

Let us analyze this statement.

Who is the customer?
The taxpayer is the customer for the government’s services. In a sense, any public servant’s salary comes from the taxpayer, so there is a moral obligation to serve the taxpayer well.

How can this be implemented?
Years of training and mistrust cannot be changed in one stroke. I imagine there must be too many vested interests, unions, politicians- the usual suspects, who will not allow sweeping changes to step in. However, inspiration can be obtained from the enlightened shop floor practices taught in any industrial engineering course. In any top quality factory, graphs showing product quality as a function of various parameters are displayed. The aim is that an interested worker can look at that and get a feeling of reassurance of the importance of his job or in some cases, take initiatives.

Similarly, let us consider a government office which gives some sort of clearance. In such an office a chart showing number of clearances per month can be displayed. A small thing like this can make a difference to the everyday functioning of the employees. Seeing the graph, any average fellow will ask questions as to why and how fluctuations occur. This naturally leads to a sense of feeling among everyone involved that they must strive to achieve some sort of consistency.

While the comparison may seem far fetched, it is actually not. The principle is the same: empower the worker who does the actual dirty work.

There are many advantages to transforming the government into a firm. Consider the earlier example of the voting center. If customer satisfaction maximization is the goal of the endeavor, then the idea of the token dispenser would occur naturally to anyone. Another is clearly written instructions on walls of the government office and more importantly officials adhering to it. One of the biggest reasons why citizens don’t follow rules properly in India is that there is no advantage; in fact, there is a disadvantage in following stated rules as they are not followed. (At an early age itself one is taught to view the stated rules with skepticism and go and ask the official concerned!) In an environment where the taxpayer is viewed as customer these inefficiencies should reduce.

However, the biggest advantage of the government viewing itself as a firm is this: Any good firm today prides itself in its ability to achieve stated goals quickly and efficiently. To this end, Collectors would have to view themselves more as CEOs out to achieve a stated mission. CEOs rarely get involved in the implementation. They delegate most work to capable underlings. It is this functioning that I would like to highlight when I use the term “firm”. Delegating in the right manner acts as a sort of empowerment to people at all levels and this is what is sorely required. In my own opinion, too much power is concentrated in too few and as stated earlier, this gives the impression of the Indian government being some mighty father figure ruling benignly over its citizens.

With this kind of a view, the problem of the government employing excess people is not all that bad, as long as they contribute to customer satisfaction. In my opinion, the subject of government deficit is approached in a very dogmatic way. Among the middle classes the reaction to government debt is very similar to that of personal debt – an attitude of taboo, an attitude of “How can there be a debt? We need to get rid of it immediately”. However, it is perfectly justifiable for governments to draw up a debt as long as they can provide quality services to their citizens. The problem in India is that a lot of debt goes to service more debt and very little reaches the common man. Therefore, if we think of the government as a firm we can perhaps take a more sophisticated view towards debt, employment and other issues.

Having elucidated the model, now we have to analyze for the shortcomings. Most of these ideas would have been propounded by brains more experienced and capable than I. They would have mostly failed because of the lack of determination from higher quarters. Therefore, the root of the problem is apathy and gross misuse of the system and this does not address that.

I acknowledge this. In fact, implementing such a philosophy will only have a small effect. It is not likely to revolutionize the scene. However, there are a couple of points I would like to bring to notice. Governance in India is becoming an extremely challenging task and is only set to become more complicated. More and more people are traveling abroad and see processes in developed nations and are questioning the inefficiencies they see in India. Also, the recent cinematic stereotype of the politician being a ruffian, uneducated purely evil animal is wrong. In fact, they are extremely shrewd and clever people who are adept at handling the “grey” areas in policy making beautifully. A close examination of many situations reveals that often maintaining status quo is the shrewd (the game theory solution) approach and therefore, nothing is done. In such a context, my opinion is that anything to improve the public response, however incremental, will be welcome.

The issues with the model are these:
a. The problem of agriculture and the government's role in that has not been discussed.
b. The issue of inefficiency due to hiring many more people than actually required cannot be tackled by this.
c. To achieve such a transformation, we need a charismatic and determined leadership. This brings us back to step one (sigh!).

To sum up, the traditional view of the Sarkar as some sort of strict parent ruling over the fate of the people HAS to go. Such a philosophy is untenable and inefficient. Considering that the old model is difficult the idea of the government as a firm maximizing taxpayer objective is an alternative approach (the above objections notwithstanding). Of course, the ultimate Utopia would be one in which the society aims to empower the individual and the government playing a corresponding empowering role. But that would be slightly too ambitious.

(P.S: This essay is based on some reading and my personal experiences. If anyone has more information and thereby has some objections please leave a comment. It would help in refining the idea.)

Thursday, August 24, 2006

A Thought

I feel that:
We are powerless creatures toiling under subconscious influences formed when we were very young, say before twelve years of age. Whatever we do is under the compulsions of those influences and eduaction only helps achieve those notions.

Rather vague. Let me elaborate. All of us have ideas of achievement, happiness, fulfilment, personal satisfaction and so on. We labour all our lives to achieve these. However, the seeds of these notions are laid at a time when we cannot even understand them, let alone regulate them.

To give a bad analogy but one that will serve the purpose nevertheless, it is like we are on a journey to oprimize some objective function, say happiness, success and so on. Education helps one achieve that maximum but the answer to the question of why different individuals have different objective functions lie in the environmental infleunces when they were say, less than ten years old.

Let me give two cases. Say, an individual went through financial difficulties in the first ten-fifteen years of his life, he/she will most probably conclude that money is God and nothing else matters in this world and devote himself to that pursuit.
Another individual growing up in an environment where the Mathematican uncle is the most admired person in the family would most likely want to end up as a mathematician.
Perhaps, both may have equal intelligence and both may get what they want, but the reason for these two individuals to chose these diverse paths will most strongly be influenced by those factors.

These are examples, and they are for illustration purposes only. I am not using them as arguments.

The first objection will come in the question of genius. Aren't geniuses in a sense independent of their environment? The few cases I can think of, it seems to be the case. So leaving individuals who are later pronounced as geniuses, I believe for the rest of us it is a matter of influences only.

If anyone is sufficiently provoked by this statement and/or jobless enough to retort, comments will be highly appreciated!