Category: Yesterday

  • Game Theory Revisited

    1978 : rattles (educated guess)
    1980 : assorted dolls, building blocks
    1982 : wooden ksrtc (kerala govt transport) bus,lorry,plastic cars
    1984 : plastic/metal robots, Lego (thanks to dad’s US trip), guns (toy, that is), snakes and ladders
    1986 : Rambo stuff (bow & arrow, guns..the works), cricket, ludo
    1988 : scrabbles, hockey
    1990 : monopoly, indoor cricket
    1992 : mortal combat, steet fighter, memory!!
    1994 : cricket, dumb charades, walkman
    1996 : roadrash, Life
    1998 : claw, mario
    2000 : need for speed, duke
    2002 : snake, mpeg downloads 😉
    2004 : monopoly, claw, colony, discman……

    once upon a long time ago, hours could be spent playing any of these games..over time, the sheer joy the toys used to give, has given way to faster bouts of fatigue/boredom and the quest for an elusive ‘something’… growing up or growing down, who’s to say? ….ironical that more the choices, more the intensity of the quest……
    the toys have changed, the child remains…

  • Relative Values

    These days, i find i am ‘doing’ the things that ‘happened’ to me in childhood, to this generation of kids (perverts, mind your mind !!)..simply because i am reaching the stage of life that my relatives were in,at that time…Relatives were important initially coz of the attention they gave, and perhaps also because of the favourable comparisons (favourable to me, that is..hehe) they made with their offspring…. and it was only a sidenote that they used to give pocket money when they left….
    unfortunately, increased exposure to the material world gradually converted the sidenote to a headline..well, thats the excuse..:)..gradually their visits became important because they became a major source of revenue… i will refrain from commenting on the status of the comparisons…
    On my last visit to kerala, i ended up on the ‘relative’ side of things… quite obviously, i wasnt so naive that i couldnt understand the relatively low value of affection(for the kids, that is)… i was smug in the knowledge that, at the time of saying bye, i would be bestowing some surprise pocket money on the ‘kids’…. but i realised how ‘out of touch’ i was with the world, when hours before departure, the ‘kids’started asking me how much i planned to give them…. the only solace was that i had matched their expectations in value…at least i think i did… shudder to think of comparisons!! Innocence was not lost, it wasnt there at all!! …*sulk*
    until next time, get some values!!

  • < /manuscrypts.rediffblogs.com >

    actually the title is self explanatory.but since readers are readers, an explanation is the least i can do. i believe that since blogging is a mode of self expression, the posts lose objectivity after a certain amount of time and become monotonous, almost like a broken record, like old wine in a new bottle…
    to be very honest, i am extremely sad at going off rediff..like i told my wife, its like moving out of your first home, it hurts.. but sometimes the new home is just better, and you can only fight the temptation for so long. i have lost the fight, for now….
    and though i plan to be back, somewhere, i hope to keep this one like asimov’s second foundation, hidden from the mainstream and safe to keep my spirit of blogging alive, and remind me of how it all started….
    so, until i surface again, its adieu…..
    and in
    manuscrypts trivia
    this seems to be a perfect fit for the occasion
    If you’re leaving close the door.
    I’m not expecting people anymore.
    Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor.
    Whether I’m drunk or dead I really ain’t too sure.
    I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man and my world is pale.
    When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain’t no sadder tale.
    Had a friend once in a room,
    had a good time but it ended much too soon.
    In a cold month in that room
    we found a reason for the things we had to do.
    I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, now my room is cold.
    When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

    “When a blind man cries” – Deep Purple

    “< /manuscrypts.rediffblogs.com >”

  • UnWind Biking

    Most of these posts are born when i am riding back home, its a good time to unwind… theres such a lot of ‘watchable’ things happening around – traffic snarls, people’s expressions, battles for the space ahead which finally become ego battles and possibly accidents, people trying to reach home as fast as they can..theres something about getting back home after work that makes the entire day worthwhile 🙂
    more often than not the ‘wind in the face’ feeling takes me back around a couple of years…. to Goa…. 2 years of business management and pleasure…hehe… we had a causeway near the insti (short for Goa Institute of Management 🙂 ), and almost every other day, we used to go for drives, to crib about classes and assignments and tests, to trade gossip, to check out the movies in Panjim, to visit Dona Paula, ‘the cross’ and ‘governor’s point’, to ogle the firangs, to plan weekend trips to colva, palolem, anjuna, calangute, baga, vagator (and the chapora fort, made famous in DCH?), arambol…to chaat near miramar, to chat about life after the insti and after Goa, but mostly to enjoy the ‘wind on the face ‘ feeling…
    but before the jpeg with the hunk on a chopper design bike, reality check says i fail on both counts..hehe, neither a hunk nor have a bike bike, its a kiney, which evaded police in goa for two years (i didnt have a license and it had a kerala registration, so the cops loved it..hehe)..oh no, the skeletons are tumbling out…so i’d better stop…but yeah, i have to write at least a couple of posts about those two years…there are tales and there are tales….for me, my life in goa is best captured by Floyd’s “high hopes”..
    unfortunately, have had to bunk all my alumni meets except one… something like lucky ali’s lyrics -“pehle fursat thi, ab hasrat hain samaakar, ek aisi uljhan hai meri……” 🙁
    meanwhile, these days, with the rains in bangalore, theres another kind of UnWind biking … if you have seen the bajaj ad – a fully dressed guy getting in the shower, getting out all wet, then riding on the bike, dripping all the while, and coz of the bike speed , the clothes are dry, except for the butt, coz its resting on the seat..they call it wind biking… now, because of the rains , while i ride back, all of me gets wet except for the butt, so i call it UnWind Biking !! …..
    and in
    manuscrypts trivia
    Just to prove that some things never work 100%.
    Go to language tools on google, type in “my mom is nice and cool.” and convert it from English to Spanish.
    Then copy & paste the answer into the translate box and convert from Spanish back to English.
    and seen outside a secondhand shop : WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING – BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?

  • Moving On

    once upon a time there was a town. the geography of it does matter, but we will come to it later. the town had a decent share of manufacturing units, and fairly big ones at that. these units understood their social responsibilities very well. they built their share of the infrastructure – roads, parks, living quarters; and since the aspiration levels of the citizens were at a reasonable level, life seemed to be good all around. people started settling there after their retirement coz of the good infrastructure and excellent climate. you could see happy smiles all around, no traffic snarls, no road rage, slow paperwork instead of frenzied mails, (no blogs too, but thats okay, i doubt whether any of us could do anything worthwhile then ;-)), altogether a leisurely pace of life. pops have enough money, so kids can enjoy at the pubs, which have started to happen. but life is one phenomenon where the laws of inertia does not work.
    enter the 90’s, entrepreneurism is the happening thing, software companies , (read start ups) appear on the horizon, a new breed of techies are born, they have the money, they have the career path figured out, they wanna spend, baby, and rao obliges, liberalisation is in…infrastructure has not exactly kept up with the pace coz these companies are more into branding than infrastructure, but still not that bad… pubs mushroom, discos are in place, life is a party and the animals are evolving. life is slightly hurried, hey, but what the hell, we are enjoying it!! inertia doesnt work, we have to move on.
    the 2000’s….the first gen techies are in middle age, but the new gen has almost the same mantras in place. then come the call centres, kids after college (some before college too) have access to quick money, so what if they have to be nocturnal !! kids, no i am not demeaning them in any way, but kids…. kids who have a limited, skewed view of life, kids who have no career path, kids who have no clue, no, have not thought about what life will be 10 years later, kids who will buy fast machines so they look ‘cool’ in front of their friends, kids who do not realise that their ol’ city hasnt got the infrastructure to support their lifestyle(infrastructure?? my a**, we are into cost cutting) , a city that has to adjust to the nocturnal needs of the new breed, but hey wait, there are guys who say it is shining, so it must be…. kids now, kids hoping to be kids forever…..inertia?? uh-huh
    2010’s…. the call centres that came in zooming are zooming out, the kids are told that their counterparts in a remote part of the world they have only heard about, can do work at a lower cost…so in the larger interests of the organisation the jobs are being sent there….the kids’ future just collapsed coz there aint no plan b.
    look at the town, no, the city- the plazas, the malls, the complexes are all empty coz the kids now have no money to spend, the new techies are too busy, the old techies have lost the fire…the manufacturing units are closed a long time back coz the kids never wanted to work there. somewhere along the line, it ceased to become a pensioners paradise coz the traffic got too heavy, the atmosphere too polluted, and life too fast. a city dying…..
    we can be happy now, coz this is not happening here. but this is my expanded view of what happened here. i am not a pessimist, lennon would hardly call me a dreamer, but realistic?? i think so……
    the political system ‘there’ is much less volatile, what about ‘here’? in a society and politic that is already divided and subdivided on regionalism, religionalism, casteism etc, can we afford the volatility when (and if) the jobs (which were an integral part of the shining) left us??
    sam pitroda, the man behind the std booths you see all around, says the telecom boom we see are a result of the seeds sown a couple of decades ago…. what are the seeds we have sown for tomorrow??
    check this out, not exactly in the realm, but getting there…………….but hey, maybe “its not for us to question why, its only for us to do and die”
    and so in
    manuscrypts trivia
    this is about us…., this is the link to the ‘bad sex’ awards, and my usual quotes
    “Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness” ~ James Thurber
    “Concern for man and his fate must always form the chief interest of all technical endeavors. Never forget this in the midst of your diagrams and equations.” and “Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.”~ Einstein
    “why cant male sheep be called heep?” ~ manu (couldnt resist)