IBCA (Indian Born Confused American)

A chance encounter with the Little Master

2010-04-18T07:10:00.001-07:00

It was 1989 a lazy friday evening and I'd returned from school when I saw my father returning from office. He would never bring anything from anywhere, but, this day was to be special. Upon arrival he called me to his lounge chair and handed me a small envelope. Inside the envelope I saw something that totally blew me away. Inside there were two tickets to the then on-going world cup cricket game. The game was on 30th oct at wankhede stadium in Mumbai. My dad had bought them off a friend who was unable to go. What's more these were BCCI VIP pavillion tickets. At that time they cost Rs. 800 each which was a lot of money. Now, I had to find a buyer for one of them to give me company. After a bit of searching and calling I found a willing attendee in my friend pramod rao. So, we both headed to the game on game day. I'd been to games in wankhede, but, never in a VIP stand. It was an experience as we didn't have to stand in lines and the whole pavillion was shaded and properly ventillated with fans and ducts. The shee shee crowd of bombay had arrived with all the linens and diors. I was a little school boy looking at all this with awe. With me I'd carried an autograph book to see if I could get access to any players/ ex-players or celebrities. Unfortunately, there were none there. The game was a day game and the gruelling heat of mumbai was killing us. After about half the game a couple of boys about our age came and sat next to us. The boy that sat next to me was short, had curly hair and was wearing the newly launched reebok pumps in green. I immediately pointed the shoes out to pramod. These were days when you could get the nike's and reeboks only if you had a visitor from overseas as they were not sold in india legally. It was not until much later that the indian economy opened up. Pramod immediately whispered to me "do you know who that is" (pointing to the boy) and I replied in the negative. He said that is "sachin tendulkar". Back then his laurels in the local circuit were celebrated, but, he had not been selected in the indian team. As the game came to a close there was double dissapointment for me. Firstly, I'd not seen any 'real' celebs and india had lost. I decided to get an autograph of sachin. The idea was hilarious to Pramod who thought I was a fool to do that. I promptly told him that I thought he will play for india and will be a big name someday. Pramod retorted to me saying I was free to make a fool of myself becuase he (sachin) probably didn't know how to sign yet. I was defiant and I walked up to him. There was this 14 something boy with a clean face in front of him. "Sachin, I've heard a lot about you. I want your autograph". Upon signing I wished him luck and would like to see him play for india soon. I also asked him if he had been selected already to which he said no. I asked him if I was the first person to ask for his autograph to which he laughed and said "yes", besides my neighbors and family who poke fun at me. So, we walked home with this in my hand and bad memories of an india exit from the cup. Little did we know..... :-)

The Lala's bags of coins

2010-03-10T02:38:00.000-08:00

I often wonder how the supply chain of utility works. What happens to things that get used up in the consuming economies and what happens to the surplus. Also, what happens to the things that fall through the cracks. Designers of clothes in America change their lineup for the upcoming seasons and then they show off their new styling. The old clothes go off to their secondary outlets from where they make it out to the liquidation sales outlets. From the liquidation outlets they leave the shores to another country for further liquidation until every single unit is sold out and someone makes incrementally diminishing sums of money on the same. I also wondered what happens to money? Smaller denominations tend to disappear from places and wondered where they'd land up. In cities like Mumbai and Delhi where inflation has soared the cost of goods transactions in smaller coin denominations are rare. The prices of goods are also conveniently rounded off to the nearest higher number to enable a coin-free transaction. So, where do these coins go? I have an interesting story about the same that shows what happens to money. Once I was on a road trip through the state of Uttar Pradesh. I was in a small town near the city of Allahabad. This was a business trip to one of the small time vendors of flavor ingredients. I realize I'm focussing a little more on the fragrance and flavors stories, but, its just occured to me that I must write a little bit about the interesting aspects of business in India. So, I'd heard about the area being totally like the wild wild west with roughnecks and gangsters hovering around every corner. My meeting was with a flavor ingredient manufacturer that lived in a small village about 2 hours south of the city of Allahabad. At first the city of allahabad had a decent Indian city touch, but, as the car in which I was traveling approached the outskirts the evident remnants of poverty stricken India were becoming obvious. It is usually these outskirts of cities that are more impoverished than the villages themselves. There aren't many fancy things in the villages, but, they're usually never dirty mainly due to the scarcity of population and secondly due to the greenery. About two hours after leaving the city, we'd arrived in the small city of Kannauj. Two armed guards opened the doors of the car for me and I was warmly greeted to a tea by the owner of the small flavor shop. The guards kept a precariously unnerving vigil around the area. The scene seemed cut from a godfather flick of the 70's except in rural India. There was no electricity as it seems electricity had bypassed their village, so, a diesel generator was blazing away in the background pelting black smoke in the clear pure air. What amazed me is the bareness of the man's establishment. Mr. Lala (name changed) was a reputed businessman in the flavor ingredient business. He was stocky, dark and bald and had a lot of dirt stuck in his teeth. The red dirt that comes from chewing paan everyday. Lala sat around a one room office behind a large mahagony desk that weighed about a ton. I know because I tried to move it to retrieve a pen that had accidentally fallen under it. Lala made me sit on a simple wooden bench reserved for the visitors while he and his manager/ procurement person sat across the table. A small air-conditioner cooled the air in the limestone washed simple room. A little into our casual conversation about business a boy about 17-18 yrs of age came into the room after knocking. He mentioned to the lala that he needed about two lakhs (~$5000) to give to someone in the neighborhood. The Lala was a little miffed by the demand, but, knew that he didnt really have a choice. He politely asked me to get up from my bench and move away a little. So, I did and the boy just bent around the bench and pulled two bags of something from underneath where I was seated. The bags rang hard of a 'clinking' noise as they were carried away. These were bags of Rs. 1 lakh each made up of coins of different denominations. The boy nonchalantly just took the two bags tied them either ends of a thick rod and put them on the carrier of his bicycle and rode off into the dust. As he turned around the corner I could spot him waiting and signing something on a paper and then turning off to his destination. I wondered what the whole deal was and I enquired the same with the lala. The lala told me that since we 'city' people had stopped using these coins they'd made their way to the villages. Their entire economy was wrested on the heels of this coin exchange. Only very large amounts of money were transacted through paper notes and almost none on checks. Most transactions in cash are done through these bags for two reasons. First, there is a protection fee that they have to pay to the local thugs for letting them freely transport the money and for that the money being transported needs to be clearly visible. A bundle of different notes can be hidden in clothes while being transported and that would lead to non-transparency. The thugs usually charge a small percentage of the transacted amount as a protection fee for them. Secondly, the local banks do not get stashes of currency notes that are under-printed and used by cities. That is what the boy was signing around the corner as he was about to leave one thugs domain and enter the other. He would have to sign two more such 'registers' before he would return and each would settle their accounts with the lala at the end of the month. The bags were wrapped in a laced white cotton cloth that was never used in fabric. The bags were tied with a nylon thread and sealed for value. There was a certain degree of trust in these people about the amonuts of money. I also enquired with the lala if there had been incidents of loot or cheating and he replied in the affirmative. The boy that had worked before this one had once had an argument with a thug over some paperwork and the thug had shot and killed him around the corner. The lala told me about this story that had occurred about a year ago as though it was some petty theft and not some murder. The value of life in these parts of the world is not much. A boy can get shot and killed over an argument and the village will move on.

The Manikram Havelichand story (The secret basement)

2010-03-09T00:47:00.000-08:00

This is a true story from the city of Lucknow. Lucknow is an old Indian city in Northern India where the remnants of the British Raj collide with the remanats of the Islamic rule in India. Sporting a large Muslim population the city is an interesting mix of a variety of indo-afghan cuisines that are not on offer elsewhere in the country. In a place like this there are few businesses that bustle on the money-making front. This is a story about Manikram Havelichand a small time farmer who entered the flavor ingredient business in a big way. Manikram (name changed) was a small time farmer born and raised outside Lucknow by hard working parents. He never got an education and could barely read and write. Manikram was very enterprising and on one trip to Lucknow discovered that there was potential for the trade of flavor ingredients in the city and around the country. He started with a small shop and over the years expanded at a ridiculously fast pace adding products to his portfolio like they were running out of style. The uniqueness about Manikram was that he never let success get to his head. He still lived in his small farmhouse with his Mercedes parked next to his fleet of cows and horses. He would take the time to feed his farm animals while he would aggressively push competition out of the marketplace. Manikram also gave a lot to the community. His unfulfilled dream of being educated was manifested into a school for which he donated both land and time and money. Mankiram had two sons both very actively involved in the family business both living away from home. All of a sudden, this success story was to come to a very strange conclusion. One fine morning out of suspicion of hidden assets the Income tax sleuths raided the premises and offices of his company. Manikram was heartbroken. But, there was more to the story. For nearly 40 odd years Manikram had kept a dark secret. A sachet of cash in a hidden basement room in his family home. No one, not even his wife knew about this room. He would secretly for years together find himself alone at home and deposit part of his savings into the basement and make a quick exit. It was amazing that no one, not one of the staff that worked at his house, the cleaners, cooks none ever remotely close to discovering this chamber. When the IT sleuths entered this room they found a net of Rs.200 crore in cold hard cash ($50 million). This has been accumulated over the years. Manikram was in the practice of not bothering about the denomination, he just put them money in the room and ran out. By the time this cash was discovered about 1.5 Crore of it ($300,000) was eaten up by termite ! Some of the notes of cash in the stack were from the pre-independence era and some of them had been decommissioned by the government years ago. All in all, the whole sum was confiscated as undeclared income. Manikram was charged for criminal evasion of tax (several counts). Manikram maintained that he was innocent. He maintained that he did not trust the banks and based his lack of trust on some incident of bank fraud that he had faced years ago. Manikram, an old guy at 65, walking with a stick, decided to defend himself in court. He would walk up to his court dates and argue his case without an attorney. One day during a court session he suffered a heart attack and died. Now, the sons have to bear the burnt of this. They're in court defending this court case.

Cows crossing the street their judgment and anticipation

2010-03-09T00:18:00.001-08:00

As we all know by now that India has an abundance of cows. A combination of its perception of holiness and the largest vegetarian population on earth has led to a uncontrolled growth in the number of cows and buffaloes in the country. As a result it is very normal to see cows and buffaloes form small islands often in the middle of the street. They're also found strolling in the middle of busy business areas almost aggressively pursusing some food at times. Cows are generally very docile animals and don't interfere with other business. Over the course of the past few years though I've managed to make an interesting observation about their behavior. While crossing a busy road they're very thoughtful. Their slowness and apparent lack of attention could be mistaken for stupidity, but, they're well aware of what's happening and have mastered the art of anticipation and setting expectations. Whenever Im driving up on a highway occassionally cows tend to cross the highway. At that time they ensure that they're crossing facing you laterally. That has been found to be the rule for the highway cows. They're smart enough to realize that they have to be watching traffic while crossing a highway becuase vehicles tend to be coming faster. They cut across the median and quickly change direction to face incoming traffic. They always understand and implement the importance of setting expectations. This involves the effort of crossing a street. They'll make it abundantly clear to you that they're going to cross the street well in advance. They'll also very smartly not vary their pace. They'll maintain a very slow steady pace across the crossing, so, you're not baffled or panic while seeing their approach. They send a very clear signal to the oncoming driver that they're going to do it and do it this way whether he likes it or not. Surprisingly large number of drivers clear the path for them and ensure a smooth and safe passage. What's more interesting is the fact that when they see a very aggressive fast driver coming on they also realize that its not time for them to make their move and they delay their crossing by walking parallel to the street on the sidewalk or shoulder. I've noticed that high speed and aggressive honking puts them off and they take the submissive role of holding back. Another aspect of their crossing is the fact that they put the younger ones in the middle of the pack. A younger one almost never crosses the street alone. It's usually followed by or led by a very experienced cow. One very very interesting species of cow that's worth mentioning is the careless one. These are the ones that don't care if you're coming or that you might have to take evasive measures to avoid collission. They just take their own sweet time to cross the street. Their modus operandi is very simple. They stare at you in the eye and just put you down straight. " We rules this place, you're just passing by" is the message given to the driver. In my life I've never seen a single cow being run over by a vehicle. That puts my theory of their crossing intelligence to light and verifies it.

The newspaper boy stealing papers incident

2010-02-24T01:00:00.001-08:00

I was out for my morning walk when I encountered a bunch of newspapers on the sidewalk. These are usually wrapped up and delivered to their respective paying owners well before my time to go out for my walk, but, it seemed precariously late to have a newspaper set lying out there on the middle of the sidewalk this late. As I approached the bundle the delivery boy was standing next to his delivery bike waiting for the next bundle to be tied to the bike. Suddely, a chap came running from across the street and grabbed a paper from the bundle. Just as a couple of cars passed by, he quickly ran across the street crossing it dangerously close to a bike. As he crossed the street he got trapped in some loose tiles and tripped and fell. Somehow he gathered himself (with the fear of being caught stealing a newspaper) and starting running again. All through the delivery boy was yelling at him "abbe eh bhaag mat chutiye, woh aaj free wala paper hein"... translation : " dont run asshole, its the free edition" :-)) Aparently, Hindustan Times was doing a free paper day in our area that day.

We all are Office Vampires: Spending time in the sun and its effects

2010-02-24T00:59:00.001-08:00

The other day I saw an article in the local newspaper about the disease commonly found in underdeveloped countries called Rickets. Rickets is caused by a vitamin D deficiency. One of the remedies of rickets is to have ample sun exposure. Apparently, this stimualtes the formation or absorption of vitamin D in the body and prevents ricket. Rickets is common amongst young children and there are several awareness campaigns out there to spread the word about it amongst the poor. Interestingly, I noted that in today's lifestyle we are also spending increasingly lesser amounts of time outside in the Sun. We go around in an air conditioned car. We enter an air-conditioned office with tinted windows and artificial lighting. We sleep in air-cooled rooms on the weekends. The outdoor exposure to sunlight has rolled down to a minimal stroll in the mid-afternoon or if you have a site specific job then the exposure to the sun during a site visit. Either ways, if Rickets were to affect older people there would be a whole lot of people with a big belly (one of the symptoms of rickets is a big belly) and that would not have been caused by regular consumption of fattening food ! This lack of exposure to sunlight interestingly has a different effect on adults. Sun exposure stimulates the formation of a key hormone called serotonin. Serotonin is a very critical hormone that enables us to not go into depression and anxiety. It controls the body's ability to cope with stress. Now, we are increasingly spending time indoors like vampires afraid that the sun might burn us up AND we are getting into increasingly stressful job functions and responsibiltiies. A combination of the two forms a potent explosive mixture that pushes people into the domain of depression. Soon enough people are in the sinking sand trap of depressiveness and they fail to understand why everything around them is seemingly collapsing. People working in the private sector in India are spending an average of 14 hours at work starting at 7 AM near sunrise and ending way past sunset. These people in highly stressful job positions dont ever see the sun. And yet they keep wondering why the rates of depression are so high in cities like Mumbai. Untreated, it reaches tipping point where the individual starts to fail. We have now become depressive vampires. With depression comes anger and fear. And aptly so we go out in search of blood to satisfy that anger. So, the analogy of an office vampire is just aptly put.

People praying on trains: You know where the temples are at

2010-02-24T00:58:00.001-08:00

As I've mentioned many times in my blog before I take the train to work occasionally. The train provides to be a great source of information and also keeps me connected to ground realities. Some very interesting characters take the train. My travel hour is against the traffic and off-rush-hour so people are seated comfortably and sometimes taking a nap as well. During these times its interesting to note that even during their nap some of the folks ensure they fold their hands or touch their forehead/ lips as if they were to pray (as kissing the cross worn around the neck only without the cross). This happens at some regular intervals and is like a synchronized / coordinated event like a synchronized swimming event. None of these people know each other and they are all simultaneously performing these actions independent of one another that constitute prayer or salutations to god all at the same time in the same manner. It used to baffle me and then I realized that they were all regular travelers and they all knew where the local temples were situated. As soon as the train passed by any of these popular temples they would pray in unison !! It was an amazing event of synchronicity in a divided society that one gets to see. Interestingly, some of the people are such regulars that they can determine the position or location of the train based on the sound the tracks make and their prayer is based on those sounds. Therefore it doesnt matter if they're half asleep ! I also realized that my driver would do the same thing driving our car. He would religiously do the same prayer action whenever the car would pass over water. So, I happened to enquire why he would do it over water. He replied that he was a Christian and there were two churches near those water bodies and hence the prayer... :-)

If Circket were a US sport then......

2010-02-21T21:58:00.001-08:00

1. There would be a MLC: Major league of Cricket
2. There would be a Minor league of Cricket
3. There would be several US and Canadian teams in the fray (well, maybe only two Canadian teams)
4. Test cricket and ODI's would be dead and buried
5. The Cricket season would begin and coincide with hockey season.
6. Most of the games would be played indoors
7. Umpires would wear protective gear on the face and chest and .. you know where
8. Boundary lines would be very very clearly defined
9. The ball would be changed every five overs
10. Pitches would be artificially laid and controlled by the BCCA (Board of Cricket control America)
11. Chucking would be electronically tested regularly via video evidence and Afridi, Murali & Akhtar would be retired
12. There would be a massive hall of fame in Biloxi, Mississippi
13. Cricketing merchandise would be in teenagers cloaks
14. Cricket cards would be traded
15. The Dominican republic and Peurto Rican players would dominate 'pinch hitting' and 'fast bowling'
16. Every fielder would wear wicket-keeper gloves
17. A very long version of 'take me out to the ball game' would be sung
18. Obama would make a great speech on the 'history of cricket' before the first pitch of the season
19. The entire Indian cricket team would play at the Golden State Warriors venue
20. Every player would be randomly dope tested.
21. Mohd Asif would be given a brief reference next to Barry Bonds' picture in the baseball hall of fame
22. Tendulkar would make another $100 Million by jumping franchises till his body breaks down
23. The Aussie team would be disciplined for racism and annoyance

The Foreigner registration office experience: An eye opener on priorities in life

2010-02-21T21:53:00.001-08:00

I had the misprivilege of visiting the FRRO in Mumbai to register my foreigner sons. No matter how much you prepare towards visiting a Government institution in this country you come up short. That's been my experience thus far. At the onset there was a line then another line and then another one. At the end of every line we would reach a person who would ask us to get into another line to get something accomplished in that line and then re-join this line. People standing in that line would smile at us with an "i almost told you so " look on their stupid faces. In the final line there was a Danish woman next to me. She was a gym instructor in a place near Copenhagen and had come to India to set up a chain of gyms starting from Poona. It was her third trip from Poona to Mumbai as she had to register herself or risk getting deported back to Denmark (which she might have not minded by then). She was complaining endlessly about the way she was treated and how unprofessional government institutions tend to be. At that time I was almost regretting moving back to India (not very seriously though). How can we Indian's be so unprofessional at treating foreigners who are used to great levels of service.

After standing in two such lines and almost two and a half hours later I went and took a breather on a bench nearby. Next to me was another woman. She had come from Turkmenistan. I was guessing she was going to start complaining about her harrowing experience at the FRRO, but, she told me a story that would change the way I think. She was living in Mumbai in a ladies hostel with her 10 yr old son. The son was autistic and needed to be accompanied at all times. She had come to Mumbai to take a course in raising autistic children to help with her son. She contacted some form of strange intestinal infection-illness and had to be hospitalized. At this time her kid was alone in the hostel and with no known person in Mumbai she was in some serious trouble. Her husband didn't have money to come down to Mumbai and she could not be flown out. She was in a lot of trouble. In come the hostel ladies. They took complete charge of the situation. Over the next two months they alternated hospital duty, taking care of her son, taking him to the park, getting him ready and teaching him the assigned school curriculum. She was moved to tears while telling what had happened. After her return, they collected money from fellow hostelites to sponsor her first month's rent there as she could not have afforded it.

Hearing this story was a major anti-climax. So what if some Danish Gym instructor has to stand four hours in a line to get registered. We have our priorities in the right order :-))
This can happen only in India.

Top 20 things one learns about Australia

2010-02-21T21:51:00.000-08:00

1. The population of Australia is a little more than the population of Mumbai

2. Stores and shopping closes at 5:00 PM

3. The Aussie dollar is worth $0.75, but, everything is priced at 200% of its value in the USA

4. GM makes and actually sells cars under the name 'Holden' and they sport a strange looking logo.

5. When you see the word 'ECO-' in front of anything just RUN.... (Eco-Resort, Eco-hotel etc)

6. The currency feels like plastic and it probably is

7. You tend to be on day long bus rides to see something you have already seen before.

8. Its the only country with the foot-long penguins and you're not supposed to photograph them because they're camera shy

9. Theme parks are 'diet' versions of parks in the USA

10. If there were no opera house or an international air hub in Sydney.... no one would visit it.

11. A meal in a roadside restaurant is an arm and a leg and ironically its not of the chicken.. its yours

12. You can speak australian if you tied a heavy weight to your lower jaw

13. The only sport played and watched in Australia is Aussie rules football... no cricket, no rugby

14. Aussie coin denominations get bigger in size with reducing value

15. The Koala is NOT a bear. It's a marsupial belonging to the Kangaroo family and has a pouch too

16. The only place really worth visiting in Australia is Cairns and a coral island.. the only thing unique

17. The greatest manufacturing achievement of Australia (which they so proudly proclaim) is 'Vegemite'. A locally synthesized bread-spread developed by a half-mad scientist with an anorexic child. Not surprising then that it tastes like concentrated phenyle solution in chocolate gone bad. (not that i have tried that)

18. Australia is in recession.... well whatever they have as an economy is in recession

19. There are 'bicycle gangs' of the Mafia indicating that gasoline is expensive and unaffordable.

20. Australia is beautiful, but, if someone pays me to go to Australia again even with a 1st class upgrade..... I wont

An unapologetic apology for a boring tourist destination: Australia

2010-02-21T21:49:00.000-08:00

Folks, have you ever had a time in your life when you were little and had a monthly pocket money allocation from your parents. You decided to spend it wisely and saved it. Then one day an ice cream truck arrived at your doorstep and you went and bought a flavor that was colorful and new in his collection not minding the fact that it was expensive? only to find out that it tasted like nothing and you'd to throw it down the crap-bin? That was my Australia experience in a nutshell.

Before you read on you must be aware that I am particularly critical of holiday destinations that don't provide value for money or uniqueness or misrepresent what they actually are. I have also lived for six years in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, San Francisco and spent an awfully long time vacationing in the islands of Hawaii and in great city of Vancouver.

Start of Trip:

Melbourne:

Perhaps the most boring city of the developed world. This city has nothing to offer. The city tour takes you though a concrete jungle with nothing in it. Then they take you to the place where 'Vegemite' was made. Vegemite, as ive mentioned earlier is the only Australian produce of any significance. Some mad scientist with the objective of creating the 'food pill' (as seen in sci-fi movies where food is compressed into a tablet and consumed) for children. The result a horrible tasting bread-spread that could have been used in Guantanamo bay for torture. Besides this, the tour drops you off for long halts at the unimpressive botanical garden which has limited species of flora. So, at this time you are just killing time.

The next part of the trip is to get to the Philip Island to watch the Penguins. The trip begins at 7:00 AM because the drive is long. The bus driver is extremely enthusiastic about telling the passengers the nitty gritty details on these penguins. After about four hours of knowing where the penguins get their pedicures and massages to how much they charge for Lamaze classes you are bored out of your wits end and want to get the hell out of the bus. The end is not near though. You are escorted through a couple of pit stops for no explained reason before you hit the penguin beach. The phenomenon of penguins taking the cover of dark to quietly move back into their holes (homes) is unique. It occurs just at night fall and takes about 15 min to watch. Then reality sorta slaps you in the face. You just spent hundreds of dollars to ride a bus about 4 hours to see some penguins for 15 min. Then there's a penguin store, a penguin food court, a penguin gallery, a penguin blah blah blah before you are escorted to the bus and shown another Penguin movie on the way back to your hotel (another 3-4 hours).

If this wasnt bad enough we booked a tour to visit the 12 apostles. The natural rock/ limestone formations in the sea. Another day when your day starts off at 7: 00 AM and you spend infinite time in a bus. After a bunch of senseless pit stops called nature points you finally arrive at the 12 apostles only to find out that the best view is from a helicopter ride that is not covered in the tour. The helicopter ride is about 10 min and costs $ 100 (aussie money). I remember paying $ 150 for a 1 hour ride over the grand canyon. You realize that this is daylight robbery, but, have no choice. You have come this far, so, might as well go all the way. The helicopter ride shows you in 10 minutes something that's half as impressive at the grand canyon not to mention broken. I should have asked for some money back when I heard only 10 apostles are now standing :-)). That's it its all over. Then you're back on the bus traveling another 5 hours on the great ocean road to the hotel.

Cairns:

Perhaps the only place worth visiting in Australia. A very picturesque city with the great barrier reef that has a unique display of aquatic life that's worth seeing. Even if you are not a water person, there's lot to do in Cairns and surroundings. I would suggest the Kuranda village outing and the glider ride over Jacques coffee plantation.

Gold Coast:

Another scam of a city. Gold Coast is located south of Cairns and has an airport having very few flights in and out. Therefore your choice is to fly into Brisbane and take a train or bus or taxi to GC. Gold Coast is a theme park town. The main attractions are the Sea World, Dream World and Wet and Wild. As compared to the Sea World USA, this one is a joke, so, I wont even bother going there. The Dream World is a very very small version of Nickelodeon park, San Jose. We didn't bother going to wet and wild. Bottom line is that if you are going to Gold Coast for anything other than to tell friends you have visited another Aussie city, dont. There is nothing here. It just has a few very beautiful and very unsafe beaches.

Sydney:

This was perhaps the most disappointing of all cities in Australia. I thought it would be vibrant and lively, but, the city lacks character and is boring at best. Besides an opera house that looks like a practical joke and a bridge that is least bit impressive this city has nothing else to sport. I dont know why anyone would want to visit Sydney..... seriously.

Notes:

Shopping stores close at 5:00 PM or 5:30 pm depending on town. A very very retarded concept for a country that manufactures nothing and exports coal & uranium and whose major industry is tourism. Tourists like to shop in the evening.... I think so, but, that's just me.

Bottom line is that during our journey we found that there were racial overtures everywhere we went. People were rude and unfriendly in general (There were some very very friendly people as well). We had one incident with 20-somethings uttering racial slur at us thinking that this Indian family wont understand what they were referring to. Everywhere we went, a sense of discomfort was lurking in the air. Its a feeling Ive never felt in the USA or even in xenophobic European nations and one that made my entire family uncomfortable through the trip. Its something that is very unique to Australia. So, if you want to experience Racism in its true sense and you are not Caucasian then please visist this beautiful Island nation.

Bear in mind that a taste of Racism is also very expensive. A roadside square meal for four (2 adults + 2 kids) runs in three digit dollars and what's more its bad in taste.

If you still feel like visiting Australia, book an open ticket and take the extra flight to San Francisco. The USA is as boring, but, much much better than dark OZ land.

Air India : 5 stars

2010-02-21T21:46:00.001-08:00

Last night after hearing multiple horror stories about Air India's lack of performance I finally decided to take the risk and board them for my trip to the US and Europe. I'd heard a range of things from the planes being crappy to the service being crappy to fighting pilots and staff to late arrival departures etc etc.

First Impression: As I was dropped at the departure terminal I was immediately solicited by a suit wearing guy on whether I was flying air-india. After confirming the same, two dudes came along carrying my bags and my passport/tickets. I jumped a long line of people entering the terminal. I was assigned to a check-in clerk. The clerk filled out that stupid immigration form for me and gave me my boarding pass. She also tagged all my bags with my name and address. These two dudes escorted me through the security check point and into the lounge. In the lounge I met up with Begum Parveen Sultana who happened to be on the same flight going for a performance. The same two dudes returned to me picked up my baggage and escorted me all the way to nearly the door of the plane.

On Board: All planes belonging to Air India's International fleet for US and Europe are brand new Boeing 777 LR or ER's. These are very quiet and stable planes. The hostesses brought food and drink. They repeatedly kept asking me if I needed anything else. The moment my glass of water was a little empty they would refill it. Coffee and candy was on overload. Granted the movie selection was a little sub-par, but, hey, it was an overnight flight and a good flat bed goes a long way.

The flight left on time and arrived 10 min early at JFK.

On the way back too both flights were on time and with the great service.

So much for the rumors that float around our airline. I'm sure it has had its share of ups and downs, but, for people to to choose the lousy service of the world worst airline 'Lufthansa' over Air India is a tragedy of sorts. I know for a fact that most all airlines flying into India use the worst aircrafts in their fleet and the worst rated staff members for this route. Why should we be treated like second class citizens when we match and surpass the dollar we pay for these flights. This is a case of discrimination in the air.

Folks, join me in taking the Air India plunge and lets help them get out of trouble by helping us help them. Fly Air Inida... Jai Hind

Subway: The Anti-Jared way

2010-02-16T07:31:00.000-08:00

Subway: The Anti-Jared way

About four years ago Subway started their signature restaurants in India. Slowly and steadily and against popular belief they spread across the country. Today, most major cities have a few of them open in town and in the burbs. My first experience of a subway sandwich was very interesting. It wasn't as much of what I'd ordered, but, what some of the people over there were ordering that made my experience so special it was worth mentioning. To my delight I found that the turkey club that I so often ate in the US was available here too !! In fact, in a few months time I realized that the pile of turkey slices was only moving when I was arriving at the restaurant. When I ordered perhaps my tenth sandwich over a course of months I asked the cashier and he confirmed that I was the only one eating that sandwich. Which meant that the turkey slices were that much older than I thought. Anyway, after I was done ordering there was a couple who ordered two 6" sandwiches and I was hanging around while my combo was being made. I got just enough time to see what they were getting. They ordered a veggie sandwich with all the veggies..... great !! perhaps the best health snack. After all the veggies were stuffed into the sandwich the real tragedy began. It was as though the Jared in their brain kind of died. They went on to add a tub full of mayo, mustard, oil and vinegar followed by double the amount of cheese and a honey-mustard dressing. The husband was even more zealous and asked them to add some more of the sauces in his sandwich. After a while, the veggies looked very small in quantity as compared to the sauces. Then they took a table next to ours and a splurge of sauce mixture spilled through one end of the sandwich on the table. The woman muttered something and laughed at the incident. All through their meal they were telling each other how their sandwich was the best. I think I did a mental count of the number of calories in the sandwich and realized that my mental calculator didn't have enough spaces to store the number. If I were to eat one of such sandwiches I would starve for a week after gagging and throwing up the whole thing. Sorry for the picture, but, this was not the last one. Virtually every visit to multiple subways I've found people ordering the super fattening sandwich. Lovingly I've started calling it the Anti-Jared sandwich-- animal style :-)

Cheap Animations

2010-02-16T07:30:00.000-08:00

Cheap animations (in the news, the ship stuck example)

India has prospered very well on the technology front. There are a multitude of companies that have sprung up specializing in a lot of outsourcing work. One of the things they've gained some momentum on is animation. This comes on the lines of a lot of flash that's deployed in websites. Animation has become cheap to make and put wherever one needs it. It also gets on your nerves when its overdone. The other night I was watching TV and there was news about a small ship having lost course. The ship had been beached off the coast of Mumbai after hitting a rock and losing its propeller blades. This was due to heavy rains and stormy weather off the coast of Mumbai. Now, the camera teams could not get out there because this was in the middle of nowhere and was not accessible by road. So, the news reports coming out had an old antiquated picture of the ship that they managed to pick from the docks and scan into their systems. One of the news channels was more creative in their thinking. They picked up an animator and asked him to create an animation of a ship getting stuck in rock on the coastline. And then all mayhem broke loose. This story had very little to write/ speak on and it was a very slow news day. Soon enough the news sites started one-upping each other with their version of the graphic. Within a matter of minutes all the channels were flooded with this absurd and immensely annoying graphic of a ship going a few feet before getting stuck in rock !! This animation played on for hours together with the only worthy news of being reported for the day. That's pretty much what happens when you get something for cheap.

The Three unmarried sisters

2010-02-16T07:29:00.000-08:00

The Three Unmarried sisters

When I met my wife in a very romantic way at a common friends wedding my parents were invited at their place for dinner for the first time. As my dad walked through the narrow hallway of my would-be-wives building he noticed something peculiar. There was a board with the names of the residents on the wall. One of the names suddenly struck his mind that of Ms. Kulkarni (name changed). He'd remembered that name from nearly 30 yrs ago his Engg school days. He later recollected that it was the name of the university honor student (class topper) at his university (UDCT, Mumbai) and was displayed on a board in the school. Her name was very peculiar because women were not typically enrolled in programs such as Engineering and not only was she enrolled in the best programs in the country, but also a class topper of the same. My father was elated to know that the Kulkarni was a neighbor and expressed interest in meeting her.
The story of the Kulkarni sisters is unique not just to India, but, to the world. These were three sisters living in an apartment in Mumbai. Their ages 93, 89 and 87. The oldest one was a practicing doctor at 93. The middle one was also a teacher of medicine, but, not practicing due to health issues. The youngest one was the engineer whose name was on the board in UDCT. None of the sisters were married and that was one of the things unusual about them. They lived together in a small apartment in suburban Mumbai and hardly ever left the place for any reason other than work. All the sisters were very fair and beautiful looking in their day and age. Then there was the looming question about why they weren't married? There was speculation that they were gay. But that couldn't have been true because the youngest one was rumored to have had a long-standing affair with a co-worker that never materialized into marriage. The other rumor was that the first one didn't get married and the other two followed suit. Then after a certain age they all decided to stick together through old age and be there for one another without getting married. The third speculated reason was one that could be believed. They all belonged to one of the most shunned upon castes in India. Naturally, getting married inter-caste in a society deeply divided by caste was virtually impossible. I suspect they might have had rejections based on caste and perhaps vowed to never get married. Sadly enough last year, the oldest of the three passed away at 97 yrs of age. The youngest one at an age of 91 was doing the hospital duty for her. They had an adopted daughter that was helping out, but, they would refuse any help from anyone else. Their story is rather remarkable to say the least. The survival of single women in a culturally conservative society like India is virtually impossible. I've always wondered what kind of challenges they must have met in their lives and the days that they have seen both before & after independence from the British. Perhaps, I must go interview the youngest one soon to get my answers.

The Great Chinese liquidation sale

2010-02-16T07:26:00.000-08:00

The Great Chinese liquidation sale:

I take the train to work occasionally. Those that have been to Mumbai realize that the 1 million + a day carrier of people, the Mumbai suburban train network, as stinky and dirty as it maybe, is the lifeline of the city. . Fortunately, my train commute is very convenient. At a convenient time and against traffic, so, the words 'rush hour' don't really apply to my case. I recently took the train and when I got off at my destination station decided to not take the walk over-bridge and instead walk on the street parallel to the train station. This street used to be filled with small mom & pop type stores owned by people who have lived and worked there for ages. Instead I saw a very different sight. It was littered with little makeshift stalls selling tons and tons of crap. It was like entering a large clothes store on a liquidation day sale. One gets so overwhelmed for the first few minutes it takes a closer second look to decipher the objects on sale. And what a close guess that was. Ladies and Gentleman it was the great Chinese liquidation show. I walked towards a stall that displayed a multitude of watches and a few day-to-day use items. There was a box full of nail cutters and I was immediately reminded of the fact that we needed one for our home. So, I went on to enquire how much one cost. To my surprise the nail cutter, made of stainless steel cost Rs. 5.00 (US $0.10). It was so ridiculously cheap that bargaining was out of question although I'm sure if I'd bought two or more I would have scratched some off its already rock bottom price. I started to wonder how they would be able to afford selling something like a nail cutter for so cheap. Hailing from the industry I know steel prices have not dropped. Plus the fabrication costs and the transport/ logistics expense. So, how come the cost per unit was so low. After strolling through this street-side marketplace and picking up a charger for my phone and some other tidbits I retired in my office. I kept the nail cutter on my table and watched it closely. Suddenly, I realised it was made in China. Lo! that was the reason it was so cheap. I decided to investigate further. I asked some people who knew about imports from China (myself being one) and realized that every year China basically just dumps tons and tons of material into India. These are usually surpluses or out-of-style items or unwanted items or rejects. Container lots of these items are shipped from China every day and these containers are purchased by weight by poor countries like India. So, by now I was pretty sure that my nail cutter had made the journey from China to India in the same manner. It was just a weight 50 gms. If you put that into the equation it made sense. Bulk rolled stainless steel would be Rs. 150/ Kg~ 1000 gms. The nail cutter must weigh about 50 gms which implied Rs. 7.5 for the piece. Factor in the liquidation price (under invoiced) and you soon arrive at the figure of Rs. 2-3 per piece which meant that the guy was selling at a 100% margin ! Interestingly enough, every train station in Mumbai has such markets. Unfortunately, the fact that not a single Indian nail cutter manufacturer is alive and kicking today is testimony to the fact that this dumping of goods into the Indian market is going to be harmful to the Indian manufacturing sector. The Indian government took some measures to avoid this from happening. They introduced the anti-dumping duty or penalty. This meant that if any country was liquidating its stock by selling it below manufacturing price then they would be liable to pay a penalty that would make their business model un-viable. Unfortunately, this duty or penalty has not deterred the Chinese manufacturers that are desperate to dispose off their excesses. Apparently, they make so much money off the items sold in the west that this loss or hit is just a small cost of doing business. Any small percentage of the price recovered by liquidation despite the penalties is a bonus. Its quite amazing how China does business. These incidents took a rather serious and dangerous turn when a ship containing Chinese drugs was caught off the eastern coast of India. These drugs were brought into India under coal packaged to conceal them. There was no brand name and they were packed in bulk in bags and drums. I'm wondering how many of these drugs have made it by the system thus far and how many of them have showed up at my chemist as authentic looking counterfeits. Upon further enquiry I also learnt that many shipments from China containing these items are illegally disposed. There is no record of them. The whole transaction is done in cash. The containers (the physical containers) carrying this material are in such bad shape that they're also up for disposal to the buyer. These containers are used as steel or for making steel cabins which are makeshift offices for small companies. Very very interesting things happening around here.

A country deserves its politicians and movies

2008-12-10T21:56:00.000-08:00

Once years ago in a discussion with my father about how bad the movies in India are, he'd given me some wisdom on it. He'd said " A judge of a country's character is the movies they produce". At that time, I was not in complete agreement with this thought, in fact, I was almost inclined to disagreeing with him. I thought, how come a country like India with its educated folk and rich culture and heritage have movies with people dancing to music and running around trees (sorry Russell Peters)? The answer lay in the demographic of the people watching these movies. Urban educated folk in India continue to believe that they are the superior breed in the world. They often are completely disillusioned in that way because they never bother to step out of the comfort zone of their homes and their cities. Some Indians, often in foreign countries like the USA, tend to keep relishing the fact that they often do well and how their accounting skills and basics are so much better than the general population. This is a myth. Fact is that statistics don't lie. India still reels under the dark cloud of poverty and abysmal levels of illiteracy. If any of the people had ever bothered to step outside of their homes they would know that barely 50 miles from any developed city in any direction, the levels of intelligence, education and infrastructure are so poorly crumbling that they would rest their cases. Unfortunately, most of these urban people are perpetually exposed to the best of the best that can survive in the demanding environment of the city. And hence, they have this illusion of superior existence.

The same applies to movies. It is these folk that toil hard under adverse conditions to make ends meet that fill up cinema houses. They don't want to watch movies on serious social issues that engage their mind. They demand the song and dance sequences and the ridiculousness of mindless flicks to entertain them for three hours. Yes, three hours. That's how long Bollywood movies are. That in itself is a display of who the target audience is. A set of population that want value for money in the time spent at the theater and the apparent 'energizing' (a.la. Star trek) of their minds into a space of surreality. The problem with this reality was that the population that didn't want to watch this form of entertainment was forced to watch it. The funny thing was that when we'd come out of sheer disappointment after watching one of these movies, when the general population was interview in an exit-theater poll, they often responded in the positive and stated how they'd loved the movie. That whole thing baffled me until I realized the truth.

In much the same way, we also deserve the politicians. They are a direct reflection of the society and its social stature. So, any call to kill the politicians is not very valid or useful unless the society itself is subject to change. One has to remember that the politicians haven't dropped from the sky. We have been part of this process of their election. We have turned a blind eye when it comes to voting for them. Granted that the choices given to us have been between horse sh** and cow sh**, but, we have never bothered to challenge the system. This common unexplained sociological behavior is exhibited by many a populations irrespective of their culture and level of education. For instance, the US re-elected GW Bush despite seeing his spectacular record for the first four years. And it takes the scale of an uprising to challenge the incumbent just as Barack Obama did. Since we are vastly outnumbered in the general population (as per my first post 'Why democracy has failed us' ) the onus is on us to take the initiative and start this battle to make our system better.

Three weeks on: Back to square one

2008-12-09T22:55:00.000-08:00

Three weeks have gone by since the Mumbai attacks and we are nearly back to where we started. My younger son flashes his plastic AK-56 gun shooting down terrorists hiding in my bathroom while my older one chases their silver skoda in his radio controlled formula one Ferrari. Things have changed so much and yet so little. Restaurants are still unable to pick up demand. A Sahara Star buffet, usually full any day of the week, had two customers last week, Dnyanada and I. I couldn't help but derive some dry humor from this situation as I told the waiter as he dropped off the bread basket on our table: " So, we had to have a terrorist attack for you to get the bread basket before deserts". All New years events are curtailed or canceled. Eid celebrations are subdued or canceled. Most hotels are posting a sarcastic 'terror special' rate on their lodging facilities to attract customers. Sad as it sounds, it has been the inevitable reality for Mumbai, a city still reeling under the impact of the attacks.

Shamefully enough, the government and the media decided to move on. The media that was drying up with news on the attacks and had a savior in the bye-elections in a few states. Their creative juices started flowing in overdrive as they capitalized on some upset victories & defeats in those elections. The media floated pledges of honor and the cliche 'We will not forget' mantras which have now all dissipated into thin air. The same media that was airing public anger towards politicians have quickly turned around and are legitimizing their elections.

Whats worse is the politicians. With much pomp and valor, Sonia Gandhi with repeated missed swings of her blunt sword rolled the head of the always unnecessarily smiling stupid face deshmoorkh and brought in the savior Ashok Chavan, The minute he landed in Mumbai, the new CM had started speculating which 'Patil, Pawar or Kolte' he had to name in his cabinet. The same old story of caste and community politics unfolded right in front of our eyes. But, that was not the killer. The best part was Sharad Pawar reinstating Chagan Bhujbal as the deputy CM. With his hands still smelling of the stink of the telgi stamp paper scam for which he was disposed, he seems to be the best option that NCP has. The central government is no different. They had to put an intelligent man in the saddle of homeland security. One that comes up and says that he answered the call of duty in accepting his position otherwise he preferred calculators to carbines and guns.

These guys have learnt nothing. If anything, they have realized how weak we are. How we seem to have resigned to the fact that the same old political process would go on and that we would accept it eventually. Somehow, we have to find a way to remind them that of all people we haven't forgotten.

Ive realized that Bombay will probably never be the same again. I took a detour to south mumbai the other day and realized the reality of the attacks. That it wasn't some made for tv show that everyone watched for 60 hours. I realized that the attacks were all very real and those that lost their lives were also very very real.

Never forget

Failings of a Democratic state: Why Democracy fails us

2008-12-06T04:50:00.000-08:00

After the recent Mumbai attacks by terrorists, common people are out on the streets demonstrating and protesting about the apparent failure of the political system and the politicians in general in protecting the masses from such incidents. Almost every demonstrator was angry and frustrated and fed up over the lax attitude of carelessness that the politico's showed towards ordinary citizens. People have also raised anger over the establishment and elected officials and their misgivings and shady deals that have led to an almost non-existent crumbled mechanism of protection & security for the people.

Look deeper into the issue and you can see a common thread in all these protests. A majority of the signboards at these protests were in English. Most of them were typed in probably using power point on some PC and then printed and neatly displayed for everyone to read. A lot of the signboards were angry sarcastic pokes of humor at the politicians themselves. Although a BJP spokesman was chided for remarking that people with lipstick and suits don't represent the nation, that was what we saw at the protests. It was almost all middle to upper middle class people. So, where was the common man? Where is the protest from the common man? Where were the laborers? where were the minimum wage income earners who often pelt stones and burn effigies at such occasions? The answer is that they were missing from the process. There are several people out there in the city that are very very angry, but, could not be part of this process. Unfortunately, it is these people that elect the system in place.

India continues to have a huge number of people that live under the poverty line. These sets of population tend to be the 'blanket & black label' voters in our democracy. Come election time, the local casteist politician either pitches his caste against the opponent or just goes and buys blankets & alcohol for them. This way a majority of votes are just plain bought out. In this electoral class-warfare, the poor class wins as they represent majority of the votes in practically any constituency. Often elections are also rigged by transporting tons of migrants from another part of town or out of state into an area. Naturally, the product of such elections is the government that we see today. The governance is filled up of people who would be remarkable success stories financially since they often come to power and abuse it to their own good. These people are not only unqualified, they are detrimental to the development of our society. Their poor backgrounds devoid of education and qualification ensures that they have a zealous greed to succeed financially and enforce their power on others through their corrupt ways.

How can a democracy like India function when a majority of its politicos come from such backgrounds. How will it progress when their lack of vision cannot take the people anywhere. How? The answer is that they wont. I am of the belief that in any population, the majority of voters are idiots. These determine the fate of the other minority that are continually disillusioned by the thought that since they are the smarter ones, they are in control. Therefore, a democracy in a country like India is a failure in the longer run.

I can state an instance of our dear neighbor, China. Which has had a democratic-dictatorship of sorts. If these attacks had happened in China sponsored by Taiwan, they wouldn't be watching replays on TV. Chinese battleships would have littered the coastline of taiwan and cruise missiles would have been launched attacking them mercilessly. I am not saying that that is the right approach to solving the India-Pakistan issue, but, it has given them decisive leadership that can drive the nation towards an established goal. India is yet to design its goals as they remain shrouded and lost in its incapable, uneducated, corrupt leaders of its wholly illiterate masses.

Democracy fails us another time

India Chronicles Episode IX

2008-08-23T11:04:00.000-07:00

Street names change at Mohd Ali Rd: A chronicle of muslims in India The Fatterpaker sisters The best $20 you can spend (headset) Cheap animations (in the news, the ship stuck example) Subway: The Anti-Jared way The Mall experience: Guards, escalators, crowd Al Jazeera Overzealous parents in video arcades Caste & Reservations:: It is hard to not address an issue that has been looming on most American peoples mind and is almost synonymous with India. The 'caste system'. I dont claim to be a pundit on this issue, but, am decently read on this topic and have discussed it with an array of people to get their point of view and form an opinion. 60 mintues had aired a very disturbing documentary on this aspect of Indian culture a few years ago and that made me do some soul searching into the percieved realities that surround this issue. - Education BBC vs CNN quiz time and being direct about loss Comic book biases: Twinkle stereotypes Bollywood Migrating from WIndows to Linux and the Atheism analogy Millitancy in India Types of corruption Toothless measures (dry day)Character profile: Yesu chi aai The Alphonso

Status of Women Divine Intervention (Pictures of God everywhere) Happiness from within (Lonely America) Credit history (word of mouth) six degrees of separation Character profile: Pheroz Rudest people in the world Political posters (Its always who you know) Speeches (members of the dias) The 3 R's (Reading Running and Recreation)

Living with technology (misplaced priorities) Arranged marriage

India Chronicles Episode VIII

2007-11-12T07:56:00.000-08:00

Kashmir (The problem state):

While boarding on a rather dangerous adventurous trip to Kashmir a song that I recently heard was constantly humming in my ears. The song was titles 'Ab ke hum bichade to shaayad kabhi khwabon mein mile' , meaning, 'Now that we are parting, I hope we meet in dreams in the near future' and little did I realize that I was going to experience the embodiment of that song in Kashmir. So, what is this Kashmir that is being talked about so much in the news

Where is it:

It is the bordering state with Pakistan. A meager population and no significant economy to tip the scales it lies on the north west frontier of India. During the division of India into India and Pakistan in 1947 Kashmir remained a point of dispute and it remains unresolved until today. As a result there is no international border out there, just a line of control. To the west of the line of control is POK: Pakistan occupied Kashmir and to the east is IOK: India occupied Kashmir. To the north there is a small COK (China occupied Kashmir), but, for convenience sakes lets ignore that part for now. Historically Kashmir has been predominantly Muslim with a minority Hindu (upper caste) population.

Why its a flash point:

In 1947 when India and Pakistan separated, there was a dispute in four - five princely states on whether they should go into Pakistan or stay with India. Since Pakistan had declared itself a Muslim state, predominantly Muslim regions such as Hyderabad, Kashmir etc were on the decision scale on this issue. While a plebiscite was conducted in Hyderabad, there was no such vote in Kashmir. India's will to take Kashmir was more overwhelming since Nehru (the then prime minister) hailed from the state. He would, at no cost, lose his homeland to the Pakistani's. So, cleverly, India decided that the then Maharajah (who was a hindu) was the head of state and also unilaterally decided that he would have the authority to speak for the Kashmiri peoples. Obviously, the king was on the Indian side and annexed Kashmir into India. I would guess that the special amendment that gave Kashmir pseudo-independence was part of a deal brokered between India and the muslim leaders, so, they would stay in India. This deal gave no rights for India citizens to buy property in Kashmir !!! This was very baffling at the time as well, but, then that was the only resort for Nehru to gain Kashmir.

The 1990's:

In the 1990's when political tensions flared between India and Pakistan, the Pakistani government intentionally infiltrated the borders of Indian occupied Kashmir. They smuggled arms into fanatic jehadi territories and posed as friends of the Kashmiri people. The Pakistani governments support to the Kashmiri people was public and overwhelming. Even today, American arms are systematically smuggled into Afghanistan and then into places like Pakistan or Chechnya for instance. Bin laden and co are its biggest buyers. The black market for American arms is wide, expanded and out in the open. At times the arms they get are more sophisticated and newer than the ones with the armed forces. At this time, the highly educated elite Hindu Brahmins (upper caste people) of the region held all the high governmental and non-governmental positions. They were wealthy and were the self proclaimed elite of the region. This led to hatred for Hindu's in the region. The Kashmiri muslim youth was not sufficiently employed and the special status given to Kashmiris lead to their increased isolation from India. Elements from the Pakistani society found this as a great political agenda for elections. Their Indian counterparts responded in being. As it became an ego issue, the thoughts of Kashmiri people were ignored and a proxy battle between India and Pakistan began in Kashmir. Kashmir was in unrest as militancy increased with the call to freedom. At times the Kashmiris were divided between independence and seceding into Pakistan. They were unsure about the treatment they will be meted out if they actually joined Pakistan. The Indian armed forces went in full swing and crushed the insurgency in about 5 years time spending close to $ 1 MM a day on sustaining the army there. I was in Kashmir in 1992 when bombs were bursting everywhere and there was a shootout everyday, but, with my college brain and friends decided to return without getting to Srinagar, the capital city. In this time, all the Hindu's in Kashmir were murdered or forced to flee causing the most unwritten exodus from Srinagar into India.

How was it now:

When we decided to tour the area we were told by all the tour companies that they take about 8-9 tours to the state every day. We were inspired by this figure and since there was no major insurgency going on, decided to venture in. From the time we landed, there was a feeling of arid strangeness about the place. You could clearly recognize that this region had been through so much. There we no tour companies that we could see at that time. At the hotels that we stayed, people told us that they had been occupied by the army for 10-12 years when the insurgency was at its peak. At times, the hotels had also had shootouts and attacks due to the same reason. The visible scars onthe amenities in the rooms showed the kind of wear and tear that a war torn ravaged area shows. There were troops everywhere. Every soldier was heavily armed with an automatic weapon and/ or assault weapon. The conspicuous presence of the soldiers was both comforting and unnerving. It was a grim reminder to us that fighting can break out here anytime. I talked with one of the soldiers in one marketplace and asked him about insurgency and his response was that nothing had happened there since they were taking 'care' of the people. He, in fact, pointed me to this middle-aged man sitting in a cafe nearby and told me that in the next few weeks he was going to dissapear in the near jungles as he had gone overseas for training. (Pakistan for insurgent activity and financing).

We also had to pick the best day to land in Kashmir. Oct 27th, the commemoration of the Indian army's arrival in the state. This was celebrated by the armed forces and a total strike was called by the people. From a nature perspective, Kashmir has the charm of an untouched landscape. The volcanic Himalayan mountains are pristine with clear glacier water flowing through them. Global warming has also affected some of the glaciers as they have melted to move away from the foothills. As a result one has to climb a little to get a glimpse of them. The three cities we visited were wonderful from a photographers angle. The people we met were subdued and fatigued. Almost all the people I talked with (openly) wanted independence from India. Through years of struggle and poverty and a decade of military suppression and aggression, the people's resolve had only grown stronger.

The love and hate relationship:

The Kashmiri people want Indian imports of apple, saffron & wool, the three primary produce of Kashmir. They also want the indian economy to pour in tourism dollars into the state and yet they don't want to be part of India. The mind is at battle with the heart.

The Iraq analogy:

In many ways the Kashmir situation is like the Iraq for the US. The army cannot leave a disabled state and risk years of their work go to waste let alone let the insurgents win. The army cannot stay forever and spend tax dollars without result. The situation is a bad quagmire of the worst kind.

The solution:

The solution according to me is very simple. It's not as complicated as clashing ego's might claim to be. 'Leave Kashmir'. Let is get its independence. How difficult was it for the USSR to split. If states behave like independent entities, its time for mature societies to part ways. An independent Kashmir will be treated like an orphan by Pakistan and India will put an embargo on tourism and imports. The Indian economy is bustling so much that tourists prefer Switzerland anyways. The mountaneous north also offers similar attractions which are now thronged by tourists. In other words, India will not miss Kashmir for any reason since they can surely live without saffron, wool or scenic mountains. An independent Kashmir will die within months without India as Pakistan has increasingly moving towards complete millitary anarchy under musharraf.

Me:

Im an atheist and a non-nationalist. To me, all faith is blind faith in obsolete values and virtues that are negotiable and unsustainable in the modern world the foundations to which are crumbling with education and the realization that science always sufficiently contradicts the miracle believers. Lines drawn in sand that constitute international borders are nothing but that... lines drawn in sand and lets not forget that. They are just 'LINES DRAWN in SAND' with our own hands. There are no nations in this world. These are politically created entities for rule of law and nothing else is the truth. Arguments on faith and disputes on land end with peace no matter how long they might continue or how many people have to die in the midst. So, why try to get along.

India Chronicles Episode VII

2007-02-01T01:16:00.000-08:00

Lost on time:

My apologies for not writing in sooner. I got a few hints over email that it was time to update my blog, but, I was struck with a very personal crisis of sorts in the last quarter of 2006. So, I had more important things to address over updating my blog. Here comes the first episode of 2007.

Rudest people in the world

Last month a survey published by the Forbes magazine rated Mumbai’s people as the ‘Rudest people in the World’. There were a lot of flaws in the poll as experts were quick to point out, none of the Chinese cities were surveyed. They just conveniently chose to ignore the most populous country in the world. Anyway, I do think that the angle from which the poll was taken might have concluded accurately. Mumbaiites are probably the rudest people in the world, but, on the incorrect scale of measure. We do not have etiquette for wishing people every now and then. We do not have etiquette for offers of help or offering help or thanking people. We are so reliant on the English to teach us that that we have adopted the English words in the etiquette conveniently. So, for example, no one ever says ‘Suprabhat’ for it’s much more hip and convenient to say ‘Good Morning’ or even ‘Dhanyawaad’ since it’s easier to say ‘Thank you’. For some reason, through history no one taught us etiquette in the western respect. I have often wondered why it hasn’t really caught up here and have concluded that people take others for granted most of the time. If I open the door for someone I don’t expect a thank you for that although I must admit one thrown my way occasionally makes me feel good for a moment. Simply putting it, we don’t believe in the science of etiquette in the western sense.

Political posters (It’s always who you know)

At every street corner irrespective of the size of the city or the time of the year or the year itself one notices these painfully obstructive obnoxious political hoardings. India has several political elections at different levels. There’s the federal government election, the local state government elections, the governor elections, the local municipal corporation elections and others. So, in India, we are voting most of our lives and that too voting for people we know are not going to be any different than the one whose face is printed next to him. What happens as a result is the continous production of political posters. These political posters carry subliminal messages and are very hireachial in nature. For instance, for a local municipal election, if you represent say the republican party in the US here is how the election time poster will be printed. It will be about 20 feet by 40 feet in size, so, it is capable of dragging rain clouds and convert them into rain. On top will be the pictures of Bush & Cheney, just below them would be Rumsfeld, Ashcroft, John McCain etc. Below those in a separate line will be the faces of Rudy Giuliani, Schwarzenegger and the likes. Below those would be the pictures of the local guys of lesser importance and then in the bottom most lines there will be the brown nosers and donors. At any time, so many pictures are cluttered in any election poster that the political party symbol and the actual candidate is lost in the midst. To avoid this confusion, they sometimes print the candidates photo in the middle of the poster with a bright aura behind his head. On other instances, they blur the others and keep the candidates picture in the clearest focus. The worst thing about these posters aside being really really ugly is the fact that there is no ownership to them. There is no real accountability towards the installation and removal. Someone usually plants these things during the course of the night and they are never removed. They are taken down by some accident or by the breeze. They form an unfortunate and ugly part of all skylines. Ironically, no one protests over them due to fear of political backlash.

Speeches (members of the dias):

Indian’s are rather poor at public speaking and that’s mostly because they tend to lack a sense of humor. Hardly many people try to make their speeches light and funny or even try to add a note of humor in their words. It’s unfortunate that this is the case and hence, I mostly avoid public speeches entirely. One of the sacred elements to public speaking is an unbroken and very annoying tradition that has been practiced for years by every single speaker. The tradition of referring to every single person on a stage. If you have more than one keynote speaker and to that add your endnote speaker, you will have four or five speeches at any ceremony that will begin in this way. “Respected Chairman of the committee Mr XYZ, Respected Asst. Chairman Mr ABC, Asst. to the Asst Chairman Mr. RTY, Member of the board Mr. HGY, Coordinator of the something Mr. KLM, Local politician Mr FTU, Local social worker Mr. SDF, organizing committee members, members of the society & my dear friends” !!!! Every single speech including the vote of thanks has to begin with a reference to everyone on the stage. They are never clubbed together in the speech. At a recent ceremony I attended, I actually took the time to count how many minutes each speaker was spending on this aspect and to my surprise it was on an average three. There were 6 speakers and cutting this crap could have easily shaved 20-25 min off the whole boring ordeal… Get a hint Indians.

The flight to Bangalore:

I visited Bangalore, the Information technology capital of India yesterday. There was nothing special about the flight until I got to the airport. There were two flights departing from the terminal I was in. One was bound for Delhi and the other for Bangalore. There was a mix of the hip townie crowd and a bunch of sobers. As soon as the delhi flight took off all the cool dressed people were gone and what was left behind was a whole load of programmer stereotypes. I don’t generally like to stereotype people who dress like their profession, but, this was one instance I could not ignore. A typical programmer, Indian programmer, is usually from southern India, has a dark thick moustache, marginally graying full head of firmly combed and lightly oiled hair, a beer belly, a pair of jeans, unsuitably white pair of sneakers and a T-shirt that loudly & clearly proclaims what company they work for. Note that this is usually always a T-shirt and almost never a polo shirt. Those cheapie programmers cannot afford the more expensive variety (sorry). Anyway, the flight that I was on had a zillion of them. One dude was flashing his Veritas shirt while the other was flashing the Oracle one, one was sporting his IBM shirt while another was flashing his Aviva. It was like a race and my Michigan State University shirt was losing out rapidly. I just could not compete with them. I later realized what these people were doing in Bangalore. I visited this city nearly 20 years ago and in these years as with most other Indian cities, things are out of control. Huge malls surround you when you walk on the street, massive traffic snarls are commonplace and a distance measured in time. I think the city is so polluted that they display the ppm of oxygen in every breath of air you consume. I happened to be lucky to live near an IT park. Driving down the street to my customers place was like driving on 236 towards San Jose. Every company known in the bay area had a massive campus in Bangalore’s IT park. I was amazing to see how much money & confidence these people had poured into Bangalore in these last few years. It seemed to me that if you are an IT company that setting up a shop in Bangalore was not a choice it was a necessity. Having granted tons of open land, these American firms from the Intel’s to the Dell’s from the Aavaya’s to the Zenith’s had set up massive campus sites each rivaling their US sites. So much has changed in Bangalore since the last time I visited.

The Red lounge

India boasts of having the largest movie industry in the world, Bollywood. Bollywood is based in Bombay and it produces about 1200 movies a year, about 400 more than its nearest rival Hollywood. It also boasts of a reach that is about three times that of Hollywood. Bollywood movies are watched from Turkey to Indonesia, from Russia to South Africa, by Indian and local audiences. They just haven’t crept the Atlantic as of yet. Out here the superstars are names like Amitabh Bachchan & Shah Rukh Khan, names that you won’t hear in the US. Anyway, to compliment the biggest movie industry was the novel invention called the ‘Red Lounge’. Aptly named from its Red-light'sh color scheme, it is part of the fanciest theatres in town. The ticket prices are about US $ 10 per seat and believe me they are worth the experience. It can be considered every movie-goer’s dream come true. The theatre is filled with about 200 lazyboy recliner chairs. Yes, the ones in the first class of aircrafts. Sometimes, they have individual seat speakers to provide the extra oomph in sound effects. There is a whole dining tray assembly on your seat which holds drinks, coffee and popcorn. An usher takes your order for popcorn & drinks at your seat and brings it there during the progress of the movie. The seat reclines to become a bed if the movie is that boring. The ushers also provide you with fleece blankets if you get too cold. You can also special order stuff at your seat. We like the red lounge because it serves three purposes. Not only is it the best way to watch a movie, it provides for a comfy bed in case the movie turns out to be boring. Indian movies are generally about three hours long and if the movie turns sour in the first hour, trust me, by the end you are pulling your eyelashes one by one and enjoying the pain instead of watching the movie. It also serves as a kid friendly theatre. They sleep for hours on the lazyboys and are not disturbed by the Dolby surround thumps at all. I forgot to mention, since the movies are so long there is an intermission about half way down. It’s a half time of any sporting event where people are allowed to stretch, walk out for some fresh air or buy some more fattening popcorn. The Hindi movies are severely criticized for being too long, too censored and too fake. While all these allegations are true, they tend to entertain a large subset of the populations in many countries that have a taste for these things. Hindi movies are very G rated or at the most PG-13. There is never any form of nudity and hardly any kissing. Swearing is also very rare. As they like to describe it, it is wholesome family entertainment. You could be caught thinking how these people make gangster movies without nudity, swear words and violence. I have noted that if the story is really strong and is supported by powerful acting & a well written script, you really don’t need these things to be convinced that a gangster is a gangster in a movie. It probably becomes a little unnatural at times, but, it isn’t impossible to make a movie without these aspects and yet keep it near real. The standard of movie making has improved significantly over the last ten years. Hindi movies have now started addressing more serious closer to life topics instead of filming PG-13 versions of girls gone wild.

Stuck in Musical times (music then and now)

Have you ever taken a record and put the needle exactly where you’ve wanted it? Have you been able to repeat that once? Several times in succession? Well, Indian’s have; and Im talking about musical tastes. It is the one thing that reminds me of when I was in India nine years ago. The music that was played in clubs, in stores, in shopping malls & in public places is still the SAME !!! It’s like I never left this place or this place reset it’s musical taste to exactly one point in time in history every two years or so.They still love Bryan Adams here and ‘Please forgive me’ or ‘Everything I do’ are still the most popular numbers played on radio. It’s bizarre how and why Indian’s refuse to move out of the pre-1997 era. It isn’t that other artists aren’t available on CD’s. It’s just that this population finds it hard to experiment with what’s worked for them. I’m planning on introducing gangsta rap this new year. I’m sure Ill be the most unpopular DJ in town.

India Chronicles (1st Anniversary) Episode VII

2006-08-30T00:04:00.000-07:00

Some changes to my blog:

I will be posting in parts. Often I have collected huge amount of information and a lot of time passes by between my collection/ assimilation and expansion of those topics. I tend to forget the finer points that I wanted to write about, so, I will be posting one or two paragraphs as and when I've written them. Secondly, if you are reading this, please register yourself for a notification for when the blog is updated. That way I don’t have to spam your account with notifications every now and then.

Thank you

Keep the comments coming

Me, then & now (a year on)

28th July marks my one full year of return to India. My vital signs are the same. I had gained a couple of lbs over the course of the year and shed a few as well. As a self analysis, I would say I have become angry and bitter also happier at the same time in a strange way. I am angry at the gross inefficiencies, superstition & the government that exist here and happier to be back home close to friends and family (Ironically most of my friends are in the US). The other day I took some time to reflect on the first year of return and had no regrets about the relocation. I also realized that with the Americanization of Indian metro's it is easier for people to relocate and it gets easier with every passing year. I would have been devastated if I'd returned a few years earlier or mostly the time when high speed internet did not exist here :) since my wife has concluded that that's all I need to survive more than food and water. Time has passed by very quickly almost too quickly for my comfort. I work six days a week since the Indian private sector doesn’t afford a five day week even though very little ever gets done on Saturdays. I have gotten incredibly busy mostly learning things about the Chemical Industry and revisiting some of the fundamentals of Chemistry after being out of touch for so long. Some of the values I bring to the table right off the bat are discipline, persistence and to some level professionalism in communication and the marketing façade to the customer. I have found that most western customers of ours have found it very comforting that an ‘American’ is talking to them. Not to draw racist connotations to this truth, it is usually perceived that an American person can be related to easily with than a non-American one. I have often been on marketing calls to Europe and the US where they have felt like I was lying in telling them that I was calling from a company in Bombay.

Getting back on track (blasts)

A ton of you asked for my wellness through the terrible blasts on the tracks in Mumbai. I think I've responded to each and every one of you. Thank you for your concern. The blasts came home when a friend of my wife was directly affected by it. She was listening to music on her ipod when a deafening noise came about. She was in the first class 'ladies only' car when this occured. The first class unisex car is the one next to it. Suddenly, a spew of metal and blood was everywhere as they were getting pushed out of the running train. The train screamed to a halt with the emergency brakes as she fell on the adjacent tracks with panicing people trying to run away from the train. She managed to escape an oncoming train that was about to run these people over and into the safety of a street. The tremors of this incident were so graphic and long lasting that she fell ill and still has haunting memories of the bodies that she saw. Another person, a friend of the family was not as fortunate as his friends identified his hand (bracelet & watch) since it was all they could find.

Terrorism struck another blow on the people that least deserved it, the poorest of the poor taking the trains to their livelihood. Ironically, the trains were back on schedule 4 hours later and the spirit of Mumbai getting back on tracks was elaborately discussed across talk shows. The underlying aspect of 'no choice' was not discussed by anyone. For many a people that reside in suburbia, the train is the only way to livelihood. Even if attacks like these were to frequent, these people would take the trains since there's no other choice. Today, the people have shrugged these acts as though nothing has happened. A few CCTV camera's have been installed at places, but, people still commute with the scare that it was really easy for the terrorists to plant these bombs and it probably will be again. Millitancy has a long history in India and it goes deep into how divided our borders are.
In a chapter next week I will be writing on many perspectives on terrorism and how it has affected the Indian people.

Kaalnirnay calendar

Everybody loves calendars especially when they come around the holidays & new year and when they are free. The Hindu calendar is a lunar calendar. After being ruled by the English, the solar calendar has set itself into our culture here. So, this begs the question of how we preserve these old customary and traditional holidays and days of observance whilst not losing track of the modern day schedule. The answer, Kaalnirnay. A kaalnirnay is the single greatest example of scope creep. This is one confusing document as to start with as it superimposes the lunar calendar on a solar one. To add to this confusion, India, being a secular state has to observe all religious holidays. As a result, to remain appealing to all faiths, this calendar incorporates the religious and other holidays of people of other faiths as well. So, a typical Kaalnirnay calendar will have the hindu lunar calendar superimposed on the solar one with sikh, zoorastrian, islamic, christian, jewish, buddist and jain holidays in it. Since holidays are marked in red, every month is splattered by red. It feels like the whole month is a holiday. Every one of these faiths seem to have their own new year, none of which coincide with Jan 1st !! So, now, you have 7 or 8 types of new years every year, each one being a national holiday. You may ask how many holidays do we have in general then? The answer is simple and the different for the private and public sector. The private sector is required to allocate the standard 13-14 national holidays, however, the government institutions cannot legally give preference to one religion over the other. As a result, through a consensus a few years ago, the government has instituted 65 national holidays a year. That in addition to the personal and sick leave that one gets. As a result, one could work about 200 days a year if you add saturdays and sundays in the mix. No wonder the efficiency of our public sector is unaddressed. You can check out this phenomenon at http://www.kalnirnay.com

The 3 R's (Reading Running and Recreation)

I enjoy the routine of exercise. I have gotten into the habit of running in the mornings and manage to squeeze in a workout every now and then as well. As a result, I think, I am in the best shape of my life in years. I do manage to read a book every now and then and that is besides the enormous amount of news and information I get from my daily browsing on the internet. We also take recreational trips to local places and sights on occasion. I have realized that these are the three fundamental ‘R’s ‘that virtually no one in India does. In any random crowd in the US you are bound to find at least one person who has run a marathon, hiked a peak, camped, read a book in the last month or one that exercises frequently. In India, that isn’t the case. Camping and outdoor activities are out of the question. When I run, I run alone, be it outside or on the treadmill in the gymnasium of my apartment complex. The gym lay sadly deserted most of the time. None of the people I meet ever carry a book around and virtually no one reads on public transit either. And Sidney Sheldon novels are not reading in my dictionary. The general life expectancy of the population is about 62 years for men and 65 for women which is miraculous considering the obnoxiously imbalanced diet that the affluent class consumes. Rich deep fried frankies (wraps) and sugary balls dipped in syrups of sugar are staple diets for many a people. It’s actually frightening to observe how significantly these people depend on their genes to survive. Sedentary lifestyles will result in a breakdown of this notion of genetic immunity as heart disease will emerge over the next few years. What’s scarier is the fact that nearly a fifth of the world’s population is not getting enough physical and mental stimulation to be better citizens of tomorrow.

Divine Intervention (Pictures of God everywhere)

In lieu of the forthcoming Olympics, China has levied a stern notice to all the spitters in town (Beijing). If you are caught spitting in public, you will be fined and could be arrested. It’s one of China’s stern measures to make the city look beautiful for the thousands of tourists that will visit during the Olympics. They have also set up spittoons to be reasonable with the masses. In India, the habit is very ugly and perhaps as ugly as in China. In China, the overwhelming amount of spit might come from tobacco consumption, but, in India there are several variants of it. Tobacco is consumed through modes other than direct consumption and these are in the form of flavored nuts, beetle leaf mixtures (popularly known as paan) and other mixtures of fennel seeds or tobacco coated consumables. These little shampoo sachet sized packets contain a single dose of tobacco that’s supposed to keep the consumer high for a while. Mostly, the socially and economically backward strata of society consume these things. This strata of society also uses a lot of public infrastructure like public transit etc etc and hence the spit from these people lands up in the public domain. Everywhere you look there are streak marks of spit. In offices, on the street, in trains, in parks almost everywhere. It is the single most disgusting and disturbing sight of a third world nation. The civic corporations wouldn’t install spittoons because they would get stolen overnight. They had imposed some toothless measures to curb this habit, but, all of them bowed to the political pressure exerted from the manufacturers of these tobacco products and failed. Finally, when humans couldn’t do it, GOD had to intervene. Some smartass came up with the idea of manufacturing floor and wall tiles that had images of one of the three million gods on them. These tiles were put on the walls where there was maximum likelihood of a person spitting. Lo!! They worked like magic! Soon, pictures of Jesus, the Mecca, The Buddha also sprang up on tiles. No one wanted to spit on god!! At least the privatized spaces would remain spit free. This was the only occasion in my life when I was seriously thinking of quitting atheism.

Rain water harvesting (That's water you fools)

The security guard in my building told me this morning to fill up water containers at home since there would be no water from the municipal water supply through the day. This was not due to any planned maintenance outage or some sort of mishap on the water lines, there just wasnt enough water. When I took a peek outside, rain was gushing down from the skies like there was no tomorrow. wait wait wait a minute..... let me type that again 'rain was gushing down the skies like there was no tomorrow'. Yes, its true, I would hold a glass of water with a funnel made out of magazine covers and I could have a tumbler full of pure drinking water in five minutes. But wait.... is it ok to drink rain water? Arent there birds that poop from the sky?? This is a true story. There is an acute water shortage throughout the year across the metro of Mumbai as across other metro's too. This shortage can be attributed to lack of futuristic civic planning, out of control population growth and an uncontrolled influx into the cities. The water system designed to feed a million people is now feeding twelve million instead. It is bound to fail. Recently, a specialist in rain water harvesting was sought after by the local municipal corporation to present proposals on how this water scarcity can be nullified at least during the rainy season. There were no takers!!

In the meantime I found another similar absurdity as I took a road trip to nearby Gujarat. Along the sidewalk there were women and children walking with finely balanced water containers stacked over their heads. They would stack four to five of them on their heads and walk for miles to bring home precious potable water. Ironically, they were walking in what would be about 1 inch of rain in a day that was pouring down around them. When questioned, they told me that they had to walk to the nearby village 5 miles to get drinking water from a well that the government had dug. When asked as to why they were not storing rain water, they said they had no way to store it!!! My argument that the average intelligence of any society is a constant and is the same as any other society held good here. I’ve seen the smartest programmers & intellectuals in the cities and then there were these people at the other end of the spectrum. I would think the average of their intelligence would be where our country stands.

Kinds of Voicemails

The concept of voicemails is very limited to a few metro areas. Although India's population is expanding wider than the smile on TO's face, only 7% of the total population is connected by the phone line (of any form). Those connected in the cities are heavily connected as well. So, in a land with such little telephone culture, the concept of voicemails has not sunk in yet. Hardly anyone uses the available voicemail facility from their service providers and setting one up is not the easiest job since you have to get transferred to the one guy that works in the entire phone company that knows anything about setting one up. Immediately upon procuring a phone connection, I natually set up voicemail on all the mobile and land lines. About 1/2 the people that called us on any phone line knew what an answering machine was and the rest left curious voicemails. Here is a typical voicemail

Answering Machine: Hello you have reached..... pls leave message after the beep. BEEP

Caller: Hello, hello heeellllloooooooooooo, heeellllllloooooooowwwwwwwww

Caller: kya chal raha hein (what's going on)

Caller: (to a person next to them): abhi abhi baat kar raha tha (sounded like he was talking)

Caller: Lagta hein kaat diya (looks like he disconnected it)

Caller: sunai nahi de raha hein lagta hein (I think he cannot hear me)

Caller: heeelllloooooooooooooo, are you there? Why aren’t you speaking

It is amazing to note how many such messages are on my machine that is almost identical to one another. Another breed of people calling us is the technology handicapped senior citizens and their voicemails are like:

Caller: hello hello hello, I hate this

Caller: These kids from today have no discipline

Caller: They are never at home and then this stupid machine comes up

Caller: What do I say eerrrr ummmmm aaahhhhh psssss ummmmm ummmmm

Caller: Call me, I’m your uncle from Indore call me that’s it SLAM

India Chronicles Episode VI

2006-06-27T23:34:00.000-07:00

First, I want to thank all the readers and those that have provided me feedback on my posts. I want to inform those that have asked questions on the posts anonymously that I cannot respond to the email address that they come from. Please email me separately at bandodkar@gmail.com in order for me to be able to respond to your questions.

Enjoy

The Compounder:

Most educated households in India have a doctor within the family. As a result, going to a physician is a rarity unless you have to visit a specialist. I have hardly ever had to visit the doctors office in this country. Aside from the fact that there is no health care let alone managed health care, doctors aplenty open shop on every corner treating a variety of illnesses. The definition of health care is how well you yourself care for your health with your own money. In other words, some health insurance instruments do exist, but, they cover too little and pay too little when it comes to covering for health costs. The concept of a doctors visit is very different here as against the US. Medication is based on diagnosis and interaction with the patient as against tests. I remember my first doctors appointment in the US when a ton of blood was sucked out of me and chemical tests were run on it as I was dressed in a funny gown. No one talked to me or bothered to ask me if anything was wrong with me. Everything had to be written in a multiple choice questionnaire, most of whose answers were very binary (yes & no types). It was as though I was in a carwash and all I needed to do was specify the car I was driving, roll in the radio antenna and select the type of carwash before entering. In India, diagnosis is done by interacting with the patients. The doctor here at times yells at you for being overweight or being clumpsy with your health. I was sternly and firmly warned to not stay up at night watching TV. Diagnosis is the essence of medicinal treatment and it has been completely replced by mechanization in a letigious society like the US where all doctors are worried they would get sued for wrongly treating the patient. Mis-diagnosis occurs and occurs frequently, but, there is something about the human element when the doctor tells you in person with a pat on your shoulder "everything is ok with you, just take these 3 times a day".

What I actually wanted to relate was the spate of a set of species called the compounders. Over the years, the Indian drug industry has matured. Back in the good old days, there were no tablets and if there were, there were compounders that would prepare mixtures, slurries etc for the patients to consume. The compounder was a semi-qualified intelligent college grad that could understand the preparation of mixtures in proportions. The modern day version of this person in the US is the pharmacist. Every physician had a compounder and it was important that you had a good relationship with this dude if you wanted to get your meds on time. The compounders scheduled appointments with the doctor and acted as the receptionist and a telephone operator. Since drugs started pouring into the market all packaged and labelled and even emulsified when needed, the compounder became nothing more than a receptionist and for the doctor, a cost center, a liability. Within a span of a few years, a ton of compounders were laid off filling the job market with these supposedly experience, unqualified semi-professionals. They could not land jobs because they didnt have a degree in medicine and most could not transition to an equal paying job and resorted to becoming receptionists and other low profile positions. Some rebels however took a novel approach. They relocated to villages and became quacks or should I say 'half quacks'. They saw an opportunity in the fact that doctors often over charge for treatment on common ailments like cough, cold, flu and some minor infectious diseases. They started undercutting into the doctors market. This still happens illegally as these semi-quacks prescribe medication to poor people who cannot afford a visit to the doctor. It works most of the time when it's the equivalent of OTC self druggable illness, but, at times as in the case of a security guard at my friends place, it has drastic effects. This person took medication from one such quack and had a bad allergy and had to be admitted to the hospital. In the end, he landed up paying way much more than a doctors visit. These risks are known to everyone that goes to these semi-quacks and the risk is assumed by the patient.

Time(pass): keeping watches fast or slow:

One of the wierdest practises that comes from not having much respect for time, is the habit of keeping your watch fast or slow. No one on the street here will tell you the accurate time without telling you what time it really is. I think the habit emanates from a need for tardiness that people lack. Most people tend to keep their watches ahead of actual time and psychologically convince themselves that that new time is the actual time. So, at exactly 4:00 PM, they will set their watches at 4:10 PM. If you ask people the time, they will usually respond after a long pause. This pause is for recollecting how much ahead of 'actual' time they have set up their watches and then subtracting that from the time that the watch shows. Extreme cases of this phenomenon are people like my aunt who have absolutely no regard for time whatsoever. She usually tends to keep her watch and clocks about 20-25 min ahead of time in order to make it in time for some appointment. I almost freaked out seeing her clock one day for I thought I was going to be miserably late for a meeting.

The other side of this story is of those people that keep their watches running behind actual time. I have never understood this breed of people and the logic behind keeping watches behind actual time. In these cases, the best case scenario would be that you would run late to your appointments every single time. I guess the fact that they have to hurry up for every appointment gives them an adrenalin rush or they are just comfortable with the reputation of being fashionably late everywhere.

An interesting variation of this concept is what I call the 'catch up time'. See this is far more complicated than adjusting time ahead or behind accurate time. The catch up time goes something like this. If you have a clock or watch (which many people do here) that falls behind in time, then you have three options: 1. Replace it (expensive option), 2. Repair it (usually no warranty, so may not be viable) or 3. Adjust it to catch up time. What these people do is they adjust the watch/ clock to run 15 min ahead of time and follow the rate at which the watch falls behind over a course of time. So, for example, if I set such a clock at 9:15 AM when the actual time is 9:00 AM, I have set it to run 15 min ahead of real time. Then, I observe it every hour or two hours and compare it with the reference of a properly functional time instrument. I then start to memorize the rate at which it falls behind and get used to the calculation. Within days I become an expert at telling the time using this method. The downside is that you have to readjust this clock/watch to run 15 min every day at a fixed time of reference, 9:00 AM being it in this case.

Daytime running lights

I tried this for a few days with showers looming over Mumbai and I think Im going to give it up. My vehicles in the US did not have compulsory daytime running lights, but, If I did and if I'd imported them here, I would be going crazy. The concept of keeping your car lights running in daylight is incomprehensible to people here. My father thought I was retarded when I told him that I was keeping them on on purpose. Anyway, everywhere you go with daytime running lights, there is a code for your fellow passengers to inform you of the folly. At times, the on coming traffic will flash their high beam at you as an indication and on other occassions they will make a hand sign. This hand sign looks like you are trying to desperately open a large door knob and it isnt opening. The fingers twril around repeatedly around the knob indicating that your lights are on. On other occassions, they just point a finger at your headlamps assuming that you will get it. Nooooooooooooo people, I want to keep my lights on during the day.... please leave me alone. I think I am getting better at ignoring these people now.

The Bell rings:

I dont want to stake claim as being a pampered pricess, but, cheap labor has it's spoils in India. The downside of this is that these laborers are constantly coming to your place to do something. Here is a sequence of events every day that make our door bell ring

Ring 1: Newspaper dropped

Ring 2: Cook for breakfast

Ring 3: Car keys for cleaning

Ring 4: Cleaning lady

RIng 5: Milk delivery

Ring 6: Car key return after cleaning

Ring 7: Maid for children

Ring 8: Driver for car keys

Ring 9: School bus

Ring 10: Trash collection

Aside from these routine rings, there are courier, TV cable bill, Credit card bill delivery, pizza, the cleaning lady for phase II of cleaning., water bills, electricity bills, society circulars, activity circulars, notices, pest control, home delivery of shopping etc etc etc

Kite flying:

This is a chapter that I intended on completing in fall, but, accidentally left out. The kite flying culture of India is unique. It is recreational to start with, but, mostly fiercely competitive once you know how to fly one. According to legend, the kite flying tradition came with the Islamic rule from Persia & Mughal invaders of the early part of the last millenium. A lot of the kite making industry is thus owned and operated by Muslim people. The kites are simple in design. Actually, there is just one design, the conventional kite, the one shaped like, well.... a kite (diamond). Fundamentally, a kite is made of two sticks and a diamond shaped paper with the sticks intersecting at the middle of the square. They do not produce well balanced kites here, so, skill lies in controlling the kite and making it fly high. At times, the kite is so miserably imbalanced, that one has to attach a clip on one side for it to even fly. The procedure of flying the kite is the same as anywhere. Someone takes the kite with the string away from the flier and then just tosses it up in the air. The wind does the rest.

As for the competition part, that is where things get interesting. A normal or novice kite flier usually stays around the sub 100 foot altitude level. There is no point in a novice competing with the big guns for air space. The big guns or the 'kite gurus' can fly higher. These gurus are involved in what is called 'kite killing'. The rabbit hole gets deeper as you enter the competition. In a competition, the objective is to entangle your kite's string and cut the competitiors string keeping yours intact. Now there are several factors to consider when engaging in such kite-combat. You need good sharp & strong string. You need to make sure, you are in control of the situation. You need to avoid ambush and in case you get ambushed, you need to be prepared. The key is to be in a strategic position so that once the strings are crossed, you quickly release your kite and let it drift further in the process creating enough abraison on the other string to cut it. I have noted that the other alternative of pulling the string usually results in your string getting cut. A lost kite is public property. After a brief pause for celebration once your opponents kite is cut, begins a frenzy to recover the lost kite. Most of the time, a lost kite is never recovered by the owner. It is a unique thrill to anticipate where a freely flying owner-less kite will land and grab it. In my lifetime, I havent been responsible for many such acquisitions, but, those that I have been successful at have given me memories to cherish.

Space? :

Almost at every juncture in time, you are bound to run into the chaos caused by a billion people. Yes, the right handed slap of the population virus is evident from the time you step out of the house to the time you hit the movie theatre. Almost every venture, be it a park or a street corner vendor will be swamped with people the minute it is launched. This is one of the major cultural differences that one has to adjust to in India. Courtsey and chivalry are slaves to urgency and competition. The disease of overpopulation causes some interesting altercations in human behavior. For instance, almost never will you see a line being formed outside a place of work. People mostly form swarms in front of a gate as though they are protesting rather than lining up to enter the arena. If a queue is formed somewhere, there will be entrepreneurs that will start their own queue and then diversify into forming a disoragnized swarm. You see this happen at all places where there is no control over the crowds and where first come first served is the rule. The US Embassy had similar scenes a few years ago. Since, they would not accept a swarm of people, everyone was forced to form a line. In this case, people would come as early at 3 AM to sit on the pavement and form a line for the next day. After 9-11 however, that practise stopped and they accept people only by appointment. The same behavior is reflected in driving. Driving is almost a game of football, where you are the running back and if there is an opening millimeters wider than the width of your car, run through it. In this age of walking with your toes hitting the heels of the person in front, there is no room for space. People have evolved socially to live in cooperation with one another. No one respects the others need for space and 'alone time'. Thus there are few people that live a solitary life. Interestingly, the first time that I walked on one of the busiest streets in mumbai at night, I realized that you could see the ocean from a point on the sidewalk !!! Before that time, I had never realized it in my entire life as the street is almost always guzzling with people sticking their noses in your ears as the double decker buses try to run you over.

Stinking Indians:

There is a common stereotype about Indian’s being smelly and for the most part I agree with it. Most Americans have an oversensitive nose that picks up any odors that trespass a sterile environment. However, the stereotype has a lot of strange explanations that blend with it. Some think that the smell is due to the curry that is consumed by the Indian’s, as though, it leaks from the sweat glands selectively, while the chicken is retained in the body. Yes, Indian’s do smell a lot and that is mostly due to poverty. I am talking Indian Indians. Interestingly, there is a new breed of people in the cities that have been introduced to this stereotype. They have suddenly raised their level of consciousness and have ventured out to shop for body sprays and deodorants. As a result, many a retail stores and television & radio airtimes are being consumed by these fragrance producing companies. Every step of the way, there are advertisements for how a deodorant or spray doesn’t just alter your body odor, it even gets you amongst great looking women in bikinis. Such is the perception that somewhere in the strata of society, there has to be overkill and there is. A section of the society has now believed that drenching themselves in a fragrance is the only way out. These are clearly overcompensating for the lack of something. So, we have moved from a society of stinker’s to a society of stinkers that smell of obnoxious perfume. I notice it every time I step into a cab or some office. If there is a young person around, he or she usually smells of some citrus fruit that gets on your nerves if you are around them for a while. I even had to toss the orange blossom air freshener out of the window after my chauffeur stuck it in my car. I could not eat any oranges this season. I need to tone down my sensitive American nose to survive.

India Chronicles Episode V

2006-03-09T23:21:00.000-08:00

Bush returned after a successful India visit. He enjoyed the place and the reception. Apparently, he was happy with the weather and jokingly thanked the Indians for keeping the great weather when what he didnt know was that it is always like that here. He also met a bunch of farmers and most of them later interviewed on TV were like those that had just had a vision of the Virgin Mary. One farmer was interviewed for five full minutes and all Bush did was picked up a chikoo (a local fruit) from his collection and looked at it for five seconds before placing it back into his basket. The Indians stole some 'nucular' energy deals with America in return for some lucrative defense purchases. Overall, the pendulum has swung heavily in favor of India and away from Pakistan. On his way back to the US, Bush stopped by Pakistan, taunted the General about lack of democrary, almost picked a baseball-esque fight with a bowler (pitcher) in a cricket tryout when the bowler (pitcher) pitched him a perfectly legal pitch called the bouncer that hit him in the head. Bush wasnt wearing a helmet because they were playing with a soft tennis ball and even if he was, the helmet would have been wearing Bush for protection :)) (Sorry had to push in my leftist agenda a little)

The perfect imperfections:

My parents just returned from a trip to the eastern Indian state of Orissa and brought back a quilt wall hanging made of silk and cotton patches. The quilt has a beautiful hand-made design that could easily adore the walls of any home. I looked at it and thought for a while how the tiny imperfections of a hand-made garment add so much beauty to it. Despite its lack of symmetry in design and the not-so-precise workmanship, it was still a marvel to look at. And although you can order a fantastic Klimt or Gaugin off allwall.com, it will never compare to this hand-made original in your living room. Incidentally, it is these imperfections that move us away from the all so certain standardized McDonalds menu mechanized world that add color to life. Such is the imperfect beauty of India where machines dont do the work of people. So, three chaps trying to pull down a shutter of a store looks pretty disorganized, but, they seem to get the job done. It also looks unsexy and uncool as compared to an automated motorized shutter door, but, there is lies the beauty of it. I realized that the man-machine relationship in the US had distanced me from these tiny imperfections in life. Both methods lead to the same end result and yet we prefer the certainty and the clarity of the mechanized world over the human element. Putting aside the reason of cost of labor, we would still like to retain the machine over the man in such cases.

Locking everything & monkey nut:

I want to make a statement... here it is, people in India lock everything. If there is a way that it can be locked, then there is a lock on it. If there is a way that the lock can be locked, then that is done too. This is an observation of my Canadian cousin who asked me years ago, why people in India locked any and everything? To which, I had no answer. It is just a habit I presume that is inherited out of insecurity. When you gain socio-economic advantage over your neighbors and your community, you tend to put their lower economic strata as a benchmark to protect your assets. Thereby, being insecure of your own holdings, as miniscule as they may be, need to be protected in all possible ways. Thus, even on the 20th floor of my apartment building with security guards patrolling 24 hours and massive doors jamming the doorway, all windows and doors are locked. An uncle of mine went one step ahead. He had heard of stories of how thieves break into homes by releasing trained monkeys and making them open the latches from the inside thereby opening the door. Apparently, slightly sophisticated gangs of crooks had trained and domesticated monkeys that could do that. So, as an additional measure of security he created the 'monkey nut'. This is a slightly fancy and rather large nut and bolt assembly that is fixed in conjunction with a lock on the inside, so, if ever a monkey were to jump in, it will be confused out of its wits on how to open it ! I can only picturize a monkey staring at this unique assembly scratching its head in confusion and then loudly yelling and jumping in frustration thereby waking up the residents. So, locking is the rule, every door, window, aperture and even cleavage for that matter is locked and secured. Back in my dorm room days, they had locked the entrance to the terrace for reasons unexplained. We had gotten into the habit of breaking open these safes of fresh air and sneak onto the roof for relaxation. Collectively we broke so many locks that the warden stopped putting one on.

Character profiles:

Shoe polish street urchin in train: From this episode I am going to include a couple of character profiles that give you an idea of the kind of people that live here. My first character profile tells a sad yet real story of the problem of street urchin's/ orphans that parade the dirt filled streets of any major city. These are the rejects of society, the surplus produce that became unwanted the minute they kissed the first breath or became an expensive liability once they grew up. A city like Bombay has a million of these kids aged roughly 3-10 wandering hopelessly at traffic lights and train stations doing odd jobs for a buck to get their dose of bread or sniffing glue whichever they have the urge for. While travelling by train recently I ran into Shamu (name changed for privacy purposes: just kidding) the shoe polish boy. Shamu was about 7 yrs of age and had taken up the profession of polishing shoes in trains. He obviously did not hold a ticket as he carried his tools in a shabby bag filled with dirt amongst other things. Shamu was unbathed probably for weeks and unclean, yet, not really as smelly as anticipated. I figure he has to maintain that otherwise his clients in the train might get repulsed of the odor and drive him away. Shamu's fingers were filled with a blend of shoe polish and dirt. He used his hands to spread the primer and the polish cream onto my shoes before lathering it with this index finger. Then he used a brush that looked like it came from the tomb of a pharaoh to shine them bright. Shamu polished my shoes anticipating the time that my destination station would arrive finishing his job just in time for me to pop my shoes on and alight from the train. Street urchins like him do not make it into the already full orphanages and/ or discarded childrens institutions. Most of their parents use them as a source of income working them hard for hours without having a childhood. Many of them beg or wash cars windshields squeegee mops with the expectation of some cash. As a cruel joke, some drivers have moved the winshield cleaning sprays to point sideways at their faces so they are driven away by spraying at them. These kids barely survive and either grow up doing odd jobs all their lives mostly at construction sites using part of their income to feed a dependent they created in the meantime, part to feed the mafia that controls their earnings and part towards their drug or alcohol habit. Thus, high on their ingested toxic, they fall off to sleep on a sidewalk where they wake up to another morning without a future or the lucky ones get run over by a wayward speeding freight truck or SUV driven by some rich drunk teenager.

Vibra-Don:

This is a unique character profile that I have been wanting to write about for two episodes. From the sound of it it seems like some nasty dildo from a cheapo porn sex toy shop. Virbra-don infact is the name of a stray dog that rules the streets near my parents house. Street dogs or stray dogs are a sad menace in India. Pretty much every neighborhood in the country will have hundreds if not thousands of stray dogs. These live in little hideouts of their own and survive on food from the garbage cans or litter. Often people feed them left overs so they dont die and at times, they adopt themselves into a home. After the tragic cancer related death of my 8 year old great dane Leo, Vibra-don adopted my parents as his owners. Now let me get into this name and why its come about. Vibra-don was born 'Vibrator' as he had a paralytic attack that leaves him shaking on one side of the body. He was aptly named Vibrator as he shakes on one side (twitches) of his body. His is a story of survival where even fit dogs dont make it. Vibrator realized that the secret to his survival is aggression. He assumed power by picking up local fights and increasing his territory to around my parents home. He then skillfully started walking behind my parents around the area as they would take their evening walk showing the other local strays that a human was supporting him. On his way following my parents, vibrator would growl and pick small fights just to tick the others off. With his political influence, he grasped power of the entire neighborhood and thus donned the environment driving away local competitors. He thus became Vibra-don. It is amazing to start thinking what other dogs would be thinking about this feeble aggressive one that shakes like Elvis. Would they find comedy in his disability? or would they fear him? I know for sure that he has now perfected the art of acting meek in front of the humans to get food and then using the strength to overpower local strays. Vibra-don survived the August 2005 flooding by climbing up a tall wall and sleeping there through the rain for three days. As funny as this story may sound, Vibradon should be an inspiration to everyone. One with disability overpowering those without any. Every year thousands of such stray dogs are born in litters across the neighborhoods. Most of them get crushed under vehicles, die of starvation or most commonly of disease. In such circumstances, for a disabled dog to survive and capture a territory is a story worth telling on this blog.

The English Patients

After being ruled by the English for about 300 years directly or indirectly, I must admit, we have, subconsciously become English patients in the real sense. India in its adolesence and puberty had to hold the english hand to overcome the distress of growth and maturation whilst gaining its entry into the modern world. As the British pumped money into infrastructure and civic amenities little did they know that they will be leaving behind a legacy that a former colony will not forget. So, years later, the English divorced cricket for soccer, we are still married to it. The English demolished their bridges and buildings and roads to build new ones, while we are still married to them. It's an irony that springs a lot of debate on whether the English rule was actually more beneficial than harmful to India. As extortionistic and selfish as the English were in their business of India, they were also clever to give back to the society, so that, thoughts of revolt would be supressed easily. The English rule of India and it's eventual demise is a very complex case study that can be considered one of the most intelligently managed colonial rules in the history of mankind. As a result of the 'raaj', we drive on the left side of the roads, have fancy buildings like the Victoria Terminus in Mumbai and have virtually indestructible roads that have survived ages of wear and tear.

Counting currency (Lakh-Crore system)

One of the things that I had to go through in my reverse adaptation to India is the comma separation of currency !! really, here, we dont use millions and billions, we use thousands, lakhs and crores. There is something above that called 'urub' that I have never counted to and dont think will do in this lifetime. Here is the difference
In the US: 10,000 : 1,000,000: 1,000,000,000
In India : 10,000: 1,00,000 (lakh) : 1,00,00,000 (crore)
Now, not only do I have to translate everything into millions, I have to translate that figure back to US $. aaaarrrragggggggggggghhhhhh !!!!!

Dubbing of English movies (WWF):

One of the funniest things to watch on TV are the Hollywood movies dubbed in local languages. Even funnier are the WWF or WWE (whatever the wrestling federation is called now), games dubbed in local languages. Languages like hindi dont have the 'in-the-middle' cuss words like 'deuche bag' or phrases like 'ass kicking' or abberations of real cuss words like 'freakin'. So, trying to translate the trash talk of the WWF wrestlers into hindi presents an unique challenge. These translators have taken inspiration from the local wrestlers by hearing their trash talk and come up with some trash talk phrases like 'sit on my lap will you', 'drink some milk will you little child'. These are not even closely infuriating to the opponent in the real world and are outright funny. The funniest thing I've ever watched on TV though goes to a Jackie Chan movie dubbed in Tamil (sanskrit based southern Indian language). The voice of Jackie Chan sounds like that of a dark complexioned Tamilian (Southern Indian) man just returned from a temple visit with a streak of turmeric on his forehead wearing a white lungi (garment worn in southern India) sipping filtered coffee on a street corner in Madras. That was the single funniest movie I have seen in my life.

Small talk is very very small:

I was asked once in the US as to what our greeting style was in India. I did not have a good answer to that question. I know and everyone else knows that 'Namaste' seems to be the common greeting, but, it doesnt really translate directly into a 'Good morning' or a 'Guten tag' or a 'Bon matin' as the European languages have in them. So, in India, no one will wish you according to time of day. It's usually a very English 'Hello' or a 'hi' or rarely 'namaskar' or 'namaste'. The word 'Namaste' is more of a 'hail' (from Nazi Germany), a salutation of respect like the japansese bow rather than the japanese 'arrigato'. I wonder why we did not get the greeting thing right. Perhaps, the concept of small talk was not in our genetic makeup. Perhaps the population worries have been going on for so long and have been so elaborate that small talking with soo many people will make you end up spending your entire day small talking. Not many people say 'hi' to one another unless you directly know the person or have some work with him/her. Small talk is almost non-existent. You are either in the business of talking to the point or you are not talking. Besides, the cultural differences will very stark and will provoke a strange reaction when you try to straight talk with people. We are a society more obsessed with 'straight' rather than 'small' talk. We are a society that will call you 'fat' in the middle of a party if you have gained weight. I cant help but remember a superbowl budweiser commercial in 2002, where a guy from the country with his cowboy hat walks into an italian bar in NYC and the italians ask him 'how u doin'. No real response is expected of the guy except perhaps a 'how u doin' in a thick NJ italian accent. In exchange, the man from the countryside takes it literally starts explaining in painful detail how he is doing much to the amusement of the italian bar-folk. I believe an Indian will also respond in the same way..

Next Episode to the posted soon, I wrote too much this time around.

India Chronicles Episode IV

2006-01-22T22:29:00.000-08:00

Welcome to another episode of my observations in India. It's my 6th month here and I feel like I have blended in with the locals pretty well. Every now and then the infamous 'mm/dd/yy' format of date comes up and the reverse conversion of the ruppee to the dollar to value a particular commodity or service also perks up, but, now I must say I am getting the gist of it. I wanted this part of my episodes to focus more on the serious topics of living here, but, I couldnt let go of the humor part, so, I have decided to mix it up a little.

The Grand Slam of Sports:

My dad is obsessed with playing billiards / snooker. So obsessed that he wasnt happy with the time that he was getting at the local club table & he decided to bring the game home. So, he went out and bought a kicka** massive billiards table and kept it in my parents living room. Now, their living room IS the table itself. For those that havent had the privilege of seeing one, it is about 3-4 times the size of the pool table. I feel the need to keep a pair of binoculars to locate the ball when shooting from one end to another. The pockets are smaller and have a sharper angle and that just adds to the misery of a beginner. So, overall, billiards/ snooker is about 100 times tougher to play than pool. The first skill is to make contact.... If you think im kidding, try it. If you are a decent pool player, you will struggle, if you are a beginner, you will embarass yourself silly. Here is a lesson to all single people out there, Never never never ever take your date out to a billiards room. You will appear like such a loser that that will be your final date with the person. Anyway, I have become an intermediate level player now which also implies that I will play pool blindfolded without much trouble. My schedule was running like this. I would wake up in the morning and play a game of badminton at the gym, then play billiards with dad at lunch break followed by table tennis with the pals in the evening and a late night game of cricket under the lights. Thus, I was accomplishing the grand slam of sport every single day. I lost about 5-7 lbs in the process and was living on adrenalin. Alas, all good things come to an end. After we moved into our new place all this ended abruptly.

The Holy Cow

They are everywhere !! Yes, cows wandering freely everywhere. For millenia, for some strangely obscure reason, this guy called Krishna developed affinity towards this animal. Ever since then it has been dogma that protection of this being is the supereme religious duty. As a result, you can see cows walking around doing pretty much what they like without much discipline. In fact, the cow is the most indisciplined animal in India. About 90% of all Indians are vegetarian, which makes it the single largest vegetarian restaurant on earth. You will find more 'strictly vegetarian only' restaurants here than anywhere else in the world. In some places, the sheer mention of beef will be frowned upon. Anyway, for these reasons cows are protected like they are going to be extinct soon. Cows walk around blocking traffic. There are several instances where they are known to sit in the middle of large intersections thereby creating a traffic island. They have also evolved in this practise. They know that when they form such a traffic island that they need to tuck their tails inside and keep their hooves locked in, so, a passer by car doesnt run it over. They have mastered the art of the creation of traffic islands to perfection. Swarms of cattle often walk the streets in cities and villages as they are bound to their feeding grounds or returning from it. Last month I had my first taste of beef in India. It was at a chinese restaurant and let me tell you, the dish was delicious. Of course, now, I am condemned to die by the religious fundamentals becuase I bit into their sacred animal.

Penculiar infatuations:

Last week, I ordered some stationery to be stacked into every cubicle, so, when there was a need for a pen to write something, it was easily accessible. A week later, all the full to the brim pen stands were staring empty at my face. I wondered why? how did this happen. Where did all these pens go? who took them? My questions were all answered when I paid an emergency visit to my friends office to print a form that I had to submit on a Sunday. When I arrived at his office obviously, there were no employees on campus. I started a PC and printed out what I needed to and LO to my surprise, there was not a single pen to be found in sight to sign the damn thing !! I searched and searched till my brain blew out. I went through the personal belongings of about 70 people and finally the guard on duty gave me his pen.... Apparently, Indians are genetically pre-disposed to stealing pens. They preserve them, so, that if the world supply of pens gets over, they will be the next superpower due to their pen-count. They literally believe that in the instance of global war that the 'pen might really be mightier than the sword or the scud missile'. I have failed to understand this absolute obsession with pens. To investigate further, I looked deeper into my own past. Back in school days, we were allotted a set of pens for the semester. Pen manufacture was not very commercialized back then, so, they turned out to be expensive. We could not afford losing or dropping them or leaving them at school. They used to be precious commodities. Now, since the art of pen-making has been widely dispersed and the per unit costs are next to nothing, I must attribute this obsession with pens to the childhood trauma that we faced as kids. As a result of this lesson, I learnt to stack only one or two pens in any pen holder. I also learnt that pen stands often have a retractable harnesses retrieving the pen once it is used. People have invented the pen retainer, just like the one for retaining glasses or sunglasses if you are prone to dropping them. These ropes hold the pen around your neck like a precious commodity. I think it will take a generation to realize that pens arent going anywhere. They are here to stay.

Living with Poverty:

In a nation where the income differential between the 'have's' and the 'have not's' is as steep as the Angel falls, Venezuela, the general masses of have's mix with the have not's in a unique symbiotic way. This symbiosis is a direct result of the creation of unwritten rules that are followed by both concerned parties. For instance, if you hire a maid servant to clean the home every day, she will be paid about $20 a month (tops) in a place like Bombay. She will clean about 5-6 homes a day and will garner about $100-$120 per month in wages. Since, these are all cash wages, there is no tax levied on them. Several such people are employed in the average middle class household. There is a person for cooking, another for cleaning, another for washing, another to play with kids, another to take them to school, driver, ironing person etc etc. The job descriptions are very fragmented and divided to the least count till the subsistence level of the individual is challeneged by the scale of the income earned. So, here comes the situation where multiple people making under $ 150 per month work in the home of a person making $ 50,000 per month (just as an example). For this person, the value of $100 is nothing but loose change. His children wear shoes that are more than $ 100 on occassions. These wages havent inflated much as surplus labor dilutes them in a overpopulated country. So, even as the owner's income doubles, their salaries remain near about the same. This is the unfortunate spate of event leading to dilution of income especially in the lower classes of society. The self propelling problem that accentuates this issue even further is that this dilution occurs in the strata of society that earns the least ! So, poor people keep getting poorer as they have more offspring as a result of being uneducated about the drawbacks of having children. The psychological impact of seeing such poverty is that you cannot lead a normal lifestyle of your choice without guilt. I have borne this guilt for my life and I continue to bear it now. For example, buying a $ 70 trouser at Nordstroms making six figures doesnt feel much when the people standing next to you would be making 5 figures a year at the best, but, buying a $50 shirt in Bombay hurts when you are giving away the monthly salary for a living working individual. Some of my friends give me the counter example by climbing up the food chain. Their argument is that you cannot think of it this way or you will be perpetually unhappy. In a steep income differential curve, you have to employ as many people as possible, so, you feed as many stomachs with your income. That is the only way out of this guilt. I am trying, but, am not getting there as much as I would have liked. Also to think from the employee's point of view, they wander around in an environment that they may perhaps never afford to own. And amongst such conditions, they have to remain honest and hard-working. The question must arise in their mind, why would someone have so much and someone else, so little. As someone said it, Truly, poverty is the worst curse.

Driving me crazy:

Moving onto a more fun topic. I started driving here after about a week of landing in town. They drive on the left side of the road, which, according to an English scientist (from the early 1900's ) is the better side to drive on :). While I dont have comments on his study and his conclusions, driving on the left side just seems better, sorry, minority wins. Driving here is a challenge, just like it would be in any developing nation. I did not import my cars into India because they were left hand drive when I didnt realize that it really doesnt matter here. You could be driving and passing anyone from any side anyhow and anyway you like. The traffic culture in Bombay is probably the most disciplined of all cities in India and that too can be closely described as chaos. The strategy to driving successfully in bombay is to leave your chivalry and courtsey at home and drive like you are taking a very sick person to a hospital. I keep feeling like I am driving a F1 car on the streets as I maneovre the car around. There are no posted speed limits, so, as long as you dont kill anyone, you could drive at the speed of sound without being pulled over. I am pretty sure I heard the sonic bang while driving on a newly built 4 lane expressway here. Interesting incidents of traffic related cultures are evident from other towns where there is really no culture and discipline. In one of the most backward Indian states of Bihar for instance, they dont know what the color red means..... really, so, at traffic lights, there would be two chaps holding the ends of a rope running across the street laying on the street. During a green light, the rope will be left loose and people would drive over it, but, When the light turns red, obviously, people dont want to stop, but, the two strong armed chaps pull up the rope in order to implement the red-ness of the light. Even then, the local goons and his subjects will occassionally, pull the rope and pass their vehicle underneath it. Another absolutely scary aspect of driving in these conditions is the way people let others pass them. I discovered this at a recent long distance trip. Say you are in the passing lane behind a truck and are ready to pass. During daytime, you honk at the truck and he or his helper sways his hand outside the window as an indication that you can pass him. If he sticks it out straight, he wants to get in the passing lane himself and it is not okay to pass him. What's freaky is the version of this that happens at night. If you do the same exercise and honk at the trucker, get this, he will turn the blinker on if it's ok to pass !!!! Nowhere in any road safety manual is this procedure written up as an acceptable method to follow during low light, but, it seems to have been the process evolved out there. So, if you are ever ever driving here and are behind a truck and he suddenly turns the blinker on, he is not turning to the passing lane, he is just asking you to pass him.

Blue is the new white

During my first visit to the US, I'd found a major behavioral anomaly in the way in which things were sold. A 300 ml can of coke was more expensive at the vending machine (at times) than a 2 litre bottle of coke on sale at the super-market !!! As a child, I was amazed at how this economics worked. I'd given up explaining to myself, why this could be possible and just attributed it to abnormal social behavior of the american people. I always asked myself if the large bottle was cheaper, why is there even a market for these small cans. There is one such absolutely inexplicable behavioral anomaly I discovered in India. Fabric whiteners are no longer a developing industry. Pretty much everything associated with effective fabric whitening has been synthesized and created and sold commerically. India however disagrees with the fundamental concept itself. We feel white is not really white.. unless .... well.... it's blue. Yes, people, thats correct. If correctness of subjective statements were to be based on the majority vote, you would be stranded on a lone island calling a white bonded paper well, white !! Commerical fabric whitening solutions like bleaching powder were being sold in the market solid until the day came when a certain ultramarine blue invaded the market place. In short, ultramarine blue is nothing but a light shade of blue color and the damn packaging even says that !!!!. It does nothing but change the color of white clothes to light blue. All of a sudden, people started calling that as fabric whitening. I am not sure why the most sensible people decided to call that color white? and the process fabric whitening? I figure, clothes were so dirty at times that cleaning them with bleach didnt do the job, so, they decided to mask the yellowness with this blue and call it white. This chemical is fondly referred to as 'neel' (~ meaning blue), but, sports the label 'fabric whitener' in front. Other commercial units set up modern plants to make more sophisticated fabric whiteners, but, no, they were late in the game. The people rejected white for blue. Some of the same companies that made ultramarine blue also sold these new whiteneres (actually whiteneing effect), but, had to shut down those units or convert them into ultramarine blue manufacturing facilities to meet increased demand. So, when I'm getting stuff laundered or washed here, I threaten the person 'not to whiten it'. The concept did not stick with just fabric. When I got my apartment painted, I'd insisted on plain white. The demo shade that a wall was painted with looked light blue !!! The painter convinced me that it was white while I kept protesting.... Then I asked for ivory white and that worked out to be whiter than pure white itself. To this day, inner sunmica linings of my furniture drawers etc are blue. They remind me of the fact that I can run from it, but, I will be blue..... someday.

All of your feedback and questions are great, so, keep them coming
And here is wishing you all a Happy new year.... !!

India Chronicles Episode III

2005-11-10T02:52:00.000-08:00

What's foreign what isn’t that's the question: Often when you live in another country for so long after being born in yet another, you tend to not know the difference between what used to be foreign to you and what IS foreign to you today. For me, what used to be foreign for a long long time was home for a long long time and now is suddenly sort of foreign again. So, I still speak of the US in terms of the 'here' word. I am often caught stating things like "They had raised the toll on the bridges here last year" (here meaning SF bay). So, in fact, I am at some subconscious level still meandering the streets of SF.

About three months have gone by since I've moved back and the observations don’t tend to cease. This time around I decided to focus my thoughts on humor since they are the most entertaining to read. And before I start off, thank you for your feedback. It has been overwhelming to read so many people's reactions. Please forward the blog to others who might find it fun to read.

What's your street address:

From colonial times under the British rule, Indian cities have been planned. The new system of placing every city on a grid before planning the streets and buildings never hit the developers here. So, all of new development has been close to chaotic. Here is the actual scene inside the boardroom meeting of city planners as I see it. Sets of construction companies bring darts with the shapes of buildings attached to the tails and the whole city that needs to be developed is charted on a moist soil floor. These builders then bid for space and the one that wins some is allowed to throw the darts on the designated area. Wherever the darts stick in the soil, the builder can build a building. If you see some of the new suburbia that has been developed it is a classic case of such planning. Buildings are erected where there should have been streets or parks. There is literally no planning for free space in any area as commercialization perks up the real estate prices. As a result, street addresses are non-existent. Every address here usually has a building name, suite number, floor number, landmark name, alternate landmark name, an optional third landmark name, cross street name, above-under landmark name, street name, nearest street name, nearest major highway name (if applicable), city, district, township, state and zip code!!!! No, I am not kidding. I recently called a cable company to get cable at my new apartment and they asked me my street address. Since my building is relatively new, I promptly started giving my address as:

93 Tarangan (Sharmishta), Thane (West), 400 602

After a long conversation with the customer service representative, I realized how far from the 'truth' this address was. I was enlightened in the true sense that my actual street address is:

93 Tarangan (Sharmishta) tower number II, 9th floor suite 3, Next to Cadburys compound, near Mission view hospital, Mangal pandey rd, crossing of Eastern express highway& LBS Marg, Off Eastern express highway, Near Wagle estate, Thane West, District Thane, Maharashtra, India 400 602

I guess they forgot the following part of the address: 'Planet Earth, 4th planet from the sun, near Venus, next to Mars, 156 billion miles from the Sun, very close to the moon. Galaxy number E 00082ACCU...... :)

Based on this I have devised a theory for street addresses. The theory assumes that no geometrical point on the map of India has accurate three-dimensional coordinates, so, there is always an error in measurement no matter what angle you measure it from (accurate per the theory of relativity & the theory of limits in mathematics). Now, when you give a short address, you are locating a point using one set of dimensions. The probability of locating that point increases to 1 as the number of relative coordinates increases. So, for n -> infinity (n= number of reference points in an address); the probability of locating that address ->1.

C for Collections; C for Chakkas:

This is by far my favorite topic to write on and you might understand why. This is the funniest of things I've discovered thus far. Back in the days when credit cards were first introduced in India, fraud and defaulters were rampant as collection agencies tried to get a grip on how to collect on delinquent accounts. The same for home and car loans. With the economy taking off, these guys had to get smarter faster to avoid a steep loss rate. A few years ago, just frustrated with the amount of fraud, some institutions started hiring ex-con's and unemployed youth as collectors on delinquent accounts. These people were hired by a third party, so, if anyone sues them, they could plead innocence stating that they were not directly involved in the hiring process. Bottom line was that everyone came to know of this strategy and that caused a lot of disrepute to these institutions as stories unfolded of how 'thugs of the bank' beat up some guy down the street because his payment was misplaced by the bank etc. These institutions had to suffer from the judiciary and had to eventually abandon this tactic of collection. And there come the Chakka's !!
What is a Chakka?
A Chakka is a Eunuch. A male dressed as a female with or without male genitalia. (Mostly without). These are individuals that have accepted begging and prostitution as their professions. For some strange reason, giving of alms to a 'chakka' is considered a good omen in Indian culture. So, the chakka's thrive on the superstitious minds and make their cash. Refusing cash to a chakka on an auspicious day like the opening of your new outlet may lead to poor sales is the kind of belief in the people's minds here. Chakka's wander in groups and carry obnoxiously loud instruments. They go around banging these instruments, so, if you are in no mood to give to a chakka, you will, to get rid of the obnoxious sounds. The chakka's at times are also known to be aggressive in taking your money by harassing you without actually picking your pocket. You get so fed up of them that you pay the money for them to get away. The more persistent you are the better bargain you get on them.
In the last few years, these financial institutions have hired chakka's to collect on accounts. These guys form gangs and virtually attack a defaulters place often playing drums loudly outside their homes till he/she lands up paying the debt or agreeing on something. If you falter on your promise, they will come the next day with increased vigor and destroy your happiness. The hiring of chakka's has been the best move they have made yet. The loss rate is down and the chakka's are employed.... win win situation?

Train tales:

You are not a true Bombayiite as you are not a true New Yorker unless you have traveled the Subway system. Almost everyone living here and the suburbia at some point of time in their life have taken the local trains. The Mumbai local train network boasts carrying 10 million passengers a day on its three-pronged network. The longest lines span about 60 miles end to end. The Mumbai local train service is split into three the Western Railway, Central Railway and the Harbor railway lines spanning the edges of Mumbai. With the boastful claims of carrying numerous passengers come interesting stories of overcrowded passenger compartments. For instance, when a person tells you that his train compartment was empty today what he really means was that he had enough room to wiggle is toe without hitting the person next to him. Train compartments ideally seat about 95 passengers and are mostly full at about 195 of them during rush hours. This gives rise to some innovative time killing techniques. After all, you can stand only as long in a sweaty humid chamber smelling your neighbor’s armpit or admiring his overgrown nasal hairline without passing out and collapsing. So, the 'regulars' of the rush hour trains have music groups. They bring instruments and some of them, proficient singers entertain everyone else (without choice) by singing songs. These are great stress busters for a journey that may last up to 2 hours. Another very unique innovation is the play of cards in an overcrowded compartment. I will try to describe this as well as I can in the next few lines. Card playing groups standing in the middle of an overcrowded compartment assemble under a small briefcase that is usually placed on top of the handrails used by passengers to hold onto while they stand. The bag has a rubber strap or a rubber band running across it. This band holds the deck facing downwards. Cards are distributed at the hand railing level and held close to the face while players look upwards to the briefcase. The dealt cards are snuck under the rubber band as they lay facing downwards as the game continues. These people have adjusted timings of the games so well that they have the right person drop out at the right times when his destination is about to arrive.
Now down to something more basic. The question is often asked as to the method of getting into and out of such overcrowded trains. That is a skill that Bombayiites have achieved. Here is the secret for you if you ever travel the trains here. All you do it align yourself in a way that you show 'intent to board' the train. That is, let others notice your interest in boarding a train. Then, you just stand in their way and perform the 'shavaasana' from yoga. The shavasanaa is the yogic meditative workout that asks one to put the body in the state of a dead person. In practising the shavasanaa, your 'body' literally gets carried into the train compartment with the force of the people boarding it. Now, to getting off the train. This is a slightly more difficult task and involves reconissance. You have to know your stations and start enquiring in advance as to which side the platform is expected. Once you know that, you have to nudge ahead and make way towards the door asking everyone in the way if they want to disembark at that station. Once you are behind a person that wants to get off at that station, you can start working on the shavaasaana part. You will be carried out of the train without much effort of your own. Newbies often get stuck at the back of the compartment and try to struggle through the crowd last minute. In such cases, the crowd behaves like weed at the bottom of shallow lakes. The crowd either sucks you back into the compartment or throws you out in an instant. You are at their mercy, so, make a sorry face if you're ever stuck in this situation. And not to worry if you ever get off at the wrong station, just make a loud noise telling the fellow passengers, they will pick you back in right up.

There are far too many interesting train stories about how I have personally traveled locally and inter state and how the journey itself is a major part of the trip. Long distance trains and overnight trains have their own interesting attributes. People tend to behave like they are in refugee camps aiding and assisting others and enjoying their way to the destination. I think I will leave it to the next episode to write about how I have traveled on train tops, the space between two cars, on door handles, windows etc. And yes, people, BART is Boring.. !

GM is not for General Motors:

It stands for Genetically modified products. When I bought a pack of dozen oranges from Costco and let them rot for a month in my storage bin in my apartment, little did I know that the Genetic modifications in them would make them look the same after such a long time? It is at that time that I realized what I was eating was far from what was growing in my backyard growing up. I hate to admit it, but such food always made me feel uncomfortable. It is very evident from the kind of produce that is available here that GM does indeed M the hell out of everything. Every produce in India is tiny and intense in taste. It is as though the same fruit was shrunk into a smaller size whilst retaining the flavor. The first time I had a tangerine here it was like having a starburst. The intense flavor took me by surprise. The same goes for salts and sugars. There is no way that you can add anywhere near the amount of salt in your food here as in the US. The salt is so strong in taste it's almost pungent. Veggies appear smaller as they should be. Even the meat, chicken etc don’t have too much flesh around their thighs, they are all lean, but then, they don’t eat at McDonalds either :)

Something for the Marketing brains:

Somehow Marketing of products is still to evolve to a mature phase. Not enough money is pumped into marketing technology and research. Marketing research is still at a primitive stage in this country, but it is developing with growth in the economy. In these times Marketing gimmicks are at times interesting and at times just plain downright ridiculous. One of the obsessions of marketers placing their products in the marketplace, especially when they don’t really have a clear advantage over the nearest competitor is to use an acronym. I will give an instance of ceiling fans. Now, how different is one ceiling fan from another. Yes, you can make the argument that one is more efficient in circulating the air than another at the same speed. All you need to do is make the inefficient one run faster. The bottom line impact on power consumption is just marginally different. So, herein come the marketers. They bring a new acronym, Behold the NEW Crompton ceiling fan with 'PVAC technology'. So, what is PVAC?. It is nothing but 'Power Vortex Air Circulation' technology. Sounds cool eh? ! All commercials of this fan will focus on the 'New' 'Radical' 'efficient' PVAC technology. This new wave of ceiling fans that's going to revolutionize how air will circulate in a room. All this is is just a marketing gimmick. We all know that all ceiling fans use vortex flow motion to circulate air in a room to give cooling. So, what the hell indeed is PVAC? Absolutely nothing. Just another term to give create a non-existent differentiation. This is an example of non-existent acronym being created and put into use. There are others that exist and make sense and are abused and sold to customers. Examples like PMPO (Peak musical power output) were used and abused to confuse the buyers into buying substandard stereo components in the past. The consumer is getting more educated about this now with the outreach of the internet and discussion forums and product reviews that it is getting harder for manufacturers to making confusing or false claims about their products.

I want to write a quick note about these write-ups. I know that they highlight the funny aspects of life in India. What is humor for us is real life for someone else. In the following episodes of my chronicles I am going to focus on some of the serious aspects of living in India. What makes it tick? What makes it survive in an ever-changing world?

India Chronicles - Episode II

2005-10-06T04:07:00.000-07:00

It has been nearly three months since I landed back here and many things have changed. Firstly, I have gotten accustomed to some of the nuances of living here. Secondly, I have not yet killed my interior decorator for overshooting the timeline for completion of my apartment by about a month (& running), so, my patience towards incompetence and unprofessionalism has increased. Things are looking upward though in terms of the opportunity and challenges that lie ahead. In this Episode of my chronicles, I will be touching on some of the lesser known aspects of business and the interesting attributes of people and how they are the same all over the world.

Made in China/ Korea/ Japan:

China is dominating the market in almost all fragments of business these days. In the US, as we see, the consumer durables are virtually all made in china. If they were to sell the same goods here in India for the same price, no one would buy them. So, they are deeply discounted and sold in the Indian market to match the purchase power of the Indian consumer. That leads us to believe that the $4.50 nailcutter you buy at the cornerstore in your city is actually made for under $ 0.75 as it is sold for a little less than $1.0 here in the Indian markets !! A new Chinese brand of electronic equipments called Haier electronics has been launched here in India. Their stuff is priced about 10% less than the nearest Korean competitors. While the quality of the products is still under the radar, I am sure they will come out ahead with their TQM goals in place. Eventually, these products will hit the US markets and cause a lot of downward pressure on pricing for the in-house walmart brands etc. The Chinese manufacturing sector is steamrolling as the economy is expanding. As I travel, I see rolls of steel laden on massive 18 wheeleers headed straight for the port in Mumbai. Ironically, all that steel is headed for China for the immense infrastructure expansion that they are investing in !! Lesser amount of quality steel is locally consumed although infrastructure development here seems to be growing. In the Chemical sector, the chinese compete fiercely for price and quality. Although a majority of all raw material expenses are controlled by one Reliance petrochemicals & it's b**ch the Indian government, these cannot be sustain if the economy is to grow and imports are to grow correspondingly. The Korean product is also one to be observed. About 10-12 years ago when LG was first launched here in India, everyone was laughing at their quality and now LG and Samsung have captured the electronics markets. Large Japanese corporations like Sony no longer differ in their high quality and fail on their pricing, no wonder Sony just laid off 10,000 people. The Japanese giants are collapsing in their market share in asia and they are losing to the same people they virtually mentored. I have high respect for the Korean manufacturing sector that has put Japan to it's knees. In the US, we see the same trend with Hyundai and Kia gradually gaining ground.

Twist of fate:

People believe in Karma, fate and religious superstition a lot. Herein I want to cite some examples of the funniest top 10 superstitions that are most common and almost taken to be dogma: In David Letterman style
# 1: Do not proceed if a cat crosses the street (let someone else cross before you) (especially bad if the cat is black)
# 2: Do not shatter glass in the house (especially mirrors)
# 3: Do not crack knuckles in the home
# 4: Do not clip nails at night or on Saturdays
# 5: Do not start new projects without consultations with the local astrologers (they have the best set of dates to start new projects)
# 6: Do not walk under a banyan tree at night
# 7: Do not give money with the left hand
# 8: Do not enter a new home/ office with your left foot (these people should watch the movie 'my left foot')
# 9: Do not make excessive profit on the first sale of the day (for mom & pop retailers. These people land up making 'good day deals' early in the morning)
# 10: Do not forget to put a black dot on your kid's face. It absorbs all the evil radiation emanated by jealous and yet powerful people.
As a result of all these superstitions, I decided to do everything on the most inauspicisous days possible. My mother calls me a rogue, a rebel without a cause and wants me to COMPLY with POLICY. Now I know where that gene comes from.

Do whatever it takes to make it work:

In a poor country where resources are not in abundance the principle of functioning at the minimum subsitence level is observed to it's limit. Under these circumstances, aesthetics takes a back seat, possibly the last seat in the house. A common example is the drugs and packaging of commercially available OTC drugs. Virtually no effort is put in making the packaging glossy or attractive. At times, the drug colors are not altered and they are at times grey or black in color. Tablets dont show the gloss we see in a tylenol for instance and capsules dont radiate their red color as much either. That way, the extra expense of making it 'sexier' is saved. It is not always that this saving is passed onto the consumer, but, competition forces most to do so. ISO 900X certified companies have dirty premises and unclean shop floors. Almost none of the companies I have visited have put any effort in making it look good. Here is an extreme example of this attribute at work. I'd heard of a reputed local company that makes a highly corrosive brominde. Bromine stinks, corrodes and is a dangerous solvent to handle. So, in the ideal world, all equipment that handles liquid bromine needs to be glass lined or plastic lined. This manufacturer was known to export his bromine based intermediate. As I was passing by, I thought I would pay him a visit. To my surprise his plant consisted of everything from plastic pipes, straws, water hoses, 2 liter coke bottles and milk/ gasoline gallons plus carboys. The whole unit did not have a single standardized reaction vessel !!! Such is the ingenuity of making it work at any cost. An ISO consultant would faint if he/she were to visit this unit. I was hoping he did not have a website... phew and he didnt. Another very interesting example of how economics works in a poor nation is the one of milk delivery guys. Milk is delivered in plastic or tetrapak containers in the cities, but, in rural and suburban areas, it is carried straight from the dairy in large vessels on motorbikes and delivered straight into your home milk container using a measure. These delivery guys ride motorbikes for miles. Since there is adulteration in the fuel, these bikes tend to die sooner than later. To offset the cost of dying bikes, the dairy farm guys collaborated with a local engg firm and started a piston making business. Now, they would mix gasoline with about 40% kerosene and virtually anything under the sun that has any calorific value. Such kerosene is heavily subsidized by the government for home use. It is bought from the government run institutions at the subsidized price and put to commercial use. They run the piston block till it corrodes and dies. Then get a new one from the local (self owned) store at cost and replace it !! The business thus remains viable.

More phone antics:

I realized that people here have developed an interesting way of stating phone numbers. the phone number 9983334777 will be stated as " double nine- eight- triple three- four- triple seven". When numbers exceed three they often use phrases like "five sixes after that" to constitute five sixes in a number. I get annoyed with this double-trouble BS and ask people to just state the number. It is a net new skill to be quick to understand and write a number down when some one promptly tells you a number in this fashion.

Corruption:

Corruption is not alien to any society. Even the US is out of the Top 10 most least corrupt countries in the world. The problem occurs when gross inefficiency is tagged along with corruption. If you pay someone kickbacks to get something done, it is not certain that that will really happen in a timeframe you desire. The Chinese government doesnt tolerate inefficiency in its proceedings and people are often punished severely for being a roadblock in the way of progress. Here in India, there is hardly any punishment of any form and hence no real accountability. Bribery and corruption is a way of life. Most people believe that corruption is good for society that it actually acts as a lubricant in the economic machinery. What they dont understand is that it causes a great gap in the income differentials between classes of society. Take for example, a simple boiler inspector for our zone. The guy is so rabidly corrupt that even if you give him the gold standard, he will ask for platinum. These guys get transferred from location to location very quickly, so, the interpretation of policy for the next guy becomes an easy mode of creating a scenario of non-compliance. Thus the next guy makes it an issue with the sole intention of accepting bribes/ gifts in exchange for a certification. Such a boiler inspector should be making about $ 120 a month and that would be more than sufficient amount of money for him to lead a decent lifestyle and be paid well for his educational level and skillset. In our case, this guy makes close to $ 4,000 a month. This money is not passed on to any lower income group and it gets stuck in his throat. So, a class of society has been created that doesnt deserve what it makes. Corruption has been the root of disaster in this society. We are very close to the bottom of that list and virtually nothing is done to build any form of accountability. Learning from other countries, I guess, the levels of corruption go down as the pressure to be corrupt goes down as the living standard improves with employment.

So much for this Episode. I have content for another episode, but, will be releasing it next month.

India Chronicles Episode I

2005-09-14T05:05:00.000-07:00

Almost a month has gone by since I have returned to the homeland. I have some interesting experiences and observations to share for the made in USA and migrated to the USA brains.

Landing home:

As most of you know this was the most memorable of my journeys. I was held back in Korea for a day due to the closure of Bombay's airport due to flooding. The day my plane landed on one of the two airstrips here, it was flooded about a quarter of the way through. The baggage claim belt had been cleaned off the garbage and the bodies of people that were washed into it…. Eww! Then I was stranded at my wife's place in central Bombay because the road to the suburb I live in was washed away. To give you an idea of the amount of rainfall Bombay experienced during that downpour here is an interesting statistic. Three days of rain accounted for the annual water requirement of the city and its suburbs!

The weather:

The weather here has been moderate since that downpour and I had begun to forget how humid Bombay is. When you hold a glass of chilled water in your hand, the condensed water on the outside of the glass is at times more than what is inside. There were a couple of sunny days when it felt like you were walking around in a steam bath. In short, not fun at all. So, all of you bay area folks complaining about humidity, rest your cases now.

The techmology (sic):

The fastest cable connection you can get here is about 256Kbps. While that's not all that bad, you need to have a good relationship with the local provider (agent) and possibly host the central modem/ router. That way, you can control when you get customer service from him. The local guy here is upgrading his network, so, speeds of 1 Mbps are in the near future.

Everybody here has a cell phone. From the cabbie, to the street vendor, to the CEO of a firm. Not just that, they all have fancy cell phones. You will be a pariah if you walk in with your latest Motorazor and flash it out of your pocket. Here you can see brands like O2, mobile video messenger. My O2 phone has a 2.2 MP digital camera, a digital video recorder, a digital voice recorder, windows media player for mp3 files, a mmc card reader, web browser, complete outlook remote synchronization, MS office, e-fax reader & creator, acrobat reader and bluetooth wireless. So, all of you that thought bluetooth was dead, wake up and smell the coffee. I could sit with my phone and do practically anything. Did I mention the games? My son will tell you. Pretty much everything here happens on SMS. Unsolicited credit applications can be taken over SMS and most of the votes for contests are also taken over SMS. I've learnt that most of asia lives on SMS these days.

Work:

Work is very different. These people have redefined the terms SLA and follow-up. I started with a systematic project plan for the expansion of one of the units and realized that every event has a very low probability of occurrence and a large confidence interval. SLA is defined more as a 'service lapse agreement', so, the lapse in service then transforms into amnesia when it comes to obeying the payment terms. I am gradually learning the ropes, who does what. Who is worth how much? Who is reliable, who isn't etc. I spend a lot of time traveling between locations, offices and manufacturing units. I have stopped wearing cologne, because by the time I am back, I usually smell of Dimethyl ether or allyl butyrate or one of the longer names. I have blended in well with my peeps and people don't think of me as the 'phoren' (foreign) returned. In the work culture, a unit or office opens when it opens that's it. The notice board outside that states office hours is basically stating suggested office hours only. There is little respect for time and timeliness. Everyone gives you a time range to meet " I will meet you between 10 and 11" is more common than, "I will meet you at 10:30". Transport is unreliable and so very often commute distances are measured in time and not physical distances. In such case, the people are reluctant to arrive in advance for an appointment, they choose to give you a time range in which they anticipate arrival. Another specific irritation is with phone numbers. Every company gives out a dozen phone numbers. Most of the land lines are dead when there is heavy rainfall or a wind storm passes by, so, they take a chance and hope one of the lines is active. Also, everyone quotes their cell phones and keeps changing them every month. I am thinking of employing a person just to track the changing phone numbers of people. To add to the chaos telephonce exchanges add digits and prefixes to phone numbers altering them further.Things are complicated and your phone book will be very obsolete if you dont update it on a weekly basis.

People:

The people have always been and perhaps will be very myopic in their thinking. Being brown skinned, they imply that you are religious, conservative, are already married or about to get married. Being a businessman, they presume, you have political connections, are corrupt and dishonest etc. They still strongly bear the notion that through software development, they will eradicate poverty. Socially, there has been little change in thinking. The divorce rate has climbed in recent years and that is an indication that working class women are no longer tolerating the bullshit meted out to them by chauvinist husbands. It is an indication of progress. But, as Austin powers say's 'That's about it'. There is little change in casteism or the Indian form of racism as it is referred to. The same values and virtues are passed on without critical thinking or evaluation. Modernization in thought is mostly through the media and exposure to the western style of living.

TV/ Music:

Incredibly boring. Any normal cable subscription has about 80 channels and most of them have some form of boring sitcom showing. On other channels there is a cricket game being shown live or one from the past, mostly one in which India has won (which is a rarity). We have HBO and a couple of other movie channels. All movies are edited to be PG-13, so, you don't have to worry about wrong influences affecting your children. Ironically, rap songs are also edited for lyrics when about 99% of the people wont understands the words or references even if the track is slowed down. Almost all of music released today is remixed!!! All the old tracks are remixed and a video with a skimpily clad woman with silicones is often seen dancing in the rain. If you were to mute the TV in watching one of these videos and played any other remix in the background, I am pretty sure, it will feel like the video is for that song.

Me:

I have taken up the rigorous sport of badminton. It is the local equivalent of squash and kills calories. Nothing fits me anymore as I am becoming leaner by the day. We are planning on moving into our apartment if it gets ready by the 15 ^th Sept. I will be posting pictures soon. I have not washed my clothes, cooked, cleaned, washed or driven my own car. I am an unofficial spoilt brat again. Needless to say although the people have their priorities all wrongly aligned with life, I enjoy being here.

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