Archive for May, 2008

Tuesday May 6, 2008


2008
05.06

My pal Pooh recently put up some old pics of me and the gang from my Pune University days, on Facebook. I used to sport a bob back then. No hairbrushes. No hair product. No scrunchies, which do a vanishing act every two seconds.

So, I did a quick survey: do I look more chic with a short crop or crowning glory(more like straggly strands most days!)?

My mom loves it short. The gypsy loves it short. Sunshine vouches for a Merril with a bob. 

So, I went to the hairdresser and got it all snipped off. And it feels great akin to shedding a whole lot of excess baggage. Later on, though, I got to know that I could have got ‘1000s’ in Altaf’s words, for my tresses if only I had sold them. Apparently hair is in demand these days for the purpose of creating wigs.

A male friend of mine who is a little dramatic is yet to recover from the shock of seeing me with my bob. He thinks it is ’sexy cool’.
Quite a few colleagues mistook me for a new recruit.

Oh and babies and little ‘uns love my new hair. One child (who mostly ignores me) dived into my arms and refused to leave me for the longest time, which is all very nice but also tedious since she weighs a ton. Maybe she thought I was Maria Vontrapp. Or maybe my eyes look bulgier (bulging objects are considered attractive by babies, I’m told).

 

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Monday May 5, 2008


2008
05.05

I recently profiled a 44-year old retail stock investor from Ahmedabad. Here’s a link to the piece:
God save the borrowers!

I showed it to a couple of friends who asked me: do you now write on finance news? Well, I am feature writer at heart and could pretty well write on any damn thing. Finance, lifestyle, sex, et al — though I do have a soft spot for certain things.

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Saturday May 3, 2008


2008
05.03

I attended a panel discussion about the evolution of the global civil society, yesterday. Sounds rich, I know. Initially, it promised to be a series of prepared (no doubt) speeches by the panelists who come from all walks of life.

The mediator happened to be a Brit professor who was not in the least bit stiff upper lipped. On the contrary, he turned out to be a witty chap with twinkling eyes and a crooked smile who managed to diffuse the air of formality with his timely retorts.

And suddenly we had young people, old people, activists and yuppies, men and women, Indians and people of other nationalities diving into the Q&A session with a vengeance, striving to have their say. The discussion took an impassioned turn about the meaning of ’globalisation’, media ethics, ethics in general terms, corruption, et al. Such discussions always run the risk of turning into slanging matches. But the speaker did manage to diffuse the tension, though not the tangential twists it took.

Post the event my pal Altaf, who with his fabulous networking and organisational skills help put the event together, nudged me (rather maternally) to ‘go mingle’. So, I spoke to the speaker  who was still in high spirits. He seemed to have this natural curiosity to know what people were thinking and why.

Our conversation turned to a comment by one of the panelists, a head honcho from one of the broadcast news channels. He did not mince any words when he mentioned that his job was to ‘create maximum economic value for the stakeholder of his company‘. I appreciate his candid nature, because it was a refreshing departure from other media houses who merely pay lip service to the fouth estate, when indeed there is no integrity in their brand of journalism. On the other hand we can’t real blame them. Editors are pressurised by the marketing heads. Marketing heads are pressured by the majority stakeholder. Majority stakeholders want to be rich and influence people. When editors rebel they get the boot.  

So, the Internet is probably the best place to start telling the truth. It allows us to analyse, connect, communicate, propogate, et al. One just needs to know how to tap it’s true potential.

Altaf is one such fellow who exploits (and I mean this in a good way) the Internet very effectively to connect people, network,  create audiences and participants for all sorts of events, forums, messages and causes. In fact, he’s the go-to person of Internet networking and communication.

My friend Alan does not bother reading the newspapers or watching broadcast news channels, because he thinks they mostly report a load of crap. He gets his political information from private blogs (Example: Crooksandliars.com), videos forums and a few television shows he swears by (like the Bill Maher‘s Real Time), et al. Ultimately he draws his own conclusions about world events and perceptions, after a sifting through various sources of information he considers to be reliable.  

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Friday May 2, 2008


2008
05.02

So, I dropped in at yet another married girlfriend’s place this week, but it struck me that the two GFs in question are as different as chalk and cheese.

What they do have in common is that they are both smart, career-oriented, have married the men of their dreams (nightmares), given birth to bonny babies, live in swanky apartments, et al. But one did it the kosher, square way. The other skips along the road less traveled (and often condemned).

Ms Kosher got her management degree and met her hubby in college. Both launched lucrative careers, then got married in their 20’s and lived the DINK lifestyle for a bit. Now, they have kids, and the wife has taken a short sabbatical from work and is already scouting for second career and work-from-home options, which seems all the rage in the career space these days.

Not so with my other friend. This one’s temperament and lifestyle have seen a series of tumultuous twists and turns in the past 10 years. She and her hubby have known each other for donkeys years, and eventually tied the knot in their 30’s — soon after they got to know that a love child was on the way. Your average unmarried mum would be terrified of upsetting family and society. Not this one. No doubt, she experienced a tinge of sadness (and some stabs of angst) whilst giving them the news, prematurely.

But overall, the love child was a great source of joy and excitement for the couple. Having set the tone for a life of no-nonsense together, the families (his, the epitome of affectionation and conservatism) seem to have taken the marriage and the newborn, in their stride. She took her vows with parents and family by her side, a big bump under that wedding dress. These days the little cherub has intense conversations with inanimate objects (the ceiling, the tube light, wind chimes, et al).

Apparently, her employers wanted a marriage certificate to sort out her maternity leave issues. “How does it matter if I am married of not?‘ she asks. ‘Nowhere does it say I need to be married, she insists. I marvel at her nonchalant crusade against all that is expected.

Both women are headstrong Scorpians and it seems, no one can tell them what to do.

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