Thursday, November 10, 2016


I don't think I have ever been ecstatic about a political / policy decision take by the government. Forget ecstatic, not even been happy about it. Most of the policy decisions usually end up as debates between friends and family and in my head itself. Like the RTI, the outcomes of Nirbhaya and so on. 

Well that changed yesterday when Prime Minister Modi invalidated the ₹500 & ₹1000 denominations. With one master stroke, he has managed to kill black money & counterfeit money. He has also managed to force people to adopt electronic money, killed corruption, rebooted the real estate market, changed elections, lowered income tax levels' and as per some, brought inflation under control forever. 

And that makes me, a salaried employee who doesn't have any black money avenues available to him, feel really really good. 

Yea I know, time will tell if all or any of this will come true. But there is hope, and that on its one enough to justify the 'inconvenience' caused. 

First some rebuttals to arguments made by so many:

  1. Yes is not original thinking. Banning large currency notes is an old idea. But magic is in implementation. And Modi did it beautifully. Its well thought of, well timed, done in absolute secrecy so there are no loopholes or undue pressures. 
  2. Why now, people ask...Well not really now. This has been in the making from day 0 of him become PM, right from opening Jan Dhaan accounts, to making PAN compulsory. 
  3. What after a the new notes come into circulation - Well two things, with this move, Modi is ensure that everyone starts with a clean slate. And secondly, methinks this will become a regular activity. At the risk of repeating myself, it'll be like Bisleri changing their packaging. 
  4. What about Land and Gold and what not - Land and Gold and any other fixed assets give value only when they are sold. and who is gonna have the black money to buy. And if its bought in white, then the govt gets it fair share. 
  5. My full family in Haldwani, actually everyone in Haldwani don't want to use plastic - well this will force them good. 
  6. It causes inconvenience - As Modi said, so what. Small price to pay for such large gains. 
  7. How do they differentiate between 'money we keep at home for security' vs 'black money' - Well they plot the histogram, find its exponential, start from the peak end and start taxing. 
  8. People will go to jail - Well no, Modi is from Gujarat, a business state. They don't jail their most talented people (the fact that they made loads of black money and managed to hide it means they are talented), they will just ensure that the country also benefits from their talents. A 45% tax rate + 5 - 15% as punishment. 
So that was about the scheme. Now the person. Modi was no one till the riots happened, no one knew him really, but post riots everyone did. Infamous is also a way of becoming famous you see. We all know Modi is driven by his self image, by his need to leave a legacy behind. He is narcissistic and power hungry. And he always managed the show. I have believed this for long, Modi will end up becoming a dictator. He will be awesome for India, don't get me wrong. But at one point, he will become dictatorial. Some day he will realise that he deserves more respect for what he has done to the country, and he would have done a lot, but at that point, he would start turning draconian. Or it could be a very strategic well thought out plan and if so, I think he will use war with Pakistan to get over our ideals of democracy and the armed forces. 
But then, I have for the longest of times believed that India needs a dictator. We used to debate about this many years back in college, and well, if that what it takes to transform this country so be it. We need someone who has the right vision, the execution skills required to implement it and the balls to do so, and Modi is all of that. So what if he is driven by his own legacy, aren't we all at some point. Not a lot of Mother Teresa's out there!

Wait and watch...

PS: If the above does happen, and sure he or his supporters are gonna find this blog and pursue am putting my life at risk writing this. Makes me feel good! All for the country!
And there is a quote from the dark knight said by Dent - You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. And another one said somewhere else - heroes die young!

Thats all I am saying, you do the math!!! 

Sunday, April 24, 2016

on a loop...

listening to songs on a loop, on a new namesake speaker gifted by friends, and just didn't feel right not to write...and easiest, always ready topic is movies...

Was listening to a song from Highway, and wondering how far have we come. I did predict it many years ago, indian cinema is on the verge of greatness...of making movies which are not only technically perfect, but leave an impression. I do think movies made today will stay with us forever.

Couple of movies over the last few months which left an impression were Tamasha and Kapoor & Sons. Don't remember too much of Tamasha...I did start writing about it at the time but some how ran out of words. The movie resonated so much with me and with a lot of folks I knew. It was one of those movies which you can understand only if you have lived what was depicted, else you are just lost as to what is happening. 

We all lost our innocence somewhere, we all changed to fit in and somewhere forgot out dreams, and started living a double life, to an extent that at one point many of us just forgot who we are, we just confuse ourselves. We are always like fish out of water, never know where we fit in. And that kinda affects everything in our lives, you gotta ask yourself, are you your true self with there a true self left. And rest of life is spent searching for that true self...or in pursuit of our dream as they say. 

The way tamasha depicted this, the way tamasha showed how Ranbir broke the shackles, shackles which were put on him by none other but him was amazing. And well, the only two things which can propel you to do that is love and a pursuit of a higher objective, a passion that engulfs you. How Padukones character lets go, suffers and waits for it to happen was another part of the awesome story. Tells you true sacrifice does help, wishing good for someone with all your heart, unselfishly, does help. Reiki does work!!! 

The theme of living an alternate life, either in dreams or a on vacations is not new, the Mask introduced it to me...and well if nothing else, all of us do have that imaginary friend in our heads who we have grown up with, who is nothing but your manifestation of what you really wanted to be, of who you really are inside...

And well another truth that most of us, at least in India have lived with is the disjoined, dysfunctional family. Growing up, I thought I was the only one, funnily, putting myself on a pedestal thinking that I was the only one...I was the only one who had a tough life, tough family. and I rebelled, and struggled with it, But then as I spoke to others, found out that it was not just me, it was pretty much everyone. Everyone, friends, cousins, everyone had pretty much the same story. Families which were tied by blood and society, members of which were expected to behave in a certain way. and because of that expectation, they could never ask what they really wanted, they never could express themselves or what they thought of others. Relations built on societal terms, not on love and just caring.  But then you can't really go far when you imprison your true self, your thoughts, the self keeps on breaking out...

and in Kapoor & sons, it breaks out in a fashion which almost destroys that 'family' but ends up tying everyone in a true everlasting relation. Mostly each family has a member who keeps the family together, and maintains the status quo, gets fighting people talking...but just once, once in a while, it doesn't work and all hell breaks lose. 

So what gyaan, well frankly, like most of the things in this blog, I have solutions which I struggle to implement in my own life. But what if we did live a true life, one where our own selfish self is shown as it is, because well we all are selfish. What if everyone is accepting, know that only when they accept, will they be accepted. What if there are not societal burdens, no universal rights and wrongs, what if we accept that everyone is grey, there is no perfect and so everyone is perfect, for themselves at least. 

Somehow we have tried to clothe everyone with an artificial cloak, a cloak which makes everyone acceptable to other, a cloak which reduces friction. But it also hides our individuality, and although reduces the friction between people, increases the friction within the self. And at some point that has to come out. 

Can't help but mention Osho's philosophy, everyone for themselves, selfish but considerate & responsible. No one is a criminal, everyone is just for themselves. Relations based only on love and caring, not on 'what is right, what is required'. 

Both of the movies surprised me, didn't expect anyone to handle such topics, till I saw the movies, didn't realise these were real issues to be handled. But someone did...and I am happy for that. 

anyways...kudos to both movies...not only did they explore complex topics, they did so in innovative and a very entertaining manner.

Take care

PS: from the heart...!

Saturday, February 27, 2016

farewell speech...

Let me tell you a story, a story of a journey, the journey of a wandering probe to the youngest planet of the brightest star in the universe...The stars, and there were many of them, used fuel to create more fuel. This was done by the probes, who had built engines. And our star had the most efficient engine to do this. It produced the most fuel and was the envy of the entire universe.

The story starts about 9 eons back, when the probe, against all odds landed on this planet. This was the probes first journey, and the planet, although had not light of its own, shined bright, bathed in the white light of its star. There were many other probes who landed along  with our probe here...and as soon as they landed, they were told "go to our star, see and understand its ways, learn how to make fuel, and then come back and make some on your own." And so they took another journey, flew to their star. And the star was all that it promised and more. Our probe and all others were in awe of the star, and had the best of times. They learned the ropes, and had a great time doing so. 

And then it was time to come back...and well you can't live anywhere for free, so the probe started contributing to creation of the fuel. But the planet was almost as good as the star it served, and so the probe enjoyed. There were many other probes, old and new, and our probe learnt a lot from them.

But there were a toxic chemical reaction brewing on the star, on all the stars actually. You see, the stars were mixing lot of bad fuel with a little bit of good fuel to produce what they thought and sold as awesome fuel. But the bad fuel showed its colors, and the engines started misfiring. And one day a couple just exploded. Others stars became dim, some died a slow death. But our star was still shining, still the brightest. You see, our star only kept the best probes, probes who created the best in class parts and an engine which could create fuel out of pretty much anything.

But for how long...this was a gravitational wave which had hit the universe, a gravitational wave created by the collision of two black holes named greed and fear. The waves were fondly called bubbles, and this one was stronger than most, and lasted longer than most. And our star started flickering, and became dimmer.

And in this darkening environment, an enlightened probe with a powerful torch and illuminated an idea.  So what if the engine is not performing well, and your probes are leaving, you still have all the parts, he said. Let's just replicate the parts and sell them for fuel.

All the fellow probes loved the idea, so the enlightened probe got to work, and he brewed up a dust storm which is still to settle. The crust of the star got eroded and the probes feared that even the core might burn out.

But the story is about our little probe, the wanderer who was feeling lost, and looking for his own beam.  

Fortunately (or not) in all of this confusion and darkness, our little probe got the invitation for a journey on another galaxy, and the choice was to wait for the dust to settle and the bright star to emerge again, or go on another journey. And he thought, what the heck, time to create my own little dust storm.

Incidentally, the star is fondly called the firm, and today is my last at the firm.

This was my talk for our toastmasters club CC2, on the last day at my previous job. 

Thursday, February 18, 2016

this happened at 560034...

560034 as you might have guessed is an Indian Postal Code, of what arguably is the startup capital of the county. 560034 is Koramangla, Bangalore, where most of the most successful Indian Startups have roots, where a startup opens (and closes) everyday, where every third door is a startup without a board, where every chaiwala (including Costa Coffee) and paanwala (or daaruwala) runs because of these startups. 

The story in short first, questions later...and maybe some gyaan. 

This happened specifically in Koramangla 3rd Block, which is one of the richest areas in not just Koramangla or Bangalore, but perhaps whole of India. You just have to take a walk along the many mains and cross roads to see the kind of wealth and power which resides here. Needless to say the Residents Association (Koramangla 3rd Block Residents Welfare Association or KML 3rd Blk RWE in short) has a lot of clout. This clout though is mostly used for the good of the residents and the area in whole, the area has one of the best parks a locality can have (with a library and open gym mind you), roads with barricades, police patrolling 24 x 7, a composting plant, a soon to be inaugurated lake and so much more.  The people comprising are quite aware, proactive and mature. 

The area has some shops, the oldest being Sheetal's Iyengar Bakery, run by a stern, no nonsense uncle. A pretty usual bakery, serving tea, coffee, yummy snacks and warm bread, but no cigarettes. "No Cigarettes" I emphasize. Lately some other shops had opened around the bakery, and they sell everything that uncle does, plus Cigarettes. Also a well funded startup in the food delivery space opened its office bang opposite the bakery. 

So a couple of things happened, because the shops were selling ciggies, it started attracting crowds, am not commenting on what kind of crowds, but crowds for sure. And the food delivery startup, because of the kind of business it is in, also had a lot of employees (delivery guys basically) waiting around for their number to come, adding to the crowd. This particular addition to the crowds though, from some experiences I had, was surely not all of the right kind. And yea, lets not forget the bunch of college kids who every morning would bunk college, and loiter around the bakery for hours...

On a side note, Iyerngar Bakery uncle was approached by some startup to start stocking their ready to eat packaged food, biryanis and the kind. Uncle had agreed to it (the margins were high) and had already gotten the marketing material ready for the big launch...

Anyways, so now, you had this huge crowd just hanging around the bakery and its surroundings, dumping garbage all around, making noise and generally disrupting the quite calm environs of Koramangla 3rd Block. I knew it wouldn't take long for this to erupt and it didn't. One fine morning, the RWE asked all the shops, again, "all" the shops to put their shutters down, and close their business. Seems they had some police backing, because all shops had to comply, and its been a week now, the street is hauntingly deserted...the quite calm environs are back, but it has taken away the little good life which was there because of the Iyengar Bakery...

Long Story, but here are some questions??

  1. What was the fault of the Iyengar Bakery? Or was it just timing and the association?
  2. How much control should neighbourhoods have on the businesses that run in those neighbourhoods, especially the ones with legal approvals? 
  3. What role did the two start-ups have in all of this?

For the first one, I think it was just timing. I also think that Uncle has earned enough good will for KML 3rd Block RWE to realise that he was not the root of the problem, and to make amends and let him open shop again...I so hope that they do.

I won't go into the second, I don't know really...any comments, your two paise of opinion is welcome.

But coming to the mudda, the third question...what role did the startups have. Shouldn't the startups, the food delivery one and the ready made food one, have been more socially conscious? The first one should have instructed its delivery people to stay 'in' office, and if not, at least behave. Maybe they shouldn't have established a office in a purely residential area, knowing that their under construction office won't accomodate their entire staff. The second one should have made sure that once sold and consumed, the packaging of their readymade food is correctly disposed. But all they did was woo uncle with a 40% margin...

And this is really a wider question, because this is the same questions which comes to mind when you hear stories of offices of startups such as NoBroker and ZipCab and Uber being vandalised by people who have lost their income. All great models, which solve a problem in an innovative way. But it leads to a clash of the new and the old, and the old will have to adapt or die, but shouldn't the new be conscious of the old and some how figure out how to be inclusive. Or at least help the old in adapting to the new. Take the example of Ola, because everyone started taking cabs, the rickshawallas started feeling threatened, and Ola just included them in the ecosystem. Consumers, rickshawallas and Ola, all profited. 

So heres the gyaan for the startups, be a bit empathetic to the ones who's livelihood you are going to take, be a bit conscious of the environment you are going to operate in, because if these two are not happy, or at least ok with your business model, and the way you run your business, its not going to survive too long...

Signing off with a hope that Iyengars opens again...

Take care

Tuesday, February 09, 2016


Its been two weeks since we last walked on ice, and two weeks since we all have been reminiscing those 9 days of walking on ice and grit. I say 'we;, because going by the occasional but daily FB likes on one or the other pic by someone from the group, pretty much tells me that all of us are in the same boat. The walk is over, the memories will be always be us. 

That is a sign of a good trek by the way, you finish the trek, and then remember it forever. You think about the walk to fall asleep and dream about the vistas once asleep. Incidents, steps (or missteps), jumps and falls, crossings and breaks, all stay fresh in your mind, and even as they fade in your memory, when you do see a pic or meet a group mate and recall an incident, you relive the entire experience.

And this was one such trek. And a trek it was, no doubts about it. It might be counted as one of the top ten treks in the world as per National Geographic, but at the core of it, Chadar is a trek, like any other, the only difference being that it was cold extremely cold, and you were walking on ice. But otherwise pretty much like any other trek. 

Or so I thought for the first two days of walking...

But then, in most treks you can't see your reflection as if your are walking on a mirror, in most treks you don't walk on a surface as smooth as glass, or on waves frozen in time, or ice like freckles on a pretty face or on torsion cracks or crunchy swishy melting ice-cream like ice, or besides (and sometimes over) a pristine river, or along small and big icebergs, or on crackling ice, or on steep razor sharp rocks or on melting frozen snow or on frozen waterfalls and streams and tributaries. Most treks, you don't chase sunlight like your life depends on it, slide under rocky outcrops, walk on your tiptoes on the frozen margin of a river, or wade through icy cold pools of clear water (with your trousers folded up to you knees mind you), or on the side of landslide prone disintegrating debris mountains, or through tunnels formed by rivers running through landslide blockages. Most treks you don't have to rush on breaking ice with a calm urgency, and hear the cracking groans of the ice under your feet, or have your leg suddenly pierce through what seems like solid snow and then hanging ankle deep in the rushing freezing river below. Most treks you don't walk along a winding river which has cut through majestic mountains, most treks you don't lose yourself in a maze, not knowing where you are in the big picture, but always knowing where to go next. Most treks you become confident of your footing in an hour or so, here you have to watch every step, right up to the last one. Most treks you don't do disco every few steps to stop yourself from falling, most treks you don't fall in the double digits and still remain unhurt. Most treks you don't meet ladhakis who take care of you and all your needs, who safe guard you, who play the perfect hosts, and entertain you. Most treks, the terrain doesn't change every few meters, and is surely not completely different, even though you are coming back by the same route. 

Most treks are not Chadar.

Am not sure how to write about Chadar, or what to write really. There is no way to express how you feel when you walk on ice along the flowing river, the serenity of the experience, its almost therapeutic. The 9 days I spent their, I didn't think of anything else...nothing. Every day was just about the routine, get up - do your morning stuff - pack your bag - eat breakfast - walk - lunch - walk - reach the campsite - dump luggage into tent - tea and snacks - dry your socks & shoes - dinner -  some talk - setup sleeping bag - roll around in the tent trying to sleep - sleep - repeat. Seems a lot, but compared to our city lives, these things are just the basic essentials for survival. You kind of learn how to scrape out all the unnecessary crap we do in our days here, you think before everything, do I really want to do this. This is a place which teaches you the value of small joys of life.  Like finding a private spot to do your morning thing, finding clean socks to wear, washing your face, hot water from the flask, cream biscuits, a spot in the sun, a cave with a fire...the last is more of a 'today's my lucky day' moment actually!

I might want to tell you how to prep for the trek or what to carry, but then there is nothing which has not been said already, and frankly, there will always be something left out. If you go, you will have a personal experience, if lucky, profound personal experience and you should vie for one Inspite of all the prep, there will be things that you would have forgotten (or shouldn't have carried). You will feel cold, and you will feel tired, doesn't mean don't prep, but be prepared for the struggle inspite of all your prep. And please ignore all the advice you get on timing your trip, Chadar has a mind of its own, it will change and there will be stretches which are not frozen...and frankly that is the beauty of it. If you don't find those stretches, unlucky you. Only advice I can give is don't start or finish during long weekends, because there will be many who will, and getting stuck in a traffic jam on a mountain slope where the only spots you can safely place your feet are where your feet are already placed, is not a very nice feeling

some learnings though...long treks are better than short treks, for the only reason that you make friends. Like on this one, most of us were struggling with names and faces on the first day, on the last day were all joking around like college buddies. And you get to know personalities in longer treks, how people react, what people enjoy. If you are into that kind of a thing that is...

Pack your bag well, carry the essentials that everyone has talked about, have options and adapt. Believe me, forgetting the smallest of things becomes an everyday irritation, its like that small 'kankar' in your shoe, niggling little thing! Options in clothes is good, layers are what matter, but don't carry two of everything, instead mix and match. Buy stuff from Leh market, army stuff is cheap and good quality. Thermos (750ML) and hot water bag is essential. Give yourself time to acclimatize, try not to take diamox. 

It will be cold, does't matter how ever well prepared you are or how ever many layers you are wearing. Make your peace with the cold, try to ignore it and enjoy the views. Don't just walk and go through the motions, enjoy the trek. Like most other treks, Chadar tends to overwhelm you in the first few days, get a handle on it, and then take time out to open the zipper of your tent and watch the sunset (or the moonrise). Or like flat on the rocks when the sun's out midway through the day's walk, and just watch the blue skies. Because thats what its about...the walk is to clear your head, forget everything, the breaks are to enjoy that clarity, experience nothingness. 

Keep some small treats for your self during the trek. And leave a bottle of brandy, clean undies and socks at Leh, you thank me...small pleasures remember. 

And lastly, and most importantly, do not get swayed by the marketing guys who sell you the trip on the internet. Guys like Rohit Khattar, who have absolutely no control over what happens once you hit Chadar. They don't even own the tents or utensils or anything else. All they do is book the clients, make false promises and charge a premium for it. All arrangements are made by the porter association in Leh, they own all the assets, assign the porters and guides. I read about this on the net, didn't believe it, paid a premium for the false promises, and that was the only disappointment of the trip. And Khattar was not even present when we got back for us to complaint, neither did he reply back to a mail that I sent post the trek. For the premium we paid, we were promised a smaller group of 10 - 12, with a 1-1 porter ration, the group actually was 18 people with a staff of just 13. That meant less number of tents, no bonfires at campsites and rationed food everyday. We were promised a day at Lingshead, but were never told about the risks. We were not even told that a day in lingshead would mean we would have to complete the way back in 3 days instead of the usual 4. Just a lot of marketing talk and  false promises.

So my advice, and pay attention, contact the porters association or a Ladhaki guide directly, they will be cheaper, more honest and will take care of you. The only reason Rohit Khattar couldn't ruin our trip was of the porters and the guides. Our guide was Tenzing, trustworthy, helpful, he will get you out of situations and will keep you safe. Highly recommended, can be contacted @ +91 9469393192. (He might be on a trek and so unreachable, so give it a couple of trys. Also give 'Kitao' group's reference.)

thats it, Kitao

PS: I will keep on updating the blog as I remember things, as I said, these kinda treks stay with you forever. And secondly, if you don't about Chadar, below is a short primer. 

Chadar is a 9 or 11 or 15 day trek on the river Zanskar in winters when it turns into a river of ice. Ironically, this trek is undertaken by Zanskaris to get to Leh in the winters, to get their kids to school or to get supplies for the remaining summer months. Ironic, because most places are connected in summers and cut off in winters, but the opposites true for Zanskar region. You don't gain a lot of altitude in the trek, usually walking about 5 - 8 hours a day, covering anywhere between 6 to 15 kms. There are many many places to pitch a tent and call it a day, but usually you do Leh -- drive 3 hour -- Daar -- Walk 6 hrs / 9 km -- Singdha -- Walk 8 hrs / 12 km -- Tibb -- Walk 9 hrs 15 km -- Narek -- Walk 7 hrs -- Lingshead and back. Day temperature around -10, night -20 and below. And these are not just numbers, it is cold out there. A lot of blogs will tell you its just a walk on ice, believe me its not. This is am much of a trek as any, there is climbing involved, there are risks. And this is so much more...I guarantee, you shall not forget this one easily!

And lastly Kitao is a war cry that Zanskaris use to motivate each other on steep climbs or when carrying 40 kgs of load on their backs, and which became our group name