<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600</id><updated>2012-02-09T17:02:32.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporadic Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Now that u have actually hit my blog, lemme tell u that its nothing more than an attempt to pen down bizzare thoughts that come to my mind. Pls dont ask me why are the topics so disconnected...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-5842326452742837977</id><published>2008-02-23T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:02:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The duration of pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s been a really long time that I wrote something and tonight I just feel like taking my laptop and penning down some thoughts that have been for some reason or the other occurring to me since evening and since there is no reason the thoughts should come to me, I sit back and ask myself. “What is the duration of pain?” or “How long should pain last?”
Pain happens and goes away but the scars are deep; they rise in some cauldron of our hearts and engulf us for a long long time to come, long after they have happened; long after you have sobbed your pillows to tears; long after you have stared blankly at that mirror showing the reflection of a person that appears like you, sans all the joi-de-vivre and apparently asking God, “Why me?? Why did it have to be me?”. Long after pain loosens its apparent grip over you, it revisits you time and again in the most unconnected of moments. You never know when the unwanted visitor comes knocking at the doorsteps of your mind and completely derails your present. Somehow the word transience doesn’t apply to pain. It never goes away, it keeps coming back. Hence there is nothing called the duration of pain. At max, it can be broadly categorized into two categories- one when it is all encompassing and the other, when it is episodic.
Pain, after it is gone, is extremely episodic in nature. You have apparently moved on in life but then for some reason or the other, the shit thing comes up all over again; you don’t know what triggers that; maybe that gaze at the calm sea, maybe that calling of a particular name; maybe the mention of some topic; maybe the sight of a particular beverage; something or the other will happen and then you have had it. You are lost and deep down you really cry badly. Cry because you have lost something dear; cry because few things you cherished in life are no more with you; cry because you have come to kissing distance with grabbing your dreams and then had to let it just go. Yes, kissing distance; f#$#ing kissing distance. And that hurts. Why? Because having come so close was like a glimpse of what could have happened; and along that journey of getting the glimpse, you have created memories, the same memories, which albeit a source of happiness when there is nothing to look around, is also the reason of pain many a times. If pain is not preceded by immense pleasure, I believe the situation gets highly ameliorated but this inadvertent sequence whereby pain follows heights of pleasure magnifies the sadness and also creates enough memory, which you sigh at; because they have given you a picture of an otherwise sexed out life which in reality and at present is completely (at least on a relative scale) f#@$ed up.
Long time back, I was generally talking to a physiatrist and he was telling me that the biggest reasons people decay is because they cannot move on. They just cannot let go of their pasts and look forward to what life has to offer and in this context he was saying that it’s very important for people to remain happy as that will take away their thoughts from the past to the present. To this I generally asked him, “and what if the past has been so damn good that the present can never ever match upto that?”
He smiled…I got my answer….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-5842326452742837977?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/5842326452742837977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=5842326452742837977' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5842326452742837977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5842326452742837977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2008/02/duration-of-pain.html' title='The duration of pain...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-7010022877236489429</id><published>2007-10-27T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T04:58:39.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One thing in which, of late, my luck has been good is my choice of books. Just finished reading this absolutely wonderful book, "Man's search for meaning". I must say, absolutely haunting and brilliant. I had read a book on the same subject, "Night" by Elie Weisel, but i must confess this one is far more gripping than the previous, the way it has intertwined physcology with a personal account of the author's own suffering, the book is absolutely amazing (of course if u can tolerate the extremely gory narrations of the pathos of the camp inmates).
Among other things, two sections of the book that really made me think, think really hard are the sections regarding a person's ability to really enjoy happiness after a prolonged period of suffering and the outlook of a person when he is in a position of power after having suffered immensely.
Let me put down my thoughts on the first one. Prolonged periods of pain makes a person belief that happiness is something that is restricted to the realms of fantasy and hallucination; its makes a man skeptic; u dont believe that life can actually be good; it all seems a dream and you start believing that like all dreams, this too isnt for real and extremely transcient in nature. And to some extent this is something akin to a self-fulfilling prophecy. Happiness in my opinion is a gradual increasing thing which requires effort to keep it ongoing. For eg: wealth requires management to keep it increasing; love requires attention to sustain; Everything has to be nurtured for it to grow and if we believe that it isnt for real, we wont nurture it and sooner or later it will go away. I am not saying that nurturing will ensure that it wont go away but negligence is just like converting a stroll to a run to the graveyard.
This makes me think. What would life be for such people.What would life be when you can see happiness, when it's all around you but you are too skeptical to enjoy it. Think about it, I have seen the look on a diabetic person staring at a plate full of badam-kulfi. If just a plate of sweets can make a person so sad, what would something as grave as being devoid of happiness do to a person. I mean it would reduce a person to sheer biological existence. What is life without happiness? What would life be when there is nothing to look forward to, what would life be with noone to come back to, what would life be when you unlock the house after a hard day at work and are pretty content seeing empty walls. The problem in these situations is not that the current situation is so bad, its a man's surrender to fate and his belief that the situation is there to stay and there is going to be no amelioration ever that literally kills him.
God save people from such situations!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-7010022877236489429?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/7010022877236489429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=7010022877236489429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/7010022877236489429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/7010022877236489429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-like-that.html' title='Just like that....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-4058267984496807993</id><published>2007-10-08T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:37:42.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will cry when I die :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was just browsing through the Net that I came across this book; must say pretty interesting title. Now when I was sitting in my house generally getting ready to sleep, this topic came to my mind: What if I die now; what if this is my last night; what if my life were to end in my sleep tonight; who would in all certainties cry for me; cry not because that’s the best thing to do; cry not because it would look un-cool to remain stoic and happy; cry because they would really miss me, at least for some time in their respective lives. Just taking this thought further, I start counting and what amazes me is that beyond my family, I can’t even think of more than 5 names who would I am sure genuinely miss me in their lives, for some time though; of course I am not counting the many condolence messages, “oops I am so sorry, what an young age to die etc” shit that will come pouring in.
This makes me think, what an irony; in all these years just 5 damn names. What the hell have I done in my life? What have I achieved? Think about it; Kurt Cobain was already dead at my age; and what the hell have I done?
When I am thinking about all this, I am also realizing that our lives actually are damn futile; we wake up, slog out, come back, rest our asses on the couch, watch something stupid on TV and hit the bed again; add a gathering here and there and that’s life. Seriously if I think about it, we all, IIM graduates, supposedly among the brightest of the lot lead such a dull and meaningless life; a life full of material pursuits and literally nothing less; having left no damn mark or our footprints on this world.
I also want to state that I don’t want to say that all these material stuff and all is not important but tonight (at 3AM) when I am writing all this, I cant help but think that we live such an ordinary life; how else would u describe a life being remembered dil se with only five people. Only five damn people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-4058267984496807993?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/4058267984496807993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=4058267984496807993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/4058267984496807993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/4058267984496807993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-will-cry-when-i-die.html' title='Who will cry when I die :)'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-4835314672445985844</id><published>2007-09-18T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:03:40.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The value of nothingness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am on a break...not a sabbatical but just a week long break and one question i keep getting by everyone is so, where r u going, why not take a vacation, why not go home, etc etc. I too initially wanted to indulge in all of these but then i refrained myself and i just stayed at my apartment, not doing anything and from my experience in the last two days, all i can say is nothingness has its own value. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the normal course life is very hectic. Getting up and just running here and there just makes you completely drained by the end of the week and no sonner you realise that, you are already hitting Sunday evening and the race begins again and in the background of all these, this break seems amazing.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last two days, frankly I have done nothing. I wake up leasurely, make my tea, aaram se read the newspaper, prepare my breakfast, ask the maid to make a nice lunch, relax again, watch tv, read a book, go for a brisk walk and just laze around. Thankfully, my house comp is also not working and hence that ensures i dont spend all my time sticking my neck on the screen. Life is very slow and the lack of pace really lets me unwind.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I could have gone somewhere but there is value in being with just yourself, all alone for the whole day, no one around and you being able to just gaze into the thin air for sometime more, roll here and then on the couch for sometime extra and stretch ur legs a bit more....there is value in all of these; there is immense pleasure in sleeping without thinking about the meetings the following day; there is immense pleasure in waking up, gazing at the watch and not saying, damn i am getting late...better still, there is immense pleasure in waking up and not feeling the need to gaze at the watch at all....&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No wonder the elders talked so much about stopping to smell the roses...Nothingness has its own virtue.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-4835314672445985844?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/4835314672445985844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=4835314672445985844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/4835314672445985844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/4835314672445985844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/09/value-of-nothingness.html' title='The value of nothingness....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-7777773666814870143</id><published>2007-09-02T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:51:21.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleagues and Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember once way back in 1999 when I was in Bangalore and a colleague’s uncle had introduced me to some other people, “Meet Sandeep; he is a colleague of Ramesh.” That day I felt very bad. How could he use the cold word colleague when I actually thought we were good friends? A lot of water has passed under the bridge in the last (almost) decade and I have changed a lot. Today I don’t mind using the word colleague or even a colder one-acquaintance if I find that suitable. Anyways, let us come to the main topic. Is it a good idea to make friends in office or not?

I of late have started feeling that it’s not such a great idea to have close friends in office. I feel very strange saying so because both my very good friends are the ones whom I had met during internship; so office has given me my so to say emotional anchors. But those were the days when there was hardly any competition among us, much less back stabbing and politics but today the scenario is very different. Everyone seems to have an agenda, right from licking someone to proving one’s superiority/smartness to passing the buck; there is no dearth of reason why someone out there is always ready to take you for a ride.

However it is not easy to remain cold and extremely formal in office. Come on, you spend anything upward of 50-60 hours in office every week. You better enjoy the company over there. Consulting is every worse. You literally spend complete weeks with them when you are out on client assignments hence colleagues are more like friends; you work, you have fun, you share and you even sit by each other and care like a close pal (Senior, if you are reading this, you know what I am referring to) and hence it’s very important to send the right vibes and be friends with your colleagues. However things are not that rosy always.

Fact remains that at the end of the day, everyone is here for a purpose and hence there are clashes and conflicts. Worse still, if people are by nature nasty they will hurt you even there doesn’t exist any reason for the same. There’s deceit, there’s camouflage, there’s double standardism, and there is every possible vice that exists in the world present in offices.

Balancing all of these calls for a lot of maturity. On one hand you can either be either someone absolutely cold and aloof and on the other you could end up baring your ass for anyone to screw. It’s a tough call. At the end of the day, I still don’t know what is the right path? All I can say is that caution is the key; be friendly but not overtly and don’t spill all your beans to everyone. Be sure they are genuine and never forget that friends also have friends. For the rest, there is nothing which bars from having a good time together, talking some general or work related stuff, being friendly but still having zero expectations and not saying/doing anything that might tomorrow put you in a tight spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-7777773666814870143?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/7777773666814870143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=7777773666814870143' title='83 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/7777773666814870143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/7777773666814870143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/09/colleagues-and-friends.html' title='Colleagues and Friends...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-5656752020716698014</id><published>2007-08-31T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:55:00.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between boys and girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mast life hoti hai...Last night i was talking to a friend of mine and we were planning to take a vacation together. However, neither of us felt comfortable with just the two of us going, cause it would look like a date which obviously it wasnt and now the search begins for a third person, failing which all our plans would go for a toss.. Kya sad case hai; had it been a guy and such a close pal, this situation would never have come...but since its the opposite gender in question, sochna padta hai...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In this case it was very frank, mature talk but if you are not a part of a larger group and get along very well, at times it becomes an issue, what will she think, would she read too much into my behaviour etc etc...The situation gets largely ameliorated if atleast one of the persons in question is committed to someone else or if there is a larger group between the two but if neither of this exist, potential for a problem does exist , something very close to... &lt;em&gt;self-fulfilling prophecies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For me i can tell that some of my good friends are from the opposite gender and it feels sad when despite things being so platonic, at times u have to make changes eg: chances of ditching this vacation plan just because of our stupid thoughts or our concern of what others would be thinking....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I personally believe that any external party can never tell what type of relationship exists between a guy and a girl. They might be spending hell lot of time together, might be seen together everywhere but that doesnt mean they are having a scene or something and equally possible, they might rarely be together but there could a lot happening...There is this clear line of demarcation, which manifests itself in the basic air which engulfs when u meet which tells the difference and this line is absolutely invisible to another person....Only the people concerned can tell. Proximity, friendship, affection, regard, care....none of them tantamounts to Cupid striking...Its a different ball game all together...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-5656752020716698014?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/5656752020716698014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=5656752020716698014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5656752020716698014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5656752020716698014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/08/between-boys-and-girls.html' title='Between boys and girls...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-664741966904708919</id><published>2007-08-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:09:04.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting u down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is full of expectations. There are a lot of things parents expect from their children, there are a lot of things our friends expects out of us and at large, there are societal and other expectations but what we cannot help is not meetings those expectations and letting down others. I remember as a kid when at times I used to be really naughty, I would be shit scared of what Mom will tell, “How can u do this” and this emphasis of YOU on what was made me feel bad more and more. A lot has happened since those days of childish fun but even today letting down anyone is as painful as ever.
It hurts to see people your own feel sad because of the things u do. I remember going to visit a friend in the hospital who had a bad drunken driving accident. That look on his mom’s face could tell a lot. She didn’t know whether to sympathize with her child or be angry with him. He had simply let her down. Another case I can distinctly remember is a friend who was asked to repeat a year because he was caught cheating. I remember the look on his Dad’s face..it said a lot.
I am in no way defending these acts of these people but let us step back and analyze it a bit. Do we always look at the fallouts of our actions when we indulge in things which we ideally should not. Think about it; how many of us actually think before having a drink that we will have to drive back; how many of us actually think before putting that piece of red meat in our mouth that its extremely high on cholesterol; how many of us really bother. When we do what we shouldn’t, we are simply being cool and when we have to face the consequences, we had simply been idiots (as per the same set of people who had called us cool)
This brings us to another point- Why do we do what we are not supposed to do? A lot of it depends on the circle we move in, our will-power, our tastes, preferences etc. Let us look into one aspect-will-power. Will-power or the lack of it essentially is nothing but a reflection of the strength of our character which again is based on so many other things. For those who would have seen “Gandhi, My Father” it’s a classic case of a person’s lack of strength. It is easy to say that he let down his father and that he had absolutely no strength of character but has anyone thought, what made him do that? That brings to us to the classic case of cause Vs symptom. His lack of strength was a symptom which was drawn because of the frustration in his early years due to lack of love, lack of opportunities or simply, lack of emotional anchoring. Emotional detachment and aloofness can be disastrous and if your thoughts are always engulfed by these, nothing in the world can make you successful or happy.
Returning to the main topic, letting someone down; how do we cope with the situation when we have let down someone? I mean in an ideal scenario, we shouldn’t do anything that would call for a situation like this but when we have done it there is no way we can undo the harm, what should we do. In my opinion the best way is to face it upfront. Many a times postponing a problem only aggravates it. It requires immense guts to stand up and say something unpleasant but a fact in front of someone you love but think of it, cheating and deceit are worse pains to conflict on your loved ones than facing the unpleasant truth. Further, if you are hiding something, chances are very high that you are distancing yourself from your loved ones as well. However its not that easy; if you require guts to speak, the other person also requires guts to listen and that presence of maturity across both the parties might simply not be present. What do you do in that….Well, I wish I knew!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-664741966904708919?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/664741966904708919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=664741966904708919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/664741966904708919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/664741966904708919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/08/letting-u-down.html' title='Letting u down...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1557694666570076960</id><published>2007-08-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:04:45.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Videos I love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Return to Innocence (Enigma)&lt;/strong&gt;- I guess this was the first video which started this trend of showing everything in a rewind mode and this video is really good; almost perfect for watching when you are waiting for that stressful meeting to start and want to soothe a bit.

&lt;strong&gt;Du Hast (Ramstein)-&lt;/strong&gt;  I cant make a word of what it says (the song is German) but the video is simply amazing, the gangster, his babe, the deceit, the beats, the look on the face of his babe waiting for him, and literally crying after seeing the flames, etc etc…the song is worth a watch especially when you are having a party at home…

&lt;strong&gt;Iris-(OST-City of Angels)-&lt;/strong&gt; there is something about the lyrics, something about the overall ambiance, the gazing through the telescope, the grayish black and white setting, the video is worth watching anytime and not to forget the presence of Meg Ryan in it.

&lt;strong&gt;Time of my life (OST-Dirty Dancing) &lt;/strong&gt;Fun, joy, love, revelry, this song seems to me the inspiration for so many of our songs and videos. The stage performance, the jump in the crowd, the whole suede crowd turning into dancing, this video has that real feel good factor associated with it and its always fun watching it.

&lt;strong&gt;Feel-(Robbie Williams)&lt;/strong&gt;- this video has that awesome quality of being completely laid back and its monochrome look only adds to the beauty. And the way Daryll Hannah looks in the video; stunning with her temptress looks; much better than she did in her heydays (remember: Wall Street)

&lt;strong&gt;Wicked Game (Chris Isaac)&lt;/strong&gt;- How could I forget this song. Voted as the sexiest video ever, this pure black and white beachside video has this topless lady running on the beach and the groovy voice of Chris Isaac following her; pretty explicitly this video is but I wont say its cheap or vulgar; its beautiful and its sensual.

&lt;strong&gt;November Rain-(Guns n Roses)&lt;/strong&gt;- well, the fact that this was voted as one of the best videos ever speaks volumes. The scene outside the church courtyard where Slash performs solo, his walk down the aisle, the video is almost like a whole story in motion and also not to forget the characterization in the video which is supposedly inspired from their real life love.

&lt;strong&gt;Everybody Hurts (REM)-&lt;/strong&gt; A stunning piece of art I would say is this video; people struck in a traffic jam and thinking all about sadness, deceit, pain etc etc…different people, different scenarios, different languages, (with subtitles) but all thinking of pain…this video is a must watch.

&lt;strong&gt;Turn the Page (Metallica)-&lt;/strong&gt; Pure anguish, pure pain, disgust and rebellion; that’s what I feel about this video. The way the song talks of the life of a rock star and the video talks of the life of a prostitute cum stripper, its absolutely heartfelt. You should see that shot in which the prostitute is beaten up by her customer and her daughter is staring at her from the door, plus her monologue in the middle of the song..this song and more so its video is something; of course if you can look beyond the strip scenes and the nudity.

&lt;strong&gt;PULSE (Pink Floyd)&lt;/strong&gt;- Nothing absolutely nothing compares to this compilation of pure psychedelic rock, David Gilmour and the background visuals. I don’t think music can ever produce something like this again. What is really amazing about this is that just play it on and you can spend a whole lazy weekend afternoon watching this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1557694666570076960?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1557694666570076960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1557694666570076960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1557694666570076960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1557694666570076960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/08/ten-videos-i-love.html' title='Ten Videos I love....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1089473325126648019</id><published>2007-07-31T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:31:19.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I would ever see you again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is full of encounters. You meet a hell lot of people, you interact with some, you like a few and you love even fewer people. But irrespective of the strata they occupy in the hierarchy of your regard/heart, fact remains that they have to end. Some of these encounters/relationships end in so to say a physical state of being (when someone passes away, let’s say) and some end at an emotional plane. Both of them are very painful, the first is needless to say pure pain and the second is pain plus complexities plus heartburns plus what not. Neways, coming back to the title of the blog (the famous song, I think of Lenny Kravitz), how does it feel to have that final encounter, either because of that physical or the emotional factors which would completely change the status-quo of things. Either the person won’t be there or the feeling won’t be there anymore.
Till date there are two final encounters that I will possibly never ever forget. The first was with my Dad when one small absolutely insignificant mistake on my part ballooned into a major issue and he was mighty upset with it (not with my mistake but the shape it had taken). He was very upset and at the end of the day, though he wasn’t upset with me I was upset too that I was the trigger of it. I was leaving for my post MBA job that day and ironically that day was the last when me and Dad met in person. He was supposed to come to Bombay after that which he never did and I was supposed to go home for a vacation by which time he had left for his heavenly abode. (6 months after that incident) Even today when I think of it, I just cannot help kicking myself. If only I hadn’t taken things so casually and things didn’t take the shape they did. If only our final hug wasn’t shrouded with that gloom and pain.
Then there is a second final encounter which was on an emotional plane. I don’t mean to say that the scale of loss was as much as the first one but it’s just that it too meant a lot to me. I just had to let go of what could have been something wonderful, no option. I gathered all my guts and prayed that things don’t change but there was no escaping destiny. That’s about it. Go, went, gone…
This brings me to another point. Is it better that you know it’s the last encounter or to put it in another way; is it better to be aware of the fact that shortly things are to change. The answer like most cases is a yes and a no. Being aware helps you prepare in a better way. You know it’s the last, so lets make it special. If someone is dying, why not recite his favorite poems, devotional music etc, why not do all those religious things that are to be done. If its at an emotional plane, why not do all those things for one last time, just one more time before it all ends. However in a most of cases, it’s a No as well. For example, in the first case of death, knowing most of the times signify death brought about by illness which I must tell is an extremely saddening experience for everyone. There is little more killing than seeing your loved ones succumb to something and you being a useless piece of shit, unable to do anything. As for emotional separation, well how does it feel to see a relationship die down and you wanting to do something about it but failing in all your endeavors. The encounter in this case is never a last, it’s always a step towards the last and when the last finally arrives, well it hardly has any significance. All the things are already lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1089473325126648019?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1089473325126648019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1089473325126648019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1089473325126648019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1089473325126648019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-i-would-ever-see-you-again.html' title='If I would ever see you again...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-6175378040546200625</id><published>2007-07-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:32:31.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face it and move on....</title><content type='html'>In life, small things and large, there are times when we need to take a tough decision. None of us want to get into that situation but fact is, we are at times forced into a situation like that and there is no way we can ignore it. Often we are tempted into just avoiding or overlooking it but then it hangs around us like an albatross haunting us everywhere and just not letting go. I guess I was also like that earlier but I will never ever forget the stroll with Dad, late one night in the streets of Ballygunge, way back in 1999, where he told me, "Look Son, its very easy to avoid problems and run, but fact is how long will you run. Its always better to gather guts, face it and move on. If not anything else, atleast you have a sigh of relief" There was a particular context in which it was said and thats one thing I have kind of tried to follow and trust me, it feels much better when following this policy. Obviously taking such decisions give a very tough time but then having a tough short span of time is much better than letting things linger on and pain u slowly and slowly for a seemingly eternal period.
Another point which warrants mention here is facing something in the above mentioned context is also related to the timeless discussion between the easy wrong path and the tough right path. I have been faced with such a decision only once and thankfully i chose the right one. Though the scars left were deep and sad, the conscience was clear and I didnt have a guilt feel in me.  Its easier said than done, lot of us think that taking tough calls requires balls. However I personally feel that thats not always the case. Many a times, u take the tough right decision because you are scared to face the consequences of the wrong decision which will inadvertently happen in the long run.  Or maybe even if u escape that, there is a linering fear of God watching u...and that makes u shit in ur pants and something deep tells...Dude, dont....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-6175378040546200625?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/6175378040546200625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=6175378040546200625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/6175378040546200625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/6175378040546200625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/07/face-it-and-move-on.html' title='Face it and move on....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1990630358715860943</id><published>2007-07-26T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:00:43.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember once Mohit (my boss in Seagram for whom I had immense regard) told me, “Sandeep, remember, all you need to succeed in life is good stuff between your two ears”. For a moment, I couldn’t really understand what he meant (I wasn’t an MBA then and hence my ability to infer such could be simple but made complicated statements was pretty low…now, I relish such literature) and he could sense that. He went ahead to elaborate, ”Look, what I mean is you need luck which is personified by the forehead and brains to make it in life and while the importance of either cannot be undermined, if I were to prioritize I would be rank luck a notch ahead”. I agreed with him then as well but today I agree with him like never before. In the last couple of years, I have seen such absolutely nondescript people being in such good positions and at the same time I have seen some really good people being in such unworthy of places. I mean there is hardly any symmetry between what you deserve and what you get.
While Mohit was talking about luck from a professional point of view, I don’t think the importance of luck is any less in personal affairs as well. Look at some people; they are so damn lucky. I know some friends of mine who have everything and more a person at their age could think of and then I see some more who have nothing at all. No career, no money, no love, no companionship, no present, no future. Everything exists.
This thought further brings me to another point. Is it really necessary that everyone needs to have an equitable portion of luck on their side. I mean why is it necessary that luck should account for a standard X or a Y% of every person’s success? Is life really meant to be fair? I don’t think so. Fairness and equality simply doesn’t exist in life in a broader sense and it is foolish to expect it to be so. I don’t mean to undermine the importance of capability and toil but at the end of the day, all of us must be mentally prepared for a larger force deciding our fates and you might be either the blue eyed boy or a step son of that larger force and that creates all the difference. I mean life can be really unfair. I know of people who have suffered all their lives, struggled all their lives to accomplish certain things and no sooner they accomplished all of those, life just snatched all of it away in one stroke. I have actually being witness to people cry at the way fate has played with them. But hardly have I come across people who accept that they are successful because of fate. It’s really strange; if you were to take people at their face value, every successful person is successful because of his capability and every failed person is a failure because of luck. Some immodesty!!!Taking the thought a bit further, is there a limit to which luck could be bad. I mean there is only so much that a person can be fucked. Apparently everything has to even out and reach a steady state at some point or the other. As far as luck or rather the opposite of it is concerned, I doubt that it is so. I have seen people and really capable people facing defeats over and over again. I doubt if luck or more precisely bad luck plateaus out. In my opinion, what happens however is that these set of people get so used to being fucked that it stops affecting them any more…they simply become immune to pain in a way. Remember the Floyd number  ..Comfortably Numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1990630358715860943?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1990630358715860943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1990630358715860943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1990630358715860943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1990630358715860943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/07/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1014641443959083885</id><published>2007-07-14T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:38:49.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics on the road, en route to Client site...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oe5z1eqQ9KQ/Rph8skbP1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/69SUW6e-rKg/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086952884249023730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oe5z1eqQ9KQ/Rph8skbP1PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/69SUW6e-rKg/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


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I mean yesterday so clearly brought out the way men get tamed after marriage. Ankur so smartly brought out Johnnie Walker, Grey Goose and followed it up with the always there Baileys. He knew, in front of controlling eyes, everyone will have very little. Would he ever do something like that with only men around? Forget that, we even reached the sophistication of having whiskey in cut glasses and Baileys in a goblet. WoW!!!!
But the class in drinking was best beaten by the overall ambiance in the place. Imagine yaar, being overwhelmed by the married folks, we were left to discussing things like which sofa cum bed is best suited for small Bombay houses, how water is a perennial issue and the best was how it is really painful to go out shopping cause the respective wives don’t approve of home delivered supposedly stale vegetables. Going for vegetables shopping; God!!!!
But it’s really enjoyable to be with married people once in a while. Unlike your married counterparts, you don’t have to be afraid of closets being opened. I mean what the heck, common speak whatever u want to; nobody is going to take my ass once I reach home. But with married people, they were like in a constant state of vigil and scare; you simply don’t know you will be held up for what and the best part is when their wives so sweetly scare their lesser halfs…Ghar chalo, phir batate hain…!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1108426494307550654?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1108426494307550654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1108426494307550654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1108426494307550654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1108426494307550654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-night-was-very-interesting.html' title='In the company of married friends...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-2760989789942058327</id><published>2007-06-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T23:57:25.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the end, its all a binary result..."a pass or a fail"..I remember that old Chivas Regal ad..."You either have it or you dont". There is nothing called I almost had it and hence there is actually no difference between I almost had it and I never had it..In the end, what matters is do you have it or not, it matters a shit how close or far you came to came to having it. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remember my CA results, where i got a 41 in one of the papers....there is hardly any difference between a 39 and a 41...but i made it and passed...If i had got a 39, I would have failed...Period Failed, doesnt matter how far or how close...and this is just academics...its much worse in life, i think because unlike that CA exam where there was a chance to reappear (thank God, i didnt have to do it), life hardly gives you another chance...You can come very close and yet not have it or you might be very far, take a jump and land up in the lap of success...it matters a shit. What matters is where you have landed, whether you have lapped up victory or not...thats it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also remember that dialogue....You cannot be somewhat pregnant...You are either pregnant or not...there is nothing called somewhat pregnant...You also cannot be somewhat successful...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This brings us to another aspect for which very frankly, I dont have too much of a regard..that of the relative importance of journey and the destination...You will read a lot about how journey is so damn important etc etc but think of it, if you have held hands, if you have shared virtually shared everything, if you had built dreams together with someone, but couldnt complete the walk to the aisle, does it matter that you had done all of these. Frankly, you would have been better not doing any of the above..atleast there wouldnt be all the turmoil thinking of that stupid thought life gives...(what amit calls Hindsight Capital).."so near yet so far....if i had done so and so...etc etc"..It doesnt yield a shit...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While I am writing all of these, there is another thought thats coming in my mind....All these is fine, rationally we also know that life for most parts is a binary result...but can we really stop ourselves from all these consoling thoughts...."atleast i did blah blah...atleast i tried...etc etc". Time and again, when such rationale thoughts come to my mind, I always, without fail, get reminded of that awesome line from Gary Barlow's song Forever Love...."How can i reason with the reason that I am a man"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-2760989789942058327?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/2760989789942058327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=2760989789942058327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/2760989789942058327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/2760989789942058327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/06/failure.html' title='Failure...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-6165031354173464625</id><published>2007-06-18T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T09:50:06.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombay Rains: A Swot Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;

·   Provides the perfect setting to listen to awesome songs:
                     o  Sad-“Crying in the Rain”
                     o  Melancholy-“Lagi Aaj saawan ki”
                     o  Lukha-“Mujhe barsaat mai pi lene do”
·   The reason to finish that last few remaining pegs in the bottle of a Bourbon/Single Malt.
·   Perfect time to enjoy home made samosas/bhajias with garam chai.
·   What better excuse than rains to cuddle with your loved ones (lucky few)
·   Khandala/Lonavala….

&lt;strong&gt; Weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;
·   Screws up your life big time if you get stuck in office.
·   Screws up even more if you get stuck in traffic with rains pouring
·   Even worse: u waiting for a cab/auto and vehicles generously splashing all the dirty water on u.
·   More: you wearing a suit and going to a party/meeting
·   Water logging and all the associated pain

&lt;strong&gt;Opportunities
&lt;/strong&gt;
·   You in a car/with an umbrella, being able to hide your starved of (u know what) countenance and a girl asking for lift.
·   Wake up late, feel grumpy (aaj office bunk marte hain) and call office,” Boss, the streets are a la River Brahmaputra…I am really missing work but nature prevents me from coming”.

&lt;strong&gt; Threats&lt;/strong&gt;
·   Diseases-dengue/malaria….
·   Confinement to your house and not having anything to do (forget a babe to cuddle up with)
·   You being in office and your junior using the opportunity mentioned herein with you getting    screwed in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-6165031354173464625?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/6165031354173464625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=6165031354173464625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/6165031354173464625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/6165031354173464625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/06/bombay-rains-swot-analysis.html' title='Bombay Rains: A Swot Analysis'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1237771281202202947</id><published>2007-06-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:18:16.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amit always talks of this book called "Fooled by Randomness"...I havent read it as such but I am made to understand that it talks about how statistics/probability etc screwed someone in the capital market. Lets broaden our horizon and talk of a much more generic aspect...i.e. Life...I often take the Goa highway and the road, though beautiful is pretty dangerous. What with just two lanes, a hilly terrain and all the drivers trying to act a-la Lewis Hamilton....And why I bring this topc now is that quite often I tell my driver to slow down a bit and he always replies saying, "Sir, hum yahan 10 saal se chala raha hai, kuch nahin hoga". Thats precisely my point. Even if you have driven accident free for 10 years, it does not guarantee that there would be no accidents. Even though the probability (based on empircal results) is very little, it would have no meaning when an accident were to happen. You just cant go on being reckless because of low probability.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let me take another example..One of my cousins is a doc and she once told me, "The concept of probability hardly exists for us. Imagine a doc in an OT...there is only one result...Success or Failure and at times failures are irreverisible. When he enters the OT, thats his goal. I doubt how many of them think of probability and all" So true...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1237771281202202947?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1237771281202202947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1237771281202202947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1237771281202202947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1237771281202202947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-statistics.html' title='Life &amp; Statistics'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-3009916005610702725</id><published>2007-05-31T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:21:55.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten instances showing my life @hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Twice in the last couple of weeks, I have forgotten the lane to my house and compare this with the fact that I can guide the driver blindfolded about the route from the apartment to the client factory which is a cool 100 kms away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every working day when I am not the client’s place I carry my bag full of a week’s clothes and provision; never know when actually I might have to hit the road and the hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don’t need the hotel menu card or the list of extension numbers to place my breakfast order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I reach the hotel, the waiter usually tells me, “Sir, regular wala room main bhej doon” ( a pint beer, 2 boiled eggs and green salad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A client from the corporate office accompanied me to my current client location and the canteen boy wrote in the slip, ”Sandeep + 1”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cell phone bill shows one page of normal outgoing vs 5 pages of roaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The hotel laundry boy never bothers (nor do I) if my clothes don’t come on time on a Friday, “Koi baat nahin sir, next week le lijiyega”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss out on life so much that on Friday nights even when I reach Bandra around 10-11pm after a 3 hour drive, I am game to go to F-17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couple of times I woke up in the middle of the night apparently reading a mail from the client in the sleep with the subject line “Project Progress Update”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this one takes the top prize: One Friday night (at my apartment) I woke up from my sleep wondering how come the hotel room appears so different.


 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-3009916005610702725?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/3009916005610702725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=3009916005610702725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/3009916005610702725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/3009916005610702725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/05/ten-instances-showing-my-life-hell.html' title='Ten instances showing my life @hell'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-5907111302791517530</id><published>2007-05-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:21:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 reasons why ur drink doesnt taste so good nowadys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: rgb(96,96,96) 0% 50%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: silver 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: silver 1pt dashed; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(12,12,12) 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: silver 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: silver 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Parameter&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: silver 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: silver 1pt dashed; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(12,12,12) 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: silver 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Then- (MBA Days)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: silver 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: silver 1pt dashed; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; BACKGROUND: rgb(12,12,12) 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: silver 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in; moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Now- (Bby Days)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Drink&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Fosters/Kingfisher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Fosters/Kingfisher&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Tastes Like&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Heineken/Corona&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Foster/Kingfisher…what else??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;In the company of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Friends, starts from 2-3, goes up-to 10-15&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Occasionally friends (starts with 3-4, ends with 1-2), acquaintances, clients, and colleagues (yawn….)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Presence of Females (with you, duffer)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Non Existent&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Non Existent and more so eying hot females around makes u feel all the more shitty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Location&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Open air (outside mess/terrace) beneath starry skies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Cramped pubs/apartments &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Frequency of drinking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Mathematically, frequency cannot exist in a continuous function&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Strictly weekends or if the client is not a pain in the wrong place, occasionally on weekdays&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Topic of discussion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Outlandish bizarre conversation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Crib (boss, bonus, colleagues, job, etc etc) OR ELSE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="color:white;"&gt;Aur batao..kya chal raha hai?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Typical response to “Chal, ek ek marte hain”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Any time boss&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1.8pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Sorry yaar: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 37.8pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Biwi ghar pe hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 37.8pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Bahut Kaam hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 37.8pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Kal office jaldi jaana hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 37.8pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Enthu nahin hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 37.8pt; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Itni dur…kaun aayega&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Fear of Hangover/Getting up next day on time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;R u kidding??.Refer the point above&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1.8pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Always &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="HEIGHT: 0.3in"&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: 1pt dashed; WIDTH: 2.05in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="197"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Reason for drinking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 1.9in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="182"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Reason..huh!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: 1pt dashed; PADDING-RIGHT: 5.4pt; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5.4pt; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0in; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 2.2in; PADDING-TOP: 0in; BORDER-BOTTOM: 1pt dashed; HEIGHT: 0.3in" width="211"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1.8pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;Stress (Weekdays)/Relief (Weekend)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-5907111302791517530?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/5907111302791517530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=5907111302791517530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5907111302791517530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5907111302791517530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-10-reasons-why-ur-drink-doesnt_6925.html' title='Top 10 reasons why ur drink doesnt taste so good nowadys!!!'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-6399520169449610030</id><published>2007-05-13T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T04:31:43.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;“Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;This was said by some legendary singer, I think Lennon. And that precisely is life. You make a hell lot of plans, you have stars in your eyes, you dream and then you wake up to find your dreams shattered. In a way dreams are a great thing; they transcend all boundaries of reality and limitations and take you to situations you would want to be in. But dreams are meant to be shattered and with these shattering come stress. Stress can be really painful. Most of us hide it beneath the façade of normalcy but when things get out of hand, it does manifest itself in insomnia, drug/alcohol abuse, inability to handle relationships and at extreme stages, depression.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I think mild depression which is a very pertinent effect of stress exists for a lot of us. How many of us can really boost of a good night long sleep. How many of us can boost of not sinking in the couch/bed immediately after returning from a day at work. How many of us can boost of not wanting a drink to ease us off after a typical day at work. How many of us can boost of being calm and serene inside. How many!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Stress need not come from such big issues only. Even in our everyday life, there are so many things that happen to us, that make us really stressed out. For instance, phone lines coming busy, traffic jams, internet not connecting, some mistakes in some presentations before a meeting, car getting delayed etc. It happens, small inconsequential things but they create a lot of stress.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;For most of us, however the most important drivers of stress is work- nasty boss, pain in the ass client, non co-operative admin people, office politics, salary, bonuses, incompetent people, tough questions etc, all these bring in real tension at work. And given that most of us spend anything around 60 hours at work; these can really take a toll on you. The problem gets compounded for most of us when we equate our life with our careers, with absolutely no regard to our overall well being and joi-de-vivre. I remember once a doctor told me ,”Remember son, it is very important to switch on and off”. I mean that’s so true but we never realize it and by the time we do, in most of the cases, the harm is already done.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;The above stated causes of stress are important but what takes the podium is the stress due to personal problems-seeing your close one wait for death or struggle with deadly diseases, broken relationships, lack of companionship or even worse bad relationships, helplessness etc. These are really sad situations to be in. Among these as well, I think one point that deserves special mention is helplessness, cause it’s so omnipresent in most other cases. I have seen a friend, see his father gradually move into the jaws of death and there was nothing he could do about it; that is helplessness. I have seen myself, desperately try to save a relationship for quite some time but the vibes weren’t just there, there was little I could do. That is helplessness. I don’t think there are many situations worse than that of being helpless. There is a lot you want to do and there is a shit you can do. God save that case. And it happens. Remember the lines from Eric Clapton’s Tears in Heaven….&lt;i style=""&gt;Time can bring you down, time can bend you knees, time can bend your heart, have you begging please…begging please…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-6399520169449610030?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/6399520169449610030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=6399520169449610030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/6399520169449610030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/6399520169449610030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-3852438813397705766</id><published>2007-04-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T21:12:53.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should there be a reason....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of late I have had some very interesting discussions with some equally interesting people and one of the most intriguing one I have had is with this colleague of mine regarding the omnipresence or lack of it of reason and rationale.
A lot of us try to find reason into things and when we cannot possibly reason it out, we label it as the Acts of God. Ages ago when people could not understand eclipses, they conveniently put it on Rahu and Ketu but do we hear such things today; possibly not and the reason being that it has now being scientifically explained.
Anyways, lets not get into a tangent….
Lets talk about our state of being. Some of us are so happy and some of us are so fucked up. Life is so unfair for some of us, whatever we do, we lose. A candy comes from somewhere, it is even unwrapped and presented to you on a nice platter, and the moment u stick your tongue out, being the TD (total dick- a term commonly used in consulting) you are, you end up messing it up and tumbling the candy down-gone, vanished. And then you think why the damn should I be so fucked up. When you cannot find a reason for the same, you get into the theory of reincarnation and start explaining it from your previous birth’s wrongdoings or God’s way of testing you so that tomorrow life could be better and that tomorrow could well extend across births.
But think about it, what if there was no reason for there being a reason. Things are as they are. Period. There is no Why to it. I mean things would have been so much simpler. A is fucked and B is happy and that’s their steady state of being. Simple. There is no reason for the same. Accept it. This would make life so simple and take away so many hurtful prayers…Why do someone speed up once and gets crashed in an accident, why do someone die just like that, why do someone fuck up and then cannot believe he fucked up. None of these would exist if we start believing that there is no need for everything to be explained or reasoned out.
Lets look into one more last example (feeling damn sleepy…its 4AM). Nature. Why has nature always been two steps ahead of mankind? Nature slaps mankind with diseases and man conquers that and with that comes the feeling of supremacy. But hold on, its not over yet. Suddenly you find there is something else which has surfaced and is a pain. Man has cured so many deadly diseases: Plague, malaria, pox, measles, cancer, TB but think about it, it’s so interesting to know each new disease came when man had conquered the previous one. Currently there is a lot of talk about developed stages of cancer and AIDS. And I am of the firm believer that within a few years of it becoming curable, there would be some new disease. Nature is always ahead. Why is that so?? You wonder. But think about it if you start believing that either there is no reason for nature being two steps ahead or even better, nature was always like that but earlier science wasn’t advanced to detect these diseases, our grey cells would be so much at peace.
Now, I think that it’s not really that easy. It is very convenient to accept the facts without trying to reason it out, either through science or God. However, there is a catch. A lot of the reasons we are not able to find, we place it on God and think about it, the moment these questions are gone, our faith and believes will also reduce considerably. And remember that line from Enigma…If you believe in God, its because of the Devil….just think about it, how much of this prevents us from misdeeds. Where would society and we go without the element of fear of God, of Him watching us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-3852438813397705766?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/3852438813397705766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=3852438813397705766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/3852438813397705766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/3852438813397705766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-there-be-reason.html' title='Should there be a reason....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-3672913673342433646</id><published>2007-04-14T01:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:52:51.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By far one of the most complicated and intriguing subjects-relationships. You don’t know whom you will gel with, whom you will get along with, who will come close to you, which one moment will define all throughout your life how you look at a certain person….all these and many more form an integral part of these really hazy bridge across people called relationships. Some of these relationships fall under the ambit of easily defined and understood words like family, friends etc but there are some which fit in none of these conventional terms but still are very important. Equally perplexing (and at times disturbing as well) is the thought that what makes us close to someone and what is that which prevents that from happening when you know that it should be so.
If I talk of myself, I get along with a few people well and at times when I look into some of them, I don’t know under what term will that fit or even more perplexing, why is that so. Generally people tend to use the word friendship as an all-encompassing, residual term for all forms of relationships. Right from acquaintances to colleagues to people we eye, friendship is often a very umbrella word used. If it’s not family and we are close, it’s a friend. Period! I however have strong views on this. There are some relationships which are beyond the definitions of any of these conventionally understood terms; let’s leave it like that.
Let me give you two personal examples; one person who has made a lot of difference in my life and I think is pretty close to me is a guy who is something like 10 years elder to me, is a very senior person and my first interaction with him was a brief 30 mins where me (totally ignorant about his status) went on bullshitting about so many damn things under the sun. That’s it but then he went ahead (without any second interaction after the first one mentioned) and referred me to a job when I needed it, helped me in my career decisions and even today whenever we can, we do catch up for some beer/coffee. Another example is there is this person with whom I feel extremely comfortable but guess what, we have never met and know each other only for some time. Some things are really weird.
Equally weird is the picture on the other end of the spectrum. There are some people who we know really care for us, really are genuine people but somehow despite all this regard for them, we just can’t get along with them. There is something which stops us from sending the right vibes and you know it’s not right but then you just can’t do anything with it. Weird…
One more aspect which I think deserves attention is how one moment at times is so defining that forever we judge the person because of that moment alone, irrespective of what they do, how they behave with us in present times. I remember once, way back in 1999 there was this friend of mine who said to me on phone, ”Good you screamed on me, at least you are feeling better now”. Even today when I think of her, it’s this moment which defines how I treat her.
And over and above is the whole issue of this man-woman relationship. Let’s not even get into this.
Then there is something else. For people who are away from that emotional anchor being provided by family, friends attain a very important position. I mean they are the ones you go back to at the end of the day whenever you want someone around. And think of it, some people have no regard for it. I remember once (unfortunately) I had to rush a friend of mine to the hospital and there the admin was unwilling to accept the word friend under the column relationship with the patient. For them, there was simply nothing tangible called friendship.
Some things indeed are beyond the realms of our comprehension….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-3672913673342433646?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/3672913673342433646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=3672913673342433646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/3672913673342433646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/3672913673342433646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/04/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1735497116358177601</id><published>2007-03-29T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:52:10.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
One of the by-products of outstation visits is watching a lot of TV. I am stationed at a supposedly weekend getaway where I visit the beach only to find out that its pitch dark and the local people explain why,”Sir, yahan jo aate hain, unko light ki jaroraat nahin”. I had no such fortune/intentions and as such I have no option but to sit in the hotel room and watch TV.  Nevertheless, enough of side talk; let’s come to the point. The last song that came was some which repeated Lal Lal n number of times. And some respite, it wasn’t Himesh. Pretty ordinary song (even with Priyanka Chopra) but one line caught my attention…

“Uski bat ban jaati hai, jo na ganwaye mauka….”
(For those naïve in Hindi: Things go well for people who don’t waste opportunities)

I really liked these line…Think of it; u mite be fucking good, but if u have floundered at one critical moment, you are screwed. You might be a damn good student, but if u made that one critical mistake, you are fucked; you might be a damn genuine friend, but if you mess one time, its gone; you could have been a damn good boyfriend, but if u have said one wrong sentence in the initial courtship period, you have had it, all gone and lost…one mistake when it matters most..just one..

No one gives a damn!! One wrong move and it all goes away. Life doesn’t give a damn on what your intentions are, what you are really worth, what you really deserve, what you really are in a steady state of affairs. All that matters is how you have been as measured in these critical moments. Think of it, just one moment decides so much.  And if you are one of those whose external behaviour/conduct has a flat bell curve a lot of times, all the thought about genuineness, what you deserve etc are nothing more than thoughts which give solace in times of solitude and that happens pretty frequently. How I wish some 6 sigma project was available for this…

And this is not the end of the problem. Most of the times, we are judged by not what we mean, but what we are seen as meaning. Judgment is cast depending on the judge’s interpretation of your external conduct. Wow, what a damn situation. In an ideal situation, one should be judged by one’s intentions, but in reality: Your intentions translate into your action, your action takes some shape and these external manifests are viewed by someone else to cast a judgment: 2 stages of intermediation and both offering immense scope for fuck-up. What you intend need not come out in your action and your action need not be interpreted by the judge in the right manner. Fuck up, Fuck up and more fuck up.

Anyway, there is no point getting into all these discussions. Life is rarely fair….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1735497116358177601?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1735497116358177601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1735497116358177601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1735497116358177601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1735497116358177601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-moment.html' title='One moment..'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-5625664845561348367</id><published>2007-03-15T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:33:10.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib!!!!</title><content type='html'>Show me one person who doesnt crib. We crib regarding everything and best part is anything we do, the crib doesnt stop. Lets take one example...no prizzes for guessing what..its of Babies...
Right from people with beautiful (milder version of hot) babies cribbing about everyone ogling at you know what...to people with not so beautiful babies cribbing the previosuly mentioned lucky folks...to people with no babies cribbing about the fact that the only thing they seem destined to do is ogle at other girls...to people with multiple babies cribbing about, how one girl doesnt allow him to enjoy his privacy with others....people crib in every situation....
Even at job..at times I feel that my work time oscillates between either sitting at office or visiting some godforsaken client location..And either situation involves a crib...if u r in office u crib about how bad it is trying to control things with a remote control and not being where the action is..to if u r at client location u crib about how u have to travel 5 hours a day while ur other friends have confortably glued their asses to the seats...
However, some people have reached a different plane altogether in this art of cribbing...A close friend once gave me a call to ask for my company over dinner since he wanted to discuss something very important..and guess what were his opening lines.."Bro, everything seems fine, but on a higher plane I dont know where I am headed; what direction is my life taking.etc etc". Guess people find reasons to crib, even when there's none!!!!
And though slightly disconnected, I cant help but end this piece with a remark I made to one HR lady in an intrvw (such things u typically keep reserved for interviews only): Well, I think its very important to strike a balance between satiety and desire to do more and more...Satiety cause its the source of happiness and desire ensures that complacenecy doesnt creep in...hence its very important to strike a balance between the two. We should crib but in a balanced manner!!!!
Dont know what she actually thought (female and that too HR...can you ever even remotely make out what she would be thinking)...but said.."Its a really interesting thought and I must say, very mature as well."
Lolz...How i love these HR interviews!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-5625664845561348367?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/5625664845561348367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=5625664845561348367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5625664845561348367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/5625664845561348367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/03/crib.html' title='Crib!!!!'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-7206607661486969236</id><published>2007-03-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:55:05.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice observation...</title><content type='html'>Someone recently told me...

Ramzan....one of the holiest periods for Muslims has the Hindu word "Ram" in it and similarly "Diwali", one of the most famous festivals for Hindus has the Muslim word "Ali" in it....

Nice observation!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-7206607661486969236?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/7206607661486969236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=7206607661486969236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/7206607661486969236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/7206607661486969236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-observation.html' title='Nice observation...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-8673117706681253440</id><published>2007-03-04T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:17:30.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is weird. I remember an old saying which goes something like, “You don’t know the wealth of water till the well is dry”. Think about it; its so strange na. To appreciate and realize its value, u have to lose it, the well has to turn dry. So unfair; the appreciation for a certain thing comes only when the thing is already gone; rarely does life give the chance of having something and enjoying it too under the awareness of its importance.
Lets not go very senti…lets look at a simple example…how does it feel when u are expecting a call and keep looking at your cell phone, expecting that now the call will come, now the call will come and as always happens, it gets delayed..and what happens to you in the meantime, your palpitation increases, your anxiety increases, you start thinking about all kind of possibilities and when the call finally comes, you are so damn happy….Let me put u a simple question,”Would you be so happy if the call came as expected?” The answer is a simple no. What does it mean; your source of happiness also lies in the delay in the call or the pain associated with it.
It’s so damn strange and amusing; for happiness to be enhanced, it needs to be preceded by pain and here again, what an irony: greater the pain, greater the subsequent joy.
But if that were the case, life would be simple. But as is the reality, whatever is in the present is sure, whatever is to happen in future has an element of doubt or risk in it, you can never say for sure you will get something or not. Future is after all future and present is present…and however hard you try, you cant bring to present some things u want and keep shifting into future the things you don’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-8673117706681253440?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/8673117706681253440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=8673117706681253440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/8673117706681253440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/8673117706681253440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-4533149916206810227</id><published>2007-02-25T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:55:45.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heights and falls</title><content type='html'>Sometime back I met a very interesting person.....we talked essentially work but as it always happens, it was occassionally intercepted with some "off the record" and general talk as well. We discussed a lot of things but one thing that stayed with me was a statement which he made.."The result or pain of a fall depends not on the land where u fall but on the height from where u fall"...
For a moment, I really couldnt figure out what is he trying to say, he kind of read through my perplexed eyes and remarked....I am referring to the vagaries of life and the weird trajectory it takes...
I couldnt help but think about it throughout my ride back....Long time back, Mom had made a similar remark.Poverty doesnt hurt per se, but being rich and then turning poor hurts..(though that time, me-a typical rebellious teenager, couldnt bother less about it)
I mean, the whole problem in life is that we do not go through a constant linear state of being....at times we see so much happiness that we start believing that this is steady state and then as always happens, the fall happens...n then the status quo changes, bringing with it pain and suffering...inadvertently with the thought somewhere at the back of our mind...Shit! how things have changed...
Always, it happpens....we hardly say...Shit...how things are...We always say....Shit..how things have become....its the delta we talk about and the effect is always dependent on the delta...not on the absolute stuff....
Which brings us to a hypothetical, rather absurd thought....Should we rather be in an average bad state of being rather than sporadic states of really bad times peppered with intermittent flashes of joy....???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-4533149916206810227?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/4533149916206810227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=4533149916206810227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/4533149916206810227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/4533149916206810227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/02/heights-and-falls.html' title='Heights and falls'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-8361739500018714293</id><published>2007-02-19T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:47:58.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories from School....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being slightly good in your scorecards is a huge advantage during your childhood, where the score or rank in the exams is a kind of single appraisal point. And it was due to that I always managed to get unscathed though at times I felt very guilty when some of my friends’ parents chided their children for this…and through the corners of my eyes, I could always see them using the choicest of words for me in their minds&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Childhood was awesome fun and we were real pranksters and naughty. Right from sneaking a small binocular in my bag (Mom had brought it for me, least aware of the use it would be subsequently put to) to use it for the common good of peeking into the girl’s common room to reciting sections of some porn magazine to a very attentive class (obv when the teacher wasn’t present), we were a bunch of real naughty guys. While there were many such incidents till class X, here are some which I often get nostalgic about.
&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Aaja meri gaadi mai baith ja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-      This was Ritesh at his best. He had a huge crush on this girl, 3 years our      junior and one fine day we were driving back in his Ambassador when we see      this girl, going infront of us. We go near her, stop the car, open the      door and play the then famous Baba Sehgal’s ”Aaja meri gaadi mai baith      ja..aaja meri gaadi mai baith ja”. Needless to say, we had a tough time      apologizing to the principal the next day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The blade and the ass: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this was what was supposed to be total      harmless fun but went nasty. There was this new guy, a boarder who had      joined our class. Now in the background of the typical dayscholar Vs      boarder rivalry, we knew there would be something today. So, a blade was      put in the chair where he was supposed to sit. And unfortunately the blade      cut through and made way right in some unsolicited territory. While no      major harm was done, it was bad enough for the class to again get      suspended. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Alex and Co love for tadi (local      liquor) :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this was particularly amusing. Alex and some of his      friends had this local liquor called Tadi in one of our picnics and      developed a fondness for it. Given its resemblance to Limca, they could      easily bribe the canteen guy to procure it, bottle in Limca and give it to      them, which they could easily sip after classes. What happened post being      caught was anybody’s imagination.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Chirania’s condom collection-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      people have weird fantasies. Chiru had this really weird collection of      condoms which he kept meticulously arranged in a photo-album, with the      condom pasted on the right flap and its description in the left. (He never      got to use any). Now the funniest part is that in one of the box room      raids, it got caught and in the dinner hall that night it was really      really amusing to have the Vice Principal holding the album, flicking it      and saying,”So this is the source of Chirania’s inspiration”&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Rendering a teacher unconscious-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      this I must say was over doing things. We wanted a particular prefect to      accompany us to the class picnic. As always happens, the class teacher      assigned a different one. Big deal, we went with the designated teacher,      made him smell something (forgetting what’s it called), he became      unconscious, we put him in a mattress, dumped him in a corner and carried      him back to the hostel. No prizes for guessing that the class was      suspended the next day.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Chaos in Chemistry labs-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; we      always looked forward to Chemistry Lab classes. We tried our hands at      everything, broke as many test tubes as we could, threw mild acids at each      other blazers (ruining them) and what not. The theory classes were no      better actually, with all kinds of noices, crackers, seven seas smells etc&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-8361739500018714293?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/8361739500018714293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=8361739500018714293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/8361739500018714293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/8361739500018714293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/02/memories-from-school.html' title='Memories from School....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-1971465945392213139</id><published>2007-02-15T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T04:22:03.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breasts@KFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday me and Vittal were standing at KFC waiting for our turn to order...Next to us a mid aged lady says to the lady in the counter...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Give me a breast"!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me thought,"One more"!!!! Probably Vittal was thinking the same...both of us were smiling....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt;- What would be the reaction of the counter lady if i said,"Give me a breast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-1971465945392213139?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/1971465945392213139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=1971465945392213139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1971465945392213139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/1971465945392213139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/02/breastskfc.html' title='Breasts@KFC'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-117058167417531736</id><published>2007-02-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:05:47.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perils of Straight-jacketed thought</title><content type='html'>I was with some friends last night and amidst all the usual "kya babies hai, bby roads r so bad, pata nahin bonus kitna aayega..etc etc..", there was this incident which was told to me by a friend of mine. What he essentially was saying taht for people who are educated and well-off, the typical"hum do humare do" might not really be a good idea and it was actually an interesting thought. In this context, if we read it with the Financial Times Article on November 15, 2006 "Engaging India: Demographic Dividend or Disaster", it indeed is food for profound IM.
Before I further dwell into the topic, lets attempt to understand the background in which the idea was propagated. I think, though not sure that this hum do humare do came into being to educate masses about the virtues of a small family in the background of abject poverty in which indian junta at large stayed. However those were the days when the human capital thought was not really the in-thing and knowledge capital, much less the concept of knowledge economy, was simply not present.
Circa, 21st century and suddenly people are being thought of as the source of capital, as the harbinger of wealth to nations and not an albatross slowing the speed of a nation trying to speed to posperity. In this context, this FT article is particularly interesting. What the article essentially does is blast India's propaganda of showcasing its prosperity as derived from its demographics  without doing a deep-dive into it. The whole thought of demographics driven knowledge economy etc etc, is applicable not based on demographics alone but on the demographic profile. Having a population of 1Bn plus is not a virtue in itself, having a substantial portion of it which is educated, learned and shifts the economy from subsistence agriculture to industry/services is the driver behind it.
Now comes this hum do humare do....The lower strata of the economy (using Prof Prhalad's words-The Destitutes) do still produce kids in hoardes, while the rest are producing much lesser...one two....maybe none...And it doesnt take much grey matter to make out that posterity of destitutes are much less likely to be educated and add to the knowledge capital than that of the aspirants, climbers or the rest. I am not saying its impossible, I am not talking of exceptional geniuses etc, I am talking in general. A kid from an educated family is much more likely to grow up well groomed, well educated and add much more value to himself and in this process to the economy and the society and that of a very poor person. And what happens if the growth rates in these two sections are very different. In the long run, the profile will change, for worse of course.
Another factor, which I think is imporant in this aspect is the coming of women in the workforce. I have come across a couple of females who have decided to marry but not have kids at all, given that it is difficult to balance job with kids. If this trends continue and more and more ladies join the fray, it does not take much grey matter to analyze what will it do to the overall demographic profile...
Think abt all these. Should we blindly follow "hum do humare do"? The nation requires a particular demographic profile and for that, we are the consituents of the soceity have different roles. Let me attempt to make what should be the expectations from each of the constitutents in the greater national interest:

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Government&lt;/span&gt;: Encourage people in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; demographic bracket to have more kids. Think about it, if an educated person has more kids, not only will he contribute more to the economy in the long run; in the short run, it will also mark some shift from consumption expenditure to investment expenditure (and the latter is always more desirable in the long run). Eg: he will spend less on holidaying and partying out and spend more on educating his children.
The Government may also give tax benefits for qualified professionals having more than 2 kids, it can be something like a step wise incentive scheme...something like 100 bps reduction in the maxmimum marignal personal tax rate for every kid above 2. So if u have  3 kids, u pay 29% tax, if u have 4, something like 28%.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employers &amp; Society: &lt;/span&gt;Facilitate the process of raising more kids. Offices should have nurseries, care-taking maids etc. They should offer some aphrosidiac snacks. Society can reward people in the right bracket having the maximum number of kids (subject to a upper cut-off) as the value creators in the society award or somethig like that..There are so many things that can be done.

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We, the people&lt;/span&gt;: Simple, for your nation, have more babies and now since u cant bank on your ability of having twins, triplets etc, and also since you want to keep the ratio of your productive/for pleasure sex constant, have more sex. Its the call of the nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-117058167417531736?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/117058167417531736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=117058167417531736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/117058167417531736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/117058167417531736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/02/perils-of-straight-jacketed-thought.html' title='Perils of Straight-jacketed thought'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-117024895976974147</id><published>2007-01-31T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:09:21.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism abound...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Time can bring you down,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Time can bend your knees.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Time can break your heart,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Have you begging please, begging please.
Beyond the door,There's peace I'm sure,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And I know there'll be no moreTears in heaven.&lt;/em&gt;
                                   -Eric Clapton (Tears in Heaven)

&lt;em&gt;Where, oh where, can my baby be? &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;The lord took her away fromMe. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Shes gone to heaven, so Ive got to be good. &lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;So I can see my baby when I leave this world.&lt;/em&gt;
                                    - Pearl Jam (Last Kiss)

You must be wondering why have i put these two songs which are in such different genre and by such different bands...well, there's one simple connect between the two...Both of them depict real loss; The first being in memory of loss of Clapton's son and the second depicting the death of a loved one after a car crash...
What is amazing is not that they depict death or bereavment but the fact that they talk about optimism of such great magnitude...optimism going beyond life and death, finding their loved ones in heaven and hence being good in their present life..Those who have read Dr Brain Welsh's books (noteably Many lifes, many masters and Only love is real) or believe in the concept of reincarnation might agree to these songs but what makes me think is: is it really practical. Loss is loss and there is nothing that one can do to undo that...nevertheless, being eternal optimists we hope that things will be good and when the writing on the wall becomes too clear we know that this is not possible and then we resort to all these concepts for making us feel good.
I understand people taking solace in hypothetical situations or memories but taking solace in the fact that my next life will be good seems too much of a stretch to a normal person. However if we look at just Tears in Heaven and understand it contextually, we might be just able to appreciate it. I guess Clapton was not in a normal rational state of mind, which should be very normal, given the extent of griel and hence these thoughts. These are bizzare thoughts but they do give solace for some time and sooner or later life restores to normalcy with that void, with that loss and you just learn to live with it...its as simple as that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-117024895976974147?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/117024895976974147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=117024895976974147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/117024895976974147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/117024895976974147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/01/optimism-abound.html' title='Optimism abound...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-117023216984616213</id><published>2007-01-31T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T00:29:29.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Catchword..</title><content type='html'>Guess...whats the latest adjective for females who make us salivate...

Tata Sky...

Why??..Simple...&lt;em&gt;Isko laga dala to life jingalala....&lt;/em&gt;

Credits: This is an act of plagiarism...this is KG's idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-117023216984616213?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/117023216984616213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=117023216984616213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/117023216984616213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/117023216984616213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-catchword.html' title='New Catchword..'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116895405287153086</id><published>2007-01-16T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T05:35:12.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Sick people....</title><content type='html'>Some days back I was reading this book "Night" by Elie Wiesel. The book is a shocking, almost nightmarish narrative of the author's experience in Nazi Concentration Camp during the World War-II. The book will shake u up...to say the least...by its sheer narrative power which does not meander here and there...it states just the facts and what the author....then a young boy is feeling.(the book is just 110 odd pages)..To quote few lines from the book..
&lt;em&gt;"Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke before the silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever.Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence which deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dream into dust."&lt;/em&gt;
And mind you, its not fiction..its fact...
And then around that time, the Nithari case also came into light and then add some serial killer/molestation stories that come across in various channels...and then u realize what have we done...how can someone do something like this...is there or is there not something called conscience...how can a person after doing something of this kind sleep, how can he eat, how can he be at peace with oneself, how can he live...
I guess these people are not normals, they are mentally sick; and maybe its to do with some real tragedy in their lives (filling them with that sense of vendetta), upbringing, their sense of depriviation in life, their education which has instilled their minds with wrong notions/views etc or if none of this true..then maybe its what is called manufacturing defect...but i am sure these people are not normal...For eg, assume for a moment that the child depicted in the controversial Pearl Jam video "Jeremy" actually didnt shoot himself...arent chances significant that he wouldnt be normal in the sense of the term and potentially could become one of these...
I personally know a person (though, thankfully he is not this weird) and I, along with all other people who know him, are convinced that he is a sick man, a sick bastard...cause the sadistic things he does and the pleasure he gets out of that, no sane person would do/enjoy..and sometimes we think what could have been done to ameliorate his behaviour and one thing that comes to our mind is physciatric help...
I personally think that physciatric help can go a long way to ease life (atleast to some extent) for a lot of such sick people and as a result to those around him though as a society we are majorly averse to it..And not only that, even for normal people, I think it can be benefecial, some help, some counselling provided its taken in the right spirit and not tantamount to a person becoming a lunatic/idiot..How many times have we felt just like pouring our hearts out, crying out, reaching out for help and looking for a catalyst who would help us shed our albatross. In earlier times, family provided that great emotional anchor and in today's context, given that most of us stay away from our family and 99% of all remaining relationships can best be described as need or convenience based, how much do these people benefit is anyone's imagination....
And this also explains why for so many of us, pleasure means a session of binge drinking, chain smoking, short term relationships, trance nights...where's the serenity man, wheres the peace!!!!
Reminds me of that Black Eyed Peas song..."Where is the love?"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116895405287153086?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116895405287153086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116895405287153086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116895405287153086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116895405287153086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-sick-people.html' title='Of Sick people....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116747439536004161</id><published>2006-12-30T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:40:27.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Runner...What an amazing book!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today morning, i finished reading this book and I must tell I have been very lucky to have laid my hands upon two damn sexy books in succession, the first being Many lives, Many masters...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kite Runner...doesnt have some out of the world amazing story nor does it state something as intriguing as past life as was the case in the other book but the sheer narrative of the story leaves you spell-bound plus its depiction of self-guilt, insecurity and above all the way life comes a full circle is truly amazing...I got so lost in the book that i neither brushed my teeth nor had my breakfast till afternoon...:)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I was reading through the book, I couldnt help but think of the wreck that is caused by ghosts inside us, either on account of grave secrets we have, our past lives or anything but these are stuff that leave us drenched and affect us in more than one ways..We pretend normalcy, we pretend happiness but thats not the case, deep inside there are these lingering feelings that just dont go away and haunt us wherever we go, whatever we do...the past actually never dies..we might run away from it, hide it but then it does haunt us..and not everyone has the guts nor are situations always that conducive for us to become a la the wife of the protagonist who could reveal all her past demons and shed the albatross...more often than not we are like her husband...just reeling under it, suffering and unable to do a shit about it...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another thing that got me really thinking is about the vagaries of life..think about it...how suddenly his best friend got molested...how suddenly he realized that his servant was actually his half brother...two of the most defining moments of his life..moments that changed the course of his life and he couldnt do a shit about them...he couldnt plan for them...he couldnt have expected them even in his wildest imagination and worst still...whats his fault that life did this to him...what was his damn fault...in the first case, he was just a enthusiastic kid participating in a tournament..and in the second he was only a caring person visiting a person he loved so much...why did life have to bring so much chaos and catch him so unawares like this..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Neverthelss...no point getting into these aspects....what u wish and what u can do are always two different things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116747439536004161?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116747439536004161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116747439536004161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116747439536004161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116747439536004161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/12/kite-runnerwhat-amazing-book.html' title='Kite Runner...What an amazing book!!!'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116736728597317246</id><published>2006-12-28T20:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:41:25.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The year that was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The year is drawing to a close and I thought why not do an appraisal of how it went. Ideally i should have waited for another two days to write this piece but then..chalta hai...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So 2006...When i look back at it, there is nothing that makes me happy ..either on a personal or a professional front...though there have been some plus points peppered randomly but even those i think were only a handful...Nevertheless, whats the point in feeling fucked and brooding..lets look at the things that went well/learnings and be happy...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firmed my belief that people who are your own are the people that matter...and even if u fight/disagree/abuse each other..they are the only ones u can rely on at the direst of situation and I am happy to have such friends..Touchwood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Learned the importance of humility...there is a shit under your own control..so dont think yourself as the master of your destiny..or having the reigns of your life in your hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To succeed all you need is good stuff between your ears...brains and luck...and u need them both...more so the latter..so that explains assholes who are better off than you...and accept that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Resumed writing...albiet stupid blogs like this...after a hiatus of close to a decade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Resumed reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Made one serious attempt at kicking the butt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shed the albatross of the perception of a very average guy in my ex-organization.(i think so...may be wrong)..with one Business Development and one project...Thank God, there is something called recency effect and if i have to take some reference from them, they will forget my initial stint there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Managed to appear very intelligent in a job interview and get a 30% pay hike:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Increased the circumference of my waist by an inch...a cool 3.5% improvement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I think thats abt it...definitely not good enough...but then theres something called law of averages and I am looking forward to it manifesting itself in my life in 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116736728597317246?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116736728597317246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116736728597317246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116736728597317246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116736728597317246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-that-was_116736728597317246.html' title='The year that was...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116686915265354363</id><published>2006-12-23T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:19:12.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin Gud.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since morning I havent had a smoke....not a single one...not even at the time of going for the morning loo, not even after food....Thank God!! and thank Suvidha for doing all the research and buying the patches for me and thank Amit for bringing them over. I am feeling good..Hope i continue feeling good...
I had planned to start using it today for some time now. I am off for three days and hence would i have required some rest or soemthing, this would be a good time. But thankfully, this patch is quite a sexy thing....The migration has been quite effortless...no aching of arms, no headache, no feeling of being clamped down...Sahi chez hai...Hope the migration from pathces to nothing is smooth as well...
I am not against indulgences...but apart from the negative effects of smoking, what i hated about it was that I was becoming a slave to it...and becoming a slave to anything is bad....And hopefully i wont touch the butt again..Amen
And yes..did i tell u last nite i had a blast to celebrate turning a new page in my life...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116686915265354363?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116686915265354363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116686915265354363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116686915265354363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116686915265354363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/12/feelin-gud.html' title='Feelin Gud.....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116601236540575260</id><published>2006-12-13T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:36:43.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so subtle undertones...</title><content type='html'>I was listening to this wonderful song..."Kuch to log kahenge" picturised on Rajesh Khanna and Sharmila Tagore...evening setting...and Mr. Khanna kind of coaxing the lady in the song in a room..And in this context I thought, why not try to decipher what the undertones of the song really mean...and here's what my wela mind has produced....(there are the lyrics and the undertone explained in italics)...enjoy...

&lt;em&gt;(Credits: The author sincerely thanks Atul Kumar for inputs on concept and specific inferences)&lt;/em&gt;

kuchh to log kahenge, logaan kaa kaam hain kahanaa
chhodo, bekaar kee baato mein , kahee beet naa jaaye rainaa
&lt;em&gt;“Come on Baby...dont waste time...dont fear the world...lets make the best use of the weather/ambiance/mood...”
&lt;/em&gt;
kuchh reet jagat kee ayesee hai
har yek subah kee shaam huyee
too kaun hai, teraa naam hain kyaa
seetaa bhee yahaa badanaam huyee
&lt;em&gt;Now this is even more sinister...Touching on the appealing mythological chord...This is real coaxing…And what a logic, “ Look! People malign everyone…even the mighty Goddess!. So since as it is u r going to be maligned, you might as well (u know what)…….”
&lt;/em&gt;
fir kyo sansaar kee baaton se
bheeg gaye tere nainaa
&lt;em&gt;“So Baby...pls dont think abt the world...dont bother..dont let a stupid guilt feeling come in between...(u know what).”
&lt;/em&gt;
hum ko jo taane dete hai
hum khoye hain in rang raliyon me
hum ne un ko bhee chhup chhup ke
aate dekhaa in galiyon me
ye sach hain zoothhee baat nahee
&lt;em&gt;And the last leg…equally touching..though on a different level…”Everyone does it…even people who voice loudly against indulgences have fun…So Baby, don’t worry…enjoy…and even if someone sees, it wont matter…I have seen them as well….so it will be mutual scratching of back”
&lt;/em&gt;
tum bolo ye sach hain naa
&lt;em&gt;“U agree to whatever i say...right???…..Cumon….”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116601236540575260?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116601236540575260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116601236540575260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116601236540575260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116601236540575260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-so-subtle-undertones.html' title='Not so subtle undertones...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116575537180854972</id><published>2006-12-10T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:00:05.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a poignant mode...</title><content type='html'>Last nite I was reading this pretty physcic book...Many lifes Many Masters...The story is essentially a narrative of a physciatrist of his experiences with a patient of his who starts talking of her earlier births, stage of non physical existence between two births and how some people meet across births....
I must say it was damn interesting...so much so that i finished the whole book at one go..the whole 200 odd pages...
I mean stuff like these make u think...think aspects other than the typical.."job sucks, money sucks, boss sucks and there is no wife/gf to suck" stuff....I dont know how people react to reading stuff like this but for me, some of the things really made me think...think till late in the night, lying alone in my bed..and thinking about bizzare stuff; things like, What science justify's Mozart's brilliance at such an age???...
However there was something towards which my mind drifted and somehow i was trying to relate the two of them, though that might be a bit too far fetched...
Everyday i take an auto from my apartment to office in BKC and end up getting struck in traffic and seeing a bunch of urchins in absolutely sad state of existence...some of the instances are so sad that they put u completely off track....I recall seeing a battered young lady every day....must not be more than 17-18 years of age, begging...and she was pregnant...and a few days back i saw her begging..but this time with a difference.a deflated stomach and..she had a baby in her arms...I was like holy shit...how unfair life can be...
Nevertheless i came back to my apartment and one of my friends called up.."Yaar, meri kismat to total c$#@%&amp;amp; hui hai...sala boss didnt give me the required salary hike" At that point in time, i couldnt help but completely ignore him....when i have jsut been a spectator (silent.i.e..i infact wanted to give her some money or something but knew that if i did, i would have a difficult time warding off the hoard of beggers who would flock)....to such unfairness of life, by no stretch of imagination I could bring myself to agree with this frnd of mine who considered being off by a lakh of rupees as bad.
And last night, after reading the book, I was thinking about this very beggar....what's her folly that she was born in a house/slum like that and currently in a state like this...what's the damn fault of teh child that he was born to a beggar mom and was on the streets even before he has spend a month in this world..
In any other state, I would have been branded physco for taking my supposedly educated, scientific and rationale driven mind into these realms but last night for a change I was thinking about things at a level slightly higher from our mundane worries and I didnt want to be ashamed of it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116575537180854972?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116575537180854972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116575537180854972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116575537180854972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116575537180854972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-poignant-mode.html' title='In a poignant mode...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116495371001445970</id><published>2006-11-30T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:18:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What they say and what they mean.....</title><content type='html'>There is something called falsification and there is something called factually correct but totally misleading statements...and corporate life is full of the second one. Though my experience with this species has been short, there are some statements which really amuse me...and the sad part is that they get repeated with alarming frequency...Statements which prima-facie say something but in essence mean something very different...Here, I attempt to pen few such statements that I can think of..(the left hand side is the statement and the right hand side is the actual meaning of the same)
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are in the process of building up&gt;&gt;&gt; We have been faced with an exodus and we are trying to get people to join us. As of now, we are very thinly staffed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comfort with ambiguity&gt;&gt;&gt; I dont know a shit about the problem you are grappling with. Please do on ur own..with help from...Google (obviously)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are at the point of influxion in the learning curve&gt;&gt;&gt; I know you havent learnt anything from me till now...hope in future u can....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We do not hire people for salary&gt;&gt;&gt; We pay peanuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are a dynamic organization&gt;&gt;&gt; Our attrition rate is over 100%&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We do not believe in fleecing the client and that approach shows in our attitude towards the employees as well&gt;&gt;&gt; Dont expect anything on the employee welfare front from us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We did not select the guy cause he didnt show a willingess to learn&gt;&gt;&gt; I have no rational reason for not selecting the guy...The cause is in my will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will try to bring about change management&gt;&gt; There is no benchmark for my performance appraisal...worst there is no deliverable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me...where does the organization need to improve..Cumon be frank&gt;&gt; Give me ammunition so that i can fuck ur happiness when i need to do so...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The organization will get fresh blood with these guys joining&gt;&gt; These guys have nothing tangible to show...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our gentleman brings in an amazing breadth of experience across various industries&gt;&gt; Bloody rolling stone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116495371001445970?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116495371001445970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116495371001445970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116495371001445970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116495371001445970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-they-say-and-what-they-mean.html' title='What they say and what they mean.....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116331275590066766</id><published>2006-11-11T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:25:55.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching 29 to a derivatives guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, this was going to be fun....Firday nite..and me unusually late in office....nevertheless determination knows no bound and i knew that i wouldnt screw up my weekend welcome by sitting at my apartment and watching Altaf Raja in his new avtaar crooning alongwith a bunch of semi-nude females imitating a-la Demi Moore gyrating infront of a salivating Burt Reynolds in Striptease....
So, moi sent a  couple of sms'es..the typical....kya scene and as luck would have it, found some folks ready to come down for a round (and some more) of beer and a game of cards....
KG and his juny (and our new found friend from F-17, Viay Gupta) confimed their presence...Atul and Rajesh were alredy there..KG would be coming late..which meant that till midnite we had to play 29...but one guy had to be taught...and it had to be Vinay...Atul took the onerous task of doing that...one Private Equity guy teaching a Derivatives guy,,,,how to play 29....check it out..snippets of the conversation...

&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;: Party, u start bidding from 16 and go upto 29...or 32..
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: U mean 16 is the floor and 29/32 is the cap..
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;:..aree mast.....dekh, u bid based on your 4 cards and the remaining 4 will come later
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: Mane ki...call option
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;:...mache diye ho....agar kismat achi chal rahi hai to colour banate rahna chahiye....
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: haan haan, duniya bull run main paise banati hai...
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;: acha sun....u should also see samne wala kaise colour banata hai..etc etc
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: aree wahi na..refer to technical analysis for past behaviour
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;: ekdamn sahi...dekh, agar samne wala ka risk appetite jyada hoga to woh gande cards main bhi colour banayega....
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: aree haan re, hedge fund aur private equity investment main difference to hota hi hai
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul&lt;/span&gt;: 7th card ka bhi funda hota hai....but its very risky..
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: bola to, selling a call option in a bull market....
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atul:&lt;/span&gt; but agar woh single card nikla to u can change the card
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vinay&lt;/span&gt;: matlab hedging available hai....

And so the discussion went on...Vinay learnt a great deal and we were swamped with words like market skimming, call/put, hedging etc etc and for us it was ...as they said in Indore..machau

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116331275590066766?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116331275590066766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116331275590066766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116331275590066766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116331275590066766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/11/teaching-29-to-derivatives-guy.html' title='Teaching 29 to a derivatives guy'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116283067961668455</id><published>2006-11-06T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T08:31:19.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's enuf....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Unfortunately, for the last year and half or so, I have been seeing tragedies... to me and to people close enough to affect me...infact there have been more...with people acquianted to me ...but for them I havent really bothered beyond that required by basic humanitarian or social grounds...but even after trying my level best to keep myself cheerful, every now and then something or the other has happened which has made me real upset and sorry.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There have been deaths, there have been diseases, worse there has been heartbreaks, there has been shocks, there has been a change in the course of life for worse and there has been waiting for the tragedy to happen...and there has been the facade of cheer and normalcy beneath all the pain and sorrow, which u know that someone is putting but then u dont know what to do and let it continue as it is.  Infact some of the instances that I have come to know about a few people close to me are such that in our normal lives, we would otherwise associate such things to only some melodramatic piece of fiction.
But one striking thing is that all events in life thankfully come with a "the end". Every night has a following  sunrise and the worst part in life is when you sleep knowing that today wasnt the worst and tomorrow could be just that bad day you had been waiting for, something you pray and wish didnt happen but know it has to...if not tomorrow, a day later..a few days later but will happen soon. I personally think thats the worst part in life, waiting  for some imminent tragedy to strike, some death, some bereavment. One of my friends went through just that and having seen so much myself, I only pray for him that things turn for better soon. Afterall, somewhere there has to be an end.....it cant go on like this for ever.....
Being on my own for a decade or so and being associated with some of the nastiest people anyone could come across have made me kind of a stoic and have a typical," I care a fuck"....but of late, there has been such a series of bad news for close people that I get real upset and sorry and even more worrying is the awareness of the fact that what i know is only a part of the problem...no rational person would go on with a crying face, knowing fully well how people shun them.....Hope i get to hear some good news from my folks soon...and god willing it should be comming from people who deserve a smile...really deserve one...
Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116283067961668455?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116283067961668455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116283067961668455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116283067961668455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116283067961668455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-enuf.html' title='It&apos;s enuf....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116134279729080960</id><published>2006-10-20T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:16:19.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segmentation Analysis- The fairer sex in Toto's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love Toto's in Bandra..The music, the ambiance, the food, the price-value equation...everything there is so amazing...One of these nites when we were sitting over there ( as usual Lukhi junta)..and eyeing various females across the lenght and breadth of that place..we noticed that we were assigning different adjectives for different females present over there...babe/ non-male/ bitch/Ladies/ bachi/aunty/yuck/Technology/LT-ST/hot/piping hot...etc etc...so me thought that as it is I am not doing any work out here...why not try to create a reference document for all these words...no sexist stuff here...just what these mean...:)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babe&lt;/strong&gt;: U dont know where the female will fit in but she does look pretty attractive...they are a segment whose boundaries are very flexible..i mean if there are more beautiful females around, she will become a female and if there are none..she will be labelled.hot..u know very circumstantial...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-Male&lt;/strong&gt;: No descriptions requried...All of us know what it means.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;: U look at her.she turns around and either holds the hands of her accompanying male friend/cuddles up with him/kisses him.and then looks at u through the corners of her eyes..with one wicked smile..what a BITCH&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ladies&lt;/strong&gt;: They constitute that rare set of females who accompany males of our category to Toto's and hence are referred to with respect&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bachi&lt;/strong&gt;:Totos is full of females of this category, all looking young, faking maturity, ciggi in one hand, bacardi breezer in another...yelling and jumping the moment they see their friends....amazing enthu group..and ya at times they make u be aware of how old we have become...muah...:(&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty&lt;/strong&gt;: Most of them dressed in a manner showing that they r straight coming from office...mid-aged...psued...lot of charm and grace.generally with men significantly younger..A sure shot way of identying Aunties: A female talking on the cell-phone..Dear, I will be late...am out on a office party with some collegues &lt;end&gt;&amp;amp; wink...Mast wala lie!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuck&lt;/strong&gt;: This segment is very person to person dependent...but everyone finds a set of females there..u see them and say..Yuck...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You look at them, find them attractive....so far so good. But as it always happens u give a second look...and what do u find...had it not been for the advancements in science/technology (cosmetics, surgery, etc etc) she wouldnt have deserved even a glance..forget a look.Lolz...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LT-ST&lt;/strong&gt;: The set of females u want to take home to when your Mom is there....thats LT...(long term).....ST (short term) is simple: desire to take her to the house when your Mom is not there...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot&lt;/strong&gt;: Thats the reason why u find Tots filled with lukha people like me...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piping Hot&lt;/strong&gt;: They are what is called."visual viagra"...now cumon guys...this is a public blog.cant get more explicit...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116134279729080960?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116134279729080960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116134279729080960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116134279729080960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116134279729080960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/10/segmentation-analysis-fairer-sex-in.html' title='Segmentation Analysis- The fairer sex in Toto&apos;s'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116032617294138145</id><published>2006-10-08T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T09:49:33.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Strategy...Bad execution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A consultant, lets call him Mr. X was the perfect poster boy of consulting...he ate, drank, breathed and did everything like a consultant...so here was Mr. X, dressing up every day in a  black suit (bought from the wardrobe allowance he received), a nice shirt with pearl cuffling, and needless to say accompained by his Mont Blanc pen, Omega watch and obviously his blackberry and cellphone, carrying ET (which he never read, except the headlines to present his view infront of teh client), and going to office in a Orix cab (whose bill, obv was foot by the client) and then helping (or whatever) clients in solving their CEO's "top of the mind concerns".&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far so good.....but then Mr. X spotted a girl...a babe so to say....and he couldnt stop uttering,,"God! i must congratulate her parents for such wonderful value creation!". The girl heard that and came to ask him if he said something. Cornered, he could utter only one thing..."Lady, can we take this offline please" and the lady impressed by his manners, handed over her cell phone number to him..X opened his mouth to say ."Great....Thanks...mark my word...we'll keep this channel of communication open with no elements of intermediation"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So started the love story of Mr. X...he courted his babe, lets call her Ms X...and ultimately her parents called him home to discuss marriage....he did his best to stretch the diagnostic period but in front of Ms X's concerns he had no option but to succumb and thus was borne his strategic alliance with Ms X. On marriage day, he promised his in-laws and everyone present there.."I swear, it will be a win-win situation for everyone involved" and with this promise Mr. and Ms (now Mrs) X moved up the value-chain!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then he faltered in his execution and soon his Monday morning to Friday evening outstation trips became too much of a bottleneck in the relationship for Mrs X and she started looking for external help to solve her top of the mind (and body) concerns...Mr. X started facing competition and silently some invisible hand (or d$%k) started gaining market (or bed) share....Mr X was usual busy in what he called...professional requirement and Mrs X was experiencing her moments of truth...slowly but steadily an unknown new face had become the market leader.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mrs X decided that handling two relationships was getting too much for her span of control and she seeked Divorce...when she decided this Mr. X as usual was away at a client's place giving a presentation on..."How to back up a good strategy with an equally great execution"...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116032617294138145?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116032617294138145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116032617294138145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116032617294138145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116032617294138145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-strategybad-execution.html' title='Good Strategy...Bad execution'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-116012773327918077</id><published>2006-10-06T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T02:42:13.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemme go!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember one of those HR classes, when I was awake and hence hearing the discussion. It was on the utility of Alumni Network, companies create and the prime reason that came forward for its existence was that it helped spread a good word about the organization by the ex-employee and keep ties with the firm; it’s a small world after all…
However, when I see the situation around me, things seem to be quite different. I don’t know what bosses have in mind when they create pain for the leaving employee when they know that all they are doing is making him leave with a bad taste. Are they that naïve to think that the employee will good mouth the company even when they are treated so badly or have they not heard of recency effect, wherein when you move out, the thing that remains most with you are the last moments, the final days.
Till date, I must say I have been very lucky on this count: be it the three farewell parties, the pen with my name embossed on it, assurance of discounted booze while in campus and the return flight with my choice of office car for Airport drop (they proposed an office car pick me up in Cal as well but I was like…oye bas bhi karo)…at Seagram (It’s a dream to expect all these nowadays) or the really smooth exit along with the monetary relief at TSMG (I had to pay the firm something around 65K which they worked around to ensure that I don’t have to), I have had good exists. Talking of recency effect, I think for me it manifested extremely well at one of these companies of whom I never thought too highly of, courtesy some issues and more than that the stories crated out of those issues but my view of that place did quite a vaulte face by the way the HR and Admin treated me at the time of leaving. One year of image formation changed quite a lot in one day…Amazing na!!!!
But then when I look around at a lot of places, bosses including line bosses and HR, give such pain to the leaving employees that they just want to walk out of this shit. Ties are cut-off, people are bad mouthed, clients are lied to, settlement is unjustifiably held up, employees are made to run for Form 16, and all efforts are made to ensure that the employee is as pissed off as can be. And then comes one of the biggest facades of Corporate India: The Exit Interview. The boss/HR will tell you things about how big plans the company had for you, how well you were placed to cash in on the growth the company was about the witness blah blah and then comes the most amazing of all lines, “So, where do you think we can improve?.” And then you know that one honest negative feedback and your settlement etc will be hung up for god knows how long..So what do you do? Simple: say lines like, “Well, I don’t think I am in a position to comment on something as serious as areas of organizational improvements but I think you could do some things to boost employee morale, maybe u know increase communication levels..blah blah….”
(though that’s not the case everywhere)
And what when he leaves..the HR/Boss will come and gladly spread the word around…U know such and such person really wasn’t fitting with our organizational culture or a thing or two about the competence (or the lack of it) the employee had…knowing fully aware that he is speaking utter crap and that even the audience knows abt it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-116012773327918077?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/116012773327918077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=116012773327918077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116012773327918077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/116012773327918077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/10/lemme-go.html' title='Lemme go!!!!'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115710625684203900</id><published>2006-09-01T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T03:24:16.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Syndrome....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can work on any day any time; morning, evening, day, night, Sunday, Monday…but Fridays. I don’t know what’s the reason but I just cannot work on Fridays, especially post lunch. Lunch karke lauto and immediately somehow I start visualizing the lanes of Bandra infront of me, or if not Bandra, the scene in my apartment or Khemkas as it is called, with me and a group of my lukha friends.

There is something associated with Friday afternoons and evenings. Somehow I just cannot keep my mind from meandering here and there; I just cannot sit in a discussion; I cannot keep my tie intact; I simply cannot help myself from sending those numerous sms’s, “raat ka kya scene”.

For quite some time now, courtesy the absence of lack of like minded people in office, be it Abhinav, Suri, Vimal etc in Seagram or Patki, Punda, Aditya in TSMG I have always had a ball on Friday evenings. I mean its so natural and automatic to keep staring at your watch, do nothing, make plans and head to a pub on a Friday night…its so ingrained and become a part of us now. So attuned had I become of this that I can’t think of any other activity.

However, of late when I have made a sincere attempt to sanitize my life, I still find myself having this “Friday no work syndrome” and my legs automatically dragging me to some pub. I don’t drink there but I just cant deny myself a good time on such an auspicious occasion. Plus, if I don’t do that, what else do I do??? I have tried a lot of alternatives but most of them require me to don the adventurous hat or move in groups of not like minded people which I am just not capable of. What does it mean?? Very simple…do what u do best…walk into a nearby pub even if your accompanying drink there is a glass of fresh lime or a mug of beer at max. Neverthless, kaam to Friday afternoons ko nahin hota…..no way…I still remember, how earlier i used to hate it when inadvertently it happened that me and Aditya are sitting in a discussion with Pankaj on friday nights and as usual and to our pain it got late....and both of us looking at each other with shinnign eyes....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Friday afternoons are not for working...they are for planning for the night...they are for anticipation...they are for co-ordinating with ur friends outside the city about the flight they will take to bby and which place is suitable for them....its for all these....or if not these, for doing tp like yahoo messenger, orkut, or blogging...(see the time and day!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115710625684203900?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115710625684203900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115710625684203900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115710625684203900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115710625684203900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/09/friday-syndrome.html' title='Friday Syndrome....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115642675257775472</id><published>2006-08-24T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T06:39:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of Danda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Earlier, I always believed in the power of Danda..Those were the good old days of auditing when the client would give some information only after we escalated things to his boss..and we were convinced that danda works....But somewhere down the line with so much of talk about customer service and all these books of Kotler etc reading stuff like customer service&gt;delight&gt; orgasm (we loved this term!!!!), my belief in the power of danda was somehow lost...However, my recent experience with Citibank made me belief yet again that when everything fails Danda is the thing that works best....
I got my account with them somewhere around May end and mind you it was a salary account, so things are supposed to be pretty fast...Nevertheless I got my account opened but the pin numbers never came...I called up the help-line and they asked me to complete some formalities which I did but even then there was no pin...So there i was having money in my bank but still indulging in the age-old practice of borrowing money for my daily expenses. Frustrated I got hold of the RM and called her up, and boy! the way she comes across...U cldnt have a more I care a damn attitude..
Then something in me reminded me of the old days when swinging the danda worked when everything failed and I did exactly that...sent a mail to the head of the division with a cc to her...and my God!!! the way she changed...right from calling up to replying promptly to ensuring that everything gets done ....she was picture perfect.....
She even went to extent of getting his office peon to deliver it to me in just a couple of days time....something which wasnt getting done for three months..Long live Danda!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115642675257775472?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115642675257775472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115642675257775472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115642675257775472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115642675257775472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-of-danda.html' title='The power of Danda'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115367838241163877</id><published>2006-07-23T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:48:47.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a weird movie...yeah..I am talking of the movie, "Yun hota to kya hota", whose english translation is the name of this piece. True, Ayesha Takia was there (to whom since God has endowed with more than enough and hence we guys just cant have enough of her :), Konkana Sharma, Dina Pathak, Paresh Rawal, Subhashini Mulay, Irfan Khan....such great actors were there but still the movie was just weird...But one thing which I really liked is the title of the movie...which asks the basic question...What if??
What if this had happened ..that happened..or even more pertinent..what if this had not happened...or that had not happened...What if I had scored two marks more there...what if I had answered that qeustion in the interview like that...what if i had not sneaked out of the hostel to have the first puff....what if i had not acted like I at times did ....what if i was more sensible and prudent....what if life would have been different...in a different context with a different set of players in it...
Every now and then we make choices.. we choose between alternatives...and take one road instead of other and they lead us somewhere....at times we r better off and at times we r worse...and when the outcome is the later we just stand there and inadvertently think...What if???...Ofcourse thats a different story that thinking doesn't help:)
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115367838241163877?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115367838241163877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115367838241163877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115367838241163877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115367838241163877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115294793815621972</id><published>2006-07-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:43:01.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blasts and after that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bombs rocked Mumbai on tuesday..as per the reports 200 people are dead and close to 700 are injured. Applying simple mathematics, it boils down to 112 people, either dead or injured per blast or per train compartment. Now, knowing bby trains that does seem to be understatement, but thats besides the point. Fact remains that the blasts were a very unfortunate incident. However what interests me are the couple of incidents associated with it:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We the people&lt;/strong&gt;: For all the people in Bby, lemme ask u a qst: How was wednesday morning for u? I mean the day after the blasts. Everything was normal...so damn normal..barring more police on the roads. We went to office and after the initial 30 mins of discussions on the previous day's discussion, it was business as usual for us. We went for dinner n even there is was nothing abnormal. The city simply didnt curb its speed or stop. People say that's the spirit of the city, it doesnt stop. But aint that also an manifestation of our indifference...of our "i dont care what happens arnd me"...Its kind of disturbing but then thats fact. Deep within we simply dont bother whats happening. Life goes on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong startegy&lt;/strong&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;sorry...but the consulting bug is getting the better of me&lt;/em&gt;) There is a lot of talk going arnd about which terrorist organization did it and all that stuff but one question (which stems from the earlier point) is that whats the point of targeting Bby. I think that the end objective of any such attack is not to kill people but bring about destability. Killing is only a means to the end and not the end itself and thats where any attack on Bby fails. It jsut doesnt trigger anything. The city returns to normalcy is just no time. I am sure that had such attacks happened in any other city, the situation would be much different. For eg: bandhs and protest rallies, if it were Cal???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Media&lt;/strong&gt;: There's something terribly wrong with the media in India. Let me ask a basic qeustion, "why make it so gory?" I remember seeing the coverage of 9/11 and despite the scale of destruction, there wasnt one corpse shown and here are our couterparts, focusing and refocusing on corpses, blown away/destroyed body parts, faces dripping in blood and what not. I mean whats the point. Does it serve any purpose? It doesnt even increase the eyeballs hits.cummon we are normal people and the last thing we want to see is some gory pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The good samaritans: &lt;/strong&gt;I came to know of the HSBC incident where a trader died in the blasts. But it was very heartening to find out the way HSBC came forward to help and Ms. Kidwai offering multifold superannuation and a job offer to the child of the employee. Great u say...not every place is bad...Its really heartening to find out that not all companies view their employees as a pair of hands and some grey matter who should take their pay slip and fuck off; some places are good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115294793815621972?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115294793815621972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115294793815621972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115294793815621972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115294793815621972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/07/blasts-and-after-that.html' title='The blasts and after that....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115180287351794957</id><published>2006-07-01T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:17:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why have a kid...as per TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This idiot box has turned all the more idiot of late...right from showing interviews of movie stars who describe their and their friends' character in a movie as.."&lt;em&gt;Hum log 4 jaan hai...aur basically sab ekdam harami hai&lt;/em&gt;" to all those headlines in news channel about how Mika kissed Rakhi Sawant and why there wasnt any element of male chivalry and opinion polls on what could have been done better..u can expect the most bizzare of things to come on the TV...so far chalta hai but what do u do when u suddenly stop your surfing at a channel showing a panel discussion of doctors on the issue of marriage and children.

Before I proceed further, let me get it very clear that I have immense regard for doctors. True, they mint money like crazy but then u cant escape the fact that nothing like a good doctor at the time of pain. Good from the professional as well as personal point of view. (Personal because u trust them and u wldnt want to be taken for a ride.)

Now coming to my original point of the panel discussion. Imagine what as per the discussion was the biggest reason for having a kid.
&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids give couples a reason to talk for 25 years after the initial euphoria over marriage has subsided and hence save marriages"&lt;/strong&gt;
Now as a corrolary this means that:
1. &lt;em&gt;"Couples without kids dont have anything to talk and since they dont have anything to talk about, the marriage collapses over time"&lt;/em&gt;.
&lt;em&gt;2. "Couples with kids talk about children all the time which saves the marriage from collapsing"&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
Gentleman! what about childless couples. Do all of them break up. And also why do u need a child to create a topic to discuss? As it is, if a couple cant find any topic to talk, which in effect means that there aint any common topic or they are not comfy sharing it with the partner, it will as it is break up-child or no child. A child only furthers the intersection set between a couple's interests; it doesnt create it.
Further, children are a natural milestone in the journey of life. U have children becuase thats the thing to do and not because their marriage is in jeopardy. Remember all those old Hindi movies in which the prospective grandpa said," &lt;em&gt;Bete, wansh chalana hai, mujhe marne se pehle apne pote ka chehra dikha de&lt;/em&gt;" Ever found any married person saying "Hey, I am fearing that my marriage will collapse. Let me have a kid. He will come as a knight in shining armour to save my marriage". Common, give the kid a break. He is yet to be conceived and you are bringing him/her in conjugal issues.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115180287351794957?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115180287351794957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115180287351794957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115180287351794957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115180287351794957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-have-kidas-per-tv.html' title='Why have a kid...as per TV'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115090523769956103</id><published>2006-06-21T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:53:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensitivities....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently when i was struck in the oh-so-typical traffic, something caught my eye. It was the poster of a movie, called Mobile Phone or something like that, showing a female exhibiting her cleavage and a tagline which stated,"based on the true story of the delhi mms case" Nothing new in that...movies and posters hide just the bare minimum but what stayed with me was the fact that there are enough takers for viewing a masala movie which in real life was a tragedy for someone. The fault of the female involved was not that she did what she did but that she was caught doing what she was doing ( Lets accept it, promiscuity does exist in the society; no comments on the extent of it though...) and here we are, spending money to watch a spiced up version of what was a tragic moment for a female, a family...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming back to my original point of being sensitive. I think this is a classic case of one man's pain being the cause of pleasure for another, even though he doesnt necessarily gain anything out of it. Life is full of tragedies...for some a delta less and for some a delta more and for some, who are outside the typical 99.67% of normal curve, a lot more...and there are enuf of people around...or lets say there are enuf of us arnd, who wouldnt think twice before having a laugh at someone's expense....the problem is that we do not do it deliberately but that we simply dont consider how some of our actions affect others...look around or even lets look at ourselves...how many times have we done just that...I have seen people or rather supposed best friends ignoring calls at the most dire of situations, people laughing silently at someone's funeral, people partying after ditching their luved ones...it all exists...and people do it...The examples above might be a bit of extremity but the people involved in these have been the most loved of people around...and if we love people who do such things...well, it speaks a lot about us as well...what say!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115090523769956103?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115090523769956103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115090523769956103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115090523769956103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115090523769956103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/06/sensitivities.html' title='Sensitivities....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-115038998568551439</id><published>2006-06-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:11:44.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fond Rememberance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Born: 1994&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Died: 2006&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Never wanted to separate, but it was destined otherwise....Goodbye, dear companion"&lt;/em&gt;

If u r guessing, whats that...relax..thats nothing but the obituary of my association (of close to 12 years) with alcohol in my capacity as an avid admirer of the human made elixir...

Now that I have actually ended my association and it rests in peace let me take a few moments out to list down some of my fav watering hole across cities..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calcutta:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Someplace Else, Park Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;..(after it stopped being a pure disc)...Good music, good food, good ambiance, great value for money..The only problem is if u wait at the hotel entrance for your friends to come...(for those who are aware of the place, will know what i am talking about) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; Olypub, Park Street&lt;/strong&gt;...I still remember, when in college and couldnt afford more than a visit a month to the above, the only place to head was Olypub. The scene was so bad that very often we used to go alone, rest assured that koi na koi to Xaviers ka mil hi jayega... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delhi/Gurgaon&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The Road-Side Thekas...&lt;/strong&gt;Those who consider themselves too pseud to be drinking on the Road side thekas in Delhi/Gurgaon have no clue what they r missing in life....I mean its some experience...an alco shop...behind/infront/besides it a snacks shop and occassionally cops standing near by (..and drinking as well)...all this is just so unique to that place..And all these at a total damage to the pocket being not even in three digits... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. DJinns&lt;/strong&gt;...Somehow I have a liking for its ample space ...the live band...absence of the Yo-mama crowd (which is so typical of that side of the country)...and most importantly the fact that whenever I went there...somehow or the other I never had to pay... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangalore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
(never lived there as such but visited it for a month or so, quite a number of times...so..sorry upfront for my little knowledge)... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pekos: &lt;/strong&gt;By all standards, one great place to visit..Its so heartening to see a pub in its purist form, so to say....I would call it a "No Frills Pub"...go there...carry cash (till the last time i went there they didnt accept cards)....have a passion for good food and music...and u'l luv it...add to that the looks of a ghetto and u will realise why Floyd or Doors sounds even better there...and not to miss the beer...there is something about it there....u just dont wanna say no to another gulp.. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Purple Haze&lt;/strong&gt;: Decent place...thats it.... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombay..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cafe Mondegar&lt;/strong&gt;...A visit to that place and u know that life does exist in Bombay...What a lively place...Great ambience....good food....good music..good crowd...and smiling (generally) waiters...There is something about the place which has to be experienced....Another feeeling u get there is people dont come to guzzle there...they come to chill out and have fun...Maybe its got to do with the fact that they serve only beer and wine... &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Totos..&lt;/strong&gt;How i am glad that they have stopped the music there ...else this obituary wouldnt have ever been written. Probably the best place in Bby in terms of music and value for money...and plus their chicken cheese omlette and pork salad...yum...Havent seen any other place playing jsut the songs u wld have played had you being playing them urself...Awesome..The only flip side is that it closes earlier than the other Bandra pubs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-115038998568551439?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/115038998568551439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=115038998568551439' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115038998568551439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/115038998568551439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-fond-rememberance.html' title='In Fond Rememberance...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114931791873907039</id><published>2006-06-02T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:19:30.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>∆ Emotional Utility….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Date&lt;/em&gt;: 31st May, 2006
&lt;em&gt;Time&lt;/em&gt;: 8:21 pm
&lt;em&gt;Location&lt;/em&gt;: My apartment, Santa Cruz, Bby
&lt;em&gt;State:&lt;/em&gt; Just dried myself after getting totally drenched in the rain
&lt;em&gt;Mood&lt;/em&gt;: Something between happy and thoughtful
&lt;em&gt;Music&lt;/em&gt;: Pink Floyd (who else??)

So, that’s the scene. Here I am, sitting in the cozy surroundings of the hall in my apartment with dim lights and enjoying Pink Floyd playing Coming Back to Life, along with the sound of heavy rains pouring outside, n ya urs truly has just finished his cup of tea and some nicotine

I am really enjoying the rain pouring outside; after all it eases the pangs of summer heat. I am enjoying this act of nature…but think of it, just an hour ago I was standing outside my office along with my colleague Devendra, both of us totally drenched and waiting for some cab/auto etc to take us to our apartments and at that very moment, rains were supposed to be the worst thing that could have happened…just an hour ago, this very rain was so disgusting and within an hour it has become a thing to be enjoyed and appreciated. This suddenly makes me ask myself, “Is Rain intrinsically bad or it depends on the circumstances” or taking this logic a bit further,” Does our liking or disliking or our experience of joy or pain stand alone or relative to the larger circumstances in which they occur?” (Which explains the element of thoughtfulness in my mood)

Now that I am in a complete rewind mode, drawing from my life’s experiences (which I must say has been extremely eventful, filled with some smiles (most of them on account of academic/professional success, TOUCHWOOD) and more than enough sadness (most, rather all of them on account of my fucked up personal life)…), I think our experiences of joy or pain are by and large relative to our overall state of being. True their stand alone magnitude does matter but as happens in Portfolio Theory, it is relatively insignificant enough to be ignored.

For nerds seeking scientific rationale in it, let’s seek inspiration from fundamental micro-economics principles. Happiness is in some sense akin to utility so let us term it emotional utility. With that logic, sadness becomes negative emotional utility. Our state of mind is nothing but a factor of the circumstances we are in. Hence when we are happy, our total emotional utility is very large. Further if this happiness has accrued over a short period of time, which is due to occurrences of many sexy events in quick succession, the time equivalent total emotional utility or the average emotional utility is very high. Thereafter a stage comes, when any additional sexy event doesn’t add too much to our happiness which is simply due to the fundamental principle of diminishing marginal utility, which applies here as well…diminishing marginal emotional utility until a stage where it doesn’t add any value at all…for example..(I am sorry but I am taking an example of diminishing negative emotional utility…which in simple terms is nothing but too much of getting screwed in life)…”Ever heard of a prostitute complaining of being fucked”. Why is this so?....Think of it…simply because her total negative emotional utility has reached a stage where a delta doesn’t make any difference... and compare it to getting fucked as a stand alone instance…a simple case of plateauing of the total negative emotional utility curve vis-à-vis a position across the steep gradient part.
Now u agree why I place such importance to circumstances being a major driver of the effect any instance has on us….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114931791873907039?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114931791873907039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114931791873907039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114931791873907039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114931791873907039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/06/emotional-utility.html' title='∆ Emotional Utility….'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114866974336128556</id><published>2006-05-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:55:43.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The impact of product upgrade on replacement demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever wondered why we want to change our mobile phones every now and then (okies...every 2 years or so..now and then is more for Yo Man kind of ppl)...but are content seeing the same damn fan rotating above over our sweating bodies year after year or rather decades after decades. If u think its more to do with a lifestyle product vs a utility product, lets take another example...why do most of us have changed our old A/C's with new upgraded/energy saving ones in the last year or so...where does the lifestyle thing come into play...or even better why have so many of ours mom insisted on changing our old refrigerators with newer ones in the last couple of years or so...but with the fans they dont do anything....akhir kyon...why this love with the hanging piece of machinery....after all all of them are high value (for a average Indian Middle Class family), high involvement household related consumer electronics items...??
This question struck me of late when I noticed that some items just dont have a replacement demand...and this thing gains all the more importance when we look at some of the penetration data in the Indian households and find more and more houses having access to many erstwhile so called luxury/comfort items....a high penetration simply means low potential for growing the market which in turn means that for growing the market what is needed is to create replacement market....
This observation made to sit back and realise why does Television market grow but radio doesnt, why does A/c market grow but Fans doesnt, why does ligting bulb market grow but tube light doesnt..the answer which I could think of (though as quite often, I might be totally wrong), is that some product categories have created higher versions or product upgrade making the consumers believe that while they might be having something, its a piece of shit compared to what is available now...they have created a replacement market and has made the consumer upgrade itself despite the fact that the consumer was till the realisation struck him, was pretty happy with this piece of gadget....
Lets take the example of a Television....a simple colour tv, then a 30-40 channel one, then a flat screen, then with better sound etc etc....after every couple of years u feel that u need a new one...not because the existing one is bad but that because the ones currently in the market are much better...On the other hand, lets look at fans, etc....a fan ages ago was the same fan available now...why should any consumer shift..whats the benefit...
Skeptics can say that a fan suffices the need of cooling ur body but the same holds true for A/c's too...why does a replacement market exist there..simply cause the marketers of the latter have consisitently come out with better versions of the A/c tempting people to upgrade.
Hence, while we might not have the data to prove, but examples do exist in real life to show that despite a product having a high technical life, product upgrade by the marketeers definitely helps in getting consumers to go for the better variants thus creating a replacement demand which in turn boosts sale....



&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114866974336128556?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114866974336128556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114866974336128556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114866974336128556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114866974336128556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/05/impact-of-product-upgrade-on.html' title='The impact of product upgrade on replacement demand'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114814957894423416</id><published>2006-05-20T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:26:20.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome females....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shake ur Bon Bon- Shakira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: The way she shakes it...God!!!...Does she at all have bones out there... on her butt n hips...Its awesome, the way she does it..I have seen so many dancers shake their hips but the way Shakira does it ...its simply out of the world....n the best part is its so sensual and sexy....not vulgar at all...Anyday, u wuld be more comfy watching her than watching one of the failed attempts at sensuality by an Indian remix..Shakira is just too much.....

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those Lips and Pout- Angelina Jolie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Angelina Jolie...once one of my friends was watching her in one of the clips n remarked ..."&lt;em&gt;God!!! She is visual viagra" &lt;/em&gt;n I think that was as close as u can get to a befitting descreption of the lady who has send millions of libidos soaring across the world (I dont believe in life beyong Planet Earth)..Her lips n those pout r like just beyond descrption n the attitude with which she carries them...Awesome...simply mind blowing.....

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Perfect- PR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I wont go into the name of who the lady is... Its just that its been my great fortune to have known her, albiet unfortunately for a very short period of time and trust me she was as close to perfection as anyone can get...No flashy stuff .....nothing in particular but how often do u come across someone who seems equally at ease in a disc and at the same time equally comfortable putting her duppata over her head while meeting someone elder...I can go on n on but theres no need...This lady was just too good...just apt to be called Ms. Perfect...

Actually there are lots more females about which i wanna write but then since i have named the piece Awesome females...dont wanna include aweful females in it...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114814957894423416?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114814957894423416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114814957894423416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114814957894423416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114814957894423416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/05/awesome-females.html' title='Awesome females....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114787641896593555</id><published>2006-05-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:33:38.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The choices we get....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good Vs Bad…if its like that, no issues but what do u do when u have to decide between Bad Vs Very Bad or Bad Vs Worse….either case will involve pain, either case will involve heart-ache, either case will cause tears but then a choice has to be made. U want to escape, u want to run away from reality but then it haunts u, escapism hurts, it makes u scared, it makes u feel guilty and then u stand up, muster enough courage and face it. U pray for strength, u pray for the power to carry it through but then u wanna melt, u melt when u see the repercussions. And the folly of life is that the repercussions are not restricted to you alone….the ripples are felt across people…n the worst part is that when u cant explain the other person why you are doing what you are doing..u just sit back with a deep sense of void and nothingness…Its that phase when u r too numb to feel any pain, any sorrow, any tears…anything….u are just too numb for anything…

The worst part is that very often we reconcile with our own situations in life…how good or bad it be but there is nothing we can do to ameliorate the feelings others have for us. At times, we wish that there was no one who would be affected by us but at the end of the day the fact remains that its these very people: for whom we care and more importantly who care for us that make life worth living…Imagine what would it be, if life were a mere series of cold blooded contracts…contract no so n so governing your birth …blah blah….it would be worse than your worst nightmares….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114787641896593555?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114787641896593555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114787641896593555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114787641896593555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114787641896593555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/05/choices-we-get.html' title='The choices we get....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114751986209547704</id><published>2006-05-13T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T04:31:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long back when in school, i had read these lines from some poem...
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"...A pint of joy to a peck of trouble...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And never a joy but the pains come double...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;......&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And that is life"&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aint sure if the lines are accurate)&lt;/span&gt;

These are beutiful lines...might not be very encouraging but very true..Life doesnt remain calm for long...u think things are smooth but then some fuck-up happens...U think u got everything but suddenly something happens and you start asking for something more and then suddenly it gains importance over everything else and no sooner ur desire transforms into a craving, u see it gone...simply vanish...Period...U sit back and think, why did u want it in the first place...but then u just think...n thinking aint an exercise in pain amelioration....

The worst part in life is there is nothing like a Cntrl Z...Once u have done it...once u have lost it...u have lost it...u cant go back in time and undo/do some of the things u would have liked to..U really dont have the option of finding out what all things would matter to you and then start working towards it from right now...its so damn sporadic man...n then add to that the stupid things we do...n we know why there is so often the feeling of "damn...i am fucked"...

If life wasnt a bitch enough, add to that things like facades, diplomacy..etc etc that screws up our life all the more. There are so many things we want to do...so many things we want to say but then we cant do it...cause its not correct....cause its not the right thing to do..cause its not done....God!!!

Missing is a part of life...once in a typical consulting types discussion, I had generally remarked that happiness is nothing but a point of equilibrium between expectations and reality...Today, when i look back at it...i realise that despite the fact that I had said it very casually, it is so true...I mean how peaceful life would be, if we didnt want any thing...no love....no expectations....no hope nothing....I mean it would be so chillled...but then it aint so....U want some people...and then as always happens with life...these are not jsut any people...these are some specific people...some names...some special ones u want n they are jsut not replacable...they come...they touch us...n they go...n u sit there...gaze out towards nothingness and wish..how things would be different ...

Hey....what all shit i have written on a saturday afternoon....Bizzare!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114751986209547704?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114751986209547704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114751986209547704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114751986209547704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114751986209547704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life or something like it....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114534355613232894</id><published>2006-04-17T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:59:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the Desert Land..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th April, 2005 8:00 PM (Saudi Time): Sitting in the Departure Lounge &lt;/strong&gt;

Right now I m sitting in the Jeddah Duty Free, waiting for the departure of the flight which will take me to India…and more than that, take me away from Saudi. Let me tell u, till the time the exit stamp was put on my passport, I was literally shitting in my pants…no particular reason but there is some unknown fear at the back of your mind which engulfs you while you are in this country. There is no one reason which can be called the determining factor, but there is something, which makes u very very scared and post my last incident here, trust me, standing in the queue for the immigration exit wasn’t the most comfortable of feelings.
Just before seating myself in a corner seat, I was seating somewhere in the middle of the café in the departure lounge and what a sight it was…four hot females…(hot females…or even females…my eyes are starved!!.)….think Lebanese….tanned skin…and their looks …ah!!! As Bryan Adams would have put it …“ with those undress me eyes” in their body hugging tops and wraps, cigarettes on their lips. U smell nicotine but u also smell something else …maybe freedom…ah..not yet…still an hour to board the flight…maybe anticipation of freedom..maybe anticipation of seeing ur family soon…of meeting your friends.. of having beer going down your throat …the anticipation of that burb…there’s so much to anticipate…
But that has to wait….wait for another hour or so…wait for the departure call…wait for me to get in the flight…wait for it to take off…wait to cross the Saudi airspace and finally wait for the flight to land at Delhi and me walk out of the airport, rove my eyes to see Jiju….wave at him and if sis aint there, light a cigarette…
Just a night more dude….its coming …TOUCHWOOD…there is no goof up yet again…Till that time let me turn my eyes to see those babies again..
Damn!!! they are gone..


&lt;strong&gt;14th April, 2005 02:05 AM (Indian Time): In the Flight
&lt;/strong&gt;
So here I am on Flight No AI 890 to Delhi, still in saudi space but on my way home…on my way to India..on my way to my own country…on my way to friends…to family…to the joi-de-vivre and not just survival….BTW thanks to Air India for upgrading me to Business Class..making it comfortable enough for me to sit and write..
The steward just told me that it’s a cool 45 minutes before we cross the Saudi airspace..hence me thought, lets write something....The last two months that I have stayed in Jeddah have made me think on a lot of issues..Life here was tough…despite the material comforts being much better…True, cars touched 100 kmph regularly, true, the level of food hygiene was very high, true the law and order situation was much better than India, true the traffic jams were much fewer….everything true but even then the heart yearned to go back home…cause the biggest of them all FREEDOM wasn’t there…There was always this feeling at the back of your mind that you are an alien here, this is not your place, you do not belong here, anything might happen…if not anything else, the very fact that you needed to carry your passport every time indicated that you are just a number, you don’t have any identity without it…it all boils down to belonging and freedom and think about it, how casually we take freedom back home.
Anyway, life in Saudi was more than just missing freedom; it was also missing the small things in life. To start off with, was the complete lack of friends and family. True, my colleagues were good (sorry Rajit, for fighting so much with you), but fact remains that I never had the luxury of calling anyone from my vast group of friends…Amit, Pattu, Saurabh, Kanods, Pasha, GJ, Jo, Punda, Pats, Aditya, etc etc and saying, “Oye kya kar raha hai…chal milte hain” I missed it like hell, more than missing going out, I bloody missed the option of going out…where do u go here..Malls, Malls n more Malls….n there also you keep your senses bloody awake, least u misbehave or do something which is not what is expected of u in this country…
Then there were weekends…probably the most moron weekends I have had, have been in the last 2 months…Shit man…weekend doesn’t mean spending hours in front of the TV watching Mr. Himesh Reshamiya or some semi-nude female gyrating to some obscene remix…
Another thing I really missed was obviously my weekend beer…As Nanga Baba told me in the car one day…Its not the drink, it not having the option of having a drink which hurts more…How true…
I can go on and on…how things were…how we have just survived but then it’s all an experience…if not anything else, I can tell anyone…
Look, I have spend two months in Saudi Arabia…. I can manage anywhere!!!!
Hey, the steward is asking for drinks..and guess what I am having…Single Malt..just the perfect drink to raise a toast to Life..!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114534355613232894?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114534355613232894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114534355613232894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114534355613232894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114534355613232894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/04/leaving-desert-land.html' title='Leaving the Desert Land..'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114482317533218681</id><published>2006-04-11T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:18:25.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mere ghar ke neeche kuan kyon nahin hai???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I aint a car fanatic and if i pit myself against two of my collegues with me here in Jeddah, Pranav and Rajit, I am not even peanuts...but then around two months with them have made me knowledgeble enough to atleast not confuse between a sedan and a SUV and also know some names u shld salivate looking at. But what do u do when u see a dozen such sleek machines in a span of 15 minutes on the road at a time when u r discussing wether u shld buy an Alto or continue travelling in auto for some more time??
Last nite, we were sitting in Starbucks...so far so good...we get down the cabbie and guess whats the car standing next..A yellow Ford Mustang...thik hai dikh gaya..big deal...everyday u see some or the other swanky car here...
The real drama started when we just entered the cafe...n look, which car is coming...Audi TT, followed by Porsche, then BMW 7 series, then a Lexus SUV (yeh to aise hi gajar muli jaise dikhti hai but still), Merc SL500, Merc CLK, Porsche again, Nissan convertible, BMW convertible, another Porsche, then Cadillac, Nissan Infinity and as a perfect climax, the last car in the virtual eye feast was a Hummer...there must have been around 12-13 of all these cars combined...bloody dont even remember the names now...and all this in a span of 15 mins...on the road...God!!!!
And imagine our situation...4 guys..all IIM grads... sitting in a cafe and salivating...too much..all thinking...(if i put it in blunt hindi)..."kya ukhar liya itna padh ke..itna fite mar ke"....On an optimist note, if the Indian Govt decides to literally zero the duties we just might afford one of the lower priced car among these maybe a Mustang in 15-20 years time but sadly enough on a more realistic note we now that this wont happen....
and then the realization struck us and made us look upward to God and ask...
Humare ghar ke neeche (oil ka) kuan kyon nahin hai...?????
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114482317533218681?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114482317533218681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114482317533218681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114482317533218681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114482317533218681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/04/mere-ghar-ke-neeche-kuan-kyon-nahin.html' title='Mere ghar ke neeche kuan kyon nahin hai???'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114373024122705382</id><published>2006-03-30T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T06:50:41.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Hill-Top and moving on….</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you are saddled with a deep sense of nothingness in this Desert country and log on to yahoo to see many juniors all with flag messages talking of happiness and anticipation of the convocation and to top it up you talk to Uddu…there is only one way ur mind can go…back to the Campus..back to Hill top where I have spend two of the most memorable years of my life…Its almost a year hence…we have made the transition from participants to alumni but even to this day you feel so close to it..to the hill..to the buildings..to the incidents…to the people …to the whole damn thing..its so special…even today

After passing out of Indore, I have visited the campus just once…and it was such a great feeling..that same mess…paratha..omlette…binge drinking..plastic glasses..hangover…..evening stroll…mashaal…midway…familiar smiling faces…the dogs in front of the mess..everything remains the same. I wasn’t accompanied by any of my friends or batch-mates since I had gone for recruitment but not for a moment did I feel myself alone or without company.

That place has given me memories…be it the recurring Zehale-masti + whiskey in front of Babbar’s room in first term or non stop cards at my room in the 2nd year…or Kanod’s/Tarun’s yahoo messages everyday at 8.30 pm “yaar khana sad hai..bahar chale” or all those “machau” things or the inadvertent surrender to slumber in Prof Pani’s classes…the list is really long…all these otherwise petty things come back so strongly to you…and not to forget un-imitable characters- MP Singh, Singla, Pammi Paaji, Mama, Jat, u simply cannot forget them…I mean how many times would u come across people like these…

Next month, Singla is getting married…n to tell u, I am really looking forward to being a part of it...not so much for the marriage thing but the fact that junta will be there and it will be unbridled fun…it happened in Shalabh’s wedding…and its going to be the same here again…

Steadily as expected most of us are getting into our own personal lives and moving on …things like mails announcing marriage are replacing senseless bakar mails but then that’s the way things are destined to be. All of us will move on in life, think more about jobs, replace some of our pubbing with friends with pubbing with colleagues and new friends..meet fewer times..skip some get together, alumni meets..all these are destined to happen..but then that aint a manifestation of loosening of bond..the feeling of oneness and nostalgia towards the campus and everything attached to it will remain..I bet 10-15 years down the line..when we as usual would be flipping channels and stumble across anything showing a convocation or even more generic a college fun scene..there will be one place our mind will fleet to and that’s the hilltop!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114373024122705382?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114373024122705382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114373024122705382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114373024122705382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114373024122705382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/03/remembering-hill-top-and-moving-on.html' title='Remembering the Hill-Top and moving on….'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114348817501900971</id><published>2006-03-27T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:36:15.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the music is over……</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am quite a music buff; no not the kind who is a devout fan of one or more of the bands and knows even details like when all he sneezed and when was the last time, he or she wore diapers. I am more of the kind who though has preferences, enjoys anything melodious which comes along, irrespective of the genre or the language. However, of late, whenever I have switched on the television and stopped my channel surfing at one or other of the music channels, here’s what I get to see.
Talk of Pareto principle manifesting itself…

&lt;strong&gt;The Tormentor
&lt;/strong&gt;
A constipated look, dry painful eyes, a desperate attempt to genuinely look and sound tormented, surrounded by hot chicks strutting their stuff…very often accompanied by Imran Hashmi..Yes boys…I am talking of the one and only Himesh Reshamiya..
If he were a FMCG commodity, the marketer would have loved his distribution reach and penetration across channels. Gosh!!! Turn on any music or movie channel and inadvertently after a song or two, Bingo!! Here comes Mr. Reshamiya..tera suroor..mere huzoor…n god knows what not…he is just there..everywhere..everytime
Worst part is that its not the supply side alone that’s tormenting..even from the demand side of it, its equally bad…My waking up time here in Jeddah coincides with the request show Video on Call on B4U (and since that’s the only Indian Channel that comes here, I have to watch it), and you find so many apparently discerning consumers of Indian music requesting stuff like..Shamita can u pls play me this song..that song. And there he is..again and again….No wonder so many times, I prefer to have only my ears being pleased by my limited music collection in the laptop rather than my ears, eyes and mind tormented keeping the TV switched on..

&lt;strong&gt;Yo&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Ingredients&lt;/em&gt;: A rapper, a Punjabi (preferably from UK), a DJ (preferably with his hair beaded), neon lights, some words thrown in and men/women doing YO after every half a minute…
&lt;em&gt;Result&lt;/em&gt;: A Pop song…
Trust me guys, it aint an exaggeration. Think of it. Most of the pop stuff u watch on TV aint too different from what is written here…nothing wrong in it…but then how much is the basic problem..If u don’t see the tormentor, u will these bunch. And talk of their band names…God!! I fail to understand if it’s a result of their genuine desire to sound cross cultural or is it a result of a fight between their group members and as a result their inability to agree to a name and hence taking bits n pieces from every faction and just putting it together. BTW even their music aint too different…

&lt;strong&gt;Screw it bad
&lt;/strong&gt;
This is the last and probably the worst of the lot…take a lewd looking girl, undress her as much as u can…throw a bit of more of her likes as side dancers with slightly more clothes...take a topless man…take a good old song, throw in some jarring music..hire a pub for the location and make a remix..Purfect…ah..did I tell good old song..actually let me correct myself a bit..of late, even the new numbers have versions…First of all u have a song…then u will have a remix..then u will have a different band from a different country doing a new remix of that…and some more....so as a result in a span of a month..you would have bore with around 3-4 versions of the song..talk of speed creativity...
The worst thing about this category, apart from the overdose of absolutely unaesthetic skin show is the fact that they actually screw up some numbers…Beat this!!! I have even heard a Trance version of Mozart…

At this point, I don’t know why but I am reminded of the famous Morrison song…When the music is over……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114348817501900971?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114348817501900971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114348817501900971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114348817501900971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114348817501900971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-music-is-over.html' title='When the music is over……'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114319491593099929</id><published>2006-03-24T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T02:08:35.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5......5.......5.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are words that remind you of things..people, places, incidents…No rocket science in mapping or stuff like that, but its just that cause of one reason or the other, certain words come with very strong association, like the one we have seen over here…Words we couldn’t even think, back home would mean something, inadvertently result in changing our countenance when uttered in this desert land…

&lt;strong&gt;5…. 5… 5…&lt;/strong&gt;
Sitting in a secluded room (even with 2 A/c’s) with asbestos sheet roofing and a workshop below is very painful. On that imagine suddenly, in the middle of work, the speaker phone blasts…5….5….5….Line no…XYZ…..5…5….5…..and we were like what the hell is that….never mind, could be anything…However, our curiosity grew when it started recurring very often…the same words…5…5….5…We couldn’t help it once and asked the admin guy here….n imagine what it came out to be….the guy actually shouts…Fire…..Fire….Fire….God damn it…how come there is a fire every now and then…and the best part was some days back, when he actually screamed..Fire…..Fire….Fire….I DON’T KNOW WHERE IS FIRE….

&lt;strong&gt;Khallas…
&lt;/strong&gt;Every thing in this desert land goes khallas…to people..to money…to characters…to incidents…to opportunites…to fear….just like the way back home, where everything can be prefixed by the word Sexy…here the same applies to Khallas…any context….any adjective…everything goes Khallas…
Right from the steward saying…the chicken is khallas (which could mean either the bird flu…or the use of genetically modified chicken by KFC or the fact that chicken is sold out….) or the CEO saying…the project is khallas..(which could mean anything depending on his mood) or the driver saying…the sun is khallas…(which could mean that either evening has descended or that summers have ended)….so that’s Khallas for you ….meaning anything and everything……

&lt;strong&gt;Head Bath..&lt;/strong&gt;
I won’t delve deep into it but for me its quite a learning enhancement to know that Head bath actually refers to rinsing your hair..!!!!

&lt;strong&gt;Yo Babies…
&lt;/strong&gt;This is not from Saudi Land…rather this has emerged as a reason of my being friends with 2 singhs…Pranav Singh and Kulbir Singh…the first Singh has to use Yo in every thing just like the second Singh has to use Babies..and here I am…starting to use Yo Babies..as an answer in affirmation to any question being asked and regarding some of my colleagues, being consultants by profession, they cant help but adopt best practices…the result….Its Yo Babies for lunch being over, to will you come for a stroll…to did you get the data…
Thank God..I just managed to refrain myself from uttering Yo Babies when the client asked me …is the project going good???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114319491593099929?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114319491593099929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114319491593099929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114319491593099929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114319491593099929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/03/555.html' title='5......5.......5.....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114312332364341646</id><published>2006-03-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:15:23.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockbuster dialogues in Saudi Land...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This place, Saudi Arabia, houses a lot of communities and one common thing that binds them together, is their ability to deliver blockbuster dialogues at the drop of a hat...u have the lebanese/egyptians etc orating the simplest of lines in the most elegant of manners, the south asians (indians/pakistanis) just not letting their MC, BC go away and the Fillipinos with their cocky sense of homour...its really interesting...Here without going into the names, I will just try to make an attempt to replicate them....obviously i cant bring the expressions and the juices but then my friend, use ur imagination.....
&lt;em&gt;(the context is given in italics)&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Egyptian/Lebanese...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;(when asked how organized or disciplined wholesalers are in this part of the world&lt;/em&gt;)
"My boy....i have to count my fingers everytime after shaking hands with them"....

&lt;em&gt;(when asked about the ethical level of workers here)&lt;/em&gt;
"Ask them the price of their mother"

&lt;em&gt;(when asked how much subordinates fear the bosses)&lt;/em&gt;
" Whenever they make a mistake, u know whats the first thing they do....oil their groins...n when they come, they exhibit it to me...cause they know i will slap it hard..very hard...n if i have problems finding it, i will slap it even more"

Hows that!!!

&lt;strong&gt;Indians/Pakistanis&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;In this section, i will just narrate one dialogue which was delivered by a very senior person, explaining why so many companies are having declining profitability and hence the need of consultants...please read it in proper Jat style&lt;/em&gt;

" Yaar dekho, hum log yahan aaye the sale suit pahan ke...par hum hai bade hi dildar...ek ek kar ke humne apne sare kapde logon ko de diye aur &lt;a href="mailto:b@#^@%"&gt;b@#^@%&lt;/a&gt;^@ nange hote chale gaye..pahle coat gaya...phir shirt gayi ..phir pant...ab dekho ji..sirf yeh chadhi bach gayi hai...ab humne socha isse pehle ki humari maa c%#@ jaye aur hum total nange ho jaye...bahar waloon ko bula lo...to yeh aapka kaam hai...humari is fati hui chadhi pe..thoda kapda dal ki jayen..nahin to L%$# lag jayenage humare aur hum beech chaurahe pe total nage ho jayenge...."

Talk of carrying soil in ur boots!!!!

&lt;strong&gt;Fillipinos&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;They dont give blockbuster dialogues like the previous two but they got this uncanny ability to talk of real bizzare things in a very very serious manner..here i wont get into the details but just let u know one of their topics of frequent discussions which will give u enuf idea about their cocky nature...&lt;/em&gt;

""Which is better....11 children with one wife....or 1 child with 11 wifes""

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114312332364341646?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114312332364341646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114312332364341646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114312332364341646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114312332364341646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/03/blockbuster-dialogues-in-saudi-land.html' title='Blockbuster dialogues in Saudi Land...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114294630204227572</id><published>2006-03-21T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:05:02.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure shot ways to make your employees run away..</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Bad Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: Give a person a nasty boss and trust me, he wont stay for long. I have heard of so many friends of mine, opting for jobs with pay cuts, worse profiles, worse places but the hope of a good boss. I mean, the worst thing one can happen to a person after he slogs himself out is to be confronted by a boss who will first make him feel like a piece of shit, take away all credit or blame him for everything going wrong on Planet Earth and add to that bosses who still have attitudes like Mr. Ford, who view people as nothing more than resources...u know whats going to happen...
Ya, one thing here..the bosses i am referring to here, could be ur immediate boss, his boss...anyone in the chain or worse still..the man in the corner office...and if he is bad...God save the place...

2. &lt;strong&gt;Bench&lt;/strong&gt;: This is rather simple..hire a person...give him salary...give him designation...but dont give him work...or even better give him something which is called work but is in essence nothing less than what is known as IM (Intellectual Masturbation). What is really amazing is there are enuf organizations which think that putting people on bench is a way of making the employees happy as they feel that people like money but not working...&lt;em&gt;if only better sense prevailed over them.&lt;/em&gt;..

3.&lt;strong&gt; Piss him off&lt;/strong&gt;: Unlike in the previous 2 rather defined ways, there is no exhaustive definitions of pissing off people. But among the best ones that i have seen are: mistrust, lack of respect, or simple bugging. Bugging is something very interesting...there are just so many small ways which an organization can do to bug people, most common being what is called in local lingo as "&lt;em&gt;chindipanti". &lt;/em&gt;Mock him, question his every rupee spent, ask him before lunch how come he affords a pizza hut every day, make spying people as one of the peons and office boys' responsibility...simple...straightforward tools but very very effective...

4&lt;strong&gt;. Job Profile/Salary&lt;/strong&gt;:  Now this is interesting. When we are in campus, these are the two most important things we gun for. While these still remain extremely important, i personally feel they are filters people use when selecting a job, not so much when leaving a company. Sure, if the job profile or the salary is bad, people will quit..I mean, you can neither be casual about your career nor be content taking peanuts but since a lot of fundas regarding job profile n all become clear once you are in the market and also since companies in similar strata by and large keep the salaries aligned money aint really too much of a factor, unless lets say the difference is huge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114294630204227572?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114294630204227572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114294630204227572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114294630204227572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114294630204227572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/03/sure-shot-ways-to-make-your-employees.html' title='Sure shot ways to make your employees run away..'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-114260983821110138</id><published>2006-03-17T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:37:18.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Drama....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That was one of those very few nights when i didnt mind being hit by a bout of insomnia. Lying in the bed...tossing here and there, i am sure even my countenance bore a big grin knowing that i'l be flying back to India the following afternoon and needless to say, absolutely unaware of the drama which was waiting to be unfolded at the airport..

I arrived at the Jeddah airport, completed all my formalities and was waiting at the immigration counter for the final exit stamp on my visa when lightening struck...the immigration guy took my passport..keyed in something in the comp and blip blip the lights turned red...he looked at me...rather scanned me with a look which i must say wasnt the most comforting, n then came the words....there is some problem..go to the police counter....pointing towards a series of glass chambers. I was like...damn..what could be the matter. Neways, i mustered enuf courage to walk in the pointed direction, remembering all gods and goddesses that to my knowledge and as per stories recited to us in childhood rescued harmless and good people when in pain/danger...

The scene in the police cell was no comforting either and the presence of a group of abaya clad women standing there surrounded by police apparently interrogating them for some fault only meant that my turmoil was to last longer. So I kept on waiting with increased heart beat and palpitation. At this point, I looked across towards the duty free counter only to find my colleague being warded off by the police..God what will happen to me!!!!

Then came my turn..i walked inside..somehow managed to bring a smile on my face and handed over all my documents to the police. He looked at me, checked the documents, gave me a very dirty look and screamed. ..VISA EXPIRED….U HAVE OVERSTAYED

I was like…HOLY SHIT.…I was about to utter the F word but sanity prevailed and ensured that I didn’t commit one more crime in this foreign soil…I looked at him with a blank face..something akin to the face of a hindi movie actor on knowing that his sister has been killed by the villain. The next few minutes passed in a dizzy..i was visualizing how the detention centre would be..how the lashes would be…how would I recuperate from the wounds…what food would be there in the police cell…what other torture ways would they apply…etc etc…. He called up a few senior police on phone, asked me something in arabic which I couldn’t make a word off and then said…200 Riyals..Give me the money….

Trust me, never have I felt better on being demanded money…something in me told that since he is asking for the money, jail wasn’t on the scene..I opened my wallet to give him the amount but was asked to purchase revenue stamps n give..God what was this! How on earth was I supposed to get revenue stamp here…Nevertheless, my belief that good people exist in all parts of the world came true when an African came forward to escort me to the bank to collect them. Being present in an airport without a passport and boarding pass wasn’t too comforting but the fact that I still had the ticket with me was some solace. But it wasn’t over yet.

On my way, I was confronted by the airlines people who then seized my tickets as well..and I was given an ultimatum.finish the formalities on 15 minutes or your luggage gets deplaned…Now this was agony..this was totally jale pe namak..but there was little I could do about it…the fact that the Air India guy actually spoke in Hindi didn’t help at all..much to my discomfort.

Anyways, courtesy the African, the bank notes thing got done and we actually managed to come back in the counter to collect the ticket and finish the formalities, which took another half an hour or so..it was painful, really painful but nothing compared to first part..Thank God!!! I aint going to the jail…In the end I actually gathered the courage to ask the officer that how come there is a problem since in English its written validity 1 month and its been only 3 weeks..to which he pointed at my something in Arabic which apparently meant to stay for only 2 weeks. Obviously I didn’t have the balls to ask him what’s the reason for this anomaly.

By the end of the one hour drama I was like totally drained and virtually gone blank. Spending an hour with police that also in a country like Saudi for a crime as serious as overstay aint a matter of joke. However, all’s well that ends well. And did I tell you that when I had the first sip of beer in flight after a month of hiatus and also after this incident, it was like elixir.

The air hostess brought the tray table near me and asked, “Sir what about you?” and trust me, I was about to say, “Yaar kuch bhi pila do..bas tum pila do” but the turn of events in the last 3-4 hours made me measure each word before speaking. So I asked for beer and I actually kept it infront of my eyes and stared at it for sometime…a look typical of hindi movies when the hero meets his beloved after a long time…runs towards her but stops just short..stares at her with stars in his eyes before embracing her…it was exactly the same… I had just the same stars in my eyes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-114260983821110138?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/114260983821110138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=114260983821110138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114260983821110138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/114260983821110138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/03/airport-drama.html' title='Airport Drama....'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-113974255613025292</id><published>2006-02-12T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:59:03.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reins of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fault dear Brutus is not in our Stars but in ourselves....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something like this was coined by Shakespeare in his Julius Ceaser. Was it ignorance, stupidity or a sheer inflated opinion of a person's ability to control himself and the events around him that made him say so??. I definitely dont mean to say a man should leave everything to lady luck and attribute/blame everything to her but assuming the opposite to be correct is equally wrong.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The turn of events of late have made me sit back and think..why is my life writhing in shit and what can i do to ameliorate the situation. The answers did come back to me but none of them comforting...There is no conceivable logical reason why i m going thru what i am and also there is little i can do but wait and watch. So Mr. Shakespeare whats ur take on this???&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I guess, there are phases in everyone's life when instances or rather a series of instances happen; that make him believe in something supreme, something more cosmic and divine that controls atleast a significant part of our lives. Desperate as it may appear, there is a little we can do in that, except maybe wait and watch and hope that things turn for the better. At this juncture i consider it important to consider the other side of the spectrum as well. Why dont we ever get so melancholy or thoughtful when something good happens or when the going is unexpectedly good. So selfish...aint we?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But ya, the way things have been of late, i seriously feel that people are nothing more than one of the members of a harem of a Sheikh who when he feels treats her royally and when he feels does ..well... what he feel likes, irrespective of how painful/replusive it might be for her. She feels the joy, she feels the pain..but there is little of it that can be attributed to her action and even worse there is little that she can do about it.
However, there is solace when i look at two basic facts of life......&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. there are no foreign events...there are only foreign players: hence what i am going thru, many have gone thru as well. and since they have come out of it and where mortals like i am, i dont see a reason, why i cant come off it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. every night, good or bad, has a morning waiting for it...hence there will be light...the lenght of darkness may vary but light is inevitable...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So dear soul, relax...soon the law of averages will catch up and the trough will be over....till then, well, wait and watch and dont bother about what Mr. Shakespeare said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-113974255613025292?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/113974255613025292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=113974255613025292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974255613025292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974255613025292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/02/reins-of-life.html' title='The Reins of Life'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-113974204107598649</id><published>2006-02-12T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T08:59:44.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai....Spanning the spectrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let me start with a caveat...I have no particular interest in Mumbai. Its just that i was studying it as part of one project and now it seems to be one of the most diverse and heterogenous thing on Planet Earth. I was simply amazed. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Take for example...South Mumbai or Town as people would like to call it as. Out of the 3.3 million odd people residing here, barely 0.25 have decent housing facilities and mind you, the parameters of decent housing do not include things like Antique furniture, a jacuzzi or stuff like that. Decent housing just means-anything which is not slums and neither dilapidated. Imagine just 0.25 million which is just approx 55000 housholds. Damn it, u say..but hold on...i aint finished yet...
Mumbai is strange.....take a look around...a more probing, inquisitive look and beyond a beautiful facade or two you will find stretches and stretches of slums. What...did you say you dont spot them....could be possible...oh yes! i forgot to tell you that there are also thousands of buildings which are in dilapidated states (housing close to 2 Mn people), build ages ago, whose owners have given up the right to ownership and possession and a significant portion of them are actually hazardous...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aint we talking of the same Mumbai, where riches abound...where irrespective of how high we go, there are always dozens and dozens of rungs above us with innumerable people thereon....Just imagine...Next...one thing to ask for is whats in store for the City in future. My personal opinion is that though the potential to grow is immense, the pace of development will be at snail speed; why??? let me explain..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lets begin with the basic question...Why is the city in the state, in which it is?There are 2 very basic reasons:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. The inability of the city to expand either westwards or southwards and also pretty limited growth eastwards.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Mill and Slum lands&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since the first part is something about which practically little can be done, lets focus on the second one..Looking deeper at the second issue, I now enumerate the basic stakeholders in the mills and slum lands and understand why they aint really gung-ho abt the whole thing.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Residents of those mills/slums: They wont give in easily to moving out....Its very simple...moving out is certain...but as far as moving back in is concerned, when and where and whether you will relocated at all is always something in future and hence intrinsically uncertain.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Government: Given that the % of ppl in these places is very large, do you think that any government (esp when they are so populist of late), will ever tinker with them, let alone force them to move out and ensure at the same time proper rehabilitation package.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Builders: The obscene property prices in Mumbai is nothing but a demand supply mismatch. Why on earth will any builder ever bridge the gap significantly and that at a fast pace. Gradually yes...at long as it does make the prices south bound...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, thats my take on the whole issue. I am sure there are man people who will differ with me, but as they say, its just my opinion. Take it or leave it...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Views expressed are personal in nature&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-113974204107598649?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/113974204107598649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=113974204107598649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974204107598649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974204107598649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/02/mumbaispanning-spectrum.html' title='Mumbai....Spanning the spectrum'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-113974174401368443</id><published>2006-02-12T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:00:20.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Insanity and Geniuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lemme start with a very basic question: what unites Jim Morrison, Richard Branson, Socrates and Syd Barrett....they r all grt people yeah...but more than that they are all damn ecentric ones...eccentric to the level that if we try to emulate them, we might over and above been labeled nerds/weirdos might be shun off our social circles...

So, didnt they face this porblem...this fear of falling on the other side of the thin boundary between insanity and geniuses....i guess they didnt...they were just what they were without fearing the repercussions of failing or thinking too much about what others have to say/think abt them...n thats what makes them great...the believe in themselves...n the absence of a stupid risk reward matrix in their lives..

We, people like you and me...maybe good but we are too constrained in our minds and actions by what society thinks of us..what society wants us to do and worse, what as per society are the parameters of success and accepted behaviour....n mind you society also includes people whom we love, who are close to us and whom we value...n i personally think this kills some latent competency/greatness in us. I personally believe that every person in this earth can do one thing better than anyone else...the trick only lies in unearthing that one thing...but then what if that one thing is not in the ambit of acceptibility...forget it and join the herd....

i have seen many kids being brilliant in one thing or the other...be it sports, theatres, music, etc etc...but many parents, put this activities in the realms of extra-curriculars and hence being thought of as intrinsically instrumental in digressing a child's thought from what he is supposed to do...STUDY....crazy man..how come every child on earth is supposed to excel in one single thing...study

this brings me to my first point...insanity...there have been men...lots of them who have shunned this societal boundaries and have done great..true many have failed as well...but as a ratio, the fraction of thought insane but later genius in the universe of insane people is much more than the fraction of all geniueses in the large universe comprising all we apparently normal people..

So... u r disheartened....well, I am for sure!!!!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-113974174401368443?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/113974174401368443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=113974174401368443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974174401368443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974174401368443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/02/of-insanity-and-geniuses.html' title='Of Insanity and Geniuses'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-113974070733717132</id><published>2006-02-12T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:01:03.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Man..cool music!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its not as if I am an expert in music or human behaviour....as a matter of fact i dont think i am an expert at any thing but being a consultant by profession, i can take the liberty to voice my opinion
I have organized a couple of parties, wether it be a full fledged party like the one i did in Iris-2004 or a more apparently suede focussed event like the Rock Nite at IIM Indore or the more recurring and less demanding parties at my room in the hostel and now at my apartment...and the behaviour of ppl is really hilarious and interesting...to say the least..
I have seen so many ppl who speak something like this..
&lt;em&gt;Hey Dude, did u check out the way Morrison fell on the floor while performing Break on to the other side.....Damn!! it was so neat&lt;/em&gt;.....or stuff like...
&lt;em&gt;Yuck!!! How can u listen to Kajra re...its so lewd....&lt;/em&gt;
And u can check out.....Break on to the other side would be the only number from Doors they wld have listened and when they are alone, they are the first one to ogle at Aishwarya doing what she does to send mankind's libido soaring!!!!
And its even stranger when ppl are with strangers, collegues, women or bosses...Courtesy their half backed knowledge or their pretence of expertise which steams from 10 mins of googling or one session with someone really knowledgeable, they will blurt out lines after lines..especially on issues like...lyrics of a particular song...how someone died or lived...the background in which a particular song was composed or even better..some different version of the song which they would have heard and assume they are the only one....God!!!! things ppl do to impress others.I know a particular guy who once told me..
&lt;em&gt;Yaar its simple...if the other guy is knowledgable and if i dont sound like this, he will think...This guy got no taste...and if the guy is actually tasteless and if i speak a line or two about Music..he'll think...Wow, what a taste.........&lt;/em&gt;Talk of Justification...
I really love Toto's in Bandra and sitting there, its so amazing there to see people start jumping (trust me...a look at them and u r convinced that we indeed are descendents of apes) the moment a new song starts and blurting typical lines like...&lt;em&gt;Wow!!! i luv this song....Nice DJ ...&lt;/em&gt; and quoting one of the few remotely resembling songs they would have ever heard only to find out the song is indeed a different one...and then comes the defence...&lt;em&gt;Damn!! How could i not recognise this....Shit...this is blashphemy...This alcohol na, its bad&lt;/em&gt;...
Its really hillarious.....
Anyway...i m going now to listen to one of my&lt;/span&gt; fav...Bappi Lahiri!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-113974070733717132?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/113974070733717132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=113974070733717132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974070733717132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113974070733717132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/02/yo-mancool-music.html' title='Yo Man..cool music!!!!'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-113966708147830130</id><published>2006-02-11T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:03:13.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable moments...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just felt like pinning down some of the most memorable moments in my life. I will come straight to the point without too much hue and cry. Here i am just including some moments...
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moments that have made me feel damn good
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;They are not listed in any particular order... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amit, Atul &amp;amp; Bhartiya in Lilavati Hospital...(no..he was not admitted..it was me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gopi (Seagram VP HR) doing what he did to get my refund. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ankur's Dad throwing a party for me on clearing my CA exams and there when quizzed by one of his relatives about it...saying," Nahin bhaisaab...chintu ko to pass hue kafi din ho gaye, yeh to sandeep ki party hai" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amit's Mom reaction on hearing my CA results and when i reach there, Uncle rushing to fetch lots of sweets and restaurant food, "aaj ghar ka khana thode hi na khta hai" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I screaming on Richa on phone and then she telling,"Good that u shouted so much...atleast now, u must be feeling better" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gopi again...when i send him a mail stating that i have put his name as reference for HLL summers, replying.."will speak good words abt u..promise"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moments that have made me belief in myself, professionally
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unfortunately, most..rather all of them are from Seagram...surprising na, that 13 months of your life has done so much good ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Discussion with Raj at Hot Breads, one autumn aftenoon, where he disclosed the news of moving to HO and when i was jittery..being replied,"If i can put all my credibility at risk by sending you to a bloody demanding job, why dont u have the balls to just accept it." (for this profile, they were looking at someone much senior to me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mohit to Guilluame on a teleconference..."Guillaume...if i aint at office and you require any information..just ask for Sandeep"...and there were many seniors sitting there as well..(Guilluame was btw one of the very senior guys at the global finance team.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mohit again..." How the hell did u manage to fix that"...on being able to reconcile a Brand Statement by gazing at it for 2 mins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Param at the South Asia Conference saying something which meant that people like me and one more guy (forgetting his name) shouldnt leave...they are real investments for the company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, thats abt it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22299600-113966708147830130?l=skhemka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/feeds/113966708147830130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22299600&amp;postID=113966708147830130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113966708147830130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22299600/posts/default/113966708147830130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skhemka.blogspot.com/2006/02/unforgettable-moments.html' title='Unforgettable moments...'/><author><name>Sandeep Khemka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10867821141314191232</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22299600.post-113966690471313608</id><published>2006-02-11T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:43:48.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sex and fuck....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you are wondering, why of all damn things on Earth, am I writing on the difference between Sex and Fuck, well the answer is simple....this topic sprung up in one of our typical discussions when we had nothing to do and were quite bored...and it quite interested me...
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&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, thats how it started..now let me attempt to differentiate between the two.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grammatical:
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sex is a verb or a noun depending on the usage:
Verb: Lets have sex
Noun: What's ur sex?
On the other hand, fuck can be a noun, verb, adjective and adverb as well...Check this out..
Noun: This was the fuck of the century --remember Basic InstinctJ
Verb: Fuck it
Adjective: She is fucking good

Adverb: Damn it. What a fucking fuck? (this actually has an adverb along with a verb)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activity Chain Analysis
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Imagine a venn diagram of sex and fuck (both in the strict sense). So, as you will visualise in the above diagram, mathematically, fuck is a subset of sex in the strict sense. Hence if we draw an activity chain for sex, we will realise that fuck denotes only one activity during the broader act of sex.

&lt;strong&gt;Exceptions to above&lt;/strong&gt;

However, even that is not entirely true. In some cases, examples of which you are very much aware of, there is no fuck involved at all. Moreover, if u talk of technical innovations in this area, there is again no fuck involved. While there are technological versions of sex…cyber sex, phone sex……ever heard of cyber fuck..phone fuck??

But over and above this, one of the biggest exceptions happens if we make our analysis gender specific. This venn diagram is applicable only for males…for females, fuck doesn't come into the picture at all. I mean, they don't fuck ..right? Hey..one caveat to this...this is only for the strict dictionary meaning...in metaphorical sense...who can doubt a female's ability to fuck u!!!!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Involvement Levels
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Carrying forward from above, we can also draw a parallel from management styles and say safely that sex is analogous to "participative management" while fuck is about "top down approach or bottom up approach (depends)"

So guys, I'll end here…knowing very well theres much much more to this topic..

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