"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams........."

-------Eleanor Roosevelt

I am India

This film is a journey through emerging India," the fastest growing free market democracy in the world". It celebrates the relentless spirit of the people of India, who through their karma give it a place amongst the leading economic nations of the world. Conceived and produced by Bharatbala Productions (BBP) for India Band Equity Foundation (IBEF).

"There are two times in a man's life when he should not speculate: when he can't afford it, and when he can."

---- Mark Twain, 1897

"The key to making money in stocks is not to get scared out of them"

- Peter Lynch

"To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better?
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his gods "
------Horatius

T. B. Macaulay

An Ode for the Departed....

For all those who loved in vain
For all the ones who have felt the pain
Now that I know how it is to be alone
I still can’t believe that you are gone

It’s been a long long time, but still....
Your memories creep in against my will
As hard as I may try to avoid it, deny it
Your thoughts engulf me slowly, bit by bit

Oh for the lovely nights I long.....
Pale full moon sky and the nightingale song
Soft grass beneath & the overhead winking stars
all that’s left now is my wounds and my scars

The ring of your laugh so sweet and clear
Soft breath on my skin, when you were near
Still remember the way your cheeks flushed,
Like a red early morn sky, when you blushed

I see her in my days, in my nights
I hope its an nightmare, but reality bites
They asked me to forget, to be sane
To bury the memories and start again

Their aloofness hurts, I confess,
They think I am lost, in a mess.
Like a beaconless ship caught in stormy night, I roam
But I take comfort in the citadel of memories, & it’s my home

P.S. Read you should....
then depart you would... :)

"Immortality may be a silly word but perhaps a mathematician has the best chance of whatever it may mean"

G. H .Hardy

"How can it be that mathematics, a product of human thought independent
of experience, is so admirably adapted to the objects of reality?"

Albert Einstein

"It is not worth an intelligent man's time to be in the majority. By definition, there are already enough people to do that"

G. H. Hardy

"Deep in the chaotic regime, slight changes in structure almost always cause vast changes in behavior. Complex controllable behavior seems precluded."

STUART KAUFFMAN

......My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said, I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive

Its my Life................

Jon Bon Jovi

"When you are having a good day, make it great"
Justin Langer

I want to write a book!!

I want to write a book!!

After thinking and discarding about a thousand lines to start my blog this is the finally the one I decided would grace the title. Seems quite OK to me because it’s really been quite some time, since I’ve harbored such ambitions of late. Also some useful writing practice can be gained and the results be assessed before I decide to unleash my thoughts on a much larger scale. It was only imperative that at some time I pass some of the enlightened wisdom gained over 20+ odd precocious years to the general populace, hoi polloi, the lambs, the bulls, the beagles, the beasts……

There are reasons why people hate me. And I believe from the lofty perch of my heightened wisdom, when I look upon them (with a fair amount of disdain!), I’ve found them to be under ill informed or simply their vociferousness can be attributed to their naivety in understanding my revolutionary albeit repulsive views. For most of my uneventful life I’ve never understood half of the things I’ve said. So this should be seen as the first step towards, chronicling my epoch making views (or bumbling blabbering?) I find myself dutibound to inform you that I was always good at alliteration. As early as 6^th standard I managed to offend my English teacher by calling her monstrous Mary to the general consternation of class. It was definitely not my fault as it was she who pressed me to provide an example of the same and in the process aroused me from my deep slumber. Then and there I learnt my first lesson of life “Never be truthful to women, because they definitely are not and they don’t expect you to be” at the expense and great discomfort of a thoroughly executed spanking.

Yes the language has a definite “Reginald-ian” touch to it. But the refined cruelty has been toned down a bit for all those with a weak hearts. I would rather offend them later (when I release my book!) and I want them to be alive a little while longer.

Now that we have immersed ourselves in a engrossing discussion about the literature and writing, it would be a shame if we do not show an idiotic curiosity of how it all originated. It is generally believed that Mesopotamians invented cuneiform (fooling around with clay tablets), the earliest form of writing. It was mostly used for account keeping and stuff, and I can imagine a Meso-pot-whatever child peeing on a clay tablet one fine morning and the whole grocery bill getting wasted. I wonder whether they would have taken all these pains if they knew they would be swatted out by Arabs someday. Our Chinese bros haven’t been far behind. Experts (experts? Bah!) have digged up some carved some turtle shells and have accused them of being intelligent enough to write. A gross insult I must say, considering the fact they still read it all wrong (up to down, than left to right!) and draw weird figures instead of commonly accepted letters. And lest the accusation be true a highly plausible way to punish our Chinese friends in hell would be to allow all those wronged turtles to have a thorough chew on their arses.

How can be Indians in their right sense be behind? The Indus valley folks left behind something wiggly wobbly on their walls, and experts have accused them too. As far as I know (OK, OK Wikipedia!) no smart Alec has come forward with some figment of imagination and proclaiming that he or she has decoded that. We Indians have been good at copying, and even better at not getting caught. Talking about imagination I often rue the fact there are very less women experts in this field, (may be there are no ‘Men’ millionaires in this field) for I ardently believe that they are blessed with imagination and higher tendency to lie. Indeed had they been, the Indus valley scripts could have found the light of the day. If you ask me in all its probability these weird pictures might have been used to induce bowel movements in patients suffering from the agonies of constipation. Well I’ve had my share of skeptics. But then every man ahead of his time was made to suffer!

I guess for starters this would do. Ye may all hold thy heads and be eternally grateful. Anyways I was never interested in adulation. Can’t say the same for money though!

The Rain Song........

The Rain Song........

There's so much to say.....

only so much would come

The old scars inside,

sear up and keep me mum

I cant go on, I cant even start

this pain I just cant bear

I am wounded soldier, lead me away,

.........better still, leave me back here.

Rain, Rain come again............

Cleanse my body and soul again

Wash away my vices, sins and pain

Don’t let my prayer go unanswered again

Was that a rumble i heard?

Is that a roll of thunder or a distant beat?

The droplets strike my face,

the soothing grey blanket slowly unfurls its feet

My mind soars like a golden bird,

from citadels of cobwebs, i make haste, i run

The numbness fades, i remember my home.

A sweet-sweet place under the sapodilla sun

Rain, Rain come again...........

It's been a while, I slip into a dream,

Of a wide open prairie, where herds would run,

Of pale full moon skies along a gentle flowing stream

A place where I grew up, where I had fun

Oh! for the beautiful starry skies, I long

Where the eagles used to take flight, soar

Yea, that’s where I am known, I really belong

Sweet sounds of waves lapping up on golden shores

Rain, Rain come again...........

Would things ever be the same

Its my end, it's been tame

But there is a flame that still burns

I hear an angel call my name.

I rise from my ashes, I remember myself

Sound the trumpet, I am ready for a fight

I follow a voice, a thought, mere shadow of a whisper

Even if I have to run another night

Rain, Rain come again...........

I follow my dream, calling me home

Whistling with winds in canyons, I have herds to run

Sprinting like a stallion, wild & unleashed like a river

Soft grass beneath my feet, shining, warmth like the sun

Soaring high into the blue yonder, my soul, the phoenix

Dancing, slipping sunrays off it’s wide golden feathers

Promising me the comforts lying far beyond

I would live, I am wet, I am drunk, the rain’s here,

……Ah!! The best of all weathers!!

My journey to the stars.......

My journey to the stars.........

I wander alone on a path,

trudged by countless before.

listening to the crunch of pebbles,

lyin on unknown shores.

There's a path out there,

but it appears to wander.

vagaries of road may have a meaning,

no time to stop and ponder.

i have ventured on a perilous journey

i already behold the foothills of new lands.

Seeking light by my flickering will

treading through fickle shifting sands.

My journey to the stars.........

i listen to sounds of despair

lost souls, still searching

the elusive flame of sweet success

wills broken, hearts aching

i hear cries of triumph

sweat glistening on brows, wins in their stride

folks who conquered the summits

fire in eyes, chins tossed up in pride

i hope against hope

ignoring the pounding in chest

born into sea of ignorance

tryin to rise above the crest

My journey to the stars.........

i brave my soul and follow

those who blazed the trails

riding the rough tides of misfortune

seekin winds of change for my sails

i bear the thorns in my path

braving burning summers and winters that freeze

scaling brazen hillocks & mountains

no lush pastures, no trees, no, none of these

i dont know what the day will bring

& at dusk, i would make it or not

he who surveys from lofty skies

he knows, maybe he does not

My journey to the stars.......