<?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-4989507240354957851</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:05:14.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of a Bystander</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is an attempt to catch the multitude of things that go around and can be chronicled as history. As a bystander one observes a certain phenomena and misses hundreds. So along with this blog if you can manage to read a few hundred more daily, you will be able to get a comprehensive view of the world!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-2088469478515012687</id><published>2008-06-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:49:47.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going into Hibernation</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers (I'm sure that there are some out there!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for not being able to post any entry for a while. Things are going a little crazy at my end and will continue this way for quite some time. I'm now being forced to go into hibernation and I feel helpless. But given that "nothing is permanent" you can expect me to be back within your lifetimes (for sure). Till that time, Adios Amigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-2088469478515012687?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2088469478515012687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=2088469478515012687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/2088469478515012687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/2088469478515012687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/going-into-hibernation.html' title='Going into Hibernation'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-5886079746965371057</id><published>2008-05-03T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:48:55.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia, Truly Asia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even a very brief trip to Malaysia (like the 4 day one I just had) will drive home the point that it is truly Asia. Singapore surely is very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the blend of people forming Malaysia's core is very heterogeneous. There are Yellows, Browns, and Malays (not sure where they fall but definitely not in the first two). This itself takes care of the diversity issue. India may be the king of all in terms of diversity of cultures and languages, but its not possible to entirely conjure up the image of Asia by measuring the length and breadth of our beloved nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you really get to witness the Asian hospitality. People are genuinely friendly and they convey it with their smiles. I agree that in a 5-star hotel everyone is trained to show their teeth to the guest, but its not very difficult to make out an artificial smile to a natural one. I personally was able to feel the warmth in at least 90% of the smiles I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it represents the power house Asia is bound to become. It is greatly progressive as you can see a lot of Muslim women in the work force with their customary scarf. The infrastructure is very well done (with Kuala Lumpur airport being one of the finest in the world) even though Malaysia is not known for academic excellence or great scientific brains. It can only be the shear will of the people and their mutual respect for each other that can lead to such advancement in a primarily Islamic country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, one keeps hearing stories about the discrimination that the ethnic Indians and Chinese (and there are a lot of them there) face in Malaysia. This can be the single most important hurdle in the progress of the country. Hatred always make people pay through their noses and this is something the rulers there will have to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given this experience, I've decided to take a 10-day vacation to Malaysia whenever possible. Best idea is to rent a car, keep wandering and savor the delight Malaysia is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-5886079746965371057?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5886079746965371057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=5886079746965371057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/5886079746965371057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/5886079746965371057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/malaysia-truly-asia.html' title='Malaysia, Truly Asia!'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-167250205359689928</id><published>2008-04-25T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:42:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Travel at its finest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well well......finally I'm going to a lovely resort in Kauntan, Malaysia on BUSINESS! When I heard that its going to be &lt;a href="http://kuantan.regency.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/index.jsp"&gt;Hyatt&lt;/a&gt;, I instantly went online and since then I've been dreaming about the place. After I looked at the outdoor shot, I went to my wardrobe to check the condition of my swimsuit. It was in tatters. Without any further adieu, I took tremendous pains to visit a sports shop (strangely a very rare thing in Bangalore actually) and bought a brand new swimsuit. Its time that I treat my "land"sick-ness by soaking myself in the sea for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/SBK9aaRQP4I/AAAAAAAACZc/31WV7PiLNCw/s1600-h/Kuantan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/SBK9aaRQP4I/AAAAAAAACZc/31WV7PiLNCw/s320/Kuantan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193421581737541506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, its not going to be very long. My trip will last for 4 days and I'll be back in Bangalore on May 1. However, that's how business travel should be. Actual fun and height of your importance comes from the fact that people are willing to fly you off long distances for short meetings. You should ideally be spending much less time at work than in air. But to the misery of senior executives, they are given company jets so that they have an alternative (sometimes main) office on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ from people who think highly of long trips to US/Europe and feel happy about it. I see many IT companies using "on-site" assignments to keep people longer on their rolls. I can only term these trips as "slave labour in ghettos" and especially when it comes to US, I get sick to my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to think about some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuantan#Food"&gt;fish crackers, roti canai, satay, and nasi lemak!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-167250205359689928?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/167250205359689928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=167250205359689928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/167250205359689928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/167250205359689928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/business-travel-at-its-finest.html' title='Business Travel at its finest!'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/SBK9aaRQP4I/AAAAAAAACZc/31WV7PiLNCw/s72-c/Kuantan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-8088979686950743287</id><published>2008-04-19T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:47:30.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 days that were!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the second time that I've been through the 10 day grind. It always has the characteristic of being challenging (to the point of being hellish) and great fun at the same time. At the end of it, you come out feeling wonderful and thanking the stars that you actually did it. First time it happened was last year during my business trip to Brussels. I took 10 days off and visited 7 cities in Western Europe (Amsterdam, Paris, Rome, Naples, Venice, Vienna and Berlin; &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/gaurav21"&gt;see pics here&lt;/a&gt;), all by myself . If it sounds fun then it indeed was, but try doing that alone with an Indian salary in pocket and a Lonely Planet in hand. This time it was a life changing trip to Chennai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard a lot about &lt;a href="http://www.dhamma.org/"&gt;Vipassana Meditation&lt;/a&gt; technique in recent past. Like a religion, it has followers in the tycoons and the planktons of this world. I had been looking for someone to teach me meditation for some time (I am stressed out like million others and have no shame in accepting it &amp;amp; trying to find a solution). I experimented with the Art of Living's 3-day paid course in my college days but could never appreciate the quasi-religious aspect it brings in. The fact that Vipassana was completely free of cost for a 10 day long residential course but has managed to thrive globally  sounded very appealing to me. Then seeing its effects on my boss (whom I highly respect and admire) who is always calm in midst of chaos (he at least handles 10 times more than I do) was good enough to commit a significant chunk of my vacations this year and head to nearest full service center (i.e. Chennai).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I boarded the morning train from Bangalore to Chennai, met a close friend for lunch and with reasonable difficulty managed to take an auto to the center. The center, also called "&lt;a href="http://www.setu.dhamma.org/"&gt;Dhamma Setu&lt;/a&gt;" is located around 10 kms from Chennai Airport on the opposite side of civilization (after the course I was wondering if we are civilized at all). In the true tradition of Chennai autowalahs, the guy ripped me off (Rs.300 for some 20 kms) and there was nothing I could do other than question his piety (he showed all signs from tilak to rudraksh) point blank and make him feel a little guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you enter the center, the feeling of tranquility sets in. It is like an oasis in the desert outside. You then head to the dining hall for registration. Outside is a BIG board with the code of discipline you are supposed to follow. Its a long list with numerous rules which you must internalize. Then you fill up a "new" student form and have a brief interview with an "old" student who tries to grill you on how many rules you actually remember. The basic idea is to check if this new ignorant enthusiast has what it takes to complete the whole thing. Of course everyone utters an emphatic Yes and they believe you unless you are a real loser when it comes to human interactions. You are then supposed to deposit all your valuable stuff in the lockers and head to your allotted room. To my surprise, the rooms were really great and clean. Much better than our dormitory in college. Due to Chennai heat, not many people opted to come and so luckily I got a the double room to myself (which I generally prefer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later you are served a light meal (really light) and briefed about what you can expect during the next 10 days. They make a good attempt but as I realized, nothing can prepare you for that. Later you are given a little more gyaan and your vow of silence comes into effect. For th next 9 days, you are not supposed to talk in any language (including sign) to fellow meditators. You can only talk to center staff (all are volunteers actually) or your teacher. This seems tough but I again realized that this become least of your worries (actually bliss) later on during the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now the course. Let me give you an idea of the time table. Only close rival seems to what people go through in a military training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 am                             : Wake up&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - 6:30 am           : Meditate&lt;br /&gt;6:30 - 8:00 am          : Breakfast and Rest&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 11:00 am        : Meditate&lt;br /&gt;11:00 am - 1:00 pm : Lunch and Rest&lt;br /&gt;1:00 - 5:00 pm         : Meditate&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - 6:00 pm            : Snack and Rest&lt;br /&gt;6:00 - 9:00 pm           : Meditate and listen to Discourse&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm                           : Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can realize, you have 12 working hours a day and you are supposed to follow this very seriously. The last proper meal of the day is at 11 am and at 5 pm you only get a banana and little puffed rice. So basically you are hungry to almost hungry throughout the day. It is difficult for initial couple of days. Later you loose the craving and become very comfortable with this actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cleansing Process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that the entire thing is a cleansing process where you are trying to clear up all the physical and mental (specially) garbage you have been collecting since time immemorial. The first three days are specially painful. Before they can teach you the main technique of Vipassana, they introduce you to the technique of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aana-Pana&lt;/span&gt; meditation. You are supposed to observe your natural breath with all your concentration. And this is the time when reality strikes! At my office entrance there is a quote from Geeta which goes something like this - "Mind is obstinate and turbulent. To control it is more difficult than controlling the wind". It just appeared so true. With hours of practice, it was still almost impossible to keep the focus for a minute's time. The idea here is to completely unsettle the mind and make it do what it doesn't want to - Focus. You can feel the mind playing games with you. It throws all your past deep hidden memories in quick succession and ventures unchecked into the future. And given that you are also fighting hunger and body pain at the same time, the whole thing doesn't seem very pleasant. This is also the time when most people leave the course mid way. The reactions of mind and body are too overwhelming for the weak at heart. But the idea is to keep breathing..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the three day hurdle is over your mind is much calmer as its mutiny has been suppressed.  No communication is also a key factor in achieving this tranquility. It's a feeling that I had never  in life before. But later you realize that its only one of the "firsts" that you witnessed. By now you are ready to learn the technique the Vipassana.  From respiration, you turn your attention to the entire body. The idea here is to try to feel the different sensations you are experiencing (there are sensations in every part of your body all the time whether you are aware of it or not). You start with experiencing the very gross sensations initially and that itself is a revelation. Your mind progressively gets trained and sharper to pick up the subtle sensations at some parts of the body. Some people can feel the energy flow from head to toes and back within the 10 day period. However, this is no competition. Everybody's mind is differently equipped and time taken for these experiences vary from people to people. The idea is to train you to the extent that you can continue to practice in the right fashion and get benefited overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vipassana is very different from any of the techniques I've heard about or tried in the past. It is completely free from any religion, sectarianism, and mysticism. Your mind and body is at the center of the process rather than a deity or a verbalization. It is a process of self discovery. The technique was discovered by Gautam Buddha where he clearly understood the connection of body and mind and how to use it to free yourself from the shackles of the habits which got formed without your knowledge and control. At the core of it is the concept of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Impermanence&lt;/span&gt;.  You might understand at an intellectual level that nothing lasts forever but every time we  come across any situation/object, we automatically label it as pleasant or unpleasant. There is a long drawn process involved in this labeling exercise and with time if mind is left unchecked, the sensations of craving and aversion grow stronger and becomes addictive. We all suffer from this kind of addiction to varying degrees. Vipassana helps you to experience this impermanence through body sensations and how you can be equanimous towards both pleasant and unpleasant ones. If you can maintain this equanimity, the mind automatically starts getting rid of its old habits and you start looking at things more objectively. After all, the literal meaning of Vipassana is seeing things as they are, not as you would like them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big thing you end up learning that only you are the cause of your own misery and happiness. How many times one feels that someone else caused misery to him/her and end up becoming more miserable? How many times one feels that the only source of happiness is to be able to please someone? Slowly you realize that its your responsibility to create a positive environment around yourself so that everyone who comes in contact with you is left with that calmness and you end up feeling satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some annoyances and discomforts that one has to go through these 10 days. My choice of timing and place was not completely wise. Going to Chennai in this weather was a bad idea. Because the facilities are very basic in nature, you have to make do with fans which don't really help. During meditation the fans disturb you and its an oven without them. Although, with time you stop reacting to the heat but it takes time. The practice of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adithana&lt;/span&gt; is the most feared and uncomfortable out of everything you experience. Three times a day during meditation hours, you sit in a posture most comfortable to you. Then you promise yourself that you won't open your legs, hands, and eyes for the next one hour. Boy, that HURTS! You can feel the heat circulating throughout your legs. Initially even 30 mins is a nightmare but by the end of the course I could do that without much discomfort. At times you reach a state when the pain completely disappears because after all its all in the mind and you have managed to cut through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to pleasant experiences, the staff at the center(s) are a great bunch of people. Only old students can serve during the course and they do a marvelous job at it. Its a completely voluntary thing to do and they receive nothing in return. They will keep up with you even when you are trying to act tough. The technique has slowly transformed them into loving and compassionate beings who find it very difficult to feel ill about anyone very quickly. When you have achieved the state that the technique is pushing you towards, all your feelings of animosity and hatred towards others melt away (think Buddha). The best part of the course are the evening discourses by Guruji, Acharya S.N.Goenka. We get to see him only on TV but he still connects with you. Having practiced and taught this technique for past 50 odd years, he seems to know exactly whats going on in your head. His style of story telling and explaining the nuances of the training is very refreshing and enjoyable. You cannot help generating a massive amount of respect for him and all the people involved to spread this movement and trying to make the world a better place to live in. A world free of any communal and ill feelings. A world where every being is respected and loved unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this ultra long post. I could go on and on about what I experienced and still won't be able to communicate in writing or orally. You will have to go there and experience it yourself. The only thing it demands is your time and dedication. The only money you need to spend is for the travel to and from the center nearest to you. I would strongly recommend you to make this investment in yourself. If you stay there for 10 days (and not run away in the middle) and still feel unsatisfied with what you learnt and experienced, please send me your travel receipts. I'll send you a cheque of an equivalent amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Happy. Be peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-8088979686950743287?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8088979686950743287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=8088979686950743287' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8088979686950743287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8088979686950743287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-days-that-were.html' title='The 10 days that were!'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-8145724617569169241</id><published>2008-04-18T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:53:28.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vulgar Financial People</title><content type='html'>Firstly, let me explain the long silence. I recently attended the 10-day &lt;a href="http://www.dhamma.org/"&gt;Vipassana Meditation Course&lt;/a&gt; in Chennai where you literally have to live the life of a monk and not utter a word. It was fantastic and I still have the hangover. Will be writing about it in detail shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now coming back to the outrageous blog title. Well I wanted to be a little soft but there is a difference between understanding anything at an intellectual level and at an experiential level. It is much easier to be compassionate and level headed when you are trying to intellectually debate something. You try to put yourself in everyone's shoe and patiently list out pros and cons of their thinking. But when you get your hands burnt, the first reaction is to burn everything in sight (Dawood Ibrahim and Tiger Memon took it a little far by trying to burn down Bombay). My agony and disrespect for people involved in financial markets is reaching its zenith now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this entire affair is that in the entire process almost nothing of any tangible value gets generated. Everything is dependent on speculations which people learn rather quickly to generate. Everybody seems to be a self made expert in the field. A B.Com. graduate speaks with the same flair as someone with a Ph.D. All the news readers and correspondents on the 24-hours business news channels talk in supreme confidence masking their extremely shallow knowledge by make up and beautiful prose. People with an IQ less than 100 (I personally have nothing against them!) keep getting richer and richer. And one day, it all comes down melting away years of wealth generated by legitimate sweat and illegitimate blood. No one has any clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I know works as a "Wealth Manager" in a leading bank. According to her, they spend a pile of money on informants who keep supplying leads on how to reallocate the portfolio almost every 15 mins. This helps them to be on top of things. I then asked her the obvious question "Did you know on Friday that Black Monday is coming?". No surprises when she shamelessly said "NO. What can we do if the market crashes?". How convenient! Rake in all the bonus when the market is inflated and you have no contribution to it (stories of bonuses in crores are commonplace). But when things go wrong, just wash of your hands and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the mistake of believing such morons from a "reputed" investment house. They assigned a wealth manager to me. I out of misplaced trust and complete ignorance handed over a sizable chunk of money and gave them a free hand to go and multiply it. Somehow there was some misunderstanding and they chose a factor &lt;&lt; 1 for multiplication. Before I realized, more than half of the principle had evaporated. It took me sometime to come back to senses when I severed the relationship, reclaimed the dregs and started to learn things on my own. Even if I never learn and keep making losses, it would be more comforting than losing it from the hands of incompetent blokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had enough money, I would have airdropped "Fooled by Randomness" by Nicholas Nassim Taleb over all areas heavily infested by financial pests (like Dalal Street, Nariman Point, Gujarat etc.). It's fine to be stupid. Almost everyone behaves that way at many points in their lives. But if you have made stupidity and chaos your profession, it's not a bad idea to know a little more about it. Atleast it will help you to keep the biggest hole on your face shut for better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/SAjfJ5Klu2I/AAAAAAAACY8/h3KlCyncLbA/s1600-h/FBR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/SAjfJ5Klu2I/AAAAAAAACY8/h3KlCyncLbA/s320/FBR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190643931601550178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-8145724617569169241?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8145724617569169241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=8145724617569169241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8145724617569169241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8145724617569169241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/vulgar-financial-people.html' title='The Vulgar Financial People'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/SAjfJ5Klu2I/AAAAAAAACY8/h3KlCyncLbA/s72-c/FBR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-7870202736844954886</id><published>2008-03-22T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:56:03.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are things getting better?</title><content type='html'>Well it seems like they are if &lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/2008/03/20232056/IIT8217s-new-social-network.html"&gt;this article in Mint by S.Mitra Kalita&lt;/a&gt; is to be believed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the onset, this one also seemed like a silly idea like many others from the autocratic monarchy that rules IITs. But something really drastic was needed to bring back the people to lounges, TV room, canteen, football field, gaali fights, and all other things that make men out of boys (and of course women out of girls). And "LAN Ban" was drastic by any measures. It was like choking someone out of air because one's mind tend to get so addicted to that information pollution floating around. Generally bitter medicines work more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already left when this happened. But I do feel the pain responsible for this regulation, the pain that kids went through initially and the joy that this promises to bring. Let me hope that it works this time, that students and teachers can trust each other once again. My fingers are crossed. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-7870202736844954886?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7870202736844954886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=7870202736844954886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/7870202736844954886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/7870202736844954886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-things-getting-better.html' title='Are things getting better?'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-2952717279953589193</id><published>2008-03-22T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:27:22.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Presenting</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why Business People speak like idiots? &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why most PowerPoint presentations suck?&lt;/span&gt; If yes, then read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is not very straightforward but some hints can be located in the books by the same name. I personally have been very interested to  figure out how to avoid death by PowerPoint. Strangely enough, not many people are aware of the simple fact that a good presentation will not just be appreciated by the audience (whose deafening cries during pathetic presentations indeed fall on deaf ears) but will also result in higher visibility with upper management and faster career growth for presenters. If only people can realize that they are questioning the basic intelligence and skills of their audience by reading through enormous matter in their slides, situation will improve drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would consider myself fortunate enough that within a couple of months of my professional life I came across Garr Reynolds. An ex-Apple design executive and currently a Professor in an Osaka University, he was invited to give a talk on Effective Presentations at our office. I still cannot get over with that one-hour presentation. We were showed around 300 slides (as per Garr at the end of the talk) which is still difficult to believe. His narrative captured my imagination and probably of everyone present in the hall. It was one of the most impacting presentations I ever sat through and since then I'm obsessed to improve upon my presentation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R-TQyW1o5_I/AAAAAAAACXM/BejSps-KqZg/s1600-h/pzen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R-TQyW1o5_I/AAAAAAAACXM/BejSps-KqZg/s320/pzen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180495034925508594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garr maintains a website called &lt;a href="http://www.presentationzen.com/"&gt;Presentation Zen&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, it is one of the most visited presentation design websites in the world. It features his blog and tonnes of advice on how to communicate well. Based on the recommendations I purchased a few books (like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Bullet Points, Presenting to Win, and Show me the numbers&lt;/span&gt;) which really made me look at how I was doing things and how I can do them better. However, the books published so far mulled on how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; things better but not essentially on how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt; better. Given that presenting is at least if not more an art and not only science, there has to be an element of creativity, philosophy and spiritualism to it. That's where Garr's new book (suitably titled Presentation Zen) fills in the gap. The moment I heard about its launch, the order was placed online. And I was not disappointed. Besides being very beautiful aesthetically, making it a pleasure to read, it works! It is not only about how to prepare better, design better, and deliver better. It is also about how the whole process can be thought through more holistically and how you can look for inspiration in the most unusual places (eg. comics, martial arts etc.). It also enlists numerous resources online which can help you with the content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are looking for some good advice and inspiration, buy this book. If Rs.1250 is a little too much for you, at least visit PZ website along with the ones like &lt;a href="http://www.duarte.com/"&gt;Duarte Design&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;SlideShare &lt;/a&gt;and get enlightened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-2952717279953589193?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2952717279953589193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=2952717279953589193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/2952717279953589193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/2952717279953589193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-of-presenting.html' title='The Art of Presenting'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R-TQyW1o5_I/AAAAAAAACXM/BejSps-KqZg/s72-c/pzen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-9071946253279133321</id><published>2008-03-02T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:12:22.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enigma called Delhi</title><content type='html'>I always get  scared to death as soon as my flight lands in Delhi. I'm scared of sitting in the taxi for the driver might take me for a ride (in the other sense). I'm scared of going out alone in the streets even during broad daylight for I may be mugged. Can't even think of doing this in the night after hearing so many first hand horror stories from my lady friends in the city and from numerous printed articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morbid fear of the city seemed unnatural to me as it never resonated with the image of the city I had in mind since childhood. Delhi for me was synonymous with history, politics, food, and beautiful damsels. Somehow I could never get time to go around and reassure myself that the city is indeed where fine etiquettes were born and which the great Moguls called home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wedding season and for insensitive friends who scheduled their weddings during weekdays, I was finally able to get one whole day in Delhi. Also, I was able to find someone who can spend the whole day with me and drive me around (thanks Puneet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First stop - Akshardhaam Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you simply have to see it to believe it. Something that is so beautiful and so magnanimous that anything I write will sound hollow.  So let me not waste my and your time. Best thing - they don't allow cell-phones inside so no annoyances. Not so good - You need a whole day to really appreciate the effort that went into it. Unfortunately, I didn't have that much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second stop - India Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you park your vehicle close to this great monument, you can spot millions of ice-cream, papad, jamun vendors doing great business here. It just seems to be an institution for Delhi-ites (age, wealth no bar) to come here for a stroll, let their kids go loose, and enjoy some chaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third stop - Nati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onal Gallery of Modern Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situated at a stone's throw from India Gate is a wonderful repository of Modern Art, both Indian and International. Inside you can find very old to very contemporary works of art, photography, and sculpture. Again, we were really short of time and despite our best efforts to glance at what's on display, we were mercilessly kicked out at 6 pm sharp. I was not even able to absorb half the exhibits. This gives me reason enough to visit it again in near future but I guess by then everything would have changed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth stop - Connaught Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CP is like London - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you are tired of CP, you are tired of life"&lt;/span&gt;. Amazingly happening, it offers a plethora of choices for everyone under the sun, preferably with money! After Bangalore, it was very refreshing to find drinking holes like Q'BA, The Host, TGIF etc. where you can actually sit, grab a drink and have a meaningful conversation without being deafened by the cacophonous music in the background. Then of course you have tonnes of eating joints, swanky offices, and apparel stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final stop - Karim (Old Delhi)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R9T7x1h8rWI/AAAAAAAACW8/MdQrhf5RA7A/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R9T7x1h8rWI/AAAAAAAACW8/MdQrhf5RA7A/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176038705357172066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well now its dark, both outside and inside (my stomach). And we felt that it was worth going to the wildly famous Karim in the dingy streets of Old Delhi and try the great Muslim grub that everyone (from Nat Geo to BBC) has talked about. Given that its kind of inside a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gully&lt;/span&gt;, it was not straightforward to locate it. However, everybody in the 5 km radius exactly knows where the place is. We had to wait for a few mins before we could locate a table. The waiters were extremely rude and made sure that it is they who are doing us a favor by serving the great Karim's food. Now the food - book a ticket to Delhi now, go to Karim, eat and fly back! Though the food is so oily (they say that the chicken is soaked in oil before being slaughtered :), it is simply heavenly. I can bet that you'll not find better Sheekh Kababs in Afghanistan. Mutton seems to be God's gift to mankind through their hands. DON'T be foolish to try any veg grub there as it almost disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, what a great day in a great city! It is indeed "Dil waalon ki Delhi" with great character and richness. Looking forward to more excursions there else I'll be missing quite a bit.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-9071946253279133321?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9071946253279133321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=9071946253279133321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/9071946253279133321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/9071946253279133321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/engima-called-delhi.html' title='An Enigma called Delhi'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R9T7x1h8rWI/AAAAAAAACW8/MdQrhf5RA7A/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-5860809000952543190</id><published>2008-02-22T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:51:23.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith playing in Stock Markets.........</title><content type='html'>Something somewhere seems to be seriously wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/Articles/2008/01/15232753/Another-faithbased-index-to-b.html"&gt;Another faith-based index to be launched&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-5860809000952543190?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5860809000952543190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=5860809000952543190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/5860809000952543190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/5860809000952543190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/faith-playing-in-stock-markets.html' title='Faith playing in Stock Markets.........'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-7795806976909939080</id><published>2008-02-10T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:50:44.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Fat Indian Wedding</title><content type='html'>I haven't really seen the Hollywood flick ridiculing (I guess) the Greek affair, however I'm quite sure that once its director witnesses in an Indian wedding he would like to undo his past work and steal my title for his evolved work. Since I came back from Japan, I've seen a number of my friends succumbing to this social phenomena. They are simply dropping as electrocuted flies into the abyss of this sacred relationship. What worries me is not the fact that these are the same guys I used to go to school with 20 years back (5 years for the college mates) and we used to share the same tiffin, run around with water bottles hanging from our necks and played hand cricket (no bats basically) using trees as stumps. The fact that soon they are going to be parents and that they want to show off the new relationship in public with great fanfare disturbs me somewhere deep down. I'll try not to comment on my first concern because the propagation of species is at stake. However would like to take a dig on the great Indian tradition of weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if marriage used to be a big deal in old times. My parents tell me that not long ago (say 50 years back) it used to be a rather silent affair. Probably due to communication problems it was difficult to be in touch with all your relatives and you would contend with a small ceremony (also given low budgets) inviting a few people. With income levels rising and communication links in place, the whole thing seems to have gone out of proportion. The wedding now beyond anything has become a showcase of opulence. What strikes me most is the ability of Indians to make such mundane things larger than life and completely ignore the life threatening issues (environment, poverty, population etc.). Again let me not dwelve into it much because this demands a much deeper philosophical debate. Let me just describe some observations I had from the last week in which I completed the brave feet of attending 4 weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weddings @ Small cities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wedding ceremonies are a little comfortable than their big city counterparts. Though the duration of the wedding (min of 4 days) and non-availability of alcohol doesn't give much respite but the smaller size of gatherings and conservative decorations are a relief. The most interesting part by any measure is the baarat. Nobody (from highly educated to a complete illiterate) shows any shame in taking the procession to the road and block the traffic. Forget about small lanes, people don't even care a bit blocking the national highway! Surprisingly the traffic also doesn't mind. The horns which go ablaze during a signal go totally silent and give way to the procession. I'm not sure what goes on in the mind of drivers (another one bites the dust OR it only happens once in a lifetime OR the final moments of happiness etc.) but they sure do not seem to mind. Rest all goes on as normal. Bride and groom are starved till midnight. They have to keep standing and pass artificial smiles while people (most of whom don't even know the couple and vice versa) keep coming on the stage and getting archived on the film. The real action starts only after midnight when the real ceremony starts and all that remains is a handful of close relatives and friends. On a lucky day everything will get over by 6 am because the pundit and the couple have decided to co-operate and turn a deaf ear to everything the learned man has to say. Only one thing is on everybody's mind. When the hell is it going to get over! Strangely enough, things have been happening and will keep happening the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weddings @ Big cities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by big cities I mean Delhi! Delhi weddings are famous globally for their grandeur. Unfortunately I also had a chance this time to attend the great mockery. This particular wedding was one of the 10 odd weddings happening in a ground in East Delhi. Understandably there would be traffic and parking problems. Voila! you simply need to get down on the gate, hand over the car keys to the guard and enjoy the valet parking facility. The bar is right at the entrance to prepare you for exciting times ahead. On another corner the stage is set ablaze by skimply clad women dancing on item numbers. The groom arrives on a &lt;em&gt;rath&lt;/em&gt; instead of the more common place mare. The cabaret gives way to holy chanting by a dozen of pundits on the stage. The bride arrives on a doli triggering a mujra on the dance stage. The chanting restarts as the couple get ready to garland each other. Suddenly the stage elevates and rotates a couple of complete circles and the couple throws flying kisses at the crowd. A few thousand people have a graced the occassion and there is enough food to just fill you up with smell. Punjabi, Rajasthani, Italian, Chinese etc. You name it and they have it. Pure vegetarian though. As you get out of this rucus, you have a 100 kind of mouth fresheners lined up at the gate. Phewww....I guess you get the idea. Later I was told that this was a reasonably mellowed down version of THE BIG FAT DELHI WEDDING which for sure I don't want to attend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only word I can think of describing all this is "Vulgar"! It might be difficult for people to be sensitive towards the less fortunate people but this shows complete insensitivity. I hope to see my generation change this ridiculous way of doing things and keep weddings a very personal and small affair which it rightly deserves to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-7795806976909939080?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7795806976909939080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=7795806976909939080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/7795806976909939080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/7795806976909939080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/big-fat-indian-wedding.html' title='The Big Fat Indian Wedding'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-496480641689208713</id><published>2008-01-21T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:57:44.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangalore Bakeries</title><content type='html'>I guess its time that I go and check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/2008/01/19004541/Bangalore-Bhath--Old-and-ove.html"&gt;http://www.livemint.com/2008/01/19004541/Bangalore-Bhath--Old-and-ove.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-496480641689208713?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/496480641689208713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=496480641689208713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/496480641689208713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/496480641689208713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/bangalore-bakeries.html' title='Bangalore Bakeries'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-6471068863901746267</id><published>2007-12-23T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T08:48:17.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politicians - Please turn GREEN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The world has finally realised that unless things are done the GREEN way, the demise of our planet is inevitable. However the political will to make such changes happens seems to be almost non-existent. The mockery of Kyoto Protocol from the hands of US and other developed economies is a disheartening example of myopia which the world leadership suffers from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some changes are believed to take place from the fresh round of talks at Bali. Although it remains to be seen that can the participating countries even cut the emissions to the amount which was emitted by flights used by everyone to come to Bali. Australia's Mr.Rudd is trying his best to convince the world and save his country and others on the line of fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now when international leaders are lobbying hard to change things, its high time that someone in domestic leadership gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; about this. Apart from some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NGOs&lt;/span&gt; and social activists, its difficult to locate a voice which is strong enough to make a difference. In fact, lets forget about politicians making an effort to save the planet. If someone can simply convince them to curb the massive wastage, he/she can make a huge difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lets take Bangalore as an example (an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infinitesimal&lt;/span&gt; sample as compared to the size of our country). Just within less than 1 year of my stay here I'm shocked to see the political fan fare. When BJP was about to take power from JD(S), whole city was colored in saffron. Total material used must be in the order of a few hundred tonnes of paper, plastic, and synthetic colors. BJP's status degraded within a week when it was forced to resign because of the political farce by Deve Gowda &amp;amp; Sons. But, the publicity material used will take a few life times of these politicians to degrade and might very well take the planet's life time. A few days back, Mayawati visited the town bringing with her the unpleasant sight of millions of plastic fliers with the elephant sign on it. Not only is this criminal expenditure (think those who go to bed hungry) but completely detrimental to the atmosphere we live in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope that this technology revolution plays a bigger role in politics too when most of the campaign can be done on phone, internet and electronic media. Politicians - if you can't help India progress, please atleast don't reverse it. Go GREEN !&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/4989507240354957851-6471068863901746267?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6471068863901746267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=6471068863901746267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/6471068863901746267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/6471068863901746267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/politicians-please-turn-green.html' title='Politicians - Please turn GREEN !'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-8343694283637455700</id><published>2007-12-17T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:40:15.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack &amp; Suzy Welch on How to fight Bureaucracy in the system</title><content type='html'>Given the damage bureaucracy can cause to the motivation of people, sometimes being tough is the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/2007/12/17003455/Success-Secrets--Breaking-thr.html"&gt;http://www.livemint.com/2007/12/17003455/Success-Secrets--Breaking-thr.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-8343694283637455700?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8343694283637455700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=8343694283637455700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8343694283637455700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8343694283637455700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/jack-suzy-welch-on-how-to-fight.html' title='Jack &amp; Suzy Welch on How to fight Bureaucracy in the system'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-4076831521930216554</id><published>2007-12-17T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:37:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reasonable justification for all who consider me pessimist!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Mr.Sandberg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livemint.com/2007/12/14130459/The-office-pessimists-are-ofte.html"&gt;http://www.livemint.com/2007/12/14130459/The-office-pessimists-are-ofte.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-4076831521930216554?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4076831521930216554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=4076831521930216554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/4076831521930216554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/4076831521930216554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/reasonable-justification-for-all-who.html' title='A reasonable justification for all who consider me pessimist!'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-8027011600657969145</id><published>2007-12-17T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:29:52.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "feather in the hat" for P&amp;G's C+D program</title><content type='html'>Proud to be a part of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10202652"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-8027011600657969145?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8027011600657969145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=8027011600657969145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8027011600657969145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8027011600657969145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-feather-in-hat-for-p-cd-program.html' title='Another &quot;feather in the hat&quot; for P&amp;G&apos;s C+D program'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-2110643527254510407</id><published>2007-12-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T09:32:18.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing Clarity......indeed !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are newspapers, then there are business newspapers, and then there is Mint! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R2VVThGBLyI/AAAAAAAACVg/mXBKNFBU2tw/s1600-h/mint.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144611943130148642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R2VVThGBLyI/AAAAAAAACVg/mXBKNFBU2tw/s200/mint.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its promise of "Refreshing Clarity in Business News" is well delivered. The guys from HT and WSJ understand that on a daily basis there is not much news to be reported. So they don't try to fill up the newspaper with all the junk in the world (e.g. celebrity dog catching cold). Something that our media, both print and visual doesn't seem to understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's important is that you help the reader understand the news you are reporting rather than thinking that everyone is a business expert. This is an unlikely case and if you read Nicholas Nassim Taleb (Fooled by Randomness and The Black Swan) you would realize that the self proclaimed experts are no better than cab drivers at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The real value that Mint adds in the business papers domain is by its fantastic columns. In fact I would call it a "Blog Paper". People from diverse backgrounds provide their perspective from different angles to address readers with different interests. And with columnists like Vir Sanghvi, can you ask for more!! And if you are a foodie, don't miss Saturday's Lounge supplement for the great eating joint picks from your city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So if you are in Mumbai, Bangalore or Delhi, grab your copy today and prepare to get addicted, refreshed, and clear!&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/4989507240354957851-2110643527254510407?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2110643527254510407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=2110643527254510407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/2110643527254510407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/2110643527254510407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/refreshing-clarityindeed.html' title='Refreshing Clarity......indeed !!'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R2VVThGBLyI/AAAAAAAACVg/mXBKNFBU2tw/s72-c/mint.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-8202867570831090586</id><published>2007-12-09T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T09:54:02.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things in life are free....</title><content type='html'>and all great things are not that expensive. I'm a big foodie, not a great cook, staying alone and trying to save some money for rainy days. Hence, I'm always on a look out for places that give you the bang for your buck and leave you satisfied in mind and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I went to three places I'd heard a bit about but had never been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pecos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This pub situated just off Brigade Road is housed in a run down building. You go inside and the sound of rock music (I personally hate it) fills your ear and you can only talk to your friend during the 2 seconds you get in middle of two songs. You order your pitcher of beer, two starters (beef, pork, squids available; can it get better :), one main dish and dosas! (oh my god! what dosas; If I had enough money I'll hire the cook to makes dosas for me till I die) - the damages : Rs.473/-. So if you ever want beer and some really great food to go along with it without making a whole in your pocket, Pecos is the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kamat Lokaruchi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Situated on Bangalore-Mysore highway around 50 kms from Bangalore is this great retreat for Karnataka food lovers. You can get a meal from different corners of Karnataka for Rs.70 (all unlimited). I had a North Karnataka meal comprising of Brinjal Masala, Jowar Roti, a couple more veggies, rice, sambhar etc. etc. Also tried the Raggi Mudde made famous by Mr.Deve Gowda. Couldn't really understand how can one like something which is not even supposed to be chewed but only swallowed whole. Its really strange that Karnataka cuisine is not so famous given the great vareity and flavors. May be Kannadigas need to be a bit more enterprizing when it comes to food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tewari Brothers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This small sweet shop on Dickenson Road is a ray of hope for UPites like me. I cannot thank Mint Columnist Shobha Narayan enough for covering it in her articles a few weeks back. The chats, sweets, and Aloo Puri there are as authentic as you can get in Bangalore. I and my friend binged on Aloo Puri, Missi Roti with Gatte ki sabzi, Pani Puri, and Gazar Halwa - all for Rs.80/-. I hope to visit there as frequently as possible and relish the flavors I left a couple of decades back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the fortunate existence of such places, I've almost started to hate overpriced fancy places. There you are continuously evaluating the food because you have paid for it through your nose. This takes away all the joy of eating and shut your taste budds off. And invariably you realize that you have been conned to pay heaps of money for absolutely average stuff. The other day I went to The Royal Afghan at Windsor Manor on a company party. The food was great but surely was very steeply prized. The biggest surprise came from booze. The cognac served after meal and some other drinks were Rs.3500 per 30 ml ($90!!). Before I could realize I was already down with booze worth $120 and other people were already flirting with $500-1000. Realizing that the watchman at my building who does 12 hr shifts without fail (and sometimes 48 hrs too) get Rs.3500 monthly, I simply could not push a single more drop down my throat. Is this kind of pricing and margins justified? We call ourselves civilized and upwardly mobile but don't think about the criminally wasteful expenditure. Are we even human?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-8202867570831090586?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8202867570831090586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=8202867570831090586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8202867570831090586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/8202867570831090586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-good-things-in-life-are-free.html' title='All good things in life are free....'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-4623944044702106378</id><published>2007-12-08T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T09:00:43.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Bangalore in Bengalooru Habba? - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Last week I was able to catch two programs at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bengalooru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Habba&lt;/span&gt;. A classical music concert at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ambedkar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bhawan&lt;/span&gt; featuring a not-so-great percussion group "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Madhalaya&lt;/span&gt;" (a bunch of artists representing a Gaussian distribution in ability and with a less-artist-more showman type) and a brilliant Dr.Smt.Ashwini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bhide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deshpande&lt;/span&gt;. Second was a great play by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lillette&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dubey&lt;/span&gt; - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kanyadaan&lt;/span&gt;" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chowdiah&lt;/span&gt;. As noted earlier, not many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bangaloreans&lt;/span&gt; at either of the venues. I feel the publicity could have been handled in a more aggressive manner. I personally had to advertise the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Habba&lt;/span&gt; in my office and push people to go to some of the events because they had no clue. The compere at the play requested people not to worry about passes for upcoming events and simply barge in :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; evening after the concert, I and my colleague stepped into a well known steakhouse "Miller's 46" at Miller's Road. To our surprise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dhoni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Uthappa&lt;/span&gt;, and RP Singh were dining there at a corner and having some good time with friends. It was great to not see them thronged by people for autographs or photos. This definitely says something about the character of the city (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; of a reasonable bunch of people) which sees so many things happening around, takes a note and move on to something bigger and better. Salaam Bangalore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-4623944044702106378?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4623944044702106378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=4623944044702106378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/4623944044702106378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/4623944044702106378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/wheres-bangalore-in-bengalooru-habba_08.html' title='Where&apos;s Bangalore in Bengalooru Habba? - Part 2'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-3969631321467845830</id><published>2007-12-02T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:19:48.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Bangalore in Bengalooru Habba?</title><content type='html'>Today (Sunday, Dec 2) was the start of the much hyped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bengalooru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Habba&lt;/span&gt; (well I'm not sure of the hype actually) - an 8 day cultural extravaganza which promises to establish Bangalore as a cultural capital. It has been sponsored by big corporates, the sparse banners are trying hard to communicate the phenomena, the newspapers are flashing schedules, and the &lt;a href="http://www.bengalooruhabba.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; has been updated just recently. The final line-up seemed impressive with a plenty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;illustrious&lt;/span&gt; names, myriad of activities spread all across the city. Something that would surely get a self-proclaimed cultural enthusiast as me reasonably excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yours truly decided to go for the Hindustani Classical concert as my ears were craving for it (its been so long!). The concert was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ambedkar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bhawan&lt;/span&gt; and featuring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vidushi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sharma&lt;/span&gt; (Vocal) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ustad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shahid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Parvez&lt;/span&gt; Khan (Sitar). I personally hadn't heard their names/music before but after a brief googling I was convinced that it surely would be a treat. I diligently went to collect my free passes from the Cafe Coffee Day next door. I reached the venue at 6 pm for the show starting 30 minutes later. To my surprise the whole atmosphere outside was dull with no one in sight (I remember going there for a Jagjit Singh concert for which one should shell out anything between Rs.550 - 2500 and people were running around for tickets). As I walked in the hall was filled barely upto 5% its capacity. A bunch of young people walked in and asked for extra passes. The organizers smiled and allowed everyone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether this was due to insufficient publicity, my early arrival, apparent worthlessness of anything avaible for free, diminishing interest in classical music etc. But I could not help asking the question - Where's Bangalore in Bengalooru Habba? Will the festival organized with so much expense of money and time live upto its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I recieved a call at 6:05 pm informing me that a long lost friend is in Bangalore and leaving within 2 hours. I had to force myself to leave the hall and rush home. These ears will have to wait. Luckily, Dr.L Subramaniam is playing at Palace Grounds as part of the Habba on Dec 7. Hopefully will also get some time to catch more action during the weekdays (have to get ready to witness more deserted venues. God only knows why they started the Habba on Sunday not Saturday).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-3969631321467845830?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3969631321467845830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=3969631321467845830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/3969631321467845830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/3969631321467845830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/wheres-bangalore-in-bengalooru-habba.html' title='Where&apos;s Bangalore in Bengalooru Habba?'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4989507240354957851.post-3872903848629219217</id><published>2007-12-02T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:00:29.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning.....hopefully won't end soon</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt; after a long silence. My earlier attempt to blog regularly lasted &lt;a href="http://gauravspeaks.blogspot.com/"&gt;4 posts and 20 days&lt;/a&gt;. It was the result of my frustration due to a long break between passing out from school and joining my job. Then life took me to the left, right, and center of the world and before I could realize more than 2 years just flew by. Now I'm back home (actually a little south but its good enough) but time just isn't in the mood of standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new blog is an attempt to catch the multitude of things that go around which can be chronicled as history. As a bystander one observes a certain phenomena and misses hundreds. So along with this blog if you can manage to read a few hundred more daily, you will be able to get a comprehensive view of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again welcome to my space and I hope that one day you'll be able to find something here of your interest. I can't promise that this experiment will last a life time but as of now the intentions are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4989507240354957851-3872903848629219217?l=gpchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3872903848629219217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4989507240354957851&amp;postID=3872903848629219217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/3872903848629219217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4989507240354957851/posts/default/3872903848629219217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gpchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-beginninghopefully-wont-end-soon.html' title='A new beginning.....hopefully won&apos;t end soon'/><author><name>Gaurav Porwal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08677623021505489787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ob3u3_bOf6U/R1LLxHiq3eI/AAAAAAAACU8/VJXk969xibs/S220/GP_PG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
