Tanz in den Mai!

Cometh the May, cometh the rain. The smell of moist earth (after an overnight drizzle) coming from vast & expansive green fields. Sounds amusing? Not much for me though.

Last month ended with me being crucified and succeeding in rejuvenating the writing, this one does not seem to be ending better either.

Extended weekend marking the end of month three for me in a similar fashion as it had begun. While everyone is off for a lazy comforting stay or exploring some new adventure in upcountry, I am traveling through the vast fields, but short of enough time to enjoy it.

Looks like it will be another Haymarket Affair; hopefully I would not become a martyr like those unfortunate ones.

Labor Day it is. Hope that next month ends more peacefully as I would be traveling again, though back home :)

The STAR’ episode

5000. That’s what I started with I guess. Or was it 10000? No sooner than later I was into it; was enjoying it, to the fullest or to minimal. I would never know. Did spend few years getting to know it, like an occasional date. Being stupid, horrified by it, sustained by it, subdued or being vigorous. A couple of years, in the Capital, known as my own Dilli, with unqualified absence (Hope I didn’t fail through it). Guess was being nurtured by another enigma or so to speak of. Then came the cold and who better than an Old Monk to cruise me through. On a river bank, snow pouring outside, relishing freshly caught n cooked fish, vilifying the so damn. The blessings of that Monk; so Old it was to not take an offence. Then came the Margarita, the Smirnoff; so pure, so Absolute, so blissful. The least expected, was the last and the latest one. A daily affair, just like a soap opera and what better title than STAR. The proud of the place, the taste with no match.

Oh yea, few ups n downs, lean n peak periods, I sailed through or it sailed through me: P. Few traditions I can’t forget or they can’t let me forget. Especially something called the Khus which became the pride of those PCom gatherings at 143. One more chance to live the same, again, for a while, would do anything for it. Guess that’s what I call L-E-G-E-N-D-A-R-Y (courtesy Barney@HIMYM or BoodhaKher@ITM.PCom.com). Not to speak of some PMG congregation at Aura :D. The journey shall continue, so should the prodigious enigma. Both so blissful, complementing each other. Am I too drunk or just overwhelmed. Watevr it is, let it continue, so blissful, so peaceful.

a FRIENDS confession

3 colleges, 8 years of blissful hostel life. Every damn moment of that to be craved for. Well, have to admit something here. Unlike most of other college-goers, I had have missed lots of “other” stuff which includes one of the most common ones, i.e. being awake whole night, esp. before the exams (not for study though) and watching sitcoms nonstop. So, finally being in a phase (one could easily say over-aged) I started with the one of the most famous ones as a friend had suggested “watch one episode and you will yearn for it” Glad that I did and honestly, didn’t take me more than 60 days to finish whole 10 seasons. Looks like that I finally graduated, a little late though 

Business (non) sense.

Economies of scale. First term a person gets familiar with (most likely) entering a B-School (in class I mean, not otherwise). So, the funda says, as volumes go up, prices go down (with few exception of high value goods etc).A couple of degrees (at least on paper), little work-ex & some common sense. This is all I have and assumingly, based on this, I can get the basics right. Two months here and all such stuff seems to be irrelevant. Why so? Here are few examples.

• Local call rate = 3 times international call rate (more the volume, more the margin)
• Coke/ Pepsi = 50 Rs. For 500 ml (Everyone will drink it thrice a day even if that’s the only thing he/she could afford)
• Flat rents (people have to stay somewhere) = 1.5-2 lakh/ month (INR) at a place comparable to Andheri and = 4-6 lakh/ month (INR) at a place comparable to HN/ Bandra. Guess one could buy n own a flat for such amount in India in a year or so. (Virtual monopoly, take or stay on foothpath)
• Food products (esp. packaged juice, milk, vegetables) = very highly priced (well the only reason this time is scarcity, nothing else)

In nutshell, whatever sells more, increase the price, get higher margin. People would buy anyway. And on nutshell, an average Nigerian still thinks that cashew kernel is for the purpose of supporting apple on the tree and not to be treated as commodity :P

Nothing makes sense in a way we perceive in India or some other part of the world. Still, it’s common sense here and the business thrives. Big time.

n if you didn’t get any of above, the question to be asked “u say?” not “what does that mean or come again”. Will give details on the pigeon English later, which freaks me out sometimes to the extent that a sober soul like me doesn’t hesitate to pour in few Punjabi names in between while making the poor fellow understand what I “u say” …. Gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!