Phones are now shoes

There is a clear corrolary between shoes and phones

Micromax: reebook,liberty foreign knockoffs

calling phones:Nokia: bata brogues

Samsung: Sketchers, Reebok

Apple/HTC: Nike s

Barkha Meets the Bloggers

Managed to see a “Face the People” on Indian bloggers. Barkha did us version of the false empathy-Indian Oprah act. The rest of the programme was on expected lines:

Lots of talk about people blogging about sex. (Gasp!): I guess the people at NDTV have not read Mastram. Or are people just out of girls convent schools and have not seen the latest item number in Hindi films. But I guess it gets the ratings up so that “Dr Roy” can shore up his dwindling net worth and compete against the richer TV/Network/Whatever 18 guys. So pretty much in order. And anyway I don’t see what’s wrong in writing about sex anyway. I mean Lolita is about sex, and it is the one of the greatest works of fiction …

Blogs are scurrilous /rumor spreading: True. But there are a lot of bloggers doing some path breaking work in the last year. The Khairlanji massacre was first broken by a blog (atrocitynews.wordpress.com) before the TOI (surprisingly) picked it up. NDTV did its bleeding heart act much later. And Indiatogether and Shivam Vij have consistently done some great work about stuff which the Mainstream Media chooses to ignore.

In my view most of the mainstream media still follows the old information economics model where a bunch of self appointment wise mean , like the aforementioned Dr Roy tell us what is good for us. The truth is that TV news channels are in the entertainment business, not the news business. The channels which have realized this like India TV are doing great guns. While Dr Roy at NDTV is just doing financial engineering to ready himself for a sellout to an international broadcasting company.

Tata Nono

Ratan Tata has pulled off a major PR coup with the Tata Nano. I suspect that apart from copying the name, he also copied the launch strategy from Steve Jobs. The secrecy, the media leaks and the final unveiling had all the hallmarks of an inspired Apple launch.

However the product itself was a little underwhelming. Sure the car looks cute, but this does not mean anything. Even the Reva looks cute. However the engine specs left me cold. A 33 bhp engine is very slow. With an AC on, I expect it to be marginally slower then a auto rickshaw. But the major flaw is the claimed mileage of only 20 kmpl. This makes the running cost of a Tata Nano only 20% more than a Maruti 800. Ratan Tata’s wish to convert 2 wheeler owners to cars seems farfetched with this product. The diesel launch will be more economical, I expect.

I am seriously thinking of buying 3-4 Nanos and putting them up as Taxis……

Bike Accident

I have been driving a bike for around 10 years, and so far I have been largely unscathed by the barbaric Delhi drivers. However my luck ran out 10 days ago. i was driving a reconditioned Enfield Bullet of an old friend . Suddenly there was some gravel and I got thrown off. I crashed and me and my face dragged along the rocky ground. Nothing too serious , I managed to escape with a very bruised ego and eight stitches on my head.

Recently I feel it may be time to hit the road again. I was also daydreaming about which bike I would like to purchase if money wasn’t an issue at the moment. The 1959 BSA Goldstar dbd34 would look perfect on my imaginary backyard.

Big Cats in Kipling Country

We took a car and along with a couple of cousins from Raipur and after a uneventful four hour ride were into Kanha. In tourist terminology, this is part of Kipling country in the central Indian state of Madhya Pradesh: these are the hills where The Jungle Book was set.

Kanha has a major advantage over some of its better known rivals. This is of course, is the abundance of tigers. Along with Badhavgarh, Kanha has the largest concentration of the big cat. An Indian government survey had reported that, with 90 tigers, it is one of only two reserves in India that still has a sustainable population. Such a large tiger population, of course, requires an abundant supply of food, and the hills teem with different species of prey: chital, sambhar, barking deer, nilgai, the very rare barasingha, or swamp deer, which Kanha saved from extinction

We had booked to stay in one of the quaint colonial era guest houses, complete with high ceilings and uniformed help, with food cooked over a wood fire. A welcome change over the synthetic tourist resorts that one gets used to.

We reached there at 5pm, got a guide, jumped in the jeep and hit the pothole-ridden track leading into the jungle.. We were soon into deep in the sal and bamboo forests of Kanha Before long we were lying in wait for the tigress and watching the sun slide beneath the tree line. Several jeeps bounced past bearing cramped passengers. 'Perhaps she waits for the last jeep of the day,' suggested one of my companions. However there was no sign of tigers, or any other kind of a any big animal. The first drive, as far as tigers are concerned, draws a blank. There were numerous different types of deer and birds, too many deer as a matter of fact. And some monkeys. That’s it. It was feeling like a jaunt to the neighborhood Deer Park in Delhi, rather than a visit to a wildlife resort.

That seemed to mark the end of the mission. We swung by the rangers' lodge to share more bidis and yarns. One of the gamekeepers explained that the distant din we could hear was one of his cohorts crashing through the trees on an elephant, searching for poachers. 'She gets a bit frisky and charges the jeep, but hey, we'll have a few beers, it'll be fun.' We could have been any bunch of guys in the world, just drinking and chewing the fat, except our topic of conversation rarely deviated from the subject of tigers. As we drained the last of the Royal Stag, the naturalist said, 'This behavior might seem bizarre to you, but I spend most of my life doing things other people find strange.'

The next morning expectations were low: fog hung heavy on the park, even the peacocks seemed dismally grey in the dawn mist. But no more than half a mile into the reserve the jeep turns a corner and there sitting nonchalantly on the track in front is a Bison. The bison ambles off casually just like a cow would do in a city street. Soon we were able to see why Kanha was so highly recommended. There was a she-leopard with a cub, numerous different types of deer and birds, a jackal and a four-horned antelope.

Soon we hit the lottery. There was a considerable commotion with several jeeps running in a particular direction, our guide informed us that there was going to be a tiger spotting, Soon we saw a the magnificent animal walking out of a clump of a grass, It was a bit of circus like atmosphere with several jeeps jockeying around for a vantage position, so it was not an ideal experience. However it was a memorable experience to see the king walk like he owned the world

Kanha: The journey

I have had a really overscheduled life since the past 6 months. Even worse was the fact that there were other people who were dictating my schedule. A client would call up at 6 and expect to deliver stuff by 9 in the morning. That would entail a very late night trying to get stuff done.
I am convinced that I am not made for clear cut well de-lineated schedule. I am made to live like a university professor, with downtime to meditate. With that though in mind I too a really slow train, in a second class compartment from the journey to Raipur, on route to Kanha. To go from Delhi to Raipur, I picked the Samta Kranti Express, which takes a leisurely 24 hours to reach Raipur. I am enjoying this time not shared by people who are squeezed for time; people around me are farmers, traders, people working in government who have taken LTA and are going back to their "native place". People, who do not have important “assignments”, hence are not afraid to “waste time”. People who in Marketing jargon would be SEC B.

Farmers seem to have moved ahead in life while I have been slaving away or stuck in traffic jams. The farmer in question had a Sony Handicam , a high end mobile phone and was coming from Delhi after dropping his son to study medicine in Moscow. The journey was quite uneventful, with the farmer telling me his impressions of Delhi( very nice roads, very rude people), sharing food with my fellow travelers and reading a Robert Jordan book trying to make sense of The Wheel of Time.

Newspapers and people

Here’s a mail that’s been doing the rounds…from Shivam;s Blog

The Times of India is read by the people who run the country.

The Statesman is read by the people who think they run the country.

The Hindu is read by the people who think they ought to run the country.

The Indian Express is read by the people who think the country ought to be run by another country.

The Telegraph is read by the people who do not know who runs the country but are sure they are doing it wrong.

Mid-Day is read by the wives of the people who run the country.

The Economic Times is read by the people who own the country.

The Tribune is read by the people who think the country ought to be run as it used to be run.

The Hindustan Times is read by the people who still think it is their country.

The Asian Age is read by the people who would rather be in another country.

Allen Stewart Königsberg and Me

Something which explains my life right now
The important joke, for me, is one that's usually attributed to Groucho Marx; but, I think it appears originally in Freud's "Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious," and it goes like this - I'm paraphrasing - um, "I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member." That's the key joke of my adult life, in terms of my relationships with women.

Crash in Gurgaon

After two encounters with buses and cars in two weeks on the Delhi Gurgoan highway.....something from a movie

It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In Gurgaon, nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something