Sunday, November 16, 2014

People Say Something, Do Something

During my marriage hunt, my father learned an important lesson. He passed that lesson to me. He said, 'People say something, do something'. 

Couple of weeks ago I read the book, ‘Think like a Freak’, by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner. I was surprised that there is a similar principle in economics, which mirrored what my father said. ‘People often say one thing and do another, or more precisely, we will say what we think other people want to hear and then in private do what we want’. In economics these are known as declared preferences and revealed preferences. There is often a hefty gap between the two.

Declared and revealed preferences become important when designing incentives. It involves a lot of effort to figure out the right incentives because, ‘People say something, do something else.’ The authors give several examples when an incentive backfired. One example was the cobra effect.

A British Lord in colonial India thought that there are too many cobras in Delhi. He offered cash for cobra skin. Indians bred and slaughtered cobras to cash the bounty. People will do everything they can to game the system, so rather being cross at their acts, appreciate their ingenuity and design a more clever incentive.

The other principle that is valid in today’s world is about failing fast, failing cheap and failing smart, on the path to success. We view quitting as being cowardly, but it is important to know when to quit.

The authors discuss about the sunk-cost fallacy or the Concorde fallacy, named after the supersonic airplane. The British and French Governments suspected that the Concorde was not economically viable but had spent too many billions to stop. It is tempting to believe that once you have invested heavily in something it is counterproductive to quit. So the next time, you are in a theatre, watching a boring movie, don’t waste anymore time watching it. You cannot get your money back, but at least you can save time.  

I enjoyed reading this book. The Freakonomics and Superfreakonomics authors came up with another great book. I recommend it for reading. 



------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Image from www.businsessinsider.com

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Fisherman's Cove, Chennai and Mamallapuram (Mahabalipuram)

'The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea', as quoted by Karen Blixen, a Danish author. 

Recently, I had the opportunity to visit Fisherman's Cove and Mahabalipuram, on a team offsite. This quote clung to my brain during the time I spent at Fisherman's Cove. No matter how many times I go to a beach, I am always amazed by the vastness of the sea, the mysteries beneath it and the power it holds in its waves. I am also soothed by the touch of the grainy sand beneath my feet and the steady hum of the waves, like the heartbeat of the sea. We stayed at Fisherman's Cove, on the first day of the trip.

On the second day we went on a day trip to Mahabalipuram. It is also known as Mamallapuram. We visited the Shore Temple, Krishna's Butter Ball and another monument at Mahabalipuram. The guide at Shore Temple mentioned that the Shore Temple has been standing for 1300 years. The locals feel proud that the Tsunami in 2004, has not affected the Shore Temple, but rather revealed new ruins. 

There were many vendors at the entrance of the Shore Temple. Most of them sold multi-colored chains and they were persistent in their quest of finding a buyer. When one of my colleagues who is a North Indian said that he does not want to buy anything in Kannada, the seller demanded in Hindi, that he should speak Tamil. Well, I guess it will take a little bit more time for the Tamilians to forgive the Kannadigas after the recent Amma jail episode.

The trip ended with lunch at Sarvana Bhavan and return trip to Bangalore in the Shatabdi Express. Tamil sambar is indeed tasty and different. The train journey was comfortable. Sometimes, I got the feeling that I was in a flight. The texture of the seats, the arrangement of the seats, the luggage racks on the top, the food service and the good suspension system of the train gave me a false in-flight experience.   

On the whole it was a great trip with the team!


Fisherman's Cove. Apt to it's name, a fisherman was fishing in the evening. 


The beach at Fisherman's Cove.



Vivanta by Taj at Fisherman's Cove.


The Shore Temple at Mahabalipuram


The newly found ruins after the 2004 Tsunami


The sculptures inside the Shore Temple



Arjuna's Penance


Krishna's Butter Ball. The stone stands on an inclination without rolling down


A temple at Mahabalipuram


Lunch at Sarvana Bhavan, close to Chennai

Saturday, November 1, 2014

The Birthday Gift - Part 2

Read Part 1 of the story here.

After Tom cleaned the room, he went to take a look at the Bonsai. He was surprised to see that the torn branch was attached to the stem with a white tape. He thought, ‘Mom should’ve done it.’ He touched the part with an intention to break it again. As soon as he did that, the tree opened his eyes, shouted, ‘Don’t do it!’, and almost bit Tom’s hand. Tom jumped back with fright. The trunk of the Bonsai shriveled and expanded as it spoke. 

The Bonsai shouted, ‘You harm me. I bite you', and showed its sharp wooden teeth.
A Bonsai that speaks! Tom mumbled, ‘You can speak!’
‘You bet!’
‘Do you…do you have a name?’
‘Biter’
‘Did my uncle make you?’
Tom’s uncle was a scientist. He remembered that the last time, he visited his lab; he was working around many plants.
‘Yes, made for you. I heard you hurt plants. Made to teach lesson.’

Tom swiped the sweat off his brow. The Bonsai shouted, ‘Water, water, water me or I bite you.’
Tom ran to the kitchen to fetch water. 
His mother asked, ‘Good morning Tom. What’s the hurry?’ 
Tom gasped and said, ‘The Bonsai, it speaks. It bites. Have to go. It needs water’, and left with a jug of water.

On the radio a man’s voice boomed. He said, ‘It was a routine day. I went to the forest preserve to cut a tree. I raised my axe. The tree’s branches snatched the axe from my hand. They wrapped around my neck and tried to kill me. I wiggled away from its grip. I was lucky.’ A woman’s voice said, ‘The trees are against us. The Government has to be blamed for creating these blood-thirsty creatures, in the name of self-defending trees.’

Tom’s mother reduced the volume on the radio. Her brother designed the perfect pet for Tom. A pet that barked orders.

The End.



The Biter

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Image from google images

The Birthday Gift - Part 1

It was Tom’s birthday. His mother decorated the home with balloons. Tom turned eight years old that day. He sat in front of his cake, with a knife in his hand. It had white icing, chocolate chips and seven colorful candles. His friends poured in with gifts. Tom’s uncle came as well. He had a huge gift in his hand. Tom couldn’t wait to cut the cake and open the presents. He cut the cake as everybody sang the birthday song. The cake was devoured within minutes.

After everybody left, Tom opened his presents. He got a remote controlled car, a small slate that sang rhymes, a Lego box set, a baseball bat and ball and a few other gifts, which he realized could have been recycled from their friends’ birthday gifts. Tom tried to lift  his uncle's gift, but it was too heavy for him. The cardboard box had big holes on four sides. He tore away the cover and wondered if it was a pet. He wanted a beagle.  

Tom opened the cardboard box. He found a Bonsai inside the box. Tom was disappointed. His mother looked at the gift and said, ‘Oh look! What a pretty Bonsai your uncle gave you. Let me help you carry it to your room. Let us keep it near the window so that it gets enough light to grow.’
Tom pushed the Bonsai away from him and said, ‘I want a puppy.’
Tom’s mother replied, ‘I know it my dear. A puppy will be a lot of work for me.’
‘No, it will not! I will feed it. I will take it for walks. I will clean up after it. There is no need for you to do any extra work.’
Tom’s mother ran her hand across his blond hair, which always pointed up, and looked into his big brown eyes. She said, ‘I know how much you want it. Let’s make a deal. You keep your room clean all year and I will get you a beagle next year.’

Tom’s mother took the Bonsai to his room, and placed it near the window. Tom was angry. His uncle should have understood better. He took out his anger on the Bonsai and tore a small branch, when his mother wasn't looking. Tom went to sleep, thinking about a name for his imaginary pet beagle.

The next morning when Tom woke up, he found mud tracks in his room, as though something walked around the room with wet muddy shoes. He wondered who that could be. He followed the tracks. They went all around his bed, to his cabinet where he stored his toys. All the toys were thrown around. For a moment, Tom speculated, if it was a thief, who came in from his window. Why would the thief search in his toy cupboard? May be one of his friends’ played a prank on him. Whatever the reason, he had to clean up the room before his mother saw it; otherwise his pet would be delayed by another year.

To be continued...Part 2 tomorrow.


The Bonsai, which Tom got as his birthday gift.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Image from google images

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Happy Diwali!

I asked a good friend of mine, who is from Meerut, 'I heard that North Indians give one another gifts for Diwali.'
He thought for some time and replied, 'We believe in receiving gifts, not giving.' That reply brought a smile on my face.

In the South, we feed one another gifts. We eat lot of sweets, of different flavors and colors, which make our tummies wider. We decorate the house with diyas (lamps) and burst crackers, in the evening. The crackers sizzle, pop, rumble and a few of them explode with thunderous sounds. (Any questions about environment are not encouraged) 

Diwali is an Indian festival, also known as the festival of lights. The diya (lamp) is the symbol for this festival. The light signifies victory of knowledge over ignorance and good over evil. There are different mythological roots to this festival. The North part of India, celebrates return of Lord Rama and Sita Devi to Ayodhya. In the South, the victory of Lord Krishna and his wife Satyabhama over the demon Narakasura is celebrated as Diwali. Diwali is mired by an age old controversy between male chauvinists and feminists.   

Narakasura is a demon, who gave no peace to the Gods and troubled them. On top of his bad attitude, he got a wish from Brahma, that he can be killed only by his Mother, Bhoodevi (Goddess Earth). Now, you must be thinking that he is undefeatable. But the Gods are smarter. Bhoodevi reincarnated on Earth as Satyabhama, wife of Lord Krishna. Krishna goes to war with Narakasura, with Satyabhama by his side. Narakasura injures Krishna with his trident in the battle. Krishna becomes unconscious. Satyabhama comes to defense of Krishna, shoots Narakasura with an arrow and kills him. 


The male chauvinists say that Krishna knows that Narakasura can be killed only by Satyabhama, which is why he pretends to become unconscious. The feminists like me argue that Satyabhama protected Krishna from Narakasura. Whatever the interpretation, I wish you all a 'Happy Diwali'. May the festival bring lot of light and happiness in your life. 

For all the folks, who don't want to put on weight. Devour these e-sweets.



For all the environment friendly folks. Celebrate this e-Diwali.


Bhoochakra, Vishnu Chakra


Chichubuddi, flower pot

Sparkler


Pencil Sparkler


Rocket



Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Land of Endless Possibilites

This is a short story, which can be part of an unfinished novel.  This story is one of my early morning musings.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Adam was in a huge room. The white walls extended on four sides. He paced up and down and wondered, ‘Where am I?’ The walls were so bright, that it hurt his eyes. His hands twitched. He thought, ‘How can I escape?’ He looked up and saw a small black door on the roof of the room. He thought, ‘It could be the escape door. How can I reach up there?’

Adam sat on the pristine white floor. He remembered the conversation with his sister, Malina. It was a fresh spring morning. Adam and Malina were walking together on the soft grass. Malina wore a long white dress, woven with intricate and delicate laces. She carried a white umbrella. Adam smiled and asked Malina, ‘Why do you need the umbrella? It is a beautiful sunny morning.’

Malina smiled as she stroked a red rose, and felt its smooth skin. She plucked a rose petal and replied, ‘You never know. This is a place of endless possibilities. Never forget that.’ She put the petal in her mouth. Adam thought she was childish. Malina looked up at the sky. The clouds gathered together, as though they are going to have a grand party. It grew dark and the clouds opened their bellies, bringing down big fat rain drops.

Adam wondered, ‘Is this truly a place of endless possibilities?’

Adam imagined himself to be a lizard, capable of climbing the walls and slipping past the black door on the roof. He went close to the white wall. He climbed on to it and on all fours, made his way to the top. He was not in a hurry to get out. He enjoyed climbing like a lizard. He saw the floor slipping away. He reached the black door and jerked the door open.

A gust of air touched Adam’s skin. He climbed out. He saw the green plains on one side. He stood on top of a tall rectangular white box. He thought, ‘How can I get down?’ Adam imagined himself to be a bird. He opened his arms and they were covered by translucent wings. He stepped down from the box into the air. As he fell down, he flapped his wings and soared across the sky. He flew across the blue skies until he saw Malina.

Malina sat in the garden on a white bench and sipped her tea. Adam landed close to Malina. She looked at him and smiled.
Adam said,’I made it.’
Malina replied, ‘Yes, I can see that.’
‘There are endless possibilities.’
Malina replied,’Yes, I told you so’, and winked.

                                              The End.

Friday, October 10, 2014

You Go Girl! - A Poem by Taslima Nasreen

Vogue India Magazine is celebrating it's Seventh Anniversary this October. The October Issue is dedicated to women's empowerment. They have a 62-page gallery which features over 150 prominent people (mostly women), with snippets of wisdom related to gender-bias and women empowerment issues. 

In the October issue, I read a poem written by Taslima Nasreen. The poem made me get up from my comfy sofa and write this post. The poem is beautiful, radical, inspiring and I bet will end with a chuckle.

They said-take it easy...
Said-calm down...
Said-stop talkin'...
Said-shut up...
They said-sit down...
Said-bow your head...
Said-keep on cryin', let the tears roll...
What should you do in response?
You should stand up now
Should stand right up
Hold your back straight
Hold your head high...
You should speak
Speak your mind
Speak it loudly
Scream!
You should scream so loud that they must run for cover
They will say-'You are shameless!'
When you hear that, just laugh...
They will say-'You have a loose character!'
When you hear that, just laugh louder...
They will say-'You are rotten!'
So just laugh, laugh even louder...
Hearing you laugh, they will shout,
'You are a whore!'
When they say that,
just put your hands on your hips,
stand firm and say
"Yes, yes, I am a whore!"
They will be shocked
They will stare in disbelief
They will wait for you to say more, much more...
The men amongst them will turn red and sweat.
The women amongst them will dream to be a whore like you."


Taslima Nasreen is a writer and a human rights activist

--------------------------------------------------------------------------
Image from google images