About Me

!nversed Poignancy!

...I am an eclectic amalgamation of many seemingly paradoxical things. This can be exemplified in both my seemingly endless persistance on many topics and arguments, as well as my careful cautiousness on other topics and arguments. This is largely due to how astute I am of the topic: more knowledge, more persistant; less knowledge, obviously more cautious. I also have times of obsessive compulsions regarding certain things (mostly just my thoughts, however)...

Life and Death

!nversed Poignancy!

Life

An assembly

Possibly impossible

Perfectly interchangeable..

Death

That lives most upright

Beyond the unspoken

Neither a squiggle nor a quibble..

She and Me

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She

A daffodil

Tyrannizer of me

Breaking the colors of dusk!..

Me

The rising sun

Infringed with violations

The impurity in the salt..

Love and Poetry!

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Love

A puerile desire

Buried in the heart

Never leaves..

Poetry

Sentimentally melodramatic

Cursively recursive

My thoughts idiotic!

You wanted a new spiral
A crystal born out of the fire
Was it for me or you?
This linear path is calling my name
And when i look back
It all seems the same

You never told me the difference
Between the sky and the ground below
Between destruction and growth
When the midlife crisis hits
And you've a baby on the way
All you'll hear me say is:
Been there, done that.
On the edge
What's real...what's not
Insanity hovers
Ready to devour

I can't change what I have seen
what I've done
The scars tell the story
far better than I

I can't change what I know
what I've heard
The fear engulfs
wearing me down

The hurt is real
I'm broken and torn
The memories consume
the craziness returns

The battle is on
I fight to keep control
They can't win
not again

I can't make it stop
they're in my head
All that they taught me
rages inside

Numbness takes over
that's all that's left
They're in control
I'll never be free

Nostalgia!

Scribbled by Bharath C On June 12, 2009 8 Thoughts have been Sprinkled!, Your Take?
I revive
as I discover new growth
they turn in
and remind me of my own
isn’t it amazing
that there is a January after December
when spring comes
briging forth new flowers
with smiles of joy
and lil butterflies
isn’t it amazing
how the simpler
things in life
give us pleasure
and isn’t it amazing
how we finally know

Mac or PC? Fess up, no need to be ashamed. You use a PC like the rest of us, don’t you? Fact is, every operating system is different, and every user needs something different to fit his/her needs exactly. That’s why there are so many different options (I mean, besides just bilking us for more money). Of course, with each new system come new problems as well. Nothing is perfect after all. Now the airlines are all in trouble. The government is bailing them out for now, but they really just need a change of leadership… So what happens if the operating system manufacturers built and ran airlines instead?

If Operating Systems Ran The Airlines…

UNIX Airways

Everyone brings one piece of the plane along when they come to the airport. They all go out on the runway and put the plane together piece by piece, arguing non-stop about what kind of plane they are supposed to be building.

Air DOS

Everybody pushes the airplane until it glides, then they jump on and let the plane coast until it hits the ground again. Then they push again, jump on again, and so on…

Mac Airlines

All the stewards, captains, baggage handlers, and ticket agents look and act exactly the same. Every time you ask questions about details, you are gently but firmly told that you don’t need to know, don’t want to know, and everything will be done for you without your ever having to know, so just shut up.

Windows Air

The terminal is pretty and colourful, with friendly stewards, easy baggage check and boarding, and a smooth take-off. After about 10 minutes in the air, the plane explodes with no warning whatsoever.

Windows NT Air

Just like Windows Air, but costs more, uses much bigger planes, and takes out all the other aircraft within a 40-mile radius when it explodes.

Windows XP Air

You turn up at the airport,which is under contract to only allow XP Air planes. All the aircraft are identical, brightly coloured and three times as big as they need to be. The signs are huge and all point the same way. Whichever way you go, someone pops up dressed in a cloak and pointed hat insisting you follow him. Your luggage and clothes are taken off you and replaced with an XP Air suit and suitcase identical to everyone around you as this is included in the exorbitant ticket cost. The aircraft will not take off until you have signed a contract. The inflight entertainment promised turns out to be the same Mickey Mouse cartoon repeated over and over again. You have to phone your travel agent before you can have a meal or drink. You are searched regularly throughout the flight. If you go to the toilet twice or more you get charged for a new ticket. No matter what destination you booked you will always end up crash landing at Whistler in Canada.

OSX Air:

You enter a white terminal, and all you can see is a woman sitting in the corner behind a white desk, you walk up to get your ticket. She smiles and says “Welcome to OS X Air, please allow us to take your picture”, at which point a camera in the wall you didn’t notice before takes your picture. “Thank you, here is your ticket” You are handed a minimalistic ticket with your picture at the top, it already has all of your information. A door opens to your right and you walk through. You enter a wide open space with one seat in the middle, you sit, listen to music and watch movies until the end of the flight. You never see any of the other passengers. You land, get off, and you say to yourself “wow, that was really nice, but I feel like something was missing”

Windows Vista Airlines:

You enter a good looking terminal with the largest planes you have ever seen. Every 10 feet a security officer appears and asks you if you are “sure” you want to continue walking to your plane and if you would like to cancel. Not sure what cancel would do, you continue walking and ask the agent at the desk why the planes are so big. After the security officer making sure you want to ask the question and you want to hear the answer, the agent replies that they are bigger because it makes customers feel better, but the planes are designed to fly twice as slow. Adding the size helped achieve the slow fly goal.

Once on the plane, every passenger has to be asked individually by the flight attendants if they are sure they want to take this flight. Then it is company policy that the captain asks the passengers collectively the same thing. After answering yes to so many questions, you are punched in the face by some stranger who when he asked “Are you sure you want me to punch you in the face? Cancel or Allow?” you instinctively say “Allow”.

After takeoff, the pilots realize that the landing gear driver wasn’t updated to work with the new plane. Therefore it is always stuck in the down position. This forces the plane to fly even slower, but the pilots are used to it and continue to fly the planes, hoping that soon the landing gear manufacturer will give out a landing gear driver update.

You arrive at your destination wishing you had used your reward miles with XP airlines rather than trying out this new carrier. A close friend, after hearing your story, mentions that Linux Air is a much better alternative and helps.

Linux Air

Disgruntled employees of all the other OS airlines decide to start their own airline. They build the planes, ticket counters, and pave the runways themselves. They charge a small fee to cover the cost of printing the ticket, but you can also download and print the ticket yourself.

When you board the plane, you are given a seat, four bolts, a wrench and a copy of the seat-HOWTO.html. Once settled, the fully adjustable seat is very comfortable, the plane leaves and arrives on time without a single problem, the in-flight meal is wonderful. You try to tell customers of the other airlines about the great trip, but all they can say is, “You had to do what with the seat?”

"In these tough economic times."

"How to survive the recession."

"Think like an entrepreneur."

"No recession here!" (And it's cousin, "What recession?")

We've made a bit of fun in the past about the tendency to fall back on certain catch phrases during "times like these." And it was funny to discuss while it was safely reduced to a bit on a marketing podcast. But having lived with it for a while, I'm not laughing anymore.

I'm a firm believer that advertising and news does more than just react to markets. What we read and see also shapes markets. And while I certainly wouldn't dream of laying the blame for our continuing downturn on the shoulders of a few writers, it's clear that this type of phrasing isn't helping.

Think like an entrepreneur? How does a phrase like this really help anyone? It's essentially saying that you need to be innovative and work hard, which is pretty much what every healthy business already does.

I can't tell you how many times I've heard this phrase as the cure to business ills — in both good times and bad. Yet the truth is that if things are going bad in your business, suddenly getting "innovative" doesn't change the economic situation of your core market. What does "get entrepreneurial" really say to a struggling business? It says, streamline, cut-back, layoff people and get lean, mean and aggressive. It's nothing more than a feel-good euphemism for what is already happening.

And don't get me started on the "What recession?" stuff! Talk about a mind-hump! Bravado like this ignores reality and encourages no one. Recession doesn't mean total collapse. Not every business is doing bad during a downturn. And taking this tact possibly even reveals a lack of foresight and planning for your own potential downturn in business.

Which brings me to my first point: Phrasing like this creates the false impression that you can "gut" your way out of the recession. It's more of the same "gung-ho, go after the big score" attitude that got us here in the first place. Instead, I believe that we should be taking a step back now and re-envisioning what the future of business will be. The real winners after the recession will be the ones who watch carefully and prepare themselves for the entirely new business landscape to come.
Well, until recently I had never thought about love,love-life, life with love,love without life..so on so forth of all the combinautrics that can be captured with these symbols of alphabets. However, just about a couple of days ago I was provoked [Well I mean provoked in terms of literature and mind flow :P] by a intruiging quote by a friend of mine, which basically involved the sophistications of quibbles with respect to why a person closest to you always hurts (in terms of betrayal) more than anyother jack-ass on this earth!. I felt that I would be able to put some thought flow on this and thus the prioritization factors earned it a place on my blog! [tadaan!]

Let begin it with a sense of uninitiation.Why is it that the intensity of hurt in betrayal is directly proportional to the love we had. Why does betrayal hurt so much, so much so that some people lose desire to love?. (PS : Well, the term "love" though through a lot of impurities and adulteration, [yeah, could mean adult-err-ation too :P ] has taken a different meaning oflate. But, the love that I am talking about can be of any form need not necessarily be the a love that defines a gender-binding realtionships)

When we love someone, that person becomes our own. There is always a sense of ownership. That is why one feels angry if one's loved one gets more involved with somebody else more than necessary. The sense of ownership and envy are essential to the process of love. It is easy to say that when you love someone, give him or her freedom, space and so on. But does that ever happen? That does not happen because we are asking for equal or more commitment from our loved one compared to what we give. I care so much for you; you are also supposed to care equally. I never hurt you; you are also not supposed to hurt me. We develop some kind of unsaid understanding. As the understanding becomes stronger, love becomes passionate and stronger. We all behave in this way in our life. Our loyalty to our school, our family, our country all comes out of this sense of commitment.

In love, the mind and the heart- logical and emotional feelings all are focused only on your object of love. It is an obsession when you think of nothing else but your loved one. This is main cause of pain after betrayal. Because you never could believe that your loved one could betray you. You had considered them to be far better and lovable than anybody else. How could he/she could this to me? That question keeps hammering your mind and you do not get any answer.

The grief of separation is equally strong. Your existence depended on your loved one and now he/she is no more there with you. That pain of separation is difficult to define in words. To avoid thinking about the loved one, people try many methods- join some group, do other activities, make new friends, and so on, but if the love was strong the person may remain a loner in a big crowd, because they have lost the foundation on which their life was being built.
Since the terms "recession" and "depression" first started making headlines in late 2007 (+/-) I've watched with horror as countless traders, analysts, flapping heads, journalists and other market participants blindly extrapolate historical patterns and apply them to our current situation. The most recent example I've seen (and my apologies as this is nowhere near the worst I've seen), is over at Clusterstock where Henry Blodget quotes Merrill strategist David Rosenberg (who, in fairness, actually includes some caveats):

It was extremely difficult for equity investors to make money in the decade following the June 1932 bottom. After the three-month rally (+75%) off the bottom in 1932, equity markets were extremely volatile and largely sideways for the next nine years. Keep in mind that the jury is still out as to whether the March 2009 lows were in fact the bottom, as was the case in 1932.

Generally, we find such failed "analysis" takes the form of:

"In 19xx, the ____ Index dropped __ % over __ months, _________ economic indicators were _________, so judging from history, we conclude that now, we should expect X, Y and Z..."

Now, were conditions today exactly, or at least mostly the same as they were during previous recessions/depressions, I could see how this sort of analysis might make sense. Contrary to the claims of others, I think its quite clear that global (and regional) dynamics and fundamentals are materially different than they have been at any earlier period of human history, which means these analyses constitute at least one type of logical fallacy, and are thus of little or dubious value. No doubt, I'm guilty of some of these myself, but that's another story altogether.

I won't go so far as to claim that such claims are useless, since they may reveal some information about investor behavior and psychology, which is for the most part unchanged over at least the past few centuries. However, this is hardly a redeeming quality of these poorly conceived - and even more-poorly used - forms of analysis.

No doubt both those who present and heed these arguments are suffering from at least one form of cognitive bias, although both are similarly blissfully ignorant of their own psychological predispositions and the like.

I'm of the belief that such forms of analysis - and those who propagate their use - do more harm than good insofar as almost any conclusion reached is, at best, a non sequitur, and may introduce or reinforce false beliefs to the investor population.

Alas, despite the painfully obvious errors inherent in such comparisons, I still see them far-too frequently, in places and from people who should know better.

Tip of the hat to those who avoid such poor analysis, wag of the finger to those who don't!

Once upon a time there was fun and college and everything seemed like it would go one the same way forever. You'd whisper secrets in the dark with friends, about who wanted who. What she was wearing. Where to road trip to. Adulthood, while looming large, still seemed a long, long way off. So you are cruising, feeling like the world is your playground, and you are still as immortal as you were in ninth grade. And then it happens, you are out somewhere, with friends, and someone says those three words:

"We're getting married."

She's talking too fast and he has his arm around her shoulders, and they are both proud. They have expectant faces because they are waiting for their congratulations. I said the first thing that came into me head, spitting the words through my mouthful of chicken fingers.

"Holy crap," I yelled and everyone turned around to look at me. "Congratulations," I say then to cover my tracks, maybe a little too loudly, but I've already done it. I've already shown my true feeling: shock.

The girls (I mean the girls who aren't me, the real girls who know how one is supposed to react to that sort of news) are cooing and giggling. The future bride is gobbling this up, basking in the warmth such news will cause, making everyone everyone else's girlfriend. Looks are shot around the table between the men, and myself. They say many things with their eyes. More than a few echo my original sentiment. Some are cynical. Some of the girls get depressed. They are thinking about the fact that they don't even have boyfriends. The future husband is oblivious to all of this. He is looking at his bride.

Why are we so shocked? Why does the news evoke so many different emotions in so many people? Just minutes before I had been telling sick jokes and there had been a raucous debate on whether "hooking up" is cool. Just minutes before we had been kids. It didn't matter if I clock in as the youngest at twenty-two. Or that we are all college graduates (or should be). There was nothing to differentiate us from any other group of students.

When your first set of friends gets married, it marks a turning point. Suddenly your friends are old enough to be married, which loosely translates to you being old enough to be married. Which again means that you are old enough for a lot of other things, too. Kids, mini-vans and mammograms. A real job.

None of us have any of these things yet. Some of my friends haven't even finished school. Many of our cars are falling apart, and most of us still live at home. Then our friends announce their engagement and we all wonder: Is there something wrong with the schedule we are on? Should we be finding mates? Is it time to buckle down and grow up? This idea scares us. We want to go on road trips and drink until we throw up. We want to spend weekends high. Married friends threaten our way of life because they make us question our current existence.

We congratulate them again. We really are happy for them, but they scare us. And someday, we will be like them, and we know this to be true, even while we deny it on the car ride home. We will grow up, but not yet.
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