I saw this Groupon kiosk at Navy Pier, Chicago. Catering mostly to the 'touristy' crowd I presume, who could explore and buy location/time specific deals.
What got me thinking was that it serves two very important stimulus to buy-
Instant Gratification- providing buyers what they want right 'now'; not later and not making them to wait.
Deals, Discounts!!
Will it be a success? I'm not quite sure... I just browsed the kiosk to see if the interface worked properly! :-)
But the realist in me find it quite hard to believe in the business model of a daily deal site (like Groupon). Afterall, the business of business remains the same i.e. to make money. As long as it doesn't lead to customer retention where is the return on the investments made in the form of deep discounts? Without any stable customer relationship there cannot be any Customer Lifetime Value (CLV) to start with, isn't it?
All I can see is a bunch of 'deal hunters' moving from one deal to another. Neither Groupon is winning nor the advertisers.
Day-Accomplished: Folder of Dreams: There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered. ~Nelson Mandela...
Synopsis:
The kidnapping of a prominent scientist, Ajay Saxena (Nazir Hussain) prompts the Chief of Secret Services (K.N. Singh) to assign flamboyant Agent Vinod (Mahendra Sandhu) to this case. While on this assignment, Vinod meets with Anju Saxena (Asha Sachdev). Together they confront the abductors of her dad, Madanlal (Iftekhar), with the help of Chandu alias James Bond (Jagdeep) and his gypsy girlfriend (Jayshree T.)
Just enrolled for an Amazon Prime membership which gives the following benefits-
1. Free Two-day Shipping
2. Instant Streaming of movies/TV shows
3. Instant access to '000s of Kindle Books
While still under the no-obligation period I tested it out by ordering some car accessories for my Honda Accord. The package arrived in 1 day flat! Can there be anything closer to that? Awesome is the word!! :)
Being regular shoppers in Amazon, I try to look at various coupon sites to get the best deals. Some of the websites that I trust are-
These sites aggregate all the deals the net has to offer and frankly speaking it saves me time, money and gives me the information that I need without any gimmicks.
With revenues topping $48 billion in 2011, and constant innovation to stay top of the competition curve it seems Amazon will continue to remain as World's Biggest Online Marketplace!
As someone who works on Business reporting along with the whole continuum of metrics and reports catering to multiple business functions, we are not immune to the paradigm shift happening in the BI and Analytics space. A shift brought about by two fairly recent developments- the phenomenal growth of iPads and tablet PCs usage over the last couple of years and the renewed business emphasis on making quicker business decisions- based on seamless data discovery in a convenient, easy-to-use format. Mobility and convergence are the key themes; the advent of tablets and iPads are incidental yet vital to its cause.
"Do you wanna know what comes between me and my Calvins?Nothing."
--this iconic line by a certain teenager named Brooke Shields catapulted her into instant fame and, in a way underlined the influence of brands in defining our social fabric.
DLF Emporio Mall, New Delhi
A gentle breeze swept across my face as I entered the DLF Emporio Mall in New Delhi. For one moment it felt like I was in another world- someplace like Milan's Via Monte Napoleone, London's Bond Street, or the venerable Fifth Avenue in New York... a smorgasbord of everything fashionable and haute! Emporio is India's answer to other International fashion capitals-- concierge service, 5-star ambience, presence of revered brands like Dior, Gucci, Armani and Louis Vuitton and a shopping experience that is purely world class. Having said that, Emporio Mall is targeting only the creamy layer of people in the Wealth pyramid, but it serves as a shining example of the good things happening with Indian Luxury retailing at present.
Every brand has a story to tell... and the aura of exclusivity coupled with high income elasticity of demand takes care of the economics for premium goods. Gone are the days when the typical well-heeled Indian had to travel overseas to buy their favorite designer labels or ask their non-resident friends to grab the stuffs from Duty-Free stores. Almost all major Indian metros are now warming up to premium and ultra premium retail experience although retail space still remains a prime concern. Due to prohibitive real estate prices, many of the premium labels are increasingly looking at operating from luxury malls than from 5-star hotels.
Key Challenges:
Lack of dedicated retail Space; fashion high street
Expensive real estate; which significantly hits the bottom-line
Increasing the client base; target the high income population
Improve service offering
Establishing 'Luxury' as a need among Indian customers
Victor Hugo once famously wrote- ‘One cannot resist an idea whose time has come’.
FDI in retail in India would have been one such idea. As India is eager to make the transition into a developed nation with a robust economy and infrastructure to sustain the growth, opening up the markets in the retail sector would have been the next logical step. But then history has its way of scripting a twist in the tale.
India as a concept of nationhood is quite paradoxical- we have some of the poorest people in the world surviving on zilch and some of the richest people in the world who feature prominently in the FORBES billionaire’s list. Just like we cannot translate western ethos into an Indian setting and hope that it will work every other time, similarly we cannot afford the type of Western influenced Pareto efficiencies in India where the competitive forces will work their way to some sort of efficiency equilibrium without intervention or supervision or guidance. For a nation of billion people what we really need is an all-inclusive equitable growth keeping in mind the needs of the bottom-of-the-pyramid socio-economic groups amongst others; this is not a matter of choice or convenience or dogmatic one-upmanship but a matter of polity based on our socialist moorings.
TIME magazine named 'The Protester' as the Person of the Year for 2011. India also had its share of protests with the common people getting together to voice their anguish and resentments. Some of those protests were bonafide, some were ill-timed and some were utterly uncalled for. The protest against FDI in retail by a vested section of the population was one such rare aberration. There has been a deluge of arguments and counterarguments from all the estates of the realm; everybody worth their value in salt is debating the introduction of FDI in the retail sector in India. If we were to believe the top brass of India Inc. then 51% FDI in multi-brand retail sector was meant to be a boon and would have provided maximum benefits to the farmers and the consumers (the set of people whose welfare should be of paramount importance). Alas! For now, we will continue to see pesticides being used by the farmers for all the wrong reasons going by the statistics in Maharashtra, Andhra Pradesh and a host of other states!!
The Indian retail market, which is pegged at $450billion, figures prominently in the boardroom discussions of all major retailers and CPG manufacturers. The burgeoning middle class population and increase in disposable income has made India a strategically important and a lucrative market for the foreign retailers to join in. Moreover, it is still a monumental challenge to address the supply chain dynamics in the agriculture/aquaculture sector in India. Some of the pain-points are-
Under-developed infrastructure
Over dependence on weather Gods
Numerous intermediaries without much value addition
Colossal losses due to lack of storing facilities
According to conservative estimates, close to 30-40 percent of India’s fruits/vegetables perish before they reach the end-consumers because of insufficient cold-storage facilities and poor transport infrastructure. These losses in turn, are passed on to the consumers who end up paying more than they bargained for. The wheel that can set the whole efficiency thing into motion is healthy competition- domestic or int’l. Foreign retailers would have brought their proven and effective supply chain methods, efficient inventory control, economies of scale and backward integration to the Indian retail scene. The homegrown retailers would have scaled up their operations to match the competition or risk being marginalized. The retail pie would have increased and positively impacted the food inflation rate, created countless jobs and resulted in the expansion of the realty sector in India with the creation of shopping districts and malls.
Contrary to what the anti-FDI lobby wants us to believe, the small retailers have always thrived in all other geographies where they already have modern format retailers. They are irreplaceable for the kind of service, inventory, unique credit system (salaried people could buy throughout a month and pay during salary day at zero % interest), free home delivery, and most of all- convenience!! Nothing can beat the neighborhood kirana store for those quick shopping needs. Realistically speaking, the small sundry retailers will survive, but we will definitely see some traction in the fledgling Indian large retail chains. Either they will be up for grabs or will have to constantly innovate to stay in business. By conservative estimates modern format retail stores would require a catchment of at-least a million people to make their venture profitable. This leaves out 72% of India which lives in the rural areas and smaller towns and they would continue to shop from the neighborhood retail shops.
The policy makers, through means of legislations can ensure that the legitimate rights of the 175 million farmers for better prices doesn’t get lost in the chaos. These agricultural producers are waiting to get a better deal for their yield- a gap that the organized retailer can fulfill through means of technology and economies of scale. Hence, throwing the FDI baby along with the bath water of opportunistic, myopic policies isn’t something that is advisable. Vested lobby groups representing the ill-informed group of wholesalers, retailers, middle-men and the lack of a political might put us back by eons. FDI would have given real benefits to the Consumers and the farmers and would have removed the unproductive, money wasting bottle-necks. Consumers would have saved money while shopping; farmers’ would have got a better price for their produces, jobs would have been created in the retail sector, Government would have got back millions in taxes which are evaded by the sundry retailers. Can we ask for more?
I’m not entirely sold out on the idea of FDI as a cure-all remedy for all thing retail in India. They must be regulated, controlled in such a way that the SMEs are not marginalized by means of cheaper imports alone. Level playing field is what is required so that we give consumers the choice- to buy better, cheaper, quality products. Having said that, I don’t prophesize the Wal-Marts and TESCOs of the world coming to India and closing down the neighborhood kirana store, the hole in the wall Mom and Pops, the mithaiwallah, the standalone saree shop. I am pretty confident that they will improvise, innovate, provide better service and continue to thrive. The existing distribution system is archaic yet it provides life’s essentials to places where there are no roads, no means of travel. That is India- we always have a jugaad way of managing things.
Change is not always bad or for that matter good- and more often than not there will be resistance against change- maintaining the status quo is part of our Indian-ness and in a queer way defines us. We need to look at things from a neutral frame of reference- the greatest good for the greatest numbers most of the times. FDI in retail is not a zero sum game between the foreign retailers and the home grown retail/wholesale businesses; it was never meant to be that way. Obviously as with every change there will be a bit of collateral damage and we will all have to live with. Let us give consumers the choice- the flexibility to make their choice- with whom they want to do business with.
I have high hopes for India and surely it deserves better in the coming days.
Recently I have written a blog on SKU Optimization which I would like to share.
Henry Ford once famously quipped about the Model T car in 1909- Any customer can have a car painted any color that he wants so long as it is black. As I hurriedly move around the aisle of the local Kroger Grocery store looking for a particular brand of I-forgot-what; I couldn't help but think that this was perhaps the best instance of SKU optimization ever done!
But this is 2011, and things have become a tad more complex ever since. CPG companies are looking to hold on to their market share- at the added cost of increasing their SKU portfolio; retailers are looking to streamline their aisles, lessening clutter and increasing their efficiency; and above all- customers are looking for simplicity in the choices they have once they enter the retail stores rather than the overwhelming assortment of confetti colored, similar looking products that craves for attention across the aisles. Read more at- http://www.infosysblogs.com/retail-cpg/2011/11/soap-makers_of_the_world_unite.html
Oct 14, 2010
Rendezvous with Oslo
Lively dew drops, brought to a standstill by frost... hurried morning walks and the child-like fascination with cold breaths... surreal yet real imageries...of a city unfolding bit by bit... A city that whispers- about the land and its people... A shadowy stranger, listening to those... and then like some sudden wave of cold... nothing was left to be said- but the stillness of frost!!
In the dusty lanes of Haridwar Rumbling with the echoes of the Om The smeared vermillion- ash and the karmic cycle of life and death All these I see; I being the spirit of the traveler
In the sunshine land of Goa The feni and the swaying palm leaves, blonde hippies and youthful rave Dancing to the tune of Galiyan Saakli Sonachi All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
Hindustan ka Dil- or call it Lutyen’s Delhi The stroke of the midnight hour, the unfurled tricolor in the Lal Qil'ah The days of the Raj, of Firangi Paani and Paranthe wali galiyas All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
In the land of the Rajas; bounded by the Thar Brave people long gone; but their legends still holding strong The azure of Jodhpur, the balletic poise of the Ghoomar All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
In the land of the mighty Hoogly The early morning daaks and the festivities of DurgaPujo Enthralled by the Bauls and the ektaras; and the crescendo beat of Tagore’s ekla chalo re All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
In the misty fog of the Lake Umiam Meghalaya- they call, the abode of the clouds The Strummin’ of the guitar and the alluring Miss Monalisa Lingdo All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
The birthplace of our Father, Gujarat it is- On the western front The salty desolateness of the Rann of Kutch, the holy Jyotirling of Somnath Temple The Dhoklas and the Theplas and the youthful beats of the Garba All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
Aamchi Mumbai- the Sapno ki Nagri-Of Stardust and Greasepaint The City that gives everything but takes some part of the soul in trade The Taj of Apollo Bunder and the teeming millions of the Churchgate station All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
Kashmir- the jannat on Earth, bounded by the Himalayas The boat ride on the Dal Lake, the coveted invite to the Wazwan feast Of Rogan Josh, saffron flavored Kahwah and the comfort of the shawl Cashmere All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
Karnataka- Of boiled beans and the Sword of Tippo Sultan The ruins of Hampi and the Vijayanagar Empire The mridangam, tambura and the kanjira and the divine gāyaki of Carnatic music All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
Assam- The land of the Red River and Blue Hills Of the Rhinos and the slopped beauty of the tea gardens The enchanting spirit of Rongali Bihu, bringing distant hearts together All these I see, I being the spirit of the traveler
I am- the spirit of the traveler I wander, I search, I seek; I tread the path unknown- far and wide Nameless; yet a chronicler of the living history I am alive within all, I am- the spirit of the traveler- unbound!
The intoxicated nowhere man lying in the dark, wet street
Oblivious to the slow life around
And the Kongs with blood red lips chewing kwai
the taxis crammed with comrades
ferrying them to never never land.
The abode of the clouds it’s called
and its crowning glory being Shi-llong.
The long winding roads
and the breathtaking view from Shillong peak.
The sails of the leisurely boats
In the silent waters of the lakeUmiam.
The Scottish cottages in its wooden antiquity
Remnants of the bygone days.
The beautiful damsels in Police Bazaar
dressed up for life’s carnival
their laughter fills the air...
and many a young hearts flutter.
Lazy Sunday morning
Sunbeam piercing through the clouds
cheerful birds and their fanciful flights
in the blue blue sky.
Beatles and ABBA joining hands with Dylan
music wafting from the antique radio in the porch.
People dressed and queuing up
to sing paeans to the Lord.
Old gents in tartan coats
with their smoking pipes akin to Sherlock
wrinkled, wizened and the signs of a good, relaxed life
ol' world charm and heart full of memories to hold onto.
The young widow with two tiny tots
Deserted by the guy whose promises meant so much once.
Bitter sweet is life's song
the crescendo intertwined with the low tunes.
Shillong gives so much to you
but it takes back some part of you too
some part of your heart… will forever belong
and roam around in the winding lanes of Shillong.
Shillong- mysterious, mesmerizing, enticing and a cloud capped dream.
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Kwai= betel nut in Khasi language Kong=Sister (mostly used as a dignified salutation for any unacquainted lady) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My tribute to the beautiful hill-station called Shillong (Capital of Meghalaya) where I’ve spent some of the best years of my life. Have tried to narrate some of the most enduring images of Shillong that I still hold close to my heart...
I was chatting with my friend online about some must-watch horror flicks and the usual suspects’ name came rolling… The Blair Witch Project, The Exorcist, Poltergeist, Rosemary’s baby etc etc. I recollected my first brush with cinematic horror… I was perhaps in Class 4-5 then… and we used to hire VCR player and cassettes during our summer vacations and such other times. The movie in question was The Evil Dead, which was highly ‘recommended’ by the movie rental person. We brought the movie along with 3-4 other movies from many genres like ‘action’, ‘adventure’, kids (Famous Five series). Even now my brothers make fun of me when they recollect that once I asked them to bring the Amitabh-in-aluminum movie named Ajooba (some Russian collaboration period drama)!! But the case in point is that we brought the Evil Dead VHS tape and started watching it around 830pm (late start to get the feel of horror more!!). In the movie… the hero, heroine and friends rents a secluded house which the previous owner has sold off at throwaway price… and from then onwards things got creepy… the death by numbers continued and in turn the dead friends turn into zombies and starts attacking the remaining ones… which started to give us goosebumps…
The childhood bravado was the only thing that prevented me from going hyper although my big bro closed his ears at the slightest hint of zombie action… his philosophy was perhaps NO HEAR, NO FEAR!!
In the later part of the movie, something happened that could not be described merely in words. The movie was a Hindi dub and hence many of the dialogues were lost in translation. One of the female leads was killed and became a zombie and was locked inside a cellar by the guy… she manages to break open the lock and starts singing a song… “Haal kaisa haie janaab ka.. kya khayal haie aapka…” in all her bloody elegance!! It was a piece of cinematic brilliance (!) and we all started laughing out loud… it was so hilarious… and for a moment we forgot that we were watching a horror flick!! So much so for my first experience of a horror movie!
As I was going through some of my childhood pics I remembered one incident that took place perhaps 13-14 years back... It was a windy winter afternoon and most of the neighborhood kids were busy making kites for the late afternoon showdown in the vast barren paddy fields in the other side of the locality across the forest. Suddenly a crazy brainwave struck my younger self then... why not make the biggest kite among all of the peer group... what I lacked in skill in making kites was more than made up by reams of colored paper, thin bamboo sticks and dollops of glue made from rice and starch!!
After various attempts at making a contraption that vaguely resembled an apology of a kite I finally succeeded and hold aloft my green colored kite that was atleast 1.5ft on all sides with a 1 meter long tail to add to the effect. I left it to dry in the Sun for sometime so that the glue sticks fast and then I could go to the battle ground where other warriors would display their stuffs and try hard to rule the skies with their confetti colored colorful kites.
Just then my cousin came home... he was a known semi-pro at kite flying and I offered him to have a first go at flying my kite. His eyes goggled out of the sockets when he saw the big kite... had it not been for the windy conditions it would have needed an engine to fly that heavy monster!!
After much coaxing and emotional blackmail he told that he will give it a shot. He told me to get the strings ready and then off we went with the green monster... after 10-15 mins across the forest and taking the short cut through the lake we entered the vast vast paddy fields where the yellowish cut stems of the harvested crops hinted at the imminent community feast and also that my birthday was not far off either!!
The wind almost pulled my woolen cap off as I ran backwards holding the kite as my cousin got ready to pull the strings (literally!!). The half-cut paddy stems made whitish scratch marks on my knees and below... but it was no way going to dampen my flying spirits. The cerulean sky was like a giant polka dot skirt... being dotted with tiny colorful kites of all hues and shapes and sizes and feverishly excited kids shouting and egging on their respective flight commanders.
My cousin struggled initially to launch the kite but as the wind grew stronger it was propelled into the orbit with much further ado... but since the other kites were the usual variety being light and small they became increasingly difficult to control and maneuver and most of the players tried to pull down their kites to save them from being torn apart. But my 'green-eyed monster' with the long pinkish tail was gaining height and was the monarch of all it surveyed. My cousin was shouting that the kite was so un-worthy that only an insane gust of wind could have lifted it up... I gave a sheepish grin and admired my creation flying majestically!! Just then my cousin gave me an offer that I couldn't refuse... he handed me the strings and told me to control the kite for sometime. O God I was so happy... it felt like I was flying along with the kite... in the open open sky!!
Just like any Bollywood potboiler there was a twist in the tale... a monster appeared... with fangs of fury and violence in its mind... the eagle zeroed down on my kite and in a cruel twist of fate it cut the string and off went my kite in a random tangent... and then the entire world passed into a blurred existence as I dropped my the string-box and ran after the kite... as fast as my small legs would carry me. My cousin took a while to get a grip on what's was happening amidst the cries of the other kids who kept on shouting that the big kite was cut off by the big bad bird. I ran past the silent stream, the forest and entered into our lane and then across the street to the other locality... and at the same time keeping an eye on the 'lost' kite being swept away by unfriendly winds. I could vaguely make out that my cousin was also running behind me... his concern was entirely on recovering me from my madness and not the kite... bt nevertheless he was there. I crossed the busy road and then into the narrow lane that leads to another barren field that closely resembled the paddy field where we were flying our kites. I looked around but somehow I lost track of the kite and it was nowhere to be seen... still wondering what might have happened to my dear kite. Dejected and drenched in a cold sweat I turned back to return home and could see my cousin huffing and puffing and swearing at me at my madness. But I was oblivious to his admonishments and my eyes were just searching for any signs of the kite. As we turned back to take the long walk home we could hear a group of kids shouting lustily and when we went near we could see a large green kite hanging from one of the branches of the tall tree. It was still trying to fly... more of a symbolic gesture but how I wanted my kite back. My cousin told all the kids that it was my kite and the entire story... they reluctantly agreed to buy the story and my cousin climbed the tree and got back the kite... 'my' kite!!
That night I kept on looking back at the kite and then fell asleep smiling. That was the last time the 'gentle giant' ever flew in the skies but the memory lingers on. I was the 'kite runner' for a day and I got my kite back... even an ill mannered eagle couldn't take away from me what was mine… ‘my kite’!!
When I looked at you across the crowded room And my eyes met yours I coerced time to come to a stall Baby at that moment... I lost myself!!
When under the moonlit night Amidst the sea and the palm grooves My fingers searched for and found yours baby at that moment I found myself!!
Your princess tresses and sweet sweet smile Ah! that heady feeling of your presence in my life You mean everything to me, perhaps I mean something to you too In that feeling baby let's lose ourselves for eternity!!
Words mayn’t be able to do justice to what I feel for you baby!!- Fonseca said
I mean I can say I LOVE YOU a thousand times but O good Lord how can I make you aware of that love even once.
Monica- Remember our dream darling? Many years down the line both of us will get old and gray… in the winters of our lives… still walking hand in hand… and the crimson Sun setting against the backdrop of the serene beach, not speaking a word yet having the most fulfilling discussions of our lives. When you are in love the whole universe shows us the signs…
Yeah I do believe- Fonseca gave her a soft hug and they clutched their hands together… in such a manner that they fitted into the gap of their fingers perfectly.
Remember our first flight together dear? Up above the sky… a trifle bit nearer to heaven we were… and after talking non-stop for a long time we just gazed at each other… eye to eye, heart to heart, soul to soul… as if time ceased to exist. Your eyes told me something very ethereal although it was incomprehensible to me at that moment.
When I reached home after that journey… in the stillness of the night, in my cozy room… I stared blankly at the darkness, listening to the queer sound that the autumn night brings alongwith it. I went back to those moments of our journey… the slow walk in Juhu beach, the heady feeling of your existence in my life, our dreams together et al. My thoughts stopped at the precise moment when we looked into each other’s eyes and everything else plunged into nothingness. What’s that feeling called, how can I describe the sensation? I couldn’t find an answer but then I thought… ‘Maybe she completes me’. And then I fell into a scrumptious slumber!!
Fonseca saw tears swelling in Monica’s eyes… he took out his kerchief and wiped her tears… and then they bought smiled, knowing in their hearts the true meaning of love… which cannot be fully described but can be felt between hearts!
‘I love you’—Fonseca whispered to Monica.
‘I love you too and you are perfect for me’—Monica’s lips quivered.
They came near to each other and in an instant spell of magic they became one with the universe in embrace.
1. Pyaasa—The love and life of a doomed poet… no one could have played the role better than Guru Dutt!! 2. Sholay— 2 good guys, 1 revengeful thakur, countless horses, 1 helluva villain. 1 Priceless movie!! 3. Jab We Met—Love finds its way… just like it happened for Geet and Aditya… and 2 kisses too!! 4. Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge—A movie for all lovestruck Senorita and Senora. Great music as well. 5. Dil Chahta Hai—Many years down the line when we’ll all be old we can select this movie and say proudly that this movie represents our youth, our dreams, our aspirations!! 6. Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam—Love is bitter sweet, Love is madness. Bhansali at his best. 7. Rang De Basanti—Partiotism for the Yuppies… 8. Maine Pyar Kiya—Even then I fell in love with Bhagyashree. Most gals of my generations fell instantly in love with Salman. Need to say more. Barjatyas’s ode to innocent love. 9. Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi—That 70’s story… doomed life story of 3 people in the midst of turbulent times who became victims of their own ideals perhaps. A must see. 10. Aradhana—The birth of the first superstar in Bollywood. Rajesh Khanna… the original lover boy. 11. Anand—In death Anand taught us how to live and cherish every moment. 12. Guide—Based on RK Narayan’s classic… this Vijay Anand flick was Dev Saab’s best and Waheeda Rehman looked like a timeless beauty. 13. Mr. India—My cho sweet childhood fav and fantasy… has all the nava-rasa of drama… Mogambo khush huwa… hats off to Shekhar Kapoor!! 14. Andaz Apna Apna/ Jaane Bhi Do Yaaro —The dumb and the dumber Bollywood style… 15. Masoom—Man, Woman and a Child… if you’ve a heart it will be touched… 16. Swades—SRK’s best performance… patriotism with pragmatism. 17. Golmaal/ Choti Si Baat -- An anti-thesis of the mindless humor… classic because of the inherent simplicity… adorable everyday characters… the hero as the aam aadmi!! 18. Parinda—Grim, dark tale of the underworld… riveting… you can almost feel the cold sweat rolling down your brow. 19. Ghayal—Pure animal aggression. Noone could have played the role better than Sunny. 20. Shree 420—A nation wakes up to independence. Alongwith it comes greed, dreams, simplicity, morals… 21. Guru—The lifestory of a man… an inspiration for a generation. 22. Munnabhai MBBS—Nothing like pure clean humor with a good message. Adorable characters Munna and his side-kick Circuit. 23. Border—An over the top patriotic movie… but always stirs the emotions within… 24. Lagaan/Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikander—The return of the prodigal son, the Underdog finally triumphs, the college romance and a bicycle race… and some fantastic music!! 25. Bombay— India’s unity in diversity told the inconvenient way!!
Narrowly missing out-- Taare Zameen Par, Do Aankhein Barah Haath
It was already twilight when I reached the Sukreshwar Ghat of the Brahmaputra river that flows through the heart of Guwahati. One could see the 4km long Saraighat bridge which connects the North and South Guwahati and Umananda Island (world’s smallest river island)… and dotted along the scenery were numerous small boats carrying dark shadows… resembling people… but faceless, nameless and with a sense of purpose that was perfectly alien to me.
The silent waves of the mighty river were such a sharp contrast to the fury it unleashes in Assam during Monsoon… but I can’t imagine Assam without the Luit criss crossing through the heart of Assam… it has inspired romance, poetry, nationalism, courage and prosperity and is one of the most potent symbols of the Asomiya identity.
I adjusted my new DSLR camera to a distant boat which was swaying in the gentle waves like a paper-boat and just then a few birds flew over the river with such mighty grace that I remained transfixed at them long after they disappeared into the distant sky… everyone returns to their home, to their roots... sooner or later… and we are all blessed to have something called Home. What is a human being without history, without roots we won’t know from where we are coming from and where we are going… this sense of earthiness overwhelmed me and I made a huge effort to detach myself from those thoughts for the moment and concentrate on clicking the fotos.
After clicking fotos to my heart’s content I went to the park on the banks of the Brahmaputra and sat down for a while… in introspection… about our lives in the Big city… my longing to come back to my home-city… I always felt that I belonged there.
And in the stillness of the night in my room… I slept off.. still thinking of the man rowing the small boat and disappearing into the fog...
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
~Bill Morgan, Jr.
As I waited for my Infy bus in the morning I was tingled by a cool gentle breeze. Winter has surely put a foot on nature’s door and waiting for the chance to welcome itself in.
Winter… ah… it always manages to bring such sweet laid back memories from the “Land of the Red River and Blue Hills”. The winter school holidays after the exams… the “chor-police” games in the nearby jungles… the night badminton games in our backyard replete with blazing lights and a motley crowd of country cousins cheering to their heart’s contents.
As we had a huge backyard in our compound we always hosted the ‘community feast’ during the New Year and “Bhogali Bihu”. It was a mélange of traditional Asomiya/Assamesse delicacies like masor tenga (Sour Fish gravy), poniya maangsho (thin gravied meat curry), bengena pura pitika (barbequed Egg-plant), homemade pickles and a host of other lip smacking items which were as much visual treat as for the taste buds. The mirthful time spent in front of fire-logs where we were told so many anecdotes and vignettes of Life will be there in my memory bank forever. And not to forget the sweet potatoes baked in the glowing ambers!! One story I vividly remember after all these years is-- how my dad’s best friend (during the mid-70s) was shot dead by a rickshaw-wallah due to some animosity while he was sitting next to my dad smoking cigarettes.
I remember my Mom knitting sweaters for myself and my 2 brothers (no sister) and the only difference (if any) would be the color of the yarn but the design would invariably remain the same. Maybe that was her way of showing her impartiality!!
I recollect myself sitting in the mid-day Sun after a bath and with the oil-soaked hair and all… I used to like Oranges very much those days and I always counted the number of slices in an orange and more the number of pieces the bigger was my childhood grin!! J
As I grew up I spent some years in Shillong—which being a picturesque hill station always gave me a sense of eternal Winter… the thick jackets, the hot jalebis, the small variety of chilly which always makes your nose to water… and the breeze that blows across one’s face.
I am eagerly waiting for the winter to set it in Bangalore … which will be a break from the sultry climate that Bangalore has witnessed the last few months.
When I visited Bangalore in 2000 I remember wearing a jacket to college in mid August… the weather was so pleasant then… the traffic was less… no malls… no multiplexes… but now things have changes for the better or worse.
Postscript:
1. My Birthday comes the week after New Year Eve and hence my love for winter season may be a bit biased!!
2. But now winters will also mean that I’ve grown one year older than last year!
3. The post title is a quote from the movie ~An Affair to Remember~
It happened to me some 4 years back while I was in my engineering days. I boarded a city bus and since there were no vacant seats I had to stand in the back side of the bus… to make matter worse the Guwahati buses have roof which are on the shorter side and being of a lanky kind (~6ft) I was finding it difficult to stand straight…After some time luckily I got a seat and was hoping there won't be much traffic enroute. Just then a young guy (~20-21 years) sitting next to me asked whether I was the same guy who won the Telegraph Open Quiz Show Regional finals which was conducted by Derek O'Brien's team a few weeks back. I was pleasantly surprised… and replied that I was the same person! It's a small world for sure…
Excerpts from The Telegraph newspaper:
Quizzing is sometimes like the 100-metre dash in the Olympics? It's all about speed and photo-finish. Three young men, calling themselves MI3, crossed the finish line a fraction of a second ahead in the tie-breaker to emerge winners in the Guwahati leg of TOPS on September 4. Jagat Jyoti Saikia, Manas and Biswajit, however, will not be able to make it to the Calcutta finals due to exams. Taking their place will be Vedanta, Pranami Tamuli and Hrishikesh Mali-- Class XI students of team Mensa, who came in second after losing the tie-breaker, despite tying with MI3 with 105 points after eight rounds..
After continuous quizzing from Class 4-5 onwards… and traversing the entire Quizzing life cycle… I can look back at some very sweet, satisfying moments… those calls from a gal who became a 'fan' after we went to her college n won a state level inter-college Quiz… to the more than 1.25 lakh rupees that I've won so far as prize money… to the hundred odd certificates and the newspaper clippings of our wins… to meeting stalwarts like Derek, Giri, Harsha… to the Pub Quizzes in Guwahati… and the quizzes that we used to organize in our backyard while in school where we used to save our pocket-money to buy prizes like fancy pens, posters and chocolates… to the over flowing cabinets at home full of golden silver medals n trophies n shields… to be taken in a procession with the winning trophy in a small locality after winning a Quiz organized in the memory of a young lad… being given so much respect by the departed guy's parents as if I have helped in his soul's eternal peace.And I still remember how a young lad cried after losing another Quiz to my team... those days we were quite invincible as far as quizzing was concerned!!It has been many years since this wonderful journey began... Old quizzers like old soldiers die hard… they just fade away into the sands of time… hope I can stay in the limelight a bit longer!!
In the Circle of life… the present soon becomes the past and reality takes the shape of memories… some gets faded over time and some remains… like some stray lines etched forever in stones!!
I was trying to rekindle the earliest recollection of my childhood… those halcyon days with my parents n brothers… and I could visualize flickering images of my neighborhood childhood school while I was in Upper KG (perhaps)… where my mom used to bring delectable lunch during the lunch breaks.
I also remember going to a magic show where the magician plucked imaginary coins just by pinching our bellies and how I dreamt of becoming a magician one day!! My maternal grandpa used to scare us by telling us stories about the ‘Red Eyed’ monster that was always lurking in the darkness near the olive tree in our backyard.
I still recall how my parents would illuminate our entire lane with more than 200 diyas during Diwali… and how my Dad would maneuver our 1947model Willy’s Jeep in the dark highways… zigzagging through the majestic tea-gardens on our way back after visiting our relatives during the festival time. My memory of those times comprise of a mélange of such charming images… which are permanently engraved in some deepest corner of my heart… and whenever I would look back at my life… taking a break from the din and bustle of the City life… I am sure those memories will always bring a smile to my face… and my heart would always leap up with immense joy!!
It was just another day... The same sunrise, and the same old life... The guitar and the lyrics... long forgotten and gathering dust
The swaying flowers in the gentle breeze in uncounted hues... and sweet sweet fragrances once took my breath away... but slowly they lost their charm like withered memories
Scruffy and in a daze... tired after the late night's sleep splashing my face with icy cold water... and glancing at my reflection after a long long time
The glint and the forgotten smile came back as if in a wonderful serendipity instant karma kissed me long and hard and embraced me till time came to a sweet pause
It's that wonderful feeling... that warms the heart's intimate corners Leaping up in countless emotions... to savor life... in blissful adoration!!
I saw this Groupon kiosk at Navy Pier, Chicago. Catering mostly to the 'touristy' crowd I presume, who could explore and buy location/time specific deals.
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