Jo Growth Hai So Khowat Hai?

This one will go down as a philosophical chatter-note on this space. There's no real reason for me to write today (though I am taking a lot of relief from Sunderland's spectacular 3-goal demolition of Chelsea ... at the Bridge!) ... and I fear that will make it another one of those non-directional, random, and heavy posts.

(post date: November 2010)

15th November, and while I was walking with the 'rural-dude' Taxi down the roads of Hiranandani, it started to rain ... and it was raining like it always does in Mumbai ... random, non-directional ... and heavy. Despite of having one umbrella between us (which was a luxury given that no one else on the street could be seen with an umbrella ... and it takes a real stupid person to carry one in November ... which was me in this case) ... we had to seek refuge at an ATM.

Now ... both Taxi and me have shared similar experiences in our college and working lives ... both were top notch lukhkhas in the campus, worked for multiple start-ups, and then decided to start our own businesses. Standing there at the ATM, we were gazing at the many Honda City's and BMW's ... and other cars ... and wondering the same thing, "Why the hell do these people buy these cars ... at all!"

Excuse#349: Infrastructure Issues in Indian Sports.

I don't think so! No, I don't.

Yesterday was yet another special day. Soon-to-be-married-and-I-am-so-happy-for-her good friend Mansi Pingle invited me over ato ITC, Parel to quietly attend a 'dual' press conference ... all about sports! The panel included Olympic Champions like the gracious javelin thrower (and Gold medallist in 1984) from the UK, Tessa Sanderson (I had no clue who this lady is till yesterday) ... boxer-bhai Vijender Singh, sports journalist Ayaz Memon, and a host of Olympians and Arjuna awardees. The audience included some more Olympians, and Arjuna Awardees .... one of whom was Viren Rasquinha (one more reason why I went to the conference, really).

(this post was keyed in 2009, btw).

Compared to how an evening full of sports should be ... yesterday was relatively dull. No wonder, then, that I found the good food to be one of the best things on the venue (they had stuff like cheese-balls, pastries, pav-bhaji ... etc. etc.) ... and I made sure I had a decent helping of that before the "godly-sports-noblemen" began their oh-so-boring-preaching about, "we will do something about sports in India ... to make India a sports power ... blah blah blah."

Towards Chu**yagiri!

I recently came across this fascinating study about happiness which proclaimed that the Danes are some of the happiest blokes in the world. Also, it's not a one time thing ... they have been topping the "Happiness Charts" for quite some time now. The reason? Here you go ...

"But why, researchers wondered, are Danes happier than Finns and Swedes, who share many of their traits, not to mention a similar culture and climate?

The answer is, in a word, expectations. Danes have low expectations and so 'year after year they are pleasantly surprised to find out that not everything is rotten in the state of Denmark,' says James W. Vaupel, a demographer who has investigated Danish bliss."

Makes sense, doesn't it? You can be ambitious, you can be working hard ... but please, keep your expectations low. Any Gita-bells ringing? "Karm ki chinta ... "? Hunh?

To say it mathematically, it seems like

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