Walking thro: Life with Anu

After 5 days of meticulous planning, it happens every weekend. If we work upon one thing, another problem crops up. Oh my God, is my life going to be like this throughout? This weekend, we fought badly on who should clean the wardrobe? It was her wardrobe and she could have maintained it well. Why did she put her trousers in the Saree holder? The moment I started cleaning, I started unearthing useless treasures. What is the use of keeping the wrapper of chocolate I gifted 4 years ago, when there was no sweetness now? I stepped out and got into my car. I ignited the engine & turned off my mobile. I drove like crazy through the roads of Chennai. The car went through the Nungambakkam high road, R.K. Salai. Our CA institute is located in Nungambakkam high road. When I crossed ‘Café Coffee Day’ in Isphahani centre, ‘Sridhar & Santhanam office’ (where I did my CA articleship) my mind started recollecting the old memories. Like it happens in most of the Tamil movies, the images before me blurred, helping my mind to walk thro’ the past.

The first decade of my life went without making any mark as I hardly remember my childhood days. The second decade was flat with not much of happenings, I was neither bright nor a back bencher. The end of second decade or the earlier 20s was similar to a roller coaster ride with excitement lasting only for a nano second while boredom lasted more than the time I asked for. I was away from my parents and had to take care myself. This sudden independence hit me hard and I struggled to overcome the emotions. Studies were no longer a cake walk and Peer pressure only led to blood pressure. I failed in my professional degree and diagnosed with severe kidney infection in the year 2004. I did not want to wander around this planet as a loser & questions about the reason of my existence was heard within. The future looked bleak as I was confident that things would only get worse.

It was at this time, I met a gal in the office where I did my CA articleship. It was August 2004 but believe me I forgot the exact date of re-birth. She joined our office as an article clerk. It was my ‘Crush at first site’. I went around my office to take some water or carry loads of file in an effort to get the glimpse of her beauty but she was deeply engrossed in ‘Sherlock Homes’. As a teenager I dreamt of a gal who could look modern at the same time traditional. She perfectly fitted the bill. I did not want to get the impression as ‘flirt’ in my first meeting itself which really held me back from proceeding further.

All article clerks stationed in Chennai for audits should attend the Saturday class in our CA firm, but the real reason for many was to meet & greet our fellow colleagues. These Saturday classes acted as a perfect stage for introducing the new joinees & in one such class I was introduced to this gal. ‘Hi. My Name is Anusha, what’s yours?’ was the question from her. I did not forget my name but took time to respond as my mind concatenated both our names. There were some arms length dialogues but soon we dispersed. My friends started realizing the sudden change in my behavior as I became a regular attendee for these Saturday classes. My eyes even glued to some of the all time ‘Mokkai’ romantic scenes in the Tamil movies.

Months rolled, vehicles went for service and I grew in size, thanks to all those ‘OC Saapadu’ provided by the clients. But nothing progressed on Anusha’s side except for the meetings during Saturday classes. The one major problem with Anusha is that she gets friends in seconds and before you realize that she starts talking about things showing decades of familiarity. During this time, I also noticed another junior article clerk becoming more and more close to her. Their private chats near our office staircase, exchange of foods, pleasantries made me fuming. There were times when we had ‘one on one’ but several such meetings went without making any impact or impression.

I had a friend in my articleship firm whom we call as ‘Gossip Galore’. He is a creator and disseminator of gossips. The funny part is that he extracts information from people as a trustworthy friend but duly pass on that information to others with a ‘confidentiality’ tag. People throng him for the latest gossips so was I. I came to know a lot of ‘not so good’ things about Anusha’s friend, some of them might not be true also. It seemed that he commented about Anusha’s duck walk style, flirting nature, immaturity etc but it deeply affected me. I was not bad enough to let Anusha know about these as I did not want to take the shortest and cheapest route to woo her.

This is when I got a chance to meet her in our head office in R.K. Salai. I was working on an audit report and she came to hand over her audit files. Resting those butterflies in my abdomen, I began the conversation. This conversation starting from Reception, extended to the lobby, staircase and finally till the parking lot. From work related issues, the conversation slowly went onto discuss about friends and in this course I learnt that Anusha was really sad about her friend distancing him from her with an indifference behavior. I should say that it was not a well planned conversation but something forced me to tell about all those gossips & comments which I heard about her through my friend. Thinking myself as a caretaker, I was gracious enough to shower her with my advices. I asked Anusha to be careful with such “wrong (?)” friendships, driving a point that I can be a trustworthy friend. Anusha was certainly impressed and with a twinkle in her eyes she acknowledged my advices. When she moved her vehicle from the parking lot I was sure that she was moved. This meeting was a milestone in our relationship. I was elevated as her ‘Best Friend’ from just being a ‘friend’ (which she had in dozens).

We started losing our self in each other’s company. The free SMSs for the day were exhausted within hours. Since I was senior to her, I made sure that I help in her office work. The best friend category is the most confusing relationship category as it falls between ‘Friend’ and ‘Love’. She called me one day to her client office which was in Spencer Plaza and gave her diary. I went to her house once to give my company law notes and she introduced me to her mom. She used to make surprise visits to my client office to meet me. We used to talk about office, CA exams/test papers, family, food, dress etc but we never fail to suffix one word in all our messages. Our messages used to end with a bolded word ‘Friend’, may be an effort to fence ourselves. For me who took the relationship till this level, the reality suddenly started to hurt. I was still doing my CA final, having a huge responsibility to take care of my family which includes my physically challenged sister. My family is a Brahmin Iyer family and is very conservative. Love marriages are a big NO and I always had a ‘Dad-phobia’.

I was neither able to break this relationship nor wanted to continue. I used to take pledge on each morning not to message Anusha and those promises were found broken on the very next moment I get a message from her.

My Vizag trip was the next milestone in our relationship. Some say ‘Distance connects people’. It happened in my life too. I was asked to go to ‘Taj Vizagapatnam’ for an internal audit. I have been to this place earlier during my first year articleship with Praveena (whom I regard as my mentor) and I just loved the experience. This time, when I was asked to go, I was not enthralled, the one and only reason being Anusha. I told her not to message me as I had to incur huge roaming charges. She did not appreciate it but since I had to pay for my mobile bills from my stipend money of Rs. 675 per month, she had to agree to my request. I left Chennai with a heavy heart and a swollen throat. One day, Anusha had an accident. When she was returning from her client office, she fell into an open drainage. Her left leg got struck and she was pulled from it by the bystanders. I was apprehensive for the whole day and was getting hour by hour update from her. Several years later, when Anusha told me that this particular incident and my gesture made a huge impact, all I could do was to thank the Chennai corporation drainage workers. :)

This was December 2005, ie 5 months of our relationship as “best friends”. Meeting Anusha in the morning and evening was my regular routine. This apart, we use to meet each other in our client offices. I bought a new two wheeler. I discovered the world with Anusha in my ‘Discover’ bike. From Nungambakkam to Villivakkam, from Marina to Elliotts, with her I felt the distance has shrunk. The ‘Café Coffee Day’ in Ispahani Centre used to be the famous hangout in Chennai those times. She was little hesitant when I called her for a coffee but finally accepted it after minutes of persuasion. She followed me in her scooter and I was showing all those road signs I learnt in my driving school to impress her with my road sense. In the coffee shop, she clicked me in her mobile cam to check the camera clarity but I understood the real intention. Even today when I see the ‘Café Nirvana’ in the CCD menu, I recollect those old good times.

We both realized that we were not just ‘friends’. Starring at her constantly, holding her hand, touching her feet, tell me in which planet a ‘best friend’ would do? Proposing to her was the natural progression & it happened on midnight of 24th December 2005. These were the messages:
Anusha: Where are we leading to?
Me: I did not understand your question
Anusha: Where are we leading to??
Me: You know, Harish Bhattad asked me if we are in love
Anusha: What did you respond?
Me: I did not respond
Anusha: What will you respond if I ask you this?
Anusha: Hello??
Me: To some extent, YES
After this, there was no response from her for an hour. She (Bluddi women!!) told me months later that she was checking it with Veena (her best friend) on what to respond. She asked me to meet her in ‘Hot Breads’ the next day afternoon. She did not say ‘yes’ and did not say ‘No’. But these are all enough hints that she is in love. I celebrated it yet took several efforts to make her to say that explicitly.

Over to Aug 2011: There was a huge gathering near Gandhi statue in Marina. People were holding the flag and protesting for the government proposed Lokpal bill. Their slogans woke me up mentally, from the deep slumber. Is that Anu in a white dress standing near the light house, messaging someone? She must be messaging me as im really late today. No, no that’s not possible. She is at my home. I fought with her and came here. I switched off my mobile too, how rude?! She must be really upset. I switched on my mobile.
Anu (that’s how I call her now): Where are we leading to?
Me: I did not understand your question
Anu: Where are we leading to??
Me: You know what, I asked myself today if we are in love still
Anu: So what’s your answer?
Anu: What will you respond if I ask you this? To some extent YES?
Me: Im crazy about you Anu. It’s been 4.5 of years of life with you. There were several ups and downs. But who said, “Nothing is constant except change”. I took a U turn and no one is stopping me now. Life is in full throttle!!!

- Hari

SIZE ZERO: what not to do for weight reduction?

All work and no play made my friend Srini an obese boy. Coming from a small town in Tamilnad, he was extremely dedicated, thin but well built. An excessive dose of socializing with friends, recently found obsession with junk foods and an ever changing bio from IST to GMT to EST took a toll on his health.

He likes to walk but his wake up time which varies anytime between 6 in the morning and 3 in the evening screws up his schedule. He wants to diet but beyond 9PM there are no diet burgers & pizzas available in the cafeteria. He went to gym but being a couch potato in the treadmill he attracted lot of eyeballs and this enhanced attention kept him away from it. He bought a Sauna Belt for Rs. 2999 after spending 2 hours in an online auction. But the effect of the Sauna belt on his tummy was such that he slept a whole night without switching off the belt & the next day it was charred beyond recognition without burning his calories. He subscribed to a weight reduction program in a slimming clinic burning his pocket. He realized that it was ‘Very Limited Calorie Cut’ clinic only after months of stopover.

The transformation from ‘sexy’ Srini to ‘Sizeable’ Srini affected his morale. His dating schedule went haywire & he was deceived by his gal friends. He was crossing the marriage cut-off date of 28 but his matrimonial page had least number of hits, that too unintentional ones! His concentration was affected which started showing up in his work performance. He started getting anxiety problems and soon a heap of health issues followed. Srini was soon shown the door!!

Welcome to new age life style disease called ‘obesity’. Increase in waist size? Some call it as ‘sign of prosperity’. Actually, it is a sign of ‘short term’ prosperity. Some of the finest form of art lost its importance due to mechanization ever since the Industrial revolution took place in Great Britain. The life style is refined and innovation results in more sophistication. Almost all the physical activities are now replaced by machines. This new found life style will be sustainable only if it is a healthy. There are easy ways for a healthy lifestyle such as workouts, dieting etc but the easiest way is to stay ‘Normal’. Srini walked on the treadmill for one kilometer while he took an ‘auto’ to reach his cab pickup point which is a stone throw away from his home. Srini lived in an air-conditioned apartment usually keeping his room dark watching the television all day but pop in to the ‘oxygen’ parlor twice a week. He put his bicycle in a scrap yard and got a pulsar only to start the cycling again in an AC gym. There is no quick way for weight reduction but there are easier ways to it.

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So what’s Srini doing these days? He runs a consulting company & takes classes about ‘Myths in weight reduction’. The famous enrollment program which made him millionaire today is ‘What NOT to do for weight reduction!’

- Hari

The Fast and Furious

Advice always comes free. The older generation’s preaching always begins with ‘During my days’ or ‘When I was young’ kind of statements which is ridiculous, absurd and highly irritating. That’s because the days have changed and so is our lifestyle. Our standard of living has changed drastically and the present generation has several challenges to cope with, which were either non-existent or irrelevant that point in time. The most formidable issues are ‘communication’ and ‘commutation’.
We have 3G internet connections, WiFi and smartphones, so whats the problem with communication? My friend has registered his profile in a matrimonial website. He knows that bride hunting is the most difficult task currently, than job hunting. He uses his datacard and look for an update on a daily basis. The downloading speed is so high that he loses his potential/shortlisted bride before his computer contacts the server. The fact that Ratan Tata and Anil Ambani are playing the spoilsport on his engagement plan makes him fuming. My other friend uses ‘facebook’ extensively. So much so, he even kept his status message once which read as ‘My rectum problem and loose tools, sucks!’. He has his ardent followers and his facebook showed 3 of his friends liking his comments and one of them suggesting him to take some pills. He got a smartphone from an upmarket area in Chennai known as ‘Ritchie’ street for Rs. 6999. He is in depression and feels like ‘hanging’ everytime this Korean handset ‘hangs’ due to his multi-tasking exercise. But I have another friend who is not gadget guru but he is terribly worried on his monthly telephone bills. He just uses a simple basic mobile (May be 1G?) and looking at his mobile bills I asked him if he is looking someone? Then I came to know about this weird disease of making calls to Music channels and dedicating a song. This guy gets goosebumps everytime his voice is heard from his idiot box, but the chance of making it is as difficult as Grammy! Most of the time one will be in the queue which explains the reason for his skyrocketing mobile bills.
The other problem is commutation. We are all married to Indian roads as we spend most of our time on roads which is more than the time we spend at home. The traffic pattern on the particular morning will determine your rest of the day. On a busy weekday, my friend was first to hit the stop line when the signal tuned red in the ‘Tidel Park’ junction in Chennai’s OMR. He has greater responsibilities now as he has to speed up his car within a nano second once the signal turns green. The tension started building up and his blood started rushing out from his cardiac wall, as if a man waiting in a marathon. The time meter below the signal was showing 10 seconds (ie 10 seconds for the signal to turn green). He started accelerating and his foot was moving away from the clutch pedal. The signal turned ‘green’ and he released his clutch pedal when all the hell broke loose. His car stopped! ‘SHITTTTT’, he yelled at ‘Henry Ford’ and switched on his engines. When he attempted to release the clutch, the car stopped again, this time followed with huge honking from the vehicles behind him. One auto driver came near and started showing some signs with his face as horror as Malinga’s when he ‘throws’ his ball. The traffic cop from the other end came fast and gave his share of bad mouth. He reached office finally thinking about his bad day. When his laptop did not boot properly, he passed it nicely to his subordinate whose vehicle passed all signals successfully that day.
I stopped my car one day when the signal tuned ‘orange’. Bang! A call taxi hit me from behind and before I could react, he started shouting at me. The fault is ‘I stopped at the signal when it was only orange’ and this guy was coming at 100 kmph. The cop who intervened got Rs. 500 from the call taxi driver for overspeeding and Rs. 500 from me for not having the number plate in the rear side. (PS: The number plate was damaged only due to this incident or should I say accident?!)
So tell me guys! The next time you hear out from a grey hair about the today’s tech advantage and their olden golden age, will you recommend my blog?

- Hari

Students freak out

On a busy day when the place was buzzing with activity, a group of students joined to celebrate ‘Bus’ day, a mad idea in vogue only in Madras. The students hijacked the bus, forced the inmates to hop out, climbed over the roof and started dancing, singing all in presence of the police personnel. The driver of the bus was threatened at pen point not to accelerate. The traffic became haywire and came to standstill; Office goers, school kids, ambulance services, senior citizens were all at their mercy. I came to know that they were from nearby ‘Pachaiyappa college’ an institution dedicated for graduating rowdies. Only couple of days ago, these students joined their professors for a protest against the proposed metro station near their vicinity, as they feared destruction of green cover which they claim, are used for studying (!)

The ‘bus day’ is basically a thank giving day for the MTC buses which these students use free of cost to woo women, rag/tease people and do all kind of rubbish in the course of their graduation. In Karnataka the bus day is celebrated to encourage people to take public transportation, but here in Chennai, in the name of thanksgiving the seats of the buses are torn & window panes are broken, to give the loss making a MTC a real run for their money. ‘Your right to swing your fist ends where my nose begins’ is a famous quote. The nose cut and the bleeding mouth due to this barbaric act is nothing but the blow to this democracy.

God or Dog’s own country

My cousin married a Russian and visited Chennai. Our society, like our habit is very reluctant to ‘change’. It does not allow someone to be in his/her own way. A student who meticulously mugs up & scores 99.9% is appreciated while it looks down someone who fairs poor in studies & pursues his/her interest or ambition outside the school curriculum. School topper or college topper at the age of 16, a salaried job in a top notch IT company, arranged marriage at 26 years, own house & children at 30 years are some of the unwritten ‘standard operating’ model. A person departing from this model will occupy the hot seat of all speculations especially in family functions like marriages. Some of my cousin’s close relatives though initially not very happy about his love marriage started realizing the true essentials of a happy engagement which is (a) A boy and (b) A Gal. Religion, language, nationality etc is of no relevance and they are just ‘add ons’ to a married life.

We received her with a warm welcome. We showed her the glassy skyscrapers, grade separators, Air conditioned buses in Chennai. She in turn enquired more about the slums, cattle & people on the streets, may be, hangover from the Oscar winning movie which showed this country in grim, poor light. She asked me to describe the inequality in India in a nutshell. Im taking two scenarios to describe this which I could not do when she asked:

1. My friend Srinivas is not a happy man because of his kid ‘Adithya’ (‘H” silent). He checks his fortune driving his “Fortuner” at every sight of a petty shop in Navi Mumbai. Unfortunately, he could not find even a single ‘Air filling station’ for his kid’s bicycle. His earlier suggestion of a motorized cycle was turned down by ‘Adithya’. The plan B of tubeless tyres is yet to materialize. He lives in an integrated township which has Sauna, Jacuzzi, Spa, Acupunctured walkway, a multiplex, school, mall, tennis court, swimming pool but nothing satisfies ‘Adithya’, more than a joy ride in his cycle. Adding fuel to fire, his service lift often breaks down and Srinivas has to carry the cycle to 15th floor, which overlooks the sea. Though this may help Srinivas to bring down his BMI below 30, he is more than happy to pay Rs. 45,000 for a comprehensive weight reduction program in VLCC.
   
2. My maid’s neighbour VelMurugan is not a happy man. Not because his house, which his family was occupying for generations was bull dozed by the government to give way for a new ‘Multi Level Car Parking’. Not because he was relocated (of-course forcefully) to a place called ‘Semmencherry’, 30 kilometers away from his erstwhile house thus losing his job and livelihood. Not because of his wife who keeps complaining about the drunken men in their locality, poor sanitation, water & overflowing sewage, overshooting monthly family budget; It’s because of his one and only son ‘Tamil selvan’ (Read Tamil as Tamizh) who profusely cries as his old cycle tyre with which he plays is lost in the transit! Also he could not meet his old pals with whom he plays Gilli on the street overlooking the Cooum river!

For people like my cousin’s wife, the real estate development in India might sound weird. The real estate in India is more ‘investor’ driven rather than end user driven. (The government may even give tax exemptions for these real estate developers under SEZ provisions since they engage in rendering service outside India). The inclination towards foreign investors is perhaps the reason we find more Posh apartments and villas in a country where significant junk of the people are lower class or below poverty line. The government spends crores and crores of money in relocating people from slums to make India ‘slum free’. On the other hand due to migrations towards metropolis and lack of housing for these economically weaker sections, more slums are being formed.

The real ghost towns are not just in China but also in India. This is because in the so called new age ‘integrated townships’ the apartments are mostly vacant since the owner lives in developed country like US or Singapore and parking their deposits in developing country like ours. But for India’s facebook account if the status has to become ‘Developed’ all we need is an ‘inclusive’ REAL growth.

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Hari

Endhiran- Titbits

From the desk of a KamalHassan Fan: The anxiety of watching the most hyped and most expected movie of the year “Endhiran- The Robot” the next day made that night sleepless. After watching the movie I was speechless. Each and every frame of this movie has been carefully crafted and with a whopping budget of 150 crores this movie has all ingredients to keep the cash registers ringing. Im not going to write a review but here is my ‘TAKE’ on this movie:

I never imagined a Rajni movie without punch dialogues & ‘Kuthu’ Pattu. This movie does not have single scene on the superstar’s mass image & star value. The superstar deserves a standing ovation for accepting a run of the mill character without giving a damn thought to his image. There is no introduction song & even the intro scene is straight forward!

This movie has raised the bar & sets new benchmarks. The younger heroes like Vijay, Ajith who are into image trap & fight for the superstar status by giving filthy ‘masala’ movies one after the other should take cue before they are thrashed down by the audience.

The theme is global. The director has purposefully avoided regional specific scenes. Prima facie, good commercial strategy! The location includes Marine drive, Bandra-worli sea link to give pan India feel.

The second half of the movie has too many animations & the CG on the climax goes little overboard. A little pruning would have done wonders.

The audiences were either engrossed in the movie or not in the position to take sides (Good Vs bad Rajni). Surprisingly they remained a silent spectator and within 5 minutes the whistle sounds subsided.

Rajni has performed some fabulous fights & the chitti dance song in which he dances like MJ are definitely a treat to eyes.

My friend told me that this movie is loosely based on ‘En Iniya Iyandira’ a famous fiction written by Sujata. But for the writer’s help Robert would have been a machine without battery. AR Rahman’s music won’t stand the test of time.

I spent 100 bucks for the 3 hour movie. Definitely price worthy. I will give thumps up with my punch ‘REPEATU’

Dot!

Go for IT or ‘GO’ for IT?

When I told that my neighbour was an IT commissioner, my friend was quick to ask, 'Wasn’t that a strange designation? I know Program manager, Team manager but how is this designation ‘commissioner’ going well with the customer?’ I clarified to him that ‘IT’ can also mean ‘Income tax’ and not just ‘Information technology’. Such is the power of IT (Henceforth mean only ‘Information Technology’) that every young Indian identifies the word with software companies.

I met my friend after a long time. The person who was once roaming around the ‘agraharams’ of Mylapore with a six yard dhoti was seen wearing a ‘Tommy Hilfiger’ T-shirt & a low waist jean. The boot actually weight lifted him by 3 inches with the Woodlands logo clearly visible. With the sign of prosperity - the tummy and a French beard he addressed me ‘Dude’. His transformation has been phenomenal & no wonder why every graduate wants to join an IT company, whatsoever his/her specialization is.

When Texas Instruments started in late 80s, no one would have guessed that the IT offshore market would cross $50Bn someday. Currently, 4% of our GDP & one fifth of our total exports are contributed by IT industry. Close to 2.5M Indians are employed in these companies, which translate to 1.25 crores direct dependency. (assumed for 1 earning member, there are 4 dependents). Over $12Bn of the total offshore revenue comes from BPO & going by the logic of $24K average realization per employee, the total dependent population of BPO comes to 26 lacs. When one talks about India’s growth story, the reference to IT/ITES is inevitable. The boom here propelled real estate, retail, tourism, automobile, travel/transportation, financial sectors thereby creating a multiplier effect.

This industry is growing but will India continue the momentum & retain its pie?
The US government has increased the Visa fee. Mr. Obama has started threatening the companies which are outsourcing jobs about the withdrawal of tax benefits. The Ohio government recently banned outsourcing. Though this may not have a significant financial impact in the short or medium term, one cannot rule out the psychological effect of these protectionist trends since US geography contributes more than 60% of Indian IT company’s revenues.

Only few years back the word ‘Bangalored’ meant job outsourced to India. That’s coz India remained the top outsourcing destination for the world. Today we have several countries like Brazil, Philippines, Mexico, and Vietnam which are giving stiff competition to India. Take for instance, China! The Communist government declared 20 destinations as outsourcing hubs & declared IT as their priority sector. Considering the aggressiveness the Chinese shows, we cannot really rest on the advantages which we naturally inherited like language, work culture etc. In a recent analysis, Gartner has mentioned that India’s share in outsourcing may reduce to 60% from the current 80 – 90%. Indian IT Company’s buzz word today is ‘Near shoring’. All major Indian IT biggies such as TCS, Infosys, Wipro, HCL already has near shore facilities in places like Atlanta, Romania, Polland where they are planning to recruit significant number of natives.

Leave alone the external factors, there are internal hiccups too;
(a) The cost of doing business in India is increasing!! The projected salary increase in India this year, as per Hewitt’s report, is 11.6%. Assuming, India continues the growth momentum for the next 15 years and assuming the salary increases around 10% YoY, in 12 years time we will not have any wage arbitrage between India & USA (On an assumption that US salary will increase by ~3% YoY during this period). In 3 years time, Philippines will become the preferred outsourcing destination than India. Though some may cry foul that the working population in India is much higher, the prospective or ready talent availability remains a challenge; thanks to our poor primary, secondary education & poorly implemented reservation policies. This again increases the hiring and training costs for the companies.

(b) The government is piggy backing on the removal of SEZ benefits citing irregularities (as though none of the other government schemes has).

(c) It is estimated that the total population in Indian cities by 2030 will be twice the size of USA. But still we do not know what ‘infrastructure’ means.

(d) We also have naxalism, terrorism, red tapism in abundance. Corporate scandals like the one happened in Satyam create a negative impression on our moral or ethical practices & integrity.

Are we approaching the dark or is it just a temporary cloud that’s …. Only time will tell what it holds for this sunrise sector. …..

Ever hoping,
Hari