You miss I hit !!!

27th july2009, 5:30pm: Brain is dead due to complications of overwhelming knowledge poured in a small space of time. And in its final hours it dealt with the pain staking logics of pricing strategy. Three constant lectures of 1.5 hours each has drained all juices from the mind, lecture seems to be big blank hard to fill. I am all ready to be free to pour down on my favorite place on earth, my bed. But there seems to be no respite the professor is sitting on my desk and is in no mood to stop, these guys are blessed with a natural wit to suck all glucose from your body and still smile at you as if you are being gifted with a world full of wealth.

In sudden change of events, he stops not to take attendance but to give a stare glare as my mobile is ringing. Oh! Bloody shit I forgot to put it in silent mode. I am desperately fumbling to take it out and cut the call. Anyways it stops its sound track; it was a missed call, and finally everybody has regained their smiles back including the monster on my desk. He takes the mobile from my hand asks me how to switch it off and gives a cute little smile, real intentions are hardly known.
His left hand goes up and so does my cell “I have a product, how much can you all quote for its possession”, now only I am smiling and everyone else are shouting, a missed call has brought the class to its feet. I am amazed to how strategically MBAs value an Rs3000, three years old cell to close to Rs 2000. Company funds will be going into safe hands. A final quote of Rs400 is accepted by the professor and the product goes into his pocket. A good exercise to demonstrate differences in value perception customers posses.

Wait !!, kahani abhi baki hai mere dost, so I make an approach to the professor after everybody has happily attained their freedom and ask for my cell. “Pay 400 and take your product” he says, I cannot stop smiling. No seriously, can I have my cell back “pay the price fixed and take it” he says again. What the f—k you got to kidding. Now I am suppose to pay Rs400 for my own cell just because some esoteric idiots came to life when the class was suppose to end. Well I kept pleading and he kept repeating the same phrase with a smile and then he went for the bus and left the college. Wow, what a stubborn piece of shit and now I am with no cell and my laptop is in service center for new speakers. I am virtually pushed 20 years back in time forced to live with no point of contact.

The professor did not visit college for the next two days and I started to feel like a villager searching for telephone booths. Pissed by the whole episode with ego level higher than suicide point, the decision was made; to hell with the cell, phone or no phone, nobody snatches 400 from me for a missed call.

After two days I gave him 400 to get my cell back!! As experts say in depth overs of cricket “you miss I hit”.

Rainy days...

The neurotic effect rain brings, everyone wants it due to colossal range of requirements. I wanted it because Nagpurian heat was becoming unbearable day by day others would have their own reasons. But then if it does while I move to classes or at the time to visit mess the feeling of bliss turns into a pique.

People go through various phases of rain enjoyment and detest in life. As kids we used to play football or even long jumps in school during session break. And in those meager 15 mins of eat time, which was utilized only for non eating activities as lunch never survived more than 1 session, we were able to turn all colors to brown on the field, the bravest ones would even color their hair. And a lady teacher would always stare at you from top to bottom, the harder the glare the higher the pride.

Then people would grow to college and getting dirty would be totally out of question, well its a matter of impression. Rains would become bliss only if your umbrella or raincoat got a temporary share from the opposite sex. And that would be followed by a glare from dear friends, and the harder the glare the higher the pride.

One then eventually moves on to office and even a slight drizzle while on way to work with those effortly ironed formals would pour out a series of curses. Rains now are only welcomed while inside any fully AC building. And if you happen to be in places like Mumbai or Chennai, mechanisms should be in place to shift heavy rains to country side.

Retirement then sinks in and if you are not in an old age home sobbing about the good old days, you are at home with a hot cup of tea and some snacks. Rain now has again turned bliss!!

Calculating Budget

FM has gone the rural road to bring the economy on track. Very promising moves on the paper but will allocating more money on every turf achieve anything. Nothing was said on the primary education. Our kissan will have more options for product selection but no education.

If for the rural it was the heart but for the urban it was the mind. Tax benefits dominated but look closely the most talked about, FBT is now an additional burden on every tax payer; the govt. will anyway get what it was getting earlier. The slabs have been a minor adjustment.

Funding of the rapidly increasing deficit is going to be half from borrowings and money printing. Bringing 3.4% of GDP in the market will rocket the already high CPI of which the budget did not speak it only brought WPI in its key features. And the fact remains that the common is more concerned with CPI and not WPI.

FM and his delegates have made some very firm assumptions while writing our kharcha pani. Global oil prices will not rise, why I don’t understand. 3G auction will raise a huge amount well this is fairly a good one. Disinvestment will be a money raiser and he still covers a meager 1200cr and given the way every disinvestment gets halted it should not be a major pillar to back on.

There was one very funny tax exemption for petrol trucks, how many trucks did he see running on petrol in the country. Clearly an act only to benefit maruti’s, omni cargo. Also, tax exemption done for gas(don’t remem exactly) but looked more for RIL.

Anyways students like me have only one way of calculating budget, whom to repay more this month. And for MBAs passing out next year there are clear signs of “amdani aathani kharcha rupayiaa”.

Santa cola

“Do you know who invented Santa Claus?” asked our professor of strategic management. Few were staring blank, some filming the myth in their minds and others like me logically mapped it to be an invention of church from the olden days. But not a single soul had a clue of what was going to strike them. “Santa Claus was invented by coca cola, done as a strategic marketing move to sell it in Christmas times as those are the times when retail is at a all time tide ride”. Eyes widened, logics failed and now everyone had a blank face. It’s interesting that the only weapon against a blank faced idiot you have is your logic.

Anyways surprised by the talks as if I had seen the red suited jolly old fellow I thought of browsing through net about it. Here’s what I found. Santa Claus was not invented by coca cola but has been in history from long.

Early Christian origins

Saint Nicholas of Myra is the primary inspiration for the Christian figure of Santa Claus. He was a 4th-century Greek Christian bishop of Myra in Lycia, a province of the Byzantine Anatolia, now in Turkey. Nicholas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor, in particular presenting the three impoverished daughters of a pious Christian with dowries so that they would not have to become prostitutes. He was very religious from an early age and devoted his life entirely to Christianity. In Europe (more precisely the Netherlands, Belgium, Austria and Germany) he is still portrayed as a bearded bishop in canonical robes……

Modern Origin

Pre-modern representations of the gift-giver from church history and folklore merged with the British character Father Christmas to create the character known to Britons and Americans as Santa Claus. Father Christmas dates back at least as far as the 17th century in Britain, and pictures of him survive from that era, portraying him as a well-nourished bearded man dressed in a long, green, fur-lined robe. He typified the spirit of good cheer at Christmas, and was reflected in the "Ghost of Christmas Present" in Charles Dickens's classic A Christmas Carol, a great genial man in a green coat lined with fur, who takes Scrooge through the bustling streets of London on the current Christmas morning, sprinkling the essence of Christmas onto the happy populace….

Cola Reality

Images of Santa Claus were further popularized through Haddon Sundblom's depiction of him for The Coca-Cola Company's Christmas advertising in the 1930s. The popularity of the image spawned urban legends that Santa Claus was in fact invented by Coca-Cola or that Santa wears red and white because they are the Coca-Cola colors. In reality, Coca-Cola was not the first soft drink company to utilize the modern image of Santa Claus in its advertising – White Rock Beverages used Santa to sell mineral water in 1915 and then in advertisements for its ginger ale in 1923. Furthermore, the massive campaign by Coca-Cola simply popularized the depiction of Santa as wearing red and white, in contrast to the variety of colours he wore prior to that campaign; red and white was originally given by Nast….

There’s a lot more to Santa, easily available on net but whatever be his strategy he’s sure to drop surprises on you some way or the other.

Missing Kirana

It’s been more than 6 weeks of my internship at Chennai and not a single day would have passed by when I would not have visited “The Mandir” also popularly known as “Spencers daily”. Spencers is a large chain of super markets spread across major south Indian cities. We call it mandir may be because it’s the “Anndata” for us here. All our requirements, which are very limited I must say, except clothes comes from here. It’s like any other supermarket; you roam around find your stuff then stuff your basket to take out the cash stuffed in your purse. And btw it also accepts credit cards :D. All done to make your life easier or make you visit more, plan less and a mechanical machine.

So much to experience but I still feel it is the exact experience lacking here. Then I remember the old shopping center I used to visit when I was a kid. There was a small shopping center near my house in Bokaro. It was a collection of 6-7 kiranas. Whenever I entered it the panwala bhaiyaa would take me in his arms and give me at least 4-5 toffees. I still remember him by that name only and a hazy picture of him chewing pan maybe that’s why the name. And then there were occasions when I went to buy something which was not available so would run back to my home to ask mom what to do now and then run back to buy something 2nd in the priority list. It was great fun but now you have mobiles to resurrect that too.

There were times when a shopkeeper would give me the whole bunch of Spiderman stickers when I bought only one bubblegum. Some experience that would make someone visits the same store again and again. Compare that to the supermarket where you pay extra for the ambience and can’t even bargain for any product. Also you have to ask for anything which comes free and unless then they won’t move their feet to give you what you are supposed to get.

And then you feel whether the old kiranas provided a better experience for you to return or is it just nostalgia of your childhood memories.

The Game of expectations

It’s been sometime since we have been reading about the measures of the government and the RBI taken towards revival of the economy. But till this day they are left expecting. When the government pours in these stimulus packages it expects banks and people in general to take the cue and start spending. Its expectation stands on the fact that people of the country were expecting exactly the same from the two bodies. It’s hard to tell which expectation will give in first and become a reality, seizing to be a mere expectation anymore.

As is said in one of the great movies of all times (Shawshank redemption): “Hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies. I’ll be hoping this ____ finds you and finds you well.”

The blank can be filled up with whatever a person needs in life currently. That’s the power of hope although in fact in the original sentence it’s just a “letter”. If you read it you’ll find it’s a sentence about hope but what many fail to see is the whole construct stands on one word “well”. The hope or the expectation to be doing well in life.

So what stimulus package does the government has for exactly that word. With Lok Sabha elections staring at the face now it may not be able to make any but what was it doing more than a year back. Recession had hit the U.S economy by 2007, something which did not reach India till the late 2008. Wouldn’t it would have been a good ploy to restart many of the locked public factories as fast as it could have. There were many such big factories which once hit the news of revival but then just once. And this was on the agenda of the government right from the start of its tenure.

How much this could have done for converting the expectations, of those hundreds still waiting, into reality. I am sure they would have started spending by now if these factories would have started. And once given a security of a job, families could well have gone on to make future plans something which requires loans. Something the banks are desperately waiting for these days.

Now, as the politicians lay their expectations on the Lok Sabha elections expecting to become ministers, so do the people of the country to get a good government from the general elections. Expecting that the new government will take some effective measures to end the slowdown. An expectation which at present seems like a mirage.

The expectation game doesn’t end here. It has a flip side as well. And it’s for the people to stop expecting too much as the crisis has a global effect and to some extent not all lies in the hands of one government or a central bank.

Remember hope is a good thing and no good thing ever dies.

The language of Names

Why does every other initiative in an MBA college has to be named in Hindi when the language doesn’t even figure anywhere in the remotest of corners of any campus, except the informal talking among peers. Does this mean people are actually missing the language? Or it has just become a fashion of some sort. Actually the topic itself can be a good project for a MBA student.

Sometimes it feels, it all would have started as a gesture of giving back something to the society, a topic of huge discussion even in the corporate world or may be because it’s so hot in the corporate city the suburbs of MBA want to show they are in it with them, all in the same line.

It’s been one year studying MBA and almost 95% (it’s just a misty figure to sound digiti) of the fests or college start-ups I’ve heard are all named in Hindi. Consider Netritva (IMT's quarterly student journal on management and strategy), Khilkari (IMT’s initiative to help the deprived), Parivartan (at IIT Delhi), Kshitij 2009 (at IIT kharagpur) etc. etc.

So many initiatives in Hindi just makes you wonder whether the language is up and running, trying to regain the exact place it has lost. And if you think too deep, it’s the memories of your own school life which will start to haunt you or may be just bring a smile of the good old days. It often makes me laugh the way we used to attend our Hindi classes. May be it’s the same kind of feeling NRIs get when they think about the country. Sometimes it makes me sad though all those fun times being gone, I have to remind myself time cannot be caged its feathers are just too bright but the part of you who knows it was a sin to lock it up, does rejoice.

I guess people here are just too damn bored with uttering the same old corporate English words. And it’s the start of another chapter in the history of Hindi, “The language of names”.

Tring tring!! : Hello, HSBC, don’t you provide customer service anymore??

It was an accidental day of 5th December that I lost my credit card, as so anyone would have done called HSBC to block the card and register a request to issue a new one. The card was immediately blocked and I was told that the new one would reach the destination within 4 working days. That was once upon a time…….

It’s been more than 2 months and I am still waiting. May be, the worlds local bank went abroad. In this time span of about 2 months and 18 days I’ve made numerous calls trying to find out one valid reason for the delay but to my surprise they have got a big list of excuses established company wide. The first call of inquiry which got connected after repeated attempts ended up with an answer “sir, I don’t see any request for re-issue of the card”. So, I put a new request and got a promise of a new card within 4 working days. But I was waiting …………

The second call was even better. By the way do not forget every time you call you have to go through a long route of check points. Anyways, the second answer was “Sir, no request for re-issue has been made as per our records”. I was so stunned by the reply that instead of shouting, I found the situation funny and Kapil’s voice started to ring in my ears “Pamolive ka jawab nahi”. Without say a word I made another request. The same promise was made; I guess they forgot to make a complementary list of promises along with the excuse list. But how can the result be any different.

It was start of January and they had made a serious progress by the New Year. My request of reissue had been recorded by the time I made the third call. But they were in no mood to hand over the card and why should they, common it’s their card, why would anyone give their credit card to complete stranger just because he has been calling repeatedly. God damn you!!! Customer I will not give you my card.
Since then I’ve made just one more call, on which I even spoke to the assistant manager. A voice filled with all the humility in the world apologized for the delay, as it was caused due a technical hitch but I get the same old assurance. And guess what, ok it’s an easy one, I am still waiting…..

I guess they won’t give it to me unless I break my head, tear my clothes get drunk and shout on the road. At least, Majnu did all these for a girl I am being forced for a credit card. But the desire of that credit card is still burning bright.

“Hum intezaar karenge, Hum intezaar karenge tera qyamat tak, Khuda kare ki qyamat ho aur tu aaye…..”

Ms Indias relive “Mr. India”

Caution: To relate to this wired description, you have to be a “Mr. India” fanatic.

The greatest good you have while clicking fotos is that you get to observe people and web a short story around them almost instantenously. Yesterday we went on a trip to the Dosa parlor. My first 2-3 hr interaction with parul and swati’s all girl group. Hanging out with them brought back memories of the film “Mr. India” as the Ms indias did resemble some or the other characters from that film.

It started from the description of some very funny incidents involving Ridhima which was then followed up by some live examples of her own. It just struck me that her innocence is the same as that of the little girl in the film who says: “Arun bhaya, Arun Bhaya hum jail jayenge”. Yup, most of her dialogues are just out of the blues, freshly plucked. Swati being the grown-up nani of all full with suggestions and fun filled acts of her own fitted into the character of the more matured one who would then respond: “Ridhi ek din nahi khaoogi to maar nahi jaogi”. Although considering the calorie consciousness Ridhi brings in her diet, she would be more than happy in not eating for 2-3 days except 2 plates of "papita", from the fruit shop next to Panchu uncle's, and this too is only for social cause of lighting-up the world with THE GLOW.

And the characters just fell in place. Remember the chamish, having lenses 7 inches thick looks like the person is facing perpetual hyper myopic blindness. He stars at the end of the song “Ball humari hai humko payarii……” and there he appears at the end singing just one word: “ALLAAAAAAAH”. I can still see parul falling here and there with a better exagaration of “AAALLAAAAAHHHH”. We then come to our Sridevi (Snigdha) : “mujhe apna saara paiiiiisaaa wapas chahiye”.She would have almost given a live demonstration of it, if the cook would have not given her a theekha dosa. I am still imagining how Snigdha would sound in that south Indian accent. Here comes the boss Mr. India himself (or herself), Ritika fit like the final piece in the jig-saw as being a local girl from Nagpur most of the advices about local restaurants and eat streets come from her. Imagine her saying to our Sridevi “Wah!! Kya kamra hai madam , kamre kea aage balcony, balcony ke aage garden aur garden kea age samandar, aur yeh sidhiyaan kamre tak jati aur yehi neeche bhi aati hai”.

Sridevi: “kamal hai !!!”.

As for me “Mugamboo khush hua !!”.

Best of analysis

Numerous books float around on the subject of “Self analysis”. But I am still to lay hands on anything which talks sense. Last week we were blessed with few new pickings from the library and most of them were authored by L. Ron Hubbard, a writer I had never heard of. So, I picked up one of his writings called “Self Analysis” but yet again it appears to be just a play of words. More than half of the book consists of some kind of tests filled with long questioners at the end of which I found out absolutely nothing. I don’t think any book has the capability to tell you who you are; it’s for you to find out. And the best way to do it is play sports.

Yes, Sports is one thing which really brings the best critic out in you. Here’s a scenario, I was there at the T.T room waiting for my chance to come. I was looking down when suddenly a voice came directly at me, with a little vigor I must say, “Kyaaaaaaa reeeeee” one of the players shouted. My face lost all its expression as if the brain had lost its wire contact. How you are supposed to react when someone greets you that way right on your face. Anyways, it turned out he was just plain frustrated with himself after missing a shot.

Players do have this great tendency of talking to themselves once on the field whatever their field may be. Have you seen Sreesanth when he marks his run-up back. Looks like he’s explaining to himself what his strength and weaknesses are. Tennis players do it very often too; all those expressions of smile, rejection, toughness etc. are the result of a task well achieved or missed and a result of some kind of self analysis. It’s a very common sight with many of the players whether they make it evident or not is a different matter.

But yes, here is something which brings the best out of you. Talk to yourself and you will know better than reading some nonsense book catered to mass, which are like horoscope predictions, never to go wrong. And if they do which is very often, it’s called the tolerance factor. It does not necessarily mean that you start running on a play filed from now on, talking to yourself. It can be done while playing something as lethargic as a scrabble. Anything which involves mind can be turned into a self analysis task. So set aside those books with long questioners, which would tell you that you are destined to be a doctor while you are actually a pilot. Just expand the wings of your mind and play.

What say, Ek match ho jaye !!!!

Expressions of the Budget Express

And the final budget from Lallu Prasad yadav was delivered yesterday. It had a mere 2% fare cut but was projected by ET as a total election stunt, is it or is it not. If someone browses the surface like a careless fille de chamber (new word learnt, had to use it) it does seems like an election stunt. But dive deeper and you will see there have been fare cuts all five and the railway has been in profit. Am I appreciating Lallu? being from Bihar and having seen what he did to the rich state I hate the guy but he has done a job no one thought about in years or may be in the long history he became the 1st one to let the officials work with all liberty.

Anyways, let’s just look at the current fare cut what it has for the common man. It would have taken me Rs 792 from Nagpur to Rourkela and Rs 386 from there to Ranchi. A 2% fare cut would mean Rs 15.84 in the first journey and Rs 7.72 in the next and final one. It totals up to Rs 23.56 and hence I am suppose to pay Rs 1130.88 at the counter, for obvious reasons I will give a amount of Rs 1150 and would get back Rs 19 leaving 12 paise with railway to start a new train next year (:P). It takes Rs 23-25 for me to reach city from college plus an additional Rs 25 to reach the railway station. And so I have already rolled out around Rs 1180 from my thin pocket. Having paid the amount and getting in hand the generous gift of Rs 19 from railways counter, I definitely calls for a cold drink party. Do consider the heat of Nagpur and a big line at the railway counter and now I have the power of Rs 9, the highest single digit ever invented. But since we visit the city so rarely at least Rs 5 would end up in the pocket of “Raju chat wala” (well that’s hypothetical I never stick to a particular thela or as one of my friend defined it, Thela: that cheap vendor thing). Anyways, pocket is still buzzing with the coins of Rs 4, I am sure of this amount being in coins, 2 rupee note are extinctosorus these days. Hmmmmm …… What not can you do with Rs 4, may be ET can tell me they were projecting it like a huge election stunt. But since I am a rational consumer and who knows the economy is in deep need of these 4 rupees, it would go as part of the tip in which ever restaurant I dine which I would definitely do.

Now, let’s see what did a rational consumer gained from the 2% fare and what ET is thinking was known to Mukesh the playback singer long long back “Ek din bik jayega matti ke mol jag mein reh jayenge payare tere bol……”.

However, differently you spend the gift of the railway counter it’s a surety that a rational consumer will spend it and spend it in something of little worth to any of the ministries, except the fact that in the current scenario they would love to see the money rolling in the market. Hmmm…. now may be you will say what a genius move by the railway ministry. Hence, a 2% fare cut obviously doesn’t sound anywhere close to a election stunt, the UPA government has done some better ones, remember the loan waiver for the farmers. All confirms the hypothesis that the ET reporters missed the big picture of rational consumers this time.

What finally has emerged is credit must be given to the railway ministry for creating a surplus of Rs 90000 crores and still able to cut whatever percentage of fares for the consecutive 5th year. But yes the paper did mention that a lower percentage of fare cut could have been a possibility due to the rise in operating revenue due to the impact of sixth pay commission for the 14 lakh employees working for railways and 11 lakh pensioners. A job well done !!!

Valentine Financial Weekly

Romance floats in the air; although it’s hard feeling to grab for those of us not in love, as for me AIR still feels likeeeee air. Anyways, as many proposals will be made today, few accepted and many rejected. It is this sheer volume of rejections which is the real concern of worry for FOSLA (frustrated one sided lovers association), Government and the economist. We can leave the economist they enjoy to worry.

But the problem still remains very critical. As only few offers get the acceptance tag most people would not reach beyond buying a rose and a card. However, fortunate or unfortunate it may be for them it’s a real unfortunate scenario for government. All the heavy stimulus packages being poured by our Sarkar has only one basic aim increase the money supply, make people spend more but the fraction of hands that join together on this day is posed to disappoint our sardar and governor of RBI.

Now, let’s look at the brighter side of the coin those who actually do pass the exam will be the ones going forward to buy at least a teddy (it’s a necessity to reach the tender heart) and lunch/dinner at fairly expensive restaurant by personal standards. But in the period of recession when the sword of pink slips loom large romance is surely to suffer, as the size of the damn pocket never seems to catch up to the prices of teddies. I mean what is a man suppose to do, save for the rainy day or rain flower petals. The confusion is surely gonna affect the pocket size, a double blow for the sardar and his mates. May be they can present each other flowers to get the ball rolling.

Now, it’s obvious to argue that inflation is down at 4.4% and so spending can increase but guess what, teddies do not appear in any basket of measurement(clarify with CSO), it’s just gonna be your basket. Obvious question: what is government going to do about it? It has already reduced CRR rates, there have been oil price cuts, railway budget will see a 2% cut in AC fare rates, Air fares have gone down for most of the airline except Jet and giving a rose has already been made a Gandhian dream in this country thanks to bollywood.

All these just to make Mr. X and Ms. Y happier and help them buy more teddies and the fact that it is a cotton stuffed toy would make Gandhi followers happier. They finally make a contribution towards the concerns of this country after a long time.

Don’t worry if the all this has increased the anxiety in the already tidal mind of yours, a smile on your valentine’s would wipe it all, so to hell with the government and it policies, just feel the Romance in the air.

Wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Andha Kanoon a Insight

After 25 yrs of abiding the law and being a good or may be law/system scared citizen, I finally got a chance tom read what it is; we have a legal paper in MBA. The most surprising thing I’ve found so far is our constitution being the longest in the world is still only about 300 pages in length. Suddenly a thought blazed why the hell legal books are so thick when the mother of all is of only 300 pages. Also the impression of Andha Kanoon was wiped off which was till now an impression laid down by Bollywood movies. I mean u’ve heard so many times that “kanoon sirf saboot dekhta hai , bhavnaoo ko nahi dekhta” the repetition of this phrase almost unchanged from ages and unanimous in every Hindi film involving court room. And what I learnt was the law has immense room for subjectivity and so it is not blind and does have a mind for sure. It is exactly this subjectivity of which people try to take advantage, some are able to some are not. I think bollywood needs revision but then it needs revision in so many other fields, maybe it’s the bollywood which has gone blind (Andha bollywood).

At present law dosen’t seems that bad a subject if you are just browsing through, exactly what we do here at MBA. And if you happen to go through the some of the judgments it actually tells you that it has done a some excellent job to keep the society going and it’s not the law of the country which is at fault for letting so many slip through as we read in papers but it is also plagued with the most biggest parasites HOMOSAPIEN. I guess if the people had shown some responsibility we would not have had to bare with Sunny Deol shouting “Tareekh par tareekh , tareekh par tareekh, …………. Magar Insaaf nahi mila judge saab”.

I’ll see you on a different tareekh.

Fresh start

Initially I thought of dedicating this blog to post solved crossword clues but since then a lot has changed. Now, that I'm back living college life where HT arrives a day or two late I don't feel like solving it. Also, blocking of 360.yahoo, by the eye-popping IT department of my college, has resulted in a lost touch from the blog world and since luckily this is the only blog site accessible I'm forced to extend its features from a crossword solution blog to a normal one.
Hope to write something good enough to read.