Faking it, moley

Hello Everyone. It's been really long since I blogged. The fact that it is taking me ten minutes to think of a subject or a starter line says it all. Well for those who blog or read blogs or are aware of what blogs are, the Fake IPL blog is surely on their bookmarks.
The day is incomplete if I don't register a hit on that site. Maybe the owner is actually a KKR member like he professes, or maybe he is fake, also like he professes, maybe he is like the anonymous entity in one night @ a call center. But for those who chanced to read his posts, his identity is least relevant as long as the posts keep coming. They just wouldn't care less. I do not know what he wanted to achieve by starting something like this, but the timing or content of the posts is so gripping and perfect that he/she/it has won the attention of audience from across the milky way. We learn so much about market segmenting, targeting or positioning (STP.. not STD mind you), but this guy seems to have taught Kotler the lessons precisely. It spread so much like a disease across groups and organizations that in no time half the computer screens in the office had this page on. The IPL began as a huge dampener, with less than 10% of the cheering/audience/ambience that was present last year. To compensate for the washed out matches and the lacklustre games, this blog has created enough and more vibes. Summon the FBI or CIA to trace the mole, but as Austin Powers would have it:

Mole. Bloody mole. We aren't supposed to talk about the bloody mole, but there's a bloody mole winking me in the face. I want to c-u-u-t it off, ch-o-o-p it off, and make guacamole.

Nice to mole you... meet you. Nice to meet you, Mole.

Silver Jubilee

My almamater will be celebrating its silver jubilee this year.. couldnt care less.

I will be celebrating my silver jubilee too. Did I just say celebrating? I feel like I have vegetated for half of my productive life... considering the first five a pain for people around, the last five to be a greater pain (hopefully not). Looking forward to the other half... would you like to place your bet on a cabbage? My take is potato. A couch potato :)

Cheers

I pray

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,


and the wisdom to know the difference.

Get your fundamentals in place I say

Its recession. Take a recess break while the HRs pull up their stocks.. oops socks I meant. Buy low sell high they say. Am not sure if people are buying stocks now but the vice versa is true. Time for the recruiters to rope in the best brains at fundamentals before the technicals start acting. Gone are the days that brand determines the price (At least I would like to believe so for the next few months). You get paid for what you are worth... its a hobson's choice. You take the blue pill or the red pill - you survive only if you are fit.

9 months

Its exactly nine months since I started work :O

Could have had a baby instead

2009

2008 has been a mixed one. . . I'd wish to say it sure was one of the most successful for me- miles to go though.
Am blank now. What next? 2009? Come in... take your seat.. What can I do for you?
I do not intend to make any resolutions but would definitely work on one thing...
Say NO when it matters - not before , not after.

Unputdownable

Books are anathema to me. But this one is just unputdownable. A few excerpts:

An empire is like a bull market. It grows, it develops . . . often it passes into a bubble phase, when
people come to believe the most absurd things.
We don’t know what stage the American empire has reached . . . but
we look around and see so many degenerate and absurd things, we guess:
We must be nearer the end than the beginning.

This kind of madness is hard not to like; it is like an aging woman who thinks she becomes
more fetching with each passing year. The gap between perception
and reality grows wider every day, until finally, the mirror cracks.

They went to the polling stations in November 2004 and believed they
were selecting the government they wanted, when the choice had already
been reduced to two men of the same class, same age, same schooling,
same wealth, same secret club, same society, with more or less the same
ideas about how things should be run.

Each generation seems to think they are the f irst to stand upright, that
their mothers and fathers walked on four legs and howled at the moon!

Another dead man, James Madison, made it even clearer: “Democracies,”
he wrote, “have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention;
have ever been found incompatible with personal security or the rights of
property; and have in general been as short in their lives as they have been
violent in their death.”
So, we leave you “a Republic, if you can keep it,” added Ben Franklin.
Well, we couldn’t keep it. Now, we have a curious empire, with a
constitution as flexible as its money.

Distilled information tends to be expressed as moral interdictions.
Don’t steal. Don’t lie. Don’t buy expensive stocks or sell cheap ones. Don’t
expect to get something for nothing. Don’t neglect your spouse. Don’t forget
St. Patrick’s day. Don’t spend too much. Don’t eat too fast. Don’t drink
before 6 PM. Don’t mess around with the boss’s wife. Each don’t represents
lessons learned by previous generations. For every don’t, there must be a
million sorry souls burning in Hell.

American spending created a boom in China, where the average person
works in a sweatshop, lives in a hovel, and saves 25 percent of his earnings.Meanwhile, in the United States, the average man lives in a house he can’t pay for, drives a car he can’t afford, and waits for the next shipment from Hong Kong for distractions he can’t resist. He saves nothing and believes the Chinese will lend him money forever, on the same terms.