News about the news !!!

The Paradox of Choice...Barry Schwartz


The Elite Ironies...


The compliment

A man of his AGE;
A man ahead of his AGE;
A man at war with his AGE...!!!


The thoughts !!!

Harms of institutionalisation, classification, assumption and abstraction.

The crux perhaps is to maintain the "connection" as straight and as simple possible. All things are not as important as they seem to. By that logic it would indeed be noble to eradicate the clutter. Reimagine....yup, thats the word !!!


Anarchism and Power


A bit of history always helps


On Bunty...!!!

The phrase is ‘Keep it Simple’  
Cricket - I don't know man that’s what his batting reminds me of. He is somehow extraordinarily aware of the ordinary fact that at the end of the day it boils down to simple action of hitting the lather with a wooden timber. That too with a requisite force. PERIOD. Does any jazz or style matter? OR Do you need technique for that? OR Is it that difficult?  
Catching – Form a cup shape with your hands and trap the red leather. Before that make sure your legs reach the PLACE. Doesn’t diving (sometimes) a consequence of the error in your calculations? Does anyone need to be more scenic while doing that? Is it so complicated? That’s it man…!!! That’s Bunty for you…!!! The way I see him. And for all those bonzos who think I oversimplified the game go catch a sight of Don playing the game. For sure he is not as graceful as Sachin, Mark Waugh or for that matter even Ponting. But isn’t he the Don?(proclaims 99.94 FM, and rightfully so). People tend to think jazz/style as the important ingredient in getting runs. Maybe. Maybe NOT. But for sure, the important thing in scoring runs is that RUNS SHOULD BE SCORED. Thats what he does for thats what he knows.
And yes his LIFE is same as is his cricket – simple and uncomplicated. Who else would just walk upto one’s lady love across the drawing room and give her the kiss, the first kiss with every type of danger lurking nearby and with Murphy’s law waiting to be exercised? And trust me man, guys like Kroony, Soumya and me would have gone to great lengths of 'mushy'fying not our first kiss but bloody first 100 kisses. But for you, all it was – She was there. I was there. And I felt kissing her. And I did.

You got it man…KISS – Keep it Simple and Straight. You must apologise to Soumya for the last “S” though.  

So here’s no adjectives to the man I have known for what seems like eternity now.
For he does not need adjectives, just as proper nouns don't...!!!
(Whatta line!! Wow!! Shit,man!! Again wasted on a GUY)


Bad Advice for New Graduates by P.J. O'Rourke


Examining Islamic militancy

Here's a good article on Islamic militancy and thankfully from the person who knows what he is speaking.


A point overlooked when everything is growing so fast

The growth of Islamic finance over last 4-5 years has been tremendous and the future seems bright as well. But in the scheme of these things, the major problem is overlooked i.e.the uniformity of the Sharia scholars on various issue and myriads of instruments. Read the following link to get into depth of the matter...


As Random as it can get...

The Nutriz..Health

The Game...Its all boring
The Debt... Niche
The IB... Save
The B-school simulation...Copy...Man Games meets AOE
The Mela Guru.....India 3 promo expert
The History of Probability theory and Copenhagen interpretation....
The 3rd and 4th degree screen involvement...RL mania
The Conversations...a joint...non TV, ele stuff coupled with Nutriz
The DEN....TEDdy Bear talks, and man it talks like anything !!!
The YOLR...luring thy way to truth...SAD but worth a shot !!!
The Pro Profile...teams choose their domain, building bottoms up structure, pitching to clients looking for fast good as last pro
The Site...Threads for all materials subwise and admission updates and ranks..reg based
Talk wid MV for streamlining funds and for employment and entrepreneurship
The BIKEZONE - zipping bike


Confessions of a Finance Pro

Welcome to the other side of the story...Grasses on other side might not always be green.


Will anyone remember their lives?

Born to a world blind in belief,
Born with a wish that I could see,
Tamed by the times, a civilization breathes,
While I yearn for the air of the seven seas
Flustered and sweating, with time running short,
They call out to me as I stand by and watch,
Why do I feel they’re the ones left behind,
I’m just drifting away somewhere in time

Clinging to visions that haunt and strike fear,
Too familiar with fear to let go of the scare,
Fighting with outcasts and closing upon selves,
Cloaking the emptiness with nakedness and air
Striving to reach out, building their own walls,
Efforts to nothing when death’s on His way,
Riding alone in groups of made of millions,
Each one a minion, the same as the rest

Whispers are passions, a call unto no one,
A sermon all that’s needed to paint lands red,
Deriding the bystander, horses getting higher,
When was my joke turned into your prayer?
Their running gets faster and eyes close tighter,
My stillness still gets me further away from the race
Would you still hold me and tell me it’s all right,
Or will I lose even my closest friend?

The boy knows not for what he yearns,
Trying to please all the blind men that guide,
Lives spent in vain or in glorious reflection,
Aware of but little, but so wise as to decide,
Blissfully holding the boy to their own dreams,
Every road thronged these kinsmen born damned
There was a time when the mind ran free,
Now dreams are bounded; there’s nowhere to hide

The young man, he dances for those departed,
While praising the fires that consume the live,
Macabre motions while crawling down the heights,
That overlook those that embodied the strive
Scream while I sit here move closer to nowhere,
Aging not one day while years me by,
Laughing in madness at your desires,
That cause the insane to sit down and cry

Every tear unshed, every unrealized fear,
Every minute unlived while walking the line,
Desires fulfilled while life feels so empty,
Dreaming for the young boy his own successful life,
How do things end when they never begin,
What price a dream when someone knocks on the door,
Where live a life punished for unwilling treason,
Committed by an old man who’s dying once more

Maybe I should not have been alive,
Or maybe I should have felt pain,
When I tell the truth and contemplate the lie,
And when I know I’d do the same again,
The flame that burns; that ebbs and dies,
It wasn’t meant to be for we all die,
They chant as one; they’ll die as one,
But will anyone remember their lives?


On Petrodollars and IOB

The Voice (issue 264 - 11th May) ran an article beginning, "Iran has really gone and done it now. No, they haven't sent their first nuclear sub in to the Persian Gulf. They are about to launch something much more deadly -- next week the Iran Bourse will open to trade oil, not in dollars but in Euros."

Read it at

On OIL and Index Speculation ...1

In a way it captures the irony of our times. Isn't it a bit strange that Saudi Arabia, the perceived beneficiary of the relentless oil price hike, should host a summit expressing 'concern' on the rising oil prices? This high-profile summit was held in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, last week after crude prices more than doubled over the past twelve months, stoking inflation and hurting economies across continents, ostensibly to diagnose the problem and possibly prescribe solutions.Read further

The Disadvantages of an Elite Education

Our best universities have forgotten that the reason they exist is to make minds, not careers

Read the article at


So where did you graduate from? Ivy Schools..? What the heck...!!

A few weeks ago I had a thought so heretical that it really surprised me. It may not matter all that much where you go to college.

Read further


Before Sunrise

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash, Oh! baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass, Look at those big eyes...!
See what you mean to me, Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel...I'm a fantasy parade...

I want you to know what I think; Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from; We have no idea where we're going

Lodged in life, Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream,Caught in the current
I carry you...You'll carry me...
That's how it could be...That's how it would be..!

Don't you know me?...............
Don't you know me, by now?......



This is written by Henley and was quoted by Timothy McVeigh, the Oklahoma bomber-who communicated his soul through this poem on the day of his execution. Its a poem I believe, of the human spirit. One that we all have cocooned in us, but one that rarely seems to manifest, I could identify with the verses on a first read-and some of the lines were not only poignant, but spewed potency...

Out of the night that covers me
Black as a pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul…


Random Shayri

तबीयत को नासाज़ बनाया तेरे इश्क़ ने कुछ इस कदर,
ना तेरी हा सुन सके ना ना को ना समझ सके...
कुछ लम्हे माँगे तूने हमारे इश्क़ पे गौर करने को,
दुनिया इस इल्तिझा को ज़ुल्म कहे, फिर भी तुझे मेहेरबान समझ सके!

इक अरसा गुज़रा हमारे इश्क़ के इंतेज़ार में,
फ़ैसला हा सुनाया; तू मिली, इश्क़ मिला, कुछ नशा हुआ...
बाद-ए-इश्क़ हमारा मयखाना जाना हम ना समझ सके!
बदहवास हुए तो ये सही सवाल समझ सके...

लुत्फ़ तुझ में, तेरी याद के बराबर क्यों नही...?
पाना तुझे , तेरी प्यास के बराबर क्यों नही...?
तेरी नज़दीक़ी, तेरी दूरी के बराबर क्यों नही...!
इश्क़ में तेरे, मेरे इश्क़ की सरक़शी क्यों नही...?