Brands... No Brands.

When you are going to buy something buy it from the brand you trust. Even if some ‘other’ brand is offering more features in less money – DON’T buy it – you will REGRET. I am still sick (getting better though) and I just learned my lesson with a loss of RS 5k. So beware, I can very much bite.

Quote(s) of the day.

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.”

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi.

Judge Not.

Judge not lest you be judged!! – Matthew 7:1-2

It is interesting to see how often people will jump to conclude and judge you with your few lines post/comment on the vague online existence. Without ever realizing hundreds of other variables others may have in their life; or often, even if, when they themselves joke around, they will go far beyond than what they have judged.

Now why am I talking about this? When people didn’t hear prophets, philosophers, saints, and righteous people from centuries, who would listen to me? And am I not the one who judge too? Yes I do. I try to conclude they are right from where they are unless they convince me so hard to believe otherwise. And the pity, there is no point in indulging yourself into an argument; for argument, is for those who have an open mind and leniency to accept and understand. Whilst in this case, it is only a self defense.

Ain't this post, a judgement too?

Temperature.

I probably have temperature from past three days and I didn’t know. High fever due to extraordinary tonsil problems (that I had almost all my life) has made me naïve when it comes to slight temperatures. The only two things I was mentioning were: A. headache, and were asking for more tea. And B: I was feeling water is slightly colder when washing hands/face etc. Half an hour ago on Mom’s suggestion I did check and found I have around 100.6 temperature. Alas. Sigh. What next? Antibiotics again? Ohh please No :(

Other than that T.V. is fun, the local election talk shows on television are better than any comedy show you will ever watch.

Wakeup thoughts.

Yeah blame Hawking’s and all the space-time theories I was trying to digest in one day, the first thought I get when I woke up was about this science fiction concept we often see in movies or the novels – when the time stops for some character etc. And I realized no matter how fancy it seems it has too many scientific complications. Here are some of thoughts I could remember from the moment I woke up.

1. No matter if your character is using a tiny watch that stops time or this huge machine with immense power will it be able to stop all the movements of the universe? The sun should be exactly where people felt it was, other planets, other galaxies, thus the whole universe. Although, time is just the dimension which can not be stopped but to make it look like it did one will need to cease the whole universe.
   

2. Okay let’s assume time did stop or we managed to stop the whole universe, which means, photons stopped too? Ofcourse they did and if they did, they will never reach our eyes and we will not be able to see in that condition?
   

3. Forget point number 2 for now if we can’t see, but when we walk, we are walking faster than light because photons are holding their position and not moving and this is not possible in our universe, atleast not without a warp.
   

4. How will we think? Since how much our brain process also depends on time?
   

5. So basically the movements of your arms, body etc will be fast enough to go beyond speed of light and when you stop yourself or any body movement you are actually coming back from (faster than light) position to the rest. Does our body have that much energy?

Okay let’s cancel out the possibility to completely pausing the time or the universe. Let’s think about the possibilities of hyper time. Let’s say, time doesn’t stop but we move too fast, for us a second will be a day.

1. If you move too fast according to relativity theory you will stay young, for you time laps will be a lot lower than those who live in reality.
   

2. Interaction with other objects or humans will be extremely dangerous? If you touch your friend that means you will crush him? (Assuming you are moving little less than the speed of light).
   

3. Similar effect won’t be observed on you? If you are moving too fast even the air hits you dangerously. Okay let’s assume it won’t once you are in hyper time but I will still make my transitions when my body is at still position for the safety.
   

4. Since you are moving little less than the speed of light the photons will reach your eyes very slowly and you will observe the world in slow motion.
   

5. The last two points of above scenario holds true here as well.

I think I need another few hours sleep. I am not awake yet.

Two life saving lessons.

1. Be extremely careful on stairs if you spent your whole night reading. Your eyes and sense are about to deceive.
   

2. It is safe to open your mouse with screwdriver and clean the dust particles from LED and Photo Diodes.

200 pages in a day.

Imagine a person’s mental condition if he has finished a book on Stephen Hawking, his scientific research, theories and concepts, in three sittings and within twenty four hours.

Can you see the pathetic soul?

Okay. That’s me.

Edit : Actually, I was having difficulty reading two other books simultaneously from last (umm two?) weeks; and I wasn’t able to go past first few chapters of both books. Because of both, my lack of interest in the topic and books not being as I expect them to be. Anyway, decided to yet try another book and I finished it in a day. Now what?

Jab meray paas they tum.

And now I can't even imagine writing something like this. The poet inside me have certainly died.

Jab meray paas they tum,
mein ne kai baar ye socha, tum se,
aankh mein bikhray huwe khuwab ka ahwal kahoon,
kesay kat tay hain, meray roz-o-mah-o-saal kahoon,
faislay aur amal mein lekin,
ik dewaar jo sadiyoon se khari hai,
mein bhi us pe rozan hi bananay ki tak-o-do mein raha,
sai hai bekar tamannay ki qalam ro mein raha,
ab jab tum bichray hu tu,
din raat meray dil mein ajab waham sa rahta hai,
ke jesay mein ne hunhi,
ik khouf ko dewaar bana rakha tha,
dil ko ik nukta-e-parkaar bana rakha tha,
sochta hoon agar mein ne,
kabhi tum ko is khuwab ka ahwaal sunaya hota,
tu bhala kia hota?
had se had tum meri batoon se khafa ho jatay,
ik dam maskhar ki hansi hans ker,
juda hu jatay.

Quote of the day.

"Peace can not be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding."

Albert Einstein.

NADRA and Me.

Probably this post will make sense to those who have seen me recently or atleast seen my recent pictures. This at some level includes people on my MSN list because I am sure they have a little idea via my display pictures.

It took me around half an hour to convince NADRA’s people the person in the picture is actually me.

Haha. Yes. It was annoyingly hilarious.

Electrical Ghosts.

Electrical ghosts continue to surprise me with my jaw dropped down. At around 10 in the morning, power went out in my home. Okay fair enough, I thought it would be load shedding or maybe some fault but after few minutes one of the rooms tube light went on. Rest of the house is without electricity. How could that be?

I tried to cut down the power from the main switch but even after doing that the room’s lights are on. I opened the main switch again, no difference, one room’s lights are on rest of the home powerless. But just for the safety I turned off the main power (the room’s lights are still on though).

I called my electrician, his cell was not responding (I know he usually wakes up late) so I decided to wait. After 30 min or so, just before calling my electrician I thought to check it again and turned the power on and whoallaa. Electricity was back.

Niqabi

Long ago, I used to teach. And there was this girl – student. She used to wear ‘Niqab’. In all these years I have seen her number of times – simple ‘hello’ ‘hi’s’ – and she was always, in her niqab. And as I understand, it has been her choice.

Few weeks ago I saw her. Didn’t get a chance to meet, but I saw her. She was not in her usual ‘Niqab’. Instead, she was wearing something trendy, fashionable with very short sleeves. Surprised I was.

Later I met a friend who had more family terms with them and I brought up my curiosity – ‘what happened?’ I asked. And he told me she got married and her husband doesn’t like her to wear ‘Niqab’; it’s a shame. He wants to feel proud when she walks besides him. When others look at her and say ‘wow this beautiful girl is his wife’.

So next time you go out show some more skin because your husband wants you to make him proud.

Lesson Learnt.

Mangos are thicker than Bananas.

For a change, I decided to make a banana shake. With some guess work, for three bananas I almost took the same amount of milk and ice I would use for mangos. But the shake was almost thin as water. Two more banana no significant change and than 3 more but its still thin and I am out of bananas. I would have liked it thicker. Sigh.

Blocked Referrer.

Who/what are they? My Blog patrol shows some visitors were linked by blocked referrers and if they were blocked tu refer hi kesay kia?

Without going into any political discussion I will just write two things about this promotional banner I received at home for local elections.

1. Rocket science is easier then to vote in local elections. There are 6 different ballet papers; every one has a different symbol representing him/her. Bell maybe the symbol you would like to vote for in yellow paper but not in the pink. Mr. XYZ maybe your candidate for the white paper but Mr. XYZ in green paper is a different XYZ. Majority of Pakistan’s population is illiterate and if you are one, you have no choice but to ‘rattafy’ it, the colors of papers as well as their symbols.
   

2. Elections were supposed to be non-party based but look at this, I received a promotional banner right at my doorstep and it represents the candidates of the party that is part of Government, and is suppose to help and implement the law of elections being non-political. Khair..anyways.

Please Pray

This is not a personal entry but a plea to those who read this blog, please pray.

At around 8 PM yesterday, friend called. His cousin had an accident and he might need blood, he wanted me to go with him and we will pick one more friend just in case. Around 9 we reached Jinnah Hospital and soon it was apparent his condition was far worse then we had imagined. He was already in Operation Theater where doctors were trying to save his life. Apart from few bones that he broke one of the broken ribs damaged his heart’s vein which caused a lot of blood loss. His chest was torn apart to locate the vein & recover it and this process took around 5 hours. Around 1 AM we heard the news it’s been recovered and the operation will continue probably for another 8 hours for rest of the injuries. Around 10 blood bags were consumed so far and around 12 were reserved and were needed in operation ahead. (and those white cells etc, I don’t know the medical terms)

Karachiite’s once again made me proud when I found out all those 22 blood bags were already donated by patient’s friends, family and neighbors. In my almost 5 hour stay at hospital around 35+ friends/neighbors/people showed up if more blood was needed (almost none knew the patient but they were cousins friends, friends friend etc) and it was not weekend, people had offices/schools in morning yet they came, almost an hour’s drive away at the middle of night.

The boy is only 18, his name is Yasir and next 72 hours are critical.

Please remember him in your prayers.

Urdu ki "mukhtasir" akhri Kitaab.

Found this. Wrote it on Feb 11th 2005, the night without internet, so yes I was bored.



Galiban Urdu ki akhri kitaab "Ibn-e-Insha" ne likhi thi. Mei ye tu nahi janta ke kia Soch ker likhi thi (ya kuch socha bhi tha) kionke urdu adab mein soch ab sirf eik lafz ban ker rah gaya hai, shayed kabhi amal, takhleeq, eik khayal bhi rahi hu.

Na mei ye mahawara hi aap ke gosh guzar karsakoon ga ke "bus janab kia bataon, qulam chalta gaya aur lafz bikhartay gaye" kion ke yahan tu sirf meri bay rupt ungliyoon ki junbish hai jo is keybord ki mukhtalif 'keys' per zor azmai mein masroof hain (Ji haan aap ne sahi pehchana soch ka yahan bhi door door tak koi amal dakhal nai).

Chonke kitaab ye bhi urdu ki hi hai aur maqsad (go agar koi hai) tu wo bhi wahi hai. Jab sab kuch yaksaan hai tu kitaab ki sakht bhi eik hi honi chahiye. Yani hum har hurf se shuru karain gay aur us ke mukhtalif pehloan ka jaiza letay huwe agay barhain gay. Go ke siasat hamari kitaab ka unwaan nahi per jab baat urdu ki hai tu us ka bhi kahin na kahin kuch zikar chal hi niklay ga (umeed kerta hoon aap ko giraan na guzray ga).




Alif.

Alif urdu ka pehla harf hai. Na sirf urdu ka bulkay Arbi aur Farsi ka bhi. Alif ko harf-e-illat ki hasiyat ke mutabiq talaf kia jai ga, ya parha jai ga. Alif, agar zabar ke saath hu tu usse 'aa' parha jai ga -- jese "run" ya "fun" mein "u" ko talaf kia ja raha hai. Zer ke saath Alif "in" ya "sin" mein "i" ki tarha, aur Pesh ke saath "push" ke "u" ki tarha parha jai ga. Agar Alif per mud hu tu use us ke harf-e-illat ki hasiyat ke mutabiq tuol dia jai ga.

Agar Urdu ki farhang mein dekha jai tu Alif ke saath pehla lafz "Ab" milay ga jis ke angrezi maa'ina "Now" ke hain. Alif se pehla lafz jo bachoon ko sikhaya jata hai wo "Allah" hai. Aur shayed waldain ye eik lafz sikha ker samajhnay lagtay hain ke hum ne apna deenwi wa ikhlaqi farz pura kia. kion ke us ke agay wo us bachay ko kabhi usi harf se Ikhlaaq, Aajzi, Inksari, Ajar, Achai, Ahram, Ahtram, Ustad, Adab, Arshad wagera wagera jesay lafz nahi sikhatay.

Aur agar sikhai bhi jatay hain tu Anna, Ashaam, Ishtial jesay lafz, aur agar baat kamai ki hu tu us ke saath lafz "upper" lazmi kaha jata hai jese kamai us ke bagair adhori hu.




Bay.

Harf Bay bhi urdu ke saath saath Arbi aur Farsi ka bhi dosra harf hai. Aur lugat mein Bay ka pehla lafz "Baa" hai. 'Baa' darhaqeeqat koi lafz tu nahi per kisi cheez ya khasail ke hamil afraad ya ashiya wagera ke saath lagaya jata hai. Jese ke "Baa Ikhlaq". Lekin shayed hum mei se buhut soon ko "Baa Ikhtiyaar" ki misal ziada behtar mehsoos hoti.

Bay se lafz Baap bhi hai jis ki na hum koi Baat suntay hain na us ke Babat. Baadshahi bhi sirf Bay se hi hoti hai, aur lafz "Baazari" bhi bay ke hissay mein hi aya hai. Aur yaqeen kijiye ke agar yahan koi Bazgasht nahi, lekin phir bhi ibtida tu Badi ki bhi hoti hai jo yahan na sahi roz-e-mehshar ho ker rahay gi.

Bijli bhi Bay se aur us ka Bil bhi Bay se hi ata hai (bulkay ye kahna behtarhoga ke bijli girata hai ). Bad kirdaar, bad bakhti jese aur bhi kai Bad sirf Bay hi lata hai... lekin Bakhsish bhi tu bay ke hissay mein aai hai. Aur Bakht bhi.

Agar mujh se pochay jai ke koi eik lafz jo mein bay se munsalik na dekhna chahon tu wo kia hu? tu mera jawab eik hi hoga, na sirf bay per shayed mein us lafz ki haqeeqat ko ko mitta huwa dekhna chahoon ga (jo ke na mumkin hi hai). Beharhaal, Baanjh na sirf wo lafz hai bulkey kuch Bay Murad aurtoon ki azmaish bhi.



Pay.

Pay Urdu aur Farsi ka tu teesra harf hai lekin Arbi mein nahi paya jata. Galiban is liye ke Paap sirf Pay se hotay hain aur Quam-e-arab Paap se bilkul Paak hai. (ye mein nahi kahta aap kisi bhi Musalmaan se poch lijiye)

Agar Pay se kuch Qabil-e-zikar cheez hai tu wo sirf o sirf Papar hain, yaqeen na aai tu aap bhi kabhi kha ker dekhiye ga. Pay hi se hamara watan Pakistan hai aur Pay se hi Pajama bhi, jise pehan ker hum apni Patli Patli tangoon ke saath khud ko Pakeeza samajhnay lagtay hain.

Pay se hi bahowain apnay bachoon ko Dadi ke khilaf "Paat" Parhati hain aur khud Parsai ka Parcham bhi lehrati hain.

Pay se Pyar bhi hai Phool bhi, Pazaib bhi Peroon mein Pay se hi sajai jati hai. Hawas ki Pyas bhi Pay ki Pedawar hai, jis ka Pemana tu bus barhta hi jata hai. Aur akhir ki Peshmani bhi pay hi lata hai. Lekin hamain Pay se na-umeed na hona chahiye kion ke Pay se hi Pakeezgi lot ker ati hai, Pay se hi Peghamber Khuda ka Peghaam lai they.

Happy Independence Day.

The difference.

10 PM : (Flipping channels and on desi channel) A show for ‘Azadi’ night. A lady slowly shaking her body on music (yes I m not calling it a dance). A guy came from backstage, it wasn’t even close to graceful walk a man should have rather he was deliberately trying to move his shoulder (probably for the sake of music) but it was really un-wanted. Two isolated extras were ‘moving’ too and another extra was making big flames of fire by spitting something on it (God knows why).

Mr. President was trying to clap around, move his shoulders and show his interest and enthusiasm. Others were probably yawing or gossiping.

11 PM : (Flipping channels and on Indian channel) A show for some awards ceremony. An item to tribute the movie ‘Black’. 20-30 participants all wearing strip of black cloth on their eyes and were unable to see yet they were dancing and running here and there on stage, formation (almost) never broke and they were synchronized in complex steps of not only the dance but the whole theme.

Audience were sitting still, hypnotized. (None needed to clap and move his shoulders to show enthusiasm).

Getting growing help

Aunty No. 1. : Did you see U’s sister when she came to pick him up?
Aunty No. 2. : No! Isn’t she in States?
Aunty No. 1. : She’s here abhi, she was in sleeveless top and short skirt. Common now, when you are in Pakistan you should show some decency according to your culture ‘hamaray bachay bhi ab baray hu rahay hain’ (kids are of 10 to 12 years of range)
Aunty No. 2. : *Agrees*
Me : That’s good. It’ll help ‘em.
Aunty No. 1. : What?
Me : Just in case, if they are not growing ‘well’ and there is some deficiency, you know…. It will ‘test’ them and help them grow better.
Aunty No. 1 and Aunty No. 2. *staring me with a disgust*
Me. : *runs out*

Muhabat sha'or nahi hai.

It’s more instinctive.

Anyway, the following line just bumped into my head and inspired me to grab a pen and write something on it; like the old times. But I found myself unable to write a single word though the complete imagination was in my head…had no words to support it. I have lost it. I know I have lost my inspiration, my reasons long ago, but on a long road of life there are chunks of motivations which I had too; at times. But not now, lost them too, at the level where I couldn’t find a single word.

Anyway, then I was just going thru some old stuff and this is the first one that popped up from the random pages. This was, infact, a male version of Ambreen’s original ‘Nazm’ which I am writing here first.

Chand Ghantay
Original nazm by Ambreen Qureshi

Main nay kae jeevan jiye
Un chand ghanton main..
Ju rait ki manind hath se phisal gae..
Per usski aik aik sa'aat main..
Main nay tumhain pooja hai..

Pooray raastay
Udhar tum khamosh... Idhar main..
Per uss khamoshi main hum nay dhairon batain keen
Tumhari aankhain...
Aur mairi muskurahat ki jumbish
Jis main..
Hum nay aik dosray ko apna aap havalay ker diya
Kabhi na vapis lainay kay liye..
Tumharay hathon ka lamse mairi hathailion kay raastay..
Mairay khoon main sara'at ker gaya
Kabhi na ruknay kay liye...
Aur..
Mairi saanson main tumhari khushbo ki mehkaar aagae..
Kabhi na murjhanay kay liye..

Suno!!
Abb mujhay maloom hua hai..
Muhabbat kia pagal pan hai!!!

Chand Ghantay
Male version by Me

main ne kae jeevan jiye
un chand ghanton ke har ik pal mein
jo hawa ki manind...
hamain cho ke nikal gae
bay reham waqt bhi
tham na paya..
per us ki eik eik sa'aat mein
mein ne tumhain chaha hai.

saray rastay
idhar mein khamosh udhar tum..
per us khamoshi mein meri roh aur teri roh ne
iqrar kia, izhar kia, aur pyar kia
tumharay phool se hont aur un ki jumbish...
jo meri nazroon ki chubhan se thi
haya ki deewarain gira bethi
aur meray hath beqaboo..
teray hathoon ko apna bethay
shidat-e-jazbaat ke ahsaas
meri roh se teray jism mein sara'at ker gaye
aur jab meray hont..
meray zabt se bagawat ker bethay
tumhari sansoon ko betarteeb aur tumhain badhawas...
apnay narm aur num ahsas ki khushbo...
tumhain sonp aye

Suno!!
Abb mujhay maloom huwa hai..
ye pagal pan hi muhabbat hai!!!

2:59 AM

2:59 Am is exactly what my computer clock is showing right now, strange time.

Suddenly the environment becomes so empty. T.V. on mute and no tick tick of the keyboard. There is no hum of A.C. tonight, the window is open and it feels like emptiness is slowly crawling in from the window as well. A fear of power failure has lessened since I read the slide on ARYOne that the problem has been fixed.

Cell on charging gives an impression its hibernating, 7 people online on MSN and I am talking to none. Diary just besides me, a book I am reading is on the table but I don’t feel like reading it right now. Another book (I am reading two books simultaneously) is on the pillow and same goes for it.

13 hours of power failure caused a headache but I am not sleepy yet. And I am thinking my teeth are becoming bad and I need to see my dentist; I know I will end up delaying it again for (maybe) months. In my mind, I was thinking what things I need to get done by tomorrow and it turned out several things depend on other things which are not in my hands so the only two left.

I think blogger is having problem too because I wasn’t able to post comments so that too is not going in my favor. Usually when once you can’t post you end up not posting a comment for that entry although you wanted to (or maybe you didn’t that badly).

I am disappointed, at several things perhaps.

August

So, how many of you wear Pakistani flag’s badge on their shirts in August? I usually wear one from the beginning of the month till the end. Have heard some critics and some people have appreciated it. But I like to wear one anyway.

T.V.

I examined some of my electronic skills on the T.V. myself and it seems to be working fine for now. Those were more or less ‘cleaning’ skill rather then electronics but unless they are working for me its all good. I think I just saved (or atleast delayed the expense of) RS 1500 to 2500.

T.V. again.

It's not even been two months to this post and here I am again with the second T.V. not working this time. This one is not in warranty anymore.

Anyone know any licensed SONY Service Centers in/near Gulshan?

Book Review

The text of the first xerographic image, created in a makeshift laboratory in Astoria, Queens, by Mr. Chester Carlson, the inventor of xerography.

I finished reading ‘Prophets in the dark’ by David Kearns and David Nadler (Though Mr. Kearns is the core writer Nadler joins him in the end when they share some personal experience). The book is about how the Xerox (famous copier company) reinvented itself to beat the Japanese companies when Xerox was at its worst downfall.

Mr. Kearns who served as the CEO of Xerox from 1982 to 1990 starts the story from Mr. Chester Carlson, the inventor of the historic office invention, the photocopier. He continues to tell us about his life and how he ended up joining Xerox from IBM. And ofcourse, the remarkable history of the company itself.

The first machine Xerox introduced was 914. A massive success, though there had been enormous defects but it was a success nevertheless. The company grew at enormous pace. Various other successful managers were hired from different companies like Ford, IBM etc. And thousands of people were hired as worker, sales representatives and so on.

With the Ford men onboard a cultural and political difference started to grow in the company over the years. Xerox people felt they owned it, knew well what they are dealing with while the new management from Ford were the people who believed in numbers and statistics. They only knew the concept of how to grow.

Xerox encountered various sues, even from the government itself on its patent, that the company monopolize the copier business. IBM told Xerox whether to allow it or not they were going to make the copier and so did the Kodak. Xerox did win the sue against IBM but they finally ended up relaxing their patent because there was no way out. Although the copiers introduced by these companies were no better but customers were fed up of the jams, defects, customer supports etc from the Xerox end. And then the Japanese came and they were selling the machines lower then the cost Xerox spent to make these machines.

Once 90% of the copier market was captured by Xerox, now only remained at 12%. The company was going down and no one was willing to admit. After all we are the best, we are the pioneers. The mind set was arrogant.

It was obvious that company needed the Quality products to survive, but what is quality? No one understood (yes that is true, even often we don’t understand what quality really mean). It was mentioned in the meetings but never acted upon. And then external consultant was hired. Mr. Nadler.

Communication gaps between the company and the customer was at its worst height. Xerox was not making the products that a customer wanted. Communication gap within the company was huge. One of the interesting concepts Nadler introduced was external and internal customers. When the suppliers get the supplies from the warehouse, suppliers are the customers and so forth. Now is the customer satisfied? What are the requirements of the customer? Are they being fulfilled? The analysis showed that there were people in the company who didn’t had any customers, and they were asked to stop doing what they were doing. Similarly before any meeting two questions became essential. Who is the customer? What is the customer requirement? It turned out that half of the time there was no customer and since those meetings never needed.

It was certain that the change is required; the whole culture of the company needed to change, and quality throughout the company was needed and fast. More important, top management must not only agree but truly understand what kind of a change it will be and what really the quality is. Training was held for the top people and within some years it was planed that every employee will go through the same training. (Consider a company who have hundred thousand employees) and each employee going through a training twice. Notation of Learn it, Use it, Teach it and Inspect it was introduced. LUTI.

Several benchmarks were introduced with top companies and achieved. People were motivated, rewards were given. It wasn’t achieved in a day or a month or year but took a decade. Though the basic concept was understood even before. There weren’t only the good decisions, there were massive bad one’s too.

What makes the book actually interesting is, every detail Mr. Kearns provide about every problem faced, its background, history and the problem itself. What was intended solution and why? What was the thought process behind? And when it turned out not being the good decision the reasons why? Mr. Kearns admits several bad decisions he made, several learnings. Perhaps most common being ‘Not every manager you like is the perfect manager for the job.’ The book is an excellent read for the students and businessmen equally.

Please Explain

Hain? Just two days ago we spoke and now the email? Is it a joke?

What will she think?

I was driving back home, at the signal, when the light was red, there was this Rachshaw almost parallel but bit away from my car. A woman of around 28-30 was in and her ‘dopatta’ was hanging out, touching the back-wheel and it was already torn apart, not to mention it was indeed dangerous if it gets stuck in the running wheel.

When we had an eye contact I intuitively tried to point towards the ‘dopatta’ and my lips moved verbally saying it but without a voice. I don’t know what she thought; she instantly turned her face away in anger, muttering something (probably swearing at me).

Fair enough. But a sudden question came in my mind, when she gets home and notices what happened to her ‘dopatta’ what will she think? (a) Will she realize what I was trying to say? (b) Or, she will just think it was another bad day, started off with a guy waving hand at her and ended up with messed up cloths?