Second attempt at blogging

19 09 2007

Well after 14th May 2006, I am restarting a blog. This time it is more of a web presence than anything else. My primary blog is still House to Home which is updated daily. So make sure you have a look at the same.

Occasionally I will update it with a few details or rantings on the way of life in India….

So long




27 12 2005

Composing again ….had a nice and needed two day break….

Year 2005 is coming to a slow end. 2006 promises to be a different year for most of.

Personally I get the creeps with the fact that 2+6=8 !! I know its insane, but somehow you wonder about these things.

I met Vijay an old colleague and friend of mine of Sunday.

My other friend Surya announced that he would be getting married next year !!!

These things make me wonder about the true monotonicity that is exhibited by humans.

A very small fraction of us actually end up doing something different.

I hope to do something different too.

lets see.

more to come soon.


Bluff Master

18 12 2005

Wow , the rains in chennai continue….Today 18th Dec, the rain almost didnt cease for the entire day.

braved the weather to go for a movie at satyam

“bluff master”

the wait (for ticket – prebooked ) was well worth it as we were in for some surprise.

Went to a theatre called 6 Degrees and it was awesome !! well worth 110 bucks…

Lovely leather like seats, ample leg space and the aura – mindblowing….

movie was a drag initially….but guys take my word for it , it was mind blowing !!

watch it in theatre for that effects…

yday at home it was harry potter – 4 , ok 🙂

A tribute to Peter Drucker – thanks to TNSK

16 12 2005

Here’s a brilliant article on how Peter Drucker learnt and grew. A very
inspirational piece from the management thinker who has a place in the
history of mankind

My Life as a Knowledge Worker

The leading management thinker describes seven personal experiences
taught him how to grow, to change, and to age–without becoming a
prisoner of the past

I was not yet 18 when, having finished high school, I left my native
Vienna and went to Hamburg as a trainee in a cotton-export firm. My
father was not very happy. Ours had been a family of civil servants,
professors, lawyers, and physicians for a very long time. He therefore
wanted me to be a full-time university student, but I was tired of
a schoolboy and wanted to go to work. To appease my father, but without
any serious intention, I enrolled at Hamburg University in the law
faculty. In those remote days–the year was 1927–one did not have to
attend classes to be a perfectly proper university student. All one had
to do to obtain a university degree was to pay a small annual fee and
show up for an exam at the end of four years.


The work at the export firm was terribly boring, and I learned very

Work began at 7:30 in the morning and was over at 4 in the afternoon on
weekdays and at noon on Saturdays. So I had lots of free time. Once a
week I went to the opera.
On one of those evenings I went to hear an opera by the great
19th-century Italian composer, Giuseppe Verdi–the last opera he wrote,
Falstaff. It has now become one of Verdi’s most popular operas, but it
was rarely performed then. Both singers and audiences thought it too
difficult. I was totally overwhelmed by it. Although I had heard a
great many operas, I had never heard anything like that. I have never
forgotten the impression that evening made on me.

When I made a study, I found that this opera, with its gaiety, its zest
for life, and its incredible vitality, was written by a man of 80! To
80 was an incredible age. Then I read what Verdi himself had written
when he was asked why, at that age, when he was already a famous man
considered one of the foremost opera composers of his century, he had
taken on the hard work of writing one more opera, and an exceedingly
demanding one. “All my life as a musician,” he wrote, “I have striven
for perfection. It has always eluded me. I surely had an obligation to
make one more try.”

I have never forgotten those words–they made an indelible impression
me. When he was 18 Verdi was already a seasoned musician. I had no
what I would become, except that I knew by that time that I was
to be a success exporting cotton textiles. But I resolved that whatever
my life’s work would be, Verdi’s words would be my lodestar. I resolved
that if I ever reached an advanced age, I would not give up but would
keep on.

In the meantime I would strive for perfection, even though, as I well
knew, it would surely always elude me.


It was at about this same time, and also in Hamburg during my stay as a
trainee that I read a story that conveyed to me what perfection means.
It is a story of the greatest sculptor of ancient Greece, Phidias. He
was commissioned around 440 b.c. to make the statues that to this day
stand on the roof of the Parthenon, in Athens. They are considered
the greatest sculptures of the Western tradition, but when Phidias
submitted his bill, the city accountant of Athens refused to pay it.
“These statues,” the accountant said, “stand on the roof of the temple,
and on the highest hill in Athens. Nobody can see anything but their
fronts. Yet you have charged us for sculpting them in the round–that
is, for doing their back sides, which nobody can see.”

“You are wrong,” Phidias retorted. “The gods can see them.” I read
as I remember, shortly after I had listened to Falstaff, and it hit me
hard. I have not always lived up to it. I have done many things that I
hope the gods will not notice, but I have always known that one has to
strive for perfection even if only the gods notice.

THE THIRD EXPERIENCE Taught by Journalism

A few years later I moved to Frankfurt. I worked first as a trainee in
brokerage firm. Then, after the New York stock market crash, in October
1929, when the brokerage firm went bankrupt, I was hired on my 20th
birthday by Frankfurt’s largest newspaper as a financial and
foreign-affairs writer I continued to be enrolled as a law student at
the university because in those days one could easily transfer from one
European university to any other. I still was not interested in the
but I remembered the lessons of Verdi and of Phidias. A journalist has
to write about many subjects, so I decided I had to know something
many subjects to be at least a competent journalist.

The newspaper I worked for came out in the afternoon. We began work at
in the morning and finished by a quarter past 2 in the afternoon, when
the last edition went to press. So I began to force myself to study
afternoons and evenings: international relations and international law;
the history of social and legal institutions; finance; and so on.
Gradually, I developed a system. I still adhere to it. Every three or
four years I pick a new subject. It may be Japanese art; it may be
economics. Three years of study are by no means enough to master a
subject, but they are enough to understand it. So for more than 60
I have kept on studying one subject at a time. That not only has given
me a substantial fund of knowledge. It has also forced me to be open to
new disciplines and new approaches and new methods–for every one of
subjects I have studied makes different assumptions and employs a
different methodology.

THE FOURTH EXPERIENCE Taught by an Editor-in-Chief

The next experience to report in this story of keeping me
alive and growing is something that was taught by an editor-in-chief,
one of Europe’s leading newspapermen. The editorial staff at the
newspaper consisted of very young people. At age 22 I became one of the
three assistant managing editors. The reason was not that I was
particularly good. In fact, I never became a first-rate daily
But in those years, around 1930, the people who should have held the
kind of position I had–people age 35 or so–were not available in
Theyhad been killed in World War I. Even highly responsible positions
had to be filled by young people like me.

The editor-in-chief, then around 50, took infinite pains to train and
discipline his young crew. He discussed with each of us every week the
work we had done. Twice a year, right after New Year’s and then again
before summer vacations began in June, we would spend a Saturday
afternoon and all of Sunday discussing our work over the preceding six
months. The editor would always start out with the things we had done
well. Then he would proceed to the things we had tried to do well. Next
he reviewed the things where we had not tried hard enough. And finally,
he would subject us to a scathing critique of the things we had done
badly or had failed to do.
The last two hours of that session would then serve as a projection of
our work for the next six months: What were the things on which we
should concentrate? What were the things we should improve? What were
the things each of us needed to learn? And a week later each of us was
expected to submit to the editor-in-chief our new program of work and
learning for the next six months. I tremendously enjoyed the sessions,
but I forgot them as soon as I left the paper.
Almost 10 years later, after I had come to the United States, I
remembered them. It was in the early 1940s, after I had become a senior
professor, started my own consulting practice, and begun to publish
major books.
Since then I have set aside two weeks every summer in which to review
work during the preceding year, beginning with the things I did well
could or should have done better, down to the things I did poorly and
the things I should have done but did not do. I decide what my
priorities should be in my consulting work, in my writing, and in my
teaching. I have never once truly lived up to the plan I make each
August, but it has forced me to live up to Verdi’s injunction to
for perfection, even though “it has always eluded me” and still does.

THE FIFTH EXPERIENCE Taught by a Senior Partner

My next learning experience came a few years after my experience on the
newspaper. From Frankfurt I moved to London in 1933, first working as a
securities analyst in a large insurance company and then, a year later,
moving to a small but fast-growing private bank as an economist and the
executive secretary to the three senior partners. One, the founder, was
a man in his seventies; the two others were in their mid thirties. At
first I worked exclusively with the two younger men, but after I had
been with the firm some three months or so, the founder called me into
his office and said, “I didn’t think much of you when you came here and
still don’t think much of you, but you are even more stupid than I
thought you would be, and much more stupid than you have any right to
be.” Since the two younger partners had been praising me to the skies
each day, I was dumbfounded.
And then the old gentlemen said, “I understand you did very good
securities analysis at the insurance company. But if we had wanted you
to do securities-analysis work, we would have left you where you were.
You are now the executive secretary to the partners, yet you continue
do securities analysis. What should you be doing now, to be effective
your new job?” I was furious, but still I realized that the old man was
right. I totally changed my behavior and my work. Since then, when I
have a new assignment, I ask myself the question, “What do I need to
now that I have a new assignment, to be effective?” Every time, it is
something different. Discovering what it is requires concentration on
the things that are crucial to the new challenge, the new job, the new

THE SIXTH EXPERIENCE Taught by the Jesuits and the Calvinists

Quite a few years later, around 1945, after I had moved from England to
the United States in 1937, I picked for my three-year study subject
early modern European history, especially the 15th and 16th centuries.
found that two European institutions had become dominant forces in
Europe: the Jesuit Order in the Catholic South and the Calvinist Church
in the Protestant North. Both were founded independently in 1536. Both
adopted the same learning discipline.

Whenever a Jesuit priest or a Calvinist pastor does anything of
significance–making a key decision, for instance–he is expected to
write down what results he anticipates. Nine months later he traces
from the actual results to those anticipations. That very soon shows
what he did well and what his strengths are. It also shows him what he
has to learn and what habits he has to change. Finally, it shows him
what he has no gift for and cannot do well. I have followed that method
for myself now for 50 years. It brings out what one’s strengths
are–and that is the most important thing an individual can know about
himself or herself. It brings out areas where improvement is needed and
suggests what kind of improvement is needed.

Finally, it brings out things an individual cannot do and therefore
should not even try to do. To know one’s strengths, to know how to
improve them and to know what one cannot do–they are the keys to
continuous learning.


One more experience, and then I am through with the story of my
development. At Christmas 1949, when I had just begun to teach
management at New York University, my father, then 73 years old, came
visit us from California. Right after New Year’s, on January 3, 1950,
and I went to visit an old friend of his, the famous economist Joseph
Schumpeter. My father had already retired, but Schumpeter, then 66 and
world famous, was still teaching at Harvard and was very active as the
president of the American Economic Association.

In 1902 my father was a very young civil servant in the Austrian
Ministry of Finance, but he also did some teaching in economics at the
Thus he had come to know Schumpeter, who was then, at age 19, the most
brilliant of the young students. Two more-different people are hard to
imagine: Schumpeter was flamboyant, arrogant, abrasive, and vain; my
father was quiet, the soul of courtesy, and modest to the point of
self-effacing. Still, the two became fast friends and remained fast

By 1949 Schumpeter had become a very different person. In his last year
of teaching at Harvard, he was at the peak of his fame. The two old men
had a wonderful time together, reminiscing about the old days.
my father asked with a chuckle, “Joseph, do you still talk about what
you want to be remembered for?” Schumpeter broke out in loud laughter.
For Schumpeter was notorious for having said, when he was 30 or so and
had published the first two of his great economics books, that what he
really wanted to be remembered for was having been “Europe’s greatest
lover of beautiful women and Europe’s greatest horseman–and perhaps
also the world’s greatest economist.” Schumpeter said, “Yes, this
question is still important to me, but I now answer it differently. I
want to be remembered as having been the teacher who converted half a
dozen brilliant students into first-rate economists.”

He must have seen an amazed look on my father’s face, because he
continued, “You know, Adolph, I have now reached the age where I know
that being remembered for books and theories is not enough. One does
make a difference unless it is a difference in the lives of people.”
reason my father had gone to see Schumpeter was that it was known that
the economist was very sick and would not live long. Schumpeter died
five days after we visited him.

I have never forgotten that conversation. I learned from it three
First, one has to ask oneself what one wants to be remembered for.
Second, that should change. It should change both with one’s own
maturity and with changes in the world. Finally, one thing worth being
remembered for is the difference one makes in the lives of people.

I am telling this long story for a simple reason. All the people I know
who have managed to remain effective during a long life have learned
pretty much the same things I learned. That applies to effective
business executives and to scholars, to top-ranking military people and
to first-rate physicians, to teachers and to artists. Whenever I work
with a person, I try to find out to what the individual attributes his
or her success. I am invariably told stories that are remarkably like

[Adapted from Drucker on Asia: The Drucker-Nakauchi Dialogue , by
F.Drucker and Isao Nakauchi ]

Back to blogging

16 12 2005

Hello All….

Now is when I feel comfortable enough to sit and write down a blog….

I hope to make this more regular, now that I have a good internet connection at home.

As always, please feel free to comment.

venice day 4: – 28 mar 2005

28 03 2005

This is the last day in venice and we had almost seen everything around.

woke up early but amit continued to sleep. he was not too well. yday evening we went to a medicince store to get him some tablets for cold. he talked to the old italian lady in english and remarked to me in hindi that ye achi angregi bol leti hai, the medicine shop lady said, main achi hindi bhi bol leti hoon !! we were surprised a lot.

i had bath and packed up and woke up amit. there was a struggle for the loo. had no bfast in the morning and checked out of the hotel. our luggage remained in the hotel though.

then went to purchase a boat ticket and went again to st mark square to do some shopping,

bought some ties and then thought of eating in mcdonlads. but it was too crowded, so went again to the chineese restaurant. had an ok and heavy lunch and came back to the hotel.

had a good coffee and then went on to leave to the station. the train to verona was starting at 1517. caught that and went to verona…..had some good company from italian couple who talked very sweetly.

got down in verona and took the train to munich from there. the journey was ok. many people in the train and couple of kids and good looking women including some indians kept me occupied. also listened to some music and saw some good scenaries outside.

was talking to one afghanistani hindu who settled in germany. his daughter was nice. 😉

then at around 1030 reached ismaning via munich and made a dinner for myself and also did some laundry at the night !

slept very late at around 1 am or so.

venice day 3: – 27 mar 2005

27 03 2005

Today the clocks changed one hour later , so instead of 9 it was 10….and this made our sleep last longer on the clock…so had to really rush for getting ready. today was sunday and it was so crowded outside. after getting ready and having breakfast, went on to go outside. amit was not feeling well and had caught a cold.

We both had had enough of venice actually.

after breakfast, went on to a place called st george island or something like that and took some pictures. the view from there was pretty good.

soon crossed the water body and reached st mark square again. this time we went on top of the campenalli tower and the view from the top was superb.

came down and roamed around in the shops here and there. bought a few things and went on to have chineese lunch for a change and it was cool ….

back at the hotel. out boat ticket had expired in the evening. so strolled around and found another chineese restaurant.

had an ok dinner there and had some good chats with new guys

chris from us
mark from us

after all the chit chats went on to sleep at maybe 1200 or so….tomm is the last day in venice for us.