Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Time-Money Conundrum


It was a tiresome day today. As I was about to wind up, I was eager to get back home. Although, I did not plan to do anything particularly interesting at home, just the thought of sitting back and relaxing with a cup of hot tea was quite enticing. Figured it would be an easy passage after that till bed time.

But, as is the case these days, after enjoying my tea and a hearty chat with my wife, I felt stuck. Yes ... stuck. I do not know if feeling 'stuck' can be classified as an emotion, none the less the emotion was getting quite overwhelming. So, I got in my new SX4 and went for a tide on Palm Beach road, hoping a new set of wheels might set my life back in motion again.

On the road, all alone, my thoughts drifted. And, I do not know why, a conversation I had with my grandpa some time back caught my attention. He has lived a full life, my grandpa ... worked hard to make a living ... became a collector ... saw his children grow up and reach new heights in personal and professional life ... dispensed his wealth amongst his children and is witnessing the same with the next generation as well. Come what may, he is stoic as ever. Having achieved so much, he is entitled to be proud of himself and to live his remaining days in class and comfort. But, as long as I can remember, he wears faded white clothes, walks in worn out chappals and sleeps on the floor. His simplicity draws many people towards him for advice, both within and outside the family. Undoubtedly, I admire his thoughts and way of life immensely.

So, under a star filled Hyderabad sky, early last year, after taking his advice on my marital thoughts, I asked him his secret mantra. After a brief pause he replied," I never hurried myself into anything. And that is because I never over-valued two things, TIME and MONEY". Pearls of wisdom seldom are easily understood. How can one achieve so much by not valuing time and money, the two basic drivers of modern living, I thought. I have been pondering over his words ever since.

After doing some research on Time and Money, I was still unable to understand my Grandpa's views. There is ample evidence in human history to support my thoughts too. When man understood the cyclical pattern in nature, he started planning his days more effectively. He began to be more productive at hunting and gathering first and much later in cultivating crops after having understood the cyclical patters of seasons. In effect, he began to 'Time' his activities optimally. No wonder, periodic events and periodic motion have long served as standards for units of time. In modern science a second is defined in terms of periodic radiation emitted by caesium atoms. 60 seconds is one hour, 24 hours a day and so on. Imagine human evolution without knowing these seconds, hours and days!

Add some more years to human evolution after discovery of time, man become so good at 'Timing' his activities, he started having surplus resources. More cattle than needed, more food than required. He began to trade the surplus in what is known as "barter" exchange. As time went on, pieces of paper and metal coins began to be exchanged for goods and vice versa. Man discovered money. Money was the promise of comfort. Whatever one needed, money could buy it. Life was made much simpler. Imagine survival without a penny!

Summarizing, conceptualizing Time led to resource surplus which in turn necessitated the concept of money, and money has made human life much simpler. Time coupled with Money, has set the manual "Human Machine" in to an automatic mode. There is always less time in which more money is to be earned. The energy released during conversion of Time in to Money is what is driving human engine today.

Back in my SX4, during my supposedly serene drive on palm beach road, I kept encountering red traffic signals. No car in sight but I still had to stop, which irritated the hell out of me. "Traffic Signals, What and idiotic concept", I thought to myself. That is when the mystery unraveled. Grandpa's pearls of wisdom started making sense.

Traffic signal is a concept devised by man to maintain orderly traffic flow. It helps motorists to fulfill their task of going from point A to Point B safely. So traffic signals are facilitators to a smooth journey and not the end aim of the journey itself. People don't get on the road in search of traffic signals, do they.

Just like traffic signals, Time and Money are concepts devised by man to facilitate orderly and meaningful life. However, the great tragedy of modern life is that man is inseparably wired to these concepts, so much so, that he equates his life with time left and money earned. In his quest to solve the Time-Money conundrum, man has deluded himself in to believing 'time is money' and money is life. To put things in perspective, the situation is not much different from all the motorists stopping at each traffic signal, squabbling over the ownership of the traffic pole, uprooting it and putting it in their cars and moving on to grab next one. Lunatic behavior. Man is turning lunatic because of is slavery to the very concepts invented by him, Time and Money.

So the mantra is, don't hurry yourself for lack of time and push yourself to earn money quickly. Instead focus on living a meaningful life. Do this and you will find there is sufficient time to earn sufficient money to facilitate your comfortable living. And my Grandpa's a living example of this.

Closing thoughts: I saw an interview on BBC recently. A Russian astronomer on board a spaceship orbiting earth was airing his views. Amongst many things, the most disconcerting aspect for him about living in space was seeing 11 sunrises and sunsets in a day. When asked how did he cope with this, he replied, " I set my watch to Russian time and work from 9.00 a.m till 5.00 p.m. daily. I have to earn my salary, don't I?". I guess he is at the point of no return now!!!

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Joy Ride



Average life expectancy for a healthy individual is 75 years.
Discounting for modern day pressures and lifestyle, we all can expect to live upto 68-70 years.
That equates to about 35,000,000 seconds.
We'd all like to believe we are in control of each of these 35 million seconds.
Some of us set goals and targets to achieve the most out of these 35 million seconds.
Some of us look for true love and friends as company for most of these 35 million seconds.
Some of us take tremendous joy out of every small achievement in these 35 million seconds.
Some of us sulk for each failure in these 35 million seconds.
All of us, in these 35 million seconds, try to ride the waves of peace and turmoil the best we can.
End aim is to stay on top of the wave and see the light of peace, during each of these 35 million seconds.
At the end of it all, some are happy, some are sad, some find peace, some see God when they breath their last breath.

Irrespective of the end, whichever way you look at it, if we make a sincere effort to consciously LIVE through each of these 35 million seconds, its a life well lived.

Because, it takes only one of these 35 million seconds to trash all of the rest, before and after, in to the realm of irrelevance.

Whoever said, "You live only once", is absolutely wrong. You live each and every moment cause you can die each and every moment. If you are not dead you are alive. Might as well enjoy that moment.

I survived a horrible car crash on 19th Oct' 10, 1.10 a.m.


I was driving my mom, sister and her two very young kids home from the airport.

Every second after that I have felt the following:
- Sad (for I could have been the reason for death of my family)
- Petrified (of the life ahead, had something happened to the younger kid, a 3 month old)
- Disgusted (at the way I have lead my life till now)
- Protected (Coz something happened which should not happen)
- Happy (Coz things turned out fine)
- Hopeful (For a wondeful life ahead)

And I reflect. I always had the same feelings all along.

Before the crash and even now, after the crash. Only reasons are different.

I was living back then, so I am living now, and I'll be living till my clock stops.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Below is a random listing of some clips/songs that struck a chord with me ...
The list is by no means exhaustive ... most of them I can't find on Youtube ...
There is no meaning to them collectively ... atleast not that I can fathom at this point in time ... may be sometime later ...

(Pls. open the hyperlinks in a new tab/window)









Monday, March 1, 2010

Celestial Fix


People who know me, know that I have very poor directional sense. Quite often I end up taking a wrong turn or miss a turn and then find myself lost. Its not that I am not aware of the route, its just that I am not aware of where I am going. And its the same story with my life as well. No prices for guessing why. I am not aware of where I am going. Needless to say, this blissful state of unawareness has put me in embarrassing situations countless number of times.

Unable to cope with such repeated embarrassments I decided to analyze the problem with a strong desire to find a solution. This blog is more of a log of my analysis.

On the face of it, the problem is not dynamic, its static. If it sounds a bit complicated, allow me to explain. Hypothetically suppose during my drive from point A to point B there are 3 turns. First is to left which leads me to point B in least possible time. Second is a right which also leads to B but is a slightly longer route. Third is a left which does not take me to B, so I have to take a u-turn there. During this dynamic process of driving from A to B, I am faced with 3 static decision making points. The problem becomes more complex if the route is long and circuitous, as is the case with life. However, the point remains, outcome of the dynamic process rests on decisions taken at static points.

Analyzing further, the problem faced by me is similar to the problem faced by early explorers, albeit at a much reduced scale. I can relate to navigator in the middle of the ocean wanting to reach shore but not knowing which way to go. So, if they were able to find a solution to their problem, may be it will apply to mine as well. Their solution was the science of Navigation. Following is a gist of my understanding of this science.

To Navigate is to determine and traverse a geographical track so as to avoid all hazards between the departure point to destination. The process to develop a complete description of a vessel from departure point to point of destination is called Voyage planning.

Studies show 80% of navigational accidents are caused by human error and in most of these cases information to prevent the accident is ready at hand to the navigator.

In order to avoid such accidents, a set of daily tasks were defined for prudent navigation. Most basic of those are:

  1. Continuously monitor project the vessel’s current position by maintaining a log of vessel’s previous position, speed and direction. (A process called ‘Dead Recokoning’)
  2. Verify the current location of the vessel by observing its relative position from fixed objects (Stars, planets etc.) (A process called ‘Celestial Fix’)
  3. Recording and keeping track of exact Time (without which tracking of longitude is impossible)
  4. Determine the error in his instruments by tracking the Sun (A process called ‘Azimuth observation’) and account for the error in his calculations.
  5. Determine the drift from the normal course on account of wind, waves etc. and correct it.
Modern day navigators have a whole set of near ‘zero error’ electronic tools and techniques to rely upon. Yet, the basic tenets of navigation set out above are strictly adhered to.

To narrow it down further, I think the mantra of navigation is:
Periodically keep an accurate record of where you are, reorient yourself to know which direction to proceed and keep heading towards where you want to be!

Applying this mantra of navigation to my problem, i realized my earlier problem definition of, 'I am not aware of where I am going', is flawed because every time I set out driving on the road, I know where I have to go. Same is the case with life, I know what my goal is. So the problem is not my lack of awareness of where I have to go, rather it is ignorance of which direction to go in. Once I know where I am, it is easier to re-orient myself and choose my direction. I can take the correct turn between A & B only when I know at which turn I am at, 1st, 2nd or last.

Its interesting that quite a few books on self-help relate life to a sailing adventure. I always felt its a very dramatic way of looking at life. Only now do I realize that its probably one of the best ways to set a context to your life. Application of tried and tested navigation techniques do find traction in such a context.

I am quite sure application of the science of navigation will solve my problem on the road. But, when it comes to life, I am not so sure. Coz finding 'Celestial fixes' (or signboards as some would like to call them) is easy on well traveled roads but they are not so evident in personal life. But I am sure it will help avoid many of the hazards. So, I am off to find my 'Celestial fixes' and recommend you do the same!!!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Him and Me

It is morning already. The clock hung on the opposite wall shows 7.00 a.m. when it actually is 6.50 a.m.

Logic – Rationale behind his clock being 10 minutes ahead of whole of India – “Waking 10 minutes early gives more time to get ready and get going, there’s a train to catch at 8.16”.

Fact – With His first glance at the clock, He thinks “F**k 8.16 … will take 9.12” … ends up reaching the station at 9.10 and runs with firm belief that His life leaves from platform 3 @ 9.12 and He has to be in it to stay alive!

Thoughts – 1 Hr 15 minutes commute to Andheri station invariably feels longer with following thoughts of His:
“Look at these bozos … crammed into one FIRST CLASS compartment, thinking they are a Class above people in the second class. Lazy buggers all of em .. why can’t they wake up early to catch the 8.16 Vashi local?”
“Shit man!!! An hour late .. so much work to do .. and that 60 year old dinosaur (a.k.a. Boss) will make every minute count … why doesn’t he drop dead?”
“Mankhurd … GIANT SHIT HOLE … shoot em all.”
“BLANK”
“Read the paper a*****e .. be sharp”
“Drive the f***ing car to office”
“BLANK”
“What’s happening with her .. hope she’s alrite”
“BLANK”
“BLANK”
“ZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
“You step on my toe and I’ll kill ya”
“Get down man .. lets get going”

The walk – Feeling fully refreshed with such philosophical thoughts during his 1Hr 15 mins meditation He prepares for His 20 mins long walk of glory. Rayban shades .. Red Tape boots … Glittering watch … Hero’s gait … “Look at me girls … PLEASE …”.
Walk of vanity fuelled by tons of inhaled carbon monoxide ends at the dullest place in this universe .. this is where He is supposed to WORK.

Switch – He plugs in his laptop (rather .. into his laptop) .. switches the power on .. and then it happens. For the next 8 hours what ensues is random switching between his world and world of Excel sheets, Word docs & Lotus notes. There is also a third world .. the world of voice .. good old telephone. Ofcourse only one lord has dominion over his three worlds .. you know who .. the boss!

Packup – He switches off his laptop .. tidies his desk .. walks out of the door. Begins the same journey back home again .. only this time the thoughts are different … “ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”

Back home – Dinner .. TV .. Chat ..

Me – It is bedtime again. He is about to sleep. We begin our bedtime talk and He is listening to me attentively without any arguments or reservations. This night, like every other night for so many years now, I share my observations about Him and dispense my advice. He knows that I always keep an eye out for him, observing him from a distance. He has made so many mistakes in the past. Painstakingly, we have worked towards righting them one by one. Some may never be solved. But its alright. Time heals. I look at Him and feel such deep kinship with Him; I am sure he will be me someday. But I think about tomorrow and a sad, sinking feeling engulfs me all over again. I hate Him and everything He does.

Questions –
1) Who is He?
2) Why is he living the way He is?
3) Does He need me or is He ok being left alone?
4) Does He need someone else?
5) Do I need Him???

Thursday, January 24, 2008

A masterpiece everyday ...

BORED of the monotony in your daily life?

Tired of lack of creativity and colour in your life??

Need to see a masterpiece to satisfy your taste for art???

Well, you do not need to go to those expensive Art Galleries. All you need to do is JUST LOOK UP!!!!

Behold a masterpiece everyday on the biggest canvas one can ever see.



















Monday, January 21, 2008

Ripples in the pond ... waves in an ocean .. is there any difference?

Isn't it facinating how humans are always amazed by tall skyscrapers, big machines, giant ships etc? It seems, our perception of size of every object is a function of awareness of our own dimensions. When we say, "Wow! Look at the size of this Elephant is?" we really meant how big is it compared to us. If we had to choose between a wrestler and a marathon runner to lift a huge log, we would bet on the wrestler without hesitation. Why? Because, in the physical world size does matter.

But, come to think of it, the word "big" is an ambiguity. Size is always relative. Size, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder. A person standing in a open field able to see the horizon is all directions will perceive our planet as a huge, never ending landscape of incomprehensible prortions. But, take the same man to the moon, and his perception of our planet will be very different. A blue planet with finite dimensions. View the same Earth from a distant star, it will be no more than a spec in the distance. That being the case, any object on this planet is not really big in the true scale of things.

The same holds true at the other end of the size spectrum as well. Imagine your self sitting on an electron revolving around the neucleus of an atom. This atom os one among many making up a molecule. There are millions of such molecule that make up the tip of a needle. For you, this subatomic world is your universe, a universe in another universe!

Dimensions of any physical object are relative in this existance. Only "thought" escapes this relativity. Perhaps this ability to think is what makes our existance "big" in the true sence of the word.