Thursday, March 29, 2007

Eddie. where art thou?

Last night I was at the game between the nets and pacers where Eddie House got walloped by a 250 pound monster. He is out for the season with a torn hip muscle and a mild concussion. This was the last thing we needed in an already bleakish season.
So, the bet thing at work is over where I was supposed to lose 10 % of my body weight to win the competition. I didn’t win. I just lost 5 pounds over the past 3 months and I didn’t even try. Three guys won and one of them even lost 25 pounds of his weight. This guy who I don’t know very well looks a lot younger and happier. Moral of the story is, the thinner you are, the better you look.
My friends are all having kids. The cycle of life is awesome. Friends who you grow up with, friends who were monkeys and kids themselves at one point of time have made their own. Now they will love, feel the love, feel the untapped emotions within. Awesome and more awesome.
When do you know that you are ready to have children? I guess no one ever knows. It just happens. All in good time I guess.
Work is going fine. It’s a nice feeling these days. Oh, I forgot mention SPRINGGGGGGGG.
Bloody spring is here and there is a spring to everybody’s step. Everyone is happy, radiant and friendly. The depressing winter jackets are gone. The layers and layers of clothes are gone. The darkness is gone. The sun looks on at you and reminds you what a beautiful earth we live on and how we need to keep it as pristine as we can. The air is fresh and crisp in the morning as I walk from the parking lot into the office. I wish I walked a lot more. I wish I woke up earlier and let the sun shine on me. I wish wasn’t as lazy as I am right now. I wish I could make a change. Maybe this year it will be different? Maybe this year I will do some running and make my heart move around a little? I just got a call from my tax guy. I wish I didn’t have to pay taxes and I lost my mood to be positive

Monday, March 19, 2007

None

It’s never the size of the deal. All deals are the same. If you approach it that way, you are bound to succeed and not die of a heart attack along the way.
World cup is happening. Who was I fooling? I was under the impression that I was losing interest in the game of cricket. Apparently I am as crazy as I was when I was younger. Even though I wasn’t watching, I was still checking the score every few minutes. Pakistani cricket is going through a bad time. It’s a damn shame that Woolmer had to die this way. My prayers are with his family. It’s a damn shame that Inzy had to leave like this. Time will heal.

Einstein? I don't think so.

The world of business is addictive. Bottom line to this phenomenon is supply and demand. Within this simple process lies millions and billions of ideas, epiphanies and implementations. The line between right and wrong is usually very thin. Key to success is information. The more information you have, the more successful you are. You would be amazed to discover how many human beings are actually nincompoops. Most people don’t see the bigger picture. Most people don’t take a step back and look at the whole thing. There in lies the key to success, mediocrity and failure. The ability to captivate, capitalize and process the bigger picture. Very few able minded people are there and those are the ones that pull the wool over people with less ability to have the patience and common sense. You don’t have to be a genius to do well in business. But, you have to be smart enough to catch the nuances of human behavior. It is not about companies, it is about the people.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Karmic Budha

We all live in very strange times. Everyone is out there to prove a point. It is all about the money. There are many parallel worlds that exist which we are not aware of or we tend to lose sight of. As you get older, life gets mundane and you are absorbed into this abyss of mediocrity of thought and actions. You lack the fresh ability to create and feel the zeal. You get to work, put your head down and get into that synchronized behavior which governs your inner fabric of process and achievement. You put in your best on a daily basis and wait for it to catch up and finally you want it to be a bang where you are extremely successful money wise and power wise.
It could all be blown away in a second. You could miss the road to bliss by a blink and be dead because someone was digging their nose and not paying attention and drove straight into your car. It is a world where permutations and combinations of situations are constantly working in a web and nothing has a reason, rhyme or karmic value to it. You are an entity that is subject to different levels of all these mentioned situations and you can get anywhere and be anything. The intent is to get there and that could be either up, down or in the middle.
We all have to wake up and smell the coffee. We all have to put our face down, work with that innate fabric of behavior and hope for the best.
Over the weekend my wife sent me to buy Toor Daal and milk at the Indian store close to my place. I was about to pay for my stuff when I saw the Hajmola bottle just by the check out counter. That is the wrong bloody place to keep hajmola. Especially for addicts like me. I have always had a weakness for Hajmola, Swad and that Mango chutney shit that I used to eat when I was a kid.
The nets season has been a huge disappointment. Some human beings with their action, conviction and timing are destined to be great while others are just plain ordinary. No matter what talent he brings to the court every time he is on it, Vince Carter is just an ordinary boy in an amazing man’s body. He is weak, indecisive and lacks the commitment of the mind to single out his path. He can never ever carry a franchise like Kidd did those 2 years. So, we shall wait for them to sink into mediocrity, get rid off him in the off season and hopefully give it one more shot.
Work is going good. Billionaires are human beings too. All he did was put his head down, took the fabric of work head on and let things happen. I learn from him and all I can hope for the best. I haven’t felt like writing in quite a while. Don’t know why. I guess I am tired by the end of the day and consumed by living life. As I keep reminding myself on a regular basis, it is time to slow down as usual and time to regulate my life, my time on this earth. Goodnight as I need to get my precious 8 hours.

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