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State of the World and where it is heading ..... Part 1

Have written about the economy, the recovery, the fear of hyper-inflation in recent times. Much of it has come true and some of it is unfolding with tell-tale signs seen all around us. Most of it isscary stuff so no great glee in me saying, "I told you so...". So this write-up is certainly not about that but what I foresee as scenarios emerging in the next few years as we close this decade and move to thenext in a few months. Am trying not to be a doomsday prophet but may unwittingly end up sounding like one. America is continuing to battle terrorism globally but with less and less support from many other countries. While the Obama Administration had originally thought that terrorism has seen its heydey and is starting to dwindle, some recent events have forced a rethink.Yemen and Somalia are emerging as new hubs for global terror apart from the Af-Pak cauldron. There is word that many splinter groups are linking up with the Al Qaeda while operating quite independently. Manyp...

A love poem for this Valentine's Day......

(With due apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) How much I love thee, let me count the many ways, Love the color of your skin, so many hues and shades. I love thee, way thy cherry lips gleen from early rays of light, long to kiss them, locked in a warm embrace. I love thee for those eyes, a gleam that leaves all in daze, so soft to all in its sights, no prejudice n equal in its gaze. I love thee for thine gait, so steady but lazy in its pace, carrying all the many souls, an all encompassing grace. I love thee for thine form, never once cease to amaze, Blue sea to snowy mounds, lovely contours of thy face. I love thee for sweetness of thy sounds, tonal interplays, the mellifluous voice, the peace of mind that it purveys. I love thee, I love thee, for all n more that it portrays, How I love thee, let me yet count the myriads of ways.... Sreeram - A Romantic poet or a simple patriot :-) ? Happy Valentine's day ........

We the people.......... Ours the Airline......

Have written enough about “we the people” and thought its time I wrote about what “we the people” created and endure day in and day out. The title, of course, is a dead giveaway. Yes..... My reference is to our flag carrier, i.e., Indian Airlines or more recently called Air India (AI from now on). I do have great respect for this entity not only because it is called in at times of crisis to serve the Nation and its people – be it evacuation of our people from the Gulf or other crisis-prone locales of this world that is home to non-resident Indians but also to serve remote parts of the country that no other private airline will bother to serve. It also has the envious reputation of having trained the first of the crew of a fledgling Singapore Airlines a few decades back. Not too far back in the past, it was also considered a world-class airline by many overseas. But somewhere this enterprise started to falter and go down a path that has put it in a time-warp of sorts. Wonder if it will ...

An act of faith or a leap of faith?

What greater pleasure for a woman when in love so deep to give herself fully to the man that forever she likes to keep. Womanhood and nothing less she stakes, no price too steep, For her, her man is everything, joy n pride that one sees seep. For a man, its the smile on his lady love that's top of the heap, much said about male ego, yet will follow his love like a sheep. When a right one comes along, he is willing to lose all his sleep, even the strongest of ones are over-powered in one fell sweep. To put his manhood where the mouth is, his faith's great leap, so vulnerable a moment, give fully his self, no ego here to reap.

We the people - Part 3 - The 2T2S syndrome.......

Hi folks,Had written previously about how we, as Indians, can certainly do with laughing at ourselves a little more. Here goes some more unique features that we share as Indians across the width and length of this great country. Think it is time to take stock and laugh at ourselves a bit. Here goes...... Have noticed that we Indians have at least four important behavioural features that are unique and so characteristic of us. I would like to call it the 2T2S effect... They are 1. Talk 2. Touch 3. Stare 4. Save steps 1. Talk : what is so special about this, you may ask? Of course citizens of all countries talk, right? Yeah!! They do but not like us.We speak endlessly and incessantly. We speak as a Nation without pausing to listen. We speak even when we are not called to say something. In short, we suffer from "verbal diarrhea" as a country.We say more than we need to always... much more... This is why it is unique. Think for a minute... God gave all mankind measured faculties...

Ode to the 2nd Law of Thermo Dynamics

This is an ode to an old axiom, the 2nd law of thermodynamics, Many that clarified how all the heat and work mingle and mix. Was Clausius who swore heat can't go from Alaska to Phoenix, Carnot averred that a li'l motive power can chill that pack of six!! Lord Kelvin that clarified all heat can be work but with a few leaks, 'cos bad boy entropy steals a bit of it, so heat ain't all in the works. Its heat that moves toy trains to big ships, a simple law of physics, But its warmth that moves people, this isn't physics but simple civics.

13 - It ain't so bad......

Why does the world fear thirteen as if so gruesome, After all in life, you always win some and lose some. Airlines avoid seating rows, those fridays turn fearsome, What's so wrong about this lovely prime so wholesome? In life, it's start of those teen years so awesome, When boys become men, Li'l girls turn so winsome. Isn't thirteen the time for fantasies, to try all of 'em? To break with the vows one had to make, as is custom. It's a time to explore new frontiers, try ad nauseum, open new boundaries, feel the pleasures so fulsome. To set the wrong notions to rest, let go the skepticism, Smell those fragrances, feel passion beyond symbolism. Sheer magic this thirteen, not a time to play possum, Come out of that shell, let go of it letting love blossom.