The bed that is now empty

My grandmother's bed is now empty. Today papa visited Dhuri to meet my grandfather, who is now in Dhuri. It's the first time that he has visited Dhuri after my grandmother's death. It pains me to imagine the sadness that he would've felt upon climbing the stairs and turning left to see my grandmother's bed empty. She isn't here. She's nowhere. She has left this world. I remember her smile and her happiness whenever she would see me. I miss her. I'll miss seeing her on her bed. I can't accept that bed without her. It's hard to believe that she's no more. Heart still feels like when I'll go to Dhuri, and I'll climb the stairs, and I'll turn left, I'll see her and my grandfather both sitting there.

Criticizing collectivism, and then preaching it!

In some of my case studies [American] as well as course material [German], the management culture in some of the countries in East Asia [particularly Japan] has been described as collectivism. The undertone has been negative, in that collectivism isn't such a good thing, since it impedes quick decision-making, and so on. The culture of individualism in the West, in contrast, is supposed to be a better culture - even the media frequently praises the West's individualism.

In stark contrast, in business schools, we're actually taught to shed individualism, and to put on a coat of collectivism [yes!]. We're taught things like "team-based projects", "constructive criticism", "group decision-making", "incorporate team members' suggestions", "take inputs from everyone", and so on. What is all of this? It's nothing but a disguised form of collectivism.

To make long things short, there's some conflict visible in what media and business schools preach, and in what they hail as good. Keeping your own decision above that of your team's is one of the manifestations of individualism. Western-style MBA courses teach you to not do this. Yet, they call Japanese management style backward.

Plenty of Indian food at Singapore - peaceful days!

Finally, I sit in the classroom with a stomach filled with Indian food. In China and Korea, I would frequently attend classes without having food [no time to cook], and many times my first meal of the day would be at 3 or 4 PM. I now realize how good it feels to study with a full stomach. You're not restless. You are at peace. You are calm. You can focus on the lecture. It's a positive change that I'm liking.

FT.com is going to be my primary source of news for the next few months (courtesy NUS)

Received an email from NUS today that all NUS students have complimentary access to the Premium subscription of FT.com. This is a wonderful news, since I'm a prolific reader of news and I now have access to one of the highest-quality news websites in the world. So for the next few months, instead of hunting for high-quality news using Google News, I'm going to try to consume news only through FT.com. I'm sure I'll enjoy it [except, of course, that FT's stance on political issues related to Iran, Libya, North Korea, Russia, Syria, Venezuela, etc., is going to be as corrupt as that of any other Western nation].

For more balanced/diverse/unbiased reporting on international affairs, I'll continue to read a mix of RT, RIA Novosti, Xinhua, etc.

One year since my selection in S3 Asia MBA

On 23-May-2011, I was at factory, and around 3 PM [IST], I synchronized my emails on my iPod touch. On one of my email accounts, the top email was from NUS and the subject line started with Congratulations. With a fast heartbeat, I quickly opened it, and was delighted to read that I had been admitted to the S3 Asia MBA program. I can clearly recollect how happy I had felt back then, how I joyfully told my parents and my brother about my selection, how I was surprised at my selection because I had applied at the last hour on the last day of the last deadline, and so on.

Back then I did not know what lay ahead, how I would feel studying at great business schools in Shanghai, Seoul and Singapore - it was happiness about something good coming up ahead.

Without a comb for over 4 months :)

When I think about it now, it's like a wow!. From the morning of 26th August 2011, when I departed for Shanghai from Delhi, to the night of 4th January 2012, when I arrived at Delhi from Singapore, I didn't comb my hair even once :). Actually I forgot to pack a comb in my baggage, and so I just didn't buy one in China :)

Seems like a record :)

List of UNESCO World Heritage Sites I've seen

I strongly support the concept of a UNESCO World Heritage Site. I believe that if one visits a place (a city or a country), and that place happens to have one or more World Heritage Sites, one must utilize the opportunity to experience them. In this list, I'm trying to list all the World Heritage Sites that I've ever visited. For the Sites in India, year is not mentioned as in many cases I don't remember the first time I visited a particular Site, and I've probably visited some of these more than once. Of course, it's also possible that I might have visited a few other Sites too but I don't remember them.

Also, this list should include any of the various Wonders of the World that I've visited.

1. Agra Fort [India; year unknown]
2. Qutb Minar and its Monuments, Delhi [India; year unknown]
3. Red Fort Complex [India; year unknown]
4. Taj Mahal [India; year unknown]
5. Fossil Hominid Sites of Sterkfontein, Swartkrans, Kromdraai, and Environs [South Africa; 2009]
6. Memphis and its Necropolis - the Pyramid Fields from Giza to Dahshur [Egypt; 2009]
7. uKhahlamba / Drakensberg Park [South Africa; 2010]
8. Cape Floral Region Protected Areas [South Africa; 2010]
9. Mount Huangshan [China; 2011]
10. West Lake Cultural Landscape of Hangzhou [China; 2011]
11. Classical Gardens of Suzhou [China; 2011]
12. Imperial Palaces of the Ming and Qing Dynasties in Beijing and Shenyang [China; 2012]
13. The Great Wall [China; 2012]
14. Seokguram Grotto and Bulguksa Temple [South Korea; 2012]
15. Changdeokgung Palace Complex [South Korea; 2012]
16. Jeju Volcanic Island and Lava Tubes [South Korea; 2012]
17. Mountain Railways of India [India; Feb'20].
1. Specifically, only the "Kalka Shimla Railway".
18. Coming soon...

One dark night at Rwanda

I might be moving to three Asian nations, but my heart is still in Africa. I frequently get this thought of a dark night somewhere in Rwanda, with minimal development and a faint source of light weakly illuminating the road. There's no single picture that can explain the thought, but all of the photos below can together give an idea.

Regent Road

A hawker in Togo.

A shop at night in Kenya.

Kalahari Desert, Northern Cape, South Africa.

On the lack of self-confidence in many Indians

I've frequently seen a lack of self-confidence in Indians, both during my college days and during my professional stint. Most Indians know this ugly truth already - all around us, we have already seen Indians trying hard to ape the West, in language and in style, and that increasingly, us Indians are starting to feel ashamed of our culture, languages and styles.

A few examples:

1. The samosa has gotten devalued so much it's now looked as a "poor man's snack". Pizza anyone?
2. Western outfits. They're so "cool".
3. Language. I recollect an episode of MTV Roadies in which girls had difficulty speaking Hindi.

The other day, I was watching the official Miss Universe channel on YouTube, and I found the interviews of contestants especially funny and interesting. I watched the interviews of Miss Colombia, Miss Poland, Miss Romania, Miss Russia, and Miss Venezuela. I thoroughly enjoyed the candid answers the girls gave, and enjoyed their diverse (and sometimes funny) accents as well.

Then I saw a link to the interview of Miss India, and naturally curious, I started watching it. So disappointed I was with her interview, that I felt that this interview by her can be used as a poster child to demonstrate a lack of self-confidence in Indians. She felt like a typical Indian, under pressure to perform, trying to look natural but clearly disgustingly fake (with an irritating smile). The girls of other countries, in contrast, were so comfortable in their skins - they spoke their hearts and used their native accents without trying to ape Western English.

Downloadable videos of interviews on SkyDrive.

Why I no longer feel bad wasting food at parties

This post is directly related to my recently-posted thoughts on the value of the life of an animal.

When I was small, and I had never thought about non-vegetarianism, I used to believe that at social gatherings like parties and otherwise, us humans shouldn't waste food. I was taught that there are hundreds of millions of undernourished humans in this world, and every gram of food that we don't waste can potentially go into the stomach of a poor man. Then as I grew up, I developed a keen interest in the related concepts of animal rights and non-vegetarianism. At a tender age, I developed a love for animals (especially birds, cats, and dogs), but I saw immense cruelty being inflicted by humans to animals, both around me and on TV.

I began to try to help animals in whatever small ways I could, but the blatant abuse of animals that I saw on TV and on the Web (especially via PETA.org and YouTube) disturbed me quite a lot.

A few years ago, I was watching a video on the Discovery Channel (or maybe it was on Nat Geo) in which the narrator was describing a confrontation between a crocodile and a python. At the end of the video, just as the crocodile shattered the python to pieces and consumed it, the narrator concluded the scene saying, "In nature, nothing goes waste.".

I thought about this. How true, I wondered! Nothing goes waste. Even if I throw some food while at a wedding function, it'll ultimately end up being eaten by birds and cats and dogs and insects and microorganisms. It won't be wasted. It might not go into a hungry human's stomach, but it'll go into a hungry dog's. Coupled with my strong opinion about animal rights, I decided to never worry again about throwing food. Just because some food doesn't go into a human's stomach doesn't mean that it has got wasted. This arrogant thought is yet another example of the selfishness of the human species. I'm happy I've gotten rid of it.