A song dedicated to all who hate office days and look forward to Friday the funday. Presenting the song
Friday I'm in Love Lyrics
Artist(Band):The Cure
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...
I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love
Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love
Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...
1)When you look to buy new clothes the common reason being you can’t fit a medium size shirt
2)When you can’t wear a tie, the mere idea of the tie suffocates you
3)When you start noticing ads such as gain 6 pack abs, reduce 10 kgs something you always missed in the past
4)When you go to the gym with your friend to ask about the plans you become the apple of the receptionist until you tell her that its not you, but your friend (who coincidentally is way thinner than you) who's looking for the gym
5)Whenever you talk to your mom she talks about diet plans and going for a jog
6)When you realize that with the chairs breaking around you, you could be blamed for and hence you think twice before sitting on a plastic chair
7)When you realize you can’t fit into that old helmet of yours
8)When people stop inviting you at parties or every goddamn joke ends on you and your prosperous belly
2)When you can’t wear a tie, the mere idea of the tie suffocates you
3)When you start noticing ads such as gain 6 pack abs, reduce 10 kgs something you always missed in the past
4)When you go to the gym with your friend to ask about the plans you become the apple of the receptionist until you tell her that its not you, but your friend (who coincidentally is way thinner than you) who's looking for the gym
5)Whenever you talk to your mom she talks about diet plans and going for a jog
6)When you realize that with the chairs breaking around you, you could be blamed for and hence you think twice before sitting on a plastic chair
7)When you realize you can’t fit into that old helmet of yours
8)When people stop inviting you at parties or every goddamn joke ends on you and your prosperous belly
"Blue" review, yeah i suffered from movie blues after watching this one
Sunday, October 18, 2009
| Author:
Joseph Thankachan
I shall start with a dialogue of the movie, Lara Dutta is tryin to call up the coastguards in Bahamas, following a scuffle on the yacht. she says and i quote, "May day Mayday, Coastguards, humein help ki zaroorat hain". period. Reaction: all of us exclaim, "Bahamas...... hindi". Blue has really globalized Hindi taking it to as far as Bahamas. Kudos Kudos. So that my dear friends pretty much sums up over a 100 crore disaster from the debutant director Anthony. Set in a scenic Bahamas the movie drives you crazy with its exaggerated pyrotechniques where every bike truck seems to be full of explosives and start off even if you scratch one of them, average acting (please leave out Zayed Khan i m not considering his acting, i mean this guy is so chillaxed that he loses 50 mn $ worth bag that too of a mob and is walking as if nothing happened somebody please tell him he has to act also apart from riding the bikes), stunts are boring save for a few (esp the one where the bike crashes into the train thats a good take), and stupid screenplay. The positives starts with the Chiggy Wiggy, an item number which stays divine until Akshay yanks off a Punjabi number, the scenery and and..... nothing else. Sanjay Dutt looks out of place i mean his body (you should read what Masand has to say about his looks), Lara Dutta has nothing to wear save a two piece most of the time, Akshay Kumar looks good but lacks the punch (this would be his hattrick action disaster movie after Chandni Chowk and Tasveer), Zayed Khan... why m i even talking about him, Rahul Dev looks okie dokie and Katrina Kaif why was she there in the movie???? What is the movie all about its about a treasure that Britain wanted to ship back to India God knows why which gets capsized and the captain is courtmartialed cause the army thinks cause he s the sole survivor he sank the ship and has hid the treasure, man our army had such bad communications that time i tell u that they couldn't figure out a storm i guess. So the captain commits suicide and guess what Mr Akshay Kumar is the grandson of the chastised captain trying to salvage the family's pride (which is only revealed in the end) So he befriends Sanjay Dutt tries to convince him to find the treasure who does not cause he and daddy went for diving and daddy gets trapped in the treasure and dies. sad yaar very sad. so Akshay decides to get Zayed into the act by tagging a gangster Rahul and ofcourse his own wife Katrina who happily agrees (what crap), so our man Zayed is all caught up in mob and police and asks Dutt sahab for his help, the trio go down and "bingo" go straight to the treasure "as if it was in his backyard", Masand. Common Mr Dutt you could have told the Indian govt they could have saved you all the trouble but no you wanted to dig it out with your friends so let it be. Anyways the movie ends with some underwater fights and above yacht ones, and man you should watch the climax where our friend Akshay dives down with his bike, yes yes into the ocean with his bike, i thought given the awesome script our man would ride his bike on the surface of the ocean and get to the coast, but alas i my dreams crashed and our man survives the ocean with the air from the tube, yeah bike tyre tube, somebody please tell him thats not oxygen that he s breathing. Gosh if only they had put some sense in the story it would have been so exciting. As one of my very good friend said, "If you think Monday blues are terrible/horrible.....then watch "BLUE"", IP rights Mythreya. and so does another one ""BLUE".... India's most expensive comedy", IP rights Arun. So as Masand concluded "watch it at your own risk". and i end the quoting something from the movie "Sabse bada nasha hota hain risk", :( sadly we took the risk and have a bad bad hangover.
Right in the center of India lies a small place called "Jabalpur". Jabalpur derives its name from "Jabali" meaning...... wait wait wait why m i telling you the history or the geography if you want to know more go to www.gotowikipediaandsearch.com, History and geography doesn't make it special for me, what makes it special is cause of the memories that i have of this place, probably the best, memories that i can live the rest of my life with. I grew up in this place, and spent about most of my life here. Its a place where even 16 kms seem far so far that you think you have reached another place. I miss the childhood spent in the narrow lanes of my colony or "compound" as most people would rather refer to. So narrow were the lanes that no car could enter without touching the verandas of most of the houses, and even if they could enter without a scathe it couldn't get out. So people preferred to park their vehicles outside the best Coffee restaurant "the indian coffee house". Till late 2000's it was probably the best place to have a coffee or a masala dosa. You could find literally everyone here,as if the whole of Jabalpur was here, from businessmen to clerks, from students bunking their classes to students who wanted to complete their projects, from mature couples to immature couples. The place where I lived and where the coffee house was situated was known for its city glamour, Sadar was the place for any kinda hangout, for any kinda shopping and ofcourse there is this "Chowpaati", a food junction where all food lovers would flock in the evening, even the not so foodies would jam together for a "chaat" (it was too tempting not to have anything from there). Sadar of course was heaven for all eve teasers for apparent reasons, 1 college, 1 girls school was more than 2 reasons for them to make their presence known. I still miss biking in these roads not because the roads were heaven to ride but because people never followed any rules, they believed in care free riding, inspite of all accidents were a rare sight. email culture was still naive to the place when i was in college, much of the mails were from the "daak" or the post. I miss running to the door when the postman would come and knock on the gates and say "aapke liye daak aaya". I miss playing cricket in those narrow lanes and getting scolded by neighbors, especially one. I still wonder why the ball always went into that one particular house. Miss those moments where we would hit the ball which would crash into someones house, within minutes all our bats and wickets would be hidden and so would be the future cricketers, and then come out as innocent as a dove claiming that we never were the ones who were playing and hence the ones who were responsible for breaking the window panes. I miss those summer days when we would fly kites, running after cut kite along with 10-15 guys and the joy of snatching one cut kite from the herd. I miss the sweet smell of the autumn breeze, the hustle of the falling leaves, the morning sunrise, the 5 oclock sparrow chirping, the tete a tete with friends morning afternoon and night, sunday church, the night mass on a chilly Christmas eve at 12 am where friends would come in their suits not realizing that they would be shivering in the long chilly night mass, the diwali celebrations, the mithaai and the crackers, the thick smoke from the crackers which would instigate our cracker lightening skills, the jumping from one terrace to another and getting a royal scolding from our neighbors, the colorful holi where for one day it was difficult to comprehend who was who, running with friends in those narrow lanes, tripping over and then blaming it on the other for being the reason, miss the postman coming over for Christmas cakes, miss the cricket in army grounds and then be chased down by army men, miss going underground on Thursdays the day when scores of beggars would turn up, miss the one legged baba whom we never missed to give alms and who never used to miss coming to our house, miss the dark old fish seller and other hawkers the bargaining mom and nearby aunts used to do, watching them getting fully pissed and ultimately relenting, miss the stunts on cycle with the bunch, miss the wedding nights which used to be the only days where i could hog without being under mom's supervision, the scorching summer where getting out after 12 pm or before 6 pm was considered a risk, and wait i forgot to brief you about the girls, who were perenially clad in complete white as in white gloves upto the arms white doctor coats white dupatta covering the entire face and head save two tiny holes for the eyes riding a white scooty(i remember one my friends telling me "bhaai, if you want to ascertain if a girl is fair or dark look at her feet, coz thats the only part which is uncovered") and one special thing i completely forgot to tell u i miss those rickshaw rides, manned these were the modes of transportation for ages until the govt thought of adding some iron ie buses to the transportation. So that my dear folks is Jabalpur, the place where i grew up the place which has its memories and a beautiful tale to tell.
Thought of penning down a dilemma which has irked me for long, "for whom should we live", philosophical yet so practical this question marks our life's journey with an indelible mark. Something which average normal Indian teen has to answer one day or another to himself / herself. Why exactly does this question mean so much? "Do we live lives for others or do we live it for ourselves". Way back in my college days i used to tell people live your life for your parents for they have done so much for you. They deserve it, don't they; after bringing you up, sacrificing their entire lives their joys for your upbringing, to give you a great life, they do deserve something more than what you can otherwise give. So should you leave your entire life in their hands? Make them the focal point of all your decisions? Let them decide what you want and what you don't? Will this gift from your side equal the sacrifice of theirs? For an Indian teen this means not only decisions of his / her career, but this ideologies, his marriage, his peers everything comes under that one single umbrella. But what if your parents don't make the right decision for you. They also are humans, they can also make wrong decisions, their decisions can also be shrouded by a veil of their past experiences, their time and tested fundamentals, somethings they wanted to achieve but couldn't. But then the wise claim, parents have seen the world more than what we have, so their decisions are wise (usually). But that would mean that if they were risk averse they wouldn't let you take risks and like wise. I saw a brilliant chap settling as per his parents wish, this guy would ve worked wonders in the corporate world, but since his parents wanted him to settle in their native he couldnt do much. Anyways that's individual priorities, what I think it's better to live a life cursing others for the decisions that they have imposed on you or taken for you, its better to live a life on your terms, taking suggestions from them, thinking it aloud and then going with it. If your decision fails its your onus rather than others and its much much better than spending your life cursing others.
my first experience of live action from the stadium
Saturday, October 10, 2009
| Author:
Joseph Thankachan
Venue: Chinnaswamy Stadium, Bangalore oops sorry Bengaluru, have to be cautious of taking the old names of cities esp after Karan Johar had to ask for an apology when in his movie "wakeup Sid" Mumbai was referred to as Bombay.
anyways sorry for breaking the chain, now to the next detail
Occasion: Champions League opening ceremony (for those who dont know what it is; its cricket dear friends)
Purpose of visit: Watch the cheer leaders, ummmmmm sorry that is secondary. Watch the opening ceremony and the match following it.
well well to start of with we missed the opening ceremony. What the !#@#@#!!! yes that was everyone's reaction. "Dude how can u miss the opening ceremony". my bad my bad people. we got late. and ofcourse shouldnt i bring the traffic and the parking as an excuse :). think i should. took us ages to wade off a horrible traffic and a suitable parking. "but dude u should have gone early" i knw i knw but i work now and cannot evade the work. anyways lets move to the next point. we missed the opening ceremony, were getting a place far off from the cheerleaders and were hoping up and down to find our friend. thanks buddy for arranging the tickets.
we find him but cannot get a place near him; jam packed... anyways two other friends join us. lets join the action people.
Royal challengers bangalore (RCB) were up against the cape cobras, a south african domestic team who had a memorable domestic season. Crowned with jewels like Herschelle Gibbs (traitor u joined Cape Cobras, not Deccan Chargers we ll get our revenge man)and Jean Paul Duminy. RCB won the toss and elected to bat much to the happiness of about 40 000 cricket crazy fans. well we were past 2 overs and the match was really getting boring. Hit man hit, u are not playing test cricket. and then...... the batsman again plays it to the third man for a single. grrrr irritating. then the ball arrived and yes the boring batsman departs. Jacques Kallis was struggling to up the ante and he departed in a bid to increase it. Bad shot though couldnt fathom what shot he played. he was out thats it. in comes our man, Rahul Dravid the wall, we didnt want the wall but wanted the wall to sling bricks to the opposition, as fast as he could. Uthappa as if was waiting for this opportunity. he batted wid aplomb and cracked.... wait wait wait its stopped by a diving Mr traitor sorry Mr Gibbs. Awesome buddy awesome fielding, but we ll miss u in the Chargers. C u in IPL 3 (stop if u dont knw wht IPL is, forget about reading my blog any further). so Mr Uthappa is in the runs cracks an awesome 50 and den departs to another amazing fielding by the fielder in jersey 09, yes yes again that traitor. in comes in Mr Virat and causes our wall to go for demolition. whatever after 11 overs we are 82 for 2 and need someone to really increase the run rate. and then the inevitable happens, Cape Cobras drops a catch. man its a simple one, and u spill it, i cant believe it. a sigh of relief for our RCB people. well Mr wall departs as a result of a runout and in comes Taylor. it was not until the 18th over or so that RCB guys realised dey have to start belting the ball. and there goes the Taylor unleashed, sixes fours galore, awesome powerful hits predominantly leg and long on. the first innings end at 182.
Time to catch a break, we all five friends meet at the interval and our first aka secondary objective is complete. the cheerleaders, my friends were der just in front of us. 5-6 rows were the difference. :) :) all smiles. Harping the beginning of the second innings with some good dance steps the cheerleaders dressed in white representing white mischief were the eye candy of all.
So starts the second innings with Mr Praveen Kumar taking over the proceedings from the bowling end. there comes our Mr traitor on strike. "i tell u man, this guy can singlehandedly take away the match", echoed my friend. dont worry mate, not today not today. and hes out without scoring a run. the whole stadium goes berserk. he edges the ball to the keeper and walks off. hurray. the cheerleaders dance and so do we and the rest. i told u traitor, we ll have our revenge, who told u to join the Cape Cobras. But someone better was coming, what i saw next was an awesome display of batting, technique and finesse. In comes Duminy, the squabby southpaw. Duminy immediately got into his gear, driving, flicking, cutting all elegantly but with power, something nobody thought of or saw before. anyways the match is still in RCB's hands. and den,.......Taylor, man, what have u done. this sin couldn't be forgiven. it was something terrible. u dropped Duminy, are u kidding me. its an easy catch. "i tell u this SA effect has some connection, first IPL2 den Champions Trophy (please don't confuse it with Champions League, fielders just keep spilling the catches, people don't u realise that youngsters watch u guys for inspiration when they grow up". Soon, we will have a brigade of new young players, all of who drop catches. "aaummmmmm, our idols drop catches, so do we. we just follow them", says one budding gully cricketer. Anyways nothing is to be added after this, one sin and Duminy makes the most. Wickets fall, overs end and the cheerleaders come again, this time assisted by a man in the crowd, he dances as well, the cheerleaders are happy so are we. "Sitting near the ropes never was so much fun", says my buddy. Anyways back to the actual reason we had come here, the match fellas, the match. Duminy singlehandedly is demolishing the attack. Far down in the ground Taylor would have been praying for another chance; "get Duminy out bowlers do something, i dont want to be the villain". tsk tsk tsk no sin in a match can be bigger than this. 99 winning runs Duminy makes on his own, "buddy make a century, u wont get another chance". "nay, team is more important, some other time, thanks for your concern". sigh, the perennial rational logic. he gets off the strike and squares the match. Left to the bowler cum batsman, Mr Kleinveldt he scampers off for a run and thats it. Crackers go off in the stadium celebrating the Cape Cobras win. Well done team, well done. and you Mr Duminy, u were a treat to watch, good going, a great effort in the opening match. Overall, next time onwards i would rather watch a match on TV, the only soothing experience was that of the cheerleaders who danced and brought cheers on the faces of many. It wasnt that great and it wasnt that bad, so so, neutral would be how i would describe the experience as. Off we go back to our dugout, home sweet home. in between we get to know that one of our friends camera was flicked, "buddy you are gonna have a bad time, especially from the one whom you took the camera from". Thank you all for joining in for this live and belated telecast of my experience. :) have a nice day/night.
anyways sorry for breaking the chain, now to the next detail
Occasion: Champions League opening ceremony (for those who dont know what it is; its cricket dear friends)
Purpose of visit: Watch the cheer leaders, ummmmmm sorry that is secondary. Watch the opening ceremony and the match following it.
well well to start of with we missed the opening ceremony. What the !#@#@#!!! yes that was everyone's reaction. "Dude how can u miss the opening ceremony". my bad my bad people. we got late. and ofcourse shouldnt i bring the traffic and the parking as an excuse :). think i should. took us ages to wade off a horrible traffic and a suitable parking. "but dude u should have gone early" i knw i knw but i work now and cannot evade the work. anyways lets move to the next point. we missed the opening ceremony, were getting a place far off from the cheerleaders and were hoping up and down to find our friend. thanks buddy for arranging the tickets.
we find him but cannot get a place near him; jam packed... anyways two other friends join us. lets join the action people.
Royal challengers bangalore (RCB) were up against the cape cobras, a south african domestic team who had a memorable domestic season. Crowned with jewels like Herschelle Gibbs (traitor u joined Cape Cobras, not Deccan Chargers we ll get our revenge man)and Jean Paul Duminy. RCB won the toss and elected to bat much to the happiness of about 40 000 cricket crazy fans. well we were past 2 overs and the match was really getting boring. Hit man hit, u are not playing test cricket. and then...... the batsman again plays it to the third man for a single. grrrr irritating. then the ball arrived and yes the boring batsman departs. Jacques Kallis was struggling to up the ante and he departed in a bid to increase it. Bad shot though couldnt fathom what shot he played. he was out thats it. in comes our man, Rahul Dravid the wall, we didnt want the wall but wanted the wall to sling bricks to the opposition, as fast as he could. Uthappa as if was waiting for this opportunity. he batted wid aplomb and cracked.... wait wait wait its stopped by a diving Mr traitor sorry Mr Gibbs. Awesome buddy awesome fielding, but we ll miss u in the Chargers. C u in IPL 3 (stop if u dont knw wht IPL is, forget about reading my blog any further). so Mr Uthappa is in the runs cracks an awesome 50 and den departs to another amazing fielding by the fielder in jersey 09, yes yes again that traitor. in comes in Mr Virat and causes our wall to go for demolition. whatever after 11 overs we are 82 for 2 and need someone to really increase the run rate. and then the inevitable happens, Cape Cobras drops a catch. man its a simple one, and u spill it, i cant believe it. a sigh of relief for our RCB people. well Mr wall departs as a result of a runout and in comes Taylor. it was not until the 18th over or so that RCB guys realised dey have to start belting the ball. and there goes the Taylor unleashed, sixes fours galore, awesome powerful hits predominantly leg and long on. the first innings end at 182.
Time to catch a break, we all five friends meet at the interval and our first aka secondary objective is complete. the cheerleaders, my friends were der just in front of us. 5-6 rows were the difference. :) :) all smiles. Harping the beginning of the second innings with some good dance steps the cheerleaders dressed in white representing white mischief were the eye candy of all.
So starts the second innings with Mr Praveen Kumar taking over the proceedings from the bowling end. there comes our Mr traitor on strike. "i tell u man, this guy can singlehandedly take away the match", echoed my friend. dont worry mate, not today not today. and hes out without scoring a run. the whole stadium goes berserk. he edges the ball to the keeper and walks off. hurray. the cheerleaders dance and so do we and the rest. i told u traitor, we ll have our revenge, who told u to join the Cape Cobras. But someone better was coming, what i saw next was an awesome display of batting, technique and finesse. In comes Duminy, the squabby southpaw. Duminy immediately got into his gear, driving, flicking, cutting all elegantly but with power, something nobody thought of or saw before. anyways the match is still in RCB's hands. and den,.......Taylor, man, what have u done. this sin couldn't be forgiven. it was something terrible. u dropped Duminy, are u kidding me. its an easy catch. "i tell u this SA effect has some connection, first IPL2 den Champions Trophy (please don't confuse it with Champions League, fielders just keep spilling the catches, people don't u realise that youngsters watch u guys for inspiration when they grow up". Soon, we will have a brigade of new young players, all of who drop catches. "aaummmmmm, our idols drop catches, so do we. we just follow them", says one budding gully cricketer. Anyways nothing is to be added after this, one sin and Duminy makes the most. Wickets fall, overs end and the cheerleaders come again, this time assisted by a man in the crowd, he dances as well, the cheerleaders are happy so are we. "Sitting near the ropes never was so much fun", says my buddy. Anyways back to the actual reason we had come here, the match fellas, the match. Duminy singlehandedly is demolishing the attack. Far down in the ground Taylor would have been praying for another chance; "get Duminy out bowlers do something, i dont want to be the villain". tsk tsk tsk no sin in a match can be bigger than this. 99 winning runs Duminy makes on his own, "buddy make a century, u wont get another chance". "nay, team is more important, some other time, thanks for your concern". sigh, the perennial rational logic. he gets off the strike and squares the match. Left to the bowler cum batsman, Mr Kleinveldt he scampers off for a run and thats it. Crackers go off in the stadium celebrating the Cape Cobras win. Well done team, well done. and you Mr Duminy, u were a treat to watch, good going, a great effort in the opening match. Overall, next time onwards i would rather watch a match on TV, the only soothing experience was that of the cheerleaders who danced and brought cheers on the faces of many. It wasnt that great and it wasnt that bad, so so, neutral would be how i would describe the experience as. Off we go back to our dugout, home sweet home. in between we get to know that one of our friends camera was flicked, "buddy you are gonna have a bad time, especially from the one whom you took the camera from". Thank you all for joining in for this live and belated telecast of my experience. :) have a nice day/night.
yep watched the movie and was tempted to write about it. wake up sid could have been wake up rahul or wake up joe, it connects so well with many of us. yes as many would have realised there s a sid in mostly each one of us. do we wake up to what we want to achieve, to the love and sacrifice of our parents, to our friendship and to the person whom we matter the most. wake up sid in about 3 hours takes its time to make sid wake up or rather realise the sid in each one of us of our responsibilities and that too with finesse. it connected to me so perfectly that most of the scenes i could very easily connect. spending college days in fun never realising what i wanted to achieve, as mom would always tell me beta have a goal in life and me retorting mom i dont have a goal what can i do. watching friends create their objectives and achieving them, and watching them move away from your fun filled life to a more responsible one where i find myself alone. snorting at mom for being over caring, heated arguments with dad trying to make my point that whatever happened was by chance and future wont be bad, i know whats going on and why it happened, you please dont bring it back again attitude. 3 years of my graduation i had no foresight of my goals, all i wanted to do was to enjoy the college days it was fun, then seeing everyone run towards the most sought after professional course i decided to take a U turn from my academic background ie from bio to mba.
tension at the last moment of exam thinking i could have done better had i studied then realising that padkar kucch nahi milta stuff and going back to sleep. sleep that reminds me of the striking similarity of sleep behavior shown in the screen and in my life. khana piina sona was my tagline for long, not that its drastically changed now but have to reduce on food now for apparent reasons. i could sleep like Sid for how many hours on a trot and my parents and friends were equally angry about me sleeping for so long, even during workdays it s really really a pain to get up and come to office for sleep is such a temptation that i really have to fight it
wake up sid captures beautifully every relationship mom son, dad son, friends, love and boss employee. the dialogue where sid's mom asks him beta khana to accha kha rha hain na reminds me of my mom asking the same in every conversation. dad talking of his hardship and sacrificing in order to give sid a better life was so nicely pictured in the movie which connects perfectly to me. though i wasnt born wid a silver spoon but i was the only son, so had all the luxuries in life and got what i wanted. the expression that Sid gives when he s asked if he knows to cook was the expression i gave many relatives when they asked me the same. i could connect to Sid's joy of creating the first omlette perfect and sharing the joy wid his mate (for me it was mom whom i first showed my success). Sid found his goal i have still to search for my goal. so when is it gonna be Wake up Joe........
tension at the last moment of exam thinking i could have done better had i studied then realising that padkar kucch nahi milta stuff and going back to sleep. sleep that reminds me of the striking similarity of sleep behavior shown in the screen and in my life. khana piina sona was my tagline for long, not that its drastically changed now but have to reduce on food now for apparent reasons. i could sleep like Sid for how many hours on a trot and my parents and friends were equally angry about me sleeping for so long, even during workdays it s really really a pain to get up and come to office for sleep is such a temptation that i really have to fight it
wake up sid captures beautifully every relationship mom son, dad son, friends, love and boss employee. the dialogue where sid's mom asks him beta khana to accha kha rha hain na reminds me of my mom asking the same in every conversation. dad talking of his hardship and sacrificing in order to give sid a better life was so nicely pictured in the movie which connects perfectly to me. though i wasnt born wid a silver spoon but i was the only son, so had all the luxuries in life and got what i wanted. the expression that Sid gives when he s asked if he knows to cook was the expression i gave many relatives when they asked me the same. i could connect to Sid's joy of creating the first omlette perfect and sharing the joy wid his mate (for me it was mom whom i first showed my success). Sid found his goal i have still to search for my goal. so when is it gonna be Wake up Joe........
Today’s customer is a very cautious, apprehensive being. Post the crisis where he saw a multitude of banks failing and watched his money sink; he feared about his money and any investments. Financial institutions are trying hard to regain this trust. Flawed strategies, lack of foresightedness and immediate returns were some of the reasons why financial institutions faced hell. But in these crisis times, one segment was weathering the storm better than its counterparts. Islamic Banking differs from its counterpart in terms of its core fundamentals which prohibit interest and prohibit investing in speculations which primarily have been the reason why top financial behemoths have failed. Slated to reach 1 trillion dollar worth assets and growing at 20% yoy, it has gained tremendous interest from conventional bankers as well. Though the adoption of Islamic banking is growing in Muslim populated countries such as Malaysia, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Kuwait, Iran there is a growing interest in European countries such as London, France. A trend validated by the fact that the number of Sukuk issuances (Islamic bond) in London has increased. Another reason for its stupendous growth has been the need to invest the accumulated wealth created from oil trade in a Sharia compliant way. The banking model that Islamic banking presents is somewhat similar to that of conventional banking. Profit replaces interest in Islamic banking. Most of the transactions are backed up with some assets. The commonly known products in Islamic Banking are Murabaha (cost plus), Mudarabah (profit sharing), Mushrakha (profit and risk sharing), Ijarah (leasing), Sukuk (bonds) and Takaful. Its scope is continually increasing and is spreading into private equity, structured products etc growing beyond the normal consumer and corporate finance and insurance.
Banks offering Islamic banking face a number of problems and issues. One of the major issues is its overreliance on assets or property used as a security. The second problem is the varied interpretation of Sharia in different countries which inhibits innovation and development of products and makes it more rigid if the need to modify the product comes by. Malaysia as a country is more open to innovation whereas in Saudi Arabia sticking to fundamentals of Sharia makes innovation a distant reality.
Bankers all around the world would be keeping a close watch on how Islamic banking evolves in the coming years.
Banks offering Islamic banking face a number of problems and issues. One of the major issues is its overreliance on assets or property used as a security. The second problem is the varied interpretation of Sharia in different countries which inhibits innovation and development of products and makes it more rigid if the need to modify the product comes by. Malaysia as a country is more open to innovation whereas in Saudi Arabia sticking to fundamentals of Sharia makes innovation a distant reality.
Bankers all around the world would be keeping a close watch on how Islamic banking evolves in the coming years.
