6 billion people sit back and watch the world die. We don’t sit quietly I agree. We make movies like the ‘Day After Tomorrow’ and 2012. We write books proving and even disproving global warming (Mr.Crichton, may your soul rest in peace). And then we have the ultimate show of faith, at Copenhagen.
A 100 countries came together in the beautiful capital of Denmark to mend a broken world and realign its objectives. The Kyoto Protocol only led to a rise in carbon emissions and global temperature and a loss of faith. But what happened in those years was the emergence of countries like India, Brazil, South Africa and the biggest of them all, China. The shift in power has been understated and China’s dominance underrated. The world has watched the quintessential super power, America, plague and plunder the world over the last decade only to rise from the ashes with the advent of what is, many believe, a new beginning with Nobel Peace laureate, Barack Obama at the helm of this ‘low on ideals’ and ‘high on political and moral blabber’ nation. With these ingredients in place, the world congregated in what was to be the greatest and most important summit of all time. At least that was the way it was built up and the way we perceived it. A few years ago the world met at Doha to finalise on a binding deal for world trade which fell flat on its face. But we can live without agreements on trade, but I’m sure a failed climate agreement will spell a lot more than a trade deficit. With the hope of the world and with thousands of activists claiming justice for our planet, our elected leaders sat in the jury room deciding the fate of the planet.
The papal elections happen behind closed doors in the Vatican and the doors remain closed until all the cardinals assembled elect a Pope for the world. The one minded dedication towards this process is unfaltering and has no option of another round of talks. This very protocol has helped millions of Christians around the world to believe in the sanctity of the process. A process very important for the faith and deliverance of these people. So then I wonder, maybe the leaders of our world, should have been put through the same process. There is obviously something right in the papal elections because it has never failed the world but Copenhagen not only failed but also brought to the fore some terrible realities that maybe the world is not ready to face yet.
REALITY 1
WE ALL LOVE BLAMING THE USA
For all the power it wields and for all the deeds it does, the US somehow is always the scapegoat for when things go wrong. Am I sounding a little patronizing towards whom many would like to believe are the ‘enemy of the world’? But the reality is that for all the reasons we blame the US, we just show our overriding ignorance and just how fickle we can be. As a developed nation, the US already has an uphill task of suddenly changing their extravagant ways and cutting emissions, but for all those doubting their resolve, time to be enlightened.
Barack Obama for all the criticisms he endures, is a man with a definite vision but not backed by the same commitment from his senate and his people. In his effort to pass legislation to cut down emissions in the US, he has torn the country into two halves. A majority of the youth, who in the future may have to suffer the consequences of decisions made now, are in favour of what Obama wants to bring to the table. A huge number of green activists in the US are the youth and are backed by Obama who feels that only they can take the message of immediate action to the people. On the other hand, this tough legislation which in turn charges an individual or corporation for polluting can send the American economy into a spiral because it will at its very root increase the prices of basic amenities like electricity which is produced using coal and with an increase in the price of electricity there will be a causal effect on the prices of everything produced in the free market. Therefore even though Obama’s ideas are radical, they will change the face of the US economy forever.
But for this legislation to go through, the senate must approve of it and with all the Republicans against any such move, the Obama administration is left with a political battle of galactic proportions added with the small task of convincing certain Democrats who will be letting down thousands of coal workers in their states if they approve of such a policy.
There is light at the end of the tunnel though. While the country remains divided, in Texas which is the greatest contributor to America’s oil reserves, a paradigm shift in its energy production is being observed. Wind energy is the new mantra and with the profits its bringing in, saving the environment has become profitable. One of the very few success stories but one which can inspire a nation to move ahead and be the leader they at least claim to be.
REALITY 2
CHINA: NO MORE CROUCHING OR HIDING
At Copenhagen it wasn’t the US or Europe that took charge but it was China that bullied their way through and took the mantle of being the leader of ‘the needy’, which includes all developing nations including India. For all China’s endeavours to moving towards greener solutions for its energy requirements, they still heavily depend on cheap coal to make ends meet. China has blazed a path which they will find very difficult to turn back on so they decided to take a little shortcut, piggyback on US shoulders. China used the media and the non committal stance of the US to great advantage, when they turned the summit into a joke by not accepting any of the regulations and made the US looks like the ‘bad boys’. In a closed room meeting of all the top leaders of the world, while every head of state was present, China decided to send a representative who for every idea proposed by the gathering had to call his boss to get an opinion. While Obama, Angela Merkel, Gordon Brown and other leaders fretted and fumed, China flexed its ugly power in what ended up becoming a façade and absolute disgrace to the spirit of the summit. Unfortunately, India joined China in this embarrassing display of impertinence and even though a few face saving promises were made in the end, the entire purpose of a joint effort was lost in the show of strength of the new leaders of the world.
REALITY 3
WE THE PEOPLE : WE CARE A DAMN!
Amongst all the chaos and lack of maturity shown by our leaders, we stood by and watched, not with bated breath but with the least possible concern for anything that happened in Copenhagen. We have seen more excitement and tension for the football World Cup than we have for this world saving conference. Were any of us even concerned of what may come out of the conference? Or had we given up on our leaders?
If we had given up on our leaders, then do we have a solution? Or are we atleast ready to be a part of the solution?
Maybe all of us are not capable of parting oceans but we surely can wet our feet for the planet we live in. Let’s not wait for any signs to begin work on saving ourselves. Let’s not wait till a low lying nation like Maldives gets submerged or wait for drastic weather changes. Let’s promote the spirit of going green. The government is planning to reduce duties on electric cars, let’s buy them as our ‘city car’. Ask your architect to build you an energy efficient house. Go to www.carbonfootprint.com and see how you can reduce your carbon footprint. Take less print outs. Put off the lights. Make a difference to your world. Let us not just sit back and hope for a calling, just start your day a little different tomorrow.
Our planet will not be saved by our elected leaders, it will be saved by the decisions you make today. Let those decisions not be monumental, let them be simple and easy to implement and we will not need another Copenhagen or Kyoto. Just take the green promise today.
The Sausage Redemption
Beyond the presentations, assignments, quizzes, case discussions, the competition with my peers and basic survival and growth, the greatest challenge of my MBA lies in something I have taken for granted all these years. This is the story of me fighting back and getting what I rightly deserve.
I study in a campus which is vegetarian. We get great food for all our three meals but they are all vegetarian. 7 days a week, 3 meals a day (except Wednesday night- MESS OFF, NON VEG ON) I put myself through a test of my own self control. It’s not that we don’t get to go into town occasionally and satisfy our carnivore requirements but it never is enough and is far and apart.
In a group with many non vegetarians we often have conversations which begin with chicken, segue to mutton and are washed down with fish and eggs. We miss our families, our friends, our pets but most of all we miss our non veg.
Do I sound extremely desperate?
Do I come across as petty and silly?
Do I care??
When you are kept away from what is your staple, you will change from within to become the monster you need to be to get the meat you need to have to just be able to make sense of life again. For all our meaty expeditions into town, the greatest one lay ahead. Hiding in a corner of our minds, we had not fathomed the power of this all encompassing, all delivering meal. THE BUFFET!!
We were told of this breakfast buffet which would not only satisfy us but also help us find meaning to our lives again. It was unlimited, a great spread and 200 bucks. It was too good to be true. Eggs, sausages, ham, breads, mashed potato, baked beans, fruits and an Indian spread (these two and a whole lot of other stuff I would not even bother approaching, don’t think I needed fruit and paranthas!!). It was just going to be the duchess sausages, lady ham and me. We were going to party all morning. But then like I already said, it was too good to be true. The buffet wasn’t 200 and was actually close to 325 and our cash flows did not allow any lavish non veg outings of such proportions.
So, a night before our dream breakfast after learning about the door being shut on us, we were left with just the thoughts of what might have been. Unfortunately in our anticipation for this momentous meal, we had left ourselves starving that night to prepare for the pillage we were to embark on the next day. Now on hungry stomachs and frustrated minds we began calling every hotel in town at 11 in the night to find a buffet that would match our needs. Some hotels didn’t have sausages and some didn’t have buffets, some thought we were hotel guests and kept us on hold forever while some priced us out yet again. The faces fell, the stomachs stopped protesting, the hope started fading and through that blur of unfulfilled desires and a loss of religion, my mind allowed one final thought to be processed. A certain hotel that I had visited on an earlier trip to Mysore suddenly called out to me. The conversation was simple:
Hungry Som: Do you have a breakfast buffet?
Our savior: Yes sir.
Hungry Som(really hungry by now) : How much?
The economic savior: Rs 225, all inclusive sir.
Excited and ravenous Som : Do you have sausages?
My Man : yes we do.
I couldn’t control myself. I think a few tears trickled down, or maybe they didn’t but all of us just jumped and screamed and went and slept so that the morning came fast.
We were up at 6 as the buffet began at 7. We were there 15 minutes late. On reaching the hotel, realizing that it was a 5 star we cooled ourselves down and behaved as if a buffet was just another thing we did. We casually perused the available options as the waiter showed us the spread. But all our eyes were only searching for one thing, sausages. On finding it we lost all sense of dignity, picked our plates and began.. The rest as they say, is history…
FUN FACTS
2 CHEESE OMLETS
35 SAUSAGES
6 CROISSANTS
7 HELPINGS OF MASHED POTATO AND BAKED BEANS
A GLASS OF MUSK MELON JUICE
AND.. SOME MORE SAUSAGES
ALL FOR ONLY RS.225
AND FINALLY, A SILENT PRAYER TO GOD..
I couldn't and I Had To..
Once I heard this guy whistle the Godfather tune while I sat in silence wondering how pointless life had become. As I heard him rise and fall, I slowly became a part of that effortless motion in which he brought the tune alive. The ease with which he delivered the music to my ears was not poetic, nor philosophical, just very real. In a moment of abandon, I let myself go and began to whistle, only to realize that I couldn’t and I had to.
Sitting in a coffee shop I heard two boys or maybe men discuss their next expedition to the jungles of Assam. As my friends spoke about our everyday lives, I heard of lives and tales I always wanted to live. They spoke of adventure and free will. I heard of a journey and self discovery. Looking around I saw the moment drift and I knew that this was what was in store. They got up and walked away and took my hope away. I let them go and I let it go. In the end I had to accept that I couldn’t do it. But I had to.
Turning to the last page of a book that had changed my life, I began to break down the author and his work like I did every other book. I questioned myself and answered those questions and argued to understand those answers. I closed the book and sat up to realize how I too had a story to tell. But how do I tell a story when I couldn’t figure out the plot of my life. Searching for that true story within me, I had lost a lot of the story of myself. I had over looked a few chapters and maybe never understood some of the characters. I never paused and told myself that the story I was looking for was always in me. I would sit and look at an empty screen with an empty mind, hoping it would all come in one sudden coherent burst. Then I realized that I wasn’t lacking a story, just inspiration. I pushed and searched my soul for it and couldn’t do it. But I had to.
I left many places sharing short but meaningful relations with each of them. I would search for happiness in each place and would define it differently everywhere. I always looked for the middle path. When I was in Jodhpur, I loved the place, when I was in Jabalpur, I loved my friends. I was the perfect adapter, I adapted so well and so fast that for some reason I detached that much faster. In me a strange fear of attachment was sown and even though I finally have begun to reattach to people and places, I still lack the ability to reconnect. While every place brings new meaning, I only look for an escape. In the bargain I treat everything else the same. I want to stop being a person I am not. I have tried but I couldn’t do it. But I had to.
Greetings to my soul that gave up long ago
A reminder coz I need to know
That no one can change me for who I am
So I need to stop caring a damn.
I shall not look behind and wonder
Just where I lost my inspiration, my destination or even her.
A new cause I shall find
Rejuvenate the heart and charge up my mind.
I will cry on my own shoulder
And become bolder
I will fire flares in the sky
And never stop to wonder why.
Tired of my own approach to life I had to change
It’s something that will now sound strange
Whatever maybe the bargain given to you
Don’t say I couldn’t, instead just tell yourself, I had to.
Sitting in a coffee shop I heard two boys or maybe men discuss their next expedition to the jungles of Assam. As my friends spoke about our everyday lives, I heard of lives and tales I always wanted to live. They spoke of adventure and free will. I heard of a journey and self discovery. Looking around I saw the moment drift and I knew that this was what was in store. They got up and walked away and took my hope away. I let them go and I let it go. In the end I had to accept that I couldn’t do it. But I had to.
Turning to the last page of a book that had changed my life, I began to break down the author and his work like I did every other book. I questioned myself and answered those questions and argued to understand those answers. I closed the book and sat up to realize how I too had a story to tell. But how do I tell a story when I couldn’t figure out the plot of my life. Searching for that true story within me, I had lost a lot of the story of myself. I had over looked a few chapters and maybe never understood some of the characters. I never paused and told myself that the story I was looking for was always in me. I would sit and look at an empty screen with an empty mind, hoping it would all come in one sudden coherent burst. Then I realized that I wasn’t lacking a story, just inspiration. I pushed and searched my soul for it and couldn’t do it. But I had to.
I left many places sharing short but meaningful relations with each of them. I would search for happiness in each place and would define it differently everywhere. I always looked for the middle path. When I was in Jodhpur, I loved the place, when I was in Jabalpur, I loved my friends. I was the perfect adapter, I adapted so well and so fast that for some reason I detached that much faster. In me a strange fear of attachment was sown and even though I finally have begun to reattach to people and places, I still lack the ability to reconnect. While every place brings new meaning, I only look for an escape. In the bargain I treat everything else the same. I want to stop being a person I am not. I have tried but I couldn’t do it. But I had to.
Greetings to my soul that gave up long ago
A reminder coz I need to know
That no one can change me for who I am
So I need to stop caring a damn.
I shall not look behind and wonder
Just where I lost my inspiration, my destination or even her.
A new cause I shall find
Rejuvenate the heart and charge up my mind.
I will cry on my own shoulder
And become bolder
I will fire flares in the sky
And never stop to wonder why.
Tired of my own approach to life I had to change
It’s something that will now sound strange
Whatever maybe the bargain given to you
Don’t say I couldn’t, instead just tell yourself, I had to.
18/10/09... a start
In a day that was meant for introspection and a greater realization I journeyed across various dimensions of myself. I saw and felt things that will maybe allow me to heal. In my room all day long I found more of myself than I would have in a conscious search for myself.
From a classroom with 5 rebels to a classroom of poets and a captain to the paradise which is hell, Bruges. To the final understanding of how companies budget to the privatization of the government and a rebirth of the spirit to discover. A renaissance of the mind is what my day gave me today. Contemplation was the theme and it began with what I thought was a decided path. Old friends and new taught me resistance, from the self and from the world I live in. The movies I watched today brought a great perspective to my life to think beyond what I believe are my great miseries. Old friends taught me new lessons and new ones showed me my old ways.
A paradigm shift in what is my understanding of myself is required so that I can overcome my frailties. There is just so much to explore and discover that it will be a shame if I let the world get the better of me. I will not be brought down by myself and I will not lay down my weapons. I have always limited myself to believe that I work a certain way but none of us do. We all like living in our well designed mirages, we reek of our past and it spreads in us like a parasite.
The MBA, the self discovery, the fight within, the fight with the ones I love, the fears, the compulsions, the strength to overcome, the playlist, the bookmark, the page waiting to be turned, the word waiting to be typed, the tears that never come, the smile that hides the tear, the pretence that all is fine, the music that keeps me alive, the time that bleeds away, the wait for a revival, the angst within, a need to break away…I know I can.
Time for me to begin living.
From a classroom with 5 rebels to a classroom of poets and a captain to the paradise which is hell, Bruges. To the final understanding of how companies budget to the privatization of the government and a rebirth of the spirit to discover. A renaissance of the mind is what my day gave me today. Contemplation was the theme and it began with what I thought was a decided path. Old friends and new taught me resistance, from the self and from the world I live in. The movies I watched today brought a great perspective to my life to think beyond what I believe are my great miseries. Old friends taught me new lessons and new ones showed me my old ways.
A paradigm shift in what is my understanding of myself is required so that I can overcome my frailties. There is just so much to explore and discover that it will be a shame if I let the world get the better of me. I will not be brought down by myself and I will not lay down my weapons. I have always limited myself to believe that I work a certain way but none of us do. We all like living in our well designed mirages, we reek of our past and it spreads in us like a parasite.
The MBA, the self discovery, the fight within, the fight with the ones I love, the fears, the compulsions, the strength to overcome, the playlist, the bookmark, the page waiting to be turned, the word waiting to be typed, the tears that never come, the smile that hides the tear, the pretence that all is fine, the music that keeps me alive, the time that bleeds away, the wait for a revival, the angst within, a need to break away…I know I can.
Time for me to begin living.
a debate with myself
I saw ‘the great debaters’ recently, a brilliant film by Denzel Washington. It’s a story of a debate team in 1930s Texas from a black college who beat the odds to script another underdog epic. The movie with Denzel Washington and Forrest Whitaker (can you ask for anything more) is moving and extremely passionate. For all of you who thought oppression came only in one form and that racism had only an ugly face, you need to see what it all really meant. The movie should help dispel and affirm some of those notions.
But beyond the movie and its higher morals lay something simmering at the bottom that struck me. A simple question: Why do we debate? Is there any value in this verbal battle of minds? Debates are pointless and unproductive..
I SHALL FIRST SPEAK IN FAVOUR OF THE MOTION:
Where has this exercise taken us? How is a farmer suffering from the drought in India concerned about a debate on government policies and plans to help him? NDTV loves a good debate and so do our national dailies so that young and old minds in this country can ponder, wonder, concur, differ and eventually forget. We have created an educated mass of people who enjoy their debate. I hope we understand that as a collective we make a difference when we are ready to be proactive, not deliver empty verdicts to fill empty minds.
Have debates on moral policing lead to any affirmative action in restoring the rights of a young girl or boy to express themselves? The answer is obvious, but if a cup of tea can go down on a debate, then why not. An opinion is of great value in our country, right from the things we buy to the people we marry but no opinion can change the plight of one who has nothing. The government continues debating bills which take ages to get passed while a majority of them prefer sidelining major issues to bring up ones that interest their constituency or even worse, their pockets. Hypocrisy is inherent in us but apathy is a danger to us all.
Stop speaking. Start doing.
I SHALL SPEAK AGAINST THE MOTION:
What’s wrong with a country of debaters? What’s wrong with people who have an opinion and who can express this and help make a difference? Do we live like in China or Myanmar where we live in constant fear that our voices will be taken away from us someday?
Opinions lead to solutions and it all begins with a debate. Not every man in this country has the power or opportunity to make a difference but he has his opinion which is stronger than a hollow promise to change the world. When a farmer waits for the rains, the least another man can do is tell our leaders that the farmer cannot be left alone. If this sharing of opinions happens through a debate on national TV then it will surely wake somebody up. A revolution is not always a solution. A country with a debate in their bellies is one that is ready to fight for what is right. Consider it a part of a process.
If there was anymore proof of the worth of a debate then it lies in my opponent’s stand because at the end of the day my opponent realizes that a debate is the first step to pro action and acceptance.
Stop cribbing. Start debating.
But beyond the movie and its higher morals lay something simmering at the bottom that struck me. A simple question: Why do we debate? Is there any value in this verbal battle of minds? Debates are pointless and unproductive..
I SHALL FIRST SPEAK IN FAVOUR OF THE MOTION:
Where has this exercise taken us? How is a farmer suffering from the drought in India concerned about a debate on government policies and plans to help him? NDTV loves a good debate and so do our national dailies so that young and old minds in this country can ponder, wonder, concur, differ and eventually forget. We have created an educated mass of people who enjoy their debate. I hope we understand that as a collective we make a difference when we are ready to be proactive, not deliver empty verdicts to fill empty minds.
Have debates on moral policing lead to any affirmative action in restoring the rights of a young girl or boy to express themselves? The answer is obvious, but if a cup of tea can go down on a debate, then why not. An opinion is of great value in our country, right from the things we buy to the people we marry but no opinion can change the plight of one who has nothing. The government continues debating bills which take ages to get passed while a majority of them prefer sidelining major issues to bring up ones that interest their constituency or even worse, their pockets. Hypocrisy is inherent in us but apathy is a danger to us all.
Stop speaking. Start doing.
I SHALL SPEAK AGAINST THE MOTION:
What’s wrong with a country of debaters? What’s wrong with people who have an opinion and who can express this and help make a difference? Do we live like in China or Myanmar where we live in constant fear that our voices will be taken away from us someday?
Opinions lead to solutions and it all begins with a debate. Not every man in this country has the power or opportunity to make a difference but he has his opinion which is stronger than a hollow promise to change the world. When a farmer waits for the rains, the least another man can do is tell our leaders that the farmer cannot be left alone. If this sharing of opinions happens through a debate on national TV then it will surely wake somebody up. A revolution is not always a solution. A country with a debate in their bellies is one that is ready to fight for what is right. Consider it a part of a process.
If there was anymore proof of the worth of a debate then it lies in my opponent’s stand because at the end of the day my opponent realizes that a debate is the first step to pro action and acceptance.
Stop cribbing. Start debating.
the world disappearing
"The arrest, detention, abduction or any other form of deprivation of liberty by agents of the State or by persons, or groups of persons acting with the authorization, support or acquiescence of the State, followed by a refusal to acknowledge the deprivation of liberty or by concealment of the fate or whereabouts of the disappeared person, which place such a person outside the protection of the law."
Rosendo Radilla was 60 when he was forcibly disappeared in August 1974. A social activist and former mayor of Atoyac municipality, Guerrero state, Mexico, he was last seen in a military barracks, days after he was detained at a roadblock. Fellow detainees reported that he had been tortured
More than 3,000 ethnic Albanians were the victims of enforced disappearances during the armed conflict in Kosovo in 1999. These were at the hands of the Serbian police, paramilitary and military forces. More than 800 Serbs, Roma and others were abducted by armed ethnic Albanian groups. Some 1,900 families in Kosovo and Serbia are still waiting to find out what happened to their relatives.
In the Philippines, over 1,600 people have disappeared since the 1970s, mostly during counter-insurgency operations against left-leaning or secessionist groups.
Sunday 30 August marks the 26th International Day of the Disappeared. Every year, Amnesty International, along with other NGOs, families associations and grassroots groups, remembers the disappeared and demands justice for victims of enforced disappearances through activities and events.
To combat enforced disappearance, in 2006 the UN General Assembly adopted the International Convention for the Protection of All Persons from Enforced Disappearance. Once entered into force, the Convention will be an effective way to help prevent enforced disappearances, establish the truth about this crime, punish the perpetrators and provide reparations to the victims and their families
… We live in an imperfect world surrounded by our prejudices and twisted beliefs of how to live it. We need to change our perceptions and understanding of the world that surrounds us because it’s not the same we believe we live in.
Stay informed..Stay aware.
Rosendo Radilla was 60 when he was forcibly disappeared in August 1974. A social activist and former mayor of Atoyac municipality, Guerrero state, Mexico, he was last seen in a military barracks, days after he was detained at a roadblock. Fellow detainees reported that he had been tortured
More than 3,000 ethnic Albanians were the victims of enforced disappearances during the armed conflict in Kosovo in 1999. These were at the hands of the Serbian police, paramilitary and military forces. More than 800 Serbs, Roma and others were abducted by armed ethnic Albanian groups. Some 1,900 families in Kosovo and Serbia are still waiting to find out what happened to their relatives.
In the Philippines, over 1,600 people have disappeared since the 1970s, mostly during counter-insurgency operations against left-leaning or secessionist groups.
Sunday 30 August marks the 26th International Day of the Disappeared. Every year, Amnesty International, along with other NGOs, families associations and grassroots groups, remembers the disappeared and demands justice for victims of enforced disappearances through activities and events.
To combat enforced disappearance, in 2006 the UN General Assembly adopted the International Convention for the Protection of All Persons from Enforced Disappearance. Once entered into force, the Convention will be an effective way to help prevent enforced disappearances, establish the truth about this crime, punish the perpetrators and provide reparations to the victims and their families
… We live in an imperfect world surrounded by our prejudices and twisted beliefs of how to live it. We need to change our perceptions and understanding of the world that surrounds us because it’s not the same we believe we live in.
Stay informed..Stay aware.
a letter to my shareholders
To everyone who has a stake in Somanna Inc.
all of you have invested a lot of faith and patience in me and in true corporate style i can inform you that the growth in your share value has been extremely robust. the evolution of my everyday intelligence to one which i can claim as my core competency is phenomenal. its not just the MBA but also the company i keep which pushes me to pull up my socks. the competition out there is innovating as you read this but we keep our cool and keep ploughing ahead. no investor should expect quick returns or an interim dividend, the process is slow and painful but will lead to eventual growth. the economic recession has had no effect on me. none at all, so that ends there. but the intellectual recession i have suffered from all these years has been disturbing and thankfully i have finally seen through it.
all of you have invested a lot of faith and patience in me and in true corporate style i can inform you that the growth in your share value has been extremely robust. the evolution of my everyday intelligence to one which i can claim as my core competency is phenomenal. its not just the MBA but also the company i keep which pushes me to pull up my socks. the competition out there is innovating as you read this but we keep our cool and keep ploughing ahead. no investor should expect quick returns or an interim dividend, the process is slow and painful but will lead to eventual growth. the economic recession has had no effect on me. none at all, so that ends there. but the intellectual recession i have suffered from all these years has been disturbing and thankfully i have finally seen through it.
to move ahead we need to follow a strategy of understanding from your side and a sense of belief in me. in my learning is your value and in my progress your profits. with an average of 4 hours of sleep every night, the brand is developing its durability and is slowly becoming impregnable.
i wish i could elaborate on the future but that will just take away from the mystery. this is not the end of me addressing you, the faith if lost,will be restored. the brand is growing and you will be taken along on this journey.
if anybody is interested, they are always free to invest in this incredible growth story. Spread the word.
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