좋은 날
I am a poor food explorer and a worse food researcher. So when one of my clients mentioned that he wanted to taste some Korean food, my mind could not dig up any restaurant names. My office block on Broadway and 32nd is believed to be the Mecca of Korean food. So, off we went, down for lunch. I took him to a fine-looking place right next to my building. No sooner did we place our order of Dak-gui, ( my brain had an option of either remembering the restaurant’s name or the dishes’- it chose the latter), a sort of charred chicken, and Saengsoeun gui, a kind of grilled fish, we were presented with an enormous range of complimentary hors d’oeuvres. There were pickles, pickly vegetables, vegetable pickles and the likes. Then there was some soup, which was tasty but was deceiving – could’nt tell the ribs from the intestines. In the end came some cinnamon syrup to freshen up our breath. Ok, the overall experience was good but it will take some time for me to forget the face of our waitress who knew that we knew nothing about what we had been doing there. I am not sure if everything that we ate from the table was for eating. I am not sure if we ate the right way or even that we had the right drink at the right hour – the dong dong ju, which ding-donged us. But I am sure I saw the waitress and the server boyfriend (it’s an assumption but I am an expert at this) smirk whenever their eyes met after meeting mine. We had good food. They had good fun. Everyone went home happy.
Pollute but sign
India, China and a few other developing nations cold-shouldered the G-8 Summit. The post-Kyoto showdown stands shatterproof. After the Hokkaido summit, this was a big opening. Except, we didn’t even inched. There seems only one leeway now – make a legal agreement without obligatory emission objectives. Besides?
The cricketing best?
So Sunil Gavaskar says that Tendulkar is a better cricketer than Bradman was. Afterall, he beat Bradman’s century record. Everything is about numbers. I agree. But sometimes I don’t like to. Or don’t want to. And this is one of those times. Is Tendulkar bigger than the man himself, I mean Sir M. Gavaskar. Catching in the slip, late brushing and you asked what, he just produced everything which I and my pals tried duplicating for years in the narrow cricketing lanes of Radhey Puri. Cricket to us was all about technique. And he was the man of it. Swing. Hook. Drop. Or duck. No one did it better, while I admit that Sir Vivian Richards was a close runner. Even knowing well that Tendulkar is the contemporary best, I maintain that the joy the Sr. little man’s game gave was more profound than the Jr.’s. And as for Sir. Bradman, I’d have to watch videos, if there are any.
Making money…patents or not
Ranbaxy is a generic drug maker. Daiichi Sankyo is not. They both have completely different industry representations.
The drug making giants will face huge losses between 2010 and 2012, when many of world’s hottest selling and patent protected medicines lose their IP and fakes start to skirt the international marketplace top- speed.
In this rests the logic of Daiichi proffering to Ranbaxy. Good move? Yes, only if exploits like these really bring the prices down, which in the light of enormous size differences between the large companies and generic drug makers looks difficult. In spite of everything, what rule the marketplace are economies of scales.
Red gone…time to write in black
Now with the Left powers gone, and if the Congress hangs on to rule, billions of dollars of disinvestments could bridge the multi-billion dollar budget deficits, ultimately safeguarding consumers from the rising gas prices and inflation, to a big degree. And the good news could be, if he has the guts, that the Indian PM ensues on with the privatization efforts much before the elections on May or whenever. With the red forces moving out, other chief strategy plans like permitting outsiders to invest in the Indian retail et cetera also can see some action now.
LIVE AND LET SURVIVE.
There can be three stages in man’s existence on earth. He may Survive and then possibly Live and then possibly Thrive. With at least 3000 Kilo calories per day for each person, we produce enough food for us all. Yet, millions die without food. We have not acted. When are we going to act? It’s difficult. We are busy. Busy in our Live stage. But are we really trying to live OR we are busy filling the gap, the gap between our Living and Thriving, always trying to get to the Thrive stage. And more than half of us will not be able to fill that gap, as evidenced time and again by Time itself, for folks who joined this race much before us. Without going into the subject of ‘even what if we are able to fill that gap’ and leaving the premise of readers’ dreams and ambitions untouched by my words, I doubt if the endeavor of filling the gap itself is worth it. I am not sure. However, I am sure we, even individually can fill at least a few hundred stomachs in our life span. OR fill our own stomachs a few million times more than required for its natural fill. Let’s not just Survive but Live. But let’s just not Live but also assist others Survive so that they could progress and start to Live. Each of us is an ocean of energy – LET’S not drown in ourselves. Decision is ours. Death is theirs. We have, but one life. let US DO something – WHATEVER we can, but not whenever we can. now.
Spain… all the way
Changing the guard at the Wimbledon, Nadal beat Federer in almost 4 and a half hours of hard hitting play in just about total darkness. Though I could just see about the last 35 minutes of play I believe I saw the best moments in this Wimbledon history’s longest final match ever. Though the Spaniard is the first man to win the French Open and Wimbledon end-to-end ever since Bjorn Borg did it in 1980, what makes the man special is when while lifting the cup he goes on say that Federer is the best, in victory or in defeat.
Spain winning the Euro 2008 and now Nadal capturing this unforgettable moment for his country, I wish I was born in Spain.
