Friday, April 27, 2007

Short story: Last man standing...

Circa December 2003:

“May I come in, doctor?” he asked, pushing open the door slightly, and popping his head inside.

Dr. Rao looked up, over the thick rim of his spectacles and said “Yes, please my dear!!”

As he sat down, Dr. Rao finished writing something into a patient’s file and looked up at him. The expression on the doc’s face suggested that it might have dawned on him, just then, who the patient sitting in front of him was!!

Dr. Rao stared at him for a second, picked up a file next to his right hand, flipped thorough the latest reports in deep contemplation, and then placed the file down. He gave a broad smile and took his patient’s hand and squeezed it slightly. “Your reports are normal. That means, you are almost perfectly fine now. I declare you fit and cured, from Epilepsy”.

He took some time to digest that news. “Thank you so much, doctor… for all the help and support.” He couldn’t say any more.

“Well… it was just my duty. But I want to add, that you must continue taking care of your health. Avoid too much stress. Whenever you feel tensed, make sure you take long breaths. Take adequate sleep, atleast 7 hours a day… With all these precautions, there is less than 1% of your epilepsy relapsing. And you can lead a perfectly normal life… you know, I mean… you can get married, without any worries… because epilepsy is not hereditary…”

“Thanks for the info doctor… And I promise, I’ll take care of myself… By the way…” he said with a twinkle in his eye, as he was preparing to leave, “you lose another patient today…”

“I’m more than happy, son!! All the best!! I hope I’ll never see you back here, as a patient!!”

Tears of gratitude welled up in his eyes. He took the doctor’s hand, shook it gently, stood up, turned, and walked out of Dr. Rao’s room.

He saw the waiting room filled with patients, who were looking at him, probably trying to gauge his mood…Five years back, he had been like them… when he had come to the Neurology ward as a first time patient.

Now, as he walked out of that ward, it was with a sense of relief, pride, and a victory in a five-year old war… He was the last man standing!! … Epilepsy had surrendered to him.

He thanked God for having stood behind him all the time. In the early days of this ordeal, he used to ask God many times “Why me?” As time passed, he stopped doing that. Epilepsy had brought more good to him, than bad. He had learnt to believe in himself, and his ability to fight in situations of extreme adversity, with his back to the wall. He had made new friends among doctors and pharmacists, whom he used to visit regularly during his fight. Most importantly, he had the satisfaction of having achieved something tremendous, and hopes to inspire several more patients suffering not just from epilepsy, but any other disease – or for that matter, any sort of adversity in their life.

As he said good-bye to the Neuro ward, the memories came gushing back…

July 22 1998:

7:30 am. He was getting ready to leave for school, and was sitting on the sofa, wearing his shoes. Suddenly he had a weird sensation in his head. As if something was rushing at him, and before he knew what happened, everything blackened.

As he later would recollect that feeling, it seemed like in a horror movie, when the camera comes zooming towards the victim very fast, and stops abruptly at his face, as if something hits him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother sit beside him on the bed, with a shocked and concerned look on her face.

“What had happened?”

“Nothing… are you feeling ok?...”

“Tell me what happened” he asked irritably”

“Nothing much… you just were unconscious for some time, and had a small fit”

“What!!!” he couldn’t digest it… Nor was he in a position for it… He felt very drowsy and soon fell asleep.

His mother later woke him up, and took him to the hospital, to the Neurology ward, where he first met Dr S N Rao. Dr Rao asked him to undergo a C. T. Scan and an EEG (Electroencephalogram) test. He was so drained out after the incident in the morning, that during all the time he was in the hospital, he would fall asleep, wherever he would sit. He even got admonished by the EEG technician for falling asleep during the test, coz that would give wrong results.

At the end of the day, Dr. Rao told him that since it was the first incident, and he had no history of such “attacks”, he would not be prescribed any medicines that time. If he’d have another attack, then he would have to get started on the medication.

October 7 1998:

The worst he had expected… happened. He had another attack, at around the same time in the morning.

This time when he visited Dr. Rao, he was asked to get started on the medication, and was prescribed Encorate (Sodium Valporate) tablets, one each in the morning and the night.

January 12 1999:

Another attack. The prescription now read Encorate 2-0-2.

Two years passed. He was now a student of 12th standard. He had not had any attacks in those two years. The tablets seemed to be doing their job well. Another year of no attacks, and he would be done with them… probably for life.

January 19 2001:

The attack decided to give him a surprise. It met him, when he had walked a little distance from his home, on his way to college, after having a great time at their Annual Day celebrations, for the past three days.

He realized it was coming. Things around him got dilated, and started moving around. He panicked, turned around and made a dash for home, hoping to make it there before he passed out. He couldn’t. He gave a scream calling for his mother, and fell down and swooned.

When he regained consciousness, it was that same feeling of enervation, exhaustion…

Dr. Rao was also worried. He too hadn’t expected this after two years of no attacks. He prescribed stronger medicines this time. Epilex Chrono 500 (1-0-1)

March 24 2001:

He was submerged in his preparations for his board examinations, and CET (The Common Entrance Test) which would decide the college in which he could pursue his engineering. He was good, and he knew it. He knew he had it in him to get into 'the' best college in his state. He aimed for nothing less.

At 2 pm, fate decided to test him further. Epilepsy made another attack on his nerves, and he could feel his nerves snapping in his head, and the sinking feeling of falling into the abyss…He became unconscious again.

He had had enough of it. Dr. Rao himself had enough of it. He put his patient on main stream Epilepsy drugs – Tegritol (Carbamazepine) 200mg 1-0-1.

He took the first tablet that evening after an early dinner at 7 pm, and slept for the next 18 hours – flat! His mother woke him up once at around 10 am next morning to have some food, but his eyelids seemed to weigh tons, and he gave up, only to wake up at lunch time, still very groggy. He managed to force some food in, took another tablet, and woke up from his bed for dinner, at 10 pm.

Luckily for him, things started getting better from the next day onwards… although the tablets were heavily sedative, and he had to battle drowsiness, to stay awake, and study. Probably, without that inspiration, he would have succumbed to sleep, more often…

The Battle of Enteric Fever

The first of the two most arduous battles he fought, in his war against epilepsy.

April 9 2001 (Monday):

It was the day of his first Board Exam – Physics. He had woken up to more than normal-temperature, which had worsened since when it surfaced, the previous afternoon. Try as he did to console himself, he could not brush off the fact, that he had fever.

Armed with a bottle of glucose water, he attended the exam, in not-totally-fit condition. It went well. Very well infact, considering that his body was getting hotter by the minute.

That evening, the fever had its toll on his energy, and forced him to stop studying, and lie down. His mother came back from office, and found that his body felt like the interior of an oven. Literally!!

She took him to the hospital, and he was checked by the doctors in the Emergency ward. 105 deg Fahrenheit, they said. They asked him to get admitted. He tried to protest weakly, that he was in the middle of his board exams. He was sternly said, that if he had to have any chance to write his next exam three days later, he had no choice, but to get admitted. He broke down.

The medical staff, first tried to bring his alarmingly high body-temperature down. They turned the fan to maximum speed (since he did not complain of any problem, other than high temperatures), and they used ice packs on his body for four hours. The temperature dropped to 103 by midnight.

He was tested for malaria, typhoid and cholera. All tests reported in the negative. But one test reported abnormal levels of a particular hormone associated with the Liver. He was tested for jaundice, but that too showed up negative.

The doctors could not identify what the disease was. But when they were told of his Tegritol medication, and they researched about the effects of the tablet, they traced the problem to one of the side effects of the tablet. They named it Enteric fever.

He was put on heavy antibiotic treatment from Tuesday. It was 20 ml of Amoxicillin injection, once in a day, for five days. The syringe was enormous in size - about 2 cm in diameter - and the mere sight of it was downright scary. The injection took about two and half minutes to be injected intravenously on the hand, and by then, the blood would have had enough journeys around his body, that he could even feel the taste of it, in the capillaries of his mouth. Also it would cause the area around the vein to swell, such that he could barely bend his hands.

He took the first injection on his right hand, on Tuesday and the second on his left, on Wednesday, so that his right hand was fit enough for him to write his exam on Thursday.

April 12 2001 (Thursday):

Early in the morning at 2 am he was hit by a bout of diarrhea. By 8 am in the morning, when he got ready to attend his Chemistry exam with zero preparation, it had drained all the energy from his body. So much so, that he needed to just sit on a chair, and he’d fall asleep in less than half a minute.

His mother had lost much hope of him even being able to write the exam, and pass, let alone score anything beyond it. Until the previous day, she was quite hopeful about his condition. But diarrhea had hit him real bad. And despite, her having to be strong and encourage him, she found herself unable to control her tears, and was sobbing seeing his pathetic condition.

At around 9 am, he himself stood up, consoled his mother, and asked the hospital staff to call for an auto, and headed to his examination center. His father, who was coming from Bangalore that morning, directly landed up with his baggage at the center. They talked with the examination officials and explained his condition to them, and sought permission, to keep a watch on him, and help him, if his condition worsened.

He had literally no energy to make it through the examination, but the atmosphere at the center, seemed to have charged him up, and he braced himself, with the last bit of reserve energy he had, and entered the examination hall. He came out only after the final bell had gone, three hours later, satisfied and immensely pleased with his effort. His mother was again in tears, but this time, happy beyond words, to see him pull it off.

He went back to the hospital and was kept under observation.

He was discharged from the hospital on Sunday, April 15th and was given strict instructions to take complete bed rest, the entire day, and not attempt to study and strain himself.

April 16 2001 (Monday):

It was the day of his Mathematics examination. He attended it, still weak from the heavy antibiotic medication he was subjected to, for the past five days. It had made his lips and throat dry, and he couldn’t risk drinking too much water to counter his thirst, since it would necessitate him to pass urine more frequently, and he could not afford to break his concentration during the exam because of it.

June 9 2001:

When the results of the board examination came out, he came to know that he had scored 99, 99 and 100 percent in Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics, and had topped not just his college, but also his district in the core subjects, scoring 397 / 400 , including a 99 in Statistics.

The Battle of CET

As if he had not had been tested enough, destiny chose to grill him further. The next big battle he fought was during The CET – Common Entrance Test, the competitive examination for entrance to the professional courses in his state – Medical and Engineering.

May 17 2001:

It was the day of his Physics CET examination. He had done a small mistake which had costed him 1.25 marks in the Mathematics examination, the previous day. And in an examination taken by approximately 1.6 lakh students, where even a quarter of a mark, could make a difference of around 100 ranks, it was a very costly mistake for him. Especially considering the fact that, he still was aiming for the top 10.

At the strike of the half an hour bell during the exam, (which was later adjudged as the worst paper ever in the history of CET) the ghost of Epilepsy haunted him again. He just had just enough time to get up from his seat and go and collapse on the floor outside the classroom he was taking the test.

Luckily for him, his center was in his own college where all the staff members recognized him. He later found out, that the college night watchman Pandu, who was going around distributing drinking water, had found him having a fit, in the corridor, and had splashed several glasses of water on his face, in an attempt to help him regain consciousness.

By the time, he came back to his senses, and was ready to go back and resume his test, he had lost 13 invaluable minutes, out of 70, in an exam which would decide his future. Although severely disheartened, he answered his paper for the remaining time and walked out, utterly devastated.

He went back home, and slept, like he did always, after the “short-circuit” in his neural network. His mother who saw him coming home unexpectedly, in the afternoon, knew that something had gone wrong, and broke down, when he told her what had happened.

He woke up in just in time to have some lunch and hurry for his Chemistry CET exam. He was thoroughly demoralized, but Chemistry being his most favorite subject and strongest point, he decided to put in his best effort in the exam. He walked out solving the entire paper in 45 minutes, 25 minutes before the final bell.

June 13 2001:

The results of CET were announced. The final ranking was based on 50% marks from the board exam results of Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics (scaled down from 100) and 50% marks from the corresponding CET exams (scaled down from 60).

He had scored 28 out of 60 in Physics, which was very good considering the average scores, and the fact that he had survived an attack, during the examination. And he had scored 60 out of 60 in Chemistry, which he had taken after his attack.

But most importantly he had secured the 99th rank among the 1.6 lakh students, which would later enable him to secure admission in the Karnataka Regional Engineering College, Surathkal (KREC – now known as National Institute of Technology, Surathkal), and see him come out as a Bachelor of Electrical and Electronics, in June 2005.

Now-a-days, he has found a new hobby. He writes short stories.


(Based on a true life story)

Friday, April 20, 2007

Its values that matter...

Your Values Profile


You value loyalty a fair amount.
You're loyal to your friends... to a point.
But if they cross you, you will reconsider your loyalties.
Staying true to others is important to you, but you also stay true to yourself.


You don't really value honesty.
You do value getting your way, no matter what.
And if a little lying is required to do that, no problem.
A few white lies never hurt anyone (at least, that's what you tell yourself!)


You value generosity a fair amount.
You are all about giving, as long as there's some give and take.
Supportive and kind, you don't mind helping out a friend in need.
But you know when you've given too much. You have no problem saying "no"!


You don't really value humility.
You don't have much to be humble about!
And you might as well promote yourself, because no one else will.
You're a pretty special person, and you let everyone know it.


You value tolerance highly.
Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...
You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.
You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Short Story: Pack up!!

I love ajji very much… she’s nice, tells lots of stories (I love listening to them before having my nap on hot summer afternoons, although I’m well past the age for them, and have heard them a hundred times over, till now) and she cooks really good food… especially chicken…

If there’s only one thing about ajji that I get irked about, is that sack of stupid superstitions she carries everywhere with her. It surely is such a heavy burden, especially for us, the people around her on whom she forces it all the time… and inspite of being too old to learn anything new, God knows how she’d keep adding to her repertoire of these bad omens… every now and then, she’ll surprise us with something new, unheard of in ordinary adage… this is the only reason for discord between me and her who otherwise, are the best granny-grandson pair ever!

We completed the last leg of shifting from the old rented place, where we’d spent the last four years, to the house Dad had newly built, today. And thanks to ajji and her omen-presence, it’ll remain a memory for all the wrong reasons… Shifting, I know is a harrowing experience for everyone… but ours, more so, coz it was the day of ajji and her omens…

Dad was on a leave for three days, to finish the shifting business. He had some other work on Sunday, and wanted to rest on Saturday after three days of hectic work. So he wanted to finish it off by today, i.e. Friday evening itself, much to the annoyance of ajji… why?? Coz it was Friday the 13th. And Friday the 13th too, was bent on siding with ajji. Right from 9 to 9, am to pm…

Furniture was the last thing that needed to be shifted. And since the Packers-n-Movers guy had a flat tire on the truck assigned to us, he’d sent us a Tempo, with lesser space, and no door on the back-side. We wanted to avoid making the 14 km trip to our new house twice over, on rain-battered-and-potholed roads… So we attempted to use every cubic cm of the packaging space in the Tempo. Although we’d later come to know, that the former was a better option.

The Packer’s laborers broke the mirror on the wardrobe in the master bedroom, while moving the cot out. Ajji came running… and began yelling at them… And not an iota, because we had to pay to it to get it replaced. “You lousy, lazy chaps!! You fleabags!! (She used the native version of this word!!) You broke the mirror!! That’s seven years of bad luck!! You people can’t do your work properly!! (Blah blah…)…” Dad and I came in from the living room, and saw the pieces of broken mirror. Dad was visibly livid… and for the right reason. “You guys will need to pay for this. I’ll call your owner and tell him about this.” The laborers, Ajith and Somu, hung their head in shame. “And Amma… you please come here and sit. Don’t take too much tension. Your BP will rise!!” Ajji came out and sat on the sofa, still jabbering abuses and apprehensions of some impending doom.

Mom was sweeping the hall. Her face told it all – she was exhausted from the two days of shifting. I went to help her, and asked her for the broom. When she was about to hand it over to me, ajji shrieked “Don’t pass over the broom from hand to hand” Amma was so much taken aback by the sudden outburst from ajji, that she suddenly jerked back, trying to drop the broom down. She slipped and fell down, sitting hard on her back side. Ajji shrieked again. Amma let out a moan. Dad came running again from the living room. I helped mom to slowly get up and lie down on the divan. She was in pain. And the exhaustion made her condition worse. She slowly drifted to a sub-conscious state.

“I’d told you putta… when you stepped on the crack in the washing area two months back… that your mother’s back would break!! (Woh!! That was a new one from her!! OMG!!)… And three weeks back, there was a crow, cawing from the window sill… I think my time is up now… I told your dad… that today is 13th … and that too a Friday… we could have shifted tomorrow… Now look at all these…”

Dad had already got some Volini gel and was applying on Amma’s back. As if to drown ajji’s voice, he told me loudly… “Go call Doctor Uncle… Quick!! And also get some glucose powder when you come back.

On my way to call the doctor, I was wondering about Dad’s patience… How could he tolerate such crap from ajji, and refrain from saying anything to her, despite not heeding to an ounce of what she said?? It was as if he was stone deaf to such stuff from ajji. I was amazed, and kept hoping I’d develop some patience like that!!

The shifting work was withheld till after lunch. Doctor Uncle came, checked Mom, suggested her to rest, and prescribed her some tablets and syrups, which I got from Robert Uncle’s medical shop down the road. He said that Amma didn’t have any major injury to worry about, and that her back ache would subside soon. Her exhaustion had done her in.

And while the work was stalled, I picked up an argument with ajji.

Ajji… how do believe in all this rubbish… bad omens and all that?? And how do you know about 13th the Friday?? That’s not there in Hindu scriptures?? And about that crack and Mom’s back??”

“Oh… that!! Hilda told me all this... You know... once… (Blah blah...)…” Hilda aunty was Robert’s mother. Although she was about two decades younger than ajji, both of them would get along very well… Now I traced the origins of those “global” superstitions ajji would dole out every now and then!! No wonder some one has said rumors and omens don’t need much to spread, and are more contagious than a pandemic!!

After two in the afternoon, Amma rested on the divan, while I and Dad, with Ajith and Somu’s help, tried to cram all our furniture into the Tempo. The kind of strategy we had to device, to make optimum usage of the space in the Tempo, reminded me of the game FreeCell… Both of them were so similar!!

By 5:30, we were all done. The satisfaction of having achieved something Herculean, was reflecting on everybody’s faces. We went back into the house, to see if anything was left behind, and also to say our final goodbye to our abode of three years. I woke Amma, and helped her into our car. We locked the house, and started off, with the Tempo in the tow.

Barely had we driven for ten minutes, a black cat crossed our path. And as expected, ajji shrieked again. Owww!! Here we go again, I thought. Dad stopped the car. The Tempo behind, which was following us closely screeched to a halt. “Lets take a different route… enough bad has happened today… now this cat…”, ajji pleaded. Dad turned around and looked hard at ajji. “We have already wasted a lot of time today. I want to get done with this fast. So please sit back and don’t worry. Nothing is gonna happen. Please let me drive with concentration” Ajji still kept mumbling something. Dad continued driving.

We reached our new home in 45 minutes. As we set out to unpack the furniture, Ajji came to back side of the Tempo and saw the broom. She shrieked again, for the nth time in the day!! “Who got this broom along?? You foolish people!! Don’t you know you must not bring the broom along!!...” And before anyone could stop her, she tugged at the broom and pulled it off. Three chairs stacked in Tempo came down like an avalanche. Ajji was very fortunate that she was not standing in their way, and the chairs narrowly missed her. She was panic-stricken… “I told you… all because of this broom… I told you… lot of bad things…” she began to sob.

Dad stopped her curtly in the middle and said “Its not at all because of the bad omens that any of these happened… It was just because of how you reacted to it. None of these harmless things can spell any doom. That broom was put there, because those chairs weren’t staying in place… And they fell because you pulled the broom. Now before anything else happens, please go inside and take rest” he remarked angrily. This was the first time I’d seen Dad say anything against ajji and her omen-theory. Ajji walked in slowly, whimpering.

Another two hours, and we were all done with unpacking the furniture and arranging them in the house.

At the end, dad wanted to pay the Packers, and he emptied his wallet to settle their bill, of course, minus the cost of the wardrobe mirror. I’d asked him for some money to buy a book, the previous day, and he’d told me he’d give it to me after he paid the shifting charges. I wanted the money by tomorrow afternoon. Now, seeing that he had no more cash in his wallet, I asked him “Dad, I told you I wanted some money urgently…”

“Don’t worry beta… You want it by tomorrow afternoon, right? My left hand is itching. So it looks like I’m gonna get some money. Don’t worry, I’ll give you the money by tomorrow afternoon… He patted me on my head, and turned and walked inside.

I stood there, dumb-struck, with my mouth wide open.


Friday, April 13, 2007

Banana halwa

Name: Banana Halwa

Complexity Level: Medium - High

Duration of preparation approx 2 hours

Serves Many :-)


Nendra BaaLe Bananas

1 kg


3 cups


1 tbsp


10 – 12

Cashew nuts

(100 g) For garnishing


1 cup (optional)


The bananas mentioned above (Nendra BaaLe) are a native of Kerala and are commonly known as Kerala bananas also. The halwa made from them is one of the most popular sweets from God’s own country. Although you might use other varieties, like Cavendis bananas, the taste obtained is best, when Nendra BaaLe is used. These bananas normally don’t soften as they ripen, but the evidence of ripening is rather manifested in the form of the skin turning yellow, first, and then black. This does not mean that the banana is spoilt. The ideal stage to use the bananas for this halwa is when the skin is about two thirds in black.

Method of preparation:

The method of preparation is very simple – all it needs is patience!! :-)

Peel the bananas, and grind them into a paste in using a mixer grinder, without adding any water.

Add it to a open vessel, and set it on low flame on the gas. Add 3 cups of sugar (a cup which holds about 200ml of water) and stir lightly. The sugar will melt and make the paste watery (reduces the viscosity). Keep stirring lightly on low flame, till the water content evaporates and the halwa begins to harden. This would take approximately an hour.

Optional: As the halwa hardens, you might add one cup of maida (refined flour) to it. This changes the texture and taste of the halwa, and is compulsorily used in the halwa you get in Kerala. I prefer not using it, since I like the taste better, without the flour.

As the halwa hardens, add a part of the cashew nuts (cut into small pieces), powdered cardamom, and ghee and continue stirring until the halwa becomes a hard mass.

Transfer the halwa into a open pan, smeared with ghee. Garnish using cashew nuts. The halwa can be cut into pieces, for eating, after it cools down in about an hour.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Book review: The High Performance Entrepreneur

Name: The High Performance Entrepreneur
Author: Subroto Bagchi
Publishers: Penguin Portfolio

Misc: 244 pages, Rs 395

Highlights: Simple and straightforward, yet compelling - a practitioner’s guide to entrepreneurship.

My rating: 4.5 /5

There’s nothing like hearing it from the horse’s mouth. Learning from someone who’s “been there, and done that” is a valuable asset to add to your wealth of experiences.

And when it comes from the Chief Operating Officer of a company which is the youngest in the world to become PCMM Level 5 certified, a SEI CMMi Level 5 certified in just 5 years, and has hit the $100 million mark in revenues in just six years since it has been founded, you bet… it can’t get better. The man is Subroto Bagchi, COO, MindTree Consulting – who started the company in 1999, with a group of some of his colleagues from Wipro, which recently had its IPO over-subscribed 27-28 times!!

To the common man, Subroto Bagchi would be known better, as the writer of the column “The Times of Mind” in Times of India. Many others, especially students, would have had the good fortune of hearing this terrific orator.

“The High Performance Entrepreneur” is slightly different from an autobiography of a great achiever, in the sense that, the narration and explanations in the book, is in the style of a handbook, a practical guide. Mr. Bagchi explains the stages in building an enterprise from scratch, step by step, in the order that it is supposed to be done, and which has worked so well for him and his company. And he supplements each of this with experiences drawn not from the journey of MindTree. He also cites examples and lore related to many other high performance achievers like Azim Premji, Narayana Murthy, Kiran Mazumdar Shaw, Lance Armstrong et al.

And despite the treasure trove of wisdom he has opened for the wannabe entrepreneur who reads this book, he firmly believes "You really do not need to read this book-for that matter any book-to start your own enterprise, just like " amount of reading about romance is equal to the act of falling in love...the actual experience (of starting a company) is in the enactment. So, go on and do it"

If you ever dream to become an entrepreneur, this book can help you to lots of things right… and right – the first time itself!! Worth every rupee it costs!!

My favorite excerpts from the book (few of them)

  • High performance entrepreneurship is not an accident. It has to be planned that way
  • “Building a company is not like planting one giant tree. It is about creating an entire forest some day. You may not know how… … Yet, you must live that thought… you must be exhilarated by the prospect of doing it.”
  • “If you do not love to make money, do not start a business”
  • “When you build a team, you do not start by looking at compatibility and sameness. You look for complementary skills and diversity.
  • “Resilience – it is the one thing above everything else that makes an entrepreneur very different from everyone else.”
  • “…Winners are invariably associated with their ability to think differently, act differently and deliver differently”
  • “The no. 1 job of an entrepreneur is to sell his ware.”
  • “Listen to everyone. But form your own opinion about things.”
  • “Do not try to solve every problem that comes your way. See if you can change the rules of the game instead.”

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Self Evaluation: Are you an entrepreneur?

This may seem self-aggrandizing, prima facie ... but for me, it serves to keep myself focussed on what I want to become, and what I am doing, every moment... to get there...

You Are a Natural Entrepreneur

You're creative, driven, and full of great ideas.
You could be the next Richard Branson, Warren Buffet, or Oprah.
Keep with your dreams, even if people don't understand or respect them.
Someday you'll have too much money to care what they think!

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Brinjal pachdi

Name: Brinjal Pachdi

Complexity Level: Very easy

Duration of preparation : 15 minutes

Serves: 4-6



¼ kg


500 g


1 large

Green chillies


Ginger paste

¼ teaspoon

Coriander leaves

For garnishing

Asafoedita powder / paste



To taste

Method of preparation:

Cut the brinjals into medium sized pieces, and boil them in water on medium – high flame for 10 minutes, till the water starts simmering. Strain the water, and let the cooked brinjals cool down.

Add the ginger paste and Asafoedita powder / paste to the curd, and ensure that they are properly dissolved in the curd. Cut onion, green chillies and coriander leaves. Add them, along with the brinjals to the curd. Mash all the ingredients in the curd, either using a sauté / table spoon, or better (and simpler) with your (clean!!) hands. Add salt to taste

Brinjal pachdi is ready. Goes well with chapattis and rice.

PS: You can also add a little bit of tadka to it, if it suits you. It adds to the taste