La Roja v Azzuri scrumptuous that.

Celestial! Was the only word that I could conjure up of the way the Azzuri played yesterday. It was absolute 90 m packed entertainment. Azure defence against die mannschaft attack, and what was the result, pure entertainment. If anyone had any doubts that football was just mere possession and then attack, they would have had to bite their tongue, for the way the teams played yesterday was miles far from the way the stalemate between la roja and CR7 ended.

Even though the teams were chasing the ball the audience were treated to some of the greatest footballing skills with the master Pirlo leading the charge and Balotelli who was nonetheless charged up following his not being included in the starting XI trying to prove far too many points. It was only pity that his skills paid off against a team who have played one if the best attacking and entertaining football in the tournament.

As for the Sunday match it all boils down to only 2 things. It will be great to see how the Italian defense and the midfield play against the SpanishArmada.  As for the Azzuri, they are playing one of the most beautiful footballs ever, and remains to see how hard will the la roja try to negate that effect (with their endless passing). Whatever may happen on Sunday, its going to be the best ever match okayed yet at least in the tournament. Juego Bonita.

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The Perpetual Motion Machine

Few quests have evoked much attention and almost fanatical veneration than the mankind’s quest for the perpetual motion machine. As was my wont for those nightly jaunts that I suddenly was hit by this brick wall of an idea of having a perpetual motion machine atleast in the virtual sense. Guess, you ‘d’ve gauged it by now on the WWW. As a PMM would need an endless and almost constant supply of fuel to be running for years atleast for 2 generations for the people of generation to happily think that their progeny would live on with that contraption they built, happily ever after, something virtually can be built with the data as the fuel being pumped for eternity without any external intervention.

The hella bytes of data that is being generated each day over the WWW can be in a sense auto-crunched to transform it into a non-sensical information which can be categorised and can be morphed into what can be  a virtual perpetual motion machine with data being fed in for eternity and that would pump out information in a usable format. This kind of a machine will have a constant supply of fuel as well as will be running forever.

This is some kind of a raw idea, the roots of which I have somehow foregone, as the night on which this thing hit me was wsy long back, and now am here in a totally different place. Will surely try developing this idea but now…..image

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Random Thoughts

Been a while and couple of my posts on the CWG and the some other thing(of which I even forgot on what) have gone right down the shredder, as unsurprisingly they’ve gone out of context.

And then there is this post, just to give an uptick on the things to get under way in this year. Part of the reason for not doing what I ought do might account for my being variably wired or even my own other indulgences not to mention the addiction to the microblogger.

Things do change, don’t they, off late with me wondering if there was anything that exists, that can be perceived to be present except for your own heart beat. For everything apart from you (as you form the tip of the cone) come under the famous past-future cone where in you always tend to perceive things always past.

Guess the blog is really missing on the real big picture and slyly incapable of framing some good ones must confess that must find some alternative to beat down the mutual idle time. Guess am being more subjectively abjected to the so called Stockholm Syndrome at my work place which considerably felt am finding hard to break.

With yet another iron-fist resolve of really putting something meaningful the next time, I just….

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CLT20 is good for India Inc.!

As I start typing this one, can’t help but swap the tabs to get the heads-up on the latest score line. The Champions League is under way in South Africa, with 3 teams from India along with their entourage of brands participating in it. While my interest delves into a bit of cricket, was trying to decode how our marketing frenzy brands  were all by themselves establishing their visibility in a land of opportunities.

The BASIC as the world knows comprises of the world’s fastest growing and most promising emerging markets. Apart from BRIC, coined by the red knight Jim ‘O Neill BASIC forms a quadrant where things are happening and happening at break neck speeds.

The Indian cricket entourage not only consists of the coaches, physicians and et al but also the end less brands each of them endorse and with CLT they are provided a platform that can be exploited to establish a global foot print. As the teams are to a large part represented from big international brands that have huge visibility to small brands that are hitchhiking on the backs of some lesser known players.

This global event grandiose in its scale, does provide an opportunity for them to set up shop not only in the host country but also in the neighboring countries. On a micro scale this is good, as most of Africa is left open by international brands mainly due to their eco as well as cultural backwardness. If only smaller brands, stand and make themselves count to treat South Africa as the light at the end of the tunnel they will be opening up “easy markets” where capital inputs are not only low but can also get them large profit margins.

South Africa on its part is the torch bearer of the Dark Continent. With the success of FIFA ’10 and with CLT following suit, they are not only convincing outsiders to invest into their country but are also opening up the whole African market.

The poles are reversed, Misr used to be the trading point of Africa in the golden age of pharoahs, but now South Africans are the torch bearers.  The MTN-Airtel deal was followed very closely by the world, not only for the sheer size they ‘d be creating but also what  ‘d’ve been a nuptials of two independent business models that are aggressive and market leaders. But with the deal called off, owing to the ideological differences between the political mafia.

[To be Contd.....]

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A Ride to Remember!

I heard my watch chime in which meant I had just 1 hour to reach Central, and was getting incrementally frustrated at the long queue at the Metro.

After what was a 35 day wait, the D-day arrived at last. Anticipating to see my parents and eat my Mom’s scrumptious cuisine once again I was utterly thrilled when the day at last arrived. (In fact was so thrilled, that I forgot to sleep).

Was something like 5th in the queue when I decided to end the frustration by breaking the law. Breaking the law, and traveling ticket less.  Though that was common place and a routine for a Hyderabadi, but suddenly felt odd. Somehow, with the resolution that I’d deal with any kind of maladroit situation, I jumped off the line and made off the elevator. After a 7 min wait, the train arrives, luckily empty seated.

Right from the time I read about the Gatesian adventures with his business trips, I’m being haunted with these kinds of things of reaching the destination at the last minute, with all the fun diluted. But this time, things were to change and something real surprise was in store for me.

The Metro somehow got me, with hardly 15 mins left with 10 mins of walk to the central, forget the rush hour traffic that includes pedestrians. After 8 mins of twiddling and twaddling and screams from people who were elbowed by me, I reached my destination, heavily gasping and panting. Imagine this on a typical day @ railway station in the screwed up weather that is of Chennai.

Here I go, seated in my reserved berth I start devouring my surroundings. The rest as they say goes into the anals of my cerebral cortex locked for eternity!

Just ‘d ‘nt hit the sack, how ‘d I with my thoughts wandering for one into the Hawking’s Black Holes, report of the structure constant variability I read early in the day, thought of time’s relativity and its effects on people in different time frames and the most idyllic view just right off me, Bliss!

As I end this post, the one thing I really want is to be freezed forever in that time frame, for they are serendipitous and surrealistic moments.  Can’t help but recant Dali’s  “The Persistence of Memory”.

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Adventure: Act 1!

Guess, it takes two to tango. But then was always enthused with a kinda adrenalin rush at the thought of open air adventure, at the thought of the long trips with almost nothing with you but for your own conscience. Guess part of few which are being realised in the present time.
Wanted to always steal myself from this thickly covered concrete jungle, and land myself in some desertest place where it will be me along with myself. But then used to suffice myself with the thought that such a feeling is purely psychological bliss and no if one wants to feel isolated in a mob of a few million, one can easily do so with his own infernal predelictions.

And then there was me who used to get lost, deep into the wilderness of my own imagination and thoughts even in the densest places ever visited.
But then much of man’s loneliness is often tagged with some waterbody may it be sea or ocean. On the myriad accounts depicted in books or celluloid the loneliness is more often than not is abided by some sea rules.

And so it was when decided to filch myslef to the nearby coast of our house at the weirdest hour of the day. The feeling was that of unanticipated exhilaration coupled with a want with adventurism. Honest feelings that never seen the vast expanse of water so darkly spread across the entire eastern direction. Being a lifelong hyprophobe I was always abstractly attracted to the aesthetic sense of the sea than to its other factors. And here was I looking at nothing but white foams of waves marching towards me as  though I held the power of gravitation. At the very first sight I was utterly petrified at the very thought of seeing the sea in utter darkness except for a tiny speck of an array of lights coming from the far northern part where lies the whole city. The night sky bloated with far lesser stars than aniticipated with neither the moon light to bask in. The waves were getting stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked out with a gigantic wave springing to reach the sky.

Somehow felt that the tidal action was far above the normal scale. Little did I feel that time of the news that ‘d get falshed the day after.

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