Jun 22, 2008

Do silly, not great things!

If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done. - Ludwig Wittgenstein

I’m going through ‘Blue Ocean Strategy’ by Chan Kim and Renee Mauborgne. It’s an impressive read from two of the known scholars in the Business World. What fascinates me is that things mentioned there are not very out-of-the-box but overlooked ones. And that brings us to today’s topic – Gotta become great? Do silly, not great things!

And as Calvin thinks, there’s an inverse relationship…

Though Euro Cup is the flavor of the month, but I still like to read about Tennis. Roger Federer is The Master. He covers the court like a ballet dancer. But Novak Djokovic is winning the hearts it seems. His fan following growth rate is far above than the industry average it seems. I especially liked the humor he brings to the competitive and serious game. Have you ever seen the imitations he does? Watch out a couple at:

And the most wonderful thing is his persona on and off the court seems to be the same. Check out his diaries at the below link (These do tell something about the guy! Don't they?).

These days am thinking to take up doing silly things; maybe every first Friday of the month. I’ve made the Eliminate-Reduce-Raise-Create grid for charting blue oceans of silliness. I would like to have the ideas from you, readers, to add to my grid.

PS: Song on lappy – A Thousand Miles (Vanessa Carlton)
Making my way downtown,Walking fast,Faces passed,And I'm home bound.
Staring blankly ahead,Just making my way,Making my way,Through the crowd.
And I need you, And I miss you, And now I wonder...
If I could fall, Into the sky; Do you think time, Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk, A thousand miles If I could, Just see you… Tonight!

Jun 15, 2008

Instant Liking

I think this happens with everyone Calvin!

People say sometimes they’re scared of approaching someone. What makes them think so? Are their faces so wrinkled and they have a myth that wrinkles are contagious? Or they don’t like the perfume someone is wearing? Why one person easily attracts while other repels? Though approach and liking is somehow linked, I used to think that Force is directly proportional to body masses! We’re taught that only: F = G.m1.m2 / r^2 Isn’t it?

First impression is an important culprit here I believe.
Matt: I don’t like blue color Jenna coz it reminds me of Monday blues.
Jenna [to her]: He hates blue and my deep eyes. Sigh!
See the First Impression should consist of multiple small initial impressions :-)

Second culprit is human brain. You tend to like someone more like you. Apparently opposites seldom attract and maintain the same scale of Attraction-Index.

Third to be blamed is Chemistry - It’s kinda a funny how you start liking the things at first instance. And it happens with everyone and everything – Songs, Content Management Product, Cars, Colors, Shoes, Face(s) etc

PS: Mind still thinking on the formula F = G.m1.m2 / r^2 and laughing;
r is the distance between two bodies. Thus as we reduce r, F will tend to infinity. Thus two bodies with concentric centers will have an infinite force. Rest up to you to deduce!

PPS: Liking in an instance – Kabhi kabhi Aditi (A R Rehman still weaves the magic. It’s a typical Rehman song – you see and listen in parts; no big deal till then. And then you listen to it on FM and then you want to listen to it more... then you start humming it… and then you repeatedly listen to it!)

Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mein yuhi koi apna lagta hai.
Kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichhar jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai.
Aise mei koi kaise apne aansuo ko behne se roke?
Aur kaise koi sochle everything's gonna be ok?

Kabhi kabhi to lage zindagi mein rahi naa khushi aur naa mazaa.
Kabhi kabhi to lage har din mushkil aur har pal ek sazaa.
Aise mein koi kaise mushkuraye, kaise hasde khush hoke?
Aur kaise koi soch de everything gonna be ok?

Soch zara jaaneja tujhko hum kitna chahte hai.
Rotein hai hum bhi aggar teri ankhon mein aansu aate hai.
Gaane to aata nahi hai magar phir bhi hum gaate hai.
Ke Aditi maan kabhi, kabhi saare jahan mein andhera hota hai;
Lekin raat ke baad hi to sabera hota hai.

Jun 7, 2008


This strip reminded me of my nephew – Yash! Cutey baby is what he is!

Last summer we were at his house in Chandigarh. And boy he’s so full of life even at three half. The chap likes to go on car rides with his dad. During one of those, he put his fingers in the parking brake and his dad unknowingly put them on. Poor fellow hurt his fingers badly. He was not able to bend his thumb due to bandage. Ask him ‘Yash, what happened’ and the reply came “Though dad was not at mistake but he put on the brakes. Mujhe lag gayi and cannot bend fingers”.

Yash’s mom tries to inculcate the best values in her son. When he was 3, she taught him to throw waste only in trash. We used to ask “Yash, where did you throw the chocolate wrapper?” and he used to reply - “dumptbin” [dustbin].

Yash has recently started going to school. Ask him who is the best teacher and he names the smartest Punjabi lass as his favorite. All others, as per him, are not interested in teaching (DNA gone wrong?).

The time we were coming back, I asked “Yash! wanna go to Delhi?”. ‘No’ came the reply “but mere liye bada wala bataka lana” (fire cracker). So this time when we go to Himachal or Chandigarh, Yash will have his ‘bada wala bataka’.

Song in the mp3 player - Kiss Me (Six Pence)

Kiss me out of the bearded barley;
Nightly, beside the green, green grass;
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step;
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight; Lead me out on the moonlit floor;
Lift your open hand; Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance;
Silver moon's sparkling; So kiss me...