Final term syndrome

Had what are probably the last two exams of my life yesterday and today. Was characterized by a total lack of enthu among the people, and early walkouts.

Yesterday was Financial Time Series Analysis, which most people had little clue of. Most people had given up on the course in the first couple of weeks itself and I don’t think too many people bothered to study for the exam. Everyone knew they are going to get killed.

Rang De Basanti talks about a third kind of people, the kind of people who die laughing. And that we did, as we laughed our way into the exam hall, waiting to be massacred. The fun started two minutes into the exam when a German guy walked out to a thundering applause.

It was a matter of a few minutes before the hall was half empty, with even toppers like taking the long walk back. It did help, however, that there were a few easy multiple choice questions, so everyone had an opportunity to open their accounts at least!

Today we had IAFPR, with 20 short answer questions, a really good question paper compared to the crap the prof had dished out in the mid-term (opinion-based MCQs). One hero decided to walk in 10 minutes late, and to his discomfiture, wasn’t let in! Reason being had decided to walk out after one minute! After answering maybe a couple of questions!

Anyways I’ve seen the last of that exam hall. Nostalgia is yet to set in. However, I have a FTSA assignment to complete before I can shout “i’m an MBA”.

Queen of hearts

You are playing a game of bridge. You bid for, say, “six spades”. The lead happens, dummy comes down (people who don’t know bridge just assume that the first few cards have come down to the table) and you take stock of the situation.

Given the bidding, your cards, your partner’s cards and the lead, you figure out that there is only very slim chance that you will make the contract you have bid for. After careful analysis you see that the only chance for you to win is if the Queen of Hearts is with West. What the bridge experts advice you to do in such a case is to just assume that the queen of hearts is with west and play on.

If she were indeed with west, you will make the contract; else there was no way you were going to make the contract anyway.

Extending this to life, if you think the only way you can achieve something is if a certain thing happens and you don’t know if the certain thing is happening or not, just assume that the thing is happening and get on with life. If the thing did happen, you accomplish your goal. If it didn’t there was no way you were going to accomplish it anyway!

Strong learnings hobbies have to offer.

UD and the Masala Dosa

A few months back, before went on exchange, we thought of doing a survey of “delivery systems in south indian fast food (read darshini) restaurants in Bangalore”. And maybe publishing a paper on it. However, thanks to our combined laziness, it’s never happened. Nevertheless thought of writing what I’ve been observing in a few restaurants I’ve been visiting.

Upahara Darshini (UD) heralded a new paradigm in dining in Bangalore. Set up in the early 90’s, it was perhaps the first darshini in Bangalore, which till then had mostly sit-down type restaurants. During the initial few years, there was hardly any standing space there and we used to go there only to collect takeaways. Of course, I must also mention here that UD also started a new packaging funda for takeaways (using cardboard boxes) and even started charging for the packaging. And people willingly paid.

Business has always been brisk at UD. Till about a couple of years ago, they used to sell a Masala Dosa at around Rs. 10 (while it was at least 20-30% higher in other darshinis). In a survey done by the Times of India in 1998, it was found to be the restaurant with the highest daily turnover in Bangalore. It also diversified quickly, opening Roti Ghar in 98 and then the UD residency and the UD Jayanagar in the last one and a half years.

After the whole lot of dilly-dallying, let me finally come to the point I wanted to make. It is regarding the masala dosa manufacturing process at UD. In most fast food restaurants, the masala dosa is a “made to order” item. Given the fact that the dosa has to be consumed really hot for it to be tasty, and the fact that it doesn’t take too long to make, the strategy makes perfect sense.

UD, however, has totally turned the paradigm on its head and makes to stock masala dosas. The clincher here is the demand. Though UD is known more for its idlis and kadubus and the shavige bath, the masala dosa there seems so immensely popular that they can afford to make it to stock!

While waiting for my dosa the other day I noticed how the system works. There are two huge tawas at UD, one of which is dedicated for making Masala Dosa, which is the “vanilla product” while there is a used for the non-standard products such as rava dosa, set dosa, etc. And the tawa is large enough to make 24 dosas at a time (6×4). And every 5 minutes 24 dosas are churned out and quickly lapped up by hungry customers.

One process change on the customer side that the restaurant has made is the point at which the coupons are collected. Typically, in most darshinis, you hand over the coupon to the “waiter” and then wait for the dosa to be made. Here, due to the huge crowd and the continuous manufacture, the coupon is collected at the time of delivery of the dosa. Another thing is that they usually don’t accede to “special requests” such as “extra roast” or “roast only on one side” or “no red chutney” (though the last time we went my dad managed to get a dosa without the red chutney). Once again, helps in faster manufacture and delivery.

Really interesting to see such a beautiful system that these guys have evolved, all because the demand characteristics of the restaurant are so different from that of the others. Think it would be a good idea to ask an operations prof to write a case study on it.

By the way, what I described above is for the UD in Jayanagar 3rd Block. However, the same process is also followed in the UD on DVG Road (the original UD). And I must also add that the coffee at both places also rocks. At 3 bucks for the extra-large glass of strong filter coffee, it’s definitely worth more than a few visits.

PS: Some day in the next one month, I want to do a vegetarian food tour of Bangalore, and come up with a “vegetarian food tour guide to Bangalore”, similar to what Dibyo has done for not-necessarily-vegetarian food.

Water privatization

, , , two others and I initially thought we are going to fraud our project in Infrastructure Appraisal, Financing, Privatization and Regulation (IAFPR). We decided that each of us would put in 4 man hours of work where we would each come up with 4 pages of report and put it together. It just so happened that in my four hours of effort, I got a fairly decent insight which I thought I should share with you.

from what i’ve read up over the last one hour, whenever a public utility provides water supply, a large part of the population (typically the poor) gets left out. however, those who get it get it at affordable rates. the left out have to rely on unsafe alternate sources for their thing.

now, when water services get privatized, prices shoot up. typically let’s say it doubles. however, the terms of contract, if implemented (and they have been in most cases), ensures water supply to 100% of the population, including the poorest.

what is the difference in the situation here? poor who had absolutely no access earlier now have THE OPTION of buying safe water, though at a high price. and who is paying for this option? it’s the haves. people who were anyways getting water, but who now have to pay extra for it. and most of them can actually afford to pay the extra amount (like i’ve paid a couple of bills for my dad, it’s of the order of 100 bucks. so a 100% increase won’t affect me too badly).

the only losers in this deal are the poor who anyway had access to water supply. they get no extra service, but at a much higher cost. if there’s some way in which these people can be compensated, water privatization is the way to go!

of course, one thing i forgot to mention, this scheme will work only if the entire water bill is variable, without any fixed components (else people who won’t want to exercise option would get screwed)

Given another exam in the afternoon I have to now translate this argument to more formal language and put it in a report in 15 minutes. Hope to do a decent job of it.

Bay were sea none mug nay

Once upon a time, I thought it was bad to swear. Never swore except for some occasions like “I swear on my mother I didn’t nick the ball”. Even in times of absolute necessity, I used to write “f***” or say “cluck”. When friends tried to teach me swear words, I used to quietly listen and digest them, never to use them.


Somehow, IIT changed all that. Perhaps it was the frustration of the not-so-spectacular performance in acads and otherwise. Perhaps it was because I thought I was this pseud “big city boy” as compared all those country Gults and HTs, and swearing was a way to assert this “psuedaapa”. Perhaps I had a Vijaya-High-School-thoroughbred roomie who explained to me the intricacies of Kannada swear words.

Irrespective of the reason, I began to swear big time. Can’t talk for too long without swearing. Refer to most people as “bugger”. Also helps my swearing cause that the most common word used to call out to people in my wing is “whore”. I’ve started swearing so much that I even swear while talking to my parents. Every sentence to my mom begins with a “nimmajji“. And she retaliates in kind.

Then, for a long time I had this funda that I shouldn’t swear in front of girls. Some weird “morals” I attributed this to, but it was true. However, IIM changed all that. When you have women around who don’t think twice before abusing you, you don’t see too much merit in such a policy. For example, during a high-tension basketball match, a woman in my class said something to the effect of “saale teri maa kii” in full public hearing to one of her worthy opponents! I found no reason to continue with this “policy” of mine.

It was all fine but things kinda came to a head yesterday when I was chatting with Shilpa. Didn’t quite agree with her when she said something to me in jest and swore at her. Jai happened. Somehow managed to put some hazzaar excuses and wriggle myself out of the situation, and get on with the conversation. And then later she points out that every second sentence of mine has a swearword in it.

Considering that I’ll be entering the corporate world soon, and hopefully not on a trading floor, guess it makes a lot of sense for me to not swear. Somehow need to cut down usage. Wonder if I’ll be able to do it. If not anything else, I need to be extra careful while talking to Shilpa next time!

PS: as for the title of this blog, read it fast. If you know Kannada, it would make sense.

Basketball

Played the game today after a gap of around two months. Played for an hour. Half court. On a screwed up board where the angle between the board and the ring was around 135 degrees while it should ideally be 90!

Figured out that even though I haven’t played for too long, I’m still fairly good at the game. Most of my shots went in and I didn’t do too badly in the defence department either.

As a side effect, it was after ages that I was indulging in any kind of decent physical activity.

Feels so good!

Transport Systems – A comparative study

I hope you didn’t get put off by the academic-sounding title of this post. It just so happens that I couldn’t think of any better title for it. Anyways, this post has been in the offing for a long time. I had first thought about writing on this subject on a bus ride from Madras to Bangalore 2-3 years ago, even before I started this journal.

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Recently I had told you people that I’ve been trying to figure out if there’s a possibility of a relationship with her. Still trying to figure it out.

However, must tell you people that I’ve started enjoying it – talking to her frequently, guessing what goes behind each thread of conversation, trying to understand her while she tries to understand me – in short the entire process.

And it so happens that once you start enjoying a process, you stop worrying about the results. Which, I think, is exactly the case right now. So I can peacefully go on putting blade/scissors without too many worries as to where the thing is headed!

Moron Kannada

Recently I had written about the difficulties I faced while chatting with Shilpa in Kannada. Today I figured out one more difficulty that could crop up, but thankfully didn’t during my last chat with her.

One peculiarity with Kannada (i guess it must exist with more Indian languages) is that written Kannada is completely different from spoken Kannada. In fact, the only people who SPEAK written Kannada are maadus settled in Bangalore.

Now, when you chat using Roman script, which form of Kannada do you use? I didn’t face that problem with Shilpa because neither of us know written Kannada too well (I remember the nightmares I have reading the Vijaya Karnataka when my dad asks me to read what he thinks are interesting articles; I take one minute per sentence). But what if I were talking with someone who has formally studied Kannada?

A couple of years back, when my cousin-in-law was abroad, he used to mail me. All his mails used to be in written Kannada written in the Roman script. Used to be so heavy I would just reply in English.

Wondering if we can start a “kannada in roman script association” where we can come up with soem kind of standardization!

The story of my mornings

Have been running on a short supply of sleep of late. For about two weeks now, I’ve never had my “quota” of sleep. Extracts from two Pink Floyd songs aptly describe the situation…

… you fall
upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me
to rise

through the window in the wall
come streaming in on sunlight wings
a million bright ambassadors
of morning

no one sings me lullabies
and no one makes me close my eyes
so i throw the windows wide
and call to you across the sky

That was from Echoes. Happens everyday to me. Arbitly wake up early in the morning. My room is bathed in sunlight. I’m still feeling sleepy and want to sleep again. Somehow I’m not able to sleep and decide to wake up.
Awake to the morning, no reason for waking
(Sorrow, from A Momentary Lapse of Reason)