"Why did you move?" AW screamed. "Why the hell did you move? See India lost a wicket".
The poor data entry operator had nothing to say. Poor fellow probably got up to answer nature's call & forgot that AW had ordered everyone to stay still! A Cricket match was on, & India was chasing a huge target. Few overs left & many runs yet to be scored. We were watching the match in office!!! It was required since we had to publish scores on our website. Ours was a dotcom, based on Cricket contests. AW was the founder, owner, MD & CEO of the company. His passion for Cricket was very well known & evident with the amount of money he had invested into the dotcom.
"Quickly, now you go out. Just go out" AW was shouting now.
RD, the poor data entry operator, rushed out.
"Sudi, you do the scoring, pleeeeease" AW was back to his normal tone.
Sudi, a senior graphics designer-cum-programmer, shifted to RD's seat.
The game continued & got even more tense in the last over, when India had to score 10+ runs.
Just before the last over started, AW got up & placed his Mont Blanc's cap just next to the small TV!!!
"Thankfully Shastri is not on the commentary now" AW remarked. It reminded me, he once quoted that India hardly ever won a close match while Ravi Shatri was on the commentary.
Game progressed & reached the last ball when India had to score 2 runs. But our small office seemed to be more tensed than the Indian cricketers' pavilion.
The last delivery: India scored a boundary & won the match!!!
AW screamed "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" & got up, went closer to the TV, lifted it from the front, & kissed it!!
He then turned around & left the room with a beaming smile. We all felt a bit relieved. Not just by India's tense victory, but also to see him go.
AW returned couple of minutes later, to collect the pen cap. He then mentioned "This time the pen itself did the trick. Else I would have had to stand on a single leg!!!!" & left the room.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, October 26, 2009
Ramayan & Mahabharat
Few days back, I was explaining about Deepavali, to a Singapore cabbie, when he asked me about the period of Ramayana.
My first response was 14th Century, for which he replied: that means only 600-700 years back !!!
I tried hard to recall & guessed it probably to be around 4th Century.
Anyways, this incident got me thinking, & today I just thought of checking out our Pauranic literature :)
Following are some excerpts from wiki page on Ramayana ….
Traditionally, Ramayana is ascribed to a Valmiki, regarded as India's first poet.[4] The Indian tradition, is unanimous in its agreement that the poem is the work of a single poet, the sage Valmiki, a contemporary of Rama and a peripheral actor in the epic drama.[5] The story's original version in Sanskrit is known as Valmiki Ramayana, written around 4th century B.C.[6] According to Hindu tradition, the Ramayana takes place during a period of time, known as Treta Yuga.[7]
Basing his assumption on these features, the historian H.D. Sankalia has proposed a date of the 4th century BC for the composition of the text.[20] A. L. Basham, however, is of the opinion that Rama may have been a minor chief who lived in the 8th or the 7th century BC.[21]
Here is the wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramayana. Am glad, it turned out to be 4th Century :)
Following are some excerpts from wiki page on Mahabharata ….
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Traditionally, the authorship of the Mahabharata is attributed to Vyasa. There have been many attempts to unravel its historical growth and composition layers. Its earliest layers probably date back to the late Vedic period (ca. 8th c. BCE)[2] and it probably reached its final form by the time the Gupta period began (ca. 4th c. CE).[3]
With about one hundred thousand verses, long prose passages, and about 1.8 million words in total, the Mahabharata is the longest epic poem in the world.[4] It is roughly ten times the length of the Iliad and Odyssey combined,[5] roughly five times longer than Dante's Divine Comedy, and about four times the length of the Ramayana. Including the Hariva?sa, the Mahabharata has a total length of more than 90,000 verses.
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Beside being rich with philosophical and religious jewels , the epic also reveals complexity of human relationship in various dimensions which can be related even with the modern complexity of the human relationships.[citation needed]
The Mahabharata claims all-inclusiveness at the beginning of its first parva ("book"): "What is found here, may be found elsewhere. What is not found here, will not be found elsewhere."
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Here is the wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahabharata
Cheers
Mo
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Life is Cool :)
Yes, I did.
Yes, I snapped it off.
Yes, I muted that damn annoying thing.
One of the most absurd things I have experienced with MS Windows ... the crappy beep when you alter the sound from the volume controller in the system tray.It doesn't spare me when I receive an email on another crappy application: MS Outlook. Not even if its a batch generated mail. Hell, not even if its spam !!!
The worst part is that the customized Windows XP we have in our Office works very closely with the internal speaker of the CPU. The songs I play, & enjoy very much on my Sennheisers are very much heard as a noise by my colleagues, thanks to simultaneously playing internal speaker.
I had devised a way to sideline it, few months back. But it had the guts to trouble me once in a while. Yesterday it was even annoying when it assumed the role of a PA system & enjoyed its few seconds of fame. The kind of person I am, I would pull out a gun & BANG, shoot it in the head. Point blank. Now since, it won't suit me doing anything like that in the lovely office, it had to be done in some other manner. The fact that I don't have a gun, doesn't matter.
So, today was THE DAY. Thanks to a RAM upgrade last year, the CPU wasn't sealed.
The cover came out in a flash.
The speaker identified.
The connecting cable identified.
The funda explained to Prabhu.
The connecting port identified on the motherboard.
Confirmed with the label on the board.
A finger went in, & SNAP. The speaker has gone silent..............................
No more shitty beeps for spam emails.
No more complaints from colleagues.
No more moments of tension before clicking that PLAY button.
Life is cool :)
Yes, I snapped it off.
Yes, I muted that damn annoying thing.
One of the most absurd things I have experienced with MS Windows ... the crappy beep when you alter the sound from the volume controller in the system tray.It doesn't spare me when I receive an email on another crappy application: MS Outlook. Not even if its a batch generated mail. Hell, not even if its spam !!!
The worst part is that the customized Windows XP we have in our Office works very closely with the internal speaker of the CPU. The songs I play, & enjoy very much on my Sennheisers are very much heard as a noise by my colleagues, thanks to simultaneously playing internal speaker.
I had devised a way to sideline it, few months back. But it had the guts to trouble me once in a while. Yesterday it was even annoying when it assumed the role of a PA system & enjoyed its few seconds of fame. The kind of person I am, I would pull out a gun & BANG, shoot it in the head. Point blank. Now since, it won't suit me doing anything like that in the lovely office, it had to be done in some other manner. The fact that I don't have a gun, doesn't matter.
So, today was THE DAY. Thanks to a RAM upgrade last year, the CPU wasn't sealed.
The cover came out in a flash.
The speaker identified.
The connecting cable identified.
The funda explained to Prabhu.
The connecting port identified on the motherboard.
Confirmed with the label on the board.
A finger went in, & SNAP. The speaker has gone silent..............................
No more shitty beeps for spam emails.
No more complaints from colleagues.
No more moments of tension before clicking that PLAY button.
Life is cool :)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Day trip to Batam
Friday 10:30 pm
"Don't forget to keep Employment Pass". I reminded Venu once again.
Just a few minutes back we had finalized a day trip to Batam, Indonesia. We had finally planned something to avoid boredom on weekends while our families were away in India.
Saturday morning 7:55 am
Venu woke me up.
& I was in MRT by 8:45 am, on my way to Little India, for foreign exchange & also to have my breakfast. I had to settle for a Chhola Bhatura plate at Ananda Bhawan, a place I decided not to visit again.
Venu joined me & we went to Mustafa for Indonesian Rupees. I freaked out on getting 7 Lacs of Indonesian Rupees for 98 Sing dollars !!!
Off we go to the Harbourfront Ferry Terminal.
Reached @ 10am & bought the tickets for ferry leaving at 10:40am.
We rushed towards the entry gates, security clearance, & then the immigration counter.
I presented my passport & tickets & started checking out other queues. Then the lady asked me for my EP (Employment Pass).
“Yeah, sure”. It’s always there in my wallet. & I started checking it out. It wasn't there. WHAT???? I was talking to myself. I considered myself the standard for organising & managing things, & here I was, trying to leave Singapore, without the Employment pass!!!
The female was typical Singaporean, so I could not make it out if she was feeling bad, sorry or anything for me. In fact, she had probably stopped feeling many years back. Oh, how I wish they could do better...
Anyways, I was directed to a control-center-kinda-room where another elderly gentleman was seated with typical Singaporean expression. My wish remains...
He finally showed some feeling, bit furious though, & was irritated for having to work because an Indian forgot to bring along his EP for a day-trip to Batam.
"Mister, next time you don't bring your pass, we won't let you go", he growled.
"Yea I understand. Am really sorry". I really was.
Finally, he approved my immigration. I thanked him & left.
Tense Venu felt relieved when I emerged out of the immigration area. We then rushed towards the ferry & I grabbed a window seat :)
Soon, the ferry started moving & we enjoyed some Indo-rock, an Indonesian uncle was playing on his cell phone.
We planned a bit for the day ahead & had a nap within the 50 minute ride. It was a sunny day & the Sun was probably, fully charged :(
On reaching the Sekupang terminal, we approached the "Visa-On-Arrival" counter. Surprisingly, the visa costs 10USD. How on earth, would a ferry traveller have USD? They don't have ferries coming in from US :(
Anyhow, the guy agreed for payment in SGD, not Indo Rupees. & asked for 18SGD!!! I was in no mood to indulge into any argument for the conversion rate (that too with an immigration official of another country).
We simply paid & came out of the airport-look-alike ferry terminal. & did I mention that I lost my pre-filled immigration form I got from Ferry ticket counter!!! So I had to take a new one & fill it all over myself.
Ah, not my day :(
Out we came into the lobby area of the terminal & Venu had to pay a visit to the loo....
It seems he just feels like checking out loos, wherever he goes.
Anyways, we looked around for some tourist information & finally got a map & few hotel pamphlets from Info desk.
Negotiated in vain for a taxi to Batam centre, coz we figured it out as the city centre.
The driver was an innocent fellow, & didn't know much English. The query for tourist places turned out to be hilarious, painful & disgusting.
Finally we reached Batam Centre Mega Mall, had lunch at New York cafe, & I got wireless access to play with my new Smartphone.
After roaming around a bit, we headed to Nagoya hill. This time we negotiated successfully, but had to tackle many taxi drivers for the process.
& luckily we got a smart driver this time. The conversation was easy, but not-so-fruitful. We simply ignored his suggestions to visit some place on the other side of the island. He was also interested in earning commission for referring us to some girls, or massage centres. Few minutes later he dropped us at Lucky plaza.
Lucky Plaza looked like the Chinatown of Batam. Everywhere there were shops selling cell phones, SIM connections & God knows what. I had to make a call, so thought of buying a SIM card since my Singapore connection wasn't working. The girl selling SIM cards had a hard time telling us how to register a SIM & make calls. Well, it was hard for us too.
Feeling unconvinced with scrupulous SIM cards, I asked for Public Pay phones/booths, which she had never heard of :(
We moved ahead, & explored the plaza further. The 2nd floor of the plaza appeared to be all set for a Jet Li's movie's climax shoot.
It had a deserted old look, with closed shops & vacant kiosks.
We decided to go to Nagoya Hill, as suggested by the front-desk girl of a big hotel. & there was another series of attempts to pull us into taxis...
We ended up walking to Nagoya shopping centre which was just 500m from there. The place was marvellous. We roamed about, checked out different stuff & handicraft products on sale.
I bought cheap sunglasses, as I had forgot to carry that too :( . The guy shook hands with me, while handing over the sunglasses. He was probably very happy for the deal had cut.
One thing worth mentioning is that Batam people are very nice & happy. The salesgirls would welcome you, & smile throughout your visit. This was very much unlike Singapore, where it’s hard to find happy people.
Everywhere in Batam, we were chased by taxi drivers. Thankfully they spared us when we were already sitting in one. Venu blamed it on me, as I was carrying a camera in hand. Little did he realise that with our faces, we'd anyway be figured out as tourists :)
The prices are high for tourists, & it kinda gets funny when a small taxi ride is costing you many thousand bucks. Life in Batam is not as advanced & fast as in Singapore, but the Indonesians appear much happier than Singaporeans do.
The language though appeared to be a problem. Not many people can speak English. Sometimes they found it funny & laughed over when we asked them for directions, or tourist places. I can bet, it wasn't about our English though.
Anyways, from Nagoya hill, we took a taxi for Nongsa beach, for 50 Thousand Rupees. The route was wonderful with a long drive on highway.
Just before reaching there, Venu discussed something with the driver (with none of them understanding what the other person is saying) & decided to go to Sekilak Adventure Park which has its own beach. I was a mere spectator :(
It turned out to be some deserted resort, which had a small rocky beach. A small enclosed area had some rock music playing.
We had to figure out the way to the beach & it took us a while to make up our mind for a dip.
There were couples everywhere, enjoying moments, away from public. Venu went off looking for showers, & came back soon. We relaxed for about 45 minutes in water. After some snacks & coconut at shanty shops, we were back in the taxi. The fully charged Sun got me some headache. The long drive back on the highway felt relieving though. The taxi driver dropped us back at Batam Centre & charged 150k!!!
I wasn't willing to pay so much, but Venu convinced me :)
We then roamed around in the mall, also did some shopping for families.
Soon I felt that we must register for the ferry ride back to Singapore, & we crossed the bridge to the Ferry terminal.
We registered for the last Ferry of the day, at 8:40 pm. The girl at counter asked us to check-in by 7:45 pm, while my watch ticked 7:30pm. Then I realised, I had not corrected it to Local time, which was 1 hr after Singapore. It was 6:30pm local time.
With 2 hrs to go, we decided to have some snacks & watch the live music performances going on in the mall.
Soon, it was time for check-in & we reported on time.
It was dark by now, & we opted for seats on upper deck, hoping it will be better than being in cramped lower deck seats. I was also preparing myself for any issues in Immigration without EP :(
On reaching Immigration counter, I described the situation, & as expected, was directed towards the control-center-kinda-room. I was asked to sit in a small room which had 6 chairs & 4 were already occupied by some Russians.
& the door was shut!!!
I started conversing with those Russians & found that they were actually Afghanis. They had also gone to Batam, but could not get the On-Arrival Visa as its not applicable to Afghanis & Pakis. So they were made to wait for 3 hrs there & then deported back to Singapore. Here also they had been waiting for more than 2 hrs. I somehow felt better for being an Indian, & I could see the jealousy in their eyes too.
Further on knowing about my job in Singapore, they were apparently, more jealous & hurt.
"You know why you got a job in Singapore?" one of them asked me.
"Why?" I questioned back, thinking he'd reply: Because we didn't get it.
"Because of EDUCATION" he said in a quite emoting manner. He got me thinking on this. It reminded me of the situation they face in their country & how it pushes education to lower priority. It also reminded me of a book I had recently finished, in which the author, who has travelled to Afghanistan, describes it as the country of the dust, with no signs of development, whatsoever.
He (Afghani) probably wanted to elaborate further, but was called upon by the Immigration officer.
One of them asked me if I knew Urdu, & I told him yes, I could understand Urdu. Later he described their ordeal, speaking in Urdu, which was more of a Hindi dialect.
Since they were 5-6 guys, my case would take long, I thought. I felt sorry for Venu, who was waiting for me outside.
Finally after 20-25 minutes they were cleared & told to leave.
"Achha... Allah Hafiz" he said while picking his bag.
"Allah Hafiz" I replied.
I was also let go few minutes later. It was 11:25pm by now & we rushed to see if we could still catch the last train from Harbourfront to Punggol. We could. But Venu got down at Outram Park. He wanted to go home & have some sleep.
I got down at Farrer Park & went straight to SagarRatna for a light meal.
Grabbed a taxi & longed for a bed to sleep.
It had been a long, a very long day.
"Don't forget to keep Employment Pass". I reminded Venu once again.
Just a few minutes back we had finalized a day trip to Batam, Indonesia. We had finally planned something to avoid boredom on weekends while our families were away in India.
Saturday morning 7:55 am
Venu woke me up.
& I was in MRT by 8:45 am, on my way to Little India, for foreign exchange & also to have my breakfast. I had to settle for a Chhola Bhatura plate at Ananda Bhawan, a place I decided not to visit again.
Venu joined me & we went to Mustafa for Indonesian Rupees. I freaked out on getting 7 Lacs of Indonesian Rupees for 98 Sing dollars !!!
Off we go to the Harbourfront Ferry Terminal.
Reached @ 10am & bought the tickets for ferry leaving at 10:40am.
We rushed towards the entry gates, security clearance, & then the immigration counter.
I presented my passport & tickets & started checking out other queues. Then the lady asked me for my EP (Employment Pass).
“Yeah, sure”. It’s always there in my wallet. & I started checking it out. It wasn't there. WHAT???? I was talking to myself. I considered myself the standard for organising & managing things, & here I was, trying to leave Singapore, without the Employment pass!!!
The female was typical Singaporean, so I could not make it out if she was feeling bad, sorry or anything for me. In fact, she had probably stopped feeling many years back. Oh, how I wish they could do better...
Anyways, I was directed to a control-center-kinda-room where another elderly gentleman was seated with typical Singaporean expression. My wish remains...
He finally showed some feeling, bit furious though, & was irritated for having to work because an Indian forgot to bring along his EP for a day-trip to Batam.
"Mister, next time you don't bring your pass, we won't let you go", he growled.
"Yea I understand. Am really sorry". I really was.
Finally, he approved my immigration. I thanked him & left.
Tense Venu felt relieved when I emerged out of the immigration area. We then rushed towards the ferry & I grabbed a window seat :)
Soon, the ferry started moving & we enjoyed some Indo-rock, an Indonesian uncle was playing on his cell phone.
We planned a bit for the day ahead & had a nap within the 50 minute ride. It was a sunny day & the Sun was probably, fully charged :(
On reaching the Sekupang terminal, we approached the "Visa-On-Arrival" counter. Surprisingly, the visa costs 10USD. How on earth, would a ferry traveller have USD? They don't have ferries coming in from US :(
Anyhow, the guy agreed for payment in SGD, not Indo Rupees. & asked for 18SGD!!! I was in no mood to indulge into any argument for the conversion rate (that too with an immigration official of another country).
We simply paid & came out of the airport-look-alike ferry terminal. & did I mention that I lost my pre-filled immigration form I got from Ferry ticket counter!!! So I had to take a new one & fill it all over myself.
Ah, not my day :(
Out we came into the lobby area of the terminal & Venu had to pay a visit to the loo....
It seems he just feels like checking out loos, wherever he goes.
Anyways, we looked around for some tourist information & finally got a map & few hotel pamphlets from Info desk.
Negotiated in vain for a taxi to Batam centre, coz we figured it out as the city centre.
The driver was an innocent fellow, & didn't know much English. The query for tourist places turned out to be hilarious, painful & disgusting.
Finally we reached Batam Centre Mega Mall, had lunch at New York cafe, & I got wireless access to play with my new Smartphone.
After roaming around a bit, we headed to Nagoya hill. This time we negotiated successfully, but had to tackle many taxi drivers for the process.
& luckily we got a smart driver this time. The conversation was easy, but not-so-fruitful. We simply ignored his suggestions to visit some place on the other side of the island. He was also interested in earning commission for referring us to some girls, or massage centres. Few minutes later he dropped us at Lucky plaza.
Lucky Plaza looked like the Chinatown of Batam. Everywhere there were shops selling cell phones, SIM connections & God knows what. I had to make a call, so thought of buying a SIM card since my Singapore connection wasn't working. The girl selling SIM cards had a hard time telling us how to register a SIM & make calls. Well, it was hard for us too.
Feeling unconvinced with scrupulous SIM cards, I asked for Public Pay phones/booths, which she had never heard of :(
We moved ahead, & explored the plaza further. The 2nd floor of the plaza appeared to be all set for a Jet Li's movie's climax shoot.
It had a deserted old look, with closed shops & vacant kiosks.
We decided to go to Nagoya Hill, as suggested by the front-desk girl of a big hotel. & there was another series of attempts to pull us into taxis...
We ended up walking to Nagoya shopping centre which was just 500m from there. The place was marvellous. We roamed about, checked out different stuff & handicraft products on sale.
I bought cheap sunglasses, as I had forgot to carry that too :( . The guy shook hands with me, while handing over the sunglasses. He was probably very happy for the deal had cut.
One thing worth mentioning is that Batam people are very nice & happy. The salesgirls would welcome you, & smile throughout your visit. This was very much unlike Singapore, where it’s hard to find happy people.
Everywhere in Batam, we were chased by taxi drivers. Thankfully they spared us when we were already sitting in one. Venu blamed it on me, as I was carrying a camera in hand. Little did he realise that with our faces, we'd anyway be figured out as tourists :)
The prices are high for tourists, & it kinda gets funny when a small taxi ride is costing you many thousand bucks. Life in Batam is not as advanced & fast as in Singapore, but the Indonesians appear much happier than Singaporeans do.
The language though appeared to be a problem. Not many people can speak English. Sometimes they found it funny & laughed over when we asked them for directions, or tourist places. I can bet, it wasn't about our English though.
Anyways, from Nagoya hill, we took a taxi for Nongsa beach, for 50 Thousand Rupees. The route was wonderful with a long drive on highway.
Just before reaching there, Venu discussed something with the driver (with none of them understanding what the other person is saying) & decided to go to Sekilak Adventure Park which has its own beach. I was a mere spectator :(
It turned out to be some deserted resort, which had a small rocky beach. A small enclosed area had some rock music playing.
We had to figure out the way to the beach & it took us a while to make up our mind for a dip.
There were couples everywhere, enjoying moments, away from public. Venu went off looking for showers, & came back soon. We relaxed for about 45 minutes in water. After some snacks & coconut at shanty shops, we were back in the taxi. The fully charged Sun got me some headache. The long drive back on the highway felt relieving though. The taxi driver dropped us back at Batam Centre & charged 150k!!!
I wasn't willing to pay so much, but Venu convinced me :)
We then roamed around in the mall, also did some shopping for families.
Soon I felt that we must register for the ferry ride back to Singapore, & we crossed the bridge to the Ferry terminal.
We registered for the last Ferry of the day, at 8:40 pm. The girl at counter asked us to check-in by 7:45 pm, while my watch ticked 7:30pm. Then I realised, I had not corrected it to Local time, which was 1 hr after Singapore. It was 6:30pm local time.
With 2 hrs to go, we decided to have some snacks & watch the live music performances going on in the mall.
Soon, it was time for check-in & we reported on time.
It was dark by now, & we opted for seats on upper deck, hoping it will be better than being in cramped lower deck seats. I was also preparing myself for any issues in Immigration without EP :(
On reaching Immigration counter, I described the situation, & as expected, was directed towards the control-center-kinda-room. I was asked to sit in a small room which had 6 chairs & 4 were already occupied by some Russians.
& the door was shut!!!
I started conversing with those Russians & found that they were actually Afghanis. They had also gone to Batam, but could not get the On-Arrival Visa as its not applicable to Afghanis & Pakis. So they were made to wait for 3 hrs there & then deported back to Singapore. Here also they had been waiting for more than 2 hrs. I somehow felt better for being an Indian, & I could see the jealousy in their eyes too.
Further on knowing about my job in Singapore, they were apparently, more jealous & hurt.
"You know why you got a job in Singapore?" one of them asked me.
"Why?" I questioned back, thinking he'd reply: Because we didn't get it.
"Because of EDUCATION" he said in a quite emoting manner. He got me thinking on this. It reminded me of the situation they face in their country & how it pushes education to lower priority. It also reminded me of a book I had recently finished, in which the author, who has travelled to Afghanistan, describes it as the country of the dust, with no signs of development, whatsoever.
He (Afghani) probably wanted to elaborate further, but was called upon by the Immigration officer.
One of them asked me if I knew Urdu, & I told him yes, I could understand Urdu. Later he described their ordeal, speaking in Urdu, which was more of a Hindi dialect.
Since they were 5-6 guys, my case would take long, I thought. I felt sorry for Venu, who was waiting for me outside.
Finally after 20-25 minutes they were cleared & told to leave.
"Achha... Allah Hafiz" he said while picking his bag.
"Allah Hafiz" I replied.
I was also let go few minutes later. It was 11:25pm by now & we rushed to see if we could still catch the last train from Harbourfront to Punggol. We could. But Venu got down at Outram Park. He wanted to go home & have some sleep.
I got down at Farrer Park & went straight to SagarRatna for a light meal.
Grabbed a taxi & longed for a bed to sleep.
It had been a long, a very long day.
Monday, December 29, 2008
True story (probably)
This story is true & was even mentioned in ST!It became a huge joke around the globe & the lady subsequently brought down
her posting!
A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:
Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?
I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?
I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?
Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.
I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:
1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
-Ms. Pretty
Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years laterBy the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but
will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.
Hope this reply helps.
her posting!
A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:
Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?
I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married?
I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?
Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden (?), $250k annual income is not enough.
I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:
1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)
2) Which age group should I target?
3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys
4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
-Ms. Pretty
Here's a reply from a Wall Street Financial guy:
Dear Ms. Pretty,I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyze your situation as a professional investor.
My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.
From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years laterBy the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but
will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.
Hope this reply helps.
If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me
signed,
signed,
J.P. Morgan
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