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196 days ago
What if Adam Smith was wrong? The problem is not with capitalism being better or worser than socialism. The problem is with the science of economics. For what its worth: What is worth? Wealth builds nations. Nations build wealth. A palindrome that sums up the 1208 pages that make the greatest book written on economics. The four factors, land, labor, capital and the entrepreneur get returns as we carry out economic activities in the name of living. What about earth. What is its return? Surely this is an unsustainable model that we expect every country to develop. Of course its a dream. To see the whole world developed. But we need to redefine development. Development is not getting a bigger GDP. For that is converting natural resources into monetary wealth. And the faster you can do that the better acccording to the economy that we have learnt about and lived in. Convert trees into wood. Water into Juice. Just sell, sell and sell. In the name of making jobs. The argument is, people ...
349 days ago
Ive always wanted to know why America is what it is. In my analysis of nations, i couldnt quite figure out how it all began. A big piece of land(kind of looks like an island, wonder why people dont call it one). Columbus finds it. Colonization starts. The Britishers arrive. Natives dont feel like natives. George is not from washington, but washington became the name of the place. And then the hub of innovation. The nation embraces capitalism. Open to immigration. Magnet for the best from every part of the world. The chain. Once the hub is set. More and more of the best minds flock. Innovation breeds. Standard of living improves and abracadabra.. The United states of America. with the USP of the American Dream is real. The missing piece of my dilemma is what happened in the three weeks of a June in a place called Bretton Woods. A league of gentlemen changed the way the world would trade money... (more on this once im done with all the papers on bretton)
358 days ago
If I was the Prime Minister of India. I would have looked straight at the camera and said these words. ''We donot want to know who you are. We are a nation of a billion names and faces. And eventhough we see your face we will not recognize your race. Today. You sprayed bullets in our city. But you can never tear our hearts. You ripped the love of families. But the whole nation shares their grief. Today, you put tears in our eyes. But we will not fear you. You should know that you can never paralyse this nation with bullets. You have lost. You should know that you cannot poison the minds of our citizens. Hindus, Christians, Muslims , Sikhs will embrace each other today. Though you may have a Muslim name. Our people donot recognize your affiliation to the religion of Islam. We understand that no religion on earth defines your action. The brotherhood of this nation is far greater than the pettiness of your hatred and anger. We will not fight each other. You have lost. ...
369 days ago
I am twenty. Exactly in between the tug of war between fifteen and twenty five. From the dreamer of fifteen to the anybody of twenty five, its not at all just numbers that become years that become ages. It is about the I in the me. On the day the date became the tangent of my life I exclaimed casually to a dear friend that i didnt feel the enormity of the number that has just become my age. I was told to wait. I didnt have to wait too long. Different was on its way. My handwriting has changed. Its become more horizontally illegible rather than the previous vertically hyper sharpened lines that looked like some egyptian script which was really beautiful to see from far, but from near could only be comprehended by moi. Next, i suddenly find the color orange very attractive. No more purple or violet. hmm. what was the difference, one is light one is dark..blah..ive been told again and again.ok then where does indigo fit in to all of this. someone needs to stop calling colors by its ...
375 days ago
My thanksgiving day is today. To the heroes who made my performance possible. My dream team of mentors. Mum, Dad : The true masters of my endeavour. Mr. Gautam Puri: For teaching us to solve geometry using the admit card as a scale and coins of 50 paise and 1 rupee for circles. Mr. Chandramoli, for helping us build the thought algorithms needed to think logically. Sir, you puzzled us as much as you taught us. Ms. Geeta, for the endless gyaan on the language. Who told us not to learn the rules of grammar, but to read so much that you would become a grammar auditor and discover the audacity of words when they become sentences. Mr. Govinda, The gardener in our college: for letting me sleep on the grass and study, especially when he does such a hard job everyday tending it so that beautiful species of butterflies and squirrels can be invited. Mr. Victor, for all the times he slapped my wrist and took the fiddle from me. Who kept telling me that I am no good with the instrument. ...
