Happiness

Happiness is an eternal quest. Happiness is a mirage. Happiness is like passing clouds. There are two kinds of happiness: Happiness that we derive by doing the things that we like and happiness that we derive by doing the right things irrespective of whether we like it or not. Happiness is not a one-size fits all suit. The activities that lead to happiness in one stage of our life will not lead to happiness in a different stage in life; it might look outright absurdity too. Happiness can’t be expressed well with words but we can recognize moments when we were/are happy (if we are not evaluative or critical).

While I am sleeping do I actually know that I am sleeping? The moment that I try to gauge my level of happiness or if I am happy at all, I am no happier. Happiness can be achieved by being in the moment. Happiness is the fuel that drives life forward. Without happiness, that sense of well-being, what is the point of the pursuit called life? It is better to identify the unique set of activities and things from which we derive happiness than being driven in pursuit of the social stereotypes of happiness. Enough of the philosophical rhetoric on happiness.

Now to the practical aspect of how I experience happiness in my daily life. To me happiness is series of little moments scattered across my entire lifetime. My pursuit of happiness is as unique as me. Below are the list of things/ activities that give/have given me happiness at different times:

  • Unexpected rain on a summer day
  • A sip of water post a bite of chilly
  • Patience to laugh at my own follies
  • The wag of tail by man’s best friend
  • Strange sounds of feathery vagabonds
  • Extended slumber sessions on a holiday
  • The roses that blossom in my rose plant
  • A timeless statue smiling at me in vanity
  • Reading a favorite book at a leisurely pace
  • Kind words by my wife in times of distress
  • Playing a prank on my sisters and friends
  • Unspent money in the wallet at month-end
  • Eternal race of endless waves on the seashore
  • The moment a favorite dish melts in my mouth
  • Pretending to lose to my child in a boxing match
  • A cocktail of music that takes me on a time travel
  • An endless road inviting to an unexplored journey
  • Walk on the seashore while enjoying dawn or dusk
  • Droplets of water hanging on to a leaf like dear life
  • A game of cricket with old buddies on a lazy Sunday
  • The radiant smile of my child after a hard day’s work
  • The aroma of freshly baked bread as I walk past a bakery 
  • A cold water bath of hot day and hot water bath on a cold day
  • A favorite movie whose dialogues that I can remember by heart
  • Stumbling upon an old friend in a crowded market in a new city
  • The new language scripted by my daughter when she started talking
  • As a young boy, holding my parents hands when we went out for a walk
  • The tiny dot of light turning the endless canvas called sky into infinite shades
  • A fraction of heat from the tea mug that seeps into my palm on a cold morning

 

Note: This post has been written for Indiblogger’s Indispire edition 108: ‘What does happiness mean to you? Do you go looking for happiness?’

A Time of Need and a Time for Greed

The world has enough for everyone’s need, but not enough for everyone’s greed.’ – Mahatma Gandhi

Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear.’ – Bertrand Russell, Unpopular Essays

As the rains receded on December 3rd, I and my brother in law ventured out to buy essential household items. It was around 11.30 AM and we had to go from one shop to another as there was stock out situation for some of the essential items. I had walk the entire Kottur area in search of Milk and Candles. Not a single candle was available in any of the stores. A solitary vendor was selling milk outside a big vegetable store in Kottur market. But instead of the usual Rs. 40 per liter he was charging Rs. 100 per liter, a full 150% mark-up to the usual price. Most people were buying multiple packets of milk from him and yet after walking a few feet from the shop complained that it was wrong on the part of the vendor to hike the price in that hour of distress.

After an extended period of incessant rains, the prices of some of the vegetables had reached the stratosphere. On this particular day these darlings of every household’s kitchen were not even available at even these extremely inflated prices. Bread and Rice were running out of stock too. A couple of days later as I was standing in line to buy milk at another milk depot, a woman was hoarding about hundreds of packets of milk in her tricycle. When one of the customers asked why the woman was siphoning off milk meant to be distributed through regular channel, she hurled abuses at the customer. The irony was that within a few minutes she was selling the same milk packets in a nearby street with a fat markup.

Though most of us complain about the greediness of opportunistic vendors, we are opportunistic and greedy too. A case in point was a trip a petrol pump on the same day. My brother in law’s two wheeler was almost at the verge of running out of petrol. By this time most petrol pumps were closing down as they had no more petrol or diesel to sell. The unending lines of people outside petrol pumps rivaled the queues outside places of worship on auspicious days. I went along with my nephew to one of the petrol pumps near Royapettah. Among the crowd to my disappointment and chagrin, there were a bunch of guys who had come with multiple 30 to 40 liter cans. Why would anybody need so much petrol or diesel? Clearly they were greedy arbitrageur who was planning to sell the fuel at much higher prices in suburban localities. Even people who were buying for their own use too were buying more than necessary.

Around the same time, another irrational phenomenon was unfolding across the city. There was a run on the banks, no actually there was a run on ATMs. With most of the bank branches in Chennai on leave due to rains, the cash balance in ATMs was already low. The situation was made even worse by a lot of anxious people (foreseeing more rain and bank holiday) each withdrawing up to their daily permissible limit. The anxious withdrawal pattern resulted in most ATMs going out of cash by afternoon that day and as result the entire city was indulging a real life treasure-hunt, running from one ATM to another. Only after bank branches opened the following day and some of the banks started operating mobile ATMs the situation limped back to normalcy.

While it is understandable that there were long queues at grocery stores, milk vending booths, ATMs and petrol pumps to everyone’s surprise there was queue in wine shops too. And contrary to ATMs and petrol pumps that ran out of stock, these wine shops were fully stocked and was buzzing with so much activity and life that one could have easily mistaken them for an ant colony or a beehive. It is billion dollar puzzle that how in a democratic country there is stock out for essential commodities but wine shops are fully stocked.

No amount of technology can serve as replacement for irrationality of human beings. No amount of rules and processes can check human greed. As I think back on the events that unfolded during the recent rainy spell, I get reminded of a dialogue from a recent movie: ‘By eating even a single mouthful of food after our hunger has been quenched, we are ensuring that another person remains hungry.’ This principle is very apt in situations of natural or man-made calamities like the recent rainy spell.

The Rich – Poor Divide: Growing Inequality

About a couple of days ago I came across a news article and a blog post that serve as the inspiration for this post. The news article is by non-profit organization Oxfam and it says that the richest 1% of the world is most likely to control 50% of global wealth by 2016. The report is interestingly titled: ‘WEALTH: HAVING IT ALL AND WANTING MORE.’ The executive summary of the report reads:

Global wealth is increasingly being concentrated in the hands of a small wealthy elite. These wealthy individuals have generated and sustained their vast riches through their interests and activities in a few important economic sectors, including finance and pharmaceuticals/healthcare. Companies from these sectors spend millions of dollars every year on lobbying to create a policy environment that protects and enhances their interests further. The most prolific lobbying activities in the US are on budget and tax issues; public resources that should be directed to benefit the whole population, rather than reflect the interests of powerful lobbyists.

One key finding of the report caught my eye: ‘The very richest of the top 1%, the billionaires on the Forbes list, have seen their wealth accumulate even faster over this period. In 2010, the richest 80 people in the world had a net wealth of $1.3tn. By 2014, the 80 people who top the Forbes rich list had a collective wealth of $1.9tn; an increase of $600bn in just 4 years, or 50% in nominal terms. Meanwhile, between 2002 and 2010 the total wealth of the poorest half of the world in current US$ had been increasing more or less at the same rate as that of billionaires; however since 2010, it has been decreasing over this time.’ It seems to me that the global recession and country specific recessions since 2008 have not had much impact on the wealth of the global superrich. Another interesting information from the report: ‘In 2010, it took 388 billionaires to equal the wealth of the bottom half of the world’s population; by 2014, the figure had fallen to just 80 billionaires.’ The wealthy are getting wealthier by the day.

The report also finds that, ‘Companies from the finance and pharmaceutical sectors spent millions of dollars in 2013 on lobbying.’  All these lobbying has resulted in favorable results for the companies in these sectors at the expense of tax payers. Again to quote from the report: ‘While the financial sector has recovered well as a result of this bailout, median income levels in the USA are yet to return to their pre-crisis levels. The ongoing cost to the tax payer for “systematically important financial institutions in other words those that are too big to fail has been estimated by the IMF to be $83bn every year.’  The report goes on to say, ‘In the US, the two issues which most lobbying is reported against are the federal budget and appropriations and taxes. These are the public’s resources, which companies are aiming to directly influence for their own benefit, using their substantial cash resources. Lobbying on tax issues in particular can directly undermine public interests, where a reduction in the tax burden to companies results in less money for delivering essential public services.

Another interesting observation from the report: ‘The three pharmaceutical companies (GSK, Johnson & Johnson and Novartis) that are members of the International Federation of Pharmaceutical Manufacturers & Associations (IFPMA) have made the largest contribution to the Ebola relief effort, have collectively donated more than $3m in cash and medical products. But the amount of money that has been spent on Ebola and other activities that have a broader benefit to society needs to be looked at in the context of their expenditure on corporate lobbying to influence for their own interests. These three companies together spent more than $18m on lobbying activities in the US during 2013.Did I read that right: $18 MN for lobbying in U.S. but only $3MN to fight Ebola, a disease that was killing roughly 1 in 2 of the infected people in the current outbreak?

Some of the remedies suggested by Oxfam to alleviate such extreme inequality include:

  • Make governments work for citizens and tackle extreme inequality
  • Pay workers a living wage and close the gap with skyrocketing executive reward
  • Close international tax loopholes and fill holes in tax governance

I was interested in looking at examples of difference in tax rates between the wealthy and the rest when I ran into a videos in which none other than Warren Buffett, one of richest men in the world, had claimed in 2007 (if I’m not wrong) that he is taxed at a lower rate than people who work for him!!!

Looks like things have not changed since then, a proof for which I came in the blog post ‘The Taxman Cometh’ by ‘I Pledge a Fallegiance’. He quotes the Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy study on taxation in the United States that finds that: ‘in 2015 the poorest fifth of Americans will pay on average 10.9 percent of their income in state and local taxes, the middle fifth will pay 9.4 percent and the top 1 percent will average 5.4 percent.’ The author concludes that: ‘It seems that States and localities have regressive tax systems because they tend to rely more on sales and excise taxes (fees tacked onto items like gas, liquor and cigarettes), which are the same rate for rich and poor alike. Even property taxes, which account for much of local tax revenue, hit working- and middle-class families harder than the wealthy because their homes often represent their largest asset.’ All this makes the author conclude: ‘poverty is a waste product of wealth.

Years ago when I was chatting with some of MBA batch mates, one of them said that USA has made an important contribution to mankind by introducing the concept of wealth creation to the world. He said that because of this contribution by USA, accumulation of wealth is no more a zero-sum game and one person does not have to plunder another person to increase his wealth. He claimed that this concept of ‘wealth creation’ is the fairest system possible. Looking at the findings of Oxfam and the Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy, it doesn’t look the current world’s approach to wealth creation is fair by any yardstick.

I have always found it interesting that the government would let corporations to deduct their expenses first and then levy income tax on what is left of their revenue but would not follow the same taxation approach when it comes to individual tax payers. Clearly just like in a corporation, some of the expenses for an individual are also mandatory/ inevitable. So shouldn’t they be deducted first before levying any income tax? I am starting to wonder if transaction taxes would be a fairer taxation system (on the common man) than income taxes.

The Daily Prompt – Brain Power

The Daily Prompt – Brain Power: ‘Let’s assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?

Do I use only 10% of my brain power or even less than that? Not sure and it doesn’t matter.

Are the results in my life the result of my brain power Alone? No.

If I am able to work with 100% of my brain power, will my life completely change for the better? An emphatic no.

As Woody Allen very famously once said, ‘Eighty percent of success is showing up,’ I would like to show up every time there is an opportunity. How much ever my ability is, I would still like to have the courage to face this world and put my ability to test when the situation demands. I would like to improve on my abilities every single time.

‘Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence.

Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent.

Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb.

Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts.

Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.

The slogan “press on” has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.’ – Calvin Coolidge (US president, 1872-1933)

One’s habits ares a much better determinant of success than intelligence. Therefore I would like to put my habits in order more than anything else. In his TED talk, Conor Neill said, ‘Success in life is not one massive good decision and failure is not one poor decision. Failure is repeated bad decisions; Success is repeated, consistent, good habits.’ More than hoping for increase in my brain power, I wish for exponential increase in will power.

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Bijosh’s Blog Post (Be Inspired by the Neighbors – Blogging 101)

I am writing this post for the ‘Be Inspired by the Neighbors’ exercise. On January 15, I read a post by Bijosh on his blog Odd Thoughts. Bijosh writes with the pen name Thilopian. The title of the blog post was: Can we define love? The main idea in the blog post is: ‘pure love is love itself. We should become love. We don’t love anybody. What we must do is to be love.’ My comment for this blog post was: ‘Nice Article. Very Well Written. Reading your post, I am reminded of the definition for Love that was given by one of my professors in college, “Love is an Act of accepting another person in Totality.’

For the purpose of this post, I am going to assume love not just in its romantic form but as any act of kindness/ affection involving at least one living being. There is another definition of love that I read in an autograph notebook during my school days: ‘Love is the union of mind and soul.’ But I like the definition of love by our professor: ‘an Act of accepting another person in Totality.’ I always wonder how people accept those characteristics in their loved ones which they would disapprove/ despise in a stranger. The reason is love – the act of accepting a person in totality. It is also said that you don’t love a person because he or she is special, rather someone becomes special to you because you love him or her.

But a look around the very societies we live in, we come across innumerable violence that is unleashed in the love for one’s own ideology, race, religion, language, love for material well-being, and love for power, etc. So much crimes happen due to humans’ irrational, unjustifiable and psychotic love that one can easily assume that love is not a feeling/ word but an abbreviation (LOVE) that stands for Lots of Violent Emotions. If Buddha who preached that ‘Desire is the root cause of all suffering’ were to given one more advise for today’s world, he might even say, ‘Love is the root cause of all suffering.

Buddha, the great soul, teacher and God to millions of Buddhists is not plagued by my short-sightedness and would not arrive at such hasty conclusions. Love for one’s ideology/religion/race/language at the expense of human virtues is the root cause of all suffering. Love for material well-being and hold over power at the expense of one’s character is main reason for many maladies of today’s human societies.

Human Beings are paradoxes beyond comprehension. The same people who might show indifference to a lot of suffering and injustice around them would one fine day take up one particular cause. The same people who would lead self-centered lives every day would rush to help others in the face of natural or man-made disasters. A couple of examples come to my mind. One is the example of a group of people from Punjab running community kitchens and relief camps for victims of the Indian Ocean Tsunami in Nagapattinam district in Tamil Nadu. If difference were to lead to divisions and apathy, then these people from Punjab should not volunteered to help. To list the differences: the two states are in different corners of India, the people of the two states speak different languages, there is a popular perception/ school of thought that the people of these two states belong to different human races, a lot of victims and a lot of volunteers belonged to different religions as well, to name a few. Add to these most of the volunteers might not even face the natural tragedies caused by the sea in their life time (Punjab is a landlocked state bordering Pakistan). Yet these men and women from Punjab had travelled more than thousand kilometers to live in difficult conditions serving people whom they might not even see again in their lives. If this is not an example of love for humanity and human virtues, then I don’t know what would constitute one.

The other example is a much more recent one: The battle that aid workers and medical professionals are waging in Africa against Ebola. The disease has probably one of highest mortality rates (the last time I saw news coverage on Ebola on BBC/ CNN, they reported roughly one in two people who contacted the disease had died, in the current outbreak). Add to this, there were cases in the past as well as in the present outbreak of aid workers and medical professionals who were helping the patients contacting the disease and losing their lives. All these factors should prevent people from treating the patients who have Ebola. Yet there were/are so many people, not only people of African countries but people from other countries as well, volunteering to treat these patients and in that process willingly putting their lives in the hands of grave danger. Again what drives these people? Definitely not money. It is the love for humanity and human virtues.

All these train of thoughts bring me back to the question: the definition of love? At the same time there is another flash of thought in my mind. Human existence on this planet will not be dependent on our individual as well as collective ability to define love. It will be driven by our ability to show love and affection to other living beings as well as our ability to experience and receive love and affection.

What’s in a Name?

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My name is Yoges (pronounced as Yo-gesh). If it’s pronounced as ‘Yogesh’ why is it written as ‘Yoges’? Well, that’s a long story. I am 35 year old guy from Chennai, India. The story of my name starts with my father’s name, Raja Gopal. When I was born on 6th April 1980, my parents decided to give me a name similar to my father’s name and named me as ‘Ram Gopal.’ Instead of making this as my official name, they decided to consult our family’s astrologer. And the astrologer introduced the first twist in the screenplay of my life.

The astrologer after carefully considering the planetary alignment at the time of my birth as well as my birth star bowled a ‘Googly’ and announced that my name should start either with ‘Yo’ or ‘Ya.’ Not to be outdone by the astrologer’s advice my parents named me as ‘Yogesh Ram Gopal.’ My name would have stayed this way had it not been for an idea that was planted in my dad’s mind several years ago. It’s called ‘Numerology.’ I am not sure who introduced my dad to the concept of Numerology; may be it is an elder one from the family or a friend or maybe even a newspaper article. But the fact is my dad very firmly believes in Numerology. And so my parents were checking if my would-be name (Yogesh Ram Gopal) would be ‘Numerology’ compliant as well. Unfortunately, ‘Yogesh Ram Gopal’ along with the initials (V R) did not lead to the favorable number (as per Numerology). Neither did ‘Yogesh Ram’ nor ‘Yogesh.’ So finally they settled for the odd spelling for my name as ‘Yoges’ though everyone in the family always pronounced it as ‘Yogesh.’

There is a little bit of history in the choice of initials that were chosen for me and my sisters. Unlike the majority in India, in in my state Tamil Nadu, people mostly do not have Surnames. The norm is using abbreviation of one’s native place plus father’s name or abbreviation of grand father’s name plus father’s name or just father’s name as initials. Example: In the late CM of Tamil Nadu C.N. Annadurai’s name, ‘C’ stands for his native place Conjeevaram and ‘N’ stands for his father’s name Natarajan.

So my name should have been either R Yoges (Rajagopal Yoges) or P R Yoges (Padapai Rajagopal Yoges), Padapai being my ancestral village. However fate intervened in the form of a conversation that my dad had with one his friends who worked as a nurse at CSI Kalyani Hospital, Chennai around the time my eldest sister was born. It seems that the nurse felt that it’s unfair that while the mother of the baby incurs a lot of pain in bringing the baby to this world, only the name of the father is given as initials. My dad recalled a few years back that at that moment he decided that he will include my mother’s name along with his name as initials for his children. So I and my sister’s got the initials as V R (Vijayalakshmi Rajagopal).

Well, I wouldn’t be thinking about writing about my name had it not put me into some interesting situations at school, college and workplace. First of all, most of my classmates and teachers in school were intrigued about the unusual spelling for my name. One of the teachers who came as substitute for my math teacher, on looking at my name on my notebook even commented, “Idiot, you don’t even know how to spell your name?” My class representative came to my rescue and told her that it’s a numerology based name (I have struck to that explanation ever since). Most of classmates would either call me as ‘Yo-ges’ or ‘Yogx’. Things got slightly better during graduation and post-graduation when my class mates called me as Yogi (meaning: a person who has spent a lot of their life doing yoga and studying the philosophy of yoga) or Yogi Bear (!!!).

But I always keep running into trouble while filling my name in applications for institutions outside Tamil Nadu. Applications for most institutions (outside Tamil Nadu) don’t account for Patronymic names and hence keep asking for ‘Surname’. And I have to fill my parents name in the place given for surname. This always keeps leading to interesting permutations for my name depending upon how the institutions’ computer systems are configured.

Post MBA when I went to work with an MNC, I started facing another interesting problem. The company had policy of using ‘surname, first name’ as the naming convention in Outlook profiles. They did not allow photos to be uploaded to avoid any discrimination in staffing. The IT people who created my outlook account configured my name as “Rajagopal, Yoges Vijayalakshmi.” In one particular year I signed up to be training coordinator for my department’s trainings. We had the practice of allowing a few people from other departments to attend our department’s training. So our training announcements would be sent to other departments with my name as the training coordinator. To my horror, in one of the months about half a dozen mails (from people from other departments) landed in my inbox with more or less the following message: “Hello Miss Vijayalakshmi, We would like to attend the above said training.” Miss Vijayalaksmi!!! The issue is that they assumed my oddly spelt name ‘Yoges’ as family name. There was no photo to see that it’s actually a guy. On seeing a feminine name Vijayalakshmi, they addressed it as ‘Miss Vijayalaksmi.’

I have always thought that my parents could have given me a Tamil name or the name of a famous historical personality from Tamil Nadu instead of a Sanskrit based name ‘Yogesh.’ This feeling started taking roots in a Tamil class during my primary school days when our Tamil teacher pinpointed students with pure Tamil names. In that class I learned that my name was a Sanskrit based name. I thought that it was wrong on my parents’ part to have given me a Sanskrit based name and decided that when I grow up I will choose a name that has some significance in Tamil literature or Tamil history. The issues that I had to face due to the odd spelling for my name only made this feeling stronger with each passing day. In the heydays of Orkut, for a couple of years I used the original name of the greatest of Tamil kings, ‘Arul Mozhi Varman’ as my profile name. However, slowly I was losing the inclination to change my name. Somehow I was starting to believe that ‘It’s the divine right of parents to name their child and the child has no right to change his/her name.’ What if the child does not like his/her name? He or She has to earn a name or title from the society through some meaningful contribution to the society.

For a number of years I never thought about what is the actual meaning of my name. I was forced to think about it during the third year of my graduation. I had applied for the Engineering Stream of Indian Air Force through University Entry Scheme. I had cleared the written test and had to go to Mysore for in-person interviews and tasks. We were divided into groups based on the increasing order of our age. My batch did not have any tasks in the first day. Post dinner when we were discussing with guys who had tasks that day, a lot of guys said that they were asked for the ‘meaning of their name’. That night I thought about what is the meaning of my name; however I could not think of a good answer. When I was posed that question the following day, I could not give a convincing reply. However the officer who asked me this question, told me that my name ‘Yogesh’ might have its origins in the root word for ‘Yoga.’ When I came back from Mysore, I started looking for the meaning of name on the internet. I figured out that my name could mean God of Yoga or Destiny’s God.

I once came across an email forward: ‘by the time you realize whatever your dad said makes sense, your son would be thinking that whatever you say doesn’t make sense.’ I had to come to terms with this reality when I had a daughter in 2012 and it was time to give her a name. I preferred giving my daughter a pure Tamil name but my wife wanted a name that was stylish. A search for names on the internet and books proved futile. However a colleague of mine suggested the name ‘Venpa’ (a form of Tamil Poetry) which matched our criteria. However as per my daughter’s birth star her name has to start with ‘Tha’, ‘Dha’ or ‘Sa.’ My father also handed me a book on Numerology to figure out a name that leads to a favorable number! Though I do not believe that name alone will ensure in success or well-being in life, I did not want to deny the doses of good luck (offered by an astrology and numerology based name) to my daughter. So reluctantly, I decided to figure out a name that would be favorable as per astrology as well as numerology.

But figuring out such a name proved more difficult than I had imagined. First, the number of names were limited (How many Hindu female names can you get starting with the three alphabets T, D or S?). Second, a lot of names that I liked, my wife did not like and vice-versa. Finally we were left with only a handful of names to choose from. Now came the interesting part of making the names Numerology compliant!!! I exhausted half a note book in trying to figure out a favorable combination. I spent quite a few hours on this exercise in frustration. I would add an additional ‘a’ or ‘h’ or ‘e’ to a name, but still it would not lead to a lucky number. Some names would get morphed into a completely unrecognizable form due to all the alphabet additions that I made.

We had decided to name our daughter on November 9, 2012. The ceremony was supposed to start at 9 AM. It was late in the evening on November 8 and I still had not figured out a name. I was frantically trying to arrive at a name while my wife was attending to our daughter. My wife had worried look on her face. Hours were just ticking by but a name that meets all our criteria was proving to be elusive. Around 3 AM on November 9 I had two names lined up but couldn’t choose one over the other. I went to my wife, showed her two fingers and told her that each one stood for a name and she had to choose one. My wife chose ‘Thanvii’. The original word behind this name is ‘Tanvi’ (meaning: soft and tender). I had introduced additional H and I to make this name Numerology compliant. At this juncture I am reminded of a joke made by one of my ex-colleagues, ‘In Tamil Nadu there is a “H” free after every “T” and every “D”.’ Like our parents we also decided to use my name and my wife’s name as initials to my daughter.

Somehow after going through this whole name finding mission, I see my name as well the process my parents used to arrive at my name in a more favorable light. As I was going through the process of choosing a name for my daughter, deep inside I wanted the ‘divine power’/ ‘luck’ that I had invoked through an Astrology and Numerology compliant name to be a guiding force for my daughter long after I have left this earth. As I recollect now, the odd spelling for my name had given me a benefit that I have failed to recognize over the years. The odd spelling for my name has severed as a good ice-breaker topic for me over the years. I could always add a couple of sentences to my introduction instead of just stating my name. In my workplaces (when there are other people with the same name Yogesh), the odd spelling for my name has ensured that my name is easily findable in the address book. I have told new colleagues time and again to just look for the ‘Yogesh’ without the ‘h’ in the name!

I have come across the question, ‘What’s in a name?’ so many times in books, discussion, articles etc. When we look superficially a name is insignificant and only the life of the person bearing the name carries a meaning. But if we look at a much deeper level, even if the life of the person bearing the name is meaningless, the name is still significant in a number of ways. The name could be mish-mash of various ancient bodies of knowledge. The name could be the end-result of various belief systems of a family that has been passed down across generations over a millennia. The name could be the remnant of a struggle to ensure in a new social order in a by-gone era. The name could be the result of just a spark of an idea that was lit in the minds of the parents by someone whom the child is never going to meet in his or her life. Above all the name could be a manifestation of desire or a longing within the heart of every parent for his or her child to have the best possible life known to mankind.

Two different worlds on either side of the light house

On 7th November by chance I landed up (10th floor of the building) at the light house in Chennai. I started with the intention of taking my wife and daughter to visit the grand banyan tree inside the Theosophical society garden at Adyar, Chennai. We reached there at 4.30 PM only to be told that entry is closed at 4 PM. I wanted to visit a place that all three of us have not visited so far and decided to visit the light house. Chennai’s light house was reopened to public after 22 years on November 14, 2013. There is a light house museum at the ground floor, where I learned that this one is the fourth light house in Chennai and Chennai has had a light house since 1976. On display were a few photographs of Chennai Beach and Harbor from the by-gone eras. Also on display were vintage lighting equipment.

We reached the 10th floor viewing bay through a lift (A pleasant surprise for me as I was thinking we will have to climb by staircase). It was quite windy at the viewing bay. People were very busy taking snaps and selfies rather viewing below. The view from the top was nice. Somehow everything below looked beautiful from the viewing bay (even areas that looked otherwise from the ground).

While we enjoyed the trip to the light house, as I recollect what I saw from the viewing bay, the light house almost served as a dividing line for two social strata. To the left of the light house were splendid government buildings, government colleges, the beach front that serves as a recreational area for the city and Chennai’s harbor. When one looks at this side, one gets the picture of vibrant, progressive and affluent city. The traffic through the beach road was moving both swiftly and in an orderly fashion. As you look towards the right side of the light house you get a completely different picture. On this side you see multi-storey buildings housing some of the poorest in Chennai and the buildings were badly in need of repair. There were boats of fishermen on the beachside. The traffic on the road adjoining the buildings on this side was moving rather chaotically.

As I think about this contrasting picture both residing within a radius of a few kilometers, I am reminded of the comment made by one my professors in our MBA class. He said “We can’t afford to have islets of prosperity in an ocean of poverty. Soon the ocean of poverty will start engulfing these islets of prosperity through social unrest.” I am sure my professor was not talking about socialism. He was referring social progress. True social progress for the masses is only possible through good education followed by employment. Unfortunately in the last few years, the short term mentality of the voting public and vote-bank politics by politicians has ensured that government money is spent in doling out freebies rather than being invested in education and employment generation.

The Story of Arjun Santhosh Kumar

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Today I came across the story of Arjun Santhosh Kumar, Founder and CEO of LateraLogics, a tech startup based out of Chennai, India. How is Arjun’s story unique? Arjun is just fourteen years of age and is class nine (ninth standard) student of Velammal Vidhyashram, Chennai. On Children’s Day (November 14th) this year he will become one of the recipient of the National Child Award for Exceptional Achievement in New Delhi instituted by the Ministry of Women and Child Development (WCD), Government of India. The motto of his company is ‘Great Solutions come from Small Problems‘.

The first Android app that he developed ‘Ez School Bus Locator’ won the first prize (K-8 Category) in the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT)’s App Inventor App Contest (2013). Arjun then went on to develop another Android phone ‘iSafeGuard’, a women & teen safety app. As quoted in ‘The Hindu’, Arjun recollects that he got the idea for developing the ‘Ez School Bus Locator’ after his parents got worried when it took him time to return home on a rainy evening. Arjun developed both his apps using MIT’s App Inventor tool, an open source blocks-based programming tool used to program and build fully functional apps for Android devices. So far his story has been covered by several newspapers and magazines including ‘The Hindu’, India Today, NDTV, The Times of India, etc.

Arjun’s very first post on LinkedIn is interestingly titled, ‘Why Can’t Entrepreneurship be Part of School Curriculum?’. An even better question to ask would be ‘Why can’t Indian Schools develop many such Entrepreneurs?’ In response to the comment for his article Arjun has responded, “Couldn’t agree more that our schooling system should foster innovation and creativity among students in place of ‘uniformity’ (am a big follower of Sir Ken Robinson).” Congratulations to our young innovator and entrepreneur Arjun and best wishes for his entrepreneurial journey.

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How a working professional in her med-twenties continues to remain a 14 year old school girl in social media

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Yesterday (November 4, 2014) as I was going through my LinkedIn page looking for updates from my connections, I came across a post that was liked by one of my connections. It read “Remya Jose a 14 year old girl from India invented this pedal operated washing machine. It requires no electricity and using it also gives you exercise. She won a national award for this.” Without even thinking further, I too pressed the like button (The post had around 1900 likes at that time). But the update did not have any working link to take me to a website/ newspaper article featuring Remya’s story. So I went to Google to look for newspaper coverage of Remya’s innovation. I got a list of links featuring Remya’s story; the one that interested me was Google Book’s link to “India: Land of a Billion Entrepreneurs by Upendra Kachru.’ I checked the details of the book to figure out that the book has been published in 2011. On seeing this publication year I get the natural suspicion that Remya’s story is 3 years old. Or is it just three years old story?

I started reading through the page that featured Remya’s story. Almost the entire page 46 chronicles Remya’s innovation. But one sentence towards the end of the page caught my attention: “Her innovation was featured in Oulook magazine in 2005.” Oh My God! This story is nine years old. Remya, who is by now in her mid-twenties still continues to remain a 14 year old school girl in our social media. I was curious about what happened to Remya and what happened to her innovation. I was also curious to figure out why a story which is probably nine years old is currently making rounds in LinkedIn and other social media sites. As I could not remember seeing any pedal operated washing machines in stores, I decided look on the World Wide Web to figure out what had actually happened.

A little bit of background on Remya and her story: Remya’s family hails from Keezhattur Village in Malappuram district of Kerala, India. In 2002/ 2003 timeframe when Remya was a fourteen year old school student she developed the ‘pedal operated washing machine.’ The tough family circumstances under which Remya designed and developed the pedal operated washing machine (with the help of her father and other well-wishers) is truly inspiring. The benefits of the washing machine are it does not require electricity and cycling would help the person to stay fit. Remya’s innovation was found out by SRISTI (Honey Bee Network), a non-governmental organization set up to strengthen the creativity of grassroots inventors, innovators and ecopreneurs. Eventually through National Innovation Foundation (NIF), Remya’s work got coverage in Outlook magazine, Discovery channel and NDTV. In 2003, with support from NIF, she acquired the national patent for her machine. In 2005 she won the award for the best innovation among 25,000 entries at the NIF’s Third National Grassroots Technological Innovations and Traditional Knowledge competition. The 2005 article in Outlook goes on to state that, “if the washing machine patent is accepted, she hopes she will have enough funds to pursue an electronics engineering degree in a reputed college.

So far so good. I was still not coming across articles about whether Remya was able to successfully commercialize her innovation. As I kept searching, I ran into a blog post by Rahul Brown on ‘India’s National Innovation Foundation and Honeybee Network’, dated May 23 2008. Rahul Brown states that though NIF helped Remya patent her intellectual property, the redesigned washing machine by NIF went on to cost Rs. 3,000 compared to the original Rs. 1,500 for Remya’s initial design thus making it unattractive against low end electric washing machines available in India at that time. Also NIF’s licensing agreement with Remya introduced another layer of cost into the final price of the washing machine. Rahul goes on to argue that NIF’s processes might in a way be detrimental to the wide spread commercialization of the very grass-root innovations that they are trying to promote. By Rahul’s account, looks like the ‘Pedal Operated Washing Machine’ did not have huge commercial success.

So what happened to the young innovator Remya Jose? Remya eventually went on to be an engineering graduate. An April 16, 2010 article from India Today provides a very grim picture. Quoted from India Today, ‘Though she received much acclaim for her invention, there weren’t many takers for it as it wasn’t considered commercially viable. She has gone to the UAE now with her uncle to look for a job. Showing the bundle of certificates and prizes Jose has won during her student days for various innovations, her father Joseph laments; “What’s the use of all this if she cannot find a decent job in her country?” India needs to answer this disappointed father.’ I felt very sad on reading this: Is this a story of a teenage innovator whose hopes were dashed?

I continued my search on the web to find out what Remya is currently doing. I landed on Remya Jose’s page on INKtalks where she is listed as a fellow and serial innovator (hurray!!!). The page stated that, ‘Remya works at National Innovation Foundation, Ahmedabad, and is responsible for many other innovations.’ I checked NIF’s site but could not find Remya’s profile as an employee, though I was able to see details of her innovation. I once again started searching on the internet on where Remya is currently working and landed on this LinkedIn profile of Remya Jose. Remya works in UAE as a project coordinator with Petrofac. The profile does not list her roots from Kerala, India (School or College). So, is this Remya Jose of that I was looking for? I could not figure out from the photograph. I am assuming this is our teenage innovator based on these three facts from the LinkedIn profile page: 1. Remya is working in UAE (her father said she went to UAE to look for jobs), 2. Between 2010 and 2012, a stint with National Innovation Foundation (NIF) as research engineer (INKtalks profile stated that she worked with NIF) and 3. Most important of all, a mention about her ‘Washing Cum Exercise Machine’ on the profile page.

I am not sure whether to be happy that Remya is working in a reputed company abroad or be sad about the fact that a young innovator from India who could have gone on to become a successful entrepreneur in India itself, is working in another country. So much has happened in Remya’s life and to her innovation (listen to what she wants to become and what her father wanted to do with the money from commercializing this product) since 2005 when her story stated appearing in Indian media and yet only in November 2014, a lot of Urban Indians (through social media) are feeling happy about a 14 year old girl who invented a pedal operated washing machine and won a national award for it. Incidentally the washing machine on this Facebook page is slightly different from the one featured on NIF Page. And so, the young innovator from Kerala who is currently working as Project Coordinator in UAE still continues to remain (in our social media) a 14 year old girl who invented this pedal operated washing machine.

The Two Best Insurance Products

The two best insurance products in this world are not sold by insurance companies. No, they are not sold by multinational banks either. The government is in no way related to these insurance products. Some of the best minds in economics or finance have got nothing to do with these insurance products.

These two insurance products give the best possible protection in the long term, not only for ourselves but also for our families. So, where can we buy these insurance products? None of us can buy these insurance products anywhere. But we can invest in them. We can invest in these two insurance products at our very own home.

The Two Best Insurance Products are:

  1. Our own (life-long) education
  2. Our Children with the right outlook towards life and right skillsets required for life

So, how much money do we need to invest in them? When it comes to these two insurance products, the primary investment required is not money but our time and effort. We need to invest our time and effort in our continuing education as well as in bringing up our children the right way. Keep in mind these are not one time investment plans but systematic involvement plans (SIP).

Are you investing enough in these two?