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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happiness. It is 1:50 AM, and this post is a repercussion of 4 shots of vodka and some amazingly blended sutta aka cigarettes. The term happiness is as elusive as the beautiful girl I don’t let my eyes off during the Lsquare parties in my college. For long, I have held a linear view on happiness. I always thought of it as a function of some definite variables in life, which when attains an optimum value will finally help me break or reach the happiness threshold. But every time I try to reach this threshold of happiness some new unknown variables get added to the function and put me off limit.&amp;nbsp;After-all, what can a B school student aspire for in life? Fame, Grade, Good Placements, Love. Oh wait, did I mention love? Why does it have to appear in anything and everything in life? I don’t know. Even when I try not to, it keeps on appearing in every aspect of my life. For the other elements can be attained through your efforts but love is something that happens and is truly an unknown random variable over which we don’t have any influence over. After much of pondering I have realized that to attain a true level of happiness you need all elements in good proportion and to complete it you need a bare minimum value of the random variable called love. Surely, life still goes on without this variable. You still would get happiness. Just increase the importance of other variables in life. Mathematically speaking, this will not give an optimum solution. To put things in perspective, unless we have bare minimum quantity of everything in life we cannot arrive at true happiness. Our happiness value will always tend towards the optimum value but never really near it. Happiness will always remain elusive. The feeling then is different. You might have everything&amp;nbsp;you've&amp;nbsp;ever yearned for but still have a feeling of emptiness. But ain't this happiness function different for different individuals. It surely is. I have just put a perspective to my thoughts on this post. Whatever be the variables that define your happiness, identify them and strive towards increasing their values. Their lies the true happiness. I ain't any person who is seeking the eternal truth in this world. As our&amp;nbsp;understanding&amp;nbsp;on life and its true objective improves, we would need lesser variables to attain happiness and these variables would be very much under our control. I still have to begin that journey so I have to carry a burden of too many variables to keep. It surely is tough and so shall be shown in my efforts. I wish, hearts would have listened instead of head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-293948320488378314?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I pulled the blanket over my legs that were left uncovered. For I could feel the chill in the air touching my feet. Somewhere I had left some part of the window in my room unclosed. Not a big room though, my college hostel room means a world to me. A-216 and F-204 will remain in my memories forever. No, no don’t doubt my modesty. I never intended to say someday I would sit back and reflect upon this room where all the so called dreams were hatched. Never, for I don’t know how life is going to unwind right next moment. Ok, let me come back to the present. Bangalore weather is getting sexier day by day. I, for one, never feel the urge to get up from my new Kurlon double mattress with extra spring bed, whatever the occasion is. I leave it up to my friends to wake me up for an exam or class. My midterm exams got over yesterday and I stay put lazily in my bed till 11:22 AM. When the realization dawned that the whole world is probably awake and busy with their chores, I should at least make good use of the time. As I woke up, still on my bed, I started thinking “Ab kya karna hain?”, which translated to English means, “What should I do now”. My mid terms were over; this is my last term. I was in the best management institution that one could ask for, had landed a job in big 4, what else? Somewhere, something was missing. I somehow felt an awning gap somewhere. The answer followed from a conversation that I had with a friend of mine yesterday. I need to un-clutter all bookish learning and go somewhere to live and experience it firsthand. No am not talking for another internship. I think I have a fair idea of where I want to go after my exams are over. I have good 3 months time before I join my new company. Tillonia, that’s where I want to spend time and other such places. I don’t know and I don’t have any agenda. I plan to visit parts of our country that doesn’t appear or any tourist map, see the people, speak with them, see their innovation and learn from them. &amp;nbsp;As of now all I know is this. Maybe 2 months down the line, I will check if this gap has been filled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-4806055590422718293?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You held me speechless all along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;From long back when you were gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To days back when I was reborn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You’ve always stayed far but never apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Meeting you again in life was a thought apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Life had its ways and our paths once met&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;That moment still holds me in astonishment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;From that day to this moment all new&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;These are the words I have plucked for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You blew me off the first day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;And your eyes lit my life everyday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your smile made my worries vanish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I always recollect them when my happiness famish&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To this day and this very moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I can only craft these statements&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;There are words yet to be said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’ll wait for that while with all due respect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I just hope that am continued to be held speechless&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My words will &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8924755334384459759&amp;amp;postID=789927065729739406" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be there for you nonetheless…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Andalus, serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-789927065729739406?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, as the first 30 minutes of Indian innings progressed, I found uncanny similarity between my first faint recollection of the 1996 match between India and Sri Lanka at the Eden Gardens. As our innings faltered and Kambli put up the sole resistance against the mighty Ranatungas and De Silvas, I sat at a corner and cried the night out. Today too the situation had an eerie similarity. The Ranatungas and DeSilvas were replaced by Jayewardene’s and Sangakaraas. The Indian chase faltered in a very striking fashion. Everything looked the same except for one thing, India and its Indianness. We have really come a long way. The coyness has been replaced by aggression. Optimism has replaced struggle. "Can we do it" has been replaced by “We can do it". No matter the initial fall of the precious wickets, we were witness to some of the finest innings in the history of cricket. What swept me off was the patience and mental strength that was displayed by both Dhoni and Gambhir under pressure. Many of us spend a lifetime to live up to the expectations of a single person. Imagine living up to the expectation of a billion plus people. For the 3 hours of Indian innings I was stuck to the same position without flipping. Almost petrified initially then later held back by the crept-in superstition about retaining the status-quo as our innings was built brick and mortar by Gambhir and Virat. How often have we discussed and written off Dhoni in this World Cup criticizing his batting. We often raised this question that, “Is it really that Dhoni is so good a captain or just that he has landed a very good team to play with?" Today, the most understated captain of all time simply silenced a generation by coming up the order and taking the responsibility on his shoulders. He took it on him and he did it in style. How often do we fail to see the genius of a person behind the veils of our ignorance? Today they proved them all wrong. Today they rescripted the World Cup Final history. Never before a team with a player's hundred in the finals have lost the finals. Today they did. In the end, I still cried, but this time and probably for the first time ever, I was happy to let my tears flow by. We have arrived. This goes out as a tribute to our little master. The GOD himself!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-1254678909701541830?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y837Cxbo2AA/TZGM60EEDoI/AAAAAAAAALo/5CP8foSXodM/s1600/Confusion.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y837Cxbo2AA/TZGM60EEDoI/AAAAAAAAALo/5CP8foSXodM/s200/Confusion.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They, in fact all so called, self-declared greats and the actual greats, say that as you grow so does your clarity on life. But in my case, I find things getting hazier than ever or that my perspective on things has changed so much in the last six months that instead of getting clearer they are getting hazier. After all it leads me to think every time I compare myself with what I was six months back. Not that I have changed but my thinking has. Being born in a conservative Hindu family brings along a set of unasked baggage. Some of them worth carrying throughout your life and others best disposed as soon as you find a suitable place to. Naturally, things we learn in childhood are in black and white, either Good or Bad. It is only life’s experience that has taught me why some good things are bad and some bad things are good at times. This has caused all the blurring and with life's so called uncertainty which is fairly far from Heisenberg’s realm, things don’t get any sweeter. One thing that I have learnt and maybe one of the most intangible and yet valuable lessons outside my MBA classes is that there is no point trying to steer your life because no one can. The best we can do is to shape things up as things shape up. &amp;nbsp;I do not know how much sense it makes for am writing after a hiatus of nearly 8 months. With the sun outside shining bright and humidity getting the better of you in Mumbai, it makes sense for me to be indoors and revive my stupidity and the vestigial intellectual remnants through my blog. Will keep it updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-2198240759159088360?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brilliant! To say the least. The writer-director, Christopher Nolan, has conceptualized the movie in his mind so well that on screen it merely seems as a seamless rendition of his thoughts, rather dreams. Dream sharing or multi stage dreaming has only been spoken of very randomly till date but Inception is a breakthrough in this genre of movies. Unlike Matrix and other movies, Inception though equally complex manages to keep the audience engrossed till the end and ensures complete flow of understanding throughout each events as they transpire in the movie. Moving from dream extractor to dream implanter,Rob- the main protagonist has done a very sharp role. I do not think I am qualified enough to comment anymore. Nolan is one director, whom I admire and especially more after Inception. Having watched Matrix, Hypercube, Cube, and others, Inception has everything blended into it. I am sure, we would have more of this to come. The wait would definitely be worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-4047926772086238071?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Welcome !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-8173181327464447980?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I read the news about children dying of hunger and politicians blaming the monsoon for lack of food&lt;br /&gt;
When millions of tons of foodgrains are getting wasted in our granaries.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I see the street dweller divide his only bread amongst his children and go hungry himself&lt;br /&gt;
When the glass pane of the luxury car's window is rolled down and food is disposed away in the dustbin for the dogs to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I and my friends talk big things about poverty alleviation and the importance of food&lt;br /&gt;
When we order our food and without any remorse throw away the extra food that we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I read about the ultra luxurious wards in private hospital where people book a place for medical excuses&lt;br /&gt;
When&amp;nbsp;a government hospital is in complete shambles&amp;nbsp;without anyone to attend to the dying patients.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I read&amp;nbsp;aplenty about the&amp;nbsp;entrepreneurs who have shaped our country and their achievements&lt;br /&gt;
When I find only a few of the youngsters&amp;nbsp;even willing to go that way&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it&amp;nbsp;ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I go on&amp;nbsp;a shopping spree and spend 10k on a set of&amp;nbsp;clothes&lt;br /&gt;
When I&amp;nbsp;find a person happily telling&amp;nbsp;his fellow commuter how&amp;nbsp;he plans to manage a family of six with&amp;nbsp;his 4k income&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I see my food home delievered any time of the day&lt;br /&gt;
When the guy who delivers my food waits till the night to have the food by the street side for a few bucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I see and read about hundreds of children dying for they cannot afford food for even a single time a day&lt;br /&gt;
When I see thousands of obese people wasting another thousands on the gym to bring down their weight&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I sit in the air conditioned confines of my car and discuss how fast my city is developing&lt;br /&gt;
When I see hundreds hanging out in the bus, holding on their breath and stampeding to get to their destination&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I blame each and every political outfit just before elections for the shoddy performance they put up&lt;br /&gt;
When I, for myself, don't bother what I do for the society&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I read each day about the property rates shooting up&lt;br /&gt;
When the value of human lives are falling at a much faster rate&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn't it ironical ?&lt;br /&gt;
I speak about creating millions of dollars from a new business plan&lt;br /&gt;
When I do not understand the value of a single rupee&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think this world is too complicated to live in. If there is any complexity in this world and the way it runs it has been introduced by us. At times I wonder, can't we make our living a bit simpler so that at least no one sleeps without food, a roof under the head or a blanket to protect from cold weather. I am not an advocate of socialism because my belief in capitalism is far deep entrenched. I am a firm believer in entrepreneurial skills and I think that is the only way to take our country forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of hunting&amp;nbsp;a million dollar job, I shall rather create an avenue for hundred others to earn and make a living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-5785161495458167088?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, he began the much anticipated extraction process. I tried to put a brave smile but my anxiety oozed out like sugarcane between cogs. Then came the localized anesthesia which deadened one side of my jaw completely.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dentist had to struggle for good 30 minutes to get rid of that tooth completely. Now I understand why people say that I have a deep rooted wisdom. The anesthetic effect lasted for good 5 hours and now when I am blogging, the effect still remains, albeit at a much subdued level. I had to give bhajias a miss today as the dentist prevented me from having anything hot and solid till tomorrow noon. It seems I will have to do with the usual mango juice and bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till then, Bon appétit to me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-951281144458142390?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Till not so long ago, I was a firm believer in planning things ahead in my life. I always thought that our lives should be carried on as per planned. This axiom held true till a certain time in my life and it was only thereafter that I was exposed to the non linearity in my life. I had umpteen events and experiences that I went through in the past 5 years that strengthened my belief that nothing works as per plans. If we believe in plans A, B and C, we might encounter X, Y and Z instead. As of now, I have learnt to deal with this strange but true concept and so far have been successful to step out of myself and enjoy how different facets evolve in my life. I just do what is best for me at any given point in time. There can be no better way to emphasize the axiom that "Sum of parts is greater than the whole". I am just enjoying this non linearity in my life. So it is no more straight line for me, I have generalized it to curves. After all, even straight lines are curves with zero curvature. &lt;br /&gt;
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Stepping out a bit, from stock market indices to our GDPs, we cannot find a perfect extrapolation from historical data that would lead us to say for sure that things would work out in an expected manner.&lt;br /&gt;
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As one of my professional mentors said, "Just stand out and watch your life unfold. Don't just remain a mute spectator, live it." We cannot find a better analogy to the theory of evolution than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-1768993464252084880?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The last budget set a cautiously optimistic perception on India Inc and the common man. This year, I believe, we must look ahead at an 9-10% GDP growth rate in addition to containing fiscal deficit. Greece must have been bailed out by other EU nations and organisations but we need to set a strong eye on reducing our deficit which is 10.3% of GDP, both centre and states combined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly appreciate the social sector schemes such as NREGA and others that were outlayed last year and this year we need to look at strengthening the structural implementation of these schemes to make them more effective. Some states have already started implementing Biiometrics and other technologically effective delivery mechanism and it will bear fruits over the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revenue generation- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current move to deregulate non-urea fertiliser prices shall also lead to efficient utilisation of fertiliser resources. In addition to this, we should also be looking at removing subsidies where ever possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aditionally, with the introduction of GST, we can look forward to removal of unwanted indirect taxes and allow both state and central government to share the income from taxes appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a welcome step that the the stakes in PSUs are being reduced through the slew of FPOs these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should accelerate the process of spectrum allocation as the earned income shall help cut down the fiscal deficit to quite some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infrastructure-&lt;/strong&gt; Infrastructure is another area which needs increased attention. We need to increase the number of kms of Roads added daily if we have to achieve a faster growth rate. Connectivity would be a key factor in bridging the urban rural divide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agriculture-&lt;/strong&gt; One area where we should be focussing at extensively is the agricultural sector. If we have to achieve self sufficiency in food grain production we have to start looking at ways to increase our farm, per/acre productivity. Dependency on monsoon leads to heavy fluctations is food prices as seen last year. We should look at ways to replenish our ground water and other water resources. Investment in agri research should also be encouraged. Establishing these agri universities at rural areas shall encourage better participation from both rural and urban population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education- &lt;/strong&gt;Instead of adding additional revenue into the existing educational schemes, we should look at making the implementation efficient and plugging any leakages. Additionally, getting institutes of higer learning from abroad and making provisions for them to set up campuses in India. This would reduce brain drain drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rolling out Stimulus Package-&lt;/strong&gt; My belief is that the stimulus package needs to be rolled out in a systematic and in a phased manner. Not all sectors have shown great recovery signs and hence the responsiveness of each sector should be taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inflation needs to be checked and for this any supply side deficits neeeds to be addressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manufacturing-&lt;/strong&gt; This is one sector that shall shape India in the coming decades. It is high time we strengthen our manufacturing sector just as we strengthened our Sevices sector. We cannot remain dependent on foreign technologies and machineries for crucial applications. To make this happen we need to incentivise this sector by extending any tax holidays and increasing the R&amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FDI- &lt;/strong&gt;In continuanace with the opening up of FDI in certain sectors we should look at opening up FDI in non critical sectors to foreign players to make it perfectly competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tourism &amp; Sports-&lt;/strong&gt; In view of major international events happenning in our country, it is high time we start producing international champions and make the way up to the medals tally. We clearly lack major sports institutions and facilities of international level. The government on its part should encourage youth towards sports and ensure that it is branded and promoted at a very high level. This would attract talents from across the country: people who otherwise do not enter or leave sport at an early stage as it doesn't provide a sustained source of income. One major step towards this would be creating increased awareness about sports at grassroot level amongst schools and colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athithi Devo Bhava has been the cornerstone of our culture and we need to take it across the world. The world and national heritage sites across the country needs increased funding and needs world class facilities to handle the inflow of tourists from across the globe. In addition to this, opening up world class theme parks &amp; SEZs through PPP shall ensure that the issues with land acquisition and allocation are handled much more effectively and attract investments for the government and provide employment opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defence and Pharma sector needs increased revenues for R&amp;D and mordernisation process and we need to reduce our dependence on foreign countries for acquisitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power sector-&lt;/strong&gt; With the advent and opening up of Nuclear sector and end of Nuclear apartheid, we need to catalyse on this opportunity. Hydro and Thermal power still remains as the main source of power generation in our country and would remain so for some more time. We need to allocate funds or set up a governing body to look at and reduce the transmission line and distribution wastages. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health Sector- &lt;/strong&gt; This is one area that needs the most increased attention. With the population base that we have, we need to quickly plug this gap. Providing world class health facilities at an affordable cost needs to be our mainstay. Medical tourism is another allied area that shows very good promise and shall continue if we were to increase the resources allocated to the health sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintaining the ecological resources of the country and replenishing them shall remain very crucial.Reviving the population of endangered species and maintaining the flora and fauna should also be one of the main focus areas in the upcoming budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the main areas I could arrive at with suggestions. I am sure that Budget is much more than these and many areas and the interdependencies needs to be looked into. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only going to grow stronger from here on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8924755334384459759-5874055162198794032?l=shiningmetaphor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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