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Carto-mobile Engineering.

aryankris — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 07:11:36 +0000

It was a Thursday afternoon, I thought I would jus drop by a foodstuff shop to grab a drink to quench my thirst. There was ample parking space and neatly fitted my car into one of the allocated spaces, got a drink n started sipping in those drops like a mad animal who has been wandering for water for days. A very sporty looking SUV came by and parked next to my jalopy. The guy got out and steamed inside the shop. Now something really made me look at him up and down like a child lost in Disney land. He was all fine but it’s the car, not because it’s a very extravagant sports car but he has left his engine running and took his on sweet time to get back. I just wished if this was someplace in India. I’m sure he wouldn’t find the car in the next wink of his eye. Well I was jus wondering how much fuel he would be wasting where fuel prices are getting expensive day by day and production has decreased due to the downfall of the economy. I can remember my neighbor who ended up substituting his car for a bike to office due to the sky high rise in prices of fuel in India. The rise can be compared to the tall buildings visible in New York, Dubai or any cosmopolitan city for that matter. It may not be the same here but my chimera takes me to the wildest of all imaginations like what if the prediction given by geologists that oil would be available for the next forty years only to only next week!! Well if its next week oil prices would be much more expensive than an airline ticket would cost you to and fro. Well let it be compared in sync with the costliest diamond. What would people travel in? For the next one week people driving cars would be regarded as billionaires no matter what car they drive on the roads or be it even some debris of some old 1940’s Opel. But the week after that even they would be put to shame. The country’s only farmers who once used to hide their bullock carts and carts pulled by the domestic animals in compunction would be the one’s who wouldn’t be worried about. To who once using the road was forbidden, would rule the roads. We would end up having bullock-taxi’s, donkey-cab’s and so on. Just like how we have the fastest cars like buggati veron and Porsche to name a few the carts pulled by horses would join that league in that era and would be regarded as the fastest ever. The once lost tradition of manufacturing carts business would swing up in boom. Car showrooms would make al the space they have to showcase new carts of varying sizes and designs to cater to the customer needs. They would be even more expensive than cars so from then people owning carts would be regarded as the wealthy lot. Forbes list of the richest people would completely overturn and cart manufactures and people associated with the production of cart accessories would be substituting those places.

Youngsters would be cursing their self for the amount of fuel they have wasted on by un-necessary acceleration and speeding and not switching of their cars while parked for a while since they will miss all the fun of driving a car with their date. The next generation would hardly know how it feels to be inside a car. The carts of the era would come fully equipped with a fan surrogating the air conditioners in the cars and also with a air horn. They would be having electric lights as head lamps powered by a dynamo which would be connected to the wheel of the carts jus like how the light works in a bicycle. The same power generated would be used to play a music system. Managers and CEO’s would be coming to office and meetings on them (I just can’t wait to see how my CEO fits in that) and sales people would have to travel on a bicycle which would be a tiring task. Getting a promotion would not only enable them a hike in a salary but also the possibility of getting a car oops I mean a cart! People would start working hard to earn that extra penny and promotion to avail the offer of getting a cart just like how people now are least bothered about wasting oil and look out for new cars. Major car manufactures would end up re-branding their names as Toyocart, Porschcart, Lambocart, Mercedocart, Chevycart, Chryslecart, Lexcart and so on. It would be fun to see TV advertisements showcasing the latest carts in town. I just can’t wait to hear how they describe the features and what would be used for technical terms like horsepower brakes and so on. Petrol stations would be a place where carts can be serviced and surprisingly we would them selling hay and grass which would be the fuel for the poor animal pulling the cart. Agriculture would reach greater heights and the green revolution which happens to be a dumb and deaf language would now be echoed to every corner of the world.

Norman Borlaug and M.S Swaminathan who started the green revolution in Mexico and India respectively in the late 40’s would be regarded as the father of the era’s fuel generators. University’s would bring up a new courses on cartomobile engineering just like automobile engineering and we would have diploma, bachelors, masters and PhDs in them leaving no stone unturned. Farmers and owners of carts for decades would be giving guest lectures and act as visiting faculties in universities about the mechanism of how cart’s work and run. I’m sure it would be pretty hilarious but we are laughing at our own stupidity. Only if we save this very fuel today this won’t happen tomorrow and it would just be a mere wild dream. We aren’t still late infact and been humans we can act immediately to make that 40 years to 120 years by saving all we can. This not only goes for fuel but all kinds of wastages we do today like electricity, water, nature and so on. Everything is a chain reaction and if one fails the next on the table would surely collide before you could wink. This is truly a fuel for thought as Andrew Carnegie say’s “It is the fuel that allows common people to attain uncommon results.”

How fair( fool ) are you??

aryankris — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 11:58:05 +0000

A very beautiful dressed gal walks in the middle of a empty cricket pitch n digs her finger into the pitch to check how it is and then a pink cloth moves on the screen and flashback , the same lady is shown in black and white video standing on her balcony and giving a running commentary on the kids in her block playing cricket and then she mutes the TV commentary n rolls a magazine cylindrically imagining it as a mike and gives a commentary now on real-time players and den her mom substitutes the magazine with a fair and lovely packet and after 2 seconds you can see her sitting next to krish srikanth n joining him in the commentary box and in the end of the game she is flanked by fans and asking for her autograph which out numbers the fans the players normally have.

Another one goes like this “he comes home disgusted and frustrated .Her father, a retired government official, sipping on his hot tea says to his wife “I wish i had a son”. She overhears the conversation as she enters .Without any reaction she walks into the room, throws the bag on her unkempt table. As tears trickle down her cheeks thinking about her rejection, she looks into the mirror cursing her skin colour. An ad from the television distracts her, thus giving the solution to her problem. The next thing you see is a fair lady, closely resembling her, wearing a pink outfit entering into an air-hostess academy. Everybody is bewildered by her looks and the girl gets the job making her dad proud”.
Thanks to the fairness cream.
The above mentioned snippet is a fairness cream advertisement. I am sure many of us remember these funny, lame ads. The stereotypic being the one in which an educated girl proposed for marriage is not liked by the boy because she is not fair. But after few applications of a fairness cream she becomes fair and she is liked by the boy. How meaningless can that get? SOMETHING NEW ABOUT WHAT CLIENTS SAY FOR DE CREAM?
Fairness Cream for women was not enough that it has been introduced for men, also. The ads are even lamer. A tall, dark and handsome guy approaches a girl to ask her out. The girl clearly rejects him because he is not fair. But after the application of skin whitening cream which has something called as “multiplier effect” he can make a choice among the various other girls. For God sake, whom are they fooling? (I know majority are being bought this way).And what on earth is the “multiplier effect”? Surveys have proved that whitening cream as such is not even a pharmaceutical product. They are just a Business strategy affecting the lower layers of the pyramid.
It is even more hurting to see celebrities becoming brand ambassadors for such products. Hope they wake up and use their stardom the right way. These ads are encouraging apartheid and some serious actions have to taken against them, to curb them. This is not the first time that a finger has been pointed to the fairness cream firms. But since it is a free market with people having the right to buy what they want, not much can be done. How many of us are willing to use consumer-rights court to fight it out? It is however; socially desirable to put some constraints on free marketing of Fairness creams since private profits are over-shadowing public interests.
P.S. Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless: peacocks and lilies, for instance. ~ John Ruskin, the Stones of Venice [ This article was published in the Y magazine July 14th,2009 ]

Flavours of the Past

aryankris — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 09:36:45 +0000

It was a bright Sunday morning after the last night’s heavy rain. I was woken up by the sun rays hitting me hard giving me the warmth, off the last night’s turbulent weather. I sat out on the portico on my chaise lounge and started scanning the morning paper as usual. I was awestruck when the page3 media report mentioned that Nambi Kumari did not cut a cake on her birthday but spent the entire night dancing with her friends gregariously and manoeuvring her moves. I checked the name again, this time my eyes wide open (popping out), it was Nambi, a model and a starlet. The name intrigued me and brought back memories of my grandmother, Nambi Ammal, who grew up in a remote village and use to do farming and raised everyone in the family selling cow milk and vegetables that grew in her farm. I was also familiar with the by-line of a Chennai RJ, Meena Kumari, which happens to be one of my great distant aunts in the 1970’s.It was a clear indication that names which were popular decades back are now in fashion. No wonder Elvis Presley’s style of dressing is preached by many fashion designers even today jus for the sake of his name.

Folks in Tamil-Nadu love their language so much that they name their wards as Tamil Selvi, Tamil aarasan and so on showing their patriotism towards the language. I used to wonder if I will ever come across names of people like Pandian, chellama, Essakiammal in my life again if not in India at least elsewhere. But now I can spot so many of such names in a click of a mouse and most of them are great achievers and some might be spotteIt was a bright Sunday morning after the last night’s heavy rain. I was woken up by the sun rays hitting me hard giving me the warmth, off the last night’s turbulent weather. I sat out on the portico on my chaise lounge and started scanning the morning paper as usual. I was awestruck when the page3 media report mentioned that Nambi Kumari did not cut a cake on her birthday but spent the entire night dancing with her friends gregariously and manoeuvring her moves. I checked the name again, this time my eyes wide open (popping out), it was Nambi, a model and a starlet. The name intrigued me and brought back memories of my grandmother, Nambi Ammal, who grew up in a remote village and use to do farming and raised everyone in the family selling cow milk and vegetables that grew in her farm. I was also familiar with the by-line of a Chennai RJ, Meena Kumari, which happens to be one of my great distant aunts in the 1970’s.It was a clear indication that names which were popular decades back are now in fashion. No wonder Elvis Presley’s style of dressing is preached by many fashion designers even today jus for the sake of his name.

Folks in Tamil-Nadu love their language so much that they name their wards as Tamil Selvi, Tamil aarasan and so on showing their patriotism towards the language. I used to wonder if I will ever come across names of people like Pandian, chellama, Essakiammal in my life again if not in India at least elsewhere. But now I can spot so many of such names in a click of a mouse and most of them are great achievers and some might be spotted in the most happening night club’s!! Check your orkut, facebook or any other social networking site you will find loads of alamelu’s, Pankajam’s, Apeethakujambal’s. Mind you I knew an Alamelu I my ancestral village who never went to school who earned here bread by selling fish, but an alamelu in ma facebook shows that she is doing her masters in astro-physics in Harvard’s. FISH!!! Now that really raises your eye-brows up. People with such names have bumped me in the most happening clubs, bars , resorts and so on and every time I hear their name I’m like am I in the 1970’s or the ‘09. People mostly end up naming with the present day stars of Hollywood and Bollywood or people whom they inspire.

Unlike the Britishers, who had to be satisfied with their Jane, Elizabeth, Mary or Katherine, there is something charming with our traditional and historical names. When I hear the name Lakshmi Bhai it reminds of heroism and bravery.

People have also given twists and short forms to their names just to adapt to the environment a person by the name Krishnamurthy in India when travelled to the west is known as Krish, we have our own Krishnaachary Srikanth the yesteryear cricketer or India who still calls himself as Kris Srikanth. Take my name Ayyappan Krishnan I’m at times called by the name Kris by a small group of friends too. Well next time I go for a baby naming function I’m sure to spill these beans out there.[ This article was published in the Y magazine June 16th ]d in the most happening night club’s!! Check your orkut, facebook or any other social networking site you will find loads of alamelu’s, Pankajam’s, Apeethakujambal’s. Mind you I knew an Alamelu I my ancestral village who never went to school who earned here bread by selling fish, but an alamelu in ma facebook shows that she is doing her masters in astro-physics in Harvard’s. FISH!!! Now that really raises your eye-brows up. People with such names have bumped me in the most happening clubs, bars , resorts and so on and every time I hear their name I’m like am I in the 1970’s or the ‘09. People mostly end up naming with the present day stars of Hollywood and Bollywood or people whom they inspire.

It’s okay to CRY

aryankris — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 08:15:41 +0000

To live a healthy life you have to have a sound body sound thinking and asound family after all everything starts and ends with the family but don forget above all you need to have a sound emotional balance too. Promising a child for a candy and later on denying it would naturally put the poor soul into tears. Let him do the crying till his mind cools down. This tune of the mind, if blocked, can explode elsewhere in the body. How many times have we heard the same old thing again and again from sensible friends and relatives to “get over it soon” when we experience the loss of someone or something? Any kind of loss be it disappointment, the ending of something, break-up with a partner and the death of someone close warrants proper grieving. We can’t get over something quickly but needs time and can be done progressively. Moving on doesn’t mean forgetting, nor does it mean shutting out from memory what has happened. It is not the burying of the past and carrying on with life, because it is humanly impossible to forget significant occurrences in one’s life. What is significant for one need not be for another and of the most damaging ways to ask a person to ‘move on’ is to dilute the significance of the occurrence. But why do we always end up to square one with the same old lines asking others to move on. Is it because we are ill at ease with emotions and to most grief has been defined as a bad and negative emotion, well I don’t see that in the dictionary. With such baseless ideas people tremble to emote and sharing bond breaks there and now it has become something to be embarrassed or ashamed of. It’s not depression but sadness where people appraise their loss and comprehend the disadvantages that accrue. It’s always better to cry out and express your anger so that things don get worse later on. Young people don’t have an idea of what to do and fatefully end up lives thinking that’s the only solution. People come up saying they just got so frustrated and don’t want to live anymore amid all the chaos. They have to sit and grieve so that their inner feelings about the issue flows out and releases from them giving them space to think about a new solution that can be infused to tackle the problem rather than saying “I wanna end up ma life”. So a person who brought pleasure to your life and who is no more may bring some barrenness for you. You’ll miss her, be sentimental about the good times and reminisce about the bonds you shared. Unexpected separation like the death of a loved one can take some more time. Nudging them to some kind of physical activity is a good way to release tension. Learning to distinguish normal grief responses like sadness, pain, anger bouts of crying and a depressed mood will make things better in the long run. Well grieving is not a problem its good as long as it does not become depression, it retains the healthiest part of being human-being emoting.

Is Your Coffee Wifi’ed ??

aryankris — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 10:12:37 +0000

My dads being residing in Muscat for the past 32 yrs and still counting ,as of me I did my schooling here and got down to Chennai for my bachelors and now back in Muscat job hunting. The last trip was 5 yrs back and the Muscat at that time was something very much different from what it is now. I would forget my way back home due the sprouting of new giant flyovers, new roads, radars, signals and the disappearance of some wonderful roundabouts. This one-time bastion of bohemianism even sleaze, has transformed into a premium meeting and dining haunt for the glitterati of Muscat. The richly laid coffee shops of Shatti-Al-Qurm no wonder catch the attention of page3 editors with celebrities flocking in and around there.”We have to make sure that a person having 2 cups of coffee normally feels like having the 3rd and 4th cup as well. This develops our rapport with the customer and our business as well.” says the manager of one of the shops there. From warming up corporate meetings to gracing coffees of a diplomatic mission, the thousand-year-old beverage, coffee has really come a long way. In India tea and coffee are available at street-side shanties as well as five-star hotels. Back in India a typical tea coffee shop will have some three benches laid inside the shop which cannot be populated more than 7-9 people n two benches outside the shop depending on the area the shop is laid on and regulars over there wouldn’t have to be worried if they missed their last mornings or two days earlier newspaper as you will find them there lying and people gossiping about some issue that’s making a hot topic which ranges from cinema, sports, politics and goes on endlessly. Well the scenario over here back in Muscat now is mammoth different from the one in rural India. Enter the coffee bar, through 2nd Cup, a chain that now operates over a hundred outlets worldwide. With air-conditioned comfort and modern decor, it modelled itself after the US coffee chain, Starbucks. Then came a flood of coffee brands, such as Cafe’ Coffee day, Mocha and Costa Coffee, each vying to lure consumers with cappuccino, caramel, espresso, Americano, latte, Italiano and other flavours from around the world. Coffee has always been more than just a drink. It has long been the excuse for that first date – a hesitant, much-deliberated-over question for a teenager. It was also the fuel for intellectuals in the 1970s, who brought out anti-bourgeois literature, raised storms over injustices committed and vowed to change the world, all over a cup of coffee. Now, drinking coffee is a lifestyle statement. It is a wifi-connected chill out zone where you pay 10imes what the cup actually costs because in a whole new culture of disposable incomes and shrinking spaces, social life is like Prufrack’s, measured in coffee spoons.
Note:this article wasz published in de ‘Y’ magazine a weekly in Muscat,Oman

Stepping on to the Red Carpet.

aryankris — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:58:22 +0000

The Editor of " The Aryan Times ".

hey folks!!!!

Well salutations to all of you. This happens to be my first blog as of now in wordpress. This isn’t my first blog as i already have one in blogspot. i guess i have been pretty patriotic to blogspot that it never made me turn towards wordpress when i saw loads of bloggers shifting base to WordPress untill i saw what they really had.

Finally i have decided to give away my patriotic ode and go for something that can be branded as ” Quality ” and ” Presentation ” which is synomous to WordPress.

The first few blogs will be updated at the same time as i will be transferring them from blogspot. well just in case my blogspot address is www.aryankrisuntited.blogspot.com . That’s all for now folks!!!! Have fun, Cheers!!

Ayyappan Krishnan.