Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Future of outsourcing industries in India

BPO industries are observing the symptoms of weather change in India. According to a study conducted by a private news channel, the youth is anticipating a better career and life in other alternate sectors, like booming retail sector. Remember that night @ a call center, when Vroom lead and saved their extinction from their jobs. But, now opinion leaders like Vroom are opting out to quit US schedules or overnight work hours. US, it defines our fury as well as ambitions. A lucrative income source to economy from call centers is a source of saving money for western economies. That’s the basic of outsourcing and a win-win situation for both developing and developed economies. Similarly, Apparel export industry is a victim of suffering loss through Rupee Verses Dollar battle.

A vital clarification, there is a difference between importing and outsourcing. A premium product having equity and identification sent overseas is exported, e.g. Indian tea, unique crafts like sola-pith, Ponchampalli Sarees (which are also identified as Geographical Indications). But, a specified product shipped overseas in bulk by virtue of lower processing cost is classified as outsourced by the buyer. Apparel Exports and BPOs are outsourcing industries.

Call center or BPO industry, whether they are draining or damaging brains? An identity crisis for having inherited (Indian) and professional (American) names or speaking 8 hrs fluently in the accent for which one’s tongue was molded during his/her training modules.

Similarly Apparel export houses in North India get garments stitched through a rigorous run of 14-18 hrs at stretch. Here, compliance issues are shadowed under TOPSIA FIRE. (Topsia Tiljala belt in Kolkata is known for its leather tanneries and leather goods export business. As discovered, under extremely harsh working conditions surrounded by toxic chemicals, bonded-like labors are locked in factories where they work. A year ago, one such building caught fire and burnt all those who were locked inside.)

If todays symptoms evolve out into vast realities, the probable scene after 5-6 years would be like –

1. Similar symptoms will be observed for KPOs as we see with BPOs. Most of the today’s BPOs would have been converted to KPOs.

2. BPO industries doing well in smaller towns in India, giving opportunities for a global integration of small town youth. Indeed, professionally.

3. BPO industry flourishing in other SAARC countries like Bangladesh, Nepal, Maldives. Whereas today’s BPO business in Pakistan could observe similar symptoms as in India today.

4. In next 5-10 years telemarketers popping up on your mobile could be possibly calling you either from Nepal, Bhutan or Bangladesh.

5. SAARC ionization of Indian Languages esp. Hindi and Indian English

6. More legal immigration of SAARC citizens to India, supporting manpower requirement in outsourcing business.

7. Apparel export houses extensively catering to domestic players in retail.

8. Retailers outsourcing goods from other SAARC and African countries.

9. Boom in FMCG business with the boom in retail. Perpetual growth of mom and pop stores in India.

10. The sub-continent could emerge out as a self dependent eco-system of intra manufacturing and retailing.


Saturday, September 01, 2007

ChinKara- The endangered gezelle

Finally Salman returned his home with Katrina. This had been a long week with the news of Salman behind bars in Jodhpur. News channels covered every thing related to Salman, even the seat number 2A and words “Shukriya” addressed to fans from a balcony. it feels great to see so many people gathered to greet you at cost of some simple incentives.

By the way-

“ munh ki baat sune har koi, dil ke dard ko jane kaun; Awazo ke bazaaron mein Kahamoshi pehchane kaun”

This is what the chinkara community might express; if they had been given to express their views. I take this opportunity from our national news portals to enlighten us about CHINKARA.

Chinkara is a species of gazelle (a form of dear) that have the ability to attain high speeds for longer periods of time. Chinkara is classified as extremely vulnerable and endowed species in India. This had lead to extinction of cheetas in India. If there is a bottleneck in a food chain it leads to such results. This had been possible by virtue of poaching culture flourished in India since centuries. After independence the centuries long hobby sports is banned and wild life is legally preserved through sanctuaries.

The above link has a set of vital information, which our high TRP news channels could have referred to broadcast some intelligent contents through the idiot box.

But this issue doesn’t begins with Chinkaras and end with Salman Khan. In fact it begins with mankind verses animal-kinds; with a big (?) mark, whom to address beasts. The chinkara represents a herd of endangered species, threatened less by the predators in their food chain but more by the mankind. We ourselves as a community called mankind are predators. We kill those speechless; just for the sake of past-time, food, cosmetics, medicines, decoration, and fashion. Developing countries like India always had been sourcing destinations for the greedy eyes in western world. According to sources, illegal wildlife trade worth 10 billion USD.

Illegal hunting is defined as poaching. A simple fishing could be a crime if it is not the fishing season. Hunting had been a hobby sports across different cultures and civilizations, if we go through the pages of history. In Europe, during medieval times killing of deer (the royal animal) was termed illegal. This is one of the early laws made against poaching. During famines and peasants protecting their fields had been a reason for poaching in past. At present, increase in population and hence urban area protruding 360 degrees are major concerns for killing animals. Especially, adjoining villages near national parks and sanctuaries have such struggles where folks are concerned about their cattle and communities. One such struggle is sarcastically narrated with a Tiger’s perspective in a must read book A tiger for Malgudi As mentioned before, skins, furs and feather of rare species is fashion statement; giving all sorts of want-demand symphony to the illegal business.

Below is a list of popular animal products and their preys-

· Musk deer- cosmetics

· Elephant tusk for ivory

· Turtles for meat

· Rhino horns for aphrodisiac (well! There are herbs available for this)

· Tiger and leopard skin for fashion products

· Bird – pet trade and feather decoration

· Snake- leather industry

As known through the official website of project tiger; the number of tigers (or predators) represents the status of the entire eco-system. Since carnivorous are on the top of food chain and their existence enumerates existence of other attributes of the system. This had been a big reason for extinction of Cheetas from Indian soil; as chinkaras themselves vanished from the food link.

A deer with a 50 KMpH consistent running speed can survive to instantaneous velocity of 110 KMpH of a cheetah to prove the theory of struggle for existence. But how they both can withstand firing bullets and invisible traps which are alien attributes in the eco-system? Shouldn’t we realize to abhor this brutuality irrespective of overshadowing personalities?


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Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Most emotionally touching movie scenes

The struggle of a deaf and dumb to make it through to the national cricket team; It gives a sense of belongingness to see someone like Iqbal, delivering his first ODI delivery. The last scene of movie Iqbal is my personal favorite, rated as the most emotional movie scene I’ve ever seen. Last scene of the movie is a dream come true for a boy; who finally managed to break away the limitations set in society, walls of discrimination through family/ financial problems. This scene shows a huge crowd cheering up Indian cricket team against Pakistan in an ODI. Nasiruddin Shah, the personal coach of the boy in pavilion; Indian cricketers taking ground for fielding, crowd cheering up Iqbal Khan as a flag bearer of the legacy set by Zaheer and Pathan. Somewhere in the crowd is Iqbal‘s family. His father is also seen cheering for his lad, his mother with a peculiar emotional smile and Iqbal’s sister in full joy of seeing his brother on a big stage to perform. There are no dialogues in this scene, only the movie’s background is heard with a different tone.

Then comes the most beautiful instance of the movie, iqbal’s sister full of joy comes forward the the huge boundary fence, to get a closer view of the distant pitch where iqbal is all set to bowl his first ODI ball. While coming to the fence she is seen in full joy, laughing and cheering; but suddenly two drops of tears come to those lovely pair of eyes. That instance gives a complete flashback of what happened throughout 120 minutes of movie. The background theme music plays the role of catalyst and iqbal’s sister Tafiza acted her best; cheering up again after sweeping out tears of happiness. This instance of the scene conditions my mind as I’ve known Iqbal personally and I’m also that much happily emotional at that moment. Indeed, Tafija’s synthesis was perfectly screened to Iqbal’s thesis.

I believe Iqbal’s thesis is inspired from Santiago’s journey in the Alchemist. Santiago was a shephered, Iqbal too had to graze his buffalo’s daily. Santiago met The Alchemist in the oasis. Shreyas Talpade’s discovery of Nasiruddin as a former cricketer was like finding oasis in desert only. Loosing everything and finding alternate ways were indeed the alchemist’s way of transforming metal to gold. Like Santiago, Iqbal too had lucrative options to end up his dream for tangible and available benefits. Indeed, the whole Universe conspiracy to make one achieve his desperate dream supports all synthesis and thesis of TheAlchemist in Iqbal.

yaar DJ! Main to kuwara hi mar gaya” is another such emotional scene from movie Rang De Basanti. Sharman Joshi spoked the above quoted words to Amir Khan before dying due to bullets received on his chest. That guy was not that brave, but a real good humorous friend to the group. His death with a smile was inspirationally emotional.

That death was a martyr’s one, the movie had wonderful simulation of BhagatSingh’s time with the scene in 2005. This was an achievement for both the above movie directors, who first made the characters as someone one’s own; and then their achievement/tragedy gives an impact to some specific corners of heart.

The climax of Waqt- race against time; has the same emotional intensity. Akshaya Kumar; the irresponsible son asks people over National Television to donate one moment of their lives so that his father Amitabh can witness an important moment in his life. Altogether it was an innovative concept that someone survived few more moments before a pre-estimated departure from life. That Speech from AkshayaKumar; was another great touching climax. full creditable!

Friday, August 24, 2007

A Pilgrilm through mumbai continued....

I’ve got tried all conveyance options available between thane and Andheri. These days I use a combination of them. Indeed my favorite is local trains; when there is a bit of low rush. Local trains in Mumbai are fast and pollution free; and from childhood days I loved trains.
Trains have a wonderful level of fascination to people. I remember my childhood days; it was not that frequent for me to travel through train. Instances of train with red coaches ( by the way red coaches are on a merge of extinction, now 90% of trains are colored in shades of blue) at humayunpur and over-bridge railway crossing in Gorakhpur was a fascination to watch. Gazing and chasing railway tracks with occasional instances were filled in the boredoms of bus journeys. I remember one such rare journey between Barailley and Nainital; where a large sum of Kilometers of road was adjacent to meter gauge railway track. Irony to my life! I’ve never ever travelled in meter guage trains.

Back to the pilgrim in Mumbai! If you travel through any of the three nerves of Mumbai (harbor, Central or Western) during non-peak hours; it will be a complete paradise. My first experience to Mumbai local was such a good experience; when I took and changed Harbour Locals from Andheri till Kharghar in the summers of 2006. Got seat and eventually window seat, and was amaged to see Thane Creek before Vashi. That sea water was unexpected sight,by virtue of that much long rail and road bridge. By the way, an extension of Thane creek is seen from my home in Thane.

But Thane has its own Chowpatti, a lake which is visited by folks in evening time. This place has its name but better call it Thane Ka chowpatti. Thane ka chowpatti is near to railway station and these days an overbridge project is commissioned on one of its side. To add glory to its view it has two man made islands. The one in center can be reached through boat, and it looks fabulous in night when the green plantation of this island shines in yellow light. Each and every color of idols, decoration and plantation comes to life in the effect of yellow flashlights surrounded by opacity of lake water in night.

Thane is full of fabulous views, another such view is the mountain seen from my living room. Sanjay Gandhi National Park begins from this mountain only which is hardly a kilometer away (that point is Tikujini Wadi). One can see a big green velvet cover over the hill, this grassland, herbs and shrubs between rocks and trees add up a million dollar value to the beauty of the hill. There are many such mind blowing sights in Thane.

There is one hill in Vikhroli, which haunted me a year back when I was a traveler in Harbour line route. I used to wonder in which part of Mumbai is there a hill with so many lights. Over the eastern side of Hiranandani Gardens, there is a hill which is home to many people. During night, when these people switch on their lights, it appears as a mountain of lights; and viewed till greater distances like eastern expressway and Habour line (before Vashi) and from Airolli (Harbour Line). Between Thane and Airolli too there are many spectacular views.

The stretch of Powai Lake, which is stretched more by the traffic congestion during rush hours. Powai Lake reminds me about the great RamGarhTaal in Gorakhpur. The two great lakes that I’ve seen are NainiTaal and RamgarhTaal. Naini Taal is great because of its uniqueness which resembles an enormous natural glass of water; happened by virtue of mountains on all sides filled with underground and rain water sources. Greatness of RamgarhTaal in Gorakhpur is defined by its enormous stretch and depth, which I felt endless before I saw Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal at different instances.

The biggest problem of Mumbai is road traffic. There are few critical bottlenecks, like Kanjurmarg-Powai-SEEPZ road, connectivity between Ghatkopar and SakiNaka and Toll Naka on Eastern Express Way to name but three. This adds fury to commuters. The main reason for traffic congestion is unlimited commuters and variable width of roads. One can’t get 8 lanes everywhere. Mumbai is rapidly growing. It’s a big bang and will continue to be.
Be it local trains or roads, they are always filled with commuters who move from places to places. It is like a pilgrim only; the folks going for their jobs, duties and business are devotees only. Since, knowingly or unknowingly they are contributing towards the GDP of a nation. In spite of heavy rains and corresponding troubles, most of people don’t bunk their jobs. They conform to their duties.


img: view of Eden Woods/Thane Creek from my home's window

Sunday, August 05, 2007

A pilgrim through the roads of Mumbai

If it is asked what is sanity? I would say that for me sanity is the phenomenon of experiencing bliss through some set of activities. Surprisingly I achieve that when I stand on the doors of local trains in Mumbai. When the hairs feel the cushion of winds blowing through them, occasionally water drops from heaven kisses my cheekbone; these are the moments when I forget about my home and work. Those are the moments when I’m Rajeev alone. These are the winds of change, which change entire meanings of life. I don’t regret about pending works at office, or reaching home late witnessing the curse of urban traffic.

Through sharing auto-rikshas, buses and locals, while performing the daily pilgrim. There are many wonderful instances, during my daily travel. The most glazing moment comes when I see the runway of Sahar International airport through the windows of the double-decker bus. I get in queue for longer durations only to ensure myself that I get a window seat in the upper bus of the two buses running together.

The sight of runway is spectacular. Straight and parallel runway road, green grass in surroundings, array of small, medium, large and extra large airplanes, airport vehicles and a healthy feeling of ambitious dreams all together. That is why I call it the best ever view of linear perspective I’ve seen in my life. Linear perspective or one point perspective is the plane of reference or view in which the viewer can see objects with only one vanishing point. Indeed! My dreams collectively vanish to one symbol of achievements in life. I haven’t been to airplanes, but till now I’ve seen numerous landings and take-offs.

Really it feels great to see those mammoth creatures flying overhead, either taking or lifting folks. Well, I remember my school visit to AirForceStation Gorakhpur, I was a kid then. The back to back take-offs of three Jaguars* fighter planes were a magnificent experience for life. We were asked by AirForce officials to see the view from a dense-black painted three sided wall. Indeed, that absorbed much of the loud sound. Still we were in decibels of sound energy. I remember we had numerous short pauses in our classes at AirForceSchool, whenever there were such arrays of jaguars went berserk.

About the two storied buses, the upper floor gives a fabulous perspective to the roads; the bird’s eye view. If you sit on the front seats, you will have air coming from three sides filling the boredom of 45 minutes ride between Kurla to Andheri into a journey of quest with innocence. The elevation of merely six to seven feet between the two floors, reminds me Ranganath’s truck journey in RagDarbari. It had a wonderful simulation of Truck (in my case double bus) with helicopter.

Well, being in a metro is very different from my life at my home town Gorakhpur. Two hours of conveyance time to office would mean, traversing a large sum of kilometers; back at my native place. In fact Thane and Andheri are not adjacent sub-urbs. There are many things to thrill on the way; but what kills the most is the waiting time. But also, one can see many faces of life, while travelling in those rush hours of Mumbai traffic. We all working folks, spanned across age group of 18 to 60 will be seen rushing towards daily destinations.

Indeed Mumbai is unbreakable; I witnessed it exactly a year before when more blood was donated than the amout spilled across the railway tracks. Folks get united in the name of Ganapati. Ganapati bappa moraya are the golden words of unity here; one can hear the roars while crossing the Mulund from thane anytime during rush hours. One shouts, many conclude. These are the words of harmony, belief, devotion and mutual agreement/understanding of utilizing maximum floor space with as many pair of feets to accomodate. Indeed, one can understand the value of a small piece of land one posses while travelling through these mass bearers and transporters (i.e. local trains only). Chanting is another lovely feature of this pilgrim. There is a sect, which chants bhajans while travelling the pilgrim. These chants are spiritual phenomenon of this journey. They fill blank spaces® of every one in the scene. They must witness trance everyday after hours of bhajans.

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* jaguars are the fighterplanes, named after an agile member of the cat family. Jaguar Fighter Planes are symbol of glory to Air Force Station, Gorakhpur.
® blank spaces concept sourced from “Witch of Portebello”; Paulo Coelho 2007)

Monday, January 22, 2007

राग दरबारी

It was Shivpalganj, from where the story begins and terminates. According to Vaidji(Ranganath's uncle) 3 pillars for rural development are Village school, Village Co-operative movement and the GramPanchayat, in the above sequence. The three pillars have been shifted, but the concept remains the same, the corruption. What I loved about this bestseller was its humor. It covered almost everything under the sun of 1960s. it had humorous references from mythology, history, current issues, science, English and Hindi literatures. PauloCoelho is as poetic and pictographic as ShriLalShukla. This work was awarded by Sahitya Academy in 1970.
Every character has its own characteristics in this work and simulation of ShrilalShukla of minute details to unpredicted characteristics was unbelievable. I was captured by this bestseller when it began with the description of “The Truck Journey”………mind blowing……. This has a brunch of great characters….its a multi-starer…

It covers the issues of 1960s, which had been very hot those times. If you have gone through my blog “Inclining Perspectives”, the significance of this work is realized. The history of that decade comes alive in this work. 1960s, a time when Saira Bano and Wahida Rehman ruled bollywood, a time when there was no term bollywood, a time when co-operative movement was at its peak, a time when freedom fighters existed, a time when recently Zamindari was abolished, a time when Fashion word has different perspectives, a time when agriculture was the primary factor of Indian economy, when it capitalism vs socialism, when it was congress and communist at parliament, it was dawn of green revolution, when there was no TV, …….
We have altogether different issues in 2007. About corruption someone said, Shivpalganj is everywhere in the country. Since 1968 to 2007 it existed within us, but changed form to support CharlesDarwin’s theory of evolution.


Friday, January 05, 2007

Spiritual bliss

This Blog is dedicated to year 2006 and I’m sharing my best experience of that particular year.

It was second degree Rei-Ki seminar at Alipore, Kolkata and the participants had a wonderful experience of “extensive breathing exercise”. We were asked to inhale deeply and exhale instantly so that it makes a noise from the nose and not to open our eyes once the exercise begins. This cycle of deep inhaling and rapid exhaling was to be repeated in quick successions. We were all instructed by Amar Sir (Rei-Ki grandmaster) through out the exercise. More to inhale and quicker to exhale; try it once!

I started feeling changes in my body. I felt like creating some sort of energy sphere around me. I being the source of this energy balloon created all around me. The soothing music with different notes and visualization of the ubiquitous divinity in our most preferred picture made me feel different things at one time. I was being acted by different forces over me, also my internal energy was at a stake of explosion. It was like an unstable equilibrium, the never ending exercise made me like a supernova yet to explode into the elemental most form of existence. I felt the flow of blood through my veins; I guess my body was swelled in first 10 minutes of the exercise. I felt if somehow I’ve patience, I can count all my cells. Every idle tissue was excited to extreme, they were all loosing and gaining energy at most, and continuous breathing served as a fuel for this phenomenon. Every thing was exited to the threshold of spiritual bliss. I discovered the existence of life that was well within me. And for the first time I was able to distinguish Me, My Body and Soul.

Soul is eternal, but like a software which have a significant value only when it has an Operating System to perform. Our body is that OS for soul. Soul and body are complementary.

But who was ‘me’ whom I discovered then?

ME is a remarkable development by actions of six senses, society and surroundings, perpetual humanity syndromes, time and many seen and unseen eternal phenomenon with the soul and body. Consider a pot, soul is the image that was transferred from his mind through hands to the wheel. The product out of clay, water, heat and processes is body. The decorations done on pot are external influences like society, peer parallaxes.

During those moments of spiritual bliss; I felt each of my cell acting as a membrane holding my soul to restrict it from getting away. Somehow if that limen is achieved, I believed the soul could be freed from that mesh of infinite cells. That would be a supernova of human universe. Later I came to discover that it is one of the several ways to do Samadhi. But for a first timer the limen of Samadhi can’t be achieved.

Samadhi is when ME vanishes to soul of salvation. Body is an ever changing medium of eternal journey of soul.

It was energy and energy everywhere, I felt cushioned with the awakening at the micro level. I was emitting light and energy, I was a universe where those cells rotated in their proximity by virtue of divinely influence. I touched my hair, with still my eyes closed; my fingers moved very slowly and I felt each of them individually. I felt the aura of my body. After 30-40 minutes from beginning the exercise was over, I opened my eyes and lied still for another 5-10 minutes before everything came to normal pace.

This experience was next to salvation which made me realize ‘the significance of my insignificance’.


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