Masala Dosa Personality - WHICH ONE IS YOU ??

There are many ways to eat a masala dosa .What ever the way one eats; there is a very good reason for doing that. It shows some traits of the person consuming it...

Case 1: People who open the masala dosa and eat it: These are the people who are very open about their life. Everyone one the persons friends would know all about him/her. I have generally seen guys do this rather than girls. Some people think that it is a gross way of eating but in truth, these people are just portraying who they are and how their life is.
Case 2: People who start from both end and approach the masala later: These are the people who like to wait for the exiting things to come to their life. Sadly when the times comes, they are not too interested or just do not know how to enjoy it to the fullest. These are the folks who just want life as either dry or exiting. They just do not know how to phase their life and enjoy it no matter what. There are two types of people within this group 
Case 3: People who do not finish all the masala: These folks just do not care as much for the fun times as they are already brought down by the harsh reality of life. The dry periods in their life has left them with so much scars that they do not want to be really happy when the time is right. They just take only as much as they needed and end their life. A very sorry state indeed.
Case 4: People who finish all the masala with the little dosa they have: These are the folks who just are the extremes. They just go all out in life. No matter it is dark or bright. They may not enjoy life to the fullest but they sure make sure that they get every single good and bad thing out of life. Sometimes these folks are really hard to get along with. They are either your best friends or your worst enemies. They do not have a middle path at all.
Case 5: People who start from the middle and proceed to both ends: These are the people who like to get right to what they think is their best part of life. Usually these guys finish of the good portions in a hurry and get stuck with nothing but worst parts of their life. The thing to note among these people is that the tendency to burn out very early in their life. Like the above case, there are two kinds of people in this group too.
Case 6: People who do not finish the dosa: These folks are really the saddest of people. They are the ones who tend to end their life as soon as it hits the bad patch. For them, they only need and want the best things in life and nothing more. Typically, they are not prepared or tuned to life as a whole. They just want to enjoy from first till last. Sadly, no one in the world can live without even an ounce of sadness in life. Not even the richest of the richest. But to self-destruct at the mere sign of distress is very bad. That is what these guys tend to do. Some learn to live life but most of them do not.
Case 7: People who do finish the dosa: These folks are the typical human beings. We all enjoy the greatest of times in life and push the sad parts thinking about the great times in life. Typically the plate is clean and nothing is left for fate or in life. Happiness and sadness are part of life and these guys know that and are kind of prepared for it. Life is not always happy but there are moments of happiness here and there.
Case 8: People who eat the dosa making sure that the masala lasts for the whole dosa: These people are very rare. These are the people who like to attain balance in their life. It is hard to displease these people and it is hard to make them really happy. They like their balance and are very protective of it. Sadly these are the people who tend to be lonely as anyone else may upset the balance of their system. Perfectionist to the core and are very careful. These guys do not make the best company but are needed in any group to make the group from going hay wire.
Case 9: People who do not share and eat the dosa as if it is precious: These folks are very protective about their life. They do not want anyone to come and interfere in their life. They like to hide their true nature and intensions for their benefit. Beware of such people as they are in every group for their own need and nothing else.

So next time you sit with a person eating a masala dosa, look closely and see if he falls into one of the above categories. You may be surprised as how much it reveals about the person*

Enjoy eating Masala Dosa

6) MY ENCOUNTER WITH PATHOGENS

(Facts Stranger than Fiction --Revealed)

I, Dr. Shiva Aithal, in search of a few pathogenic microbes and with a purpose of inviting one or two yesterday traveled inside my own body and started investigating. I began my journey from my mouth up to intestine; I could go no further and came back, as I went. My intentions were also to know their reactions on us humans calling them as “pathogens”.  When I was going down the throat, to my surprise I found myself immediately surrounded by millions of bacteria and all ‘yucky’ and slimy. I could not make up weather they were rapidly multiplying or rapidly dying, but it was a sea of bacteria nevertheless. They were curious why I came. To my amazement I found that there were in a ratio of 10 bacteria to 1 human cell. 

When I tried to ask something they dragged me to their “Chief” bacteria which looked like an old dying senior member in the crowd. The “Chief bacterium” was casual and my presence had no effect on him. It took me a great deal to grab his attention and put up an interview with him. The chief of the bacterial community said he had no time and as he was in his death phase will die soon. I grabbed an interview without paying attention. The excerpts of the interview are given below.

Me: “So Chief how many of YOU are there in my body, I see so many of you, can you give me the exact number and yes how many of you are pathogenic?

(The chief was clearly irritated by the last part of my question)

Chief Bacteria: What do you mean by how many are pathogenic?? It is relative term. How easily you forget what our Godfather had said “Never underestimate the power of microbes”. Whatever you call us by different names do you really know that we are more than 100 trillion – and more than two kilos of “ONLY US” inside your body? We are your “micro-biomes” and we behave as another organ in your body.

Me: Why get so angry chief? Do you not consider yourself a pathogen? I guess you are one because you have a ‘capsule’ surrounding you!

Chief Bacteria: Hey! So what you shameless creature – did you not create knives, guns, bombs and nuclear weapons to kill and burn your own people? Can you forget Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Who is a “Pathogen” You or Me? (He resembled a powerful orator) We don’t kill our own community like that only. Even when we do it is a highly mutually understood balance of energy, when we die, we become source of energy to our own community and many a times for you too. When will you realize that, Oh!! You will never understand because you never know how to LISTEN to us! How many of you die for your own brothers and sisters-MAN-come on tell me-give examples!! You never do that! You betray your own community, we never do that Sir!! Yes NEVER – MIND IT!! I don’t have time for your “nonsense” and I have not time for you either I have to die with glory. And about my “capsule” and its relation with being a “pathogen” My Dear Boy!!! (it was EERIE feeling-a bacterium calling me like that) a knife in the hand of a thief takes away life but in the hands of a surgeon saves many. Think on that!!! If you have the intellect.

(Saying this chief called another bacterium, which was passing by and told him to answer the rest of my questions. I saw the old chief dying and just getting dissolved and vanishing in to the sea of vigorous metabolism. But what a glorious speech before death I thought. In my world this speech would have become immortal. The new bacterium looked somewhat younger, a bit matured, and more thoughtful; I probed further, as I asked the bacteria in front of me – still deep in my thoughts)

Me: Hello-Buddy may I know your name?

It replied in Bond Style.

Bacterium: I am Influenzae! H. influenzae

Me: Oh-Hi! You seemed to be bit relaxed. You look like a pathogen too. What do you cause to us? (On this it laughed sarcastically).

H. influenza: Ha! Ha! Ha! You humans and your terminologies. OK in your language I am an opportunistic pathogen; like my younger brother E. coli. that is, I live in you without causing disease, but can cause you problems only when you allow viral infections, if you develop reduced immune function or get chronically inflamed tissues from allergies. What I want to say is that if you create an opportunity then in your language I am a pathogen.

Me: Oh I see. You want to play the blame game? Why blame us and our “system” when you too are an integral part of us? Can’t you ever help us rather than causing disease always?

H. influenza: Dear Doctor-Please be mindful when you are giving suggestions. What do you think - is it us who cause disease? No never! Go and ask your ancestors if possible. We are associated with you right from your evolution days.

(I clearly knew my next question will make him angry, but I was confident because no one from my world was watching me and anyway strangely when you go inside your own body the “EGO” does not function.)

Me: Now what has YOUR ‘Pathogenicity’ to do with OUR ancestors?

H. influenza: Oh! How ignorant you are? How good were those days when we struggled together for existence? We helped out each other in difficult times. No pollution, clean water and air, cleaner nature, no medicines and no pharmacy. They knew us better and controlled us nicely with their “immune system” which was not only their “main factory” but a friendly one too.  It was their property; it never harmed us so we never meant any loss to them. Go and if possible ask them - Did they ever suffer like your present generation? They were more sensible and friendly with us.

(I was obviously defensive and asked rather over confidently).

Me: And now what have we done?

H. influenza: You present people- eating junk food, you push your immune system to its limit, by doing things that weaken it more such as eating junk foods/sugar, stress, lack of water and sleep, years of body abuse and unhealthy lifestyle, you will get sick, you invite and provide us the “opportunity” to grow. We are just doing our natural job, with your permission. You will eventually reap what you sow.

(I was beginning to lose my confidence as I thoughtfully asked my next question.)

Me: OK! OK! I agree? But why the rage, why the anger? When you cause epidemic? You spare no one?

(I was taken by surprise when he unexpectedly reprimanded me for this question)

H. influenza: You idiots you will never understand us - Will you? It is you who call it as endemics, pandemics whatever! We just go on an immunization spree once in a while to help you out from our possible mutations. All those fools without an efficient own immune power succumb. Tell me clearly do we have a role in your immune system-NO boss never. It is only you who make it weaker.

Me: Never ever thought like that! But why will you ever wish to help us humans out?

H. influenza: It was a tryst with destiny. We promised your ancestral man, that we will protect you from any of our ‘natural mutations’ which is a natural part of our evolution process. But now it seems that you have broken that trust and YOU create environments by your “bad habits” in which we are mutating more rapidly than ever. It is so sad that it is neither in your control or ours. (He was now getting irritated) OK let me go, I am in my “log-phase”, I cannot waste my precious time like this I have a lot to “Synthesize” and “Finish” before I die. Growing up with only “Talking” and no work seems to be your “Tendency” not ours. Time is short for me. Will you ever understand these words??? Huh?

Before I could say anything he just dashed off and became invisible to me. I went further down and entered my Stomach, I felt the burnt. Stinging sensation grabbed my feet. I realized it was my Stomach’s acid. Today I drank less water than regular. How unforgivable my body is for me, I thought, every day I drink 6 liters of water for this very purpose and even then, one day I forget and no excuses. I resolved that I will never forget to consume the required quantity of H2O from here on. 

With great difficulty I crossed the Stomach as I could only see enzymes oozing out from my own cells and food getting broken down. It was hell of a workshop. Only few bacteria were present and all tried to behave like “big-shots” and unheedingly doing their work, each one looked after one “molecule” only and acted like Incharge of that molecule. They simply did not rest till it was converted to ATP. I thought the acidic environment has made these stomach bacteria workaholic. As I moved further, with great difficulty, I found myself pitying their acrimonious behavior. Still I could not grab a “Pathogen” when suddenly a number of bright yellow colored balls fell on my head, they just kept rolling and falling in a sequence and I got “a bad bump” on my head. In a fit of anger, I grabbed one by my hand and was about to throw away when it shouted.

Ball like Structure: Oye! Oye! Oye! Boss-I am cocci- Staphylocci. Don’t you respect other than yourself type of “life-forms”. Keep me down and mind you be gentle.

One more I thought. I carefully (rather fearfully) kept it down slowly.

Me: What are you up to Mr. Staph? Showing your pathogenic powers here? (One more Pathogen I thought and prayed out of fear it not be the dangerous methicillin resistant species MRSA).

Staph: What do you think? I am as good as you want me to be! Lucky you! I know what you are thinking-Don’t worry I’m not what you think. I’m just your normal staph and not the resistant one. And it’s you who bought me here.

Me: ME and how’s that? Could you please explain??

Staph: Crazy fellow you ate “Paani-puri” with your friends and transported me here. (suddenly I heard echoing dual voice and saw that infront of my eyes the staph I was talking to was just doubling in planes and I was talking to four Staphylococci as it continued….) I was happy in that food-stuff with that pani-puri wallah. But you like that “Junk” so much that you could never stop after eating a few. So here I am having a tough time fighting with your antibodies, who are hell bent to kill me? What will you do if your enemy attacks you, will you sacrifice yourself or counter attack in defense??? Answer me! And you call me a ‘pathogen’ (it kept on doubling and strangely were not separating from each other and I was getting confused to whom I was really talking to).

Me: You mean to say you are my food borne infection, then why have I not got symptoms like vomiting or fever?? (I was really wondering)

Staph: Gracious goodness!! What a gratitude MAN? Do good and cast it in the river! Eh? All the time I have been “Controlling myself” for your sake, my progeny and parent are getting killed-for your sake and you question my credentials. Wait till dawn – Doctor – you better start writing a sick application to your boss from here itself??

As it expressed its anger, it grew in clusters more rapidly and I could not make its words. It seemed as if it growled and howled and just moved away further like a bunch of growing grapes. I thought I angered the food borne Staph. and was beginning to think ‘why the hell I ate that road-side stuff’. I was beginning to worry about my health. What if it started to produce toxins, I decided to leave it alone and hurried away from there. 

I was about to move further when I saw some bacteria suspiciously hiding behind the mucous, I just tried to peek in when I realized that there were many deep down, shocked just as I was about to retreat, a good bent curved rod attracted my sight. It was so hell “bent” and doing something, which raised my curiosity as I moved closer to it. As I approached nearer I could see them in thousands all furiously working and not noticing me. I had never read about them in my B.Sc. or M.Sc. I wondered why our syllabus was so un-informative. I tried to communicate with one of them, and enquired (after my Staph. Encounter I was automatically beginning to get more polite)

Me: “Hello! Sir may I know who are you in my body and what are you doing???”

Curved Rod:  I am Pylori - Helicobacter pylori, move aside let some air pass in, previously you people used to call me Campylobacter pyloridis. Ah!! A good question what am I doing here?? But if I keep answering your silly questions I will die without glory – get lost ask someone else.

Saying this he suddenly took one molecule of Urea (I never knew that my stomach had so many molecules of urea) and spit some fluid on it and suddenly converted that urea molecule to ammonia. Oh I remembered it had “spit” urease enzyme and converted it to ammonia – which made the acidic molecule to alkaline and it survived. This was the vigorous work which all similar curved bacteria were doing. I still wondered from where it came and why is it doing all these. But somehow I felt better to see my acidity getting lowered down. These guys were regulating my stomach acidity.

Me: Ahem! Sir! Can I ask you (I asked hesitantly) are you pathogenic??

H. pylori: Look Boss! First of all, please move aside let some air pass in and secondly move away from me – we are not only Pathogens but also the first formally recognized bacterial carcinogen and one of the most successful human pathogens, as over half of the world's population is colonized with us. Unless treated, we remain with you for your life, and why the hell don’t you move aside and let some air come through.

I realized that it was microoerophillic and so kept demanding for air. I recently read that mounting evidence suggests that H. pylori though undoubtedly a ‘Pathogen’ have an important role in protecting from some diseases and regulating stomach acidity. All were vigorously working, due to which they looked like the “Hunchback of Notre-Dame”. Some were so bent that they almost became coccoidal. Most of them held hand in hand while working, they did seem to like getting separated. Like this collectively they appeared like a transparent film, Ah! What a ‘biofilm’ I thought.

Me: Err! Sir can you tell me even being Pathogenic why I don’t get to feel your presence?

Actually I meant to say “Infections” but then I tried to be humble while questioning but I had used the term “Pathogen” confidently because it had not only proclaimed itself as one but also called itself a “Bacterial carcinogen” a new terminology which I had to Google after going back. To my surprise it was not angry being called a ‘pathogen’ as it replied.

H. pylori: See my dear HOST! Many of our types are fighting it out in your digestive tract, and the winners can determine your risk for a range of health problems. Your belly is a very popular place. We as many as 100 trillion microbes call it our home. One good thing for you is that many of them are beneficial for you because they process hard-to-digest foods, produce nutrients, and as we're now learning to guard you against disease. We as a community synthesize vitamins such as folic acid, vitamin K and b and one biotin, ferment complex indigestible carbohydrates inside your body. Even outside in the nature, when you throw us out of your body, we decompose and recycle dead insects, animals and organisms. And please why don’t you take a deep breath boss! I need some air and now please move on, I have a hell lot of work to finish off.

Saying this he held the hand of his co-workers and all combined to form a big ‘biofilm’ and got back to their work. I decided to leave them alone. At least they accepted that they were pathogens and more than that, and Boy! Were they not humble in that? I dared not trigger ‘antagonism’ in them which will affect no one else but only me.

As I advanced further my curiosity reached newer levels and I was wondering what lay in store of my GUT, I had already started to get that eerie "feeling!!!".

……..Can be Continued by Readers

5) ARGUING WITH "SILENCE"

I solemnly declare that following are my true experiences which I am putting forth without malice and exaggeration. On the contrary, I am indebted to each and every individual, who has behaved the following mentioned ways. Their names have been deliberately kept anonymous on their requests, as they are modest enough for limelight.

A few days back I was in the middle of a “Street Quarrel” involving me and my buddies alongwith. It is best that I do not detail the reasons, because if anyone is interested in it, I recommend them to visit my street and spend a few hours at my hotel counter. Their curiosities will never remain unrewarded. Street quarreling is the original and the most captivating sector of my modern town. Every people and each group and individual of the society were, are, and will be fascinated by the techniques of mastering it. It has been passed on from generation to generation with new skills, practices, procedures and performances. The people here firmly believe that such type of Communication skills and powers needs to grow and they have always put their best efforts to keep it continually to growing; the functions of getting instantly angry, instant verbal skills, mob gathering and innovative profanity is improving as the demands of society increase so to fulfill the thirst and urge for development continues in this competent world. No wonder films and afternoon tele-serials are a part of the edification and slang learning universities for my town people. Most of the vocabulary jargon's are improved by occasional business visits around the neighboring states.

You may be a saint throughout your life, but in my town you are a part of the almighty’s plan to find yourself in the middle of such drama at least once in your lifetime, where you lose your sainthood for the day. So as I was saying I found myself playing a character in one such drama a few days back. But as I had “been here and seen everything” I simply kept smiling at the whole incidence, which irritated my buddy, who was the instant chosen hero of the drama. He kept scolding me later on for keeping mum and smiling like an idiot throughout the scene, which otherwise would have been a super-duper hit spectacle. Somehow I have been simply enjoying such actions throughout my childhood. Now recently I discovered that I enjoy it more if I am in it and if I choose to keep my mouth zipped. I think the credit for such perseverance and patience which I get in such situations comes specially by growing up watching my dad who with his diligence, had failed the best of the “street-smart” intelligence, with his single and simple weapon of “silence”. Ironically I have been told that as a kid I was the one who had his mercury continuously boiling and kept the kitchen utensils flying all around with my temper. God forbid, I would have done a PhD in this area, if not my dad hadn’t set a living example.

I had observed all my life that silence is such a powerful armament in such situations that our confronting hero doesn’t dare to touch you till you keep mum. In my town, this particular tactic is out of curriculum and is genuinely considered as weakness and cowardly. Because it’s not that anybody wants to loose such “heroic and epic battles” but it’s all about the character which will later on persist. That character which will be the most talked about event for the day, week, month or the year, depending upon the intensity of his heroism. Hopefully by the grace of God - nothing lasts more than a year, everything in our market comes with an “expiry date”. Pity! that I still consider “Silence” as the best option even if the preeminent of the intellectuals have a opinion otherwise.  

So after things cooled down my friend asked again with much annoyance, those questions which are decidedly common in such situations like “How the hell could you keep quite??” “Did you not hear, what he was saying???” “How dare he challenge me and my past generations???” “I will show him more than what he wants to see of me???” etc, etc, etc. Those 10-15 minutes could be compiled into an absurd- street library. What wondered me always in such situations are – Aren’t these the kids born to some parents who right now sitting home harbor high ambitions towards this man, who right now is a foul mouthed kid barking on the road? Who may be the teacher of these highly reactive, responsive and energetic youths, what will he do if he is here?? What will I do if these are my kids or students?? Could not this energy and the 'urge to win over at any cost' be diverted to something creative and productive? But then in my town idiots like me can only raise questions in some small gatherings and get called themselves great and revolutionary. Nothing official or practical about it.

Once in such gathering a wealthy stinking rich “Seth” had asked me “Tell me sir, all you Lecturers, you are so highly educated, intelligent and then why are you not rich?” Amassing wealth throughout his life from past few generations had made the “education gene” in him highly recessive. I honestly replied “Tell me O Seth, you are so successful in business, rich and wealthy, but why are you not intelligent?” He avoids my presence till date.

Growing up in a town filled with such “intelligent morons” it was no surprise why my dad retained me in University education business till no any further such activity was possible in this country. Against my fathers will and due to lack of skilled or unskilled labour I had rejoined the hoteling after completing my PhD in Microbiology, a subject which had analogy to hoteling (await for this in the next blog). As an unpaid servant of the hotel and a peanut salary at my college, life was beautiful. Because when you are not paid, then you are 'unbound' and you dictate terms. 

Coming to our core point of keeping 'silent' in that street fight, when my buddy bombarded me with such questions my reaction towards him was the same, which, my dad had taught all his life and  I had did earlier on the street. I just kept quiet and smiled, because I only knew “Why” I did like that and 'that' reason I share with you all via this blog. I got that “Degree” of calmness by watching “Gems” at my hotel counter. Their behavior, their attitude and their doings, their approach are extreme examples and teachings in life to whom I am highly indebted to and could follow a two page write up under the title "Acknowledgements"declaring in person each and everyone, whom I can never forget in this life.

BEST IRRITATING MOMENTS CREATED BY A CUSTOMER-WHICH GIVES YOU AN EXCLUSIVE OPTION OF “REMAINING SILENT”

1. The customer (henceforth called as ‘HE’) never ceases from constantly inquiring rates of the same item which he purchases daily. He always starts with enquiry for a Kilo and ends up purchasing 50grams.
2. With experience this can be tolerated by any hotelier, but before purchasing his routine item he is ritualistic to enquire the prices of each and every other item on the display shelves.
3. If you think it’s nothing, wait it’s not ended yet.  Before buying that 50gram he must “test and taste” (thus waste) another 25grams, which if he doesn’t, he fears that he will be disqualified, by his wife back home as unskilled moron who has no QC skills and who just blindly picks up 'things' what are handed to him.
4. Then he asks for a plastic carry bag. He plainly rejects paper-bags, for it could not be hung on his motorcycle. A carrier-box attachment to a motorcycle in my town is considered a passe, something antediluvian. The bike is purely meant for 'style' and not for 'purpose'. No matter how hard you try to educate him about environment and pollution (you try because the matter comes from college teachings and he is a routine) he gives examples of how other reputed and rich shops are freely giving away, without hassles.
5. Then he coolly asks for one more carry bag (because he is a routine) to take vegetables home. Vegetable sellers of my town are more “eco-friendly” than shopkeepers and hoteliers.
6. When he comes to fulfill his culinary delights, no sooner than he lands on the “table” he bangs, scorns, thumps for an immediate service.
7. He eats to his hearts contents and “burps” directly in a right angle at you on the counter while paying bills. This is the only moment I wish my hotel was somewhere in Arabia, where belching appears to be done as a mark of appreciation or joy.
8. He has the birth right to go to any market without change in his pocket and always harbors 100’s or 500’s and now-a-days 1000's notes, which he takes out like masterly weapon even will his peanut bills.
9. In his dictionary “Service” is provided by none other than "Servants", and the owner is the biggest (read lowliest) of the servant in that ground.
10. He believes that the hotelier grows rich day after day only with his bills. This estimate truly coming for him, from the fact that he always sees the hotelier ‘Seth’ sitting on the counter under a fan, doing nothing.
11. For this esteemed customer a small additional charge of even Rs.1/- towards any item (may be a hike or extra charges), is the end of the world for him, and instantaneously the hotelier becomes a looter, no less than a dacoit and what not.
12. For him the taste of his favorite dish is always “Not like that it used to be before”. Least he knows that a man’s “taste buds” keep variating throughout the year and also keep changing with age.
13. He will have a small last piece of his dish (like Idli or Wada) and all of a sudden he will throw away his spoons and boisterously demand extra cup of Sāmbhar, when supplied (which usually is done free of charge), he will use only one spoonful and waste  the rest.
14. When meagerly charged for that cup – read point 11.
15. He believes that he is always billed extra and therefore he meticulously checks, enquires, inquires, investigates and verifies every item he savored. And once in a while when mistakes do occur due to our illiterate (but not so dumb) waiters, he raises his voice like a police inspector. Only to be recollected by our waiter, an item he forgot that he had consumed.
16. If served with tea, it’s his birth right to ask for a sample “Chivda” mixture, a newspaper and a matchstick for lighting his cigarette or beedi. No wonder my Dad and my Uncle, to much surprise of everyone in our family and friends, ran an “Udupi Hotel” which did not serve tea or coffee for more than 25 years. The legacy continues till date.
    
17. Only in an Udupi hotel he gathers the courage to eat, belch and declare while cleaning his teeth with our toothpick that, he has forgot to bring money and will pay later. His tone being such that the hotelier, for no particularly describable reason, feels guilty for his escape of memory. When you oblige he demands for fennel seeds (bade saunf), which you forward to him with pleasure.
18. If it’s your worst day, he will complain about the fennel seeds lacking taste.
19. He then tests your memory, by appearing again one day (somewhere in the future) thinking you have completely forgotten him, because he genuinely does. Least he realizes how good an actor you are who acts like nothing ever happened.
20. For some reasons of his own he will demand Idli and Upma at 9:00 PM, just because it is an Udupi hotel. Now 50 years down the lane three generations of hoteling and we, simply say ‘not available, your highness’, and have not dared to mention that these dishes are best served as breakfast.
21. He is a chatterbox when he arrives with his friends or family to eat Dosas and Uttapams. Due to occasional absence of mind sometimes he forgets his continuity of the process called as “eating” and ceiling fans are doing their duties above head, which instantly cools the paper thin south Indian delicacy. Then his senses suddenly come alive and he declares that “we are serving stale food” and “I can bet this is yesterday’s Dosa”. Remaining silent at higher levels is the only option.
22. With advent of technology he is a faithful husband, who calls his wife at our counter from his mobile device and truthfully mediates the availability of items, its price, its color, its size, shape (spare for what mentioned in point No. 3 said above technology does not permit it for his wife) wasting precious business hours, then he isolates himself in the corner for another 10 minutes (private conversation) and comes back and asks if the item could be obtained for less. When you politely say ‘prices are fixed sire!’ he claims that there is another shop, who is giving the same better and bigger and nicer at lower rates, and much to your relief he goes away.
23. Only to come back again in twenty minutes flat with point no. 22 repeated all over again.
24. In the middle of a purchase or eating process when he suddenly attends a mobile, pompously self-servingly as if he is the most important person on the planet and as if all (including the hotel owner, who occasionally has to nod) should pay attention to him while he talks inanely about nothing on his cellphone.
25. To end this never ending saga there are two of my all-time favorite. First one goes like this. He always pokes a joke to the hotelier - “You are lucky man that you have a hotel. And you do not have to bother about cooking at home. You are fortunate enough that you can eat daily in your hotel Eh? To one such declaration my father had coolly replied “Aren’t you too lucky enough sire! For you have the largest, biggest and the most reputed medical shop in the town??
26. Second one (I always loved this) is the sarcastic remark of many customers who declare with anguish over occasional price hikes with food items in tandem with the grocery shop hikes. They declare that this south Indian hotel-wallah is a looter, and he has over these years prospered and become rich with our (localite's) money and has built tall buildings. Again a cool "silent customer" the hotelier my dad was who totally agreed to everything he said and had inquired back “All these time Sire! What did YOU do???”

I ask for forgiveness for the length of this post, for my experiences at the counter are voluminous.

4) MURDERING WITH POLLUTION

Today I am writing about some kind of frustration I have. It keeps growing each day and each time when I see people miss typing a lot.  I really mean those people who uses the word “you” only writing “U” and "C" for see.  I don’t know if years by years people are getting a little “lazy” to writing in lines that we can read without having headaches for understanding what they are mean, or I am getting too old for this. There are many of us who are allowing it by their own choice, however. Personally, there is no way it's going to happen to me. 

Is this the death of the English language?...or...Is it the metamorphosis and evolution of an ever changing dialect?  Linguistics rarely ever stay the same over time. By time, I am referencing a few hundred years or so. Think back to the previous periods of 1700's, 1800's and even the 1900's, there is a noticeable difference in the style English and how it is used. I am fairly confident that an English grammar teacher from the 1700's would view our use English today as utterly butchered. 

Internet slang’s and language are really killing the language. Some “u c waat I mean? ” and all those creepy lines get me sick, I keep thinking if people who are behind their computers are just kids learning how to write and type… We can see this a lot in chats, even blogs, and I still keep thinking, if someday they get a job interview, will they write in their curriculum the same vulgar Internet language as well, and see if they will be called to start working soon as they think they will….

English is not my primary language but well, I would like to write and pass the image that I am trying to be serious. The way members on social site talk or write when they are responding to comments or the replies of others and even the way they word their questions and blogs make me think sometimes that we are communicating with animals or aliens and one of extremely low intelligence. Most of them don't know how to spell the simplest words, how to compose a sentence correctly, or anything about correct grammar or punctuation.... When you type correctly, the first impression you pass to others is the seriousness about what you are doing at something.

What hurts more is when you are trying to talk with someone in serious issues they start typing like that, I get lost on their purposes and meanings, and somehow, I think they aren’t really getting serious on what I am talking. When I see some of the things that people post on the internet, particularly young people, I get extremely annoyed. Sometimes they just do things like miss out the vowels, which is really lazy in my opinion. Other times, you wonder what did they actually learn in whatever school that they went to, because they don't seem to be able to even string a sentence together without making a lot of spelling errors in the process. The majority of people and students in school cannot spell simple words anymore. They cannot formulate simple sentences, and forget about them to construct a decent paragraph. In fact, many students in colleges don't know how to write because they are constantly texting and instant messaging each other, and it shows on their answer papers, record books, projects and even in their bio-data. 

This is a huge outcome of the majority of students bunking English classes or not too serious about it. Situation is pathetic specially with Science Students, who need the language the most and are the "Prime-ignorants". I think that they should really know the English Language first, and I mean "truly knowing" the English Language before they learn to text.

Most teenagers say it’s “more fast and easy" to type something that they want”,  but hell, if you want to type, at least do it clearly so that next person can read it “more fast and easy". I am not obligated to see your assassination of my language. I want to read it clear, straight without vulgar Internet slang. Less “U” words I see, better and more serious I will think about your approach towards me or the issue. I wish to see MY students and MY people typing correctly, no matter place or occasion it is… Think about when you get a job… if you work on publicity or marketing enterprises and talk or write this way like you do, … Take time to learn and and type it good, if you want to rush and want to use less words to say than what you feel… It’s better you to just keep shut for the moment and save the typing for a later time…

I recommend my students and friends to either write in good English or write in good Hindi or Marathi. A thousand learning ehtusiastic eyes are watching you. I have decided not to not reply to any of the sentences which are using English words for Hindi or Marathi or vice-versa. Also I will not entertain using short forms, style forms, and all that nonsensical literature of the SMS that KILLS the essence literature and abuses Mother Saraswati. Literature in any language is highly sanctum and we as its users MUST respect it. 

"LEARNING" to drive away the illiteracy is what seperates humans from other life forms and "ILLITERACY" of a novel kind is what these kids are learning. This basically fails everything and everybody's efforts. They fail themselves, their lives, their parents and their teachers. The more they do it, the more rapid is the journey back to the Jungle. 

Well, sorry for all this bad mood, but I needed to say this, somehow, as this Internet slang is highly polluting and thus murderous................…

3) 30 POINT SOMETHING AS A HOTELIER AND PLEASE DON’T ASK ME WHY!!

1. THE OWNER: The owner behaves like a true waiter and a  waiter behaves like an owner.
2. FREE DELIVERY: Come whatever, as long as hotel is in business, milk, vegetables and groceries are delivered at doorstep.
3. HOW MUCH FOR THIS: The women in the house never know the ever rising and seldom falling prices of the above mentioned commodities.
4. THE BEHAVIOUR: If customer comes for 20 minutes and bills 20 bucks he behaves as if he owns the hotel for those 20 minutes.
5. SUNDAY FUN: If your hotel is closed on Sundays, the owner has sleepless nights on a restless Sunday.
6. FREE-LUNCH: More free-lunches have to be offered to various “Officers” than to owners own sons and daughters.
7. INDUSTRIOUS: A hotel owner is the last to sleep in the town (washing dishes) and is always the first to wake up in the town (preparing dishes).
8. FLASH-PARTY: In case of “Bandhs” the whole family their neighbors, friend and relatives have a sudden feast, provided unenthusiastically by the owner.
9. LABOUR LAWS: Labor laws are meant as corollary incentives to officers and trouble the hoteliers. Talk about these laws to the labor himself he disappears the next day.
10. FREE WATER and SAMBHAR: Hotelier must provide free water for bathing and washing to his neighbors whenever need arises. And Sāmbhar when his neighbors do not cook vegetables.
11. UDUPI FACILITY: In the incremental order of bills the top-ups are never meant to be paid. For example for bills of rupees 12, 108, 212 or 535 you will get 10, 100, 200 and 500 paid respectively.
12. RICH: For unknown reasons a hotel “wallah” is always considered to be stinking rich.
13. MONEY-MONEY: I know that all my hotel “wale” relatives will empathize that he permanently harbors money in the pocket, which is always deficit for payment.
14.   BREAKFASTS: Ninety percent of Udupi hotel owners have Idli and Vada sambhar for their breakfast. Some may prefer upma. Dosas are luxurious delights.
15. SAMBHAR: This is the towns envy and it remains the hotelier’s ultimate pride and identity.
16. SAMBHAR Ver 2.0: The recipe is so patented that even the hotelier’s son does not know it. Mainly because no owner wants his son to be an hotelier again.
17. SAMBHAR Ver. Final: This is the most loved cuisine in the town, but the customer never pays for volumes of extra Sāmbhar savored.
18. FAIL: Cooking skills are exercised by the hotelier in his home with recipes experimented from the top half geographically distributed regions of India, but every dish smells like Sāmbhar.
19. HAIR IN THE DISH: When eating elsewhere (during tours) an hotelier never complains if he has a hair or an insect in his dish.
20. BLOOD DONAR: An hotelier is the one who “Donates” the most and one of the reasons, of many, why Udupi hotels do not sustain over time.
21. JUST DO IT: There are high chances that even the owner of any biggest five star hotel in this world, once had washed dishes, cooked food and/or served people with his own hands.
22. TEA: Only new born babies in the house of an hotelier do not know how to make or drink teas.
23. COFFEE: If available – What is tea? And sadly only a South Indian knows how to brew a good coffee.
24. HOUSE: For clear cut reasons the owner stays just above his hotel with the rest of his joint family.
25. WOMEN POWER: Women customers come to Udupi hotels (who used to come as school going girls) eat and purchase till their purses are empty and demand the hotel owner who is their rightful “Kaka” or “Mama” for the auto-rickshaw fare to return home.
26. MAIRRAGE: An hotelier may bring a bride for his son who is a daughter of an hotelier but he never wants his daughter to be married off to another hotelier.
27. EMPLOYMENT OFFICE: An Udupi hotel is a big employment office for all those relatives of the hotelier who are unemployed.
28. SWEETS AND GHEE: By default for unknown reasons an hotelier always distributes sweets and homemade ghee to his near and dear ones.
29. FAST FOOD: An hotelier or his comrade never goes hungry.
30. RE-TIRE: An hotelier never retires, but dies in his hotel.
    

2) STREET SMART DOGS OR INTELLECTUAL LIONS

My father was eldest and three of my cousin sisters were minor when my uncle died. Least I had imagined in the future years, when my father will leave me alone in this evolutionary process, I will have evolved  into the role of father for not only my own two offspring but also for these three little cute girls. So my job at Udupi hotel was not only an obligation but mandatory, for not only earning the daily bread for the entire family, but also for remaining in the modern evolutionary process. With my son the only other man in this female dominated house I had to play my role to felicitate the process of human evolution and modernization. I was the by default chosen captain of my huge ship. These included maintaining the needs of education, books, dresses and also the side effects of evolution like dish TV, mobiles, phone, cars, bikes, tourism, only to mention the tip of the iceberg. I used to return from college to join additional duty as an hotelier which would continue till 11:00 pm. Though my identity always remained unique I wonder that this transformation from “Sir” to “Seth” daily and again back to “Sir” in the morning may have been central to my never ending fondness to characters of Superman and Spiderman who always led a dual life.

STREET SMARTNESS Vs INTELLECTUAL SMARTNESS 

During one such regular day when I had just returned from my college and was in my hotel service counter, I had a call on my mobile and was a bit surprised to see my Principal calling. I was a junior amongst senior colleagues a majority of whom were in a countdown mode for retirement, including the caller. Why would he have needed me after the office? I alone cannot make evolution a faster process after all.  So I rode my bike to his house. He offered me to sit down and began speaking, being in the practice of learned and enhanced “Listening” for quite some time, especially after authoring a book on the process of “Listening”,  I listened to him, in the process profiting a share from his evening cup of tea. My principal was an elderly man with few years left for retirement, our principal was a purist academician. He had a shrewd mind with a desire to retire as a grade one Principal. As a principal he kept himself updated with modern times and expedited huge funds from the UGC to develop our private college. The present three stored cement buildings evolving from ten years back wooden partitions are living proofs of our evolutionary efforts. He always had diplomatic plans for development. Knowing from my interests in photography and Videography, he had called me to initiate an audio-visual cell in the college, which will help in creating audio-visual educational materials.In our country when discussions amongst people advances and when conversing people are not in their respective official roles, then the dialogues leave behind formalities and the persons involved in such deliberations become candid. Ironically my father breathe his last a few months back and the Principal had his teenage son on the verge of academic career. This information may be irrelevant in this situation, but I remember Sigmund Freud had mentioned in his book ‘Interpretation of Dreams’ that 95% of subconscious mind always keeps working. So maybe I was lending him a respectful ear like I would have given to my dad, and he was showing affection which he may have desired to implement on his son. As our discussions went on it ranged from ethics and morality, work, campus, and as most of us we Indians finally arrive to that is, philosophy. He became emotional at one time and told me that the biggest failure in his carrier was that he could achieve everything for his post but he could not motivate his people. In a tone of confession he gave a reason for calling me home and requested to take up the project of creating e-content materials in the form of audio-video resources.  As a part of my inherited character I accepted without any inquisitive skills and left. Later on I went on to use my crossword solving abilities and coined various anagrams for the purpose and came up with a name “Dnyan- Aver” which was readily accepted by the Principal. DNYAN was an abbreviation for the college name “Dnyanopasak” and AVER stood for Audio Visual Educational Research, which also means ‘an affirmation of truth’. 

In the latter years I was responsible for creating recorded lecture series with PowerPoint slide displays under this banner. If a student missed a basic Lecture he could play the CDs on his player or computer and listen to the lecture again and again.  I enjoyed this creative job, which had no monetary incentives but gave me something greater and that was a pleasure. It is true that when you enjoy your work you don’t feel like working. A product sample of that evening rendezvous could be found at this link:

 A GENETICS LECTURE ON TRANSCRIPTION (Sample)

Even today my Principals sincere admittance that “I could not motivate people” rings in my ears. I keep thinking about it and find the truth in his statement. You cannot motivate someone who refuses to listen. We do not listen to people because what they say is different from our thoughts. We keep imposing our opinion on the speaker. To get motivated the first thing is to listen and listening without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence.

 In this competition of the modernized world everyone is smart enough and wants to outnumber the other they subconsciously keep doing this by giving opinions. Most opinions are full of emotions and we collect as many as we would like without putting out any effort at all. It is only natural to have opinions, but knowledgeable opinions take effort and are harder to collect. We believe that our intuitions and spontaneous opinions are the final words. But we should not be so quick to give judgments.

People are smart and loyal to their jobs. People are smart enough for this competition game but not smart enough to realize that there is clear cut border of street smartness and intellectual smartness. This identity crisis remains in most individuals of the campus. As a Zen master has said you cannot fill the glass which is already full, it needs to be emptied first. Sincerity counts over loyalty. The problem with loyalty is that it is attached to the sentiments and sentiments have no place in the professional jungle. As Confucius summarizes “Every normal human being cherishes the aspiration to become a superior man—superior to his fellows, if possible, but surely superior to his own past and present self. The mind of the superior man is conversant with righteousness; the mind of the ordinary man is conversant with gain. The superior man in all things considers righteousness essential”. 

AN ARMY AND ITS LOYAL LEADER 

Once various department heads approached our Institutional President for renovating their labs and a plan with infrastructure development. The President just sent them back with a deaf ear. The heads were disillusioned. Years passed and this episode became a folktale, passing on from seniors to juniors. I kept hearing this story in libraries, canteens and every other gathering. The president was an ex-minister in the Indira Gandhi regime and now a member of parliament from the opposition party. He had leaded a sincere political life and barring controversies had a reputation being a good human being. I wondered why he didn't entertain his think tank when they approached him for the justified infrastructure developments. In the latter years our college was applying for quality accreditation, which is a mandatory government rule and it consists of various parameters comprising of one thousand marks. Out of these only thirty marks were allotted for infrastructure. The soul of the campus was considered more important than its body. 

I remember studying a North-Eastern college report, as a member of one of the committee during NAAC accreditation of our college. The report praising that college, which had poor infrastructure procured a A+ grade with CPE and the report had stated that “this institute is one of the best known colleges not only of Meghalaya but also of the North Eastern States. It is also one of the leading institutions affiliated to North Eastern Hill University and a deserving candidate for the autonomous status. The most outstanding feature of the College is the diversity of its teaching programs, which is a mix of traditional and vocational courses. The College has proved its responsiveness to the needs of the region, by taking into account the population it serves in the choice of courses offered”. I was a member of the report formation committee and had realized why Mr. The president turned a deaf ear to infrastructure proposals. The people who went there were no doubt loyal but were not professional in their approach. The president not listening to them hurt their loyalty. It would never hurt a professional. Our college was rewarded a B plus grade, which today with sincere efforts of our Principal and NAAC Coordinator had re-accredited itself to  A.

The million dollar question which needed a answer for me was  is it sentimental Loyalty or ethical Professionalism which is needed in professions. Loyalty is a character which is more needed at home, with your family and friends where it is most valued. Dogs are loved and needed in homes, ask someone who has a dog as his pet. Emotions and sentiments are personal assets which can be applied to gain strength. Emotions should not make a man weak. Rather than getting stuck in a sentimental issue man should learn to move on. This is how we can evolve into more modern beings. After all man is the stakeholder of evolution. In his work he should be professional in his approach and strong in his character. A successful man is the one who recognizes the needs of progress where he is working. After all more fearful is an army of sheep led by a lion than an army of an army of lions led by a sheep. A lion and not a dog always inhabits the hearts of brave men. We as leaders need to be more like lions at offices than dogs. So I conclude, that Loyalty is a must,  weather be in a hotel or a college (or any other profession). But it is "Loyal Professional Sincerity" which counts more than anything in giving you a good nights sleep, after a "Smart days work". Whereas "Sincere Sentimental Loyalty" is more for people who prefer "Hard-work" over "Smart work".

1) "EVOLUTION" FROM A 
HOTEL TO A CLASSROOM

Every man finishes his days’ work at the office and goes home to relax. This is a natural modern evolutionary ritual in human civilization. I call it modern evolution because this liberty was not enjoyed by the primitive cavemen who always were on their feet till the food was earned. Once he got his share, he could not endure the relaxed mode for long, like other animals. Species other than man feel the necessity for their next hunt only after hunger strikes the cerebral chord. 

Though I am no evolutionary scientist, nevertheless on the basis of present day practices I can draw ancient perspectives. I imagine on my own that man may have never remained idle and being industrious was a gods inheritance  He thought of gaining more and more food, initially for his family, then as a stock, then for friends, relatives and finally for trade. So he always kept hunting and never relaxed. I always believe that man yearns to remain with his roots and always tries ways for achieving that. So as his ancestors never relaxed, a modern man can thus never remain so. In his pursuit he has now converted his horses into computer desks, once his faithful hunting dog is now his scrolling electronic mouse, his arrows and spears for the wild jungle have transformed into cursors and arrow keys in the wild, wild, wild (www) jungle of internet, meat and wheat have been converted to burgers and pizzas. His artifacts of trade has now become paper (money) and plastic (credit, debit cards). Man once used to roam on his legs is now evolved into virtual roaming. He now has the facility of making his livelihood more convenient by sitting in the chair.  Human species never stopped from keep doing something larger and better, as he was the only naturally selected stakeholder in the process of evolution. The remaining animals were luckily relieved from the process of rapid evolution. Thank god for the rest of the poor species who choose not to evolve like man and thus also lost the benefits and risks of advancements. Anyway I could never Imagine sending SMS to my pet requesting to come back home for food, or a cow denying milk to a milkman via voice-mail. 

An irony in my life had been that everyone else in my office ends their days work around 6:00pm and return home with a feeling of “the end of the day” relaxation and have their own methods of easing the remaining hours with their family. I come home to continue the job of managing my ancestral Udupi hotel at home. This hotel and being a "hotelwallah" was a privilege baptized by birth which unknowingly got converted into a job as I grew. Being born in a typical South Indian joint family, which was managed by two brothers who migrated from Udupi (South Canara) to Parbhani (Marathwada) a small district of Maharashtra. My father was elder among the two in age and his younger brother was the leader in his deeds. I was the only hope and the burning lamp of the family, who was reluctant to glow in the traditional way. 

As traditional as it can get my father never wanted me to get into this hotel business and my uncle never wanted me to get out of it. My friends always wished I controlled the business, not out of good will, but for their own selfish gastrointestinal desires. I personally never knew what it was going to be in the future, but I admit that I enjoyed the daily brand new experiences of running a hotel, which never seemed to repeat or cease. Moreover my  dad and my uncle used to narrate the daily incidences with customers and service providers with such wit and humor at the dining table, that it had become our favorite entertainment time in those years. May be this "education" was subconsciously creating a liking for the job, which latter on played a very important role in managing the responsibilities  god had in store for me. 

My father encouraged me to keep studying as he thought it was the only way to keep me out of this ‘mess.’ So I studied and studied till I could study no more in the town. My uncle never objected to my studies, on the contrary he was proud of my mounting degrees, as no one in our entire family or any hotel owner in the town has a lad who was a PhD and sat on a hotel counter managing the hassles. With a flair for teaching I joined as a part time teacher in a private senior college. Without bothering the peanut salary at college, I could now manage lectures and the hotel counter with ease and much to the awe of students and customers. Paradoxically I have experienced in my "dual" life, of being a hotelier and a Lecturer that, both though have a common philosophy of providing satisfactory service, the human behavior pattern markedly varies. 

Being Clark Kent

When I am in the hotel – serving the customers just before going to my college job, following is what I feel and experience. As a hotel service provider you are always looked upon as a “Servant” and orders are given by customers, you have to take those “orders” and see that the customer is served to perfection. This attitude comes mainly from the fact that he pays you money after he eats. He is here to satisfy not only his hunger but also desires an entertainment for his taste buds. And you have to provide a “valuable” service. Every penny of the customer demands “satisfaction.” You remain head bowed, till he eats and burps his approval out. You thank him for proving you an opportunity to serve him and request him to come again. A small dissent by customer is taken as top-priority by each and every person from the management. Everyone exercises their wit and wisdom to see that the disagreement gets converted into a convention. And that customer remains in the subconscious memory of the service provider for so long that even his children and grandchildren are taken care of, by the hotel owner, who passes on the story of his experience to his sons, which eventually may pass on to his grandsons.

Transforming into a Superman

I used to step down the stairs of my hotel and enter the gates of my college as a “Lecturer”. The transformation was like from Clarke Kent to Superman. Paradoxically I have experienced in my "dual" life, being an hotelier and a Lecturer that both professions though share a common philosophy of “Serving” there exists a strikingly different human behavior pattern in each situation. The philosophy in both the profession is “Service.” But the treatment you ‘give and get’ from the other side is amazingly funny.

When I used to work as a part-time college Lecturer (from 1993-2006) I started with a peanut salary. My salary was 1.5K p.m. which eventually got upto 7K p.m during 2004 (but my financial year was made up of only eight months). Back home at my hotel the sweet makers, experts from Rajasthan, salary was 15K per month. My dad used to hand over the money and tell me to give it to them as it was their hard earned salary. I never remember my dad “delaying” their payment ever, on the contrary they always had a couple of months’ salary taken in advance, due to various reasons. I always felt funny that a PhD man earning a salary of Rs.1500/- per month was the one who monthly paid one of his worker 15000/- per month who was 4th Std. pass (proudly proclaimed by the sweet expert himself).

Entering the college gates I knew that the philosophy here to is same that of being service provider. I saw a few things in the “evolved caveman’ who became a Lecturer and I choose that I will not become like them. I decided that I will become a true service provider for the class which my dad did in the hotel. I am proud to put on record that after 20 years of service in both industries (hotel and college) I remain a true “waiter” yearning for customer satisfaction.

But surprisingly what I see seeing the picture is totally contrast to my practices. The “students” who were being served here, never behaved like my customers at the hotel who were very difficult to satisfy. The students were (read ‘are’ and sadly will always ‘remain’) highly submissive to the “service provider.” This gives that service provider (now the Lecturer) a feeling of a “Superman” instead of a “Servant.” This customer here is meant to satisfy his “hunger of the brain” but sadly even after making an advance payment (admission fees) long before he gets served, never realizes what he desires. He is forced upon a “menu” of courses and syllabus, and served according to the needs of the service provider and not the customer. He never is allowed to show dissatisfaction he keeps harboring the fears of failure. The “Waiter” here becomes the superman who does not allow dissent. He does not tolerate mistakes and has developed fear in the minds of his customers his prime weapon. Killing creativity, discouraging “out of the syllabus” acts by the students have been his prime defense mechanisms.

But luckily enough all this attributes to 40% of the academicians and the rest 60% are quite contrast to the things mentioned. There are serious “Service providers” who sweat out their blood for the students. Robert Frost had said “Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence”. Surprisingly same thing applies to all professions. But, I still think that  40% of what I mention is highly ridiculous. Strangely enough the major problems in Udupi hotels always had been lack of technical man power, whereas the major problems in the field of education is not only lack of good teachers but also lack of students with an burning desire to "achieve."

My dad never believed in advertising, he always said it projects everything but the truth. He said the best advertiser is you present customer, satisfy him and he will advertise free of cost. Whenever someone used to ask him how is your hotel running - my dad used to smile and answer "when you open a hotel - someone is bound to enter to eat something, its only how you see that he comes again with more of his friends." Now the same thing applies to colleges, if the course is a bread earner, more and more students will initially pour in, but it is the role of a good teacher to sustain that flow and create good human resources. No subject or course is ever bad, it only lies in the "hands and chalk" of the teacher. With ever growing population there is no dearth of unemployment in India but there definitely is lack of talent and with those possessing talents the desire to give 100% is a rare combination. There are plethora of opportunities for talented young people. But with these opportunities new challenges and responsibilities are delivered "free". The question is are we (the "Service Providers" and the "Receivers")  ready to take them head-on.