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Rich Dad Poor Dad

Author: Robert T. Kiyosaki

Co-Author: Sharon L. Lechter

Ever wondered if your child is educated properly and adequately in the school? Do your child’s grades really indicate his/her level of education? Your child might be a winner in the school but does it translate to being a winner in society as well? In a shift of thinking from conventional social dogmas regarding money to practical society and the need to survive in it, author Robert T Kiyosaki starts off with his own story and the way he was influenced by his two dads. One dad wanted him to study hard, get good grades and find a high paying job with great benefits. He was highly educated and intelligent. The other dad never finished the eighth grade. Both were successful in their careers and earned significant incomes. Yet one of them struggled financially all his life and the other was counted as one of the richest in the town. But worked hard all their lives and were strong, charismatic and influential. But one died with bills unpaid and the other left with millions to family and charity. The author tells that both men believed strongly in education but did not recommend the same course of study.

He ingeniously brings out the contrast between two dads –
PD - Study hard so you can find a good company to work for.
RD – Study hard so you can find a good company to buy.
PD – The reason I’m not rich is because I have you kids.
RD – The reason I must be rich is because I have you kids.
PD – When it comes to money, play it safe, don’t take risks.
RD – Learn to manage risks.
PD – I don’t work for money.
RD – Money works for me.

Two influential fathers had a profound effect on his thinking. He learned from both of them. The mutually conflicting advices made him think and exercise his brain right from age 9. He weighs both the arguments and decides to go the Rich dad’s way. Talking about money is always considered immoral. But the very lack of knowledge about how money works is the root of pitiable condition of many people. Kiyosaki makes an attempt to educate the readers about the need for being financially literate.

In the six lessons that follow, Kiyosaki takes us on an exhilarating ride on the ways to handle our finance. His cash flow patterns clear the air surrounding incomes, assets and liabilities. He says it is necessary to read through the numbers. A chapter on history on taxes and corporations illustrate how the rich play their game and evade from the clutches of tax. The true capitalists use their financial knowledge to find an escape. In the end he gives ten steps which he followed to awaken the financial genius in him.

But then he emphasizes on the fact that acquiring wealth is not easy. One needs a tremendous determination and groom the financial genius within him. It is not a quick-fix-technique. Rich Dad Poor Dad offers practical methodologies and is an action oriented book. Mere reading is of no use.

'Quote'shwara

"Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much. Wisdom is humble that he knows no more"

My Take

The Curious Case of Two Indians

Hail the great souls!
Who just fret, growl and scowl
No Wonder!
India is still a begging bowl!

Be selfish! Think about yourselves and nothing else – Did we need this gyan darshan and especially from a person who prides himself to be an academician, an able administrator and always on heels for a social cause. But then this is just one face of the coin, the first Indian.

What the boys saw the other day was the other face of the coin, the second Indian and it was conspicuously dissimilar.

The tale revolves around a bunch of boys who, one fine evening, were discussing the problems plaguing the country and indifferent attitude of a section of citizens towards it. The casual talk which started in a tiny living space of our vast country transformed into a well fed discussion. Ideas flew across the room. The potential of youth who can and certainly have to transform the country were talked about. And it was also realized that to change the nation, the youth have to change themselves. The people who adore cleanliness abroad and fret over dirty India are the same people responsible for the dirt. The people who spit on our roads are the same who would even swallow their phlegm to keep the roads clean overseas. This is the paradox of two Indians.

The boys in our tale decided that next day they take first step towards converting their ideas into pragmatic action.

They woke up with the rays of hope. They had decided. They would organize a voter registration drive in their college campus where everybody can register to vote. They would also utilize the opportunity to spread the awareness among the fraternity. The awareness to vote. Lok Sabha elections are a couple of months away and a non-profit organization would help them in this regard. They needed college management’s support as well. The boys were optimistic about the support as this is a social cause and their head of institution is renowned for his social service (?).

The boys approach their head and in a span of 5 seconds, literally 5 seconds, they get a flat rejection and the gyan they get from a person who is supposed to guide them not just academically but also morally and socially – ‘Be selfish! Think about yourselves and your career and nothing else’

Jai Ho!!!

Well, this is the second Indian and the boys they were meeting and discussing (for 5 sec!) with the first Indian. We would not be surprised if he again dons his first Indian mask in case media or his higher authority or any other means through which he can broaden his popularity, were present.

The whole lot of second Indians is plaguing the country to the core. The disaster is that most of us are brought up that way. One Indian is a selfless person. The other carry masks everywhere. We encounter the masked second Indian so frequently that we seldom come across the first Indian and worse whenever we come across first Indian we mistake him to be our second Indian. The first Indian promises all basic amenities and soon after the second Indian takes over and the promises remain, well, as promises. The second Indian cries n shouts about the country being in doldrums. The first Indian, who can be the knight in shining armor, is in deep slumber.

These two Indians are in the heart and minds of every one of us. What matters at any point is who overpowers the other. I think when Swami Vivekananda said ‘Awake yourself’, what he meant was to awake the second Indian inside us. In case of youths, the second Indian wants to continuously hog the limelight. He wants to devise his own rules, his own way. He does not need the advice of anybody. In fact, the second Indian will not tolerate any attempt to undermine him. He is ready to revolt. The senior second Indians (read as old people) just see the Jr. second Indian and continuously find fault with him. And as mentioned earlier, the Jr. second Indian cannot tolerate this and revolts. This sets up a vicious circle. This fault-finding mission gets carried over to Jr. first Indians as well and all the goodness of the youth are masked by second Indians and hence the youths are always suspected for whatever goes wrong. Perhaps that the reason this maxim was coined – In youth, we want to change everything. In old age, we want to change the youth.

Coming back to our boys, the first Indian in them were ruthlessly suppressed. They know the severity of the wounds inflicted on our country by the whole sea of second Indians. Every one of us is involved in this war. The war between the first Indian and the second Indian inside us. No other enemy of the country is as disastrous as the second Indian who is analogous to cancerous cells. They have the capability to kill us from within. It is time for each one of us to throw away the mask of second Indian and wear the mask of a true warrior fighting for his love for the country.

Hope the boys continue to keep their first Indian in good spirits and realize that ‘A bend in the road is not the end of the road’.

जन्नत

सूरज की किरण छायी है हर ओर हरियाली
धीमी हवा हो; कलियों में लहराती हो तुम
सूरज डूबे; दिन ढले; पूनम रात हो जाए काली
चाँद से चांदनी जो चुराती हो तुम।
आसमान के तारों से हूँ मै सहमत
तू है बड़ी नटखट, तू ही मेरी जन्नत!


तेरे आंखों के सागर का नाविक हूँ मैं
छुपा ले तू मुझे अपने पलकों में
कही नज़र न आऊँ तेरे नैनों में मैं
लगे न नज़र; काटूँ वहीं हर पल को मैं।
इस सागर में मेरे सपनों के जहाज़ को रोक मत
तू है बड़ी नटखट, तू ही मेरी जन्नत!


झाँक के देख मेरे दिल में एक बार
चाँद की सजी महफिल में तू नाचती मोर
चाहे मेरे दिल के तू कर दे टुकड़े हज़ार
आइना है ये! भिखरेगी तू हर ओर।
जग के पवित्र प्रेम की तू है मूरत
तू है बड़ी नटखट; तू ही मेरी जन्नत!


चाहे वक्त हमारे बीच बढ़ा दे दूरी
लहरों को सागर से अलग क्या कर सकता कोई?
कभी हाँ कभी ना - कहती रहे मन ये तेरी
मान भी ले; पूरी हो तेरी हर तमन्ना सोई।
मन कहे मेरा बंद कर तू अपनी ये शरारत
तू है बड़ी नटखट; तू ही मेरी जन्नत!

(रचना: १४/०२/०९ )
वि सू : यह रचना मात्र काल्पनिक है और किसी से कोई सम्बन्ध नही है
यदि किसी के साथ समानता होती है तो इसे मात्र एक संयोग कहा जायेगा!!!

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It’s not about the bike…..

….. It’s about Lance

It’s easy and rather exciting to watch a group of cyclists riding against each other at 75 miles per hour downhill. But it’s tough when we are on the seat and racing in extreme conditions. It gets tougher when one is diagnosed with life-threatening ailment and his career and his family at stake. But it is toughest when you fight against odds all through your life, escape the jaws of death and still manage to win the world seven times.

Now that’s Lance for you.

It is well said: ‘when going gets tough the tough gets going’.

For Lance, when the going gets tough Lance gets racing.

Lance Armstrong started out as a top class athlete with a unique mixture of strength and tactic but as he was about to prove to the world why he is the greatest cyclist, cancer chose his body. But that was the biggest mistake of cancer. It was conquered masterfully by this man who showed the world one can be against odds all through his life and still triumph.

In his book ‘It’s Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life’, Lance lays out a detailed account of his life which is an epic in itself. It starts like this:

"I want to die at a 100 years old with an American flag on my back and the star of Texas on my helmet, after screaming down an Alpine descent on a bicycle at 75 miles per hour. I want to cross one last finish line as my stud wife and my ten children applaud, and then I want to lie down in a field of those famous French sunflowers and gracefully expire, the perfect contradiction to my once-anticipated poignant early demise.

A slow death is not for me."

True. Lance cannot die a slow death. He did everything fast. Acceleration is his first love. And that’s precisely the reason why I said cancer chose a wrong person this time. You have a person in front of u who has a mere 3% chance of survival. You would bet your fortune on his death and still lose because he is Lance Armstrong.

He was diagnosed on 2^nd October 1996. At 25 yrs, when he was at the prime of his career and turning out to be a cycling champion, he was diagnosed with testicular cancer, a rare one with such a young man. He was operated upon and eventually tests reveal that the cancer has spread its tentacles to his lungs (Life-organ for a cyclist) and to his brains as well. He was carrying a dozen tumors in his lungs and lesions in his brain. To make matters worse, he was diagnosed rather late which complicated matters. Doctors give him 40% survival chance but actually it was 3% as he reveals later in his book. Brain surgery was followed by chemotherapy. The book is the story of the man who fights cancer physically, mentally, psychologically and financially as well.

In his words:

“Cancer would change everything for me. It wouldn’t just derail my career; it would deprive me of my entire definition of who I was. I had started with nothing. But, on my bike, I had become something. There were gallons of sweat all over every trophy and dollar I had ever earned, and now what would I do? What would I be if I wasn’t Lance Armstrong, world-class cyclist? “

He writes about his mom, his ‘so-called’ father, his self-respect, the emotional and financial support of his mom and his emotional support to his mom. He is very correct in illuminating the roles of various people in his fight – his mom, agent, coach, friends, team-mates, sponsors (not all), doctors, nurse, his admirers, and his wife.

There were two Lance Armstrong’s: one pre-cancer and the other post-cancer. He rode the bike not for pleasure but for a living. Winning was the only thing which mattered him. Post-cancer, he was a changed man. Excerpts:

“Once, someone asked me what pleasure I took in riding for so long. "Pleasure?" I said. "I don't understand the question." I didn't do it for pleasure. I did it for pain.

Before the cancer, I had never examined the psychology of jumping on a bicycle and riding for six hours. The reasons weren't especially tangible to me; a lot of what we do doesn't make sense to us while we're doing it. I didn't want to dissect it, because that might let the genie out of the bottle. But now I knew exactly why I was riding: if I could continue to pedal a bike, somehow I wouldn't be so sick.”

In another occasion he writes:

“One thing you realize when you’re sick is that you aren’t the only person who needs support – sometimes you have to be the one who supports others. My friends shouldn’t always have to be the ones saying: “You’re going to make it.” Sometimes I had to be the one who reassured them, and said, “I’m going to make it. Don’t worry.” “

Cancer not only jolted him physically and mentally but compounded his financial problems as well. He had cancer but had no health insurance. The severity of his condition is well laid-out in this excerpt:

“I was oddly unemotional. It had been a busy week, I thought to myself. I was diagnosed on a Wednesday, had surgery Thursday, was released Friday night, banked sperm on Saturday, had a press conference announcing to the world that I had testicular cancer on Monday morning, started chemo on Monday afternoon. Now it was Thursday, and it was in my brain. This opponent was turning out to be much tougher than I'd thought. I couldn't seem to get any good news: It's in your lungs, it's stage three, you have no insurance, now it's in your brain. “

Lance tackled all the issues with aplomb and proved he is the not the niche for cancer. Though the relapse period of 1 year was nervous, it was his sheer determination which made him perfectly fit. He established Lance Armstrong foundation. He writes:

“Anything’s possible. You can be told you have a 90-percent chance or a 50-percent chance or a 1-percent chance, but you have to believe, and you have to fight. By fight I mean arm yourself with all the available information, get second opinions, third opinions and fourth opinions. Understand what has invaded your body, and what the possible cures are.”

His comeback into the world of cycling was scripted by his coach and his wife. Now he found the pleasure in riding. He was more focused and put in hours together to regain physical fitness and improve his tactics. It was time for him to prove he is still the best. It was time for Tour de France.

Tour de France – 2290 mile road race and here road is not just flat plain roads but rugged terrains, chains of mountains as well over a period of 21 days. In his words:

“It would be easy to see the Tour de France as a monumentally inconsequential undertaking: 200 riders cycling the entire circumference of France, mountains included, over three weeks in the heat of the summer. There is no reason to attempt such a feat of idiocy, other than the fact that some people, which is to say some people like me, have a need to search the depths of their stamina for self-definition. It’s a contest in purposeless suffering.”

These tours show the true difference between a champion and an ordinary cyclist. Since his 1st Tour de France, Lance has won 7 consecutive Tour de France amidst stiff competition and proved his mettle.

‘It’s not about the bike’ is a learning experience. What do we learn??

1. Coping with fear: Fear is suicidal. It is agreeable that anybody, for that matter, will lose his senses at a misfortune of that magnitude. If you are not scared you are not normal. But fear should not cloud our constructive thinking. Once you suppress fear and start thinking rationally, you are already on track towards victory.
2. Self preparation: Lance understood cancer as good as a surgeon. He did extensive research on the subject. He writes:

“I became a student of cancer. I went to the biggest bookstore in Austin and bought everything there on the subject. I came home with ten different volumes: diet books, books on coping emotionally, meditation guides”

When you know in and out of a subject, you feel confident to face any situation.

3. Interaction: Contact and talk openly with doctor on all issues pertaining the diagnosis and subsequent treatment. A good doctor-patient relationship always betters the prospect of cure.
4. Importance of second opinion: This is one thing which we lack in India. Don’t just depend on the verdict of one doctor in critical cases. The patient has every right to consult anyone. Lance suggests to take second, third and if need be even fourth opinion. In his case it was alternate opinion and the change of treatment protocol which saved his life and his career as well.
5. Management of finances: With no insurance, Lance works out the value of his assets and plans accordingly.
6. Patients role in cure and self-confidence: Research on the disease and active interaction with doctors makes one confident (In Lance’s case) either of living or dead. In any case, this was better than vacillating between life and death and living under stress all through. Lance knew he could live if he fought back. As is his nature, he fought hard. Cancer was another race for him but the destination was different and the path leading to it the most grueling. It was the matter of life and death. He had to walk on a tight rope with deep gorge on both sides and he kept walking for two years from the day of his diagnosis and till the end of relapse period. The maturity he showed is a stuff to be known and understood by every one of us.
7. Family support: The support of his mother and friends is exemplary. His wife Kristine too showed character and maturity during his relapse period and when he was down n out in comeback tourneys and quit Paris-Nice.

This is a book for enthusiastic cyclists, women (his mom and Kristine), business executives, cancer patients, coach, mom, son and doctors alike. Read this book and you open up yourself to the vast sea of possibilities. It wouldn’t have taken any effort to lose hope and not see the light. But Lance is borne and equipped to fight and so is everyone else. Sometimes just an iota of belief is enough to cross the bridge over the sea of difficulties. It all depends on our thought and subsequent action.

2 men looked out from prison bars; 1 saw the mud, & the other saw stars.

-- Anonymous

P.S: February 4^th is observed as World Cancer day.

नामों का रामायण - नामायण

परखा है क्या किसी ने नाम-काम की डोर

नाम से कुछ और तो काम से कुछ और

अक्ल-शक्ल कुछ और, कुछ और उनका मन

आगे पढिये तो सही, यही है नामों का रामायण|

नाम रखा भीम, उठा पाया ना पत्थर

चतुरकुमार के अंक छः सौ में सिर्फ़ सत्तर

शेरसिंह पर भौंक रहे गली के कुत्ते

मिलन सिंह कभी किसी से ना मिलते|

दुल्हे राम की कभी ना निकली बारात

सूर्यकांत जागते रहे सारी सारी रात

श्रीमान परमानन्द हमेशा रहते रोते-रोते

भाग्यचंद का भाग्य दिखा सोते-सोते|

मजबूत सिंह के नल का हो रहा पानी लीक

धनीराम दिखे रस्ते पर मांगते भीक

शान्ति हमेशा दिखती आग की भाँती

पालनकुमारी बड़ों की आज्ञा कभी ना मानती|

गंगाराम के घर का है बोरेवेल बंद

तेजकुमार का है गति अति मंद

ज्योति के घर में कभी ना दीप जला

शीघ्र्कुमार का सब काम टला|

यादराम को याद नही उसका नाम

है बहुत सफ़ेद हमारे श्याम

विजयकुमार दस बार एलेक्शन में हारे

अमरजी बीस बरस में हुए भगवान के प्यारे|

छोटूलाल है जैसे अपने अमिताभ

लक्ष्मीकांत के व्यापार में कभी ना हुआ लाभ

गिरिधर अपना बैग कूली को दिया

शक्ति कपूर अपनी सारी शक्ति खो दिया|

इन लोगों का ही मै कर रहा था ज़िक्र

अपने नाम और काम का रहे ना कोई फ़िक्र

नाम के विपरीत निकले तन, मन और धन

इसलिए लिखा मैंने नामों का रामायण - नामायण|

'Quote'shwara

     " The major cause of traffic accidents is that men put into their cars as much ego as petrol"

OPERATION RATATOUILLE

One of the avatars I would like myself to be – a chef! Always had a crush on foodstuff – especially of kurumkurum genre. But that love and crush was limited to savoring the taste and its subsequent consumption. Never really thought about the art of cooking, the brains required, the kai chalaka, the intricacy and delicacies involved. I seldom fancied these just because I never really put a serious thought on this art. It took an animated movie to inspire me and awaken the latent (now drowsing) chef in me and that is – Ratatouille: Anybody can cook. The amazing movie has grabbed a sizeable chunk of my gray cells and put them to thought – Anybody can cook!

I always relate cooking to fabrication of an IC chip in our terms, in a sense that the processes involved from raw materials to start with till the last step of testing has to be perfect. In this regard a potato chip is no different from an IC chip! The 3D motion of our fingers, the relative distance between them, the correlation and angle between them, the motion of our hands in the spatial domain, the radius of the circle whose center is at the center of the utensil while stirring for uniform heating – sounds complex isn’t it? But that is the beauty of the nature. In our life we do many such things unaware whose awareness would make that task complex or sometimes impossible. As the general of Prison Break fame says – Sometimes, everything is not as it seems!

The next tryst with the chef inside me was during the recent kannada sangha celebrations. One of my companion said I belong to the PULCHAR type. Well, that’s true. I define Pulchar as the acronym for PULiyogare, CHakkuli and sARu which fairly defines various verticals of ‘cook-n-relish’ group I am interested in. Taste buds certainly swing into action & hyper-activity and my favorite’s kitty is well-defined by pulchar.

I have had my bit of volunteering(?) in preparing mouth-watering dishes especially during ganesh chaturthi and deepawali. I was kinda assistant to the assistant cook in the 3 chef hierarchy! Well, that position too plays a vital role, right? I have tried my hand, literally, in preparing chakli, kodbale, nippattu, badaam-puri,kara-kadubu,holige and some more as an assistant to the assistant cook(my sis who assists my mom!). Well, these ‘performances’ were favorable as I had the advantage of being at the ‘home’ ground well supported (and tolerated) by ‘home’ crowd. My out-of-home-experience was in Kodagu where I (again) tried my hand in dosa. Dosa is supposed to be globe-shaped in2D but my dosa depicted world-map with skewed continents!

 

That apart, I have been quite successful at the third level in the hierarchy. To expect a promotion to next level, I’ve to improve my success-rate and record which, no doubt, requires more practice. Right now, my cooking is strikingly similar to the way we answer VTU questions – initially it ‘appears’ logically correct and on the course. As we continue penning, our answers get skewed and we bring in all kind of redundancies, out of shape diagrams and out of context concepts. I hope the initial interest in the art of cooking prevails and surge in the years to come and I transform into a chief chef from an aide. I dream myself saying these words after few years – ‘aham chefasmi’.

 

If my interviewer asks me where would you like to see yourselves twenty years down the line, I would love to answer – In the kitchen, helping my mom and my spouse but only as a hobby or as an alternate/part-time job(Now, that depends on my spouse!). Ok...  Again, if my interviewer wants to know what would you look back at after you are a septuagenarian, my answer would be related to my ‘humble’ beginning as an assistant to the assistant chef in my teens.

‘Operation ratatouille – Anybody can cook’ is underway……