D.O. No. SAS/WWW-SCF/1/98 dated the 1st of January, 1998.
With best regards and best wishes,
- Welcome to my cyberhome in Cybercity. No, that's an ugly name. Let
me call my city Sabhlokcity. There. Sounds better, doesn't it? You
are now entering Sabhlokcity. (Cyberspace is the space for shameless
megalomaniacs and demented schizophrenics, didn't you know? Next time, I
think, I will buy out the site called sabhlokcity.com ... or .gov).
- I am an omnivorous, primarily land-based, male primate, with a
hydro-philic penchant [read: love of the beach]. My "spirit," however,
resides in these electronic bytes transmitted at reckless speed across cables
and satellites criss-crossing the Blue Planet.
- Please take a seat. That blue velvety cybersofa, there... Very soft, very
mysteriously soft. Thanks. Please feel at home. Can I offer you some cyber
- I am pleased to introduce you to my family through pictures. If you like, you
can hear me (with a helper application
for .wav files for your browser) welcoming you. While I get
you the coffee you wanted, you could visit the digital art
gallery that I am building as I tinker around with Adobe Photoshop.
- There. I am back now. Here's your coffee... and pretzels (Hope you
don't mind my monologue: that's what I always do with everyone,
anyway. I am always looking for a captive audience).
- I consider the World Wide Web to be primarily a place to forage for daily news. No longer do we need to munch
trees (alias newsprint) every morning with breakfast. Further, I use my
super-electronic powers of magic to retrieve wonderful things from all over the
- Being abnormally crazed for knowledge and learning of all types, I am
attracted to the internet by the ability to tap the cerebra of millions of
good folk who have very generously placed their learning on the web for
everyone to use. Consider the heap of
pebbles (cyberskulls?) on the beach that I have commandeered. Don't touch
these or I'll shoot! These are mine, mine, mine. Only mine...
- OK. Now let me talk about myself for a while (as if
I was talking about anyone else, anyway). I come from the great and ancient
land of India where I last worked at the Lal Bahadur Shastri National Academy of
Administration at Mussoorie as a Professor of Management. I am parented to
the Assam-Meghalaya cadre of the Indian
Administrative Service (IAS). One of the frequent questions I am asked by
young Indian friends is about the IAS as a job. I thought it might be
worthwhile to share with you some preliminary thoughts on why the IAS is still a career worth aspiring for.
- Should you desire to know me better, you might find my academic and non-academic
interests illuminating [! bulb !]. Take a peek into the things that I endorse (some of these things, at least.)
Additionally, to introduce you to some studies that I have carried out here at
USC, I have placed some of my term papers on the
web, as well as my dissertation
proposal (pick my big fat brain!). While you are floating around, you
might just care to meet some of my friends.
- This is my
son's diabolical room. Sukrit, alias Pablo, is building this by himself.
The shelf in this corner contains things that might
(finally, someday) prove useful to him.
- Hope you are still enjoying the coffee. Oh! Its almost over. I had
percolated more in my cyberkitchen. Let me get you some more! ...
- Now for my main monologue yet. I offer you the rare privilege of seeing a
masterpiece being written directly by the masterpiecer. I invite you to
consider the possibility of leafing through my very preliminary web-book: Becoming Rich and Powerful: A Primer for the
Citizens of Pakistan, India and Bangladesh, which is my attempt to
compile a bunch of thoughts which I feel are critical for every young man and
woman in these three nations to know. This basket of ideas is intended to wake
these three nations from their slumber of decades and to enable them to
control the world (!). This ambition sounds big, but nothing big ever
got done unless it was attempted first. When you are done with the stuff, and
are convinced that you have never before, in your entire life, seen a more
powerful masterpiece being written, you can then pat me
on my back
- What! You don't care for the book I am writing? You sent me brickbats! In
that case, would you care for some poetry? Oops! you are leaving! Stay! I will
give you a 50% discount on charges for your guestroom, tonight (I charge all
my guests for everything, including the coffee I gave you a little while
- Financial info is the key to
money power (how mundane!). Is the stock market rational? Well, Keynes did not
think so, and made tons of money out of the erratic emotionalism of the
market. Robert Vishny of
the University of Chicago
Business School seems to think so too, and is attempting to consistently
beat the market. A Professor worth keeping a sharp eye upon! If he does this
many times, I will give him all my money!
- These oil portraits on the wall? These are pictures of the only three
living chaps in the world who meet my stringent standards of living a full
life: (1) Bill Gates, (2) Dr. Verghese Kurien, and (3) Me (of course!). [Are you
disappointed that your portrait does not hang here? Too bad you didn't build
- If you are a student at USC but don't have a car, you might find it useful
to go through some personal notes on bus travel
around USC that I had compiled while I did not have a car. Now of course,
I have a leather lined, gold plated, cyber-Mercedes which cost me.... (Well,
not quite ... I have an old, second-hand, but nice, station wagon. But
methinks it is a gold plated one. Who is Don Quixote? Do I know him? Me? Who?
I never heard of him... )
- All right. You are almost done. Prepare to die (OK. Just prepare to
leave). No. This Dungeon is off limits to my
guests. Only King Sabhlok can enter this bat-filled, eerie,
wind-whisling underground dungeon. That's where I unsheath my fangs at night.
But since you are still hanging around, awaiting my final sign, let me tell
you some interesting facts about USC.
- Finally, I would like to thank you for visiting my home in cyberworld, a
place where the big primates of the world (real Presidents and Kings ...)
reside a mere click away from minor
primates (fake Kings ...) like me.
- I hope you enjoyed your coffee... The invoice for the coffee will
be mailed to your cyberhome ...
Please fill up your name and e-mail address and let me have it the way it comes. I
promise to consider your feedback with great seriousity.
Note: You do
not need to have an e-mail address to fill up this form. Just do it! Even anonymous is
OK (just don't make me cry! I am a sensitive soul and might go write a poem!)
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2. How did Chris Taylor get
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