HEX: The Hero who cannot be demonetized


Dhyayato visayan pumsah

sangas tesupajayate

sangat sanjayate kamah

kamat krodho ‘bhijayate

Lord Shiva woke up from his deep meditations and looked down upon the Earth for the centenary survey of the planet. With all three eyes open, he glanced at the green planet and what he saw there shocked him.

There was strife and poverty everywhere. Millions of people were getting killed by poverty and the many millions who had the resources to survive, had absolutely no idea on what to do with it and wanted more. Hardly anybody on Earth seemed to be concerned.

Lord Shiva was livid. Did he and his fellow Gods go down to save the planet so many times for this outcome? He was about to curse and destroy the planet when Sage Narada entered and explained that the people were not in control of their actions. The parasitic and venomous cohort of demons called Bankers dictated the terms in their world and people were helpless but to follow. The Bankers had taken a boon from Kubera to control the financial instruments of Earth and had enticed the naïve populace by offering enormous materialistic gains on use and reuse of their instruments and slowly but surely started taking control of their lives. Lord Shiva cursed Kubera to find a solution or risk expulsion from Devloka. The Treasurer of the Gods knew that he couldn’t stop the Bankers directly but he knew what could. Kubera took his Yagnavittapustaka, a sacred book with all secrets of financial instruments and derivatives and decided to pass it on to a person who would be able to not just understand and decipher it but also have the moral character to rise up against the demons and defeat them. The book, which he dropped at Earth passed through several hands unsuccessfully and several decades later, finally ended up on a dusty old shelf in a far corner of a library in a Well-known Institute of Management in Western India. An athletic young student, lanky and sporting a mean moustache, finally opened the book for a boring project. With an intelligence to match his physical allure, he was sagacious enough to be spell-bound by the erudition it contained. He pored over the book day and night, absorbed by the knowledge within. Suddenly all the Finance classes he attained seemed to attain a sinister dimension.

Our hero, let’s call him ‘HOMO ECONOMICUS ECCENTRIC(HEX)’ , was no ordinary student. He possessed skills that most others could just dream of. He had an eidetic memory with an eye for detail that could put any detective to shame. He was a brilliant orator capable of swaying people with his silver-tongued oration. After reading the Yagnavittapustaka, his skills were further enhanced and he gained a few extra powers. He became a Grandmaster –‘Ability to mentally visualize all possible scenarios with infinite variables; capacity to foresee macroeconomic events based on their probability of occurrence’. He became Ultra Rational– ‘All decisions were now based on complete information and conclusions are always data driven’. To add to his eidetic powers, he now became a Jargon Breaker – ‘Ability to read through infinite complicated academic and legal papers and summarize in seconds’.

After graduating from B-School with the Director’s Gold Medal, he decided to go to the Capital of Capitalism to tackle the menace of the Bankers who were deceiving the world with their malicious financial instruments. Living a successful life as an academic, he started writing articles and research papers stressing on the need for sustainable financial models and criticizing the current banking system. Using his immense talent, he was able to rise up quickly to the Head the Economics department of the International Organization encompassing 189 countries working to foster global monetary cooperation, secure financial stability, promote sustainable economic growth and reduce poverty around the world.

He went about exposing faults in the current capitalist system and argued for developing robust institutional structures to ensure sustainable business development. He was able to save several people from financial ruin through his advice. Those who did not heed his call, suffered severely in the 2008 sub-prime crisis. He was not a superhero who saved everyone, just the believers who placed their trust in him and his prudent policies. He had his faults, like every superhero. He was unable to work efficiently with human behavioral flaws like bias, prejudice, emotional decisions, irrational behavior etc. He knew that he needed to work on it and the only way he could was by understanding human beings better.

He later moved back to his origins to help the citizens of his beloved country. Now he decided to try and change the system from within. He was appointed the head of the Federal and Treasury Bank in India and he waged a war against big businesses contributing NPAs, corrupt politicians and another very important enemy. He had realized that the biggest problem facing India was inflation. This economic issue made food and security unaffordable to those with lower fixed-income (the bulk of Indian population).

HEX went against the economic policies of the powerful rulers of the country. He knew he was in a minority but he knew what would happen to the country if he let prices rise. He was the only one who could stop it and for 3 years, he did. He created a lot of enemies in the process but he sailed through every obstacle enhancing his own reputation by obtaining the love and affection of the public. Having done enough to avoid a catastrophe by keeping in check bad loans, price rise and meddlesome politicians, he was settling down when he got the nagging feeling that an impending big world problem was at hand. His superpowers told him that the root cause was political but the outcome was economic destruction. He had a job at hand, he packed his bags to go back to the origin of the issue, the Capital of Capitalism. He faced a tough task but he knew that with his financial and economic prowess, he will come out trumps.

This article was jointly written by Parnika Singhania and K.Ramdas, the only two members of LSD Lit cell 2015-17 who skipped the exchange bus


Click. Click. Pause. Click.

With a barely audible whomp, the flame came on. Anish brought the lighter closer to the cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He took a puff, followed immediately by another, and released the button on the nearly-depleted lighter as his cigarette lit up fully. As he set the lighter down on his table, he reached for the glass of single malt scotch next to his open laptop. A blank screen stared back at him as he took a deep drag and felt the nicotine rush. He leaned back in his plush chair, slowly blew out the smoke from his mouth and raised the glass to his lips. Slowly burning cigarette in one hand and glass of liquor in another, he closed his eyes and tried to get his mind off things.

“Is everything okay, love?” a voice called from the doorway across the room. His wife. Tina.

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Cloudy in Ranchi

It is always cloudy in Ranchi. Before global warming announced its entry in all glory, there used to be more or less just two seasons here – monsoon and winter. Spring was short lived and lasted only for a month, from mid-March to mid-April. And it went away unnoticed since that is a very busy time of the year. Kids would be preparing for their end-term exams and their parents would be busy keeping an eye on their work-play balance. Office goers would be working extra hours for the onset of a new financial year and small shop owners would be placing orders with their suppliers for the yearly monsoon supply- umbrellas, boots and raincoats. And hence, the fresh green leaves of spring would give way to bright canopies whistling in the faint winds of a short summer.

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चलो, तुमको लेकर चलें

चलो, इंद्रधनुष के अंत तक चलें |
सुना है वहाँ परियाँ मटकियों में सोने के सिक्के छिपाती हैं,
वहाँ एक सपनों की दुकान करते हैं – हरे गुलाबी रजनीगंधा की खुशबू वाले दिन में टिमटिमाते सपने |
उनको कोई ग़रीबन  की बेटी बालों में जूड़े संग गूथ लेगी,
या कोई फकीरन का बच्चा आँसुओं संग खिचड़ी बना कर भूख मिटा लेगा | Continue reading →

The hoax of happiness

There’s this John Lennon quote (misquoted probably) about how his goal in life was to be happy. Some of my friends, although unknown of The Beatles, also reply the same when I ask them. I understand that the ultimate goal of most of the humans would be to be happy. But sorry, it’s bullshit.

Firstly, what is happiness? How do you know you are happy? When people say ‘I’m happy’,  I have an irresistible desire to punch them in the face. Happiness is a final state, not something that can be achieved by twenty-somethings cofounding a startup.

There is this school of thought which associates madness to happiness. To these retarded creatures, do you feel ‘happy’ posting crazy pics on Instagram? Sure spontaneity is joyous but is that permanent? Some optimists also have this quixotic dream of having a house in the hills or on the beach later in life. Please enlighten how that makes you happy, I’ll invest in Himachal right away. I am saying this despite being one of the most ardent fans of nature. And there is also a large chunk of people associating happiness with inactivity, or in modern times, ‘chill’.

I think we have been following the wrong ideal. The discourse in our generation has been mostly about romanticising happiness and degrading pleasure/joy. Pleasure is associated with everything primal, and happiness, with everything spiritual. I was always baffled what to answer when someone asked if I were happy. Umm, all the people I love are safe and I am in a good health, I should be happy. But happiness is a permanent state. And I am in a transient relationship with life, at least in these formative years. I do feel joyous though. When I resumed cooking after coming to Europe, I felt joy. When I travel and see new places, I feel joy. When I get a terrific insight or hit an ace, I feel joy. It is these and more moments of joy that I am striving for. And it pains me that these are dismissed as ephemerals.

No one can be permanently happy (except by spiritual enlightenment may be).  People who love their jobs also love only a part of it, and the other part they endure, painfully or otherwise. It’s probably better to give up the much famed Pursuit of Happiness and instead look for the joys.

P.S. This article helped me in articulating my thoughts better.

Nishad is a member of LSD and likes to frequently bore people with deep philosophical musings.

The Thief

On the hot and dreary summer nights, as Amma slept after a hard day’s work, I would sneak out to the backyard and look at the stars. It was the only time I felt alive; as if the chains that bound me throughout the days dissolved away to let me live, truly and freely, for a few hours of solitude. Nighttime meant peace and a well-deserved break from the heat and the hardship of daily chores. Continue reading →