Thursday, March 14, 2013

Allrounder Academy





This vacation transform your child into an intellectual allrounder.For just Rs. 1800/-

The ‘Beyond Classrooms’ course that will help your child gain confidence to face a highly competitive environment.

Allrounder Academy has been set up by S V L Narayan to mentor and train children between 10-16 years to become successful beyond the classroom.It is his belief that academics have to be supplemented by all round knowledge and self-confidence.


Course Content:

Public Speaking: Debate, extempore speech, group discussion, book reading.

Creative Writing: Article writing, blogs, essay, travelogue.

General Knowledge: Subjects across a wide domain. Quick response to questions. How to conduct quizzes.

Course Duration :  April 1 -19,2013 (9 sessions of 2 hours each)

Course Timing: 9.00 am - 11 am

Venue: Rotary House of Learning,11 Promenade Road, Near Coles Park, Fraser Town, Bangalore 560005

Registration at same venue 10.30 am-12.30 pm, March 29/30

For more details: www.allrounderacademy.org

Contact: S V L Narayan: Email: mentor@allrounderacademy.org.   Ph: 9880007979/41213001

About S V L Narayan

SVL is an Independent Marketing Strategy & Brand Management Consultant based in Bangalore.He has a degree in mechanical engineering and is a Fellow of the Institution of Engineers.His professional experience encompassed a panoramic perspective of strategic business processes across industries- Information Technology, FMCG, Automotive, and Industrial products.
S V L brings to the academy his rich experience in the corporate field and his success in various extra-curricular activities.He is also a regular contributor to various publications.He will be supported by various domain specialists as required.






Tuesday, March 12, 2013

My Romance with Mills&Boon


A few years backj I was quite thrilled to note that Mills & Boon would be releasing books with Indian characters. I presumed it was a final acknowledgement that India is a big market for western publishers. 

I will come back to M & B a bit later.

My early life was spent in Delhi in the tony Chanakyapuri area, with predominantly children of senior central government officers as gang mates. Added to that was my schooling in an Irish Christian brothers school. This skewed my reading habits completely towards books written by British authors aided and abetted by British publishers who made sure that their books were prominently placed in well-known book shops lead by B D Galgotia & Sons in Connaught Place.

My first memory is of being addicted to Noddy books by Enid Blyton. I followed his adventures in Toyland along with Big Ears. I then graduated to The Five Find-outers, Famous Five and the Adventure series. This was more or less the end of my ‘kid’ phase. I loved the misadventures of “William” by Richmal Crompton, closely followed by “Billy Bunter.” A little later I got hooked on to “Biggles” by Capt. W E Johns.

By this time I was big into American comics, particularly the cowboy ones like Roy RogersGene AutryRex Allen and the Lone Ranger. As my comic reading habit ate a lot into my school homework time I used to hide them under my pillow so that my dad wouldn’t find them. My friends and I would also exchange comics on a regular basis. I remember reading my first Beetle Bailey comic on the train from Delhi to Bangalore at the beginning of my school summer holidays. The travel time was good fun as we would be allowed to buy comics for the journey. In the north the station bookshop would be run by A.H. Wheeler while Higginbothams took care of the south.

However, I was not very fond of American authors as far as books were concerned. Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer were just names to me. Even in later years Mark Twain came into my life as only a college quiz question when I correctly answered the question, “By what name was Samuel Clemens better known?”

America came back into my life via Erle Stanley Gardner. I devoured Perry Mason books till I finished every one of them. I remember once I was traveling alone by the Deluxe Express from Madras (Chennai) to New Delhi. There were two Anglo Indian ladies (they looked like school teachers) in the seats next to me. When I took out three Perry Mason books they looked pretty disapproving. Presumably they thought that these books were not appropriate for someone as young as I was. This was also the time for “The Saint” series by Leslie Charteris. I was not too fond of Agatha Christie as I thought it was too slow paced.

When I was in Senior Cambridge I started a love affair that continues till this day, even though my ‘partner’ has been dead for several years. I am, of course, referring to P G Wodehouse. I have his complete collection and every time I get bored I take out a tome from my book shelf and read it at one sitting.

When my father was posted to Gauhati (Guwahati) our bungalow was inside the office campus. The library there per force had to stock English books by Indian authors. My reading list got upgraded to Manohar MulgaonkarAnita Desai, and Raja Rao.

Over the last several years I have been hooked on to Jeffrey ArcherSidney SheldonFrederick Forsyth, and John Grisham. They are comparatively easy reading and do not require much intellectual calisthenics to understand, unlike Robert Ludlum whose books are beyond me. For quality literature I turn to Asterix and Iznogoud comics.

Now back to Mills & Boon…

Till I got married I had never heard of them. One day I saw my wife reading a book published by M & B.As I was comparatively free I decided to give a shot at reading the book by some unknown author called Penny Jordan. It was like opening a Pandora’s Box. I got sucked into a whirlpool I have not been able to get out of. There was a circulating library near Commercial Street which stocked a whole lot of M & Bs. I knew the kind of stories each author would write. The scenario would shift from England to Greece to Brazil to Spain and Italy. Sometimes to the US and Australia. I knew that Betty Neels would write Doctor/Nurse stories based in Holland.

The heroine would generally be a self-sacrificing virgin of modest means whose first boyfriend would be a good natured blonde. The hero would be older, rich, mostly dark-haired with graying temples and a rather disapproving type. In the Italian setting the hero would say ‘cara’ instead of ‘darling’. The European setting ones would generally have a grandmother who controls the family and is the first one to realize that the heroine is the perfect choice for her grandson, irrespective of the social mismatch. The ‘villi” would be modeled on our Hindi film Bindu type. In the initial years sex was a no-no. However, to keep pace with modern times the Victorian attitude has made way to ground reality in the recent books. They now come with such alluring titles as “Lessons in Seduction”, “Revealed: His secret child”…

Just like Jeffrey Archer has realized that his future millions will be earned from sales in India, Mills & Boon have also joined the bandwagon. Their books are now available for less than  Rs 100 through online stores.

I need to find more place on my bookshelf.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Howzaat!


With IPL round the corner, my mind boggles at the amount these youngsters earn for a few weeks of fun and frolic on the field.There was a time when I too imagined that both my sons would laugh all the way to the bank playing cricket.Plus,keep my wife and I in the lap of luxury.

With this thought in mind, I enrolled them in a cricket coaching camp run by a well-known national cricketer.At the venue there were hundreds of parents with a similar objective.The conservative mindset of an Indian middle-class parent meant that my sons had to pay more attention to academics and a career in industry to make a decent living.The nearest my family came to international cricket fame was a couple of years ago when my younger son playing club cricket in Surrey, was out LBW to a doosra from Saqlain Mushtaq.

Watching cricket from the mango-people stands in the UK is great fun. In 2011, I decided to encourage the Indian team at an ODI in London.On match day it was like being outside the Chinnaswamy stadium instead of the underground station at the Oval. The Indian tri-colour was visible everywhere, either as a flag or a painting on the face. Everyone seemed to be praying for an Indian victory, to wipe out the memory of the Test whitewash.

But it was the same old story. Many of the ticket-holders had not even made their way into the stadium when two wickets fell. The crowd realized that the match itself need not occupy much of their attention. Spectators transferred their energies to having fun and clapped for every run scored. When India was 58 for 5 the only worrying point was on how to spend the rest of the evening if the match got over so early.

By now it did not matter whether you were from Tumkur, Nairobi or Southall. An Indian was an Indian. The most popular song in the stadium was "yeh dosti..." from Sholay. Two rows ahead of me was a guy who, presumably, had his own catering business (or his wife overestimated his appetite). He first took out a large tiffin box full of samosa and aloo bonda. Sometime later it was boxes of chicken kalmi kebab. Just when we thought that was the end of the repast, this chap conjured up packets of huge aloo paranthas. He then entreated his guests to return the tiffin boxes as he had promised his wife he would bring them back safe and sound.

A Chinese couple walked into our stand. To confirm that Hindi-Chini Bhai Bhai was still alive, the man was persuaded to wear the Indian ODI T-shirt.By now the happenings in the middle were incidental. Fermented barley beverage was being consumed by the barrels. Every now and then the crowd cheered when an English wicket fell. But by then spectators had reached a point of no concern.

There were not too many takers for the presentation ceremony. After all who wanted to hear the Indian captain giving explanations for the loss. They had already heard it five times before on the tour.

But we Indians live on hope.We have beaten the Aussies now.The past is history.