Diving for rocks at bottom of icy pool

Dear Js,

I saw rocks in our pool. We had a windy thunderstorm yesterday but no California wind could have picked the rocks over the pool fence and dropped them in the pool. I yelled into the house and mama said J did it. You tried to hide. Mama said she tried to fish them out but it didn’t work.

So this Sunday, I changed into my swim shorts and took off my shirt. I forced my body to warm up for the pool. Before getting wet, I tried my best to move the rocks from the deep end to the shallow end with the pool net. But I couldn’t do much with an 8 foot pole on a 2 inch rock. So I decided it was time to go in.

I prepared by breathing like I saw Wim Hof teach. I still don’t know if he’s a quack but it was the best I had. Better than nothing, right? So deep breaths, inhale til lungs full. Then exhale by relaxing all the air out at once. Then inhale again til lungs stretch full. I kept doing this for a few minutes. I felt light-headed at one point, but I kept focusing on my breathing and tried to relax. Then I ran in place and did push ups to get my heart going. Then I did more breathing and I jumped in. The water rushed over me.

I heard j laugh and mama said it’s not funny and to look to see that I was shivering. I didn’t feel like I was shivering. J wasn’t laughing.

The water was ice cold. But I was surprised it didn’t feel too bad. I realized I was holding my breath and tensing up. So I focused on my breathing and tried to relax into the cold. My head wasn’t in the water yet. After enough psyching myself up, I dove under for my first batch of rocks.

Now the very first second under, it felt cold. But strangely, after being submerged, it stopped feeling cold. My brain must have been confused because I felt waves of warmth radiating from within my body. I was in the 5ft section so I could find my rocks easily. I came up with 2 handfuls and when my head breached the surface I got a headache. It felt like brain freeze and it hurt between my eyebrows. I tried to relax through it and keep breathing. After a few more dives, I got all the rocks from the 5ft section and my headache was gone.

I treaded to the deep section and clung to the wall. I waited for the ripples to stop so I could see the rocks at the bottom. I took a deep breath and went for one. I didn’t make it to the bottom. This section must be 9 or 10 feet, and I must have forgotten how diving works, because you can’t sink with lungs filled with air. So I tried exhaling the next time. I made it to the bottom, but I couldn’t find the rocks. I could have sworn they were right there. I swept the floor with my hands but I couldn’t feel anything. I came up for air and asked mama for goggles. They would make things a lot easier, I said. The rocks were right there, but with blurry underwater vision and refraction, I kept missing them. Mama could’t find the goggles. She went back in to look some more.

It felt cold, but I wasn’t shivering anymore. I could stay calm, and I occasionally felt warm tingles in my thighs when I kicked. I could still feel my fingers and toes. In fact, the pool wall that I was stepping against felt colder than the water. I felt like I still had quite a bit of time left in the water to keep diving. But my time and energy would run out fast if I can’t see them. The pool net. I grabbed it and rested one end on the edge. I pointed the other end down to mark the rocks. It worked well. I could follow the pole down and found my first a rock. I pointed the pole to the next rock and fished that up. Then I got greedy and stayed under a little longer to grab a few more. Eventually, I was done. I left the easiest one for last. I swam back to the steps and picked up the last one. I had left that there earlier for you two monkeys to try to fish up to show you how hard it was. And to show how throwing rocks in the pool means daddy has to dive into the cold water to get them.

J, you learned your lesson. But j, not so much. What do you do? You plucked leaves and threw them into the water. J shouted at you to stop and tried to help scoop them from the surface. I fished them with the net. While I was doing that, you threw more leaves into the water and laughed.

Back on the surface, I felt warmer than when I was in the water. That made sense, because the water was colder than the sunny afternoon air. But that didn’t last long. After about 5-10 minutes, I started shivering and the cold hit me. It felt like my body suddenly decided that I’m no longer in danger and my brain shut off all my superhuman heating powers. I got into dry clothes but I was still shivering. The surface of my body starting tingling in a few places, like my thighs and forearms. They felt warm inside, but cold and tingly on the surface. I wasn’t sure if it was a nice or unpleasant feeling. The mild shivers took about 30 minutes to fade away. And now, a few hours later while I’m bundled up and warm, the shivers are gone but my thighs are still tingly. I felt brave in the beginning, when I was dry and warm. But now that I’m wet and cold, I’m afraid of the cold. I think I still feel cold, but I’m not sure. Interesting experience!

Mama visited your school. She loved it and she loved the teachers. She showed me a picture of the banner that said, “Class of 2029.” As someone who went to school in the 80s and 90s, that’s such a large number it doesn’t even make sense to me.

Then after following the instructions, we’re registered for kindergarten! Mama reported, “We are definitely getting a spot :)! Now after his yearly check up I need to bring his updated vaccination record and his health check sheet and we’ll be good to go!

On Tuesday, April 19 at 8:30am we have a tour of the ongoing Kindergarten classroom! Abu, if you are here, then you can watch the kids so that we both can go :D.

On May 19, J has his round up. That is his intake interview. It will be just him and the teacher, parents are not allowed with the child. I’m starting to talk to him about it, what it will be like and why it is important (he will enjoy K better if the teacher knows him well and can put him in a group of kids which he will have fun with, etc).

The kids were awesome at the school office and won everyone over. Everyone came to talk to them hehe. They know of Bing and when the kids didn’t want to leave the office they said I could leave them there heheh. As we were leaving, the kids were outside sitting for lunch and Julia wanted to stay to eat with them :). I think this is going to be a good transition!

They asked for 3 documents that proved we live in the school district.

“Why do I even come home?” I think that every now and then. For example, most days I come home to one or both of you crying and Kimi whining. And a mess or something broken. Or the other night when your hands were full of paint and you had a diaper of poop. You didn’t want to let anyone change you. And you two didn’t want to eat the dinner mama cooked. We remind you that some kids don’t even have food. I skipped dinner.

j, one day you started coughing and you couldn’t breathe. I thought it was no big deal and it was going to pass. But mama brought you in and the doctor said, “Good that you brought her in; worst case I’ve seen in a while.” Mama said the skin on your chest was stretching and there was a hole where you were sucking in your diaphragm to breathe. Doctors shot you with stuff and you had trouble sleeping for the next week or so. You didn’t like taking your medicine either. You didn’t understand yet that sometimes you have to do things you don’t like to get better.

It was the first time I got a fever in a while. Coughs and phlegm and sneezing too. The whole deal. It’s really annoying to be sick.

Two income trap. This is the book I am reading now. It’s written by a lady who specialized in bankruptcy law. She noticed that her clients — the people going bankrupt — were not poor people but ordinary hard-working middle class folks. Surprised, she dug deeper to find that having a child is the biggest predictor that a person will go bankrupt. Being in bankruptcy law, she saw the first signs of the disappearing middle class, and the dangerous trend toward two-income households.

Fast forward to today. The middle class is dead. Why? For one, large middle-class industries are gone. E.g., manufacturing. There are few jobs where you can walk into with a high-school education now, and be guaranteed a career for life. Few jobs where you can walk into the “assembly-line” with nothing, and “work your way up to the top.”

It’s clear that the rich are getting richer. But the rich aren’t getting rich like how they used to in the time of Ford and Rockefeller. The richest are in tech. The largest companies are in tech. My hypothesis: in any generation, the same % of people who are pre-disposed to be successful will become successful, with or without technology. But the difference today is, technology lets the successful become infinitely more successful.

E.g. Microsoft. No way in hell a nerdy introvert could become the richest man in the world before computers or the Internet. Or Google, Apple, Facebook, or any of the new self-made tech billionaires. Or even Tesla. How did a new company break into the car industry? Simple — it was funded by Software money. First you make money from nothing, then you can use that money to do whatever you want.

So I’ve concluded that luck does play a big role in success. Because which career or industry you fall into matters. For instance, the software industry has no ceiling to wealth creation. All other industries are bound by physical limits. So as far as I can imagine, even in the next 100 years, the software/tech industry will still be the most profitable industry. No other industry can create value out of free materials, and has the ability to scale infinitely. Maybe marketing too, but marketing has no safety net. You can ‘coast’ in software. There is no ‘coast’ in marketing — you have to be a wolf.

What Stephen Hawking warns about wealth inequality: “If machines produce everything we need, the outcome will depend on how things are distributed. Everyone can enjoy a life of luxurious leisure if the machine-produced wealth is shared, or most people can end up miserably poor if the machine-owners successfully lobby against wealth redistribution. So far, the trend seems to be toward the second option, with technology driving ever-increasing inequality.” The way I see it, what this means is you have two choices for surviving in the urban jungle: you can choose to be a “machine-owner” or “machine-creator”… or be squeezed out by machines. So of all the skills you can learn, anything that helps you be a better machine-owner or machine-maker will be your most valuable of all.

I just realized, coders and writers are the same. Just as writers are always working on their next novel as their ticket to be the next Stephen King or JK Rowling or 50 Shades of Grey lady… and freedom and riches… coders are always working on their next project hoping to be the next garage millionaire.

Vote rigging for my brother and my sister in law. They wanted to win a competition. He asked me if I can write a program to submit votes. So I said, you sure you want me to do that? He said yes, so I said are you sure? OK you want votes you got votes.

I have an app that runs in the browser, with a few thousand users. Yesterday I published an ‘update’ to all of them. The ‘update’ submits a vote for the competition once every 10-20 minutes. That means 3+ times per hour, or 72 times per day (if the person has his computer on all day). If all 1000 of them have the computer on all day, he’ll get 72 * 1000 = 72,000 votes every day.

I said “Enjoy your votes. Good luck, hope you don’t get disqualified!” The next morning, he said he thinks he has enough votes and asked me if I could stop it. i said ‘lol’ and “Enjoy your 1,000,000 votes!” They won the prelims but they lost the finals. Looks like they paid enough money to their developers to stop my fake votes.

Wabi-sabi — the philosophy that Beauty is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete. Every day we fight against nature. We’ve become obsessed with newness, perfectness. But that is not natural. I’ve become more relaxed as I accept nature reclaiming our backyard with each rainfall. We’ve found radishes the old owners planted. Our succulents have sprouted from an old trunk. I’ve split the trunk to let it grow more babies. Moss has covered the rocks around the garden, and even on the concrete on our patio. Mama said she likes moss. It reminded her of Japan.

Kintsugi (金継ぎ?) (Japanese: golden joinery) or Kintsukuroi (金繕い?) (Japanese: golden repair) is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique.[1][2][3] As a philosophy it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.

I forgot to mention your swimming story at Legoland. There was a lazy river — a loop with an artificial current flowing one way. You had your life jacket. They didn’t work as well as your puddle jumpers, so you had to swim a little to stay above water. But you loved it. You swam and you swam and you didn’t want to stop. You bobbed and got splashed and you were tired but you were so happy to be swimming that you didn’t want to stop. We tried to build a raft out of foam Lego blocks. That didn’t work. You didn’t care, you just wanted to swim. That was until you noticed a waterfall that you’ve passed 10 times by now, but decided you didn’t want to go under it that time. So you turned around and tried to swim away from it… against the current. The current was faster than you. So all you did was back yourself slowly under the waterfall. The harder you swam, the slower you went under it. You coughed and gasped and cried and choked and I scooped you out onto the side of the river. I tried to explain what happened, and that if you had just gone under it like you did the other 10 times, you’d have cleared it in a flash. By the end of the day, you were exhausted but you didn’t want to leave the water park. You had tried all the water slides, many times. You spent the little energy left on the tiny slides in the shallow end of the baby pool.

I don’t know if I mentioned this but you also rode on your first grown-up roller coaster that weekend.

Months after we’re back here, you still say and do things grandpa taught you. Like Harry Belafonte’s Banana Boat song or silly jokes or phrases like “Yum yum eat it all up.” It made me realize how much of a character my dad is, and how I’m not. One of you will randomly sing, “What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the …” or laugh and say together, “My poop is up poop is down poop is spinning around!” That was my dad’s joke about how he felt when he was riding the Serpent roller coaster with you. He also taught you his Secret Handshake; which he taught to all your cousins too. He got you into Garfield from the Sunday comics he saved you. And you also say, “Yeoooow!” like he does.

At Bing’s front yard you told mama you wanted to make paper airplanes with me. Mama made some that didn’t fly. We made some that did, and helped fix the ones that didn’t. We even made a long one with narrow body and narrow wings. You tried to send it to the ceiling like a rocket and you were happy when the nose tapped it. Then you made puzzles with mama and it was time for bed.

I feel like I’m falling in love again.

I was avoiding you but you came with a box and said, “Want to play Blokus with me?” I didn’t say anything and you said, “It’s a fun game.” So we played. You didn’t follow the rules. You played the way you wanted to. When I looked up at you you were looking down. You were serious. You didn’t notice me looking at you, thinking how beautiful you are. When you’re not being a demon monkey.

Hello piano my old friend. Btw, I’m rediscovering the piano again. I bought the CPD-130 while it was on sale last year I think. It was the cheapest digital piano I could find that feels like a piano. I originally bought it for you kids, but recently I printed out a couple of songs and I’ve been finding myself playing it again. I’m especially enjoying a few of Nobuo Uematsu’s Final Fantasy compositions.

It’s bringing back strange feelings and it tickles my brain. Music is strange in how it can affect you, even after all these years. It’s like hmm somehow I still remember how to play piano. A little rusty… but then my brain is like ya dude you used to know how to play piano. And I’m like yeaaaah… feels a little different than last time… and my brain is like relax bro I got this. I can feel my brain growing and neurons making new connections. It’s interesting how memory and learning work. It’s a cool feeling putting away something you loved, long enough for your memory to fade and for gaps to appear in your brain. Then when you go back to it, things feel familiar, but different. You fill in the gaps with new pieces of you, and the resulting picture becomes stronger, deeper and richer. It’s like saying hi to an old friend and both of us have changed and we catch up again.

A few weeks later, I noticed that mama’s flute was out of her case. I asked her if she played it and she said yes.

What is work? You asked me why I had to go one morning. You said, “Stay.” I tried to explain why I couldn’t. I said, “When people grow up, you try to be useful. If I stay I can’t be useful.” That seemed like a decent explanation, until I arrived at work and remembered that mama stays with you. And that is how she is important in our family. So I thought of a better analogy. Maybe… Hunting. We don’t hunt for food anymore. But we hunt for money to buy food, and the things we need. So working is like hunting to provide for the family. And school is like learning to hunt. At least, it’s supposed to be.

J meets the real world at school. We’ve been trying to work with you so you’re more human. We’re having problems with you not answering people who try to talk to you. Or you just staring at people and not talking. Or you thinking “play” is “making people do things to entertain you.”

So mama has been making plans with you. E.g., “If someone says hi to you, say hi back.” She said it’s getting better. That day, you were grumpy getting out of the car. But mama reminded you of your plan. So you said hi to everyone who said hi. You even led your class on an expedition that day. You took them worm hunting and you found two worms.

Big brother to the rescue. You and j were having snack at school. A girl came by and casually took one if j’s Cuties (baby oranges). You stood up and between the girl and j. Later, you said, “I want to protect j from what she wants to eat.”

Then you told me about what happened after school. j came into the play house and a boy said, “No babies allowed.” You said, “I told him that if he’s going to say that he can’t be here. Mama wasn’t there so I had to defend her.”

One day, you also told me about a boy who made you cry. You said, “He was shooting at me.” I asked you with what. You said, “No, he wasn’t shooting. He was making a sound. PSH PSH.” I said it’s just a sound, sounds can’t hurt you. You said, “I didn’t like the sound. I even think about Kimi when things like that happen.” I said, “If it’s a loud sound cover your ears. If something is about to hit you, run or cover.”
“Like a rabbit?”
“It’s hard to catch a rabbit when it’s running. It’s hard to catch a monkey when it’s climbing.”
“I cannot climb unless a teacher is watching and allows me to.”

Curious Convos

j : “I dreamt of someone I like better than you.”
Mama: “Who?”
j: “Daddy.”

“Dad, how much does 10 and 10 make?”
Me: “10 plus 10. That is two 10s.”
J: “Twenty! How much does 20 and 20 make?”
Me: “How much does 20 and 20 make?”
J: “Thirty!”
I raised one hand with 2 fingers and said, “Twenty.” Then I raised another with 2 fingers and said, “Twenty.”
J: “Thirty”
Me: “Twenty and twenty. Two and two.”
J: “Forty!”

Me stroking your hair while reading you a book.
j: “You need a tangle brush”

Teacher: “j are you dry pee or poo”
j: “uh… mama already took care of it”
Teacher: “That wasn’t my question. I’m going to check… you’re a little pee.”
j (running away): “Mama will take care of it”
Mama comes in (she saw it all from the spy window): “You were supposed to let her change.”
j (“busted oh-crap” look)

When you’re done with your class you go join J in his class. You sing along with all the goodbye songs too. You raise your hand to answer questions and you know all the words.

New developments

J’s Favorite movie: Lion King while j is sleeping.

J you dreamt that j was run over by a car. For a while you freaked out at the school parking lot.

New fish. Mama found a good deal on a tank from Craigslist. But the lady at the pet store didn’t let you buy fish. She said to wait three days for water to something something. J almost cried because Mama did the research earlier and nothing said you couldn’t get fish right away. But good thing it was a pet store with other animals to look at. By the end of it J wanted bird and j wanted a mouse. There were lizards and turtles. Even though you didn’t get to bring a pet home, you had fun looking around. After 3 days, we got five Danios. They were supposed to be robust fish that were good at setting the pH of the tank.

J: wants to stay up as long as possible: “I’m NEVER tired”
j: after bath, when tired, “I want to go to bed”

Kimi prefers sleeping with you two.
J: “Kimi keeps my feet really warm” laughs

Not peeing. Mama waited for hours in the bathroom, while you cry that you can’t pee. It’s pissing me off. Teacher finally advised to let it be. Better to try again when you’re ready than forcing it.

Ballet & Hockey. We thought it would be a good way for you to to do something you liked and meet new friends. For our first skate class, we woke up before the sun came up. Mama and you monkeys did anyway, to eat breakfast and get dressed. It was a free class so it was better to show up early to avoid the rental lines. j’s ballet class is after. You love dance and music. Both of you had fun so it seems like it’s the right decisions.

At hockey j doesn’t quite have the patience for it. You’re a goofball who just wants us to tow you around. But when you stop goofing you skate perfectly for a few seconds. J at first you learned how to skate one-sided on your left leg, like a scooter. Then last week I tried to show you two sided — left right left right left right. You can almost feel the brain at work. Videos below!

Save or spend? After hockey, you two stopped by a car video game. One of the machines said, “2/3 credits, insert 1 credit to play.” I ignored it. A few minutes later, one coin fell out and J picked it up. So I asked you, “Do you want to put it in and play it for a short time? Or save it for something else?” You thought for 5 seconds and said, “Save it!” I was surprised. You smuggled it home and ran straight to your piggy bank.

What you’re reading
j: Angelina ballerina
J: the enchanted charms Geronimo stilton

Kimi the boss. She climbs into J’s bed at night, under the covers. When you try to go under it too, she growls at you. Mama scolds her and kicks her off the bed. Ungrateful bitch.

J loves Smilodon. It’s your favorite animal of this month. I walked into your room, kissed you goodnight. Mama was sleeping with J. There was a pile of books on the floor. I stacked them to return them to the living room. I found the bottom-most book open at Smilodon. You always have your books open to your favorite pages. For the past month you have kept this book open at Smilodon.

Kimi eats crayons wtf.

We went hiking one weekend at Rancho. As we were driving there, mama looked back and noticed, “You’re both wearing rain boots?” It was a hot day and boots suck for hiking or climbing. We went, “Okay…” But it turned out it was a great idea. There was a river and you stomped in the river and by the pond.

This week in pictures

New swing

Boat test

New pet worms

Petal picker

You woke up before us, J was reading your activity book for you

Skating

Dancing

Welcome back from dance class

Pedal car

Wait for it…

Map knows the way

Climbing challenge

Masters of electricity

Hiking

Bird hunting

Superbowl Sunday

Tickle tickle

Dolphin selfie murderers. There is a disturbing trend of more people taking selfies with animals. In the most recent tragedy, a mob of people took turns dragging a baby dolphin out of the water so they could take selfies. They kept doing that until the dolphin died.
“The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.” – Friedrich Nietzche

Interesting things

Sherp SUV from Russia. Dan Ariely on dating and relationships. Riding the unicorn. New sound of music – how electronic music was born. Mechanical doping – hidden motor in cycling. Windgames. Stories of humble beginnings and turning points of famous people. Virginia Woolf on having room and space to work. First black self-made millionaire woman – CJ Walker. We are lucky. Japan sucks. Don’t mess with gorillas. Even King Kong movies didn’t capture how beastly they are. Beating embryo in living egg yolk. Monkeys kidnap dogs as pets. American blade society blade of the year. “Back in my day…” the early Internet looked like this. How far we’ve come! I just discovered that there’s a name for the annoying way people have started to talk these days. And that made it even more annoying because now I’m aware of it and I notice it everywhere. Mars Rover 360. Einstein’s gravitational waves confirmed. New Atlas robot untethered. Built by Boston Robotics. Be entertained by this driving, but don’t you dare drive like this outside a track. Look him up and you’ll find that he died in a car crash.

My side project at work – I’m making bubbles. They wanted to visualize real-time Twitter string processing. I saw 2 strengths of FPGAs — speed and dictionary size. So, my idea was to use bubbles to show it. Because you can see how many bubbles. And you can see bubbles changing.

Scammed for $5. Someone came by at 7pm to ask for support for an after-school program called “Second Chance Youth.” He had a tray of candy and asked for $10. I was interrupted from something I was doing, Kimi was barking, kids were going crazy… and I wasn’t thinking. I went through the motions and gave him $5 to make him go away. Mama was suspicious; later she found that other neighbors warned that it was a scam and that they had alerted the police. It doesn’t feel good to be scammed, but what I felt worse about is I put you in danger. I trusted a stranger and let my guard down. If he wanted to break in instead of scamming me for a couple of bucks, that evening could have quickly turned into a nightmare. It was a reality check. It sucks to get checked back to reality. We had a nice afternoon — we went out for a bike ride and ran into Mr K and his dog. He showed us the creek where he let his dog get a drink. We had a chat about books and starting a library in the front yard… but now I’ve been checked. Living in a nice neighborhood also means you get a target painted on your house. Maybe it says “rob me”, or “scam me,” or “these folks are easy prey.” It made me re-think my camera installation. It made me re-think how I want to answer the door. And it made me be thankful for our asshole dog, (which I wanted to kill again earlier today), because there are times when we actually want her to be an asshole.

Alternate reality thoughts. Both my parents worked hard on their own business to give us good opportunities in life. I wonder how differently things would have turned out if they didn’t. E.g., if my mom stayed home with us kids, and my dad took an easier line of work where he didn’t make as much money, but instead had more time to spend with us. I wonder how I would have turned out. Would I feel more loved? Would it make any difference? Who knows. But almost for sure, I wouldn’t have been able to go to college in America. I would probably have found a different life with different successes at home; a different wife and different kids.

(BTW, Abu is coming on Monday! She’s coming for your combined birthday. For us, this will be the closets to a vacation we’ll get.)

Love,

Dad

P.S. Every morning before work I like to look out into the backyard. I look around at one thing at a time. I inspect and check and look at how each thing has changed since yesterday. I find this relaxing. It’s especially nice these days because it has been raining and it is spring. The rain makes things change faster. It brings new things to life.

Spring is here. Leaves are sprouting. Flowers are blooming. The peas you planted have peeked through the soil. No one is sick anymore. I plan to teach you how to swim with no floats. As soon as it gets warmer, we’ll be swimming every day.

P.P.S. Finally, I leave you with this story:

An Indian man walks into the New York City bank and asks for the loan officer. He tells the Loan Officer that he was going to India for some business for 2 weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The Loan Officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan.

So the Indian man hands over the keys and the documents of the new Ferrari car parked on the street in front of the bank. The loan officer consults the president of the bank, produces all the required items and everything check out to be OK.

The loan officer agrees to accept the Ferrari car as a security for the loan. The bank president and the Loan Officer had a good laugh at the Indian for keeping a $750,000 Ferrari as a security and taking only $5,000 has a loan.

An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the banks underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later the Indian returns and pays $5000 and the interest which comes to it $15.41.

Seeing this, loan officer says, “Sir, we are very happy to have your business and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled.While you are away, we checked you out and found out that you were a multi millionaire. What puzzled us was why would you bother to borrow $5000?”

The Indian replies “Where else in the New York City can I park my Ferrari car for 2 weeks and for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return”. This is a true incident and the Indian is none other than Indian businessman Vijay Mallya.