Green is in. Recycle. Upcycle. Carbon footprint, Eco-friendly....words that you better have integrated into your lexicon if not your lifestyle. There is no faster way to get shunned by your friends and colleagues than by making the grave mistake of dumping a Coke can into the non-recycle bin. Do you clean your plastic material before you put it in the bin? Do you separate newsprint from other printed material? Do you place used batteries in a Ziploc? What about understanding the number code printed inside a triangle on all plastic products?
The pressure to understand your garbage has never been greater. Something does not seem right here. Sure I understand the rationale behind sorting my garbage but is this really making a difference? What's the cost of recycling a piece of garbage over making it from scratch? I understand that recycling is good for the earth and all that but if the earth's future depends on people like me knowing if Styrofoam should be in the recycle bin or not then we have a problem.
I think the green movement has been great for raising awareness about the cost of manufacturing and the damage it can do to the environment but I think the pressure to go green should be borne by the manufacturing industry and not the consumer. Would it not be great if every product came in a bio-degradable package? Why are consumers like me and you shouldering the guilt of polluting the earth when its the products we use that need to change. I see people seeking out "green" products because they want to do their bit for the environment. Good for them but what about folks who cannot afford the more expensive "green" option? "Green" has become a buzz word, a gimmick. Every company out there is trying to attach a "green" label to their product. It's all a little suspicious when your local gas station claims to have gone green!
Don't get me wrong. I care about the planet as much as anybody out there. I just hope that the earth's future is not dependant on me buying a hybrid or or meticulously sorting my garbage. I do not claim to understand every nuance of the green revolution. What I do know is that this battle is about money. The big industries need to change their ways. But doing so costs them money (and in turn costs us, the consumer, money). The motivation to change will have to come by way of government incentives /arm twisting. No amount of shoppers using paper bags is going to help if the real problem is not fixed.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I ain't done just yet!
Recently I visited the training grounds of the soccer club I used to play for in India. I was hoping to find some of the old crew and catch up on old times. Maybe even play a little. Instead I was greeted by a whole bunch of young 20-somethings who did not know me and proceeded to address me as "Uncle".
They say 50 is the new 30. Should that not make 40 the new 20? Try telling that to those young boys that evening. All they saw was a balding, greying old man in soccer shoes that nobody wanted on their team. The thing is I do not feel 40. Well, not mentally anyway. My 3 knee surgeries are a constant reminder that my body is aging way faster than my mind.
I notice that age is viewed differently in India. There age means respect. Age means experience. Age means wisdom. Its very unlikely that a younger person will get promoted ahead of a senior person who has been with the company longer. The oldest person in the family is often looked to for advice. Older sibling are viewed and judged differently to their younger counterparts. Even the dog-eat-dog world of Bollywood does not forget to respect its seniors. Ever notice how the young Bollywood starlet will refer to her much older co-star as "Amit Sir" or "Ameer Ji"?
The thing with getting old is not how you perceive yourself but how others perceive you. Being called "Uncle" is the least of my worries. What if I am viewed as too old for my next job? What if my younger friends suddenly think that I am too old for their cards and drinking sessions? It suddenly makes sense why I see so many older guys with hot younger women. Sure they might have the money but there must be no better affirmation of one's youth than being with a younger women!
Age is hardly a factor in the software business in the USA. Here its a case of "You are old enough if you are good enough". I think that is partly due to the nature of a business that thrives on innovation. The simple fact is that new ideas come from young people. All the greatest minds of the last 200 years did their greatest work by the time they were 25 years old. Crap! Its been a while since I crossed that milestone!
There is a whole industry out there that is trying to profit on my insecurities. Health clubs advertise programs to bring back a body that's gone forever and hair products promise a quick fix for my follicle foibles. Alas, none of that will change the fact that I am not a spring chicken anymore.
I heard great news recently: The 80s are making a comeback! Finally, my wardrobe will be relevant once again. So will my taste in music........now if only I can find that old Duran Duran T-shirt.
They say 50 is the new 30. Should that not make 40 the new 20? Try telling that to those young boys that evening. All they saw was a balding, greying old man in soccer shoes that nobody wanted on their team. The thing is I do not feel 40. Well, not mentally anyway. My 3 knee surgeries are a constant reminder that my body is aging way faster than my mind.
I notice that age is viewed differently in India. There age means respect. Age means experience. Age means wisdom. Its very unlikely that a younger person will get promoted ahead of a senior person who has been with the company longer. The oldest person in the family is often looked to for advice. Older sibling are viewed and judged differently to their younger counterparts. Even the dog-eat-dog world of Bollywood does not forget to respect its seniors. Ever notice how the young Bollywood starlet will refer to her much older co-star as "Amit Sir" or "Ameer Ji"?
The thing with getting old is not how you perceive yourself but how others perceive you. Being called "Uncle" is the least of my worries. What if I am viewed as too old for my next job? What if my younger friends suddenly think that I am too old for their cards and drinking sessions? It suddenly makes sense why I see so many older guys with hot younger women. Sure they might have the money but there must be no better affirmation of one's youth than being with a younger women!
Age is hardly a factor in the software business in the USA. Here its a case of "You are old enough if you are good enough". I think that is partly due to the nature of a business that thrives on innovation. The simple fact is that new ideas come from young people. All the greatest minds of the last 200 years did their greatest work by the time they were 25 years old. Crap! Its been a while since I crossed that milestone!
There is a whole industry out there that is trying to profit on my insecurities. Health clubs advertise programs to bring back a body that's gone forever and hair products promise a quick fix for my follicle foibles. Alas, none of that will change the fact that I am not a spring chicken anymore.
I heard great news recently: The 80s are making a comeback! Finally, my wardrobe will be relevant once again. So will my taste in music........now if only I can find that old Duran Duran T-shirt.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Dude, where's my cover?
I remember walking into a record store to buy the new album by Pink Floyd and being blown away by the packaging of the CD.
Each CD was in a box which had a red blinking LED embedded into its edge; a visual representation of the album's name (Pulse).
When the first mp3 players hit the market, I greeted them with little enthusiasm. Now 10 years later I do not remember the last time I bought a new CD. My CD collection (of over 200 CDs) sits idle. I could sell them or give them away but I cannot get myself to do it. For me those CDs are more than the music on them. I remember how each album cover looks and picking up an album brings back memories of when I bought that CD. I love pulling out the inlay card and going over the album details: Who played on which song, notes from the artist, the cover art that makes each album unique.These days I download albums/songs to my mobile player (Sansa Fuze) so I do not get to see the album art and I miss it. I know that iTunes allows you to view the cover but its just not the same.
Pulse would not have been the same had it not been for that dramatic CD packaging. Can any Floyd fans imagine "Dark side of the moon" without that iconic cover of the prism splitting a beam of light? Anybody remember Santana's Abraxas cover? The way music is being consumed today means that the concept of "album" is dead. It also means that the album covers are gone for ever.
I feel the same way about books. I have just started using Amazon's e-book reader (Kindle) and even though I know that this is the way written content will be consumed in the years ahead, I have found the experience of reading a book off the device not as fulfilling. I cannot deny the advantages (portability, size) but what about the other stuff that makes book reading as much of a sensual experience as it is an intellectual one.
Where is that smell of a new book? Where is the cover that I can admire? Where are the beautiful fonts that make each book unique? My Kindle tells me what percentage of the book I have finished but not the page numbers. I miss the fact that I can see my bookmark and visually tell how far I have to go. I love being able to walk into somebody's house for the first time and get an insight into that person by staring at their bookshelves. All these will seem like minor quibbles compared to the benefits but the fact of the matter is that every time we take a step forward with a new paradigm, we lose a few things too.
There will come a time when using the phrase "Never judge a book by its cover" will be greeted with blank stares!
Each CD was in a box which had a red blinking LED embedded into its edge; a visual representation of the album's name (Pulse).
When the first mp3 players hit the market, I greeted them with little enthusiasm. Now 10 years later I do not remember the last time I bought a new CD. My CD collection (of over 200 CDs) sits idle. I could sell them or give them away but I cannot get myself to do it. For me those CDs are more than the music on them. I remember how each album cover looks and picking up an album brings back memories of when I bought that CD. I love pulling out the inlay card and going over the album details: Who played on which song, notes from the artist, the cover art that makes each album unique.These days I download albums/songs to my mobile player (Sansa Fuze) so I do not get to see the album art and I miss it. I know that iTunes allows you to view the cover but its just not the same.
Pulse would not have been the same had it not been for that dramatic CD packaging. Can any Floyd fans imagine "Dark side of the moon" without that iconic cover of the prism splitting a beam of light? Anybody remember Santana's Abraxas cover? The way music is being consumed today means that the concept of "album" is dead. It also means that the album covers are gone for ever.
I feel the same way about books. I have just started using Amazon's e-book reader (Kindle) and even though I know that this is the way written content will be consumed in the years ahead, I have found the experience of reading a book off the device not as fulfilling. I cannot deny the advantages (portability, size) but what about the other stuff that makes book reading as much of a sensual experience as it is an intellectual one.
Where is that smell of a new book? Where is the cover that I can admire? Where are the beautiful fonts that make each book unique? My Kindle tells me what percentage of the book I have finished but not the page numbers. I miss the fact that I can see my bookmark and visually tell how far I have to go. I love being able to walk into somebody's house for the first time and get an insight into that person by staring at their bookshelves. All these will seem like minor quibbles compared to the benefits but the fact of the matter is that every time we take a step forward with a new paradigm, we lose a few things too.
There will come a time when using the phrase "Never judge a book by its cover" will be greeted with blank stares!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
The 4th Idiot.
Am I am missing something? Has to be.
Everybody gets it except me. Like some memo that I have managed to miss. How else can I explain the sway that hindi movies hold over all the people I know? Every new release imported from the shores of the motherland is awaited like another Sachin century. They know the Stars, the plot, the back story.
And I? I couldn't care less. For me every new movie is another example of overacting by a bunch of aging stars who avoid looking their age like the plague.I cannot understand the fascination for all things Bollywood. There was a time when the trite song-and-dance, hero-villain junk was meant to be for the masses. People justified their cartoonish fantasy story lines as an escape for people whose daily life was a struggle for survival.
Fair enough.
But what are all my friends escaping from? Can they not handle a story which might not have a happy ending or where the protagonist has no love interest? Would they feel disoriented if an on-screen relationship was not developed in 7 minutes of lazy film making by way of a rehashed song sequence under the Golden Gate Bridge?
Speaking of songs, is it not time we put that whole song and dance routine to rest? Every movie has them. Can none of the new breed of talented directors figure out a way to keep an audience engaged without the hero bursting into song?
And what of the actors? Why is it that Mr. Amir Khan played a college student in Raang De Basanti three years ago and his new movie has him playing one again? Am I expected to suspend disbelief ( a skill that one has to master to watch Bollywood fare) and believe that this 45 year old man is supposed to be in college???? Could they find nobody else who looked the part and could pull off such a *demanding* role?
Speaking of aging gracefully, who is going to break the news to Mr. Bachchan that at 70yrs it is OK for him to look his age on the screen and that we will not think less of him if his toupee goes missing for a scene or two.
Don't get me wrong. Its not like everything out of Hollywood is Oscar-worthy. Some of the crap coming out of L.A is so vile that a song or two might actually lessen the pain while watching these gems!
The advice I get the most often goes like this: "Its mindless fun, Yaar!! Leave your brain at home and enjoy!!!"
I am not sure I can leave a vital organ behind and drive myself to a theater showing one of Bollywood's best offerings but one thing is clear as day: While "3 idiots" plays to packed houses in the bay area, I seem to be the only idiot who does not understand what the fuss is about.
Everybody gets it except me. Like some memo that I have managed to miss. How else can I explain the sway that hindi movies hold over all the people I know? Every new release imported from the shores of the motherland is awaited like another Sachin century. They know the Stars, the plot, the back story.
And I? I couldn't care less. For me every new movie is another example of overacting by a bunch of aging stars who avoid looking their age like the plague.I cannot understand the fascination for all things Bollywood. There was a time when the trite song-and-dance, hero-villain junk was meant to be for the masses. People justified their cartoonish fantasy story lines as an escape for people whose daily life was a struggle for survival.
Fair enough.
But what are all my friends escaping from? Can they not handle a story which might not have a happy ending or where the protagonist has no love interest? Would they feel disoriented if an on-screen relationship was not developed in 7 minutes of lazy film making by way of a rehashed song sequence under the Golden Gate Bridge?
Speaking of songs, is it not time we put that whole song and dance routine to rest? Every movie has them. Can none of the new breed of talented directors figure out a way to keep an audience engaged without the hero bursting into song?
And what of the actors? Why is it that Mr. Amir Khan played a college student in Raang De Basanti three years ago and his new movie has him playing one again? Am I expected to suspend disbelief ( a skill that one has to master to watch Bollywood fare) and believe that this 45 year old man is supposed to be in college???? Could they find nobody else who looked the part and could pull off such a *demanding* role?
Speaking of aging gracefully, who is going to break the news to Mr. Bachchan that at 70yrs it is OK for him to look his age on the screen and that we will not think less of him if his toupee goes missing for a scene or two.
Don't get me wrong. Its not like everything out of Hollywood is Oscar-worthy. Some of the crap coming out of L.A is so vile that a song or two might actually lessen the pain while watching these gems!
The advice I get the most often goes like this: "Its mindless fun, Yaar!! Leave your brain at home and enjoy!!!"
I am not sure I can leave a vital organ behind and drive myself to a theater showing one of Bollywood's best offerings but one thing is clear as day: While "3 idiots" plays to packed houses in the bay area, I seem to be the only idiot who does not understand what the fuss is about.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Et tu, Tiger?
How the mighty have fallen.
The last of the untouchables has been caught with his pants down. A lot as been said about what actually happened and how Tiger managed to hit a fire hydrant and a tree all within metres of his driveway. None of that really concerns me. What does concern me is how all this came to pass. How did a guy who can get up and down from a garbage bin, get caught out like this? How did a person with so much to loose risk everything for a mulligan (or two, or three.....)?
The fact that Tiger was caught with somebody else does not surprise me. That's what the rich and the powerful do. What shocks me is that he was stupid enough to get caught! He with his unlimited resources, his private jets, his luxury yatchs and private islands, he with the savvy of a seasoned politician goes to Vegas for his hi-jinks???? Vegas? That's were the wannabes go. That's were the working class goes to live the life that they think the rich have. Imagine going to a club with your friends and bumping into T.W!!! What next? Barack and Michelle catching a performance of Cirque De Soleil?!
What I like is how T.W is handling the media madness. He has decided to hide. No interviews, no public apology (except on his website), no date with Barbara Walters tearfully begging the fans for forgiveness. The public has a short memory and in a few months some other joker will be caught with his hand in the cookie jar and then the hyenas will move on. Remember Kobe? He was accused of rape. A few years and a championship later all is forgotten.
One has to remember that Tiger has not had a normal childhood. When most teenagers are smoking behind the gym and talking about girls, he was winning the U.S Amateur (3 times). When most young men in their 20s are enjoying their new-found independence he was winning majors. He was married and had 2 children by the time he was 32. He has never had the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of being a successful, rich, world famous athlete (however forbidden they might be).
It will be interesting to see which Tiger shows up January for the first PGA tournament on his calender (Torrey Pines). Will we see a distracted Tiger? Will we see a Tiger who is suddenly vulnerable or will we see a Tiger with a sharper focus? If he does decide that the best way out of this is to win and win big then 2K10 might yet be the Year of Tiger. Remember that while he was in Australia having his alleged tryst with one of his mistresses, he trounced the field to win the tournament. Imagine what a hyper-focused Tiger will do.
Finally, it has been interesting hearing men talk about Tiger's misdeeds. Almost nobody I met talked about how they could not understand why he would cheat on his wife. All the talk was about how he was stupid enough to get caught! What does that say about all us married men?
I have written about why I think the rich and the powerful take such risks when they know that being caught would mean paying a high price indeed.
http://tinyurl.com/ycjtuv8
(have I finally "arrived" as blogger when I can refer to my own posts from the past?)
The last of the untouchables has been caught with his pants down. A lot as been said about what actually happened and how Tiger managed to hit a fire hydrant and a tree all within metres of his driveway. None of that really concerns me. What does concern me is how all this came to pass. How did a guy who can get up and down from a garbage bin, get caught out like this? How did a person with so much to loose risk everything for a mulligan (or two, or three.....)?
The fact that Tiger was caught with somebody else does not surprise me. That's what the rich and the powerful do. What shocks me is that he was stupid enough to get caught! He with his unlimited resources, his private jets, his luxury yatchs and private islands, he with the savvy of a seasoned politician goes to Vegas for his hi-jinks???? Vegas? That's were the wannabes go. That's were the working class goes to live the life that they think the rich have. Imagine going to a club with your friends and bumping into T.W!!! What next? Barack and Michelle catching a performance of Cirque De Soleil?!
What I like is how T.W is handling the media madness. He has decided to hide. No interviews, no public apology (except on his website), no date with Barbara Walters tearfully begging the fans for forgiveness. The public has a short memory and in a few months some other joker will be caught with his hand in the cookie jar and then the hyenas will move on. Remember Kobe? He was accused of rape. A few years and a championship later all is forgotten.
One has to remember that Tiger has not had a normal childhood. When most teenagers are smoking behind the gym and talking about girls, he was winning the U.S Amateur (3 times). When most young men in their 20s are enjoying their new-found independence he was winning majors. He was married and had 2 children by the time he was 32. He has never had the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of being a successful, rich, world famous athlete (however forbidden they might be).
It will be interesting to see which Tiger shows up January for the first PGA tournament on his calender (Torrey Pines). Will we see a distracted Tiger? Will we see a Tiger who is suddenly vulnerable or will we see a Tiger with a sharper focus? If he does decide that the best way out of this is to win and win big then 2K10 might yet be the Year of Tiger. Remember that while he was in Australia having his alleged tryst with one of his mistresses, he trounced the field to win the tournament. Imagine what a hyper-focused Tiger will do.
Finally, it has been interesting hearing men talk about Tiger's misdeeds. Almost nobody I met talked about how they could not understand why he would cheat on his wife. All the talk was about how he was stupid enough to get caught! What does that say about all us married men?
I have written about why I think the rich and the powerful take such risks when they know that being caught would mean paying a high price indeed.
http://tinyurl.com/ycjtuv8
(have I finally "arrived" as blogger when I can refer to my own posts from the past?)
Saturday, November 21, 2009
My Inner Child.
My little two year old breaks into a dance the moment she hears music. I wonder why I cannot be so uninhibited.
She always announces exactly how she feels about anything. I cannot. It seems pointless to announce "I am sad!" or "I am happy". Which adult does that?
She says "I love you" with the ease that only a child can possess. I cannot. That's not something adults say.
She eats only when she is hungry. She does not feel the need to sit down and eat three times a day just because those have been designated as meal times.
When she does eat, she eats with all her senses. Every meal is an adventure, an orgy of smell, sight and touch. I eat mostly because its something I have to do. For adults most meals are brief punctuations in the daily routine.
She wears what she wants. She picks clothes in an instinctive way. She does not care if pink and yellow do not go well together. Adults dress for others. With us its more about how others think we look. A child will never ask you "How do I look Mommy?" because she is sure that she looks great. The Mommy on the other hand......
She is comfortable naked. Totally not self-conscious about her body. We adults on the other hand get nervous at the swimming pool wondering how are bodies are being perceived.
She moves on and never lingers on a past issues. She will never tell me two days later that she was hurt by my refusal to take her to the park. Adults on the other hand.......we will hang on to a perceived slight for days.
And then she will "grow up". Become more of an adult. Responsible, practical, calculating, the child in her gone forever.
I have posted a link to a talk on children's education. It talks about how we need to tap into our inner child to be creative and how our education system is built to kill that kind of creativity.
How schools kill creativity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iG9CE55wbtY
She always announces exactly how she feels about anything. I cannot. It seems pointless to announce "I am sad!" or "I am happy". Which adult does that?
She says "I love you" with the ease that only a child can possess. I cannot. That's not something adults say.
She eats only when she is hungry. She does not feel the need to sit down and eat three times a day just because those have been designated as meal times.
When she does eat, she eats with all her senses. Every meal is an adventure, an orgy of smell, sight and touch. I eat mostly because its something I have to do. For adults most meals are brief punctuations in the daily routine.
She wears what she wants. She picks clothes in an instinctive way. She does not care if pink and yellow do not go well together. Adults dress for others. With us its more about how others think we look. A child will never ask you "How do I look Mommy?" because she is sure that she looks great. The Mommy on the other hand......
She is comfortable naked. Totally not self-conscious about her body. We adults on the other hand get nervous at the swimming pool wondering how are bodies are being perceived.
She moves on and never lingers on a past issues. She will never tell me two days later that she was hurt by my refusal to take her to the park. Adults on the other hand.......we will hang on to a perceived slight for days.
And then she will "grow up". Become more of an adult. Responsible, practical, calculating, the child in her gone forever.
I have posted a link to a talk on children's education. It talks about how we need to tap into our inner child to be creative and how our education system is built to kill that kind of creativity.
How schools kill creativity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iG9CE55wbtY
Friday, November 6, 2009
The Little Giants
Sachin Tendulkar is India's greatest sportsman. A living legend who has broken all batting records and at the age of 36 is still going strong. At 5'5", he is a small man and an anomaly in the sporting world where mutant giants are more commonly found now than ever before. The list of small men who have gone on to do great things in the sporting arena is a very small one. The lack of stature has to be compensated by a freakish talent and a scheming mind. Today a small person can all but forget about a career in sport.
Individual sports have become the domain of the big and strong. Only a team sport like soccer and basketball allow for a small person to contribute by playing a specific supporting role. Ussain Bolt and Juan Martin Del Potro are just the start of a new generation of sportsmen that are bigger than any we have seen before. Old thinking used to be that the big guys will never be able to move as well as the smaller guys but modern training methods and nutrition is resulting in big fellas who can move like cats!
Where does that leave the Indians and the Chinese? The average height of the Indian male is 5'4". How are we expected to compete in a world of giants? Maybe we need to be smart about which sports we choose to play. The reason why Indians have had success in cricket is because it is predominantly a skill-based game. Its also the reason why we produce many great batsmen and spin bowlers but not enough fast bowlers because that's when being big and strong is a prerequisite.
Soccer is one game where we might have a chance. Skill and speed on the soccer pitch can go some ways to compensate the lack of height. It would still be a huge challenge. Imagine trying to stop a rampaging Didier Drogba; all 6'2" of him! Baseball is another game where you would think that being big would not be too much of an advantage. But this is far from true: Fast pitching requires big strong bodies and so does hitting home runs off those pitches. I looked up the Yankees roster for height information and was shocked to find that Derek Jeter, who does not look too big on TV, is 6'3"!
And so I live out my sporting dreams vicariously by watching the real "giants". Nothing gives me more pleasure than watching SRT coming down the track and hitting Glenn Mcgrath (all 6'5" of him) back over his head for a six. Or watching Maradona hustle and hoodwink his way through a wall of massive defenders! It is the ultimate triumph of will over circumstance, of guile over brute force, a real-life David-v-Goliath: how can you not cheer for that?
Human height averages around the world
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_height
Individual sports have become the domain of the big and strong. Only a team sport like soccer and basketball allow for a small person to contribute by playing a specific supporting role. Ussain Bolt and Juan Martin Del Potro are just the start of a new generation of sportsmen that are bigger than any we have seen before. Old thinking used to be that the big guys will never be able to move as well as the smaller guys but modern training methods and nutrition is resulting in big fellas who can move like cats!
Where does that leave the Indians and the Chinese? The average height of the Indian male is 5'4". How are we expected to compete in a world of giants? Maybe we need to be smart about which sports we choose to play. The reason why Indians have had success in cricket is because it is predominantly a skill-based game. Its also the reason why we produce many great batsmen and spin bowlers but not enough fast bowlers because that's when being big and strong is a prerequisite.
Soccer is one game where we might have a chance. Skill and speed on the soccer pitch can go some ways to compensate the lack of height. It would still be a huge challenge. Imagine trying to stop a rampaging Didier Drogba; all 6'2" of him! Baseball is another game where you would think that being big would not be too much of an advantage. But this is far from true: Fast pitching requires big strong bodies and so does hitting home runs off those pitches. I looked up the Yankees roster for height information and was shocked to find that Derek Jeter, who does not look too big on TV, is 6'3"!
And so I live out my sporting dreams vicariously by watching the real "giants". Nothing gives me more pleasure than watching SRT coming down the track and hitting Glenn Mcgrath (all 6'5" of him) back over his head for a six. Or watching Maradona hustle and hoodwink his way through a wall of massive defenders! It is the ultimate triumph of will over circumstance, of guile over brute force, a real-life David-v-Goliath: how can you not cheer for that?
Human height averages around the world
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_height
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