Tuesday, November 15, 2016
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Tuesday, November 08, 2016
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Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Being a portal was all the rage before the dot-com bust. After the bubble burst, Yahoo suffered from an identity crisis, much like the now-forgotten portals Excite and Lycos. Yahoo weather the storm much better than its competitors, but the new era didn't belong to portals, it belonged to specialists like Google and Facebook. Yahoo watched from the sidelines as it missed one opportunity after the other.
A spate of clueless CEO's didn't help either. Marissa Mayer was an expensive and promising hire as CEO of a sinking ship. Many people saw her as the only hope. The hopes were soon to be dashed. The identity crisis perpetuated under her and Yahoo's stocks continued to tumble. Expensive acquisitions were made in the hopes of reviving Yahoo's fortunes, but the company simply didn't know how to manage its acquisitions.
All attempts to revive the behemoth were finally laid to rest when the board invited offers to be bought. Verizon finally purchased it for a meager $4.8 billion. Compare this to being worth $125 billion not too long back and a $44 billion spurned offer to be bought outright by Microsoft.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Most people attain great fluency in hatred. The language of love, it would seem, is left to the animals.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2016
On a very different note, after having already converted Bitcoins into Pounds, Dollars and Euros, I converted the cryptocurrency into Indian Rupees today.
Fintech has come far. I've dabbled in 6 currencies in the last 1 week, 7 overall.
Monday, June 13, 2016
These are not the best of times for me, ma or didi.
Didi endured a major operation recently. Life since then hasn't been very easy.
Ma, whose condition seems to be the most precarious, is mercifully oblivious to her own condition. It's actually the distress others face that worries me the most. I wonder how long we can pull through and how painful the end will be. I'm consumed in thinking how unfortunate it has been that a cruel twist of fate has robbed her and the people around her so many moments of normal living. Even a semblance of normalcy would be a great relief. My pain consumes me.
I have my own issues, mostly within. It's a conflict I seem to be losing.
Why did dad have to leave so soon?