A young couple bought five acres outside Nashik, mostly to have somewhere quiet to breathe on weekends. The site sat close to a poultry farm, so the architects at Dimensions.nsk Studio traced the wind patterns first and placed the house where the smell wouldn’t reach it, opening it instead toward the mango orchards and mountains around it.
The house itself unfolds gradually. A brick block framed in concrete slowly reveals itself as you walk in, cut through with an entrance and dotted with circular openings that let in light without losing shade. Inside, the living, dining, and kitchen open straight onto a veranda, which stretches out to a lawn with barely any change in floor level, and the same flooring runs indoors and out so the transition disappears entirely.
Nothing about it is dressed up: just exposed brick, exposed concrete, and polished granite. A small house, but built for two people to stop performing and just exist in the land they loved.
Location: Nashik, Maharashtra, India
Architects: Dimensions.nsk Studio
Area: 3,068 sq. ft.
Completed: 2021
Photography: Yash Katariya – whatweclick
I have a theory on why Mourinho has stopped winning at the level we became accustomed to.
And I don’t think the answer is simply that Mourinho suddenly became a bad coach.
Football changed.
More importantly, footballers changed.
The type of player Mourinho was at his best with is becoming increasingly difficult to find.
Think about the players from his greatest teams.
Terry.
Lampard.
Drogba.
Zanetti.
Cambiasso.
Materazzi.
Eto’o.
Milito.
These weren’t just talented footballers. They had an enormous tolerance for suffering.
They could be coached hard.
They could be challenged.
They could play through pain.
They could accept uncomfortable instructions.
They could sacrifice individual numbers for the team.
And most importantly, they were willing to completely buy into the manager.
Mourinho’s entire philosophy was built around collective mentality.
He wanted players who would run through a wall for the team and, sometimes, through a wall for him.
But modern football has moved in a different direction.
Players today are more empowered.
They have bigger personal brands.
They have their own teams around them.
They are constantly exposed to media, social media and public opinion.
They understand their market value.
They are more likely to question certain methods that previous generations simply accepted.
That doesn’t necessarily mean today’s players are weaker mentally.
It means the relationship between player and manager has changed.
And that matters enormously for Mourinho.
Because Mourinho’s greatest weapon was never just his tactics.
It was his ability to create an almost cult-like level of belief inside a dressing room.
He could tell Lampard, you’re the best player in the world, and Lampard would carry that belief onto the pitch.
He could challenge Terry and make Terry feel like he had something to prove.
He could tell Inter that everyone was against them and turn that into fuel.
He could make his players feel like us against the world.
But that formula becomes harder when the modern dressing room is less willing to surrender completely to one personality.
And there is another problem:
the tactical environment caught up with him.
When Mourinho was dominating, his ideas were revolutionary.
The compact defensive block.
The aggressive transition.
The importance of tactical preparation.
The exploitation of opponents’ weaknesses.
The psychological warfare.
The detailed opposition analysis.
Today, almost every elite club has access to this level of preparation.
The things that once made Mourinho different became standard practice.
The game also became more positional, more technical and more intense.
Teams became better at pressing.
Build-up structures became more sophisticated.
Full-backs became midfielders.
Centre-backs became playmakers.
Goalkeepers became part of the first phase.
Possession became more strategically important.
And managers like Guardiola, Klopp, Arteta and others pushed the tactical evolution even further.
So Mourinho was no longer operating in an environment where his old advantages were automatically unique.
The game caught up.
But I think there is an even deeper problem.
Mourinho’s football was built around control.
He wanted to control the opponent.
Control space.
Control emotions.
Control the narrative.
Control the dressing room.
Control the game.
Modern football increasingly rewards managers who can create systems that function almost independently of individual authority.
The best teams today often have extremely complex automatisms.
Players know where to stand.
Where to rotate.
When to press.
When to drop.
How to create overloads.
How to manipulate the opponent’s structure.
The system itself becomes the source of control.
Mourinho historically relied much more heavily on the manager-player relationship as a source of control.
And when that relationship weakens, some of the magic disappears.
Gangs of Wasseypur was such a once-in-a-lifetime kind of production that every director who tried to emulate it fell on his face and ended up creating what I like to call the 'Madarchod-Bhosdike' genre of Indian cinema.
Ever wondered why Congress got 206 seats in 2009 from 145 in 2004, just 5 months after 26/11 attacks?
Well, they gerrymandered a majority via delimitation - a technique they’d been using for decades.
This is exactly what they fear BJP will do - hence, washing out the parliament session.
Found an old VHS bootleg of Heat where you can hear the audience reaction and it's really awesome hearing a crowd of people laugh at Pacino's "great ass" line. There's something so pure about it.
We quit our jobs.
There were six of us — Shiv Nadar, Arjun Malhotra, Yogesh Vaidya, Subhash Arora, D.S. Puri and me.
It was 1976. Startups were not really a thing in India. Venture capital did not exist. Banks were not exactly lining up to lend money to six young men with an idea and no collateral.
And computers? Most people had barely heard of them.
But we believed the microprocessor was going to change the world.
So we took the plunge.
Between the six of us, we managed to put together ₹1.87 lakh. We borrowed, pooled our savings and, in one case, even sold a car.
Our first office was a small barsati in Golf Links, Delhi.
We called ourselves Microcomp. We wanted to build an Indian computer.
There was just one problem.
We didn’t have a manufacturing licence.
That eventually led us to UP Electronics Corporation. They had the licence. We had the technology. And that partnership gave birth to Hindustan Computers Limited — HCL.
But perhaps the most audacious part of the story was what happened next.
We started selling a computer that was still being designed.
We had a brochure and a mock-up of the machine. That was it.
Our sales teams went across India, knocking on doors and convincing businesses to buy into a technology they had never used before.
The first orders came from IIT Kharagpur and IIT Madras.
Then came the harder part — convincing businesses.
In Coimbatore, we were up against DCM DP, a much bigger and more established name. I still remember sitting in the reception area of Premier Mills while the DCM team made its pitch.
We went in second.
And we won.
That one order gave us five more. Then ten.
That was HCL in those early years: not having the biggest balance sheet, the biggest brand or the easiest path — but finding a way.
We were restless.
We looked for gaps. We hired people who had what we called a “cowboy” spirit. We believed that technology had to be made useful and accessible, not intimidating.
And we kept moving.
From building India’s early indigenous computers to taking our business to Singapore when HCL was just four years old. From a small room in Delhi to a global technology company.
When I look back at 50 years, I think about six people sitting together in 1976, wondering if this crazy idea could actually work.
I think about a barsati.
A brochure for a computer that did not yet exist.
And the courage to knock on the next door.
That, to me, is the real HCL story.
50 years later, the technology has changed beyond anything we could have imagined.
But the spirit remains the same:
Dream big. Take the risk. And above all, Just Aspire.
Happy 50th, HCL.
What a journey it has been.
#AjaiChowdhry #JustAspire #HCL #50yearsofHCL #Nostalgic #Founders
A lucrative but tricky scheme has driven Mumbai redevelopment. Housing societies are jubilant with seductive offers. Builders are excited.
But if not handled intelligently - the scheme will hurt more than it will benefit.
Unfortunately the worrying signals have begun
Had he gone after hawkers he would have been accused of trampling on the livelihood of the poor and not having the guts to go after the rich and powerful! You can never win in India. You face doubt, scepticism, jealousy or outright slander- for doing good work. The crooks are celebrated unquestioningly!!😁🤦🏽♀️
I paid double digit lakhs as tax this year. I have no problems doing it. I filed a little late (on 3rd of August)because i got busy (my dad has not talked to me for two weeks for this anti national activity). Now these guys have sent me a tax demand for 730 rs. 730 rs which, if I do not pay in a month would be treated as some serious crime. I have no problem paying this either. But tell me, how does an honest tax payer feel when this sort of thing is done? I am going nowhere. They can easily adjust this against my returns next year but there is a demand and a threat of interest to be levied. The system is designed to harass people who comply while leaving a vast majority of non compliant people with no consequences whatsoever.
@sonalishelar Did you register it somewhere outside Maharashtra? Because my marriage is registered in Mumbai, but I don't remember the process or the experience being a hassle at all.
Indians are always in a race, even when there's nothing to win and nowhere to go.
Seats are assigned yet they still rush the gate to board first. At traffic lights, people squeeze through gaps, overtake everyone, sometimes jump the signal, and there’s nothing waiting for them at home either.
We're just conditioned to be ahead of the person next to us.
Imagine a workplace, where you reach at 11am, pour yourself a cup of coffee, reach your desk, then you signal your entire team, they start shouting & sloganeering on the floor. The HR head appears, and suspends office for 3 hours, you guys go out, roam around, come back at 2pm, shout again, HR cancels the entire day. People go home. All of them get full salary.
This is our Parliament.