"Life is not how many moments we live. Its how much you live in each moments."
There have been many moments in my life which are memorable and am sure that I will not forget them for the rest of my life. Below are some of them. They are not in any particular order or ranking. Just writing them as I remember them.
1. Getting selected for Infosys( 2004). Getting selected during the college placement has a distinct felling. A sense of achievement, pride, and full of confidence. Especially when the company's name is "Infosys".
2. Getting selected for MBA( 2007). Doing MBA was my ambition from the Engineering days. And getting selected to a high ranking college was an added bonus. More than me, I could see the happiness and pride on my parents face.
3. KSHITIJ(2003-05) . This was like a baby for me. It was the first national level event that I along with my friends organized in the college. Right from planning it with Ashwini to looking after all the areas till the conclusion. It was a hectic but memorable moment of my life. And it was here that I made a friend who over the time has become one of mine best friend. I know she will read this post one day and feel the same.
4. My first profit in Shares. Nothing can beat the sweet smell of money. Over the years, I have made a lot of money in stock market. But I still remember the first profit that I booked on mine small investment. However small it may seem, It holds the same place that is reserved for the "first salary".
5. My first(and only) surprise Birthday party( 2008). Its always good to know that there are some people who care for you and can go that extra mile to make your day.
And what a memorable day that was!!. Thanks you guys(and gals !! )...i love you all...
6. Time spend at Mysore. (2005-06). The 4 months that I spent in Infosys Mysore campus for training will always remain the best time spent apart from the home. I made some life long friend there.
7. 22-23 December, 2007. These days will remain in my memory forever. It was the time spent with my best friend and I will cherish every moment of it. It was on that day that I realized what a friendship means.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
“For you, a thousand times over”
Its very seldom that I feel like writing a book review despite claiming myself a voracious reader. But ever since I read this book, I feel that I will be doing an injustice if I don't write few words for this "great" book.
The book I am talking about is "the Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini.
Very often, the writer starts writing an autobiography or a biography but ends up with nothing more than personal thoughts. He just enforces his beliefs, most of which are "correct" and never tries to show his negative aspect. But this is not the case with this book.
This is a story of Aamir and his constant 'guilt'. Written in the backdrop of changing environment of Afghanistan, it shows how the once beautiful and lively country went transformed to almost a "hell". But these are just the subplots, even thought they are central to the story. As I said, this is mainly the story of Aamir and his "guilt".
Aamir is a well to to boy, and has a servant cum companion Hassan. Hassan is totally devoted to Aamir and is willing to give his life for Aamir at the drop of hat. He is the one who serves him food in the morning, plays with him and is excited when Aamir reads story to him. And despite Aamir making fun of him for his lack of education, he is grateful to him. But whole thing changes on that dreadful kite championship day, which although Aamir wins, but looses his self respect as he betrays Hassan. And this act of his haunts him till the very end. How he lives with this guilt and how he amends for it, forms the rest of the story. In between, is the story of his father's past, his own love life and the frighting picture of Taliban.
One of the reason for the book’s popularity is due to livid description of situation in Afghanistan, and the story has very beautifully given a snapshot of the disaster that has taken place over two decades. But it’s a story about people. The story is about human feelings, its about his short comings. The story shows how we can become very weak when we are expected to be brave and stand for our loved ones. And how the same person can withstand the might of the world just to undo his wrong deeds. It very delicately introduces us to the mind of Aamir at various points of his life. As a child, as a friend, master to a servant, child longing for his fathers attention and affection, an achiever, a looser, a lover, a fighter, a coward, person frightened to death, a person determined to achieve, etc. And all these attributes have been so skillfully portrayed, that we can compare ourself with Aamir at one point or the other. I for myself could find many instances where I had the same feelings as that of Aamir.
Now about the title of this post. This line have been repeated may be 2-3 times in the book. But from the very first time it was said to the very last time, which is also the last line of the book, it remain in the mind of the reader. And it is strange because it is not even a complete sentence. But the sheer force of this line tells a lot. It speaks of loyalty, love, affection,trust,and whatever good you can think of. It also speaks of the pain. The pain of neglect, the pain of belongingness, the pain of want.
I would recommend this book to anyone who has a liking for a bit of drama, bit of action but basically is interested in reading a quality book. A book which rips open the human mind. Be prepared to feel sad, angry and be open to interpretation. I am still to decide what would I have done had I been in Aamir place?. Or for that matter, in Hassan place on the "Kite championship day" ?,
The book I am talking about is "the Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini.
Very often, the writer starts writing an autobiography or a biography but ends up with nothing more than personal thoughts. He just enforces his beliefs, most of which are "correct" and never tries to show his negative aspect. But this is not the case with this book.
This is a story of Aamir and his constant 'guilt'. Written in the backdrop of changing environment of Afghanistan, it shows how the once beautiful and lively country went transformed to almost a "hell". But these are just the subplots, even thought they are central to the story. As I said, this is mainly the story of Aamir and his "guilt".
Aamir is a well to to boy, and has a servant cum companion Hassan. Hassan is totally devoted to Aamir and is willing to give his life for Aamir at the drop of hat. He is the one who serves him food in the morning, plays with him and is excited when Aamir reads story to him. And despite Aamir making fun of him for his lack of education, he is grateful to him. But whole thing changes on that dreadful kite championship day, which although Aamir wins, but looses his self respect as he betrays Hassan. And this act of his haunts him till the very end. How he lives with this guilt and how he amends for it, forms the rest of the story. In between, is the story of his father's past, his own love life and the frighting picture of Taliban.
One of the reason for the book’s popularity is due to livid description of situation in Afghanistan, and the story has very beautifully given a snapshot of the disaster that has taken place over two decades. But it’s a story about people. The story is about human feelings, its about his short comings. The story shows how we can become very weak when we are expected to be brave and stand for our loved ones. And how the same person can withstand the might of the world just to undo his wrong deeds. It very delicately introduces us to the mind of Aamir at various points of his life. As a child, as a friend, master to a servant, child longing for his fathers attention and affection, an achiever, a looser, a lover, a fighter, a coward, person frightened to death, a person determined to achieve, etc. And all these attributes have been so skillfully portrayed, that we can compare ourself with Aamir at one point or the other. I for myself could find many instances where I had the same feelings as that of Aamir.
Now about the title of this post. This line have been repeated may be 2-3 times in the book. But from the very first time it was said to the very last time, which is also the last line of the book, it remain in the mind of the reader. And it is strange because it is not even a complete sentence. But the sheer force of this line tells a lot. It speaks of loyalty, love, affection,trust,and whatever good you can think of. It also speaks of the pain. The pain of neglect, the pain of belongingness, the pain of want.
I would recommend this book to anyone who has a liking for a bit of drama, bit of action but basically is interested in reading a quality book. A book which rips open the human mind. Be prepared to feel sad, angry and be open to interpretation. I am still to decide what would I have done had I been in Aamir place?. Or for that matter, in Hassan place on the "Kite championship day" ?,
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Lonely again
I don't know whats happening to me. Am I going through some depression ?. I don't think so. Then why is it that I am feeling sad today...Infact very sad...and the strange thing is that not a drop of tear has fallen. Has the god made men this way, or had my tears abandoned me ?. The last time I felt so, one of my good friend has given me words of encouragement. I don't know if I am still eligible for that also. May be God is testing me..Putting me through the stress test to find out how strong I am. Oh god, I pray....DONT put me through this. I may not pass.
Had a blast here in Ahmadabad yesterday and the parents were worried. Me missing home....my parents. Even watched K3G movie...May sound strange as have exams from tomorrow.
Hmmm...cant write more now..got to study..though will be very difficult to do that.
Had a blast here in Ahmadabad yesterday and the parents were worried. Me missing home....my parents. Even watched K3G movie...May sound strange as have exams from tomorrow.
Hmmm...cant write more now..got to study..though will be very difficult to do that.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The mystry called "FE"
Disclaimer : The owner of this blog bears no responsibility for this post here. The opinions expressed are the personal feeling of the author. ( Its just a coincidence that they are the same person).
This is a story of an above intelligence boy, studying in a "reputed" MBA college. He is considered among his friends a " studious" guy ( Although the truth is known only by him and God). He mostly gets good grades in the exams( thanks to the CGPA method).
Having passed the first year with good grades, he enters the second year with lot of hope, passion, anxiety and enthusiasm. He opts for finance, as it is considered to be more lucrative in terms of pay package. He has the dream of becoming the next big shot in the finance world. But alas, only if pigs could fly....
The first term of the second year is still not over and he has begun to doubt the wisdom of his decision. If the trailer is so dangerous, then how will that poor mortal survive the movie ?. Just to give you a glimpse of his miserable life, here is an account in his own words of one of his class :
"This is FE class, the Financial Elective class. The seniors have warned me not to take this course. Everyone said it is hard. But why will I listen to them ?. I am the Mr Know-it-all. Anyways, " ab liya hain to padho". So, first class goes without any major hiccups. ( Mainly because it was the revision of whatever we have studied last year). And then the real problem starts. Starting from the second class, I am a mute spectator in the class. Mute because I don't want to open my mouth and divulge my "lack of knowledge". And spectator because I just watch everyone contributing to the class discussion. I mean, the faculty is teaching the same thing to every one, Every one is listening the same thing. Then why is it that they can grasp, understand and respond and I cannot. Am I so dumb witted ?. If I can quote the dialogue of a movie, then " All the words are flying".
They say this subject is vital to finance. If it is so, then it explains why the finance guys are always worried. IT also explains the reason for high ratio of stress for finance guys that other department. Why was this subject created. Weren't they satisfied with integral calculus that they invented this elective ?. I just look from one face to other in the class. most are listening to the class or may be trying to do so. Ruefully, not many beautiful faces in the class to stare and spare my mind of the torture. How am I ever gonna pass this exam. I know this is against ethics and is a bad thing to do, but I sincerely hope that there are some more students like me or even "dumb" than me. That is the only way for me to pass this exam. May god provide strength to mine weak heart to fight this battle." Amen.
This is a story of an above intelligence boy, studying in a "reputed" MBA college. He is considered among his friends a " studious" guy ( Although the truth is known only by him and God). He mostly gets good grades in the exams( thanks to the CGPA method).
Having passed the first year with good grades, he enters the second year with lot of hope, passion, anxiety and enthusiasm. He opts for finance, as it is considered to be more lucrative in terms of pay package. He has the dream of becoming the next big shot in the finance world. But alas, only if pigs could fly....
The first term of the second year is still not over and he has begun to doubt the wisdom of his decision. If the trailer is so dangerous, then how will that poor mortal survive the movie ?. Just to give you a glimpse of his miserable life, here is an account in his own words of one of his class :
"This is FE class, the Financial Elective class. The seniors have warned me not to take this course. Everyone said it is hard. But why will I listen to them ?. I am the Mr Know-it-all. Anyways, " ab liya hain to padho". So, first class goes without any major hiccups. ( Mainly because it was the revision of whatever we have studied last year). And then the real problem starts. Starting from the second class, I am a mute spectator in the class. Mute because I don't want to open my mouth and divulge my "lack of knowledge". And spectator because I just watch everyone contributing to the class discussion. I mean, the faculty is teaching the same thing to every one, Every one is listening the same thing. Then why is it that they can grasp, understand and respond and I cannot. Am I so dumb witted ?. If I can quote the dialogue of a movie, then " All the words are flying".
They say this subject is vital to finance. If it is so, then it explains why the finance guys are always worried. IT also explains the reason for high ratio of stress for finance guys that other department. Why was this subject created. Weren't they satisfied with integral calculus that they invented this elective ?. I just look from one face to other in the class. most are listening to the class or may be trying to do so. Ruefully, not many beautiful faces in the class to stare and spare my mind of the torture. How am I ever gonna pass this exam. I know this is against ethics and is a bad thing to do, but I sincerely hope that there are some more students like me or even "dumb" than me. That is the only way for me to pass this exam. May god provide strength to mine weak heart to fight this battle." Amen.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
I am back
Ok...Here I am back after my summer internship with RBI, and visit to home..
Back to college...full of juniors...some very pretty..But along with it comes the studies...the second year of MBA..that too in finance...The first few day itself gave the glimpse of what is to come further...I just look blankly at the faces of my classmates, who don't know how, seems to know everything...How the hell do they know so much..Did they study something extra, which I did not..
Anyways...whats the use of complaining now..I should have thought about it in the first year itself...But I know I will not give up so easily..I will fight..
Back to college...full of juniors...some very pretty..But along with it comes the studies...the second year of MBA..that too in finance...The first few day itself gave the glimpse of what is to come further...I just look blankly at the faces of my classmates, who don't know how, seems to know everything...How the hell do they know so much..Did they study something extra, which I did not..
Anyways...whats the use of complaining now..I should have thought about it in the first year itself...But I know I will not give up so easily..I will fight..
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 2
This is in continuation to the last post of Baroda Trip part 1 .
So where was I?? yes, so finally she settled in her seat. and I settled to my job..i.e. watching her. She must be around 24 years ( although it is hard to tell the real age of girls with the modern makeups), fair, with a very good figure and an innocent smile which could make mountains move.
Is she married..?? no way to know..she has covered her head by some cloth which looks to me more like a piece of bed sheet than anything else. Cant see her 'mangalsutra' although it may be that it is hidden under her top where I can't see.( so sad)..
So, as they say in cricket, the benefit of doubt goes to me, and it is decided that she is not married.
Now my mind starts thinking ways to talk to her. Should I go near her and ask for a magazine or something( how silly..), or should I just pass by her, pick her dropped handkerchief, hand it to her and start conversation on some pretext or other...?( Alas, the moment i think of this excellent plan, she picks up her handkerchief.)
More than an hour passes in thinking the means and ways to approach her. I had now only an hour left of journey. And as if god heard my heart voice, I see that she has closed the book she was reading and is looking around. And before she turns towards my side, I very quickly set my hair, wipe off the sweat from face and bring a pepsodent smile on my face. This whole otherwise lengthy process took just 2 seconds..wow...And finally our eyes meet. I give her my million dollar smile. Not sure what her face expression meant. It was a mixture of amazement, mischief, annoyance, and a large part was of confusion. I don't understand why such a look. I mean, where else she could have seen such a handsome, smart boy smiling at her. I think she must be thanking her stars and so such a look.
Anyways, after a second or so, she also gave a smile. Although not the family pack colgate like mine, but certainly the trial offer pack. And I knew that I have won half the battle. Isn't it that some great men have said that " ladki hansi to fansi".
So, now what?. What to do now?. This was the question going in my mind. And it was here that my inexperience in such matter was causing me problem. Had it been some stud of my college, I know by now, he must have had her mobile number and god knows what else...
But here I was sitting just thinking what to do next. And I am very much sure the same must have also been going in her mind.
So, before I continue with what I did or rather did not do, here's a million dollar question to all of you.
Question: What should I have done ?...
The best answer will get a personally signed thank you note from a very great person. (Don't ask me the name. It has been withhold due to security reason. Just a hint, His name starts with 'A').
to be continued......
So where was I?? yes, so finally she settled in her seat. and I settled to my job..i.e. watching her. She must be around 24 years ( although it is hard to tell the real age of girls with the modern makeups), fair, with a very good figure and an innocent smile which could make mountains move.
Is she married..?? no way to know..she has covered her head by some cloth which looks to me more like a piece of bed sheet than anything else. Cant see her 'mangalsutra' although it may be that it is hidden under her top where I can't see.( so sad)..
So, as they say in cricket, the benefit of doubt goes to me, and it is decided that she is not married.
Now my mind starts thinking ways to talk to her. Should I go near her and ask for a magazine or something( how silly..), or should I just pass by her, pick her dropped handkerchief, hand it to her and start conversation on some pretext or other...?( Alas, the moment i think of this excellent plan, she picks up her handkerchief.)
More than an hour passes in thinking the means and ways to approach her. I had now only an hour left of journey. And as if god heard my heart voice, I see that she has closed the book she was reading and is looking around. And before she turns towards my side, I very quickly set my hair, wipe off the sweat from face and bring a pepsodent smile on my face. This whole otherwise lengthy process took just 2 seconds..wow...And finally our eyes meet. I give her my million dollar smile. Not sure what her face expression meant. It was a mixture of amazement, mischief, annoyance, and a large part was of confusion. I don't understand why such a look. I mean, where else she could have seen such a handsome, smart boy smiling at her. I think she must be thanking her stars and so such a look.
Anyways, after a second or so, she also gave a smile. Although not the family pack colgate like mine, but certainly the trial offer pack. And I knew that I have won half the battle. Isn't it that some great men have said that " ladki hansi to fansi".
So, now what?. What to do now?. This was the question going in my mind. And it was here that my inexperience in such matter was causing me problem. Had it been some stud of my college, I know by now, he must have had her mobile number and god knows what else...
But here I was sitting just thinking what to do next. And I am very much sure the same must have also been going in her mind.
So, before I continue with what I did or rather did not do, here's a million dollar question to all of you.
Question: What should I have done ?...
The best answer will get a personally signed thank you note from a very great person. (Don't ask me the name. It has been withhold due to security reason. Just a hint, His name starts with 'A').
to be continued......
Saturday, May 31, 2008
I am Mr Lonely....
I don't know why, but I am feeling very sad today.....its rather very strange as there is no reason for it..but still...I am feeling like crying..my heart says that go and pour out all your sorrows..but my mind refuse to hear...seems even my tears have left me alone in these hard moments...even tried to call home as there is no better soothing method for me than to talk to my mother.. but alas...everything has to go wrong today...could not talk to her...must be a really bad day for me...
I had thought that I will write the second part of Baroda trip blog today and some other blogs..but ...leave it...not at all in mood to write....
Sincerely hope that this ends today itself and tomorrow be a new, fresh and happy day..
Amen...
I had thought that I will write the second part of Baroda trip blog today and some other blogs..but ...leave it...not at all in mood to write....
Sincerely hope that this ends today itself and tomorrow be a new, fresh and happy day..
Amen...
From the heart of my friend
Hi everybody,
Well let me first introduce myself…. I am a Friend of Ayus pursuing MBA from the same institute.
I am just about to finish my summers training, not at RBI, but at TCS, and would like to share some of my experience of these two crucial months.
Well what the summers are meant for????
According to me they are meant for two things:
Adding to your technical (I mean subject knowledge giving it a practical touch)
Providing deep and reach insights from so called “Glamorous Corporate World”.
As far as technical knowledge is concerned it depends on the project, the company you get. It is possible that you might not get a company of your choice or the project you get may not be of your interest. Hence as far as addition to all ready existing technical knowledge is concerned it might not be great.
If I talk about myself, the company I got is no doubt one of the dream companies of many people. But as far as the addition of technical knowledge is concerned, I did not get into the same domain I wanted. (I wanted to go for a finance profile, but it being an IT company…..).
However as far as addition to behavioral aspect is concerned it definitely provided me with great insights. I came to know about his glamorous corporate world, how “professional” people are here and how even your friends get professional by getting here.
Some thing that I have learn in these two months is that life is too tough and no body is yours. It’s your life and you have to fight it too hard. In this corporate life everyone is there to bite their own share and everyone wants this biggest pie. To get this they are ready to go anyway. Further, I have learn that what people say and what they do are entirely two different things. (I know “Saying” and “Doing” are two different things).
I at times used to believe that in this world there are people are of integrity, but after this two months……. ?????
Sometimes I feel that in this world there is no space for people who are sober, calm and introvert. It is a world of people who are diplomatic, cunning, and selfish and on the top of boot licker. And one day perhaps everybody becomes a boot licker.
Some of the minor issues that I have faced in this two months were related to general life like living and commuting problems, though at times they used to take a gigantic picture,
But a few things that needs to be ponder upon are
Is the world full of BOOTLICKERS???
What does a person get by deceiving others???
Who gives right to anyone to hurt others???
And finally whatever we do as a part of corporate life (may be the work we do not like but we continue to do it, or anything else) why we do it????
Just for sake of some money and actually let our real person dies a ghost death.
Is it right to compromise with your definition of life???
These are some of the unanswered questions.
Hope to find answers from you all.
Finally I thanks Ayus for providing me a SMALL space in his BADDA Sa Blog space..
Cheers!!!
Nivedita.
Well let me first introduce myself…. I am a Friend of Ayus pursuing MBA from the same institute.
I am just about to finish my summers training, not at RBI, but at TCS, and would like to share some of my experience of these two crucial months.
Well what the summers are meant for????
According to me they are meant for two things:
Adding to your technical (I mean subject knowledge giving it a practical touch)
Providing deep and reach insights from so called “Glamorous Corporate World”.
As far as technical knowledge is concerned it depends on the project, the company you get. It is possible that you might not get a company of your choice or the project you get may not be of your interest. Hence as far as addition to all ready existing technical knowledge is concerned it might not be great.
If I talk about myself, the company I got is no doubt one of the dream companies of many people. But as far as the addition of technical knowledge is concerned, I did not get into the same domain I wanted. (I wanted to go for a finance profile, but it being an IT company…..).
However as far as addition to behavioral aspect is concerned it definitely provided me with great insights. I came to know about his glamorous corporate world, how “professional” people are here and how even your friends get professional by getting here.
Some thing that I have learn in these two months is that life is too tough and no body is yours. It’s your life and you have to fight it too hard. In this corporate life everyone is there to bite their own share and everyone wants this biggest pie. To get this they are ready to go anyway. Further, I have learn that what people say and what they do are entirely two different things. (I know “Saying” and “Doing” are two different things).
I at times used to believe that in this world there are people are of integrity, but after this two months……. ?????
Sometimes I feel that in this world there is no space for people who are sober, calm and introvert. It is a world of people who are diplomatic, cunning, and selfish and on the top of boot licker. And one day perhaps everybody becomes a boot licker.
Some of the minor issues that I have faced in this two months were related to general life like living and commuting problems, though at times they used to take a gigantic picture,
But a few things that needs to be ponder upon are
Is the world full of BOOTLICKERS???
What does a person get by deceiving others???
Who gives right to anyone to hurt others???
And finally whatever we do as a part of corporate life (may be the work we do not like but we continue to do it, or anything else) why we do it????
Just for sake of some money and actually let our real person dies a ghost death.
Is it right to compromise with your definition of life???
These are some of the unanswered questions.
Hope to find answers from you all.
Finally I thanks Ayus for providing me a SMALL space in his BADDA Sa Blog space..
Cheers!!!
Nivedita.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 1
Recently I took a trip to Baroda, the neighbour district of Ahmedabad (though not very near neighbour, there are 2 more district between them). It was supposed to be a business visit, as I was going for interacting with bank management for my project work. But there was also a thought somewhere in the back of my mind that I may see one of my friends living there, although the odds were heavily against it.
One more bank employee was supposed to go with me and we decided that we will meet at police post near Subhas bridge (meeting place has nothing to do with his or mine background), even though I never knew where in Ahmedabad is subhas bridge located. So on the morning of visit, after an hour of searching and after changing three autos, I reached the police post (though I never saw any bridge, leave alone Subhas Chandra Bose. All I saw there was a policeman extracting money from a helpless motorist..)..
Cutting short… We reached the bus stand and looked for ticket counter as neither of us has gone before there. We took two tickets of express highway bus. The single most striking feature of this bus was that there was no conductor in it. Would you believe it..?? I have never sat in bus which doesn't have conductor. Even a Volvo has one, and this was just a state bus. But the good thing was that only the limited no of tickets were issued and everybody has his (or her) seats pre assigned. So there was no commotion, no putting handkerchief on the seat, etc.
Cutting short… The bus started without any hiccups or pushing from the back. As usual, once every one settled down, I started doing what we guys normally do in such circumstances. And there she was. Just 2 seats in front of me was sitting a beautiful girl with her mother. She was wearing a yellow sari ( I mean the mother) .. The girl was very nicely dressed in jeans and top. ( now, don’t ask me the color..who remembers the color in such situation. And what difference does it make). She was having difficulty in adjusting her luggage, and before I could offer my service and score brownie points, her mother stood and helped her..(Now, why do mothers have to help…. what are we guys for.. cant they just sleep…)
......to be continued....
One more bank employee was supposed to go with me and we decided that we will meet at police post near Subhas bridge (meeting place has nothing to do with his or mine background), even though I never knew where in Ahmedabad is subhas bridge located. So on the morning of visit, after an hour of searching and after changing three autos, I reached the police post (though I never saw any bridge, leave alone Subhas Chandra Bose. All I saw there was a policeman extracting money from a helpless motorist..)..
Cutting short… We reached the bus stand and looked for ticket counter as neither of us has gone before there. We took two tickets of express highway bus. The single most striking feature of this bus was that there was no conductor in it. Would you believe it..?? I have never sat in bus which doesn't have conductor. Even a Volvo has one, and this was just a state bus. But the good thing was that only the limited no of tickets were issued and everybody has his (or her) seats pre assigned. So there was no commotion, no putting handkerchief on the seat, etc.
Cutting short… The bus started without any hiccups or pushing from the back. As usual, once every one settled down, I started doing what we guys normally do in such circumstances. And there she was. Just 2 seats in front of me was sitting a beautiful girl with her mother. She was wearing a yellow sari ( I mean the mother) .. The girl was very nicely dressed in jeans and top. ( now, don’t ask me the color..who remembers the color in such situation. And what difference does it make). She was having difficulty in adjusting her luggage, and before I could offer my service and score brownie points, her mother stood and helped her..(Now, why do mothers have to help…. what are we guys for.. cant they just sleep…)
......to be continued....
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Why I need a girl friend
It may sound very absurd( common..who doesn't know why a guy needs a girl friend..?)to tell why I need a girl friend. Every guy wants a girl friend, may be for different reasons..Here are some of the reasons I think, or rather most of the guys think, why a girl friend is a necessity..
1. Ok..guys are there....but when we need that emotional support, that shoulder on which we can share our secrets and hug the friend, no one can beat the girls.
2. Every one has a girl friend.. suresh has it...mahesh has it...ram has two..that stud shyam has three...even that stupid motu has one....why cant I have.??
3. No one has the unique power which the girls have to make you smile...Even in the worst of your mood, just that one killer smile is enough to make you melt..
4. Who will send you birthday cards, gifts, and lovely text message everyday if you don't have girl friends...You cant expect guys to do the same..
5. Forget about the memory enhancing medicine... just get a girl friend..and tell her all that you would like to be remember. She will remind you to the point of amazement, saturation and frustration..probably in that order..!!
6. Who said you cant eat quality food in hostel..Ask a person having a girl friend..She will make it a point to see that you eat good food, even if that means cooking herself..
7. Ok.. you have bad taste in colors ?? .. you don't know how to select a gift ?? Consult her...She is the utmost expert in all these matters in which we lesser mortal guys are incompetent..
8. Want to watch a movie in which your buddies are not interested ??..Want to visit some place where they don't want to go..You have got the company..
I can think of many more reasons, but I think most you must be knowing them..And if by any chance you don't know, then you are still not ready to have a girl friend.
1. Ok..guys are there....but when we need that emotional support, that shoulder on which we can share our secrets and hug the friend, no one can beat the girls.
2. Every one has a girl friend.. suresh has it...mahesh has it...ram has two..that stud shyam has three...even that stupid motu has one....why cant I have.??
3. No one has the unique power which the girls have to make you smile...Even in the worst of your mood, just that one killer smile is enough to make you melt..
4. Who will send you birthday cards, gifts, and lovely text message everyday if you don't have girl friends...You cant expect guys to do the same..
5. Forget about the memory enhancing medicine... just get a girl friend..and tell her all that you would like to be remember. She will remind you to the point of amazement, saturation and frustration..probably in that order..!!
6. Who said you cant eat quality food in hostel..Ask a person having a girl friend..She will make it a point to see that you eat good food, even if that means cooking herself..
7. Ok.. you have bad taste in colors ?? .. you don't know how to select a gift ?? Consult her...She is the utmost expert in all these matters in which we lesser mortal guys are incompetent..
8. Want to watch a movie in which your buddies are not interested ??..Want to visit some place where they don't want to go..You have got the company..
I can think of many more reasons, but I think most you must be knowing them..And if by any chance you don't know, then you are still not ready to have a girl friend.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Pink City goes "Red"
Ok, I am too late in commenting on this topic... the papers have already made a thorough analysis of it...The political parties have already used it to their advantage...The common people like you and me have suffered a lot....then what’s the need of this another post on such a "regular" event...??
There is...Because it is the only medium where I can give vent to my anger...I can express my anguish and sadness on the loss of so many lives. And more than that, towards the feeling of fear and insecurity which these blast have caused.
What is the motive of these blasts..??? I, with my limited knowledge and worldly wisdom cannot see any purpose being served from it apart from creating terror....then the question comes, why this terror for and who wants to do it...?? Is it the terrorist groups....??? Is it Pakistanis..??? Is it the Bangladeshis...??? Is it a Muslim organization..?? Is it the work of some radical Hindu group for selfish reasons..??
Why is that every time such things happen, we out rightly blame our neighbor....Have we ever tried to have a sincere and honest look within our self and try to find if not some blame is on us also.???.. The recent report says that Rajasthan police had some information of such attack days before and had been warned...Then why adequate measure didn’t had been taken...
I know I am doing the same thing that I just criticized. i.e. blaming others...
It is very easy to point fingers to others. But don't we, the common people also have some responsibility towards our society. And if not to others, then at least for our self only. The least we can do is to keep our eyes open...I think we all understand what that means. If we citizens just become a bit more cautious and report any antisocial activities going around us, the world would be a better place to live....But it requires courage.
And as Aamir Khan said in RDB…
“जिंदगी जीने के दो ही तरीके होते हैं .
एक, जो हो रहा हैं, उसे चुप चाप सहते रहो,
या फिर जिमेदारी उठाओ उसे बदलने की “
There is...Because it is the only medium where I can give vent to my anger...I can express my anguish and sadness on the loss of so many lives. And more than that, towards the feeling of fear and insecurity which these blast have caused.
What is the motive of these blasts..??? I, with my limited knowledge and worldly wisdom cannot see any purpose being served from it apart from creating terror....then the question comes, why this terror for and who wants to do it...?? Is it the terrorist groups....??? Is it Pakistanis..??? Is it the Bangladeshis...??? Is it a Muslim organization..?? Is it the work of some radical Hindu group for selfish reasons..??
Why is that every time such things happen, we out rightly blame our neighbor....Have we ever tried to have a sincere and honest look within our self and try to find if not some blame is on us also.???.. The recent report says that Rajasthan police had some information of such attack days before and had been warned...Then why adequate measure didn’t had been taken...
I know I am doing the same thing that I just criticized. i.e. blaming others...
It is very easy to point fingers to others. But don't we, the common people also have some responsibility towards our society. And if not to others, then at least for our self only. The least we can do is to keep our eyes open...I think we all understand what that means. If we citizens just become a bit more cautious and report any antisocial activities going around us, the world would be a better place to live....But it requires courage.
And as Aamir Khan said in RDB…
“जिंदगी जीने के दो ही तरीके होते हैं .
एक, जो हो रहा हैं, उसे चुप चाप सहते रहो,
या फिर जिमेदारी उठाओ उसे बदलने की “
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Last Don
Since the matter concerns with the "DON", let me put a disclaimer in the beginning itself.....
This post has nothing to do with "The Don", my room mate. Its about the novel.
The Last Don, written by Mario Puzo in 1996 is the second book I have read about the mafia, the first being the evergreen" The Godfather".
lemme confess that i had great expectation from this novel as it was natural after having read the godfather . As with Da vinci code, i have read godfather many times and it looks as fresh each time.But "the last don" did not stand upto my expectation.
The Don Domenico Clericuzio here did not show the personality, the wisdom, and was not shown in great light as Don Vito Corleone of godfather. Never once i ever felt in awe with him. And even though there were ample negative shades of DOn corleone,I felt a sense of respect for him. This is not for the Don Clericuzio or any other character.
The storyline itself diverge too much on the film industry rather than on the mafia industry. And finaly there were too many details which made reading less interesting.
In effect, it was like watching Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie "Saawanriya" after having watched "Black"...
This post has nothing to do with "The Don", my room mate. Its about the novel.
The Last Don, written by Mario Puzo in 1996 is the second book I have read about the mafia, the first being the evergreen" The Godfather".
lemme confess that i had great expectation from this novel as it was natural after having read the godfather . As with Da vinci code, i have read godfather many times and it looks as fresh each time.But "the last don" did not stand upto my expectation.
The Don Domenico Clericuzio here did not show the personality, the wisdom, and was not shown in great light as Don Vito Corleone of godfather. Never once i ever felt in awe with him. And even though there were ample negative shades of DOn corleone,I felt a sense of respect for him. This is not for the Don Clericuzio or any other character.
The storyline itself diverge too much on the film industry rather than on the mafia industry. And finaly there were too many details which made reading less interesting.
In effect, it was like watching Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie "Saawanriya" after having watched "Black"...
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
4 people I would like to slap
it many sound bizzare, but if i ever have a chance, i would like to slap these people.
1. KPS Gill ... for his sheer stubbornness and for the decline of our national sports.
2. A. B. Bardhan.....For all the roadblocks he is putting in India's growth.. Be it nuclear pact, economic reform, etc..
3. Raj Thakre..... I think any sane person would understand why I want to do this...He is dividing the country.
4. All the rapist and child molesters.
1. KPS Gill ... for his sheer stubbornness and for the decline of our national sports.
2. A. B. Bardhan.....For all the roadblocks he is putting in India's growth.. Be it nuclear pact, economic reform, etc..
3. Raj Thakre..... I think any sane person would understand why I want to do this...He is dividing the country.
4. All the rapist and child molesters.
Monday, May 5, 2008
da vinci code
Recently I read the much famous "Da vinci code" by Dan Brown for the hmmm....4th time and completed it in 2 nights...wow...thats a record for me for finishing the book fastest. ( previous record is of 4 nights). i don't know why, but every time i read this book, i feel the same excitement as when i had read it for the first time. Even though i know all the character, the plot, the vaious codes and their eventually breaking away sequence, the fast paced chase from paris to london....all of these i know but still feel the same thrill every time. why is it so...???? is it only with me or others also feel the same way....??...
But what makes this book click so much...why do millions of reader associate themselfwith this book...it may be the controversies, it may be the mystries of "holy grail", the various insight about leonardo, pi, pagan culture, priory of sion, etc.....and the heat and debate generated by this book has only enhanced the interest in this book....i myself had spent many hours on internet trying to find additional information on various "truth" mentioned in it.
And i know one thing for sure...if i dont get any good book when i feel like reading, then i will not hesitate to read it again.
But what makes this book click so much...why do millions of reader associate themselfwith this book...it may be the controversies, it may be the mystries of "holy grail", the various insight about leonardo, pi, pagan culture, priory of sion, etc.....and the heat and debate generated by this book has only enhanced the interest in this book....i myself had spent many hours on internet trying to find additional information on various "truth" mentioned in it.
And i know one thing for sure...if i dont get any good book when i feel like reading, then i will not hesitate to read it again.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Life at RBI
जब मेरा RBI में summers हुआ तो मैं कितना खुश हुआ था...अब सुबह नहीं उठाना पड़ेगा ...पढना नहीं पड़ेगा..आराम से २-३ महीने गुजरेंगे..कितना गलत था मैं..कभी सोचा ही नहीं था की कॉलेज और सारे दोस्त इतने याद आयेंगे...जिस कॉलेज को जाने को मन नहीं करता था अब वही कभी कभी याद आने लगता हैं... वोह दोस्तों के साथ घूमना...क्लास के सारे किस्से....क्लास में लोगो को सोते हुए देखना....अब सारे याद आ रहे हैं...
RBI में तो एक सी जिंदगी हो गयी हैं...सुबह १० बजे जाना और ६ बजे आ जाना...और वहाँ जाकर सिर्फ काम करने का दिखावा करना...यह भी कोई जिंदगी हैं.. waiting to go back to college....
RBI में तो एक सी जिंदगी हो गयी हैं...सुबह १० बजे जाना और ६ बजे आ जाना...और वहाँ जाकर सिर्फ काम करने का दिखावा करना...यह भी कोई जिंदगी हैं.. waiting to go back to college....
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Hockey...Funeral of National Game ...
2008 will be remembered as the black year in not just the hockey history but also in the history of Indian sports. for the first time in the 80 years, India failed to qualify for the Olympics.....
Even shameful fact is that the once "invincible" team had to play the qualifier for a berth in the Olympics...it seems that the Indian hockey has reached its nadir. Good news on the hockey front is hardly seen....
who is to blame for this...players..?? coach..??? administration...??? federation..?? sports ministry...?? or the general public....
why is there such a lack of interest among the people about this sport...why no effigy were burnt...??? why no protest march...???? why no stone throwing...?? why no one is ready to take the responsibilities..?? why no head hunt...??? why no corporate house is supporting this support on large scale...
these are some of the questions that more than anyone else we have to think and answer to our future generation...
Even shameful fact is that the once "invincible" team had to play the qualifier for a berth in the Olympics...it seems that the Indian hockey has reached its nadir. Good news on the hockey front is hardly seen....
who is to blame for this...players..?? coach..??? administration...??? federation..?? sports ministry...?? or the general public....
why is there such a lack of interest among the people about this sport...why no effigy were burnt...??? why no protest march...???? why no stone throwing...?? why no one is ready to take the responsibilities..?? why no head hunt...??? why no corporate house is supporting this support on large scale...
these are some of the questions that more than anyone else we have to think and answer to our future generation...
indian cricket......a old era paves way for the new one...
ok...Indian team won the triangular tournament in Australia....congrats....this was the most fiercely fought series in recent time that i can think of.( though i can hardly think of many series.. :)...the test series that preceded the one days was full of emotions, drama( both on field and off field), passion, spirit, and not to forget...action..!!!
People say that the turning point was the Sydney fiasco. But I think that the win at Perth was the turning point. it was this win that gave the team the confidence and moral boost to compete with 'mighty' Australia. the whole body language, the way the team played changed. they were ready to look directly into the eyes of the Aussies and match every tactics of them. their highly acclaimed batsmen were forced to play defensively and even better think was that they were playing so against a vastly inexperienced bowling attack.
the youngster proved their worth..they justified the confidence selector and captain had on them.
And what to say about Dhoni....usne to bas dho dala...more than his batting or keeping skills, i was impressed by his captaincy, man management, and calmness at the field......I sincerely hope my college prepares a case study on his management skills and use that in class... :)
All the best Indian team ....
People say that the turning point was the Sydney fiasco. But I think that the win at Perth was the turning point. it was this win that gave the team the confidence and moral boost to compete with 'mighty' Australia. the whole body language, the way the team played changed. they were ready to look directly into the eyes of the Aussies and match every tactics of them. their highly acclaimed batsmen were forced to play defensively and even better think was that they were playing so against a vastly inexperienced bowling attack.
the youngster proved their worth..they justified the confidence selector and captain had on them.
And what to say about Dhoni....usne to bas dho dala...more than his batting or keeping skills, i was impressed by his captaincy, man management, and calmness at the field......I sincerely hope my college prepares a case study on his management skills and use that in class... :)
All the best Indian team ....
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं
This beautiful poem is courtesy Yetan, my second year senior......
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं
तुम कह देना कोई खास नहीं
एक दोस्त हैं कच्चा पक्का सा
एक झूठ हैं आधा सच्चा सा
जीवन का ऐसा साथी हैं
जो दूर नहीं, जो पास नहीं
एक साया हैं जो चलता साथ मेरे
हर मुश्किल में हैं पास मेरे
क्या मायूसी, क्या खुशहाली
हर पल्चित रमता साथ मेरे
जहाँ अपनापन मिथ्या हैं
पैसा पैसा ही माया हैं
ऐसी मतलबी भरी दुनिया में
एक 'दोस्त' दोस्ती करने आया हैं
कभी बीच राह मे छोर चले
ऐसा बिलकुल विश्वास नहीं
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं
तुम कह देना कोई खास नहीं
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं
तुम कह देना कोई खास नहीं
एक दोस्त हैं कच्चा पक्का सा
एक झूठ हैं आधा सच्चा सा
जीवन का ऐसा साथी हैं
जो दूर नहीं, जो पास नहीं
एक साया हैं जो चलता साथ मेरे
हर मुश्किल में हैं पास मेरे
क्या मायूसी, क्या खुशहाली
हर पल्चित रमता साथ मेरे
जहाँ अपनापन मिथ्या हैं
पैसा पैसा ही माया हैं
ऐसी मतलबी भरी दुनिया में
एक 'दोस्त' दोस्ती करने आया हैं
कभी बीच राह मे छोर चले
ऐसा बिलकुल विश्वास नहीं
कोई तुमसे पूछे कौन हूँ मैं
तुम कह देना कोई खास नहीं
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