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What A Wonderful World :-)

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I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They’re really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Robert & George David

Freedom OF mistakes!


The German philosopher F. Nietzsche once said: “it is no use living arguing about everything; it is part of human nature to make a mistake now and again.”

Yet we all know people who absolutely insist that they are right even down to the smallest details. We ourselves are often included in this category: we don’t allow ourselves to make mistakes. All that we achieve with such an attitude is the fear of moving forward – because certain steps call for new decisions whose results are unknown to us.

The fear of making a mistake is the door that locks us up in the castle of mediocrity: if we manage to overcome this fear, we are taking an important step towards our freedom.

“Ego” in Academia……..

IIM Lucknow taught me one thing – Management is all about competing, being the best or at least above average. The side effect of which is that success is followed by ego. High achievers–CEO’s, top athletes, rock stars, prominent surgeons, scientists or researchers–often seem to be well endowed in ego. But how much of this is ‘healthy’ and where does the line draw for the unhealthy? Well in academics too, researchers develop this ego – again no offense to anyone – but it’s just my observation till date. Before we jump to any conclusions let’s start with the basics.

What is Ego?

What ego is depends largely on who you ask. 🙂 Philosophical and psychological definitions abound. Popularly, ego is generally understood as one’s sense of self-identity or how we view ourselves. It may encompass self-confidence, self-esteem, pride, and self-worth, and is therefore influenced by many factors, including genes, early upbringing, and stress.

The popular concept of ego is a far cry from what Sigmund Freud elaborated at the turn of the 19th century in his seminal work on psychoanalytical theory. Freud distinguished between primary (id) and secondary (ego) cognitive systems and proposed that the id, or unconscious, was characterized by a free exchange of neural energy and more primitive or animistic thinking.

Ego in academia

Being a part of academic fraternity, one thing is quite obvious, which Freud misses out is that genes, upbringing and stress acts as a 2nd order factors determining the extent of ego in an individual. I will not comment on the first two factors but the third factor plays an important role. A researcher undergoes the plethora of thoughts and waves while bringing out a new theory, validating earlier work or even doing a lit review. The best part is that it seldom happens that 2 researchers think alike. Same issues, same data but the final paper will always vary and this brings the so called EGO into the play.

From Aura to Nagergy

Research scholars during their journey with research inherit all the above 4 characteristics i.e. self confidence, self esteem, pride and self worth along with a contended heart. No research is complete and for every research there is an equal and opposite research. This starts getting reflecting in real life of researchers and thus the healthy academic ego of scholars fall prey to unhealthy personal ego and clashes. The good and the positive aura of ego in professional excellence, if not handled with care, gets convert to a nagargy (negative energy) in personal life.

Discussion

Anyway, people may vary in their thoughts and as said earlier it depends on who u ask but if someone asks me, I would define ego -> as an individual’s grandiose self-importance and such extreme preoccupation with self that “One lose the capacity to see things through other people’s eyes”.

To be short and precise, these 10 years will be the most cherished period of my life and may have an impact on my life till death. Just 4 phases of life but the whole decade had been a rejuvenating experience.
Here it goes:

2000-2002

The long relationship with St Thomas came to an end and the relationship with the most glamorous school of North India – DAV Shyamli was on a roll. 2 years of pressure, tuitions, bio, AK Singh, maths, exam papers and all, with my Hero Cycle (still in my garage). The real competitive pressure could be felt in the nerves. Mom’s and Dad’s pride was resided in my results of, none other than in which resided the pride of another 1 lacs parents of my batch, IIT JEE. I got through screening but not in mains. Ultimately after filling up 250 options in CBSE form, landed up with a call letter of ITER, BBSR, Mech Engg!

2002-2006

“Mech engg main fire hona chaiye”, became the words of living in ITER. Well, these were the most memorable days of life – engineering classes cum bunks, hostel, hostilities, ragging and mess food. I got in touch with some of the best friends who made my life, in an unknown land, very sweet and simple. My performance graph went a V-shape during the tenure of 8 semesters, thanks to the rising fun graph of hostel life. Had ample parties and of course I admit, vomiting too. Ha ha, but that was fun. 12 hostilities, 12 personalities, 12 gems, were all that I got and still cherish till date. Yes, also got 2 jobs – TCS and Mahindra finally. Had a tuff time choosing one but ultimately landed at Nasik – Mahindra R&D centre!

2006-2009

It was a Turnaround phase. 1 year of training, Ludhiana visit and Reliability Engg made me a tuff guy. The most interesting and memorable moments were VRDE testing, Navshya Ganpati , Non veg treats, and Scorpio ride and handling. Met some very influential people (personally) who changed my life completely. Bought the cheapest bike available in the market – Bajaj Platina (still giving a FE of 70 Km/l) and learned cooking by some great food freaks! One of the most emotional turbulent times of my life but finally managed to get a percentile in CAT which gave me a call letter from IIM Lucknow & Kolkata for FPM programme. Kolkata letter I tore away, for some reason (immaterial now) and finally got through Lucknow. ‘Picture abhi baki tha, mere dost’.

2009- 31st Dec, 2010

Seems like I joined this place just yesterday and sitting in the FPM room no 30 and writing this, gives me a nostalgic feeling of the day I arrived at the campus. 5 terms were more than a roller coaster ride with credits, quizzes, cases, grades, mark, fin, ops, HR, strategy, Fauji, G&B and above all research papers. This march, PGP 25 will move out and the our final race to, probably, the last degree of life, will begin.

Now when I sit and retrospect, I feel despite the tremendous pressure at IIM, this is the best phase of my life. I wish the same continues and sincerely thanks the last decade to make me what I am today. I also thank all the persons who crossed my life in the past decade – for their support and experience. And above all I thank Lucknow to give me the ‘light of joy’ which I cherish and always will for decades to come.
Let’s get into the 2nd decade of 21st century with a smile and sing together – IT’S A WONDERFUL WORLD!

Amen!


“Why do we have to listen to our hearts?” the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.

“Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you’ll find your treasure.”

“But my heart is agitated,” the boy said. “It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it’s become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I’m thinking about her.”

“Well, that’s good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say.”

“My heart is a traitor,” the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. “It doesn’t want me to go on.”

“That makes sense. Naturally it’s afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you’ve won.”

“Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?”

“Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you’re thinking about life and about the world.”

“You mean I should listen, even if it’s treasonous?”

“Treason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you’ll know its dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.

“My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer,” the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky.

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.”

“Every second of the search is an encounter with God,” the boy told his heart.

“Everyone on earth has a treasure that awaits him,” his heart said. “We, people’s hearts, seldom say much about those treasures, because people no longer want to go in search of them. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life proceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their destinies, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out indeed, to be threatening place.

“So, we, their hearts, speak more and more softly. We never stop speaking out, but we begin to hope that our words won’t be heard: we don’t want people to suffer because they don’t follow their hearts.”


According to the dictionary: from the Latin amor: strong affection that drives us towards the object of our desires; inclination of the soul and heart; affection; passion; exclusive inclination; theological grace.

Wikipedia: Love is the emotion of strong affection and personal attachment.

Philosophical context : love is a virtue representing all of human kindness, compassion, and affection.

Religious context: love is not just a virtue, but the basis for all being (“God is love”), and the foundation for all divine law (Golden Rule).

In the New Testament: So faith, hope and love endure. These are the great three, and the greatest of them is love. (Corinthians 13:13)

In the Qur’an: And of His Signs is that He created mates for you from yourselves that you might find peace of mind in them, and He put between you love and compassion (Chapter 30, verse 21 )

In the Kabbalah: The pure impulse of dynamic creation is formless; and being formless, the creation it gives rise to can assume any and every form.

According to etymology: the Greeks had three words to designate love: Eros, Philos and Agape. Eros is the healthy love between two persons that justifies life and perpetuates the human race. Philos is the sentiment that we dedicate to our friends. Finally, Agape, which contains both Eros and Philos, goes far beyond “liking” someone. Agape is total love, the love that devours those who feel it.

For Oscar Wilde:
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
(Ballad of Reading Jail, 1898)

In a late 19th century sermon: Pour your love generously on the poor, which is easy; and on the rich, who distrust everybody and cannot see the love that they so need. And on your neighbor – which is very difficult, because it is towards him that we are most selfish. Love. Never lose a chance to give joy to your neighbor, because you will be the first to benefit from this – even if nobody knows what you are doing. The world around you will become happier, and things will become easier for you.(Henry Drummond The Supreme Gift, [1851-1897])

In an e-mail received by the author: “While I kept my heart to myself, I never had a single morning of anguish or a single night of insomnia. Since I fell in love, my life has been a sequence of anguish, losses, confusion. I think that God, by using love, managed to hide hell in the middle of Paradise” (C.A., 23/11/2006)

Scientific paper: In the year 2000, researchers Andreas Bartels and Semir Zeki, of University College in London, located the areas of the brain activated by romantic love by using a series of students who claimed to be madly in love. In the first place, they concluded that the zones affected by the sentiment are far smaller than they had imagined, and are the same as those activated by stimuli of euphoria, such as in using cocaine, for example. Which led the authors to conclude that love is similar to the manifestation of physical dependence provoked by drugs.
Also using the same system of scanning the brain, scientist Helen Fisher, of Rutgers University, concludes that three characteristics of love (sex, romanticism and mutual dependence) stimulate different areas of the cortex, and further conclude that we can be in love with one person, want to make love to another, and live with a third.

A poet: Love possesses nothing and does not want to be possessed, because it is enough in itself. (The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran [1883-1931])

Changing Attitude !


“Over the course of one year, give a coin to each person who offends or upsets you,” instructed the abbot of a young man who wanted people to follow a spiritual path.
For the next twelve months, the boy gave a coin to each person who offended or upset him, as he was instructed. At the end of the year, he returned to the abbot to find out what the next steps were.
“Go into town and buy food for me,” the abbot responded.
Once the boy left, the abbot changed his clothes, disguised himself as a beggar and went to the gate. When the boy approached, he began to insult him.
“Good!” said the boy, “for a whole year I had to pay the people who upset or offended me, and now I can be offended for free, without spending anything!”
Hearing this, the abbot removed his disguise. “He who does not take insults seriously, is on the path to wisdom.”

– Paulo Coelho

A Beautiful – FAILURE !


Its 3:23am. The starry night at IIM Lucknow is cozy and calm. The cool breeze touching my cheeks are divine and my wandering mind has just generated a beautiful thought. The thought about – “FAILURE”. Now how can a thought of – “failure”- be beautiful?

Well, I just wanna ask you to keep reading and comment at the end if i was able to make you on my side for this weird but a path breaking thought 🙂

To be a bit patriotic, I am proud to be an Indian! We all live in an Indian society which instills a sense of achievement in our veins right from our infancy stage. This – sense of achievement – in my view is a – ‘FEAR OF FAILURE’. I, you and society , all wanna achieve something our whole lives and live with a FEAR OF FAILURE. If you fail – U are doomed. How can you fail in an Indian society? Your neighbor never failed! For the past 26 years I (and may be a majority of you ) have lived this, but today, when I look back and reflect, apart from my achievements, my failures are equally important a part of my life and responsible for whatever I am today.

My achievements speaks for me to the outer society. But my failures speak to my inner self. It speaks to me about the those moments which i lived through and those which made me strong. It speaks to me of all the learnings from hurdles which i crossed through. It speaks to me of my real inner self and of all those stones and stumbles i crossed to climb the mountain.

Some of you might have never failed in a way, high in scale, but some failures are inevitable.Its impossible to live without failing at something unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Failures, give us inner security which we can never experience by any achievement. It teaches us things about ourselves which we could have never learnt the other way. It rather conspired against us for our own good.
Life is not ( n should not be ) a bed of roses. Else the whole purpose of the same is lost – in short – U NEVER LIVE LIFE.

I define LIFE as – “Look Into Failure Experiences”! This has a two-fold benefits. One, You know the dark side of life, for you can never know how sweet are the grapes unless u taste a sour one. Secondly, You make a complete picture of your experiences. On a lighter note – mast masala Bollywood movie!

The very experience that we have become wiser and stronger is an achievement. We never know the essence of any relationship, goals and success unless we face adversity. Such an experience is a blessing which is painfully won.

Our CV & qualification falsely represent ourselves ( All MBA aspirants! this is for you ). The one who really appreciates this really knows what happiness is all about. Life is too complicated, dynamic and beyond one’s control. Humility in life – in person and to know this – is the greatest treasure to be cherished!

I would recommend you all to view the motivation of this blog, commencement speech at Harvard by an infamous writer – J.K. Rowling over “Fringe benefits of failure and role of imagination”

J.K. Rowling Speaks at Harvard Commencement from Harvard Magazine on Vimeo.

Its 4:14am now and the starry night outside has become more cozier and calmer. The cooler breeze touching my cheeks has become more divine and my settled mind now is more convinced of the beautiful thought – “FAILURE”. Now,are you convinced of the beauty of failure? – The only thing in the world which smashes you on your face just to make you a better,stronger and wiser person!


One Friday evening, I bid goodbye to Mr Anand Mahindra (Statue in front of M&M gate, Nasik )for the last time. Next week was my dual reporting to two most renowned national icons – Mahatma Gandhi and Lord Krishna (elegantly standing in front gate) at IIM Lucknow. The purpose was simple –‘Maths Prep course’, especially designed for the weaker section of the society, who, although cleared CAT’09 with flying colours, but were nowhere in confidence of the IIM administration that they knew what was in store for the next 3 terms which included – 23 courses, 19 credits, 570 class room hours, 38 exams,60 quizzes,40 assignments & 20 projects. Scary huh?
Anyway, had it been the case in engineering college, one of the two parties (Students or Management) would have either been murdered or have committed suicide. My engineer friends will understand the underlying sentiments (*tip for those lot who belonged to muggu group even in engineering – “Ignore Next Line”) .After 4 years of literally time pass in engineering (reason i said them to ignore this line), students of management don’t know half of the time WHAT are they doing? And even if they understand that they will never get to know WHY are they doing this?
Well may be the underlying funda ( which i could understand in the past 10 months) for this is very simple –Don’t give students time to think WHAT and WHY?
Tagline of NIKE must be made the official tag line of IIM’s i.e. – ‘JUST DO IT’:-)

INDUCTION AND WELCOME

It was hot – 45 deg Celsius and there were total 165 students in the campus for the (much hyped) maths prep course. We were already mesmerized with the all magnificent campus, excellent living conditions (not to be made official but FPM’s in IIML get a 0.5 BHK flat with a double bed:-) ) and not to forget 2 excellent proffs who taught us for the next 1 month all the management maths which was basically required for survival purpose (Sorry to use ‘survival’ word , but, the fact is that the system out here is all about survival of the fittest .Sometimes for some people and in some circumstances it even droops down to ‘animal instincts’, basically for 2 purpose – To survive the system or to be in the topper list). Well the prep course was simple for engineers like us but I could feel the sweat on all poets’ (Non maths background people) foreheads, even in an AC classroom, who were trying to realize those numbers, DESPERATELY.
Ultimately it ended with a un-evaluative mock exam in which all performed their level worst:-). It was time to get a welcome by our director, proffs and a renowned swamiji. It was fun till now.
When I look back , that 1 month was the most unloaded and pleasant time as compared to what was in row for the next 9 months. And to quote Mr Peter Robinson – if someone asked me now to repeat the complete first year again – I personally will chose 1 month of prep course and for the rest I too will drop down on my knees and beg for mercy.

TERM 1

Well we had MANAC, QAM, OM, LAM, ITC, BIO, ECO and COMM as the 8 level of chakravyus to gain moksha. The havoc started day 1 with a very infamous subject in management – MANAC. The subject required confidence more than knowledge. Basically, it was like a game of coin toss – Head or tail. You either had to credit or debit a given entry but people with non finance background had all the ‘weird logics’ which were more powerful than the 0.5 probability outcome of simple game rules. This made the havoc a real disaster. People like me were still utterly confused as to what was being done and basically why were we doing this ( This showed in my first quiz result in which I interchanged all debit and credit entries and got a 1/16 in that quiz. A weird non finance logic. Thank God I made it up later)
QAM, COMM, ECO and ITC were normal in terms of its delivery and content but something was different in LAM. One could always interpret law in their own terms. The prof dictated us the laws and rules and blah and blah but in every class he would give a live case example which would be funny and interesting. That was a great relief among the mammoth subjects which were all crying out loud – ALL IS NOT WELL!!
The 1st term is also interesting for its social interaction and change of perceptions. You meet people, form an opinion of them and over a period of time, as their real ‘ colours’ are blended, u change ur perceptions. You make new friends, are sophisticated, judge carefully, and learn to live in an all new environment which is supportive, beautiful and above all called HELL.

TERM 2

People in IIM at one point or other generate self doubt (those who don’t are with real animal instinct for 2nd cause i.e. to TOP at any cost).The self doubt could be for survival, capacity or performance. Time and again one has to keep himself reminding the mool mantra for success in a management institute – HANG ON! Performance in IIM is like not like a DC (direct current) graph – smooth and constant, it’s more like an AC graph – sine curve and fluctuating.
Anyway term 2 subjects were – MM, OM, QAM, FM, ECO, MANAC & DWO. By now all the fear of MANAC was gone. The cherry on the cake was our prof in MANAC 2. She was so humble and student friendly that the nightmares of MANAC 1 got converted to a dedicated interest in the subject. Rest everything assured, term 2 most interesting part was ‘marketing management’.
“You are not students – but commandos sitting here”, prof used to say. I guess he made the whole class dynamic, active and made us realize there was a life outside campus premises too. We used to go almost every week to the city for some ‘deliberately’ given assignment – to tell u the truth – it was again fun. The best of it was – trip to Lucknow Mohotsav. The job of surveying got over within an hour and the next 2 hours saw us just having fun in that Indian Fair – popularly called MELA in India.
People got- ‘used to’ -, now, to handle pressures of the system. And some people also got ‘used to’ in the skill of making the most of other people by exploiting their emotional feelings (animal instinct to survive – a crime in my opinion) and that too for their own selfish motives. The good thing about life is – U can fool some people, all the time and all the people, some time but u can never fool all the people, all the time. I realized this much later to identify such sheeps in the herd but finally am contended I did.

Well term 2 saw more organized team work (especially in project handling), gaining an expertise over system and above all enjoying INSTI parties. These parties became a much awaited event especially with 2 categories of people– one who wanted their Rs 100 / month back by paisa wasool funda and second for those who just wanted to dance, dance and dance to take out their weeks of frustration with system and life. (There is a 3rd category of people too, who awaits this insti party, but talking about them is CENSORED in a public blog).
With an invincible summer in mind and a chilling winter season, it all got over in December, not to forget that the term was also dedicated to numerous corporate ppts, summer placements and lots of cultural functions.

TERM 3

By now everything in life was set n chill. It was evident from the fact that many of our colleagues got engaged and some got married too. It was a celebration time with MANFEST in store and PGP 24 placements next. The whole campus was blooming with flowers, not only in the pathways and gardens but also in minds of PGP25. ‘Life was beautiful’, because after the scary MANAC and demon QAM, this time the subjects were super chill – ADA,FM,MM,SCM,MIS,HRM,QAM and COMM.
MANFEST rocked with celebrities and PLACEMENTS with companies. Mid term and end term went with overall ½ the effort of what other terms demanded (I hope the grades due next month do not get directly proportional to put in effort )

All these 3 terms were and eye opener in life. We all were taught as to how to make others happy? Stakeholders, customers, employees and workers are in priority list. But the management study lacks the course which explains how to make our own self happy.
May be that was compensated with some guest lecturers – the best of which was from Sister B.K. Shivani. Her voice was so soothing that you will fall in love with that immediately. Sister kept it simple and straight – ‘Stress management is self management or better ‘RIPPLES’ management’ (for details visit you tube delivery of sister). She tried to divert us from our so called attitude of ‘remote controlling’ to being calm, composed and most importantly to live with HUMAN INSTINCTS.

PGP 25 is out now for their summer’s projects and quite a few of us have stayed back for our literature review work in FPM. The campus is all quite, serene and calm. ‘Umang ‘ – Student Activity Centre – is in full swing. Chanakya’s food really tastes good – for a change – after tasting the same monotonous canteen food.
And the mind is all set to face the new challenges coming up – summers, conferences, 2nd year course work, thesis and finally life.

“PICTURE ABHI BAKI HAI MERE DOST”.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer – Albert Camus.
Life is Beautiful. And the beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. In our – so called – busy lives, it’s unbelievable that ‘Small Things’ – I prefer to call it that way – can bring life to your spine, given, you understand and enjoy them well.
I would like to share some ‘Small Things’ which makes my life charming explicitly and of course implicitly, during the course of my day in IIM Lucknow.
First of all let me make 1 thing very clear. Life at IIM Lucknow rocks! It’s a different experience altogether. You can’t get this MBA degree feel in any other graduation college around the world. MBA is a course in which u become a jack of every trade and that’s where the challenge lies. MBA forces you to broaden your horizon and thus I guess the rigour here is worth experiencing once in everyone’s life. It’s then only that the importance of these ‘Small Things’ becomes more crucial to be a Raymond’s man i.e. – A Complete Man.
Here it goes:
My day starts with the alarm clock. An indicator that – Get up, Have a bath n Rush. But then there as I step out of my room, the very scenic site of IIM catches my breath. There is a shortcut from FPM hostel to PGP block, all surrounded by lush green trees. Birds chirp and you can smell the fragrance of nature in the course. What an awesome way to start your day. Could not be better!

I love to have morning breakfast in mess. It’s the only time u sit cosily in the mess and enjoy every sip of ur morning tea just before having a loooong day , almost every day. My favourite day is Thursday when we get delicious breakfast (am a big food freak, so pl bear).

Then my seat in class. Its somewhere in the last row and I guess the best place to sit in the class (Especially with 2 most wonderful friends I ever had in life). It’s a family now up there. May be the best social time I spend during the day.

Then there is a small boy, working in Guptaji (our only refreshment store inside IIM). I don’t know but since my first day here, he and I exchange a salaam every time we meet. I like him and he likes me. We share a smile every time and I guess that’s the most innocent smile, I experience, inside campus.

Then there is a evening tea session in the hostel where my friend and I take turns making it ( I guess my friend makes it 9/10 days and the reason being that my tea is not even 10% good of what I get to have). This is also a very special small moment where we share everything and anything that happened in the day (There is no dearth of news in here, that’s why it’s a rocking place)

Then as the darkness overpowers the glory of light, beautiful twinkling stars shine with pride and I don’t know why ( no scientific reason for it, maybe we notice because we never did before) but , sky from this place – Lucknow – looks magnificent. I can keep hours gazing at it (But alas! Time doesn’t permit so…) but generally feel its essence while returning from mess – especially night mess.

There is much other stuff which makes life here beautiful. I saw this awesome video and realized – ‘Life can be made perfect only with imperfect moments’!! May be after so much which happened, in many of all our lives, in the past 1 year, this feeling was lost somewhere but it’s dawning now again. It’s dawning again that – sentiments matters and sentiments eventually are made of ‘Small Stuffs’.

It’s only these ‘Small Things’, which gets into our minds, are to be cherished lifelong. It’s only these ‘Small Things’ which will bring a smile on our face once we remember this period of life, after 20 years! For every day that there is sunshine, there will be days of rain, it’s how we dance within them both that show our love and pain

Fredrick Collins stated clearly – “There are two types of people – those who come into a room and say, “Well, here I am!” and those who come in and say, “Ah, there you are.”

My Treasure – My Mom!!

I look back on these years
To see how far I’ve come and grown,
I take a trip down memory lane,
And what I see has shown …

That every step I’ve taken,
You have been there by my side …
From infancy to adulthood,
We’ve stood the test of time.

You cradled me and nurtured me,
Through all these many years;
You held me and did comfort me,
Through happiness and tears.

You’d pick me up when I would fall,
You’d dust me off and then,
Encourage me to get back on
That horse and ride again.

Your constant care and loving,
And your warm inviting heart,
Has always been a treasure that
I knew would n’er depart.

If I could be “just half” the person
You have been to me …
Then you have taught me well dear mom,
For in my heart I see …

A woman whose most gentle soul,
Embraces me each day …
A woman whom I dearly love,
Much more than words can say.

STREET LIGHT
IIM Lucknow is infamous for a cause and the cause is nothing but it’s – ‘so called rigour’. I call it a ‘ so called rigour’ for simple reason that the amount of pressure induced here for the very survival of students is tremendous & aweful. It forces us to live a 10 days life in a week.And it’s only when we move this very fast in life that we love to take a break, crave for a deep fresh breath and enjoy small things in life which then seems to be very significant.

It was in Mahindra when my boss came to know that I was leaving Mahindra to join MBA.He asked me in my farewell party , whether I got frustrated from – ‘life’- that I decide in favour of MBA. At that juncture of time, I took the meaning of life as – ‘ being an engineer’, because that was exactly what I was for the past 6 years. I Studied Mechanical engineering four years and then worked in a mechanical industry for 2. But now I know, what he really meant?

It’s a common practice ( rather sense) that in life we pursue a career in which we are interested – for example a Maths freak take up engineering as his/her career or a line which involves maths. Arts guy take up arts since he knows that it’s his area. Same applies to CA’s, Doctors, etc. They know what their strengths are precisely and they know what are they doing exactly. But MBA is a typical course designed where ur likes n dislikes are kept aside and it so happens that Maths freaks ends up burning midnight oil to learn accountancy, Doctors end up doing linear programming and integration in mathematics and CA’s end up trying to understand Human Psychology and Economics.

MBA programme takes care of the fact that u don’t get settled out here. Each and every student who – once upon a time – cleared CAT with a flamboyant 99 percentiles to get into IIM’s, at least once is burdened with feel of fear i.e. getting a ‘D’ or a ‘F’ in some subject or other. But still life is engrossing and in short – ROCKING as stated in Alchemist – ““If we can concentrate only on present – Life will be a party, a grand festival, because life is a moment we are living right now”

Last end term exams, it was 2:00 am at night when I and my friend were studying Legal aspects of Management ( Just imagine – engineers expected to become lawyers in 3 months and that too in a 0.5 credit course), for the exam next day, and realized that we had 8 more cases to read ( likely to take 3 more hours). We decided to have tea at our night mess before getting on to it again when a million dollar idea struck us- ‘ let’s take the booklet of cases with us so that we can read those in the street lights on our way to mess’. Then we looked at each other and had a hearty laugh for this trivia idea & our pathetic condition.
It was only when we left last 2 cases that night and went to exam hall 15 minutes before, that we noticed our colleagues were discussing those 2 cases itself as if the question paper was leaked an hour ago.( Or better it can be said to be a syndrome which the book – ‘The Secret’ – states as ‘ Law Of Attraction’). It was then when we realized that the two guys, talking on the case intricacies, were mallus and were discussing in Malayalam. I pondered over this and consoled myself that it hardly mattered to me which language they were discussing the case (Malayalam, French or Japanese) because it was already a black case for me and even if it came in examination, it will be solved in a ‘Global’ language by me.

What happened later in LAM exam is something not to be publically disclosed but I am happy that I saved a ‘F’ or ‘D’ in it.

NOSTALGIC MEMORIES !!

” O Adharmi, Sita mata ko haran karne wale ravan, teri buddhi bhrasht ho chuki hai. Abhi bhi samay hai. Sadbuddhi se kaam le……..”, thus goes the famous lines by Lord Hanuman to Ravan in the very infamous Ramleela during navratra season at Ranchi. This was the 5th day of the 10 day series, which i got the priviledge to attend after 4 years. Anyways it was very special in every respect.

Nothing had changed much.The crowd,the stalls,the stage,performers,vendors, etc were all the same. It was amazing to see that the enthusiasm of the complete community remained the same as it was 10-15 years ago. Advent of TV, media and computer have not let the spark die down during the festive season. It also motivates us to adhere to our culture when with technological changes, most of our next gen children spend more time in virtual cricket games than in field cricket , young minds dwell in google than in relations and almost very transactions takes place thru money transfers & less with family shopping plan.

Well had been coming to see this every evening with my dad and tinku( my best friend) for past 5 days and at last i caught a glimse of HIM. He had grown thinner,leaner with big beard now. The chiniabadamwala who used to sell nuts n other stuff was still there. I remember him selling nuts since my childhood. I was very elated n went to him and asked for a 100 gms badam. After i gave him the money i asked him whether he recognized me? The old man took a deep look at my face n said ” are,aap ho! kaise ho beta? naukri kahan hai abhi?”.I said him about myself, shook hands and left. After 20-22 years i was still enjoying the typical chilled Ranchi night with my dad,watching ramleela and eating nuts from the same vendor. Nothing had changed much but one thing – my height – i remember i used to just touch the badamwala’s desk with my head while i used to take badam when i was small. Today 6’1″ height seemed almost triple while taking the same. I knew that I have come a long way!!

Experiencing Durga puja this time at home was a great feeling and was desperately needed. Roamed all the pandals this time and at last vijay dashmi was celebrated on 28th Sep’09. So called ‘The victory of Good over Evil’. This had been tought to us since our childhood. Mugged up at that time but now the significance of the same was very inspiring.

“Its important to be a man/women of virtues rather than a man/women of success.” Well, no matter how much the world moves forward and no matter how much education one gets, its important to be a human being rather than just a being. Its then only the very existence of ours will mean something to others n most impotantly to us.

Indian epics are the greatest management books that if followed can transform lives drastically. Whether its leadership of Lord Krishna, commitment of Pandavas, Management by Lord Ram or Motivation of Lord Hanuman, these are the very values our generation are drifting away with.

To sum up the very trip to Ranchi this year took me back to the nostalgic memories of childhood and rejuvinated me with light and wisdom. May be the world out here is more demanding of virtues which has little space for this thought but again this depends on individuals to take our culture forward.Thus I believe –
“Life always shows us different paths. It always pays off better to choose the path which is less treaded.”

DATE WITH MY DAD!!!

It was 6:30 pm and after taking the plug n play net connection for my dad,me and my dad came out of the Reliance shop just to realize that the downpour was quite heavy and to reach home within 30 minutes ( mum’s standing instruction to be at home before 7:00 for Durga puja aarti at home ) was only possible if , 1) We take the risk to get drenched ( which we both knew we would love to take ) 2) I drive the bike. But before that we decided to have hot samosa at the shop next to Reliance and then set off.
Earlier in the day we both took a nap after seeing the movie – The Angrez. Then we took the liberty of mum’s and bhabhi’s fast to have our lunch at Kaveri Restaurant – a must visit at Ranchi. We had ice cream ( in fact my dad had that and i had a coke, I have a negative affinity to ice creams ) and then went to shopping for puja.Finally we ended up at Reliance shop – the last assigned work by E-286 head quarters for d day. But the fun was not over yet.
I took the captain seat of the bike and dad with all the stuffs behind. It was a perfect moment with flashback of the child hood memory when last time I got drenched with Dad. That time too i was in the captain seat except for the fact that i was just standing at front since my height was almost 1/3rd of the present 6 feet 1 inch height.Anyway we set out for the ride of life. We were already drenched before we set off, so the better way was to enjoy every drop falling since the damage was already done. For the next 15-20 min of drive , it seemed as if i was with my best friend – shouting n yelling ( naturally most of that was done by me ) as the sharp rainfall mingled with a chill breeze made us vibrant. Finally we reached home totally wet and finishing the best part of the evening – Getting wet.
Well the beautiful evening came to an end but only to remain in thoughts for ever. its often said that when son/daughter becomes best friend with their parents,life seems to show beautiful colours which can not be experienced otherwise. This was my best date ever and the most beautiful evening spent especially after joining IIM Hel(L).

Well had been to Ranchi to visit my sister who in turn visits India every year this time. Had a very short visit of 3 days. It was really nice to be at home, especially after, the rigour of mid term in IIM L. It was a feeling of heaven with Brother-Sister chit chat, Dev’s play , shopping, roaming, and lot many things which makes us feel united. And 3 days passed in a flash and while on the way to get the return flight to Lucknow, it seemed as if it was hours before that i landed up in Ranchi.

But ‘time and tide waits for no man’ ( n women for that matter ) and i boarded the connecting flight to New Delhi with my mind fully pre occupied with E-286 -2 , A HEAVEN. It was like, i never felt more home sick before ( rather a feeling for past 7 years , evertime i leave home ). ‘ This is life’ , i consoled myself and took up me seat and started the AV screen in front of me in flight. As happens with me often , i ended up with a good movie with protaganist’s reflection of my image. The movie starred anupam kher, an indian model and tara sharma ( i couldn’t figure out the name of the movie !!!). In short,the story goes that the actress is a call center operator and is getting engaged with some guy in India and something happens to that dreamy girl and she falls for a credit card customer in America. She goes all d way to meet him and that is beautifully potrayed in the movie. And as usual before i could witness the ending of the movie, we reached New Delhi and i had to leave the movie mid way with all the time my mind pondering over the ending of the same ( Only if i could have guessed and helped u all to fig it out).
Then came the waiting part in New Delhi Airport. Still had 2 hours in hand and therefore went up the food loungue to have a cup of coffee.The sight outside the glass was mesmerizing. It was the view of the complete runways and planes in waiting and being attended and moreover of heavy downpour in progress. Something caught my mind and it was the flow of the jeeps, persons, planes, cargos etc to and fro from planes. It was very much cordinated and systematic. After the analogy of Puri Beach ( still to be written in blog ) with life, this scene outside the lounge seemed very near to same,with every life happening similar to what was in front of me. Every event taking its own pace, own time, own way just to add and sum up together to make an experience of life. U cant force something to change, if u do , u r in trouble because although that runways was being managed by humans, our life’s runways are being managed by God. He decides who we are, what we do, who enter our lives and who stays. If any kind of imposition is there from our side , life shatters and there s a chaos, stress, labour and our OB prof can very well explain what follows thereafter.

And last but not the least, came practical dissonace in the flight from New Delhi to Lucknow. It came spontaneously to me and this time i didnt force anything. I took my boarding pass and sat on my seat in the plane with emergency exit just behind me. 2 typical jahil janta was sitting there. The air hostess came and very gracefully explained those buggers the operation of the same during emergency and the language used by her was ‘ english’. After she completed,one of the sucker says ‘ are madam aap to humko angrezi main boli, hamen nahi ata english winglish.Hindi main boliye’. Any lady would have been embarassed by such a disgrace but she tried her level best to again convey the message in hindi but being from north east region of India, was not able to express her impressively but was good enough for any hindi speaking indian to understand. One of the two persons cut her short and said ‘ hamen kuch samajh nahi aa raha’.
Being a witness to what was happening and already not in my calm mind, i turned to the lady hostess and asked her ‘ do u allow seat changes in case of an emergency’? She nodded. I turned to those 2 idiotic figures and literally ordered them to get up from the seat as it was I who understood what to do with the emergency exit door if emergency arises. I asked the aunty sitting beside me to come back and let those 2 lucknowi nawabs occupy our seats. Aunty too nodded and finally i thanked the air hostess – Nikita ( I noticed the name later ) for her services. It was a 55 minutes flight to Lucknow – again i was filled with my typical feelings – Home Sickness was already the major % of it & the awaiting HELL’s life was other. Finally the ecstacised view of lights and clouds outside was broken when aunty , who was travelling with me , inquired about me and more and finally said ‘ I am impressed son’. I smiled, the first one on my face in the last 7 hours.
The question is – ‘ was this the worst journey of my life ever?’—–> DEPENDS ON OUR PERCEPTION!! RIGHT??

Soham Hospital

8:00 PM , 11TH FEB……NASIK

I ENTERED SOHAM HOSPITAL TO MEET Mrs ANITA BURMAN WHO WAS OPERATED FOR BRAIN TUMOUR ON 2ND OF THIS MONTH.MATILDA MAM HAD GIVEN THE REFRENCE OF THIS WOMAN WHO WAS POOR AND OPERATED FOR BRAIN TUMOUR,AT AN AGE OF 36.THE FAMLY WAS POOR AND THUS WE IN RELIABILITY HAD COLLECTED Rs2100 FOR THE NOBLE CAUSE.I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAND OVER THE MONEY AND RETURN BACK.I WENT TO 4TH FLOOR , ENTERED THE RECEPTION.’SEMI WARD’ I WANTED TO VISIT AND THE LADY POINTED AT A HALLWAY LEADING TO THE SAME.

I HAD MANY THINGS IN MY MIND AS MY LIFE ITSELF IS IN DOLDRUMS.AS I CROSSED THE CORRIDOR I HARDLY NOTICED ANYBODY.THERE WERE DOZENS SITTING THERE FOR THEIR PATIENTS.WELL I WAS OCCUPIED WITH MY LIFE TENSIONS SO JUST WENT ON.JUST TO GIVE MONEY AND LEAVE.AS I SAW SEMI WARD 4 I KNOCKED AND WAITED.A SMALL GIRL OF AROUND 8-9 YRS OLD OPENED THE DOOR AND SAID ‘YES’.I SAID ‘ YEH ANITA BURMAN KA WARD HAI KYA’, WITH A FORCED SMILE JUST TO MAKE THE GIRL FEEL COMFORTABLE.SHE SAID ‘COME IN SANJAY UNCLE’.I WAS TAKEN ABACK A BIT THEN REALIZED THAT MATILDA MAM MUST HAVE INFORMED THEM ABOUT ME.

ANYWAY I ENTERED TO SEE Mrs ANITA BURMAN WITH PLASTER IN HER HEAD , SALINE IN HER HANDS AND VERY FEEBLE.HER HUSBAND WAS SITTING BESIDE HER HOLDING HER HAND.AS I ENTERED N SAID ‘ NAMASTE’ THEY ALL BECAME ALERT AND GREETED ME VER WARMLY.I DON’T KNOW BUT SEEING THEM MADE MY MEMORIES OF MY MOTHER GALL BLADDER OPERATION & SWOBHABIKA’S ACCIDENT AFRESH.I SAT DOWN STILL WITH A FORCED SMILE UNABLE TO TAKE CONVESATION FORWARD.I ASKED THE LADY , ‘ HOW R U ‘? AND SHE REPLIED AGAIN WITH A FORCED SMILE ‘OK’.I KNEW NOTHING WAS OK.HER HUSBAND CAME AND SAT BESIDE ME AND SAID WELL SHE IS NOT FINE AND UNDER OBSERVATION TILL NOW N WILL BE FOR NEXT 24 HRS.I WAS RIGHT NOTHING WAS OK.

I SAW THE LADY AGAIN WITH PLASTER ON HER HEAD AND TRIED TO FIGURE OUT THE DREADED TUMOUR INSIDE HER.HER HUSBAND SAID IT WAS ALL OF A SUDDEN AND FINALLY SHE WAS OPERATED.FOR PAST 10 DAYS SHE WAS JUST STRETCHING.’SOMETIMES SHE BECOMES INTENSE AND INITIALLY WAS NOT ABLE TO TAKE ANY SOLIDS’ SAID HER HUSBAND.’3 DAYS BACK SHE TOOK HORLICKS TWICE AND WHOLE NIGHT VOMITED LIKE ANYTHING.THE DAY AFTER THE DOC WERE TO CUT THE STICHES AND SEE FOR RELEASING THAT WAS DOUBTFUL’.ALREADY IN HEAVY DEBT OF OPERATIONS THEY HARDLY HAD ANYTHING LEFT.THEY SAID AS SOON AS SHE WILL BE RELEASED THEY HAD NO OPTIONS BUT TO GO TO KOLKATA,THEIR NATIVE PLACE FOR SUSTAINING EVERYTHING.EVEN THE SMALL GIRL PROBABLY WILL HAVE TO LEAVE THE SCHOOL N CONTINUE THE STUDIES IN KOLKATA SINCE THEY HAD NO MONEY TO TAKE HER STUDIES FURTHER.I WAS JUST LISTENING.

I SAW THE LADY STILL LAID N SALINE DROPS COMING AS IF THEY WERE THE ONLY LIFELINE OF HERS.I LOOKED AT THE GIRL WHOSE MOTHER WAS STRUGGLING WITH LIFE,WHOSE FUTURE STUDIES WERE STRUGGLING WITH ITSELF AND SHE HERSELF WAS STRUGGLING TO ABSORB EVERYTHING.THE MAN CONTINUED,’SAAB PATA NAHI BHAGWAN NE KYA RAKAH HAI AAGE HAMARE LIYE’.I SAID ‘ BHAGWAN PE BHAROSA RAKHIYE,SAB THIK HO JAYEGA’,AND WONDERED MYSELF THE AUTHENCITY OF MY STATEMENT.ANYWAY NOT ABLE TO STAND ANYMORE THEIR WOES I ASKED FOR LEAVE AND TOOK OUT THE MEAGRE 2100 WHICH WE HAVE COLLECTED AND HANDED IT OVER,MYSELF WONDERING WHAT WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE TO A DEBT OF 60,000.ANYWAY I SAID AND TOOK A LEAVE NOT ABLE TO TAKE THE FAMILY OUT OF MY MIND.

NOW AS I CROSSED THE CORRIDOOR I SAW DOZENS PERSONS AGAIN SITTING THERE.FIRST IN THE ROW WAS A WOMAN WITH FOLDED HANDS AND MURMURING PRAYERS.I GUESS FOR HER SOMEONE LOVED ONE WHO MUST BE CRITICAL.JUST BESIDE HER WAS A 5-6 YRS SMALL KID WITH PLASTER IN HIS RIGHT HAND AND CADBURY IN HIS LEFT.HER MOTHER HOLDING HER TIGHT.I FELT SORRY FOR HIS BROKEN RIGHT HAND,ENVIOUS FOR THE CHOCOLATE IN HIS LEFT HAND AND VERY LONELY FOR MY MOTHER HUG.THEN THERE WAS A YOUNG NEWLY MARRIED COUPLE WITH THE YOUNG LADY VERY ILL AND LYING ON HER HUSBAND’S SHOULDERS AND THE MAN CROSSED HIS ARMS GIVING SUPPORT TO HER.MAY BE SHE WAS ILL.THEN THERE WERE SOME WAITING GROUP FOR THEIR RESPECTIVE PATIENTS.I REACHED THE EXIT AND WAITED FOR THE LIFT TO COME.THE LIFT CAME AND INSIDE WERE 2 WARDON BOYS WITH A WHEEL CHAIR ON WHICH A VERY OLD LADY HAVING SOME BREATHING PROBLEM WAS SITTING .THE WARDON BOY HURRIED LIKE ANYTHING AND SHOUTED AT TOP OF HIS VOICE TO EMPTY THE PASSAGE AND SAID THE NURSE TO MAKE PREPARATIONS FOR AN EMERGENCY OPERATION.AND THEY RUSHED LIKE A GUSH OF WIND.I CAME TO A SIDE AND TOOK A MOMENT TO ABSORB THE QUICK REFLEXES AND DEDICATED ATTEMPT TO SAVE THE WOMEN LIFE.TIME WAS PRECIOUS FOR HER.THEY TOOK HER AWAY AND I KEPT WATCHING THEM.DUMBSTRUCK AND SPELLBOUND.

I STEPPED INSIDE THE ELIVATOR.PRESSED 1ST FLOOR AND WENT DOWN FELLING WHEIGHTLESSNESS IN MY BODY,MIND AND SOUL.I STEPPED OUT OF THE LIFT AND WENT OUT OF SOHAM HOSPITAL WITH AN EXPERIENCE WHICH I WILL NEVER FORGET IN LIFE.