The general elections got over and India is all set for the 15th Lok Sabha. Dr. Manmohan Singh becomes the only PM after Late Jawaharlal Nehru to come to power for the second consecutive term after completing a full 5 year term. I congratulate him for his fete. The news channels are playing the song "Singh is Kinng" non stop to emphasise the victory of unarguably the most decent politician in India today. However my question is, is the Singh REALLY King?
Among all the excitement among the congress leaders yesterday, the only person who got a mention as after thought was Dr. Singh. All the hype and hoopla was reserved for the Gandhi Dynasty. The statement of Jyotiraditya Scindia about Rahul Gandhi being the perfect candidate for becoming the PM ahead of Dr. Singh and scores of leaders saying the composition of cabinet is the prerogative of the PM and the decision will be taken by the party president clearly shows who is the real king.
If these were not all, the first press conference was addressed at the 10, Janpath. Come on man, you are the Prime Minister of the country. If you value the party, use the party head quarters for the address instead. The supremacy of the Gandhi Dynasty is what repulses me from the congress. Earlier it was just Mrs. Gandhi, now we have Rahul baba also. Who knows we might have Priyanka baby with her baby as well. Rahul Gandhi is set to get a plum ministry, he might get the post of Deputy PM also. That will be the perfect homage paid by Dr. Singh to the dynasty for letting him remain the PM. Lets see how he copes with all of them. The thing in his favour is the absence of troublesome allies as the people of India have got rid of most of the "King Makers" in the country.
However, everything is not as bad as it seems. Dr. Singh has a proven record as a PM and Finance Minister. We expect him to do well on the economy and the external affairs front and if he can get the house in order, he will be the person to take India truly into the 21st century. I wish him good luck and wish he really proves to be the King, so that I can join the news channels in singing "Singh is Kinng, Singh is Kinng".
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Freakonomics in Food Court
Right now I am reading a book called "Freakonomics". I am sure you guys must have read it or would have atleast heard about it. If not then I'd strongly suggest you to grab a copy and go through it.
Now that the advertisement is over, lets concentrate on the post. I along with my team go to the food court of our office at around 2 pm for lunch. The reason being the food court is generally less crowded at that time. However, for the last month or so, the food court seems to be getting more and more crowded at that time. Initially, I thought the other people had got as smart as our team, however when the crowd kept growing and growing I started to look at other possible reasons for this population explosion in the food court. Thats where "Freakonomics" came into picture.
As a part of cost cutting, the internet access in our office was limited to 1 hr a day (1 pm - 2 pm). The reason given was people spend productive time browsing the net. This really angered the people at the time, however as is the case nobody really complained fearing backlash in the time of recession. What happened instead was people started using internet religiously in the allotted hour. Earlier we used internet when we needed it, whereas the restriction pushed people into creating a need for internet. The result, everyone could be found using the internet and hence no one was there in the food court.
Though I do not have the data to prove my point, I have a feeling that the man hour lost due to internet has gone up after the restriction......
Its funny how seemingly unrelated events are connected. Thats the theme of Freakonomics for you.
Now that the advertisement is over, lets concentrate on the post. I along with my team go to the food court of our office at around 2 pm for lunch. The reason being the food court is generally less crowded at that time. However, for the last month or so, the food court seems to be getting more and more crowded at that time. Initially, I thought the other people had got as smart as our team, however when the crowd kept growing and growing I started to look at other possible reasons for this population explosion in the food court. Thats where "Freakonomics" came into picture.
As a part of cost cutting, the internet access in our office was limited to 1 hr a day (1 pm - 2 pm). The reason given was people spend productive time browsing the net. This really angered the people at the time, however as is the case nobody really complained fearing backlash in the time of recession. What happened instead was people started using internet religiously in the allotted hour. Earlier we used internet when we needed it, whereas the restriction pushed people into creating a need for internet. The result, everyone could be found using the internet and hence no one was there in the food court.
Though I do not have the data to prove my point, I have a feeling that the man hour lost due to internet has gone up after the restriction......
Its funny how seemingly unrelated events are connected. Thats the theme of Freakonomics for you.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
The Menace of Terrorism
I generally do not write on political issues, however, the happenings in the last few months or so have compelled me to write something on the present situation.
Last week when I was flying to Delhi for an official visit, the city got rocked by the bomb blasts once again. As I was being taken to the company guest house, I was listening to the FM in the car. The RJ was urging the people to follow the spirit of Delhi & maintain calm & the next day people were being lauded as the normalcy had returned in Delhi. The same spirit of Delhi stuff was being repeated. I think we have taken to Gandhism or Gandhigiri, whatever you like to call it, too seriously. Otherwise what explains the series of bomb blasts other than the Gandhian Philosophy of presenting the other cheek when slapped once. We have been slapped not once, not twice but God knows how many times. However we continue to laud the so called spirits of our cities be it Delhi, Mumbai, Ahmedabad, Bangalore or for that matter any city.I have a question, is this so called spirit really laudable or exemplary? Isn't this an act of cowardice on part of the government & the general citizens that some scums murder people in broad daylight and we continue our lives as nothing has happened.
Our government and the other political parties along with the so called champions of people like the media and the human rights groups are once again playing the blame game. The BJP wants a tough law to counter terrorism, while the government says will the same law be applicable to groups like Bajrang Dal etc. The media is playing the stooge and the human rights groups do not want any tough law. There is also a debate on what can be classified as terrorism. All this blame game is taking us nowhere and is a mere hogwash for the citizens.
First of all, let me define terrorism. Terrorism is an act of violence against civilians to achieve political or ideological objectives by creating fear. I think it is quite a clear definition and incorporates all types of terrorism which we are witnessing, be it the bomb blasts, killings in the name of religion or the vandalism against the North Indians in parts of Maharashtra.
So how to tackle it? The best way is to use the force. Remember what happened in Punjab. As long as the politicians were dilly dallying the issue, things were getting worse. Once force was used things came under control. Terrorism cannot be controlled as long as the terrorists are there. So to eliminate terrorism we have to eliminate the terrorists. We cant let a group of people to hold the general citizenary to ransom for whatever reason. Catch the terrorists and hang them in public view. A terrorist is a terrorist, he has no religion. Hence be it the SIMI or the Bajrang Dal or the MNS, all have to be meted with the same punishment. I can assure you that once 10 of them are killed things will start coming under control. Today situation has gone out of control as the terrorists take it for granted that they are above the law. What else can explain the fact that Afjal Guru is still alive despite being sentenced to death by the Supreme Court years ago. We have had enough talking. This is the time for action and showing the intent for eliminating this menace. The government and the opposition should come together in tackling this issue otherwise what has been shown in the movie "A Wednesday" might become a reality. And that is the day I dread as a law abiding citizen of this country.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
IIMs, Office & Chindichors.............................
A lot of things have happened in the last few weeks in my life. The results of IIM interviews were declared finally after a lot of confusion regarding the OBC reservation issue. I was successful in getting the calls from the three smaller ones, however I have decided to stick to the oil industry for the time being.
At the professional front, I faced something which proves that unless you are a big guy, people won't listen to you even if you are right. However, the moment of triumph came some 12 hours and a sleepless night later when people accepted the things when it was said by someone higher up the corporate ladder. Only if they had listened to me, I could have got a good saturday night sleep and my sunday wouldn't have been spent sleeping. By the way that decision also cost a few million bucks.
My friends are experiencing some corporate arm twisting and I think I am not very far from experiencing it myself. Hopefully I'll find some way of giving them back what I get from them.
I am increasingly finding myself a misfit in the baniyagiri setup of India's corporate world. The more I hate chindichors, the more chindichors I have to deal with. My current landlord is one of the bigger ones I have seen. Imagine a guy selling a flat for 25L + & then removing the curtain rods before handing over the flat. Maybe this chindichori is in the blood of a section of society hailed as the business gurus of India.
To be Continued............
At the professional front, I faced something which proves that unless you are a big guy, people won't listen to you even if you are right. However, the moment of triumph came some 12 hours and a sleepless night later when people accepted the things when it was said by someone higher up the corporate ladder. Only if they had listened to me, I could have got a good saturday night sleep and my sunday wouldn't have been spent sleeping. By the way that decision also cost a few million bucks.
My friends are experiencing some corporate arm twisting and I think I am not very far from experiencing it myself. Hopefully I'll find some way of giving them back what I get from them.
I am increasingly finding myself a misfit in the baniyagiri setup of India's corporate world. The more I hate chindichors, the more chindichors I have to deal with. My current landlord is one of the bigger ones I have seen. Imagine a guy selling a flat for 25L + & then removing the curtain rods before handing over the flat. Maybe this chindichori is in the blood of a section of society hailed as the business gurus of India.
To be Continued............
Monday, February 25, 2008
आत्मा अमर है.........
Sometimes one has to be politically correct. There are people in this world who do not understand the difference between a satire and reality. Anyways, I think the job has been done and I thank everyone who appreciated my writing and for those who didn't no hard feelings. Someone said that ideas do not die, they continue to exist in people's mind. Ideas are like soul(aatma).
आत्मा अमर होती है, आत्मा मरती नही।
वह तो बस एक शरीर से दूसरे शरीर में चली जाती है।
Continue to watch this space for more of my thoughts and happenings in my life.
आत्मा अमर होती है, आत्मा मरती नही।
वह तो बस एक शरीर से दूसरे शरीर में चली जाती है।
Continue to watch this space for more of my thoughts and happenings in my life.
Monday, January 21, 2008
How NOT to Bell The CAT
Hi Friends.....
I have seen a lot of people writing blogs about their CAT experience. Some write how they prepared and some how they felt after belling the CAT. Being an eternal follower of masses, it is my duty to write about my experience.
Statutory Warning: Following my way can cause severe damage to your chances of belling the CAT.
Someone said that the chances of you cracking the CAT is directly proportional to the amount of hatred you have for your job. This is perhaps the only thing which explains my success. Here is my way of Belling the CAT:
1) Pay a huge sum of money to your coaching class to join the regular classroom coaching.
2) Do not attend more than 10 lectures.
3) Go to a place away from your home & office to see rocks day in & day out for some 40 days.
4) Take the rocks to a hospital & get them CAT scanned. (I'm not kidding)
5) Return to your place to find out that you have completely lost the urge to go to the coaching class for which you paid the huge sum.
6) Pretend you are preparing for CAT by taking the Mocks every sunday & forget the paper afterwards.
7) A day before the CAT go and watch Om Shanti Om as it clears your mind of every damn thing in the world. (Thanx Shahrukh :p)
8) Play 29 till 2:30 in the morning with fellow CAT takers.
9) Reach the center.
10) Start solving the quant section & fall in love with it. Do not leave it till half the test time is over.
11) Then go to the VA section hoping you wont be knowing much about the questions (past experience you know)
12) Suddenly find that you are actually solving the questions. Thanking the IIMs for the pleasant surprise keep solving for 45 mins.
13) Then suddenly realize that IIMs expect you to show your competence in all the three sections & you have only half an hour to show your competence in the DI section.
14) Jump to DI section and show you are quite competent when it comes to solving the sub standard CAT DI section.
On the result day check the percentiles to find out you have aced it by securing 99.95%ile [:)]
I have seen a lot of people writing blogs about their CAT experience. Some write how they prepared and some how they felt after belling the CAT. Being an eternal follower of masses, it is my duty to write about my experience.
Statutory Warning: Following my way can cause severe damage to your chances of belling the CAT.
Someone said that the chances of you cracking the CAT is directly proportional to the amount of hatred you have for your job. This is perhaps the only thing which explains my success. Here is my way of Belling the CAT:
1) Pay a huge sum of money to your coaching class to join the regular classroom coaching.
2) Do not attend more than 10 lectures.
3) Go to a place away from your home & office to see rocks day in & day out for some 40 days.
4) Take the rocks to a hospital & get them CAT scanned. (I'm not kidding)
5) Return to your place to find out that you have completely lost the urge to go to the coaching class for which you paid the huge sum.
6) Pretend you are preparing for CAT by taking the Mocks every sunday & forget the paper afterwards.
7) A day before the CAT go and watch Om Shanti Om as it clears your mind of every damn thing in the world. (Thanx Shahrukh :p)
8) Play 29 till 2:30 in the morning with fellow CAT takers.
9) Reach the center.
10) Start solving the quant section & fall in love with it. Do not leave it till half the test time is over.
11) Then go to the VA section hoping you wont be knowing much about the questions (past experience you know)
12) Suddenly find that you are actually solving the questions. Thanking the IIMs for the pleasant surprise keep solving for 45 mins.
13) Then suddenly realize that IIMs expect you to show your competence in all the three sections & you have only half an hour to show your competence in the DI section.
14) Jump to DI section and show you are quite competent when it comes to solving the sub standard CAT DI section.
On the result day check the percentiles to find out you have aced it by securing 99.95%ile [:)]
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Kisi Nazar Ko Tera Intezaar Aaj Bhi Hai............
There are some songs which describe one's life at some point almost to perfection. This is one song which describes my life at the moment.
kisee najar ko teraa, intajaar aaj bhee hain
kahaa ho tum ke ye dil bekaraar aaj bhee hain
wo waadiyaa, wo fijaayen ke hum mile the jahaan
meree wafaa kaa wahee par majaar aaj bhee hain
na jaane dekh ke kyoo un ko ye huaa ehasaas
ke mere dil pe unhe ikhtiyaar aaj bhee hain
wo pyaar jis ke liye humane chhod dee duniyaan
wafaa kee raah mein ghaayal wo pyaar aaj bhee hain
yakeen naheen hain magar aaj bhee ye lagataa hain
meree talaash mein shaayad bahaar aaj bhee hain
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Don't Make Mistakes......
I am writing a post after a long time. I was busy without business all these days, so the posts dried up.
Continuing my series on love, here comes my new post.
I hope you remember me falling in love with someone whom I did not propose because of some reasons. For those who do not please refer to my earlier post. I dont know what was happening to me, but strangely I fell for another girl. She is the one who comes closest to someone I always dreamt of as my perfect match. I knew her for some two years but she did not know me until some months back.
It all started when I was away from civilisation. I came a lot closer to her or should I say she came a lot closer to me. The only problem was she was about to go away. This was the reason I proposed & she did what most of the girls would have done, she refused. We continued to talk even after that episode but she was never the same. I wanted to convey my feelings to her before she left & didn't want to end up in a situation where she left without knowing my feelings. I think she did not actually gauge my feelings towards her.
I hope she reads it & come back to me, otherwise she would be making the biggest mistake of her life.
Continuing my series on love, here comes my new post.
I hope you remember me falling in love with someone whom I did not propose because of some reasons. For those who do not please refer to my earlier post. I dont know what was happening to me, but strangely I fell for another girl. She is the one who comes closest to someone I always dreamt of as my perfect match. I knew her for some two years but she did not know me until some months back.
It all started when I was away from civilisation. I came a lot closer to her or should I say she came a lot closer to me. The only problem was she was about to go away. This was the reason I proposed & she did what most of the girls would have done, she refused. We continued to talk even after that episode but she was never the same. I wanted to convey my feelings to her before she left & didn't want to end up in a situation where she left without knowing my feelings. I think she did not actually gauge my feelings towards her.
I hope she reads it & come back to me, otherwise she would be making the biggest mistake of her life.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Story of an Untold Love...
This is not my creation, I got it on orkut. As I liked it a lot, I'm putting it here.
First Year:
As I sat there in English class,I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,and I knew it.
After class,she walked up to me and asked me forthe notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'I want to tell her,
I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.
Second Year:
The phone rang. On the other end,it was her.
She was in tears,mumbling on and on about howherlove had broke her heart.
She asked me to come overbecause she didn't want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next toher on the sofa,I stared at her soft eyes,wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,and three bags of chips,she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said'thanks'I want to tell her,
I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.
Third year:
One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said,"hes not gonna go" well,I didn't have a date,
and in third year,we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.So we did.
That evening, after everything was over,I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at meand stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"I want to tell her,
I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.
Final year:
A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angelup on stage to get her degree.
I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulderand said- 'you're my best friend,thanks'I want to tell her,
I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why
Marriage:
That girl is getting married now
and drive off to her new life,married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,but she didn't see me like that,and I knew it.
But before she drove away,she came to me and said 'you came !'.
She said 'thanks'I want to tell her,I want her to knowthat I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.
Death:
Years passed, I looked down at the coffinof a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entryshe had wrote in her college years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine;but he doesn't notice me like that,and I know it.
I want to tell him,I want him to know thatI don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !".........
'I wish I did too...'
I thought to my self, and I cried.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Rock Lovers
As I've revived my blog, I'd like to keep it alive. As I started the revival with My Love Story, I thought I should continue with the series on love. In this post, I'll be dealing with a subject which is pretty close to my heart & invokes quite strong feelings, one way or other. So here is my treatise on ROCK LOVERS.
Yeh World hai na World, yahan do type ke Rock hote hain:
Ek jis se sir phoda jaata hai aur doosra jis se kaan ke parde phat jaate hain.
This is what I'd have said in Bunty style about rock before coming to Kgp, the place which taught me a lot about one type & a few things about the other. As far as the breed of Rock Lovers go, I could not imagine how anyone can be one. But then, life teaches you a lot of things & things which you don't think are possible turn out to be quite common.
So lets start with the variety of Rock Lovers which occur more commonly. These are the guys who love the ear splitting variety... yeah! you guessed it right, The Rock Music. I personally don't find any music in it but then I don't belong to the category of rock lover either. This variety of Rock Lovers usually sport long hairs & suffer from a disease where they bang their heads like mad whenever they hear some noise they call music. Once I happened to walk into my friend's room who was having convulsions (or atleast I thought so) on his bed. It scared the hell out of me & being a good friend I tried to help. The first thing I noticed was he had the headphone on. The moment I removed it, you won't believe, the convulsions stopped. But what followed next was a big fight laden with profanities :). It turned out my dear friend was just listening to the music. From then on, I had to bear the sound of heavy metal for a long time to come as he decided it was better with the heavy speakers rather than the headphones. This was my first experience of this kind of Rock Lover and the punishment I got for helping a friend in distress left me a lot wiser regarding helping someone who has not asked for my help.
But still this is what I'd say to these guys,
"Teen Kanaster Peet Peet Kar Gala Phaad Kar Chillana,
Yaar Mere Mat Bura Maan Yeh Gaana Hai Na Bajaana Hai"
Now comes the second variety, the rock you see lying everywhere you go. This comes in very handy in a variety of situations both for positive as well as negative purposes, but still I hadn't seen someone who loved them untill ofcourse I joined the Department of Geology & Geophysics at IIT Kharagpur, which had a bunch of Lovers for this variety of Rock.
It was my first class of geology when the prof asked how many of you know that each rock has a story which is more fascinating than the best movie you have seen. I instinctively knew I had chosen a wrong course. Then he went on to explain things I won't even like to repeat otherwise the rocks will start coming flying towards me.
Our class had the opportunity to go to a field trip with the above mentioned prof. Here I'd like to warn you that the details can be graphic & reader discretion is advised. So one morning we left for our usual field visit not knowing what was to follow next. He used to walk us through fields, ask us to climb hills, cross streams just to show some rocks buried in the ground. That day he took us near a stream flowing on the outskirts of a village. It was a perfect place for people to do the thing which most of us do in the morning, as it was hidden from direct road, had a source of water and offered some privacy. Each one of us, had a hanky on our noses but our prof was walking as if he is walking in a garden. Then suddenly he started screaming, "Wonderful, wonderful! I've only seen this in the textbooks". We thought there was something important but could only see the work of someone which was performed the same morning. He summoned us closer and just beside it showed us something which somehow proved that the crust had undergone a collision there. But none of us was interested and everyone wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible for the obvious reasons.
Well time passed & I started listening to the stories which each rock has to say & mind you some of them are really fascinating. As unravelling these stories is my profession right now, I am also in the league of the Rock Lovers but there is still miles to go before I become something like my prof. So I am not that dangerous for my fellow friends and you can still be my friend. If time permits & some of you are interested I can tell you some of the stories which I like to call, "Patthar ki Kahani Ek Patthar ki Zubaani".
Yeh World hai na World, yahan do type ke Rock hote hain:
Ek jis se sir phoda jaata hai aur doosra jis se kaan ke parde phat jaate hain.
This is what I'd have said in Bunty style about rock before coming to Kgp, the place which taught me a lot about one type & a few things about the other. As far as the breed of Rock Lovers go, I could not imagine how anyone can be one. But then, life teaches you a lot of things & things which you don't think are possible turn out to be quite common.
So lets start with the variety of Rock Lovers which occur more commonly. These are the guys who love the ear splitting variety... yeah! you guessed it right, The Rock Music. I personally don't find any music in it but then I don't belong to the category of rock lover either. This variety of Rock Lovers usually sport long hairs & suffer from a disease where they bang their heads like mad whenever they hear some noise they call music. Once I happened to walk into my friend's room who was having convulsions (or atleast I thought so) on his bed. It scared the hell out of me & being a good friend I tried to help. The first thing I noticed was he had the headphone on. The moment I removed it, you won't believe, the convulsions stopped. But what followed next was a big fight laden with profanities :). It turned out my dear friend was just listening to the music. From then on, I had to bear the sound of heavy metal for a long time to come as he decided it was better with the heavy speakers rather than the headphones. This was my first experience of this kind of Rock Lover and the punishment I got for helping a friend in distress left me a lot wiser regarding helping someone who has not asked for my help.
But still this is what I'd say to these guys,
"Teen Kanaster Peet Peet Kar Gala Phaad Kar Chillana,
Yaar Mere Mat Bura Maan Yeh Gaana Hai Na Bajaana Hai"
Now comes the second variety, the rock you see lying everywhere you go. This comes in very handy in a variety of situations both for positive as well as negative purposes, but still I hadn't seen someone who loved them untill ofcourse I joined the Department of Geology & Geophysics at IIT Kharagpur, which had a bunch of Lovers for this variety of Rock.
It was my first class of geology when the prof asked how many of you know that each rock has a story which is more fascinating than the best movie you have seen. I instinctively knew I had chosen a wrong course. Then he went on to explain things I won't even like to repeat otherwise the rocks will start coming flying towards me.
Our class had the opportunity to go to a field trip with the above mentioned prof. Here I'd like to warn you that the details can be graphic & reader discretion is advised. So one morning we left for our usual field visit not knowing what was to follow next. He used to walk us through fields, ask us to climb hills, cross streams just to show some rocks buried in the ground. That day he took us near a stream flowing on the outskirts of a village. It was a perfect place for people to do the thing which most of us do in the morning, as it was hidden from direct road, had a source of water and offered some privacy. Each one of us, had a hanky on our noses but our prof was walking as if he is walking in a garden. Then suddenly he started screaming, "Wonderful, wonderful! I've only seen this in the textbooks". We thought there was something important but could only see the work of someone which was performed the same morning. He summoned us closer and just beside it showed us something which somehow proved that the crust had undergone a collision there. But none of us was interested and everyone wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible for the obvious reasons.
Well time passed & I started listening to the stories which each rock has to say & mind you some of them are really fascinating. As unravelling these stories is my profession right now, I am also in the league of the Rock Lovers but there is still miles to go before I become something like my prof. So I am not that dangerous for my fellow friends and you can still be my friend. If time permits & some of you are interested I can tell you some of the stories which I like to call, "Patthar ki Kahani Ek Patthar ki Zubaani".
Friday, March 09, 2007
My Love Story
Love is something I was very skeptic about. I did not believe someone could fall in love with a girl/boy just like that.. For me all this was just bullshit as all I believed in was infatuation. I had had numerous infatuations/crushes but nothing you can call love. But then something inexplicable happened & my views about love changed forever.
I met her just after coming to Mumbai. Initially nothing happened. Everything was normal. I continued with my job. As the fate would have it our paths started crossing more often. She is quite beautiful but it wasn't her beauty which attracted me, it was her nature. She is so serene and quite that she reminded me of myself some years ago. Her shyness, her serenity, the way she talked and her sweet nature had an intoxicating effect on me. She is the girl, I thought with whom I can spend my whole life.
I was about to confess my love, but before that I decided to do a SWOT (Strength, Weakness, Opportunity, Threats) analysis. The biggest threat to our future relationship from my side was it had no future. The reason being my family is completely against an inter caste marriage. And no matter how much I loved her, it would still be much less than how much I love my family. The other problem was I was not sure about her feelings towards me (which I later got to know through a common friend, but thats a different story). I did not have the courage to face rejection, but that was not why I did not propose. I could have somehow faced the rejection, but what if she accepted me? I knew it had no future and I had to tell this to her one day about it. I did not want to face her on that day. I did not want to hurt her even in my dreams. So I decided to keep my love to myself. I still love her and I'll always love her but she should never get to know this. I think she deserves someone better than me.
To conclude, I would like to quote Shahrukh from the movie Mohabbatein, "Agar tum kisi se pyar karte ho to zaroori nahi ki woh bhi tumse pyar kare".
I met her just after coming to Mumbai. Initially nothing happened. Everything was normal. I continued with my job. As the fate would have it our paths started crossing more often. She is quite beautiful but it wasn't her beauty which attracted me, it was her nature. She is so serene and quite that she reminded me of myself some years ago. Her shyness, her serenity, the way she talked and her sweet nature had an intoxicating effect on me. She is the girl, I thought with whom I can spend my whole life.
I was about to confess my love, but before that I decided to do a SWOT (Strength, Weakness, Opportunity, Threats) analysis. The biggest threat to our future relationship from my side was it had no future. The reason being my family is completely against an inter caste marriage. And no matter how much I loved her, it would still be much less than how much I love my family. The other problem was I was not sure about her feelings towards me (which I later got to know through a common friend, but thats a different story). I did not have the courage to face rejection, but that was not why I did not propose. I could have somehow faced the rejection, but what if she accepted me? I knew it had no future and I had to tell this to her one day about it. I did not want to face her on that day. I did not want to hurt her even in my dreams. So I decided to keep my love to myself. I still love her and I'll always love her but she should never get to know this. I think she deserves someone better than me.
To conclude, I would like to quote Shahrukh from the movie Mohabbatein, "Agar tum kisi se pyar karte ho to zaroori nahi ki woh bhi tumse pyar kare".
Saturday, April 09, 2005
My Seniors
After the friends its time for some seniors. I think (I may be wrong) there should be some difference between your batchmates & your seniors. No matter how close you are to them but you cannot treat them at par with your friends as they command some special respect which the batchmates never do. Here are some seniors who have affected my life more than anyone else.
Parul : One of the three seniors who were my wingies but then he is much more to me than a mere wingi. Same is true for SAS & Dixie. He has a special impact on my life. His dedication & simplicity are what I like most. He is a true Jack of all Trades and master of Some.
Adish (SAS) : He is one of the few guys who can scold me. He likes to create a tough guy image for people around him but then it is only for the purpose of separating grains from chhaff.Once you are close to him you know he is not that tough. On the contrary he is one of the most simple guys.
Anupam (Dixie) : I think he is one of the few persons who did not take my shyness as my snobbishness. He has taught me a lot about the life which has helped me in overcoming some of my shortcomings.
Prabhas (PRK) : I started respecting him from the first time I saw him. There is something in him which commands respect. I dont know what it is. I wish I had the same aura.
Birendra (BK) : To be honest I hated this guy for a few months. But then when I worked closely with him, I got to know his true qualities. A fabulous person to work with.
Gautam : This guy did what others just thought of doing. If only I could do what I think I should do, I would be such a great person.
Parul : One of the three seniors who were my wingies but then he is much more to me than a mere wingi. Same is true for SAS & Dixie. He has a special impact on my life. His dedication & simplicity are what I like most. He is a true Jack of all Trades and master of Some.
Adish (SAS) : He is one of the few guys who can scold me. He likes to create a tough guy image for people around him but then it is only for the purpose of separating grains from chhaff.Once you are close to him you know he is not that tough. On the contrary he is one of the most simple guys.
Anupam (Dixie) : I think he is one of the few persons who did not take my shyness as my snobbishness. He has taught me a lot about the life which has helped me in overcoming some of my shortcomings.
Prabhas (PRK) : I started respecting him from the first time I saw him. There is something in him which commands respect. I dont know what it is. I wish I had the same aura.
Birendra (BK) : To be honest I hated this guy for a few months. But then when I worked closely with him, I got to know his true qualities. A fabulous person to work with.
Gautam : This guy did what others just thought of doing. If only I could do what I think I should do, I would be such a great person.
Friday, April 08, 2005
My Wingies...............
What a better way to start blogging than to write about your friends. As the saying goes,
Show me your FRIENDS, I'll tell you who you are.
So here I am with my best friends. Okay now lets start...............................
Punit (Punni) : He is the shortest guy in the wing. But the size doesn't matter for him. One of the loveliest persons whom I know. He is hard working & will always be there for you [ specially if you require a cycle ;) ].
Amaresh (Sahoo) : Artist of the wing or should I say the hall. Like all the artists he is different (read homo). He is the guy who can take you to the sky (heaven) as he designs Aircrafts. Jokes apart he is the most sincere and hard working guy I've ever known.
Amit (Cali) : As the saying goes if you don't have the CALI, you can't do anything. Thats why he is the integral part of the wing. He has a waist which even Urmila would dream of having.
As a result he has a rough time in the wing consisting of people like Sahoo, Ghoda, Bhaddu & the list goes on.....
Suresh (Thapa) : Even he does not remember the last time he was called "Suresh". He is a sportsman par excellance. You name the game and give him a few days, he'll start playing it better than most.
Gaurav (Ghoda) : As we have "Cali" in our wing it is but obvious that our wing has "Gaurav".
As the nick suggests he is a runner. A simple guy whom even the A/P Team couldn't spoil. A good hockey player and a star performer in the gully cricket.
Vishal ( G@#&%) : Apart from Cali the only guy who has a girlfriend ( or should I say a long line of girlfriends) as he keeps having "Sachcha Pyar" every now & then. Shayad SN mein fachchiyon ko iski tasveer dikha ke bolte honge ki yeh dikhe to bhaag jaao. Apart from girls he has periods of time when he becomes one of the most methodical fellows but then he every now & then does something which justifies his nick.
Abhishek ( Bhaddu) : He is the person whom I respect most among my friends. But then he had a tragedy during this SF ( Yaar log orkut profile mein 4 saal puraani photo kyun lagate hain). The only girl with whom he talked apart from his sisters & other relatives had moustache. So Sad........tch tch. As I have already stated he is the guy to whom I'll go for any advice.
Abhishek ( Mukul) : Even though we have two Abhisheks living side by side people still get the reply " is wing mein koi Abhishek nahi rehta" . This guy is a jolly good person & the only one who can pass as an Angrez in our wing.
Hitendra (Hitu) : He is the only person of international fame in our wing. When in mood he is the person who can give his life for you but there are brief periods when he becomes unpredictable. Give him a little alcohol, say " Hitu Rona Nahi" & see the magic.
Anshul (Mota) : Apart from our physique we are quite opposite to each other & as opposites attract we are pretty good friends. Whenever I have some problem I go to him for advice & do the exact opposite of what he says. Believe it or not this has never failed.
Show me your FRIENDS, I'll tell you who you are.
So here I am with my best friends. Okay now lets start...............................
Punit (Punni) : He is the shortest guy in the wing. But the size doesn't matter for him. One of the loveliest persons whom I know. He is hard working & will always be there for you [ specially if you require a cycle ;) ].
Amaresh (Sahoo) : Artist of the wing or should I say the hall. Like all the artists he is different (read homo). He is the guy who can take you to the sky (heaven) as he designs Aircrafts. Jokes apart he is the most sincere and hard working guy I've ever known.
Amit (Cali) : As the saying goes if you don't have the CALI, you can't do anything. Thats why he is the integral part of the wing. He has a waist which even Urmila would dream of having.
As a result he has a rough time in the wing consisting of people like Sahoo, Ghoda, Bhaddu & the list goes on.....
Suresh (Thapa) : Even he does not remember the last time he was called "Suresh". He is a sportsman par excellance. You name the game and give him a few days, he'll start playing it better than most.
Gaurav (Ghoda) : As we have "Cali" in our wing it is but obvious that our wing has "Gaurav".
As the nick suggests he is a runner. A simple guy whom even the A/P Team couldn't spoil. A good hockey player and a star performer in the gully cricket.
Vishal ( G@#&%) : Apart from Cali the only guy who has a girlfriend ( or should I say a long line of girlfriends) as he keeps having "Sachcha Pyar" every now & then. Shayad SN mein fachchiyon ko iski tasveer dikha ke bolte honge ki yeh dikhe to bhaag jaao. Apart from girls he has periods of time when he becomes one of the most methodical fellows but then he every now & then does something which justifies his nick.
Abhishek ( Bhaddu) : He is the person whom I respect most among my friends. But then he had a tragedy during this SF ( Yaar log orkut profile mein 4 saal puraani photo kyun lagate hain). The only girl with whom he talked apart from his sisters & other relatives had moustache. So Sad........tch tch. As I have already stated he is the guy to whom I'll go for any advice.
Abhishek ( Mukul) : Even though we have two Abhisheks living side by side people still get the reply " is wing mein koi Abhishek nahi rehta" . This guy is a jolly good person & the only one who can pass as an Angrez in our wing.
Hitendra (Hitu) : He is the only person of international fame in our wing. When in mood he is the person who can give his life for you but there are brief periods when he becomes unpredictable. Give him a little alcohol, say " Hitu Rona Nahi" & see the magic.
Anshul (Mota) : Apart from our physique we are quite opposite to each other & as opposites attract we are pretty good friends. Whenever I have some problem I go to him for advice & do the exact opposite of what he says. Believe it or not this has never failed.
Yeehoooooooo!!!!!!!!! I'm a Blogger Now
As you can guess from the title, this is my first ever blog.
From now on watch this space for the happennings in my life and do write ur views.
From now on watch this space for the happennings in my life and do write ur views.
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