Live-ur-Life

Mumbai Meri Jaan

2009-06-27T13:42:00.000-07:00

By Saturday night, the thought had struck me hard that I’d have a chance to hit the road to India’s financial Mecca, the land of Bollywood-Mumbai, the erstwhile Bombay(this name stays my fav). The thought lingered in my subconscious mind till late when my eyes closed with glimpses of the biggest metro in India.

Tring Tring..started buzzing my Moto. The goddamn alarm! By 7, pulled myself up from under the rugs and got on the fast track yelling out “Good Morrrrnnnniiiing Mumbaaai”. Kicked Shailz(Shailendra Ojha, my BLP roommate-the acclaimed BACKUP BOM aka CBM of E-Sangli Branch VITA- sounds more like bournVITA) off the bed and tagged him along my quest to the unknown land. To give you a quick insight into where the bloody hell I am currently, lemme give you a brief. The ILC-ICICI Learning Centre based at Khandala, Pune is where I’m stationed. Built by the roadside, you could have absolute no clue what address the place would hold. The only landmark would be 2 flyovers of 4-lane width running parallel above this old Pune-Mumbai Highway on either side. The city, ok the so-claimed city, Khandala, would be with a radius of just 4-5km with the most renowned Mumbai-Pune expressway curving its way across the hills through scenic beauty being the pull to this place. Climate is awesome, typically controlled like Mysore, being a hill station. But got to say, the place sucks when it comes to finding proper civilization with a bit of advanced mode of living or a plain internet facility. They say this is a land of honeymooners and holidayers-which I did discover where the place pulled in people from both the ends-Pune and Mumbai alike who wanted to take a breath away from the mad rush in their life in the concrete wildlife.

From Khandala, Lonavala is just a 10min auto-drive to the railway station. Planned on reaching our destination via train only to know train frequencies have a gap of 90mins between consecutive trains and we missed the earlier one. Just as the Reliance connect ad goes.. we define impatience. BUS-yet another mass transport option was left and we ran to the bus stand quarter of a km from Lonavala station. The sight of the buses was disgusting when I felt really proud of our KSRTC buses which gave a royale feel to travel. Rusted exteriors covered in dirt, not having seen even a drop of water or rain in ages, stinking interiors, torn seats was just about enough for me to start to have the thought- would I ever survive the ride. Luckily, one of the bystanders approached us out of the blue asking would you love to have a cab ride to Mumbai at half the price in an Innova. Cool! @150bucks voila we got a chauffeur-driven Air Conditioned drive to Mumbai.

The drive was ecstatic. Twists and turns, through the 6-lane expressway did set the pulse raising making me desperate to get behind the wheels. The exhilarating speeds of cars that zipped by was enough and more to get my blood boiling. The road was just beautiful winding its way round the hill. Paved with rubber and tar mix, through the tunnels it flowed smoothly. What bugged me were the toll gates which slowed us down. Half way down the journey I could see the concrete wilderness. Flats, residential complexes/villas, malls, shopping complexes, commercial outlets you name any brick and mortar structure the place has got it. The wilderness never seemed to end towering to heights never seen before and spreading across boundaries unknown. The structures stood tall, dark and haunting. The sight was frightening with the thought how could anyone survive crammed into 4walls of concrete with a common roof with nothing around which breathes out O2. Broken panes, worn out paint, cracked walls, clothes hanging out of balconies were just another sight with all the dark structures. The dead silence and my frightening thoughts were broken with the chauffeur’s query as to where I wanted to get down. Even before we could say anything he offered to drop us at Daddar. He never left us with any options. I just turned back and looked at Shailz who said,”Daddar is fine”. He then inquired on how to get to “Gateway”. The only Gateway that struck me was the India Gate at Delhi. Our co-passengers who shared the same cab came up with suggestions on common transports to utilize-train and then the bus. As we passed through each signage-Vashi, Thane, Andheri, my heart raced with the thoughts on how big the city was. A Slumdog Millionaire would have catapulted the city to dizzying fame with even the stink of the slums breathing in parfum of popularity. But it is not the end. There was much more to this place than the slumdogs and the millionaires. Each signboard with the Bollywood heart throbs and beauties left me yearning to see a SRK or a Katrina in the next corner or zipping by their miraculous machines. From beneath a flyover to a drop by the side of yet another flyover, there I was in Daddar.

From here, where and how to go was the billion dollar question. Then Shailz popped in the question-“Do you know anyone in Mumbai?”. Yeah I do! Was I desperate to call her! Arey, who else other than BG, CEO of ICICI. The ring went twice; no response. But, relentlessly I tried and there she picked. Sigh of relief. At the first go, I asked her how to get to Gateway from Daddar. She banged my thrill down by a stinker replying “Arey, mein Mumbai mein nahi huun! “. “Arey kisne puucha tere barein mein, bol kaise jaana hai”; I replied as if I took it in good spirit. She told me to catch a train from Daddar to Churchgate and then take a taxi ride. There ends my guide’s role.”Hmm, teek hai, ab aur kya baat karein! Chodd de”..was the thought! You missed your privilege mam was my take! Hence na Ms.Mahajan(jo abhi Mrs. hai) ko mil paya, na Ms.Gupta ko! The chance of meeting the spice and flavour of Mumbai had gone dead. Ab kya bacha hai dekhne..MUMBAI here I come!

Daddar railway station was just a few blocks down the lane, took tickets to Churchgate and waited for the train. Platform 2 was where we were directed to. The gruelling heat made us melt like butter on hot pan. One hour was more of ride through a museum observing decade old structures with mad rush moving in and out of platform with each passing by train which unfortunately was stopping at the platform behind us quite frequently. And there stood two dumbheads getting frustrated with the fact that all the bloody trains were moving in on our opposite platform while we stood ducks waiting for ours. One hour of cribbing and velapan on the platform made us realise from a bystander that we are on the wrong platform and needed to move our ass up the stairway to some platform on the opposite end. Discovering this fact that there were two sets of platforms on north-South ends and our 1hour wait that went to the docks added to my frustration. Grabbing with what is left over with our dehydrated bodies we ran over to the opposite end. Within 2 minutes there came trains zipping by. Local trains with open exits flew by with men and women hanging on to bits of metal they could lay their fingers on like bats hanging down on twigs. Humans flew out of them like bees out of the nest. Dhakka/the push principle kept the flow going. The principle is very simple. The one who wants to go in just needs to stay at the entrance where all gather. Once the outflow ends, you get the PUSH which pulls you inside the coach irrespective of you make an attempt or not. The ones who stood by the entrance were pushed in as if it was an automated process. Same is applicable for one’s at the exit too. Guess this is a working principle for one and all in Mumbai. Just make your stand firm and you will move places.

Thanks to God that our station was the last one that we could take a seat and relax. Even travelling in the open train was a feeling inside of a microwave oven. I was literally taking a dip in a pool of sweat. Reached Central, Grant Road, Marine Lines and then came Churchgate. It was like the end of the city, the dead end to which trains move in and then begin to move out. The station invoked thoughts of Slumdog millionaire Jai Ho dance where the entire sequence was shot in this station(I assume). We walked across the station seeking the grand EXIT. The sights of beautiful kudiyan kept my mind at bay saying to myself-atleast something is there which could entice me for another visit. Once we stepped out, we were in search of an underpass which could take us to the other side of the road. The underpass was buzzing with activity, filled with aroma of boiling oil frying fresh pakodas and bhajjis. The voice of the street vendors calling out for buying stuff from their stores filled the air once we reached midway of the underpass. The mad rush followed us wherever we went. We came out into the light to breathe fresh air facing a very tall structure which looked like a Roman Catholic church. My eyes pondered over the marvel with the beauty and size of its construction. The style was very much Jewish which concluded the thought that it was built by British in pre-Independence era. Next mission- catchin’ a taxi to Gateway.

One after the other taxis zipped by but none would turn up to go to Gateway. Why, was it so close by? Or a pathetic place in terms of traffic congestion? Kerala autowale se bhi zyaada bhaav khate ho? ..thoughts as usual zapped through my mind. Then came our hero riding in black n yellow shining armour. An old 1980 Fiat Padmini with the meter kept up front on the bonnet unlike in an auto placed at the back. “Bhai saab Gateway le chalo”. 20bucks in a cushioned royal travel gave it a superb feel. It was my first time experience to move around in a taxi on such a short run. But, looking around I felt the entire population moved around taxis getting sick and tired of driving themselves through the everyday clutter and spending a fortune on the fuel which burnt a hole in their pockets. No wonder why the bloody place has so much to claim when it comes to being the number-1 polluted metro in India. I love Delhi in this regard. The city runs on LPG/CNG. Ms.Dixit really knows how to run the state. From buses to autos and even domestic vehicles are all packed with a CNG converter. Even then, I wouldn’t call it a pollution free state, but fares well with the increasing per square km population in the metro. Wonder when the Millionaire state will grow. The car slowed down at a place fenced by police barricades. There were loads of people moving across the place talking varied languages and our driver indicated “nikal saale, pahunchgaya tera Gateway”. Ok! The indication was not that harsh.

The place where he left us, I couldn’t make head or tails out of where I was. On the left there were many stalls offering tourist packages taking you around Mumbai On the right I could catch glimpses of a tall structure which I could not make out through the trees which barred the view. As we made through the MAD rush once again, I saw the great archway which all called the great GATEWAY. It was beautiful. It had the inscription “This was constructed when Queen Elizabeth landed in India for the first time in ..(some date)”. Ya, history doesn’t sell well with me. The sight was amazing. Am I missing something here. A 90-degree turn to my right, left my eyes on a massive beauty of a structure which was SHOT DOWN to glory – the Taj, Mumbai. The notorious series of event that unfolded was terrifying which any native of Mumbai or anyone across India would ever want to recall. All cameras flashed against this magnanimous structure. All wanted a piece of the great MONUMENT(it did not have to survive any great royal battles or stay for decades. What it has gone through is more than enough to rightly name it a standing monument.) against their background to be a witness to the fame it acquired across the world. But now a sense of peace prevailed. People all around could feel it. The hundreds of pigeons that flew by and across the structure with just the noise of their wings beating in the air and the peaceful transition of motor in and out of the place made all feel that it was just another day in their lives. The attitude left a sense of respect in my heart for them. This population has seen much more than what a normal being could envisage.

Whereto from here? The question still pondered. That was when CBM suggested on getting on a boat to a new land. Guess since he has got ideas and I have none, I thought lets go for it. We walked back to the stalls and got ourselves 2tickets to a boat ride to Elephanta Caves. Boats boats and lots of them. Which one to board? Thats when we noticed a long queue moving out. Ah a 50-odd member long queue was already waiting to catch the boat. I was sucked off all my liquidity by now. Got ourselves 2bottles of water and thumbs up and slogged our time at the queue. The wait time was blessed with many a newly married womanhood attained folklore who jumped into the brandwagon of honeymooning at this sick place. Anyway, I hope I find better places to go once I get married. We were a fresh batch to board and got privilege front seats. One stunner which came by was discovering the fact that this bloody sea-route journey would last 1hour. The boat was docked for 20mins which frustrated me more and more since I was already feeling sick. The boat picked pace in about an hour. It was on cruise mode(ok u can assume the irony). The sea wind itself was warm which added to the discomfort. But as we reached the inner sea it was better. Huge iron structures drilling and digging into sea beds amazed me. The engineering that went behind them put many a thought to my mind. A million tonner and a billion dollar ship docked at mid-sea port made me look at it with boggled eyes. The sea reflected two tones-blue and greenish black. OIL-the culprit. A mother points it out to her daughter showing the difference in colours and that it floats on top being less dense. Was it knowledge? Truly yes! But not a sight to be eagerly shown on nature’s beauty. It would have sounded better in a Physics or Chemistry class. Cool breeze made casual passes in between and at times went dead too. But the fact that I had already put myself to the maximum strain for a day made me realise... -TIME TO SLEEP brother! A sweet short nap for 15mins was refreshing. With just ten more minutes to the great CRUISE, I could catch glimpses of land which all across was surrounded by nature. Where the hell did so much of green come into this corporate wilderness was the thought. The fact that this land was far separated by good amount of waterbed from the concrete jungle made access to this nature’s beauty beyond thought. The land looked beautiful like Lanka. A straight strip of land went out into the sea bed where we were left. The strip would be close to a km in length. Do I havta walk this across to reach there? I’m not going, take me back! I can’t slog more. Just then Shailz put in the word- “Chalo mini-train pakadte hain!”. Mini-train??

On the straight strip was a train track with a miniscule width to carry a small capacity of just 60people. 10bucks and they would get you there without moving a toe.2tickets and there we were waiting to catch another ride through life. But here too, the DHAKKA principle only worked. Man! This is turning out to be a chapter in my life i thought. 5mins and bingo we were there without walking a pace. Short n crisp journey like the ooty joy ride as kids I used to take. The entrance to the ancient caves showed steep steps up. How many? Didn’t bother to answer that question since I was dead tired and hungry leaving me just not any other thought than FOOD. Plunged myself into the very next chair I saw vacant in that stinky restaurant and ordered food. Oh boy! Did it suck! That made me recall the grand royale food our cooks at ILC used to feed us. May god bless them with long lives. Ek aur bottle dhandi paani... aur chal pade hum in our adventurous quest to expand traveller’s knowledge.

The climb was cool till about a few meters and carrying forward I got to feel the heat and the stress mounting on me. But this was an experience which I would never want to lose. That gave me the drive. My mom used to pull my leg asking what the hell did i do being in Delhi or 2yrs. I cant even claim to have seen the Taj Mahal or the Lal Quila from inside. Guess atleast this time I took a call and came by to witness India’s treasures. The steps were too steep and crammed that we needed to hunt spaces to put our feet in. 15mins and there we were-WELCOME TO ELEPHANTA CAVES. The caves were marvellous in its architecture and in the making of the sculptures out of single piece of stone, all carved out of the wall that forms the cave. There were many Shivling prathishtas around different sections of the cave. OK! I am getting bored of writing this archaeological crap! The only thing which enthused me otherwise was to find non-Indians (wouldn’t wanna classify with the nationality and hurt sentiments) clicking away pictures of monkeys on trees and rocks enjoying their good freedom scratching each other backs and feeding on anything that these so-called evolved apes dropped. Guess they were trying to trace their origins back to the Neolithic times studying them so close.They really were the stars of the show. One of them was so enthralled by their performance that he threw the entire packet of Lays at them. 20 bucks bit the dust with that. But the prehistoric man was smarter than the evolved ape. He stopped his performance, picked the bag, turned his back to the spectator and his sponsor, raised his tail and gave a full blow show of his pink ass as a mark of respect and ran off to his hiding among the trees. So much for the grateful gesture.

Yet another hour of journey left us at the mercy of time where loss of light and the fear of having to forsake our dinner made us run for shelter. Took our prime mode of transport-Taxi which took us to the station in minutes since I found traffic to be less(yet another thought which let my mind pondering). On our way back, I discovered the beautiful structure that first grabbed my attention in Mumbai-the catholic structure. It was the Mumbai High Court. The taxi dropped us at the point where we were picked. By 6 we reached Churchgate which by now was quite deserted since it was dusk and ours was the starting station. We were supposed to get down at central and catch the local train to Pune. Unfortunately, we were quite so relaxed that we forgot the initiation of DHAKKA principle and we got stuck up inside not getting down within the stipulated 2mins trains stop at stations. And hence it took us to our place of orgin-Daddar. The reservation center as anywhere and anytime had a staggered queue making me feel, the entire of Mumbai travel on trains. 67bucks of a local ticket to Lonavla he said. Pulled out the currency and asked him by what time. “6:05pm”, he said. A glance at my watch showed 6:05pm. “Where is the train?”,I asked. He said “Platform 1”. I ran down telling shailz the train is bound to leave now from platform 1. Just as I took the leap from the last but 4th step I saw the train just leave by. “Bhai saab yeh Pune local hai kya?? Haanji yehi hai”..Gone! Electric trains got great pickup you know. So catching a running train is quite not easy now. INR 67 down the drain.

Yet another option of mass transport-BUS. But this time Shailz was smart enough to propose a bigger better plan. He said just like we reached here there would be Volvos and taxis plying back to Pune and Lonavla which could drop us. Hence we walked a few miles across to the place where the Innova guy had dropped us and found a tours and travels stall with a Volvo getting loaded with baggages. “Can we get a ride to Lonavla”.”Haanji! 200bucks”. “Cool! Dho tickets de dijiye”. A second thought never went seeking alternate modes or negotiating rates. It was a Volvo bound to Hyderabad and we got dropped exactly at the sweet spot my bus dropped me while I travelled from Bangalore to Khandala.

By 10:30pm I was back at my bed with the memoirs of the great adventure trip I went on. It turned out to be quite a controversy in the training camp with many heart wanting to know why I made it Mumbai on such short notice without leaving a word. Was it a planned trip? What specifically did you have to do at Gateway? Why only one spot? Whom do you know at Mumbai to help you around? Aah! It would never end. The memoirs did etch a picture in my heart, placing feelings sandwiched between warm and cold, passionate and subtle. I cant live here. I cant work in this sheer madness. I cant move under the DHAKKA principle. I hated something about the place, but something still mystifies me drawing me back to the land of the slumdog millionaires. Would I return? Only destiny will tell !

Paradox of LiFe!

2008-01-26T22:32:00.000-08:00

The paradox of our time in history is that we have...

Taller buildings but shorter tempers,

Wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less,

We buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families,

More conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense,

More knowledge , but less judgment,

More experts, yet more problems,

More medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much,

Spend too recklessly, laugh too little,

Drive too fast, get too angry,

Stay up too late, get up too tired,

Read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life.

We've added years to life not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back,

But have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor.

We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul...

We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We've learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information,

To produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion,

Big men and small character,

Steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce,

Fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers,

Throw away morality, one night stands,

Overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,

To quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window

And nothing in the stockroom.

George Carlin

To the Land of Tipu Sultan

2007-06-23T08:27:00.000-07:00

Mysore is a major city of Karnataka. Mysore has a rich and vibrant history and heritage and hence attracts a huge number of tourists. Mysore is known all over the world for its sandalwood and classic silks. Mysore has grand palaces, majestic temples and beautiful gardens all of which retain their old world charm to this day. Mysore is located in the southern part of the Deccan Plateau.

The district of Mysore is an undulating table land that is partly covered by granite outcrops and fringed with lush green forests. The city is at 770m above sea level and 140kms from Bangalore, the state capital. The city is also known as the City of Palaces. Mysore has always enchanted its visitors with its quaint charm.

Mysore has a warm and cool climate throughout the year. It has a salubrious climate. The climate of Mysore is moderate. The weather in winter is cool and the summers are bearable. The minimum temperature in winter is around 15 degrees Celsius and in summer the maximum temperature is around 35 degrees Celsius.
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Wondering whats so special about MYSORE ??? [;)] ...

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I am going there !

Smithil. K
Asst. Manager
Customer Service Branch Banking
Mysore

~ The EnD Of DaYs ~

2007-06-11T11:07:00.000-07:00

Frustration surmounting to utter chaos and anarchy within... a sense of helplessness blended in with mental torture, pain & agony; where u get irritant stimulations up ur nerves sayin "thats it, let all hell break loose" ... with tones of anger layered in between maturely mangerial attitude we dwelt a life that was suckin the very life within... and now the La belle dame sans mercy[our HR] has blessed me with kindness seeing me thru an invisible horizon which i look up to see with absolutely no hope... ok ok i know u ddnt get even a bit of what i said... anyways.....

And here I am mates! .... Off to work with the so-called BIGGEST private financial institution in the country on June 26th when my 4-day long so called name-sake "training" would commence @ Chennai! A yet another 5-day long wait would tell me where the hell would i be gettin my ass placed to be kicked about!Is it worth it all we would sooner or later find out! ... Many had their fingers, huh! y jus fingers... even their legs, hands and what not crossed for this blessed moment! ..... the moment of truth ....This moment calls for a sigh of relief! ... and a silent prayer to one and all out there still on hold! ...

Hi I am Smithil Krishna... Asst. Manager ICICI Bank! [;)] ... Man! did i wait sooo f@#kingly looong to say that dilog! This is one doggone life in this bitchy world!My kickass LIFE begins today! .... let the Party begin marking THE EnD oF DaYs ... End of days of wait and End of days of pLaY!

The pages of my memory ...

2007-02-28T05:04:00.000-08:00

In the pages of the diary
there is a blankness of thoughts
each page describing a faded hope
trying to mend the broken edges

What state is this,
which isolates me from the rest,
my heart wonders,
it goes on a quest.

It searches for answers,
all but in vain,
an aggravation,
in absolute pain..

These pages becomes my company,
when I stumble for one,
Embraces me with its emptiness,
when I have none

Left alone I feel like these pages
missing those smiles, the fun and frolic.
They say those pages are void and meaningless
But no-one knows those blank pages are his special friends.

That was a close shave!

2007-02-09T06:10:00.000-08:00

The feeling was light; something missing, a new lease of freshness, a sense of smoothness, a sense of new ME.

It was January 15th 2007; time:12:25am. The day when I parted with something I always nurtured, pampered, took efforts to look good and keep in shape, and which to many really brought out the sense of manliness in me.

We were celebrating Jaadi’s placement in Erudite Construction Ltd. The man took his first drink after a 5-month long dryness. He had declared, he wouldn’t touch liquor till he got placed. So it was special night for him as it turned out to be for many who graced the occasion. The party went well and fine with the key players: Haward Rock, Peter Kitting, Partyboy & ULFA getting talli on the go; as always. Everything was as normal and usual as ever. The loud music, dance, video shoot and clicks to cover the auspicious event so that we could cherish it for a lifetime; were all falling in right places.

It was an hour after the second round of drinks that the men felt something was missing all along. The right amount of spice, entertainment, fun was just not happening. It was by then Harward Rock remembered “Man! Smith had promised to do his stuff by Jan 1st of this month. It was his New Year resolution.”. My shouts or better put it as pleadings of postponing the event were drowned in the loud music and shouts of 15 odd people around me, who were in the right mood to make it happen for all it was worth … “Do it now… now or never … else your in for it … we would have to do it forcibly…” . Was it their excitement to see me as a new ME, was it their attempt or better say their best of chances mera GM or their wish to make me look better… I would never know.

I was caught by the hand and tied down as if I was a wild horse on the run. But I never exerted force… “ WTF! I aint got any issues, leave me, I would do it myself ”, I said. But I was never to be heard. My shouts went down in vain. It was as if the entire lot wanted a piece of me under the wild surge they got from the liqour. Harward Rock started, followed by Peter Kitting who plucked the life out of me sticking the scissor up my nose. That was when I thought I did better take control of things here else I am gonna end up bleeding to death. Grabbed the ancillary from Peter Kitting and ran into the bathroom.

By the way I looked by then gave me the creeps. Bull Shit! It looks pathetic. How would it be by the end of it all. And the stage I was looking by then none could have helped me, not even a professional who was into all this. In life, what holds back a man from being something else he doesn’t dare to be is the fear. That night I shit the fear down the drain and was determined to give an answer to all who wanted to know how radically different would I be. Was it for me? I don’t know. Was it for someone else? I don’t know. As the sharpness and the freezing cold of steel touched me I could feel tremors passing through my head and reach my toe. Every single touch told me to stop, not any more. But something made me go on and on. As the darkness came to light my face began to shine all the more. I kind of liked it. Would I prove myself wrong?. I felt I would look better with some reminiscence left in me. But I guess it was too late for it all by the way things had proceeded. Haward Rock was already standing beside me holding up a new Presto he had jus got from Dude. He was begging to do his bit of the cleansing by then. But with God’s grace and a bit of help from PTC Maiyya I saved my neck. Now it was all upto me. With each stroke I could feel the roughness of plateau getting caught in between the blades and turning into smooth plain. “Do u wanna do this?”… The thought never went thru me. It was as if I was all set for this. Was it the drinks I took that made me go thru it with ease I will never know. But something in me always said, “ Show em’ you would dare to do something u would never have wanted to do. Discover something new in yourself. You don’t lose anything. Cos’ what you lost today would certainly come back to you. You got none out there to impress or justify your actions. What you become today or how you are tomorrow wouldn’t matter to anyone”.

By the end of the 5-minute struggle with steel cutting across my face; I was seeing a new ME. As the doors of the show opened I was out staring at faces one after the other who were taking a good look at me. Flashes from camera phones and camcorder started recording the historical milestone of seeing me in a new avatar. It was as if I had become a celebrity overnight. I was welcomed with howls, hugs, kisses and appreciation for the dare. Haward Rock was glad for I did it all for him on his say. Jaadi was glad for the GIFT I gave him on his placement. Peter Kitting was all joy for being his best roomie. Partyboy loved me for making Southies name proud. All had something or the other to say. From cries of being cool, to praises and appreciation for discovering a new young ME it went on and on for the entire night wherein which of them were true and which were sarcastic I would never know.

But what was in it all for me? I would never know or understand. Cos I didn’t feel anything. All I ever wanted in life was just be well-presented. Neither was I born great neither do I have greatness thrust upon me. Whatever may happen to me I would remain just the very same. And there it is: the new ME(according to others) without my 7yr old moustache. That was indeed a close shave!

The i-experience

2007-01-03T10:04:00.000-08:00

The genes of a new born of today are wired with an extra helix which society calls today i-gene. The generation of today is totally wired onto the internet. Internet serves their pettiest of needs ranging from proposing a girl anonymously, to getting married over the net. Technology has grown leaps and bounds enabling the i-gen to move way ahead in means of communication and knowledge. From ancient vacuum tubed processing machines to the wireless networks of today technology surely has come a long way.

Teenage of today live in a world of their own- free, no-strings-attached, and ever exploring. When traditions, rules, parental pressure and society bind them; they try to break free through mediums such as the internet. Wireless networks or wi-fi enabled zones have been a blessing in disguise for youth to be let free in their worlds without the hassles of managing meters of wires or chords or being bound to a single space. Ice-cream parlours of 80s to the wireless parlors of today, built on wi-fi technology, have paved way for youth to venture, interact and do business networking too. The advent of PDAs, WAP enabled phones and Wi-fi enabled laptops have brought the virtual world all the more closer to the youth on the move.

Ande Ka Funda

2007-01-03T10:01:00.000-08:00

What came first? Chicken or egg ?A topic to debate upon for a lifetime. But where would it all take mankind to. I would say an insight into what his basic birth meant to many who are alive along with him in this infested world. What does it take for a man to claim that he came into this world with a purpose. He has always dared to seek answer to this but in vain.

An egg could represent evolution of mankind. With its whiteness of shell standing for purity of heart which talks to yourself to keep away from the mud ditches in life. The yellow yolk within, which represents the glow and warmth of life which you would always want to have.With metamorphosis from an egg to a chick, evolution of man depicts him breaking out from his shell and coming out in the open to dare once again seeking answer to as why he was born in this infested world.

Road to Pune

2007-01-03T09:55:00.000-08:00

Just another train journey… was it? No, far beyond the chuk chuk of the diesel engine we went through many things unexplainable. I was a stranger to three others whom I discovered in a course of 5 days. From getting proposed by a gal after 2 long years to compeering a show; fun, excitement, laughter, tension, emotion, all fell in the right places when it came to the 6 who hit the road on quest to Pune with differing purposes.

Was it the purpose to win something at Zeal ’06 or was it just the excitement to see and feel the pulse of Pune that took us there. The excitement mounted all the more getting to know from Khanna saab that Mumbai was just 2.5hrs from Pune. Dreams of the financial capital and Bandra HQ of ICICI Bank filled my thoughts. Pune the “youth’s wonderland” had already woven a web of thoughts around me. Now I couldn’t wait to reach Pune.

The 3 strangers .. hmmm, high time I talked about them. I had my premonitions on how boring it would be to travel with these people whom I have never seen or been with or talked to before. But I guess I proved myself to be wrong in due time with my doings. The man won hearts at one go on the very first day itself in train. Laughing their way to eternity, grooving to my pulse of talks, walking my walk, everything seemed to go the way I wanted it to be. The bursts of laughter rocked the bogie like it was never gonna end and it made me feel- that’s it baby we are gonna be kicked out if it goes endlessly. Was it just me?… naah! Anurag and myself as I said did make a deadly combo tough to beat.

Shut up, don’t use your brains, 2-minute break, what’s the time? All ring at the back of my mind when I think about Pune. Good food, great youth, green city, all seemed to draw us closer to the place which we in the end, missed to see the core. So what else was there to cherish about Pune? The mega wait at the Mega mall seeing women find their way around the mall trying out all the apparels their eyes fall on, only to buy one jeans. Or was it the 45 minute drive back home in an auto through the cold night. Hmmm, what else? … nothing else seems to click on my mind. Did I miss some action. Oh by the way I was never IN Pune to feel its pulse. I was under strict instructions of our commanding officer Mr. Varun Vashist to participate in maximum number of events in Zeal ’06 and win accolades for IBS,Gurgaon. And where did it all take us to? A return back home empty handed with nothing to boast about… failures one behind the other, an utter waste of time and energy and a sucking stay at one of the worst lodges I have ever been to.

Our arrival made a wave of heated discussion as to the sense of competition each IBS center would have to face. Mumbai colleges who had been there with just 2 to 3 members were not of a worry to us initially. But they were the ones who had really given us the run for our money and the kick on the butt. One combo tough to beat with display of true professionalism. Teams from colleges never heard before, were making hell worth living for us. Wanna beat a competition then beat them was what was going through my mind. The gripping feeling to beat and be the best was always within. But loss after loss made me sink in and ultimately give up. We came in as the best but ultimately fell out to be nothing better than meager underdogs.

Regrets? No, cos with every failure we exclaimed- Failure is the stepping stone to success. With every failure we made sure our names stayed. Remembered by all, challenged by all, giving the best the run for their money when they sat back and relaxed saying nothing would match up to us. We were right there. Right at the epitome of success everytime our name was announced for every event. But something was not favoring us all through. God knows what. Even when none from our own team was there to clap our efforts to fame our work gained recognition and won hearts. Comments and appreciation for the innovativeness and professionalism put in by us in our work were a heart-warmer pushing us to the limits to face everything even when we were bogged down with failures. We had come a long way when it came to being there for everything yet not winning anything. Gaining temperament, keeping cool, and taking the bumpy ride with balance through 5 solid events single handedly. In the end … it doesn’t even matter! You win some, you lose some. We may be defeated but not destroyed! That’s what life is all about!

PLACED in LiFe ! Only God Knows how?

2006-09-02T09:44:00.000-07:00

Received the mail from placement cell (which was under the watch glass for all the wrong reasons lately and their later implementation of Pareto's rule of 80:20 crap) Aug 7, 2006 1:20 PM. Now one mail sent shocks of unsettlement all around campus.. why?? ICICI Bank coming up with a 5.15 lac pa package. Man! whatta a figure and that too from ICICI. Students went beserk, jaws dropped with awe, eyes popped with surprise, tongues went dry and what not!

The shock waves were one after the other that reached from top to bottom of the ICFAIian crux. The small aiming high to the big shots aiming even bigger were out there to grab a piece of India's fastest growing retail banker. Now that did create a hell lot of a demand. Not to say it reflected in the numbers who applied for the same... a mammoth 332 applicants for the 5 profiles on offer. All except HR were called to join the fray. The mad fray went eccentric seeing the mammoth figure. And I am modest enough to say I was one among them.

My application communicated question marks all out to many in PG and around ... you? ICICI? interested in Retail Banking? I didnt have an answer. Guess it was the "job" and the "money" that was more on my mind and luring me more into it than anything else. Aziz sir had done his side of the evaluationa and made suggestions in class and adviced this is not the pie you would wanna have ever since seniors had come down to him with many a complaint on the internal work culture of company.
Hmmmm... professors, seniors, many a man had many a word to say on it!

Who cared and who cares? It was just the bucks and the bad history i had with attending interviews which made me sit in it after all and made me stand by my decision. Nothing seemed to pull me towards it. Not even a bit of aspirational value went behind the company. Never did I see myself working for the bank. Never did I see myself fit for the job. Never did I see myself with the right aptitude or attitude to take up the job. Then what the bloody hell was in it for me????

The thought never went through me ever again. It was Aug.30th morning and it was time for the kill. 8:30am report to P5 for ICICI ppt. Woke up by 8am to catch the first glimpse of sunshine. Now thats what I call timing. All hurry burry, I rushed out in tumtum with Lalit and off we go being one among the 186 short-listed for ICICI recruitment process. I see Lalit Tiwari all tensed to core as if he was sitting on a nail tip. Poor chap. Seeing him felt... why am i not feeling the same? Is anything wrong with me? Am I having low BP? Never ever have I felt so cool in my life.

There by 8:40am we enter the dungeon of dreams filled with ambitious air of 186 students all in to crack the top bank's vacancies. Seeing the number did send a shiver down my spine. Me against 185 of the best in the business. The sight was sending me into a dizzy. What am I up for here i never knew. The truth was I never wanted to even give it thought or better say it never came to me.

As time passed I felt a kindof silence within myself. I was all quite and i was listening to many a voices around me. Marketing, Finance, Banking, GD topics, GK ... what all and what not! Everything was getting to me. Walked out a couple of times and came back again. Felt like taking a breath of new life from outside to survive in the stinking breath inside. It was all fine from within but the heat was not letting me be what I am. I was losing my cool with the all heat and sweat I was being put through. Felt like shouting out "God damn it! who would wanna work with such a company who couldnt keep with its timings. Chuck the fuck and get lost! "

Then came this one silly goose, who happened to be our senior who said all sort of crap about the company, comparing the company to TIGERS and students comparing it to donkeys, monkeys, chuvva and what not. Why did they ever send him over to talk to us?

Then came the lords of the game. The referees who were to give us a RED card or GREEN card. Curtains drawn to the mega event: the grand ppt of ICICI. Whoever wanted to hear what the company was all about and what they were known for? Felt the dire need for the fresh breath yet again and i was out. Enough is enough.

"Following is the list of candidates by groups for GD...please fall in line and move to respective classes"... and there I was picked in the second group. Every other name shot through me like bullets...I did feel like a puny mole put among the best of the lot. The beasts with their villainous smiles looked and sounded really tamed awaiting their turn to unleash mayhem. The flag off was done by a gorgeous from the company. And there began the ultimate madness. Cross selling and its business strategies... Capital adequacy ratio and basel 2 norms... sales and distribution... being midst of all violence I felt like a snail sitting atop a pile of mammoth shit. For the 10mins of the entire 20mins GD i was a silent observer(i take after gandhigiri in these affairs). All through the chaos all I did was write the case analysis in a sheet which was provided at the beginning of the GD. Then got the break,better say God showered mercy on the poor... what did i blurt out only HE knows. In the end, blessing came in disguise with the gorgeous ordering candidate number:3 to speak... Hmm now who would be candidate no:3??? Oh! thats me, thats me! Bullshit..it sure was ME... It was as if something sparked me and i got on fire. Yet again what i said only God knows... the only thing which indicated that what I was saying was making some sense was when I saw the beasts around me nodding their heads in consent or better, indicating "cut the crap". And there it was all wound up and the beasts yet again walked out frustrated with the FISH MARKET they created all for themselves.

3 hours down the lane came the daring results... 3rd name ! was it me??? I dunno... but it was. Someone else told me;) and there with me was the one who was tamed as me but talked a bit more better than me for the GD.. Mr.Sumit. And we both qualified for the same and was all set to see the worst of the next to come. 5mins later i came to know that someone was asking for my CV. But where was I? I was pruning and washing face making the glamourous myself more glamourous. Came down and made a run up to submit my CV which was not submitted b4. That made me all the more dirty.. All sweat and heat. What was inside seemed to go out with all the prespiration.

Now what happened inside is nothing to be just said like that but to be discussed about with a serious intent ;) . What went into me I dont know. Was feeling as if they were friends of mine. Talked casually and screwed them back casually with a smile with as much pleasure they took they took in doing it unto me. What made me smile... I dunno.

Walked out with the air of having conquered the world! The feeling I had before I walked through the door and after was jus the same. On my way back I answered the maids waiting outside who were curious to know what i went thru... shared the ailings and the sorrows of an interview.. and was made the nucleus of all attention.... I was seen like a demi-god who walked through hell alive...hehe it was fun!

For 24hours life was on a nail tip. Is it here or there? Will I or will I not? The thoughts haunted me like anything... but was it getting on my nerves? Naah! Chill dude as always; who was ever wondering- would ICICI do the blunder of pickin a guy like me?... A guy who wrote their psychometric test last in college after he himself deleted their test link 7times... A guy who never prepared a word for either his GD or interview and got a second chance given by the panel to speak in the GD... And a guy who never gave his resume even after he was selected for final interview... MAN! I did make a mark with this interview.

Till lunch it was like a feeling like never before... i was all smile and laughter as if i was already placed and 99% of the people around me were confident that i was throught.. none knew there was a pain behind every smile I had. "Do you know Finance? NO, Are you good with Maths? NO, Do you have great Analytical skills? NO, Then, why should we ever take u in ICICI?" - the thought rattled in my mind again and again...

It was until late 2 or 3pm that all the hustle and buzz about RESULTS came out. It was enthralling. Nail-biting scenes, tensed cherry red faces, cold hands, unstable stances, dead emotions.. all were a part of the entire play that was taking place. But someone was feeling odd one out in there... who was it? None but ME! What was that held me together, what made me stand so firm on my feet, flash a hundred smiles at all, crack a thousand PJs ... only GOD knows. The God came out with a filthy sheet of paper with a long list. Said 57 people have been selected. The crowd went mad. Then there was dead drop silence. Then names flowed one after the other... I said to myself.. walk away, u aint there. Why waste time for this? But somethin held me back... The best is yet to come. Sixth on down the list came up the deadly surprise....

Ya ya right now i aint making up the air of mystery around this one.. it was my name! No excitement, nothing... just stood there taking congrats, hearing cheers and rest of the names on the list... Then made the walk away from it all to stay alone. Hehe, seeking the same secluded world of mine!

Called up dad, mom, all the people in the world... hmmm feeling on cloud number 9... naah! it was that bit of challenge and the revenge against myself breakin the jinx within me that I aint good at cracking interviews... I did it and i did it in style! Bein in the first guy to be shortlisted in the first group of GD to the being the very first guy to be interviewed in ICFAI campus and getting recruited by the very first company on the very first day of placement ... the Man has done everythin he did want to do to avenge myself! My eyes were seeing green all the way! Money money and more money! My ass is worth damn 5.15 lakh pa. Thats a BIGGIE! You earned it man... that calls for a pat on ur shoulder. Talkin to my dad and hearing him over phone i felt... if i was there with him he would have hugged me to death. Thank God mom was not there... she would have had made a mess out crying over all of it! But missed her too while sharing the happiness.

One entity I wanted to be there was there when i wanted her. She was special. Didnt expect she would come out to be with me when i told her my results were to be called out soon. But she was there for me from wait till the end. She was my best friend. The lil smile on her face was all that kept me cool and chill. And this time i hugged her like never before. Hmmm..she did complain last time of a cold hug i used to have... shared the entire energy i had within with her. Felt like sitting and laughin jus lookin at her face... Damn it... I got it thru! ME ME ME... they took ME! Hahahah.. it was a fun feeling and an emotion I could share best ONLY with her. Hmmmm dunno y ONLY her.... guess we are really BAD when it comes to the emotive side of life... so its just fun fun and only fun for us.

And there you have 23 yr old B.Tech Graduate who has done his MBA in Marketing now placed in India's fastest growing, second largest bank ICICI. What's in it for me??? Only God knows!

Higher the RiSk ... Maximum the ReTuRnS

2006-09-02T09:33:00.000-07:00

To laugh is to risk being a fool.
To weep is to risk appearing too sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk getting involved.
To express one's feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd's to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
But risks MUST be taken ....

Because greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

Your the one

2006-05-03T02:54:00.000-07:00

I looked away

Then I looked back at you

You tried to say

Things that you can't undo

If I had my way

I'd never get over you

Today's the day

I pray that we make it through

Make it through the fall

Make it through it all

I don't want to fall to pieces

I just want to sit and stare at you

I don't want to talk about it

And I don't want a conversation

I just want to cry in front of you

I don't want to talk about it

'Cause I'm in love with you

You're the only one

I'd be with 'till the end

When I come undone

You bring me back again

Back under the stars

Back into your arms

I'd rather be anythin' but ordinary

2006-05-03T02:42:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please

To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive

Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please
I'd rather be anything but ordinary, please

Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
That this world is a beautiful, accident, turbulent, suculent,
Oppulent, permanent no wayI wanna taste it
Don't wanna waste it away.

Life Vs Love ... I will always love you

2006-04-14T01:30:00.000-07:00

Standing here all on my own,
watching life go by,
taking in those dreadful words,...
a tear drops from my eye.

I stood there as i watched you run,
and waited for the pain,
love can be a painful thing,
you used my love in vain.

Why'd you leave me here to cry?,
our love had felt so...right,
why'd you go and break my heart,
just like you did that night.

Let me kiss your lips once more,
so I can see it's true,
help me see your love is gone,
that I can't be with you.

Don't leave me here to fall apart,
to watch you fade away,
tell me how you really feel,
and why you just won't stay.

I never thought I'd cry so much,
I want to see this through...
although you'll never feel for me.....
I always will love you.

Bring Me To Life

2006-04-10T03:11:00.000-07:00

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home.

Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me from all the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
Bring me to life.

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love darling,
Only you are the life among the dead
Bring me to life.

Somethin' more than myself ... Bein' a Piscean

2006-04-06T23:53:00.000-07:00

Pisceans would like to think the low level of effort they put into choosin' clothing is a rejection of societal pressure to be classified into a subcultural subgenre at first glance but really they are jus' Lazy !

What's good about you: carefree and compassionate, you are truly light hearted. You are the master of new ideas, techniques, and ways of looking at things. You are talented at structuring thoughts, decision making, clarifying, and making lines. You are a happy, well-balanced person who likes people and is liked by others. You question whether many conventional views on morality are valid under all circumstances. You are essentially a content person. Sometimes, you consider yourself a little superior. You are moral by your own standards. You believe that morality is what best suits the occasion.

What's bad about you: when things get bad, you tend to retreat and not let others in.

In love: you're a true romantic - it's flowers, bubble baths, and candles all the way. You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything ... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it. You think of marriage something you've always wanted ... though you haven't really thought about it. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

In friendship, you're: eager to lend a sympathetic ear and likely to develop a deep connection. Understated and subtle, people warm up to you slowly. But once they're hooked, they can't imagine going back to anyone else!

Your ideal job: bartender, customer-relations officer, magician, or secret agent. You should major in Marketing, Psychology, Design, Cognitive Science, Economics, Photography. You may not have the fame and glory, but you have complete control of your career.

Your sense of fashion: simple clothes that don't distract from your personality

You like to pig out on: In particular, seafood - from fish sticks to salmon ... And anythin from sweet to Hot n' Spicey u would munch on.

Your best soda match: Diet Coke

Stay away from: Mountain Dew

Define your soul: Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it!

Your eyes reflect: Intensity and drive. Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional. You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights. Your eyes speak many a untold words.

What's hidden behind your eyes: A sensitive soul. You're a very sensitive soul. You haven't grown that thick skin that most s have. Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone. You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.

What your senses convey best: You have the ability to evoke emotion, tell a story, and hook someone...through speech, in a very few words, perhaps with some deft rhyming. Even if you can't write music, you can sure write compelling lyrics. Lyrics so good, people will have them stuck in their heads!

What your senses tune to: If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's. Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know. Many guys find you intimi , but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime. Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!

I'm feelin' so good ...

2006-04-05T04:36:00.000-07:00

When I opened up my eyes today
Felt the sun shining on my face
It became so clear to me that everything is goin my way
I feel like there's no limit to what I can see
Got rid of fears that were holding me
My endless possibilities
Has the whole world opened up for me
That's why I'm feeling...

I'm feeling so good
I knew I would
Been taking care of myself
Like I shouldCause not one thing
Can bring me down
Nothing in this world gonna turn me around...

Now that day is turning into night
And everything is still going right
there's no way you can stop me this time
Or break this spirit of mine
Like the stars above I'm gonna shine
Anything I want will be mine
Tonight I'm gonna have a good time
Call a few friends of mine
cause I'm loving life
and tonight's for feeling...

Broken dreams . . .

2006-04-04T08:04:00.000-07:00

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Til then I'll walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and everythings all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone ...

My Immortal ... she still remains

2006-04-04T07:57:00.000-07:00

My immortal
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone.

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now i'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
And i've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

Life's Balance Sheet

2006-04-02T06:12:00.000-07:00

Our Birth is our Opening Balance !

Our Death is our Closing Balance!

Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities

Our Creative Ideas are our Assets

Heart is our Current Asset

Soul is our Fixed Asset

Brain is our Fixed Deposit

Thinking is our Current Account

Achievements are our Capital

Character & Morals, our Stock-in-Trade

Friends are our General Reserves

Values & Behavior are our Goodwill

Patience is our Interest Earned

Love is our Dividend

Children are our Bonus Issues

Education is Brands / Patents

Knowledge is our Investment

Experience is our Premium Account

The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.

The Goal is to get the Best Presented

A friend is ...

2006-03-31T12:16:00.000-08:00

A friend is someone we lean on,

When we are feeling weak.

A friend is someone who help's us,

Find what it is we seek.

A friend is someone who looks out for you,

In all they say and do.

A friend is someone you don't have to tell,

For they already knew.

A friend is someone who would,

Go that extra mile.

A friend is someone who show's us,

A heart that does truly smile.

A friend is someone who'll stand by you,

And help you through your day.

A friend is someone who'll show you,

There is always a way.

A friend is someone who'll dry your tears,

When you feel you have to cry.

A friend is someone who'll pull you through,

When the tide feels ever so high.

A friend is someone who'll be there,

Until the very end.

A friend is someone who'll show us,

How that broken heart they'll mend.

A friend is someone who give's us,

Understanding, Joy and Grace.

A friend is someone who makes this world,

Truly a wonderful place.

The best wish I could ever offer to anyone ...

2006-03-30T04:59:00.000-08:00

I wish you humor and a twinkle in the eye.

I wish you glory and the strength to bear its burdens.

I wish you sunshine on your path and storms to season your journey.

I wish you peace- in the world in which you live and in the smallest corner of the heart where truth is kept.

I wish you faith- to help define your living and your life.

More I cannot wish you--except perhaps love--to make all the rest worthwhile.

Some people are born great ... they think great

2006-03-30T04:32:00.000-08:00

Here are some great thoughts to be shared ...

Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods.
The unexamined life is not worth living.
Bad people live that they may eat and drink, whereas good people eat and drink that they may live.
The ideal person bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace,making the best of circumstances
Let those that would move the world first move themselves
All that we know is nothing can be known.
If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence everyone must take an equal portion,most people would be content to take their own and depart.
It is the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most people live only for the gratification of it.
Quality is not an act. It is a habit.
Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.
It is the mark of an educated mind to be ableto entertain a thought without accepting it.
Those who have virtue have something to say, but those who have something to say do not necessarily have virtue.Humanitarians are courageous, but the courageous are not necessarily humane.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intentof throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; But I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts.With our thoughts, we make the world. The mind is everything. What we think, we become.
It is not death that we should fear, but we should fear never beginning to live.

Let us rise up and be thankful,

for if we didn't learn a lot today,

at least we learned a little,

and if we didn't learn a little,

at least we didn't get sick,

and if we got sick,

at least we didn't die;

so, let us all be thankful.

To the one who's omnipotent

2006-03-29T07:38:00.000-08:00

Ten things God won't ask:

1...God won't ask what kind of car you drove;
He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.
2... God won't ask the square footage of your house,
He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.
3...God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet,
He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.
4... God won't ask what your highest salary was,
He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.
5...God won't ask what your job title was,
He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.
6...God won't ask how many friends you had,
He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.
7...God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived,
He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.
8...God won't ask about the color of your skin,
He'll ask about the content of your character.
9...God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation,
He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.
10...God won't ask how many people you forwarded this to
He'll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends.

Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.

Testin' your way out of a test!!!

2006-03-29T07:15:00.000-08:00

ONE NIGHT 4 MBA STUDENTS WERE BOOZING TILL LATE NIGHT AND DIDN'T STUDY FOR THE TEST WHICH WAS SCHEDULED FOR THE NEXT DAY.

IN THE MORNING THEY THOUGHT OF A PLAN. THEY MADE THEMSELVES LOOK AS DIRTY AND WEIRD AS THEY COULD WITH GREASE AND DIRT. THEY THEN WENT UP TO THE DEAN AND SAID THAT THEY HAD GONE OUT TO A WEDDING LAST NIGHT AND ON THEIR RETURN THE TYRE OF THEIR CAR BURST AND THEY HAD TO PUSH THE CAR ALL THE WAY BACK AND THAT THEY WERE IN NO CONDITION TO APPEAR FOR THE TEST.

THEN DEAN WAS A JUST PERSON SO HE SAID THAT YOU CAN HAVE THE RETEST AFTER 3 DAYS.

THEY SAID THEY WILL BE READY BY THAT TIME. ON THE THIRD DAY THEY APPEARED BEFORE THE DEAN. THE DEAN SAID THAT THIS WAS A SPECIAL CONDITION TEST.

ALL FOUR WERE REQUIRED TO SIT IN SEPARATE CLASSROOMS FOR THE TEST. THEY ALL AGREED AS THEY HAD PREPARED WELL IN THE LAST THREE DAYS. THE TEST CONSISTED OF 2 QUESTIONS WITH TOTAL OF 100 MARKS.

Q.1. WRITE DOWN YOUR NAME -----(2 MARKS)

Q.2. WHICH TYRE BURST -------(98 MARKS)!!

How to Market yourself ;-)

2006-03-29T07:05:00.000-08:00

Boyfriend for Sale

For immediate sale, one boyfriend, slightly used. If interested, please inquire. Details below:

Model: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Quantity: 1

Previous Owners: 4

Accessories: no baggage

Status: single

Age: 29

Hair: short dark blonde

Vision: nearsighted, hazel

Special skills: puts toilet seat down after use

Training: self-cleaning, chivalry

Personality: funny, honest

Known defects: none

Runs on: Thai food and hamburgers

Habitat: midtown Manhattan

Co-habitation: none (no roommates)

Last rotation: 2 months ago

Compatible with: unknown

Annual checkup: technician's report: "future outlook is bright"

Known allergies: mildly allergic to cats (goes away after a day)

Finances: low debt, good bank balance

Movies: yes

Dinner: preferably with the opposite sex

TV: only HBO

Cloned: yes

Original model: yes

Languages: English, HTML

Sex: varies

Programmable: yes

Condition: a few dents

Price: best offer

More than jus black n' round : Tyres, thats what I'm talkin' about!

2006-03-29T06:35:00.000-08:00

It is tragic that we Indians are not the hardiest of adventurous souls who experiment and adopt new ways to spice up their life, and also to make things easier on themselves. Though tubeless tyres have been around since the mid 1950s, we only stumbled upon them with the advent in the late 1990s! It's another matter that it needed a high-end premium automobile to set things rolling on this count - a case repeated often enough abroad as well - but now we need to see the same thought and product process filtering through lower down the pecking order. Many carmakers and tyre makers blamed bad roads and a lack of education as reasons for not ushering in tubeless tyres but all that is now changing. It better because our neighbours in the SAARC nations like Sri Lanka, Bangladesh, Pakistan and Nepal have been running on tubeless tyres for over a decade, if not more!

During the mid 1950s and early 1960s, India too manufactured tubeless tyres, which were not only supplied as original equipment for the cars, but also had a number of sizes meant for the replacement market. While the rest of the world accepted this new technology and by the middle of 1962, nearly all commercial vehicles, trucks and passenger cars used tubeless tyres, we in India reverted to the old tube-tyre theory. Even though most companies in India still manufacture tube-type tyres, many have the tubeless technology available with them and do manufacture tubeless tyres meant for export only.Tubeless tyres have reappeared in the Indian scenario but many users are reluctant to use them. Some fit tubes in them. So which is actually better?

Now thats what I am seekin an answer to! Being a Management trainee in Apollo tyres Ltd; was and is no silly job. Anyway would come to a bright conclusion to it all within April 21st.
Till then, wait for the fire yet to follow;-)

Goin the ICFAIian way!!!

2006-03-14T04:37:00.000-08:00

Debjoy Sengupta KOLKATA

KOLKATA is close to receiving possibly the largest onetime investment in the education sector. No, not from the government. The Institute of Chartered Financial Analysts of India (ICFAI) foundation, which runs private business schools in various states, intends to invest about Rs 100 crore in a state-of-the-art management institute in Kolkata. In return, however, it has requested the West Bengal government to grant ICFAI Business School the status of a university through the introduction of a Bill. “We have forwarded our request to the government,” ICFAI’s director Shantanu Ray told ET.
“Chairman and board members of ICFAI will meet West Bengal chief minister and make a formal request for granting ICFAI Business School the status of a university,” informed Mr Ray. The foundation intends to set up a campus in the city that will offer courses on science and technology, nanotechnology, biotechnology, information technology, computer science, law and education as well as management. Plans also include setting up research bases on all subjects that ICFAI intends to offer courses on at the proposed campus in Kolkata. At present, this B-school has a strength of 40 researchers, which will be increased to 200 soon. Investments will also be in building residential and school complexes for students and faculty.
Citing examples, Mr Ray said: “Tripura, Sikkim and Meghalaya have granted university status to ICFAI through the introduction of separate ICFAI Acts.” “In Uttaranchal, ICFAI has been granted university status under the University Grants Commission Act. “Rajasthan is also in the process of introducing a similar Act. Maharashtra, however, is currently considering ICFAI’s case,” Mr Ray said. “Although the ICFAI foundation is a non-profit organisation, it is extremely cash rich and is well placed to make further investments in the proposed state-of-the-art management institute.

Welcome to MY WORLD

2006-03-14T04:09:00.000-08:00

To meet and to part is the way of life ...
To part and to meet is the HOPE of life ...
Without much HOPE ...
I welcome you to Smith's world@peace.com ....

What if tommorrow never comes ?

2005-12-30T06:11:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! Welcome 2006.

Hmmm... whats new about a NEW YEAR. It's jus another year in ur life.

Wanna make it a NEW year ... then its upto YOU. It was, is and will always be YOU who will make the difference makin' it a NEW year.

Live-ur-Life to make it happen!

Wishin' everythin NEW in your Life.

My Best wishes.

The WAR is o'er

2005-12-29T06:06:00.000-08:00

BLITZKREIG ! the mega event kicked all the hype it could and we made it one BIG celebration. All the dust that was kicked added to nothin' much as we expected it to be.
The Black hole failed to suck in the CROWD. Exam was in the air in whole of NCR and it was late when we came to know that, which in turn resulted in a low turn-up.

But as always ICFAI rocked wakin' up the dead meats... Hah! and we did it in STYLE.
"Arey, ruk ja re bandhe..." : yup all along it was Indian Ocean who jammed till late 11pm. By then, we were ON FIRE. IO got turned on by us and agreed to play an XTRA 45minutes. Boy!did IBS-G make one BIG impression.

11:59pm ... dancing our hearts out to the foot-tappin' numbers ... now it was time for count-down. 5,4,3,2,1 ... Merry X'mas. The dark skies above lit up red, blue, green, gold and it was raining colours all over with all the fireworks in the world blowing all guns together... one sight i would always cherish.

Drained out the last drop of energy within me... dancin even to the slowest and pitiful music... never felt better after a 3-day rest in better.... It was all happening that one fine night...
By 2am: ADIOS !

It was one day WE showed we were better together!

Walk in the park in Hell

2005-12-21T00:20:00.000-08:00

I am BACK!

Feels good. Had a tough journey. It was hard, cold and dry. Filled with illusions. Seeing things i never wanted to see or remember. Never felt so alone. So left for dead. Was battling for breath n' survival. I was down sick !

Hehe, funny right. Now i am back and i am back with a bang. Wanted a break; too bad it came with me falling sick. Feels been out of touch with anything and everythin'. Feels fresh as if out of my mom's womb. Breathing freshness of earth and enjoyin' the spine ripping chill of Gurgaon.

3days down in bed. Damn it! It was tough times. Not again, I pray. Just laid dead in bed, with thoughts, illusions, dreams. She came into my thoughts many a time. I avoided her many a time. Even then it was jus tooo much. Pain, agony, frustration, all mounted with memories. Wanted to throw the thought away into the past, but it just wouldn't go. She stayed on as if she was concerned, feeling me n' carin'. All along i felt her, knew she would have been with me always if she knew I was down. Wouldn' have borne it. But couldn' bring her back into my life and give her more pain. Would be cruel. Better off Alone.

Breathing in a new lease of Life, is making me feel better. Got to gain back what i lost out. Gaining all the energy to get back what was and is mine. Life ho toh aise! Win for Life.

Another day in my LIFE

2005-12-14T03:32:00.000-08:00

Its Nine in the morning. " Wake up damn it, wake up. What the hell do u think ur doin'? Its nine." Pulling myself from under the thick rags I sleep under to keep myself warm from dropping temperatures of 3 degree and below, I realize its time to gallop to college. The thought kills me. You got to do what you got to do. And from nine in the morning its hell in the cell for me, the future manager and might-be entreprenuer. Pulling out the almirah door i xplore my elaborate wardrobe. I need to install a search engine to go through and find my stuffs.

Run,run,run ... Where's the god-damn rickshaw? } Hehe, the usual scenario by 9.30 am. I will never change. "You call yourself managers. Managers must learn to manage themselves before they manage workforce and organization at large". Rishi Mehra, the classy, stylish finance professor lights up in my thoughts. Anyway you got to do what you got to do. So start running dumbo. So ... i reach a few minutes late. To err is Human. To forgive is Divine. Mam, was divine. I am inside class.

Presentations, boring Life-analysis and life-time experience sharing by Seeta matha drives us Mad. On the verge of sleep i gather myself to crack somethin' dumb to get the class back on their heels. "So lets break for 10 mins.". AAh! sweet words giving solace to my mind. Time to grab tea and aloo samosa(yuck! i hate potatoes now). Even then, u gotta eat what ur given.
"Abhey yo! time's up! Chal class chalein." :that was my beti. The lil'devil. Hopping along with the hope that the great matha would leave us early and none would turn up with more presentations we journey to class. "This is #$%!* book written by .... published by ...." and the saga goes on. With the thought ringing at the back of our mind "its lunch time" me and my lil' devil bang our heads and play through the saga.

Time: 4:30 pm. FREEDOM !!! Now its time to make a move and live-my-life. Thats y I, the one and only is here. Hours from now, i will live yet another day of my Life. Another day in my God-given less-blessed painfully pleasurable Life. I will be back !!! Wow do i love that dialog.

It was that One Night !

2005-12-12T06:14:00.000-08:00

It was that One Night
When I felt everything I did was Right
With her in my Sight
And with All my Might
I wished her my last GoodNight.

I had felt it once
I had felt it twice
All I did was jus deny
But it's time to feel the pain
Thou it is to my dismay.

Will I meet her again
God Knows
I hurt her bad
Thats all I Know
It is too late
To be Sorry
Nothing to debate
Or to Worry.

Now I realize
It was jus another Night
A dream I daily visualize
So I'd better...
Switch off the Light
With her in my Sight
And with a painful Delight
Wish her a very GoodNight.

Men Vs Women

2005-12-11T00:46:00.000-08:00

WOMAN has MAN in it.
SHE has HE in it.
Mrs. has Mr. in it.
LADY has LAD in it.
MISTRESS has MISTER in it.
MADAM has ADAM in it.
HOSTESS has HOST in it.
FEMALE has MALE in it and so on the list is never ending
SO NO need to be proud ....Girls
YOU are always incomplete without Boys...

Engineering: What it's All About !

2005-12-10T22:15:00.000-08:00

Some Basic definitions..

Engineering College :
Place where you're punished for getting good HSC marks.
Senior :
Guy who got ragged as junior and wanna get some payback...
Fresher :
Guy who has to ask where the canteen is...
Really Dumb Fresher :
Guy who asks a senior where the canteen is.
Really Really Dumb fresher :
Guy who follows the senior to the canteen.
Ragging :
The unfortunate fate of the previous idiot.
Evasive action :
Watch the juniors when any seniors come nearby. (No one runs faster than a fresher. NOONE.)
Lectures :
Waste of time. Physical presence is a must...only meant for sleeping, completing assignments & general TP
Tuitions :
What you take when you don't waste enough time....
Professor :
Perso! n paid to put students to sleep.
Vernacular Prof :
Unusual variant of previous individual who comes packaged with his own brand of English ("Now you check me our journal." "You Out get from class." "Are you Understand, Beta?" )Practicals :
60 to 90 minutes in which you watch the girls do your experiment, and usually destroy a considerable array of lab equipment.
Hopeless Practical :
The practical in which there are no girls in your group simply look blankly at each other, fiddle with the equipment, and finally copy the readings.(from the girls of course...)

The Truth about exams....

Irony :
The guy who copied your entire paper passes and you flunk.
Critical Calculation :
Summing up the marks you attempted worth in the exam ...
Re-valuation :
A cruel joke. (results of which come after you give the KT exam)

An engineer's 10 engineering commandments of Life

1. Thou shalt study only during the preparatory leave.
2. Thou shalt never write thy assignments thyself.
3. Thou shalt begin writing thy journals only on the morning of submission.
4. Thou shalt treat all marks above 40 as bonus.
5. Thou shalt have at least 70 per cent attendance in the canteen.
6. Thou shalt pass GRACEfully.
7. Thou shalt always be an OUTstanding student.
8. Thou shalt give thy attendance without being present...PROXY is a MUST
9. If thou can't convince them , confuse them.
10. Thou shalt start every sentence with a four-lettered word.

The Years of Engineering

F.E. Fond of Engineering
S.E. Sick Of Engineering
T.E. Tired of Engineering
B.E. Balls to Engineering Engineers

Anthem:
Hum Honge All Clear, Honge AllC lear, Honge All Clear Ek Din, OH-HO, Mann me hai vishwas, pura hai vishwas, hum honge all clear ek din.

Top two Engineering Rumors:
"Did you hear the results are being put up today at 5:30pm''
"Did you hear the exams are postponed by two weeks, due to strike at University"

The most dreaded acronym for Engineers:
ATKT ( After Trying Keep Trying)

The most important criteria while selecting an engineering college:
Girl to Boy ratio ( if more than0 .025% then that college is engineers dream come true)

Engineers at work:
Assignments solved by one and then carrying out mass transfer operations throughout the class.

The most important machine for Engineers:
Xerox Machine (Without which assignment completion wouldn't be possible)

The most important table in an Engineer's House:
The glass table ( to carry out GT operations, during Night Duty.)

The only queue an Engineer is familiar with:
Exam(First-time&Reappearence) Application Submission Queue

An Engineer's favourite watch:
Bird Watch !

Common Engineering Dialogues after a paper:
'What is this yaar, more than 70% of the paper was out of the syllabus''This was the worst paper set in the entire engineering history''. 'I got screwed royally... I'm glad i got company'

Completion of Engineering:
Survived with minimum expenses!!!!!!!!!!!

I, Me, Myself : Today

2005-12-10T22:05:00.000-08:00

Sands Gleaming,
Speckled Rays,
Waves Lapping,
Gentle Sway,
Moonbeams Bathed in Pearly Grandeur,
Yet My Mind Scatters in Predictable Disarray.

Everythin' Happens 4 a Reason

2005-12-10T21:42:00.000-08:00

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there ... to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be but you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold you head up because you have every right to.
Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create you own life and then go out and live it.

"If you take your eyes off your goals, all you see is obstacles."

Hum Tum

2005-12-10T21:05:00.000-08:00

U R the one who is CHARMING

U R the one who is INTELLIGENT

U R the one who is CUTE

And

I am the One who is spreading these RUMOURS
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I saw U on the road that day

U Were Looking so fine

Ur Face So Divine

Ur Walk So Perfect

My Heart Started to Sing a Sweet Song??????.

WHO LET THE DOGS OUT
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A - U r Attractive

B - U r the Best

C - U r Cute

D - U r Dear 2 Me

E - U r Excellent

F - U r Funny

G - U r Good-Looking

H - hehehe

I - I'm

J - JOKING

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Another MOON ? Possible

Another SUN ? Possible

Another SKY ? Possible

Another Frnd Like U ? Impossible

'coz GOD can't make the same MISTAKE twice
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Roses are RED

Violets are BLUE

Monkeys Like U

Should be kept in the ZOO

Dun Worry, u'll find me there TOO

Not in the Cage, but LAUGHING AT U
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U r the ACCENT of my Life,

ALTO of my Dreams,

IKON of my Eyes,

ZEN of my Thoughts,

INDICA of my Joy,

LANCER of my Heart.

Can anyone clear this TRAFFIC JAM plzz
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Those Saprkling Eyes

Those Marvelous Lips

A 100 Watt Smile

The Majestic Walk

The Cheerful Talk

Truly Charming Personality

Guess, That's Enough abt ME
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so Sweet is ur STYLE???

so Sweet is ur VOICE???

so Sweet is ur EYE?????

see how Sweetly I LIE
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Look at the Ocean, see GOD's Abundance !

Look at the Sky, see GOD's Wonder !

Look at the Moon, see GOD's Glory !

Look at the Mirror, see GOD's BLUNDER !!
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It Takes Only a Minute to get a Crush on Someone,

An Hour to Like Someone,

And a Day to Luv someone ,

But it takes a LIFETIME to forget someone !!!

Voices: You hear em' everywhere

2005-12-10T09:25:00.000-08:00

Voices from outside, and from within.
They take you through different facets,dimensions,views,dreams.
Juxtaposed between rights and wrongs our tender mind suffers thinking;
Where it will all lead to? When will it all end?
It is the expectation and the mindset that we prepare to battle against NOISES and identify the VOICES which takes us through Life itself.
Believe in yourself and what ur inner voice says, cos its YOU who is speaking to yourself. And none in this world has known or seen you better than that inner YOU.

Once you start hearing to it, you will always want to or will hear it all through Life.
Make your life beautiful to live and be lived with. Believe in the Best (the inner YOU) ;-)

They come into every1's life

2005-12-09T08:32:00.000-08:00

LOVE INSTINCT.
The instinct of love is love,
And nothing can substitute love.
It is what for.....Human Craves.
Some feels it with open desire,
And focuses it with an iconoclast tire.
But the other feels it...
To be deadly hire.
And so destroys it with an ugly fire.
Constipated human picks as humbug,
Thinks themselves to be in a fashion sum-bug.

A FRIEND.
A friend is one who is the peak of creation,
Shares joys and sorrows in the laughter of co-operation.
Thrills everyone in the power of creativity,
To face challenge and uncertainty.
Sustains and comforts in difficulty,
And stands as a symbol of purity.
Sacrifice is his parental affection,
With love too is his fraternal relation.
A friend is so alte-egotic,
Thus supports everyone as he is romantic.

Gone with the Wind

2005-12-09T02:46:00.000-08:00

Gone with the wind
Is the fire, the Glory and the Light
Left is nothing but the past
Which many a mind
Would love to cherish for long.

He came, gave us a name
Brought us fame, and ignited the flame
Now it is up to us
To tame the fire
And make our college a proud dame
Else only we are to blame.

Hats off to the man who raised, fed and made ICFAI, Gurgaon the institute it is today. With a pleasureable pain we bid farewell to you Sir(our Director, Rajan Saxena).

The WAR is about to begin !

2005-12-08T11:24:00.000-08:00

The sun has set and its dark and lonely.

Where do you run ? And how far?

Its time to turn back and face
"the WAR of Life"

The War is coming your way.

Better surrender or be run over by it.

Born 2 Sell

2005-12-08T04:54:00.000-08:00

We are born to sell from the day we are born. We are all brought into this materialistic world as a product. A product that is well developed designed and packaged; branded and promoted by two companies in a Joint Venture. From day one we are ready to sell.

The sweet innocent smile, wink of the eye, lying in the cradle sells your very first impression of being innocent, obedient and a lovable child. At the age of three, you sell your innocence and emotions to your mom to get the things you want. By the age of ten, you sell your talent, intellect, and pleasing nature to be your teacher’s favorite. In your teenage, you sell your courtesy, attitude, love and care to get the one you love. By the age of twenty-two you go onto sell your personality, management ability and leadership skills to begin your career. The process continues till death. In due course man sells whatever he possesses just like a commodity being put up for sale in the market with a price-tag.

Thus, Selling is no strategy adopted. It is an in-born instinct, a behavior programmed into the human genetic pattern, acquired, nourished and utilized for one’s survival and personal satisfaction. Living life is imperative to selling, where at each juncture you look ahead to achieve something beyond what you have already achieved. ‘Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not something to be waited for, but something to be achieved.’ But, how do you decide on your destiny? All it requires is jus a dream.

Everything in life begins with a dream. A dream which maybe vague, mature or mundane. A dream which sleeps like a beautiful princess in a dark castle awaiting the rays of hope to shine on her. Waiting for the day when she will break the shackles and be freed into the realm of reality to live a life happily ever after. Dreams are reflections of man’s vision of life. ‘Some men see things as they are and ask why. Some men dream things that never were and ask why not.’ Building the constructive path towards reality from the virtual world is from where the basic instinct of selling begins.

So, what does it take to make the IMPOSSIBLE; I’M POSSIBLE?
A dream to begin with, building a constructive path to its realization, focus to achieve specific objectives in life, realization of the huge reservoir of potential to persevere till success, personal empowerment with a change in attitude and behavior infused with a fresh feel of confidence, optimism and will, and a winner-personality reflecting a killer instinct to sell.

Selling would thus, always remain as the most powerful driving force bringing about shifts in paradigm. A profession where the two worlds: human and materialistic, meet. A profession where one can’t distinguish himself from what he sells. A profession truly known to be the profession of all professions.

‘You maybe a salesman only for today
But the profession: Salesman stays with you forever’
Man’s identity crisis as to Who he is? and Who he will become?
ENDS HERE.

Life as Many see it

2005-12-08T04:33:00.000-08:00

When a new-born comes into the sophisticated world, all through his life he is haunted by two questions: Who are you? , Who will you become? The identity crisis lives within him and outside. It is the search for answers that takes mankind through the journey called “Life”.

‘Life’: the four-letter word sounds so simple, yet so complex. What makes Life so complex? Is man or the manipulative world to be blamed? Many would go in for the latter as an answer though the truth lies in the former. The aura of living a simple life has died many a death at the hands of the hype created with its complexities.

‘Life is like having a cup of tea. You sit by the window and take a careless sip only to realize somebody forgot to put sugar in it. Too lazy to go for it, somehow you struggle through that sugarless cup till you discover undissolved sugar crystals at the bottom:’
That is Life!