Hi bloggers,
First let me wish al lof you a great year ahead. I wish that you write good stuff and let us enjoy a treat of excellent write ups. So, the year is bidding adieu and leaving all of us with many hopes of a bright future and prosperous time ahead. Each year comes with some good things that we save in our memory and want to revisit those experiences. However, it wards off some serious blows too by hitting us where it hurts most. We meet new people form new bonds and then they suddenly leave.
In this process of 365 days, we learn plethora of new things, experience new feelings. So, a whole set of brand new 365 days are calling you to board the train to an unknown destination. I wish that this year, we learn more than the last year, we capitalise on the lost opportunities and most importantly get all those most coveted things that we aspire for. Each year, we make resolutions to break. But this year, I have said absolute NO to any such resolution related to constraining the life into the frame of discipline except that I will meet people without preconcieved notions and will try to live life to its fullest. I will not let my boss to ruin my day just because I missed some stupid detail in his email. I will try to say Hello to all my acquaintances, will say "Never mind" to all my closed one on their mistakes, will not say "How can you do that?" to anyone who has harmed me in any way. So, all I can sum up is that I will try to focus on my life and will always be around for friends without a grumbling attitude.
cheers,
Siddhartha
Friday, December 30, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
Mr. Natwarlal....ooops I said it
Political lust is demanding too much from old man. A son gone waste, a post that he has been divested off, constant references to him as a millstone to the dinghy of his own polititcal party. All these things are taking its toll on Mr. Natwar Singh.
But Volcker is like a python tightening its grip every second , crushing every rib of the polititcal anatomy that the old man took his whole life to build.However, Just when the things started to look pretty similar to any other major Indian scam, there came Aniel Mathrani giving vent to all his gastric problems and spitting all that he had to offer. Well the things are looking very interesting but one thing we must not froget that this is India and here Politicians always dance to the tunes of a famous number "Sab ganda hai par dhanda hai ye....."
comments invited,
Siddhartha
But Volcker is like a python tightening its grip every second , crushing every rib of the polititcal anatomy that the old man took his whole life to build.However, Just when the things started to look pretty similar to any other major Indian scam, there came Aniel Mathrani giving vent to all his gastric problems and spitting all that he had to offer. Well the things are looking very interesting but one thing we must not froget that this is India and here Politicians always dance to the tunes of a famous number "Sab ganda hai par dhanda hai ye....."
comments invited,
Siddhartha
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Pawar Play
Can a tiger be beaten in its own citadel? Can we imagine a giant being defeated by minnows?
well I can't but whenever it happens, everybody feels a shiver and somewhere in the corner of their heart they smile at the new preposition. However, most of the times this turns out to be much ado about nothing.
So, in case of BCCI elections, even when the hegemony of Jagu dada is over, nothing dramatic can be expected from Mr. Pawar. On his very first in office, he declared that he wants professionals to run BCCI. Well, Pawar ji doesn't look like a professional and yes an advice for Mr. Ganguly. Pick up your bat and start scoring tons of runs as now there is no GODFATHER to reason for you.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
well I can't but whenever it happens, everybody feels a shiver and somewhere in the corner of their heart they smile at the new preposition. However, most of the times this turns out to be much ado about nothing.
So, in case of BCCI elections, even when the hegemony of Jagu dada is over, nothing dramatic can be expected from Mr. Pawar. On his very first in office, he declared that he wants professionals to run BCCI. Well, Pawar ji doesn't look like a professional and yes an advice for Mr. Ganguly. Pick up your bat and start scoring tons of runs as now there is no GODFATHER to reason for you.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Friday, November 18, 2005
Who will cry when you die?
I ask you a thought provoking question which flashed through my mind while I was reading "Robin Sharma's" book. So, the question is "Who will cry when you die?" or will there be anyone who will feel dejected at your demise. So, the question can be interpreted as "when you walk this planet, who will trace your marks and will remember you by your deeds and actions?"
Although, one might be think himself as a looser and will even mock at such glorifying thoughts. He/she may think that such intellectual issues are reserved for an elite class of people who have proven themselves at various stages of life.
I object to every such notion which compells you to project yourself as a "good for nothing person". If you have failed then this shows that you have tried and given yourself a chance and you are much better than the people who are complacent and living a mediocre life.
When one loose, he/she should not loose the lesson. Honor your past, look back at your winning moments. If you want to be in tranquility and savor the golden moments of your life then keep repeating "What a calm and matured person I am" and if you need glucose of confidence and moral boost then your mantra should be "I am so lucky that I am such a confident and energetic person". These short mantras are borrowed from the Robin sharma's book but are real gems and I am sure they will not harm you in any case.
So, living a llife in its full swing involves many aspects, I am trying to list then down but if you find anything that is not present in the list then pls provide your comments:
1. Keep your words.
2. Keep your moral high.
3. Be the first one to say hello.
4. Be kind and gentle.
5. Honor your past.
6. Never Lay back.
7. Accept your mistakes(Try saying, This was my fault)
8. Help others.
9. Enjoy the journey not just the destination.
10. Talk to yourself(keep a journal)
All these points are the summary of the book I read and thoughts are just the interpretation of the writings that I found meaningful in the book.
Comments invited,
Siddhartha
Although, one might be think himself as a looser and will even mock at such glorifying thoughts. He/she may think that such intellectual issues are reserved for an elite class of people who have proven themselves at various stages of life.
I object to every such notion which compells you to project yourself as a "good for nothing person". If you have failed then this shows that you have tried and given yourself a chance and you are much better than the people who are complacent and living a mediocre life.
When one loose, he/she should not loose the lesson. Honor your past, look back at your winning moments. If you want to be in tranquility and savor the golden moments of your life then keep repeating "What a calm and matured person I am" and if you need glucose of confidence and moral boost then your mantra should be "I am so lucky that I am such a confident and energetic person". These short mantras are borrowed from the Robin sharma's book but are real gems and I am sure they will not harm you in any case.
So, living a llife in its full swing involves many aspects, I am trying to list then down but if you find anything that is not present in the list then pls provide your comments:
1. Keep your words.
2. Keep your moral high.
3. Be the first one to say hello.
4. Be kind and gentle.
5. Honor your past.
6. Never Lay back.
7. Accept your mistakes(Try saying, This was my fault)
8. Help others.
9. Enjoy the journey not just the destination.
10. Talk to yourself(keep a journal)
All these points are the summary of the book I read and thoughts are just the interpretation of the writings that I found meaningful in the book.
Comments invited,
Siddhartha
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Proffesional Hazards
"Aaj mere yaar ki shaadi hai... O aaj mere yaar ki shaadi hai"... With these lines wavering in my mind, I was trying to debug an application. My best friend is getting married today and here I am playing with a stupid piece of code. I took a coffee break and on my way to coffee machine travelled down the memory lane. I remembered our natural camaraderie, our little pranks with each other, our visits to famous Gwalior mela with hardly 50 rupees in our pockets .
Sudenly I realised that my cup is already filled with coffee. So, I sat near a fountain and continued my journey in the past. I remember one morning when we were heading back to his home, we got engaged in a tussle with some road side boys. Although, we fought together and never looked like loosing the battle, we were honored with some fine blows and our faces were showing a few prominent colors of rainbow.
Leisurely I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up the phone and said " Kaisa hai..". We chatted for a few minutes and he never shown any sign of anger for my absence on his most important occassion. He just regretted once by saying, " Tu aata to dance wance kar lete yaar..." . I was in very cold state as I had nothing to say. I just said... Professional hazards dear.........
Sudenly I realised that my cup is already filled with coffee. So, I sat near a fountain and continued my journey in the past. I remember one morning when we were heading back to his home, we got engaged in a tussle with some road side boys. Although, we fought together and never looked like loosing the battle, we were honored with some fine blows and our faces were showing a few prominent colors of rainbow.
Leisurely I picked up the phone and dialed his number. He picked up the phone and said " Kaisa hai..". We chatted for a few minutes and he never shown any sign of anger for my absence on his most important occassion. He just regretted once by saying, " Tu aata to dance wance kar lete yaar..." . I was in very cold state as I had nothing to say. I just said... Professional hazards dear.........
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Mehmaan bhagwaan hai
Get up siddhu beta. My mom called me and I pulled my blanket over my face to>avoid the torturous routine of an early bath, an early breakfast. Actually, a few guests were supposed to arrive at our place and as we all know that a child is the biggest worry in such cases. So, in spite of my exams being over just two days ago, I was supposed to get up at 6 'O' clock and manage myself in a pretty presentable look before them. I always questioned why? Why should I suffer if a few persons are visiting us? Why should I be compelled to mend my ways for the persons whom I have met only once in my entire life (Although the entire life period was just 10 years then). However, I got up at 6 in the morning, took bath, oiled my hair and sat in the drawing room watching my favorite cartoon show at DD-1. As a child, I used to wait whole 7 days just for half an hour of a cartoon show (How underprivileged we were then?).>
So, the guests came and all the traditional customs were religiously followed and as an indispensable custom, I was asked to recite a poem. I really wondered, had I made any progress from my nursery yet? 6 years ago also, I was supposed to mumble a few poems. I began searching for a Kipling's poem while looking at the floor as if Kipling wrote his poetry on our floor when he fell short of papers.
Suddenly I noticed a hole in the socks of the guest. I tried to bring this thing to his notice but he ignored. So, I tried my luck publicly and announced that our dear guest needs new socks. I don't know why dad's face was filled with anguish even when I showed courtesy by saying that I have one spare pair of socks which he can take. Was my suggestion ever been considered by guests? Are you joking? The only thing that they managed to say in the whole chaos was, he is just a kid and I was totally confused and felt like I have committed some felony and deserve nothing less than 4 hours solace in bathroom. So, I can never forget the experience of bhagwaan's visit to our home.
Cheers
sid
So, the guests came and all the traditional customs were religiously followed and as an indispensable custom, I was asked to recite a poem. I really wondered, had I made any progress from my nursery yet? 6 years ago also, I was supposed to mumble a few poems. I began searching for a Kipling's poem while looking at the floor as if Kipling wrote his poetry on our floor when he fell short of papers.
Suddenly I noticed a hole in the socks of the guest. I tried to bring this thing to his notice but he ignored. So, I tried my luck publicly and announced that our dear guest needs new socks. I don't know why dad's face was filled with anguish even when I showed courtesy by saying that I have one spare pair of socks which he can take. Was my suggestion ever been considered by guests? Are you joking? The only thing that they managed to say in the whole chaos was, he is just a kid and I was totally confused and felt like I have committed some felony and deserve nothing less than 4 hours solace in bathroom. So, I can never forget the experience of bhagwaan's visit to our home.
Cheers
sid
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Height of optimism
Hum tum, yug yug se ye geet Milan ke gaate rahe hai….
My roommate was playing this song in the drawing room. I covered my face with bed sheet and desperately tried to get my last nap in the morning but my organizer shouted “Deadline”. You have to be in office by 8 AM. So, I got up at 7 in the morning.
I turned on my geyser and started shaving. In the mean time, Mukesh bhai (great singer yaar) again sang the same line” Hum Tum, yug yug se…”, Some naughty thoughts cropped up in my mind. I thought, what will be the lines if I decide to sing a few romantic songs. For a single guy like me, the song will be”Mei Mei, yug yug se ye geet ….”. The second song also forced me to put my thinking cap. Mukesh ji was singing “Kahi karti hogi wo mera intezaaar…”, How optimistic were the songs used to be? I mean, hero is optimistic about unseen love. Abe kaha hogi, kaisi hogi, all these things are nothing more than the castles in the air that may get blown over even by the slightest nudge.
But this funda of unseen love has been a legacy that our film industry is carrying from its aboriginal era. We have seen various generations following this fantasy, from Manoj Kumar singing “Chaand si mehbooba ho meri…” to Shhhharukh khan singing “Koi Ladki hai, jab wo hasti hai…” come on yaar, how can one allow his senses to believe such a vague desire.
I am no one to comment on the quality of songs. They are top class compositions but the idea of believing in dreams is far beyond my level of understanding. However, rather than nurturing a stupendous feeling of ennui "Dil ko bhelaane ke liye Gaalib khayal accha hai"
comments invited
Siddhartha
My roommate was playing this song in the drawing room. I covered my face with bed sheet and desperately tried to get my last nap in the morning but my organizer shouted “Deadline”. You have to be in office by 8 AM. So, I got up at 7 in the morning.
I turned on my geyser and started shaving. In the mean time, Mukesh bhai (great singer yaar) again sang the same line” Hum Tum, yug yug se…”, Some naughty thoughts cropped up in my mind. I thought, what will be the lines if I decide to sing a few romantic songs. For a single guy like me, the song will be”Mei Mei, yug yug se ye geet ….”. The second song also forced me to put my thinking cap. Mukesh ji was singing “Kahi karti hogi wo mera intezaaar…”, How optimistic were the songs used to be? I mean, hero is optimistic about unseen love. Abe kaha hogi, kaisi hogi, all these things are nothing more than the castles in the air that may get blown over even by the slightest nudge.
But this funda of unseen love has been a legacy that our film industry is carrying from its aboriginal era. We have seen various generations following this fantasy, from Manoj Kumar singing “Chaand si mehbooba ho meri…” to Shhhharukh khan singing “Koi Ladki hai, jab wo hasti hai…” come on yaar, how can one allow his senses to believe such a vague desire.
I am no one to comment on the quality of songs. They are top class compositions but the idea of believing in dreams is far beyond my level of understanding. However, rather than nurturing a stupendous feeling of ennui "Dil ko bhelaane ke liye Gaalib khayal accha hai"
comments invited
Siddhartha
Monday, September 19, 2005
deewali ki chutti
It was just another boring day. What? you dont believe me!!!! OK let me admit, it was a very special day as I was planning to book my tickets for the deewali trip. I was searching frantically for any reservation available. I was even prepared to do a break journey. I decided to go via Nagpur as direct reservations were not available. I was hallucinating of me having fun with my childhood friends, my old pals with whom I used to spend my entire summer vacations. I thought of going for a mega shopping with my Maa once I reach home. So, after returning from my imaginary ride to the fantasy world, I mailed my Boss for the leaves and waited anxiously as if a cricket team's captain desires one last single from a tail ender. He called me in the discussion room and started discussing about pending tasks and deadline. I knew at that very moment that this deewali is going to be different. So, after 15 mins of our conversation, I made him happy by saying - "OK, I am not going home".
I am a busy man after all. So what if my family wants me to be there? I am not a gooey person whose only priority is family. No place for emotions here, I have my own goals to achieve, my own tasks to finish, my own ambitions for a good life. Yes, this is what I am, a totally different person. I am not the same boy who cried in the train when he left his home for the first time, I am a matured man now.....
But why am I feeling sick of myself, why I am not able to concentrate on my work, why I don't want to talk to any body. Am I fooling myself? If not, then why my eyes are looking like niagra falls?
All these things pointed to my helplessness as a human being who is so badly trapped that he can't even think of doing things which he likes.
Jeene ke liye socha hi nahi , dard sambhaalne honge....
I am a busy man after all. So what if my family wants me to be there? I am not a gooey person whose only priority is family. No place for emotions here, I have my own goals to achieve, my own tasks to finish, my own ambitions for a good life. Yes, this is what I am, a totally different person. I am not the same boy who cried in the train when he left his home for the first time, I am a matured man now.....
But why am I feeling sick of myself, why I am not able to concentrate on my work, why I don't want to talk to any body. Am I fooling myself? If not, then why my eyes are looking like niagra falls?
All these things pointed to my helplessness as a human being who is so badly trapped that he can't even think of doing things which he likes.
Jeene ke liye socha hi nahi , dard sambhaalne honge....
Sunday, September 18, 2005
The great indian challenge....
At last I scored a 100. Now I can say anything. So what if I clicked against zimbabwe, so what if I always score against minnows. I also scored against Aussies in their own backyard, I had also thrashed a formidable south African attack. All these thoughts must be wavering the mind of our DADA(Ganguly).
As an aficionado of the very game, I can say that Dada has contributed alot to the game. He has been an excellent captain, terrific player and over the years he has provided many delights to watch.
A few days ago, after scoring a patient century, he publicly stated about chapell's request of asking him to step down from captaincy. After this whole media targeted Chapell and bombarded all the questions.
The question that lies unanswered in this whole matter is "What we want ?". Do we want big names in the team? or do we want 15 best players of India to be a part of the team. Inspite of being a Ganguly's fan, I support Chapell's vision. His simple desire is "only 15 best players in the country should be in the team" and if any big player doesn't meet this criteria, he should go back and analyse his competence. So, it's all about do we want century makers or match winners?
comments invited,
Siddhartha
As an aficionado of the very game, I can say that Dada has contributed alot to the game. He has been an excellent captain, terrific player and over the years he has provided many delights to watch.
A few days ago, after scoring a patient century, he publicly stated about chapell's request of asking him to step down from captaincy. After this whole media targeted Chapell and bombarded all the questions.
The question that lies unanswered in this whole matter is "What we want ?". Do we want big names in the team? or do we want 15 best players of India to be a part of the team. Inspite of being a Ganguly's fan, I support Chapell's vision. His simple desire is "only 15 best players in the country should be in the team" and if any big player doesn't meet this criteria, he should go back and analyse his competence. So, it's all about do we want century makers or match winners?
comments invited,
Siddhartha
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Dogs can't speak
700 + 400 =1100. Ok the deal is done. We bought a puppy for Rs. 1100. Some 9 years ago, I spent my whole savings to buy a puppy. My big B and I spent our summer vacations to search for the cutest pup available and our search ended at "Naughty". He filled our lives with joy but just for two days as my parents were not in favor of having a puppy. I cried, argued and tried almost every trick but couldn't succeed. I dressed up and picked the innocent puppy and started moving out of house. But just then, Lights went off, the whole area was as black as the world of a blind girl. So, the puppy was allowed to stay for the night and miracles do happen. In the morning, Mom asked me to keep the puppy with a list of promises that I didn't kept with time. The list of promises included bathing of puppy, looking after his needs and daily needs. I noded my head as fast as I could and finally we ( my big B and me) were able to keep "Naughty" at home.
Now the Naughty pup established various relationships with us. He became mamaji of my cousin's son, my cousins tied rakhi to him. He forced my uncle to consider him as his nephew by continuosly licking his feet. In all these years, he became an integral part of our family. We were so comfortable with him that we never realised that he can't speak to us, yet we were able to understand what he needs and when.
As time passed by, me and my brother left home to make our respective careers and Naughty's whole responsiblities fell on my mother. yesterday only, she told me on phone that Naughty has undergone an operation because of some trouble. He got a few stiches on ear and was unconscious the whole day. I asked her how is he now? she told me that he is playing with neighbor's child. I wanted to talk to him and ask about his health. It may seem a bit funny to others but all these years, he has been just like my kid brother. I played with him, I had beaten him for his mischiefs, he also fought with me by growling and barking if I ever teased him. But all these years, I never realised that Dogs can't speak, my Naughty can't speak.
Now the Naughty pup established various relationships with us. He became mamaji of my cousin's son, my cousins tied rakhi to him. He forced my uncle to consider him as his nephew by continuosly licking his feet. In all these years, he became an integral part of our family. We were so comfortable with him that we never realised that he can't speak to us, yet we were able to understand what he needs and when.
As time passed by, me and my brother left home to make our respective careers and Naughty's whole responsiblities fell on my mother. yesterday only, she told me on phone that Naughty has undergone an operation because of some trouble. He got a few stiches on ear and was unconscious the whole day. I asked her how is he now? she told me that he is playing with neighbor's child. I wanted to talk to him and ask about his health. It may seem a bit funny to others but all these years, he has been just like my kid brother. I played with him, I had beaten him for his mischiefs, he also fought with me by growling and barking if I ever teased him. But all these years, I never realised that Dogs can't speak, my Naughty can't speak.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
New Post( First write up for me)
Hi ...
hey no need to say Hi as this article is for me only. It's the first time, I am writing the article for myself. I don't know why but now I don't want to write for anybody else as it doesn't motivates me. I certainly never desired of adulation to be showered upon me and never ever dreamt of fan mails coming to me. But the lack of respect shown by people towards my writing has forced me to seclude myself as a writer and I vowed that I will never ever post my articles to anybody. Infact, the sole purpose of my writing was to collect inputs from everybody on what they think on various topics. I dearly wanted feedback( positive or negative) on how to improve my writing and my thinking stream but there was no constructive suggestion from anybody. A few persons replied and praised me on my skills. Believe me, that was the last thing I ever wanted. I wanted critics and no body can ever be as unlucky as me in this area.
To have good critics is one's good fortune as they provide you the insights and point out your short comings. One of my friend "Kirti" pointed out a few mistakes in my article but then there was lull. I don't know whether people even bother to read my mails or not. Whatever I write ( good or bad) doesn't deserve such treatment and I cannot let it happen.
If somebody thinks that I am over reacting then let them think so. A funny incident took place a few days ago. I asked one of my friend that whether she read my article or not. Then she asked " Was that written by you?" . I felt too insulted as she really deleted that article just by reading it once and never ever thought of replying on that thing. So, I accept my failure as a writer that I really cannot force people to act in a certain manner. They are grown individuals with their own characterstics. So, instead of acting as a barnacle and keep asking them to ponder over my garbage, I will mend my own ways.
Though I will not stop writing but will surely stop posting now as disrespect of my write ups is no less than my insult.
Chalo then happy writing
and no posting.
Sid
hey no need to say Hi as this article is for me only. It's the first time, I am writing the article for myself. I don't know why but now I don't want to write for anybody else as it doesn't motivates me. I certainly never desired of adulation to be showered upon me and never ever dreamt of fan mails coming to me. But the lack of respect shown by people towards my writing has forced me to seclude myself as a writer and I vowed that I will never ever post my articles to anybody. Infact, the sole purpose of my writing was to collect inputs from everybody on what they think on various topics. I dearly wanted feedback( positive or negative) on how to improve my writing and my thinking stream but there was no constructive suggestion from anybody. A few persons replied and praised me on my skills. Believe me, that was the last thing I ever wanted. I wanted critics and no body can ever be as unlucky as me in this area.
To have good critics is one's good fortune as they provide you the insights and point out your short comings. One of my friend "Kirti" pointed out a few mistakes in my article but then there was lull. I don't know whether people even bother to read my mails or not. Whatever I write ( good or bad) doesn't deserve such treatment and I cannot let it happen.
If somebody thinks that I am over reacting then let them think so. A funny incident took place a few days ago. I asked one of my friend that whether she read my article or not. Then she asked " Was that written by you?" . I felt too insulted as she really deleted that article just by reading it once and never ever thought of replying on that thing. So, I accept my failure as a writer that I really cannot force people to act in a certain manner. They are grown individuals with their own characterstics. So, instead of acting as a barnacle and keep asking them to ponder over my garbage, I will mend my own ways.
Though I will not stop writing but will surely stop posting now as disrespect of my write ups is no less than my insult.
Chalo then happy writing
and no posting.
Sid
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Hi all,
I was just thinking (don’t laugh yaar .seriously … I was really thinking) of writing something about ourselves but couldn’t think of anything creative. Then suddenly an old story struck in my mind. It happened during my college days. I was destined to appear in my first CAT. I boarded the train at Gwalior and started the Herculean task of finding a suitable place to sit. However, all my hopes were shattered when I found myself in a total pandemonium and helplessly found a place to stand. I remembered that my father told me to reserve the seats in advance. When I told my friend, I am reserving the seats in advance.He made a mockery of the whole idea and told me "Have you gone mad, Abe TT ko paise de denge, He will manage everything". I retorted it’s illegal. He again sighed on my ignorance (you may call it intellectual bankruptcy) and said "SAB CHALTA HAI". I also thought of avoiding further conversation on this matter and
gave my consent. Now, our whole group boarded the train without reservation and the rest is history. So, this CHALTA HAI attitude’s first encounter was really a traumatic experience for me.
However, while I compare it with my second experiment (which I tried to do with this chalta hai), it feels like a cool zephyr. So, my dear friends, the second experiment drained me to such an extent that I vowed I will never again take things so lightly. On my joining day at Bangalore, we were asked to bring many documents for verification but again I went as if I was the first ever person selected in this company or the HR manager was my uncle’s daughter. Unfortunately both of the above idiotic dreams hit the ground Zero with such a thud that I felt my mind went numb and adrenaline flow went so high that it must have seen a few air hostesses flying on Boeings.
We always put off the tangible facts of life by adopting this careless attitude and we pay for it at several occasions. You ask ur milkman about the quality of milk, he says chalta hai babuji. Aree bhaiya, babuji to chalet hai but why are you making him walk forcefully. It brings us shame and defames our nation and society. Our own Mr. President was the victim of this attitude. When he went for a walk in USA and thrown a chocolate wrapper on the road. A man handed him by saying, this is not INDIA sir.
Because this CHALTA HAI factor only INDIA mei CHALTA HAI and that’s why in spite of huge potential INDIA sabse peeche CHALTA HAI……..
It’s open as I couldn’t find better words to complete it and I don’t think my wit is sound enough to complete this topic …………..
comments invited
Siddhartha
I was just thinking (don’t laugh yaar .seriously … I was really thinking) of writing something about ourselves but couldn’t think of anything creative. Then suddenly an old story struck in my mind. It happened during my college days. I was destined to appear in my first CAT. I boarded the train at Gwalior and started the Herculean task of finding a suitable place to sit. However, all my hopes were shattered when I found myself in a total pandemonium and helplessly found a place to stand. I remembered that my father told me to reserve the seats in advance. When I told my friend, I am reserving the seats in advance.He made a mockery of the whole idea and told me "Have you gone mad, Abe TT ko paise de denge, He will manage everything". I retorted it’s illegal. He again sighed on my ignorance (you may call it intellectual bankruptcy) and said "SAB CHALTA HAI". I also thought of avoiding further conversation on this matter and
gave my consent. Now, our whole group boarded the train without reservation and the rest is history. So, this CHALTA HAI attitude’s first encounter was really a traumatic experience for me.
However, while I compare it with my second experiment (which I tried to do with this chalta hai), it feels like a cool zephyr. So, my dear friends, the second experiment drained me to such an extent that I vowed I will never again take things so lightly. On my joining day at Bangalore, we were asked to bring many documents for verification but again I went as if I was the first ever person selected in this company or the HR manager was my uncle’s daughter. Unfortunately both of the above idiotic dreams hit the ground Zero with such a thud that I felt my mind went numb and adrenaline flow went so high that it must have seen a few air hostesses flying on Boeings.
We always put off the tangible facts of life by adopting this careless attitude and we pay for it at several occasions. You ask ur milkman about the quality of milk, he says chalta hai babuji. Aree bhaiya, babuji to chalet hai but why are you making him walk forcefully. It brings us shame and defames our nation and society. Our own Mr. President was the victim of this attitude. When he went for a walk in USA and thrown a chocolate wrapper on the road. A man handed him by saying, this is not INDIA sir.
Because this CHALTA HAI factor only INDIA mei CHALTA HAI and that’s why in spite of huge potential INDIA sabse peeche CHALTA HAI……..
It’s open as I couldn’t find better words to complete it and I don’t think my wit is sound enough to complete this topic …………..
comments invited
Siddhartha
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Living with agony....
Life is a game where one needs to be adept at various skills to make the most of it. Life is a play and the actors need to play their part with all their art and sometimes the combination of heart and art. Life can be an acronym to "Living in fun entirely" or "Living in fear ever". So, it's up to the person, how to interpret it?
Describing the gist of life may take an entire lifetime or just a second, it may feel like a boring task or the most enticing one. So, it all boils down to a single thing that makes a life good or bad and the thing I am talking about is "The willingness to cooperate with life”, it’s the will to sort out the things even when one finds itself in the doldrums. It is the undying spirit of the individual to stand stout through thick and thin and expect that the worst is yet to come. Now that’s a tricky term, to expect that worse is yet to come can be very easily intermingled with the pessimistic attitude.
Being pessimist and being pragmatic is not the one and the same thing. Every one of us must have seen various hues and shades of life in different forms. You must have seen a person suffering from such an ailment that even a panacea (Ram Baan) can’t cure it, even in that bone breaking situation, he may appear to be racy and willing to cooperate with all the sorrows and happiness of life. He may inspire others and show them a way to enjoy their life. However a very healthy and prosperous man may appear as unhappy with life and always grumbling of dilemmas of life. The reason of contrast behaviors in entirely different situations is “The willingness to cooperate with life”.
From the tone of the entire passage, one may think that I am boasting about the good things that the life holds in its sanctum sanctorum. However, what I want to convey is a slightly different. As the adage says “Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder”, we can also say that “courage lies in the belly of sufferer”. So, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Life is not the journey of pursuing happiness or the never ending voyage to the secluded island free from all the worries of life, it’s an art to live with all the intricacies that life possesses.
To live in pains and fight gives us gains and delight. So, the moment we will stop thinking of a way to get out of all the troubles in one single shot, we will realize that there is a better way of doing things by taking life as it comes and settling scores with all the problems by taking them one by one.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Describing the gist of life may take an entire lifetime or just a second, it may feel like a boring task or the most enticing one. So, it all boils down to a single thing that makes a life good or bad and the thing I am talking about is "The willingness to cooperate with life”, it’s the will to sort out the things even when one finds itself in the doldrums. It is the undying spirit of the individual to stand stout through thick and thin and expect that the worst is yet to come. Now that’s a tricky term, to expect that worse is yet to come can be very easily intermingled with the pessimistic attitude.
Being pessimist and being pragmatic is not the one and the same thing. Every one of us must have seen various hues and shades of life in different forms. You must have seen a person suffering from such an ailment that even a panacea (Ram Baan) can’t cure it, even in that bone breaking situation, he may appear to be racy and willing to cooperate with all the sorrows and happiness of life. He may inspire others and show them a way to enjoy their life. However a very healthy and prosperous man may appear as unhappy with life and always grumbling of dilemmas of life. The reason of contrast behaviors in entirely different situations is “The willingness to cooperate with life”.
From the tone of the entire passage, one may think that I am boasting about the good things that the life holds in its sanctum sanctorum. However, what I want to convey is a slightly different. As the adage says “Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder”, we can also say that “courage lies in the belly of sufferer”. So, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
Life is not the journey of pursuing happiness or the never ending voyage to the secluded island free from all the worries of life, it’s an art to live with all the intricacies that life possesses.
To live in pains and fight gives us gains and delight. So, the moment we will stop thinking of a way to get out of all the troubles in one single shot, we will realize that there is a better way of doing things by taking life as it comes and settling scores with all the problems by taking them one by one.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Boys don't cry...
Hey, are you a girl? His mother reprimanded him on his habit of crying on trivial issues.He was puzzled, felt aghast at this very notion that only girls can cry, or only the female fraternity has the right to show their sentiments in public. He demanded explanations; he resented his elder's beliefs.With years making their way and future becoming past and past becoming forgotten moments, his most hated belief became his nature and not to cry in hardest of the times became his usual characteristics.He didn't cry when all his efforts failed during his engineering entrance exams. Everybody pinched that there must have been some lacuna in his strategy. He accepted all the hate, all the remarks, taunts without a single tear. He completed his engineering from an unknown college and that too without a single hue of a spectrum of flying colures. He failed at every endeavor but he was trained not to cry over, not to show his emotions to the world. He finally hit the bull’s eye and ensured a good career in a high profile field.He detached himself from all the relations, all the bonds of love, and all the pleasures of life and molded himself to follow a life of austerity. Everybody admired his way of living, his nature of not crying over failures.So, living away from family, he started to get bad news about his closed ones ill health, their illness had worried him, he got good news as well, the new about his childhood friend's marriage, the new about his nephew started dawdling. All these things made him cry. However, it was not his nature to cry, he cried, he cried till the last drop of saline found its way out of his eyes.Suddenly somebody knocked on the door and you know who answered the knock on the door. He was the same boy, smiling like he has never been touched by the cruel games of life. There was not a single hint of sorrow on his face. Do you know why he was so well at controlling his emotions? It was because he was a boy and we all know that Boys don't cry......
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Success....
Success....
Success? A tricky word and enticing too.Hearing that word makes us carve an image of a triumphant human being jumping high in the air in such a way that can make an Olympic gold medalist jumper to review his inherent skills. What this word means to us? How desperate can we become to achieve it? And most importantly how to achieve it? are the questions that waver through our mind at various times.It has been said that If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.Then what exactly success is? Is it relative too? Or can we define success in absolute terms?If we analyze this word on classical terms then we can say-" Success is a never ending journey" If it is a journey then how to get our seat reserved and reach the final destination?I would have loved to answer all these queries if there had been any answer at all. To start with our mission of finding true sense of success, I would like to tell you an anecdote.Once there was a farmer living on the suburbs of a city. He had a dog that had an innate desire to chase the vehicles passing through the nearby road. One day, one of the farmer's friends asked the farmer, Will your dog ever be able to catch any vehicle. A smile floated on the farmer's lambent face and he told his friend that it's not the question of whether his dog will catch the vehicle or not, what does matter is what the hell he will do with the vehicle after catching it. So it's a matter of your goal and your degree of desire to achieve it. Here in the case of dog, the desire was too high but the goal was not apt.So, if someday you reach your desired goal and doesn't feel elated, it means that whatever you visualized as your goal was in fact your error in setting your objectives.So, it was all about the acuteness and acumen of setting your goals but there is another dimension involved in the pursuit of success.
The desire to succeed is the driving force that leads to accomplishment of goals. Here one has to decide actually how desperate is he to achieve what he had set as his target. He has to work through thick and thin, without ever loosing his alacrity and agility even when the candle is burning at both the ends and the midnight oil goes out of stock. This life is very cruel; it takes hardly a second to make you fall from zenith to nadir.
Once an Olympian was asked about his game plan and preparation strategy. He answered something that has been imbibed by me as if anybody has carved on stone that cannot be erased by anyone. The Olympian said that I prepare all the time when my competitor is also preparing and when he rests, I think that this is the only time when i can get ahead of him by practicing more than him. This is the kind of zeal that takes a man to the Hall of fame.
I wish, I wish the topic had been so simple that the analysis can be performed on just these two parameters. But this term is relative too. A successful man cannot be defined in absolute terms. A poor maid servant can be a successful person by loving the work she is doing and by fulfilling all her aspirations. On the other hand a man who has lots n lots of money but is not happy because he had always wanted to do something else may seems to be a big shot success to others but he cannot call himself a successful man as real success is the success that comes on your own terms and it may not appear sweet to others but gives you a sense of satisfaction.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Monday, May 09, 2005
Are You Busy?
Hey come on , don't be a spoil sport.A whole group is pleading to you to come to a movie.
Just 3 hours in a whole week , that's what they are demanding for.But you have other priorities that you have to complete, you have other expectations to meet and certainly you have other plans than your muckle of friends.
you consider yourself as a masochist who abstains himself from all the luxuries of life and to live a life in clover is like a crime for you. I will not say that you are wrong.
Infact you are totally acute as far as bookish morals are concerned.
Right from your childhood, you are inculcated with the feeling that "Kheloge kudoge to banoge kharab" .You enjoy playing but you have a notion that you are wasting your time.It happens with anybody, any child who has not completed his homework is treated like a criminal.Is doing homework is the only measure of one's sincerity ? Does class performance has no meaning at all? So, I was talking about your busy schedule.You are busy and you feel happy that you are not wasting any time. you think that you are learning alot when you are at work with all your senses focussed.But this the most precious time , you are selling for a meagre learning.
If you had spent all you childhood and adolescence in your classrooms and tutions, cramming notes, formualae , theories of astro physics. etc etc etc, How can you compete with a full grown adult who has spent his childhood at field, shouting to alto of human voice for a mere catch in a cricket field, or hustling with pals for possession of a footbal, who knows exactly what is the joy of a hard fought victory and the despair of a lost match? He knows how to handle pressure at different stages of life.
You can easily see such persons around you, whom you consider your role model and finds them victor in each area they have ventured. Go and Ask them, what is the joy of bunking a class? what is a general tadi? and he will start as an eloquent speakers who can speak at length on almost any issues relevant to this milky way.This is the difference you will find between him and you, You may beat him in a single area like getting any particular problem solved related to your area but start counting the fields where you stand no chance against him and you will find the counter running like a delhi's auto rickshaw meter.
Someone has said "Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives" . It takes a lot of ingrdients to make a delicious recipie , so how can a good personality be formed by pouring mere bookish knowledge. It has been an irony that we boast of indian culture and its values and shuns the basic teachings of our culture which teaches us that learning should be multi dimensional. World's first university at takshshila was under control of Chanakya and he stressed that students must spend 6 months of a year touring different parts of the planet and should summarize what they had learnt by meeting new people and visiting new places. Have you forgotten all these things? Oh I am sorry , I forgot that You are Busy. Are you really?
Just 3 hours in a whole week , that's what they are demanding for.But you have other priorities that you have to complete, you have other expectations to meet and certainly you have other plans than your muckle of friends.
you consider yourself as a masochist who abstains himself from all the luxuries of life and to live a life in clover is like a crime for you. I will not say that you are wrong.
Infact you are totally acute as far as bookish morals are concerned.
Right from your childhood, you are inculcated with the feeling that "Kheloge kudoge to banoge kharab" .You enjoy playing but you have a notion that you are wasting your time.It happens with anybody, any child who has not completed his homework is treated like a criminal.Is doing homework is the only measure of one's sincerity ? Does class performance has no meaning at all? So, I was talking about your busy schedule.You are busy and you feel happy that you are not wasting any time. you think that you are learning alot when you are at work with all your senses focussed.But this the most precious time , you are selling for a meagre learning.
If you had spent all you childhood and adolescence in your classrooms and tutions, cramming notes, formualae , theories of astro physics. etc etc etc, How can you compete with a full grown adult who has spent his childhood at field, shouting to alto of human voice for a mere catch in a cricket field, or hustling with pals for possession of a footbal, who knows exactly what is the joy of a hard fought victory and the despair of a lost match? He knows how to handle pressure at different stages of life.
You can easily see such persons around you, whom you consider your role model and finds them victor in each area they have ventured. Go and Ask them, what is the joy of bunking a class? what is a general tadi? and he will start as an eloquent speakers who can speak at length on almost any issues relevant to this milky way.This is the difference you will find between him and you, You may beat him in a single area like getting any particular problem solved related to your area but start counting the fields where you stand no chance against him and you will find the counter running like a delhi's auto rickshaw meter.
Someone has said "Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives" . It takes a lot of ingrdients to make a delicious recipie , so how can a good personality be formed by pouring mere bookish knowledge. It has been an irony that we boast of indian culture and its values and shuns the basic teachings of our culture which teaches us that learning should be multi dimensional. World's first university at takshshila was under control of Chanakya and he stressed that students must spend 6 months of a year touring different parts of the planet and should summarize what they had learnt by meeting new people and visiting new places. Have you forgotten all these things? Oh I am sorry , I forgot that You are Busy. Are you really?
Saturday, April 30, 2005
And I became an adult.......
It was nearly a year ago , I left home with some doubts in mind, lot of courage in heart and thousands and thousands of dreams in eyes. Earlier, whenever I left home , it was for a shorter period of time.But this time when Mukul Mittal dropped me and Nihil Sharma at Station , I knew that it is the final journey away from home.I was lucky enough to have Nikhil with me.He was well aware of the surrounding and was acting as a shield for me.
So, after a tiring journey of more than 36 hours, I reached my destination "Bangalore, A City Of My Dreams". When I landed up in bagalore on 8th April 2004, I had a lot to prove and yes nothing to loose. I was lucky enough to have wonderful friends over there and
all of them were quite supportive. Although , for a person like me , who can never harm anyone even in the farthest of the dreams, it was quite astonishing to see some friends had a wrong impression about me. Some one asked my companion that Siddhartha should bear the load of all the luggage because he deserves that. It hurt me but I said nothing because I knew that the person who told this was not bad. He was also a very good natured and helpful person. I told myself that there must have been something wrong on my part that had forced him to say something like this.But that was the last incident of its type.
After that each day was a learning experience. There are so may funny incidents that if I will start mentioning them here then this site will get overloaded and still the stories will not get over. Once a guy called Prashant Agrawal came looking for job and he was a martinet. Everything that is out of order annoyed him.Initially , we got irritated with his commanding attitude but slowly and surely , all of us fell in love with him and named him commander. Every guy had his own unique characterstics.
I would like to mention each guy's name who came in contact with me.When I reached at my place at bangalore, I was very happy that now I am least doing something , searching for jobs , studying hard and competing with others.One day ,Commander and I went for Lucent Technologies Walkin and he made me to march the whole intermedaite Ring road and when I asked that can't we go by Bus or auto, then he told me "Pagal wagal hai kya, Bus Wus nahi milegi abhi , Paas hi mei hai, pahuch jaayenge". I calculated that I walked for atleast 12 kms that day.
But it was Fun,certainly it was.
Every Guy who was in job used to give us valuable tips and help as far as anything is concerned.
I was lucky enough to have Rahul, Neeraj, Amulya as the help providers and three of us enjoyed all the advantages of having such good friends.When I say, three of us then it means Raju, Pappu bhai and me. The three of us used to spent most of our time together , planning this and that.
Another help that I got was from Nikhil Sharma, he used to travel on a bike and has proved a great boon for me in distributing resumes.Then came another prominent member of Gwalior sarai, Anindya sharma. He is a sort of low profile guy who is always at work.He knows what he is doing and has a unmatchable confidence in that.He is also a childhood friend of mine so there exist a natural camaraderie between us. Just after he came , I got job at Wipro. It was a dream for me that realised in a time of less than one month. I was too happy . I can say , it was the happiest moment of my life. I was happy because not only I got selected but Vishal yadav also got selected. I dropped my plan of going to Cognizant test and MBT interview too , I still don't know whether it was right decision or not. Two weeks after that was too enjoyable. I used to stay awake till late night thinking about my parent's happiness when they will hear this news. It took sometime becuase they were on a holiday trip to Andaman Nicobar.
In all these moments of happiness, I always felt for Raju who was the most sober guy of the lot.He was very low profile but everyone knew that he had something great in him (except his lambi lambi gapps).Sometimes there was a sort of compettition going on between Raju and pappu of bragging.Then a new member joined our group , he was Our sailes( Amit Babu ) .He also started studying from the moment , he arrived at Bangalore.
A thing always amazed me that how can more than 10 guys live at a place without even a small brawl.I had seen guys fighting on the the smallest of issues but at gwalior sarai , all you can hear is the laughter even at 2 'O' clock at night.We used to laugh for hours and then study as if we were most serious guys in the whole area.
But as the destiny decides, it was all over for me because of my training period at Wipro. I used to be in my own world , studying day in and day out.Trying to clear the test but it was not happening. I was always on the looser's end. I tried everthing I could but just couldn't make it through.That time was the hardest time but with friends of such good nature and intelligence , I made it at the final attempt.
There was joy all over again. We celebrated the occassion but I had to leave for Hyderabad a few days later. I was sad but had to move on. As it is said there are some place in this world where you can always check in but can never leave.For me it's like yesterday , a boy came to an unknown city with all boyish chahracterstics but today I search for that boy , where is he gone? where are his funny and teasing remarks( neeraj can tell you that)? where are his friends , with whom he laughed as if there is no one else to hear in this world?
Everything has past ,That boy has become an adult now, whose search for that immamture boy is still on.The boy that left Gwalior on 6th April 2004 had lost somewhere in Bangalore .Some say that you can always found him in the soul of Gwalior sarai.A place which contains souls of many gwaliorites who were also same as that boy when they left Gwalior.All of them had been lost somewhere in the valley of sillicon.Can we find them ? If this question had been thrown at that missing boy, he would have jumped at it by saying , yes I can do anything.
But for an adult, it is the most arduous question he has faced in his life. Can you answer it?
Comments Invited,
Siddhartha
So, after a tiring journey of more than 36 hours, I reached my destination "Bangalore, A City Of My Dreams". When I landed up in bagalore on 8th April 2004, I had a lot to prove and yes nothing to loose. I was lucky enough to have wonderful friends over there and
all of them were quite supportive. Although , for a person like me , who can never harm anyone even in the farthest of the dreams, it was quite astonishing to see some friends had a wrong impression about me. Some one asked my companion that Siddhartha should bear the load of all the luggage because he deserves that. It hurt me but I said nothing because I knew that the person who told this was not bad. He was also a very good natured and helpful person. I told myself that there must have been something wrong on my part that had forced him to say something like this.But that was the last incident of its type.
After that each day was a learning experience. There are so may funny incidents that if I will start mentioning them here then this site will get overloaded and still the stories will not get over. Once a guy called Prashant Agrawal came looking for job and he was a martinet. Everything that is out of order annoyed him.Initially , we got irritated with his commanding attitude but slowly and surely , all of us fell in love with him and named him commander. Every guy had his own unique characterstics.
I would like to mention each guy's name who came in contact with me.When I reached at my place at bangalore, I was very happy that now I am least doing something , searching for jobs , studying hard and competing with others.One day ,Commander and I went for Lucent Technologies Walkin and he made me to march the whole intermedaite Ring road and when I asked that can't we go by Bus or auto, then he told me "Pagal wagal hai kya, Bus Wus nahi milegi abhi , Paas hi mei hai, pahuch jaayenge". I calculated that I walked for atleast 12 kms that day.
But it was Fun,certainly it was.
Every Guy who was in job used to give us valuable tips and help as far as anything is concerned.
I was lucky enough to have Rahul, Neeraj, Amulya as the help providers and three of us enjoyed all the advantages of having such good friends.When I say, three of us then it means Raju, Pappu bhai and me. The three of us used to spent most of our time together , planning this and that.
Another help that I got was from Nikhil Sharma, he used to travel on a bike and has proved a great boon for me in distributing resumes.Then came another prominent member of Gwalior sarai, Anindya sharma. He is a sort of low profile guy who is always at work.He knows what he is doing and has a unmatchable confidence in that.He is also a childhood friend of mine so there exist a natural camaraderie between us. Just after he came , I got job at Wipro. It was a dream for me that realised in a time of less than one month. I was too happy . I can say , it was the happiest moment of my life. I was happy because not only I got selected but Vishal yadav also got selected. I dropped my plan of going to Cognizant test and MBT interview too , I still don't know whether it was right decision or not. Two weeks after that was too enjoyable. I used to stay awake till late night thinking about my parent's happiness when they will hear this news. It took sometime becuase they were on a holiday trip to Andaman Nicobar.
In all these moments of happiness, I always felt for Raju who was the most sober guy of the lot.He was very low profile but everyone knew that he had something great in him (except his lambi lambi gapps).Sometimes there was a sort of compettition going on between Raju and pappu of bragging.Then a new member joined our group , he was Our sailes( Amit Babu ) .He also started studying from the moment , he arrived at Bangalore.
A thing always amazed me that how can more than 10 guys live at a place without even a small brawl.I had seen guys fighting on the the smallest of issues but at gwalior sarai , all you can hear is the laughter even at 2 'O' clock at night.We used to laugh for hours and then study as if we were most serious guys in the whole area.
But as the destiny decides, it was all over for me because of my training period at Wipro. I used to be in my own world , studying day in and day out.Trying to clear the test but it was not happening. I was always on the looser's end. I tried everthing I could but just couldn't make it through.That time was the hardest time but with friends of such good nature and intelligence , I made it at the final attempt.
There was joy all over again. We celebrated the occassion but I had to leave for Hyderabad a few days later. I was sad but had to move on. As it is said there are some place in this world where you can always check in but can never leave.For me it's like yesterday , a boy came to an unknown city with all boyish chahracterstics but today I search for that boy , where is he gone? where are his funny and teasing remarks( neeraj can tell you that)? where are his friends , with whom he laughed as if there is no one else to hear in this world?
Everything has past ,That boy has become an adult now, whose search for that immamture boy is still on.The boy that left Gwalior on 6th April 2004 had lost somewhere in Bangalore .Some say that you can always found him in the soul of Gwalior sarai.A place which contains souls of many gwaliorites who were also same as that boy when they left Gwalior.All of them had been lost somewhere in the valley of sillicon.Can we find them ? If this question had been thrown at that missing boy, he would have jumped at it by saying , yes I can do anything.
But for an adult, it is the most arduous question he has faced in his life. Can you answer it?
Comments Invited,
Siddhartha
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Small place, Big Wonders
Some may call me a homesick person or overly nostalgic but it gives me a sense of relief and pride whenever i think of my native place.To describe Gwalior is really a matter of challenge for any novice writer like me.It takes a lot of articulation to describe a city of dust and dirt as a city of innocence and originality.
It may take a life time for a person to describe achievements of this city.It's like this city has never slept and has made remarkable contributions in every area and period through which country has passed.At the same time , it is also not fair to highlight only good points ( although there are many ).
It's always good to take on the bad blows first so that we get prepared for almost anything in the future.I must say that all the speculations about Gwalior's image does hold some ground.If you pass through any square, you can find young men at various kiosks chewing tobbaco, abusing each other .Certainly, this may prove to be a trauma for any civilised person.He may make an image in his mind that this city is abhorable and the people living here are good for nothing.
But that's exactly the point where he makes the biggest mistake.This city is not like it looks.It may have broken roads, shattered houses, clumsy looking people , no management as far as the public places are concerned.But this city has a pious soul,a soul that has not been dented by it's stinking alleys, a soul which is as pious as the flowers in a temple are .
The question here is , why this city has such a remarkable difference between it's inner and outer looks.What gives this city, a cutting edge over other cities of similar size and geography.The answer is very obvious and is known to every single resident of this city.It's the Gwaliorite that makes this difference.A Gwaliorites is not a mean achiever in any filed .He knows exactly ,where his roots are and where he is heading towards.
To start with the statistics, I would like to bring to notice that this small place has the only flood lighted stadim in the whole State. It has the largest Physical education institute in whole Asia( LNIPE) which has produced many gold medalists in Asian Games.
It has produced stalwarts like Atal Bihari Vajpayee, Madhav Rao Scindhia.In the filed of education, this city hold 8th Rank all over india.This city has produced many IITians and many other brilliant student under conditions that were not at all favorable.Now, there are 9 engineering colleges running in the city which are churning out engineers to meet the demands in various fields of engineering.
This city has scored over other cities as far as Information Technology is concerned.In 1994, it became the first city in whole M.P to get connected to Internet.This city has produced some gladiators in sports too.Asian gold medalist Bahadur prasad ( long distance runner ), Weightlifter Praveen singh( you may remember him as Bheem in Mahabharata). Hockey player Roopsingh and Dhyanchand also played substantial amount of hockey in Gwalior.
It would be unfair if we do not mention anything about Music of Gwalior.
Gwalior Gahrana is a respected name in the field of music.The gharana has produced many perfectionists like Ustad Amzad Ali Khan ( The Sarod Maestro ), Balasaheb PoonchWaale(Vocalist ) and Shri Krishna Rao Pandit.One of the nine jewels of Akbar -"Tansen" was from gwalior too.
It is like a big world in a small pond.So, as a proud gwaliorite, I can say that this is the best place on earth for me( others have different places as per their liking ) which will run in my blood till my last breath.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
It may take a life time for a person to describe achievements of this city.It's like this city has never slept and has made remarkable contributions in every area and period through which country has passed.At the same time , it is also not fair to highlight only good points ( although there are many ).
It's always good to take on the bad blows first so that we get prepared for almost anything in the future.I must say that all the speculations about Gwalior's image does hold some ground.If you pass through any square, you can find young men at various kiosks chewing tobbaco, abusing each other .Certainly, this may prove to be a trauma for any civilised person.He may make an image in his mind that this city is abhorable and the people living here are good for nothing.
But that's exactly the point where he makes the biggest mistake.This city is not like it looks.It may have broken roads, shattered houses, clumsy looking people , no management as far as the public places are concerned.But this city has a pious soul,a soul that has not been dented by it's stinking alleys, a soul which is as pious as the flowers in a temple are .
The question here is , why this city has such a remarkable difference between it's inner and outer looks.What gives this city, a cutting edge over other cities of similar size and geography.The answer is very obvious and is known to every single resident of this city.It's the Gwaliorite that makes this difference.A Gwaliorites is not a mean achiever in any filed .He knows exactly ,where his roots are and where he is heading towards.
To start with the statistics, I would like to bring to notice that this small place has the only flood lighted stadim in the whole State. It has the largest Physical education institute in whole Asia( LNIPE) which has produced many gold medalists in Asian Games.
It has produced stalwarts like Atal Bihari Vajpayee, Madhav Rao Scindhia.In the filed of education, this city hold 8th Rank all over india.This city has produced many IITians and many other brilliant student under conditions that were not at all favorable.Now, there are 9 engineering colleges running in the city which are churning out engineers to meet the demands in various fields of engineering.
This city has scored over other cities as far as Information Technology is concerned.In 1994, it became the first city in whole M.P to get connected to Internet.This city has produced some gladiators in sports too.Asian gold medalist Bahadur prasad ( long distance runner ), Weightlifter Praveen singh( you may remember him as Bheem in Mahabharata). Hockey player Roopsingh and Dhyanchand also played substantial amount of hockey in Gwalior.
It would be unfair if we do not mention anything about Music of Gwalior.
Gwalior Gahrana is a respected name in the field of music.The gharana has produced many perfectionists like Ustad Amzad Ali Khan ( The Sarod Maestro ), Balasaheb PoonchWaale(Vocalist ) and Shri Krishna Rao Pandit.One of the nine jewels of Akbar -"Tansen" was from gwalior too.
It is like a big world in a small pond.So, as a proud gwaliorite, I can say that this is the best place on earth for me( others have different places as per their liking ) which will run in my blood till my last breath.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Monday, April 25, 2005
The journey of an engineer
Every engineer( we can call him hero ) carries with him a saga that he loves to discuss with anybody,
When I say anybody, it can be a paanwala, a local wine shopkeeper, a hotel wala where he had his own clout (credits were available without a card too), a close friend( poor guy),a vendor or even a mirror where he can make faces and analyze his expressions and can admire his hard looks as a sign of his male chauvinism.
He can discuss at length various aspects of his life as if he has been a king through out his life.
He talks about how he has cleared exams with the help of "parchi"( parlance is necessary to understand this tricky term ), he narrates how he had ragged his juniors and how he was known
as the BOND of the college.You can see the joy of a child on his face when he cherishes these
memories.Various anecdotes will come out of his mouth as if an expert softie( you may call software engineer) is dexterously writing some business logic.
He abhores his present condition of being a white collar man and mumbles a few lines of
a sher -" Aaj itni may bhi nahi mayKhaane mein, Jitni hum chodd diya karte thhey paimaane mei ".
He really seems to miss those night outs where he and his yaars went for a cutting chaai to station at 2 a.m., he feels nostalgic whenever he watches any brawl on the end of the street.
He remembers how he and his hostel mates fought for the pride of their hostel.
How they competed in the sports meet with the spirit of not letting the hopes of their supporters down, how they sacrifised grades to take part in various activities and even when the teachers were not supporting them , they considered themselves as an icon of youth rebellion.
But today, he has left behind all those experiences.Now, he appeares as a sincere man at work who has never been involved in any sort of panga with anybody,who has never abused anybody and it appears as if he had always been a book worm who has abstained himself from all the obscenities of life.
Everybody says history repeats itself. Yes it does in exactly the same way as if we are watching any replay.Another 'Hero' comes , enjoys his life in campus and follows the path of our ex-Hero and finds him as his boss after completeing his college and then thinks that how idiotic this man is, who never crackes jokes , never takes initiave in fun loving things and then passes a judgement that this man has never enjoyed his college life.
But a thing remains common to both of them and that is their saga that they carry with them to their tomb too.
Comments Invited
Siddhartha
(Another Softie)
When I say anybody, it can be a paanwala, a local wine shopkeeper, a hotel wala where he had his own clout (credits were available without a card too), a close friend( poor guy),a vendor or even a mirror where he can make faces and analyze his expressions and can admire his hard looks as a sign of his male chauvinism.
He can discuss at length various aspects of his life as if he has been a king through out his life.
He talks about how he has cleared exams with the help of "parchi"( parlance is necessary to understand this tricky term ), he narrates how he had ragged his juniors and how he was known
as the BOND of the college.You can see the joy of a child on his face when he cherishes these
memories.Various anecdotes will come out of his mouth as if an expert softie( you may call software engineer) is dexterously writing some business logic.
He abhores his present condition of being a white collar man and mumbles a few lines of
a sher -" Aaj itni may bhi nahi mayKhaane mein, Jitni hum chodd diya karte thhey paimaane mei ".
He really seems to miss those night outs where he and his yaars went for a cutting chaai to station at 2 a.m., he feels nostalgic whenever he watches any brawl on the end of the street.
He remembers how he and his hostel mates fought for the pride of their hostel.
How they competed in the sports meet with the spirit of not letting the hopes of their supporters down, how they sacrifised grades to take part in various activities and even when the teachers were not supporting them , they considered themselves as an icon of youth rebellion.
But today, he has left behind all those experiences.Now, he appeares as a sincere man at work who has never been involved in any sort of panga with anybody,who has never abused anybody and it appears as if he had always been a book worm who has abstained himself from all the obscenities of life.
Everybody says history repeats itself. Yes it does in exactly the same way as if we are watching any replay.Another 'Hero' comes , enjoys his life in campus and follows the path of our ex-Hero and finds him as his boss after completeing his college and then thinks that how idiotic this man is, who never crackes jokes , never takes initiave in fun loving things and then passes a judgement that this man has never enjoyed his college life.
But a thing remains common to both of them and that is their saga that they carry with them to their tomb too.
Comments Invited
Siddhartha
(Another Softie)
Thursday, April 21, 2005
I Love India,My India
When I was in my kindergarten age, I asked my father(Baba), Baba Who Am I?
My Baba was aghast at such a trciky question.
Instead of jumping to any reply , he asked me the reason of asking such
a question.
I told him that in my school, everyone knows who they are?
I further explained that Ram told me that he is a hindu, Aslam is a muslim, Naman is a sikh, preetam is a parsi, Tom is a christian. So, I was not aware of who I am?
My Baba wore a discomfited look on his face but I had always known him as my role model who can never get upset in any situation.He took me into his arms and told me that "you are an Indian".At that time, i was looking for some astute answer and thought that why he cannot find a better answer than this?
But as I stroll down the memory lane, I realise that what could have been a better answer than this.A country that is our motherland nurtures a child right from the moment of his birth.The child takes naps in the laps of her shadowy trees. He dwadles on her chest and what can be a happier moment for a mother than this.He tumbles down and she holds him in her arms.
But suddenly, the child who has grown into a man by his motherland's love leaves the country.He goes in search of money to pursue his ambitions .The blind love that he got from his country is of no importance to him.His country cries , she cries like anything ,the rivers are flooded with her tears.There is no one to console her . EveryBody was pointing out her short coming and going gaga over that man's abilities who has left the country.
Then there was a long lull. But listen to the distant cries of a man in pain.
It seems to be very famaliar sound.Then there are silhouettes of a man crawling on the ground, he is wounded.His wounds are emotional not physical.
He cries for help and her mother is on her toes to embrace him and love him as nothing had ever gone wrong between them and the man sleeps in the lap of her mother.
It seems that he has never slept in between and is currently the luckiest person earth who has all the things he wanted but all he wanted was his mother, his country,India.
That's why I love my country , my India.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
My Baba was aghast at such a trciky question.
Instead of jumping to any reply , he asked me the reason of asking such
a question.
I told him that in my school, everyone knows who they are?
I further explained that Ram told me that he is a hindu, Aslam is a muslim, Naman is a sikh, preetam is a parsi, Tom is a christian. So, I was not aware of who I am?
My Baba wore a discomfited look on his face but I had always known him as my role model who can never get upset in any situation.He took me into his arms and told me that "you are an Indian".At that time, i was looking for some astute answer and thought that why he cannot find a better answer than this?
But as I stroll down the memory lane, I realise that what could have been a better answer than this.A country that is our motherland nurtures a child right from the moment of his birth.The child takes naps in the laps of her shadowy trees. He dwadles on her chest and what can be a happier moment for a mother than this.He tumbles down and she holds him in her arms.
But suddenly, the child who has grown into a man by his motherland's love leaves the country.He goes in search of money to pursue his ambitions .The blind love that he got from his country is of no importance to him.His country cries , she cries like anything ,the rivers are flooded with her tears.There is no one to console her . EveryBody was pointing out her short coming and going gaga over that man's abilities who has left the country.
Then there was a long lull. But listen to the distant cries of a man in pain.
It seems to be very famaliar sound.Then there are silhouettes of a man crawling on the ground, he is wounded.His wounds are emotional not physical.
He cries for help and her mother is on her toes to embrace him and love him as nothing had ever gone wrong between them and the man sleeps in the lap of her mother.
It seems that he has never slept in between and is currently the luckiest person earth who has all the things he wanted but all he wanted was his mother, his country,India.
That's why I love my country , my India.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Review of Three Dog Night
some one has told that the "whenever you will try to hold sand , it will spill out of your hand".
Similar is the case with love. Whenever you try to get hold of some one you love, the relatioship begins to deteriorate.The main character of the story 'Herr Professor' also follows the same notion and doesn't wants to be possessive.
He and his wife wife havde come back from England to Australia.He has married to her student whom he had met during his stint as a prof. at England.
Writer has successfuly caricatured lively characters and their emotional Grand Guignol.
He has shown what does friendship means for a man like our 'Herr Prof.' .He has shown the
Prof. as a generous man willing to support his friend. His Friend however takes him for granted and tries to woo his wife.
So, Prof. and his gorgeous wife tries to be patient and do not neglect this bemired fellow.
So, the story has a number of instance where prof's friend makes awkward demands and how the humble couple copes with all this crap?
A bit lengthy and boring but conveys the gist of complex relationships in life.
Regards,
Sid
Similar is the case with love. Whenever you try to get hold of some one you love, the relatioship begins to deteriorate.The main character of the story 'Herr Professor' also follows the same notion and doesn't wants to be possessive.
He and his wife wife havde come back from England to Australia.He has married to her student whom he had met during his stint as a prof. at England.
Writer has successfuly caricatured lively characters and their emotional Grand Guignol.
He has shown what does friendship means for a man like our 'Herr Prof.' .He has shown the
Prof. as a generous man willing to support his friend. His Friend however takes him for granted and tries to woo his wife.
So, Prof. and his gorgeous wife tries to be patient and do not neglect this bemired fellow.
So, the story has a number of instance where prof's friend makes awkward demands and how the humble couple copes with all this crap?
A bit lengthy and boring but conveys the gist of complex relationships in life.
Regards,
Sid
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Review of Glass palace
It has beeen a long time since i read something like this.
This book contains the epic of a small town boy's struggle of life and his journey of pursuing his dreams.How that boy has survived in adversary conditions and maintained his poise?
This book depicts various instances of love blooming in the shadows of War
and bloodshed.It has several glimpses of the era of Kings.It gives us a feel thatwhat kind of life they led at that time.How people were indebted to them inspite of their atrocities? The world is not like it is in present scenario. The things that are on our fingertips were impossible to have in those days.
How can we realize the importance of making a call from our mobiles without being deprived of talking to our loved ones for years? One cannot value the price of Peace without facing a war.What our ancestors had gone through during World war 2 had been jotted down by the writer very skillfully.
However, there are certain things that i noticed and didn't liked ...
Towards the end of the book , Writer has disturbed the normal pace of the story .
He has hastened in finishing off many situations that were very deftly crafted by him in the
earlier part of the book....
But Overall , a must read and a good book for all avid readers.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
This book contains the epic of a small town boy's struggle of life and his journey of pursuing his dreams.How that boy has survived in adversary conditions and maintained his poise?
This book depicts various instances of love blooming in the shadows of War
and bloodshed.It has several glimpses of the era of Kings.It gives us a feel thatwhat kind of life they led at that time.How people were indebted to them inspite of their atrocities? The world is not like it is in present scenario. The things that are on our fingertips were impossible to have in those days.
How can we realize the importance of making a call from our mobiles without being deprived of talking to our loved ones for years? One cannot value the price of Peace without facing a war.What our ancestors had gone through during World war 2 had been jotted down by the writer very skillfully.
However, there are certain things that i noticed and didn't liked ...
Towards the end of the book , Writer has disturbed the normal pace of the story .
He has hastened in finishing off many situations that were very deftly crafted by him in the
earlier part of the book....
But Overall , a must read and a good book for all avid readers.
Comments invited
Siddhartha
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