The source of light matters!

I had a presentation today. It was about pfizer pharma and its annual report analysis. Ours was the last presentation as we were not ready with the presentation. Our prof allowed us to give it at last. There came our chance. There were not more than 4 members in audience and our faculty member. We were at the podium waiting for the prof to finish his call. The projector was displaying our names on the screen with its sharp light rays. I put my hand in front of my name and the name disappeared from the screen and started appearing on my hand. I tried to hold those letters. I know that was the foolishest thing a 25 year old can do. But I did that and it was fun.

Some times the foolishest things in world teach you lessons for the life time. The names and images were flaunting their sharpness on the screen. But as sson as I kept my hand in between, the screen lost its beauty. It was as dull as before in its milky white color turned grey in shadow. The beauty disappeared as it was depended on some other source of light. Had it been a TV or LCD, no hand on earth could have taken its live colors. This is because the source of light is within the object. This is what happens with all those who shine. Gold doesn't glitter untill it is given external source. Its the radium that glows in the dark. We need to understand these properties. We tend to get impressed by the external sources. We get impressed on things which flaunt the light taken on credit from some other source. We don't understand that the shine is not their own. And thats why we are attracted towards gold. On the other hand, radium, that has its own energy within, glows from inside. Though the glow is not as attractive as gold's glitter, but it definitely proves that radium can stand on itself. It is not dependent on external light. It is powerful from inside - immensely powerful. Such is the internal strenght, that even if we hold that small piece of radium in our hands tightly, it would glow and try to spread light in the small vicinity of your hands.

The power actually lies within. We need to cultivate that power to come out and shine. And just as radium is not oberved untill its dark, the internal power is not discovered untill we are in the state of darkness- where we don't see anything. We are helpless, confused and dull. And then we see that small spot glowing as a ray of hope. Once that internal power is nurtured and cultivated to a full fledged power house, no hand can stop you from spreading the beauty and happiness around. Try to find your powers inside you. Trust yourself. Somewhere when you are in dark, you would find source. Nurture and cultivate it. And the world is yours. Good luck!

Types of power

1. ‘Charismatic‘ power. Some individuals have tremendous charisma and are able to build up personality cults.

2. Legitimate power is based on people having positions within a structured framework.

3. Expert power is based on the specialized knowledge possessed by certain individuals.

4. Political power stems from being supported by a group.

Leadership involves striking the right balance between these four sources of power, and using them when appropriate.

Leadership

Jason Jennings, in 'Hit the Ground Running' talks about the secrets of winning CEOs. The book has 10 'rules' for successful leaders, a few of which are listed:

•Practice the golden rule in everything you do - you will reap exactly what you sow

•Gain the belief of everyone around you instead of demanding of expecting respect.

•Ask everyone around for help; don’t pretend to have all the answers or the plan.

•Cultivate a fierce sense of urgency in everyone because either things aren’t going well and you need to fix them fast or things are going well but the world (and your circumstances) are going to change and you need to be ready.

The last point is for me. I need to develop this. Change is the only constant thing in world. And lack of sense of urgency in changing or completing things leaves you behind the rest of world. Think!

Example is not main thing in influencing others – it is the only thing

Exams

Internal evaluations of the mba course are going on... n in no mood to study...

why do exams have to be in this form? why can't exams be interesting? how can they be made loving and funfilled? Kapils sibbal may like to answer this!

Learnings from The Last Lecture

In last three days, I have come across 2 books in last 3 days and let me confess, I am in a buzzing state. Buzzing as in the thoughts are buzzing in my mind. Like the electric current in any circuit. First book was 'I too had a love story' by Ravinder Singh. It is a tragic love story. and a true love story. A love story where they never met. Amazzing! I am not talking about the language, its about the emotions. Its about love. Its about death - a sudden death. In hindi I would say it as - Hila k rakh diya! Second book I read is 'The Last Lecture' by Dr. Randy Pausch. Dr Pausch was a professor in Carnigie Mellon University and worked on Virtual Reality. He was diagonized by pancreatic cancer(This cancer has mortality rate of 96 %). He knew that he had few months of healthy life. In the CM univ, there is a tradition of giving Last dlecture before retirement and he planned to give his last lecture before he is no more. Here I am attempting to pen down some of the learnings from this book.

This is what Randy's parents said and I believe that it should be followed by every family to cultivate curiosity among oneself and more to that drenching that thirst. It says - If you have a question then find the answer. Don't sit like slobs and wonder arround. Open the encyclopedia, open the dictionary, open your minds. This I think would be the best way to cultivate your mind, rather open it.

Here are some more points which Randy's father believed.

Stories should be told for a reason.

Never take the decision untill you have to.

Play fair. Even if it is at your own cost.

Randy had some dreams since childhood. One of them was to experience zero gravity. He had that chance with Nasa. But unfortunately, as he was a faculty member, he was not allowed to participate. Then he some how managed to get in by pretending himself as a journalist. But he promised that their experiment would get enough coverage. It was here where he learnt that - Have something to bring to table; that would make you more welcome.

This incident is about his football dream. He wanted to play for NFL(National football league). On the first day of his coaching, his coach came without getting any football. Students asked for the reason. He said that there are 22 players on the field and just one of them is touching the football. We would first learn what the rest 21 do on the field. Lesson - Get the fundamentals right. Or else the fancy stuff on its top would not work.

There are a lot such learnings he has learnt. I would list them out here.

When you are screwing up something and no body says you anything, means they have given up on you.

Develop a feedback loop for your life.

There is no 'no-win' scenario. There has to be a way out. There has to be a solution.

The brick walls (hurdles/setbacks/hicups) are there for a reason. They are not there to keep us out. They are there to give us a chance to show the world that how badly we want something. This is an inspiring lesson. It says that you need to prove that you are worth of getting that before you get it.

Once he goes to disney land and as a child asks the gate keeper 'will this park get closed at 8 pm?' Gate keeper says - The park is open till 8 pm! - think on the difference.

A dutch uncle is aphrase for the one who gives honest feedback. For him it was his professor Andy van dam. This is related to the required feedback system for life.

People are more important than cars.

Not everything needs to be fixed.

This one is the most impressive - We cannot change the cards we are dealt. It is just how we play the hand.

Time is all you have. And one day you find that you have less than what you thought you had.. Who would know it better than a dieing man.

Some lessons on time:

Time must be explicitly managed. Like money.

You can always change your plan. For that you atleast need to have plans. So plan it.

Ask yourself - Am I spending it(time) on the right thing?

Develop a good filing system. That saves a lot of time.

Re think the telephone. Don't waste time on that.

Delegate things and trust people.

More things other than time:

Luck ois where preparation meets opportunity

Head Fake! - Read the book to know more.

Give yourself permission to dream- dream big.

Complaining does not work as a strategy. We all have finite energy and time. Stop whinning and spend 1/10th of that time on improving things arround. You would see the difference.

Treat the core diesase instead of the symptoms. This one needs more explanation. There was his co-worker. She was into some debt. And she used to be tensed about it. She started going to yoga classes on tuesdays for stress bursting. He suggested that if you skip yoga for a couple of months and do some part time job, you can repay your debt. why dont you try this. She agreed and in some 4 months, she was out of debt. So hence he says - treat the disease instead of symptoms.

He empasizes on team culture. Some learnings on it:

Meet people properly.

Find things you have in common.

Try for optimal meeting condutions. Every one should be comfortable.

Let every one talk.

Check egos at the door.

Praise each other.

What is experience. Experience is what you get when you dont get what you wanted. Deep sentence - give a thought.

Write hand written notes to express gratitude.

Send thin mints to get work done.

Apologize properly from deep inside the heart. Say the following to them:

What I did was wrong.

I feeel badly that I hurt you.

How do I make this better.

There are more than one ways to measure profit and loss.

The last but not the least - The head fakes work!

These are all heavy thoughts. To get into it deeply, read the book!

Thats all for now.

Thanks,

SD

MBA

Finally, am into it. I had been trying to get to an MBA course since long. and now m in it. I like it. I like the college. I like the campus. and the gym too. its again been a long since I have written anything here. I left writing. well, did I start writing? anyways. Now onwards, I would be using this blog for writing my learnings for the lifetime from the class.

Let me first write down what I have learned in last 3 months of my course.

1. Never think on how it is said. Think on what is said. Try to improve. It would definitely help.
2. Control your words, they are mirror of your character. Use them precisely.
3. Hit hard if you wanna hit. That too at the core. There is no point in regretting later.
4. Ability comes to rescue at the initial levels. Its your attitude that counts later. See Sachin and Kambli.
5. Keep an eye on watch. Speak less but effective.
6. Time is the most important resource in universe. Even money can be gained back, Time cannot be.
7. Be on Time.
8. Keep your words.

By the way, I've come to know what I want to do ahead. Thanks to SIIB's CCM. I want to become a good communicator/speaker/marketeer/ watever you call it.

Later.

SD

The irony of my life!

is that when ever I start doing somthing, the circumstances don't let me do that. Since last post, I didnt have a single such thought to write on. Huh!

Thoughts

It happens to me many a times... I, all of a sudden, think of something n dat leads to a wonderful thought process and the conclusions made through that process is worth writing some where. And then I think of where to write it. A piece of paper? or a diary? or in my mails.. or may be FB status or orkut.. but then these mediums are too outspoken. Paper pieces get washed away with the cloths. Diary is hard to maintain. mails get lost in the mail box and Social sites are too crowded. the status is displayed to even those people who are not interested in what I think. Then this thought process of where to ink my thought lead me to conclusion of this blog and here I am. giving words to my thoughts. I have this blog since long - some 3-4 years. But I used it only to put the good forwarded mails. I hardly get any readers and comments. And thats the best part. I dont want my thoughts to be too much published. These are not that wonderful and imaginative and creative, outlasting, extra-ordinary, life changing thoughts! They are simple thoughts of a not so serious boy(!) in his almost middle 20s thinking himself to be still a teenager. Just can't help it. I dont want to grow. I consider age as just a number. its the heart which ages out. anyways.... whocares. Coming back to what I was writing. The thoughts. This blog I think would be a great medium to pen my words down. Thanks to blogspot :-) rather google, for maintaining my unproductive blog for these long years. by the way am starting this process, so let me introduce my self. Saurabh Acharya - thats my name. At offic they call me SD(my initials. I like this name) and sometimes(rather most of the times, but I don't like this name) call me BABA (Saint in Hindi. No way m not of that kind. Its a long history abt the name.) Professionally, am a software Engg. (But not by heart) . Working in one of the mst reputed companies in India and abroad, as a DBA. I had a wonderful weekend this time. Enjoyed the weekend after almost 5 weeks of continuous work. On sat, took hands on the matrix dvds and completed the 3 parts in one go. Had planned for Harry Potter 6 but couldn't get time. Rest of the time I enjoyed with my family and GF. And endd the weekend with a wonderful dinner at Havmor (Its a eatary brand in India.) Rightnow going through the monday blues. Have to goto office at 1 PM. Yes, I work in shifts. And normally I work in noon shift. Right now watching some wierd program on TV. Shekhar suman suks in this Tedhi Baat.

So, let me end this with the thought of the day I heard yesterday at 'Satsang' -
'What is, is.
(What ever is the present situation, is the present situation. live in it. Dont bother of the past or future, you can not change the past, nor do you know the future! )
If you are in IS, you will be at EASE and if you are not in IS, you are in DISEASE' '
(Here IS is PRESENT.)

I hope you got that!
Let me know if any concerns or questions.
(Damn! this is how we end the official mails.)

Signing off,
SD

P.S. Btw, CNN has a story about Big B. chk it out.
And yesterday found a great source of oracle DB related scripts. Click on the link

Ambitions

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"
The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world." Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me. "With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" The first tree said. The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me. "He muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..." Many many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." her husband whispered, The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world. One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose.
The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth. One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beam were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth tremble with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
Moral of The Story
So next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you ........... It is not today's burdens that get to us. Rather it is the regret of yesterdays and fear of tomorrows. REGRET and FEAR, two thieves that steal away our today.
Wide-Angle:
Sender's Note:
Such articles seems to be written specially for smaRT associates - who may just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give next appraisal :)

Ambitions

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"
The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world." Years passed. The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me. "With a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" The first tree said. The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me. "He muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..." Many many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." her husband whispered, The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world. One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose.
The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth. One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beam were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth tremble with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
Moral of The Story
So next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you ........... It is not today's burdens that get to us. Rather it is the regret of yesterdays and fear of tomorrows. REGRET and FEAR, two thieves that steal away our today.
Wide-Angle:
Sender's Note:
Such articles seems to be written specially for smaRT associates - who may just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give next appraisal :)

Have a great week ahead

"Each day is a new canvas to paint upon. Make sure your picture is full of life and happiness, and at the end of the day you don't look at it and wish you had painted something different. "

First Love

FIRST LOVE
I, Karthik am a successful software engineer today. The long planned vacation to go to my hometown Madurai had become a reality at last. I hoped Kavitha and Vignesh would enjoy their weekend too. My Grandma, who has been my best friend till date was really happy to see all of us. She spent most of her time with Vignesh. That night happened to be a retrospective one to me. Grandma started narrating to Viggy one of my childhood incidents. She said… “Karthi as a child was very notorious yet so sweet. He was one of those children who seldom cry and would heed to all of our words. Then, it was his first day in a new school after his KG in another one. This was one of the very highly reputed schools in our town. His Dad and Mom wanted him to join this one as its standards were well known. When he returned from school that day he was a dull boy. His usual self was missing. None of us knew the reason. In the next 2 days he had become duller. That day we saw him crying for more than an hour for the first time, rather the first and last time”. I actually managed a dry smile here. They say the easiest thing in life is to smile from the heart. I felt that the toughest thing in life would be to smile from the face. Granny continued “There was something he didn’t like about that school. The next thing he knew was we put him in his previous school and got our joys back. Then on he has been our darling till today. So lively and never a dull moment when he is around. So try to emulate him in whatever you do kanna…”. Viggy had dozed off. It was Monday morning after a weekend that I would never forget. We were driving to Kavitha’s office. A bike rider gave us a skid. She saw the bike and yelled “That’s why I hate YAMAHA”. YAMAHA – My only crush in my teens. There was a time when my friend Venkat and I used to go to the canteen everyday at 12 noon to get a glimpse of a black beauty parked with its bars turned to the right unlike other bikes. Its gloss and shine gave us a dream and a heave. It was my 19th birthday and dad wanted to get me a bike. My choice was not theirs. They knew me as a rider and never would get me that one. I was an obstinate at this. Dad, Mom n granny had an hour’s discussion which saw me win the deal. But when my Mom gave me the keys of my own black Yamaha, she saw me in the eyes and said “We didn’t want to restrain your happiness but do remember that you are the base on which we are building our lives”. I was so happy that day and I wanted to repay their kindness in all that I did thereafter. “Kavitha, Can u get me a tea?” It was a full moon night. Hardly any stars were seen. I slipped into my memories again… “My college life was nothing better than school. Studies, fun at times and a huge aspiration ahead. I had few friends but none too close. There was that girl called Divya who was quietest in class. One of the simplest and ordinary looking but I don’t know how rather cant say why I was attracted towards her. She was always in the company of two of her friends Gayatri and Deepa. Theirs was a lonely group which many hated thinking that they had an attitude. I managed a smile whenever our eyes met. But I was waiting for a chance to talk to Divya. Came my birthday, I grabbed all my courage to give her a DairyMilk. She wished me and also asked for a treat to which I readily agreed. But the next few days saw us really busy as exams were round the corner and she helped me in all the materials gathering episode before the exams. We even started debugging and testing Graham Bell’s invention. Talks about lessons and at times about our families and then common interests saw us taking the relationship to a higher level. One day during our vacation I finally invited her to my home for the promised treat and also introduced all my dear ones to her. That was a day to remember for years to come I thought. She gelled well with all of us and this gave a sense of encouragement at the back of my mind. When she left my Dad said “She was very simple. Did she belong to a middle class family?” Ours being an upper class, this question sent the first shiver down my spine. But I felt that Dad wouldn’t have meant the other way. Whenever she was with me, I forgot myself. Our evening chats turned out to be a virtual video conference with me glancing at the moon and talking over the phone. The moon gradually started looking like her face to me. My parents thought that I shifted my bed to the terrace because of the scorching summer. One day Gayatri and Deepa met me alone in the lunchtime and said they doubted that Divya was getting crazier about me day by day and I should set it right if I didn’t feel the same way. This was the sweetest news I had heard in years and was so happy that I decided to talk with my granny regarding this. She would definitely talk on my behalf to dad and mom. “For the first time in life I felt like I had achieved something”. As I reached home, the situation was somber. My uncle had come to our home and was at his decibel best for which I learnt the reason was that my cousin had fallen in love with a guy from her class. Uncle was a very rigid person and wouldn’t budge. Grandma was trying to pacify him but in vain. That’s when Grandma told him “It has happened now. Don’t create an issue. After all parents should have kept an eye on their kids regularly”. I knew she meant only the good here but this provoked uncle who said “I will talk when Karthik faces a similar case. Till then its my family matter and not yours”. My parents took it only calmly and our house turned normal the very next day. But this incident sent across a very strong message to me. I realised that now my entire family’s reputation was in my hands. I thought that my parents would never object but what about the other relations, the society and the resulting mockery, ill fame etc. I spent sleepless nights. I avoided talking to my heart. I shifted my bed to my room. Hadn’t talked with Divya for a week or so. She called me for a movie “Kuch Kuch hota Hai” the following weekend. I couldn’t avoid it and obliged. But now I had taken my decision already. At the end of the movie, I put up my first act “What an absurd movie…How can such close friends become lovers rather life partners. The theme in itself is disgusting…”. She was silent for the entire ride back to her home. I bid her goodnight and hoped I had conveyed the message. Next day, her swollen eyes spoke for itself. Over the coming days I saw our relation going thru a trauma. I saw to that I was occupied in other things and never came face to face with Divya. She was on leave for days but never did she call me. Even after she came back, we occasionally met but amongst other friends. Silence prevailed in calls too. One somber chat ended with Divvu saying “Karth, your parents must be really lucky to have you as their son”. That day I felt she meant more in those words. Two months after college…she came home one day. Her face had lost its shine. I adored even the remains. She had come to invite us for her wedding. My dears were happy for her as they never really guessed otherwise. After she left, my grandma told me “Karthi, I would be really happy if you get such a girl as your life partner”. That night was the second time in my life when I.... Kavitha it was… “Viggy, tell dad its dinnertime and his half an hour terrace session is over. Now let him leave the moon for the sky”. She didn’t know that I had left her long ago. The moon hid herself behind a cloud for me to go down.

India is still a developing country.... Why so??

Ant & Grasshopper
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter ,the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.


Modern Version


The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.
NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.
Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.
Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticizes the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.
The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).
Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for "Bharat Bandh" in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.
CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.
Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath '.
Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.
The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.
Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.
CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later...
The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley .
100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India ...
As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the Grasshoppers, India is still a developing country!!!

Welcome to corporate world

LAW OF THE JUNGLE
Two guys were hiking through the jungle when they spotted a tiger that
looked both hungry and fast. One of the guys reached into his pack and
pulled out a pair of Nike.
His friend looked at him "Do you really think those shoes are going to
make you run faster than that tiger?"
I don't have to run faster than that tiger, his friend replied. "I just
have to run faster than you".
Welcome to the corporate world!!

Oasis to Mirage

Oasis to Mirage- an year in IT Industry



I would like to express my transition from real freedom to assumed freedom. I am here talking about my transition from my college to the booming IT industry. I would like to pour my one year experience of the so called glamorous and fun filled IT industry.
We used to wander those spacious heat filled open grounds and dirty class rooms with just 50Rs. in pocket and plan the whole week with that budget. But now we wander along the well cleaned, fully air-conditioned corridors with about five to six credit cards in our pocket planning where to swipe the cards. Credit cards eagerly waiting to eat next month’s salary. I can’t believe that it was just one year before that the 50Rs. seemed to be lacks now, lacks seems to be nothing.
College canteen, Tea shops were the favorite hot spots where we spent hours together, having a hearty chat with our buddies forgetting the whole world. But now Cafe Day, Quickies, Baristas have taken those places. What a coffee cost 2.5Rs last year has now gone up to 50Rs a cup.
Those precious days where we used to laugh for nothing, while chatting or while playing or even when you fail in your paper because you have got 30 marks for a empty paper. But now you rarely smile except the smile for the forward you just received or the smile to your PM to impress him.
Hate ness and Ego were the words you haven’t heard in those days. You smash or hit your friend for some reason and the next moment you walk along him with hands on his shoulders. But now you doesn’t like the guy sitting beside you because he’s getting a salary 10k greater that you or he’s always being appreciated by your PM. True friends are hard to find here
In college if some one is talking badly about your college you can find your blood boiling inside even though you don’t like your principal. But here loyalty is the lost word, whenever someone is talking badly about your company you join them to criticize your company. You join the company with the resignation day in the mind, is this loyalty. Don’t mind I have also planned my resignation date.
You have seen the late nights only on the eve of the exam, where you rely on your friend to wake him/ her at night 1 or 2. And how can we forget those last minute tensions in exam, you remember that only just before entering the exam you find that you have forgotten to revise a important question that your friend suggested that it will surely appear on this exam. You rush back and flip those Xeroxed pages with tension. But today you work at least 2 days a week till 1 or 2 in the night to deliver something to your unknown client who is at US or UK. You are aimlessly typing at the useless word document that your PM asked you to finish with his tailor made smile. Loads of tension with calls from home, with your eye lids eager to kiss each other and you promise them to allow it a little later, cursing Bill Gates for inventing MSWord.
Writing all these to celebrate my first anniversary at this field. It seems I have been in my own desert where I have realized that I am moving from the warmth ness of the Oasis to chase a mirage. A mirage that promises a lot of thing, but still its just a mirage. When I turn back I can find thousands chasing that mirage with a ID card around their neck. I wish all the best for them.

A Poem exploding an X-teenager's feelings of the college.. in hindi

For friends forever :

Is pal pe likhta hoon choti si ek kavita..

Yaad aayega sabko ke ek saal me kya-kya bita..

Ek acchaa job mil jaye sabke dil me thi yeh aas..

Bande jaate the walk-in me ban-than ke ekdum jhakaas..

Hamesha dhoonda karte koi ladki hain kya aas-paas..

Roz kiya karte the wo apti,C, Unix ya koi aur bakwaas..

Par nothing can beat the 'Analysis of Algorithms' ka trash !!!

Har walk in mein socha karte ke job mil jaye aaj..

Kal nahi soya to kya hua sounga mein job mil jane ke baad..

Har ek round k results ke liye kitne hote hum bekaraar..

Din bhar tension me karte results ka intezaar..

Sabka dil diya karta tha bas yehi ek pukaar..

Ke is baar to ho jaye apni naiyya paar !!!

Yaad hain mujhe kuch mere wo khushnaseeb yaar..

Jinka roz hua karta walk-in me sweet-sweet pyaar..

Duniya se chupte-chupate roz karte dil ka izhaar..

Aur poocha to kehte ' We're just friends yaar ' !!!

Aakhir aa hi gayi hum sab ki bichadne ki baari..

Koi gaya MNC me to kisi ne shaadi karke jindagi savari..

Sab kaam pe lag gaye ek-ek..baari-baari..

Bas reh gayi apni yaadein khatti-meethi pyaari-pyaari !!!

Ab bhi yaad aati hain mujhe wo " Results out " ki pukaar..

Kya pata kyu hum sab bichad gaye yaar..

Dil me hain jo baat keh deta hoon ek baar..

Tum jahan bhi ho doston..yaad aaoge baar baar..

રસ્તો કરી જવાના

Its a gujarati poem...

The theme is like... wat ever you do.. wat ever u say in these world... but u r not immortal.. u will die.. n so live ur life to the fullest..

its on the theme of the post below this.. abt charles schultz...
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."

n-joy





રસ્તો નહીં જડે તો રસ્તો કરી જવાના,
થોડા અમે મુંઝાઇ મનમાં, મરી જવાના !

નિજ મસ્ત થઈ જીવન આ પૂરું કરી જવાના,
બિન્દુ મહિં ડૂબીને સિન્ધુ તરી જવાના.

કોણે કહ્યું કે ખાલી હાથે મરી જવાના ?
દુનિયાથી દિલના ચારે છેડા ભરી જવાના.

છો ને ફર્યા નથી કંઈ દિ થી ડરી જવાના,
એ શું કરી શક્યા છે, એ શું કરી જવાના.

મનમાં વિચાર શું છે? અવિરામ કંઈ દિપક છે,
પ્રકાશ આંધીઓ માં પણ પાથરી જવાના.

એક આત્મબળ અમારું દુ:ખ માત્રની દવા છે.
હર ઝખ્મને નજરથી ટાંકા ભરી જવાના.

સ્વયં વિકાસ છીએ, સ્વયં વિનાશ છીએ,
સ્વયં ખીલી જવાના, સ્વયં ખરી જવાના.

સમજો છો શું અમોને, સ્વયં પ્રકાશ છીએ !
દીપક નથી અમે કે ઠાર્યા ઠરી જવાના.

અય કાળ, કંઇ નથી ભય, તું થાય તે કરી લે
ઇશ્વર સમો ધણી છે, થોડા મરી જવાના ?

યાંત્રિક છે આ જમાનો ફાવે છે વેગવાળા,
એ યુગ ગયા વિચારી પગલા ભરી જવાના.

દુનિયા શું કામ ખાલી અમને મિટાવી રહી છે?
આ ખોળીયું અમે ખુદ ખાલી કરી જવાના.


- અમૃત ઘાયલ

Philosophy of Charles Schultz

http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/schultzphilosophy.htm
Charles Schultz Philosophy
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.


Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.


Easier?



The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." (Charles Schultz)

Smile please....

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