Is grief a trophy? Something to flaunt?
Some people blurt it out to the most unknown of persons, some keep it within till it grinds their heart and wrenches their soul out.
Which is better?
People will listen to the former, will respect the latter. I sometimes wonder whether such skills should be taught in school.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Just remembered the mercy speech from high school - Merchant of Venice
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest- It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown.
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest- It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Rumination of the vella days
http://dmsiitdelhi.blogspot.in/2009/02/gandhi-greatest-manager-ever.html
One would argue that he was a great leader, popular amongst the masses. But the greatest manager? That seems too far fetched, doesn’t it?
Consider India to be an organization, downtrodden and overpowered by another competitor, Britain. Gandhi was the man who turned around the ‘company’. He had a foreign education when even stepping outside the country was considered unholy by superstitious India. He had the experience because he had revolted for his seat in a train in South Africa and had gone ahead to lead a revolution there. He had ethics, in his own sense. This much about qualifications.
But more importantly, he had the insight, what MBA students study as strategy today. He could foresee the situation and act accordingly. Yes sir, he had his ETOP and SWOT analysis in place for this vast organization! Once, fed up with the casteism that existed in the country, he took a broom and raced to clean toilets at Harijan homes. This can be considered as the most heinous crime that can be committed in those days. Congressmen pleaded and coaxed him but to no avail. Finally, such was his influence that educated, high caste Hindus ran after him and sided with him in the ‘act’. Thus had started the campaign to clean up the caste system which, unfortunately, was twisted and used for political purposes by his successors.
Indians feel emoted at the thought that bapu took to Khadi for the liberation of India. In fact, now everyone knows that he had calculated that the only way to kill the East India Company was to go indigenous. Dandi salt was another example. Still feel there could be a better manager for the nascent India Inc.?
Everyone blames him for India’s partition. What he did was allow the ‘company’ to be split because a portion of the ‘organization’ did not want to be its part. Can you force a worker to stay on in an organization when he wants to leave? Even if we blame the partition fully on that one man, what all he has done for India makes it seem as insignificant as cutting off the tiny finger to prevent cancer from spreading and killing the body.
Revile him all you want, but he was too great a manager to be lost within the nation’s boundaries. Few people know that there is a Gandhi road in the capital city of most countries in the world. Believe it or not, there is a Gandhi Road in Teheran, which is pronounced as Gendi Road; and you wouldn’t know what it means until you walk to the end of the road and see the bust of a bald man!
Gandhi- The greatest manager ever
Once upon a time, there was a skinny, dark, balding man, whose energy and leadership inspired millions to leave the comfort of their homes, come out onto the streets, and shout anti-government slogans without any fear whatsoever. At a time when Indians had lost all self confidence, he taught us to keep our heads high and stand against the greatest imperialist power in the world. Such was his charisma that at his one call, men, women and children stood in line to be thrashed by the police danda, left bleeding on the ground but their faith unfettered!
This man was M.K. Gandhi
This man was M.K. Gandhi
One would argue that he was a great leader, popular amongst the masses. But the greatest manager? That seems too far fetched, doesn’t it?
Consider India to be an organization, downtrodden and overpowered by another competitor, Britain. Gandhi was the man who turned around the ‘company’. He had a foreign education when even stepping outside the country was considered unholy by superstitious India. He had the experience because he had revolted for his seat in a train in South Africa and had gone ahead to lead a revolution there. He had ethics, in his own sense. This much about qualifications.
But more importantly, he had the insight, what MBA students study as strategy today. He could foresee the situation and act accordingly. Yes sir, he had his ETOP and SWOT analysis in place for this vast organization! Once, fed up with the casteism that existed in the country, he took a broom and raced to clean toilets at Harijan homes. This can be considered as the most heinous crime that can be committed in those days. Congressmen pleaded and coaxed him but to no avail. Finally, such was his influence that educated, high caste Hindus ran after him and sided with him in the ‘act’. Thus had started the campaign to clean up the caste system which, unfortunately, was twisted and used for political purposes by his successors.
Indians feel emoted at the thought that bapu took to Khadi for the liberation of India. In fact, now everyone knows that he had calculated that the only way to kill the East India Company was to go indigenous. Dandi salt was another example. Still feel there could be a better manager for the nascent India Inc.?
Everyone blames him for India’s partition. What he did was allow the ‘company’ to be split because a portion of the ‘organization’ did not want to be its part. Can you force a worker to stay on in an organization when he wants to leave? Even if we blame the partition fully on that one man, what all he has done for India makes it seem as insignificant as cutting off the tiny finger to prevent cancer from spreading and killing the body.
Revile him all you want, but he was too great a manager to be lost within the nation’s boundaries. Few people know that there is a Gandhi road in the capital city of most countries in the world. Believe it or not, there is a Gandhi Road in Teheran, which is pronounced as Gendi Road; and you wouldn’t know what it means until you walk to the end of the road and see the bust of a bald man!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Racist jokes
A yadav bhayya, a jatt and a bihari are riding in a car. Who's driving??
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The cops!
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Whats the difference between Raj Thackeray and a bucket of crap?
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The bucket!!!!
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The cops!
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Whats the difference between Raj Thackeray and a bucket of crap?
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The bucket!!!!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
MBA Dream Come True !
When we Indians start out on a mission, little do we know what lies ahead. The laurels we will achieve, just the thought of the benefits of success and the fame garnered by a distant relative, drives us on. Being a typical middle class Indian trying to make it big, thus started my ‘Mission MBA’.
However, society as it is, will try to equalise the haves and have-nots, by convincing you that its all a myth that you’re pursuing. ‘Put in 3 hours of study a day’, ‘just take those mocks seriously’ or mostly ‘Oh MBA entrance? That’s pure luck and nothing else’; are the answers one gets when one seeks honest opinions from people.
Ashoka was moved by death and destruction. Mother Teresa was moved by a helpless woman on the side of the road. I was moved when I looked at my salary slip. All three of us were so convinced of the misery that existed in this world that we decided to do something. Firstly I decided to bring down Mallya’s profits by cutting down on booze. Then I joined a ‘national-level’ test series. And finally I reduced time spent in office and actually started studying.
Sometimes the courage of the people of this country makes me wonder. Maybe this is the only nation where lacs of software professionals and engineers earning handsome salaries decide to leave it all and start studying standard 10th mathematics so as to give a shot at an exam which will make them toil for the next two years like mules; and this when the probability of getting into a b-school of choice is maybe one in hundred!
Another beauty of MBA entrance is called mock cats. To those of you who do not know what this beauty is (which is highly unlikely), it is a phenomenon which every MBA aspirant has to go through, so as to convince himself and others every week that he is worthy of appearing in the final examination, clichéd D-day (devil’s day for me). So when I started getting good scores in my mocks, it further pushed me on. Of course, not by the will to succeed, but by the belief that my friends had in me. After all its not everyday that you get to be called a winner by your flatmates and co-workers.
The day I appeared for JMET was specially designed by God for me. Not that I knew of it beforehand. I had already screwed up CAT, so hopes were low. Everybody had advised me to study some of the higher mathematics that is a trademark of this exam. I did not pay heed. When bright things suddenly start going wrong, you feel its all destined and you just have to go on playing your part.
However, when I got the paper, I did not pray, did not rush through the instructions, did not look at what others were doing (as I had done in the CAT exam). But I decided to give it my best, only in my limits. I did not have high hopes, so I read through the paper calmly but swiftly, solved whatever I could. By the end of the paper I was happy that the paper went slightly better than usual.
Since time immemorial, man has underestimated himself. I got an AIR 149, with calls from all the IITs. If nothing, this was going to be a source of inspiration for the rest of my life.
Dept of Management Studies, IIT Delhi had very late interviews, and by the time I got a call, I already had a couple of rejects and a few converts. However, I still decided to give it my best.
Adorned in a black suit and red tie (especially chosen by mom), I entered the battleground. In MBA jargon it is called Group Discussion. There were a total of twelve members and 3 invigilators. The professor wrote an abstract topic on the whiteboard, and gave us two minutes to think. A lady couldn’t control herself and started ‘firing’ within a minute. Everyone took the bait and started off. I had one eye on the 3 people who held our careers on the tip of their weathered fingers. They wore a bored expression. The screaming stopped within a minute, and sensing the opportunity I read out a point I had prepared while others were showing off their talking skills. I again looked at one of the profs, and saw that I had attracted his attention. I came back two more times, while continuously nodding my head in feigned interest to what every speaker had to say.
After 15 minutes we were herded out of the room. As soon as I was out, a senior came up and called my name. He said that the interviewers were ready and I was the first, however I could rest for five minutes. Confident with my success, I did not even blink when I said I was ready.
When I entered the small room I saw a lady and two gentlemen sitting calmly on a sofa. The room was so chilled, I wished I could turn down the air conditioner. However I thought otherwise, masked a smile and sat down on the only chair in the room. As soon as I sat down the lady asked me sweetly what corporate social responsibility was. My heart skipped a beat. I tried to recollect the small number of engineering lectures that I had attended, to get an answer. Of course I got none. I blabbered something about socially responsible people. One of the gentlemen woke up as if from a dream and asked me to give an example. I felt my head spinning. I tried to divert the topic by talking about Suzlon and Tulsi Tanti. Probably the interviewers took the bait and wandered away from corporate responsibility. After that I tried to and did answer most of their questions. I was almost shivering, but I hung on to dear life, much like the last scene in the movie Titanic. When they were done, they asked me if I wanted to know something about the institute. I was too much in a hurry to rush outside, and replied in the negative. The lady said “So are you satisfied?”, and I said yes, exchanged greetings and left.
I had a mixed feeling about the whole affair. It could be both a success story and a tragedy. So on the day the results were declared, when I finally saw my name on the IIT Delhi website, I did not react. I could not. The MBA dream had come true. Another middle class Indian was going to make it big!
However, society as it is, will try to equalise the haves and have-nots, by convincing you that its all a myth that you’re pursuing. ‘Put in 3 hours of study a day’, ‘just take those mocks seriously’ or mostly ‘Oh MBA entrance? That’s pure luck and nothing else’; are the answers one gets when one seeks honest opinions from people.
Ashoka was moved by death and destruction. Mother Teresa was moved by a helpless woman on the side of the road. I was moved when I looked at my salary slip. All three of us were so convinced of the misery that existed in this world that we decided to do something. Firstly I decided to bring down Mallya’s profits by cutting down on booze. Then I joined a ‘national-level’ test series. And finally I reduced time spent in office and actually started studying.
Sometimes the courage of the people of this country makes me wonder. Maybe this is the only nation where lacs of software professionals and engineers earning handsome salaries decide to leave it all and start studying standard 10th mathematics so as to give a shot at an exam which will make them toil for the next two years like mules; and this when the probability of getting into a b-school of choice is maybe one in hundred!
Another beauty of MBA entrance is called mock cats. To those of you who do not know what this beauty is (which is highly unlikely), it is a phenomenon which every MBA aspirant has to go through, so as to convince himself and others every week that he is worthy of appearing in the final examination, clichéd D-day (devil’s day for me). So when I started getting good scores in my mocks, it further pushed me on. Of course, not by the will to succeed, but by the belief that my friends had in me. After all its not everyday that you get to be called a winner by your flatmates and co-workers.
The day I appeared for JMET was specially designed by God for me. Not that I knew of it beforehand. I had already screwed up CAT, so hopes were low. Everybody had advised me to study some of the higher mathematics that is a trademark of this exam. I did not pay heed. When bright things suddenly start going wrong, you feel its all destined and you just have to go on playing your part.
However, when I got the paper, I did not pray, did not rush through the instructions, did not look at what others were doing (as I had done in the CAT exam). But I decided to give it my best, only in my limits. I did not have high hopes, so I read through the paper calmly but swiftly, solved whatever I could. By the end of the paper I was happy that the paper went slightly better than usual.
Since time immemorial, man has underestimated himself. I got an AIR 149, with calls from all the IITs. If nothing, this was going to be a source of inspiration for the rest of my life.
Dept of Management Studies, IIT Delhi had very late interviews, and by the time I got a call, I already had a couple of rejects and a few converts. However, I still decided to give it my best.
Adorned in a black suit and red tie (especially chosen by mom), I entered the battleground. In MBA jargon it is called Group Discussion. There were a total of twelve members and 3 invigilators. The professor wrote an abstract topic on the whiteboard, and gave us two minutes to think. A lady couldn’t control herself and started ‘firing’ within a minute. Everyone took the bait and started off. I had one eye on the 3 people who held our careers on the tip of their weathered fingers. They wore a bored expression. The screaming stopped within a minute, and sensing the opportunity I read out a point I had prepared while others were showing off their talking skills. I again looked at one of the profs, and saw that I had attracted his attention. I came back two more times, while continuously nodding my head in feigned interest to what every speaker had to say.
After 15 minutes we were herded out of the room. As soon as I was out, a senior came up and called my name. He said that the interviewers were ready and I was the first, however I could rest for five minutes. Confident with my success, I did not even blink when I said I was ready.
When I entered the small room I saw a lady and two gentlemen sitting calmly on a sofa. The room was so chilled, I wished I could turn down the air conditioner. However I thought otherwise, masked a smile and sat down on the only chair in the room. As soon as I sat down the lady asked me sweetly what corporate social responsibility was. My heart skipped a beat. I tried to recollect the small number of engineering lectures that I had attended, to get an answer. Of course I got none. I blabbered something about socially responsible people. One of the gentlemen woke up as if from a dream and asked me to give an example. I felt my head spinning. I tried to divert the topic by talking about Suzlon and Tulsi Tanti. Probably the interviewers took the bait and wandered away from corporate responsibility. After that I tried to and did answer most of their questions. I was almost shivering, but I hung on to dear life, much like the last scene in the movie Titanic. When they were done, they asked me if I wanted to know something about the institute. I was too much in a hurry to rush outside, and replied in the negative. The lady said “So are you satisfied?”, and I said yes, exchanged greetings and left.
I had a mixed feeling about the whole affair. It could be both a success story and a tragedy. So on the day the results were declared, when I finally saw my name on the IIT Delhi website, I did not react. I could not. The MBA dream had come true. Another middle class Indian was going to make it big!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
When I killed me
Tears in eyes, he stood over the cliff,
Challenging sanity
Unkempt hair, ruffling in the wind
Time seemed to have stopped
He wants to let go,
to end the aimless flight
Ears ringing, face smudged
God take me in ur abode
For a moment hate filled his eyes
He wanted to give her pain,
by hurting himself
Cut the skin slowly with a knife
Its fun
For a moment he turned gray,
nauseating
He wants to end it
to show her he had guts
But the loser that he was,
he wiped his swollen eyes
Turned, smiled, cursed
and turned back on his way
The fuckin journey
Challenging sanity
Unkempt hair, ruffling in the wind
Time seemed to have stopped
He wants to let go,
to end the aimless flight
Ears ringing, face smudged
God take me in ur abode
For a moment hate filled his eyes
He wanted to give her pain,
by hurting himself
Cut the skin slowly with a knife
Its fun
For a moment he turned gray,
nauseating
He wants to end it
to show her he had guts
But the loser that he was,
he wiped his swollen eyes
Turned, smiled, cursed
and turned back on his way
The fuckin journey
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