tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-353286092024-03-13T07:19:19.291-07:00SomeAchaarThis is my space.It has been created for expressing my views and my take on things exclusively, which means I do not claim responsibility for views expressed in comments other than my own.Nobody is forcing you to read this blog on gunpoint. I am an iconoclast, a vegetarian, and brazenly audacious so if you have a problem with any of that, sue me! :-)Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-24252552800647773062010-01-07T00:56:00.000-08:002010-01-07T00:57:19.579-08:00Some Soul Touching lines - OST - Gulaalaisi saza deti hawa, tanhai bhi tanha nahi - 2<br />neendein bhi ab sone gayin, raaton ko bhi parwaah nahi<br /><br />aise main baarish ki boondon se apni saanso ko sehla bhi do.....<br />badhti hawan ke jhonko se apne dil ko nagma ko la bhi do.....<br />palkon ki konon pe baithi nami ko,dheeme se pighla bhi do..........<br />ye zindagi, aisi hi thi,tumne kabhie jaana nahi.......<br /><br />jeevan ki rahoon main aana ya jaana, bata ke nahi hota hai...<br />jaate kahin hai, magar jaan lena, ki aana wahin hota hai........<br />khone ki jid main ye kyun bhoolte ho, ki paana bhi hota hai....<br />wo pal abhi vaisa hi hai, chhoda tha jo jaisa wahin............<br />aisi saza deti hawa, tanhai bhi tanha nahi........<br />neendein bhi ab sone gayin, raaton ko bhi parwaah nahi.........Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-47154272538280110992009-10-10T04:01:00.000-07:002009-10-10T04:04:27.526-07:00TOI doing "yellow journalism"??????Why women cheat?<br /><br />This was an article featured in TOI edition of today, and as expected it aroused a lot of sentimental feedback as well. This was always gonna be the case and I guess the newspaper knew it very well before it even published it. So there are two controversies here<br /><br />1. Should a Indian newspaper publish such articles which are an “obvious’ violation of Indian culture?<br />2. Even if it is assumed that this is a free culture, are we allowed or justified to give acceptance to ‘extra marital’ affairs, or flings as the article calls it.<br /><br />I am taking on the second controversy listed first. A deeper reading of the article would suggest that male cheating his counterpart is now a acceptable part of our society and now women are finding themselves “empowered” or “liberated” enough to have similar flings. So lets check if it is true? And if yes for whom, if no then probably forum opens up for the first controversy in action here.<br />As per a UN report 2008, 60% of married women in India face “domestic violence”, so I assume that 60% of the married women are not even empowered with fundamental right of dignity , having “liberty” to have flings is far by true a thing for these women. To actually empower these women India had this “bell bajao” movement started in 2008.<br /><br />May be if this logic is not enough the below statistics will make the picture clearer<br />India Country Statistics - DHS<br /><br />India Country Statistics - DHS<br />Indicator 1992/93 1998/99<br />Percentage of women with no education 61.5 53.5<br />Percentage of women with access to newspaper, television and radio 11.9<br />Total fertility rate (children per women) 3.4 2.8<br />Median age at first birth for women age 25-49 (years) 19.4 19.4<br />Percentage of teenagers who have begun childbearing 23.2 20.6<br />Percentage of married women currently using any method of family planning 40.7 48.2<br />Percentage of married women currently using any modern method of family planning 36.5 42.8<br />Median age at first marriage for women age 25-49 (years) 16.9 16.9<br />Percentage of married women who want no more children 25.9 27.5<br />Percentage of married women with an unmet need for family planning 16.5 15.8<br />Mean ideal number of children 2.9 2.7<br />Infant mortality rate (per 1,000 live births) 78.5 67.6<br />Under-five mortality rate (per 1,000 live births) 109.4 94.9<br />Percentage of children fully immunized 35.4 39.4<br />Median breastfeeding duration (months) 24.4 25.4<br />Percentage of women who have ever heard of AIDS 40.3<br />Percentage of women who know no ways to avoid AIDS 17.5<br /><br />So as per the census of 2001, the total number of women ever married was 43,715,682 of the total women population of 80,546,940. To sum up <br />54% of the total women population is married<br />Out of these 60% do not even have fundamental security / freedom / dignity, which leaves me with 40% of this 54%, which is a number of 17486373 approximately. And I assume the women with “access to newspaper, television and radio “would be amongst these 40% only, and it can only be this population of women who would take a proactive step to cheat on their husbands as the article suggests.<br />We boil down to a population of 2098365. <br />Now lets check on the stats of divorces filed from 2001 in india. I am considering cases for following<br />1. Incompatibility issues<br />2. Money / Monetary issue / Dowry<br />3. Deficiencies / disorders<br />4. Desertion<br />5. Mutual consent for divorce<br />Last three will have a direct correlation with the issue in taking, but giving editor a benefit of doubt we will take the entire figure of divorces, which is 1,00,000 as per census of India 2001, which is 4% of 12% of 40% of entire women population in India.<br /><br />I guess Mr. Editor, needs to explain now whether his newspaper has a base of only these many readers or have they also joined the league of “yellow journalism” and are sown to selling sex, and controversy to spice up some circulation.<br />On a ligher note, that is why I always said, rakhi should not be allowed to have national impact… it has ruined the intellectuals as well.Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-87093791587500856452009-10-10T00:10:00.000-07:002009-10-10T00:12:30.714-07:00Working on a saturday!!Hi,<br /><br />This is Bhupen reporting from company's headquarters of the country on a Saturday morning...... <br /><br />I was supposed to sleep today and finally finish my shifting of stuffs :(<br /><br />and now i am free but can't go back.....Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-92211031427035573622009-10-08T00:47:00.000-07:002009-10-08T00:48:33.826-07:00Another long "day" at workwent back at 3.30, came back at 9...... <br />i had heard "audits kill", now i know how...Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-86977307697219775562009-10-01T02:36:00.001-07:002009-10-01T02:37:17.261-07:00These Lyrics Rock - OST Kaminey(kya kare jindagi isako hum jo mile<br />isaki jaan kha gaye raat din ke gile) - (2)<br />raat din gile meri aaraju kamini, mere khaab bhi kaminey<br />ik dil se dosti thi ki hujur bhi kaminey<br />kya kare jindagi isako hum jo mile<br />isaki jaan kha gaye raat din ke gile<br /><br />(kabhi jindagi se maanga pinjare mein chaand la do<br />kabhi laalten deke kahaan aasmaan pe taango) - (2)<br />jine ke sab karine hai hamesha se kaminey<br />kaminey, kaminey, kaminey, kaminey<br />meri daastaan kamini, mere raaste kaminey<br />ik dil se dosti thi yeh hujur bhi kaminey<br /><br />jisaka bhi chehara chhila andar se aur nikala<br />maasum sa kahu toh naajaat more niakala<br />kabhi hum kaminey nikale kabhi dusare kaminey<br />kaminey, kaminey, kaminey, kaminey<br />meri dosti kamini, mere yaar bhi kaminey<br />ik dil se dosti thi ki hujur bhi kamineyBhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-88751676843476502282009-10-01T02:30:00.000-07:002009-10-01T02:36:03.900-07:00Postings from Office!!Yesterday i left at 11.50 PM from office..... and today i am relatively free...there was fire all over the place... we had misplaced one important piece of document, which could have left us gasping for breath in the ongoing audit.<br /><br />We could not find it in the night... everybody gave up at 11.30, and then we ordered some pizza's for dinner....<br /><br />Crazy as it can get... we found it first thing in the morning! :-)Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-62024783028904182972009-07-31T00:23:00.000-07:002009-10-01T02:41:18.064-07:00My Pursuit of Happ’y’ness<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBHUPEN%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:441800525; mso-list-type:hybrid; mso-list-template-ids:-1143320166 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715 67698703 67698713 67698715;} @list l0:level1 {mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-.25in;} ol {margin-bottom:0in;} ul {margin-bottom:0in;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">There is an “I” in Happiness, and not a “Y” but the irony is that most of the times it is a big “why” which needs to be answered before reaching the “I”. I also happened to go through a similar journey in past 9 months. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Yes 9 months is the time which it takes for a baby to travel its journey from inception to birth and may be it’s a coincidence but it is exactly the time which I took to get some of my most burning questions answered. But you ask any of the three, the baby, and the mother who carried the baby or even me………… “Was it as easy as it looked?” and I can assure you the answer is “No, it’s definitely much more difficult and tough than it looks”</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">October 2008 – this part of my life is called questioning<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The annual national summit held at my insti was in full swing, we had big shots visiting us, CEO’s / COO’s, MD‘s , Board of directors of top MNC interacting with us in a formal set up directly. But all these things have actually lost there meaning and have become more of an event where B-Schools display their “strength”; who can manage to call dignitaries of which level……. Anyways, I had distanced myself from the back end part of it having worked in it for first year. This time I wanted to notice and find out, what makes them successful?<span style=""> </span>I wasn’t gonna do by the words they speak, MBA had very well prepared me for any glamorous, jazzed up language. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">After noticing them, asking them questions, speaking with them I realized that every person was very different, so what is it that makes you more successful? I had done my MBA for a very different reason, I had not looked at it as a finishing school to get fat pay cheques, but very soon after entering the college I realized that others had only this reason to so this course. So my questions were building up</p> <ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Why did I choose to do my MBA? </li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">If this country has a million of MBA grad coming out every year, what makes me different?</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">What makes someone more successful than other?</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Where do I want to be at age 45?</li></ol>
<br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">November 2008 – this part of my life is called hoping and believing<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">“India Decoupled”, “Recession not to hit <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place>”, “Companies still hungry for talent” and many articles like this in a leading financial daily had me believe that everything was fine with Indian MNC’s. I could afford my dream of looking for a profile and not CTC, and times were not bad enough to not even look at any of them but just grab a job! </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I was hoping, I <i style="">hoped </i>that I will definitely get something which I would enjoy doing, where I would enjoy being. I <i style="">believed</i> that I was good enough a candidate that even if I get to sit in one company of my choice and match, I will make it through. People around me mocked at my belief and hope since times were continuously getting tougher.
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<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">December 2008 – this part of my life is called Decision Making<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style=""><o:p> </o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Placement season had started, and an unexpected number of companies had finally refused to visit, citing “uncertainty”. Most of them planning to visit in February / March, once things get settled in the markets.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I could have made it to first company itself, since it asked for a CGPA, not many had, but I chose not to. I could have got through in the second company since it was looking for an experience I had, and I had a brilliant one, but I chose not to. Some companies came, went, and finally I sat in a company which was being sold to a Indian IT giant. I hoped that I would get a profile I wanted, but the HR wasn’t too sure of the openings. So she put me on hold, took my resume with her saying “I would get back to you”. By then I wasn’t experienced enough to know this actually means “Chances are bleak buddy, I am not too sure”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The first round of companies was exhausted – and I was jobless. Close friends, relatives and near & dear ones tried to convince me that I should be grabbing anything which comes my way in these times.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">But I decided</i> to wait and was ready to go down on roads to search a job, which might pay be a Zilch but give me something which I would enjoy doing.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">January 2009 – this part of my life is called reality check<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Surrounded by the secure environment of my insti, I had made some bold decisions but the reality outside was harsh, bitter and very much not to my likings. My friends in other B-Schools had already taken up the first thing which came their way and were happy “settled”, while companies outside were not responding at all. I registered myself at job portals, which by the way were full of CV’s and a general perception amongst the HR fraternity was that “best would have already got a job”, which I believe is not completely true in such times. May be the desperate lot, or people who do not have a belief that they can survive the dark days are the first ones to get placed apart from a few who are lucky enough to find a matching opportunity of their liking.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Final Sem project was to begin next month and none of the unplaced students wanted to go out of the city to do a project, so ultimately 3-6 people ended up doing one GB project!! Like a breather for a person gasping for breath, I got a chance to work with the ITeS leader of world, but the opportunity was in Gurgaon, away from the place companies would be visiting to hire…….. But the project was only for me, in a great set up and of my liking. This was something I wanted to do…. But the risk of leaving the campus was huge….. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I finally decided to chuck everything and join in Gurgaon. It was a move taken by “Risk –Reward analysis”. Risk was that I was leaving the hiring event at campus, and the reward was based on the fact that 100% of the interns from our campus had got job offer from this company. And I left for this new destination of mine; still hoping that something good will happen in coming two months.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">February 2009 – April 2009 – this part of my life is called internship<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With hopes floating high and belief on Almighty and oneself intact I joined as an intern on the 4<sup>th</sup> day of February. My mentor was an IIM grad, and in the very first meeting she set her expectation clear on table, 1. Nothing substandard would suffice her requirement, 2. She expected me to be on the ‘job’ for a minimum 12 hours a day 3. Even when I had no exposure to a call center floor, I was expected to learn quickly and never sit in front of her without a notepad to note down her feedback!!!!!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I had only a smile to give back to her, but I knew it was going to be a tough ride in coming 3 months. The very first day I was handed over a 200 page COPC standard document to go through and learn, adapt to call center vocabulary. I sat on the floor, where people around me were continuously speaking over a head set, appeasing and solving queries of some Australian. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I knew no body, and nobody bothered who am I or what am I doing here…. I used to have my lunch alone, tea on my seat because work was the only entertainment left for me….. My place of stay was friendlier but I used to reach only by 11 in night and leave at 8 again in morning. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I had limited money, so I had to wash my clothes in a basin, eat whatever was available at lowest rate in market, take the cheapest mode of transportation, walk to the extent I could walk, and look for any opportunity to save.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For the first 40 days, I felt unnoticed, unappreciated and unrecognized for the amount of hard work I was putting in. I was not getting time to check my mails and missed out on numerous occasions to sign up for companies. Things back had changed; people were less bothered about anybody who was not in campus. As one of them said to me later, “For me only students in campus count, we are not counting anybody else”. It seemed I had taken a very bad deal for myself; I left the comfortable stay of campus, got into a environment where I was not ‘required’ and was loosing opportunities to get placed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But I didn’t know that it was just the beginning of the price I needed to pay to “do something I like, the way I like, and where I like”.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Things got worse; close one’s who had some expectation from me started putting pressure in one form or other, doubted my capabilities and even my dream. Every possible explanation tabled and argued over for me to bow down and accept even a job which would pay me less than what I was earning as an engineer. I was starting to get sleepless nights, some nightmares and tension good enough to make some painful impressions on my lower neck!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">While I was in this deep whirlpool of events, on the 43<sup>rd</sup> day of my internship, I received my first appreciation from my guide. This was the first time she had spoken positively about the work I had done, and made me realize that it was just not a Green Belt project which I am doing. Her words made me felt that I had some hope of getting absorbed in this company itself. However destiny had some other plans for me, while my guide became more of my mentor for both the spheres of work, it was to be found that there was a huge bench of people in my band, so it was next to impossible for getting absorbed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Days went on and finally when all my efforts started failing, I started working on my employment with full bat thrown at it, I was working 18 to 19 hours a day, 11 – 12 hours in office, 1 hour travelling and rest on net surfing for jobs, applying on portals, uploading my resume on company websites, calling and contacting job consultants. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I would not have sent less than a 500 e- mails, made phone calls which costed me around 3000 INR per month, countless uploads of resume, numerous versions, and the upper limit to apply jobs on portal exhausted!!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">My dream was broken, shattered badly, and a lesson “A bird in hand is better than two in the bush” learnt the hard way!!! May be the answers to my questions were something like this 1. I was a fool to take up MBA and that too in this stream, 2. Only opportunists succeed in this worked 3. People who take up the first thing in life and flow with the time are the ones who are more successful than people who fight against the flow.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As a great gesture of help and support, my mentor and her boss got together to get me an extension of internship, a thing which had never happened in this company before!! And this gave a happiness which I had not experienced before as well, to be different than a lot of people around, and getting recognized for it was a new experience. While there was some relief through this, times had not changed; I was out on the roads of Gurgaon, with resume in my hand and a presentation. I went door to door to many companies in Sec – 18, DLF where most of the companies of Gurgaon are… sweating under hot scorching sun, walking on roads, not knowing what had gone wrong that I had to see these days after passing out of an elite B-School of <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">By now I had learnt a few very important lessons, this lean, harsh ruthless period had taught me how to evaluate an opportunity, it gave me some fabulous exposure to meet people of the likes of my mentor, her boss and a few others with whom I wish to have a long lasting relationship. It taught me how even good people can turn bad in some situations, and most importantly I learnt that Trust, Hope, and Belief are three life lines which a person should always use. They should be a non exhaustive resource for you, and every time <span style=""> </span>the going gets tough, things seem to have gone so out of control that nothing seems correct around, you are in a phase where you hate someone you have loved most, then you should give it some time. Just release things and sit back for events to unfold, accept whatever is the present reality. Relax very hard, I say very hard because relaxing is the most difficult thing to do in such times, and start enjoying your daily life without thinking about the future. Have courage to smile back at bad luck, tough times.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i style="">June 29<sup>th</sup> 2009 – This part……….. This little part of my life is called “happ’y’ness”<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In an ongoing fight for a job, I ultimately made it through to a world giant, the best of even what the people who got placed in October – December period had got. It was my last hope, but certainly wasn’t the least. This small moment of life……… which trickled a few tears around my eyes, many in my mothers eyes, and some in the eyes of near ones, is called Happiness. I will treasure this moment for my entire life, and remember my fight……………………………………… my new birth. The ‘y’ was conquered, and ‘I’ was back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</p> Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-36591445092029453402009-05-21T09:23:00.000-07:002009-05-21T09:28:17.971-07:00.... And Another one yearI don't know how but this time of may around last year i had thought that i would constantly update my blog.... and an year has gone by and today i am putting in this confession in public that i was relatively free this year than the previous year.... and still i fail to blog!!!<br /><br />More interestingly I fail to understand why it has to be a week in May that i somehow decide to take it up again????? hmmmm needs some good logic......<br /><br />But things have been more complex and harsh, so lemme just say i need to blog.... not for anybody else but myself...... and i promise myself to do that.........Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-38859634909288399622008-05-28T23:44:00.000-07:002008-05-29T06:21:27.329-07:00It has been one long yearYes, it has been one year since i last blogged. Life has taken a lot of twists and turns , ups and downs, and i have experienced all the nava rasa of life viz, happiness, anxiety, courage etc.... It was this time last year when i was in bangalore, completely clueless of what life had in store for me, as i am today, sitting here in gurgaon, doing my internship with IBM Daksh. A lot of things happened both in my world and in the other world as well, but to find a combination of leisure time and a mood to scribble something was never to be found.<br /><br />I have lost touch with many of my friends who by the way have progressed in their professional as well as personal lives, from marriage to becoming a dad, and getting admissions in some of the best institutes on this planet, moving into some of the best firms known, people have done it! Way to go buddies!<br /><br />All i have to say is .... " Miss you Guys!!"Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-55653384992397383152007-05-09T23:11:00.000-07:002007-05-09T23:14:31.380-07:00Independent India<div align="justify">India celebrates 150 years to its first fight for independence, and 60 years of independence.In last one week, things which happened around me, make me feel, that nothing has changed, except that earlier<strong> Powerful British exploited weak Indians and now, Powerful Indians exploit average, middle class Indians.</strong> Last week I had to visit a bank nearby, i took my bike n parked it on the pavement besides a tree. To my surprise, when I came out of bank, after a rough 2.5 hours, where bank officers enjoyed most of the time in tea/coffee breaks and chit chatting to each other, my bike was missing. I was very coolly told by the bank guard that the traffic department had taken my bike for parking in “No Parking”. No Parking besides a tree? On pavement of a bank?<br /><br />I went to the local police station and the traffic in charge, instead of charging me for wrong parking, asked for all sought of papers, NOC, PUC, TAX, Insurance, DL, blah blah, blah… and after he showed no signs for consideration, I asked him what I must have asked to save a lot of time… “How much”? He gladly said 500, I refused, and finally he let me off for 400.My only crime, I am using a bike of KL (Kerala) registration in KA (Karnataka).<br /><br />Only two days later, I was robbed in broad day light on a busy main street of Bangalore, BTM II nd stage, Udipi Gardens. He took nothing less than Rs 13,990/-, price of my 1.5 month old Nokia N70 mobile phone. In a state of huge shock, I went to nearby police station, where the constable ridiculed me for my “carelessness” and the sub inspector refused to take the FIR. Finally I got to meet the inspector, after a lot of “interrogation”, which almost made me feel like a criminal myself, he agreed to take the complaint, but refused to take the FIR. <strong>In an independent India, an engineer of a reputed firm like Wipro Technologies fails to register a FIR, which by the way is “right” of any citizen of “free” India. I can only imagine what a poor, uneducated, or say a rural Indian might be going through to file a FIR. It only explains to me how cases like Nithari go unnoticed for years.<br /></strong><br />But the tale of free India is not over yet, I go to Nokia priority dealer to get my mobile blocked, who in turn suggests me not to waste time on all this, as police will not give you an fir, and even if you have an FIR we cannot block a GSM phone, Untill <strong>the service provider (Hutch in my case) provides me with a letter stating that after FIR the mobile has been found in use, and further blocked by the company.</strong> I went to Hutch care shop, where I was enlightened about the fact that this can be done by a service provider, only if they would have paid there tax on time, which by the way only BSNL does. So even after I try hard to get justice for myself, I have been rendered helpless, speechless and desolated in all this happening only to say………… <strong>Mera Bharat Mahan! Jai Hind!!</strong></div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-38047464188312320042007-05-01T23:36:00.000-07:002008-11-12T23:23:43.754-08:00oops! She did it again<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpZPjNGZ0SA/RjgyWjKq-II/AAAAAAAAAC0/1MB6ZRKsFlE/s1600-h/beingrakhi248.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059849544329263234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpZPjNGZ0SA/RjgyWjKq-II/AAAAAAAAAC0/1MB6ZRKsFlE/s320/beingrakhi248.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Queen of Controversy is back in action, this time <a href="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rakhi_Sawant">booked for hurting religious sentiments of Bhuddhists</a>.I think she is definetly on her way to make a world record in number of controversies involved, she is certainly giving <a href="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salman_Khan">Salman Khan</a> , a run for his money!LoL</div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-7789066109541685582007-04-16T22:35:00.000-07:002007-04-16T22:40:13.109-07:00The other face of Indian Economy<div align="justify">When foreigners say <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bangalore">Bangalore</a> is India's version of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/silicon">Silicon Valley</a>, the high-tech office park called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronics_City">Electronics City</a> is what they're often thinking of. But wait a moment, before you reach there, lets cross Hosur Road. This potholed, four-lane stretch of gritty pavement—the primary access to Electronics City—is pure chaos. Cars, trucks, buses, motorcycles, taxis, rickshaws, cows, donkeys, and dogs jostle for every inch of the roadway as horns blare and brakes squeal. Drivers run red lights and jam their vehicles into any available space, paying no mind to pedestrians clustered desperately on median strips like shipwrecked sailors.<br /><br />Enter EC, and there is a significant change in the view, you hear are the chirping of birds and the whirr of electric carts that whisk visitors from one steel-and-glass building to the next. Young men and women stroll the manicured pathways that wend their way through the leafy 80-acre spread or coast quietly on bicycles along the smooth asphalt roads. This is exactly the place which is driving the <a href="economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1314916.cms">economic boom in India</a>, with over 40% of software exports emerging from this place secluded from the congested city of Bangalore.<br /><br /><br />But this economic boom is being built on the shakiest of foundations. Highways, modern bridges, world-class airports, reliable power, and clean water are in desperately short supply. For all its importance, the tech services sector employs just 1.6 million people, and it doesn't rely on good roads and bridges to get its work done. India needs manufacturing to boom if it is to boost exports and create jobs for the 10 million young people who enter the workforce each year. Suddenly, good infrastructure matters a lot more. The infrastructure deficit is so critical that it could prevent India from achieving the prosperity that finally seems to be within its grasp. Without reliable power and water and a modern transportation network, the chasm between India's moneyed elite and its 800 million poor will continue to widen, potentially destabilizing the country. The problems are even contributing to overheating in the economy. Inflation spiked in the first week of February to a two-year high of 6.7%, due in part to bottlenecks caused by the country's lousy transport network. Up to 40% of farm produce is lost because it rots in the fields or spoils en route to consumers, which contributes to rising prices for staples such as lentils and onions.<br /><br />India today is about where China was a decade ago. Back then, China's economy was shifting into overdrive, but its roads and power grid weren't up to the task. So Beijing launched a massive upgrade initiative, building more than 25,000 miles of expressways that now crisscross the country and are as good as the best roads in the U.S. or Europe. India, by contrast, has just 3,700 miles of such highways. It's no wonder that when foreign companies weigh putting new plants in China vs. India to produce global exports, China more often wins out.<br /><br />Blame it partly on India's revolving-door democracy, “leakage"—India's euphemism for rampant corruption, decades of underinvestment and political inertia, and the list might continue. And so it goes in India. Unless the nation shakes off its legacy of bureaucracy, politics, and corruption, its ability to build adequate infrastructure will remain in doubt. So will its economic destiny.</div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-57413702850391817542007-04-10T22:08:00.000-07:002007-04-10T22:31:09.907-07:00Hum Hindustani!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Let me tell you about a little girl who was born into a very poor family in a shack in the Backwoods of Tennessee. She was the 20th of 22 children, prematurely born and frail. Her survival was doubtful. When she was four years old she had double pneumonia and scarlet fever - a deadly combination that left her with a paralyzed and useless left leg. She had to wear an iron leg brace. Yet she was fortunate in having a mother who encouraged her. Well, this mother told her little girl, who was very bright, that despite the brace and leg, she could do whatever she wanted to do with her life. She told her that all she needed to do was to have faith, persistence, courage and and indomitable spirit.</span> </span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So at nine years of age, the little girl removed the leg brace, and she took the step the doctors told her she would never take normally. In four years, she developed a rhytmic stride, which was a medical wonder. Then this girl got the notion, the incredible notion, that she would like to be the world's greatest woman runner. Now, what could she mean - be a runner with a leg like that?</span> </span></p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">At age 13, she entered a race. She came in last - way, way last. She entered every race in high school, and in every race she came in last. Everyone begged her quit! However, one day, she came in next to last. And then there came a day when she won a race. From then on, Wilma Rudolph won every race that she entered.</span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">Wilma went to Tennessee State University, where she met a coach named Ed Temple. Coach Temple saw the indomitable spirit of the girl, that she was a believer and that she had great natural talent. He trained her so well that she went to the Olympic Games.</span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;">There she was pitted against the greatest woman runner of the day, a German girl named Jutta Heine. Nobody had ever beaten Jutta. But in the 100-meter dash, Wilma Rudolph won. She beat Jutta again in the 200-meters. Now Wilma had two Olimpic gold medals.Finally came the 400-meter relay. It would be Wilma against Jutta once again. The first two runners on Wilma's team made perfect handoffs with the baton. But when the third runner handed the baton to Wilma, she was so excited she dropped it, and Wilma saw Jutta taking off down the track. It was impossible that anybody could catch this fleet and nimble girl. But Wilma did just that! Wilma Rudolph had earned three Olympic gold medals.</span> "</p><p align="justify"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Would wilma still be an olympic champ if she was born in India? Do we have that "professional" outlook and belief in some one else's dream? It's good to say and write "Proud to be an Indian", "India Poised", but untill and unless, we seriously do something about the attitude of people of this country, we might be missing out on many "Wilma's" who can make us proud. And the best person to start this change would be ....................??</span></p>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-8477231099806827552007-04-05T23:12:00.000-07:002007-04-05T23:24:58.330-07:00Missing the flavours of life<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">woh firaaq aur woh wisaal kahaan ?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">woh shab-o-roz-o-maah-o-saal kahaan ?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">thee woh ik shakhs ke tasavvur se</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">ab woh raanaai-e-khayaal kahaan ?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">'eisa aasaan naheen lahoo rona</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">dil mein taaqat jigar mein haal kahaan ?</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">muzmahil ho gaye quwa'a 'ghalib'</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">wo anaasir mein 'eitdaal kahaan ?</span></em></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">[firaaq = separation, wisaal = meeting, shab = night, roz = day, maah = month, saal = year ,tasavvur = imagination, raanaai-e-KHayaal = tender thoughts , haal = spiritual ecstasy , wabaal = calamity, muzmahil = exhausted/idle, quwa'a = limbs, anaasir = elements, 'eitdaal = moderation ]</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">I don't remember when it was last when i laughed freely, when i called up a friend just to say a "hi", when i watched a complete movie on my laptop, went for a ride just for fun, teased a close friend, had a coffee in some nice ambience, bunked a "class", slept for long hours, i did not compromise, had fun....................................</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#333333;">Life just got very cruel to me, and i miss my Father a lot now a days, just started feeling whether God has left me alone in this concrete jungle, i want to look back and see if someone is with me...........</span></div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-13571331383737124032007-04-04T03:20:00.000-07:002007-04-04T03:27:17.998-07:00Account of an anonymous Software Engineer!<div align="justify">A software engineer today enters the corporate world with a lot of zeal, enthusiasm and expectations. But what he doesn't know is that reality is too ugly for him to look at.... i was lucky enough to be on bench for just 2 weeks, i have a few colleagues of mine who have been on bench for more than 4 moths now. Yes 4 months, and once i saw a HR manager and PM talkin to them, and wondered if this is what they would be thinking in reality?</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><strong><em>Project Manager (PM):</em></strong> I got another set of rookies today, I am just wondering if I would go crazy someday handling these set of ignorant chaps who think of themselves nothing less than Dennis Ritchie. I handed over a few problems to code which they can fiddle around for at least a week; at least by then I can live peacefully. The HR managers are just pile on for company like ours, how the hell will these people “motivate” somebody, for I know these people would be rendered virtually jobless for coming many months. Untill a few of them actually some down on knees, literally crying asking me for something meaningful and useful, no damn HR in this world can make them happy. And once they get it, they never need a HR anyway, so why pay fat salaries to them? This company will come to a stand still, if we do not put our brains on creating these “fiddling toys of code” for these engineers.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><strong><em>Human Resource Manager (HR):</em></strong> Good, I have a new set of “guinea pigs” to experiment upon. It has been long time since I have experimented, the old theory of “Sweet Talks and give no thoughts” seems to be known to lot many people. Now that the old employees already know my strategy of “listening, considering and forgetting “about things, it’s a must to use these rookies to fullest, hopefully they come with a lot of problems with their PM’s on which I can capitalize. With these many rookies I can always fall back to my old strategy and keep them hanging for a long time, while trying out new permutations to make a fool out of everyone around. I just wonder why they need a PM for these guys, I mean a HR is good enough to fool people; we have strategies which even work on old horses, forget about these new chimps. This company will come to a stand still if we people are not there; time and again they have fallen back on us and used our “mass fooling techniques” to save their company. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Now i do not wonder who is making the IT tick in india..............</div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-79836270906642890302007-04-01T23:17:00.000-07:002007-04-02T00:08:26.889-07:00Yes to Sex Education to primary Kids in India, No to Fashion-TV for adults???<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">In yet another series of “how consistent we Indians are” in fields other than cricket, I found it really ridiculous when or our IB minister, </span><a href="http://www.indiantelevision.com/interviews/y2k6/executive/priya_das_munsi.htm"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Mr. Priyaranjan Das Munshi</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">, took the stance very well known in Indian politics, “</span><a href="ergosum.wordpress.com/2006/09/02/moral-police-television-black-out/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Save India</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">”. This time from the “onslaught” of </span><a href="http://www.ftv.com"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Fashion TV </span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">on our kids and young. And just a few ago, our government was gung ho about introducing sex education to primary kids in our country. Amazingly, the </span><a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/NEWS/Cities/Chandigarh/Time_for_birds__bees_at_schools/RssArticleShow/articleshow/1813128.cms"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">sex education for the “young</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">” was “indispensable” and the shows for “adult” were “lewd and obscene”.<br /><br />I am sure if tomorrow there is a international concert on </span><a href="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kama_Sutra"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Kama sutra</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">, I think there would be a bee line of our ministers queuing to get an international appearance and describing India as “the land where Sex is a science” or what ever crap they come up with. </span></div><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">If Fashion- TV is nudity why showcase </span><a href="http://www.pilgrimage-india.com/west-india-pilgrimage/ajanta-ellora-caves.html"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Ajanta- ellora</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> for the </span><a href="www.incredibleindia.org/">Incredible India</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> campaign? </span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">If sexuality is something the adults of our country are not ready to digest, then why sex education for kids in India? </span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">If the government is serious about saving the young generation from obscenity, </span></p><ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">first thing to do would be review your </span><a href="www.cbfcindia.tn.nic.in/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">censor directives or directors</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">, since either of them is certainly a failure. </span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Secondly, rather than imparting sex education to children of this nation, teach them how important it is in life to have personal and social integrity intact. </span></div></li></ul><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">But may be all this is not what our government actually desires to achieve. As double standards galore, I am not surprised now why most of the youth in india considers political state of our country as irreparable and wants to move out to lands where logic and culture can coexist. While i agree that channels like Fashion TV do no good to youth of this country, and there is no real "harm" as such to ban such channels which can corrupt minds and brains of indian youth, the only "logical change" i see in it is to measure everything under the same yard stick. We as a democracy cannot afford moral policing, and should allow a free and fair life style to our citizens, we also would respect if the goverment decides to censor contents of our movies, soaps(serials as we call it) , advertisements, and drop the idea of sex education to primary school kids in india."Free, Fair and certainly Indian" might just be the keywords which might change a lot of things.</span></p>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-23673512580527454862007-04-01T22:14:00.000-07:002007-04-01T22:19:40.585-07:00Just when i thought, i was crazy.................... i found this article which articulately puts forward what i had tried a few days back<br /><br />"<a href="http://www.ndtv.com/debate/showdebate.asp?show=1&story_id=243&template=&category=Sports">We are a weak nation. We fail to accept our faults. We hope others will do which we ourselves have not achieved. And if those - in whom we justifiably or otherwise repose our faith in - fail, we do not spare them."</a><br /><br />article courtesy <a href="http://www.ndtv.com">NDTV</a>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-63338136979133310032007-03-30T04:09:00.001-07:002007-03-30T04:28:44.912-07:00!ncredible !ndia!!!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h-G5NCSqvSM">This</a> video reminds me of what <a href="www.rangdebasanti.net/">RDB</a> had tried to potray for the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jallianwala_Bagh_Massacre">jalianwala bagh</a> incident of 1919. Time and again, I feel how correct that movie was to compare rulers of India, <a href="www.flickr.com/photos/prateek2410/332092656/">nithari</a> killings, the loathe and humiliations it brought to nation is just one part, the kind of <a href="www.rediff.com/news/2007/mar/21noida.htm">story which is unfolding </a>in the investigations of CBI is further painful for anybody who calls himself/ herself a “Indian”. On one side we have, the India poised campaign, which professes of india ready to take on the world, on the we have the !ncredible India campaign. But in between these two is reality staring on our faces. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nandigram">Nandigram</a> unviels the common face of entire police community, which is nothing but “Liscenced Goons” community as far as India is concerned. Earlier Britishers used them to supress the voice of public, now a days they themselves or politicians use them to exploit everything they can under the sun.<br /><br />Proud to be an Indian? For what? Ever increasing population and crime? Nithari? Nandigram? Oh yeah I get it.. the most common answer “<a href="research.microsoft.com/india/TechVista/2005/MSR%20India%20TechVista%202005%20Pankaj%20Agrawala.ppt">IT</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Institutes_of_Technology">IIT</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Institutes_of_Management">IIM’</a>s”……? Who made them? Politicians, bureaucrats? No it’s the common man… the age group of around 16 to 26 comprise of the people who make these spots happening and hot around the world.<br /><br />What is the rest of country doing? Why india is ruled by a set of people who find difficulty in even carrying their own load on their legs? Do we need a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaissance">Renaissance</a>? </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Please quench these burning questions!!!</span></div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-4608046862330318452007-03-27T04:47:00.000-07:002008-11-12T23:23:44.148-08:00CrIcKeT.......or something else??<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpZPjNGZ0SA/RgkE6C9VHJI/AAAAAAAAACo/w_s__im8j0w/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046570252718382226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpZPjNGZ0SA/RgkE6C9VHJI/AAAAAAAAACo/w_s__im8j0w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hue and cry over <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_cricket_team">India’s</a> shameful exit from <a href="http://cricketworldcup.indya.com/">World Cup </a>continues, with <a href="http://www.india-today.com/">news channel </a>and newpapers exhibiting shows and columns like “cricket pe kalank”, “11 fissadi” “sabse bada fissadi kaun”. All of a sudden the world of cricketing stars seems to have fallen upside down, from an almost god status to being projected as a good for nothing fellow, burden on country might be a huge distance when seen logically. But when it comes to we Indians, it hardly takes a few seconds. While we talk about being consistent on field, are we consistent off the field. Just before the match starts, Sachin is greatest player of all times, and if he fails to deliver, he becomes a burden? If this is the kind of consistency our media has, then our cricketers are far better off than them.<br /><br />The whole game plan of media seems to exploit the emotions of larger public and further add to wounds for longer business. When it was the beginning, they had celebrity shows talking about possibilities of India winning the world cup which were all gung-ho about India. I happened to see one such show in which famous astrologer <a href="http://www.ganeshaspeaks.com/">Bejan Daruwala </a>was predicting “glorious” future of anil kumble, robin uttappa, and saw India cruising to atleast semifinals. While we all know what happened to anil kumble, robin uttappa, and India ofcourse, let me also remind you the “junta activities”. Sachin chalisa, hawans were order of the day, which even got prime time air time on prominent news channels.<br /><br />And see how consistent we are in our jobs, be it politics, police, judiciary, bureaucracy, education system, social sector or anything. If it is not inherent for Indians to be consistent in any of these, why should our team bear the burden of it. Just because <a href="http://www.icc-cricket.com/">ICC </a>gains 80% of its revenue from Indian cricket team, does make it mandatory for the other guys to loose. Professionalism and work ethics are something which is a way of living for someone coming from Australia or England, but not so for Indians. Consistency and integrity is more prominent in western culture rather than our since for most of the issues in this country I have always seen double standards from key figures of nation, and of course the junta follows. Be it grave issues of <a href="http://www.milligazette.com/IndMusStat/2006a/949-CIM-Babri_masjid_ayodhya-6dec06.htm">babri demolition</a>, <a href="http://www.ourpriyadarshini.org/">priyadarshini mattoo</a> murder case, or even basic issues of poverty, food, sanitation, we have a stark set of inconsistency in our nation. And sometimes I feel the frustration of all this, is covered up by the joy and ecstatic feeling cricket gives to our nation, the only consistent game played right from jammu to kanyakumari on each road and park of country. And thus our cricketers feel the vent of all joy, as well as frustration. I think the only way we can achieve consistency and good performance is to start doing the same in whatever professions we are rather than expecting it from the cricketers.</span><br /></div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-67989194561205102952007-03-13T00:10:00.000-07:002007-03-13T00:14:47.551-07:00Mera Kuch samaan tumhare pass pada hai!<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">kinaare door hote hote………………………. bahut duur ho gaye,<br />paani ke chapaakon ki aawaz bhi doob gayi………………<br />dil main aise sambahlte hain gham, jaise jever sambhalta hai koi<br />rooth gaye, naraaz ho gaye, hath se angoothi utaari, wapis kar di!<br />baanhon ke kangan utaare, aur saat pheron samet lauta diye!<br />lekin wo , wo baaki jever jo dil main rakh liye,unka kya??</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">"bus ki dushwaar hai har kaam ka aasaan honaa</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">admee ko bhee muyassar nahi insaan hona</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">kee mere qatl ke baad usne jafa se tauba</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">hai! us zood-e-pashemaan ka pashemaan hona"</span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">[dushwaar = difficult, muyassar = possible jafa = oppression, zood = quickly, pashemaaN = ashamed]<br />Embarrassed]</span></div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-66375730957242664082007-03-07T00:39:00.000-08:002007-03-07T00:52:43.914-08:00Main Mayeke Chali Jaungi!!<em>"Suno, Main ghar ja rahi hoon!"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Bata rahi ho ya pooch rahi ho?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Mujhe jaane ki icha hai, tickets karwani hai"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Kitne din ke liye ja rahi ho?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Agale monday tak aa jaungi."</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Itne saal mayeke main reh ke man nahi bhara tumhara?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Nahi!"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Aur yahan mera kya hoga?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"1 hafte dhyaan nahi rakh sakte khud ka?"</em><br /><br /><div align="justify">If you are a regular reader of my blog, I need not tell you from where do i get this fresh material. That guy will curse me but i am sure you people would enjoy reading this a lot, so let me take the onus.[;-)]. These two sweet people are on a cold war or something i guess, and the gal is virtually singing.. "Main mayeke chali jaungi.. tum dekhte rahiyo". What do you guys think?</div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-35858582240093978072007-03-05T00:51:00.000-08:002007-03-05T01:24:50.359-08:00The Day yesterday!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>"is dhang se uthaayee kal usne 'Asad' ki laash</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>dushman bhee jisko dekhke ghamnaak ho gaye</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>karne gaye the....... usse taghaaful ka hum gila </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>kee ek hee nigaah ki bas khaak ho gaye"</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Asad was the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pen-name">pen name</a> of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirza_Ghalib">Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan</a> better known as <a href="http://bhupen-m.blogspot.com">ghalib</a>~!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Meaning of some urdu words used here are:</span></div><ol><li><div align="left">ghamnaak : Grief struck</div></li><li><div align="left">taghaaful : Negligence</div></li><li><div align="left">gila : Complaint</div></li><li><div align="left">Khaak : Ashes/Dust</div></li></ol><p align="left">Damn, I still feel there is some cosmic connection between him and me. Ghalib rocks!!!</p>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-59558740564450202162007-03-05T00:43:00.000-08:002007-03-05T00:47:30.770-08:00Beat This!!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>"Mujhko bhi tarkeeb sikha koi yaar julaahe…<br />Aksar tujhko dekha hai ki taana bunte..........<br /> jab koi dhagha toot gaya ya khatam hua.....<br />phir se baandh ke ,aur sira koi jod ke usme aage bunane lagte ho,<br />lekin us taane mein ek bhi gaantdh girah-bundar ki<br />dekh nahi sakta hai koi,<br />Maine to ek baar buna tha ek hi rishta,<br /> lekin......,uski saari girhain saaf nazar aati hain mere yaar julaahe…<br />mujhko bhi tarkeeb sikha koi yaar julaahe………… "</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="left">Extracted from the album "<a href="http://members.tripod.com/~ghazal/marasim.html">Marasim</a>". Subtle and swift to explain how relations work!</div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-84641054468885831192007-03-04T21:20:00.000-08:002007-03-04T22:17:40.750-08:00Disclaimer<div align="justify">I believe my last post has sparked a lot of speculation amongst my freinds, who by phone, e-mail or comments have enquired about "YOU" in my last post "<a href="http://bhupen-m.blogspot.com">Ek Purana Mausam Lauta</a>". Speculation being that she is a girl and she has left me / dumped me or sopmething like that and am i doing alright after that. I would officially like to refute any such incident and that the previous post was intended to all my friends who are out of touch in person with me and who probably don't know that i had recently been into serious <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydronephrosis">medical troubles </a>while in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrerabad">hyderabad</a>. It was an intented satire or you can call a self ridiculing act which i guess has certainly misfired.Please do not believe in any such rumours. I am very much here , rocking , kicking and alive but, with some pain, and lots of ghazals!! ENJOY!! </div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35328609.post-16905854592341248512007-03-02T00:51:00.000-08:002008-11-12T23:23:44.267-08:00Ek Puraana Mausam Lauta<div align="center">"<span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Tumahre gham ki dali udha kar ,Juban par rakh li hai dekho maine,<br />Wo qatra qatra pighal rahi hai, Main qatra qatra hi ji raha hoon</em>"</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">To You,</div><div align="justify">All the very best for your upcoming ventures in life, May you progress and be successful in whatever you do. May God bless you with all happiness and a good spouse.</div><div align="justify">About ME? don't worry about me, i have always found my way with pain. </div><div align="justify"><em>"Khub jamega Rang Jab mil baithenge teen yaar, Main, Mera Dard, aur ghalib ki shayari!!"</em> HAPPY HOLI !!</div><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpZPjNGZ0SA/RefnXjRsVUI/AAAAAAAAACA/q6Li9r6vSog/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037249100029646146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpZPjNGZ0SA/RefnXjRsVUI/AAAAAAAAACA/q6Li9r6vSog/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>"<span style="font-size:130%;">jiski aawaz main silwat ho, nigaahon main shikan<br />aisi tasveer ke, tukde nahi joda karte.....................,<br />lag ke saahil se jo behta hai, use behne do.............,<br />aise dariya ka kabhie rukh, nahi moda karte..........<br />hath chhote bhi to.... rishte nahi chhoda karte..........<br />waqt pe shaakh se lamhe nahi toda karte..........."</span></em></div>Bhupenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377336606035125634noreply@blogger.com0