This section used to have an incomplete blog about myself...May be I realized that I was not doing justice to the title...and started to write a fairy tale type of a story...but now, I realized that I should be as ruthless and stringent as I am even while assessing myself...so deleted the previous content and am working on the one which actually suites my and my style...so don't panic...you guys will get to know me very soon...
To be continued...
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Hey Shivani...Happy Wedding
Marriages they say are made in heaven…whereas friends like pearls are picked and chosen.
Wow…what a line to think of? And how candidly it does not suite me and my life?
Well, I took a decision of not getting married in my entire life as it will otherwise distract me from achieving my life goals. No questions please! I can’t reason it at least in a blog dedicated to something else. For that matter, I was way far from my so called friends too. And since past few years, I have stopped making friendly or personal relationships fearing damages to my professional life. After all I know, I can be the best professional of my corporate ecosystem but would be worst in handling personal aspects of life. Now that’s what I call – SELF AWARENESS…he he he…
It’s been sixteen years in which I attended only four marriage ceremonies. And that’s what I call – TRACK RECORD…he he he…Ask my past friends who were my best of the best buddies during college days and they would utter only these words …”Kutta…Kameena…Saala ek hi reason detaa hai hardam…CHHUTTI NAHI MILI OFFICE SE…” Sishir, Praveen, Tushar, Meghna, Zohra and lately Sharique bhai…for all of you, I can only say one word…SORRY…and on the top of it, I expect forgiveness from all of you too…he he he
My colleagues at IBM used to taapofy her when she used to work with ABN Amro. Both our offices were situated in the same building…Cyber-green Towers. And guess what; never in my dreams did I think that she would work with me in Genpact in the same team. And above all, when I told my IBM colleagues an year ago that I would be reporting to her as she would be my Assistant Manager, they felt sorry for me and said…Teri to lag gayi beta…he he he…
But no…I was not in the gang who used to taapofy her and above all; when she joined Genpact she could not recognize me too…Bach gayaa…warnaa gayaa thaa baaraa ke bhaav se…he he he…then started a journey called…WORK @ GENPACT.
Somehow, both our images got nurtured with many distinguishing characteristics as we both worked very differently. Our mode of execution never met each other as we both had completely opposite persona. She was an expert in building professional relationships with a blend of casual and friendly touch. However, ask my colleagues @ Genpact, and they would say… Rishi does not even know how to laugh…he he he…
Without discussing with each other, we both drew lines for ourselves which we never crossed, thereby avoiding conflicting situations. And that’s how a Management Trainee and an Assistant Manager spent a year @ Genpact…
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the evening of September 10, 2008 at Tivoli Gardens. An evening full of small gestures…which crafted moments, as big as life.
Following my track record, I could have easily avoided my presence at Tivoli Gardens as it was the first day of our monthly Investment Performance Evaluation exercise in my office. Nobody would have questioned my absence when she was celebrating her Big Day. However, I failed to forget that I promised her my presence when she would be getting married to Mukul at Tivoli Gardens. And believe me, it was not even a promise. When she met with me last time in the office I just made a casual statement that I would be present during her marriage. Many a times I make such casual commitments without actually fulfilling them…he he he…and this time too, I didn’t make any exception…he he he
However, on the day of her marriage, I don’t know what forced me to write an SMS to Navneet, my Manager, requesting three hours permission to attend her marriage. Accordingly, I got a card & a gift for her and booked a cab too…and everything happened in just an hour’s time. I still didn’t believe that I would be breaking my so called TRACK RECORD, which I did not do even for my best of the best buddies. Well…there is always a first time for everything…he he he
At exactly 8:00 PM, I left my office to CROSS THE ROAD…he he he…actually the cab was waiting for me on the other side of the road…I reached Tivoli at about 8:45 PM thinking that I am well on time. So I asked the driver to pick me up at about 10:00 PM for dropping me back to the office. But hey, what was that? I saw all the arrangements made for her marriage, but where were the people? He he he…the function was supposed to start at 8.00 PM. When I tried to enquire with the local staff of Tivoli, they said…Sirji, this is India…he he he…I immediately wrote an SMS to Navneet, that I am the first guest to reach the place…he he he…even today, I am confused whether I was on time or before time…he he he.
Well, I had no option but to wait for the bride & the groom and the public to turn up to start the function…so I decided to sit and wait in the lobby. The sofa was cushy and I had nothing to do…so was feeling sleepy. Suddenly, a tall white handsome Uncle came and sat in front of me. After some time, he asked, “So Rishi, you are Shivani’s colleague…right?” It was the biggest shock of my life…I was completely astonished as I never saw this man in my life. I replied, “Yes sir, we are colleagues. But, sorry, I could not recognize you?” He introduced himself as GOD. What a joke…when I was about to laugh, he said, “You can call me Bhagwaan Singh, or simply Bhagwaan. And I can tell you everything”.
Wasn’t that strange?... I felt that person interesting…he asked me about my wife…to which I replied, ”I am still single and not ready to mingle”.
God : “Why?”
I : “I somehow feel that partners make me weak. So I don’t make any.”
God : “Let me ask you few simple questions…why do you think Shivani is getting married?”
I : “Well, the question should be asked to Shivani? I am just attending her marriage?”
God : “Why do you think you are attending Shivani’s marriage?”
I : “Well we are good friends, that’s why?”
God : “Really, are you a good friend of Shivani?”
And I was speechless…
God : “Rishi, you can’t be a good friend of Shivani…look at her…she is full of life and has chosen her partner…and look at you…you are almost alone in life fearing to choose partners. Forget about Shivani, you can’t be a friend of anyone. You still have time to mend yourself…think over it”
I was again speechless…I could not gather courage to take it further in asking as to how he knew my name. He smiled and went away. I was still in the same confusing emotion…as to what was that?...he he he
THANK GOD, I saw Shivani coming in a red saree along with few other people. I got off from the sofa, stood up and waited for her to see me. After about few minutes, when she glanced around, she was completely astonished to see me. We both nodded our heads to greet each other non-verbally. And I can bet, that she wasn’t expecting at-least me in her wedding. And my presence really made her feel good. It was all on her face which I got to know within a fraction of a second. And it was for the first time, I made her feel good about our alliance.
I again sat on the sofa thinking that the function would still take another half an hour to start. After about five minutes, a beautiful lady in lush green saree approached me. In a mellifluous voice, she asked me, “Are you Shivani’s colleague, Rishi?”
Now after that GODLY experience, I thought may be now it’s time for me to experience “Alice in Wonderland.”…he he he. Thinking that she might be a Tivoli Staff, I nodded my head assertively. She replied, “Please come along with me…Shivani wants to meet you. I am her mother.”…….Hooooooooooooooooooooooo…I wasn’t on my toes.
“Oh! Namaste Auntyji”, I said. This time, she nodded her head assertively and we both walked towards the exquisite bride - Shivani, who was sitting on the other side of the lobby along with her relatives.
Shivani : “Hi Rishi! I am so happy you came. “
I : “Hi Shivani! I already committed you that I would be present in your marriage. By the way, “HAPPY WEDDING”.
Shivani : “Thanks a lot Rishi. See as usual, you are so punctual. You are here on time. And look at us…it’s my marriage and everything has been so delayed, I am so sorry to keep you waiting.”
I : “No no…it’s OK, No problems. Shivani, you know what, you are looking VERY PRETTY in this red saari. Just one thing is missing”
Shivani : “really, what’s that?”
I : “Aapne Genpact ka ID card nahi lagaayaa…he he he”
And all of us started laughing. I don’t know whether my humor had an impact or not, but then it made all of us feel good. She then introduced me to all her family members. I met her Mom, younger sisters, cousins, uncle and aunty and she also showed me her brother who was busy interacting with Tivoli staff at a distance.
I then asked her to carry on with her regular preparation, as she was getting ready for the function. She smiled and I went back to the same place where I was sitting.
When I reached there, I saw my Gift that I kept on the table in-front of the sofa. A greeting card was enveloped over the gift pack on which I clearly wrote, “To Shivani…From Rishi Gajbhiye (Genpact)”. That was the moment when I realized the magical power of GOD whom I interacted with”…he he he…Now I was sure that the person whom I interacted might not be a GOD but was GODLY enough to show me the importance of adding happiness to others life…And I am glad, with Shivani, I did that…I am glad to break my so called Track Record here…
After some time, in the marriage hall, I met with my fellow colleagues who also attended the ceremony. When I moved out of the marriage hall, for a natures call, I saw the cameraman asking Shivani to walk slowly by looking straight in the camera…Now I felt like playing a prank…I stood behind the camera, and when Shivani was trying to see in the camera, she could see me well behind it. I acted like a monkey, teasing her and she could not control laughing at that instance…and it was well captured in the video camera too…he he he…and she was trying her best to walk as slow as possible, I insisted her to take BabySteps to give a perfect shot…he he he…everyone was controlling their laugh as the video was on and even Rishi was on…he he he…
After some time, the Bride and the Groom were on stage. I quickly grabbed Shyam’s camera and snapped the beauty both of them shared over the stage. When I went to the stage to meet her, she was like a regular herself…bumpy, chumpy, chirpy and bubbly Shivani…he he he…I met with Mukul, gave both of them the gift, and then felt shy to pose for snaps. Shivani knew that I generally don’t feel comfortable in posing for snaps, especially for those cameras that I don’t know much about. She experienced it during our US trip, so this time…she requested…”Rishi please please please…one snap naa…” and I felt like…being respected…so posed and got snapped along with the bride and the groom. While leaving the stage, I said, “Agli OJT me fir milenge…he he he…this time in California…”and we all laughed again…
The moment I walked down the stage, I met Shivani’s Mom once again…this time, she reminded me to take dinner…and asked about Navneet. I informed her that Navneet had some business commitments…so she could not come along with us…
Well, I was really late, so felt like skipping dinner. After all official commitments are on my top priority list always…he he he…so I immediately called my cab driver and instructed him to pick me up from the main entrance…I met with all my colleagues and rushed to the entrance…when I boarded the cab, I heard someone shouting, “Rishi…Rishi”…so I instructed the cab driver to stop the car…what a surprise, I again met GOD…he he he
God : “Hey Rishi…sorry for everything…I was just trying to strike a conversation with you as I thought you were getting bored and sleepy in the lobby.”
I : “It’s ok Sir, I know you saw my name written on the gift pack and hence addressed me with my name. Isn’t it?
God : “Oh yes…but I still feel that you are quite lonely and you should give me business…by getting married…”
I : “Excuse me…I didn’t get that…”
God : “I am Bhagwaan Singh, General Manager Tivoli Gardens…”
I : “Oh…I see…I am so sorry that I would still not be able to give you business…because I still feel that I would remain bachelor throughout my life…he he he…but see, I am not lonely anymore…I made a friend few minutes ago…her name is Shivani and I promise you Mr. God, that I would try my best to add small small happiness to all my buddies life too, atleast after my office hours…that ways, I would cultivate and harvest good friendship…which I lost somehow during my corporate marathon…he he he”
God : “I would still be optimistic for your business Rishi…you take care…hope to see you again…”
I : “Goodbye Mr. God. Take care”
Seeing God smiling at me, I boarded the cab, thereby cherishing the entire experience that happened with me in past few hours. May be I understood that my choice of not getting married should not become a reason to remain absent from events / marriages that could otherwise make my friends happy…
It’s only by GIVING…one actually TAKES respect…
The next day, I called all my friends to check who is getting married and when…he he he
And guess what did I do this weekend? I pulled my SlamBook and felt nostalgic about each of my buddies…who missed me a lot. In my Slambook I found this poetic masterpiece…
Marriages, they say…are made in heaven,
whereas friends, like pearls are picked and chosen…
Yet blessed are those who possess a friend,
who is steadfast and sincere till the end.
Friends are those who extend a hand
When you are sinking into deep quicksand…
Friends are like candles burning bright,
Taking care of you, with their guiding light.
Friends are those, who like glue stick
through times that are thin and thick…
Friends are those who willingly share
Both mirth and misery with equal care.
Friends are those who lend a ear
To hear your anguish & bring you cheer…
Friends are those who lend their shoulder
In times of distress to make you bolder.
Showers and flowers,
seldom last for hours ever,
Friendship has such a power,
which never fades and lasts forever…
I thank you God…and I thank you Shivani…I am no-more lonely…
Although I am married to my corporate ambitions, I am happy that all my friends are back in my life…atleast through phone calls, SMS's and internet.
Wow…what a line to think of? And how candidly it does not suite me and my life?
Well, I took a decision of not getting married in my entire life as it will otherwise distract me from achieving my life goals. No questions please! I can’t reason it at least in a blog dedicated to something else. For that matter, I was way far from my so called friends too. And since past few years, I have stopped making friendly or personal relationships fearing damages to my professional life. After all I know, I can be the best professional of my corporate ecosystem but would be worst in handling personal aspects of life. Now that’s what I call – SELF AWARENESS…he he he…
It’s been sixteen years in which I attended only four marriage ceremonies. And that’s what I call – TRACK RECORD…he he he…Ask my past friends who were my best of the best buddies during college days and they would utter only these words …”Kutta…Kameena…Saala ek hi reason detaa hai hardam…CHHUTTI NAHI MILI OFFICE SE…” Sishir, Praveen, Tushar, Meghna, Zohra and lately Sharique bhai…for all of you, I can only say one word…SORRY…and on the top of it, I expect forgiveness from all of you too…he he he
My colleagues at IBM used to taapofy her when she used to work with ABN Amro. Both our offices were situated in the same building…Cyber-green Towers. And guess what; never in my dreams did I think that she would work with me in Genpact in the same team. And above all, when I told my IBM colleagues an year ago that I would be reporting to her as she would be my Assistant Manager, they felt sorry for me and said…Teri to lag gayi beta…he he he…
But no…I was not in the gang who used to taapofy her and above all; when she joined Genpact she could not recognize me too…Bach gayaa…warnaa gayaa thaa baaraa ke bhaav se…he he he…then started a journey called…WORK @ GENPACT.
Somehow, both our images got nurtured with many distinguishing characteristics as we both worked very differently. Our mode of execution never met each other as we both had completely opposite persona. She was an expert in building professional relationships with a blend of casual and friendly touch. However, ask my colleagues @ Genpact, and they would say… Rishi does not even know how to laugh…he he he…
Without discussing with each other, we both drew lines for ourselves which we never crossed, thereby avoiding conflicting situations. And that’s how a Management Trainee and an Assistant Manager spent a year @ Genpact…
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the evening of September 10, 2008 at Tivoli Gardens. An evening full of small gestures…which crafted moments, as big as life.
Following my track record, I could have easily avoided my presence at Tivoli Gardens as it was the first day of our monthly Investment Performance Evaluation exercise in my office. Nobody would have questioned my absence when she was celebrating her Big Day. However, I failed to forget that I promised her my presence when she would be getting married to Mukul at Tivoli Gardens. And believe me, it was not even a promise. When she met with me last time in the office I just made a casual statement that I would be present during her marriage. Many a times I make such casual commitments without actually fulfilling them…he he he…and this time too, I didn’t make any exception…he he he
However, on the day of her marriage, I don’t know what forced me to write an SMS to Navneet, my Manager, requesting three hours permission to attend her marriage. Accordingly, I got a card & a gift for her and booked a cab too…and everything happened in just an hour’s time. I still didn’t believe that I would be breaking my so called TRACK RECORD, which I did not do even for my best of the best buddies. Well…there is always a first time for everything…he he he
At exactly 8:00 PM, I left my office to CROSS THE ROAD…he he he…actually the cab was waiting for me on the other side of the road…I reached Tivoli at about 8:45 PM thinking that I am well on time. So I asked the driver to pick me up at about 10:00 PM for dropping me back to the office. But hey, what was that? I saw all the arrangements made for her marriage, but where were the people? He he he…the function was supposed to start at 8.00 PM. When I tried to enquire with the local staff of Tivoli, they said…Sirji, this is India…he he he…I immediately wrote an SMS to Navneet, that I am the first guest to reach the place…he he he…even today, I am confused whether I was on time or before time…he he he.
Well, I had no option but to wait for the bride & the groom and the public to turn up to start the function…so I decided to sit and wait in the lobby. The sofa was cushy and I had nothing to do…so was feeling sleepy. Suddenly, a tall white handsome Uncle came and sat in front of me. After some time, he asked, “So Rishi, you are Shivani’s colleague…right?” It was the biggest shock of my life…I was completely astonished as I never saw this man in my life. I replied, “Yes sir, we are colleagues. But, sorry, I could not recognize you?” He introduced himself as GOD. What a joke…when I was about to laugh, he said, “You can call me Bhagwaan Singh, or simply Bhagwaan. And I can tell you everything”.
Wasn’t that strange?... I felt that person interesting…he asked me about my wife…to which I replied, ”I am still single and not ready to mingle”.
God : “Why?”
I : “I somehow feel that partners make me weak. So I don’t make any.”
God : “Let me ask you few simple questions…why do you think Shivani is getting married?”
I : “Well, the question should be asked to Shivani? I am just attending her marriage?”
God : “Why do you think you are attending Shivani’s marriage?”
I : “Well we are good friends, that’s why?”
God : “Really, are you a good friend of Shivani?”
And I was speechless…
God : “Rishi, you can’t be a good friend of Shivani…look at her…she is full of life and has chosen her partner…and look at you…you are almost alone in life fearing to choose partners. Forget about Shivani, you can’t be a friend of anyone. You still have time to mend yourself…think over it”
I was again speechless…I could not gather courage to take it further in asking as to how he knew my name. He smiled and went away. I was still in the same confusing emotion…as to what was that?...he he he
THANK GOD, I saw Shivani coming in a red saree along with few other people. I got off from the sofa, stood up and waited for her to see me. After about few minutes, when she glanced around, she was completely astonished to see me. We both nodded our heads to greet each other non-verbally. And I can bet, that she wasn’t expecting at-least me in her wedding. And my presence really made her feel good. It was all on her face which I got to know within a fraction of a second. And it was for the first time, I made her feel good about our alliance.
I again sat on the sofa thinking that the function would still take another half an hour to start. After about five minutes, a beautiful lady in lush green saree approached me. In a mellifluous voice, she asked me, “Are you Shivani’s colleague, Rishi?”
Now after that GODLY experience, I thought may be now it’s time for me to experience “Alice in Wonderland.”…he he he. Thinking that she might be a Tivoli Staff, I nodded my head assertively. She replied, “Please come along with me…Shivani wants to meet you. I am her mother.”…….Hooooooooooooooooooooooo…I wasn’t on my toes.
“Oh! Namaste Auntyji”, I said. This time, she nodded her head assertively and we both walked towards the exquisite bride - Shivani, who was sitting on the other side of the lobby along with her relatives.
Shivani : “Hi Rishi! I am so happy you came. “
I : “Hi Shivani! I already committed you that I would be present in your marriage. By the way, “HAPPY WEDDING”.
Shivani : “Thanks a lot Rishi. See as usual, you are so punctual. You are here on time. And look at us…it’s my marriage and everything has been so delayed, I am so sorry to keep you waiting.”
I : “No no…it’s OK, No problems. Shivani, you know what, you are looking VERY PRETTY in this red saari. Just one thing is missing”
Shivani : “really, what’s that?”
I : “Aapne Genpact ka ID card nahi lagaayaa…he he he”
And all of us started laughing. I don’t know whether my humor had an impact or not, but then it made all of us feel good. She then introduced me to all her family members. I met her Mom, younger sisters, cousins, uncle and aunty and she also showed me her brother who was busy interacting with Tivoli staff at a distance.
I then asked her to carry on with her regular preparation, as she was getting ready for the function. She smiled and I went back to the same place where I was sitting.
When I reached there, I saw my Gift that I kept on the table in-front of the sofa. A greeting card was enveloped over the gift pack on which I clearly wrote, “To Shivani…From Rishi Gajbhiye (Genpact)”. That was the moment when I realized the magical power of GOD whom I interacted with”…he he he…Now I was sure that the person whom I interacted might not be a GOD but was GODLY enough to show me the importance of adding happiness to others life…And I am glad, with Shivani, I did that…I am glad to break my so called Track Record here…
After some time, in the marriage hall, I met with my fellow colleagues who also attended the ceremony. When I moved out of the marriage hall, for a natures call, I saw the cameraman asking Shivani to walk slowly by looking straight in the camera…Now I felt like playing a prank…I stood behind the camera, and when Shivani was trying to see in the camera, she could see me well behind it. I acted like a monkey, teasing her and she could not control laughing at that instance…and it was well captured in the video camera too…he he he…and she was trying her best to walk as slow as possible, I insisted her to take BabySteps to give a perfect shot…he he he…everyone was controlling their laugh as the video was on and even Rishi was on…he he he…
After some time, the Bride and the Groom were on stage. I quickly grabbed Shyam’s camera and snapped the beauty both of them shared over the stage. When I went to the stage to meet her, she was like a regular herself…bumpy, chumpy, chirpy and bubbly Shivani…he he he…I met with Mukul, gave both of them the gift, and then felt shy to pose for snaps. Shivani knew that I generally don’t feel comfortable in posing for snaps, especially for those cameras that I don’t know much about. She experienced it during our US trip, so this time…she requested…”Rishi please please please…one snap naa…” and I felt like…being respected…so posed and got snapped along with the bride and the groom. While leaving the stage, I said, “Agli OJT me fir milenge…he he he…this time in California…”and we all laughed again…
The moment I walked down the stage, I met Shivani’s Mom once again…this time, she reminded me to take dinner…and asked about Navneet. I informed her that Navneet had some business commitments…so she could not come along with us…
Well, I was really late, so felt like skipping dinner. After all official commitments are on my top priority list always…he he he…so I immediately called my cab driver and instructed him to pick me up from the main entrance…I met with all my colleagues and rushed to the entrance…when I boarded the cab, I heard someone shouting, “Rishi…Rishi”…so I instructed the cab driver to stop the car…what a surprise, I again met GOD…he he he
God : “Hey Rishi…sorry for everything…I was just trying to strike a conversation with you as I thought you were getting bored and sleepy in the lobby.”
I : “It’s ok Sir, I know you saw my name written on the gift pack and hence addressed me with my name. Isn’t it?
God : “Oh yes…but I still feel that you are quite lonely and you should give me business…by getting married…”
I : “Excuse me…I didn’t get that…”
God : “I am Bhagwaan Singh, General Manager Tivoli Gardens…”
I : “Oh…I see…I am so sorry that I would still not be able to give you business…because I still feel that I would remain bachelor throughout my life…he he he…but see, I am not lonely anymore…I made a friend few minutes ago…her name is Shivani and I promise you Mr. God, that I would try my best to add small small happiness to all my buddies life too, atleast after my office hours…that ways, I would cultivate and harvest good friendship…which I lost somehow during my corporate marathon…he he he”
God : “I would still be optimistic for your business Rishi…you take care…hope to see you again…”
I : “Goodbye Mr. God. Take care”
Seeing God smiling at me, I boarded the cab, thereby cherishing the entire experience that happened with me in past few hours. May be I understood that my choice of not getting married should not become a reason to remain absent from events / marriages that could otherwise make my friends happy…
It’s only by GIVING…one actually TAKES respect…
The next day, I called all my friends to check who is getting married and when…he he he
And guess what did I do this weekend? I pulled my SlamBook and felt nostalgic about each of my buddies…who missed me a lot. In my Slambook I found this poetic masterpiece…
Marriages, they say…are made in heaven,
whereas friends, like pearls are picked and chosen…
Yet blessed are those who possess a friend,
who is steadfast and sincere till the end.
Friends are those who extend a hand
When you are sinking into deep quicksand…
Friends are like candles burning bright,
Taking care of you, with their guiding light.
Friends are those, who like glue stick
through times that are thin and thick…
Friends are those who willingly share
Both mirth and misery with equal care.
Friends are those who lend a ear
To hear your anguish & bring you cheer…
Friends are those who lend their shoulder
In times of distress to make you bolder.
Showers and flowers,
seldom last for hours ever,
Friendship has such a power,
which never fades and lasts forever…
I thank you God…and I thank you Shivani…I am no-more lonely…
Although I am married to my corporate ambitions, I am happy that all my friends are back in my life…atleast through phone calls, SMS's and internet.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Practicing Corporate Traditions...
My first encounter with Genpact / GE Capital was in the year 2002, when the recruitment guys of this company came to Nagpur for handpicking Process Associates. Those days I used to be jobless and used to conduct coaching classes for earning some money...let me hide a fact from you all...I had only one student who used to attend my class...he he he...Payal Bindra...
Well, as all of my friends did, even I appeared for the interview...I cleared all the six rounds, however during my HR round, I committed a grammatical mistake. Since I was not a regular English speaker, even during my college days, I never thought that committing a grammatical mistake can lead me to serious failures. And seriously, English is still not used to practice BHAAIGIRI in the world of small crimes...and those were my college days when the so called jantaaa janaardan used to call me DATCH BHAAAAAI...he he he...and that too in Hindi...not in sophesticated English. The interviewers asked me...about my IBS Hyderabad (MBA) experience. When I told them that due to some personal problems, I did not WENT there, they immediately caught my mistake...and pointed me..., "Rishi will it be DID NOT GO THERE...or DID NOT WENT THERE?"
And just to show confidence, I replied, "DID NOT WENT THERE"...he he he...WELL, the interviewers showed me the EXIT doors...with the saaaaaaaame confidence as shown by me...along with a gooooooood feedback...he he he
After working for Convergys for two years, I spent another six months working on my business plan to become an entrepreneur. An intolerable experience at Convergys made me mentally irritated, to work for any other company. So I decided to start my own business. And for that, I had no money...no idea...no experience...no support. All I had was foolish guts and some kind of unexplored fire in my belly...which still is unexplored...he he he...By fifth month, my bank account started showing three figure deposits. With no one besides me, and that too with a mindset that I will not borrow any money from my family, I had to come back on the grounds of reality...and then again I started thinking of finding a job...he he he...now that's what I used to call "Taking Calculated Risks" those days (and wasting six months). All my calculations proved to be wrong...he he he...So once again, I started my trail of appearing for interviews...
It was somewhere around May 2005, when I was referred to Genpact / GE Capital by some unknown consultant for a vacancy of Process Developer...this time I wanted to find a Finance related profile...but had no idea as to what in Finance?...nor did I possess any contextual or conceptual knowledge about finance. All I wanted was A FINANCE PROFILE...he he he...how silly, isn't it? And on the top of it, I thought that I had two years of experience, that too from a branded organization, so I would not face any challenge in getting a job...he he he...CHANE KE JHAAD PE CHADHNAA KOI MUJHSE SEEKHE...
When the interviewer asked me as to what type of profile was I looking for, I very casually said, "something in finance". he he he...He asked me, "What in Finance?"...and I was like a blank paper...To my dismay, this time also, the interviewers showed me the EXIT doors...with the saaaaaaaaame casual style as shown by me...again with a goooooooood feedback...he he he...
After few days, when I had a discussion with one of my friends, she asked me how is GE Capital...? And I said, "Mat poochh yaar...saara din interview lete hai...aur raat ko ek goooooooood feedback deke bhagaa dete hai..." he he he...
Since then, series of transformation happened and I don't really know how?
Three days back, Navneet my manager called a meeting and announced my promotion. Just an year ago, I was recruited as a Management Trainee (even though I never applied for a job proactively), was sent to States on an onsite for transitioning a process called..."Something In Finance"...he he he...and now they promoted me as an Assistant Manager. Guess which company am I working for? Genpact / GE Capital...he he he...
Just one thing would be worth mentioning over here is, "FEEDBACK SESSIONS STILL HAPPEN IN GENPACT"...Ask Subhasish, Sumit, Chitra, Charan or for that matter anyone associated with IPMG team, and they would joke around, "Why are you looking sad? Did you get a GOOOOOOOOD FEEDBACK from Rishi...?" he he he
Now that's what PRACTICING GE HERITAGE is all about...he he he...(Take it positively as it helped me a lot) I am sure, one fine day all my team members would rise in their respective careers (to Manager and VP levels) and carry on the same legacy...Aameen...he he he
Monday, August 18, 2008
Dressed To Thrill...
I still remember, during one of those networking breaks at Proto.in (an event only for entrepreneurs, a month ago), few business plan contestants were preparing themselves for their presentations. One of them was presenting an idea called Lipikaar...which had something to do with all the Indian Lipi's (text's). He was dressed in an executive formals. A light blue shirt under a navy blue suite. Now I don't really remember the colour of his tie, but yes he was wearing it. Well, I generally like those people who mean business atleast during the time of business. So I gazed him, liked him and moved on to see what other contestants are doing. 
To my surprize, Mr. Mahesh Murthy, who amused me a day earlier through his speech on "Brand Recognition" and "Product Positioning" came and sat just next to me. What a pleasant surprize to be seated with a guy who heads Passion Fund and Pinstorm, two leading venture capital companies established by him. Suddenly, he is greeted by two people, those who were about to present the Lipikaars. It seemed, that Mahesh and those people were not strangers. And then Mahesh asked that lady, "I saw Santosh, where is he? And why is he so well dressed?, I want an explanation. I don't expect of him to do these kinds of foolish acts...hey Santosh, come here...what the hell? Why these suite boot? Why a tie...?" Santosh was literally embarrassed and he slowly explained something to Mahesh in his ears and both of them were back to business. But what is this? Why am I feeling concious? Hey, even I am wearing formals, although without a tie, but yes formals are formals. And soon the next presentation on "Pic Porta", an online picture based website began, during which Mahesh received a call and he went outside the auditorium. Hoooooooo...I was feeling puzzled, surprized, amused, shocked...but then released too...as Mahesh left that place...he he he
Today, while I switched on my laptop, I saw Mahesh Murthy online on Gmail. We are already networking each other through Orkut. So I felt like chatting with him. I pinged him and then our discussion over business and entrepreneurship started...through gmail chat. I asked him casually, as to why he was scolding Santosh on his attire during the business plan contest. He explained me..."Only Entrepreneurs have the liberty to wear casuals during business time...formals are worn by employees, whereas casuals are worn by confident people, those who beleive themselves and have passion to live life according to their own terms and conditions...Formals are nothing but prisionwares, whereas casuals represent our choice" I respected his way of thinking, as to me, it appeared to be original. Although, I am not aloof from these kinds of theories, as many people including Shivani, Satyam, Bhaskar and others questioned me about my choice of attire...but then if a person of such a stature (Mahesh) says something which you really do not beleive in, you would atleast give him an ear for his original thoughts.
Yesterday was Rakshabandhan. And while tying Raakhi on my wrist, "Moni" presented me a pair of Jeans and a T-shirt. She said, "Bhaiyya, you look young in casuals and it's been ages that I have seen you wearing them...you don't even purchase them anymore, so thought to revive you slightly...Although it is not your regular Levis, but a Lee Cooper and a Bare, try them for their difference" My Mom supported her. And I was speechless...even my family members want me to look young and trendy...he he he...
How can I forget the words of Mr. Henry D'Souza, former Country Director of Xchanging India. During a casual interaction with him on a circket playground, Mr D'Souza praised my attire, thereby saying..."The first rule of being a professional is to look professional...and I am happy that you present yourself professionally...I really like your choice of ties very much...however my dear, this is a playground". he he he...I realized that I was in my executive formals even on a cricket playground.
And when I was in Malvern, Philadelphia, even Debra Detwieler, Sr. Vice President of Wachovia Wealth Management Services, praised my attire thrice during my two month stay. For that matter, she is the best dressed female on earth, I have ever encountered in my life. Just look her, and her attire would force you to respect her...
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...I AM CONFUSED NOW...what the hell...? What to wear? Why to wear? When to wear? Too many things and too many logics...Mahesh is a confident entrepreneur and has his own voice. Moni and Mom are my life...Henry is adorable. Debra is respectable. And all of them have different idealogies about dressing...what is mine?
I decided to find out an answer to this question...So I kept all my dresses in my almiraah...and thought to choose the one without thinking of any logic...
I shaved, had a nice shower...came to my room where the almiraah was located and closed my eyes. It took me near about 20 minutes, to arrive at Zero Mind, a meditation stage free from logics, thoughts, obstacles and worldly pleasures. I opened my eyes and glazed at all my dresses...Chose the one which I (read it again...it is "I") wanted to wear...It was my choice...and in next ten minutes, I was in my Flourshiem, (brown leather shoes complementing my brown leather belt)...comfortably swifted in a light yellow Zodiac (shirt) along with chocolate brown Blackberrys (two peice suite). On the top of it, the knot of my Code (tie) was slightly European styled.
On my request, my Mom asked me..."Who are you?"...and I replied..."BOND...SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED" he he he
While rejecting a tempting job offer from Bank Of America...I was asked, "What type of Banking do you specialize in?"...I slightly pushed the knot of my Code upward and replied..."HOSTILE TAKEOVERS"...he he he... Can we do that wearing casuals? The answer is...NO...he he he...
I don't know anything about cricket and other games...but in those Executive Formals, I feel..."I am mentally gamed for BUSINESS."
Get ready for some serious...MURDERS & ACQUISITIONS.
Bond
Friday, August 15, 2008
A Foolish Sentiment - Mera Bhaarat Mahaan
Quite often you all might have listened to the statement, "100 me se 99 be-imaan, fir bhi mera Bhaarat mahaan."
Does that statement looks logical enough?...I mean, how can Bhaarat be Mahaan, when 99% of it's so called jantaa is be-imaan?...Either the statistics mentioned in this statement is wrong or we Indians have a tendency to take pride in quoting those foolish statements which depicts nothing but our lack of original & logical thoughts.
Just because Shahrukh Khan quoted this statement in one of his movies, to create some kind of rhythm, the statement today has acceptance more than our National Anthem...We Indians consider ourselves to be emotional...but then this statement itself is illogical again...We are not just emotional, but EMOTIONAL FOOLS...
How easily did we start thinking that our country is independent and mahaan? The reason for this illogical thinking is that we DID NOT sacrifice anything to get this Independence. We got the independence for FREE…and it’s a world wide fact, that whatever is available for free is not so very valued.
That’s the reason why, we just tend to remember our country only during 15th August or/and 26th January…thereby hoisting flag, playing few patriotic movies & music, greeting people flawlessly by wishing them "Happy Independence / Republic Day" and doing all sorts of obnoxious things that we normally do not tend to do…
The big question is: What about the remaining 363 days?...where in everybody is so entangled in his/her encounters with life that we almost forget the word called India and its development.
The BIGGEST PROBLEM in this country is BEING A COMMON MAN. The world does not even recognize common people like Jagmohan Dasgputa, a grocery shop owner or Surajmal Sardesai, a gardener, or Haridas Shambharkar a clerk in Indian Railways or Lalkrishna Advani, a Hindu Politician or Bal Thakeray, a Maharashtrian Fundamentalist. These are the people who did nothing materialistic for the world, for a reason to be known by it. For that matter, any Michelle Hopkins in Hamburg or Michael Silvanus in New Hampshire DO surely recognize people like N. R. Narayanamurthy, Dheerubhai Ambani and Ratan Tata and so on and so froth…
Top class Software Engineers, Construction Professionals, Investment Bankers, Consultants, Scientists, Surgeons and Project Managers etc. are the people who are known not only in India, but also outside our national boundaries. People like these, bring recognition to our country. Today if India is being recognized by Europeans or US nationals, it’s only because of these educated and intellectual people. Please note, they do not know any common man of India…The irony is that we have a very less percentage of intellectual capital in India and more of common people…
And the Common Man of India is so very busy in celebrating Independence Day and feeling proud to be an Indian that he himself forgets that he has to be the one, who should be contributing to his nation by not being common. Even if he remembers, he is either not taking the plunge, or he is not daring to take stands in his life. On the contrary to this, he is very casual and satisfied with his life. Wow…what a waste of national talent?…
On a major scale, Religiously Fundamentalist Organizations, be it legal like VHP, Shiv-Sena, Bajrang Dal, RSS or illegal like Al-Kaida, Hizbul-Mujaheedin and so on and so froth target common people, provocate them and use them to fulfill their materialistic aspirations of acquiring power. At the end of the day, who loses?…Common Man…he he he…isn’t that silly enough? …These organizations, consisting mostly common people, hold protests against celebrating Valentines Day in India, thereby propagating that it is anti-Indian to celebrate the festival of love…and display man – woman affection. However, they don’t forget to worship Lord Krishna relentlessly, who used to do Raasleela not only with one, but hundreds of Gopi’s and that too publicly. The hard fact of life is that common people in India is not using his grey matter in analyzing things. Common Man in India feels that it is good to be conservative in expressing affection by kissing and touching, thereby branding these actions as European or American styles. He has created several boundaries where in people do hesitate in talking about sex openly, which otherwise is an integral part of any life...even yours. How foolish are they to forget that the world famous literature called Kama-sutra is actually an Indian creation and is well accepted not only in our Indian Mythology but also by most of the developed countries.
Dr. B.R. Ambedkar revolutionized the entire Constitution of India, by creating reservations for backward classes. Today, hundreds of educational reserved free seats remain vacant to such an extent that Maharashtra and other States have to re-conduct the entrances like CET and PET just to fill these seats. Still, people from backward classes do not go for studying. They quote several reasons, primary being…lack of money or poor governmental help and so on and so froth…WELL…THE TRUTH IS… they really don’t intend to acquire education…as other means of bread and butter seems to be very easy to them…consequently, they either end up working in garages or selling newspapers on traffic signals. I have witnessed these things personally, because I myself belong to Scheduled Caste and have spent close to twenty years living in slum areas of Nagpur wasting my precious time along with these people. I have seen many SC candidates using their Scholarship money in purchasing Jeans & T-shirts, taking their boyfriends & girlfriends to movie and spending illogically on silly things. They do everything with that money but they seldom purchase books and pay tuition fees out of it. And when I used to apply my candidature through General Seats, they used to comment on me that I should not do this…even if I don’t want the scholarship money, I should take it for them to meet their pocket expenses…Just imagine what would Dr. Ambedkar feel if he would see this situation today from heaven?...obviously he would feel ashamed as this WAS NOT his vision in creating reservation for these people. For me…reservation is no more a means for uplifting poor people…because if you feed a fish eater daily with a reserved fish, he will forget the art of fishing...Merit matters a lot...
During my IBM days, when I visited Nathupur, a slum of Gurgaon, for donating books to poor people’s children, I learnt that many rickshaw owners of them had sold those books to purchase daaru (wine) from the money in exchange.
The other day, I received a call from the call center of CRY, (Child Relief and You). "Sir, last year you saved this much of tax by donating Rs 6000/-. This year, if you would increase your donation amount to Rs 10,000/- you would be in so and so bracket and would save so and so tax."…WOW…if tax saving would have been my vision for donating thousands of my hard earned money, then I could have got some mutual funds or insurance plans. Isn’t it a real life joke?…quietly Indianized & commercialized…I don’t even feel like laughing over it.
These days I am trying to gather poor children in the slums of Gurgaon, through Teach India Campaign, a Times of India initiative. Believe me, in past one month, I managed to get just two poor children, whose parents agreed to send them to near by school on weekends. "Padh likh ke kiskaa bhalaa hotaa hai saahab…ladkaa kaarigari seekhegaa to kum umar me kamayega to sahi"…is the standard statement that I listen…even after trying my best to convince them about the benefits of studying…and then we Indians boasts of having Takshshila as the oldest university on earth…
I still can not forget Anjali, a very near & dear friend of mine, who requested me to accompany her to her home in Ranchi from Delhi, as she eloped with her boyfriend and her parents then claimed that her father got a heart attack. The incident happened somewhere in October 2006. When we both reached Ranchi Railway Station, she was immediately captivated by her own parents. In those two days where in which I stayed at her place, they did not even allow me to speak to her. Reason, her boyfriend has a different caste. Needless to say, she is still not allowed to step out of her home without anybody accompanying her, even today…How orthodox? How selfish such types of parents are that they give birth to their child just for the sake of few seconds of orgasm and don’t even bother about their child’s choice of life? Believe me, I am not even feeling sorry to use such harsh words against these kinds of parents, as I seriously feel that their act of punishing their own innocent children, especially girls of non-liberated families is a very HEINOUS act.
Aryabhatt was the only Indian Mathematician, who actually influenced the entire life of mankind…however, after him; nobody could actually change the dynamics of life. Not even CV Raman or Ramanujam or Subramanian Chandrasekhar. For that matter, these three scientist / mathematicians, are mostly considered South Indians and not even just Indians. Again people don’t leave even a single chance to claim their ownership in terms of caste and creed.
It’s really pity to think that in a country possessing the world’s richest temple called Tirupati, people are dying of hunger and lack of medication. I don’t really know, what motivates people in donating gold and hefty money to such temples and not to the needy people.
There are thousands and thousands of examples based on my own personal experiences, through which I finally conclude that India is not at all a place where in at least I should celebrate its independence. Since blog writing is entirely different from writing a book, I will have to cut short my list of such examples…But one thing is worth mentioning here is…IT ALL STARTS FROM HERE…HERE…YOU KNOW WHAT THIS PLACE IS CALLED?…MIND…YOU WILL WIN / LOSE FROM YOUR MIND…and unless the mindset of common people of India changes for betterment, I would continuously find myself living in a dustbin called India.
Although, I have lost hopes, but still I am trying my best to clean this dustbin…so that one fine day, I would truly celebrate the independence day and feel proud of being an Indian…I am sure, even Mr. Gandhi or for that matter, Mr. Patel, Mr. Singh, Mr. Pande, Mr. Azaad and so on and so froth would take pride in being an Indian, but only when we would truly eradicate the mess spread in our mindset. But this is for sure, that unlike them, I WILL NOT DEVOTE MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR CLEANING THIS MESS…as I am not born for it…I AM BORN TO RULE THE CORPORATE WORLD…and through it, I would try my best to swipe out the mess in the mindset of our common people…If I am successful, together we would celebrate the spirit of Indianizm, some day…and if I am not successful in this endeavor, you guys will find me well settled somewhere in the posh localities of US or Europe, minting money, fame and corporate success…after all I know the hard fact, that I don’t intend to spend my entire life in cleaning the garbage of a dustbin called India. And who would love to live his entire life in/around the garbage?...atleast not me...
Does that statement looks logical enough?...I mean, how can Bhaarat be Mahaan, when 99% of it's so called jantaa is be-imaan?...Either the statistics mentioned in this statement is wrong or we Indians have a tendency to take pride in quoting those foolish statements which depicts nothing but our lack of original & logical thoughts.
Just because Shahrukh Khan quoted this statement in one of his movies, to create some kind of rhythm, the statement today has acceptance more than our National Anthem...We Indians consider ourselves to be emotional...but then this statement itself is illogical again...We are not just emotional, but EMOTIONAL FOOLS...
How easily did we start thinking that our country is independent and mahaan? The reason for this illogical thinking is that we DID NOT sacrifice anything to get this Independence. We got the independence for FREE…and it’s a world wide fact, that whatever is available for free is not so very valued.
That’s the reason why, we just tend to remember our country only during 15th August or/and 26th January…thereby hoisting flag, playing few patriotic movies & music, greeting people flawlessly by wishing them "Happy Independence / Republic Day" and doing all sorts of obnoxious things that we normally do not tend to do…
The big question is: What about the remaining 363 days?...where in everybody is so entangled in his/her encounters with life that we almost forget the word called India and its development.
The BIGGEST PROBLEM in this country is BEING A COMMON MAN. The world does not even recognize common people like Jagmohan Dasgputa, a grocery shop owner or Surajmal Sardesai, a gardener, or Haridas Shambharkar a clerk in Indian Railways or Lalkrishna Advani, a Hindu Politician or Bal Thakeray, a Maharashtrian Fundamentalist. These are the people who did nothing materialistic for the world, for a reason to be known by it. For that matter, any Michelle Hopkins in Hamburg or Michael Silvanus in New Hampshire DO surely recognize people like N. R. Narayanamurthy, Dheerubhai Ambani and Ratan Tata and so on and so froth…
Top class Software Engineers, Construction Professionals, Investment Bankers, Consultants, Scientists, Surgeons and Project Managers etc. are the people who are known not only in India, but also outside our national boundaries. People like these, bring recognition to our country. Today if India is being recognized by Europeans or US nationals, it’s only because of these educated and intellectual people. Please note, they do not know any common man of India…The irony is that we have a very less percentage of intellectual capital in India and more of common people…
And the Common Man of India is so very busy in celebrating Independence Day and feeling proud to be an Indian that he himself forgets that he has to be the one, who should be contributing to his nation by not being common. Even if he remembers, he is either not taking the plunge, or he is not daring to take stands in his life. On the contrary to this, he is very casual and satisfied with his life. Wow…what a waste of national talent?…
On a major scale, Religiously Fundamentalist Organizations, be it legal like VHP, Shiv-Sena, Bajrang Dal, RSS or illegal like Al-Kaida, Hizbul-Mujaheedin and so on and so froth target common people, provocate them and use them to fulfill their materialistic aspirations of acquiring power. At the end of the day, who loses?…Common Man…he he he…isn’t that silly enough? …These organizations, consisting mostly common people, hold protests against celebrating Valentines Day in India, thereby propagating that it is anti-Indian to celebrate the festival of love…and display man – woman affection. However, they don’t forget to worship Lord Krishna relentlessly, who used to do Raasleela not only with one, but hundreds of Gopi’s and that too publicly. The hard fact of life is that common people in India is not using his grey matter in analyzing things. Common Man in India feels that it is good to be conservative in expressing affection by kissing and touching, thereby branding these actions as European or American styles. He has created several boundaries where in people do hesitate in talking about sex openly, which otherwise is an integral part of any life...even yours. How foolish are they to forget that the world famous literature called Kama-sutra is actually an Indian creation and is well accepted not only in our Indian Mythology but also by most of the developed countries.
Dr. B.R. Ambedkar revolutionized the entire Constitution of India, by creating reservations for backward classes. Today, hundreds of educational reserved free seats remain vacant to such an extent that Maharashtra and other States have to re-conduct the entrances like CET and PET just to fill these seats. Still, people from backward classes do not go for studying. They quote several reasons, primary being…lack of money or poor governmental help and so on and so froth…WELL…THE TRUTH IS… they really don’t intend to acquire education…as other means of bread and butter seems to be very easy to them…consequently, they either end up working in garages or selling newspapers on traffic signals. I have witnessed these things personally, because I myself belong to Scheduled Caste and have spent close to twenty years living in slum areas of Nagpur wasting my precious time along with these people. I have seen many SC candidates using their Scholarship money in purchasing Jeans & T-shirts, taking their boyfriends & girlfriends to movie and spending illogically on silly things. They do everything with that money but they seldom purchase books and pay tuition fees out of it. And when I used to apply my candidature through General Seats, they used to comment on me that I should not do this…even if I don’t want the scholarship money, I should take it for them to meet their pocket expenses…Just imagine what would Dr. Ambedkar feel if he would see this situation today from heaven?...obviously he would feel ashamed as this WAS NOT his vision in creating reservation for these people. For me…reservation is no more a means for uplifting poor people…because if you feed a fish eater daily with a reserved fish, he will forget the art of fishing...Merit matters a lot...
During my IBM days, when I visited Nathupur, a slum of Gurgaon, for donating books to poor people’s children, I learnt that many rickshaw owners of them had sold those books to purchase daaru (wine) from the money in exchange.
The other day, I received a call from the call center of CRY, (Child Relief and You). "Sir, last year you saved this much of tax by donating Rs 6000/-. This year, if you would increase your donation amount to Rs 10,000/- you would be in so and so bracket and would save so and so tax."…WOW…if tax saving would have been my vision for donating thousands of my hard earned money, then I could have got some mutual funds or insurance plans. Isn’t it a real life joke?…quietly Indianized & commercialized…I don’t even feel like laughing over it.
These days I am trying to gather poor children in the slums of Gurgaon, through Teach India Campaign, a Times of India initiative. Believe me, in past one month, I managed to get just two poor children, whose parents agreed to send them to near by school on weekends. "Padh likh ke kiskaa bhalaa hotaa hai saahab…ladkaa kaarigari seekhegaa to kum umar me kamayega to sahi"…is the standard statement that I listen…even after trying my best to convince them about the benefits of studying…and then we Indians boasts of having Takshshila as the oldest university on earth…
I still can not forget Anjali, a very near & dear friend of mine, who requested me to accompany her to her home in Ranchi from Delhi, as she eloped with her boyfriend and her parents then claimed that her father got a heart attack. The incident happened somewhere in October 2006. When we both reached Ranchi Railway Station, she was immediately captivated by her own parents. In those two days where in which I stayed at her place, they did not even allow me to speak to her. Reason, her boyfriend has a different caste. Needless to say, she is still not allowed to step out of her home without anybody accompanying her, even today…How orthodox? How selfish such types of parents are that they give birth to their child just for the sake of few seconds of orgasm and don’t even bother about their child’s choice of life? Believe me, I am not even feeling sorry to use such harsh words against these kinds of parents, as I seriously feel that their act of punishing their own innocent children, especially girls of non-liberated families is a very HEINOUS act.
Aryabhatt was the only Indian Mathematician, who actually influenced the entire life of mankind…however, after him; nobody could actually change the dynamics of life. Not even CV Raman or Ramanujam or Subramanian Chandrasekhar. For that matter, these three scientist / mathematicians, are mostly considered South Indians and not even just Indians. Again people don’t leave even a single chance to claim their ownership in terms of caste and creed.
It’s really pity to think that in a country possessing the world’s richest temple called Tirupati, people are dying of hunger and lack of medication. I don’t really know, what motivates people in donating gold and hefty money to such temples and not to the needy people.
There are thousands and thousands of examples based on my own personal experiences, through which I finally conclude that India is not at all a place where in at least I should celebrate its independence. Since blog writing is entirely different from writing a book, I will have to cut short my list of such examples…But one thing is worth mentioning here is…IT ALL STARTS FROM HERE…HERE…YOU KNOW WHAT THIS PLACE IS CALLED?…MIND…YOU WILL WIN / LOSE FROM YOUR MIND…and unless the mindset of common people of India changes for betterment, I would continuously find myself living in a dustbin called India.
Although, I have lost hopes, but still I am trying my best to clean this dustbin…so that one fine day, I would truly celebrate the independence day and feel proud of being an Indian…I am sure, even Mr. Gandhi or for that matter, Mr. Patel, Mr. Singh, Mr. Pande, Mr. Azaad and so on and so froth would take pride in being an Indian, but only when we would truly eradicate the mess spread in our mindset. But this is for sure, that unlike them, I WILL NOT DEVOTE MY ENTIRE LIFE FOR CLEANING THIS MESS…as I am not born for it…I AM BORN TO RULE THE CORPORATE WORLD…and through it, I would try my best to swipe out the mess in the mindset of our common people…If I am successful, together we would celebrate the spirit of Indianizm, some day…and if I am not successful in this endeavor, you guys will find me well settled somewhere in the posh localities of US or Europe, minting money, fame and corporate success…after all I know the hard fact, that I don’t intend to spend my entire life in cleaning the garbage of a dustbin called India. And who would love to live his entire life in/around the garbage?...atleast not me...
Monday, August 11, 2008
My First Appearance In A Business Magazine...
I never knew that I would get an invitation to attend a Business Plan contest, although I missed filing my nomination by just few days. However, Proto.in guys were courteous enough to invite me for their Entrepreneurial StartUp event as an audience. Entrepreneurship, being completly spread in my soul, would be my way of life, five years down the line. That's what I feel as of now...so I have to equip myself with all those arms and ammunitions required to play the mental game of business, whenever I would indulge myself into it. With an attempt to be in the good books of leading venture capitalists, angel investors and budding & established entrepreneurs, I manage to take time out of my regular work and do stuffs that makes me closer to them. Must tell you all, that today I have at-least 9 country heads of various MNC's, 15 budding entrepreneurs, 26 established entrepreneurs, close to 10 Venture Capitalists and 2 of India's top most business coloumnist and bloggers in my network. My connections with those who are from ISB's, IIM's and other business schools accross the globe are not yet included in the above list, just to keep the ground realities intact.
So with an intent to increase the size of my business networking list, I thought to take some time from my regular schedules and invest it, in attending this event which was scheduled at IIT Delhi, on 17th and 18th of July.
The moment I entered the auditorium, I saw an elderly figure addressing the entire group of close to 400 budding and established entrepreneurs, invited from all parts of our country. I quickly recognized him, as Mr. Kiran Karnik...former President of NASSCOM. During the QnA session, I asked him about the poor governmental help in promoting business in our country. Although I was not so very convinced by his answer, I respected him to atleast backing the governmental measures that NASSCOM supported during his days...That was the first time when the group actually felt my presence.
When Kiruba Shankar addressed the group about blogging, I never knew him. However, after going through his rich portfolio of being a regular colomnist of Business Standard magazine & The Asian Age daily, his affiliations with Wikipedia's co-founders and being India's number one business cum tech blogger, I was truely impressed by his simplistic persona. During networking breaks, he motivated me to be a thought leader while expressing ourself through blogs.
While listening to Mahesh Murthy, a VC from Pinstorm and Passion Fund, I learnt that there are lots and lots of opportunities around us, the only hurdle in identifying them is our lack of awareness. Interacting with a person, who himself visited 40 countries on this planet, played key roles in establishing MTV and Star TV in India, working for various international brands by being a college drop out was just immortal. I am glad he remembered me later, while accepting my friendship request on orkut.
During a special session on brand management, a couple was constantly murmering behind me. I was very irritated by them. I started staring them every now and then, thereby giving them a nonverbal message..."These silly people, they would never leave their Indianism". During the break, I was flipping through a business magazine called DARE (July 2008 issue), exclusively dedicated to entrepreneurship. While turning few pages I got stuck on a photograph, as I felt that I saw the person in the photograph somewhere. Suddenly, something striked me and I turned back to see the couple sitting behind me. The person in the photograph, was the one who was murmuring behind me...he he he...he introduced himself as Leonard Fernandes, co-founder of Cinnamontel, a print on demand service company. Wow...in the next few minutes we exchanged our business cards and talked about our respective domains.
Pataa nahi kaise kaise jokes ho jaate hai real life me...he he he
The first day was generally filled with speeches, informative sessions covering business aspects of entrepreneurship. My vibrant participation was well marked and felt by the organizors of the event. So for the second day, they asked me to be one of the second league of 10 judges to evaluate the performance of the participants. The first league of judges comprized of various business heads and coporate honchos...Accordingly, they called me to board the front seat, as I was sitting in one of the back seats, habitually. They clicked few photographs and promised me that they will make them available to me...which I didn't get till now...he he he
Today, at home, when I was going through the August 2008 issue of "DARE", I was thrilled to see a person in a photograph present in an article that covered the entire event. Must tell you, this was the second time, when a photograph in DARE caught my attention. Oh my God ! I can't beleive this...IT WAS ME...featuring in that last photograph, showing the second league of judges. (see Page # 88).
I always dream of being on the cover pages of leading business magazines. May be this is just the beginning...of all my dreams, which eventually would turn into realities. There are many milestones to come accross...I know the going will be tough enough in reaching the Coverpage from page # 88...but I am game for it...let's wait and watch...till then just think on the below mentioned line...
Pataa nahi kaise kaise jokes ho jaate hai real life me...he he he
So with an intent to increase the size of my business networking list, I thought to take some time from my regular schedules and invest it, in attending this event which was scheduled at IIT Delhi, on 17th and 18th of July.
The moment I entered the auditorium, I saw an elderly figure addressing the entire group of close to 400 budding and established entrepreneurs, invited from all parts of our country. I quickly recognized him, as Mr. Kiran Karnik...former President of NASSCOM. During the QnA session, I asked him about the poor governmental help in promoting business in our country. Although I was not so very convinced by his answer, I respected him to atleast backing the governmental measures that NASSCOM supported during his days...That was the first time when the group actually felt my presence.
When Kiruba Shankar addressed the group about blogging, I never knew him. However, after going through his rich portfolio of being a regular colomnist of Business Standard magazine & The Asian Age daily, his affiliations with Wikipedia's co-founders and being India's number one business cum tech blogger, I was truely impressed by his simplistic persona. During networking breaks, he motivated me to be a thought leader while expressing ourself through blogs.
While listening to Mahesh Murthy, a VC from Pinstorm and Passion Fund, I learnt that there are lots and lots of opportunities around us, the only hurdle in identifying them is our lack of awareness. Interacting with a person, who himself visited 40 countries on this planet, played key roles in establishing MTV and Star TV in India, working for various international brands by being a college drop out was just immortal. I am glad he remembered me later, while accepting my friendship request on orkut.
During a special session on brand management, a couple was constantly murmering behind me. I was very irritated by them. I started staring them every now and then, thereby giving them a nonverbal message..."These silly people, they would never leave their Indianism". During the break, I was flipping through a business magazine called DARE (July 2008 issue), exclusively dedicated to entrepreneurship. While turning few pages I got stuck on a photograph, as I felt that I saw the person in the photograph somewhere. Suddenly, something striked me and I turned back to see the couple sitting behind me. The person in the photograph, was the one who was murmuring behind me...he he he...he introduced himself as Leonard Fernandes, co-founder of Cinnamontel, a print on demand service company. Wow...in the next few minutes we exchanged our business cards and talked about our respective domains.
Pataa nahi kaise kaise jokes ho jaate hai real life me...he he he
The first day was generally filled with speeches, informative sessions covering business aspects of entrepreneurship. My vibrant participation was well marked and felt by the organizors of the event. So for the second day, they asked me to be one of the second league of 10 judges to evaluate the performance of the participants. The first league of judges comprized of various business heads and coporate honchos...Accordingly, they called me to board the front seat, as I was sitting in one of the back seats, habitually. They clicked few photographs and promised me that they will make them available to me...which I didn't get till now...he he he
Today, at home, when I was going through the August 2008 issue of "DARE", I was thrilled to see a person in a photograph present in an article that covered the entire event. Must tell you, this was the second time, when a photograph in DARE caught my attention. Oh my God ! I can't beleive this...IT WAS ME...featuring in that last photograph, showing the second league of judges. (see Page # 88).
I always dream of being on the cover pages of leading business magazines. May be this is just the beginning...of all my dreams, which eventually would turn into realities. There are many milestones to come accross...I know the going will be tough enough in reaching the Coverpage from page # 88...but I am game for it...let's wait and watch...till then just think on the below mentioned line...
Pataa nahi kaise kaise jokes ho jaate hai real life me...he he he
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Thanks Navneet...
Who would have ever thought that becoming an Assistant Manager in my organization would be so very tough for me. Atleast not me, nor my fellow colleagues who are Management Trainees (M.T.) in the same organization. Although, I have had completed 90 percent of my trainings by July 25, I was very sure of the completion of my entire MT roadmap by the time I would have graduated as an A.M. as more than half a month was left for the D day...which was scheduled on 20th August.
But wait ! Before transitioning myself from M.T. to an A.M., life wanted to me learn few things, like time management, target management and success management. Life wanted me to understand personally what that powerfull emotion called MOTIVATION was all about. It wanted me to learn a word called ENDURANCE, not through a dictionary but through practical experiences.
I still remember the 26th day of June this year, when I got an email with a user id and a password for my CIPM course, which was a part of my MT roadmap. I thought it was just like another course/training that I had to complete on the web, so as to graduate as an A.M. Never did I think that the course is very very (and one more times) very lengthy to be completed in a period of a month. We M.T.'s had already written several e-mails to the training department about it and never got satisfactory responses earlier...also, we witnessed few M.T.'s graduating as A.M.'s without it's completion. So we also developed a casual attitude towards it. But no...just when there was about a month left for my graduation, I received this email and thought that I would attempt this training after the completion of our monthly Investment Performance Measurement exercise called DAP.
So on July 26, when it was a Satuday, I thought to complete my remaining roadmap...when I logged into the training website, I was shocked to see the course content which was never ending...I immediately called Puja, another M.T. and informed her that we had been fooled...the training is very long and time taking...plus the way it was designed, it was almost impossible for us to complete it in a months time. And on the top of it, I already promised my team members to coach them for Six Sigma Green Belt program. Not only this, another email that I received from the training department revealed that we have to complete this training pior to 30th of the month, so as to be eligible for the actual CIPM exam in the following month...Oooooooooooooooh...what is this? How will I manage both the herculian tasks simultaneously...I was literally shivering...as for me, the target was to complete this training in just five days...Oh God! isn't that impossible...I mean if it would just have been click click and click, then I could have done it in just a single day...but no...learning was the only aim of that training so that one can clear the CIPM exam after it's completion.
Somehow, I decided to get started...and yo...I was on...but hey...the course structure is just the same as that of PMP...How casual was I in my thoughts, when I picked up a book on Project Management Professionals (PMP), two years ago from The Om Book Shop, located at The Metropoliton Mall, out of sheer curiosity. Those days, I thought project management was one of the sought after domains, that professionals strived for. So it was not good for me to remain unaware about it. Atleast, I should have a basic idea about what it is all about so that people don't call me a geek. That book gave me an information that Project Management Institute gives six months to it's students to complete this course...and see the saga of life, that an equivalent course called CIPM is giving me just few days to complete it...Notheless, did I think while purchasing that book...that this domain would literally give me tight goosebumps in my later life...he he he...
I toiled days and nights, flipping close to four thousand slides, thereby ignoring my parent's arrival from Nagpur. And when it was Monday morning, I realized that Saturday and Sunday already passed away and I was studying for this course non-stop for about thirty five hours...woooooooooo...I did that earlier with Six Sigma too...but this was relatively a longer one...I went home, slept for about five hours and then was back to office, as I was tensed regarding the completion of the course...Less time for a lengthy course...thereby recalling and memorizing everything present in those four thousand slides which included several theories, formulae, calculations, diagramming and so on and so froth...and clearing five tests apart from the final Mock test after which the training department would line me up for the paper based CIPM exam...wwwwoooooooo, along with five other trainings remaining in my roadmap...he he he...what a joke...felt like crying...?
It would not have been so very difficult, if I would have had 'TIME' in my bucket...but that was the entire crux...I had to manage everything in just few days...wasn't that challenging enough...? Lakshmi from Training department adviced me to complete the training till 8th August so as to complete the roadmap and be eligible for the paper based test...thanks to her for understanding my problem...and extending the deadline...which still looked quite unacheivable...
Hooooooooooohhhh...days got stretched up from 24 hours, to 35 hours apart from 4 to 5 hours of sleep in between. Guards in my office were bored of seeing my face whenever they used to come to check my presence...as they had to switch off the lights...Barista guys were fed up with preparing coffee and sandwiches for me atleast five times a day...Vending machine serving Lays and Bites got choked up by my frequent usage...and above all...I got a a new name, VOLINI SPRAY...he he he...given by the nurses lined up at the medical room in my office...who used to witness my paining neck and backbone...thereby spraying the pain killing Volini (a healing medication) after every five to six hours...
From Parametric Modeling to Delphi Techniques...from Precedence Diagramming to calculation of floats & duration...from Monte Carlo Simulation to Investment Appraisals...from Crashing to PERT'ing...from designing Critical Paths to estimating costs and doing Economic Monetary Valuation analysis...my life was completely berserkkkkkkkkkk...I learnt only one thing...that studying project management itself became a project for me...gradually I cleared all the tests except the Mock one...
It was 6th day of August, when I was about to appear for the Mock Test...for the first time after learning that I have completed reading 60% of my course...but it was just reading, and not full preparation...Plus I just wanted to get rid of it as I was quite bored...and when I clicked an option for the last Mock Test question on my computer, I was completely shattered to see...that I could not clear the Mock Test...To my dismay, I was broken...I just went home and slept for about 4 hours...when I returned to office, I spoke to several M.T.'s and then thought of raising an exception for this course as I somehow realized that it is nearly impossible for completing it in the next two days...Raising exception was another coward option...used by several M.T.'s...yet I decided to speak to Navneet, my manager...
After listening to my story, Navneet said, "Rishi, you still have two days left...and with the amount of input you had given to this course, I am pretty sure that you would be able to finish it within time...just give it a shot again...if it doesn't work out, then I would speak to the HR and Training department for raising an exception...but till then atleast try your second (out of three) attempt..."
With those positive expectations from Navneet and her filtered & chosen words falling on my ears, I was sure that even if I don't complete this training, my graduation would not be affected...atleast my manager is with me...somehow, I got charged up with positive moral...and decided to re-do the entire material once again...
I don't really remember how hours passed away...and when Navneet was back the very next day, she asked me why was my cell phone out of reach?...I told her that my cell was being used by my Mom with another simcard...she then informed me, that she called because she wanted to know about the status of my training and test...
Now I felt - I am being cared...whatever she spoke to me a day earlier, were not just normal words of a manager...now I realized that it had a personal touch too...
And when Shailly casually asked Navneet, "Ye kyaa haal karwaa diyaa aapne Rishi kaa?", Navneet replied,"Karne do...hone do uskaa aisaa haal...tabhi to efficiency pataa chalti hai"...hhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....WHAT IS THIS? The situation was...if things go fine...everything would be normal for me...but if they go wrong...then I would be perceived as inefficient...he he he...AMAZING...WONDERFUL...MARVELOUS...STUPENDOUS...I don't know, from where Navneet learnt this technique of boosting moral and then giving a challenge...
THAT WAS THE POINT WHEN I GOT FOCUSSED WITH A ZERO MIND...This was the real life situation which made me feel as if I am Mr Bond...thereby considering Navneet as Madam "M"...he he he...I somehow recollected myself and geared up for the MISSION CIPM...
I don't really know how I invested another 18 hours with extreme determination, focus, and perseverance...at about 12.00 PM on August 8, I saw a Congratulations message popping up on my screen after hitting the last question of the Mock Test...
KUDOS...to whom?...to me? No...not to me...but to Navneet...? If still you guys ask me the reasons for it...then just stop reading my blogs from now on...
NOW I REALLY KNOW WHAT TRIUMPH IS ALL ABOUT...it would help me in clearing my educational, professional and personal goals in my later life...
Now I can say, that I have learnt my lessons prior to becoming an A.M...
Leadership is all about creating positive examples...and in this journey, it is all about experiencing and setting stretch targets...Not just setting them...but also acheiving them too...after all setting impossible target separates you from masses...but acheiving them, enable you to create your own classes...
MISSION CIPM PHASE 1...ACCOMPLISHED...
Bond
But wait ! Before transitioning myself from M.T. to an A.M., life wanted to me learn few things, like time management, target management and success management. Life wanted me to understand personally what that powerfull emotion called MOTIVATION was all about. It wanted me to learn a word called ENDURANCE, not through a dictionary but through practical experiences.
I still remember the 26th day of June this year, when I got an email with a user id and a password for my CIPM course, which was a part of my MT roadmap. I thought it was just like another course/training that I had to complete on the web, so as to graduate as an A.M. Never did I think that the course is very very (and one more times) very lengthy to be completed in a period of a month. We M.T.'s had already written several e-mails to the training department about it and never got satisfactory responses earlier...also, we witnessed few M.T.'s graduating as A.M.'s without it's completion. So we also developed a casual attitude towards it. But no...just when there was about a month left for my graduation, I received this email and thought that I would attempt this training after the completion of our monthly Investment Performance Measurement exercise called DAP.
So on July 26, when it was a Satuday, I thought to complete my remaining roadmap...when I logged into the training website, I was shocked to see the course content which was never ending...I immediately called Puja, another M.T. and informed her that we had been fooled...the training is very long and time taking...plus the way it was designed, it was almost impossible for us to complete it in a months time. And on the top of it, I already promised my team members to coach them for Six Sigma Green Belt program. Not only this, another email that I received from the training department revealed that we have to complete this training pior to 30th of the month, so as to be eligible for the actual CIPM exam in the following month...Oooooooooooooooh...what is this? How will I manage both the herculian tasks simultaneously...I was literally shivering...as for me, the target was to complete this training in just five days...Oh God! isn't that impossible...I mean if it would just have been click click and click, then I could have done it in just a single day...but no...learning was the only aim of that training so that one can clear the CIPM exam after it's completion.
Somehow, I decided to get started...and yo...I was on...but hey...the course structure is just the same as that of PMP...How casual was I in my thoughts, when I picked up a book on Project Management Professionals (PMP), two years ago from The Om Book Shop, located at The Metropoliton Mall, out of sheer curiosity. Those days, I thought project management was one of the sought after domains, that professionals strived for. So it was not good for me to remain unaware about it. Atleast, I should have a basic idea about what it is all about so that people don't call me a geek. That book gave me an information that Project Management Institute gives six months to it's students to complete this course...and see the saga of life, that an equivalent course called CIPM is giving me just few days to complete it...Notheless, did I think while purchasing that book...that this domain would literally give me tight goosebumps in my later life...he he he...
I toiled days and nights, flipping close to four thousand slides, thereby ignoring my parent's arrival from Nagpur. And when it was Monday morning, I realized that Saturday and Sunday already passed away and I was studying for this course non-stop for about thirty five hours...woooooooooo...I did that earlier with Six Sigma too...but this was relatively a longer one...I went home, slept for about five hours and then was back to office, as I was tensed regarding the completion of the course...Less time for a lengthy course...thereby recalling and memorizing everything present in those four thousand slides which included several theories, formulae, calculations, diagramming and so on and so froth...and clearing five tests apart from the final Mock test after which the training department would line me up for the paper based CIPM exam...wwwwoooooooo, along with five other trainings remaining in my roadmap...he he he...what a joke...felt like crying...?
It would not have been so very difficult, if I would have had 'TIME' in my bucket...but that was the entire crux...I had to manage everything in just few days...wasn't that challenging enough...? Lakshmi from Training department adviced me to complete the training till 8th August so as to complete the roadmap and be eligible for the paper based test...thanks to her for understanding my problem...and extending the deadline...which still looked quite unacheivable...
Hooooooooooohhhh...days got stretched up from 24 hours, to 35 hours apart from 4 to 5 hours of sleep in between. Guards in my office were bored of seeing my face whenever they used to come to check my presence...as they had to switch off the lights...Barista guys were fed up with preparing coffee and sandwiches for me atleast five times a day...Vending machine serving Lays and Bites got choked up by my frequent usage...and above all...I got a a new name, VOLINI SPRAY...he he he...given by the nurses lined up at the medical room in my office...who used to witness my paining neck and backbone...thereby spraying the pain killing Volini (a healing medication) after every five to six hours...
From Parametric Modeling to Delphi Techniques...from Precedence Diagramming to calculation of floats & duration...from Monte Carlo Simulation to Investment Appraisals...from Crashing to PERT'ing...from designing Critical Paths to estimating costs and doing Economic Monetary Valuation analysis...my life was completely berserkkkkkkkkkk...I learnt only one thing...that studying project management itself became a project for me...gradually I cleared all the tests except the Mock one...
It was 6th day of August, when I was about to appear for the Mock Test...for the first time after learning that I have completed reading 60% of my course...but it was just reading, and not full preparation...Plus I just wanted to get rid of it as I was quite bored...and when I clicked an option for the last Mock Test question on my computer, I was completely shattered to see...that I could not clear the Mock Test...To my dismay, I was broken...I just went home and slept for about 4 hours...when I returned to office, I spoke to several M.T.'s and then thought of raising an exception for this course as I somehow realized that it is nearly impossible for completing it in the next two days...Raising exception was another coward option...used by several M.T.'s...yet I decided to speak to Navneet, my manager...
After listening to my story, Navneet said, "Rishi, you still have two days left...and with the amount of input you had given to this course, I am pretty sure that you would be able to finish it within time...just give it a shot again...if it doesn't work out, then I would speak to the HR and Training department for raising an exception...but till then atleast try your second (out of three) attempt..."
With those positive expectations from Navneet and her filtered & chosen words falling on my ears, I was sure that even if I don't complete this training, my graduation would not be affected...atleast my manager is with me...somehow, I got charged up with positive moral...and decided to re-do the entire material once again...
I don't really remember how hours passed away...and when Navneet was back the very next day, she asked me why was my cell phone out of reach?...I told her that my cell was being used by my Mom with another simcard...she then informed me, that she called because she wanted to know about the status of my training and test...
Now I felt - I am being cared...whatever she spoke to me a day earlier, were not just normal words of a manager...now I realized that it had a personal touch too...
And when Shailly casually asked Navneet, "Ye kyaa haal karwaa diyaa aapne Rishi kaa?", Navneet replied,"Karne do...hone do uskaa aisaa haal...tabhi to efficiency pataa chalti hai"...hhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....WHAT IS THIS? The situation was...if things go fine...everything would be normal for me...but if they go wrong...then I would be perceived as inefficient...he he he...AMAZING...WONDERFUL...MARVELOUS...STUPENDOUS...I don't know, from where Navneet learnt this technique of boosting moral and then giving a challenge...
THAT WAS THE POINT WHEN I GOT FOCUSSED WITH A ZERO MIND...This was the real life situation which made me feel as if I am Mr Bond...thereby considering Navneet as Madam "M"...he he he...I somehow recollected myself and geared up for the MISSION CIPM...
I don't really know how I invested another 18 hours with extreme determination, focus, and perseverance...at about 12.00 PM on August 8, I saw a Congratulations message popping up on my screen after hitting the last question of the Mock Test...
KUDOS...to whom?...to me? No...not to me...but to Navneet...? If still you guys ask me the reasons for it...then just stop reading my blogs from now on...
NOW I REALLY KNOW WHAT TRIUMPH IS ALL ABOUT...it would help me in clearing my educational, professional and personal goals in my later life...
Now I can say, that I have learnt my lessons prior to becoming an A.M...
Leadership is all about creating positive examples...and in this journey, it is all about experiencing and setting stretch targets...Not just setting them...but also acheiving them too...after all setting impossible target separates you from masses...but acheiving them, enable you to create your own classes...
MISSION CIPM PHASE 1...ACCOMPLISHED...
Bond
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Investment Performance Measurement – Introduction and Importance
Investment Performance Measurement is a series of modern day application of classical statistics to investment related data, so as to differentiate investment manager’s success from failure on a macro level. On a micro level it is used to determine the success or failure of a particular portfolio’s performance too.
Investors, be it individual or institutional, create their investment portfolio which consists of various investment assets that are traded over several stock exchanges like NASDAQ or NYSE and many more. Such trading does affect the rates of returns of individual securities. If an investment asset in a portfolio brings in more return, it consequently increases the overall rate of return of the portfolio.
Investment managers are approached by the investors to strategically design their portfolios. Depending upon their reputation in the market such Investment Managers charge hefty commission or fees to the investors to chalk out value based asset allocation thereby predicting / targeting increased portfolio returns. Of-course, apart from targeting returns, the investment managers also consider various risks and time frames. If the portfolio fetches returns above predictions / targets, the investment manager is considered to be successful in strategizing asset allocation and would add feathers in his cap of success.
Many reputed companies in the United States like JP Morgan, Goldman Sachs, Mellon, Wachovia Corp., Morgan Stanley, Smith Barney etc., do performance measurement and evaluations to analyze the performance of their client portfolios and success of their investment managers. Of-course, there are other companies too, which might not be so very popular, but are actively involved in this foray of business. Such companies would be Ortec-Pearl, Base-Two Investments, Wilshire, First Rate, Sungard, and Wilmington Trust and so on and so froth.
Each portfolio is evaluated against certain guidelines and parameters (such as duration or weight by sector, free inflows & outflows, quality rating, country or region) that are established before the launch of the portfolio. Often portfolios are measured against established benchmarks like S&P 500, Russell 1000 or Dow-Jones Industrial Average. While investment manager makes trading decisions within the scope of each portfolio, how well he has executed these decisions is determined through the portfolio’s return and performance against its benchmark. Investment Performance Measurement clarifies whether the trades executed in a portfolio have been profitable and whether the bets (over-weights and under-weights) made in the portfolio have been paid off.
Being in the business of Investment Performance Measurement does not mean that anyone can change or invent his / her methodology for evaluating performances. This domain of business is tightly griped by the established Global Investment Performance Standards (GIPS). Companies involved in this business have to adhere to the guidelines governed by the GIPS, for calculating and reporting investment related whitepapers and analysis. These standards provide requirements and guidance for calculations, frequency of measurement, composite architecture and disclosure of methodologies and anomalies in the presentation of performance related data.
In developing countries like India, Investment Performance Measurement is a domain which is less explored and is still in a very nascent stage. The fact that there is not even a single Indian authored book written on this subject and that educational institutes have still not identified it as a discipline, shows us the virginity of this investment science at-least in India. Till date CIPM remains the only acceptable designation globally in the field of investment performance measurement, and is awarded by the CFA Institute in the US.
I am totally thrilled and excited to demystify whether the portfolio’s return is attributable to the investment manager’s skills or just luck and whether the portfolio is being managed to the style identified in the investment management agreement. If you are also equally thrilled and excited as I am, then don’t forget to check this blog-page in future for more detailed information around this subject. Your feedback and suggestions would definitely help and would be embraced with both my hands.
Investors, be it individual or institutional, create their investment portfolio which consists of various investment assets that are traded over several stock exchanges like NASDAQ or NYSE and many more. Such trading does affect the rates of returns of individual securities. If an investment asset in a portfolio brings in more return, it consequently increases the overall rate of return of the portfolio.
Investment managers are approached by the investors to strategically design their portfolios. Depending upon their reputation in the market such Investment Managers charge hefty commission or fees to the investors to chalk out value based asset allocation thereby predicting / targeting increased portfolio returns. Of-course, apart from targeting returns, the investment managers also consider various risks and time frames. If the portfolio fetches returns above predictions / targets, the investment manager is considered to be successful in strategizing asset allocation and would add feathers in his cap of success.
Many reputed companies in the United States like JP Morgan, Goldman Sachs, Mellon, Wachovia Corp., Morgan Stanley, Smith Barney etc., do performance measurement and evaluations to analyze the performance of their client portfolios and success of their investment managers. Of-course, there are other companies too, which might not be so very popular, but are actively involved in this foray of business. Such companies would be Ortec-Pearl, Base-Two Investments, Wilshire, First Rate, Sungard, and Wilmington Trust and so on and so froth.
Each portfolio is evaluated against certain guidelines and parameters (such as duration or weight by sector, free inflows & outflows, quality rating, country or region) that are established before the launch of the portfolio. Often portfolios are measured against established benchmarks like S&P 500, Russell 1000 or Dow-Jones Industrial Average. While investment manager makes trading decisions within the scope of each portfolio, how well he has executed these decisions is determined through the portfolio’s return and performance against its benchmark. Investment Performance Measurement clarifies whether the trades executed in a portfolio have been profitable and whether the bets (over-weights and under-weights) made in the portfolio have been paid off.
Being in the business of Investment Performance Measurement does not mean that anyone can change or invent his / her methodology for evaluating performances. This domain of business is tightly griped by the established Global Investment Performance Standards (GIPS). Companies involved in this business have to adhere to the guidelines governed by the GIPS, for calculating and reporting investment related whitepapers and analysis. These standards provide requirements and guidance for calculations, frequency of measurement, composite architecture and disclosure of methodologies and anomalies in the presentation of performance related data.
In developing countries like India, Investment Performance Measurement is a domain which is less explored and is still in a very nascent stage. The fact that there is not even a single Indian authored book written on this subject and that educational institutes have still not identified it as a discipline, shows us the virginity of this investment science at-least in India. Till date CIPM remains the only acceptable designation globally in the field of investment performance measurement, and is awarded by the CFA Institute in the US.
I am totally thrilled and excited to demystify whether the portfolio’s return is attributable to the investment manager’s skills or just luck and whether the portfolio is being managed to the style identified in the investment management agreement. If you are also equally thrilled and excited as I am, then don’t forget to check this blog-page in future for more detailed information around this subject. Your feedback and suggestions would definitely help and would be embraced with both my hands.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wo Peele Rang Ki Shabh...
Chaudhavi raat ka chaand tha,
aur ufak (horizon) me santoori sitare bhi they.
Zabi (forehead) taane,
wo chamak rahe they
damak bhi rahe they.
Maano unse sunder,
unse paak,
us raat koi na thaa.
Poore ek sau aath gulaabo pe paao rakh kar,
kabhi girte hue,
to kabhi mere haatho ko thaamkar…
sambhalte hue us raat,
wo ghar aayee thee.
Na jaane kitno ke armaano ko raundhtee hue,
surmayee raat me,
peela joda pehne,
meri tanhaaee ke andhere saahil pe wo utree thee.
Use peele jode me dekh,
chaand bhi gash khaaker
apne hi kaasho (slices) me but gaya tha.
bikhar gaya tha.
Santoori sitaare bhi haya se jaise,
rooposh (hide) hi ho gaye they.
posheeda (secret) ho gaye they,
kehkashaan (galaxy) me.
Raanaai (makeup) uski aisee thee,
ke khud Eesa (Jesus) ke haatho se,
girija gharo me,
anjeele (bible) gir padee thi.
Uske jism se niklee,
rogan (body oil) ki mehek,
saba me bikhree,
to matho (Buddhist monastry) me leen,
Buddh ka dhyaan,
chatak gaya tha kasam se.
Uske noor ke chund katro ki jumbish (movement) ,
bardaasht na kar paaya tha,
madeene (holy place) ka khuda bhi.
Raat ne bhi,
haule se apna,
mazhab badal liya tha.
Andhere us raat ke,
peele padne lage the.
Aise hi peele andhero me,
jhat se lapak ke, mere haatho se,
chheen liya tha usne,
chaabiyo ka guchcha.
Chaabi ko ek hi baar ghumaake,
meri tanhaayee pe lage taale ko,
khol hi diya tha usne aakhir.
Apne pairo se,
shagun gira kar,
bilkul ek nayee naveli dulhan ki tarah,
jab rakha usne apna pehla kadam,
mera ghar tab,
ghar nahi raha thaa.
Aashiyaana ban gaya thaa.
Aur isee aashiyaane me us raat,
wo umadhtee rahee,
itthlaatee rahee,
balkhaatee rahee,
nakhraatee rahee.
Achaanak daaat ke bolee,
"Rishi, khaana kha lo,"
bilkul jaise Nagpur me Maa,
Baabuji ko,
daaat ke khaana khilaatee hai.
Khaate waqt,
doodhiya kheer se usne,
kaaju, kishmish, aakhrot aur baadaam,
alag kar diye they.
unhe wapas pateele me daal diye the.
maano zindagi ke saare mewe,
usne mere liye rakh chhoda ho.
Chaand sitaare,
Eesa, Buddh aur Khuda,
sab ke sab,
hairat se dekh rahe they.
Jal rahe they,
thandi aag me.
Rukhsat ki ghadi me,
jaate jaate,
bilkul angrezi lehze me,
usne meri mohobbat per
sawal puchcha tha.
Mai hasee mazaak me,
kisi tarah se,
taal gaya tha wo sawaal.
Uske jaane ke baad,
wahi sawaal mujhse,
aasmaanee farishto ne bhi puchcha.
Chaand aur sitaaro ko to,
bata dee maine,
apne dil ki baat.
Aur kaanafoosi me,
Eesa, Buddh aur Khuda ko bhi
pataa chale mere jazbaat.
Na jaane kyo,
ek bus usee se mehzoob (confidential) rakha,
maine apne eeshwaangar (godly lover) ka naam.
Shayad jaanta tha mai,
ke meri hi tarah uski zindagi me bhi,
ek ishq-e-ilaahee (lover) hai.
Jiskee wo dil-o-jaan se,
parastish (prayer) kartee hai.
Uskee isee parastish me khalal na daalna bhi,
to meri mohobbat ki ek adaa hi hai.
Wo apne hisse ka ishq,
bade Gaurav (her lover) ke saath,
nibhaa rahi thee.
aur mai apne hisse ka ishq,
lambee saase lekar,
nibha raha hu.
meri saaso ka uski Khushbu ke saath,
ruhaani rish(i)ta hai.
To kya hua,
gar mere saath,
wo nahi hai aaj.
To kya hua,
gar uske dil me,
nahi hai mere naam ka taaj,
Wo peele rang ki shabh to,
aaj bhi mere dil me,
meri rooh me,
mere aashiyaane me jaavidaa (evergreen) hai.
Jise dekh dekh aaj bhi,
aasmaani farishte,
hairat se jalte hai,
Thandi aag me…
Bilkul meri hi tarah.
Ek hi raat me, puri zindagee jee lee maine,
Ek hi raat ne, puri zindagee le lee meri.--
Aadab Arz Hai...
Rishi Gajbhiye (Sukhanwar)
Date : somewhere in July 2005
A writer always derives inspiration from a particular source and then falls in love with it.
Only then, he is able to pen down his original thoughts…and craft poems which makes him prolific…
The day when I joined IBM, I met her in my induction session…and thereafter we became good friends. Khushbu, as her name suggests, gradually got spread in my days and nights, just like an aroma…I was the biggest Casanova in our entire batch where as she had Gaurav in her life…and we both tried our best to be the open books for each other…
One fine day, I invited her for a dinner. Since my residence was very near to our office she agreed and came to my place. She was dressed in a yellow salwaar suit. While I was serving dinner, which I cooked for her, she found my diary and read few of my poems. She did not believe that I used to write poetry. So to test my writing skills, she insisted me to write something on love…Now love was something, which I never attempted in my earlier life…not even in my poems…
I used to pen down other aspects of life except love…because it was not my cup of tea…So I simply denied writing and talking about this complicated subject…
It’s more than three years now that she came to my place for dinner…forget about communication, we were not even in contact with each other…reason could simply be a misunderstanding…which we never tried to resolve…and we both got busy in our respective life, thereby giving priority to our career…
Suddenly after three long years, we inadvertently faced each other in Philadelphia…that too accidentally…
She is pursuing her MBA there and I went there on an onsite project…now why on earth, such accidents happen and that too when we don’t even expect them to happen…
With puzzled looks, we both tried our best to greet each other…
I asked her about Gaurav and she asked me about my poetry…
we both gave same answers to each other…no answers.
Over few sips of coffee, we both got nostalgic and tried to recollect those moments that we spent together during our IBM days…and then finally we were about to say goodbye to each other so that we may re-enter our respective world which I think both of us forgot for a while…
When we came out of Starbucks, she said that she concealed few things from me…one, she still could not forget my holistic gesture and simplistic style of inviting her to have a self cooked home made dinner rather than buying her a candle lit somewhere in a posh restaurant…two…she disclosed that there was no one in her life by the name of Gaurav. She just used this fictional character to test me as a person…three; she was expecting a red rose from me that day when she asked me to write something on love while having dinner at my place to which I plainly denied…and lastly, she recently got engaged to Arvind in US itself and was waiting for him when we accidentally met each other…
I was speechless for a while…then with a fake smile, I congratulated her and asked her to invite me in her marriage...and left for my hotel in Malvern…
Today, after almost six months post Philadelphia accident, I was shifting my room from second floor to first, in the same building in Gurgaon…while shifting; I got my diary which I did not see since past few years. I turned few pages and found my own Nazm, which I wrote when Khushboo left post dinner three years ago…Wo Peele Rang Ki Shabh, my real life Nazm still prevails…
Aadab Arz Hai...
Rishi Gajbhiye (Sukhanwar)
Date May 04, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Mission Impossible...
Dear Nidhi,
To sarkaar aap wapas Ahemadabad pohonch hi gaye. Good. Very Good. Waise bhi Delhi aapke layak nahi hai. Tabiyat kharaab ho jaati hai yaar. Is pollution se aur bakwaas se weather se hum jaise Bond nahi bach paye, to aap jaisi naazuki kaise bach paati bhala.
Yaar Last Saturday ka din to mai apni poori zindagi me kabhi nahi bhool paaoonga.
Tujhe pata hai tujh tak pohonchne me maine us din apni poori jaan lada di thi.
Par nahi, jab bhi mai ek zabardast koshish karta hu, ek zabardast tel to mera hota hi hai.
Us din bhi hua. Aur us din bahot hi bura tel hua mere saath.
Hua yu ke us din subah subah humne apne haatho se badhiya si bhindi ki sabzi aur roti banai, ye sochkar ke Nidhi Mam ko bahot pasand hai. Fir ek haath me tiffin aur doosre me hamare company ke evaluation scores and Post it stickies lekar lagbhag 12.30 pm ko ghar se chal pade railway station ki or. Aapko phone lagaya to pata chala ke aap lunch pe gayi hai. Tejas se pata chala ke tum sab log Ashram se jaa rahe ho. Jaldi jaldi office ki cab pakadker mai New Delhi Railway Station pohoncha. Time theek 2.00 pm. Socha Nidhi Mam se ek ghanta baat ho jayegi. Par kise maaloom tha ke aisa hona nahi tha. Railway station pe jabardast bheed. Itna rush ke kya bataoo. Jaise taise line me lagker maine Platform ticket liya ke utne me mujhe aisa laga ke meri jeans me jo cell phone hai, woh shaayad baj raha hai. Crowd and noise ki wajah se ring tone ki aawaz kam si lag rahi thi. Jaise taise cell phone pocket se nikaala, ke call disconnect ho gayi. Usi waqt palatke humne call kiya to pata chala ke koi ladki ka call tha, matlab ke aapka. But aap to sarkaar wahan se jaa chuke the. Chalo koi baat nahi.
Platform ticket lekar hum pohonche, enquiry counter, ye pata karne ke liye ke Aashram kaonse platform se jaati hai. Enquiry wala ye kehkar chala gaya ke ye railway station hai, koi aashram nahi. Gussa to aisa aaya ke lagaoo use ek kheechke, per nahi ab hum corporate world wale hai, Isilye tameez se pesh ana majboori si ho gayi hai. Le de ke kisi tarah se station ke under aaya to ek coolie se poocha ke Aashram exp kaonse platform se jati hai. Woh bola ke yaha se nahi jaati. Usi waqt Tejas ko phone lagaya aur tab pata chala ke Aashram Exp to New Delhi Railway station se nahi balke Old Delhi Railway station se jaati hai. Oh God time kya hua? Oh no 2.05pm .
Usi waqt bhaga aur ek auto board kiya. Auto wale ko bola ke bhai jitni jaldi ho sake Old Delhi railway station pohoncha do. Sardar Uncle the. Bilkul hi filmi style me Bole so nihal kiya aur zabardast signal todte huye, saare traffic ki aisi taisi karte huye, kai two wheelers ko cut maarte huye, jaan bilkul hatheli pe lete huye, Usne mujhe Nizamuddin Railway station aakir pohoncha hi diya. Time 2.33 minute. Jaan me Jaan aayi, issliye nahi ke accident nahi hua. Balke isliye ke kum se kum aadha ghanta hi sahi, Nidhi Mam se mil to loonga. Usi waqt call kiya Tejas ko, ke hum pohonch gaye hai, platform bataiye. Platform Number 16. call disconnected. Platform number 16 search shuru. Per ye kya. Platform 7, 8, 9, 10 ke baad wale platform kahan hai. 16 to door ki baat, 11 aur 12 hi dikh jaate to theek hota. Coolie, mera dost!
"Yaar ye platform 16 kaha hai."
"nahi saab yaha nahi hai".
Tejaaaaas ye kya ho raha hai.
Socha fir se phone milata hu Tejas ko. Arere yeh kya, mera cell phone network catch kyu nahi kar raha hai? Oh God! Ise bhi abhi down hona tha.
" kaunsi gaadi se jaana hai saab?"
" Ashram Exp"
" saabji wo to purani Delhi railway station se jaati hai."
"kya matlab? ye puraani Delhi railway station nahi hai kya"
" saabji ye to Hazrat Nizammuddin railway station hai. Puraani Delhi railway station to doosra hai."
Oh my Godddddddddddd!!!
time 2.37 pm.
Bhago!!!!!!
Sardaaaaaaaarji! 12.00 bajne wali baat samajh me aati hai, per kya 2.00 se 3.00 baje bhi aap logo ka dimaag nahi chalta kyaaaaaaaaa?
Firse ek Auto. Chalo koi baat nahi ek aur risk.
" Auto, Old delhi railay station Kitne der me pohochayega."
"Sir paon ghanta to lagega."
"Dekh bhai, 3.05 pm ki train pakadni hai. kya bolta tu."
"Sirji aap saath doge to samay pe pohocha doonga."
"Diya bhai, tujhe maine apna sabkuch diya. Bus tu samay se pehle pohocha de. Per ek baat bata, Delhi me koi chautha railway station bhi hai kya?"
"Sirji aapto joke marne lage."
" Abe joke ne mujhe maara hai. Tu auto chala"
Fir se chala auto aeroplane ki tarah. Kabhi bhi kuch bhi ho sakta tha. Ya to auto se takrakar truck chaknachoor ho sakta tha, yaa fir traffic police ka accident bhi ho sakta tha. Per Nidhi se to aaj mai milke hi rahoonga. Wow! what an optimism! Good Rishi Good. After all blood group bhi tera B positive hi to hai. Fir to tu positive hi think karega na.
"Are bhai. Hospital to nahi pohochayega na"
" pohonch bhi sakte saab, bolo to auto rok doo."
" Auto nahi rukna chahiye. The show must go on."
"Nidhi mai aaa raha hu."
Oh No ! I hate Delhi. This time Traffic jam. "sirji, sirf thodi door hai, per jaaaam lag gaya hai."
Bakwaaas!
Time 2.54 pm. Sirf saat minute baaki hai.
" Suno bhai, station ka raasta bolo"
"sirji, left le lo aur thodi door chalo to station aa jayega. Chalte chalte jaaoge to 10 se 15 minute lag jaayenge."
Rishi beta, aaaj is traffic me tujhe aise bhagna hai ke saare world records toot jaye. On your mark 1, 2, 3......ZOOOOOOM.
Kitne gire, pata nahi. Kitno ko cut maara ye bhi pata nahi. Kyuki mai to bhaag raha tha.
Aur ye pohoncha mai Old Delhi Railway Station. Platform ticket baadme dekhenge. pehle platform 16 dekhle bhai.
Time 3.01 pm. chal beta Rishi, 3-4 minute hi sahi. Nidhi Mam se mil to le. Platfor..........
" Aiye. Ruk. Pakdo Use Pakdo. Ruk..."
" Arere ye kya kar rahe ho bhai. "
" Chupchap haath uper karo, aur bhagne ki koshish mat karna.."
" Arere, per maine kiya kya hai ..."
" Chup! jyada zabaan mat lada nahi to lock up me itni dhulai hogi ke saari akad nikal jaayegi"
Oh my God! what is this. Police kaise kya pakad li yaar.
" Dekhiye. Mai yaha kisise milne aaya hu. Train Chootne me sirf 2-3 minute reh gaye hai. Please aapko jo bhi checking karni hai baaadme kar lijiyega. Mera aashram express pakadna bahot jaroori hai."
" Ekdam chup reh le. Jitna pooche utna hi bolna. issme kya hai?"
" Bhindi ki sabzi aur Roti hai."
" Aur kya hai "
" aam ka aachar bhi hai"
" kholke dikha"
" dekh lo"
" Iski talashi lo..... Ye kya hai?"
" meri company ka ID card hai"
" Saabji aap CONBADGYS me kaam kadte ho kya"
" haan"
" Ade saabji, Pehle bata dete, to aapko padeshaani nahi hoti. Meda ladka bhi wahi pad kaam kadta hai. Driver hai. Jayiye shaabji. Galti ho gayi. Inko jaane do bhai"
Oh God ! I hate Delhi.
time 3.07 pm. bhaaago.
Platform number 16. Ashram Express Chal padi hai. Rishi Daud raha hai. Nidhi use nahi dikh rahi hai.
Aur ye lagaya Rishi ne Train ke aakhri dabbe ko apna haath.
Maano Nidhi ko Goodbye keh raha ho.
Train speedy ho gayi. Kuch der me aankho se ojhal bhi ho gayi.
Rishi platform benches pe baitha baitha sa reh gaya. Kabhi tiffin ko dekhte huye to kabhi scoresheets ko dekhte huye, ek ghante tak usi platform bench per baitha baitha sirf ek hi mantra ka uccharan kar raha tha.
" I hate Delhi. I simply hate Delhi. I will not like Delhi any more, even in future."
traffic jams,
routine check ups,
nasamjh sardarji,
and itne saare railway stations.
Huh ! Bakwaaaaaaaaaas!
Office ki cab pakdi aur seedhe office. Half day me login kiya. Pure paanch sale maari, matlab ki paanch dollar kamaye. Kai Adjustments issue kiye. Raatme ghar gaye.
Tiffin khola aur khud bhindi ki sabzi ke saath roti aur aachar kha liya.
"Sahi bane the yaar. "
"I love bhindi ki sabzi. But I hate Delhi"
Bond ka bhale hi MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ho gaya ho, per Bond ab bhi haar nahi manega.
Agli baaar pooori jaaaaan lada dooonga. Dekh lena.
"Has le yaar tu bhi has le"
waise bhi mai chahta hu ki meri kahani me hamesha happy ending hi ho.
kahani khatm hui ya fir shuru hui pata nahi,
per tu aajka ek naya Sher padh
Arz kiya hai,
" Shaam se aaj saans bhari hai
Bekarari hai! Bekarari hai!
Apke baad har ghadi Humne
Aaphi ke saath Guzaari hai."
--Adab arze.
Take Good Care of Yourself. And Do miss me
Aur mera birthday yaad aaya ki nahi. Ek hint deta hu.
Mera birthday abhi tak 2003 me aaya nahi hai.
Good Bye.
Have Nice Times
Enjoy!!!
BOND
To sarkaar aap wapas Ahemadabad pohonch hi gaye. Good. Very Good. Waise bhi Delhi aapke layak nahi hai. Tabiyat kharaab ho jaati hai yaar. Is pollution se aur bakwaas se weather se hum jaise Bond nahi bach paye, to aap jaisi naazuki kaise bach paati bhala.
Yaar Last Saturday ka din to mai apni poori zindagi me kabhi nahi bhool paaoonga.
Tujhe pata hai tujh tak pohonchne me maine us din apni poori jaan lada di thi.
Par nahi, jab bhi mai ek zabardast koshish karta hu, ek zabardast tel to mera hota hi hai.
Us din bhi hua. Aur us din bahot hi bura tel hua mere saath.
Hua yu ke us din subah subah humne apne haatho se badhiya si bhindi ki sabzi aur roti banai, ye sochkar ke Nidhi Mam ko bahot pasand hai. Fir ek haath me tiffin aur doosre me hamare company ke evaluation scores and Post it stickies lekar lagbhag 12.30 pm ko ghar se chal pade railway station ki or. Aapko phone lagaya to pata chala ke aap lunch pe gayi hai. Tejas se pata chala ke tum sab log Ashram se jaa rahe ho. Jaldi jaldi office ki cab pakadker mai New Delhi Railway Station pohoncha. Time theek 2.00 pm. Socha Nidhi Mam se ek ghanta baat ho jayegi. Par kise maaloom tha ke aisa hona nahi tha. Railway station pe jabardast bheed. Itna rush ke kya bataoo. Jaise taise line me lagker maine Platform ticket liya ke utne me mujhe aisa laga ke meri jeans me jo cell phone hai, woh shaayad baj raha hai. Crowd and noise ki wajah se ring tone ki aawaz kam si lag rahi thi. Jaise taise cell phone pocket se nikaala, ke call disconnect ho gayi. Usi waqt palatke humne call kiya to pata chala ke koi ladki ka call tha, matlab ke aapka. But aap to sarkaar wahan se jaa chuke the. Chalo koi baat nahi.
Platform ticket lekar hum pohonche, enquiry counter, ye pata karne ke liye ke Aashram kaonse platform se jaati hai. Enquiry wala ye kehkar chala gaya ke ye railway station hai, koi aashram nahi. Gussa to aisa aaya ke lagaoo use ek kheechke, per nahi ab hum corporate world wale hai, Isilye tameez se pesh ana majboori si ho gayi hai. Le de ke kisi tarah se station ke under aaya to ek coolie se poocha ke Aashram exp kaonse platform se jati hai. Woh bola ke yaha se nahi jaati. Usi waqt Tejas ko phone lagaya aur tab pata chala ke Aashram Exp to New Delhi Railway station se nahi balke Old Delhi Railway station se jaati hai. Oh God time kya hua? Oh no 2.05pm .
Usi waqt bhaga aur ek auto board kiya. Auto wale ko bola ke bhai jitni jaldi ho sake Old Delhi railway station pohoncha do. Sardar Uncle the. Bilkul hi filmi style me Bole so nihal kiya aur zabardast signal todte huye, saare traffic ki aisi taisi karte huye, kai two wheelers ko cut maarte huye, jaan bilkul hatheli pe lete huye, Usne mujhe Nizamuddin Railway station aakir pohoncha hi diya. Time 2.33 minute. Jaan me Jaan aayi, issliye nahi ke accident nahi hua. Balke isliye ke kum se kum aadha ghanta hi sahi, Nidhi Mam se mil to loonga. Usi waqt call kiya Tejas ko, ke hum pohonch gaye hai, platform bataiye. Platform Number 16. call disconnected. Platform number 16 search shuru. Per ye kya. Platform 7, 8, 9, 10 ke baad wale platform kahan hai. 16 to door ki baat, 11 aur 12 hi dikh jaate to theek hota. Coolie, mera dost!
"Yaar ye platform 16 kaha hai."
"nahi saab yaha nahi hai".
Tejaaaaas ye kya ho raha hai.
Socha fir se phone milata hu Tejas ko. Arere yeh kya, mera cell phone network catch kyu nahi kar raha hai? Oh God! Ise bhi abhi down hona tha.
" kaunsi gaadi se jaana hai saab?"
" Ashram Exp"
" saabji wo to purani Delhi railway station se jaati hai."
"kya matlab? ye puraani Delhi railway station nahi hai kya"
" saabji ye to Hazrat Nizammuddin railway station hai. Puraani Delhi railway station to doosra hai."
Oh my Godddddddddddd!!!
time 2.37 pm.
Bhago!!!!!!
Sardaaaaaaaarji! 12.00 bajne wali baat samajh me aati hai, per kya 2.00 se 3.00 baje bhi aap logo ka dimaag nahi chalta kyaaaaaaaaa?
Firse ek Auto. Chalo koi baat nahi ek aur risk.
" Auto, Old delhi railay station Kitne der me pohochayega."
"Sir paon ghanta to lagega."
"Dekh bhai, 3.05 pm ki train pakadni hai. kya bolta tu."
"Sirji aap saath doge to samay pe pohocha doonga."
"Diya bhai, tujhe maine apna sabkuch diya. Bus tu samay se pehle pohocha de. Per ek baat bata, Delhi me koi chautha railway station bhi hai kya?"
"Sirji aapto joke marne lage."
" Abe joke ne mujhe maara hai. Tu auto chala"
Fir se chala auto aeroplane ki tarah. Kabhi bhi kuch bhi ho sakta tha. Ya to auto se takrakar truck chaknachoor ho sakta tha, yaa fir traffic police ka accident bhi ho sakta tha. Per Nidhi se to aaj mai milke hi rahoonga. Wow! what an optimism! Good Rishi Good. After all blood group bhi tera B positive hi to hai. Fir to tu positive hi think karega na.
"Are bhai. Hospital to nahi pohochayega na"
" pohonch bhi sakte saab, bolo to auto rok doo."
" Auto nahi rukna chahiye. The show must go on."
"Nidhi mai aaa raha hu."
Oh No ! I hate Delhi. This time Traffic jam. "sirji, sirf thodi door hai, per jaaaam lag gaya hai."
Bakwaaas!
Time 2.54 pm. Sirf saat minute baaki hai.
" Suno bhai, station ka raasta bolo"
"sirji, left le lo aur thodi door chalo to station aa jayega. Chalte chalte jaaoge to 10 se 15 minute lag jaayenge."
Rishi beta, aaaj is traffic me tujhe aise bhagna hai ke saare world records toot jaye. On your mark 1, 2, 3......ZOOOOOOM.
Kitne gire, pata nahi. Kitno ko cut maara ye bhi pata nahi. Kyuki mai to bhaag raha tha.
Aur ye pohoncha mai Old Delhi Railway Station. Platform ticket baadme dekhenge. pehle platform 16 dekhle bhai.
Time 3.01 pm. chal beta Rishi, 3-4 minute hi sahi. Nidhi Mam se mil to le. Platfor..........
" Aiye. Ruk. Pakdo Use Pakdo. Ruk..."
" Arere ye kya kar rahe ho bhai. "
" Chupchap haath uper karo, aur bhagne ki koshish mat karna.."
" Arere, per maine kiya kya hai ..."
" Chup! jyada zabaan mat lada nahi to lock up me itni dhulai hogi ke saari akad nikal jaayegi"
Oh my God! what is this. Police kaise kya pakad li yaar.
" Dekhiye. Mai yaha kisise milne aaya hu. Train Chootne me sirf 2-3 minute reh gaye hai. Please aapko jo bhi checking karni hai baaadme kar lijiyega. Mera aashram express pakadna bahot jaroori hai."
" Ekdam chup reh le. Jitna pooche utna hi bolna. issme kya hai?"
" Bhindi ki sabzi aur Roti hai."
" Aur kya hai "
" aam ka aachar bhi hai"
" kholke dikha"
" dekh lo"
" Iski talashi lo..... Ye kya hai?"
" meri company ka ID card hai"
" Saabji aap CONBADGYS me kaam kadte ho kya"
" haan"
" Ade saabji, Pehle bata dete, to aapko padeshaani nahi hoti. Meda ladka bhi wahi pad kaam kadta hai. Driver hai. Jayiye shaabji. Galti ho gayi. Inko jaane do bhai"
Oh God ! I hate Delhi.
time 3.07 pm. bhaaago.
Platform number 16. Ashram Express Chal padi hai. Rishi Daud raha hai. Nidhi use nahi dikh rahi hai.
Aur ye lagaya Rishi ne Train ke aakhri dabbe ko apna haath.
Maano Nidhi ko Goodbye keh raha ho.
Train speedy ho gayi. Kuch der me aankho se ojhal bhi ho gayi.
Rishi platform benches pe baitha baitha sa reh gaya. Kabhi tiffin ko dekhte huye to kabhi scoresheets ko dekhte huye, ek ghante tak usi platform bench per baitha baitha sirf ek hi mantra ka uccharan kar raha tha.
" I hate Delhi. I simply hate Delhi. I will not like Delhi any more, even in future."
traffic jams,
routine check ups,
nasamjh sardarji,
and itne saare railway stations.
Huh ! Bakwaaaaaaaaaas!
Office ki cab pakdi aur seedhe office. Half day me login kiya. Pure paanch sale maari, matlab ki paanch dollar kamaye. Kai Adjustments issue kiye. Raatme ghar gaye.
Tiffin khola aur khud bhindi ki sabzi ke saath roti aur aachar kha liya.
"Sahi bane the yaar. "
"I love bhindi ki sabzi. But I hate Delhi"
Bond ka bhale hi MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ho gaya ho, per Bond ab bhi haar nahi manega.
Agli baaar pooori jaaaaan lada dooonga. Dekh lena.
"Has le yaar tu bhi has le"
waise bhi mai chahta hu ki meri kahani me hamesha happy ending hi ho.
kahani khatm hui ya fir shuru hui pata nahi,
per tu aajka ek naya Sher padh
Arz kiya hai,
" Shaam se aaj saans bhari hai
Bekarari hai! Bekarari hai!
Apke baad har ghadi Humne
Aaphi ke saath Guzaari hai."
--Adab arze.
Take Good Care of Yourself. And Do miss me
Aur mera birthday yaad aaya ki nahi. Ek hint deta hu.
Mera birthday abhi tak 2003 me aaya nahi hai.
Good Bye.
Have Nice Times
Enjoy!!!
BOND
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Fostering Innovation
Innovation is one word which is really buzzing around these days in the corporate corridors of India, especially with the companies moving into the super league.
Wacky ideas are getting cooked in product, technology, marketing, services and business strategy departments to provoke 'Out Of The Box Thinking'. As somebody pointed out, "Successful Innovation is not about ideas or inventions - it's about people. Rising to the challenge, more and more companies are coming up with strategies to instill a culture of innovation and competitiveness among employees.
There is no fixed approach to driving innovation - for some companies, it is about creating an open atmosphere at work so that the environment can produce a Eureka moment. For others, it could be through promoting diversity. Some companies invest in trainings, so that employees abandon linear thinking and break out of associative barriers. Another trend - which most of the companies, involving modern work like designing, IT and BPO's are following is the appointment of CIO...Chief Investment Officers...
Here are some ways that companies go about making innovation a religion among their workforce -
CREATING A CULTURE OF CHANGE – Although companies derive their own Change Advocacy model to be followed, organizations like GE and Motorola follow the Change Acceleration Process (CAP). CAP compliments Technical Strategy with Cultural Tools to achieve the Change Initiative. It follows six simple methods to manage the cultural side of any change – creating a shared need, shaping a vision, mobilizing commitment, making change last and then monitoring progress. First three among these gives enough scope to practice innovation...
RELENTLESS QUESTIONING - Encouraging employees to ask questions often simulates innovation. Many companies today have 'Out Of The Box' idea boxes in the office where employees can drop their suggestions and ideas. Some even have question boxes to encourage a culture of asking questions. At Airtel, experiments were done with 'Appreciative inquiry', an organizational development tool that is used to foster change as well as create more of what's working and what's not...
SETTING STRETCH TARGETS - Taking a lead from Jack Welch's famous stretch targets at GE, many companies today believe in setting goals that are outrageous and look well-nigh impossible. Either way, it is a win-win situation as stretch targets always energize people. As Welch himself, famously said, "We have found that by reaching for what appears to be the impossible, we often actually do the impossible: and even when we don't quite make it, we inevitably wind up doing much better that we would have done."
FUN AT WORKPLACE - A joyful environment promotes the spirit of innovation. Innovation can not happen in an environment that is not associated with fun. Recognizing this, most companies today invest in a fun filled workplace where people volunteer to do certain assignments because it is enjoyable. However, majority of the employees have a tendency to wrongly interpret 'Fun at Workplace'. As a result of which, they end up playing Dumb Charades, Watching Movie at PVRs by bunking work hours and arranging debates on non work related topics. These things might be good for enjoyment, but they certainly don't contribute towards process streamlining or improvement strategies that might affect the bottom-lines of the organization. These activities might not affect the cost to the company; however, they have huge impact when we analyze the opportunity cost, (the next best alternative) to boost improvement through fun...
MAKING ROOM FOR FAILURE - Although I am not so very optimistic and sympathetic towards failures, I do believe that there is no room for success without initial failures. When new ideas come forth, not all will succeed. Rather, rejected ideas allow room for experimentation. Often failure to implement an idea may force an employee to quit the workplace and start off an entrepreneurial venture based on that same idea...
Ultimately, it is about giving the right inputs. Successful ideas only burst forth when companies manage to create conditions that are conducive to innovation. It's therefore necessary to have an open culture, encourage questioning, break down associative barriers, challenge assumptions and provoke non-linear thinking for growth...
Wacky ideas are getting cooked in product, technology, marketing, services and business strategy departments to provoke 'Out Of The Box Thinking'. As somebody pointed out, "Successful Innovation is not about ideas or inventions - it's about people. Rising to the challenge, more and more companies are coming up with strategies to instill a culture of innovation and competitiveness among employees.
There is no fixed approach to driving innovation - for some companies, it is about creating an open atmosphere at work so that the environment can produce a Eureka moment. For others, it could be through promoting diversity. Some companies invest in trainings, so that employees abandon linear thinking and break out of associative barriers. Another trend - which most of the companies, involving modern work like designing, IT and BPO's are following is the appointment of CIO...Chief Investment Officers...
Here are some ways that companies go about making innovation a religion among their workforce -
CREATING A CULTURE OF CHANGE – Although companies derive their own Change Advocacy model to be followed, organizations like GE and Motorola follow the Change Acceleration Process (CAP). CAP compliments Technical Strategy with Cultural Tools to achieve the Change Initiative. It follows six simple methods to manage the cultural side of any change – creating a shared need, shaping a vision, mobilizing commitment, making change last and then monitoring progress. First three among these gives enough scope to practice innovation...
RELENTLESS QUESTIONING - Encouraging employees to ask questions often simulates innovation. Many companies today have 'Out Of The Box' idea boxes in the office where employees can drop their suggestions and ideas. Some even have question boxes to encourage a culture of asking questions. At Airtel, experiments were done with 'Appreciative inquiry', an organizational development tool that is used to foster change as well as create more of what's working and what's not...
SETTING STRETCH TARGETS - Taking a lead from Jack Welch's famous stretch targets at GE, many companies today believe in setting goals that are outrageous and look well-nigh impossible. Either way, it is a win-win situation as stretch targets always energize people. As Welch himself, famously said, "We have found that by reaching for what appears to be the impossible, we often actually do the impossible: and even when we don't quite make it, we inevitably wind up doing much better that we would have done."
FUN AT WORKPLACE - A joyful environment promotes the spirit of innovation. Innovation can not happen in an environment that is not associated with fun. Recognizing this, most companies today invest in a fun filled workplace where people volunteer to do certain assignments because it is enjoyable. However, majority of the employees have a tendency to wrongly interpret 'Fun at Workplace'. As a result of which, they end up playing Dumb Charades, Watching Movie at PVRs by bunking work hours and arranging debates on non work related topics. These things might be good for enjoyment, but they certainly don't contribute towards process streamlining or improvement strategies that might affect the bottom-lines of the organization. These activities might not affect the cost to the company; however, they have huge impact when we analyze the opportunity cost, (the next best alternative) to boost improvement through fun...
MAKING ROOM FOR FAILURE - Although I am not so very optimistic and sympathetic towards failures, I do believe that there is no room for success without initial failures. When new ideas come forth, not all will succeed. Rather, rejected ideas allow room for experimentation. Often failure to implement an idea may force an employee to quit the workplace and start off an entrepreneurial venture based on that same idea...
Ultimately, it is about giving the right inputs. Successful ideas only burst forth when companies manage to create conditions that are conducive to innovation. It's therefore necessary to have an open culture, encourage questioning, break down associative barriers, challenge assumptions and provoke non-linear thinking for growth...
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Spoon of Sugar
It was a dark rainy day of 2002, when I was struck in the Poonam Chambers, a local mall, still situated in one of the posh areas of Nagpur. Since I had nothing to do, I just entered in one of the showrooms which used to retail luxury shirts from “Van Heusen”. With Chappals on my feet and unshaved beard on my face, I was completely a misfit in that AC showroom. The Friday collection showcase, in the showroom had a navy blue shirt which attracted me and I finally dared to pick it up in my hands.
“Hi Rishi” said a passer by and I was slightly astonished to notice him…although I could not recognize him, I still knew that person. I said, “I am sorry, I couldn’t recognize you”. He introduced himself as Parikshit, one of my juniors at SEARCH International, where I took my coaching for clearing MBA entrances.
He said, “Sir, you might be on a hometown visit….right? I am sure you might be enjoying your MBA from IBS…” I plainly smiled at him saying nothing.
He introduced me to his girlfriend…”Archana, meet Rishi Sir…he was my senior at SEARCH…and the only one from our Coaching Institute who managed to get an admission at the top 12 B-School in India…I want to be like him…I consider him my role model.”
That was the moment, when it hit me really hard…and my soul was completely shattered…I still don’t remember what interaction we had thereafter for another few minutes, as my mind was completely out of consciousness…
After some time I regained myself. The salesman in the showroom asked me, if I would like to buy the shirt which I was holding in my hands. When I denied, he forcibly grabbed the shirt and placed it in the showcase murmuring, “why do people even enter this showroom, when they don’t have a big pocket to buy stuffs.” He literally asked me to walk out of the showroom…believe me that was another shock which I could not bear…
It was still raining and I was not in a mood to go home with a sad mind…all I wanted was aloofness…I peeped into Haldiram’s Piccadilly…as usual, people were hardly present there…my next big challenge was Rs 12/- the actual cost of the coffee…and to my surprise, I had few coins which totaled to Rs 16/-. So I ordered a regular coffee and owned a corner seat for next few hours…closing my eyes…
I was trying to demystify what went wrong with me…whether it was my casual attitude towards life, or lack of awareness or may be the absence of an elder brother or mentor who could have guided me during my college days…and would have motivated me sufficiently to be serious with my studies. Perhaps, I would have had an intellectual friend circle, or would have possessed a razor sharp mind…Alas, I had nothing…I was just an ordinary average student during my college days and above all, I had developed a sense of pride in making fun of education and keeping myself aloof from it…That was the only reason why I could not secure 50% marks in my graduation, which led to the cancellation of my provisional admission, which I took, for the prestigious MBA program from the Icfai’an Business School (IBS), Hyderabad.
“How much sugar do you want in your coffee sir?” asked the waiter, and I was back to the real world.
I said “sufficient.”
To which he said, “One spoon or two?”
I was slightly irritated, so I yelled at him, “Don’t you know what a sufficient quantity of sugar would be for a cup of coffee?”
He explained, “Sufficient is a word which comes differently to different people. For some, one spoon is sufficient, but for few, even three spoons are less”
I said “one might be sufficient for me…if I would need more, I would ask for it”. He smiled and added a spoon of sugar in the cup, served the coffee and went away. Probably that was the moment, when I learnt what objectivity was all about. To my dismay, I realized how subjective, life was for me, which had already caused serious injuries to my future.
After getting theoretically convinced by Mr. Srinivasan Rao, the Coach at SEARCH International, I toiled days and nights to clear CAT, the mother of MBA entrances in India. But that happened only during my final year of graduation. Till that time, I already lost the opportunity to contribute enough grades so as to obtain an aggregate of 50% in all three years collectively. And when I was in Hyderabad, at IBS, I never thought that destiny had some other plans for me. After spending two months among the bright of the brightest people from different parts of the country, I got a message that I secured only 49% marks in my graduation. Since I could not meet the eligibility criteria, which was 'Graduation with 50% marks', my admission got cancelled and I was again at the zero level of my life. For the first time in life, I came to realize how important each single drop is, to collectively form an ocean…
Today I can not drink a cup of coffee which does not have at least two spoons of sugar, however, at Haldiram’s Piccadilly, I didn’t ask for more sugar…may be I realized that sweetness of my life has already evaporated…completely. I paid the bill and moved on in life…
Since, all the premier B-Schools have the same eligibility criteria, I never attempted for MBA again. And I never intended to do MBA from any mediocre B-School. However, I reworked my thoughts, personality and ways to live life. I shuffled and reshuffled many things thereafter so that a corporate professional should actually germinate within me…and believe me…it was not an easy task. Consciously or accidentally, I reshuffled the B and S from IBS Hyderabad…just to obtain ISB Hyderabad. May be my fate wanted me to exercise shuffling and reshuffling to carve my own destiny.
Today I nurture an aspiration to get my life transitioned from ISB Hyderabad…which is one of the top 20 B-Schools throughout the globe...
No matter which ‘Zodiac’ Shirt do I wear today in my day to day life, I would still consider myself ‘A Failure’, till the time I actually get myself admitted into ISB Hyderabad…
“Hi Rishi” said a passer by and I was slightly astonished to notice him…although I could not recognize him, I still knew that person. I said, “I am sorry, I couldn’t recognize you”. He introduced himself as Parikshit, one of my juniors at SEARCH International, where I took my coaching for clearing MBA entrances.
He said, “Sir, you might be on a hometown visit….right? I am sure you might be enjoying your MBA from IBS…” I plainly smiled at him saying nothing.
He introduced me to his girlfriend…”Archana, meet Rishi Sir…he was my senior at SEARCH…and the only one from our Coaching Institute who managed to get an admission at the top 12 B-School in India…I want to be like him…I consider him my role model.”
That was the moment, when it hit me really hard…and my soul was completely shattered…I still don’t remember what interaction we had thereafter for another few minutes, as my mind was completely out of consciousness…
After some time I regained myself. The salesman in the showroom asked me, if I would like to buy the shirt which I was holding in my hands. When I denied, he forcibly grabbed the shirt and placed it in the showcase murmuring, “why do people even enter this showroom, when they don’t have a big pocket to buy stuffs.” He literally asked me to walk out of the showroom…believe me that was another shock which I could not bear…
It was still raining and I was not in a mood to go home with a sad mind…all I wanted was aloofness…I peeped into Haldiram’s Piccadilly…as usual, people were hardly present there…my next big challenge was Rs 12/- the actual cost of the coffee…and to my surprise, I had few coins which totaled to Rs 16/-. So I ordered a regular coffee and owned a corner seat for next few hours…closing my eyes…
I was trying to demystify what went wrong with me…whether it was my casual attitude towards life, or lack of awareness or may be the absence of an elder brother or mentor who could have guided me during my college days…and would have motivated me sufficiently to be serious with my studies. Perhaps, I would have had an intellectual friend circle, or would have possessed a razor sharp mind…Alas, I had nothing…I was just an ordinary average student during my college days and above all, I had developed a sense of pride in making fun of education and keeping myself aloof from it…That was the only reason why I could not secure 50% marks in my graduation, which led to the cancellation of my provisional admission, which I took, for the prestigious MBA program from the Icfai’an Business School (IBS), Hyderabad.
“How much sugar do you want in your coffee sir?” asked the waiter, and I was back to the real world.
I said “sufficient.”
To which he said, “One spoon or two?”
I was slightly irritated, so I yelled at him, “Don’t you know what a sufficient quantity of sugar would be for a cup of coffee?”
He explained, “Sufficient is a word which comes differently to different people. For some, one spoon is sufficient, but for few, even three spoons are less”
I said “one might be sufficient for me…if I would need more, I would ask for it”. He smiled and added a spoon of sugar in the cup, served the coffee and went away. Probably that was the moment, when I learnt what objectivity was all about. To my dismay, I realized how subjective, life was for me, which had already caused serious injuries to my future.
After getting theoretically convinced by Mr. Srinivasan Rao, the Coach at SEARCH International, I toiled days and nights to clear CAT, the mother of MBA entrances in India. But that happened only during my final year of graduation. Till that time, I already lost the opportunity to contribute enough grades so as to obtain an aggregate of 50% in all three years collectively. And when I was in Hyderabad, at IBS, I never thought that destiny had some other plans for me. After spending two months among the bright of the brightest people from different parts of the country, I got a message that I secured only 49% marks in my graduation. Since I could not meet the eligibility criteria, which was 'Graduation with 50% marks', my admission got cancelled and I was again at the zero level of my life. For the first time in life, I came to realize how important each single drop is, to collectively form an ocean…
Today I can not drink a cup of coffee which does not have at least two spoons of sugar, however, at Haldiram’s Piccadilly, I didn’t ask for more sugar…may be I realized that sweetness of my life has already evaporated…completely. I paid the bill and moved on in life…
Since, all the premier B-Schools have the same eligibility criteria, I never attempted for MBA again. And I never intended to do MBA from any mediocre B-School. However, I reworked my thoughts, personality and ways to live life. I shuffled and reshuffled many things thereafter so that a corporate professional should actually germinate within me…and believe me…it was not an easy task. Consciously or accidentally, I reshuffled the B and S from IBS Hyderabad…just to obtain ISB Hyderabad. May be my fate wanted me to exercise shuffling and reshuffling to carve my own destiny.
Today I nurture an aspiration to get my life transitioned from ISB Hyderabad…which is one of the top 20 B-Schools throughout the globe...
No matter which ‘Zodiac’ Shirt do I wear today in my day to day life, I would still consider myself ‘A Failure’, till the time I actually get myself admitted into ISB Hyderabad…
Monday, June 30, 2008
Inner Conflict...
Failures, they say…are the milestones of Success.
How Flowery? How Optimistic? However, when I look into my soul and try to measure the volatility of my satisfaction, I find it hard in capturing the basic ingredients of my thoughts. That’s where I can’t relate myself to such flowery and optimistic statements.
After a careful analysis, I finally conclude that I can not accept the world, the way it has been presented to me…I don’t think I am a perfectionist…however, I certainly advocate the fact that the world is full of flaws…and laws. That’s where I still feel that I am part of a world…which I personally rejected in my earlier life. Pity on me…isn’t it?
I love living with the paralysis of my analysis…so, I tried to break my thoughts into smaller pieces, so as to search for those individual ingredients, which constitute my thoughts…those thoughts which would result in the development of my actions and reactions…which according to the world is human behavior.
Wearing clothes is a normal human behavior…which is backed by a thought that humans must wear clothes…which in turn is backed by one or several assumptions, like not wearing clothes would lead to an embarrassing situation. What if we alter this assumption? Suppose, our consciousness fits an assumption that WEARING CLOTHES IS NOT A GOOD HABIT…see what happens…A thought crops in our mind…that we should not wear clothes and the general human behavior about wearing clothes would certainly be deviated from the so called normal behavior. That’s the power of assumption…which if altered, can cause an entirely different world…
Somehow, I have undergone the Paradigm Shift, a process of shifting my assumptions…from one place to another…and now I don’t really relate myself to those things which are generally considered normal to anyone. That’s why…flowery words like Optimism seems to be an alien concept for me. I am normal, only when I am at the peak of my abnormality.
After undergoing paradigm shift, a failure is just a pure and a plain word for me which is not subjected to sympathetic and optimistic statements…it purely means that I am not successful in my endeavors. And there are lots and lots of scope for me to mould myself for something worthwhile.
For about four months, I toiled days and nights to accomplish my dream…of being in the company of elite people…who would have transitioned their life from institutes like IITs and IIMs. However, I failed in my endeavor. Today I constantly encounter inner conflict with my failures…because for me, failure is failure.
I know, people would not understand the reason why I keep myself aloof from many materialistic things…and I don’t really care, because all my actions are metamorphosed with each of my failure, thereby deriving ways and preventive measures so that I don’t give Failure a chance to win again…
Keeping every emotions out of it…TODAY…I REPRESENT FAILURE…
Bond
How Flowery? How Optimistic? However, when I look into my soul and try to measure the volatility of my satisfaction, I find it hard in capturing the basic ingredients of my thoughts. That’s where I can’t relate myself to such flowery and optimistic statements.
After a careful analysis, I finally conclude that I can not accept the world, the way it has been presented to me…I don’t think I am a perfectionist…however, I certainly advocate the fact that the world is full of flaws…and laws. That’s where I still feel that I am part of a world…which I personally rejected in my earlier life. Pity on me…isn’t it?
I love living with the paralysis of my analysis…so, I tried to break my thoughts into smaller pieces, so as to search for those individual ingredients, which constitute my thoughts…those thoughts which would result in the development of my actions and reactions…which according to the world is human behavior.
Wearing clothes is a normal human behavior…which is backed by a thought that humans must wear clothes…which in turn is backed by one or several assumptions, like not wearing clothes would lead to an embarrassing situation. What if we alter this assumption? Suppose, our consciousness fits an assumption that WEARING CLOTHES IS NOT A GOOD HABIT…see what happens…A thought crops in our mind…that we should not wear clothes and the general human behavior about wearing clothes would certainly be deviated from the so called normal behavior. That’s the power of assumption…which if altered, can cause an entirely different world…
Somehow, I have undergone the Paradigm Shift, a process of shifting my assumptions…from one place to another…and now I don’t really relate myself to those things which are generally considered normal to anyone. That’s why…flowery words like Optimism seems to be an alien concept for me. I am normal, only when I am at the peak of my abnormality.
After undergoing paradigm shift, a failure is just a pure and a plain word for me which is not subjected to sympathetic and optimistic statements…it purely means that I am not successful in my endeavors. And there are lots and lots of scope for me to mould myself for something worthwhile.
For about four months, I toiled days and nights to accomplish my dream…of being in the company of elite people…who would have transitioned their life from institutes like IITs and IIMs. However, I failed in my endeavor. Today I constantly encounter inner conflict with my failures…because for me, failure is failure.
I know, people would not understand the reason why I keep myself aloof from many materialistic things…and I don’t really care, because all my actions are metamorphosed with each of my failure, thereby deriving ways and preventive measures so that I don’t give Failure a chance to win again…
Keeping every emotions out of it…TODAY…I REPRESENT FAILURE…
Bond
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