Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Silent lover


A FICTIONAL STORY
Chapter 1.  Silent lover
Thousand thoughts. Skipped heart beats. Imaginations of a life with her and finally drained away guts to drain away the dream for infinite number of times.
We studied in the same college and fortunately enough in the same school three years pre matriculation. I don’t know when I did start liking her and when that liking turned into a love so strong for her that I saw her everywhere. I would just smile and pat my self- she is not yours dude!
All it takes is some trying with a lot of guts to speak your heart to the one you love and while I did have the love creeping into me every moment I thought of her or every time she crossed my path, I never dared to speak a word to let her know that I loved her.
It was a mixture of fear of not seeing her ever again and a mirage of her being mine for ever which of course was more an opaque vision than what a mirage can be, that kept me on back foot.
She is Sachi.
The heartbeat of those thousand thugs who flirt their way to chance a cup of coffee with her and some moments of chit chat!  I don’t know what keeps me at bay, but all that I know is that I won’t be able to talk to her even for a while looking into her beautiful eyes with long lashes and thin eye brows which look like the curved new moon tilted and painted black above her eyes.
I don’t know why a tsunami rises in my heart every time she talks to me the same way she talks to every other guy in the college. I don’t know why I try to steal a look and capture it in the camera of my eyes every time she is unaware of me observing her every step. I know nothing when she is around- not a thing matters me.
This is the feeling I had since last 8 years which I have never expressed and perhaps in the life time would never express it to her. Perhaps by the time I would tell her I love her, she would hand over to me an invitation to attend her marriage and all that I would be left with is some tears and a broken heart with memories to care for till I die.
“Whatever be the future, I don’t wanna spoil the moment for myself”
So this is how I love her silently. I don’t know and don’t ever want to know for how many years more I would love her silently, without letting her know that I loved her.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Love what you do to stay motivated


I was partly driven by a desire to prove myself when I started Student magazine at 16. My friends and I wanted to give our generation a voice in the issues of the day, especially the Vietnam war
Bransonspeak | Richard Branson


How do you maintain your motivation to generate new ideas and execute them?
-Gunita Migliniece, Latvia
My motivations have changed a lot over the past 40 years. In retrospect, it’s clear that this has been a long-term process, and I acquired new motivations as time went on.
I am not sure anyone could have predicted my future career arc, except perhaps my parents. I was not a promising student, probably because of undiagnosed dyslexia. My parents did not see my trouble with learning as a limitation. Rather, they helped me to find my strengths by teaching me to constantly look for new challenges. Achievements in sports and early business ventures such as a Christmas tree farm taught me to be inquisitive, and also to rely on my own persistence and creativity when problems came up.
Since I wasn’t doing well academically, I was partly driven by a desire to prove myself when I started Student magazine at 16. My friends and I wanted to give our generation a voice in the issues of the day, especially the Vietnam war.
We started the magazine on our own initiative and because of our convictions, and we loved what we did. It didn’t matter that we were working out of a basement in West London, in cramped conditions and with no financial backing. We had no business or publishing experience, so we just threw everything we had into the venture and secured advertisers and interviews. It was terrifically hard work, but for us it was also fun and exciting and, above all, a project we felt strongly about.
That sense of fun, enjoyment and purpose underpinned our expansion to selling records and then establishing record stores. Our stores had listening posts so customers could sample recordings, it had bean bag chairs for people who wanted to hang out, and the staff was passionate about the music we sold. Our next move, into the recording business, was no different. My love of music and concern for the people behind that music ensured I was never short of motivation—just sometimes short of cash!
The UK’s recession of the late 1970s coincided with a slowdown in our record sales and a lack of hits. By that point we had created a close community at Virgin, and I wanted the people I worked with and cared about to enjoy their jobs; I was also deeply concerned about job security. We were running at a loss, and I had to decide whether to consolidate our stores and rein back the recording business, or follow my instincts and invest in new artists.
Hoping to expand our way out of our financial problems, I bought two nightclubs and invested more money in our record business. Its managing director, Simon Draper, was a great talent, so I backed him to create the UK’s largest independent label.
Our resulting success in the music business saved the day. The strength of the brand meant that we started to look beyond music for business opportunities, and about this time my motivations broadened again. With our old and new businesses, we were developing a community of customers, so my goals now included Virgin’s becoming one of the world’s most respected brands.
At this point, everything came together. The different motivations added up to a strategy of setting up businesses Virgin employees were passionate about, trying to shake up markets and win the trust of potential customers. We often succeeded as we targeted leading companies in established sectors where we felt the customer was no longer well served. In quick succession we moved into airlines, trains, drinks, financial services, health clubs and hotels.
Over the past decade, my motivation has broadened to encompass large-scale philanthropic endeavours, as the global scope of the Virgin Group’s businesses has put us in a position to help address the great challenges humanity faces. This led to the creation of Virgin Unite, which was instrumental in establishing The Elders, the Branson Centre of Entrepreneurship and the Carbon War Room—all exciting tools in the fight against poverty, illness and catastrophic climate change.
What will keep me motivated in 2011? The thousands of people who work for Virgin, the many people around the world who rely on us, and the work of Virgin Unite. Also, of course, my restless curiosity and enthusiasm. I am constantly challenging my management team with new ideas, innovations or ventures I would like set up—in double-quick time.
Come to think of it, my original inquisitiveness and desire to seek out new challenges can be seen in our Virgin Galactic space adventure. Following a busy year culminating in the inauguration of the Spaceport runway in New Mexico in October, my dream of space tourism is getting that much closer. A big project for 2011 will be getting our underwater exploration business up and running. Drawing on the late Steve Fossett’s work, we are keen to chart the deep-sea trenches.
You may wonder if such adventures are appropriate for a man my age—60—which brings me to my last motivational rule: “Screw it, let’s do it!”
BY NYT SYNDICATE
©2011/RICHARD BRANSON
Richard Branson is the founder of the Virgin Group and companies such as Virgin Atlantic, Virgin America, Virgin Mobile and Virgin Active. He maintains a blog atwww.virgin.com/richard-branson/blog.

Lonely ...am so lonely


Life keeps on operating at its own pace. It keeps on ageing every day, every minute and every second and nano second the clock chimes. All that we are left with is a story to tell.
For some the story is about how successful they have been throughout their life – personally and professionally while for some it is a story of hunting, hunted and being haunted. The time limit for all of us is the same – 24 hours in day, the year and the days in the calendar are also the same, but what matters for us is how they are framed and structured by the one whom we revere as God. The only event that is differently set for all of us is the final destination – death!
It’s never the same.
There may be many tsunamis’ arranged at every step or there may be a slide to let you glide to your destination.  That’s fate and at times something what we call as luck! Once we reach a particular destination, what are we left with when we are not absorbed with what we should be in our respective fields of discipline? Even a CEO of an organization would be feeling it.
It’s Loneliness.
It is something which perhaps every living being would be feeling when suddenly the world around it stops ticking!  It pinches more than a new shoe.
You don’t need to feel lonely only when someone you are close to leaves you or in simple words, divorces you in every way possible. Loneliness is a feeling which comes to you even when you are close to your loved ones or perhaps sleeping on your mother’s lap.
One may well argue that loneliness will be felt by the people who may have many desires or dreams unfulfilled. What I feel is that even a man or a lady with every desire fulfilled also may feel loneliness at some point of time or the other. Life is not a calendar of events preplanned nor is the mind that ticks every nano second – at times faster than a lightning and at times slower than a donkey’s. Hence even if there is a life free from desires there still may be a void left unattended which would lead one to loneliness.

Friday, February 3, 2012

FRIENDS

Life has its own meaning when with friends – a life with a difference. Whatever it be, where ever it be or however it be, the company of friends close to you is more addictive than cocaine and passionate than the company of your beloved

It has been a nice time out with my graduation mates this month. A small party to hang out with before my birthday was memorable and a little awkward as well for I never wanted it to be the way things happened. Anyway, it was nothing great and nothing which could ruin or put me in danger. It is just that I hate meeting that friend of mine, that’s it.

The chloromint group (munching of chloromint was rampant then, now do not ask why!) as I used to call our group has undergone some corrections and is now perfect with we guys rocking the floor every time we meet. Meetings when we were students had a different meaning, in fact were meaningless – they were just for fun, just hangouts. Today, meeting the same group sans girls has a different meaning. It is not only fun or girls that we talk about but also the work culture we are engulfed in. The pattern is the same- on the bikes (at times 4 wheelers as well), smoking (not me), sipping into a cuppa tea from a road side stall, staring at the girls (really pretty huh!) who pass by and to include an extra element – boss talk and some serious discussion about business, projects and cash flows. What at times seeps into our discussion is the matter which makes us more matured than we are – tensions about career, marriage, family problems and of course, some emotional thought sharing.

Since some days, I have just loved the change that I see in my own self. Every time I meet Hemant and Bikash, life springs to life. To add to it, when Rijwan aka Raju meets, the group is ready to rock with cruel, intellectual and stupid jokes to crack and discuss something serious.

Today when I finished my college and went to meet Hemant and Bikash over lunch, nothing was planned. But then suddenly things started becoming more business oriented. Discussions about how we can break even and get better projects for aTs, Cuttack and calls to meet the prospective clients for a demo were some tasks planned out immediately. Then after that, once the work was over, we sneaked into one of the institutions which we approached some months ago. Lucky enough we were to get a chance to get a possible college project.

It was post lunch while chit chatting over a cup of tea that I gave them an idea of MI4 and we decided that if time permits after the meeting with client, we would go for it. Once the meeting with client was over, Bikash wanted to meet his relatives near Khandagiri. While he zoomed off to his relatives’ home, we both went to visit the Khandagiri caves. Hemant being a Jain, had a darshan of Mahaveer Jain on Khandagiri caves and a breathtaking picturesque view of the city from the top made me feel as if I was in space and viewing Earth from there. Foggy and green was the picture- there was nothing as earth and sky; it seemed to me as if both merged to give a splendid view of what God can create as a masterpiece.

Heavens if there be any in truth cannot be beautiful than the Earth that the Almighty created.

From there we moved to S complex to watch MI4. Lucky that we were, we reached the complex just on time for the 6.15pm show. The movie plan was great. Tom Cruise and action thriller seemed to cruise along and had it been a 3D enabled complex, it would have been an unexplainable experience in Toto.

The movie ended and we parted our ways- one towards Cuttack and the other towards Jatni.

The end of a meeting, tweeting (not Twitter wise) and trotting.

Govindaa Singham Pandey!

Must not have ever heard this like this…

“Machli jal ki raani hai, haath lagao darjaati hai, bahar nikalo…Govindaa”

My bhanji (sister’s daughter) Amrutha, just 2 years old, sang this when my sister called. All that I could do was roll with laughter. It did not stop there. There are several such instances where she uses “Govinda”. Ask her to recite any devotional song (Gayatri mantra or Hanuman Chalisa), she fills her forgotten lines with a Govinda namam with all the innocence that God gifted her and ends her rhyme or song.

At times one can hear “Om NamaShivaya” to replace Govinda and the forgotten lines. While she picks up rhymes, devotional songs and classics fast, she is not to be left behind when it comes to item numbers either. Ask and she will sing – Sheila ki jawani or Kolaveri di as a kid of her age would be expected to say a rhyme.

There was something which made me ROFL… she is afraid of high pitch sounds and also of the sounds of heavy vehicles honking and it so happened once that while out on a walk with her parents, a truck passed them in a distance. The monstrous look of the truck and its engine sounds were enough to make Amrutha clasp her mother’s Saree with all the might she can and to convince that she was not afraid at all, in her broken cute telugu and English words she picked up from her parents conveyed to her mother the following lines: “don’t worry, am not afraid…daddy unnaru (father is with me)…” with closed eyes and head resting on her mother’s shoulder- time to understand that she is totally afraid.

Well…woh Kisi ke haath na aane waali hai… 

Kids are always special. These tiny tots are said to bring happiness to everyone with whom they are associated and lighten away the tensions that burden the elderly. Be it my bhanji or any kid, their innocence and their fearless attitude makes them cutest of them all and an apple of every eye. However there is always a difference in the way a boy and a girl would behave I think. Child or grown up, the qualities are always reflected in their behavior and approach.

Take the case of my colleague’s son. His preferences change frequently. There was a time when he was Chulbul Pandey of Dabbang and used to do dhinka chika or run pants down to his mother for a dhinka chika pant (trouser with pockets) the moment the song played. Then after that spider man spun a web around him- every red shirt or a jacket that he wore became spider man dress for him and the enthusiasm would creep up his veins to an extent that he would try to climb the walls of his bedroom. While his parents have given him a beautiful name, he feels that in school everyone is ignorant of the fact that his real name is Spiderman – as he would confess to his father with the same air as would a detective or a whistleblower lay the facts bare. Baaji Rao Singham creeps up his steel nerves in the thin frame with spiked hair and with the same daringness he declares that he would finish off his opponents with clenched fists which he imitates with clenching sound –khat khat khat (thanks to the sound effects as borrowed from Tollywood, there is a sound for every action and reaction), verbally while clenching and swinging his arm as if hitting the bad guys.

“Kolaveri di”was on his lips for sometime till “Chikini chameli” dominated our screens and his head…

Hope so these kids are not so “Oh la la…” about the dirty item song that still rules some music files of androids and mobiles.

Well as of now it’s just Govindaa Singham Pandey ruling sir!



Sunday, December 4, 2011

Train diaries! - The Soldier and the Artist

The Soldier

On one such occasion, I had a chance to converse with Tapu, a tall and lanky person, who seemed to be jolly with everyone. His closely cropped hair style indicated that he was of defense fraternity and my guess did not go wrong. He started off the conversation by referring to the winter and the immediate question that came up was “where are you from?” His answer was – Indo Chinese border! To talk and know about our soldiers at border guarding us, interests me always and I started asking and discussing about the present Indo – Chinese tensions over Arunachal and other bordering states which Chinese eye to annex. The talk drifted to the NSG commandos who fought the painful Taj episode in Mumbai against the Pak terrorist and I came to know that he lost his room partner and a very close friend- a commando, with whom he shared a wonderful relation, in the battle. A talk with him made me realise that whatever we are doing is but nothing as compared to what they are doing for us. To keep in touch with the brave heart, I took his contact number and hope to meet him some time again in near future if I get a chance ever.

The Artist

I met Mr.Surjit Kumar, an artist by profession and an entrepreneur most importantly on way home. I boarded Falaknuma and first walked into the bogey and interacted with a grandfather who was travelling all the way from Kolkata to Secunderabad. A small inquiry and I passed the test to get a seat in the reserved compartment with a star mark condition – if the actual occupant comes then vacate the seat. I was comfortably seated by Grandfathers side when a man with a bag came up to the old man and requested for a seat, he failed in his interview as his time of journey was of 3 hours, mine was just 30 minutes. After him, in walked a girl who seemed to have the herculean responsibilities burdened over her. With a couple of bags as luggage to travel to the same destination as mine, she tried her luck and was lucky enough. I offered her my seat and stood for some time (not to flirt ok. She seemed too tired and fighting with the bags she carried) and then walked towards the door to stand in the crowd which had a portfolio of short distance travelers. It was then that I decided to try my chance and requested Mr. Kumar (who was a stranger till then); I passed his interview as well!

The interaction started with his question as to where I was going and it continued with yet another question – are you doing MBA? A smile and a polite no from me meant that the conversation would continue and it did. I told him I was a faculty. He praised me for my young looks (ufff! Why don’t girls ever tell me this??? Too much of boasting here…) and then it became interesting.

We then started talking where I asked him about painting which was his profession, what themes he adopted for his oil on canvas and came to know his main theme was peace and he found landscapes to be best associated with serenity and peace than the chaotic world that we live in. The talk then drifted to North Eastern states which are not the luckiest to be cared for by the ones who rule them.

While the talk continued and we started talking about entrepreneurial bend in both of us and how the same can be inculcated in today’s management students when the train entered Khurda Road junction. I shook hands with him and took leave for the day.

End of another day’s travel and a new acquaintance.

Train diaries!

“Chalte chalte yu hi koi mil gaya tha…” the song from the movie “Pakheeza” where Meena Kumari sings to the hoots of the coal driven rail engines, reminds me of my daily travel by train and the people I come across. It is not that I interact with all of them but at times some people are too interesting to be ignored. It either happens that I start a talk or that they start talking about something and it leads to something interesting.
Train travel which was at a time, a medium, only to travel long distances has now become a regular affair. A month ago, I was unaware of the train timings except for the Bhubaneshwar- Mumbai Chatrapati Shivaji Terminal, Konark Express, 11020 (don’t stare in awe! I remember this only because I have to hear the sweet lady announce this repeatedly every day, at least for 30 min. till a train picks me up :P). Now I can speak about the timings with the same ease as I can speak about the subject I teach.
Going to station every day is never a bore.
Watching the sun rise in winter mornings, early morning walks, whiff of freshness which was missing in Bhubaneshwar, the butchers mercilessly but with precision slitting the throats of helpless goats and chicks ( being a vegetarian, these murders grind the bowels more than what Baba Ramdev can do as a yogic gimmick), the sound of conch and drum and the smell of the aromatic agarbatti’s from a temple on the way, the vegetables market which opens up early morning to “boli” by different vendors who purchase their lots to be sold for the day, the tea stalls, Tiffin vendors, coconut vendors and the mobile paan BD shops are some of the visuals I come across every day.
Life is the same for them and so is it for me every day, I cross them twice every day and yet we are strangers to each other. The strangers with whom I travel every day in train also are familiar by now and yet, interaction is either zero or kept to minimum as if it’s a protocol to be followed. It is only when Prakash (attendant) or Anupam (student) accompany me that I talk when I go to Bhubaneshwar.
However at times I come across some people with whom I talk and wish to keep in touch with. I will give an account of the people I came across in the posts to follow...

Till then,Happy reading!

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