1 30 I am in office and awake

This is going to be a short one and a complete random one...1 : 30 and am still in office...hmmm...i like to slog...good that m slogging for the work which i like to do...consider myself extremely lucky to got through this profile...getting here was really that career break people talk about...its all sexy stuff here...simply in love to my work...its going good...hectic though but who cares...m running...running fast...don know towards what...must be something...which will make me happy and make me feel at the top of the world...actually got confused today...one of my colleouge's father passed away...went to meet him...it almost shaken me...what are we running behind...why am i not with my parents...what is more important...career or family...totally confused...i usually have this discussions with one of my best friend in office...we discuss a lot about these stuff...its strange and its scary...to keep up with everything and meet everybody's expectations and then be happy about what you doing...there is always something lacking...and how to fill it....m clueless...and i guess most of the people are...so what to do...i guess i will keep running...till the day when i reach the top or the day when i think that its enough of running and its not worth running anymore, though if i know myself it will be very difficult for me to get to that day when i think that i ran enough...so for now i think i ll keep running with few pit stops in between...pit stops are most crucial in an F1 race...keep running dude...and ya enjoy the pit stops...

Rules of the Corporate World: Part 1(CYA)

I think this will go on for pretty long…it is just the beginning…the bad bad corporate world…as people say…I don know whether its bad or good but ya it exists for sure…and no doubt its hell different then whatever world we can see…it has been 2 months on my job…ups and downs…but now slowly getting into the groove…be a part of it…so what’s the first lesion(both theoretically and practically) I learnt… “CYA”… for the few who didn’t understand this refers to “Cover your Ass” and believe me this has to be done day in and day out to survive…Ofcourse it doesn’t mean that you make mistakes and then cover it up…that will be suicidal… CYA is used in much wider context…beyond the understanding of the lesser mortals…As far as I understand it refers to not making a mistake and then covering up so that neither your probable mistake nor the mistake of any other person comes up to you…your a#$ should always be covered…come what may…ofcourse its easier said then done…to be a pro in CYA you need experience…you should always try that your CYA does not let things fall on somebody else(I am a good boy) but then it’s a bad bad corporate world and sometimes you can’t help it…haan and like most of the things the basic funda of doing CYA is that nobody should know that you are doing CYA…it should be as natural as possible…so Happy CYAing….

Long Long time

Writing after a long long time…March 11 was the last time when I put up a post…four months…had been a roller coaster ride…in true sense…has been the most beautiful days of my life…from my MBA getting over…to kerala trip…to 1 month in homeJ…to my dream job in Bangalore…everything has been so nice and beautiful…it has been amazing in terms of maturity I can feel inside me…working more then 15 hrs on my job… taking care of home chores….putting up with some permanent guests in my place…it felt as if I am a “working housewife”….suddenly I started realizing how difficult it is to take care of home…believe me it is…but all said and done…last two months on my job and staying here in Bangalore had been a amazing experience…getting my first salary pay slip with 5 digits on it was like “wow” and that too for a job which I wanted to be in…baby “ m loving it”…but suddenly out of the simulated environment of hostels to the actual ground reality here…it had been different…truly different…set up the whole house by my own…I start thinking about my future…where I will have my house with my family…a car…loads of shopping and blaah blaah…at 23 and half I started planning my future…and believe me its bugging yet intoxicating….thanks to my inspiration...

The MBA who sold his Darling…

Here darling refers to my grey CBZ…my dream machine…got this thing in the starting of first year…thought it will be helpful from college to hostel…didn’t know its potential then…how much it have in store for me…countless rides to udupi, restaurants, beaches, mountains, waterfalls and the list goes on and on…I so much wished to keep it for ever but all good things has to come to an end…so I started searching for a customer for my bike…thought of selling it first to a junior so that I can give it as late as possible…but didn’t work out…asked some 100 of times to dinesh…but he was trying to postpone to create a distress sale…so one day I thought of putting up posters in manipal…took a print out of my machine and hanged it at many places…was not enjoying it much with a feeling to part with it but anyways got it done…the same day dinesh called…and I went and sold my bike at his price…he is one shrewd business man, much better then many sales people in our college…he will let u sell ur bike to the same person you bought from…creating dummy parties…he just execute it properly…making a margin of atleast 3000 on one deal…he is too good…wish he would have come for a guest lecture…any ways there was a dissatisfaction…partly because I had to give it way and partly not getting the right price…but anyways its gone but the memories will always be there…I wouldn’t have enjoyed even 5% of what I did, if she had not been there…Adieu my CBZ

I Hope…

Hope is a good thing my friend
And no good thing can die…

Thanks Shaks to make me see Shawshank Redemption…According to some Hope is a dangerous thing…it just let u expect too many things but for others this hope is the only way out…Hope…all of us have some hopes within us which nobody can touch or feel…its just a matter of feeling it ourselves…Hope is everywhere…when a mother conceive a child…she can only hope to get a healthy child…when the child grows up he can hope not to fall...when he is grown up he can hope for some friends or companion…a person who gets old hopes not to die...life is nothing but hope…a endless hope of some other hopes...it is this hope only which keeps us alive…a hope…a hope to succeed…a hope to grow…a hope to prospere…a hope to fame…a hope to make our mark…a hope to show the world that u exist…a hope to make all this hopes come true…that’s hope…to put it in other words…hope is our birth right and we can not get away with it…even if we want its always with us…the true success is to listen to the voice of your heart to know what it hopes and then leave no stone unturned to achieve it…human capability is endless…and so are hopes…I hope and so I know that I am capable…

Prison

A thought just came to my mind…How the life in the prison be…and more so when u are there for something like life sentence or so as to say till death sentence…when u know that you are going to spend some more then 20 years in a prison…that sound scary…isn’t it…everyday getting up at the same time…doing the same work…eating the same food and sleeping in the same cage on the same concrete bed all through your life…day by day…minute by minute…second by second…and counting each of it…you don’t have anybody to fall upon…you don’t have anybody to look upon…nobody expect anything from you nor do you expect anything from anybody…its just you…caged within ur body and ur body caged within the prison…just moving from one place to other on the order of somebody…and he is there as a victim of some laws and code of conduct made by some other humans who want to live a peaceful life on their couches and beds…but can they guarantee that each and everybody who is being held up in the jail are guilty…there are no innocent souls inside who are dying everyday for something which they never did…neither m passing any judgement nor m making any comments…it is the way it is…and when we are talking of double digit growth and blah blah…can’t we shed some portion to make their life more comfortable and more peacefully so that they actually come out as “responsible citizens”

Taliyan…

Will tell u the story later but atleast clap first…not for me…for Ramu Kaka…yup…my first stint as a actor…a very short one though…this habit of mine to do everything made me participate in this play…I knew this was the last opportunity which I will get to perform…and I couldn’t let it go…there is always a urge within me for the claps…it really excites me…haan so Ramu Kaka had to bring food to the guest and say few lines like

“ I will cook Rasogullas for u”
“why people need to come at the time of food”
“ boumaaa!!! Eta ki hoche”

And believe me he did it in style, everybody liked it a lot…and I was enjoying the whole aura of it…my first attempt and it went well…people calling me “Ramu Kaka” even after a week of the play and that’s not a small thing for me… don’t know whether will get a opportunity again but this will be on my mind for long…and m pretty sure of that…

String Less

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna…Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama…Rama Rama Hare Hare
It cannot get a better name then this...We always keep some strings attached to us always and let these strings control us...So what is this all about? Shaks and me on the bike where just going around manipal to pass on some time... We were passing across the syndicate bank auditorium and saw some “Hare Krishna” people outside it... We both wanted to check it out...Let’s try something new, we thought...But still 15 mins left, what to do...We again went for a ride to find some unknown strings so as to say...So around 6 in the evening, we enter this auditorium and what we see...Some 15 saints from different countries (not a single one from India) chanting Hare Rama Hare Krishna in few of the most innovative way…it was truly eye catching and beautiful. Even the music was so soothing to my ears...I had some very strange feelings that time...I started liking it a lot...Suddenly its class time, was wondering whether to tell Shaks for bunking the class, my first bunk in these two years…even he was wondering the same thing…so finally we decided to let loose the strings( the prof is anyways not a very strong string either)…we decided to bunk…yeppiee…m attending a full session of “satsang”…after the kirtan was over, it was the time of Swami Indradyumana to impart the knowledge…and believe me he was too good…people may call them escapist but it would took some real guts and faith to be something like this…to leave all the wordly desires and chanting the name of Lord Krishna and in the same time making others to do so…he explained the difference between the soul and the body and which one should be given more importance...He completely ridiculed the theory of evolution as propounded by Darwin putting Lord Krishna as the supreme god and Gita being the ultimate source of spirituality and knowledge a person can come across...It was so true, so as to think…we are running endlessly towards something or other and this run will never come to an end…that doesn’t mean that we should stop running …its all about the path you take…I am not explaining any further…its on the individual person, so as to see the number of strings he can break and how quickly can he do so…doing all his worldly duties and even then keeping his own soul dedicated to god won’t be a easy task though…so I sang, I danced, and I listened…may be in a different way but no less then a experience to cherish. I also bought a “Gita”…don know when will I be able to finish it but then it was a start atleast…

Dadagiri

Wanted to write this for preety long now…No this is not a biography or to say cricketography of Sourav Ganguly…I just want to dig a little deeper…How he would have felt being thrown out of the Indian team and how amazing it would have been, to comeback…like all other players he has been performing bad, no doubt it was a long long bad patch for him but the “ dada” didn’t deserve the treatment he got…just imagine u r the head of ur family…and suddenly because you don earn anymore u have been thrown out with a promise that the ur comeback if not impossible will be really difficult…is it worth it…I know there is no place for the imperfections in the team but then there should be a style to say “goodbye”…all said and done…ganguly is out of the team…back to his home for a holiday which he can expect to be long…pretty long…what he would have done on this holidays…at the age of 30+ just give up his hope to come back to the team…and then one day declare his retirement…just imagine the way he would have felt watching Indian team play on his TV set…believe me it would have been pensive to see both, Indian team loosing as well as winning…but this man didn’t loose his determination…he went and played domestic cricket…with some players who are not even remotely close to his personality and career…but then he didn’t wanted to stick to his nick name “maharaja” at the cost of a chance to come back and show that he is actually the “maharaja”…so finally he came back…just imagine him entering the hotel where he again see his team but then the time has changed…people may be doubtful as to how to greet him…whether be cool about it or to get excited…some would have loved to see him back, some would have just contemplated the fact…ganguly going back to the field…practicing again with the teammates…but no doubt there will be some discomfort…some inhibitions…some loose ends…some old habits which may not want to die…from being the captain to be just another player…it would have been difficult…u can talk about professionalism and blahh blahh but after all he is also a human being…but to end it here…I just believe that he came back in style…and it would have needed a lot of guts and self-belief…

New year’s eve…

This is the best new year eve I ever had…never got the opportunity to go out and all in the night…but yahan to no problems…naah we didn’t go for any party and all…we have our own style of enjoying…we went to malpe…the beach was crowded…so thought of moving to tottam beach…the beach was like our private beach with campfire a ll far off…we found a boat tied on the beach…the beach was simply amazing…when people were dancing and drinking we were enjoying on the beach…it can’t get better then this…we walked for a while but then back to pavilion i.e the boat…it was time now…sandy’s bday…ofcourse we had the cake...it was looking amazing in the candle light…there were crackers on the backdrop to make it better…all in all it is the best u can get in 2 hrs...so now its time to go back…in hostel everybody was sloshed…wishing each other…this is probably the last time we as a group seeing the new year together…it will be difficult to leave this place…

St. Mary's

Slowly my blog is turning into a travelouge...but then when we are placed and we go out almost every day...can i help it...okie...so off to St. Mary's Island...we were planning to go there for quite some time now but 3oth was the day...we started quite early...around 9: 30 so as to say...reach there by around 11'o clock...but the ferry from malpe to the island was simply awesome...with quite a few dolphins...so we are on island...the beach there was amazing...so as usual we went in the water...bahut masti ki...it was like our own private beach...it was really a nice trip...i wanted to show all these places to my parents and sister...but let's see when will that happen...