The Biggest Predicament of my Life

Oh Mom How I wish I could explain to you..But I am really not able to put in to words what I am going through, if only I could I would've given a brilliant oration like an Indian PM..Sorry Mom, I have tried just that I am not able to sometimes tell you..

What I am dealing with here on a daily basis is intense pressure and scrutiny from my Mom..After all, I am not even playing a team game not moving my NPA (Non-Performing Ass) and sending a mob to quell people who think that SRT actually stands for yeS ReTire, nor am I doing anything hideous and getting spoilt by watching Puneet Rajkumar's movies just beacuse I am in Karnataka (Actually mom, I think the only people who can watch his face or his nose are those poor people who use it as a placebo to develop a dislike for food)

My problem is very simple. Everytime my Mom asks me to explain what I do for work I am not able to offer her a satiable explanation. She is disappointed and I am heart-broken unable to do broker a peace deal between us.. I am really in a fix..I look back at my last month recounting my Sales life to see if I can figure out a way to solve this important life problem..

Day 1:

Got my targets for the month..Insane growth figures and Chutiya type expectations..My boss expects a 20% growth over last month..I tried explaining my boss about how it is not possible to do that this month..He says 'Can't' isn't a word in his dictionary..(Blatant Lie Mom I checked all the dictionariesavailable in the market)..

If I tell him anything more he will say "I have been in this industry from 1989 and I have been here for 23 years now.." Sigh..Bloody hate all these 39 year olds who refuse to listen to public opinion..Should immediately pass a bill to remove all 39 yr olds in any system..

Day 4:

How do I explain to you Mom that the bill didn't pass because of a single MP in Rajya Sabha? You'll just not understand..You will say pray to God, everything will be alright..How do I tell you that God only didn't let it happen..If I tell you this, you'll say "#SivaX2 AbacharamX2" and shouldn't talk like that about God..But how do I...? Leave it Mom

Day 9:

You're asking me about the important client I had to meet..I really wanted to tell you about this..He purchases half the month's sales and many say he decides the real post of a manager in this territory..A Sonia Gandhi-MMS relationship..Aiyoo Amma I am not watching any MMS and that too of Sonia Gandhi..By MMS I meant Manmohan Singh..This is why maa I don't tell you anything..

Anyways I went to meet him today in the new Van Huesen shirt you got me in a bus which had a few men, women and 100 chicks..Again Mom again, don't think like that these are the small yellow ones I am talking about..I was travelling like a SRK in Swades to meet this kingpin..

You won't believe it Mom, all the while I was talking to him he just sat there and kept digging his nose..However hard I tried to take non-cognizance of the fact, that bloody bugger thought as if he is digging a borewell for water. After a point he stopped it and he inserted his hand into his banian (Yes Mom, he was wearing a Banian for our business meet) and was scratching his armpits..After that he is offering Dhokla's to eat with that same hand..

His name btw was Chandi..people fondly call him Chandi da..A Marwari settled in Calcutta and before migrating here..One thing you tell me Mom, no Marwaris never stay in Rajasthan huh? And bloody how do they have so much money?

These Marwaris are definitely the Jews of India..Thank God Hitler wasn't an Indian..Imagine Mom what would have happened..Thank God..Lives of so many good looking girls saved..And Guys too, of course if not for those Marwari Uday Chopra look alikes how will we have Pani Puri in Chennai kinda places..

How do I explain to you when you ask How the business meet went? How Mom how?

Day 15:

Got a call from my manager who blasted me for my performance till now..When asked how does he expect me to do the targets he says " I have to push myself hard, push the team, push push is the only mantra.." and cut the call..Bloody as if he had given a Bhagavad Gita on the Kurukshetra battlefield..

Just because he has a twin within a year of marriage, bloody he is giving me lectures..

Mom how do I explain pushing to you? How do I do it?

Day 23:

Had to travel to a town called Ranikuthi today..Mom how do I even tell you the name? But that is the name of the place..I don't even know if any self-esteemed Tamilian will even spell the name of the place..You would disown me if you even hear this, that is why I told you I didn;t goto work today..Pls understand Mom

This place Ranikuthi doesn't have a single 5 star hotel..I mean not even a single 5-star hotel for a population of 1 lac people..Not that I am ever going to stay in one, but the other day I went to Gurgaon they have atleast 20 5-star hotels for a population of 1000 people and 1 lac pigs..Just fascinating Mom how diametric is India's growth..Again if I tell you this, you will ask me how can 1000 people live with 1 lac pigs..But when I don't have the answers why to tell the story in the first place..

So, I put myself in the costliest 200 Rs hotel in Ranikuthi..It seems that is the hotel most preferred by the salesmen in that town..My targets are going way off planning because of huge dumping of stocks in the last month by the previous guy..I am literally tired of this word "Dumping"..Everywhere Everyone says dump the goods..Bloody No hygiene at all in the system..I will set it right mom believe me I will..

Should have been careful when they said it was a hotel preferred by salesmen..Some serious dumping had happened in the loo..Ran out at full speed to a nearby hotel for some water and air..Board displays - Today's Special.."DUMPLINGS"..

Mom you will only scold me if I tell you that I didn't eat that day that is why Mom I din't tell you anything that day when you called..

Day 30:

The Allen Solly's are useless..I was asked to give two soaps today in the store..Burnt the shirt..How do I tell you that?

Day 31:

I want to tell you that I met my month's targets but if you ask me how How on earth do I tell you we pumped the goods into a shop..I am ethical Amma I don't Dump, I am your Son..

Please understand When I tell you "I'm doing well" and let things stay that way between us..

Love you Mom!!!

A lovely present to the romantic past?

Is looking back at your past a really fruitless exercise as we constantly keep hearing? Or Is it an hapless action reserved for the lazy old agers? How much I don't know the answer for those questions but I do know people who emphasize that they don't do the above are a bunch hypocrites travelling the first class. A person who doesn't keep memories of his past (physical and emotional)  are those ones who are just plain incapable of it. Living in the present is just a myth - a beautiful colored capsule taken by people to paint a mirage of a rainbow to say you lead a happy today. Or that's how it seems for me.

Invariably when I bide my time to clutter free of the present day clutter, I dig deep to my forgotten moments of nostalgia for that serene peace. And most of times, it's a rapid chemical reaction of hundreds of happy hormones across my body. Probably it's just the rejuvenation of an imaginary younger me, however much I try to avoid that thought to cram into me. As I escape the humdrums of the uncertain present and safely ensconce myself into a known script, it's just fabulously surprising to believe your mind actually craves for is Not a Sehwag but a solid Dravid. 

Shoulder length curled-up hair of the bard you played in school, with the innocence through the entire script worried about the journey and never about the applause at the end. Or when I suddenly get transported to smell the perfume of the silken hair of the girl as you bend your knees behind her in the attendance line, when you get pulled out for disobedience. The scent of Mangal Pandey bravado you put on for defying orders outweigh the unrealized humiliation. Sometimes I get drawn into the innocent splendor of moments which led up to a first kiss, and the knighthood obtained after it in narrating it to inquisitive friends.

The symphony and the orchestration you just picked up from the BSB's and how you hummed the loudly enough to make sure Karthik knew it was an English song. Sometimes, the little diary entries I used to maintain, before double checking on the latch of your parents room and write down "I Love You ...", quickly running across for water to the kitchen. Settling your goosebumps is the definite purpose, settling a sudden uprising and an altercation of nerves between your legs due to that bout of romance is an unintended consequence.

Or the journey you take to an uninhibited corner under a tree of eternal darkness to set fire to the little devil in your mouth for a minute, with clamouring friends jumping in line for their little moment of ecstasy. Not to forget the airs with which the monk who taught you is looked down up once you tame a black dog. And to go with the expert inferences on intoxication and the nonchalance in spelling out your favorite cuisine as "The liquids of Scotland".

Screeeeech...Rams my head into the front seat of a woman just missing her err..shoulders. That's how suddenly the present plays spoilsport into my adulterated trance I get living through a Bergkamp's goal and the classroom fights I would have had thence. The bloody driver slams the brake hard on my dreams. Kannagi constantly keeps casting a suspicious eye on me, on an another day, on an another day gone by, long gone by, I would have been sitting on her lap..Oh how do I stop thinking about the glorious gone-byes?

The Future is built, The past is pride..And ain't this wonderful present a lovely present to the romantic past?

Nostalgic Account of A Forgotten Love

Delhi is definitely a city which stirs the senses in you. Right from its charming and buzzing streets to the historical cities which actually make Delhi, there's enough for the romantics to soak in over here. I spent the last week rustling across the various monuments in the city, each one of them has a story to tell about the plundering inflicted on it right from the Lodhis to the Mughals to the British. However, you invariably get your blood seething only when you hear about the British. Inspite of the fact that the empire is a very distant memory, and the fact that an Indian team under Aamir has defeated the Poms, a tinge of revoked history spurred in a sense of nationalism and revenge in me. Promptly blocked the weekend for the India-England series, I was taken through a romantic ride through the past.

My first vivid memory of cricket would be around the time I was 6 and a man who you might have easily mistaken for being a college professor with his pristine dressing and aristocratic looks took 6-14 against the West Indies in Hero cup. Anil Kumble used to wear spectacles then, Kambli had nice french beard, Sachin had curly hair and had some secret energy and Prabhakar used to wear colorful wrist bands. From then on, cricket was not a sport I followed, it was a journey I lived. Roughly around the same time, there was a match (Don't remember the exact details) held in Bangalore when Srinath and Kumble had to score some 20 odd runs, when they showed Srinath's mom praying in the crowds. The tension was too much for this little kid in me, I ran to the prayer hall for the last over only to return after we won the match with a final ball 4. India won the match that day not because of Srinath, but for me it was my little prayer I did. I had never believed in God more. 

In those days, India used to lose more than they used to win, so more of times used to be in despair than in joy. So the early morning next day, used to open the papers from the last (The practice has stayed with me till date !!!) to see if the match I saw yesterday was just in my dreams, and used to total the scoreboards just in case to check if there was a mistake. Never could I write a letter to the Editor, but my smart dad made me total it twice everyday just in case I might find an error the second time. Then the came the 1996 WC held in India, my school never seemed longer in anticipation of the bolt-run back home. During the lunch, snacks, and in the 5 mins between periods invariably used to dash across to the friendly watchman who had a transistor with him. Remember when we used to take turns in asking permission for loo ("...Miss Miss I am getting ... (and the pinky goes up) make the quick dash to the guard, and circulate the scores in a chit of paper across the class. The 1996 WC was the first time I saw cricket at a global scale with hundreds of players, colored clothing, floodlights, and countless lunch-time games right from the correctly naming WPUCJ Vaas' name to the score Sachin made in the match against Australia in the Group Stages..(if I remember right he made 137 and was out caught and bowled)..That WC was joyish schoolboyish fun left me with wonderful moments Brian Lara's century against SA, Ajay Jadeja's knock against Pakistan WC, the Aus-WI semifinal innings of Bevan. In hindsight, I hold Calcutta culpable for the Semi's but I very well know had I been there what I would have done. Kambli wasn't the only one who cried that day..

I grew up with more cricket, and absolutely no cartoons, comics or movies (I still feel the pinch when I try to pick up a conversation with girls) but I had a CDMA TV set with only ESPN on it (which used to include matches, Harsha's pre and post match analysis and ESPN School Olympiad on non-match days). Hatred for Pakistan developed when I knew no history about our neighbours or the horrors of partition but when I knew villains No.1 Aaqib Javed, No.2 Razzaq and No.3 Saqlain were from there. The 5-16 by Saurav at Toronto cup was a match I missed due to sleep and haven't cursed myself more doing that. I should have probably missed the Asia Cup Shoaib's consecutive yorkers which I didn't, what will I give to trade those two..Lord's, Eden's, MCG I had seen cricket everywhere but my Mecca of cricket was always Sharjah and its 4 o clock starts (It always seemed matches used to start only after I come back home). The two Sachin classics to make India qualify and win the tourney, with the desert storm in between, the car ride after the presentation and Tony Greig's commentary (I still remember this "What a player...What a wonderful player after Sachin's straight six echo in my head) was the nearest I had come to experiencing magic in sports. It was as if the Mozart had been born again to perform two of his best symphonies live in Sharjah. No desert has ever tasted sweeter till now in my life, and I doubt any ever will.

He was no Mozart, but Warne was more than a wizard. Hardly a few instances in my life I can recount when the actual event has lived up to the expectations of the massive buildup to it, but this one series of Aus-Ind in 1997 exceeded every bit of it. Sachin's dismissal in first innings, then his 150 in the second, along with Sidhu and Mongia's class, this series was more about seeing Shane Warne and his antics of pulling up his shirt take a stick in his face rather than India winning for me. Chennai has always produced classics, and so it did when Pakistan came down to India and India lost the test match after brilliance by Sachin and Mongia. I think I was matured enough by then, and this time I would have given wonderful ovation that Chennai crowd gave after the test, had I been there at the stadium. And I still wonder whether Wasim Akram the last man to get out in Kumble's 10 for din't get out to Srinath fearing for his life. 

If you have to tell fables of cricket stories and did your very best at it, still the best wouldn't have been 10%  of what was witnessed in the 2001 India Oz Series. There was a revival around this time with India just out of the match fixing scandal, and this was the team which probably had lots of personalities and style associated to it. There was Charisma in Sourav, Grit in Dravid, Class in Sachin, Passion in Bhajji, Perseverance in Kumble. This wasn't a team of players, it was a team of living role models, for once India served a well-made Indian Thali to all the teams. India's ascent to its glory days started around then. Looking at the 2003 WC and reflecting on India's loss in the final would be gross injustice to one of the most admirable journeys of team spirit displayed by an Indian team. The culmination to that journey happened though not in Jo'burg but in Adelaide. I didn't need an alarm now to get up at 5.30 in the mornings then, for during that series I won my battle against Snooze. This to me was more special than the 2001 match just for the fact that we did it in conditions where we used to lose matches in mid-journey to Australia in the previous tours. Rahul Dravid added an another hue to his magnificent rainbow he was painting in Indian colors. He would add to it further in Rawalpindi and Leeds latter. Dravid and Kumble both of them gave grit a good name and perseverance an admirable trait to imbibe. 

It was roughly around this time in 2004 that I graduated from school and college and also from my boyish fanaticism of Indian cricket and underwent a metamorphism to a matured lover of the cricket sport. I also flirted with many other sports like F1, Tennis, Basketball, Football. Even though I follow a few of those sports keenly now, I can never say "Kimi should have taken a left turn in the second gear across the champions wall opening up his DRS" as I confidently say "That's sliding down leg-side on live TV when an appeal is made". Cricket is not for the time I see it on field, all the nostalgic memories I have had with it make it an unforgettable first love for me..

So what if the Britishers have taken the Kohinoor from us, they have left the Cricket diamond for us !!! 

5 year plan - Approved

It's been a long time since I went high..
A sober time served the crude reality that I am twenty-five..
Fulfillment of my dreams doesn't seem nigh..
Penning the bucket list to heave a sigh!!!
Here's what I would love in the next five..

Booze, babes certainly guarantees a ball..

Top on my calender in the 2014 fall
To be at land of Samba cheering for the Dutch..
What will I give to get a Brazilian hitch

Let the BMW's and the Harley's wait..
All I want to do is to take up the bait
In a marathon should I run..
Crossing the line would be serious fun

I will jog for a mile even in the morning fog..
Please you belly stay away even if I hog
Even let a Baba Ramdev MMS scandal befall
I don't have the heart to handle a hairfall

Thinking of it makes me get real fidgety..
Will get one up on you damn Bungee!!!
One journey to the Poker table in Vegas..
Accompanied by Rainman would be kick-ass!!!

Don't think I have made it large as yet..
Bike trip to Ladakh would be the best bet
As happy and content I am with these
The road ahead doesn't look to wind down with ease
Mom and Dad, please give me some time for these!!!


To cork a poor guy's future life of its little holes
Is there a better way to heaven for you holy souls?
As the coffers cry for the sound of a metal..
Mani's 5-yr corpus fund eagerly awaits your nickel..

The week that was...

The most beautiful thing about sport is the thrill and excitement it gives you sending your heartbeats to levels higher than Gayle's sixes. It has so captivated my time that I effortlessly switched between a 'I don't want the title tussle' till the last moment between Manchester teams, 'I'm at better at this merry-go-round' F1 race and watching the display of amazing consistency and professionalism in losing by Deccan in IPL, when disaster strcuk.

I had just read the other day that cricket commentary was born in 1961, I'm sure it went on its deathbed when Sidhu entered in 2001, now in 2011 when Danny Morrison entering the comm box it has completely been burnt down and cremated a Gayle's six length deep into the ground. I'm sure if India TV conduct's a sting operation they will find Danny watching porn instead of cricket, not sure if even actors in that would have so much feelings (Knowing that it is this easy, we might even find our BJP MPs entering comm box in the future). So, when Danny (Is he the brother or agent of Sunny ??) and said 'Sachin hit the sweet spot and banged the ball effortlessly in the gap", I couldn't take it anymore in front of parents..Switched the channels to follow what's on around in India..

National:

# A. Raja released on bail in the 2G case, on a surety of 20 lakhs.

Former telecom minister Raja has appealed to the supreme court to look into the surety amount of Rs. 20 lakhs. He feels it is highly unfair on him given the prevailing economic conditions. He reasons out the expenses of him having to book an Air India flight, and on its cancellation the booking of another last minute flight to Switzerland, completing his clearances to withdraw money from his swiss bank account where the minimum denomination is crores a paltry sum of lakhs and added to it the cost of foreign exchange, will surely work out more than the demanded surety sum of 20 lakhs. He has pleaded with the court citing his poor family income to reconsider the amount.

He also entered the parliament for the zeroth hour, and inquired well being of his friends and was unhappy that his fellow MPs did not plan a vacation to the family guest house in Tihar.

# Ambedkar's cartoon row send parliament into a frenzy, all cartoons removed from NCERT books

Following the row on the depiction of Ambedkar's cartoon implying the snail's pace in which the constitution was framed, Tortoise In Today's Society, fancily calling themselves TITS, has moved the court saying the depiction of the Tortoise as "slow" in childhood's story is highly demeaning to the animal. Speaking of which, TITS brand ambassador, Ms. Leone has promised that the organization will approach the PM as they find him a considerate man in understanding the Tortoise's plight.

Economy:

# Rupee declines to all-time low

The decline of the rupee has opened unlimited job opportunities in the country. Speaking to the owner of Manmohan waste paper mart, he has said that there has been a huge spurge in people across the country throwing away kilos and kilos of waste paper. He has requested the government to print the currency a little bigger and photos of other celebrities as there is a demand for color posters among the youth.

Sport:

# SRK enters into a fracas with security staff at the Wankhede

SRK is likely to be banned by the Mumbai cricket association, for his fist fight with the security staff. SRK insists that he just called out the guard's name Vikram and the guard got offended for it. Defending his actions, SRK has said, as a owner of KKR, it's only apt that I called him Bikram and his son as Birat. Arnab Goswami held a discussion on this issue of national importance the very same day.

Finally landed up with Set Max again, and goddamn Danny is still at it.."You betcha, another DLF Maximum  'FIX'.." For once Danny boy, you were right..

The week that was in India...

As I sat 'Fevikwick' glued to 'LG' television all day long 'Timex' watching live telecast of DLF IPL seeing 'Aircel' ABD, 'Vodafone' Virender, 'Karbonn Kamaal' KKR, little did I realize that I had been unaware of the happenings around me in 'Incredible' India. Talking to a few of my 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S' friends and finding them to be of the same plight, I browsed through the happenings across the country over the past week for the benefit of many. Here's a dose of quicky bytes of the major talking points of the country over the past 'Dabur Chywanprash' week  in a non-partisan 'BJP' view reporting only the 'Bible' truth. 

National :

# More than 100 Air India pilots report sick, flights cancelled

Various vaasthu and numerology experts feel that changing the name of Air India to Ground India would help the Maharaja airlines. Also they have suggested a small bowl to be added along with the Maharaja in the logo, so he can directly beg from people. 

Prime Minister MMS has remained silent on this issue. 

# President Patil on a month long official trip along with grandchildren to Mauritius, Maldives and ....

Mauritius and Maldives government have expressed deep gratitude to the president for single handedly developing tourism and surging their GDPs to top of the world. Census data recorded during the last week has reported a dip of 2% in India's population. This has been the most successful president term ever served and the UPA is planning to nominate Patil for a second term if she plans to come back to India. 

Prime Minister MMS was unavailable to comment on this issue. 

International: 

# Hillary Clinton visits India

The government has conferred the highest possible award to a foreign woman national in an act which is sure to strengthen India-US ties. Having run out of titles with Behenji, Didi, Amma taken up already, government has conferred a prestigious title to Ms. Clinton. Speaking of which Ms. Clinton said she was very proud to be hence known as the "Biwi" of India. 

PM Mr. Singh just let his eyes speak on this extremely emotional ceremony. 

# Hollande elected France president

Opposition parties have criticized the government for letting Hollande to be the president of France. VHP, RSS and the BJP have accused that it is part of the master plan of the UPA government to nominate Pakistan as the president of India. When asked to comment on the above issue, Aamir Khan wiped off the tears from his eyes and said "Satyamev Jayate". 

Prime Minister Manmohan has declined to indulge in affairs of other countries and has remained quiet. 

Sport:

# Sachin nominated as Rajya Sabha MP

Asked on his immediate plans, he has hinted on the idea of passing a bill by which 50% of the runs made by all the batsmen in a match would be counted in Sachin's score under the Right to Score Act. On being asked whether this was a selfish motive, he said " We all are Mumbai Indians. No one has the right to ask me when I will retire."

Elsewhere, in the IPL, Andhra broke out in a frenzy and welcomed the Deccan team home to a red carpet appreciation after they won the last position in the IPL table by a comfortable margin. Asked to comment on it, captain Sanga has said " We are always fully charged to face difficulties and that has been the key this year."

On these issues, PM has not spoken a word as his favorite sport happens to be hockey. 

However, caught on a secret spy cam in PM's prayer room by the THE Arnab Goswami's Times Now, I can assure you all that our PM has not lost his silken voice and with utter devotion he carried on his prayers to Soniaji and Rahulji.  

That was the round-up of the past week 'Nokia-Connecting People' people. 

My Salute to the Greatest Man I've Ever Known

If you've been abreast of the happenings around the college over the last one month, as I have been keenly following then you might have noticed the crippling issue we all had to deal with. Yes, friends, I am referring to this issue of students passing out year after year and the insurmountable burden which it puts on fellow students (friends, haters, seniors, juniors included). It looks like just two years before I entered this college and alas, here I am, out of it, and so are all of my friends. This happened in my engineering days too, except for one dear soul who decided not to trouble others by not passing out..Bloody, everyone in this MBA is ambitious and want to pass put every year. This trend isn't going to change and the problem I am referring to has become the most important in a student's life (Now that India doesn't have any overseas tour for the next two years).

How do we keep on writing hundreds of words of exalted praise of so many of them when these goddamn bloody fellows decide to pass out all at the same time?

This is an exceptionally daunting task at the fag end of your college life, making you unsure of your degree and also the sleepless nights you will have at the end. What bloody good adjective should I use for the 5th goddamn guy when the entire vocabulary of adjectives I have learnt just has Ass, Bastard, Fucker, Bitch..And that too after spending reams of paper writing for one adjacent to your room, only to find the person across the room deleting what he has written for you.. Utter chaos and despair

Relax friends, This soul has done all the weightlifting for you and has come up with this masterpiece generic testimonial which sure can be used for all class of people irrespective of sex, weight, height, age and experience. All you have to do is insert the name and tweak it here and there by ctrl+X the first lines of a para and ctrl+V at the end of the para. For all practical purposes, I have used a fictional name which is as use and throw as it can get. I can assure that people are too boastful and unmindful to point out similar content for others, as long as they find a few good lines for them. Or for people like me, as long as they find a few lines for them at all.

Trust in me. This strategy is foolproof.

Guhareilya Ratharao Mishkhan: A Trure Legend

The first time I saw him, I knew that he had it in him all it takes to achieve greatness in college life. His scores were impressive, although he had got through the college seat by slipping in money through one father to an other, his academic record till standard X was excellent. He had topped the class in every single test that was ever held save for one where the test was cancelled due to a wet pitch. Ranked first in every single test when there was grade system in practice - No wonder his resume was shortlisted for every company.

Ratharao was an extremely focused chap in life and it was always his dream from childhood to become an MBA. So singular was his focus in life that all his life he had worked only towards what is required to get a MBA admission. Not all was rosy in his life, he met with numerous obstacles the kind of stuff any other person would have wilted on handling. His first failure came after class XII, when he was denied a seat to do medical, any other person would have got dejected but not Ratharoa, sat at home for a whole year simultaneously preparing for medical exams and CA. Day before the results were due, Ratharoa didn't give away to emotions and decided to pursue what he had dreamed for all his life - to become a MBA. So objective and focused was he even at this young age, that he didn't even check the results of both the exams, in which only a single candidate had failed in India.

First day of college and classes in college, he was up well before 7 o clock for the 9 a.m class. A highly devout and seriously religious person, Guhareliya had started his bhakthi sessions along with an old monk on the very first morning. Word soon got around about this extremely resourceful person and he never said no to anyone who came in for knowledge transfer. He never compromised on his sessions even for a single day, a rationalist that he is and a strong advocate of inter-religious harmony, he used to pray twice on fridays in line with traditions of two religions. I still remember the day when Guhareliya was down but was never out drew on his last powers of energy on a Good Friday, even a day of limping around didn't deter him from maintaining his regime. Life would never be the same again for people associated with Guhareliya.

By the time, he came into the second year, Mishkhan was primed for greatness in the management field. He knew everything about BC-MC matrix in marketing to movable/immovable assets in finance to pest analysis affecting grass/weed cultivation in strategy. What undid Mishkhan on his path to greatness in his first year is till hazy, but when he returned in the second year after he completed his summer break, his path to greatness was well on its way. Highlights of his activities in the second year included his single-handed negotiations in successfully bringing the CEOs of OM and KaluVariety stores, Pintu and Kalu Bhaina to head the 3 day pan-walmart conference held at an open field inside XIMB, heavily guarded by security 24 hrs a day with the assistance of the newly fitted camera. Folklore has it that Mishkhan managed this event on a shoestring budget, left at one point without enough funds to provide transportation for the chief guests ended up piggybacking the guests all the way to the conference arena. The event was a resounding success with hospitality sponsors - Sanjay Bhaina, media partners - XIMB Combined Notice board and Audio Sponsors -  Monty. The event witnessed a record attendance of 3 and a hundred students at the JLT which took place post the conference. No wonder the BC-MC song of the night was dedicated to Mishkhan.

All good things have to come to and end and unfortunately this legend Guhareilya Ratharao Mishkhan's time had also come. Whole college had come in for the convocation to witness this historic event of the passing out of this legend. The end was nigh, and Guhareilya Ratharao Mishkhan's name was called out to receive the degree. He went up on stage, grabbed the mike and announced to the world..

"When you are at the top, you should serve the college. When I feel I am not in a frame of mind to contribute tothe college, that's when I should retire not when somebody says. That's a selfish statement that one should retire on top.."

With these words, he walked away to a standing ovation, where not one person could hide their tears..

What a man...

Oh please, Will you stop this bullshit ?

The other day while watching one of the most nicely made movies I have seen, Taare Zameen Par, my eyes welling up even long after the movie was done, a question struck me. What made poor Ishaan transform himself from a dud in the span of less than a year? Whilst looking away all the cinematic considerations of the hero Aamir having to be the messiah, working long hours with the kid and eventually working magic through his care and affection taking a lot of screen space, there are a few minutes of reel space which I feel actually tell the true story of the kid. It starts off with varying success stories pointed out by Aamir, finally giving the kid the confidence to shy away from his losing mentality he was accustomed to, ends up making a model boat. What follows is like a piece of rainbow emerging out of a dark sky, the kid for the first time experiences stardom, an applause, an awe of look from people around him and in short - success. The movie leads up to an scintillating climax, where the stage gets bigger, the audience gets bigger, and the kid on winning experiences a success which got bigger.

Beats me so hard when I think of why success is often mocked at? and why is there a needless powershift glorifying failure as the best learning tool? Success helps you gain acceptance from people around you, there is no way your voice is going to be heard if you are an eternal failure. Like how it happened in the movie, Ishaan on his success was slowly accepted in his own circle. And there are these numerous confidence glorifying messages, but confidence leaves us with a classical chicken-egg scenario. Do you get success because of the confidence, or are you confident because of your success? Or the other allegation which is always leveled against Success - Success ain't that important you know. Ain't it an universal fact that everyone feels good about success more than a failure? Success is bloody god damn important at least for the simple fact that it makes you feel good, if not anything.

Well well, why then this success being made a less better teacher than failure? One reason I can think of is - this success is elusive and invariably everyone is going to experience more failures than success. So it does make sense for motivators to glorify these failures as learning lessons. Makes sense!!! And also there is this fear of the blinkered vision of people only looking at the end and not enjoying the wonderful journey. If in case, the end success is not met, one ends up cursing the entire path taken. A curse to watch out for, but definitely doesn't put a case stronger for having to glorify failure. Too much of this happening around out here!!!

Aren't we all hypocrites enough? When we all know that success is better than a damned failure, that success gives more joy than a doomed failure, why all this hypocritical failure praising? It's so damn similar to another hypocritical thought I keep hearing all around that money is not important for me. Oh!! Come on, you all know how much you require money to satiate your needs. There is just this too much of negative publicity for success/money alike. The question is are you scared of losing your way in quest for success/money or are you scared of handling success/money or do you just don't have it in you to go for success/money? Think deep and all our answers are the same, but our hypocritical mouth won't voice it out.

There is a lesson to be learnt in failure, no doubt, but there are much better lessons you get through an euphoria of your success. The quest won't be far if you can just break up your life to enjoy little moments of success, which can be aspired for. Don't go around doing this success bashing, be a pragmatist, we all know  the truth!!! Dhirubhai Ambani once aptly put it this way " I hear a lot of people saying money is not important, but I would like them to earn that much money to tell that it is not important.." Be a successful person before you can comment on failures, and to be one I feel we need to go around in search of Success - Be it small. It is after all this Success which will give you the confidence to face your numerous failures !!!

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Around the world in 79!!!!!

Hello readers , its me again,
for a change it aint sorrow or pain !!!
I'm to marvel the world around me,
i dunno where to start ... A B or C...

As the sun greets the sand,
as the sea wakes up ,
as the wind steers the ship big and small ,
my imagination begins to crawl...

Thank you Lord im in Indian sand,
strife , yet a peaceful land!!
I wish to migrate to the chinese wee,
learn their crafts , savour thier tea!!

off i go to the island Japan,
wealth of a craft , shrunk in a pan !!!
not to mention the mount fiji,
i haven forgotten my pav baaji!!!

Aussie land and the koala bear ,
my dreams dontland me there !!!
but i guess i ll make t there ,
my dreams???, bah!! i really dont care

off to europe , the swedish alps,
the italian women , andthe french winee......
the english villa and the finnish siness!!!

sign off in America , the land of dreams,
BEER,BIRD, BIKES!!!!ah dreams!!!

I wish , these all were mine!!!
around the world,
before i turn 79!!!!