Relationship

When you talk about any relation, it comes with a set standard and expectation, and you connect to it immediately. You tend to find similarities, whether it is mother’s love, father’s affection or sibling rivalry, but the self chosen relationship of love with a partner breaks the rules of standardization!

Type1: One dominates, and the other one is an ass!
Type2: Both partners are ultimate bore and cheesy, and tend to think life is all about them being together.
Type3: The open relationship types (I really don’t understand the need for this one)
Type4: The ever fighting and complaining ones
Type5: They are both cool and have their individuality intact.. And you wished you could be like them

People say “love ” keeps the world revolving, it certainly does. People fight, cry and some even die for it! Interacting with friends caught my attention to this particular friend who found it difficult to cope with the responsibilities of calling the partner as a form of compulsion and not mood. Another one complained of unduly feeling responsible for mood swings of the partner and felt obliged to listen to the ugly shouting (Type4). Friend3 thought he owed every detail of his life to his girlfriend and felt guilty hiding even his underwear color from her (the Type2)! Friend4 hid everything from his girlfriend; he felt it was unnecessary for a guy to share things with girls! Certainly the vice- versa was not acceptable to him (the Type1 kind!). Friend5 was inexperienced in reciprocated love, but certainly had huge opinions- strange! Love is not to be underestimated and flaunted by everyone- its too risky and often offensive.. lol

The Type5 is worth the risks and it breaks the rules of typical love stories. Partners let the other partner breathe, have their self respect intact, aren’t imposing and indeed supporting and of course practical. Sounding dreamy? Trust me, 1 in 1000 people are real. They know stories in novels are just stories and look beyond the horizon! These lovers are real time and don’t always expect you to be reminding you that they exist, it comes naturally; they understand completely when it doesn’t work at the end, realizing fully that something else mattered more and that at-least they helped each other grow individually. They rejoice the life they spent and are happy the way it was meant to be.

Decide where you belong and remember, love helps your world revolve around, but it’s not the only reason why your life is revolving!

“Have you ever wished life had a rewind button? No, not only because of regrets, simply to enjoy those moments you cherished just one more time!!”

I have! Lots of times!

Time travel or a time machine has always been a concept that has fascinated me. Not fascinated me to the extent that I want to build one … but fascinating in the sense that it offers so many possibilities.

How many times have we wished that we could back something that we said, undo something that we did, be with dear and near ones when there is a happening in the family, and relive moments that were happy and memorable?

There are times when I have wished that I could take back some of the words that I uttered, undo some incidents and make sure there was a better way to handle the awkward moments, be with my family and folks when there was a happening / festive occasion instead of listening to the details over the phone, relive some of the most happiest moments in life ….

“If only” is a constant phrase in my life! If only I had not said that, if only I had done this instead of that, if only I had not missed it….

Yes! I know messing with the fabric of time is not a good thing. In fact it will lead to dangerous consequences if not handled properly or if it falls into the wrong hands.

But if used effectively, imagine the possibilities it could offer!!

I for one would be the happiest to know that I could live a life without any regrets! Of course, now I know you’re going to say that, it’s from regrets and mistakes that you learn about life, relationships and the value of it. It’s something that I keep saying too. And I know it’s true!! But for once, imagining a life where you could go back in time, undo some stuff, do things a bit differently, and be there when it counts, actually feels quite alluring!!

Well it does not cost anything to dream of it right…!!

ANNA HAZARE EFFECT ON CRICKET – DEEP INSIGHT**

President of ICC & Agriculture, Consumer affairs & owner of other big portfolio of our country Mr. Sarad Powar decided to play the ultimate card to divert the attention of young mass from corruption to cricket during the period of our Independence Day anniversary.

It was not bad cricket, it was bad politics which is the reason for Indian cricket team loss in England. A team who was World Champ started playing like a minnow country in just a month time. As a cricket follower of our country and having more than experience of following cricket than of Sachin’s International career I wont accept the result. The players like Sachin, Dravid, laxman class can’t handle the bowling attack of England is beyond my imagination. They had played much superior bowling attack with much superior condition with ease & come so far to top the test cricket & win the world cup.

What was the Plan & effect of 3-0 result….the plan was to divert major part of media attention on cricket than to Anna hazare fasting for corruption….which will ultimately hit the mindset of follower of cricket to come out less in number to support Anna Hazare…it was some how succesfull….

** All above statement is my point of view

The Number 24

Deep inside I miss this blog badly..

A year back from now I waz all alone in angul felt realy bad that night. But this time around itz happy ground, am enjoying this number 24 with ma parents bk home. ..Took half day in office….Had a great meal in the afternoon. …All credit goes to ma mom. She is best cook in the world for me  {bt I never told her tht ;)}

I want to thanx every1 who hd wished me & who didnt…u all made ma day…. 

MTV Roddies.08

Its all about living your life to the fullest.

The expression of Suchit after being voted out speaks what he had achieved in those 3 months of roddies career. He told that he had his best 3 months of his life. Where he meet new people, went to abroad, done lots of crazy task, won a bike, earned lots of money, etc.

My personal favourate was “MOHIT”….u can guess why it is…but what I believe he was the best performer of this edition….may be best of all edition…..he had done each & every task with equal enthusiasm & zeal to win the contest.  He lost because of bad politics & gender biasness. Everyone knew that it was very difficult to challenge him in task & beating him. so they always tried to vote him out but he had survived all the vote out except the last one, where others have an easy go to vote him out. As girls voted him out because of gender biasness in the final, as they wanted a girl roddies to be a winner of this edition & boys because of their jealousy voted him out.

For me mohit u r the best roddie till date.

Now talking about my own personal intrest in roddies…..this kind of shows always attracts me….with lots of crazy things in it…..where u can know what are  your real strengths & weakness are……u will be physically & mentally tested which I always wanted …. i always see my self performing those tasks & winning the immunity……hope my dream of performing those task will come soon….

Luv u all…            

The Tragedy of being 25+ in an Indian BSchool

One of my friends has got into MBA College this year and the poor soul is extremely excited about this screw up. The mean streak in me has decided to convince him that the world of Bschools is not that kind for the 25+ community coming in. So in case you are one of those, please look away, you are not going to like the reality check that is going to follow.

If you are an aspirant with heavy workex walking into a Bschool after slogging in the IT sector for years, you are most likely to have the following dreams - 

• Investment Banking or a FMCG marketing job

• Having fun in a class with more than 33% girls. (For an engineer, it is like living a dream). Some of you might even have aspirations of finding your life partner at a Bschool. 

• And most importantly – Huge packages and the future of a classy lifestyle.

On the last day of office you tell your boss and everybody around – “Fuck you IT, I will never return”. And then this is what happens to you –

• You will be nicknamed “Dada”, “Grandpa”, “buddha”, “Baba”, “Oldie” on the very first day of college. Mean freshers(like me) do it to eliminate you from the battle for the cutest female. Ignore them, you cannot help it. Get used to your nickname; it will now stick with you for a lifetime. 

• In the first 15 days of hell (known as induction), you will be harassed by some senior whom you ragged when he was your junior in graduation. He will take strong revenge for all your misdemeanors in engineering college and you will regret being a bully as a senior.

• 80% of the 33% girls you are excited about would be at least 4-5 years younger than you. They will at best treat you like ANNA (elder brother) if not uncle.

• 99.99% of the 5% girls of your age would already be committed, married or engaged. The balance 0.01% are single because of a reason. (Use your own judgment to guess why. I refrain from making any racist/sexist/biased comments on my blog)

• In the initial days, you will arrogantly smirk at the global, far from reality “gaseous viewpoints” - your stupid younger classmates have. Very soon you will realize that only such “gas” points are appreciated in the Bschool world.

• Being the most experienced and by that logic most responsible guy in the batch you will be given all the “Non CV point” responsibilities like escorting drunk guys(only guys) back from party, arranging all fun trips and then haggling with the bus driver about the route when the other irresponsible kids are having fun in the back.

• Going back to classes would be extremely difficult after 4-5 years of working. Because despite all the fun, there is a whole lot of studying that happens in classes. Unless, you are a ghissu of the highest order you will most often end up at the bottom rung in academic ladder. And this will end any hope you had of getting an I-bank shortlist.

• If you were one of those irritated by office politics and wanted to run away from it by getting into a BSchool, you are screwed. BSchool politics will put to shame, even the worst of Politicians. Every institute has its own Karunanidhi(commonly known as the “Placement Secretary”) and its DMK family. My sincere advice is to become his family’s Dayanidhi Maran in the first year itself.

• Two years is a long time, the really pretty super cute girl in the next building will be married by the time you come out of “college”. She will call you informing you about the news this way – “You know, I had a crush on you. But then my parents were forcing me to get married and you went to complete your MBA. I could not have waited for 2 years. But now I am happy. "Insert name of any guy you hate" is a nice guy. Not an MBA like you, but still I am very happy. IT engineer settled in US etc.”

• Banks and FMCG companies will conveniently ignore you because of your age. (Wait, which other companies come on campus. Don’t worry, desi group companies & IT companies would definitely give you a shortlist :-))

• You will be married or engaged months after your studies. So in effect, your bachelor life with assured monthly cash flows is effectively over the day you walk out of your current job.

• Perhaps the most damaging one – When you come out of a Bschool you will most probably end up in Mumbai (THE most expensive city in the world) with no bank balance, fresher at a job with an enormous bank loan (unless you were at FMS of course :)) to pay at the ripe old age of 27. And all this after having lived a completely fun filled life in Gurgaon, Hyderabad or Bangalore at less than half the salary packages pre MBA.
Can it get any worse???


PS: Dedicated to all my friends who went to B school as a 25 year old.
PPS: If you are a 25 something heading into a Bschool, please don’t take this article too seriously. I am just kidding. Wish you all the best for your MBA.

Get a Life!!

This was a speech made by Pulitzer Prize-winning author, Anna Quindlen at the graduation ceremony of an American university where she was awarded an Honorary PhD.

'I'm a novelist. My work is human nature. Real life is all I know. Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. You will walk out of here this afternoon with only one thing that no one else has. There will be hundreds of people out there with your same degree: there will be thousands of people doing what you want to do for a living. But you will be the only person alive who has sole custody of your life. Your particular life. Your entire life. Not just your life at a desk, or your life on a bus, or in a car, or at the computer. Not just the life of your mind, but the life of your heart. Not just your bank accounts but also your soul.

People don't talk about the soul very much anymore. It's so much easier to write a resume than to craft a spirit. But a resume is cold comfort on a winter's night, or when you're sad, or broke, or lonely, or when you've received your test results and they're not so good. Here is my resume: I am a good mother to three children. I have tried never to let my work stand in the way of being a good parent. I no longer consider myself the centre of the universe. I show up. I listen. I try to laugh. I am a good friend to my husband. I have tried to make marriage vows mean what they say. I am a good friend to my friends and they to me. Without them, there would be nothing to say to you today, because I would be a cardboard cut out. But I call them on the phone, and I meet them for lunch.

I would be rotten, at best mediocre at my job if those other things were not true. You cannot be really first rate at your work if your work is all you are. So here's what I wanted to tell you today: Get a life. A real life, not a manic pursuit of the next promotion, the bigger pay cheque, the larger house. Do you think you'd care so very much about those things if you blew an aneurysm this afternoon, or found a lump in your chest?

Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze at the seaside, a life in which you stop and watch how a red-tailed hawk circles over the water, or the way a baby scowls with concentration when she tries to pick up a sweet with her thumb and first finger. Get a life in which you are not alone. Find people you love, and who love you. And remember that love is not leisure, it is work. Pick up the phone. Send an email. Write a letter. Get a life in which you are generous. And realize that life is the best thing ever, and that you have no business taking it for granted. Care so deeply about its goodness that you want to spread it around. Take money you would have spent on beer and give it to charity. Work in a soup kitchen. Be a big brother or sister.

All of you want to do well. But if you do not do good too, then doing well will never be enough. It is so easy to waste our lives, our days, our hours, and our minutes. It is so easy to take for granted the colour of our kids' eyes, the way the melody in a symphony rises and falls and disappears and rises again.It is so easy to exist instead of to live.

I learned to live many years ago. I learned to love the journey, not the destination. I learned that it is not a dress rehearsal, and that today is the only guarantee you get. I learned to look at all the good in the world and try to give some of it back because I believed in it, completely and utterly. And I tried to do that, in part, by telling others what I had learned. By telling them this: Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the back yard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion as it ought to be lived'.