Well i have been taught from the childhood that the mother earth and all living beings are created by God. If it's true, then why didn't he create a happy and perfect world? Why did he create inequalities among human beings. I'm not talking about the synthetic inequalities born out of religion, caste, gender, money, color, etc. I'm talking about the inequality born due to each person's different share of joys and sorrow. Why not all people are happy? i look around and all i see is sufferings. The poor starve, peasants die, army men are killed, physically challenged people continue to fight and women are still assaulted. Think of a mentally retarded child; she is blissfully unaware of this world around her but her parents have to toil so hard to bring her up.and to take care of her. And this goes not for 15 or 20 years, it goes on till their last breath. Now dare i ask that what was their fault that they're deprived of a simple joy of seeing their ward leading an independent life and taking care of them in their old age. Why defense people who're the poster boys of selfless service to the society are brutally killed in Maoist infested jungles? Why their family have to fight to make two ends meet? Why do farmers have to commit suicide due to shortage of electricity when huge amount of kilowatts are being wasted in IT companies daily?
This plight can be mitigated to a large extent by the rich and powerful clan of the society. Imagine top 1000 rich people of India donating their 1% wealth to a consortium dedicated for the upliftment of deprived people. This platform will be an excellent tool which would have two pronged benefits:
1. The moolah collected would be in billions. So it would be used in the betterment of society.
2. Huge human resource would be required to implement these plans of development. It would generate a lot of employment. Which would further multiply the above stated benefit
So if this plan is so efficient then what is the road block?
The unwillingness and reluctance of (most)rich people in giving back to the society. They are most interested in devoting jewels, crowns and other gifts worth millions to their deity. And it seems the deity also gets flattered by these lavish gifts. That is why the rich are becoming richer. Now, if the God were really there and if He were truly sagacious then He would have punished these rich people in some way. Otherwise, how these selfish rich bastards would realize the importance of basic needs in life - Roti, kapda aur makaan. People might say that this feeling comes from inside or you've to be a miracle yourself and blah blah...but the stark truth of the moment is that these rich people are hibernating in their realms of luxury. They need to be jolted from their slumber else the society shall fall. An imminent awakening must happen...NOW.
The parting shot (Thanks to Kavi Dushyant) -
Ho gayi hai peer parvat si pighalni chaahiye
Is Himalay se koi Ganga nikalni chaahiye
Aaj ye deewaar pardo ki tarah hilne lagi
Shart lekin thi ke ye buniyaad hilni chaahiye
Har sadak par har gali mein har nagar har gaanv mein
Haath lahraate huye har laash chalni chaahiye
Sirf hungaama khada karna mera maksad nahi
Saari koshish hai ke ye soorat badalni chaahiye
Mere seene mein nahi to tere seene mein sahi
Ho kahin bhi aag lekin aag jalni chaahiye
Friday, April 16, 2010
my First Poem :)
i ain't creative enough to write poems for you,
but what the hell, at least i can try it out for you,
i m not close enough to wrap my arms around you,
but even if i m close, i will not try to impound you,
today i can make a promise while i m away,
i'll be with you even when your hair turn grey,
all men offer their princess precious diamond rings,
but i can give you a splendid pair of wings
go on my canary, fly as higher as you can,
but return to our nest when it does rain
but what the hell, at least i can try it out for you,
i m not close enough to wrap my arms around you,
but even if i m close, i will not try to impound you,
today i can make a promise while i m away,
i'll be with you even when your hair turn grey,
all men offer their princess precious diamond rings,
but i can give you a splendid pair of wings
go on my canary, fly as higher as you can,
but return to our nest when it does rain
love n deceit...
It seemed you were mine,
everything was going just fine...
it was the only wish till my death...
to love u more with each passing breath...
i was dazzled...lost in your love's trance...
But the almighty had some other plans...
He showed me ur reflection in the mirror,
filled with sheer lies, deceit and horror...
everything was going just fine...
it was the only wish till my death...
to love u more with each passing breath...
i was dazzled...lost in your love's trance...
But the almighty had some other plans...
He showed me ur reflection in the mirror,
filled with sheer lies, deceit and horror...
The darker side of mortals…
I was wondering about Amitabh’s decision to become the brand ambassador of Gujarat. Of course it’s his personal decision. But then a thought crossed my mind that did he ever think about the Gujarat riots before taking this job? Did he see Parzania/Firaaq at least?
Sadly this piece of news had opened a Pandora’s Box in my cerebrum. Gory scenes of riots began to play in front of my eyes. People getting brutally ripped open with swords, truckloads of corpses, females of any age getting assaulted, their most tender parts being cut with naked knives.
One of the hooligans gave an interview on TV. He said that he had cut opened a pregnant woman’s womb and then destroyed the embryo. Then he swung his blood-thirsty-sword triumphantly in the air and felt like Maharana Pratap. He did it because he was ordered to kill.
Were all these people instructed that how they had to kill or how to rape? No.
They were just asked to kill and assault people.
So the Qs arises that why did they kill those people in the most unrighteous manner?
Who taught them or provoked them to commit the most sinful crimes in human history?
Worse, why they didn’t have even an iota of remorse for their heinous actions?
I think we all have demons inside us. The darker side. Unconsciously we all want to commit such crimes. We all have the outlines of such repulsive behavior coded deep down in our psyche. But then why only few people exhibit it? It can not be a sudden transition. Yes it is a gradual process. Your parents, teachers, education, society, upbringing and personal experiences can nourish your either side. When these hooligans with stronger dark side were given power and freedom, they turned into full fledged monsters. They bathed in blood without even flinching.
This incident will have a snowball effect. Because even years of torture and negligence can create a monster. What do you think will happen to the orphaned and homeless kids? Their homes were destroyed in front of them. For them love will cease to act. Anger and loathe will become their constant companion. They’ll believe in their darker side only. And one day they’ll bathe in blood too.
Sadly this piece of news had opened a Pandora’s Box in my cerebrum. Gory scenes of riots began to play in front of my eyes. People getting brutally ripped open with swords, truckloads of corpses, females of any age getting assaulted, their most tender parts being cut with naked knives.
One of the hooligans gave an interview on TV. He said that he had cut opened a pregnant woman’s womb and then destroyed the embryo. Then he swung his blood-thirsty-sword triumphantly in the air and felt like Maharana Pratap. He did it because he was ordered to kill.
Were all these people instructed that how they had to kill or how to rape? No.
They were just asked to kill and assault people.
So the Qs arises that why did they kill those people in the most unrighteous manner?
Who taught them or provoked them to commit the most sinful crimes in human history?
Worse, why they didn’t have even an iota of remorse for their heinous actions?
I think we all have demons inside us. The darker side. Unconsciously we all want to commit such crimes. We all have the outlines of such repulsive behavior coded deep down in our psyche. But then why only few people exhibit it? It can not be a sudden transition. Yes it is a gradual process. Your parents, teachers, education, society, upbringing and personal experiences can nourish your either side. When these hooligans with stronger dark side were given power and freedom, they turned into full fledged monsters. They bathed in blood without even flinching.
This incident will have a snowball effect. Because even years of torture and negligence can create a monster. What do you think will happen to the orphaned and homeless kids? Their homes were destroyed in front of them. For them love will cease to act. Anger and loathe will become their constant companion. They’ll believe in their darker side only. And one day they’ll bathe in blood too.
A love story...
(Tried to write a short story)
A beautiful girl and a humble boy met. Both were from middle class families. For the first time, they discovered the heady mixture of youth and freedom, spiced up with their own nickels. They spent time together, blissfully oblivious to the fact that how hours were melting into seconds. They crossed roads holding each other’s hands, never losing the grip. The fairer sex felt secure in the warmth of his hands. A strong yet a gentle hold. Reminiscing when she held his father’s hand and took her first step. She felt safe, again. Because she knew that he’d protect her from every peril in life. The boy was awfully conscious of his persona. A classic case of no confidence and timidity. But the girl was egregious and too cute. She talked to him adorably. Soon he found his inhibitions evaporating in the fragrance of her lovely hair. He could see himself to be priceless in her beautiful kohl lined eyes. He became himself for the first time in front of a female species after his mother. He too felt safe, again. Because he could live freely now without pretending to be somebody else.
She had lived for him all this while, but now she wished to follow her heart. Then one day she left him to pursue her dreams. Still they talked for several hours and messengers had to overwork. Soon she got engrossed and mesmerized in her new world. Messengers could relax now. Still they were happy. They knew that their love was unshakable. Soon she began to spend more and more hours with her new friends. Everybody wanted to talk to her as she was the only angel there. He smiled and said in his heart, “Live your life with freedom…I trust you”. She heard it because she was always in his heart. She chuckled as she had made the right choice in life. She became even more mired in work. He began to spend sleepless nights dying to listen to her voice. Hoping to listen to her angel talking…but he heard a demon. Demon whispered that the angel was not sitting on his shoulder anymore. He thought his angel was flying far-far away. Somehow he knew his angel is not going anywhere but still he doubted her. He wondered why angel talks to everyone but him. And he doubted her again. Angel thought, he is in my heart, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t talk to him often. After all he is my dearest love and he understands me. But he longed for her mellifluous voice badly. As it was his only solace. So he desperately coerced her to talk to him. He became savage and hurt her. She felt sad. She choked and couldn’t speak. He became more ferocious and hurt her more. She couldn’t even breathe. She cried…and requested him to stop. He did stop but only after leashing the angel. She turned pale and looked at him. He had transformed into a demon. She broke her leash with all her might and flew away, never to comeback. She was bruised and bleeding profusely. He saw her helplessly. After all, he had strangled his own relationship with his bare hands. He had hurt God’s most tender angel. He cried a river and saw his own reflection in it. He got scared and ashamed. He mustered courage and fought the demons. But he was hurt too in this ordeal. All his strength had waned. He could still hear angel’s voice echoing, “I forgive you but I’ll come back only when you become the same as you were when I liked you.” He couldn’t forgive himself for his deeds. He carried the anguish in his heart which had turned crimson with angel’s blood. He set out to rediscover himself and in search of redemption.
A beautiful girl and a humble boy met. Both were from middle class families. For the first time, they discovered the heady mixture of youth and freedom, spiced up with their own nickels. They spent time together, blissfully oblivious to the fact that how hours were melting into seconds. They crossed roads holding each other’s hands, never losing the grip. The fairer sex felt secure in the warmth of his hands. A strong yet a gentle hold. Reminiscing when she held his father’s hand and took her first step. She felt safe, again. Because she knew that he’d protect her from every peril in life. The boy was awfully conscious of his persona. A classic case of no confidence and timidity. But the girl was egregious and too cute. She talked to him adorably. Soon he found his inhibitions evaporating in the fragrance of her lovely hair. He could see himself to be priceless in her beautiful kohl lined eyes. He became himself for the first time in front of a female species after his mother. He too felt safe, again. Because he could live freely now without pretending to be somebody else.
She had lived for him all this while, but now she wished to follow her heart. Then one day she left him to pursue her dreams. Still they talked for several hours and messengers had to overwork. Soon she got engrossed and mesmerized in her new world. Messengers could relax now. Still they were happy. They knew that their love was unshakable. Soon she began to spend more and more hours with her new friends. Everybody wanted to talk to her as she was the only angel there. He smiled and said in his heart, “Live your life with freedom…I trust you”. She heard it because she was always in his heart. She chuckled as she had made the right choice in life. She became even more mired in work. He began to spend sleepless nights dying to listen to her voice. Hoping to listen to her angel talking…but he heard a demon. Demon whispered that the angel was not sitting on his shoulder anymore. He thought his angel was flying far-far away. Somehow he knew his angel is not going anywhere but still he doubted her. He wondered why angel talks to everyone but him. And he doubted her again. Angel thought, he is in my heart, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t talk to him often. After all he is my dearest love and he understands me. But he longed for her mellifluous voice badly. As it was his only solace. So he desperately coerced her to talk to him. He became savage and hurt her. She felt sad. She choked and couldn’t speak. He became more ferocious and hurt her more. She couldn’t even breathe. She cried…and requested him to stop. He did stop but only after leashing the angel. She turned pale and looked at him. He had transformed into a demon. She broke her leash with all her might and flew away, never to comeback. She was bruised and bleeding profusely. He saw her helplessly. After all, he had strangled his own relationship with his bare hands. He had hurt God’s most tender angel. He cried a river and saw his own reflection in it. He got scared and ashamed. He mustered courage and fought the demons. But he was hurt too in this ordeal. All his strength had waned. He could still hear angel’s voice echoing, “I forgive you but I’ll come back only when you become the same as you were when I liked you.” He couldn’t forgive himself for his deeds. He carried the anguish in his heart which had turned crimson with angel’s blood. He set out to rediscover himself and in search of redemption.
why do we live???
(wrote it when i was in deep depression...a bit offensive...sorry)
We take birth...we eat...we shit...and we re-eat...our parents and sibling give us love.....we feel special for few days...we try to become educated (but the sole purpose of education is success and nothing else)...we try to be successful(some fail and some win)...we meet some girl....we feel special for a few more days...we fuck...we produce some more miserable replicas....we try to earn more so that they can become successful...we become old, weak and neglected...we die....
We take birth...we eat...we shit...and we re-eat...our parents and sibling give us love.....we feel special for few days...we try to become educated (but the sole purpose of education is success and nothing else)...we try to be successful(some fail and some win)...we meet some girl....we feel special for a few more days...we fuck...we produce some more miserable replicas....we try to earn more so that they can become successful...we become old, weak and neglected...we die....
Book Review of Managing Expectations
Happened to read a book called Managing Expectations recently. Talks abt client facing skills and stuff. A very good book.
Was invited to review the book in my organization. Here it goes...
Do you wish that you had a tool/tested approach/cookbook/detailed guide(or all of these) to tackle the ever changing expectations of the client without sacrificing your peace of mind?
If yes…then read on…
Let’s understand one thing that we all deal with clients daily in our workplace.
The clients may be:
1. External(dealt by people like consultants)
2. Internal(like Testing team dealing with developres and vice-versa).
When the interaction happens(like a meeting, conference, telecon, email, etc.), both the parties have some stated and unstated goals which they want to achieve via this interaction. But this may be hampered by their expectations and which often results in disputes, escalations, broken hearts and bleeding bruises(ok…not this)
What are Expectations: To look forward to the probable occurrence of something / To hope for something.
Now these expectations are born in client’s mind because:
1. of their lifelong beliefs
2. past experience
3. you promised them something (which may/may not be part of stated SLA)
4. of their work culture
5. of their goals, vision and priorities
6. Innumerable other factors
Words like hope, look-forward-to and innumerable-other-factors should be enough for you to hit the panic button because they would include complex human behavior and psychology.
BUT I’ve a solution….Managing Expectations – the book.
This book tells us how to tackle expectations from client which may be fair and even unfair sometimes. The author not only helps the readers to understand the client’s psyche but also offers solutions (in form of dialogs). These dialogs can be treated as hints to the solution or even can be molded to one’s needs for practical use. This book is particularly relevant to IT Services industry. It would take you through the thought process of the clients and vendors with the help of funny(yet impactful) incidents.
Time to learn through other’s mistakes :)
Few of the goodies are:
- Avoiding conflicting messages. Avoiding false promises
- What you say/write/promise vs. what you do
- Using jargon with care
- becoming active listener
- Information gathering
- Help customer’s to describe their needs, do some proactive research on them
- involve the client from first phase to the last of project
- step into client’s shoes and understand their context
- propose them many solutions and then work it out with them to find the best one
- build rapport with them.
- How to say no, etc.
I’ve felt some improvements in me after reading this book. This book doesn’t come with a tag like “become an expert before you blink” or it is not a silver bullet. We need to understand that mastering this art is a gradual process which will ripe only when we’ll invest some time and conscious efforts into it.
Happy Reading…
Was invited to review the book in my organization. Here it goes...
Do you wish that you had a tool/tested approach/cookbook/detailed guide(or all of these) to tackle the ever changing expectations of the client without sacrificing your peace of mind?
If yes…then read on…
Let’s understand one thing that we all deal with clients daily in our workplace.
The clients may be:
1. External(dealt by people like consultants)
2. Internal(like Testing team dealing with developres and vice-versa).
When the interaction happens(like a meeting, conference, telecon, email, etc.), both the parties have some stated and unstated goals which they want to achieve via this interaction. But this may be hampered by their expectations and which often results in disputes, escalations, broken hearts and bleeding bruises(ok…not this)
What are Expectations: To look forward to the probable occurrence of something / To hope for something.
Now these expectations are born in client’s mind because:
1. of their lifelong beliefs
2. past experience
3. you promised them something (which may/may not be part of stated SLA)
4. of their work culture
5. of their goals, vision and priorities
6. Innumerable other factors
Words like hope, look-forward-to and innumerable-other-factors should be enough for you to hit the panic button because they would include complex human behavior and psychology.
BUT I’ve a solution….Managing Expectations – the book.
This book tells us how to tackle expectations from client which may be fair and even unfair sometimes. The author not only helps the readers to understand the client’s psyche but also offers solutions (in form of dialogs). These dialogs can be treated as hints to the solution or even can be molded to one’s needs for practical use. This book is particularly relevant to IT Services industry. It would take you through the thought process of the clients and vendors with the help of funny(yet impactful) incidents.
Time to learn through other’s mistakes :)
Few of the goodies are:
- Avoiding conflicting messages. Avoiding false promises
- What you say/write/promise vs. what you do
- Using jargon with care
- becoming active listener
- Information gathering
- Help customer’s to describe their needs, do some proactive research on them
- involve the client from first phase to the last of project
- step into client’s shoes and understand their context
- propose them many solutions and then work it out with them to find the best one
- build rapport with them.
- How to say no, etc.
I’ve felt some improvements in me after reading this book. This book doesn’t come with a tag like “become an expert before you blink” or it is not a silver bullet. We need to understand that mastering this art is a gradual process which will ripe only when we’ll invest some time and conscious efforts into it.
Happy Reading…
Ennui or loneliness....
(wrote this piece when i was in usa, and felt very lonely)
Dated - Thursday, February 7, 2008
For last many days, probably months I was pondering over the thought that I should write....which slowly morphed into I would write. I thought that writing is done when you feel hyper activated or hyper sensitive. But it proved to be antithetical to my long held perception. Today I was feeling stale and bored. Tried all the medications: watched news, surfed bollywood sites and every thing which interests me but to no avail. Suddenly this 'in mode' thought of writing blogs crossed my mind. I'm not being critical to writing blogs. But I was being too lazy to exercise my mind. I can find volumes of insane excuses effortlessly when I do not want to do anything. After a long tussle between my active mind and sterile mind, I decided to write my maiden blog.
So ladies and gents....plz welcome the new kid on the blogging block. :D
I love reading blogs. I love the fact that even after the invention of umpteen number of mind boggling communication devices, humans tend to express their most tender feelings through words.
wait.......................
I'm rambling off the topic of my blog....
so I'll revert to the original idea...ennui or loneliness...(actually when I started this blog i was feeling turgid but now I am feeling relieved).
back to the topic......
I sometimes feel that loneliness and blandness should be declared as synonyms. Loneliness is a very relative word. In broader terms it says that "you are unhappy because you are not with other people (from cambridge dictionary)". But then I think who are these people...colleagues, roomies, friends, extended family or the loved ones. I guess it's loved ones. Because you can feel upbeat with colleagues, roomies, etc. for few moments but surely not when the hourhand starts ticking. Yeah, I miss my loved ones. I do. Spending time with them is the panacea for me. Ennui is trying to hold me again in her strong arms...what should I do? Simple...stop thinking about her(ennui). So I drop my pen(actually laptop) :)
Phew.....I've written a lot today. Someday I'll share my blog with my loved ones.
Till then it's a lonely journey.....
Dated - Thursday, February 7, 2008
For last many days, probably months I was pondering over the thought that I should write....which slowly morphed into I would write. I thought that writing is done when you feel hyper activated or hyper sensitive. But it proved to be antithetical to my long held perception. Today I was feeling stale and bored. Tried all the medications: watched news, surfed bollywood sites and every thing which interests me but to no avail. Suddenly this 'in mode' thought of writing blogs crossed my mind. I'm not being critical to writing blogs. But I was being too lazy to exercise my mind. I can find volumes of insane excuses effortlessly when I do not want to do anything. After a long tussle between my active mind and sterile mind, I decided to write my maiden blog.
So ladies and gents....plz welcome the new kid on the blogging block. :D
I love reading blogs. I love the fact that even after the invention of umpteen number of mind boggling communication devices, humans tend to express their most tender feelings through words.
wait.......................
I'm rambling off the topic of my blog....
so I'll revert to the original idea...ennui or loneliness...(actually when I started this blog i was feeling turgid but now I am feeling relieved).
back to the topic......
I sometimes feel that loneliness and blandness should be declared as synonyms. Loneliness is a very relative word. In broader terms it says that "you are unhappy because you are not with other people (from cambridge dictionary)". But then I think who are these people...colleagues, roomies, friends, extended family or the loved ones. I guess it's loved ones. Because you can feel upbeat with colleagues, roomies, etc. for few moments but surely not when the hourhand starts ticking. Yeah, I miss my loved ones. I do. Spending time with them is the panacea for me. Ennui is trying to hold me again in her strong arms...what should I do? Simple...stop thinking about her(ennui). So I drop my pen(actually laptop) :)
Phew.....I've written a lot today. Someday I'll share my blog with my loved ones.
Till then it's a lonely journey.....
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