The great Indian psychotherapy - Chetan Bhagat

The great Indian psychotherapy

CHETAN BHAGAT

(TOI, 26 Sep 2010, All That Matters, Page 22)

Countless articles, books, thesis, papers and research reports have tried to answer the question, ‘what is wrong with India?’ Global experts are startled that a country of massive potential has one of the largest populations of poor people in the world. Isn’t it baffling that despite almost everyone agreeing that things should change, they don’t? Intellectuals give intelligent suggestions – from investing in infrastructure to improving the judicial system. Yet, nothing moves. Issues dating back thirty years ago, continue to plague India today. The young are often perplexed. They ask will things ever change? How? Whose fault is it that they haven’t?

Today, i will attempt to answer these tricky questions, although from a different perspective. I will not put the blame on everyone’s favorite punching bag– inept politicians. That is too easy an argument and not entirely correct. After all, we elect the politicians. So, for every MP out there, there are a few lakh people who wanted him or her there. I won’t give ‘policy’ solutions either – make power plants, improve the roads, open up the economy. It isn’t the lack of such ideas that is stalling progress. No, blocking progress is part of the unique psyche of Indians. There are three traits of our psyche, in particular, that are not good for us and our country. Each comes from three distinct sources – our school, our environment and our home.

The first trait is servility. At school, our education system hammers out our individual voices and kills our natural creativity, turning us into servile, coursematerial slaves. Indian kids are not encouraged to raise their voices in class, particularly when they disagree with the teacher. And of course, no subject teaches us imagination, creativity or innovation. Course materials are designed for no-debate kind of teaching. For example, we ask: how many states are there in India? 28. Correct. Next question –how is a country divided into states? What criteria should be used? Since these are never discussed, children never develop their own viewpoint or the faculty to think.

The second trait is our numbness to injustice. It comes from our environment. We see corruption from our childhood. Almost all of us have been asked to lie about our age to the train TC, claiming to be less than 5 years old to get a free ride. It creates a value system in the child’s brain that ‘anything goes’, so long as you can get away with it. A bit of lying here, a bit of cheating there is seen as acceptable. Hence, we all grow up slightly numb to corruption. Not even one high profile person in India is behind bars for corruption right now. This could be because, to a certain extent, we don’t really care.

The third trait is divisiveness. This often comes from our home, particularly our family and relatives, where we learn about the differences amongst people. Our religion, culture and language are revered and celebrated in our families. Other people are different – and often implied to be not as good as us. We’ve all known an aunt or uncle who, though is a good person, holds rigid bias against Muslims, Dalits or people from different communities. Even today, most of India votes on one criterion – caste. Dalits vote for Dalits, Thakurs for Thakurs and Yadavs for Yadavs. In such a scenario, why would a politician do any real work? When we choose a mobile network, do we check if Airtel and Vodafone belong to a particular caste? No, we simply choose the provider based on the best value or service. Then, why do we vote for somebody simply because he has the same caste as ours?

We need mass self-psychotherapy for the three traits listed above. When we talk of change, you and i alone can’t replace a politician, or order a road to be built. However, we can change one thing – our mindset. And collectively, this alone has the power to make the biggest difference. We have to unlearn whatever is holding us back, and definitely break the cycle so we don’t pass on these traits to the next generation. Our children should think creatively, have opinions and speak up in class. They should learn what is wrong is wrong – no matter how big or small. And they shouldn’t hate other people on the basis of their background. Let us also resolve to start working on our own minds, right now. A change in mindset changes the way people vote, which in turn changes politicians.

And change does happen. In the 80s, we had movies like “Gunda” and “Khoon Pi Jaaonga”. Today, our movies have better content. They have changed. How? It is because our expectations from films have changed. Hence, the filmmakers had to change.

If we resolve today that we will vote on the basis of performance alone, we will encourage the voices against injustice and we will place an honest but less wealthy person on a higher pedestal than a corrupt but rich person. By doing so, we would contribute to India’s progress. If everyone who read this newspaper did this, it would be enough to change voting patterns in the next election. And then, maybe, we will start moving towards a better India. Are you on board?

This is the stuff legends are made of..Worth a read..

THE GIRL WRITING AS HERSELF....

It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science. I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US... I had not thought of taking up a job in India.

One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors)... It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.

At the bottom was a small line: 'Lady Candidates need not apply.' I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.

Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers... Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful?

After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco's management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco

I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company's chairman then) I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote. 'The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives they have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.'

I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco's Pune facility at the company's expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who wanted a sari when I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.

To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco's Pimpri office for the interview.

There were six people on the panel and I realized then that this was serious business.

'This is the girl who wrote to JRD,' I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.

Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, 'I hope this is only a technical interview.'

They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them.

Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, 'Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.

I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.

I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, 'But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.'

Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.

It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw 'appro JRD'. Appro means 'our' in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him. I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, 'Jeh (that's what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.

She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.' JRD looked at me. I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).

Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he remarked. 'It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?'

'When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,' I replied. 'Now I am Sudha Murthy.' He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.

After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.

One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.

'Young lady, why are you here?' he asked. 'Office time is over.' I said, 'Sir, I'm waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.' JRD said, 'It is getting dark and there's no one in the corridor.

I'll wait with you till your husband comes.'

I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable.

I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn't any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, 'Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.'

Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, 'Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.' In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.

Gently, he said, 'So what are you doing, Mrs. Kulkarni?' (That was the way he always addressed me.) 'Sir, I am leaving Telco.'

'Where are you going?' he asked. 'Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I'm shifting to Pune.'

'Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.'

'Sir, I don't know whether we will be successful.' 'Never start with diffidence,' he advised me 'Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. Wish you all the best.'

Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive.

Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, 'It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he's not alive to see you today.'

I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn't do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.

Close to 50 per cent of the students in today's engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence. (Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.)

Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004 .

Sudha Murthy and Narayana Murthy

The Bihari Way

(Shared Note of an Anonymous blogger)

LE BALAIYA, ee ka hua?
Kahe albalaye huye hain? Etna narbhasane se kuchchho nahin hoga.
O-mi-gosh, what's this? Why are you so flustered? Such nervousness won't help matters.

The inveterate linguist may scream at such an apparent contamination of Hindi language but the average Bihari simply loves to throw all narrow parameters of grammar to the winds. For them, the funnier they are, the better their adaptability is into their inimitable lingua franca. Over the years, Biharis have invented a language, which has an unmistakable stamp of their own.

In recent times, its popularity has traveled far and wide beyond the borders of the State many screen heroes, including Amitabh Bachchan, have mouthed Bihari clichés with characteristic élan - a far cry from the days when it was thought to be an infra dig of sorts for anybody other than country bumpkins and unscrupulous politicians to perpetrate such "verbal atrocities".

All that, however, is passé now. Bihari Boli is sweeter than honey now not only in Bollywood but also on the campuses of prestigious universities and IITs across the country. Words like harbaraye, garbaraye, bargalaye, thartharaye and dhanmanaye which would have sounded Greek to outsiders earlier are being used with gay abandon by the hep youngsters there.

Sobriquets laced with double entendres like "garda", “bawaal” and “dhuan” denoting the varying degree of a girl's beauty can be heard not only in Patna University colleges but also faraway Fergusson College in Pune. Moreover, a-go, dugo, teengo and chaartho type of numerology that was a matter of disdain not long ago is being accepted even by the stiff upper-lips without any qualms. So, notes sarka do (pass on the notes),"batti buta do (put out the lights)", Principal ko harka do (bamboozle the principal), burbak kahin ka (you stupid fellow!), hum to biga gaye (I was thrown out) and Hum to huan thebe kiye the (I was very much there) are some of the expressions which have conveniently made their way into the otherwise prim-and-propah St Stephens, New Delhi. Similarly, coinages like dhakiyaye (shoved), mukiyaye (punched), and latiyaye (kicked)are the current rage. Hiyan (here),huan (there), kahe (why), enne (this way) and onne (that way) are some of other typical words, which are spoken rather nonchalantly by so-called educated lot.

One, therefore, does not get surprised if one hears tanikke for little, nimman for good, anhar for darkness and ejot for lights. For them, colloquial language need not be tied to any narrow rules. E topicwa par maatha khapane se kuchchho nahi hoga (nothing is to come out of this topic), as one wit commented. Among many characteristics of this language are its terms of endearment. Seldom does one hear people on the streets calling each other by their real names. Raju automatically becomes Rajua, Pappu turns into Pappua, Rajesh into Rajeshwa and Shatrughna at best Satrohna.

This potpourri of all Bihari dialects has also coined new terms for human anatomy which would baffle an FRCP if he were to land here straight from Edinburgh. Here gor means legs, moori is substitute to head, ongree is equivalent to finger, thor denotes lips and kapar is synonymous with forehead. This language also has more onomatopoeic words than probably any other.

Words like tapak se, gapak se, and japak se can be understood by listening to their phonetical sounds. No longer is Bihari language associated with a few howlers like eskool (school), teeshan (station)and singal (signal) only. There are certain words which carry the precise meaning but which cannot be properly substituted by any word in other languages. Machchar bhamhor liya is probably is one such example. Bhamhorna is a super word, which means the collective assault of mosquitoes to "bhamhor" you. But then, one might argue, where else do you find so many mosquitoes to bhamhor you. Similarly, routine sariyana (to arrange one books and notebooks in the schoolbag according to the class schedule), Dupatta lasiyana (when a girl's dupatta sweeps the floor as she walks unknowingly)give the exact word for which other languages will take a sentence to convey the meaning. Right from Laloo Prasad Yadav, who emerges as the best speaker of his ghar ki boli to the inimitable Shekhar Suman, everybody loves to flaunt his native command of the language. Earlier, Biharis were notorious for atrocious gender sense and shoddy pronunciation.

Now, the same traits have become the tour-de-force of their conversation. The time has certainly come to raise ekadhgo (one or two) toast to the longevity of the Bihari language.

"Teengo" cheers to that!

10 reasons to select teaching profession..

1. Student Potential
Unfortunately, not every student will succeed in your class. However, this fact should not keep you from believing that every student has the potential for success. This potential is so exciting - each New Year presents new challenges and new potential successes.

2. Student Successes
Closely related to the previous pick, student success is what drives teachers to continue. Each student who didn't understand a concept and then learned it through your help can be exhilarating. And when we actually reach that student that others have written off as being unteachable, this can truly be worth all the headaches that do come with the job.

3. Teaching a Subject Helps we Learn a Subject
we will never learn a topic better than when you start teaching it. I m feeling this now.

4. Daily Humor
If we have a positive attitude and a sense of humor, we will find things to laugh about each day. Sometimes it will be silly jokes we will make up as we teach that might get a laugh from our students. Sometimes it will be jokes that kids share with us. And sometimes students will come out with the funniest statements without realizing what they've said. Find the fun and enjoy it!

5. Affecting the Future
Yes it might be trite, but it is true. Teachers mold the future each day in class. In fact, it is a sad fact that you will see some of these students more consistently day-to-day than their parents will.

6. Staying Younger
Being around young people everyday will help us remain knowledgeable about current trends and ideas. It also helps break down barriers.

7. Autonomy in the Classroom
Once a teacher closes that door each day and begins teaching, they really are the ones who decide what's going to happen. Not many jobs provide an individual with so much room to be creative and autonomous each day.

8. Conducive to Family Life
If we have children, the school calendar will typically allow you to have the same days off as our kids. Further, we will probably be getting home close to the same time as our children.

9. Job Security
In many communities, teachers are a scarce commodity. It is fairly certain that you will be able to find a job as a teacher, though you might have to wait until the start of a new school year and be willing to travel within your county/school district. While requirements might be different from state to state, once you have proven yourself a successful teacher, it is relatively easy to move around and find a new job.

10. Summers Off
Unless you work in a district that has a year-round-education system, you will have a couple of months off in the summer where you can choose to get another job, teach summer school, or just relax and vacation. Further, you typically get two weeks off during Christmas/Winter Holidays and one week for Spring Break which can really be a huge benefit and provide much needed rest time.

Its been sometime....

Hi All,

Just now I realized that it's been some time that I scribbled some of mine own thoughts on this page. I know I have been active, giving you the latest pictures, the latest happening from this end, but not my feelings.

Life is somehow been very kind to me, in the sense I am having a dream run in every sense of word. The work to me would be described by the fact that I am loving Mondays, and every mornings its like I want to go to my office and meet people and work.

Been a dramatic journey through the training and to many's surprise landed up in the place where I was probably dreaming some years down the line. Infosys training had been a big time picnic for most of us. Now that all have finished their training in flying colors, I am sure they would agree that training@Infy was a cream of all.

Its nice to be in a place full of caring, jolly people. There is so much to learn all the time. I am simply loving it.

Just took this time as some pictures are getting uploaded on facebook as well as orkut. Hope the pictures would say the thousand words which I wasn't able to express.
Love you all, thank you so much for all the support you have given me, and I expect the same in times to come.

Wanted to mention that Sanjay Sir gave a pleasant surprise by gracing the occasion of the reception ceremony which followed after the marriage of my brother.

Will come back with more next time....

Love and regards,
Saurav

hi guys...end of training in infosys..lets see where life takes me next..now waiting for posting...
not going for convocation..u guys njy...
hav a nice time....

yahi lyf hai..

hiiii.... howz lyz.. yaha to naya experience ho raha hai...Today was my 3rd class and i was very happy....mujhe apna goal khuch najdik lag raha hai... i want to be a best teacher... jab maine 1st class liya to i was very nervous. 1st class bhi tha to asa jiska idea mujhe little bit guesssss unix... unix system jisse log bhagte hai... but mae usme bahut deep tak jana chahti hu... mujhe to yehi nahi pata chala ki 1st class me maine kya padaya just i had taken it.. ek ko to daata bhi... because he is laughing don't know why.... but asi hi experience gain hota.. aur ab to convo bhi najdik aa raha hai.... really excited... for abdul kalam... mujhe lyf me two person ko milne ya dekhne ka sapna tha one is APJ and the other is lata... ye to sapna sayad pura hone ko hai.... just waiting for 4th aug... mano lag raha hai ki clock ki suiya ghuma du jald hi wahi NERIST wapas aa jayu....
bye... enjoy..
milte hai convo me...

hello everyone..hows life...quite busy right...still please take out some time for watching the fullmoon above the trees,n some time for noticing a small flower in the bushes beside the road or to notice a bird collecting grasses for making nest..these are very irrelevant things to our job but these can give as much happiness to smile for the life n the nature we r blessed with...have a great life guys a njy everything u do....

Farewell to Rishi

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Best Khuriajam ever !!

Hi howz lyf?

Hi howz lyf?

Everyone is busy in own lyf. Even our lyf is still in college but its not like NERIST. We didn’t get so much attention like B.Tech. Things become more complicated than B.Tech… I had heard about convocation, it will be in 2^nd august really exciting. We will have one more chance to come in NERIST. To meet with frnds.. this is the last chance to reunite together in bulk amount.. so guys don’t miss this golden chance..

So time nikaliye ess busy life se aur come to again in NERIST…

Have fun.. enjoy… take care..

hi all...hows life??
must be a bit boring sometime and quite exciting sometime...
if u r excited n have many works to do then ok..but when u get a bit time to get bored then spend some time to share ur feelings about missing nerist with all of us in the blog because recently i have been missing nerist a lot...especially when i had to give a practical exam on programming and had to write programs continuously for 3.5 hrs...such things would never happen in nerist...i miss nerist...
have fun...n keep cherishing memories...

Just a passing thought !!

1 day v al wil b sitting and thinking hard about life....How it changed from simple college life to strict professional life.
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How pocket money changed to huge monthly paycheques.. But gives less happiness.
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How a few local jeans changed to new branded wardrobe... But less occasions to use them.
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How a single plate of samosa changed to a full pizza... But hunger is less.
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How a bike always in reserve, changed to a car always on, ...But less places to go.
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How a tea by roadside change to CCD, Barista... But it feels as if the shop is far away
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How a general class journey changed to flight journey.But less vacations for enjoyment.And many more
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May be this is the truth of journey called "LIFE".dedicated to all my friends who lost in their own life. .

Everyday:- Life in every way !!

Almost missed the birthday celebration of one of my most special friends of recent times. 16 th March, Paro.

Thanks to Poly.

Thank god it was a holiday, a perfectly timed south indian festival. Just when it seemed that India is no longer a country of festivals and holidays for the corporate world, 'Ugadhi' as celebrated in Andhra and Karnataka, and 'Gudi Padwa' as in Maharastra came to rescue.

Correct my geography if i am wrong, guys.

So, woke up late with a cancelled plan of picnic, due to lack of enthusiasm from the majority of our group. Plan finally changed to a shopping visit to Mysore city. To tell you frankly i had no idea about the speciality of the day as i was buzzed by Poly with this information.

The plan of visit to city was overridden by a heavy lunch at the famous dhaba 'Jai Mata Di' just outside infy campus. Oh sorry, it was the other one, a bit less famous, but a lot better food and much hot environment.

Cake was ordered, public informed, obviously Paro had no clue about this on her otherwise boring day (as she admitted after that).

No wild celebrations, but a decent one, and not to forget the part of Abhishek, who made all of us laugh to our fullest. I realised that i haven't laughed so much in a long time.
There was Abhishek, Debi, Prantar, Rishi, Arijit, Payal, Nitul, Ismail(my infy colleague), myself and ofcourse the birthday girl Paro.
We had a nice time.

And them i realised something, how i took most of my very very special persons in my life so casually. In other words, took them for granted. I always had a very distinct nature of doing things in a very animated way and on a grand scale. I love grand celebrations, normal things are for everyone, not for me. I dont remember celebrating Arun's Birthday or Shakti's B day in any memorable way.

Yup, i remember one. But that is something i have been advised to keep mum on matters related to that person.

I shared this with Paro, with Shakti, with Arun. And i said sorry. I know that to my capacity i could have made this day memorable which i wanted but couldn't do so in this case.

Guys, i haven't lost faith and i an determined to make ammends for such mistakes and for a start, chatted with Mom for over 30 minutes(might seem very natural to most of you (not to those who know me), but this duration crosses the cumulative sum of the duration i had over phone with her since coming here). And i can feel the difference within myself and more importantly inside my mom.

Life everyday has to teach so much, 3 days and i can now design my own web page and with sufficient functionality, but that's not what i meant here. There are so many things happening all around us, teaching us new ways of living life, new ways of looking at life.


Off oh ! Saala bahut philosophy ho gaya ! Hamesha kh tarah !!

Bear with of guys, and share your part of stories.:-) i am sure you would be having so many things to share.

With lots and lots of love,
saurav.

More picnic pictures !!

Enjoy some pictures of the picnic, for details refer to older blogs...

Hey all !

Just a few pics, i know the resolution is not good,

Programming on a HOLIday !

Program 1.

#include
#include
void main()
{
int colour;
clrscr()
if (date==1)
printf("hapy holi");
else
printf("advance hpy holi")
getch( )
}

Cmpilatn Error(2).

1.Undefined variable 'date'.
2.Holi does nt exist at infosys.

Program 2.

#include
#include
#include
void main()
{
int colour;
int date;
clrscr()
if (date==1)
printf("hapy holi");
else
{
printf("advance hpy holi");
}
printf("wish you all a very happy Holi");
getch( );
}


Regards,
saurav.

Falling in love with the game again

The affair with my first love sparked once again on the valentine's day this year.

Cricket at its best. Number one team fighting against the number two. Passion and skills equally matched.

In my view, today's victory over the South Africa would be recorded as one of the greatest ever test victories of not only the Indian National Team but also in the cricketing history. Obviously the victory on the same venue against the Aussies was much above this one but , the fact remains the same that this would go very far in the minds of cricket freaks all across the country.
The importance increases all the more because of the impending danger of the extiction of the support for this form of the game. The crowd at the eden were the real winners, for their enthusiasm proved to be one of the decisive factors of the match.
One more important point that i think made this occasion special, and that being the need of such a performance from our national team to keep the interest of our generation into the game. With age and maturity we tend to loose focus over such seemingly trivial matters such as sports and our interest dies down. Being a big cricket fan myself, i was beginning to feel the pinch of keeping up the support to a cricketing nation whose wins seems to be luck by chance, but thats all history now.

For those who follow the game, the way South Africa executed their plans at Nagpur was mind blowing. Indians were completely taken aback. The crown of being the numero uno was at stake and yet they played into their hands like a novice. But the real character of the game became evident from the comeback at the Mecca of Indian cricket that is eden.

Congratulations to the Indian Cricket Team for such a wonderful feat, and to all cricket lovers across the globe for such an absorbing game.

An evening to remember !!

Spent an evening with children at Karunya Mane, a shelter cum orphanage at Mysore, courtesy SOFTEN (Social Forum To Enable Needy,INFOSYS).

I went to a nearby worship place the other Sunday and i can relate to the calmness i had on both these occasions.
The children were so innocent, so sweet and the language was never a barrier between us as i was speculating. The place is being kept up by a foreigner and she is doing a good job.
As i signed on the register as a 'volunteer' behind 3 other Infosions, i had a very little idea of what to expect once inside. But they never seemed like strangers to me, or rather me to them. Believe me you don't need language translators to talk to them, to understand what they meant. So much of mathematics questions, with which it started but as i sat on floor with them they were all over me. I sketched some of the funniest drawings i ever did, some matched to the standards of being recognizable. The mountains and the rivers and the balls and the fishes the ducks and houses, i was a M.F.Hussain in making...

As a child how everything seems to be so simple, how a child acts to get attention or to get what they want. I have read about this so many times, was very small to observe my own, but to see it happening so closely was a marvellous feat.

Mind you, don't interpret from my blog posts that life here is a cake walk. Nope. Its nowhere even close to it. Its a tough nut to crack, but moments like this are very rejuvenating. Of course for others stay tuned to my posts here.
But to feel for some who are not as fortunate as ourselves, who have issues sorting out methods to manage a meal, i owe this to INFOSYS TECHNOLOGIES LIMITED for this opportunity to walk the talk i used to do.

Some names i remember were Lata, tanmoy, arvinda, ... And i am looking forward to meet them again.


Status : peaceful

IF

IF

Rudyard Kipling


IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Once again go into the flashback and cherish those memorable days.

*(COLLEGE KE DIN)*

*1. On being Late:**

"Kab shuru hui class?"

"Attendance ho gayi kya??"

"Kal raat der tak gappe marte rahe yaar"

"Aab nind nahi khuli to mein kya karu......... bolna ....... kal kya
padaya tha isne"

"Ek page de na.......... abey pen bhi to de, nahi to kisse
likhunga......."

" koi subah kaise aa sakta hai........"

"wo bhi iss class ke liye "*





*2. During the lecture:**

"Yesss!!!! Sirrr.......The answer is

........huuuummmmm.......aaaaaaaa............."

"No sir.....I know the answer ......sir...."

"Saala apne aapko Newton samajta hai"

"Abe lecture ko maar goli..... Anjali kya lag rahi hai aaj........"

"Uski tshirt pe kya likha hai dekh"

"Uske bagal mein nahi baith sakta tha kya.......gadha......."

"Kya bore kar raha hai. Bola tha canteen chalte hain .."

"Heads, we go canteen , Tails, we go now!!!"*



*3. Lab:**

"Expt. 2 likha??"

"last time tu aaya the kya?""

"Karna kya hai??"

"Yeh bhai.....merko pata hota to tere pass kyon aata........"

"Areee tu to bura maan gaya .......chal dikha na.....bhau kyo kata
hai...."



**

4. Sessionals Test:**

"sessionals test???? ......Aree yaar...... "

"Kya....... abe unit test mein itna sara topic hai to final mein kya
hoga...."

"Oye Chashmish kaha hai......uska roll number mere baad hai.......wo nahi
aaya to mein pakka fail...."

After test......

"yaar pada tha....recall nahi kar paya.......chhod na ....... Canteen
chalega..." SAHI !!



**

5. For attendance**

"I was in the class, attendence bolna bhool gaya "

"Oye usko thoda khush kar list se tera naam hata dega........"

"Bola tha proxy regularly maar........ Saale tera class karne ka kya
faida hua....."

**

6. Late submission of assignments:**

" Maine us ko bola thaa ki copy karke mera assgnment bhi saath mein
submit kar dena"

"Ab mein kya karu usne mereko bole bina hi submit kar diya........"

"They should allow XEROX........sala system hi kharab hai "

**

7 . After exam:**

"Yeh bhi syllabus mein thaa kya? Shitt..."

"kya bol raha hai yaar..aise karna tha kya"

"1st mein 3 marks.....2nd mein 0.......3rd mein 2.......
Gaya..........fail pakka......."

"Yaar notice lagte hi hata dena........wo kya soochegi mera marks dekh
kar......"

**

8 . VIVA (b4 exam):**

"Submission ab tak hua nahi hai , VIVA kya ghanta doonga"

"Aeee.......Akash.....terese kya kya poocha....mood kaisa hai.."

"External ke ghar mein bacche nahi hai kya......."

"Dekh Boss!! external bhi aadmi hai. Usko pata hai students ki ab tak
preparation nahi hui hai"

**

9 . Submission:**

"Ye bhi chhapna hai kya?"

"kaat kaat ke likh le...kaon padhta hai"

"Iska bhi print-out lena hai kya?"

"Jai ho computer baba ki......jai ho Ctrl C - Ctrl V ki......."

"Tujhe Sir ka sign aata hai kya?"



**

10 .Copying Assignments:**

"Ye tune kya likha hai????"

(The best one)

"Jo word samajh mein aa raha hai woh likh, jo nahi samajh mein aa raha
hai uska drawing nikal"

"Phir bhi, kuch to idea hoga??"

" Maine uska likha hai, mera assignment check ho gaya, tu bhi wohi kar."

"Koi hint........"

"Are baba ghaseet de........na tu samjega na wo........"

**

12. Exam:**

"Jo (mujhe) aata hai, woh (paper mein)aata nahi hai; jo nahi aata hai
woh NAHI aata hai" ..VERY VERY TRUE !!

"ye question 2 saal se nahi poochha hai yaar....to ab kya poochenge"

"ye last time hi poochha thaa......is baar nahi aana chahiye"

"tere paas is ke notes hai??"

"Neend aa rahi mujhe to...thodi der so jata hoo..utha diyo pakka"

"woh chapter... mark weightage 6 marks... (facial ex-pressions speaks
the story)"

"nahi samjha to rat le" - PERFECT ONE

"Iss paper mein roll number ke kya order hai........"

"Ek aur din ka gap de dete to kya 3rd World War ho jata tha kya........."
I AGREE !! !!*



*This one is dedicated to all my friends:


"bas ek bar wapas lautne ka man karta hai

Aaj har wo din jeene ko man karta hai.

kuch buri batein jo ab acchi lagti hain

kuch batein jo kal ki hi batein lagti hain.

abki baar class attend karne ka man karta hai

Dopahar ki class mein aakhein band karne ko man karta hai.

Doston ke room ki wo baatein yaad aati hai

exam ke time pe wo hasi mazak yaad aati hai,

college ke paas Jaggi ka dhabe ki yaad aati hai

tab ki bekar lagne wali photos chehre pe hasi laati hai.

Apni galtiyon pe tumse daat khana yaad aata hai.

Par tumhari galti dekhne ka ab bhi mann karta hai.

Ek aisi subah uthne ka mann karta hai

bas ek bar wapas lautne ka man karta hai.

bas ek bar aur

wapas lautne ka man karta hai."*