And it all boils down to this....

All of us are not born with a silver spoon in our mouth. Not all that we desire in our childhood becomes a reality. A promise is made to change the course of ones life. Years of education and constant learning paves a path for a bright and prosperous future. Good school, reputed college, premier B-schools are all small steps towards the "bigger goal". But at the end of the day, it all boils down to only one thing, "20-30 mins of PI."

Sometimes am perplexed thinking how lives are changed by giving stupid answers to even more stupid questions. Why this,why that...dude why dont you ask something substantial! Why dont you ask questions whose answers wont be prepared. But rules are made and who am I to challenge it.

The aura is captivating too. Laughter and shriek can all be heard at once. By shriek I mean the "cry of belts:":p.. Names are announced, few faces glitter, others run to hide their tears. But RESPECT to my friends who forget everything and come back for the battle the very next day.

The last few days have showed me sides of faces which I never apprehended. Am happy to be around people who believe that happy we can only be when all are placed. Handful companies in campus, many more to go. 

                          " Picture abhi baaki hain mere bhaiyon!"

Getting lost...

Have always loved to believe that am a simple man keeping things simple in life...what do i mean by keeping things simple in life, doing what my heart wants, avoid trying to say or do stuff to please others, give love and respect to all w/o any expectations and being nice to all.

This was me in Calcutta and then Delhi had its way. I dont blame the city nor do i blame anyone else, but I had lost my way or am still losing it. The so called corporate life has compelled me to put up a mask which is suffocating at times. Such are its powers that I had even linked my blog url to my linkedin id... But then I saw a movie,"The Bucket List", and i realized what am I doing. And yes i have been influenced by a movie, so what!!! The blog is and alwaz will be my inner reflection..

To be a cold, pragmatic man was never on my bucket list. My bucket list has stuffs which are far more imp. than being a top shot CEO one day. May be this is the wake up call I reqd and its great that it has come now, only days before the final placements.

My motto is not " work hard, party harder", "Live and let others live" is very close to my heart!!!

Expect the unexepected..

I had joined D Skul with lots of expectations. One of those was to have great faculty adding immense value to my knowledge base. This dream was shattered in the very first Sem. Thus as i made my way to a T&D class in Sem 3, I had packed myself with all the reading material reqd to survive a mundane 1 hr 50 mins. The reputation of the faculty didn't help much.He was know to describe a single slide for 40 odd mins.

As i made my way to class, 30 mins late as usual, i was informed in JP that Varun has obliged us with his presence today ( assured fun). i walked in and took my place next to him. Paying no heeds to what was being taught, i resumed reading "stay hungry stay foolish." I could hear now and then words like "interpersonal skills" and "role play" being thrown here and there, but i was very sure that they would be out of context and hence didn't bother myself much with it.

Luckily or unluckily, i had the faculty exclaiming" if you dont have good interpersonal skills, you will fail.." and then i saw the bugger, Varun on my right raising his hand. I was sure he is now gona take the faculty's "case" but what happened next was something i could never have thought about.

Varun as usual challenged the notion citing examples of Dreamworks and GE. The faculty got flabbergasted and the rest of the class joined in. Sir went about trying to explain that HR is a social science and nothing is fixed in it. Its all related. He got super agitated and the entire class started having fun. The phrase" interpersonal skills" was thrown about as if it was some clothing material in a relief camp. Varun relentless in his pursuit, made Sir finally exclaim," bhawnao ko samjho, sabdo me na jao"

  
There came a time when Sir and Varun got introduced as boxers taking part in a bout :) The conversation then drifted to the present condition of the education system and organizational politics where each one tries to bring down another. and this is a point I thought that," this man is actually making some sense for a change!"

Then we had himanshu's input that every battle and fight is caused because of "jameen, jayadadh or jodu.."  the conversation made rounds about Mahabharat and cases behind the epic war. How basic are facts in life which cause such trauma to people. When i know that something belongs to me, and all of a sudden is handed over to someone else, i would fight for it and thus was the case with Duryodhan and Hastinapur. Himanshu disagreed to it and believed Mahabharat was all because of Dropadi :p

We had Anirudh's recent trauma somewhere in the middle too and reiteration of the point that students from science background  are more stubborn in nature.

The entire episode was later restated as a Sensitivity training by Sir ( what a joke !!!) Was it or was it not, is something which is debatable. atleast one thing is for sure is that i was entertained.
  "yaar neend toh nahi aayi ekdum!!!"                                                                                   

Dream London- Really?

This article has been in the pipeline for a long while now. Dates back to my summer internship days in Kolkata. Few bengalis, proud "Kolkata baashis " ( Calcutta residents) may get offended too, so I request them not to read  anymore.

13th May, 2011, history is made in West Bengal. After 33 years of colonial Left rule, Ms. Bannerjee's TMC comes to the power. Strong, heart felt promises are made. One of the most outrageous ones being transforming Kolkata into London in the near future. Really?

15th July,2011 : Its been almost 2 months or 61 days or 87840 mins since Ms.Bannerjee's party have made inroads in the Writer's Building. As i make my way back from office, nothing has changed, absolutely nothing. A lot of hue and cry is made about Singur in the last few days and one can find the new sports minister giving close-ups in every channel. But the common man suffers the same harassment, same torment!

Being based out of Delhi for the last year or so, I feel sad when I come back to Kol and realize how much the city promises and what it actually delivers. Nothing increases my agony more than the pathetic condition prevalent in Kol metros. Agreed infrastructure will take considerable time, but the people in charge, they can change, or at least try to change.

Stuck in a long ticket counter queue for almost an hour, I make my way to the counter to find the attendant's seat empty. The attendant has apparently gone inside to bring ticket roll ( those days paper tickets were still in existence) and hasn't been back for the last 50 mins. Furious i decide to lodge a complain to the station master. As i enter the station master's room, I see a middle-aged man badmouthing a young boy and girl in filthy road side language. I am taken aback and soon realize its the station master himself. His shirt buttons are almost all open and only at times does he replace the *beep beep* with nouns and pronouns. I inform him of the condition outside and is blessed with few *beep beep* myself. He threatens to stop giving tickets to any1, if i dont get out of his room in next 5 mins. I tell him that at least consider bout those 100 people who are suffering in the heat outside ( Kol metros dont have AC, some have what looks like AC but wish they worked ), to be reprimanded again that everyone has to suffer as the CITY has no savior.  His name is "S.DAS," a name i will never forget, i face i wish to.

I dont know whether the city will be London or not, but i will be happy if only humans treat others as humans. The people in power should talk to the common man, understand his problems. The name of the state is not an issue, the administrative people in charge are.

"A Bengali who wants to be proud again!"

The same old story

I am a very laid back kinda person..too occupied with small things in life, to worry about whats cooking in someone else mind. A sort of person who would easily trust people, learn his lessons and then stop trusting anyone. A person who gets very irritated with hypocrisies and nuisances around him. A guy who is frustrated with what he sees around and hence has been searching some medium to vent out the anguish. The answer will be such blogs that gona find there place from time to time. ( Thanx to Varun and Nishita for making me realize this).

What is it that has been bugging me for days and months! Ever faced racism? i thought i never will. But it was gifted to me on a platter!

When you covet for something and others too feel you deserve to be part of a team, it hurts when you don't find a place because one is from a particular part of a country. Wise men with their limited knowledge form opinions about you which are not only baseless, but also humiliating.

Its been months since all this has happened and its a thing of the past. I have forgiven them but Can  I forget, never. And the irony is not even months into their venture, the wise regretted their call. I have moved on and probably that's the best thing to do. But i wish sanity had prevailed and not only I, a lot of others could have gained!!!

The Radicals

A group of six eccentric ppl, unique in der own ways, are called The Radicals...Thats d post for now...what dey do, who are dey, how crazy dey act and evrythng let dat be a mystry for NOW...........