Thursday, December 30, 2010
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Responsibility comes along with laurels
I like the joke of one of my seniors in semicon industry. 'good things never go unpunished'. I always sincerely beleive that in my profession- you are as good as your last quarter. similarly- when going gets good- i never get too much excited- as whatever goes up- comes donw. ans so i get restless.Two years of hard work--- and chandran's words on oct 2007 became prophetic. I love this experienced colleague of mine- always bang on target and prediction. 2 years and 2 changes in roles- last one being very prestigoious and comes with lots of expectations. my compnay always has been very good to me. It is meritrocracy always- you work hard- you get the goods. You donot do hard work- you donot get the goods but get upteen no. of chances to change the course and excel.this is what i love about my job- learn and unlearn-- win always.Now i am entering a new phase- with lots of hope, and wishes, lots of plans and lots fo misgivings. but i am very sure- about one thing- i will work harder and will try the hardest. I have never been the person who worries about the ends. the means are important. it is always good to fight and then lose than never have fought atall ( sorry tennyson-- that's a sad but apt parody of your line)
To my elder brother....an ode
Dear ....
I promised to self that one day i will write this.And you will know that ( as always-- the connection was and is very strong). We have been freinds, and we have been there and seen all.I first recollect from my early memories- you were the hero. Extremely talented, and somebody whom all look upto- whom all loved and liked. One who cannot fail.Over the years- tried to follow you. Remember the numerous stories we shared-- both of us being voracious readers. You used to tell me all classics and later i used to re-read them. i used to make up some stories- mix of various stories and you also sometimes liked them.on this day of anoteh teacher's day-- a certain wistfullness took over me. woke up at ungodly hour-- kissed my son- who gave me his sincere smile ( half asleep).Then i thought about all teachers, all freinds and then i thought about you. Years and years between us- we never spoke. There was these incidents- which i wanted not be part of- which deeply hurt me. later realised-To forget and forgive is only way out. has not been there the demons in my life too? those innumerable failures, innumerable professional and personal mistakes. did i throw myself out? nay... always came over them and excelled.so it's time to catch up. today when i see your hobby photographs- they are much more beautiful than your paintings. those paintings which i used to admire and begged you to teach me. Realised- excellence is not taught-- it is practicsed. You told the same.I remember- how tolerant you were of me- when- you being the elder had to wait- till i finished my long drawn lunch. We grew up- each summer- we used to meet and catch up- hours and hours of talk.then you became a doctor.Our paths diverged. i remember- missing you on some of my worst days of my life. i remmeber that sales call - i was in chandigarh- and i knew you were a student there-- but professionalism called for no time to meet my most precious brother.Second time- i could not stop- i just called you-- you were somewhere outside. I remember-- I planned and took all my leaves at one go ( taking 10 leaves at one go- when you are a junior sales person-- is something amazing-- and very courageous thing to do) and went dibrugarh for your marriage. then i remember the time- when i was shocked by all unpleasant news.It all came crashing down. won't tell a lie- it was a big let down for me. i tried to reason with my own self--' everybody is supposed to make mistake', 'maybe i donot know enough'.'maybe- it is a bad dream'. but mind overruled heart and those ties snapped. Whenever i go to Mumbai, it is usually in a car of colleague or a bus ( earlier it used to be the red busses and nowadays swanky volvo .. how times change :-) )-- there are some small stops- i keep myself awake and let myself think....( you know hypothysing, if it was like this and that types).. all those places are linked to some persons-- cbd belapur, vashi, anusakti nagar/chembur,iit-powai,andheri...
They remind of friends and collegues and incidents-- mostly pleasant. so, till we meet again, good bye and good luck. but remmeber- I never went away- when we did not talk-- I only thought and kept my silence.
I promised to self that one day i will write this.And you will know that ( as always-- the connection was and is very strong). We have been freinds, and we have been there and seen all.I first recollect from my early memories- you were the hero. Extremely talented, and somebody whom all look upto- whom all loved and liked. One who cannot fail.Over the years- tried to follow you. Remember the numerous stories we shared-- both of us being voracious readers. You used to tell me all classics and later i used to re-read them. i used to make up some stories- mix of various stories and you also sometimes liked them.on this day of anoteh teacher's day-- a certain wistfullness took over me. woke up at ungodly hour-- kissed my son- who gave me his sincere smile ( half asleep).Then i thought about all teachers, all freinds and then i thought about you. Years and years between us- we never spoke. There was these incidents- which i wanted not be part of- which deeply hurt me. later realised-To forget and forgive is only way out. has not been there the demons in my life too? those innumerable failures, innumerable professional and personal mistakes. did i throw myself out? nay... always came over them and excelled.so it's time to catch up. today when i see your hobby photographs- they are much more beautiful than your paintings. those paintings which i used to admire and begged you to teach me. Realised- excellence is not taught-- it is practicsed. You told the same.I remember- how tolerant you were of me- when- you being the elder had to wait- till i finished my long drawn lunch. We grew up- each summer- we used to meet and catch up- hours and hours of talk.then you became a doctor.Our paths diverged. i remember- missing you on some of my worst days of my life. i remmeber that sales call - i was in chandigarh- and i knew you were a student there-- but professionalism called for no time to meet my most precious brother.Second time- i could not stop- i just called you-- you were somewhere outside. I remember-- I planned and took all my leaves at one go ( taking 10 leaves at one go- when you are a junior sales person-- is something amazing-- and very courageous thing to do) and went dibrugarh for your marriage. then i remember the time- when i was shocked by all unpleasant news.It all came crashing down. won't tell a lie- it was a big let down for me. i tried to reason with my own self--' everybody is supposed to make mistake', 'maybe i donot know enough'.'maybe- it is a bad dream'. but mind overruled heart and those ties snapped. Whenever i go to Mumbai, it is usually in a car of colleague or a bus ( earlier it used to be the red busses and nowadays swanky volvo .. how times change :-) )-- there are some small stops- i keep myself awake and let myself think....( you know hypothysing, if it was like this and that types).. all those places are linked to some persons-- cbd belapur, vashi, anusakti nagar/chembur,iit-powai,andheri...
They remind of friends and collegues and incidents-- mostly pleasant. so, till we meet again, good bye and good luck. but remmeber- I never went away- when we did not talk-- I only thought and kept my silence.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A new brand & the elephant expresses itself
I always love to describe my country's economy as a sleepy elephant.USD1.2 trillion is not a small amount and so strong middle class that world can disregard it at it's own peril. this sleepy elephant got a new identity. indian rupee has now a symbol and i started using it from today. It was so exciting to have something of indian- just like usd or euro or pound.
so it is now the right time to go and tell the world - india has arrived.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
For hope and peace-- my prayer
What's wrong with my country- people on killing spree. Was so sad to see Maoists killing hundreds in train incident in West Bengal.I am of view that whatever your demands can be done by peaceful means only. Noway violence can be encouraged-- and be a solution to any problem. violence begets violence and never will triumph.
June month is starting- always a very very exciting month for Avnet employees- fiscal ends and we go bersek to meet numbers/targets. I personnaly am on thresold of touching some milestones and like always have lots to expect out of this month again.
June month is starting- always a very very exciting month for Avnet employees- fiscal ends and we go bersek to meet numbers/targets. I personnaly am on thresold of touching some milestones and like always have lots to expect out of this month again.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Breathes there the man!!
I recently saw one of my friend who is coming back from US starting a countdown clock in her orkut status- like 10 days left/ 9 days left to return to india/home.
It reminded me that immortal poem by that great Sir Walter Scott:-
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored , and unsung.
how true...when you go away from the place you love and was brought up in- and when you return-- the feeling is immense. Each time- when i return home- Durgapur- i feel it....or when i go away- i feel like that brother in flaherty's story- ' living in exile'.. when i return from my countless trips- i feel the same-- breathes there the man with soul so dead... the ahaa moments of life.
It reminded me that immortal poem by that great Sir Walter Scott:-
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored , and unsung.
how true...when you go away from the place you love and was brought up in- and when you return-- the feeling is immense. Each time- when i return home- Durgapur- i feel it....or when i go away- i feel like that brother in flaherty's story- ' living in exile'.. when i return from my countless trips- i feel the same-- breathes there the man with soul so dead... the ahaa moments of life.
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