In Memory of IIMI in Rains

These days I am scared of travelling early in the morning. It leaves me completely exhausted and by evening, I am so tired that I sleep like a deadwood. But there is always a pleasure of visiting IIM campus. It takes me back in the time zone to my teaching years, time spent with my students discussing case studies, researching on Indian markets, teaching on satellite platform and spending long hours watching the setting sun.
IIMI still has the sunset point where one can stretch back and enjoy the setting sun. I think the best sun set is in Baroda but my experience is with Indore only, on the top of the hill where IIMI is situated. I don’t know how many people now go there and enjoy the sun set but I have always done that. That momentous joy comes in between PGP class hours and BBEP class hours. There will be very few people on campus and one can relax for one hour in between. There is a vast field in front of IIMI campus that stretches up to horizon and sun takes a lazy slot to go to other side of the meadows. I have always found the meadows very challenging and fascinating. In turns to brass brazen field in summer and makes you feel down. The dead grass brings a pale look to the fields.
Rains are always scarce commodity in Indore. I feel rainy season comes to Indore at the far end of the monsoon, but when it comes down, it brings itself with lots of mist and haziness and after few showers, suddenly the meadows turn lush green and you feel like being in a deserted rain forest from which the trees have escaped in an unknown afternoon to some distant land. There are black rocks in between and they stand like shadows of distant past.
Rains in IIMI also brings some painful moments of life. In this period, the rivers outflow and cross their limits. They cross their limits like bunch of professors gossiping about each other’s incapability. I lost two of my bright students in one of these rainy days when they were on a trip to Charol River. People told me Charol River is like a thief, it comes silently from the back and sweeps away sand beneath the feet. People hardly have time to respond and lose their life, same thing happened with my students.
The summer brought hazy days, water jams and burnt corns (butta). I remember my first trip to Indore city with Prof Ashish and Prof Vaswani of IRMA and how we had a good time with fresh burnt buttas.
In one of these rainy days, we had visited to the land of Mandu and Mandu fort where there is an eternal love story of Raani Rupmati and Bagh Bahadur. The brave Bagh Bahadur’s story still repeats in the valley and reminds of true meaning of love. I travelled to this picnic spot once only but liked the trip and also liked all the songs sang by Pawan Singh.
Rains are always a pleasure on campus as the lawns get greener; flowers bloom and there will be some cold breeze blowing from some unknown land. The canteen boy will make momo and pakoda and we will enjoy that. VK will come from somewhere to have a lion share. It will be followed by some hot tea. I don’t know this is rainy season on Indore or not, maybe it is winter there; I am thinking about rains here because it is raining in Chennai and I can see the rain drops dancing from the hospital bed through the window. Rains in Chennai are dirty and someone has squeezed them like a toothpaste tube in between the high rising buildings.
There is not much to think and remember well about IIMI these days when physical pain is so high and this needle is pinching you. So I thought why not to remember about the summer haziness of the meadows in front of campus, the sun set point, the steel chair below the tree near the bank for a lazy afternoon and rains through the window of the office room and changing skin of the meadows covering itself with a veil of green saree in rainy season.
May the place doesn’t lose its beauty ever and behave like an enchantress of time and memory!!

Dr Ashok Kumar from Glasgow

This little man was waiting for me for almost one hour in a posh club in Gurgaon today. It was an unscheduled meeting for me as Arvind on the way spoke about him. It was all a shocking day as Arvind straight took me to his home in the morning. Its unprofessional for me but somehow that's the way people from Hariana are; over friendly and meaningful.

Arvind works with government and so also works for us. Funny country and funny job! He told me that his current posting doesnt warrant him to go to office and he can do whatsoever he wants to do in the day, but leave Arvind, let us meet Dr Ashok Kumar.

I am not well these days. Problem of 2002 has cropped up. Absence of a spleen makes the pottasium level to change first. How many days one can pull like this? I need to undergo the scalpel sooner or latter, but at least I should bear for one more year, till Google complete class ten, because I know once the surgery happens to the liver, then you just have to wait for the end, may be very painful end is waiting somewhere and approaching me soon!! Many people ask me why do I talk about death so often, they dont know the pain that I am going through.

So this meeting was for something else, for checking my reports and guessing how many more days the lever can bear the turture of the high level of bile duct and how can I manage the swellings these days as they are occuring very often. I met Dr Ashok around 2 PM, he was wearing a cap and smiling man. I greeted him and he also responded with an English accent, of course working 30 years of life in UK would have changed my accent.

I asked him, what made him to come to India. He smiled and replied, Manmohan singh is responsible. I met him in a Pravasi Bharatiya Dinner and he invited me to come back to India and start a medical college and hospital in India. For last two years Dr Ashok Kumar is running lamp and post to raise fund for the hospital. Government of Bihar has given him all clearances including pollution clearances and he has purchased land for the medical college but he never expected that corruption level in India has gone so high over last 30 years.

i could read out the pain in his eyes and could see the dream of one day doing the medical college in patna. Everybody lives with a dream, a hope for tomorrow, for doing something, for leaving a legacy for people to remember them.

Do I have a dream now? Probably not, just living like a bilological animal, spending moments and years and doing nothing that meaningful. It was a great solace to meet people like Dr Ashok Kumar and chance upon his dreams, see the helplessness of a person who wanted to do things for his state but corrupt system is killing the enthusiasm.

May God bless Dr Ashok Kumar and may his dream be fulfilled.

I will write about the evening of 30th November at IIMAhemadabad campus that I spent with Dr APJ Abdul Kalam. But I need to write a long note on him and my interaction with him, may be tomorrow.

Meeting with Mr Kapil Dev, Yes, the Great Cricketer

It was one of the surprises these days and also only pleasant surprise in the near past. I was told to receive Mr Kapil Dev and was there for November 14th function. He was going live to students across the nation through our network. He interacted with students of various schools and institutions.
We got an opportunity to interact with him. Students asked many questions. One of the question is related to his fitness and he thanks God and parents for the great body that he was given which he managed with discipline and rigor.
People asked him question about Sachin Tendulakar. He told about his bet with Tendulakar which as per his opinion he does not mind losing again! He had put a bet to Tendulkar about completing ten years in cricket at international level. He has completed twenty years and Kapil has lost twice; but he does not mind loosing again as he loves cricket, nation and Tendulkar. He put Tendulakar and Sivramkrishnan, the spinner in the same bracket as genius. Sachin could make his career due to discipline whereas Siva missed due ti indiscipline.
One of the students asked about role models. Kapil had an apt answer. He told that he didn’t have a specific role model, as life grew and he moved around the world, his role models changed a lot and he assimilated many things from many people. Initially Viswanath was his idol and that changed as life moved on.
Success depends on character and character is built on personality and personality is shaped by behavior. A good behavior leads to good result and fortune. According to him, 80% is luck in life and 20% is hard work.
What else to write these days…. The last friendship built on professional world is lost as people took all benefits when you are giving and latter walked out of life!! But such treacherous acts no more surprises me!!!!

A Good All around at My Old School

Dear good friend VKG spoke to me after a long long time. He is one of the close friends at Indore with whom I have shared some of the fine moments of life.

Though IIMIndore is history now and I have no interest with IIMIndore, but some good three plsu years of life has gone there and many of the good things I had made it possible at Indore, Fellow Program, Broadband, Journal, Post Doctoral Program, international conference..... so many things. Everytime in those moments VK and Ashish had motivated me a lot.

Its good to know from VK about things changing positively at IIMI under the captainship of new Director. I have never met him nor did I talk to him ever, but from VK it seems he is doing a great job. I have seen this boldness in decision making with many people in academics and he has shown such charisma also.

I had a very wrong perception about him initially although my perception has no meaning, but one should not judge a person in short term, he should be judged in long term. when I look at him and his decisions, I can read noble intent that he wants to remove the weeds and bring fresh culture inside the organization where everything will be judged objectively.

Thanks VK, for showing me the real light. Any interest with IIMIndore ? definitely no, as some people illo treated me at the last two months of my time. But I have no complain.

Forgiveness is a great virtue and forgiveness means life moving ahead. Life moving ahead means more progress and more learning. Staying back with old stuff is painful and getting involved into the same set of mindness.

It gives a great relief to talk to VK after such a long time, it has been more than 13 months and time flies bullet these days.

Meeting with Sera Sera

It was a nice experience meeting with Sera Sera after such a long time. Sonu Nigam was also there in the meeting and its good to know what multitude of interest people puruse.

Life is teaching you baby, learn them and adapt them to the next level so that you cann survive in this dirty world!

Really dirty world with so meaningless creations, biological animals with no meaning in life other than giving pain to others

Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.
Robert Frost

(For Gaurav)

May Be Bhaiyu Will Read Someday

Maybe we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.
Maybe it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.
Maybe the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.
Maybe you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
Maybe you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
Maybe the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
Maybe happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.
May be you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.
May be there are moments in life when you miss someone -- a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.
Maybe giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn't, be content that it grew in yours.
Maybe you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.

No Need To Say Goodbye

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder'
Till it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are

As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and now one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Till they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

How dreams come true

All your dreams will come true if you have the courage to pursue them, all alone, when everything is ripped off you, when nobody believes in your dreams and with no backing, if you still feel the power of your dream and are working to make it real. You have got it in you, what success is already. Rest is just a manifestation of the mind, what it asks for. Behold that part of life, for that may never return. Dream on, live on.

The Silent Love

I could reach airport just in time. This happens very rare these days when you go the airport some fifteen minutes before and spend sometime in the book store, flip through some good books and buy few of them; feel happy by seeing your books on the shelf and sometimes meet one of your old students in the airport with his wife, children, job worries and may be story of new assignments. While teaching at IIMs, I had those options of going early to an airport and spending time in the lounge, now you just have to run and run to come back home, complete office work and go back home, close your eyes, listen to some music and attend guitar classes and spend some stupid arguments on why vegetable prices are going up? Why certain things in life go up and come down but prices always go up?
This time it was different, why this time, every time I go to Kolkata, it is different. I have some love for this town but for all these years I have very few friends there, maybe I can hand count… Jayati, Rajiv, Cecil, Ashok and few more. But Kolkata is my beautiful city, embedded with lots of emotions and nostalgic thoughts, its maidan, early morning ride on the tram; I heard they are going to stop the tram service once the metro is extended and I pray they shouldn’t do that for God’s sake. Life is more interesting in Kolkata, you can walk along the ganges, you can sit down with your soul mate on the side of the river ganga and see the water flowing nearby; you can spend an hour on a queue in front of the kali temple, only to be told by the priest near the entrance of the sanctum that the temple is closed, you can write stories on Brajen Mukherjee road and get scolded by your friend’s father for the number of telephone calls he receives after people read the story in Telegraph autumn collection; you can go to Park hotel disk and spend whole time with Bala and miss your early morning flight to Indore, You can walk into Mirch masala restaurant and enjoy great cuisine there, Kolkata is everywhere in memory, heart, mind, soul……..
But this time it’s not about Kolkata alone, it’s the flight that I took from Kolkata to Chennai in the evening. Most of the time, I jump to a window seat and catch up my sleep, but this time in a hurry, I didn’t ask for a window seat and got an aisle one. The couple was next to me. I hardly take interest on co-passengers in flights and trains these days, so they looked like newly married love birds, may be flying to Chennai and then moving to Ooty or some other hill station. They were newly married; that you can always find out with Bengali girls, they will be loaded with bunch of bangles, red color or some heavy color saree, sindoor full on the head and may be outrageous lipstick colors on the leap and would be squeezing in with their husbands in between and putting you into a spin as the scene many a times looks odd to your eyes.

I didn’t take much interest on them till the food trolley came. The airhostess (rude one this time) asked me what drink will I have (as if they can serve me Tequila or some screw driver), so I wanted a Coke and they obliged. The man started making a sign and without any sound!! The airhostess couldn’t guess what it is, and lo…. Then the lady made some sound…..” da…da”. Ok it sounds Mirinda and when I helped them out with the word Mirinda, they were happy and by looking at my leap he confirmed and they took one Mirinda can.

Its not that they had no money, he pulled out a five hundred rupees note for Mirinda payment but they were sharing it among themselves and sipping from one can. It was great scene to watch for me. Their world was sound proof. They were deaf and dumb. Of course if you are deaf, you are bound to be dumb; but their love was beyond this physical deformities. They were expressing their love, care and responsibility towards each other like any normal couple. When the flight landed, the I guess the lady as bit scared, so she was holding his hand tight, the man looked at me and smiled, it was an assurance he was giving to me that she is well taken care of.
I was waiting near the belts for my luggage when they came with someone who looked like a travel agent to me. They came to say ‘thank you’ what she could utter was ‘u’. I don’t know whether I deserve a thank you from them or not but they were giving it to me and I was so happy to meet this young couple. The agent told me the boy is from a rich Bengali family, studied in some special school in London and the girl is from Bangladesh and they met in London and they are on their honeymoon trip.
I told this thing to Gaurav, Peter and Nitin. One of them joked saying ‘at least there will be no fights and verbal duels between them, they will try to understand each other only through eyes and hand coordination. Though their world is devoid of noise, it is free from so much of bad emotions, fights and verbal volleys that they will be a happier couple in life. It is important to understand that ability of words to express emotions are so limited in life that you can talk a great deal and communicate a lot through silence. Somebody said, if you cant understand my silence, you can never understand my words. Hope some of these women around us understand the value of silence and try to make life peaceful, so also do some men need to learn how to take care of emotions which are so precious that they are like water on the leaf of a lotus.

Visiting Chidamabaram

First of all I will not write about the third bitch though my friend has told me the incident about the third bitch so far. I have something good to write. Many good things happen in life but sometimes that goes out of our mundane attention and subsequently we forget about them. It is high time that I write about them and record what impact it has on me and people around me. It makes me feel happy also. It seems I am becoming sensitive to negative happenning more than the positivity of life. I will write about two experiences that recently I had while travelling inside and also out of Tamilnadu.
I have this good friend Sriraman who is very religious and yet an investment banker. I have seen very few ethical people like Sriraman. A hard core Vaishnavite yet a fluent negotiator on the go, very rare combination. Over the few months, after Kannan’s departure from the company, I have found solace with such a great friend. Happiness is a state of mind and one can obtain happiness through incompleteness also. I made a mistake in my earlier conversations when I asked his wife about children. They don’t have kids and yet I never saw Sriraman down at any point of time. He has always come out as a person with high energy and who wants to something good in life. In my trips with him, he took me to may nice and peaceful temples of Tamilndau. I write peaceful because I find solace looking at God and taking up a conversation with him directly. Sometimes, I ask his, “ So, you are testing me, you gonna see me fail on this, lose my mind and get lost as a failure in what I do?” But he has always replied me affirmative and with a smile. Of course God has to always smile, doesn’t he get tired smiling for such a long time? Who knows what makes him to smile towards everyone. I can not do it. If I don’t like people, I make big face and avoid them and if goes beyond a limit, spit it out on the face. I made many enemeies for these reasons. God doesn’t have enemeies and whatever he got in all his lives, they came because God was more successful that them; they were jealous of God and wanted to create problem for him.
Ok, Ok, I am not God, I am a human being who looks at the world in his own eyes/glasses.
I don’t know why I am moving here and there and not writing what I actually intened to. In our last trip, we made a U turn to the original plan and thought we can move across Chidambaram and see the siva-vishnu (Hara-Hari) temple and travel via Cudalore and Puducherry to Chennai. We had the liberty because we were travelling by road. It was a hot summer afternoon when we reached Chidambaram.
No, dat is not the place to which P. Chidambaram belongs to. Rather it is the place where Siva is in nataraja posture. The famous nataraja statue is from this temple. What happenned is not inside but on the gate of the temple that I wish to pen down here. As we parked the car and came out to open, it was almost 40 degree there, so we had to rush to the temple. It was a lazy afternoon and we thought we will have a darshan and quick bite and drive down to Chennai. There were not many tourists and luckily there were not any line. I like south India temples, but the problem is the long que that one has to stand. Sometimes it takes more than an hour to meet God, but it is better than many of our Orissan temples where you have to literally push people to move ahead and I never enjoyed it.
So on the norther gate of the temple, may be it was northern gate, I don’t remember, may be Sriraman will rectify me if I am making a mistake if he happens to read this note; we entered into the temple and I wanted to buy some flowers to offer to God. There was a sixty plus lady selling flowers and tulsi leaf garlands and I purchased offerrings worth 30 rupees and paid her fifty rupees. She had no change and here comes her reply.
“ I will pay you back once you come out of the temple”
There was a long pause from our side as we had some discomfort with the balance pending with her. Of course, there were not many devotees, not much crowd, the place was new to me, I was there for first time and it was a hot afternoon with all the temple rocks sending heat wave.
We are two sophisticated, rural borne, urban grown suave gentleman (are we/ I always thought I am an idiot), we came out of an air conditioned car; I am president of a company, he is an investment banker, we have our houses in metro cities, bank balance in banks; stocks in stock markets, real estate investments, fixed deposits, married to educated women, travelled to far places of the world including USA (what is so crazy about USA?)
And here is a lady in mid sixties or seventies; I don’t know her education background, she was a leporsy patient, speaks a language which I hardly understand and how can she dare to question us that we doubt her integrity and honesty in dealing with a customer and that to infront of a temple, where she must have spent many years of her latter life after being thrown out of home, after being castigated for sufferring from leprosy.
She was surviving in a megre income of few rupees in front of this great temple and who knows how many years she has to repent in front of God for this desease which probably she had got from her husband who travelled to some unknwon place like Chennai or Mumbai; visited prostitutes and got infected with leprosy and finally on return gifted to his wife. Actually I can not ask these questions to the lady’s husbad as from her dressing, I could guess she is a widow. She must have spent long hours near the lamps in some unknwon village in interior tamilnadu teaching her children about life and values; must have got up early in the dawn to cook for them, must have hold the babies close to heart when there were suffering from fever! But where are these children? Where are their attention to the old lady? Probably she should have been comfortable if she would not have got children at all.

And look at us, we had doubt on her ( or on ourselves), we suave, educated, American returned MBAs and PhDs and doubting an elderly woman’s integrity for twenty rupees only. She smiled at us and reaffirmed us that once we make our temple rounds complete, she would definitely pay us back. I looked at Sriraman’s face, he moved away, I was ashamed of myself after a long long time. A drink costs 200 bucks, I have thrown parties to some ungrateful people/women who were rich yet beggars in their mindset, to people who have survived by taking loans from me and shamelessly saying that they wont be able to repay me back!!!!

Here is a lady who is throwing me from citadel of my confidence! Here is a lady through her innocent questioning killing me thousand times for the doubtful emotion that came in my face! Here is a lady whom I am never going to meet in my life and yet teaching me lessons of life and honesty. I had tears in my eyes (not for her, but for being a stupid in life).
God never forives idiots and stupids. We wenet inside the temple and to our surpise Vishnu temple was closed and we could nt have HARA-HARI darshan as we had planned. On our return, she was smiling and gave me back my twenty rupees. I purchased more flowers from her and send the flowers back inside the temple through another passersby devotee and wished God to forgive me for the emotions that I carried about this lady. She taught me great lesson of life. Irrespective of what you achieve in life, what you are, there are so many things that are never taught, never learnt, are never in books and never will be also; but they teach you essense of humanity; they make you to feel how one should be in life and how humbleness can reflect what life has to offer despite all limitations.
May be she was a Goddess there in front of the temple to remind me some of the great lessons of life which nobody taught me.
I have one more experience to share with you in the next posting which I encountered in my recent flight from Kokata to Chennai which I have termed as ‘Silent Love”. But now now, may be few hours, days, months, years latter and may be if I am alive for the next day. Now I see a dream everynight that I am dead……….

Devil No-2 More Serious Devil

This is our next meeting with MS.

I hate my family, they dont understand me, I hate my sister most. She doesnt want me in her house because she thinks I will spoil her children, bloody I will make my life and will prove that there can be a life beyond them--- MS was reading an sms the second devil had sent some months back.

MS had to mentor this kid, so he said, dont worry time is the best healer and lets work together. There are so many boys and girls who are in the team, you should stay committed to the work and as you say someday things will change. MS spent miles of hours in calming down the child, pacifying her anger level; using all his psychological learnings to groom her and create a different mind set so that she can leave the life with happiness.

Today MS also thinks in the same way, despite the girl abusing him up-front by citing her closeness to authority. MS said- why did I do this. I did d some seven months to change the mindset of this kid so that she will be positive, but some people never learn, God gives them a chance to chose between good and bad and they end of chosing bad only. Bad company, bad emotions, bad ideas and a mindset to abuse everyone.

My advice to MS- you have ent sufficient time in doing good for the child. If you have done good to the kid-never harm the kid. Since you are saying she is a brat and loses temper in between frequently, then let her cool down and realize that affections from elders are always one way traffic. Even if child does bad no parent will take revenge on the child, if you are treating the kid as part of your soul and family, continue doing it forever. Let the devil realize that world is not full of bad people, its also good people who wish good for her.

If she choses bad, its her decision; if you have ever affectionate to the person, cared to do something good to the person, continue doing it. Its emotion and affection which is under your control and you have no control over what other person thinks about you. If you care for the person, continue doing it and let time to prove whether doing good to someone is correct or doing bad is correct.

What I couldnt answer is " But to this devil, I have not done anything wrong, so why the kid in anger behaves like this?

I have no answer, do you have

Why Devils are Created-2

OK His name is MS and this twenty two year something girl comes to his room with tears in her eyes. What happenned" asked MS. My reporting boss is a sixty year old man and he misbehaved me and talked bad things (XXX) to me, I wish to complain about him.
MS gets sentimental over this. Questions ethicality of a man at the age of 60 to misbehave a little girl. MS still calls the girl as little girl and thinks he is the father figure in her life (he is like that, if he likes people, irrespective of what the other person says about him, he will always keep his emotions as they are, they dont change even if the other person changes his stand). MS thinks the old devil has to be penalised and so he penalized the old man. Takes this girl to his team and gives her a pay hike also. This girl comes back someday and cries, " my father is sick and has got first heart attack, I am the only earning member of the family, please help". MS still thinks him as a daughter and helps her financially for the ailing father. The amount is huge, I can not pay you back" the girl said. No problem, there are many people who have taken money and not returned to me, whenever you make money you return to me- MS said.

MS was silent for sometime. I asked him, what happenned?
He said, " the same girl few months after comes back and complains that MS has misbehaved her?"
I was dubfounded, how this can happen?- I said
Things like this happen in life. This world is like this only. People whom you give affection, care for them, see that they are made comfortable, only come back to you in life to punish you.

My advice to MS- doesnt matter what the girl says, if you have helped her out, stood by difficult times and really helped her in carrer an finance, continue doing that. It is her bad luck that she misbehaved you and lost you through out her life. She needs to understand that lust does not take people very far; its the simple understanding and care that helps people to build up there life. Life is not decided by what people say about you, it is about what you do to others and if you are honest, then people will understand you someday.

carry on MS, carry on your good work till you die...
kuchh to log kahenge logon kaa kaam hai kehna
Now time to introduce devil no-2

Why Devils are Being Created?

This is an interesting posting and will be different than other posts of mine. This is because the story I am writing about is true and has implications of life. Why Devils are created? It is to make people realize that devils are there and one needs to find out the difference between devil and good.

Does devil come in any other form? Probably the answer is "Yes". The worst part of the devil is that it comes in disguise of someone filled with emotions and closeness. Devil is not a person, it is a perception that one beholds which is built on the basis of how people interprete the cues in the environment. Devil also comes to chosen ones; chosen ones who have to be tested and damned and then may be punished for doing good. This story is about a manager friend of mine whom I met recently to explore what the hell he has gone through. I met him in a coffee shop in Adyar and I know him for quite sometime. In my perception, he is a good soul. May be some of the readers may not like it this way.

Ok, the let us introduce the devils in his life one by one as he explained it to me and finally I will tell you what I told that person.

Scene-1: Devil One: Devil one is a twenty one year old girl who enters crying to 'good man's office. Let us call this good man as

I Met Her... Jai HO....

Yes, it was one of the pleasant surprises of life which happenned few weeks before in one of the sadest moments of life and I met her. I met her in an unusual manner at a place and situation which was uncalled for. I never thought that there would be a day in life when I would meet her and if so, in a situation as patthetic as it was.
These days, I am coming back to a state where I can think about life and everything about me. I had become plastic and lifeless and coming back to life with its own pain and sufferring, happiness and glory, challenges and goals, all of these coming one by one like students of a school coming out on aline in a mid summer afternoon.

I met her in a sad moment of life when she was in deep grief due to sudden demise of her father. I had gone back to their family after a gap of some fifteen years....... I didnt know that she would be there? Did I know, may be yes, how can she be not there when her father has passed away! Yah, I met all of them, the whole family minus uncle who was no more with us.

At the end of meeting everyone, she walked in and asked me "can you recognize me?" may be she was thinking that I have forgotten her over the years and can not recall her? How does she know that there has never been a day when I have forgotten her. The sense of guilt I am carrying for ever for neglecting her emotions when she was around me and then waiting for the whole life to say sorry (though I didnt say sorry to her). But it was a good thing in life and it gave some level of containment that I could meet her...... Otherwsie I always thought I will die without seeing her again in life.

But with so much pain and sufferring that I have passed in last few months, the best thing to happen in life is to meet her after long fifteen years, may be I need to be congratulated. i still remember the song..

dil bhi aaj adaa hai is jid pe
kis bachhe ki tarah
yaa to usse sub kuchh chahihye yah kuchh nahin


I will write more about the meeting and subseqent events.... in second, minutes, hours, days, months may be years to come...............??????!!!!!!!

Will she ever read my blog someday? Should I tell her to read my blog some day??

Life at Dubai These Days

For last few days I am in Dubai. I didnt write my blog for three months for some or other reasons. It seems I am becoming a lazy fellow and not doing what I need to do for myself. Dont know why such a feeling, may be every year at the early summer I have such a feeling like this. Dubai is a business trip for last couple of weeks and am here to close some business deals and start operations of my company. Lo, I have again started talking and writing about business on my personal platform.

About IIMI, I have no news! I would love to forget and forgive people. I will write someday about my speech that I gave at RCM, Bhubaneswar on learning lessons of life. After a long gap I went to the school and spoke to students there. They gave me best alumni award for the year. While people are trying to pull me down, here are guys who are pushing me up higher for some more things to achieve in life. My speech has gone on Internet and many of my old students have written back to me asking questions on my loneliness, suffering and rest other issues. I need to work on that and write in detail on this blog sometime. I have so much to write and have done nothing to pen them down, who knows when I am not there, all these impressions will go with me, its better I write them down and not carry them to the graveyard.

Yah, regarding IIMI, I received a letter some months back, that I am still showing myself as Director of IIMI in my personal website. I think somebody is mentally gone wrong somewhere. I have not updated the site for quite some time and that sometime is five years. Even the site shows me as a faculty of IIMK and I wonder where I am showing myself as Director of IIMI. But these are useless things in life. I thought people will forget me over six months like I have done and will allow my life to run as it comes, but some sadists have some other plans. Let them go on their direction and me comeback to my own direction in which only good work matters. someday we need to drop this hatred and go ahead and do good things in life.
But I dont know why people dont realize this truth of life and continue turturing people forever