Time management

Day beore yesterday,that is on saturday i was going through a dilemma, whether to appear for the college end-sem exams or for the Tcs. It was so tricky that i had to forego one for the other and neither was feasible in my situation. But to my surprise i did it and in what a style……

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Beauty Lies In The Eyes Of Beholder

 

Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder. so true.
I have always wondered what does that mean.

In simple terms what has been perceived beautiful need not be perceived as such from the other person point of view. Unfortunately its that the people think, they think that if they find someone beautiful,endearing and charming and what not then the entire world must look with the same eyes.

Agreed there are some common parameters on which the beauty is defined and in some of the cases it’s that everyone likes or appreciates the beauty of a common thing or person. But then also there are situations in which the people like the different portrayal of the thing or human being in quetion. some may appreciate the posture, some may appreciate the looks of the eye and some may appreciate the mood and the background variables. It’s just that if particualar thing is considered beautiful by all and sundry it just means that the thing has something for all the audience.

Now coming to what i had originally planned to write. I am telling about my personal experience. I have had infatuations and crushes non many females(showing that i am a normal person by the assumed standard), but my choices or the way to look at them had been always different. The girls in question were not necesarily beautiful by the conventional standard but they  had a charm about them, some had brains some had the decency and others had the sensible attitudes. Its not that i have felt atraction to the hot babes, but that was temporary and could be more precisely defined as a lust.

My friends still smile at me when i tell them about it and i in turn smile at them . Also one thing that i wanted to share that from my experience and my friends

 ”husn parde mein hi sajta hai”  

But then you may ask why this dare bare picture in this post, well sometimes husn should come out too. On a serious note it was the titilating factor and the pose and poise was good. Mind that it’s an art and not an ………. i think you know what

The So called genuine chain mails

Many a times I have come across the mails that the sender sends via forwarding which gives an outward appearance as a genuine incidents. Many a times people fall for it, sometimes I instantly get it that it’s concotted. This has increased in recent times to such a level that some genuine incidents might also appear to be the figment of imagination of some really fertile but work-devoid person(sometimes the creativity are quite amazing). Here i put forward such a mail

A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for
weeks, but nothing happened. Finally he decided to
write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.
When the postal authorities received the letter
addressed to God, INDIA, they decided to forward it to
the President of the India as a joke.

The President was so amused, that he instructed his
secretary to send the little boy Rs.20. The President
thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a
little boy, and he did not want to spoil the kid.

The little boy was delighted with Rs.20, and decided
to write a thank you note to God, which read:

“Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money.
However, I noticed that you sent it through the
Rashtrapati Bhavan in New Delhi, and those donkeys
deducted Rs.30 in taxes.

Now it was very simple for me to gauge the genuineness of the mail because i had heard the story a long back somewhere, maybe in books.But the setting wasn’t definitely the indian. Really do one think that a postmaster will be dumb enough to send such a post to president and the secretaries there will be equally dumb to forward such mails to him.

nevertheless apart from a sense of some accomplishment from the creator point of view in sending the mail to almost everyone in the wired world, there is a disturbing trend to highlight one’s own culture, religion and nation in positive (or negative) light.

Examples are already galore in many forms that many myths look like a truth to many people on seeing such things every other time.Like in india we take pride on many such facts which has become a quasi-truth in our mind that we accept them readily and take prinde on those facts. Recently I had come along a news article which debunked many such myths which even i was doctored to believe as genuine and take pride of that thing. It really had opened my mind and i came to face a grim and harsh reality of such a false historical pride which was ingrained on me as a fact. And i could not even in dream question their genuineness……….

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

First of all this is not a factual description of the man.

I probably read the poem “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner” when probably i was in Std sixth or seventh, dont remember exactly though. It was one of the toughest one and was beyond my comprehension. At that time i used to only browse through the poems or fiction because it was in syllabus not out of enthusiasm. But now when i look back i see that it is the best way to glue the kids first out of compulsion and then let them to read what they like. Make the books available to them and they will sonner than later have a liking for this.

Now when i look back i see the importance of reading poems and theirs deeper meaning in ours daily lives. I still remember some poem’s line when i come through some particular situation. I had completely forgotten about it but was reminded because of the peculiar situation in my life. Anyways at that time i had the oppurtunity to read only first two parts of that poem. Aur english teacher was kind enough to tell us the whole story till the seventh part.

Also what reminds me here is the power of internet in the information searching. Whatever one wants is easily available. I was,  able to get all the seven parts.  

Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

The line is from the poem “Ancient Mariner”. When we had it ours text book i didn’t had much inkling to what it meant. Now the same dilemma that i am facing.

There is a problem of plenty if I look from one side, but then none are for me. To make it more clear, i was applying for TCS,Infosys,Accenture,Reliance Infocomm for the job as a fresher, as I didn’t want to do MBA, which i am currently in.o i applied to every company on this earth,literally. For two months i didn’t get any calls and i was losing hope that i would be able to get out of this mba juggernaut.

Lo and behold i got an oppurtunity for accenture, apperared for it and written was cleared. then came another oppurtunity,Infosys then another in the form of TCS and another half chances at Reliance Infocomm. so there was oppurtunity everywhere all of a sudden. But it was not supposed to end that way. There wasn’t any drop to drink from it. reason being that all oppurtunities are in couple of days and with centres in different part of india. But that is not that big a hurdle because one can appear in atleast couple of them. But the biggest hurdle is that i am having my end semester exams during that period and unfortunately won’t be able to appear in any of them if i don’t take any drastic measures like flunking the exam. But again not giving exam will have adverse effect that there is no concept of re-exam(why the heck that).

The irony doesn’t end here. There was also a line in the poem “Albatross About my neck was hung”     this also has a relation in that i wasn’t serious during my engineering life and was too confident of my self and thus and because of other circumstances and fate wasn’t able to muster 60% when there was on-capmus recruitment drive. I had to pay for it and was constantly reminded of my plight like that ancient mariner. Nevertheless fate smiled and i was able to cross that magical limit and thus my quest.

NOTE: The MBA institute that i am in isn’t any roadside B-school it’s in top 10 schools

It’s 100 years for Vande Mataram

The nation is celebrating the 100 years of the song.it’s no ordinary song, but the essence of the nation that was so deeply entrenched into the psyche of the India to have the swaraj or independence from the colonial masters. Whenever i hear this song there is some deep feeling that simulates the mind to do something for the prosperity of the country.

It’s just frustrating to see the religious groups bycotting it. I don’t see any reason other than that they do not see themselves as the part of the country. If anyone bycott’s its then they are not fit to live in this country. Also what sick mentality is the political parties that justify everthing in the name of the minority appeasement. If these things continue then i don’t see in what direction the nation is heading into.

anyways i am doing my part.

Vande Mataram!!

वन्दे मातरम्
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
बहुबलधारिणीं नमामि तारिणीम्
रिपुदलवारिणीं मातरम्॥
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
सस्य श्यामलां मातरंम् .
शुभ्र ज्योत्सनाम् पुलकित यामिनीम्
फुल्ल कुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्,
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम् .
सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ॥

सप्त कोटि कन्ठ कलकल निनाद कराले
द्विसप्त कोटि भुजैर्ध्रत खरकरवाले
के बोले मा तुमी अबले
बहुबल धारिणीम् नमामि तारिणीम्
रिपुदलवारिणीम् मातरम् ॥

तुमि विद्या तुमि धर्म, तुमि ह्रदि तुमि मर्म
त्वं हि प्राणाः शरीरे
बाहुते तुमि मा शक्ति,
हृदये तुमि मा भक्ति,
तोमारै प्रतिमा गडि मन्दिरे-मन्दिरे ॥

त्वं हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी
कमला कमलदल विहारिणी
वाणी विद्यादायिनी, नमामि त्वाम्
नमामि कमलां अमलां अतुलाम्
सुजलां सुफलां मातरम् ॥

श्यामलां सरलां सुस्मितां भूषिताम्
धरणीं भरणीं मातरम् ॥

Translation by Shree Aurobindo
Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair

In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Lovilest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!

So called friends

This is the problem that i am perceiving at this stage of my life. Are the friends only for the happier times or when at the time when one needs them the most. Or am I expecting too much out of them?

No phones, no scraps no answers huh.

Dilemma

Everything that i write is related to this one word. I am aslo bored about this and it’s constant intrusion into my life. I never thought, as a child that i will be facing them, as i was a sort of happy go lucky chap. I never worried about these things and whatever i did my life would ultimately settle into the best possible fit that i could hope for.

luck was always in my side, still it is. But now the burns are more profound.Still everything is falling in places but only at the last moment, not before giving me jitters and uncertainity.I have been to the ups and down of the life umpteen times, but had never given a damn about them. Maybe i was always sure of myself. But since the last couple of years or something in between year and a half, i am not that immune. They have taken a toll on my life.I now worry,and thaat makes me more afraid, that where is that real me.

Now i am at the crucial juncture of my life and still am apprehensive and in great deal of dilemma. This is very much against my natural instincts. Many a times i have been either left with no options or couple of options which are equally bad and not to my liking(people don’t agree though). Now the trimester is about to end and i am still at crossroads.Not able to make up my mind,maybe I am too vying for the security from the future or maybe now I am answerable.In either case i am at the receiving end, and this is giving me sleepless night.

Now there has been a silver lining of the sorts that parents were in delhi and i was able to communicate my feelings. Father was either supressing his feeling or was genuinely serious about my problem and helped me a lot. i feel light now that atleast i can share my feelings.He was suppoertive and gave me a free hand and told not to worry too much about it. Life will take you ultimately where it is and one can at best do is to do work at his best. Now the anxiety is bit relieved but still the dilemma is as strong as usual.

Why there is a problem of dilemma and more often than not people compromising from what they need or want?