le meurtre!

Bloodbath in management….atrocities abound….newspapers are agog with news of IIM graduates seeking resort to naukri.com and other job portals. “Is it really them?” we ordinary mortals wonder. They who snubbed and scoffed in arrogance at such trespasses. But truly, it is a fall from grace. Management as a discipline is necessary, but the perks were a bit overrated. After all, 24 year olds, rubbing shoulders with people with over 24 years of experience, expecting those kids to implement whatever they have learned over a short span of 2 years, not realizing how far is the classroom from the boardroom. But this was shocking! Most people think along the lines “If this is the fate of the IIMs, then what about others?” True, when it comes to placements, the other institutes will not be able to rise to the occasion. But all the students should take heart. Pending liabilities and loans and EMIs notwithstanding, students should grab this opportunity to study recessionary behavior. I hope it does not come around for a long long time…and leaves behind enough lessons for everyone to learn.

Live now....

We spend so much of our time ruminating on what went wrong in our life....what we could have done better....and how we could have avoided certain decisions that we took. In the meantime, we deprive ourselves of the joy that the present moment could give us. We forget that the present moment offers us a chance to amend some of the wrongs of the past. Learn to live in the moment, breathe and exhale freely, live now...and turn every moment into a memory...its you who can change the course of the events....Live now!

Love actually......

Love … ahoy!

No single emotion can be as draining, as frustrating, and as wearisome as love. It can erode, and efface your self, dissolve your identity and then you keep seeking solace in the dark.

“Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect, and your independence. After a while, you start throwing people out--your friends, and everyone you used to know. And still it is not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know its going to take you down with it.” Shantaram, Gregory David Roberts,

Then what is love, and what should it be like? Love should consume you and create more of you each day each moment. It should keep you anchored and liberate you at the same time. Love should be one of your achievements, one that you are proud of....

The denominator

In a high performing scenario, the marginal performer’s output increases, and in a marginal environment, the high performer’s output declines.

Mediocrity is the ultimate bane. One day the mediocres will overtake the world because the intelligent are meek and too busy….The meek, the denominator, shall rule the world.

You can know your true worth by competing in an environment where you are pitted against people better than you. Mediocrity is a slow killer, it kills your self worth like nothing else. Consciously make an effort to challenge your mind, to associate yourself with high performers. Being in a mediocre environment is like being in intensive care with the monitor showing a steady line, and you wait for an absolution that never comes….

Revisited....

The radio blaring Hindi songs, the laaaaaaaaazy sun, Anant and Saurav on Radio Mirchi, Delhi Metro snaking through the whole of Delhi, chilly mornings, garam chai, squiggly toes nestled under a blanket, a cupboard full of woolens, extra helpings everywhere, sunning yourself on the terrace, bonfires on Lohri, the big big white buildings in CP, getting lost and helpful strangers helping you all the way…great roadside food, tandoori nights, Delhi-ized version of Chinese, South Indian delicacies, high fashion couture, the intellectual elite at IIC, and theaters, plays, Indian International Film Festivals, chaat at Netaji Subash Place, Delhi University, footpath fashionwear, junk jewelry, chartered buses running from nowhere to everywhere, dhabas on the go, bhalle papdi, debates at Delhi School of Economics, the lush green cantonment area, the beaurocratic snobs, the land of amazing contrasts, of scorching summers and freezing-to-death winters, of stiff upper lips, of British Council Library and the American Council, diplomatic enclaves, the lawns surrounding India Gate, the fashionistas at Hauz Khas, the land where everything is possible by jugaad, the land where I belong…

Home.....

Like a leaf torn...a bird thrown....
I flew here....I flew there...
Searching for the place called home....

My heart yearns for the place I seek...
Where I grew up among the trees and the mountain creek....
To count the days when I will go again...
Searching for the place called home....

The sky that beckons me, the arms that welcome me....
The familiar smell of the earth in the air that comforts me...
I look at the horizon to make that day come soon....
Searching for the place called home....