Hum, Tum Connected with "Connected Hum-Tum"

Wednesday, May 29, 2013 : Hum, Tum aur "Connected Hum-Tum" all came together to decipher the code behind the latter one. All the leading ladies of the series were revealed in-front of more than 100 IndiBloggers by the none other than the Director Paromita Vohra herself.

A Fun filled evening with few witty ice-breakers from IndiBloggers team and Zee Team were just perfact to ensure the involvement of all the IndiBloggers.

Six Participants of the Connected Hum-Tum with names Preeti Kochar, Pallavi Barman, Mahima Chaudhary, Sonal Giani, Madhavi Mauskar, and last but not the least Mumbai's very own Malishka Mendonca opened themselves in front of the bloggers.

A special preview of the series for us was a really good gesture from the Zee. I personally found many of us, regardless of sex or age, would be able to connect to all or at least some stories of the participants life. For ex. one line from the preview really explains the pain of a lady, portrayed by Preeti, when her husband goes for the work on Sunday, kid falls asleep and she remains on herself to ponder upon how her life is going. Similarly, the pain of a girl, portrayed by Sonal, when she says that she still hopes that the family of her boy-friend will accept her one day.

Although I had thought that this would be just another reality show shot with moving cameras, I found the stories in it more real (even though I accept that there would be few manipulations here & there after all it is for entertainment of the audience).

Let's see if audience at large gives it a "aaj kuch tufaani karte hein" :-)

More details @

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Connected_HumTum
http://www.indiblogger.in/bloggermeet.php?id=206

Are our premier institutes producing good citizens?

Recently I was having a casual discussion with one of my close friends. During the discussion she mentioned a story of one of her female colleagues who had just got married. Generally, I don’t show much interest in family gossips but this was much more than a simple story of a husband and wife. It was an example of the irony this modern India has and that is education from premier institutes doesn’t ensure that the person would have good values and courage to stand against wrong things in our society.

This lady, let’s call her Radhika, has been very fun loving, happy go-lucky lady through-out her life and always believed to live her up to the fullest, currently working with the largest IT Company of Asia.

Like most of the parents in India, parents of Radhika, from a middle class family in a backward state of the India, had dreamt of marrying their daughter to an IIT+IIM (Indian Institute of Technology + Indian Institute of Management) graduate. They left no stone unturned and ultimately found the right family; at least they thought so, for their daughter. Like any other obedient girl, Radhika also agrees to parents wish and soon gets married to the chosen IIT+IIM grad.

Like any other bride, Radhika also had few dreams after marriage. She might have also wished for a loving husband, who would respect her, her feelings and her work. As in India, marriages don’t happen between a groom and a bride but happens between their families, she might have also expected that her new family would accept her with open arms and give her the respect that she deserves.

But here, expectations don’t meet the reality. Today, her husband, lost in his arrogance of being from IIT+IIM, doesn’t even respect that his wife has an individual identity, that she works, and that she might also have some aspirations. No doubt that she earns much lesser than what her husband earns, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t deserve the appropriate respect. Her husband and in-laws, who earlier wanted a well-educated and working girl, don’t want her to work anymore. In fact, they make fun of her work and salary.

As much I could visualize, Radhika has been trying a lot to keep herself happy and get adapted to this new culture but all has been in vain till now. Despite being a well educated, working girl, she hears taunts and what not from her mother-in-law and sister-in-law (an IIM grad herself).

Hearing this story, when I start feeling suffocated, I can’t even imagine how this lady is handling the situation. Indians have been very proud of our premier institutions but are we doing anything to impart right values in the kids that graduate from those schools. At least this story doesn’t talk positive about that. We need to think what kind of education we are providing to next generations not only in IIT, IIM or other schools but also in our families.

Are we producing future leaders, risk takers and people who respect each and every individual regardless of their social status?

You don't need to see to sing.......

This guy (Amit Jadhav, Victoria Memorial School for Blinds) is so passionate about singing. I love his voice and pitch modulation. Even other one (Akash) is equally good singer.

How to build a competent offshore team?

A typical project life cycle:

Inception   ->   Team Building   ->   Manpower Deployment   ->   Execution   ->   Deliveries of Products / Features

So we start a project, select few candidates who could build a team and competencies and then come to location distribution. My focus of this blog post is this third part and how this should be handled to continuous team building and smooth deliveries.

At the inception of the project, we get people who soon become the back-bone of the team and who ensure the critical deliveries of products and features happen on time. Soon as business demands, few people are dispatched to client locations (in IT we call it Onsite). This is the first step of “Manpower Deployment”. Over the time, people at client location get more exposure to real world business and become SMEs (Subject Matter Experts) and also those whom client trusts most. So far so good.

Now the real problem starts. As the project grows, team grows; new people join at remote delivery centers (we call it Offshore). Now these people are new, neither they have ever interacted with this client nor they have got actual exposure to the client systems. Dependency on On-site team increases and soon offshore team becomes a step child of project management team. Management wants to make offshore team equally capable of producing results as the onsite team is but they forget one critical aspect of human behavior. They forget that offshore team has never got the feeling of actual business and they couldn’t care less about that.

In this situation what should be the first step of Management. I strongly opine that it should be the knowledge transfer. They should ensure free flow of knowledge across the shores. Please note, this should not only be limited to phone calls but it should also include in-person visits.

The best way of this is the temporary rotation of people who work at client site and asking them to work at offshore for 3-6 months before they could go back. This is very important to ensure that the culture and sincerity of client location comes to offshore and shared with the team. This also ensures that teams across the shores understand the problem (technical, operational, managerial or personal) faced at these locations and bridge the trust deficit.

So if you are also struggling to build a multi-location team, you need to ensure two-way flow of people and knowledge. Failing to do so, you are only ensuring failure of the project in near to long term.

Eve-teasing at work-place? What is the solution?

Recently, I was having a conversation with one of my colleagues, a small-town girl, who doesn’t want to hurt anybody, who wants to do her own work and who doesn’t want people to think that she is arrogant just because she is beautiful. She wants to stay away from lime-light. But these are few things she hasn’t got in this society. After joining corporate world, she thought, probably she will meet more mature and professional people but unfortunately that has remained illusion for her. Although, I have heard such incidents many times, but this time I was hearing it from first person point of view.

In India, a land of suppressed feelings and low female-to-male ratio, it has been a challenge for administration at all levels to curtail the incidents of eve-teasing. Where, in places like Mumbai, girls are ready to take head-on with those road-side Romeos, a small-town girl is still scared of confronting her teasers. At many occasions, it’s even more difficult for a girl to work in an office because she finds many of her colleagues are not professionals but are X-ray machines who always try to scan her from multiple angles. She feels intimidated of confronting them. She doesn’t want to complain to HR because she understands that may end-up ruining the career of that person and she herself may become the villain in her own organization.

In corporate world, where we think that we provide a safe and relaxed environment for female employees, it is even easier for those who get involved in such teasing. This is because, in most of the offices, contact details of all employees are so easily available that no romeo needs to make any effort in getting a contact number or email address of a girl. In fact, with the excuse of some unnecessary work, these guys keep interrupting their female colleagues through online messaging software. These guys either are not aware or do not understand the gravity of the potential issue that could cost them dearly. They might not be aware about the incident, when a person who could have been the CEO of India’s second largest IT organization had to resign on similar charges.

This problem is so much imbibed in our society that to find a one solution of this is almost impossible. But as managers, at whatever level we are, we are required to ensure that we are approachable but professional with all of our colleagues. We should ensure that we ourselves do not get involved in any such activity because that would be detrimental to the project activities, organization’s culture and confidence of our female colleagues in their managers and organization in whole.

We, ourselves, should avoid calling our sub-ordinates (especially person from opposite sex) after office hours unless there is some urgent official work that requires her intervention. We should not initiate and ask any of our female colleagues for lunch/dinner out of office because she might not be able to say no but she might not like that as well and still she has to do because you are her senior. We should also avoid asking them any personal question unless she initiates the conversation because those questions might make her uncomfortable. We should only show our business towards what is required at work. You might not have any wrong intention but it’s your responsibility that you don’t give wrong impression as well.

In short, it is our highest responsibility that we walk and ensure all of our sub-ordinates are walking this thin line of professionalism very carefully. Any wrong step may ruin your image, confidence of your employees in you and the organization’s culture. We should strive to provide a safe and professional environment to all of our colleagues. It’s not only HR’s job.

Where is corruption?

"My father paid bribe for my birth certificate .I repaid the dues by bribing to get his death certificate. Is this the Independence that our forefathers sacrificed their everything for?", this is the statement I just encountered in the readers' section of an Indian newspaper.

Corruption is not there only in the government, or in the bureaucracy but its there in the blood and that blood flows in the veins of each & every Indian. There are so many occasions when we ourselves not a victim of corruption but a part of corruption. Some of them are:

- Organizing an event or party but paying the bills without any taxes

- Not getting Income Tax Refund, paid the bribe to IT officer to expedite the process

- Could not buy Train ticket because of Crowd on the counter, so paid the money to Ticket collector just to save the fines

- Planning to get the Passport, paid the bribe for police verification, to speed up the process

and many more...

So in short, corruption is not something which we can blame on others, it is in our culture, in our roots and in our veins.

Habitat For Humanity... Built and Donated two homes

I was leading the team to lay down the lawn. It was one of the unique experiences of my life.

During the time when I was working on these homes, I realized one thing that whatever is luxury in India that is a necessity in USA. We hardly have lawns at our homes in India but in USA, that we take for granted that it is a necessity. This is the difference between two largest democracies of world, one of which is a developed economy while other is still developing.

A family that got one of two homes. I could see the the happiness and satisfaction on the faces of 29 year old Mother and her 5 kids.

First hand account from Mumbai

This is the mail, I got from one of my friends who was there, with her friend, in Cafe Leopard at the time Mumbai Massacre. When they were trying to save themselves from the blind gunshots, they found themselves in Hotel Taj. Here they tell what happened there, & how they could survive & manage to return back to their home.

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(from Dara, a young architect on vacation, and a former roommate of my girlfriend as well as Bassam)

mumbai: my story and how i survived.

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Today at 5:50am

Thanks to all of those who wrote me notes and posted on my wall. i just wanted to take a moment to pay respects to those who lost their lives to save us. I am praying for the hotel staff, police, and other reinforcements that were brought into Mumbai that deadly night that should have never occurred.

The horrific acts that happened in Mumbai was a life altering experience for me and something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Around 9:40 pm I went to the night market with my friend John.

As the store were closing we were excited to take a drink in the famous cafe, Leopolds- A small cafe that opens up completely to the street. After finishing a tall glass of watermelon juice there was a huge boom that hit an aquarium in the back of the room.

Everyone turned around simply think 'what was that?' but not expecting anything serious. The next thing I knew consecutive shots rang non-stop across the room. John threw me to the floor screaming "GET DOWN!" My purse was in the seat next to me, but I didn't even think for a second about it. I was bent over trying to run out. John pushed me to the floor again. I believed he saved my life. I still don't understand how I made it out when I later read there were two gunmen walking in with large guns. There was glass in my hands, the skin on my knees were rubbed off from hitting the floor- yet I couldn't feel the pain. My heart and adrenaline were so high I was just thinking "this IS NOT really happening to me". I never thought in a million years that I would ever be involved in a situation such as the ones I had read in the news. All I remember that night is running as fast as I could because I was convinced they would bomb the café. As I picked myself up off the glass shards on the floor I bolted down the road, my left hand dripping in blood. My shoes fell off, but I didn't care, I just kept running. John was right behind me, as he got closer he took my hand and said 'Don't ever let go of my hand'. I remember my way back to the hotel we had checked in at 9 hours before- The Taj Palace. It was only 3-4 minutes before we got to the hotel. John stopped and said "No! the Taj will be a target for sure!" but there we were, his pants splattered with someone else's blood, my hand dripping in my own. We had no other place to go. We didn't know the city yet, and we needed help. For it felt like the most secure place since we only had

half a second to make a move.

I walked through a line of cab drivers who stood there in confusion on the bullets they had heard just down the streets. All the doormen and guests turned to stare at john and I who came storming in with blood on our hands. The guests dressed in the fine evening wear stood at the glass lobby entrance, staring out in curiosity about the gun shots.They sounded like a string of fireworks going off. They were shocked when they saw us pace in. The Taj staff was continuously wonderful. The minute I entered the lobby, a man sat quickly took us to the couches in the lobby, sat me down and had someone run to grab a towel.

As soon he came back to wipe my leg, the all too familiar sound of gun shots came back into the lobby. I was so terrified I never even turned around to look at them, b ut was later told that they were men dressed in black with large guns shooting everyone in site. All I knew is that as soon as I heard those shots again I dove for the closed double doors on my right side. The men who were helping me did too. It was just an instinct we all just ran as fast as we could to the doors- I didn't even know where they led to. This all happened in literally seconds. It was a restaurant. There were still guests dining at the table with looks of confusion. We dashed through the restaurant looking for any door to run through-quite certain that somebody would follow us. We ran straight into the Kitchen. Stopped at the dead end. There was one exit door in the back that somebody had locked. I didn't have time for tears. I was set on survival.

The hotel staff was amazing!-especially one man in particular named Javed. He told everyone to stay calm, we were safe, the doors were locked. We didn't believe him. We knew they had guns and could burst in at any moment if they wanted to. There was an Indian girl next to me who was crying hysterically because she had separated from her friend and mother in the lobby. There was a Muslim women on the floor praying for her life. John and I, both Christian, knelt down beside her and repeated the Lord's prayer over and over again. The Hindu women with us were also praying. There in the kitchen three separate religions prayed for the same thing. Asking God to spare our lives. Although the room was filled with chefs, hotel staff, guests of different nationalities, different social classes, different religious backgrounds- absolutely NOTHING separated us that night. We were all the same. We were all holding one and others arms saying "it is going to be okay, the police will be here soon." The hotel staff was on the phone calling for reinforcement. Meanwhile, Javed came back with a first aid kit and continued to dress John and mine's wounds. As he was cleaning them the hotel staff came back to tell us that it would be safer if we came back into the restaurant because they had blocked the doors. We were scared if it was safe or not, but proceeded to the restaurant because we did not want to be in the kitchen alone. There was a large grand piano pushed against the doors and furniture piled up on top of it.

The rest of the story is written by John: ....30 others were already in there, and after our entry, they barricaded the doors with a grand piano. What followed, for us, was eight hours of entrapment, while guns, bombs and most terrifyingly an ever louder fire raged outside.

I am amazed at how lucid we were throughout the ordeal. Our bodies provide us with incredible clarity in a crisis. I kept thinking of Winston Churchill's quote, "When you're going through hell… keep going". Still, we were terrified. Stupidly, I persuaded Dara not to call her par ents. Thinking of my own mother, I thought she might have a heart attack if she knew what was happening. I wish I hadn't done this. Everyone else was on their cell phone.

The people in our room made the scene feel like a movie set: covered Islamic women, a hard focused German businessman, a tender hearted French, obnoxious hipsters, lithe and immaculately dressed blonde Russian girls, Indians, Muslims, Christians. Everyone of all religions were praying together that night on the floor of that restaurant.

Our first evacuation attempt, around 3 or 4 am, ended in more gunfire, and the few who had ventured out of the room, raced back in. Miraculously, we were evacuated around 7am.

It wasn't until I learned the news of what had happened, until I digested my own relief that I began to cry. I read about the deaths of the chief of police, the chief of counter-terrorism, the burned wife and children of the hotel manager, and I began to weep. I thought of the incredible and admirable bravery, presence and commitment of the Taj staff. And I thought of all these people, big and small, that had given so much to save us. I still cry when I think of it.

The journey home to was another adventure. We didn't know if it the attack was a one off event or the start of war, and we hurried to exit the country. Terrified, we waited 25 minutes to be let into the US embassy, while they checked their computers for our reco rds. Even though we had called three times to report we were coming and they had our names. It would have been a good tip for them to actually pre-print the identification of all of the Americans who had called in to state their names. As cars drove by the street in front of the embassy, I felt like I was sitting on top of a bull's eye. The guards did not speak English. The reception was staffed by an Indian, who would not come to the gate. We crouched behind a concrete piling, and I scanned the horizon for potential terrorists. When we were finally let in, an Indian woman told me I would need to pay $200 to get an emergency passport.. How did they know if we even had money? Dara lost her money, credit cards and even shoes in the attack at Leopold's. Luckily I had one credit card in my pocket.

Despite having only one other couple in their office, we waited two and a half hours for emergency passports. We were hoping to leave before sunset. We appreciated the fact that the embassy was working around the clock, and they explained that we waited almost three hours because they were busy answering the phones, but I felt that they were more helpful on the phone telling us to "stay calm" then actually helping us in person when we actually really needed it.

Before we arrived to the US embassy, the Taj staff at the evacuation center had taken photos on a digital camera and printed six passport sized pho tos for us. The embassy said the photos were not acceptable – they were not professionally taken. They told me that because they had no camera man, and I would need to go back into Mumbai to find a photo center. Everything in the city was closed. I was flabbergasted. The British embassy had sent emissaries to the evacuation center, the Spanish had arranged military transport for evacuation, and here, wearing ripped and bloody clothes, the US embassy was telling me I couldn't have an emergency passport because the quality of my photographs were not professionally taken. We screamed at them, and they acquiesced. I was further surprised to lean that we had to obtain a new visa from the Indian government to leave the country. The only place to obtain this was the South Mumbai police headquarters, which had also been attacked. The US embassy tried and failed to waive this rule. We had to go..

Remarkably, heroically, the driver the Taj hotel had provided us, Jabraj, had patiently waited for us during the 2+ hour delay at the US embassy. The embassy was kind enough to lend us one of our staff to help us find the Indian visa office, and so an extremely brave Indian woman nicknamed 'Nicky' went along. As we drove back into Colaba, the streets filled with police and army personnel. We found the visa office, and pulled in, but had to back up the car, as they were hauling out a dead body. When we got into the police station,20it was amazing how quick the Indians acting in getting our paper work done in less than five minutes!

Eventually we made it out of the country. I have seen in the press criticism of the hotel, of the Indian government and of their police, but I cannot sing their praises loudly enough. Their courage is inspiring. We mourn the horrendous loss of life. For those of us who survived, how will we ever repay this debt?

I am praying for guidance on what to do now, on how I can help. I am praying for the families of the deceased, and I am praying for the leaders of India. Violence cannot be defeated with violence, and an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind.

If anyone has any information on how we can help India please contact me and others around the world to pitch in. Additionally, I hope that this news will allow our government gain insight from the situation- even if it is as simple as having a Polaroid camera on site or training techniques to better prepare US embassies around the world for the future.

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Drama is over....What next?

After a long struggle, & loosing some 195 people which includes 3 senior officers of police, a Major of NSG & several other police-men, the catastrophic drama is over. First time Mr. Home Minister did something good for the country & that is by putting down his papers.

People are anguished, deserted & angry on the failure of the government & its policies on terrorism. Postmortem has been started by Media Channels. Government is again blaming Pakistan for this & as usual Pakistan is saying when they themselves are victim of terrorism, why Indian Government is blaming them for this incident.

Things are being discussed but nothing is coming out. Leave common man, Government itself doesn't seem to be focused. Politicians are trying to blame others, for their mistakes; Government is confused, don't know what to do; & common man is feeling debilitated & enervated because of these continuous acts of terrorism. Taj has estimated the total loss to INR. 5 billions which doesn't include the hit on the brand India. India is not being perceived as safe country. Governments of different countries are asking their citizens for deferring the plans of traveling India, If any.

And in all this, I am feeling afflicted & tormented because I am seeing Brand India is being tarnished, my country is being perceived as unsafe country & the government is not able to understand how to handle this situation.

Spirit becomes Excuse

Every time heard about these incidents, I feel so helpless as nothing is in our hand while dealing with the bastards who had been attacking the sovereignty of the largest Democracy. In last couple of months, almost all the big cities of India have gone through several terrorist attacks & I don't know who is to blame. But If somebody asks me the same question then my question would be "Not at least Terrorists" , the simple reason is because they are terrorists & you can't expect anything good from them for the humanity. They are properly brain-washed by few radical group of people. If not they, then who should be blamed, simple answer comes to my mind is our soft attitude towards terrorism by the politicians & the government.

We have a Prime Minister, who just doesn't know what to do in these kind of crisis, who is a great economist, good bureaucrat or you can also say great scholar but sadly not a deserving candidate for Prime-minister's office. I don't know what goes in the Prime-minister office but at least it gives the impression that even that novice Gandhi Scion has more powers then Mr. Prime-minister. Then comes our Mr. Home-minster, first question arises when the people of his own constituency didn't find him capable of representing him in the parliament political party, how could our oldest political party choose him for the portfolio of home ministry & only Her Highness can give the answer. Next great personality who knocks on the doors of my mind is Mr Chief Minister, Mumbai. And you know what, I feel, he doesn't have any control on any activity happening in his state which has been proved very well in last couple of months. Besides these 'Three Stooges', there are few for whom militancy means one community only. They try to certify that anybody from their community can not be a terrorist even if prime suspects of any heinous crime are from his community.

Anyway, here I want to emphasize on the latest one in the list of terror acts of world history. The attack on Mumbai is very different from other terrorist activities in last few years. Here, innocent people were captivated without any reason, no use of big explosive was done though it was planned if terrorists had survived a little more. The only incident in India I can relate with this incident is the Plane Hijack in December 1999 though in that incident, people were made hostages with the demand of acquittal of three militants which were in Indian jails which didn't happen this time. They came with the solo motto of killing as many people as possible wanting nothing in return.

In these kind of situations, its very difficult to save the people because at one side security forces have to eliminate all the militants ensuring that no innocent give the life. At this time, the united courage of the hostages could be very supportive in handling the situation and rescuing maximum no. of people.

In 1999, Rupin Katyal was the one who protested a bit though it was a failed effort & cost him his life but when similar effort (a united effort) was made in the United 93 flight, which was allegedly targeted to Capitol Building OR White house, by the passengers of that flight, they saved the the capital of their nation & proved the patriotism.

In the Taj-Oberoi incident we lost more then 150 innocent people till now & death toll is still increasing intermittently. If even 50 people there could have the spirit of 'DO & Die' and protest against those terrorist in a united form, so many lives could be saved.

Here, what I think, are few possible steps which could help India in becoming a Safe country:

1. At least one young Man from each family should be sponsored for a compulsory Army Training for 1-2 years. If I get a chance now, I'll be the first one in accepting this challenge.

2. Second Police Force should be paid well. In USA, a police-man is being paid a salary more then a Software Engineer, but in India, a Police man with a service of 10 years is being paid half salary then a Software Engineer with 2 years of service.

3. Third, if history repeats itself and anyone of us finds him/herself in the hostages, don't just pray for your life,go ahead & motivate fellow people who could help you in fighting with those terrorists. If nobody agrees then fight alone, because you don't know if you'll remain to fight the terrorism after that.

Today I may not know anything but what I know is if I find myself any of the situations like United 93(Plane crashed after attack on twin towers), IA 814(Kandhar Plane Hijack) Or Taj Hotel, I'll not just come out without fighting.

Localized in a Globalized world

Yesterday I was reading an article on Rediff.com which was talking about the large population of Indian Americans who are more inclined towards Mr. Obama in coming Presidential election. In the same article I came across a society [SAALT(South Asian Americans Leading Together)] which fights for the Americans who are natives of South Asia & are victim of Hate Crimes by Native Americans.

Here I was seeing how difficult situations many Asians have gone through while staying in United States. There was a guy who was shot by few people & caught paralysis. Now his life has bound to a Wheel-chair, he can't work or I should say he is nothing but a dependent creature in this independent world. There was another old person who was beaten by few boys who were saying that this person should leave their country & go back to his home country.

There were many such instances when South Asian people were at the receiving end of Hate Crimes but my intention on writing this topic is not to emphasize what is happening with Indians in America but what I want to ask how we talk about free trade market, equal opportunities across the globe for any body of any ethnicity when we, ourselves, can't let our fellow Indians to work in our state. This is nothing but hypocrisy that we are lobbying in United States for allowing our people to work there by favoring Off-shoring but, a big BUT, we can't save the livelihood of our own citizens in our own country.

Today, I don't know what makes our fellow Indians to say that India is a greatest country in the world. We crib about our culture being ruined by western influence, but, frankly we don't have any culture if we can't respect the freedom of individuals, no Country is great if its people can't come together & fight against sinisters.

When a foreigner comes & replace a local worker in any job, a feeling of resentment is inevitable, but the kind of drama is going in India makes me feel ashamed that even after few thousands year of Indian history, we are still divided on the basis of cast & state.

The Only question I am asking here is why can't we called Indians only rather then Hindu, Muslim OR Bihari, Maharastrian.

Power is slipping......

This was a good discussion on Globalization, hearing views of different people in different countries & there apprehensions on the same. We were having dinner in a good restaurant of Atlanta Suburb. Our Client was treating us for the great work we had been doing for last couple of months. We were 5 people, two big managers of Client & two small developers-cum-designers-cum-analysts & one middle level manager from Vendor. Demographically one is Iranian, one is native from Czechoslovakia but a patriot of America & three Indians.

Between three glasses of Red wine & two Classic Martinis of Vodka, many social topics like food, wines, culture, profession & many things were being discussed. We talked about Iran, its home affairs & international affairs, its strained relationship with United states & how people live & think there & what we got to know that things which are in media are just contributing in making a bad impression about a country which otherwise a simple country of normal people.

As we're discussing these issue, topics like economy, cause of its depression & prospective consequences of the same were on the dinner table. It was first time when I realized how worried our fellow Americans are for the future of their children in a world where two different countries would have taken the tag of superpowers. There were not blind who couldn't see the Chinese domination in the manufacturing sector for making goods for the consumers in United states. They were also seeing how India is getting ready to capture the service sector & how Indians are few of the most competitive people in the world along with Chinese. The new thing what I got to know was people in America are worried up to this level that they are planning to teach their another foreign language other then French, Spanish & that is Mandarin. They should be very happy that they don't need to teach & learn Hindi cause even many Indians don't require Hindi at their work & English is the contact language.

At the time of so called recession which is not American only but Global, Anxiousness prevails even more that whats future has for their next generation. In whole discussion my only point was that in this global scenario, nothing in the world, can survive on itself. All markets are penetrated so much by other imported products that it becomes a little bit difficult to imagine that they would be able to work without one another.

IT & India....

Just now I was reading a story on rediff.com titled as "How IT changed the lives of rural youth". It is so true that IT & India are compliment to each other & in current scenario, either can't survive without other. I personally know many people who could change their & their family's life just because of the Information Technology. The erstwhile considered bane of India, its population, came out as a boon. People, who had never thought that their kids will go anywhere outside their village, are seeing their lives flourishing across the shores in cities like Amsterdam, Chicago, Shanghai, London & NYC. People who could never afford to buy a bicycle for their kids are now traveling in luxury cars like BMW & Mercs bought by their kids who earn green bucks.

And the wonderful thing is this is not the story of one or two guys who worked hard, studied under the lamp-post & had a meal in a day, this is the story of N no. of people who devoted & sacrificed all of the pleasure of their lives to make their children capable enough to earn this kind of life.

This is nothing but the start of a journey which is going to change the life of a big part of Indian population. I bow to the people who worked hard to make India an IT superpower.

Expectations...

"Keep your expectations low"; "Hope for the best but be prepared for the worst"; "Don't expect anything from others", these are the few statements we generally hear in our life and every-time I feel cheated or depressed or disappointed then I start thinking about these facts of our life.

These things teach me one more thing & that is "Never feel deserted if something goes wrong & never go overjoyed if something goes right". It makes me advise others that though celebration should be appropriate but should not go beyond a limit & similarly we should not over-criticize ourselves for a failure.
Connecting to this, is our latest visit to the historical city of Washington DC. Actually this trip started with New York & because we had enough time to include an extra place in our tourism plan we chose Washington because of its proximity to New York. As much we liked New York, Washington disappointed us. After seeing New York, we had the similar expectations from Washington too. The life & the crowd, what we had in New York, were found missing in Washington. We did find Washington boring not because it is so but because we expected something which is not its nature. We tried to compare two different kind of cities, we tried to compare Times Square with Jefferson Memorial. We might have found it interesting if we had gone there without any expectation.
So Now I am just thinking, is it just our hopes & expectations which make outcomes of few events bad & disappointing while of other seems to be great?

Rise in Love or Fall in Love

"I have fallen in love with her", yesterday one of my friends was telling me pointing to one of her friends. He is not the type of guy who, I believe, had ever been in these things. He did well in his academics & then in his career too. His colleagues used to think that he was a diligent guy, all of his bosses were impressed by his sincerity, attitude & performance. He has been giving good results & always rising since his first day in the corporate culture.
That is what the point of my thinking that a person, who had never fallen in his life, was saying that he had fallen & that’s in LOVE. As much I've heard & understand from others' experiences that love brings happiness in life, it makes you a better person, it gives you a confidence you need and so on. Then how can anybody fall in love. All those characteristics of love I know do not ally with this at least.
In my opinion, if you have started liking somebody and, you think, not just you want to live but you can't live without him/her, then you are in love. And when you are in love, you don't fall in love but you rise in love.

So what is your take on that? Have you fallen in love :-)?

Lead India..II

Two simple alphabets...D...O, place them side by side however & they form a word powerful enough to turn mass of people into a nation.......
Do
The last time we decided to Do or Die it changed the map of the world.
Today we reached to a stage where the eyes of the world are on us again.
So what are we going to do?
How are we going to change a land of philosophers into a land of Doers?
Are we going to keep thinking about what we should be doing or do something about what we are thinking?
Are we going to simply shrug our shoulders & blame our infrastructure & our bureaucracy or are we going to roll-up our sleeves, get up & actually do something about it?

The truth is this.... thinking may happen from an arm chair but doing must happen from your feet.
Thinking may be a great way of getting things started but doing is the only way to get things done.
And let’s face it, you never really caught in a traffic jam, you are the traffic Jam.

Today we are in 60th year of independence, 60 full years, more then a half a century but we are still happy being called an Emerging Economy, a Potential Superpower or a Sleeping Tiger. This must change.
& it’s only possible when some of us dare to be the change

Let’s stop basking about a glorious future & day dreaming about a great future.

Let’s start by dominating today & domination………

……..DOmination starts with DO.

- Excerpts from Lead India TV Ad.

Lead India..... - I

Scene:

Police-man is sleeping in his official vehicle.

It’s raining. Kids are playing in the street. One tree has fallen down may be because of strong winds or heavy rain. Unfortunately, tree is in middle of the road & has jammed the traffic. Everyone is blaming local authorities for not clearing the obstacle in their way because of which they are not able to move towards opportunities lying ahead in their way.

One Gentleman : Isliye tax bharte hein kyaa (Frustrated person is shouting why the hell do they pay taxes). But I don't think there is anybody noticing him except one policeman who just shows him a stick & ask him to go away.

PA of a local politician : Sir aapke liye us paar car ka intezaam kiya hai (Sir we have managed a car for you other side of the broken tree). But I don't think this person even deserve to have a cycle on public expenses.

One Girl : I just hate this country (Must be coming from somewhere where there is no problem). But I think she should first hate herself that she is saying these words.

Either everybody is cursing somebody for this thing, or they are just not bothered enough to see what is happening there. People are just somehow managing to pass this obstacle in their own way.
Kids are playing

In this turmoil, we see a kid, must be coming back from his school, seeing everything, noticing his fellow countrymen, suddenly realizes that there is nobody who is thinking of removing this log of wood from the road so everybody could move forward. He gets down from his school bus & starts walking towards that obstruction lying down in his way to his home.

Still he is not noticeable.

Few People are still cursing somebody who is not there to reply them.
Few are just not worried about anything because they are not compelled to care about that.
Now that little boy comes closer to the tree, drops his bag, & starts pushing the tree. Not to surprise, it is not even quivering a little bit. He is still trying but of no effect. Now people start noticing him but they are not even thinking of helping him. Everybody is cursing the mess but nobody is bothered enough to help this kid in clearing this mess. Suddenly some street kids join him. Then few people join him, few more & after sometime its sizable number of people who could push that tree out of the road.

This was one of the videos for promotion of Lead India initiative from Times group.

I don't know why but I was so much moved by this clip that it brought tears in my eyes. I was not thinking what those people were doing, I was thinking if I have done anything which could bring me a closer to this daring boy. Answer was affirmative but few times. That means I still need to work hard with honesty & sincerity for getting more 'Yes' then the 'No' when answering this question.

Today I am asking myself this question. What about you?

If you wish you can see this video on YouTube

"Missing you...."

My Guitar Club is Missing me, I miss my college buddies; you may be missing her, she may be too; My family is missing me & I miss them too. There are so many people you may be missing but How does it feel when somebody says "missing you / Tumhaari yaad aa rahi hai"? Obviously great, at least I feel great. Whenever somebody says that s/he is missing your presence either because of some special occasion or just without any reason, you feel lucky because at least there is somebody who cares for you, who needs you with him/her, who thinks your presence could make those moments of their life even more cheerful which are not more then some happy moments now.

But is it really easy to express to somebody that you are missing her/him? Definitely it is not that easy as it may sound. It has been more then 10 years since my high school, I have never told my family that I am missing them. Was it because I didn't miss them? No, I miss them most but now I feel I can't say that to them because it will show that I am not strong enough, which is not admissible to me.

In the same manner there are many people who are missing you, who need you in their life but never told you this ever. But, believe me, you should not do the same. Always express it if you are missing somebody or otherwise you may loose that person because s/he doesn't know if you really need her/him in your life.

So..Go....Grab the moment & Express what you need to say.

EGO....My Biggest Enemy

"The “I” or self of any person; a person as thinking, feeling, and willing, and distinguishing itself from the selves of others and from objects of its thought." this is the way in which Dictionary.com defines Ego.

I have lost many people I wanted to be with & I don't know thats because of me, my ego or because of the other person. I am shy of talking to others because I am afraid of being ridiculed. Though its not up to the extent that I could term it Catagelophobia, but I have definitely suffered a lot from it. People say I am confident, people say I am very active but nobody knows how much effort I make to overcome this fear. But when it comes to personal relationships this fear is still invincible for me.

I don't know why its today that I am thinking about it, may be because today I am realizing that its a long way I need to go to exterminate this ego from my inner self, otherwise I'll find myself alone in this world in the crowd of billions.

Hope...The Spinal Cord of The Life

Hope is the only thing which remains there till you die because once you loose hope you are not alive any more. Sometimes you know the truth but you choose not to believe it because you gotta hope that things will turn up in the way you want. But there are many times when you face something which makes you realize that you are not practical towards the life & expecting something to happen which is next to impossible.

When you like someone you like everything about her/him, you like everything linked to her & everything having a least similarity with her. Today I like all natives of one particular state, I like all people who got anything matches with her, because that reminds me about her & that make me smile. We know we are poles apart but what make me feel good that opposite poles attract each other though on the contrary what we forget every time that though opposite poles attract each other they never meet.

Its not that I am not trying, but when anybody asks me about anybody I like the most, its only one face which comes to my mind.

Its almost everyday that my colleagues ask me about my girl-friend, a person I love & every time I am not sure what to say. I can't tell that there is someone I have a big crush on but we are not more then friends any more.......

....& I don't see any other in my life so close at least in near future.