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December 28, 2008

Captain Cool - My MSD !!

The story of Indian cricket over the last 12 months has been the story of M.S. Dhoni. The year 2008 was special for Gautam Gambhir and Virender Sehwag, emotional for Sourav Ganguly and Anil Kumble, forgettable for Rahul Dravid, exceptional for Zaheer Khan and Ishant Sharma, and foolhardy for Harbhajan Singh. India vanquished Australia, crumbled against Ajantha Mendis before fighting back, pulverised England, drew with South Africa, and hosted the first IPL. But each of these tales - from the Rs 6-crore price-tag to the five-over captaincy offer to Ganguly in his final Test - had Dhoni sidebars attached to them.

Looking closely, you would realise that they weren't mere asides.A study of Dhoni, the skipper, must start with a quick glance at the background of the two other Indian captains who seemed to have a similar, inspirational hold over the team.Mansur Ali Khan Pataudi, trained without mercy by his father, is considered the first of India's path-breaking skippers. Forget the results, though there were some very creditable ones, what made Pataudi different was the confidence he gave his teammates. Crafty on the field, with no insecurities of his own, he dealt with his players like a well-meaning monarch off it.Then, 30 years later, with Indian cricket mired in match-fixing scandals and parochial selection policies, with their tag of poor travellers more well-entrenched, came Sourav Ganguly. Born into a rich business family, Ganguly's dependence on cricket was not monetary. A very good batsman who couldn't make the transition to greatness, his contribution to Indian cricket must be measured by the barriers he broke as a leader.Liberated because of their backgrounds, Pataudi and Ganguly were able to bring to the team a sense of freedom that no one else could.

Despite growing over the last decade into a country that allows the freedom of aspiration, India wouldn't have thought that the next captain with a shot at path-breaking greatness would come not even from the burgeoning urban middle-class but a poorer small town.What is it that gives Dhoni the belief to back his players, battle selectors, give it back to the opposition, take hard decisions about seniors, and refer to India as "my team" with such frequency that he sometimes sounds arrogant?When the story came out about his disagreement with the selectors over their decision to drop R.P. Singh, Dhoni called the leak "disgusting", and even sarcastically suggested that there should be live TV in the meeting room.He placed a rare, ultra-defensive 8-1 field in Nagpur against Australia, and then told the visiting journalists in almost as many words how there were double standards about what was acceptable on the field of play ("When they do it, it is called strategy").

While his colleagues, some of them far more illustrious cricketers, are still trapped in their own insecurities, fearing they'll be dropped for the next match, what that might mean for their endorsement contracts, how they should deal with the media and the officials to ensure a longer run, to Dhoni these are trifles he couldn't be bothered with. It's as if he's thinking the money and the fame he's got is already enough, beyond his wildest dreams, so why worry about what will happen if he gets no more? Freedom of expression is a natural corollary of such a mindset.It may be early days still for Dhoni to be placed alongside Pataudi and Ganguly. Longevity, results and, most importantly, being a catalyst of long-term attitudinal change, are the yardsticks great skippers are measured against.But Dhoni has made the perfect start, even better than the two he now seems destined to emulate....!!

December 18, 2008

CAT - a MBA Rat Race

Just for one of my sweet friend....who is depressed at messed up CAT n IIFT..ya i know MBA rat race is like that only...heartbreaking at times...but still keeps you glued...

"QUIT! GIVE UP! YOU'RE BEATEN!" They shout and plead,
There's just too much against you now, this time you can't succeed.
And as I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakened will as I recall that scene.
For just the thought of that short race rejuvenates my being.
A children's race, young boys, young men; now I remember well.
Excitement, sure, but also fear; it wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope. Each thought to win that race.
Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place.
And fathers watched from off the side, each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his dad that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went, young hearts and hopes of fire.
To win, to be the hero there, was each young boy's desire.
And one boy in particular, his dad was in the crowd,
Was running near the lead and thought, "My dad will be so proud."

But as he speeded down the field across a shallow dip,
The little boy who thought to win, lost his step and slipped.
Trying hard to catch himself, his hands flew out to brace,
And mid the laughter of the crowd, he fell flat on his face.

So down he fell and with him hope. He couldn't win it now.
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell, his dad stood up and showed his anxious face,
Which to the boy so clearly said, "Get up and win that race!"

He quickly rose, no damage done - behind a bit, that's all,
And ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall.
So anxious to restore himself to catch up and to win,
His mind went faster than his legs. He slipped and fell again.

He wished that he had quite before with only one disgrace.
I'm hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn't try to race.
But, in the laughing crowd he searched and found his father's face
That steady look that said again, "Get up and win the race."

So, he jumped up to try again. Ten yards behind the last.
If I'm to gain those yards, he thought, I've got to run real fast.
Exceeding everything he had, he regained eight or ten,
But trying so hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.

Defeat! He lay there silently, a tear dropped from his eye.
There's no sense running anymore - three strikes and I'm out - why try?
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had flew away.
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.

I've lost, so what's the use, he thought, I'll live with my disgrace.
But then he thought about his dad, who soon he'd have to face.
"Get up," an echo sounded low. "Get up and take your place.
You were not meant for failure here, get up and win the race."

With borrowed will, "Get up," it said, "You haven't lost at all,
For winning is not more than this, to rise each time you fall."
So up he rose to win once more. And with a new commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn't quit.

So far behind the others now, the most he'd ever been.
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he'd fallen stumbling, three times he'd rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.

They cheered the winning runner as he crossed first place.
Head high and proud and happy; no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line, last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for finishing the race.

And even though he came in last, with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he'd won the race, to listen to the crowd.
And to his Dad he sadly said, "I didn't do so well."
"To me you won," his father said, "You rose each time you fell."

And when things seemed dark and hard and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy - helps me in my race.
For all of life is like that race, with ups and down and all,
And all you have to do to win - is rise each time you fall.
"Quit!" "GIVE UP, YOU'RE BEATEN." They still shout in my face.
But another voice within me says, "GET UP AND WIN THE RACE!"

September 14, 2008

Technical PJ....

Here is one real Technical can't get better than this.....!! (Warning: Non-Science folks may not enjoy this one so much)

Once all the scientists die and go to heaven............

They decide to play hide-n-seek.........

Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den...........

He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching.....

Everyone starts hiding except Newton.........

Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it rightin front of Einstein...........

Einsteins counting......


He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front........

Einstein says "newtons out..newtons....out....."

Newton denies and says i am not out........

He claims tht he is not Newton......

All the scientists come out and he proves tht he is not newton..........


....scroll down......... further..............

His proof:

Newton says:

I am standing in a square of area 1m square.....

That means i am Newton per meter square......Hence i am Pascal....since newton per meter
square = Pascal wink.gif

April 15, 2008

Mein Jahan Bhi Rahoon !!

My dear brother,

Thanks for your kind letter and for the 50-fr. note in contained.There are many things I should like to write you about, but I feel it useless. I hope you have found those worthy gentlemen favorably disposed toward you.Your reassuring me as to the peacefulness of your household was hardly worth the trouble, I think, having seen the weal and woe of it for myself. And I quite agree with you that rearing a boy on a fourth floor is a hell of a job for you as well as for Jo.Since the thing that matters most is going well, why should I say more about things of less importance? My word, before we have a chance to talk business more collectedly, we shall probably have a long way to go.The other painters, whatever they think, instinctively keep themselves at a distance from discussions about the actual trade.Well, the truth is, we can only make our pictures speak. But yet, my dear brother, there is this that I have always told you, and I repeat it once more with all the earnestness that can be expressed by the effort of a mind diligently fixed on trying to do as well as possible - I tell you again that I shall always consider you to be something more than a simple dealer in , that through my mediation you have your part in the actual production of some canvases, which will retain their calm even in the catastrophe.For this is what we have got to, and this is all or at least the main thing I can have to tell you at a moment of comparative crisis. At a moment when things are very strained between dealers in pictures of dead artists, and living artists.Well, my own work, I am risking my life for it and my reason has half foundered because of it--that's all right--but you are not among the dealers in men as far as I know, and you can still choose your side, I think, acting with humanity, but que veux-tu?

Don't worry....I am not committing suicide ;)....had jst an interesting bit to share....

This is the suicide letter of Van Gogh...

Vincent van Gogh was an influential artist during the nineteenth century. Widely believed to have been struggling with depression and insanity,he went out to a nearby field and shot himself in the chest, before stumbling back to his house where his brother Theo cared for him for two days, before he finally died. Although he had sent a letter to Theo only three days earlier, he was carrying another letter to his brother on his person at the time of his suicide, largely seen as a suicide note.

March 24, 2008

Racing Funda....

Came across this PJ on my college forums. Can't help in sharing this one....

Tortoise and rabbit gave CEE exam and tortoise got 80% and rabbit got 81%.

Both wanted admission in a good engineering college, cut off was 85%.

Rabbit dint get but tortoise got it...


Ans: Remember tortoise had won the race when you were in first standard..

So.. Sports quota!!!! laugh.gif

March 23, 2008

When Genuis lost its Magic !!

Kagaaz Ke Phool, is a cult classic Hindi movie of 1959, produced, directed and acted by Guru Dutt.The film was a box office disaster of its time but was later resurrected as a world cinema cult classic in the 1980s. The theme and tone of this movie were ages ahead of the Indian audience of the 50s who were used to simpler plots and story lines. The underlying tones of the film were complex and story was controversial for the time.This movie came as a shocker specially since it was released after the stupendous success of Pyaasa, another Guru Dutt cult classic. Here are a few interesting facts about the movie.....

- At the film's premiere,Rajendra Prasad,then President of India and invited chief guest, walked out of the cinema hall deeply offended and unsatisfied.

-Audiences in Regal Cinema in Delhi threw stones at the screen during the screening. Reactions like these deeply affected the sensitive and introverted Guru Dutt.

- The cinematographer of Kaagaz Ke Phool was the legendary V.K.Murthy, who has the distinction of making the first Indian film in wide 75 mm Cinemascope, created the sun breaking through studio roof shot in the movie with use of a pair of ordinary mirrors to get a parallel beam, as seen in the song, Waqt Ne Kiya kya haseen sitam.

- An explanation for the inspiration of this movie is Guru Dutt's association with Gyan Mukherjee,the famous 1940s director whose Kismet (1941) had made him into a household name. The life and subsequent failures of Mukherjee, whom Guru Dutt had joined in 1950, influenced him deeply. Many think that Kaghaz ke Phool was based on Gyan Mukherjee's life and failures, as Guru Dutt's previous film Pyaasa had been dedicated to him.

- Many claim that the film is semi-autobiographical of Guru Dutt and that he portrayed his angst in the movie. At the time of production of the film, Guru Dutt's marriage to Geeta Dutt was under strain due to his liking for Waheeda Rehman. This was openly known causing Guru Dutt's personal life to resemble that of the protagonist in the movie

-Even though Guru Dutt produced and acted in two commercially successful and critically acclaimed hits after this, namely Chaudhvin ka chand (1960) and Sahib,Biwi aur Gulam (1962), he NEVER don the role of director again, thus we lost the magic of a truely superb director !!

February 16, 2008

Phoenix Ki Kahani...Humhari Zubaani !!

Here I start my journey back to India…..

I was always skeptical to come here. A number of reasons for that. First, it was too easy for software professional to get here. Everybody comes here. There's really nothing unique about getting to the US. Second, I hated it that the US always seemed to impose itself on every other country - tried to tell the world how to do things while it's own house was, if not a mess, atleast not in order. So why did I come? The project was “technically challenging” and I thought to myself, let me see with my own eyes what this country is all about!

So, of all other beautiful places in US, I landed up in Phoenix! Dry, hot, epitomy of American excess! Big countryside, big cars, big roads, big everything! It was soon after coming here that I realized that We Indo-Americans are vastly different from American foreign policy! (Politics corrupts people, I guess!). With their sense of humour and their warmth, Indo-Americans didn't take long to become endearing!

As usual with Indians, both me and my friends would take off traversing the countryside at the slightest opportunity. Got a chance to see amazing landscapes and sceneries. From the azure blue of the Santa Monica beach to “huge” Grand Canyon to the ethereal colours of Disneyland. From the skyscrapers of San Francisco to “Shamu Mujra” in San Diego, it all was an enthralling experience. Just one thought when we used to come back….why Phoenix is so bad?? 

Phoenix did a number of things to me. I discovered, literally, the virtual world here. The world of the mind, The world of the web.The world of youtube.The world of “bhatti and bakshi” And more than anything else, I discovered friends. Friends who will be dear to me all my life. Friends with whom I've felt I've always known them, friends who've changed from strangers to family within an hour of knowing them. These are the people with whom not only have I had the best experiences with but who have become a part of me. Phoenix to me became a discovery, not only of a city, but of myself.

My mind goes over as many of the memories I can think of. Some of them trivial, some of them fantastic, all memorable. I think about how I became so engrossed in the Discussions I was not even remotely connected! How we got involved in the food making sessions when we didn’t knew an iota of cooking. In essence, how never being an American, I was thinking like one! Living here was making me more aware of Knowledge, and as always, which makes the world more likeable, but makes an individual more complex! A realization that I am very different from what I think I am! As I said earlier, this was a discovery.

So, after 7 months, it does feel strange to leave this place behind. It does feel weird to leave all the friends behind. But it will always feel as if they are a part of what I am today. And in these days of high speed communications (albeit orkut and Gtalk) maybe we'll all still be together in the parallel virtual world.

But as I go back home, I think of what awaits me. India, my world. The one place where anything is possible. The place where I can live at my own terms…A potpourri of everything, literally everything, and still welcoming more. In a strange way, going back feels liberating. Going home gives me a sense of freedom. A freedom to fly and soar. These words (by a poet - Nina Simone) ring in my mind -

Birds flying high, you know how I feel
Stars in the sky, you know how I feel
Leaves drifting on by, you know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good.

It's an old world, it's a new world, and it’s a bold world, for me. From now on…..
Goodbye Phoenix, I'll always miss you. I might have left you, but you'll never leave me.

February 15, 2008

My friends....My thoughts...My feelings - Part 1

Just a few thoughts of my US experience and for all my friends….

At Costco doing shopping yeh Dil maange more and more….
When you know its divide by two, three or four!!

In Bashas Jain picks again a crate of beer which is chilling…
When you know on the counter "Vanessa" is doing the billing!!

Bachelors congratulate as one more person got caged….
When Raman-Sonia gets "virtually" engaged!!

Jeere ki chai n beer ki Maggie would win all eating survey…
When you know Jolly culinary skills are on full display!!!

There are no ‘Ifs’ no ‘buts’ and no show stoppers…
When Jain plays repeatedly his Favorite song 'hip hopper’!!!

12 tickets are asked for six people in a Honolulu bus and we clasp.
When we all came to know that Tamjit is in the elite business class!!!

The muscles get toned meanwhile doing the Gym skills
When you know Varun wants to make full use of his protein pills

Jain acts naive and his head goes under a knife….
When you know Nitika "camera" prank took breadth out of her life!!!

The troubles get whipped from your life basket
When you know Neeraj is there as your “lucky mascot”

Your life automatically gets a ‘Senti’ Dawn…
When you know Ojha’s “aatank” talks are ON!

These days u know its time to go home as clock strike six
When Tammy start working on ‘his own’ code fix.

Life and your trips are along a smooth track down
When you know Lala’s Lal Salaam is around.

Expenses/bookings/calculations are on a right way.
When you know “Gupta tour and Travels” is on the highway!!

Your home wall’s are on a all time under a scan
When you know Chandu is doing his own version of Umaroo-Jan!!

Stuck in a shop like a enduring Magnetics
When you know Katty is doing shopping for her cosmetics

You are Spell- bound and all out and yelling yippee….
When you know Kaps is on her dancing spree!!

The sound decibel graph goes into sky bursting….
When you know Mahajan is in office somewhere laughing!! …..Burarahhhhhhhh 

Goes for a toss project’s development and migration…
When in the night Gupta and Chandna discusses the “common frustration”

We missed among us a devoted budding entrepreneur
When you know Pradeep is busy in his knowledge Transfer!!

Our Lunch will be all well and hale and hearty
When you know Rolly is inviting all of us for a Saturday party…!!

February 14, 2008

Get Set Go - Start Blogging !!

Since long I was in search of a way to express my self, (my ambitions, my dreams, my sorrows, my joys, my doubts , my beliefs, my strengths, my weaknesses ,my fears, my love, my hatred, my thoughts, my philosophy, my hopes, my darker side and everything i can think about myself) in a better way as the unexpressed ideas/emotions/thoughts were affecting my mental state , and the very idea of losing them or forgetting them would be the last thing , I would like to do with them, as they all are very dear to me. Then after a long time , letting have procrastination his own share of time, have decided something.

Blogging has always had caught my attention, but never had enough time to spare for it, Its not that I have become vella now, but some priorities have been changed , So I have got time for this unattended/ignored leisure pursuit of mine.So then it had to follow like this, Create a blog space , Give it a name,LOVE IS ALWAYS NEW,after pondering for a while. Origin of this line comes from Paulo Coelho's Book - By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept. More on this title of the blog later on....Keep Reading !!

P.S.: Dont start taking me as a patient of split/psycho personality after reading this.This is to declare , I m sane enough and have all my rationality intact.