My blog name and why I started blogging ( Day 2 )

First let me answer why I started blogging.

As a kid I have always have been fascinated towards reading and writing except course books, either it be in urdu or hindi or in English. It attracted me towards itself to write. I was never a great expresser through word, so I have to real learner to it to express in writing.

Few years back when I was in college, I and my friend Raj thought of this idea of starting this blog and writing because we both love writing. For me it was simple, I love the writing part and I wanted some where to express myself. Where people don’t judge on how well or bad you have written. That’s how I started blogging. I still remember my first blog was about the “TV going regional way”. Slowly and gradually I picked up the blogging art and also the stamina to write so much on blog. From college life to professional life all the things have changed but my blogging part is still with me.

There is very interesting story behind my blogging part. After few months I almost quit the blogging, I didn’t write for whole one year. One day one of my close friends Deepak came to me in the college and said, “Why you stopped writing”. I don’t know how to respond to him. He went ahead and said, ok can you write about you college exp. That was the most important talk I had with him, after that I started to take blog thing on my own and to not be dependent on anyone.

For almost one year I have been writing regularly on the blog. Other people also write on this blog but now I am dependent on them, I love their support. Without their help and support I would not have been here.

Name part:

There is whole lot of story involved about the name of blog. Lately lots of people have asked me about the name of the blog. Why your blog name is iecmba.blogspot.in? What it stand for?

Well IEC stand for my college name and MBA is the course which we studied there. So we picked up this name randomly, as a famous sayar said “Naam me kya rakha hai”. Till college time the name remain the same but then for some time we thought about it. We changed the name of it to love and life. I, Deepak and Jayant started to share our thought about the experience in life, college and other things on blog.

This blog name is defining period of my life. Somehow this blog realize me, if you want to do something in life you will do it, or else you will end up making excuses about it.

Only jUsT fRiEnDs......

Biggest problem in love,Gud guys gets wrong girl..N Gud girls gets wrong guy.They fall in love and good ones get cheated .Now the good guys think all the girls are fraud;And the good girls think all the guys are flirt.And when good guy meets good girl they avoid falling in love and becomes just...

 GOOD FRIENDS :-):-)J

So you stop falling in love because you have made a single wrong decision in life. And they never want to go ahead one step further as they are afraid of being again cheated and manipulated in life. But you are easy in being good friends; they are no emotional drama, no search of where about, no need to reach on time to meet in short “no tension in life”. Even if they have a feeling for each other they will not express it because of thought that it even this might end. 

Someone said, 

“Naya pane ki chahat me purana chuttt jata hai,

Jo tujhse milne aata ho to zaman rooth jata hai”…

Being friends is easiest and the hardest thing in life. You never knew about how other or you feel about the other till that thing is gone from you. 

Rukhsat.... The farewell party of 2008-2010 IEC MBA Batch

In the summers of 2010 when I was in first year we gave our senior a memorable farewell in the college. I saw this video in the YouTube posted by our senior with lots of memories. It is different to see how we where few year back. :)

Few things that I will always remember about that day.....

1. The memorable party, I was almost absent in all the preparation of the party and came back on the last day. but one thing I am proud of is the name Rukhsat was suggested by US. Till the time IEC MBA farewell is there, It will be the name of the farewell party. :)
2. My Interaction with senior was quite less, I knew most of them but not actively talked to them. Again I want to praise my self that due to my semester result everyone knew me. On farewell day they even gifted us a nice key chain. I do have that key chain with me till date. ( Thanks for that sweet gift).
3. The dance of Riyanka Ma'am, Well that all I can say. We were fortunate to have witness her beautiful dance on that day. She was my Exam mate type, Her roll no and mine roll no was used to come on same bench. So I used to sit with her in internal exams.
4. Devopmam Ma'am topper of our senior, Ronny sir, Harendra sir ( With his rocking dance on TWIST song). There are so many thing I am missing right now.
5. Paper dance was one the biggest controversy in our farewell party. The dance was not concluded in the end, it has to be stopped by our HOD. but still we all enjoyed that dance as well.

P.S.: I am just randomly picking up the part of our rukhsat so I missed so many people out there. Please don't be feel bad because I missed it. 

My journey towards somewhere

Today morning when I opened my blog data sheet it showed me one important data about blog, finally we have crossed 10,000 visitors on blog (Mine visit and other authors visit are not counted). Well it has been a long journey as far as blog is concerned. Well there are few things which I learned also in this journey which I could have learned anywhere else. In the end I realize the journey is more important rather than success because now I know the path of success.

The people who have been reading my torturing blog I want to thanks them and also to all my supporting authors and friends. There have been good time and bad time as far as blog is concerned, but we hang on to it.

I already want more from my side to read and write more. Let’s see how It goes about after all in the end.

Raj ko Raaz rahne do....Part 1....

I did not wanted to write this article but I did not have much option because I am running out of ideas my dear friend RAJ. it is from our GANG side.

I want to put a curious case of RAJ. As far as who know him more than me if u disagree please just mention it in the end of the note.

I think the RAJ I met first time in college is totally opposite of what he is today. I still remember he used to always come late in class usually 20 min. late in first class or in second class. He used to sit with his best buddy in the first bench of right hand side. He used to dress up in formals and the best part was his specks. He used to wear specks and he used to look studious. Only Raj dares to ask the economics question in Shefali mam class. As Raj used to ask the question from Shefali mam, the whole class used to think “lo ab to kewal RAJ h economics samajh payega”.

This is period when we know him as a classmate with longest name i.e. RAJ RAJESHWAR MANI TRIPATHI. Oh sorry this is not his full name add MAALIK in starting. MAALIK was removed from his name just because there were not enough blocks in the 10 class registration form.

Then JAB WE MET, It created an everlasting LEGENG in the IEC HISTORY. I, Raj, Jayant, Nisheeth became best buddies in a span of few days. There was something which clicked between all of us and created the everlasting memories of our life. The thing changed when he became friend with us was surprising. He got his most popular name “JAADOO” given by someone whom I donot want to mention in my blog. He stopped asking question from Shefali mam. He stopped using specks, he changed his parking from first seat to back bench which was controlled by us. He was different Raj now, Raj which we all love till now and will love till he leaves this world.

The funniest thing he did was in the first and most challenging presentation of our MBA life. He was the sutradhar of our presentation. He has to say opening line but in front of audience and Director he forgot everything. He called jayant as saifi and the worst part I was forgotten and my name was given to someone else but still I admire the courage to get ready for presentation in 5 Min. when all the so called Biggies of our class backed out. To stand there on stage was his achievement and he will acknowledge it.

He has such a depth in his voice that will make you to listen what he is saying and sayari in his voice will make you go gaa gaa. I think we have shared lots of his sayaris in his soulfull voice.

Few words which he made common or say Raj special are. For example let’s say “JUST FRIEND”, almost all of us will agree that this is Raj original. If you are curious what is just friend. I have answer but I do not want to tell you. It is a friendship stage where you never complain and never explain. I am confused is this FRENDSHIP or what.

ITC, I mention this because he will give his entire business example from this organization. Sometimes I wonder if he knows about ITC more than even its managers. 

Before I wind up this part I want to say something to Raj. You are one of the best humans or friend any one could have. The people who have you as a friend are lucky blokes. You may not be perfect and nobody is in this world everybody has his own weakness. But to be like you is not every one capability. You never have to be asked for help just because you are always there to help out your friend. But still people do not understand Raj, the do not know what it is like to RAJ. I do and I do not want to be like you.

This is first part of RAJ AISA KYU HAI. It’s not easy to define all about Raj in just one part. So till the next time wait and enjoy.

for RAJ ...
Izaatie, nafratie, Sohratie aur inayatie
sab kuch ek sa nahi rahta
aj main ho jaha kal koi aur tha
 ye b ek duar hai aur woh b ek daur tha...

Deepak "Rousa" IEC-MBA farewell poetry.....

Well I am at loss of word after again seeing this live performance of Mr. Deepak “Rousa”. Few months back he said to me, “saifi bhai please put my video in the blog”. But due to some reason or other I was not able to do it. Today I had nothing to do, just randomly pick up this and completed all the work. If you listen this video, it will start with long shout of “Bhagat singh huh tumhare sath hai”.

Well he has some good poems always reserved for us. Listen this end enjoy your day…J

“Mahul tere jaane se gamgeen ho gaya hai,

Ankho se nikla pani namkeen ho gaya hai”……

 

P.S.: This video is for all my dear friend Deepak and his these poems are for all the IEC MBA students....:)..

Me and my boss

Recently I decided not to writer too much because I was feeling little but bored the way life was going on. I could not find any single thing which could excite me. In middle of that time I found few good lines which I love these days. Believe me if you are doing job and you will love this. This poem was give to me by some one whom i can't name because she is like getting more frustrated with his boos.

When I take a long time —
I am slow.
When my boss takes a long time
He is thorough.

When I don't do it —
I am lazy.
When my boss doesn't do it
He is too busy.

When I do something without being told —
I am trying to be smart.
When my boss does the same —
that is initiative.

When I please my boss —
I'm apple-polishing.
When my boss pleases his boss —
He's co-operating.

When I do good, my boss never remembers.
When I do wrong, he never forgets.

P.S.: One person whom you can never please in life is your life. Somehow they will find a way to find a way to get an edge over you in arguments. But still this time you will miss once you will be the boss.

Life after college...One year after college

Let see life one year back. One year back there was farewell party in our college for our MBA batch. That was the last time we all friend met and enjoyed the day. What a beautiful day those where in the college. I often feel how our life has changed in the last one year, and when I noticed it the changed. It was very huge.

There is one or two group of friends in the college who met often and stay in touch but apart from that all of them have lost touch. Some of them often get in touch on facebook but that is also very less. Our facebook MBA group and page is also there but not that successful for staying in touch.

Now when I look back to those two years in the college, it often turns me nostalgic. There are few incidents which will always remain close to my heart. Either it is special strikes and the unity of the class for that. We used to present on the gate of the college on the time at right time for the strike. There used to lecture of finance in which I never used to get what digit used to say, The rata fication of subjects before exams, overload of assignments and in ever semester three times class exam and I used to never leave any exam even though only two exam was compulsory.

I enjoyed many things in those times. I learned a lot some new things and some old things. There are were some new concepts to me like love, care, friendship and respect to others. There were time of extra classes, bunking classes, road parties and friendship of my friends. All of this was wonderful experience, but today it is only a part of memory and after few years this will also fade away like a distant dream. For neither me it is nor good to left alone my friends who have careful hearts for me. I feel good when I find my friends with me and what about you?

If you are still in touch with your old friends then you are lucky one. Best of luck to everyone for there personal and professional life achievements they can get. I can’t forget you all because you all one of the special page of my book called “life”.

At last my few lines to u all:

Risto bhra ye pyara,

ahsas todna nhi...

tdpati rhe jo umrbhr,

dil pr ashi bat chorna nhi..

sab sath chor dete he mera,

tu sath chor na nhi...

andhero me bhatk kar reh zanuga,

tujse khi me kho jaunga...

hath me bdatha hu,

Tu hath chor na nhi...

sab sath chor dete he mera,

tu sath chor na nhi...

With lots of love...."Deepak Rousa"


P.S.: This is my 100th post in blog. And I am glad that it is blog from deepak and that to about college life. That was the original purpose of this blog to share about our college. thanks for reading our blog posts and sharing your comments for making it more wonderful. 

Love ka the end..

Excerpts from a famous granth "Pyar ka punchnama" which tells us that all girls are mental and they don't care for  what they are saying...


Problem yeh hai ki woh ladki hai. aur kya problem hai
"Problem yeh hai ki main chahata hoon ki meri life mein koi problem na ho
Lekin agar meri life mein koi problem na ho toh yeh uski life ki
sabse badi problem hai


And bull shit she is worried yaar, Usse to celebrate karna chahiye tha She is in this exactly what she wants
Seriously yaar aajkal jab bhi wo muh kholti man karta hai muh me kuch stuff kardoon


Trust me yaar 6 mahino me I have had it all Sab dekhliya meine
Kaunsi pyaar Kaisi relationship? Kahin ki khushiya?
Relationship ka matlab ye rehta hai an end to your own happiness
Uske baad all you have to worry about is uski khushiyaan uska birthday, uske kutte ka birthday, Uska new year to kabhi tumhara
bhi new year tha


In ladkiyon ko na koi khush nahi rakh sakta
A happy woman is a myth 
Tu batman wali ki dekh le, Saala Jab tak saala batman nahi bana tab tak bolti rahi "tum toh 
kuch karte nahi ho, nakara ho, napunshak ho main tum jaise insaan ke saath kaise reh sakti hu jisdin bechara batman ban gaya
Us din boli "Tum toh batman ban gaye", Mujhe toh ek normal insaan chahiye tha Main tumhare saath kaise reh sakti hu


Sab saalan na in bollywood kahaniyon ka dosh hai, Bloody bollywood romantic masaala


Ek ladka ek ladki dono ko pyaar hua Dono saath saath Film khatam, Iske baad ka story koi nahi batata
Iske baad ki kahaani mein batata hoon, Iske baad ladke ne ladki ko do din hug nahi kiya To problem
Hug kiya to chape ho rahe ho Itna bhi achcha nahi lagta
Saale Shopping khatam nahi hoti, inki Pehle cushion laye fir curtain laye cushion, curtain se match nahi kiye toh aur cushion laye
Mere ghar mein mug itne hai ki unko bechne jaoon toh mahine ka kharcha nikal aaye 


Ek to jo cheez lena hai wo leke nahi ayegi do hafte dimag chatenge ki table lena hai table lena hai
5 ghante mall me bitake ek sadhi si chappal utha kar layenge aur fir agle do hafte dimag chatenge table lena hai table lena hai...


Office me kaam kar raha hoon, Phone aa jayega, Phone utathe hi bol deta hoon Baat nahi kar sakta
Kitna mushkil hai ye baat samajhna? Do minute karloge to kya ho jayega Are do minute karloonga to tumhe kya miledi meri maan
Thik se to kar paoonga nahi, Aur iske baad I love you bole bina phone kaata to naatak Sabse jyada dimaag ki dahi is mobile phone ne ki hai. Kitna ghatiya invention hai saala..!! Trust me I say patta hai saala patta.. ek toh ...inke ad bhi dekho lo ji 1 paisa per second aur phone karo aur phone karo..!! Aare  call sasti ho jaane se baat thodi na badh jati hai karne ko fir iska jawab unhe bhi do


Tumhare pass baat kyon nahi hai karne ko, You have lost interest in me Tumhe hoon hoon hi karna atha toh maine tumhe phone hi kyon kiya..??
Arrey meri maa mujhe kya pata tune mujhe phone kyon kiya???
Jaa ke bharti mittal se puch na, Tujhe main bata raha hoon..!! Uss ad mein kutta nahi kutia hai...seriously Main shart laga sakta hoon...


Tujhe kya lagta hai Columbus ko pata nahi tha wo India nahi jaa raha tha.!! Galti se  pahoonch gaya?
Usko to pata tha Wo bechara to kahin door jana chahta tha
Biwi ki chakkar me bolna pada India jaa raha hoon, Nah to das sawaal poochti


Kahaan jaa rahe ho, Kyon jaa rahe ho,Achcha tumhe pata bhi nahi kahaan jaa rahe ho? 
Seedhe seedhe kyon nahi bolte ki mujhse kahin door jaan chahte ho
Aaj tak bechare ka mazaak udati hai duniya


Office me kaam kar raha hoon, Sms aajayega, I love you..!! Thik hai mein bhi sms karleta hoon I love you too


Iske baad sms pe sms shuroo abey kaam kya karti hai office mein..?? Do sms ka reply mat karna


Turant Phone aa jayega, Phone mat uthaa. To dus min me message aa chuka hoga


I don't think its working anymore Dus min me Babu I love you to, I don't think its working anymore
And this is when they are not even down
Ab pata chala ye aadmiyon ko itne heart attack kyon aate hain
Aur yeh..!! Gay bande itne successful kyon hote hai??? Because they don't have a woman to  screw their happiness na


Log kehte hain na behind every successful man, there is a woman True..!! But koi ye nahi bataata ki behind every unsuccessful man,
also there is a woman
Aur ye to koi bhi bata sakta hai na Ki unsuccessful logon ka taadaath Successful logon se kayi guna zyada hai is duniya me


Saala Office me kaam kar raha hoon, Keh raha hoon late ho jaaonga, To khaana nahi  khayegi Phir bhooki so jayegi
Are mein keh raha hoon na khana khalo..!! Kya karoon naukri chod doon?


Saale ghar jaao Pehle Inhe manao inhe khilao, Uske baad khud ki bhookh to aise hi mar jaati hai


Is sab ke baad bhi insaan kisi tarah Kone me jaake shaanti se baitha hua hai chup chaap to gaya


Gadi gadi


kya soch rahe ho???
kya soch rahe ho???
kya soch rahe ho???
Are kuch nahi soch raha meri maa




You can also watch full movie, to increase your IQ level..

College life... the few question let unanswered..

As I look back to my college days, I definitely have some question which cannot be answered by many. I don’t want those question to be answered either just because some are question are best if they are unanswered.

But some time in life there are few incidents that will always haunt you. I think there have been ample of those incidents in my college life. Either it had been first crush or last bus rush, either it had been friends break up or in the end your own exam screw up. These incidents never ever leave you in life. It just makes you just more think about those incidents in life. My life has been always full of these types of incident. The biggest of them had been how people have changed in life, some time they are your friend and next movement they are your enemy. But as the thing stand in the end of the college there are no bad feelings towards about anybody (but except few whom we will never forget).

I think as the life stand today it has been good to me, either in college or in any other place. But why it has to screw us when we really need the good luck. And then you think it is all about luck only.

In the first semester all the class mates act as a good friend, they always try to only to good to all. But in the inner self are they really wanted to be like that? There equation with all changes depending on their need and the person ability. Every week you find the equation changing with all of them. Good thing for me was that I had a solid group from start because we all were from hostel. So I was fortunate but there were people who came in the group and left. I never denied we had a grouping in the class and it was evident in every event. 

But still I never hated any one and nor they. It was more like we were not able to get on with each other.

I always believed every individual is different but we have to something in common to be a good friend. But the thing gets difficult for you decide who is right and who is wrong. I have terrible in judging people but still I managed to get it right more often or so. But the matter of face is you wrong decision always haunt you rather than right ones.

In college life I have seen quite things. But those bad memories don’t last long as they never give you anything in life. I never sulked about it and never will just because I never wanted it to be like that. but then again you always expect others also to do the same. Then you learn in life the biggest lesson, if you are good with someone; don’t expect them to be good with you also.

You always end up thinking, why they hate me, why they ditched me or even some time you end up doing some nice analysis. But do we need that? We should be happy in our life or we should be more than unhappy due to some unknown reasons. It was more of memories in life which you can’t change.

Well I am now trying to move out of all those bad memories in my life because now all those memories are dying quite fast. I don’t have any time in life to think about past but yes still I don’t have lots of answer. I wanted them few time back but now I want to let it go.

P.S.: College you might have good time or bad time but one thing you should never change is yourself. In the end this will be the only thing which will be with you always in life.

The pan pizza : Jayant ultimate fight for pizza

It was again the same boring Sunday in the horizon after the stressful week in the office. It has been long time since I have been out with my friends in the weekend. Sorry only on Sunday because I officially work on Saturday as well. Well it only gives you one day in life to plan so many things and also to complete so much in just only Sunday.

I picked up my phone officially on the Sunday with low battery sound. Now that is nothing new for me it happens to me every day. I often tend to forget to put the phone at charge in night and end screwed up in the morning. At least my other phone saves me some time. I dialed few friends who were all busy whom I wanted to meet. It left me with Jayant and varun in the room.  And we don’t know how we are going to spend our Sunday. About after noon time we were starving for food. We were almost screwed as varun has refused to make a Sunday meal for us and unfortunately or fortunately I and Jayant don’t know how to cook.

So finally around 3 we decided to order pan pizza for have something to eat. We tried to order thought Internet but we didn’t succeeded as it didn’t show our area in delivery zone. So in the end Jayant decided to call the pizza hut call centre for the pizza delivery.

1^st call: Jayant called there call center and tried to order the pan pizza. He told them our requirement of 4 pan pizza. They noted the address but after doing that they told us, “Sorry sir we could not deliver you pizza because your room is out of our delivery centre area”. But jayant refused to hear this he continued his argument that he lives in Delhi so he needs pizza in his room. They continue their argument for more than an hour. Then came jayant next argument, “Please connect me to your senior, I don’t want to talk to you as you are unable to solve my query”.

2^nd call: The second call was from his senior who tried to solve query of jayant. But in the end even he was not able to solve query of him and also not given what he wanted. So again he called him to connect to his senior. This call also lasted about 30 min. or so. Then again they said there seniors will call up in 5 min. to help him about.

3^rd call: Jayant again received call after 5 min. they had a word for about 30 min. again. They repeated same thing that they can’t deliver the pizza because it is out of there service area and Jayant stuck on one point that we need pizza in our room.

After that few more call happened between them and finally there area delivery manager gave us our wish. He said we will deliver you the pan pizza to you room on two conditions:

•     It will take more than 30 min.
•     We can’t guarantee the services on pizza hut.

We gladly accepted those terms. We were just waiting for our pan pizza but we learned something form pizza hut awesome services.

1.  They never let their customers down even if they know that is almost impossible to do as like our request but then also they tried to solve it fully.
2.  The customer service is most important thing in today word. You can offer whatever quality but if you can’t listen to your customer then you will lose them in the end. Some time you have to go out of the way to make someone happy even if they need to go out of normal way.

P.S.: We gained our 4 pan pizaa after 3 hours of long talk with pizza hut. They have given special services to us and in the end they got the life time customer who will talk about them and their services.

The Backbenchers: The summer surprise

It was April time in the school. This is generally time for the new secession in the school. Everybody in the school is happy about entering in the new class. We miss some friend who either moved on to the new school or remain in the same class for one more year. We care less for studies and start more enjoying or time in the school as we know that before summer vacation there will not be any exams in the school.

I was always one of the backbenchers student form my school days. I think only when teacher used to get irritated with our activity then only she or he used to shift me from our seats. Well that used to only happen in once is 3 months. Back to original story.

It was before the summer break time in the school so we all were in new class and enjoying it fully. On one such day we had our games class in the 6^th period. It was the only class which every student wants to happen daily or many time in a day. But the cruel school people only used to give us 2 or 3 class in a week for games.

We were enjoying our sports class by playing various games in the group. I don’t know why but that day I, vivek and two other students who I can’t remember were back in the class early. I was early because vivek was my seat mate and next period was of math’s his favorite subject. He used to love that class. It was the first time we were studying maths from Chote lal Sir. I heard about him from our seniors and my sister also how strict he is and how he teaches maths and also how strict he was at that time.

So after the bell rang fortunately or unfortunately I was in the class. Only 4 students were in the class. He entered in the class; we greeted him and sat on our seat.  He asked, “Were the other student from your class”.

One of us replied, “Sir it was games class so I think they will be back in the class”. It was not the time of cell phone so we can give a miss call or msg form class so everyone can be back. By the time everyone was back in the class it was about 10 min. late. We were happy that atleast we are saved from the punishment from the Chote Lal Sir. He was ready for his special treatment to student which was very infamous in the school. If you think why his name was Chote Lal? maybe because of his hight. But then also how come their parents know how short he will be.

Suddenly he asked, “Who is the monitor of this class”.

Reluctantly our class monitor Kushvendra came forward. He has been our class monitor for last 3 year and before there was Awdesh. He was one the brightest student in our class and always used to top in our class since last few years. He was one of my close friends at that time.

Chote Lal sir continued, “How can a class be discipline, when his monitor is so indiscipline. How come you can’t come on the time to class. Didn’t you hear the bell of time or you are not interested in the class. This is really a disgusting thing. You don’t deserve to be the class monitor from now onwards. You are not class monitor in my class and even in the other class as well. I will talk to your class teacher as well.”

It stunned us all. How can this happen, he is one of the best monitor in the school and a bright student. Even if we look at the option that else can be made the class monitor. There was no option in my mind at time. I admit secretly I wanted to be the monitor of the class but I knew always that I don’t have the chance of being so because of some reasons.

Chote Lal sir declared that of these four students will be class monitor. Now that was more showing. I don’t want to be monitor and vivek you can’t imagine it. A thin boy, whose voice is not been to even audible to me and here he can be made the class monitor.

Then came the shock, I was made the class monitor. I never expected that in my wildest imagination. It was like getting gold medal without even running in 100 Meter race. I hated that, and my expression said it all. It was dumbstruck, nor happy and not sad. But there was surprise in my mind. Pinch me because this can’t be possible. I can’t be class monitor.

As the Chote Lal sir class was over it was heavy exercise for me. Some of class mate were congratulating me and other were thinking how come he be monitor of the class. He knows nothing about it.

Indeed it was one the best memories of my school day when I was class monitor. I used to have fun, you are free from the punishment zone and from the fear that you might get smacked down, and you get more attention in front of teachers. The best you can make of the school days are those days.

Happy Mother's Day......to all Mom ...

It’s that time again; time to honor the woman who is responsible for your very existence, your Mom. Moms are our first teachers and set us on a path for our lives. Their day never ends. It goes on for 24 hours, seven days a week and 365 days a year. Even when you weren’t with your mother as a child, she was still responsible for you and your actions, your successes and, to some extent, your failures. Like the song says, you were always on her mind. Even when we are grown we are never far from our mother’s thoughts and prayers.

"This song is dedicated to my lovely mother" :)

My thought for my Mom is, “My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all of my successes in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.”

I never had to ask anything from her anytime in my life. My all wishes were used to be already fulfilled before I can ask him for that. Either it has been bicycle or Bike. She has been more excited to buy me bike or say cycle rather than me. I was amazingly lazy to do things and she has to push me thousand times to do things. Now when I think about it how hard must it had been for her to work at office and then also take care of us.

I have fortunate enough not to get the mom scold very often. She used to just say us, “Keep doing what you wanted to do, in the end you have to reach where you wanted to reach not where I wanted you to reach”. It was a brave thing to say, because there is always temptation in the parents to get there dream fulfilled by their child. But I mother never used to think that way. She has given me freedom to choose my career, the way I live my life.

One thing that defines our Indian mom is food of their hand. We never get bored of their handmade food, Achar and also some sweet dishes. Even though my grand mom used to say, “It will be better if I make food rather than your mom”, but then also we always knew she is one of the finest cook. Well feeling the huger by just talking about her food.

Some time I used to wonder how she can do so much with any other help. May be because of that mothers are knows are as a superwomen. The most amazing power in the word, no other can match the love, affection of mother.

This Sunday when mother day arrive, I think all of us should thank out moms to be the best mom. Because of them we are today what we are. And though they will say our success is our biggest price (this is favorite line of grandmother) but don’t miss them to give a hug to tell them how much you love them. I may not give a hug to my mom but defiantly she will be wishing good for me and will be enjoying my mom chat.

P.S.: Even my mom would say happy mother day to his mom, how lucky she is to have her even at this age..Missing my mom...:)

Why I hate facebook these days

Well I joined facebook and orkut in my graduation time around 5 year back. I got so much interested in the social word that it used to take my most of spare time. Well today when I look back, I have closed down my orkut account (well nobody uses orkut these days) and now I am using facebook even more lesser than the blogging. Is it because I have reached a saturation level or maybe there is nothing new I found on these days on these sites.

Let’s go back to the beginning time of the social networking. It was good to join facebook or orkut because it connected us to lots of lost friend of school, college. We used to look after all new update from friends, family and others. We used to comment on every new photo of any one we know, good bad and even some time ugly. But spirit was always to stay connected. Then Gradually I stopped using orkut. The reason was it was leaving me no space for myself. The photos were commented, and with comment there used to thousands of endless question from friends, family. Facebook was still different, I started using it more because my fewer friends were here and I can express myself.  People start reading my blog and start commenting on it, It made me cautious of what I am writing. Before I post any update I used to ask myself, It will hurt someone or not, it is good enough or not. Well these things you start to think when you become too much of cautious about yourself.

Every update, photo and comment made me more and more cautious about what I am saying. One day one of my friends asked me about why I write a blog like that, it is not good. It made me more cautious about what I am saying on these sites. But soon it all became a routine in life.

Then saturation point arrived; now day’s facebook has become a S@#$ place. People either like photo or single line comment. “Nice pic”, “Great” and blahh blaah. Well It will not end here, this type of things goes on and on. No one update what they feel like, it is either CCP or some time it is even worse than that.

It brings to me my question why I joined this facebook or any social networking site. Just to get all this crap in my profile, obliviously not. But in the end I needed to decide how much I can take. I shut my orkut account and even start using my facebook less. I put my focus on my blogging, let’s hope this place will not become the mess facebook and orkut has become. Now days it not about how much you can update, it is to update how much you take from these things.

P.S.: Everything has a Saturation point. Either you reach it and move on to next part or you find new things to move in next level.

Mentor....why we need them in college..

I have been thinking about lots of things to write about but as everybody know how much lazy I am, it just didn’t happen until it is odd hour to keep your mind in mood to write or I am reminded repeatedly to finish the pending work by my scheduler (usually my back logs are so much that even that can’t be scheduled).

I was just reading one of my blog and thought how my opinion has changed from last year. It usually gives you a better perspective of things once you are away from that situation.

I never believed in the thought that you need good teachers in the MBA in my opinion far from teacher you need more of a motivator and mentor in the MBA who can guide you rather than putting more focus on teaching. I have seen both type of mentor in my MBA life. In first year I never had a single interaction with my mentor at that time but in the second year I had a mentor whom we used to interact daily and tell our though and problems daily related to college, life and profession.  At that time I written about what I felt for my mentor and it evoked lot of response. Some thought it was emotional other thought it was buttering. I written what I thought at that time was right and somehow it was true. I read that blog thousand times but still it feels it misses something or other thing.

When I left the college, I had only good things to say about my mentor. And now my junior has the same thing to say about my mentor. It is not about one person or a group of student, but when one group, second group and even third group start praising your. You bound to have something special. And I think my mentor has that thing, something that made her special teacher and mentor.

Well I hope she continue to mentor of many batch to come, that’s why I always say sometime age is not a barrier in what you can be. Sometime I miss mentor in my life. But what we can do, we all have moved on in our life but she still mentor and nurture lots of lost and potential talent in the college. 

You need those kinds of people in college who can guide the talents in right way.

Once I want to a teacher of marketing in last year about to consult one of my projects, He rejected it and said it was not possible. But few months back when I started this blog in my college, my mentor was the first to believe in my idea. I am still continuing it; I hope to do it always on my own. But the faith she shown on my idea at that time has given me faith to continue this.

P.S.: Sometime In life you need those teachers who belief in your idea and let you free to choose your own path. I don’t want to name her but everyone who will read this will know who I am referring to.