“WAKE UP INDIA.
IT’S TIME TO NOT GO TO WORK.
IT’S TIME TO GET PEOPLE TO WORK FOR YOU.
DON’T BE AN ENGINEER JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DEGREE IN ENGINEERING. DO WHAT YOU THINK YOU’RE GOOD AT. AND YOU WILL BE GOOD AT WHAT YOU THINK. START SOMETHING THAT’S YOUR OWN. WHERE YOU CAN’T BE SACKED. AND CERTAINLY CAN’T QUIT. START SOMETHING FOR AS LITTLE AS TEN THOUSAND. YOU DON’T NEED MUCH MORE THAN THAT. YOU DON’T NEED REFERENCES, POLITICIANS OR THE POLICE . ALL YOU NEED IS YOU. START. AND THEN TEN THOUSAND COULD BECOME THIRTY BILLION.IT’S TRUE. YOU CAN DO IT. YOU WHO’S READING THIS AD. YOU, SIMPLE, REGULAR GUY. LIKE IT HAPPENED ONCE, TO A SIMPLE REGULAR GUY. WAKE UP INDIA AND START DREAMING.”
- Today's Ecomomics Times Advt regarding The Economic Times AWARDS.
I too believed it in and I had always dreamt big, as big beyond possibility but failed. May be I started from the wrong place with wrong people.
Still Dreams don’t die.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
I salute you all.
I feel so sorry for her. In this freezing cold crack of dawn, she gets up half-an hour before I do and prepares herself for the school. If time permits she can have a sip of tea and a couple of biscuits and rushes to the bus stand about a mile away. Most of the days when I am in the town I drop her on my motorcycle. But when I am off for some business trip, it turns out to be pathetic. When I think of the situation I do not know how does she manage all and pull her to the bus stand on time.
I think women can do it. Had it been with us men, we would be argumentative more than working and being on time and day after day we would be there with a hell lot of excuses. She pulls on all with ease and after that the whole day in school with piled up work and practically with no break she has her smile on face.
The day does not end for her so quick. The kids wait for her for tuition and then of course the household chore is there. Sorry dear, I try to help but I cannot. I keep admiring her instead.
Women in Indian middle class society are a mystery in themselves. Look around, you get to see so many good examples of balancing their home with their professional life and at the same time catering to all the quarters of social life. They keep pace with time and turn out to be the most modern of all. They are the pillar of our family, of our society and of the nation. They are the mother and architect of modern India.
I salute each and every women of India.
I think women can do it. Had it been with us men, we would be argumentative more than working and being on time and day after day we would be there with a hell lot of excuses. She pulls on all with ease and after that the whole day in school with piled up work and practically with no break she has her smile on face.
The day does not end for her so quick. The kids wait for her for tuition and then of course the household chore is there. Sorry dear, I try to help but I cannot. I keep admiring her instead.
Women in Indian middle class society are a mystery in themselves. Look around, you get to see so many good examples of balancing their home with their professional life and at the same time catering to all the quarters of social life. They keep pace with time and turn out to be the most modern of all. They are the pillar of our family, of our society and of the nation. They are the mother and architect of modern India.
I salute each and every women of India.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Leaving, My Siliguri
“Every event has a purpose and every setback its lesson. I have realized that failure, whether of personal, professional or even spiritual kind, is essential to personal expansion. It brings inner growth and a whole host of psychic rewards. Never regret your past. Rather, embrace it as the teacher that it is.” - Robin Sharma
True, very true, I had always believed in it. I am leaving my Siliguri, the wonderful valleys and mountains, the rivers and rivulets, the morning sun and its warmth, the dew and its moist, the sweet stay with my best friend and a whole world around the place with my dreams. The dreams of whom I talked so much here. To pursue another dream, hopeful that is larger than what I am leaving behind. A new chapter to begin. Hope it comes true.
I was tired fighting for ten long years in this region with this futuristic profession. It was very tough. I couldn’t stand for another decade with my innovative plans. I required surviving the present to live for the future. The province, the state, the township is not yet prepared to receive this profession. The ideas that culminate in my world of thoughts die due to malnutrition of support. The system as well as the industry and hopes of the town doesn’t support us to survive. All of us those had dreamed to make Siliguri a better Siliguri, a modern Siliguri miserable failed. Failed in our own terms, in our own way. We were either too ahead of its time or too stupid to recognize and evaluate the circumstances, situation and time.
I learn from my mistakes and doesn’t wish to repeat the same but it is unfortunate that I have to leave my Siliguri. Adieu Siliguri.
True, very true, I had always believed in it. I am leaving my Siliguri, the wonderful valleys and mountains, the rivers and rivulets, the morning sun and its warmth, the dew and its moist, the sweet stay with my best friend and a whole world around the place with my dreams. The dreams of whom I talked so much here. To pursue another dream, hopeful that is larger than what I am leaving behind. A new chapter to begin. Hope it comes true.
I was tired fighting for ten long years in this region with this futuristic profession. It was very tough. I couldn’t stand for another decade with my innovative plans. I required surviving the present to live for the future. The province, the state, the township is not yet prepared to receive this profession. The ideas that culminate in my world of thoughts die due to malnutrition of support. The system as well as the industry and hopes of the town doesn’t support us to survive. All of us those had dreamed to make Siliguri a better Siliguri, a modern Siliguri miserable failed. Failed in our own terms, in our own way. We were either too ahead of its time or too stupid to recognize and evaluate the circumstances, situation and time.
I learn from my mistakes and doesn’t wish to repeat the same but it is unfortunate that I have to leave my Siliguri. Adieu Siliguri.
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