Tag: sad

  • who will cry when you die

    This is going to be a slightly depressing post, and for the weak hearted, and the ones who frequent the sphere to get their regular dose of fun, I would not suggest this one.

    I just stumbled across this article Steve jobs to die in six weeks.

    Death, though inevitable, is an obvious thing impending each one of us alive. It is bound to come someday. This SOMEDAY is the question. Are we ready to die today?

    All of our today’s decisions are based on the assumption that we are not dying tomorrow, or in the near future.  And good that this is the way we operate. I pity the person who lives everyday with the fear of death. This probably would kill him many more times than the actual death. As I keep repeating to one of my good friend, “Bhayam unte sachipo!” (go die, rather than fearing!)

    Live life fully, completely, not thinking about the thing that will anyways hound you one day.

    Quoting SRK on this, “Jiyo, muskrao, khush raho.. raho.. kya pata.. kal ho na ho”

    Kal ho na ho.. this is the bare truth staring at each one of us, and rightfully so. The more important thing that we should be thinking about is, are we doing justice to the life today?

    Leaving you with this thought, and a suggested read – Who will cry when you die? By Robin Sharma.

    Note: A part inspiration for this thought also arose from this pluggd.in post on an L alumni’s death.

    p.s.: So much are people worried about his death, and avoiding rumours spreading that there is actually a website on steve – http://www.isstevejobsdead.com/

  • >FRUSTRATED

    >Behne de.. mujhe behne de…

    Sitting in the more than delayed train at some random station, and just waiting for it to move. These songs seem to be the only respite. I have plans. I want to be there. I want to go there and have fun, river rafting, kay kaying, rappling. Now that would be adventure. But thanks to Indian railways I am here in this damn hole called the bogie, in a small berth trying to fit in my legs.

    Like everything else in life, here I am frustrated with two things. As economists would call it: a micro and a macro reason.

    Let us first start with the macro reason – The Indian Railways. Can it never improve? Do we Indians not deserve punctuality in time? Are we not privileged enough to be asking for such basic necessities? Why, even after 150 years of operation, the operations part of the Indian railways is still a farce?

    Thinking about it, it has little to do with the Indian railways in particular. It is the Indian government. Anything that the government puts its murky hands into, turns into crap. The Indian railways network is the largest in the world, and it also boasts of the largest employer in the world. Why not? There are so many of them who I am sure just sit at home, and draw their salaries.

    Totally dejected I am, and not without any reason. I really used to like that dialogue from RDB – “ koi bhi desh perfect nahi hota, use perfect banana hota hai..”, but in the case of india, till this kind of government machinery exists, till the railways is just one big lucrative ministerial portfolio, till people are just interested in buying votes, and then making money out of the electoral process like a business, nothing is going to improve.

    Seeing things like this, one rather starts believeing in, “you can’t beat them join them!”. Unfortunately that is what has been happening across the years in india, and nothing much has changed. Nothing.

    Now coming to the micro reason of my present frustration here in this cramped berth. I hate side seats in the Indian trains. what average height of the Indian was assumed in making this. Indians are sure not this short.

    Zindagi.. do pal ki.. intezaar kab tak.. hum karenge bhala.. ( playing on my winamp)

    I was supposed to be there on the way to the resort to trek, raft, rapple, and do a host lot of other crazy things. I hate it. Why am I here? The Indian rail to blame, but more than that, why am I travelling on a Saturday morning? Why have I not retired on Friday evening itself for the weekend? I could have taken a flight yesterday evening, and slept comfortably at home.

    No one to blame here, except me. People have told me, take a break. Have a life. There is something called work life balance. But I guess then I need to correct things out there. I need to do that extra thing to ensure things are done in my way. I am just behaving like a pure plain crazy workaholic. Am I really one? I am not too sure.

    More than six months and have not been home, and have promised myself that I would not till I achieve my goals. I have not realy freaked out much in the last four months after taking over, I will not till everything is set.

    My room has the poster, “I CAN REPAIR ALMOST EVERYTHING”, and I will repair it. But then dude, have a life!!! Huh! This is not the first time I am hearing this, and I have never ever felt bad working on weekends, working late into the nights, doing all the crazy travel, but then this time it has spoiled my plans. It has screwed my plans of doing something that I love.

    Chill, big deal. I just enquired it would take another two hours to reach Bangalore. Two more hours. It is already two hours late, and two more hours. Perfect. Could not have asked for more. Why am I frustrated? Why? Damn!

    For a journey which takes 8 hours, the train is delayed by four hours. Awesome. 50% more time to cover the distance. The driver was fucking drinking and sleeping around the night. Bas%&^.

    Was just talking to mom the other day, and she was reminding me of my hatredness towards railways and was asking the reason why I was travelling on rail. I am an idiot (and not the aamir khan types!), that is why.

    HATE IT!!!!

    Oh girl you’re mine… oh girl you’re mine!!!!!

  • >All good things come to an end

    >okay, one more month got added to the list. Funny. Just in feb i had rued about the fact that i had not blogged for those two monhts, and had made a mental resolve that i would blog regularly. But guess, the work toll took away too much of time. Not too sure if that would change any soon. “targets nahi ho rahe bhai!”

    if professional life was not screwed enough, personal life too is not going any great guns. Everything seems so complicated, so confusing.

    even now, don’t have the luxury to write a post in detail ( i so much want to!), but wanted to post the lyrics of a song that have been listening of late.

    “All Good Things (Come To An End)”

    Honestly what will become of me
    don’t like reality
    It’s way too clear to me
    But really life is dandy
    We are what we don’t see
    Missed everything daydreaming

    [Chorus:]
    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end
    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end
    come to an end come to an
    Why do all good things come to end?
    come to an end come to an
    Why do all good things come to an end?

    Traveling I only stop at exits
    Wondering if I’ll stay
    Young and restless
    Living this way I stress less
    I want to pull away when the dream dies
    The pain sets in and I don’t cry
    I only feel gravity and I wonder why

    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end
    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end
    come to an end come to an
    Why do all good things come to end?
    come to an end come to an
    Why do all good things come to an end?

    Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
    Barking at the new moon
    Hoping it would come soon so that they could
    Dogs were whistling a new tune
    Barking at the new moon
    Hoping it would come soon so that they could
    Die die die die die

    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end
    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end
    come to an end come to an
    Why do all good things come to end?
    come to an end come to an
    Why do all good things come to an end?

    Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
    Whistling a new tune
    Hoping it would come soon
    And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day ’til the feeling went away
    And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
    the rain forgot how to bring salvation
    the dogs were barking at the new moon
    Whistling a new tune
    Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.

    ~ nelly furtado

    My fav lines in the song.. the chorus
    Flames to dust
    Lovers to friends
    Why do all good things come to an end

    SO TRUE.

  • >3 idiots learning

    >“yeh jo dil hai na.. bada darpok hai. isko bevkoof bana ke rakho.. life mein jitni bhi problem ho.. isko bolo “koi baat nahi chachu.. sab kuch theek thaak hai. ALL IZZ WELL. ALL IZZ WELL”

    How true? Jus keep uttering this to yourself, that everything is fine, and there you get a big boost of confidence to tackle any problem. My dad always says, “There is no problem that big that it cannot be tackled. It is only the mental roadblock to believe that it can be tackled that is big!” Again, how true?

    Well, the dialogue is from the movie – 3 idiots, and truly as Uma Sir says, What a movie it was? More than the entertainment value the subtle message that is delivered speaks volumes, and hopefully will awake people. This post is dedicated to him, for his motivation to write something on this front!

    The movie’s theme is highly inspiring and thought provoking even while it takes a dig at the current educational system with all its latent flaws and seriously questions the very relevance of societal whims which eat away into a budding student’s mind that the end of education is a high profile job, wealth, fame, name et al., making them deprived of the opportunity to set their vision on something where their heart and soul lies! .. ~ Uma Shankar

    The book “five point someone” I am sure I read by more or less all of us, and this movie is a loose adaptation of the same. (no matter what Raju or vidhu say.. it is very much inspired from the book). Though yes, It does require the caliber of hirani- Aamir to bring out the latent message in the book – the education system of the country and its flaws.

    A little about the movie – It starts with Madhavan & Sharman getting a link about the whereabouts of Aamir , & they set out to meet him. Their college life is shown in the flash back. Aamir, who is different from others, with some off the track goal in mind, shows the first glint of his brilliance in the ragging scene. (very old engineering ragging technique!) They become friends & start living their rollercoaster life in the college. Boman irani is the principal, and he makes their lives hell, & to top it all, his daughter falls in love with one of them ( you know who!). The college fun, filled with some unexpected twists ad turns do make it an enjoyable watch.

    The movie has raised some very valid & burning questions – teenagers committing suicide out of pressure, the validity of the college courses, need of grading system, etc.

    The best part of the movie is that the makers have not only criticized the system and left it there, but have also shown the way – the school in Laddakh is a reminder for the government to see.

    Now talking in detail about some fundamental flaws of the Indian education system which need to be changed.

    Learning by rote

    Learning by rote involves learning facts without developing a deep understanding of them. This lack of understanding makes it impossible to grasp meaning and apply and transfer the knowledge to other areas. Memorizing vocabulary words is pointless, for example, without understanding how to use them in conversation.

    Lectures often emphasize rote learning rather than critical thinking. Topics are discussed sequentially, not critically. The teacher does the talking and most of the thinking. The student memorizes material and is placed in a passive role. But many of us who use the lecture should also be concerned that our students learn to think critically.

    I remember students when teaching in a coaching institute for competitive exams. When I start teaching them to solve a problem yb starting from the basics of arithmetic, and then complete the entire question in a logical step by step manner, no bidy would listen. In the end, one of the guys would ask, “Sir, is there no shortcut formula for this problem?”.

    Yes, there is a shortcut formula. MAKE ONE!. You should know how to derive the shortcut and make it your own.

    I think it is time, that india moves to an enquiry based learning. This describes a range of philosophical, curricular and pedagogical approaches to teaching. Its core premises include the requirement that learning should be based around student’s questions. Pedagogy and curriculum requires students to work together to solve problems rather than receiving direct instructions on what to do from the teacher. The teacher’s job is therefore not to provide knowledge, but instead to help students along the process of discovering knowledge themselves.

    Obsession with Grades

    When I was in college, it was apparent. As the semester comes to a close, student anxiety tends to rise, usually to extraordinary levels. At L, the libraries would be filled with students

    Students just talk to professors about one thing – grades. It is never to do with a new invention or some latest technology. No! it only has to be grades, and even if the talk digress to something academic it is only with the hope of creating an impression for it to reflect on the grades. ACP – After class participation.

    Students who actually get curious about a subject are rare. It all just waters down to a letter grade.

    My friends who went on a student exchange program to different parts of the world, had this to say about the system there, “.. their classroom manners weren’t the best – arriving late, answering cellphones, and frequently turning in homework after it was due. But grades were never an issue. It truly was a productive academic environment – the focus was on collaborative learning rather than individual grades…”

    An example here would be MIT Professor Noam Chomsky. During his junior high school years, he went to an experimental school run by Temple University’s education department. With no grades or competition, each student was simply encouraged to do his or her best. Chomsky recollects this school as a wonderful and influential experience.

    His parents then sent him to a competitive high school for college-bound students. Chomsky realized that grades and success were all that mattered, and school suddenly became a scary place that he admits he hated: “If I got a B in something, it was tragic,” he writes in a letter. “I even got a D once – in English grammar, a subject that made no sense at all as far as I could figure out.”
    huh! English grammar. Thankfully CAT just has the application part of English.

    Since joining the linguistics faculty at MIT in 1955, he has changed the face of linguistics, and especially the English language, with his theories on generative grammar. The point here: Grades aren’t everything; excellence is. (point reiterated more than once in the movie!!)

    Of course, who can argue that earning a good grade is not important? I, too, must admit that I become preoccupied with grades in my own graduate classes. but well, i was never in the rat race. I just wanted to clear the papers, as a pre requisite. It remained the same at L too.
    But rather than running behind success, we should strive to sun behind excellence, which is the truer secret to education.

    “kamyabi ke peeche nahi, kabilyat ke peeche bhago!.. kamyabi khud tumhare peeche daudegi”

    When “get results now” prevails over “achieve excellence,” it’s very tempting to renounce our integrity.

    The movie is a must watch for everyone, and especially to the parents of south india, who have tirelessly churned engineers and more engineers in the past several years. In the south india I have seen, it is like after tenth standard, a teenager is given the option – engineering or medicine? It is as if there are no other options available in the world. This has done good to the economy – a complete full fledged coaching market has sprung and is flourishing, but what has it done to the intellectual capital?

    We have lost potential cricketers, actors, writers, photographers to this demon called engineering. Most of them have been sucked to the IT industry, and one year of recession has shown its true colours. Supply far exceeds demand and still there is a demand for “Quality” and “job ready” candidates. All these students just know to rote, so applying them to the real world is completely a different ball game al together.

    So I sincerely hope the movie shows some ways, and brings about a mindset change in some people at least. And also, hoping that the people in power, think something about the whole system and realize it is time for reforms. In relation to movies, some may wonder what movie did jeffrey dahmer watch with his victims.

  • >VLCC – Don’t venture anywhere close!!! PART 2

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    Well, coming back to the beautician, a well dressed middle aged lady with looks of a doctor. Efficient acting I say. Even she exchanged the customary pleasantries (guess it is part of their training), asked me to be seated in front of the machine. I got excited. Wah! At last some action is about to happen. Well, she asks me to look at the screen, while she had a rod shaped camera, which she thrust on my face. After doing this at four different locations on the face, she declared that I had a dry skin. Wha? I can see that. You don’t need a camera to say that. I told her sarcastically – “Even my hair is dry!” She again started off with the rod and placed it at four different locations on my head, and declared “Yes, Indeed“. Baka joked, “That is because he has lots of alcohol“. The lady immediately picked it up and started, “Yes, see here in the front part of your head, this gets directly affected by alcohol, and thus it is drier. Needs to be like a tight rope.. blah! Blah!” BullShit.

     

    Mrs. Yogita now suggested that I meet the trainer at the Gym. I admitted, “Well ma’am, enough of these GLOBE sessions, we have lots of them on college. I can even find the same info online, and if required myself take a session. Let me know if there is some action happening. Some tangible activity, that I can speak about” She declared, “NO, today all our people our busy” and again pointed to the voucher stating for a prior appointment. I persuaded her, and she asked me to come back in an hour. Okay great! Talking about this Mrs. Yogita as soon as I and Baka first saw her we smiled at each other and hushed in Telugu, “if she herself looks so bad with a pimple affected face, a skinny posture, and an awful smile, how possible could she treat others to look good.” I tried to reason, “Come on Baka, Doctors themselves need not be perfectly in shape to be able to treat others. Look at our Doc – our Batch mate“.

     

    Now I need to frikkin’ wait for the damn service for one complete hour. We go out ganjing. Already full with the biryani we don’t feel like eating anything, and just while away our time wandering across the mall. We get back to the VLCC centre at 5:45PM, in forty five minutes itself.

     

    After a fifteen minute wait there, we get this opportunity to meet the busy Mrs. Yogita. She expresses in despair that everyone is still caught up. She offers to arrange a meet with the trainer. Well, something better than just waiting and watching oversized aunties inn their gist to get back to their old sexy days. We went to the gym. A crap small room, filled with treadmill, and just having a couple of weights. I swear the IIML gym is better. The trainer – a bellied person, trying to look smart by conversing in English. And again the same pleasantry – “How are you sir? What do you do?” I reply, “I am a student at IIML“, and the conversation carries on.

     

    I guess this initial pleasantry is to gauge the worthiness of the client. If it is a HNI, give more time, else just shove him off. He shows me the equipment. “Dude, it is not my first time to a gym“, I mutter to myself. And then he explains, “Body building is an art. It requires much more than will and dedication. It requires passion, earnest enthusiasm, .. Blah! Blah!.. “. “Dude, I have heard this lot of times, tell me something tangible“. He starts off again, “It is important to have a good diet and a pleasant mind. Sleep is also necessary.. blah Blah!“, “Stop stop dude, I know that. Tell me something that I can practise back in campus.“, I say politely. He starts, “It requires a personal trainer to tone up the body. Here I would tell you something, you would do something, and then that would spoil my name and reputation (Does he have any?), as people would think I suggest these kind of wrong exercises. So I suggest you join in our three month program, I promise I would develop your body into a well toned full of muscles.”

     

    The last part of the talk was in Hindi. I guess his sales pitch has been trained upon him in Hindi. I bid him a good bye, with a promise to think about it. Think? Ba*&^!!

     

    Then I get back to the waiting zone, looking at their clients. Here I would classify the customers into three categories:

     

    1. Wannabies – Rich spoilt teenagers. The ones who don’t mind spending a grand or two just to get that streak or that curl before that all important party of their cousin’s birthday.

     

    1. USA – Un Satisfied Aunties. The ones whose husbands toil out hard all day in the office, and they spend it all on kitty parties. Looking slim trim and tones is secondary. Going to VLCC itself is a status symbol for them.

       

    2. OUU – Over Used Uncles. The rich ones, mostly those who have inherited wealth from their family. After a particular age, and having earned enough, these people believe that they need to look younger to their teenager son, and start dressing in Goa tees, loose jeans and even try to impress in their broken English.

       

    (I am thankful to Mr. Rajeev Kumra, our service marketing prof. at IIML to have suggested these classification titles which seemed very apt in this situation.)

     

    Now after enough of waiting, even Mrs. Yogita I guess feels bad, and falls to our patience. She is convinced that these guys here are determined to get something done, and offers something to talk. I ask if a facial would be possible. Baka tries pitting that this guy is going to Jaipur to attend a wedding, and in very high probability may get engaged. So he needs to look good. Please get something done. She replies,” Sorry Facial is not included in the voucher“. Thank you Baka for making it clear in the beginning itself that we not paying a single paisa more than the voucher amount. I am frustrated to the core, “What the fuck is allowed in this God Damn Voucher?“, I say to myself. She reads the frustration, and applies principle 23 of Customer Servicing – Give something to the Customer when he reaches threshold of breaking out. Remember hannah’s case in Data mining.

     

    So Mrs. Yogita announces, ” You can have a face wobble. It is about.. Blah!“, “Okay“. I am in no mood to hear what it is. She replies, “Please wait!” After about 15 minutes, she returns and asks me to come inside, “Ah! Finally” I ask Baka to wait and I enter. Well, I am asked to wait here now. Thankfully a short wait. And then I am called to the facial – 1 cabin, and asked to lie down on the bed. Looks so much like a hospital and it is a beauty clinic. The similarity is just the word clinic I am sure.

     

    Lying on the bed, the guy there starts off with routine initial pleasantry. Damn! Now I am irritated with this. Please give different lines to different people, at least at different levels. The head of the clinic asks the same memorised question, and so does the attender. He applies some mint flavoured cream, which felt really cold in this winter. Wish I was availing these services during summer. At least the mint cream would have been worth the effort. After the mint cream, my face is again cleaned back to normal, and I all the time presume that yes! Now I have the Hrithik looks. The guy there then applies some cream, which looks like scrub and leaves it all over the face.

     

    After leaving me and my face smeared with cream all over for more than ten minutes (the guy must have felt a sudden urge to smoke) the guy comes back with a huge machine. He nearly burns my face with all the steam from some machine. Then he holds two tong like things and starts giving me mild shocks on the face. Shit! I was scared. “Please please I would pay, don’t give me a shock treatment“, I wanted to shout. But, I preferred being silent. After sometime when the pain started getting unbearable I asked him what it was. He replies calmly as if this is something I get done everyday – “Nothing sir, it helps tightening your face“. I was like, “yes, it would. You are burning half of the cells on my face“. After the Shock treatment for 10 odd minutes, he starts wiping my face and all the cream over it. I was happy, “yes, it is finally getting over“. I could not have been more wrong. He again applies some white cream and leaves me, while he takes away the huge machine from the cabin. “Ah! No more shock treatment“. He comes back and then after removing this strange white cream, he applies the mint cream that he first applied. The mint cream was probably some kind of solution to disable me from feeling anything more on the face. After removing the white cream I was finally told that it is all over.

     

    The guy exchanges pleasantries and asks me if this is my first session. I reply, “Yes, first and probably last“. I don’t want to condition third degree on myself voluntarily. I walk out of the cabin. The guy was actually pushing that I actually take the face and hair treatment packages both. Each of which exceeds 5000 bucks.

     

    After the session, I walk jubilantly to Baka who controls his laugh in vain. He chuckles and asks, “Dude, where were you all this time?” I reply, with lots of pride, “Getting a face wobble done“. He satirically mocks that I don’t look any different. Huh! So much, for one complete hour of pain and misery inflicted by the process, not to forget the wastage of time.

     

    We are then led to the same Mrs. Yogita’s cabin who greets us with all enthusiasm. She chats normally and agrees to extend my voucher till my next visit. (She probably realised that this did not make a good conversion of a voucher holder to a permanent client). She then also tries to cross sell the hair cut and shave service, which again is not included in the voucher. I excuse myself with the promise that I would return back.

     

    I walk out of the centre at around 7:30, quite unsatisfied.

     

    Update: I got a call yesterday from the customer care at VLCC asking me for my feedback (Desperate attempts to convert me into a permanent client). I reply back rhetorically and express my despair with the whole affair. After some time I am again called by someone senior who tries to pacify me. The second customer care executive or whoever she was even offers to include all the services in the voucher and requests me to the come to the centre once again. NO!! I don’t want to risk whatever minimal looks God has bestowed on me. Whatever minimal this looks might seem. I at least look like something Human.

     

    Some comments on VLCC on the internet,

     

    ” .. thanks to this fat punjabi women. A few years back Ms Luthra promised white complexion a la Michael Jackson and created a frenzy and a furore. Now she is claiming a world record in achieving 82 Kgs fat loss. But the reality is very sad. I have seen a patient too weak even to walk, skin hanging in folds and on the verge of heart collapse after record breaking fat loss through chemical diets and apetite suppressants. There should be combined public opinion to ban such kind of unhealthy practices. The best way to weightloss should be under a medical supervision. A healthy lifestyle, excercise and a beautiful mind is all it takes – not some dumb blonde with hobby course certificates from foreign countries. i’ve closely seen how it all works and some people may view it as libel etc. but I have seen one of my friend’s suffering and I feel I must tell others as well.”

     

     

    “..I took the Bridal package at VLCC Koramangala, Bangalore. I am EXTREMELY UNHAPPY AND DISSATISFIED with the kind of service being provided there. The only thing they are interested in is how to take out money from the customer. Once they are done they are least interested in attending the clients.i have spent 22K. But I didnt see single improvement. I have spent so much money there that I cant even afford to take the service from other parlour and nor I have the time to take the service as my marriage date is 27th April.

    Some of the incidents I would like to mention:

    1. Thrice i was given appointment during weekdays. After attending office when i reached there, the attender told me that she cannot provide the service as some or other has to leave early. I literally had to request them the provide the service as it was a bridal package and i couldn’t postpone otherwise I ll not be able to complete all the sessions.

    2. Even after taking the appointment for almost every session I have to wait for 1/2 an hr to take the service. so most of the time my waiting time is more than the time spent on giving services.

    3. Most of the time staff remains busy in their cat fights, and least bothered about the client waiting to get the service.

    4. Once I was given an appointment for hair spa. n no body was ready to do the service that time. When i forced for that, a new girl who didn’t know abt the treatment was appointed to do the service.

    5. I took the micro derma treatment costs 15K. I was assured that i ll see at least 40% relief. But after 2 sittings of the treatment, some other doctor started taking the session the and she told me that i should have taken the glycoloc peel and this treatment may not give any relief. Now i don’t have time at al to go for some other treatment. I would request to take action against them as the staff at VLCC, Koramagala is spoiling the image. I would never ever recommend anybody or take the service from VLCC. “

     

    Okay so it was not only me at the receiving end. Some Solace.