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Ma – aaj is Independence Day peh, phir se teri yaad aayi hai,

Who subah kitni kush si hoti thi,

Jab 15th Aug ke awsar par Ma hamen ujale dress phanati thi,

Haath main Jhanda de ke, Jan- Gana- Man sunati thi,

Shaan se sina choda karke hum sab ko puchkarti thi,

Aur  hamari bhakti ki dhun puri society main gunja karti thi,

Ghar aa kar garama garam pudi-jalebi khilati thi,

Ma – Aaj woh gujra pal phir se ched gaya mujhko,

Ki aaj Independence Day peh, phir se teri yaad aayi hai…..

Vande Matram!! Ma Tujhe Salaam!!

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Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage!

My Blog on Love Marriage ya Arrange Marriage, from the eye-glasses of a girl. While you read on, you will realize that the REAL debate is rather dating life ya married life?

Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage debate is similar to the chicken or the egg dilemma of “which came first, the chicken or the egg”? No one has been able to come to the conclusion yet but we will certainly give a try to bring some logical element in this blog topic. But before we get into this “bermuda triangle” let’s have some definitions in place (assuming that I have consensus on these definition from all the readers)

1. Love: Simultaneous chemical reactions inside two human beings or reactants in their brain and heart, which are usually spontaneous

2. Arranged: Independent, nonreactive family of chemical agents. Subjects gradually become spontaneous to the chemical agent called love

3. Pre-marriage phase: Also, called as courtship period or the dating period. It’s applicable for the both love marriage as well as arranged marriage.

4. Marriage: An outcome of all the interactions which creates irreversible impact from the current state in the form of marriage contract 😉

If you are in love and going for marriage, then the next state would be love getting arranged for the survival of the contract and if you going for Arranged marriage then the arrangement of love would be done, which would be again for the sake of survival of the contract(read marriage).

Now moving in to the debate, in both the pre-stage of Love marriage and Arranged marriage; the real love-filled emotions outflow and outburst happens in the pre-marriage phase. Isn’t it a true fact? In both the cases, the phone bills shoots up, travel plans hits the pocket of the guy, pampering the fairer sex with gifts becomes binding, in-laws are so cool, inviting, approachable, loveable+1 and the list goes on and on. Well, the insight is that – visible symptoms are almost same in both the cases, only the degree and the time-duration of occurrences varies.

Oh yes, the pre-states of any marriage is so very fun filled, curiosity led, desire driven, adrenaline rush happens at the speed of 4X and off course it’s expense filled too 😉 So does this flow of events change? Yes, but when do they change their course? Hmm it changes after marriage, right? Eureka!! Yes, the game changing event is “marriage”!!

Before marriage, all the dating partners presents flower bouquets and post marriage it starts reducing to a mere bunch, followed by solo silver foil plated rose strand and ultimately ends up being a rare event. In-laws who were always like a sea-line which is so far yet so near suddenly turn into the sea-beach which is always near despite of being far 😉

Ok, now since all us are agreeing to the suggested hypothesis 🙂 let’s come to the conclusion. Yes, the dilemma of girl’s life decision should be dating life ya married life? Till the time a girl is inaccessible or not available on 24*7 basis, all 365 days, she continues to be desirable. For a girl, Pre-marriage is all about the guy and post-marriage is not just about the guy, but majorly about the all lawfully related ones, his family’s traditions, beliefs, practices, food eating habits, waking up patterns, and the list is really long.

Now let’s take a closer look at the guy, earlier you always saw him as a well dressed-up Mr. Perfect, and after marriage all of a sudden you will spot him roaming with uncombed hair in his loose pajamas with a tooth-brush in mouth 😀 And then a dream girl inside you will scream, where my prince charming has gone!

So, hopefully we are now agreeing that the real debate is dating life ya married life 🙂

After such a real life drama filled blog, being a happily married woman myself, it’s my moral duty to inspire many more who are planning to get married. Well, marriage is like a tree – lifelong commitment, which would flourish with plentiful of water which is time, air which is love and manure is the pampering which keeps the wow factor of the marriage alive. Keep the aura around the tree always alive and you will reap the fruits. And remember our Indian dialogue “Chand main bhi daag hota hai” heheh It’s a bit sour but a truth!

It’s your life; take the plunge only when you are convinced and ride the enjoyable married boat on mutual terms!

Cheers!

Note: This blog is inspired by the tv show of Sony Entertainment team. You can follow the show at https://www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange

 

It’s about those few, whom we love – Jindagi Na Milegi Doobara!           

Stop. Think. Express. Live Life.

 

 

 

The special ones, whom we love from our soul irrespective of relationship coordinates. 

Whenever there is a mishap in our surroundings or a climatic scare like tsunami etc, we feel like stopping  our brain nerves and chose to even give a thought that “this can happen with me too!!” 

 All I want to convey to everyone is that these relationships are the most valuable assets of your life. Go ahead, admit it, exchange emotions and then you would feel the real happiness. Believe me, the feeling is magical. 

Have you ever expressed any of these emotions ? If not, trust these written words and express your love today because no one can assure a tomorrow…..  

 “Papa, I love you a lot!” 

“You are my most prized friend J I am privileged to have u in my gang J” 

“Dearest and Loving Boss, I owe my success to you! Thanks for your mentoring and support!” 

“Bro, thanks for all the sacrifices that you have made for us. Love you forever!”  

My Dad, till date deeply loves his eldest brother who passed away many years back, BUT has a regret that he could never express his thankfulness to him. He never said “Bro, I love you. You mean the world to me”. Now, he is no more around to share this….. He still weeps when he remembers him and says “I wish…..” 

Don’t let this moment happen in your life ever, when you look back and say “I wish……”  

Recently I have lost the dearest one in my life – My “Mausi” (Mom’s eldest sister). She was very sweet and lovable. I really loved her and always expressed my emotions to her. Now, when I miss her, I look up in the sky and as always 🙂 . I am glad that I expressed all my love to her and possibly gifted her all her favorite items 🙂 

With the permission of my friend, I am sharing a wonderful note written by him to his Dad after which his parents drove down through two states all by themselves to meet his son – It’s magical, isn’t it?  

The experience goes like this – 

“ It was the very unusual occasion for anyone to introspect, office get together with lot of music and hoards of people around. Most of the people went away at 11:00 and few were there for company till the late hours. Music went from dance to gazals and thoughts started rolling. And from nowhere came the “BADI DARI” (Large sized Carpet). 

I never knew and imagined that this meant so much and had a very deep rooted meaning. 

Many years back, during summer holidays, it was a family rule to have the daily noon nap together. There used to be one single cooler in the government nursing quarters, where we stayed for most of our life. I used to curse my father for forcing us to sleep in afternoon and when I do it with my daughter today, it makes all the sense. 

I am working in a MNC currently and hardly get time for my wife and kid leave alone parents who are still staying at Betul, a low key town in MP. Giving PR and showing love has never been one of my strengths. I hardly call my parents and it makes them to believe that they are not on my priority list any more. Nothing can be far from reality than this notion. 

The idea is just to express in true Ranchod Singh Chanchad style that ‘ALL IS WELL’. ” 

I don’t want this blog to sound like a spiritual piece so I will write just one more line.

Go ahead and enjoy your life! While doing all this, remember to make your special ones feel really special.

Cheers!

Express Yourself

Dear Sudha Ma’am,

I could not find any other way to write to you but to blog about it. I wish it reaches you someday courtesy the nature of online medium and my luck. As JRD sir told you that “Always start with confidence.” So, I am going ahead with my letter.

Around 7 years back, my elder brother who worked with Infosys shared an evoking story with me . Today in my personal life, I am also facing a similar injustice happening with a very close family member and all of a sudden, I got reminded of the story shared by my brother.

I desperately googled for your letter and in few seconds, I found the letter on a website called suleka.com

I read it twice. And everytime my eyes were full of tears. Mrs. Murthy, you are a lady full of passion and conviction, yes I relate to you. Even I cannot bear injsutice and have always fought in some ways or the other.

Your letter gave me the inspiration to write to the concerned person and escalate this issue on behalf of my loved one. I don’t know if this would bring positive or negative result but I will be forever satisfied that I did my bit not just for my loved one but for many other such career aspirants who are living in the trauma of uncertainty courtesy few HR members.

My Dad says that emotions are meant to expressed so I follow him today and would like to express my gratitude to you, for giving me the strength.

Thanks! Wish I could get to meet you some day and take advices from you, in person.

Sharing this inspiring letter by our own pioneer lady Mrs. Sudha Murthy written to to JRD Tata.
( Have Passion!

“It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies’ hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.

I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer  science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the

US. I had not thought of taking up a job in India.

One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors).

It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.

At the bottom was a small line: “Lady candidates need not apply.”

I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up

against gender discrimination.

Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers. Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful.

After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco’s management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.

I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of the

Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company’s chairman then). I took the card, addressed it to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.

“The great Tatas have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.”

I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco’s Pune facility at the company’s expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.

To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do

in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco’s Pimpri office for the interview.

There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business.

“This is the girl who wrote to JRD,” I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realisation abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the

interview was being conducted.  Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I

told them, rather impolitely, “I hope this is only a technical interview.” They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them

Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, “Do you know

why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have

never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college;

this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker

throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.”

I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place.

I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties,

so I answered, “But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.”

Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.

It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him

till I was transferred to Bombay. One day I had to show some reports to Mr

Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw “appro JRD”. Appro means “our” in

Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.

I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM introduced me nicely, “Jeh (that’s what his close associates called him), this young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate.

She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.” JRD looked at me.

I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).

Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he remarked. “It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?”

“When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,” I replied. “Now I am Sudha

Murthy.” He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.

After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and

I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was in awe of him.

One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I

realise JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.

“Young lady, why are you here?” he asked. “Office time is over.” I said,

“Sir, I’m waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.” JRD said, “It is

getting dark and there’s no one in the corridor.

I’ll wait with you till your husband comes.”

I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside

made me extremely uncomfortable. I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a

simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There

wasn’t any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, “Look at this

person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.”

Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, “Young lady, tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.” In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a

choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my

final settlement when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.

Gently, he said, “So what are you doing, Mrs Kulkarni?” (That was the way

he always addressed me.) “Sir, I am leaving Telco.”

“Where are you going?” he asked. “Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a

company called Infosys and I’m shifting to Pune.”

“Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.”

“Sir, I don’t know whether we will be successful.” “Never start with

diffidence,” he advised me. “Always start with confidence. When you are

successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must

reciprocate. I wish you all the best.”

Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed

like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later

I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once

did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he

wrote to me, “It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he’s not alive to see you today.”

I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person,

he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn’t do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown

girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.

Close to 50 per cent of the students in today’s engineering colleges are

girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the

company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the

passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for

his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his

employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.”

Source: Picked from Suleka.com )

Warm Regards,
Shreya

Do you know a place which is a sacred ground surrounded with snowy mountains, white chilled roaring glacier water of Ganges(Ganga) passing by, awesome weather, nature’s own child, land swarming with Priests and devotees from all over India, plenty of foreign tourists, handful of media folks, filled with flashy lights, songs in the background and much more colors than our mind can imagine.

Any guesses?

Yes, you guessed it right. It’s Haridwar also spelled as Hardwar. It is an important holy pilgrimage city of Hindus in the state of Uttarakhand, India. It is situated at height of 314 metres from the sea level, between Shivalik Hills in the North and Northeast and the Ganges River in the South.

 Me and family are madly in love with this place not only for holy reason, but also for experiencing the life over here. There is a calmness amidst the buzz. This silence can be easily discovered by anyone who can tune in to the voice of the nature.

Sharing some glimpses of the paradise with you.

Haridwar from opposite bank of the Ganges

Statue of Lord Shiva besides the bank of Ganges River

 

Ariel view of Haridwar which is viewable while coming down on Cable Car to Manasa Devi Temple

Listening to Ganges 🙂

Evening Rush for the "Aarti" on the banks

Aarti Flowers

 
 

View of the evening "Aarti" at Har-ki-Pauri (Bank of the river Ganga)

 

Prayers in the calmness

Good Night Haridwar!

 Ganga Maiya ki jai (Hail Mother Ganges) – This chants ecohes all acorss Haridwar. Incredible India!