It was a regular Friday evening. Jenny, Vignesh, Vinayak and Myself had assembled in college to do time-pass as the lectures had been called off. By the way, we all are studying at Welingkars and pursuing MHRDM.
I reached in first and waited for the three friends to come over. We were in no mood to study. (PS : We usually study when lectures are cancelled). Everyone came over and we relaxed at the second floor of our college building. We chatted for about an hour and half. Jenny had bought a new cell fone, so we were kindda checkin it out. Jenny exclaimed "I have a nice Audio piece stored in the cell fone, i`ll put in on so guys can listen to it". Vinayak was not interested. Vignesh and Me jumped to listen to it. This audio had voice of a grown up male (Sutradhar) and a Girl`s voice(Somewhere around 8 years old).
This Audio Piece was in Marathi. The "Sutradhar" was explaining the Joy of being a mother for a woman. He explained the feelings of the Pregnant woman and his family. He continued and went a step ahead, here enters a voice of Small girl. This is the voice of the girl child speaking to her mother. The cute voice narrates that today the couple, the Man and his Pregnant wife are going somewhere(Girl : Amhi ata gaadi madhna kuthe tari challoy). They reach a place where here mother is asked to sleep on a bed (Girl exclaims: Aai tu ashi zhoplis kaa, amhi aata kuthe aaloy). The person puts some cream on the Pregnant lady`s belly and machine is touched to her belly( Girl : Aai he kai lavla and he kai karat aahe). The Doctor out there shows the movements of the child to the Family(Girl : Aai, Tu anhi baba hastana kiti chaan vattat anhi hey kai babani tujhe pappi ghetli) .
The Doctor takes the couple away and tells them that they will have a Girl Child. The Would-be mother is happy, she is ecstasic but the disturbed voice of the Sutradhar clearly iterates that the husband isn`t cool about this news. The Sutradhar`s words pierced into our hearts. The Girl is unkown to all this facts. She is explaining her developments to her mother (Girl : Aai mi aata char mahinyachi zhali aahe, maaje haath ani payi mothe zhale aahe, malla ithe khup anand hoto aahe, mein tula khup laat marte na gaa, mala maaf kar, mi kay karu tujhya potat mala khelaycha to ekach upay aahe, mhanun mi tula khup laat marte, baher yeun mala khup maja karaychi aahe, tujhyashi khup ghosti bolayche aahe). We smiled on these innocent comments.
The girl continues, (Girl : Aai tu je mala aaj khayla dilas te kkhup chaan hota, aata ratra zhali aahe tu zhop mi tula trass nahi denar, diwas bhar khup trass dila tula, anhi tu kahi bolat pan nahi mala, gapchup majhe nakhre sahan karun ghetes). We smiled again.
The Backgound score of the Audio piece suddenly goes serious. The Girl is now tensed (Girl : Aai tu ka radtes, aanhi baba tula ka oradley aata yevdhya jorat, Aaji pan aata bolat nahi majyashi and Ajoba tikde kopryat baslele astat, baba mazhyashi kiti bolayche adhi, aata majhyashi bolat ka nahi, tujhya barobar pan te neet bolat nahi, anhi kadhipan, te tula kaa martat). The Sutradhar enlightens the fact that incidentally the family is not happy in having a "Girl Child". They are enforcing the Pregnant lady to abort this girl child, which the lady is not ready to do and that is the root cause of these problems.
Today, the Girl is very tensed, she is injured because her father had pushed her mother and they both had fallen from a height (Girl : Aaaa, khup dukhtoy aai, tu ashi khali ka padlis, tula pan lagla asel na gaa). Sutradhar iterates that the lady and the child spend the whole night crying, Sutradhar takes us to next day morning. (Girl : Aai, amhi aata kuthe challoy, gaadi madhe firayla mala khup avadhte). The couple reaches a very secluded place, the girl is now anxious(Girl : Aai, amhi aata kuthe aalo). The Lady is asked to sleep on a bed. The Girl grows more anxious (Girl : Aai, tu ashi zhoplis kaa). The Background score grows very tense and serious. The Girl is now concerned (Girl : Aai tu zhoplis kaa, aanhi hey ka pathavlas mala, navin khelni pathavli, pan-pan, Aai, Aai). Sutradhar narrates that the couple have come down to a Abortion centre to get this girl child aborted. Now the operation has already begun and the Lady is lying unconsious on the bed. The Girl is in Huge pain (Girl : Aai tu je mala khelayla pathavlas te mala khup trass det aahe, aai tumhi lokana kasa ga kalat nahi, Mi ajun khup choti aahe, Aai, Aai he mala tyachya aat madhe odhat aahe, Aai yana saang na hey tambhvayala, Aai khup dukhtoy aai, Aai, Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiii). With a 'guilt in his voice' and 'shame in the tone', Sutradhar narrates that "The Young girl who has never seen the light of the day, is no more".Apparentlly this was the last cry of the Girl child before she was brutally killed.
Sutradhar is now angry and furious (Sutradhar : He kay zhala, eka lahan chintuklya mullila tumhi thar marlat, kay gunha hota ticha, gunha yevdhach ki ti ek Mulgi aahe. Devane aplya sagylyana ek sarkha banavla, karan tyala kadhi bhed-bhav dislech nahi, Anhi kay hakk aahe amhi Mansanna he bhed-bhav karayla.) The Audio piece ended. It was like end of a movie show, the voices were so engrossing.
Jenny explained that, this Sutradhar`s voice was one of his close friend which was made for a local Sarvajanik Ganesh Utsav, it was their theme for that particular year.
All was well and we got back to our regular gossip, but at the end i was left with few questions, Was the little girl killed by the Doctor???? - No!!!, Was she killed by the stupid Father and his parents??? - No!!! or was she the victim of our cruel society???. The answers to this questions are unattainable. I am still recuperating out from the last cry of that young girl which had left a scar on my heart. How can a family be a so cruel to its own off-spring?? I was yet to come to terms with this thought. That night, I was engrossed in the same and slept late.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Bachpan ka ek Childhood Suspense story...
The day was 16`th March - 1985, Saturday. A Telegram dropped at the Doorstep of Vyasraj Adya(My Father). It read "Your wife has deliverred a Baby Boy". He read it and seemed not be happy. He was expecting a Girl. Vaijayanti Adya(My Mother) was now a mother to, two boys. I was the second one. The First Being my Brother, Madhav.
Our Family had not gone nuclear i.e My parents shared the same apartment with their in-laws. It was not a pleasant experience for my mother. She along with my father, have gone through a lot of hardships to give us a Childhood to cherish, which they have suceeded in. I am writing this as a gratitude to them, because even if I sit and list down the contribution of my parents I am sure i`ll run Short of Paper and Ink. They say, Parents are your first teachers and first friends. Aha, I can proudly say that they are both.
We lived in this apartment for few years after my birth and after that we moved out to shift to a new place. My first memories of innocence(Childhood) come from here. My first school was a nursery run by a local teacher. The school was just a few meters away from our apartment. My Mother can still laugh her lungs out to remember, how i cried everyday to go there. I did not want to study or I did not want my Mother to leave me alone, I dont know, but I cried. I was only 3 years old then. I was not an outgoing smart kid. I was this guy with lots of fear about life and people. For a brief period, I had no friends outside school. I feared people, Strange but true. I was basically and Introvert to the core. Then, My only best friend was my Mummy, which she continues to be.
After this schooling experience, I was moved to new school. But my personality didnt budge, I was the same. I was slow but a steady learner with a normal IQ. My new school was good and gave me a big bunch of friends to play with. I studied there till grade three. After which my parents decided to move to the apartment, initially mentioned in this article.
Let me also introduce you to Madhav (My Brother). My initial foe and now a friend. Why a Foe?? is a very big story. I was the only victim of his pranks. I am basically a character with very less patience and irritating me was/is very easy, which my brother readily enjoyed.
We now had again moved back to our original destination and I had a school change again. This time it was the place were "My Father" had studied. Well this was the school were my actual character building started. I was the same guy to whom the world was his last-bench at the school and thats it. It was hard for me to open up in front of others, result of which my peer group was confined to a limited bunch of guys. I had a pretty normal life till grade six.
In grade seven, due to some unperrturbed reasons i had grown into a rebellion. We had this teacher "Mrs.Menon". Somehow I never enjoyed the assignments she gave. These assignments were to be completed at home. I never did that was always punished. The issue was escalated to my parents. Even they tried all the tricks in the book. I refused to change. I had grown from a "good boy" to a "bad boy". Due to this, i could clear the final exams with the least grades. You can say that i was forcibly pushed to the next level.
In the Eighth grade, we had a shuffling done accross the two divisions, "Division A" and "Division B". "Division A" was stuffed with bright students and "Division B" was stuffed with the Average ones. I was in "Division A", not because i was bright.
I was a part of this esteemed group of 14 students who were the worst performers amongst both the Divisions. We were kept with the best, with an idea of improving and grooming us. The school authorities thought we will only improve if we have good company.
With this shuffling, I had lost some good friends to other Division on the other hand i also got some new buddies. After a lot of toil and moil, we cleared the hurdle, i mean the eighth grade. By this time, we were graded as the worst set of students(Only the 14 esteemed ones) who can do absolutely nothing in life. We enjoyed this tag of worst students.
When we entered the Ninth Grade, we had few teachers retiring from their duties, which meant that new teachers entering the bandwagon. One of them was "Ms. Thorat" who use to teach Science and one old man "Mr.Aryabhatta" who taught us Algebra and Sanskrit. Both were good people, but we never liked their style of teaching , basically we did not want to study anything.
We planned, to Bunk lectures. Incidentally, one day after a lecture we thought of leaving the class for the next lecture. The next lecture was of Ms.Thorat. Our plan was plain and simple.
PLAN
We will leave the class after Mr.Arybhatta(who took the earlier lecture before Ms.Thorat) leaves and we will get into the boys toilet. We will stay there till "Ms Thorat" finishes her lecture and once she is out of the class, before the next teacher marches in, we will get into the class.
At the first attempt, we were successful in our crime. The fact that the exhaust window of the boys toilet was such built that from there we would easily keep an eye on the entrance of our class. All the time we left the class, for not attending Ms.Thorat`s lecture we could easily see who is entering or leaving our class. The Thrill of "Breaking those rules of School" sent chills down our spine. Till the next 4 to 5 months we had become regular to this exercise. We thoroughly enjoyed. Our whole class was testimony to our acts, but everyone kept mum. We were all friends, except few who envied us.
Then came the D-Day. It was a regular Saturday, we left our class behind Ms.Thorats back. As we did regularly : we stayed, for the whole of Ms.Thorat`s lecture, in the toilet. We had our part of fun. We saw from the window that Ms.Thorat left the class, our eyes followed her till she moved away from the entrance from our class, then we slowly enterred the class. Incidentally, that was the last lecture and all the other class-mates were ready to leave the school for the day. A chaos would rise everytime the final bell would rang. That Chaos and hustle-bustle of the remaining class-mates helped us reach the class safely and unnoticed. When I enterred the class, I saw the school bags of all the four culprits being confiscated. We sensed trouble and questionned the girl who was taking our bags away. She said, Our act had been reported to the Class Teacher and we were screwed. Heaven crashed down our heads. We always knew this day would come, but did not expect it to come so early.
We actually did not realise the scale of our crime on that Saturday. We left alongside others and were normal. We were tensed fo sometime, later we decided to face the consequences as they come up.
We reached school at normal timings, we finished singing our Daily Prayers and the National Anthem. As soon as we finished our Anthem, our teacher(Mrs. Laxmi) called our names. She Said "Varadraj, Varun, Shirish, Franco and Sumit, follow me to the Principals Cabin". We saw each other, Varun threw a Smile. We knew this is the start. We went to the Principals Cabin, Mrs. Laxmi("Laxmi Teacher" is what we called her) was already present there. She opened a register in front of us and exclaimed "Take your residence numbers, and call your parents now". Our Hearts, started pounding with fear. Laxmi teacher left the scene for a lecture at our class. She came back to find none of us had called our parents and over that she also found Sumit & Franco shamelessly laughing. She was fumed and in her fury she gave a tight slap to Franco. She picked the register and went inside the Principals Cabin. She came out after 15 mins. She said our parents will be coming in 30 mins.
The Music had begun, once our parents came, we were all invited to the "Principals Cabin". Our Principal was having "Batata Vada" and as we enterred her room without asking "May I Come-In", She exclaimed "Mannerless Fellows" and started hidding her plate of "Batata Vada". We stood there silently with our heads down, Laxmi Teacher, Principal Maam and Our Parents were Yelling and Swearing at us for the next ONE hour. We were left with extremely strict warnings from "Laxmi Teacher, Principal Maam and Our Parents". We thought its over, but the worst was yet to come. Our parents were asked to leave. Laxmi Teacher furiously looked at us and asked us to follow her to the class-room.
She(Mrs.Laxmi) went inside the class and we followed her. She made us stand in front of class, we resembled the "Suspects at the Police-Stations". She asked me to come a step forward. I did what she asked. She yelled "What the hell did you guys do once you left the class??". I said "We stayed in the toilet". She furiously yelled again "What the hell did you do there, SMOKE??". I was clueless. I didn`t know what to say. I knew someone had spread a wrong word about our activites. We did everything except, Smoking. I kept my head down. There, I saw "Mehul" and "Saurabh" silently pleading to not to disclose their names. Apparently, they were with us all the time but not for that unfortunate "Saturday". I saw them and Mrs.Laxmi and kept my head down in guilt. She fumed again "You shameless fellow, get back, Shirish, you come forward and tell me whatever you did in the toilet". Shirish did the same, he kept his head down in silence. Mrs Laxmi knew that we are not going to open our mouths, what she did not knew was, We did everything in the toilet except, Smoking.
She(Mrs.Laxmi) saw us in despair with her eyes fuming red and asked us to take our seats with one final warning. She said "You useless fellow, atleast have the guts to speak to the truth, go and get back to your seats". That day she sat quiet and she did not continue with her lecture.
Now after 10 years, we(Myself, Shirish, Varun, Mehul, Varun, Sumit, Franco, Saurabh) still wonder who the hell leaked our names to the teachers. THE SUSPENSE her is the culprit, we have few suspects but never found the real culprit .
You can call it a coincidence, none of us (Myself, Shirish, Varun, Mehul, Varun, Sumit, Franco and Saurabh) SMOKE, till date.
Our Family had not gone nuclear i.e My parents shared the same apartment with their in-laws. It was not a pleasant experience for my mother. She along with my father, have gone through a lot of hardships to give us a Childhood to cherish, which they have suceeded in. I am writing this as a gratitude to them, because even if I sit and list down the contribution of my parents I am sure i`ll run Short of Paper and Ink. They say, Parents are your first teachers and first friends. Aha, I can proudly say that they are both.
We lived in this apartment for few years after my birth and after that we moved out to shift to a new place. My first memories of innocence(Childhood) come from here. My first school was a nursery run by a local teacher. The school was just a few meters away from our apartment. My Mother can still laugh her lungs out to remember, how i cried everyday to go there. I did not want to study or I did not want my Mother to leave me alone, I dont know, but I cried. I was only 3 years old then. I was not an outgoing smart kid. I was this guy with lots of fear about life and people. For a brief period, I had no friends outside school. I feared people, Strange but true. I was basically and Introvert to the core. Then, My only best friend was my Mummy, which she continues to be.
After this schooling experience, I was moved to new school. But my personality didnt budge, I was the same. I was slow but a steady learner with a normal IQ. My new school was good and gave me a big bunch of friends to play with. I studied there till grade three. After which my parents decided to move to the apartment, initially mentioned in this article.
Let me also introduce you to Madhav (My Brother). My initial foe and now a friend. Why a Foe?? is a very big story. I was the only victim of his pranks. I am basically a character with very less patience and irritating me was/is very easy, which my brother readily enjoyed.
We now had again moved back to our original destination and I had a school change again. This time it was the place were "My Father" had studied. Well this was the school were my actual character building started. I was the same guy to whom the world was his last-bench at the school and thats it. It was hard for me to open up in front of others, result of which my peer group was confined to a limited bunch of guys. I had a pretty normal life till grade six.
In grade seven, due to some unperrturbed reasons i had grown into a rebellion. We had this teacher "Mrs.Menon". Somehow I never enjoyed the assignments she gave. These assignments were to be completed at home. I never did that was always punished. The issue was escalated to my parents. Even they tried all the tricks in the book. I refused to change. I had grown from a "good boy" to a "bad boy". Due to this, i could clear the final exams with the least grades. You can say that i was forcibly pushed to the next level.
In the Eighth grade, we had a shuffling done accross the two divisions, "Division A" and "Division B". "Division A" was stuffed with bright students and "Division B" was stuffed with the Average ones. I was in "Division A", not because i was bright.
I was a part of this esteemed group of 14 students who were the worst performers amongst both the Divisions. We were kept with the best, with an idea of improving and grooming us. The school authorities thought we will only improve if we have good company.
With this shuffling, I had lost some good friends to other Division on the other hand i also got some new buddies. After a lot of toil and moil, we cleared the hurdle, i mean the eighth grade. By this time, we were graded as the worst set of students(Only the 14 esteemed ones) who can do absolutely nothing in life. We enjoyed this tag of worst students.
When we entered the Ninth Grade, we had few teachers retiring from their duties, which meant that new teachers entering the bandwagon. One of them was "Ms. Thorat" who use to teach Science and one old man "Mr.Aryabhatta" who taught us Algebra and Sanskrit. Both were good people, but we never liked their style of teaching , basically we did not want to study anything.
We planned, to Bunk lectures. Incidentally, one day after a lecture we thought of leaving the class for the next lecture. The next lecture was of Ms.Thorat. Our plan was plain and simple.
PLAN
We will leave the class after Mr.Arybhatta(who took the earlier lecture before Ms.Thorat) leaves and we will get into the boys toilet. We will stay there till "Ms Thorat" finishes her lecture and once she is out of the class, before the next teacher marches in, we will get into the class.
At the first attempt, we were successful in our crime. The fact that the exhaust window of the boys toilet was such built that from there we would easily keep an eye on the entrance of our class. All the time we left the class, for not attending Ms.Thorat`s lecture we could easily see who is entering or leaving our class. The Thrill of "Breaking those rules of School" sent chills down our spine. Till the next 4 to 5 months we had become regular to this exercise. We thoroughly enjoyed. Our whole class was testimony to our acts, but everyone kept mum. We were all friends, except few who envied us.
Then came the D-Day. It was a regular Saturday, we left our class behind Ms.Thorats back. As we did regularly : we stayed, for the whole of Ms.Thorat`s lecture, in the toilet. We had our part of fun. We saw from the window that Ms.Thorat left the class, our eyes followed her till she moved away from the entrance from our class, then we slowly enterred the class. Incidentally, that was the last lecture and all the other class-mates were ready to leave the school for the day. A chaos would rise everytime the final bell would rang. That Chaos and hustle-bustle of the remaining class-mates helped us reach the class safely and unnoticed. When I enterred the class, I saw the school bags of all the four culprits being confiscated. We sensed trouble and questionned the girl who was taking our bags away. She said, Our act had been reported to the Class Teacher and we were screwed. Heaven crashed down our heads. We always knew this day would come, but did not expect it to come so early.
We actually did not realise the scale of our crime on that Saturday. We left alongside others and were normal. We were tensed fo sometime, later we decided to face the consequences as they come up.
We reached school at normal timings, we finished singing our Daily Prayers and the National Anthem. As soon as we finished our Anthem, our teacher(Mrs. Laxmi) called our names. She Said "Varadraj, Varun, Shirish, Franco and Sumit, follow me to the Principals Cabin". We saw each other, Varun threw a Smile. We knew this is the start. We went to the Principals Cabin, Mrs. Laxmi("Laxmi Teacher" is what we called her) was already present there. She opened a register in front of us and exclaimed "Take your residence numbers, and call your parents now". Our Hearts, started pounding with fear. Laxmi teacher left the scene for a lecture at our class. She came back to find none of us had called our parents and over that she also found Sumit & Franco shamelessly laughing. She was fumed and in her fury she gave a tight slap to Franco. She picked the register and went inside the Principals Cabin. She came out after 15 mins. She said our parents will be coming in 30 mins.
The Music had begun, once our parents came, we were all invited to the "Principals Cabin". Our Principal was having "Batata Vada" and as we enterred her room without asking "May I Come-In", She exclaimed "Mannerless Fellows" and started hidding her plate of "Batata Vada". We stood there silently with our heads down, Laxmi Teacher, Principal Maam and Our Parents were Yelling and Swearing at us for the next ONE hour. We were left with extremely strict warnings from "Laxmi Teacher, Principal Maam and Our Parents". We thought its over, but the worst was yet to come. Our parents were asked to leave. Laxmi Teacher furiously looked at us and asked us to follow her to the class-room.
She(Mrs.Laxmi) went inside the class and we followed her. She made us stand in front of class, we resembled the "Suspects at the Police-Stations". She asked me to come a step forward. I did what she asked. She yelled "What the hell did you guys do once you left the class??". I said "We stayed in the toilet". She furiously yelled again "What the hell did you do there, SMOKE??". I was clueless. I didn`t know what to say. I knew someone had spread a wrong word about our activites. We did everything except, Smoking. I kept my head down. There, I saw "Mehul" and "Saurabh" silently pleading to not to disclose their names. Apparently, they were with us all the time but not for that unfortunate "Saturday". I saw them and Mrs.Laxmi and kept my head down in guilt. She fumed again "You shameless fellow, get back, Shirish, you come forward and tell me whatever you did in the toilet". Shirish did the same, he kept his head down in silence. Mrs Laxmi knew that we are not going to open our mouths, what she did not knew was, We did everything in the toilet except, Smoking.
She(Mrs.Laxmi) saw us in despair with her eyes fuming red and asked us to take our seats with one final warning. She said "You useless fellow, atleast have the guts to speak to the truth, go and get back to your seats". That day she sat quiet and she did not continue with her lecture.
Now after 10 years, we(Myself, Shirish, Varun, Mehul, Varun, Sumit, Franco, Saurabh) still wonder who the hell leaked our names to the teachers. THE SUSPENSE her is the culprit, we have few suspects but never found the real culprit .
You can call it a coincidence, none of us (Myself, Shirish, Varun, Mehul, Varun, Sumit, Franco and Saurabh) SMOKE, till date.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Welingkar Experience
On Monday,7`th July, 2008, there came a new beginning in my life. My Part-Time MBA(MHRDM) kickstarted. My Dream to start an MBA shaped into reality.
I entered the 171000 sq ft Welingkar campus with mixed emotions. I was happy, ecstasic, emotional, anxious and almost half brain dead in all this excitment. I stopped at the main entrance and looked at the main gate. It read "S.P, Mandalis - Welingkar Institute of Management, Development and Research". With my heart pounding to a thousand beats, I knew that I had called in for a huge responisbilty. Ya, studying in the 12th best B-School is certainly one hell of a task. I knew my choice was correct.
I entered the gate anf I was guided by the Seniors to an Auditorium, a massive room with a capacity to accomodate 200+ students. Here I am, happy to see Ritesh, who was a stranger but was my neighbour during my tests as well as GD. We were surprised at the fact that we both had got selected. This Auditorium has 3 Projector-screens. They were screening some news channel from Network-18 group. After few anxious minutes, there arrived a convoy of some senior people. They were the team of Dr.Uday Salunkhe (Director - WIMDR) including Dr.Uday Salunkhe himself.
The event started with the Lighting of the Sacred Diya. We had very nice and motivational AV`s displayed during the course of a Session taken by Dr.Uday Salunkhe. I liked the one on "Passion" because it was designed on Sports achievers ;).
We had professors speaking on Innovation, Passion, Integrity, Design Thinking, Right Attiutde, Zealous Nature, Mind Maps.
Overall, it was a one of its own kind of experience. I left the auditorium with a promise to myself that I will give 100% to take the most of this course.
I entered the 171000 sq ft Welingkar campus with mixed emotions. I was happy, ecstasic, emotional, anxious and almost half brain dead in all this excitment. I stopped at the main entrance and looked at the main gate. It read "S.P, Mandalis - Welingkar Institute of Management, Development and Research". With my heart pounding to a thousand beats, I knew that I had called in for a huge responisbilty. Ya, studying in the 12th best B-School is certainly one hell of a task. I knew my choice was correct.
I entered the gate anf I was guided by the Seniors to an Auditorium, a massive room with a capacity to accomodate 200+ students. Here I am, happy to see Ritesh, who was a stranger but was my neighbour during my tests as well as GD. We were surprised at the fact that we both had got selected. This Auditorium has 3 Projector-screens. They were screening some news channel from Network-18 group. After few anxious minutes, there arrived a convoy of some senior people. They were the team of Dr.Uday Salunkhe (Director - WIMDR) including Dr.Uday Salunkhe himself.
The event started with the Lighting of the Sacred Diya. We had very nice and motivational AV`s displayed during the course of a Session taken by Dr.Uday Salunkhe. I liked the one on "Passion" because it was designed on Sports achievers ;).
We had professors speaking on Innovation, Passion, Integrity, Design Thinking, Right Attiutde, Zealous Nature, Mind Maps.
Overall, it was a one of its own kind of experience. I left the auditorium with a promise to myself that I will give 100% to take the most of this course.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Yash IT & HR Services
I wanted a space to scribble my thoughts and i find this.
To start with, i chose to write on our Company "Yash IT & HR Services". Yash started in July, 2006 at an office which could not accommodate more than 5 people. Then, i was not a member of this orgn, i joined later in December.
Flashback : I graduated from Mumbai University in the year of 2005. Not with much difficulty, i got a job a job. I even took it up. After much toil and moil n all the struggle with two terrifying bosses, I left the place, within 11 mths of my appointment, for another assignment at another co. The struggle contd., i could not find my place in the corporate and could not figure what i was exactly upto, resulting into my early exit within 5 mths of my appointment. Here I was, with nothing in my hand, with a blank mind. I wanted to be an MBA then, which was my most cherished dream, then. During the same time, my brother came up with this idea of me joining his orgn as a full time associate. The Idea tickled me, and joined him in the Dec-2006.
My colleagues are someone with whom i am closely knitted in a personal relation. Finding a place for myself was not much difficult. Since then i have been closely involved with this baby of ours i.e Yash.
A day at Yash, is full of energy, enthusiasm and hope. We are a bunch of seven crazy people. Let me introduce you to everyone in the order of their seniority at "Yash".
Our "Sarpanch" is Madhav(he`s even my elder brother). Methinks our Sarpanch is a "Magic Man"coz He has a solution to all our silly doubts and problems.His Patience-Unmatchable, His Insight-of a master, His Mind - of Chacha Choudhary(works with every computer), His Appetite for Success- Of Sachin Tendulkar for his Centuries, And is humble enough to understand the importance of Power. Aha.. his qualities surpass my vocabulary.
Next Comes Pratik(Mukhiya). Methinks, he is the craziest character of the lot. Always has this crazy ideas for dealing with situations and has some unmatchable self-confidence to deliver them to our team. I admire his conviction. Has abundant energy. He along with Madhav had this idea of starting "Yash". Thank god for it.
And here comes Chaitra (Sarpanch ki Biwi and My Brothers Better Half ) actually not half, she if full of life. You know she has the face which can win "First-Person-to-see-in-the-Morning" award. Not because she is beautiful, but because of the energy she exhales in the environment. I can only imagine the plight of my brother, when he must have seen her for the first time. Coming to the professional part, Her working style is very organised. Always there is something or other to learn from her. I would term her as The most important member of our "Panchayat".
Dont Forget Rashmi(Our Mukhiyas Better Half). A very friendly, down to earth and a genuine personality. Has rubbed off the exuberant enthusiasm from Pratik. Which acts as a collective advantage for us as an Organization.
Next in line Moah, I cant write good about myself. Let the readers of this Blog do the honors.
We cant miss out on Alpa, A person who can speak to hundred people in a Playing ground without a mike. Has some very strange qualities, which are unmatched. A very important member of our team.
We still have Sneha, despite her elder age, she had the courage to join us. She had gelled quite well.
That sums up our team. We crib, we nag, we fight, we have our differences , all in all we at Yash form an inseparable team, ready for almost anything/everything.
I could not have asked for something better than this.
To start with, i chose to write on our Company "Yash IT & HR Services". Yash started in July, 2006 at an office which could not accommodate more than 5 people. Then, i was not a member of this orgn, i joined later in December.
Flashback : I graduated from Mumbai University in the year of 2005. Not with much difficulty, i got a job a job. I even took it up. After much toil and moil n all the struggle with two terrifying bosses, I left the place, within 11 mths of my appointment, for another assignment at another co. The struggle contd., i could not find my place in the corporate and could not figure what i was exactly upto, resulting into my early exit within 5 mths of my appointment. Here I was, with nothing in my hand, with a blank mind. I wanted to be an MBA then, which was my most cherished dream, then. During the same time, my brother came up with this idea of me joining his orgn as a full time associate. The Idea tickled me, and joined him in the Dec-2006.
My colleagues are someone with whom i am closely knitted in a personal relation. Finding a place for myself was not much difficult. Since then i have been closely involved with this baby of ours i.e Yash.
A day at Yash, is full of energy, enthusiasm and hope. We are a bunch of seven crazy people. Let me introduce you to everyone in the order of their seniority at "Yash".
Our "Sarpanch" is Madhav(he`s even my elder brother). Methinks our Sarpanch is a "Magic Man"coz He has a solution to all our silly doubts and problems.His Patience-Unmatchable, His Insight-of a master, His Mind - of Chacha Choudhary(works with every computer), His Appetite for Success- Of Sachin Tendulkar for his Centuries, And is humble enough to understand the importance of Power. Aha.. his qualities surpass my vocabulary.
Next Comes Pratik(Mukhiya). Methinks, he is the craziest character of the lot. Always has this crazy ideas for dealing with situations and has some unmatchable self-confidence to deliver them to our team. I admire his conviction. Has abundant energy. He along with Madhav had this idea of starting "Yash". Thank god for it.
And here comes Chaitra (Sarpanch ki Biwi and My Brothers Better Half ) actually not half, she if full of life. You know she has the face which can win "First-Person-to-see-in-the-Morning" award. Not because she is beautiful, but because of the energy she exhales in the environment. I can only imagine the plight of my brother, when he must have seen her for the first time. Coming to the professional part, Her working style is very organised. Always there is something or other to learn from her. I would term her as The most important member of our "Panchayat".
Dont Forget Rashmi(Our Mukhiyas Better Half). A very friendly, down to earth and a genuine personality. Has rubbed off the exuberant enthusiasm from Pratik. Which acts as a collective advantage for us as an Organization.
Next in line Moah, I cant write good about myself. Let the readers of this Blog do the honors.
We cant miss out on Alpa, A person who can speak to hundred people in a Playing ground without a mike. Has some very strange qualities, which are unmatched. A very important member of our team.
We still have Sneha, despite her elder age, she had the courage to join us. She had gelled quite well.
That sums up our team. We crib, we nag, we fight, we have our differences , all in all we at Yash form an inseparable team, ready for almost anything/everything.
I could not have asked for something better than this.
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