Paper Planes

“So tell me gentleman, tell me the time and place where it was easy to be a woman.”                                                                                              ―  Andrew Sean Greer ,  The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells The world is changing with a high pace. Its moving towards being much modern, contemporary, liberal and a tougher much better place to survive live. But then, so much said and so much written, the question is are we, as well moving with the world? Are we able to give an equal pace to our thinking as well? Are we able to match up with the speed of the changing world? I guess no! This comparison may be applicable to many things. But then, I only have one thing in my head for now and I have no intention to digress from it. And that one thing is: Have we been able to accept women being a equal part of men's world? Have we? Oh yes! Its an old topic. Discussed again and again... Rotten... Boring... Monotonous... Wait! Are you yawning? Just

"People ask the difference between a leader and a boss. The leader leads, and the boss drives."  -  Theodore Roosevelt Have just recently finished my MBA. No, I am offcourse not writing this post to brag about it. This post is regarding a thing that I have been thinking since I have enrolled for this course. In every semester, there have been atleast one subject which spoke about "Leaders and managers". There is so much being said and taught about them, glorifying the leaders and criticizing managers. But then, honestly how many leaders, I mean "real" leaders do we find around? Very rare... Right? Why? Even after teaching so much about the importance of being a leader and not just task masters aka managers, why do we still have dearth of leaders? Sitting in the classroom, we all aspire to become leaders. Infact many of us, being compelled by enthusiasm, even promise yourselves to become a leader. And the moment we become slaves of corporate, we f

Hold my hand, let me make you feel what I feel Come, come in my arms, let me hide you in my heart Look into my eyes, let me show you what lies deep in them Touch me, let me reveal whats hiding beneath this smile Walk with me,  let me take you to my world Make me yours, let me share a part of my soul with you Leave the meaningless part of your life, be mine...

I am back with a guilt of not penning down anything since so many days! Anyways, what bought me here today was a realization. A very basic one though, but important enough. And the realization is that what we consider as normal and regular can actually be special. Now, let me be specific by contracting the vague horizon of this word "normal". Lets take an example of the 'normal days' that we so deliberately take for granted. At times, we do not understand the value of having a regular day. In fact we feel irritated because nothing special happened on that particular day: no rendezvous with friends, no party, no movie, no date etc etc.  What we don't realize is that even those "normal" days that we disregard and do not value, are indeed 'special' days! It takes an incident to make us realize that and start respecting these same "normal" days. Ok then, let me continue this through an incident that opened my eyes to this realization,

Me and a friend of mine were having a very out of the ordinary chat today. She was telling me some very interesting stats about her friends. She told me that 90% of the male friends of her husband are really tired, stressed out and completely frustrated. No, not because of work load but because of the unnecessary pressure at home! Confused... Right? Same was my reaction. But then I am amazed the way wives have started torturing their husbands. And you will be amazed too, when I tell you for what. Let me tell you in the exact way as the wives torment their husbands with stupid and insane complains, like: "My cousin goes to vacation every alternate month!" "My friend's husband gifted her a solitaire on Anniversary. And you gave me a diamond one!" "They got a new Volvo!!! And we still own an old Honda City" "They went to New Zealand for their honeymoon. Even I want to go there" "They go pubbing every other day and we, we are alway

How do they write such amazing words with so much depth, so much intensity!!!!

 “Hypocrisy annoys me, people need to look into mirrors. Let me hold a mirror in front of your face.” ― C. JoyBell C. I never wanted to write this post because of many reasons. Well you already know what I'm going to talk about! Still, let me elaborate a bit. I am just and just getting so irritated and annoying with the hypocrisies of people these days!! Its kind of becoming unbearable for me.Worst is when people belonging to these species sit next to you and brag about something, which you know is completely wrong and damn, you cant say anything! Thanks to the courtesy genes imbibed in us, from childhood. Now, why I did not wanted to write this post. Well, while writing this post I will have to give examples of my acquaintances, people who are around me all the time, and by chance, if they get across this post, they might get a heart attack. Because certainly, I am just not going to keep even a inch of courtesy here. And they would surely recognize that it has been writt

Somewhere around Feb, 2005 She thought to give it a try again next morning, to convince her dad to let her pursue her dreams. Though, she knew the answer beforehand, but she was determined to give it a try till the last moment. She was born and bought up in a very small town of UP, called Saharanpur. Perhaps many of you wouldn't even have heard the name of it. It was a place which, like any other small town, was cut off from the modern world, where people still believed in girls being a burden on the family, where girls had no right to demand for a higher education, where girl's role was strictly restricted to being a house maker, where girls were just given basic education in desire of getting  a good match for them, where girls had no individuality, no independence, no say! Yes, she was born and bought up in that suffocating environment. But no one knew from where and when she developed those wings, that crave to fly, that urge for freedom and independence. Aft

Its just so amusing with a fragment of annoyance, when girls make fun of the 'girly' stuff that 'other' girls do!  I am sure you would have often heard the below cliches from almost all of your girlfriends (now, be honest!) "I am just not so girly" "I am so different!" "I don't have any qualities of being a girl" "I am more of boyish kinds" "I hate when girls bitch around" " I just like to hang around with boys" "I don't like doing makeup like girls" "I hate girls who do make up" In fact, I have literally seen girls imitating the 'girly' characteristics. For them, everything that a 'normal' girl does is a drama and exaggeration. Walking, talking, screaming, shouting, dancing,  and literally, almost everything done in a 'girly' way is a matter of amusement for them! Why? Why are we, being girls, are so humiliated of these traits which are hard-wired into us

Few words just get into your soul and make their home somewhere deep inside your heart! I am so much inspired and in love with Rumi's quotes! The words are just so full of intensity.  Below quote is the one I fell in love, the moment I came across it: 

“How would your life be different if…You walked away from gossip and verbal defamation? Let today be the day…You speak only the good you know of other people and encourage others to do the same.” ― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free Was having a chai-time discussion with a bunch of friends few days back. When suddenly the whole topic got diverted towards a girl, who used to be our colleague long back. Eventually all of us started talking about her. emmm... Ok, we started gossiping about her! Ok fine people!!! Relax! I admit, we started bitching about her!!! Grrr... I hate this word so much... But then, everyone gets caught into this 'bitchy' word's trap some or the other time! You cant escape. Phewww... Anyways, getting back to the gossiping bitching about that colleague, initially the discussion went on in a very healthy way. We all were enjoying till it got diverted and took a turn towards seriousness! We started discussing about what all nonsen

And so, I am back with another tale of courage, love and determination. Even this one had been narrated by one of my professors. Let me call him Rajesh for the sake of ease of describing the story. I guess, I am getting too much inspired by my professors these days, but never mind. They are there to inspire people like me:) And I feel proud and fortunate that I am able to grasp the emotions and gist of the stories that they narrate in the class. Anyways, the story goes like this. Rajesh had been in UK for a CSR (Corporate social responsibilities) activity. That year, he chose to nurse and take care of one of the terminally ill patient in a hospice in UK. Just for your information, terminal illness is a medical term commonly used to refer to a disease that will result in the death of the patient regardless of any treatment intervention and a patient who has such an illness may be referred to as a terminal patient or terminally ill patient. And such patients are generally sent to a

Dear 22 yr old me, How are you? Oh sorry, Let me ask you in your style, what's up? Hows life? I know quite busy... Busy in catching up with the swift pace of life, busy in proving yourself. BTW, to whom??? Oh!! You are busy in getting an answer to that as well! Its not your fault. That's the aggression that comes with this age. But have you observed that you are becoming a workaholic. You don't think so? Yeah? Then what are you doing in office at 11 pm? Why cant you sleep for one night without thinking about your clients, your work, about your boss and yes, about your competition at work? Why are you unable to enjoy anything in your life? Your family came to visit your place for the first time. And you did not even take a day's off to be with them!!! Is this acceptable? No. They went back without complaining. But you missed few very precious moments of your life. BTW, did you have lunch today? No, you dint and you don't even remember that. Why? You were bus

Facebook! A name that has impacted everyone's life, for few in a huge way and for others, in small fragments. But Facebook is certainly influencing everyone's life, the quantum might vary. It was, initially and majorly, a very powerful source of connecting with your friends from school and college, with whom you wouldn't have been ever able to make a connection otherwise. Its a blessing that way! But lately rather than just being a medium of getting connected with your friends, people have started using it as a platform for showing off, showing off everything, everything that they have and everything that they do not even have, everything that they possess, everything that do not even own, which includes both materialistic and emotional things They vent out their anger on their walls, they flaunt their happiness, they drown in their sadness. FB wall has actually become a showcase for every damn feeling they have.Its a open personal diary For them, Facebook has beco

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long   and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.   -Pablo Neruda

 

 

 

      I am just a passing wind, Would blow for sometime... You are like an island, I am a traveller, passing you by... I am like a star in the sky, Would shine till a cloud covers me off... You are like a b'ful dream, Would stay till I open my eyes...

6 yrs old, Innocent and impatient, Dying to grow up as soon as possible 10 yrs old, Naughty and callous Dying to be out of parent's restricted shell 16 yrs old, Cute and confused Dying to understand the world's customs 22 yrs old, B'ful and confident Dying to be out, & make a mark for myself 26 yrs old, Hot and high headed Dying to be one of those on the top 32 yrs old, Adult and matured Dying to know whats next 40 yrs old, Middle-aged and secured Dying to figure out how to deal with my mid life crises 50 yrs old, Wrinkled and unsure Dying to do something different in life 60 yrs old, Whimsical and stubborn Dying to bring everyone in my control 70 yrs old, Aged and unbearable Dying to figure out what the world is upto 80 yrs old, Tired and intolerable Dying to look back and find few moments of happiness 85 yrs old, Weary and exhausted Dying to live my life again But now, I am really dying..

Today I got an amazing example of a true leader while reading about a small incident from our former president Mr. Abdul Kalam's life. It goes like this: Mr. Kalam was chosen as the project director of one of India's largest satellite launch vehicle program, called the SLV-3. This program was to put India’s “Rohini” satellite into orbit by 1980. But then despite of lot of efforts towards making it a success, the same got failed miserably. There was some problem that got developed in the satellite at the last stage and instead of going into the orbit, the whole rocket system plunged into Bay of Bengal. It was a huge failure and a letdown for the whole team. Now, that very day, then chairman of the ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization), Prof. Satish Dhawan had called for a press conference, which was obviously to be conducted by Mr Kalam as he was the project director. While in the press conference, it seems Mr Kalam got really nervous. And then, Prof. Dhawan pulled