Gandhi Reincarnated - Gandhism in Globalised Economy!

                     The World is flat - Thomas L Friedman

Indeed, the world has come a long way in the last century. From the realms of small family managed businesses in 1900’s to giant corporate houses across the continents in 2000’s, the world around us has really become a global village. Business today has become borderless or technically speaking we have come to live in an era of Globalization. Globalization has not only made a mark in our business but also in our daily lives. Today it’s not amazing for an American family to have a neighbor of Indian origin. One’s children may be studying with children from different race or origin. While Globalization promises a free and optimistic world for one and all it is worthwhile to see what makes it work. It’s interesting to know that the ideas on which the ship of Globalization is sailing finds its anchor in the ideals of thinkers such as Mohan Das Karamchand Gandhi or simply Gandhi, as the world knows him.

The basic tenet of Globalization, that work can be done in any part of the world relates to the Gandhian principles of equality. Gandhi advocated that all human beings are equal and are equally capable. They all must enjoy the same rights. Today the big businesses across the world are realizing the same and have increased their workforce in the developing nations, cognizant of the fact that talent knows no boundaries.

The second pillar of inclusive growth has seen many companies’ work for benefits of the people in various countries. Although global, they have already started imbibing the local culture and setting up corporate social responsibility activities to ensure inclusive growth. By Gandhian principles, growth is meaningful when it is inclusive, and in modern economy growth is sustainable when it is inclusive. This idea marks the dawn of a new era where businesses think of overall and not individual excellence.

The third pillar of ethics has never been so relevant to businesses than in globalized economy. Gandhian principles state that ethics has the most important role in one’s life and society. Today we have seen the Satyam’s and Enron’s of the world coming crashing down due to lack of ethics. These companies had everything they wanted but for the basic ideologies of ethics. Ethics has become the heart of any business today so much so that an unwritten rule of “only the ethical survive” has been proved correct in the last decades.

Gandhian principles of truth, tolerance and equality have a very strong correlation with the way businesses are being done. One can see the Gandhian philosophy in action in the world’s Tata’s and Infosys’. These companies have laid their businesses on similar lines of Gandhian philosophy and have seen unprecedented success. On a bird’s eye view, we can find that all the successful companies in the globalized economies have somewhere or the other have their roots in the basic principles of Gandhi.

Thus the Gandhian principles though deliberated long back; were never more relevant to business than in today’s globalized world.

Kamino ...Missing U ... all over again !!!

I am back in college and everything is ok here except that i am missing you guys very much .... it feels like being in ISM again without the company ... love....... spirits  of you wonderful beings...
I know lives have changed ... we have traded different routes in life and probably we shall all never again meet at a single crossroad of this life ... but I shall always love and cherish the roads when we were all walking side by side... each at a shoulder's length distance from each other or even closer.

Today when I walk on the path way to college ... similar to when i was rushing for the classes in ISM .. i miss the cajoling words of my chota haathi ..." yaar abhi sirf 8:05 hua hai .. abhi time hai ." and we would sleespishly enter the classroom without any pen .....and arpit without even a copy ......... Here i generally reach on time .. not becoz i have changed but because i dont have your assuring company of the last moment rush .. which of course is no fun .... I am growing thinner here .. haven't even tasted the samosas and snack of the nearby outside shops .... i still like sweets ... but bereft of your company .. i dont feel like having them anymore .....

I know I am talking immature ..... but I also know that u will understand i shall always remain immature....

I am mostly found in my room here as there is no room no 166 here ... my favorite room in ISM ..... When i visit any room here ..... i miss those faces somehow adjusting happily on the same bed facing the window and the other bed almost vacant ... with pearls of laughter and ounce of wisdom .. with non sense immense and length of the discussions from lunch to dinner.... Amongst these the tender soul had impressed me for lifetime .. and i miss your words ... i miss your perspective of seeing things from a much different height .. I miss the walks from ramdhani to seismological center .. I miss venting out myself and getting cajoled by the philosophy of the higher domain .. i miss the way I knew you .... differently ...... Though this vacuum can never be filled ... the college here often finds me wanting to walk on the roads unknown(here are few) .... only to find that you are not there to accompany me ... and I rest my feet hating to walk on that lane ....

I have somehow been lucky to meet some people in life who have a special place .......... but its never been so troubling for me before ....  it feels i am having samosa without any aloo.. I won't lie ..... there was freshers welcome .. i slept through half of it .. I hushed myself out of the DJ .. It's not that I dint try to enjoy .. but somewhere the mess parties flashing my minds ... I couldn't do anything but run away from the party .. back to my room ....

People are planning for vacations and I have distanced myself from all such plans.. after all it cant be Kolkata trip or neither it can be Kundan's home trip .. Here, no one says anything if you take water from there bottle .. but I never do .. I dont ask for shampoo here .. its not that no one does ... but it's not compelling to ask for water , shampoo , bucket .. deo to one who is none of you folks ....

There is no one  like prat here who could make you understand the concepts patiently and when you dint get it would ask "ghont lo". The roomie here is good, but it's not you who would silently understand when I was troubled and waited for me patiently , sometimes till infinity to confront him the situation. I am still straight but I miss the perfect gentleman , the most effiecient guy who would sleep on time ... no matter even if it was a DC exam tomorrow( His max wake up time was 1 am in DC).

Everyone is so practical here, I miss the heart of gold , the innocence of love and the scorn of the tiger .... Raj .. Though he has changed a lot in the recent times, I still saviour the image which is there to stay .. the truest form of man . I don't ask doubts to people , not because I don't have any but coz it reminds me of the days when even before the exams you would be found explaining the concepts to the less illuminated folks , sometimes for the nth time... I miss the tenderness of your soul and along with the generosity of ur wallet(I used to finish off his prepaid balance while he was fast asleep). He never complained and neither did Rastogi.

There is a temple here at the hill top and I can get the company , but I don't feel like going ....It makes me remember the Hyderabad days with you rastogi..........I miss those lengthy conversations on love life....

It's not that people here are dumb, but i still miss the intellects of ganza , mathur and ghosh da who could molest the logic of logic to any extent. I miss the numerous debates, planning of tom dick and harry and what not .. and of course I miss the Kundan-Mathur show .... Anshu has changed from a fragile guy to tough guy both mentally and physically, but i still like to believe that he is the guy who used to come to the volleyball court almost everyday for almost negligible improvement in the skills..A favorite of bhatta who actually wanted to preserve his brains in ISM for further reserach ... ok i was kidding ..

I miss you  both .....Neha and Neelam , The girls here though 40% in proportion are no fun to walk with to the Girl's hostel(No I don't delibrately go there... the mess is that side). I miss the short temper and the valentine's day roses ... I miss the kolkata trip .. I miss the library days.... I miss seeing neelam preparing for Gre and teasing her .. I miss those long hours spent in canteen.. I miss the computer workshop , I miss the Bangalore catch up .. I miss the sense of warmth I had in your company and I miss the fun and frolic in yours........I miss your fights and your sign languages .........

I can go on and on and on ....... it wont ever end .....

but practically its 4:45 am now .. let me wind up ...........

I know i should not say this .... but let me tell it to you now that the emotion platter is full ..........................There was one thg in final year that changed me .. and my perception of almost evrythg . .............. I feel very blessed to have you all as my friends in those trying times and later ........................each one of you has touched my life in a very unique way .. beyond the limits of words...

I love You ALL,

Happy friendship day


PS: The above was written on 1st August, reproduced out of love and dearth of anything more beautiful than the words above...

Life in S.Pjain Institute of Management Research

SP...Here it is :)

You have run enough...... It was a long race, where you learnt all the tricks of the trade, from sheer hard work to applying your grey cells to the limits. Now you can let go! Yes, here it is different; here it is S.P Jain Institute of Management Research.

As with the greatest personalities in life, SP Jain find its deepest values in simplicity.  Three months into the programme, the Spinners have already fallen in love with every minuscule of the Institute. Apart from the multitude of talent handpicked from different parts of the country, you have a unique pedagogy which will make you rethink all that you have done in your life. Here you will see the seamless amalgamation of the eastern ethos and the western efficiency. This is where you shall work day in and day out and at the end of the day , fall in love  with it.

The feel at the Pinnacle

The batch size of 180, although makes it difficult to get in for the many deserving and talented pool, ensures that once you are in, you develop a close connect with your peers and build relationships which last lifetime. There are lots of first in SPJIMR. It is the first institute to implement the choice of the stream(IM, Finance, Operations and Marketing) right at the time of admission. As in life, focus in important, so is it in SPJIMR. While freshers and work-experience are equally considered, it ensures that it selects only the students focused on what they want out of their life.

The eclectic integration of courses and the student activity helps one explore all that they ever wanted to do. One learns from the CEO’s as well as the slum dwellers in the pedagogy of SPJIMR. The innovative hats of Abyudaya ( shaping some one’s life), DOCC , PG Lab , Geeta Shibir take you through a myriads of emotions, of self development, peer development and societal development. While at class you interact with one of the best brains across India from diverse background, you learn the administrative aspects of society in ADMAP.

The view from up here

The day starts at 8:30 am and often transpires into the next day with lots of work , fun and life. You keep finding your ‘aha’ moments rediscovering yourself , sometimes in the lanes to hostel (boy’s and girls), in Open Air theatre or the sports complex. Being in the fast track Mumbai often gives you the momentum to pursue your interests outside studies , in theatres, live projects etc.

The Spinners....

They say, we have given you a threat free 2 years and we intend to make the most out of it.After all life is all about knowing , being and doing ....so is MBA...

I liked SPJIMR ... and infact am loving it............

SP it is !!

No cents for anyone to guess what SP is and how confused would I have been to join anything other than the coveted "IIM's". After all, graduating from one of the premier colleges in India infact the pride of clearing  IIT leads one into believing that anything with double "I" has his hallmark on atleast one of its seats. Of course, not underestimating the caliber of any ISMITE, reality bites are different and one needs to work hard and sometimes even much more than those who do not carry the halos of IIT somewhere around them.... and thinking that a seat is reserved for you in the lanes of media love - IIM's is a fallacy which just makes you sleep peacefully until the D day and yet another year and so on.

I was about to sleep peacefully for another year when thanks to alerts from coaching institutes on my mobile made me to check for an almost impossible thing; profile based calls of SPJIMR were out. OK .. for those who still don't have any idea what SPJIMR is ..with due respect to you ignorance in the field of management education, it is S.P Jain Institute of Management and Research, one of the best B school in India in the cadre of IIM's, XLRI and FMS. More on how good . comparisons etc will come later...

Right now, I seemed to have bagged a profile based call to SPjain; which wasn't even a remote possibility. To bag a profile call, you have to climb an everest... what , i am serious ? Ok , not an everest but at least you must have some international recognition or ranji playing experience(13th man won't do) or music maestro or through out university topper or might have changed the lives of socially challenged people .....phew ... it's not less than Everest ...

On some retrospection, my profile seemed to have some good points .. well I shall not put it here for public scrutiny .. but it somehow fitted on the lines of the international , zonal .. etc . So what next, prepare for the inteview and decide later if I had to take it up. With couple of sessions in TIME and some more reflection, I somehow managed to impress the interviewers in 2 1hr long interview sessions.

The biggest delimma was when I got through in the first list , a cocktail of emotions made me sick pondering over the age old question " To be or not to be". It took atleast 10 rounds of discussions with my family and close set of friends to convince myself that SP is my destiny for the next two years. There was never a doubt on the college, just that ......... I  thought I had my 1 seat reserved in the heart of a double "I".

More on how I felt there ... the first class .. the induction..... the destiny .. later .... need to sleep .. by the way I dint read a single page today :)

Kasab ka hisab hua (Kasab was finally billed)

Early morning rush, though not so early at 10:45 a.m I rushed to grab my shoes and simultaneously opened the door and pushed the elevator button. It's hard to imagine how I do all that in a flash of seconds .. but don't they say "practice makes you perfect". Anyways, by the time the lift had come, i had semi-locked the door , worn the socks and pushed my feet into the shoes which had not seen the shoe shiner ever in its poor life. By the time, we(lift and me) reached the ground floor, I was ready in formals , tip to toe.Phew!! why do i always blame myself for bad time management.

Well, pune's awesome climate has mutated into awful one and the acclimatization  process has cost me to drive my car instead of bike and the fact is that I hate being alone in the 5 seating capacity, calls to my colleagues also wouldn't help, they were already in the office.While changing gears, i tried in vain to tune my radio to some songs. It was either ads or ghanta singh on air .

Just then I heard Radio Mirchi playing something totally out of the tune " Kasab ka hissab hua, kaisa lajawab hua". I faintly retraced myself to headlines which i had a glimpse .. Ajmal Kasab held guilty and awarded death sentence". Radio Mirchi was talking to people on the street make them dance on their awful chorus.

I switched off the radio....and an anguish rushed chilling down on my spine and my eyes grew numb. No I am not related to Kasab in any way and neither I wish that he be pardoned..my heart is not that big  enough.having said that I didn't feel that this is a day we should be very proud of as an Indian or even as a human.

First, who is this guy , Kasab , just another terror agent, who knows to kill, why and how is an unimportant to him as to an engineering guy who wants to pass the semester with last minute rote exercise.Hell does he care, why 'a' is 'a' or why 'b' is 'b'. If the system fails him , we would sure not lose a good engineer.Similarly, you sure kill Kasab, does he care or does anyone in his world of terrorism care about him.His fate was sealed the day he wore the cap of terror.Thus this isn't any good solution.

Today we are happy killing this guy , but is it the best India can do or humanity can do. It's a shame on the humanity that it could not make a man who is as equipped as any nobel laureate to end up as a terrorist to be hanged till death. You can't keep passing the baton from Russia to America to Pakistan to Afganistan saying that its your fault .. no its yours .It is our collective fault.We all are at fault . Whole of the existence of human race is at fault and it's our failure which has marked the advent of hitler,saddam,kasab .... and many more in history. So please stop dancing at your own faults and failures.

Kasab killed people and destroyed the lives of many.I agree completely with the statement.So he deserves to be slaughtered. So please do it ... but with remorse not with pride. Remorse , because you know in the heart somewhere , somehow we all are related in his fault and also because , though people who could have rescued him from becoming a terrorist ... never met him in his life, at least not this one.

And if you are rejuvenating for the judgement such that "after all he couldn't escape the law" ; that's again a shame on you ... your system or law of which you are a part is not capable of delivering such straightforward cases without doubt.... There is no bold judgement here ..everything was crystal clear and judiciary or the political system can't be applauded at least not for this case.You didn't say thanks to your mother for serving you food for 15 years.. did you .. so why just one serving of food from judiciary is making you feel gr8 , even after when u had earned it and deserved it...?

I had reached office ...........safely .. somehow i am good at multitasking :)

Get lost ! I am not marrying you...!!

The season was autumn and the heart was green! The air was humid but the smell was romantic. Yes the venue was ccd and the occasion was marriage.. marriage in ccd .. of course not,but the marriage talks ,yes. On a second thought cafe coffee day's outlets have become an ideal place for almost anything , from hangout with friends chilling over a mug of mocha to romantic dates on the couch. The pride I wore in the innovation while suggesting it to meet the girl for pre-nuptial talks was murdered brutally when on the neighboring table a groom's family was interviewing the prospective bride. People are already smart.

I wasn't anymore interested in any arranged marriage talks and neither did my dear friend ask me to accompany him. Instead, what i did was to drop him at ccd and cruise to watch the clash of the titans, an extremely sad movie which seems to have thrived on the sets of harry porter, troy and the like. I am sure the producer loved the cost effectiveness of the movie and the audience loved the exit from the movie. I can't comment on the titans who seemed to have completely utilized the two hours in mesmerizing display of public affection, but rest of the audience were depressed by the on screen titans. Coming back to the story, my friend ahh .. , he is quite a stud and his past records stand by this qualification. Switching girlfriends like electronic circuits and killing fairer sex by cupid's arrow has been his greatest assets. However the circuits collapsed and the bow and arrows were finally seized by Cupid , he was unarmed this time as a subject to pure arranged marriage.

Confident as always, he believed that the girl secretly loved him , credit to his casual talks on phone and the ramblings of the past affairs.Well, from my perspective i had already made up my mind to have my dinner without his company, although i would have loved him to cook for me .. he is a gr8 cook.However, then the purpose of his trip from delhi to pune would have been in vain . Yes, he hadn't come to meet me , after all.

Little did I know that I would recieve a call right in the middle of samosas, the only enjoyable thing for me in the movie, to come back to ccd.While driving back, another couple of "where are you, when will you reach" calls intrigued me. What happened , might be that the stud has done his magic in an hour and they have already decided to marry, I have got my Bhabhiji and he wants me to meet her. "Hats off to you my dear friend, you still have the charm".

Meeting my prospective bhabhi, yes i did , though only a formal "hi". She left and we sat in the car and the first statement was " Let's go for a long drive" . Ok, he might wanna tell me how much he liked the girl.My dear friend started off with how confused he is and ended up with what the girl had said ...."I am not marrying , at least not for next 2 years" . In between were excerpts of how she said she is missing the company of her friends for movie and a movie with him isn't happening.As if this wasn't enough, the lunch proposal was also cancelled for the next day. Well, the verdict was out ! - "Get lost, I am not marrying you".

Well it took me a long trip to lonavala in the hot afternoon to cool my friend who was in a state of shock even for next couple of days.Sadly for him, the FM was not working and the USB I had were somehow playing ghazals and songs appealing to the mood situation, yes ...sad and depressed.Almost each of his affair crossed his mind while listening to the songs and it took me a failed effort to comfort him with praises of his looks and demeanor.As if this was not enough I had to commend him on his features,come on man that proves I am a good friend, nothing else.But the first rejection that too in a ritual such as arranged marriage was hard to gulp down, even with pizza and chicken wings.With a bleeding heart he left for Delhi the following day, and yes he didn't like pune. I am doubtful if he will like anything now.... .Recent rumour is that he even resigned from his company .Now that's too much...isn't it? 

So morale of the story  --- Grow up guys , it's not our world anymore ......cheers to the independent girls of India and next time you think of the prospect of rejecting a girl, be prepared for the vice versa.
There is another of my friend, brilliant, smart and an awesome person with a beautiful love story ..... of course one sided ... but later on ...keep reading my ramblings .. that's all I have , words ..... In case you like it drop in a comment.. it will keep the word-fire burning!

What Bihar is to India , India is to the world !

Since long, I had been harping on the relationship between Bihar and India, one as a state and other as a nation , yet very close in features and similar in perception. It has been atleast 8 years since i am brewing this coffee over India and its Vihar, yes Vihar shares the same relation with Bihar as Mumbai is to Bombay.

In ISM I could see the first glimpse of the perception soon to be a conviction ; numerous talented folks from Bihar, more than talent , the hunger for success and knowledge was striking.Indians in foreign universities are known for the same ; their hunger for knowledge, their frugal engineering means and the talent unleashed to the best.The eager for government services and the passion with which they crack it has been oustanding, similar to the numerous Phd's and Scientists pursuits abroad.

Bihar is infamous for the same qualities that India has ; corruption, lack of infrastructure,bad politics, failing systems in healthcare and education. If you wish, you can blame bihar for all the malpractices and so can you think about the whole of India.However there is a silver lining in the nimbus. The gdp of bihar is on a rise; the governance is improving and it has seen one of the highest NRB(non resident biharis) investment in real estate. The education curve's is moving well in the positive slope and the healthcare is improving though on a small scale. Same is true for India. In short, taking cue from tedindia, India is the softpower to the world and Bihar is the softpower to India.

Moving on to people; Indians are known for doing petty jobs on foreign soil and so are Biharis. Undoubtedly the most hardworking, they form a support system to the economy they work for, be it Mumbai or US.Biharis have been the hate victims in almost the same way the racist attacks against Indians have been staged abroad. They have been suffering in the same way the Indians are and yet taking every humiliation in their stride, forgiving and sometimes forgetting the wounds inflicted and yet trying to give their best to the foreign lands.

Yes, both of them have been asked to go back to their lands and there is a movement, a nexus building, where we see more professors from abroad joining Indian companies and Indian Universities, and we also see Biharis coming back to Patna and allied cities to start something new.

 Yes there is a wave of change and it definitely threatens the current equation of "Power" both at International and National levels, with India and Bihar playing the cards nicely.

Sales and Marketing - is it the same bakwas!!

More often than not we confuse marketing and sales to be the same thing. No points to guess that they are not. Let me put my 2 cents on it. 

Marketing refers to a much broader area and encompasses all the aspects about the market of a particular product or market. It starts right from the stage we conceive the product and ends .. well  never ends until the product is there in the market. 

There are two ways of doing business , think of a product and then about the market ; think of the market and then about the product. Mostly the second paradigm is seen in the business world. However, the genius products such as that of apple and the research labs follow the product first and think that the market will follow. Infact for some time even the genius google did not know how to make profit from their search engine. They just knew that they had a product which rocks , of course technically. 

Hence, marketing in most businesses starts while the product is still at the sperm stage. The study of the market, its economic , cultural , demographic minutes elucidates its need, the market need. Market need forms the embryo which when hit with the right product idea leads to giants such as Nirma , Colgate, Complan, denim and so on and so forth. 

During the product formative years, close touch with the peer products in line and the behavior of the market is as necessary as the quality of the product being built. This continuous eye of the market is very much also in marketing. Now is the stage when the product is almost ready at least fully functional when again the need to look at the market and build a strategy around the market to position the product in the best way is felt. Positioning the product includes advertising , building up a motivated sales force and managing the delivery lines and most importantly making the customer feel that this is the best suited for his needs. If the customers don’t feel the need , make them feel the heat ; “ Mard hoke ladkiyon wali cream” is a good example. 

Now when you have created or in the process of creating a market for yourself, you need the basic of all things to make your business sustain ; profits and those come from sales. Find the customer and Sell the product whatsoever. Spend on sponsorships , spend on advertisement; on promotional campaigns , make sure you are noticed. In sales , you don’t bother about the quality of your product , but on the quantity you sell. A maruti sales dealer when sells his car to me, each and every moment of his time counts; the customer is secondary here. However in marketing world, the customer matters. The feedback form the manager asks you though , is going to be a part of the marketing circle. 

Thus Marketing is the big picture, Sales is a big part of it. I would say , consider Marketing to be a human body and Sales to be the hands…

Regards,

Amrit

India vs Bharat : The Nation divided

Never had the British thought that their one word, India, for  our nation , Bharat would actually be competing with each other. However the truth stands so; while half of the nation has moved up the status of India, the other half is still in the archaic remains of Bharat. Our nation today stand divided ,apart from religion and states, in its representational form.On one hand where it represents future world leader, India, on the other it remains  a nation put down by poverty and corruption, Bharat. While our economists and educationalists are scaling heights in the world giving name and fame to India, the fact remains that we have one of the highest illiteracy rate in Bharat.At a time when India is showing great efforts to improve healthcare with cashless cards and medical insurance schemes, there are millions of expecting mother in Bharat who die because of lack of healthcare.

A quick introspection reveals that a non inclusive growth strategy of the government along with the vote bank politics has created this divide between India and Bharat. ‘Reservations for inclusive growth’; the idea was good but implemented poorly across the decades failed to achieve its purpose. While large impetuous is given on the growth of revenue generating hubs/metros , the other sectors/cities have been devoid of even a cinch of development and attention.

Furthermore, we are moving towards creating the gap between India and Bharat; current example being the  uprise of Naxal movements. It’s high time we do something before lose our identity as an Indian or Bhartiya . Without such efforts, ‘One India’ would be a distant dream.

Regards,

Amrit

Mission Rajgadh :Planning annexure

source : uddhavthakrey.com

Venue : Rajgadh Fort

Conquest  Date : 19^th Dec,2009                           Senapati: Sagar Prakash Joglekar              Alliance war group: L &T (Mishraji)                                Warriors : Pervasive wargroup

1.       Reach Base Camp at Velhe by 9:30 am. It is 50 kms north of Pune(Map attached)

2.       Start ascend by 10:00 am

3.       Conquer the fort by 12:30 p.m.

4.       Lunch at the fort (self arranged)

5.       Descend starts by 3:30 and reach base camp by 5:00 p.m

6.       Leave to our homes with sweet memories (dinner optional).

Arrangements and Logistics will be communicated later. Please mark your response as yes in the voting button. Sagar promises a wonderful fun filled day J

PS: Note from Senapati – We need more reinforcements in form of friends/family/food etc.

Thanks and Regards,

Amrit

baatein hain !!, sab saali baatein hain....!

[To get a background visit the recent efforts to save Indian tigers (http://saveourtigers.com/)]

The title of the post is my take on the website, but there are some logic engrossed blokes like me who would say "Boss, this is not the way to deal with such a sensitive issue. You can't just rebuff the efforts of mighty dhoni and some big guy beside him along with the WWF chairman, Mr Singh. They are doing great things by asking the nation to 1.Blog 2 Write to editors of newspaper and ofcourse the all time favorite, donate. Who else could have done this ?
But the "techno-kamina" in me reads the above and says " When you had a train at 6 in the morning, why did you wake up so late and even if you are late , stop calling up folks in the station to hold the train for you, stop appealing to people for the repercussions of your job not done and stop sharing the blame with the layman of the nation, who once in a lifetime visits a zoo to see your tigers". Ofcourse, the aforesaid are the words of the kamina in me and they can be harsh and real most of the time.

The libran that I am, trying to balance the kamina and kutta in me(yes I liked kaminey very much), says"Ok, enough of transfer of blames from bureaucracy to the common you and back to them. Of course, blogging and writing letters to editors at this stage won't help when the attrition rate of tigers (in India) to a greener world in heaven is 66 in last 6 months.Our donations might be helpful though to import some of the tigers from the 1st and 2nd world countries, or wherever they are left , but that's not what we want ... atleast not a pathethic Indian like me want. I would rather save the farmers (some time back it was 1 farmer suicide every 30 mins). So importing the tigers at the cost of humans is still not an option. So what to do ??? continue our bloody work and let our children see the extinct race and take satirical pride in saying " when we were young , we saw an actual... live one"

Ever heard of technology Mr.Bigshots(read Mr Chairmans of wildlife orgs) or for that matter anyone who is still thinking what to do in this case.Tell me how would you feel if at your PC (say a web address I provide you the following info)

1. map of the current(real time) status of all the 1411 tigers left in the country, i.e which part of which jungle or zoo they are at present and probably what they are doing or what is being done to them. Imagine an alert on the sleeping forest officer's cell (" Hey, this is Meera tigress, from x y z location, I am being poached, Please come soon. SOS")
2. The health monitor of the tigers. In the map you would be able to see the real time health vitals of your deer  animal, tigers. (no site such as saveourdeer, hence can't include them) and alerts can be sent automatically to the vet doctor if there is a mishap. Based on the alarm generation time and vet's team activity time, you can also make your pot bellied vets to love their work.
3.The history reports(where they visited and what they did) and their probable activities mapping to their location is open to research for animal lovers. (" This cave is the favourite mating sorry meeting place of Pitt and Jolie,my fav  tiger couple", you could actually point to this detail). Of course, the tigers won't mind, after all they didn't mind poaching.

And the goodnews is you can extend the above for any animal you love, for me deer... I love them .. they look so harmless.

I am sure no one is actually interested in saving the tigers. I would love to be proved wrong and my confidence shattered. After all, my ego is a small price to pay for the over 1400 lives.

[There is another good news, the above solution may be almost free or at minimal cost but would require some negotiations with a corporate Tiger.Though I believe in "If you are good at something never do it for free"(credit some movie of which i could only remember this line"), it is worth compromising for a better good]

PS : leave me a comment if you like/dislike/want to add something, or just wanna say a hi to your bygone days crush (me) and yeah , if you want to know more or implement the solution , drop me a mail to amritkr@gmail.com

Kamino!! I am missing u

Long time , more than thousand days gone… when I did see all of your faces together, some at canteen and others at library and yet others on the lanes of heaven on earth .. ruby hostel. Yes ruby hostel to me was a secret and sacred place to me,  with beauty and brains residing at the same place (though not in the same bodies eventually). But yes , most in the hell(read boys hostel) did consider it as a magical place , some even querying the ex-mess workers of ruby. Not difficult to guess why the fired/replaced/resigned employees of ruby hostel had guaranteed openings in guys hostels . In fact  they were quite popular with the chamatkari(can do an 3idiots inspired Cntrl H) souls of the hell.

I still remember when I met a timid soul who went on to be my roommate and one of the best buddies in the queue for Admission and then of med-check. A south Indian look, rimmed specs and the disciplined trudging to the admission room made him a serious candidate for fully faltu awards(read gold medal, best outgoing stud etc). I am glad that my , in fact our company made him graduate into a smart and cool stud , not to mention without the load of any faltu award. He realized the eternal gyaan of chillaxing even while the world awaits an apocalypse. We did help him in realizing that he is way sharper than others when he could get above average marks with less than average efforts. In other words we shaped his life …. Oh ok .. no thanks required here… that’s what we are good at .

Those were not the days of cheap mobile phones and of course 99 % of the best students are from poorest/most logical of the families in India, none of us were in the elite 1% group. We used to queue up for calling our sweet dens thousands of miles away and to try to fake the hell we were in saying “Aal izz well”, while thinking of doing the murga rounds in the morning. And it was just perfect if there are 10 people in the 10*10 room with one phone where you are cooing to the tunes of “ haan Maa” and “sab badiya” and the rest 9 doing a copy paste in turns. In this agreeable scene, comes the protagonist, talking sheepishly  “Nahi hum sultanpur wapas aa rahe hain, yahan nahi padhenge, yeh bahut kharab college hai , phir se IIT kka taiyaari karenge”. This was the opener of Comp Science branch in ISM in 2002, a born genius who had made the 200% of whatever little life had given him. But now when his dreams were just within his reach, he said “ I QUIT”. Nonetheless, with chums like us and 4 years with inmates of heaven and  hell, he never did quit but turned out to be a super programmer who was just little aimless.

Room no 166 was the devil’s zone with the nawab of faizabad and the ghulam of B.C( read bekar ki chamari if u don’t yet know full form) dwelling together. The nawab’s extra mild concentration and the ghulam’s never ending punches made this place the best place in hell. Here you could learn the art of procrastinating at its best and what more, never regret an ounce about the same. Here you could learn the art of silent eloquence, how to piss off someone by speaking once in a million years. Here you could learn the laws of nature …... you could try changing destiny but why take the risk of making it worse J. Here you could squeeze in 10 people on one bed and enjoy the blissful sun through the window in the winter and spread yourself on the floor, besides the not so smelly shoes and fall in love with the cold floor. Here you could learn to live without doing anything meaningful in life and yet die laughing.

Can a dacoit’s name be Mr good ? Why not …. We had a murderer amongst us whom we called the doc. He looked like a doctor, and we were fooled by his looks. Don’t believe me, you should have tried studying with him in the examination days. The lightning speed with which he cruises the photocopied notes would kill your years of reading aptitude. The exuberance with which he had everything by rote would make you feel you are ghajni(memory loss patient). Ten minutes into the examination hall, when you are contemplating the answers to the abstruse questions , the doc would shout at the top of his voice “ Sir Sheet” and there will be collective “Oh Shit!” chant in the minds of rest 288 folks including you. And yes , he would finally kill you when the results are out and his scores would be soaring high on the list and on asking how .. the engineer would reply “ jyada sochega tho yahi hoga … rat liya kar na”. I urge the doctors to apply for the possession of his brain and eyes, I am sure it’s not human.

Well I did come across many heinous creatures like me in the hell but I don’t know why an angel was there too. Later I came to know he was not an angel , but a love beast, who was going to do nothing in the next 4 years other than love a girl and love her beastly. His love would make him throw coffee mugs at others (of course with the coffee in it, still hot), try to strangulate an elephant sized kid and run marathons to try to rip apart any inmate of the hell who would speak of his seemingly failed love… here was our own love monster who was otherwise calm and tender except for the utterance about his love.

Humanoids is future but the living Database engine came into the world long back in the 1980’s. Somehow his DBMS systems coupled with the beautiful lanes of Kanpur had made him to reach hell where beauty was a sparse matrix, and the matrix downloaded and stored for infinity in this mean machine. The query processing time is also close to that of the best super computers of the world and the feature description was statistically and emotionally excellent. Lesser humans, who apply for Doc’s brain , please seek his too. He is so good at heart that he might give it to you for free…..(to be continued..)

Please leave your comments if you find the above worthy of it .. It shall motivate me to post more of my aimless ramblings