Date: 8th Sept'08
Venue: Arthur Ashe Stadium, New York
Event: US Open Finals
Players: Andy Murray and Roger Federer
Result: As expected, Fed Ex wins.
Now this is not to go through the event again, this is to go over Federer and thinking of one of his biggest fans, ME.
It's one way or the other, either you are Federer fan or you are not. There is no middle path here. Nothing like,"You know, i like him but not that much" or "He is good. I like his game"...Oh save them buddy...answer is clear.
Everybody that i know falls in the above division and i guess that holds true for every tennis fan.
And i think Federer has earned this over years. The way he has dominated this game is simply amazing. 13 grand slams in a period of 5 years. 5 consecutive US opens, 5 consecutive Wimbledons...things cant get better.
Everytime he starts a tournament, its taken for granted that he will reach the final..and he invariably does. And then he takes it one step further. He wins the final. None of the other champions before like Pete Sampras, Edberg, Mcenroe etc had this much dominance over the game and for a such a long time. That speaks volumes about his game.
For such a medium built guy, he has tremendous strength in his arms . The amount of top-spin that he imparts to his forehands is unbelievable. In this final, when Murray hit a ball towards fed's forehand commentators said," I dont understand why people keep giving shots at his forehand. You can hit at his forehand when you are closing a rally, you can serve at his forehand but you never give him a ball at his forehand in the middle of a point."
There is an aura of invincibility around him. When you see him playing and hitting those amazing single-handed backhand returns, you just wanna see him doing that over and over again. You just wanna seee him winning. The innocence on his face, composure throughout the match, respect for opponents and the game overall, crowd-winning gestures,pre and post match comments win a fan completely. Then a person becomes one-of-us, the FED CAMP.
Federer, according to me, is undoubtedly the best player ever in the history of tennis. i am sure he will go pass Sampras's record of 14 Grand Slams.
Keep winning Federer. We all love you.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Keep of the Grass
Book: Keep off the grass
Author: Karan Bajaj
Plot: A ABCD(American born confused desi) Yale-graduate joins a investment Bank only to realise that he is not very happy. He wants to discover himself. So decides to do an MBA from India which will give him a chance to connect with his roots and in the process find answers to all his questions and self-doubts. Thus he joins IIMB. Plot then revolves around his 2 year experience at IIMB and the way it changed his life...
My views: For those who enjoy light-hearted, simple-written, without any life-altering gyaan fiction cum real life experiences book, this for sure is a winner. The novel starts in a filmi style and then takes you from Manhattan.,Wal-Street to IIM Bangalore's campus life and Bangalore's streets and bus drivers.
Two central characters apart from protagonist are Sarkar and Vinod. Sarkar,funniest chararcter, is an IITian. Always smoking a joint and having a sab-moh-maaya-hai attitude towards studies and things in general. He likes to live life on his own terms. The guy is gifted with an awesome mind and is among the toppers without any real effort.
Sarkar gives you the feel of an IITian. When it comes to numbers and logic, it's his world.
Author has tried to keep it very simple. He has stated his life experiences and his learnings from them, but has not tried to hammer it in a reader's mind. How much a person learns from this novel in terms of listening to your heart and being-where-you-belong is left for reader to decide.
All incidents and IIM life is presented in a very comic style with some hilarious sequences...
Like the one when he is on a summer intership and along with 29 other Management trainees is listening to the HR head of a firm. He is apparently bored by their general gyaan and is looking around when he founds a chap dosing off. Author says," I immediately started liking that guy."..
Or when he tells how during intership he hates the question forms containing questions like "Illustrate an experience where you demonstrated leadership abilities". According to teh author, most of the questions are repeated. His friend Sarkar does a funny thing. To one of teh questions he says," Check answer 2".
Or when an intern is asked, if given an option what animal would you like to be...and the chap replies,"I would like to be Pamela Anderson's lap-dog..because..because..do i need to say why?"
The way a Yale-graduate ends up in the bottom half of the IIM class reinforces one's strong belief in our education system. Novel definitely makes one ponder over life's choices, though not in a serious manner.
Read it for funny guy Sarkar, IIM's hectic but magic life, post quiz parties, joint-smoking with friends, vomits after drinking binge, I-Bank's lure , general reflection on life, confusions of ABCD's and their effort to come to terms with it.
All in all, a good read.
Author: Karan Bajaj
Plot: A ABCD(American born confused desi) Yale-graduate joins a investment Bank only to realise that he is not very happy. He wants to discover himself. So decides to do an MBA from India which will give him a chance to connect with his roots and in the process find answers to all his questions and self-doubts. Thus he joins IIMB. Plot then revolves around his 2 year experience at IIMB and the way it changed his life...
My views: For those who enjoy light-hearted, simple-written, without any life-altering gyaan fiction cum real life experiences book, this for sure is a winner. The novel starts in a filmi style and then takes you from Manhattan.,Wal-Street to IIM Bangalore's campus life and Bangalore's streets and bus drivers.
Two central characters apart from protagonist are Sarkar and Vinod. Sarkar,funniest chararcter, is an IITian. Always smoking a joint and having a sab-moh-maaya-hai attitude towards studies and things in general. He likes to live life on his own terms. The guy is gifted with an awesome mind and is among the toppers without any real effort.
Sarkar gives you the feel of an IITian. When it comes to numbers and logic, it's his world.
Author has tried to keep it very simple. He has stated his life experiences and his learnings from them, but has not tried to hammer it in a reader's mind. How much a person learns from this novel in terms of listening to your heart and being-where-you-belong is left for reader to decide.
All incidents and IIM life is presented in a very comic style with some hilarious sequences...
Like the one when he is on a summer intership and along with 29 other Management trainees is listening to the HR head of a firm. He is apparently bored by their general gyaan and is looking around when he founds a chap dosing off. Author says," I immediately started liking that guy."..
Or when he tells how during intership he hates the question forms containing questions like "Illustrate an experience where you demonstrated leadership abilities". According to teh author, most of the questions are repeated. His friend Sarkar does a funny thing. To one of teh questions he says," Check answer 2".
Or when an intern is asked, if given an option what animal would you like to be...and the chap replies,"I would like to be Pamela Anderson's lap-dog..because..because..do i need to say why?"
The way a Yale-graduate ends up in the bottom half of the IIM class reinforces one's strong belief in our education system. Novel definitely makes one ponder over life's choices, though not in a serious manner.
Read it for funny guy Sarkar, IIM's hectic but magic life, post quiz parties, joint-smoking with friends, vomits after drinking binge, I-Bank's lure , general reflection on life, confusions of ABCD's and their effort to come to terms with it.
All in all, a good read.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Anurag..Anurag...Anurag
Date: 3rd Sept'08
Venue: XYZ company's Office
Event: Weekly progress update involving analysts (from both onsite and offsite teams), client lead and country lead
Details: Before the meeting a progress report document was prepared and circulated to all.
It had project spilt into smaller work streams with colour coding used to indicate the progress level.
Almost all the work streams were either green(on time) or amber(a little behind schedule). One particular workstream was RED. Column next to colour index was labelled Reasons.
Mentioned in the document was "Resource not available".
Now lets do a time travel and go a little back in history. I had applied for US Visa on 1 July and was rejected on grounds of CRAP-CRAP-CRAP. This particular piece of analysis was to be done in Canada and the off-site resource was ME. I had applied for Canadian Visa and as usual, though not rejected, it was taking a greater time than usual. Apparently my smiling face from photograph on Visa form scares the daylights out of Visa guys, or my smiling face reminds them of misery their own life is and they reject / delay my visa outta spite...Whatever be the reason, deal is, i wasnt getting visa on time and so was not able to join the team in Canada. The particular piece in document that was RED was the one that i was supposed to do.
Now back to call. People are happy with the general progress of the project. Important points are discussed. Country head and client lead are both sounding satisfied. Then they come to the piece of work that is red. Cant tell you, how important and dignified it felt to be the centre of discussion for doing nothing. Everyone was taking my name.
"Anurag, so whats the current status?".
"Anurag, can you tell us the expected time when you are expected to arrive?".
"Anurag, we need you on this piece asap.".
"Anurag, can't we expedite the process somehow?".
Anurag...Anurag...Anurag
I had a feeling of Dejavu.
Friends hanging together and amidst friendly bantering, a question pops up,"Yaar, hum logon mein se sabse end mein kiski shaadi hogi?"
Anurag...Anurag...Anurag
Roommates check the refrigerator in the morning and finds out that all the rasgulle are gone. "Who ate them during the night?"
Anurag...Anurag...Anurag
Everytime something like this happens, whereby my name is taken by everyone, i think of the movie AUSTIN POWERS. In one of the scenes of the movie, Austin Powers meets Japanese twin sisters and asks them their names. One of the names was F***-ME.
What if i had this name. Everyone taking my name..F***-ME...F***-ME...F***-ME..
Spoiled for choice :)
Just one more thing. Those of you who have seen the movie might remember, name of the other twin was F***-YOU.
What if i had this name. Everyone taking my name..F***-YOU...F***-YOU...F***-YOU..
Reality bites :(
Venue: XYZ company's Office
Event: Weekly progress update involving analysts (from both onsite and offsite teams), client lead and country lead
Details: Before the meeting a progress report document was prepared and circulated to all.
It had project spilt into smaller work streams with colour coding used to indicate the progress level.
Almost all the work streams were either green(on time) or amber(a little behind schedule). One particular workstream was RED. Column next to colour index was labelled Reasons.
Mentioned in the document was "Resource not available".
Now lets do a time travel and go a little back in history. I had applied for US Visa on 1 July and was rejected on grounds of CRAP-CRAP-CRAP. This particular piece of analysis was to be done in Canada and the off-site resource was ME. I had applied for Canadian Visa and as usual, though not rejected, it was taking a greater time than usual. Apparently my smiling face from photograph on Visa form scares the daylights out of Visa guys, or my smiling face reminds them of misery their own life is and they reject / delay my visa outta spite...Whatever be the reason, deal is, i wasnt getting visa on time and so was not able to join the team in Canada. The particular piece in document that was RED was the one that i was supposed to do.
Now back to call. People are happy with the general progress of the project. Important points are discussed. Country head and client lead are both sounding satisfied. Then they come to the piece of work that is red. Cant tell you, how important and dignified it felt to be the centre of discussion for doing nothing. Everyone was taking my name.
"Anurag, so whats the current status?".
"Anurag, can you tell us the expected time when you are expected to arrive?".
"Anurag, we need you on this piece asap.".
"Anurag, can't we expedite the process somehow?".
Anurag...Anurag...Anurag
I had a feeling of Dejavu.
Friends hanging together and amidst friendly bantering, a question pops up,"Yaar, hum logon mein se sabse end mein kiski shaadi hogi?"
Anurag...Anurag...Anurag
Roommates check the refrigerator in the morning and finds out that all the rasgulle are gone. "Who ate them during the night?"
Anurag...Anurag...Anurag
Everytime something like this happens, whereby my name is taken by everyone, i think of the movie AUSTIN POWERS. In one of the scenes of the movie, Austin Powers meets Japanese twin sisters and asks them their names. One of the names was F***-ME.
What if i had this name. Everyone taking my name..F***-ME...F***-ME...F***-ME..
Spoiled for choice :)
Just one more thing. Those of you who have seen the movie might remember, name of the other twin was F***-YOU.
What if i had this name. Everyone taking my name..F***-YOU...F***-YOU...F***-YOU..
Reality bites :(
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
VISA
Date: 20th march'07. A thorough professional, me, with a smile on his face and confidence in his gait, walks into the den called THE AMERICAN EMBASSY.
From what i have gathered, B1 visa interview ia a cakewalk and i should face no problems.
After waiting in a line for about two hours it's finally my turn. I greet the a suspicious-looking official with a smile and a good-morning. The official in turn nods and says good morning to you too. How has been your day?
Well, thats a toughie? How has been my day... lets see, got up at 6 in the morning, had to shave to look formal, missed my breakfast because cook doesnt arrive till around 9 and i had to leave by 8 to reach on time for my 9:30 interview appointment. Then after reaching there, i am separated from my beloved mobile..two hours spent without her were like a torture.. then an agonizing wait for two hours in a line to appear before a person, going by whose looks you wont even feel like talking to him on any other day...
But anyways i suck all that and with a gracious smile i tell him that its been a good day so far.
He checks my papers, asks some banal questions and after around 5 minutes tell me, thank you sir...your interview is over...but i am sorry, i cant grant you a visa. Suddenly my face is all red and i am perspiring heavily. I ask for reasons and he tells me that he is not satisfied with my documents. I try and squeeze in some more information but he tells me coldly that the interview process is over and i can leave. I somehow manage a smile and greet him good afternoon (thinking not very deep inside, screw you asshole).
Date: 1July'08.A thorough professional, me, with a forced smile on his face and a dejavu feeling, walks into the den called THE AMERICAN EMBASSY.
Last interview is still fresh in mind. There are two windows for B1 visa interviews. Standing there in the queue waiting for my turn, i am trying to guess which of the two interviewers will i go to and with whom do i stand a better chance of getting a VISA this time. One of the guy looks very staunch and cold, lets called him Mr. X, while other looks very friendly and warm, Mr. Y.
Next turn will be mine. There is one person at each window. Person at Mr. X's window had left later. So i was kinda expecting and desperately praying that i be interviewed by Mr. Y. But then chair kills faster than a rope.
The interview at Mr. X's window was very short lived and going by that person's face color, result was easy to predict. And i was asked to cross the red line on the floor and proceed towards Mr. X's window.
A million thoughts were going through my mind. If god had granted me a wish at that time, i would have asked that please turn the red line into a lakshman rekha, so that i am not able to cross it till Mr Y is free for next round. But then it's me. Luck and i love screwing each other.
Same old fake smile, same old greetings, same old questions.....and guess what....same old result...and i am baffled?
WHAT DO THESE GUYS WANT FROM ME?
I ask for reasons and i am told that you are just a week old in your new organization , you have applied for an emergency visa(i had to travel within a week of joining, so had applied for an emergency visa) but you dont qualify for one...so effectively your company has mis-used the emergency visa procedure...also he was not convinced that as a new joinee its absolutely essential for me to travel to US for initial training and some meetings (project i was to work on was going on in 5 different countries for the same client and all the project people were meeting in US for a face-to-face interaction and discuss there understanding and learnings so far).
The verdict was given, i can appeal again (in the same court, probably against the same judge) 120 days later. But i think i am gonna pass.
VISA says in its add.."GO GET IT"
Please tell me how?
From what i have gathered, B1 visa interview ia a cakewalk and i should face no problems.
After waiting in a line for about two hours it's finally my turn. I greet the a suspicious-looking official with a smile and a good-morning. The official in turn nods and says good morning to you too. How has been your day?
Well, thats a toughie? How has been my day... lets see, got up at 6 in the morning, had to shave to look formal, missed my breakfast because cook doesnt arrive till around 9 and i had to leave by 8 to reach on time for my 9:30 interview appointment. Then after reaching there, i am separated from my beloved mobile..two hours spent without her were like a torture.. then an agonizing wait for two hours in a line to appear before a person, going by whose looks you wont even feel like talking to him on any other day...
But anyways i suck all that and with a gracious smile i tell him that its been a good day so far.
He checks my papers, asks some banal questions and after around 5 minutes tell me, thank you sir...your interview is over...but i am sorry, i cant grant you a visa. Suddenly my face is all red and i am perspiring heavily. I ask for reasons and he tells me that he is not satisfied with my documents. I try and squeeze in some more information but he tells me coldly that the interview process is over and i can leave. I somehow manage a smile and greet him good afternoon (thinking not very deep inside, screw you asshole).
Date: 1July'08.A thorough professional, me, with a forced smile on his face and a dejavu feeling, walks into the den called THE AMERICAN EMBASSY.
Last interview is still fresh in mind. There are two windows for B1 visa interviews. Standing there in the queue waiting for my turn, i am trying to guess which of the two interviewers will i go to and with whom do i stand a better chance of getting a VISA this time. One of the guy looks very staunch and cold, lets called him Mr. X, while other looks very friendly and warm, Mr. Y.
Next turn will be mine. There is one person at each window. Person at Mr. X's window had left later. So i was kinda expecting and desperately praying that i be interviewed by Mr. Y. But then chair kills faster than a rope.
The interview at Mr. X's window was very short lived and going by that person's face color, result was easy to predict. And i was asked to cross the red line on the floor and proceed towards Mr. X's window.
A million thoughts were going through my mind. If god had granted me a wish at that time, i would have asked that please turn the red line into a lakshman rekha, so that i am not able to cross it till Mr Y is free for next round. But then it's me. Luck and i love screwing each other.
Same old fake smile, same old greetings, same old questions.....and guess what....same old result...and i am baffled?
WHAT DO THESE GUYS WANT FROM ME?
I ask for reasons and i am told that you are just a week old in your new organization , you have applied for an emergency visa(i had to travel within a week of joining, so had applied for an emergency visa) but you dont qualify for one...so effectively your company has mis-used the emergency visa procedure...also he was not convinced that as a new joinee its absolutely essential for me to travel to US for initial training and some meetings (project i was to work on was going on in 5 different countries for the same client and all the project people were meeting in US for a face-to-face interaction and discuss there understanding and learnings so far).
The verdict was given, i can appeal again (in the same court, probably against the same judge) 120 days later. But i think i am gonna pass.
VISA says in its add.."GO GET IT"
Please tell me how?
Singh Is King
Akshay is king............ true beyond doubt. I no-plot, utter-nonsense movie made definitely-worth-a-watch by our very own Akshay...
But it would be wrong to ignore other performances that made this movie hilarious..
Mr. Udaas with his rib-tickling nostalgic incidents
Jave Jaffery a.k.a Pappi. His almost-blind performance and comic dialogues to hide his apparent inability are great. His dance with a statue at the start of the movie and later during the song SINGH IS KING (where he keeps pointing his finger towrads a wall) were hilarious. This guy seriously is one of the most under-rated actors in bollywood.
Sonu Sood a.k.a Lucky. Guy looks very handsome and post his temporary paralysis becomes a literal push-over...from King to a Ungli-baba. The scenes where he is used as a passing tray between other characters were really funny.
Om puri a.k.a Rangeela with his thed-punjabi accent gives a good performance.
Katrina Kaif is there with her curves and dance sequences. She is looking really hot in thsi movie.
And now to the King.....its amazing how this actor can turn a silly non-sensical scene into a hilarious one. He has become a pro at making people laugh with his gestures and comic timing. No wonder he is one of the top-paid actors currently. He carries the film single-handedly for the first 45-50 minutes, before others arive on the scene. Scenes of panchayat, wedding song are all amazing.
Film loses some grip in last 25-30 minutes as the wedding day arrives but a great first half and a good 25-30 minute run at the start of second half make up for most of it.
All in all a great movie... definitely the best bollywood comedy i ahve watched till date.
P.S: A sincere thanks to my beloved friend BD, who accompanied me to this movie. Two punjabis at a movie about Sikhs.... deadly combo. No wonder we had a hell of a time.
But it would be wrong to ignore other performances that made this movie hilarious..
Mr. Udaas with his rib-tickling nostalgic incidents
Jave Jaffery a.k.a Pappi. His almost-blind performance and comic dialogues to hide his apparent inability are great. His dance with a statue at the start of the movie and later during the song SINGH IS KING (where he keeps pointing his finger towrads a wall) were hilarious. This guy seriously is one of the most under-rated actors in bollywood.
Sonu Sood a.k.a Lucky. Guy looks very handsome and post his temporary paralysis becomes a literal push-over...from King to a Ungli-baba. The scenes where he is used as a passing tray between other characters were really funny.
Om puri a.k.a Rangeela with his thed-punjabi accent gives a good performance.
Katrina Kaif is there with her curves and dance sequences. She is looking really hot in thsi movie.
And now to the King.....its amazing how this actor can turn a silly non-sensical scene into a hilarious one. He has become a pro at making people laugh with his gestures and comic timing. No wonder he is one of the top-paid actors currently. He carries the film single-handedly for the first 45-50 minutes, before others arive on the scene. Scenes of panchayat, wedding song are all amazing.
Film loses some grip in last 25-30 minutes as the wedding day arrives but a great first half and a good 25-30 minute run at the start of second half make up for most of it.
All in all a great movie... definitely the best bollywood comedy i ahve watched till date.
P.S: A sincere thanks to my beloved friend BD, who accompanied me to this movie. Two punjabis at a movie about Sikhs.... deadly combo. No wonder we had a hell of a time.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The ubiquitous saree
I read this article in Hindustan Times' sunday magazine Brunch. It was about the way sarees are in fashion since almost 3000 years now. Some the figures there really caught my eye.
1.) According to a survey by textile industry, sarees account for more than one-third of total garment sales in india with an estimated value of about 53,459 crores.
2.) Only garment that has recorded a growth rate in sales of 8.8% from 1998 to 2006 when the sales for other garments had fluctuated.
No wonder sarees are considered "Evergreen"
1.) According to a survey by textile industry, sarees account for more than one-third of total garment sales in india with an estimated value of about 53,459 crores.
2.) Only garment that has recorded a growth rate in sales of 8.8% from 1998 to 2006 when the sales for other garments had fluctuated.
No wonder sarees are considered "Evergreen"
The Indifferent "Me"
It happened yesterday evening(arnd 6:50 P.M on 28th July'08). I was about to leave with my flatmate for gym. He was talking over phone and i was waiting close to our bike when i heard a lady shouting,"Arre roko koi. mera purse le ke bhag raha hai. Arre roko"
I was there on the pavement. This incident happened right in front of my eyes about 30 metres away. The son-of-a-bi*** purse-snatcher was coming towards me on his bike. I had all the time on this earth. I could have hit him down, could have noted his bike number..but i did nothing. Instead a minute later, when my flatmate put his phone down after hearing the hullabullo and asked me what had happened, i smiled at him and said "kuchh nahin yaar. koi banda aunti ka bag cheen kar bhag gaya".
My friend said,"Anurag, saaleya koi to reaction de. Tu to aise behave kar raha hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahin."
It was at that moment that i realised my indifferent attitude to surroundings. That lady,in late 40's was frantically crying, asking for help from everyone. Ladies had gathered around her to console her and there i was, a young and gym-attending healthy but in-different person,smiling and talking to my friend as if it was routine.
I dont know but i might have panicked, brain and body might have stopped co-ordinating for those few seconds. So i can tell myself that it's ok if i couldn't do anything. It could have happened to anyone. But what was really disturbing was my smiling and casual attitude after that. And i didn't even realise it on my own. My friend's comment made me realise it later.
This post isn't to showcase that my sense of guilt is killing me or that i feel really sorry for that lady. Its just another day at office for me with coffee cup and SAS. Its just to reflect on how i have been moulded in my attitude like so many others who only care for themselves. It's said that its in these kind of moments that a person's true character is revealed. These moments are a true reflection of one's self. Sadly i didn't get a very good feeling about myself.
I often hear the off-repeated saying,"every single person can make a difference and if it happens, this world will be a lot better place to live". Here i had a chance to do something, but sadly i didn't.
I often look at our politicians (some of them, not all) and hate them for their indifference to their constituency or people in general. I must have spoken this a million times,"In logon ko koi farak nahin padta." I wonder whether mujhe koi farak padta hai. If tomorrow i become a politician or for that matter a business leader, will i care for my people? Will i be willing to put society's welfare or organization's goals before my own?
Just hoping that i will be...........
I was there on the pavement. This incident happened right in front of my eyes about 30 metres away. The son-of-a-bi*** purse-snatcher was coming towards me on his bike. I had all the time on this earth. I could have hit him down, could have noted his bike number..but i did nothing. Instead a minute later, when my flatmate put his phone down after hearing the hullabullo and asked me what had happened, i smiled at him and said "kuchh nahin yaar. koi banda aunti ka bag cheen kar bhag gaya".
My friend said,"Anurag, saaleya koi to reaction de. Tu to aise behave kar raha hai jaise kuchh hua hi nahin."
It was at that moment that i realised my indifferent attitude to surroundings. That lady,in late 40's was frantically crying, asking for help from everyone. Ladies had gathered around her to console her and there i was, a young and gym-attending healthy but in-different person,smiling and talking to my friend as if it was routine.
I dont know but i might have panicked, brain and body might have stopped co-ordinating for those few seconds. So i can tell myself that it's ok if i couldn't do anything. It could have happened to anyone. But what was really disturbing was my smiling and casual attitude after that. And i didn't even realise it on my own. My friend's comment made me realise it later.
This post isn't to showcase that my sense of guilt is killing me or that i feel really sorry for that lady. Its just another day at office for me with coffee cup and SAS. Its just to reflect on how i have been moulded in my attitude like so many others who only care for themselves. It's said that its in these kind of moments that a person's true character is revealed. These moments are a true reflection of one's self. Sadly i didn't get a very good feeling about myself.
I often hear the off-repeated saying,"every single person can make a difference and if it happens, this world will be a lot better place to live". Here i had a chance to do something, but sadly i didn't.
I often look at our politicians (some of them, not all) and hate them for their indifference to their constituency or people in general. I must have spoken this a million times,"In logon ko koi farak nahin padta." I wonder whether mujhe koi farak padta hai. If tomorrow i become a politician or for that matter a business leader, will i care for my people? Will i be willing to put society's welfare or organization's goals before my own?
Just hoping that i will be...........
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