My Cradle - Allahabad

Today 7th Oct - the day when I was born into this world in midst of annual festivities that every Bengali house celebrates every year. My parents had lost their 12 year old daughter just a year and half back after fighting a long 5 years battle with leukemia - to hold me in their hands was a moment of joy and sadness. Allahabad, the Sangam city - my birthplace - in my childhood days known for its broad avenues, picturesque British era bungalows, Gothic style churches, the overly congested Chowk area - and of course the colossal Allahabad fort at the banks of Sangam. Allahabad - "Abode of Allah", the name given by the illustrious Mogul Emperor Akbar, is situated at the confluence of Ganges, Yamuna and the mythical Saraswati, is an important pilgrimage for devout Hindus. Also known as Prayag, it is the host to one of world's largest ablution event of the world - the Kumbh Mela, held once in 12 years. The reference point for Indian Standard time, Allahabad also boasts to have one of oldest High Court and the fourth oldest University in Republic of India. Great writers and poets of Hindi literature have lived here and have been inspired by this city. It is the home to India's first political family, given 7 out of 17 Prime Ministers to the country. Today - this city is becoming a forgotten city with a glorious past. Colonial Allahabad, along with the intellectual energy that the city once generated, has quite disappeared. The bungalows have been going, all my acquaintances from my parents generation have moved out, my friends with whom I spent some wonderful days have migrated to different cities for greener pastures - 8A Hastings Road my birthplace, was a typical bungalow from the colonial era - today it still stands dilapidated waiting to be grazed to the ground soon to be replaced by apartments of the modern society - As I walk down memory lanes - I have just lost time to recall - nothing more than that. Dad re-located to Jaipur 2 years after my birth, but we returned to the city when I was in Grade IXth. I lived in this city till I graduated from the university. I still keep going back to this city probably once a year, a city which I still call "my home". I have a strange feeling of nostalgia whenever I visit Allahabad. The Ganges attracts me, it gives a lot of calm and repose when I stand at its banks. Though I do not believe in taking a dip to wash my sins as commonly believed by a devout Hindu - but standing at the confluence, gives me a feeling of tranquility, it works as a sedate for me. The last time I visited the city was in Oct 2006 - it is almost 3 years now - every time I am in the city - I go for a stroll down my favourite road - Thornhill Road, a road which always unleashes memories both sweet & bitter for me - brings back so many events, fun filled long summer days, dull winter evenings - plucking delicious guavas from roadside & of course some very special people - not to miss out that this was the road when I was first proposed on a Valentine's day - the teenage infatuation which had evaporated as fast as it had grown - I am also reminded of that unfortunate afternoon when we were returning home from school - one of my classmates was crushed to death (it was one of the saddest days of my life) - this is the road where I advanced from a bicycle to a scooter to a car - this road always serves as an instant reminder of those days which will never return but will always bring a smile on my face. It is many years since I have left the city - the city has degenerated considerably over the years, it has lost touch with its rich past of glory. As I walk down the roads - poverty around me leaves me sad. India is a poor country, but after staying in rich states of Maharastra and Karnataka, we get a delusion that India is growing. The impact of globalization is perhaps positive..but it is a conclusion that many Indians make without going thru facts - when I see people in Allahabad, I feel miserable. A reasonably good pay package that I earn - stands meaningless when I see a homeless man enduring the variation of weather that mother nature offers in my hometown - a high of 48 degrees to a low of freezing temperature. I wish I could do something - someday for my city where I was born, which I still call my home - i am not sure whether I would really be able to do something - but I wish I could..in memory of those beautiful days that this city offered when i was becoming a woman from a teenage girl.

Gandhi - is he still relevant?

Around the world we associate "Gandhi" as the messiah of non-violence - who with a stick in his hand and a white cloth drapped around him - won India her freedom from imperialism. A man who believed and followed Ahimsa - met one of the most violent death of his times - still lives on in this world as one of the most influential figures of modern day politics. As we celebrate 140th birth anniversary of the Mahatma today - I wonder whether his ideals and principles are still relevant in today's world ?

Gandhi, the father of the nation - was a demi god in India. With the rise of fundamentalism in Indian politics and increasing hatred towards the fascist Muslim world - Gandhism has for sure taken a debacle. Also, today's India is becoming a consumer society - exacerbating differences in wealth between the middle classes and the rural poor - has forced people of my generation to distance themselves from Gandhi's principles. But more importantly in a society where we all believe in survival of the fittest - a world full of depravity, apathy, brutality, selfishness and self indulgence - are his ideals pertinent?

There are several answers to this debatable isssue - but somehow - I really feel that there is a lot of truth and substance what he stood for and who he is. May be we will not be able to do what he could do - show doors to the mighty British empire, standing undeterred and determined for India's Independence though being called "nauseating" "middle temple lawyer, now posing as a fakir" "striding half-naked" by Winston Churchill - bringing a radical change in way of life of every Indian at that time .

I agree that a non-violent response might be an anachronism in today’s violence ridden society, but that doesn’t make Gandhi irrelevant. I believe Gandhi will live in us - obviously it does not mean that we become a vegetarian overnite and become saint to things around us - but we can strive for a little more justice, a little more peace and most importantly a "little" more equality around us -

....Sab Hai Teri God Ke Paale, Koi Neech Na Koi Mahaan,...
Ishwar Allah Tere Naam, Sab Ko Sanmati De Bhagwaan.

Source: Unknown


Hello? How far is Mall from here?”,I stopped my bike and asked these people on a national highway during my road journey to a remote town called Mall (nearly 80km from Hyderabad).The man in the pic said,”20miles…“, and they started to go away. And i don’t know why the idea of taking this pic happened..but me interrupted them and requested them to give me a pose for this pic. They obliged and so happened this pic!!

And then I asked them to give their postal address so that i could post the pic. (Mere innocence?)
“Errr..we’re moving out of this place tonight..probably to Nellore..And you know, we don’t have any permanent address..Where there’s a work,there’re we..If you see us anywhere in the future, you can give the photo…no problem..“, he said with a thankful tone and moved away.

These people, for better or for worse, are making their livelihood with an incessant journey in search of work??

India Vs. Bharat - as I see, feel & perceive...

I am always interested in people's perceptions about my country. Americans, at large, still feel India is a land of snake charmers and elephants, or now a days of course Indians take their well established jobs away, by slogging their ass out. Brits & Europeans need no introduction to India - some are still in the Winston Churchill frame of mind and some of-course have admitted that India & Indians are a class different who make their own spicy & zesty living, wherever they go.

I have heard a lot of adjectives about India in my interactions with travellers from different parts of the world. But everyone admits - India is an "experience" - it is often described as the last stop in the global travelers itinerary. It is anarchic on surface, it is dustier on the first impression, it is overstocked with people - despite all this, a visitor always finds a coherent, consistent force of life, vibrant, incredibly beautiful. In short India is an universal nation with twenty-eight states, seven union territories, 30 different languages (18 of them officially recognized), 2000 dialects & ofcourse 1.12 billion people of innumerable races and creed.

But when you look into India more closely, you are struck by the duality of the country, the deep divide that painfully separates us - largely based on the dichotomy in our economy - India Vs. Bharat. India is a notional entity, largely anglicised and relatively better-off, thriving on the service economy; while Bharat is the rural, agricultural, poor and backward face of our country surviving on agrarian economy; our agricultural methods still remain archaic at large. Have you ever heard that the sensex of country, which is a home to the largest number of billionaires in Asia & Europe, reacting to monsoon predictions. Ask an Indian how many times he/she has seen a Merc and a bullock cart crawling in the traffic side by side. A large population of our country lives in villages, which are tucked away in remote corners, still living in the 16th century, very traditional and cut off from the rest of the world. It is painful to see the slum dwellers and the footpath occupants of large cities in India are infact refugees from Bharat who come in search of livelihood to India.
On the other hand I see another India - the vibrant, evolving, transforming and challenging nation with new dimensions as if it was born yesterday, despite having a history as old as 4,500 years back, at times questioning the archaic values and traditions, man made flimsy belief systems, and blind faiths that Indians tend to adopt.

There is also another view to this - India believes in the West, Bharat reposes its trust in the ancient culture of the land. The Indian outlook is materialistic, while the Bharathiya ethos view spirit as primary and believes in the spiritual approach. While India believes in individualism, Bharat believes in family values. As a Bharatiya, cows are indeed holy and worshipped while as an Indian - steak preparation is delicious and mouth watering. Indians would celebrate their birthday by cutting cake, blowing candles and opening champagne bottles, while Bharatiyas are awestruck about the concept of blowing off light on your birthday.

Whatever the view - there is a stark distinction in our society, there is a constant struggle between two distinct attitudes to life, but both co-exist together. Our political leaders can exploit both shades of India, make false promises in election speeches and manifestos of bridging this gap - between the rich & poor, between tradition & modernity, between agrarian and service economy - life for people from this land would go on. We all will die - burn, bury or cremate according to our religious beliefs - but we would be looking forward towards the pragmatic and straight-forward functioning - trying our best to bridge the gap, but we would never be able to.

As I relax this Saturday evening in the nice, cosy & friendly capital city of Utah - far away from my country - I often wonder about India’s individuality on the global front, its originality and its unique diversity, which is brimming all over - sustaining the continuous onslaughts of corruption, politics and bureaucracy.

Mr. Darcy & Rhett Butler

Having done my schooling from Catholic schools and given the battering in many Indian families to prefer British classics over American literature, exposed me to 18th century novels at quite an young age. By the time, I was in Vth grade - David Copperfield, Great Expectations and Shakespeare were part of my regular studies.

The first time I read Pride & Prejudice was in 7th standard when my parents got me an abridged version of the novel. As I read on, I discovered a vast sea of human emotions first time expressed on paper in front of me. Besides Jane Eyre, Jane Austen's best written work of art was amongst my first few novels that I loved reading again and again. In tenth grade, I was smitten by Gone with the Wind. My mind and I could never put it down till I completed it. One set at the backdrop of a quiet serene English county of early 18th century, the other that scripted a civilization that was Gone With The Wind - the plantations, the American Civil War & the Reconstruction period - set almost a century later. Pride & Prejudice is a classic, which elaborately detailed the traditional 18th century British society with typical constrained romanticism - early Victorian approach. Gone with the Wind followed the typical American literary principals - personal, intense with overt display of emotion.

Fitzwilliam Darcy and Rhett K. Butler, the two male protagonists, one in Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice and the other in Margaret Mitchell's Gone With The Wind - are among the top 10 romanticized characters of English literature. Two interesting, rude, unsocial characters set in completely different backdrops have a striking similarity. Pride & Prejudice opens with the famous line 'It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife' - the male protagonists of both the novels are handsome, self-absorbed, chesty aristocrats, dashing and attractive to women at first glance, become deemed as a men unworthy of marriage as there no positive qualities other than wealth. Like Mr. Darcy, the community has a negative impression of Rhett Butler and it sharpens into a particular resentment for both the characters as the plotline progresses. Despite the similarities, if closely analyszed there is a distinct difference. Butler is suave and debonair with his natural charm. He is not a gentleman in any way, shape of form. He is gifted with a certain ability to mock and insult in a very irritating manner. Darcy, despite being potrayed as arrogant and detached, struggles with his conscience, emotions and reason, and is in truth a kind and good natured man. In the end, despite his wealth, looks, and talents, Butler is left looking for something that still holds value in his life, whereas Darcy gets what he wants.

As I grew up, I often tried choosing between Mr. Darcy and Rhett Butler. I have met lot of friends across the globe, who have read, appreciated and fallen in love with both the characters, like me. But when asked to compare, friends have chosen bits and pieces of both characters, typical of human natue. We always want to choose the most adept, but in actuality never end up with anything close to our utopian world. As men and women become peacocks in their efforts to attract each other, flaunting their plumes and strut , we definitely somewhere in the back of our mind get influenced by these characters - they do form the first visual prototype from which we draw inspiration. Mr Darcy for sure is no longer 'relevant' to the modern female, but he continues to fascinate women despite being the potrayed as an image of male dominance. Rhett Butler gave modern society the epitomes of manly persona. Women see him as handsome and dashing, with an infusion of "bad boy", getting infatuated by the tall, dark and the handsome.

I, as every person on this earth, has her own theories. For sure Darcy and Butler are ficticious and are imaginary characters but we do adore and dream of. However these novels are adult versions of fairytale and in reality there is no fairy Godmother. What we end up in life is completely different from what we imagine. Whom we meet or whom we accept as the Rhett Butler or Mr. Darcy of our life, happiness in a relationship is entirely a matter of chance, which needs to kindled and cared for very carefully. We all look for morally upright devoted and faithful relationships. But finally what matters is accepting the way I am. No Darcy no Butler but the acceptance of the other, just the way he or she is..

As long as your going to be thinking anyway, think BIG

Yesterday was another frustrating day at work in which I achieved nothing. Before I leave from work, I catch up with what I did for the day. For the last some or I guess - many days, I have not been able to find anything positive and resounding.

A constant feeling of waste of time and energy - with this thought process, I started switching off the lights in the office. I stepped into the office of the Big B of my current project , before I could switch off the lights, I read written in bold - As long as your going to be thinking anyway, think BIG.

Today morning as I stepped into the security clearance area (it was unusually crowded for SLC Airport) - I overheard some people talking among themselves about how easy and comfortable it was, till some years back to board a plane. The description reminded me of getting into a train in any Indian Railway station. As I started opening my shoes and pulling all the electronic gadgets apart for security inspection, I felt what an impact has 9/11 created all over the world. Incidents like 9/11 have been happening all over after that, the latest that got the media glare was the drama that unfolded in Taj, Mumbai. And now checking into a five star hotel in India would be extra documentation, grilling sessions and not to exclude the extra forms. Terrorists have been thinking BIG - so big that it has impacted our normal way of life. The grey matter that these "evil" minds have applied to radically change the definition of travel is credible. Extra security officers, extra scanning machines, extra documentation - in short extra harassment that travel process has brought in - is worth noting.

Step back and think last 30-40 years - has been there any BIG thinking? Anything that has radically changed our way of life in the positive manner. We have ended up going to the moon, sending missions across to find life in the solar system and beyond, made interesting inventions to make our life comfortable...the rich have become richer, the poorer sections of society are crawling in the ever detoriating economic conditions. Problems around the world are increasing - intolerant societies, decline of sense of community, constant desire for religious supremacy, fallout of concept of a family - increasing live in relationships resulting in rising illegitimacy hence destroying the core value of a mother, father and child relationship that has held the human race together for so many years.

What are we as human race doing? Perhaps thinking big to detoriate, thinking big to create panic and increase hatred and intolerance among oursleves, thinking big to attack other nations, thinking big to make the minuscule look negligible. What are we upto??

Capitalism Vs Socialism

One of my favourite topics for debate, since I became matured to understand the scales of economies.

India, a country of social and economic inequalities. A large section of our society float in plenty - expensive cars, luxury apartments in cities like Mumbai, Bangalore, Delhi and other metro cities - while 27% of our population lives below poverty line..there are islands of prosperity in India - while there is sea of poverty around. A country where our name and surname most of the time indicate our religion, caste and state we belong to - and in turn exploited by our politicians as we dance to the tune of democracy roughly every five years - spending crores and crores of rupees in election process. Our country's economic growth is based on service industry for last decade or two whereas 60% of our population still lives on agriculture.

Comes in the thought of Capitalism Vs. Socialism. There is no denial that India is becoming aggressively capitalist - increasing becoming a individualistic society - drifting away from our core values which we propagated to the world as thoughts of our philosophers. I represent the present generation of India, who works in the service industry, has a pretty good pay package to take back home at the end of the month, lives in comfortable apartments in big cities, least concerned about social obligations, oblivious of realities of people around - people of my parents generation call us individuals - least concerned of the society we live in. We are blamed as people propagating capitalism - labelled as "unsocial", "self centered" human beings. Yes may be shameful - but that's me, one of the many of the present generation of India.

But can I in a country like India afford a luxurious lifestyle? When I am in India, I try and contribute some time interacting with people who live in adversities. Personally a strong believer of girl child education - I have tried spending some time in volunteering efforts, trying to give some kids a better way of life. I have been involved for a while on a project working for a better life for vulnerable kids in red light area - Biana beach, Goa and another one - dedicated to children of unskilled labourers who come to cities for job, in Kolhapur, Maharastra. Whenever I visited these sites, I used to be quite deterred by their way of life, shaken by harsh realities. One small candy could bring a million dollar smile of their faces, one colourful story book could make them feel happier and cheerful, one pencil could generate an honest desire to scribble their name - small things...values of which I never realized till I met these kids.
But then, a small candy, a coloured pencil can only give momentary happiness...it cannot give them a guarantee of lifetime happiness. They need to struggle, fight the odds and think about self, to sustain. And they have to fight hard. A socialist bend of my mind cannot get them anywhere. I or anyone cannot adopt struggles - struggles is their own and the will to overcome is personal will power. It is self struggle, self determination - even if that means individualism - that is what it is...

Socialism provides the right to work, the right to free education, and to good health care - but doesn't it build complacency? Does n't it kill the motivation to sustain, to fight and achieve...it is a world where survival of the fittest matters...free / subidized world - will it lead people anywhere? Don't people of individualistic society strive hard for what they need. I know well, what I do to lead a decent life, trust me it is not a cakewalk for me and neither for anyone of us of our generation!

Our flawed neighbours

Pakistan and Bangladesh - two neigbouring countries - we are so identical, we speak the same langauge, have the same culture, have the same social values, the same history (till 1947). Why then have these nations moved on such divergent arcs over the last six decades? Multi-religious, multi-ethnic, secular, democratic India of one billion people is an idea that belongs to the future; one dimensional, one religion follower Pakistan & Bangladesh, largely goverened by military and Islamic fundamentalists - is regressing back to medivial times.
1947, August 15 - India was declared an independent nation by the Queen - my parents family did not know whether they should be happy or sad. The Britishers did what they successfully have been doing all over the world - DIVIDE AND RULE - divided India into two nations on basis of religion - INDIA and PAKISTAN, resulting in world's largest and painful exodus. The religious fury and violence that it unleashed caused the deaths of some 2 million Sikhs, Muslims and Hindus. An estimated 12 to 15 million people were forcibly transferred between the two countries leaving them homeless, atleast 75,000 women were raped. The trauma incurred in the process has been profound - it impacted my parents and my family - they walked miles to cross the newly created borders by the Queen - transported from huge mansions to a refugee camp, from a life of plenty to an uncertain livelihood where one morsel was a question. The streets were filled with slaughtered bodies, vultures feasted, blood flowed freely down the drains - horrific tales of murder, loot and human tragedy that I hear from my parents and grandparents. A research stated that the partition of India ranks as one of the 10 greatest tragedies in human history... Afterall Britishers and the Queen granted India's most coveted prize - India's freedom and it came with a price - a divided shattered country.

The wheel of time does not stop for anyone - neither did it stop for Indians. India was reborn, the country recovered and so did my family. My grandparents moved from the refugee camp to one room house to large houses, though the mansion of unpartitioned India had to be forgotten..and after six decades, I live in a India which is flourishing with 8% GDP growth, twelfth largest economy in the world by market exchange rates and the fourth largest in the world by GDP, measured on a purchasing power parity. Yes - I agree that India is slowly drifting from an agriculturist - socialist economy to a more capitalistic economy, fast loosing our core values behind and adopting the Wild West. I also agree India has a long long way to go - 27% of us are below the poverty line. Lack of adequate infrastructure, Bureaucracy and corruption remain our challenges. Our forward growth is occasionally hampered by backward forces. But still there is a future for 1 billion of us..and the future is bright!

But where are our neighbours - Pakistan & Bangladesh heading to? For six decades, people in these nations have not been able to decide between military dictatorship and civilian rule.. Politics and policies conceding space to fundamentalist "mullahs" ..Islam became the ideology of the state but instead of accepting good things of Islam - the country turned towards adoption of "jihad" as state policy. Pakistan during Afgan war was funded by American and Saudi govts and soon became the breeding grounds of armed bands, And then comes in 9/11 and America wakes up from the slumber - they realize that there is a country called Afganistan and Pakistan and there is someone called Osama Bin Laden. They realize the Osama they funded and trained as a CIA agent to fight against the Soviets had now attacked their own land..American leadership promises its people - "we will capture Osama and likes"...But all in vain so far!

Today the instability and jihadi policies have become such a huge concern for India and Indians - we never know when these "eccentric" people enter our land through the "Queen's" created borders and in the name of jihad pump bullets into us. I was very close of one of the bomb explosions sites in Bombay some years back and I know how it feels - anxiety, anger, charged emotions - and though I donot want to but I end up saying DAMN PAKISTAN - though I know six decades back it was my land, my ancestors lived there...BUT.. Thankfully my ancestors crossed borders and came to India in 1947 - they struggled for us - to give us a better life...

A question that always crosses my mind - After 9/11: what is Pakistan's army fighting against fellow Muslims in the WAR AGAINST TERRORISM? Unconfirmed reports say Pakistan might have a much larger base for terrorists than Afghanistan. It may have got late - I hope another catastrophic tragedy like 9/11 is not repeated to wake up our world leaders! Afterall nothing happens to them - it is me, you - we the people on the road across the globe who are affected. WAKE UP before the world gets broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls.

White Holi on the other side of the Globe!

It's Holi today in India and I am in Salt Lake City - at the other side of globe, miles and miles away from my home. This is my first Holi outside India and I am missing it. It's not that I like playing Holi - this vibrant festival of colours can easily be termed as the most rowdiest festival celebrated in India by Indians irrespective of their religion and creed, though primarily being a Hindu festival! It is a spring celebration and the exuberant ritual of putting colour on each other crossing all the man-made barriers of caste, creed, language and religion. And as I am born in Uttar Pradesh and spent a good part of my life in Northern India - I have seen Holi being played and celebrated in its true essence. And till date every year I have tried locking myself in a room in a effort to hide myself - most of the years I have been successful but sometimes I have got dragged into the "HOLY MESS" by my friends!

But yeah - Holi is becoming dirtier and uglier as years go by - the true essence of love and binding is getting lost. It is becoming an opportunity for a good section of people to go wild..aromatic natural colours getting replaced by harsh chemical paints - the essence is getting lost somewhere!

But this year - its different...It's a White Holi day with temperature hovering around freezing. It snowed for the last two days - not a touch of colour anywhere! No RED, No YELLOW, No GREEN, No PINK - ONLY WHITE! I am missing those loud melodious songs, esp. the evergreen "Rang Barse" played in every household today, the mouth watering Ghujias painstakingly made by our Moms, the coloured faces throwing paints and water ballons at each other, children taking special delight in pouring coloured water onto people on the road - everything is coloured in India today!

As I sit and gaze out of my window to the greys and browns of the upcoming spring season in the US, the thought of my family and friends getting soaked in colours, enjoying the spring festival on the other side of the globe - brings a nice bit of colour, a ting of nostalgia, a gush of emotion to my day!!!

रंग दे मुझको !! बेंगनी, नीला, हरा, पीला, लाल !!! रंग बरसे, होली है !!

Marley and me

I finished reading "Marley and Me" a couple of weeks back. Having grown up with a wild, misbehaved, adorable dog, I just loved reading the book. Being a dog lover, I could relate to every word in it.

"Marley and Me" is about a was a sweet, affectionate puppy who grew into a lovably naughty, loyal, hyperactive 90 pound Labrador, who did everything - from swallowing a golden chain to stealing women's undergarments to crashing thru screen doors, digging and scratching doors, destroying the garage....eating almost anything and everything that came his way. There was no way of taming down Marley, the obedience school expelled him, as Marley was turning out to be a distraction for fellow students and managed humiliating his instructor:) The best part of the book was how the family shares the grief and pain of Jenny's miscarriage, cling to Marley for comfort and reassurance.

As I read through the pages, I could feel the innocence that my dog had in his eyes after some mischief, knowing that he had not done things right. Though its many years that I have lost my dog, it brought back wonderful memeories of my childhood friend.

I don't have enough superlatives at my command to describe how much I adored this book. A must read for all dog lovers!

Raju's new year gift to Satyamites

Well, what a week it has been, what to say, what to write, its still to sink in. On 7th Jan 2009, I completed a year in Satyam and 7th Jan 2009, Satyam fell like a pack of cards, India's 4th largest company, 53,000 employees, 2.6 billion revenues got a overnite fame of a fraudulant, tainted company for overstating profits to keep itself in business from 28% profitibility to actual figures of 3%.
A person of Narayan Murthy's fame makes a statement that he would not recruit Satyam employees as they are tainted. I wonder what did we employees do to earn such a reputation. Perhaps worked and contributed to the $ 2.6 billion revenue, which Mr. Raju used to buy lands all over Hyderabad/ Chennai/ Vizag / Bangalore. The irony is that the name "Satyam" which stood for truth is now Corporate India's biggest lie - "Mithyam".
I will admit there are some hiccups in our way of life, uncertainity/question marks, doubts do prevail. Gartner warns that Satyam may not survive the scandal and, even if it does, may not be able to retain staff or invest in customer engagements. I believe that "Satyam" name may dilute to oblivion but the company would emerge as a much stronger player, with greater involvment with its customer base and closer relationships and have a better professionally managed board which can take the company to the next level. Today when people talk about Accenture, do they think about Arthur Anderson. None do..

Welcome 2009

A new year, I welcomed 2009 in Salt Lake City. As I looked out from the window, the moon light was reflecting on the snow, making it look glittering white. It was still dead city outside. Unlike other cities, it was a very quiet new year welcome, no one on the road, not a single fireworks in the sky, it seemed like any other night. Many a times I enjoy the quietness of Salt Lake City.
The window glass was as cold as stone, outside temperature was below freezing (being an Indian, below freezing always means -ve in centigrades) reminding me that I am a lucky one, who does not have to endure the adversities of harsh weather that Mother Earth often inflicts on us. Do I need to think of these adversities? I have almost everything that I want (though there is no end to want), a satisfied comfortable life.
My mind is transported back many years down memory lane, to a haggard looking man in tattered clothes, standing infront the gates of my house in Dhaka, Bangladesh and my "unbehaved" dog barking like crazy as if he had seen the most unwanted person on earth, making his master sense his earnest desire to chase him out of sight. I am reminded of the cold and wet late evening, the man asking for some food, murmuring he hadnot eaten a morsel for two days.
My phone rings and brings me back to the present, it was my brother calling me from India to wish me "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Welcome 2009 - people make resolutions, I ask God to remind me to thank him for giving me a bright day to which i look forward every morning, to thank Him when I offer myself a plateful of warm tempting food which helps me sustain, to thank Him when I walk in to the shelter of my home after an exhaustive day. Thank You God for giving me a life full of joy hope and mirth!