Getting it right

At a time when mankind is wrestling against terrorism, political conflicts, household crimes, economic instability etc,a much bigger threat looms large. The planet, we are existing is losing its sheen. EARTH! A beauty created by the almighty is fast shrinking to the hands of various pollutants’. Clamour hard, choke your vocal cords and pass on the information to as many ear’s as you can, that the time has come. The time to hoard and conserve the natural beings is calling BIG TIME!. Activities affecting earth and discussion on its protection shouldn’t be made a one time /day affair. Actions that can have profound effect should be addressed time and gain. Get a dedicated column in your newspaper, talk about it daily! Don’t we want our future generations to have a better dwelling place. Appropriate steps taken now ,will yield better results and only facilitate a better living. These actions and objectives needn’t be at a union or a state level, it should begin at local and municipal level

Closing the day’s work, I sprinted out of my office, to the Taxi stand. Gnawing my teeth, and waiting restlessly for 15 minutes, I finally got in a shared cab. The peak hour evening traffic and pot holed roads isn’t quite the ride one would like to have after a day’s work, needless to say about the poor old Fiat taxis. Get it straight, driving back and forth from Worli to Dadar and resisting the traffic is really a tough ask. As he drove, we could feel the windows and doors trembling. All we wanted was to get to the station as soon as possible. No sooner we reached Dadar station; there was a 100 meter hurdle dash to the platform. You’ll find the best of athletes hopping and gliding themselves through the mob of crowd. It’s then struggle no.2. to get to your platform and board the train. As any other Mumbaite, it was my dream to at least have (a) day out 365 with minimal passengers boarding the trains, vacant seats etc, Wasn’t to be! All you find at the over bridge, and then in the plat

Ever imagined how things would’ve been, had we still lived in an era of Barter system, other things remaining same. How would businesses run, what would people deal in? Weird isn’t it! Keeping the paper money aside, let’s jig into a world of Barter exchange for a while. It’s logical, if barter trade was existent at a micro level, where farmers would exchange rice for pot from a pot maker, or wheat for a piece of cloth from a weaver or tailor. But what about people like us on the other side of the world who have no knowledge about agriculture, manufacturing goods etc. An American firm outsourcing jobs to India, would substitute salaries with monthly ration. If you are an excellent performer you would get a ready made shirt as recognition and if you are entitled for a yearly bonus you will get variable and premium Basmati rice. I would go to my regular provision store, buy (trade) one coconut for 100 grams of freshly made hot banana chips. As a retailer, he would be exchanging a fusion o

Yesterday, I attended a Speaker session in my office. Both the topic and the speaker were really good. The topic goes like this...”Taking charge of your career”... and it goes apt with the current phase in my career. I have decided not undermine myself by way of this article, but on a general note, I would like to say that sessions like these, when attended in the initial days of one’s career, may prove very beneficial. Realising your potential, identifying your strengths and understanding you’re not so good areas were the talking points in the session. And what important points these are. If you are able to appreciate and comprehend all of the above adjectives early on, then one should presume that whatever you are doing and wherever you are; you are all set. From here on it’s only your fortitude and resilience that takes you to the next level. Well, for some it may not be as easy and straight forward to recognise their potentials, but somewhere, in some manner you are made known that

Looking at the sky, I wished to fly For the sky looked so high I got a strain in my thigh, Decided to roll on the earth, Then thought of the quake For life is short, don’t dwell on unwanted thought! I wanted to become a cricketer Thought of the snorter Could kick the football well, but thought of the money But an analyst ain’t minting honey For life is short, don’t dwell on unwanted thought! Think of a girl and feel flattered Her betrayal makes you shattered A game of the strong hearted and indomitable I preferred to askew the sideway For life is short, don’t dwell on unwanted thought! Journey of life is baffling Within a passage of a whirlwind you ‘r found wanting Step up!…. Step up and feel counted For life is short, don’t dwell on unwanted thought!

One clear evidence of changing times is also the way we dress. Dress!! Do I really care about how others dress, eat, sleep etc...? Sorry this may not be a point of discussion for all. The point I am trying to drive here is, there are somethings that visibly indicate that time has moved on and newer things have emerged. My experiences so far, on various grounds ratify this thought of mine to the fullest. 2 years ago I knew nothing about blogging! Are we forced to move with time or ahead of it, is a question I would like to first ask myself. My domestic maid updates me on her late arrival via SMS, I check the rates of newspaper scrap by messaging my dealer. Small things, but they do count. We (India) don't hold the record for most number of Mobile phone users for nothing. Children, now, begin their computer acquaintance as early as 5-6 years old. As a 6 year old I always wanted to play outdoor games. We used to play a variety of games and the evenings would never be complete, had we

This dastardly act of attacking the Sri Lankan cricketers has not only shaken the entire cricketing fraternity in the sub continent region but with it also the general public. Though the bullets were fired in the lawns of the Liberty market in Lahore its velocity could be felt far and wide. After the Indian cricket team denied travelling to Pakistan, preceded by several other nations, it was Sri Lanka who stepped in to act as a bridge between Pakistan and the other cricketing nations. This gesture was only ridiculed by the fast encroaching Talibanisation within Pakistan. As I sit to write my heart felt views to the Sri Lankan cricketers, I also fret about the foreseeable cricketing (sporting) future of Pakistan. One has to feel for the genuine cricket lovers of Pakistan, for it wasn’t their entire fault that this heinous incident happened. Sri Lanka, a strife torn nation submerged with its own problems, takes off to Pakistan, another cricket crazy country waiting for the revival of th