3rd attempt to revive my blog. This time the attempt from the Spanish stronghold, Madrid, where its been 3 months away from India. Reason, to express and share my experiences with my family and friends during the MBA from one of the ‘best business’ school (sorry little bit selling is allowed).
First time in my life, I ventured out, of my comfort zone to learn the tricks of managing and doing business. The initial days enjoyed staying in a hostel with two mates from India whom I never met in India, lived on Patatas fritas for few days till I found a reasonable veg restaurant and explored the city the best way it should be; walking through the streets of Madrid with a paper map! The first few weeks, visiting McDonalds near the Gran Via metro had become a necessity for two reasons: Free Wifi & fries for food. I know now what is surviving and what is living. Moved into my apartment after a fortnight to begin the experience called “IE”
Opening day of IMBA: the ceremony started in the beautiful campus of Segovia that IE had acquired recently. The campus, situated beside the Eresma river, at the foot of the old city walls that surround Segovia’s historic quarter. It was five-minute walk from the Roman Aqueduct. It was a proud moment when we moved in the “Aula Magna” (main hall), a 15th century structure giving a larger than life feel and a place. What happened next was truly unexpected. David Bach, took the stage and asked the 24 Indians to stand up. None of us had a clue of what was coming next. David Bach announced everyone in the hall to applaud the new world champions referring to the world cup victory and there was a thunderous roar in the main hall. Was an amazing and a proud moment. He later pointed out to us that this was the same hall where the Spanish monks & Columbus planned the voyages for India. Majestic start!!
This followed the orientation, and the LAUNCH phase which was about interactive teaching within class, decision making using the movie “13 days” based on the Cuban crisis, basketball court, a surgeon deciphering the abilities of human brain, sessions with a team of architects, drama artists. Each session had umpteen learning opportunity which would help shape a management professional. Impressive stuff.
But other interesting part was meeting and interacting with my new batch-mates. It seemed like a fair. Met people from countries I was not even aware of!! The batch with 80 nationalities was as diverse as India. Everyone was warm and friendly and each one was curious to know and meet the others. My workgroup was like an assortment of friends from Spain, Mexico, Australia, Russia, Lebanon, & USA. It is fun working with them. Journey has just begun and its already time for me to shift gears with the first term about to end. Today its been three months in Madrid today and havent communicated my experience. Just took sometime off from my daily chores of MBA schedule to unplug my life again!!
Third Innings begins from now on!! Keep watching this space... A lot to share about an experience called 'IE'
Thursday, June 16, 2011
MBA Journey.. 3 months in Madrid today !!!
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Quarter Life Crisis - if you're 20 Something
Quarter Life Crisis - if you're 20 Something
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like .You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it .We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends.... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis"
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like .You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it .We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends.... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis"
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wondering if “Unlearning how to remember” = “Learning to Forget”?
In our kindergarten days we played innumerable games such as building blocks, card games, board games which would help us to build a strong memory and remember things. After that when we went to school we were taught how to remember and memorize tables, answers for questions, fill-in-the-blanks, match the following and thousand such other things. Then moving to college we were taught to remember some advanced stuff. Ditto at work.
Well during all our life, we were taught how to remember. This shows how important it is in our life to remember things. Our sustenance is on remembering things. If life is a coin then remembering makes it’s one side.
My memory is strong enough because I always excelled at these games, but I do not remember a single moment where I was taught to forget things. If remembrance is important, then forgetting is equally important too. Forgetting hence makes the other side of the coin here. But just wondering why we were never taught “how to forget things”. Maybe the forget lessons do not exist. Or maybe the subject was very difficult to teach that god decided to leave it for the best teacher, Life, to deliver the “forget lessons”. I guess you folks agree too.
If remembering things gives us joy, happiness, sorrow, peace of mind, satisfaction then forgetting things does the same. Remembering pain gives us sorrow and forgetting pain gives us solace. Forgetting joyful moments gives us sorrow and remembering sorrow takes away our solace. This clearly approves how opposite the two sides are and so are their effects. So the question here is: does unlearning how to remember equals the art of forgetting things
I would not want to emphasize on why one should forget, but would surely like to emphasize on what is meant by forgetting. A lady defined the meaning of forgetting to me when I was out for a casual walk one evening. She had an explanation which made sense to me. As per her, there exists no concept of forgetting in this world. She defines forgetting as “Living with the things happened (which you want to forget) without letting them affect you. If you let those things affect you, then you will never be able to forget them. But if you allow them to not affect you, then you are certain to forget them. Virtually”. This simple statement was self-explanatory for me to learn how to forget.
Human mind is just like a penseive in which we actively store, by the act of remembering, our good and bad memories. We thrive and live our life by cherishing on these instances. So it’s not about unlearning how to remember, but learning how to remember and at the same time not letting it affect you.
Now we may concoct the fact why forget lessons do not exist upfront. Maybe because the concept of forgetting itself does not exist upfront. As per my personal view, the concept pseudo-exists and is revealed by life at an appropriate stage. The most important lessons are best taught and learnt in context instead in text. I have learnt my lessons in context hence sharing them in text here.
Well during all our life, we were taught how to remember. This shows how important it is in our life to remember things. Our sustenance is on remembering things. If life is a coin then remembering makes it’s one side.
My memory is strong enough because I always excelled at these games, but I do not remember a single moment where I was taught to forget things. If remembrance is important, then forgetting is equally important too. Forgetting hence makes the other side of the coin here. But just wondering why we were never taught “how to forget things”. Maybe the forget lessons do not exist. Or maybe the subject was very difficult to teach that god decided to leave it for the best teacher, Life, to deliver the “forget lessons”. I guess you folks agree too.
If remembering things gives us joy, happiness, sorrow, peace of mind, satisfaction then forgetting things does the same. Remembering pain gives us sorrow and forgetting pain gives us solace. Forgetting joyful moments gives us sorrow and remembering sorrow takes away our solace. This clearly approves how opposite the two sides are and so are their effects. So the question here is: does unlearning how to remember equals the art of forgetting things
I would not want to emphasize on why one should forget, but would surely like to emphasize on what is meant by forgetting. A lady defined the meaning of forgetting to me when I was out for a casual walk one evening. She had an explanation which made sense to me. As per her, there exists no concept of forgetting in this world. She defines forgetting as “Living with the things happened (which you want to forget) without letting them affect you. If you let those things affect you, then you will never be able to forget them. But if you allow them to not affect you, then you are certain to forget them. Virtually”. This simple statement was self-explanatory for me to learn how to forget.
Human mind is just like a penseive in which we actively store, by the act of remembering, our good and bad memories. We thrive and live our life by cherishing on these instances. So it’s not about unlearning how to remember, but learning how to remember and at the same time not letting it affect you.
Now we may concoct the fact why forget lessons do not exist upfront. Maybe because the concept of forgetting itself does not exist upfront. As per my personal view, the concept pseudo-exists and is revealed by life at an appropriate stage. The most important lessons are best taught and learnt in context instead in text. I have learnt my lessons in context hence sharing them in text here.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Lost Innocence ??
I visited my school after 10 years after passing out in the year 2000 for the first time.. I saw something that was leaps and bounds ahead from what my school days were.
I still remember how I used to travel to my school during early days. I used to either go by my school bus or maybe walking (since the distance was too short) or maybe on the bicycle with friends. Rarely we enjoyed the luxury travels of the BEST bus or more luxuriously the autorickshaw. I used to carry my own bag and dabba. Bag was a normal one you buy from the Andheri station and the stainless steel dabba was nicely stuffed with simple mom-made lunch. Had just two sets of uniforms which were bought from Glory in 4 bungalows. Regarding my sports wear, it were simple too. Shoes were the normal canvas ones (corona brand.. I still remember). My stationery box had simple Raymond pen and wood pencils which were enough for me to write my home assignments. During my birthday, I used to offer simple sweets which would not cost more than 50 paise to my classmates, close friends and my birthday parities if any would be just limited to the Rasna party with the slice cake and some wafer chips. This was more or less the story for all my batchmates. Obviously there were exceptions, but the numbers could be counted on finger-tips.
Today, the children come in the high-end chauffer driven luxury cars that I desire at this stage and during my school days were limited to the text book stickers or book covers. The children seem weak since they can’t lift their Adidas bags and their elite tiffin boxes, hence are accompanied by their maids. The weakness of the kids can be surely attributed to the McDonalds and KFC snacks in their tiffins or maybe the easy travel to the school did not let them strengthen their shoulders to carry bags. Well during their sports class, they don Nike sports wear and air cushioned shoes which were only limited to the international sports stars during my young days. They carry pens which I guess my boss has just one at this stage of his life. Sorry sir can’t help mentioning this. They carry inbuilt camera cell phones to keep them connected to their friends via Facebook mobile and iPods to keep them entertained all time with favorite music. Just wondering if their call bills are more than my official cell bills. Well just heard from my teacher that one person threw his birthday party in a luxurious 5-star hotel banquet hall and cell phones were the return gifts to the invited ones. This is more or less the story for all the current batchmates. Obviously there are exceptions, who live the school days like I lived, but the numbers can be counted on fingertips.
Kids have truly lost the innocence these days. They speak fluent English but stammer while speaking in their mother tongue. We hardly used to back answer or rudely behave with our parents. Today, kids hardly behave well with their parents and hardly listen to them. Their innocence has been replaced by arrogance and attitude which is increasing day by day. Just pondering on the reason for the lost innocence.
As per my understanding the reason for this can be mostly attributed to the unnecessary extra care that parents take these days. Parents do not want their kids to witness the hardships they witnessed and would like to make things happen for them at their wish. It’s a good thought, but unknowingly is affecting the overall personality of the child and the generation to come next. Reason for me write on such topic is that I have closely witnessed the effects of such pampering by parents. This shielding from hardships does not do any good, but does lot of bad to them instead.
This reminds me of one story in somewhat similar context, that’s of King Śuddhodana, who was wishing for his son Siddhartha to be a great king, shielded him from knowledge of human suffering. But finally this guarding did nothing good to the father. He lost his son who then became known as Buddha for us. Here I am not trrying to say that by shielding you are going to nurture another Buddha for the society, but would like to emphasize the fact that this created distances between the father and the son. The son moved on his way to become the great man, but not all are lucky to have such sons.
It feels that as day-by-day our generation is progressing in the new generation, we as people are regressing with our thought processes. We are becoming more insecure about our existence and even more about our generation to come. Its time we realize that we should ideally care about our kids and how they grow and not about how they look or what they wear. Whenever we think of children, the first thing that comes to our mind is innocence and naivety. A child is the purest form of a human being as he is not yet casted by the harsh realities of life. All his activities bring forth his true feelings and he is not bothered about what people think of him. Children also become the reason for happiness and joy of the grand parents as they are able to relive and relish their childhood once more by watching their grandchildren grow in front of their eyes. I do not see my childhood in today’s kids hence I say innocence needs to be restored in kids.
As they says “To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.”
I still remember how I used to travel to my school during early days. I used to either go by my school bus or maybe walking (since the distance was too short) or maybe on the bicycle with friends. Rarely we enjoyed the luxury travels of the BEST bus or more luxuriously the autorickshaw. I used to carry my own bag and dabba. Bag was a normal one you buy from the Andheri station and the stainless steel dabba was nicely stuffed with simple mom-made lunch. Had just two sets of uniforms which were bought from Glory in 4 bungalows. Regarding my sports wear, it were simple too. Shoes were the normal canvas ones (corona brand.. I still remember). My stationery box had simple Raymond pen and wood pencils which were enough for me to write my home assignments. During my birthday, I used to offer simple sweets which would not cost more than 50 paise to my classmates, close friends and my birthday parities if any would be just limited to the Rasna party with the slice cake and some wafer chips. This was more or less the story for all my batchmates. Obviously there were exceptions, but the numbers could be counted on finger-tips.
Today, the children come in the high-end chauffer driven luxury cars that I desire at this stage and during my school days were limited to the text book stickers or book covers. The children seem weak since they can’t lift their Adidas bags and their elite tiffin boxes, hence are accompanied by their maids. The weakness of the kids can be surely attributed to the McDonalds and KFC snacks in their tiffins or maybe the easy travel to the school did not let them strengthen their shoulders to carry bags. Well during their sports class, they don Nike sports wear and air cushioned shoes which were only limited to the international sports stars during my young days. They carry pens which I guess my boss has just one at this stage of his life. Sorry sir can’t help mentioning this. They carry inbuilt camera cell phones to keep them connected to their friends via Facebook mobile and iPods to keep them entertained all time with favorite music. Just wondering if their call bills are more than my official cell bills. Well just heard from my teacher that one person threw his birthday party in a luxurious 5-star hotel banquet hall and cell phones were the return gifts to the invited ones. This is more or less the story for all the current batchmates. Obviously there are exceptions, who live the school days like I lived, but the numbers can be counted on fingertips.
Kids have truly lost the innocence these days. They speak fluent English but stammer while speaking in their mother tongue. We hardly used to back answer or rudely behave with our parents. Today, kids hardly behave well with their parents and hardly listen to them. Their innocence has been replaced by arrogance and attitude which is increasing day by day. Just pondering on the reason for the lost innocence.
As per my understanding the reason for this can be mostly attributed to the unnecessary extra care that parents take these days. Parents do not want their kids to witness the hardships they witnessed and would like to make things happen for them at their wish. It’s a good thought, but unknowingly is affecting the overall personality of the child and the generation to come next. Reason for me write on such topic is that I have closely witnessed the effects of such pampering by parents. This shielding from hardships does not do any good, but does lot of bad to them instead.
This reminds me of one story in somewhat similar context, that’s of King Śuddhodana, who was wishing for his son Siddhartha to be a great king, shielded him from knowledge of human suffering. But finally this guarding did nothing good to the father. He lost his son who then became known as Buddha for us. Here I am not trrying to say that by shielding you are going to nurture another Buddha for the society, but would like to emphasize the fact that this created distances between the father and the son. The son moved on his way to become the great man, but not all are lucky to have such sons.
It feels that as day-by-day our generation is progressing in the new generation, we as people are regressing with our thought processes. We are becoming more insecure about our existence and even more about our generation to come. Its time we realize that we should ideally care about our kids and how they grow and not about how they look or what they wear. Whenever we think of children, the first thing that comes to our mind is innocence and naivety. A child is the purest form of a human being as he is not yet casted by the harsh realities of life. All his activities bring forth his true feelings and he is not bothered about what people think of him. Children also become the reason for happiness and joy of the grand parents as they are able to relive and relish their childhood once more by watching their grandchildren grow in front of their eyes. I do not see my childhood in today’s kids hence I say innocence needs to be restored in kids.
As they says “To nourish children and raise them against odds is in any time, any place, more valuable than to fix bolts in cars or design nuclear weapons.”
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Comprehending Life. Hinging on Hope.
Resuming to write my blog after ages. Reason for not writing, more aptly should be called an excuse, I was busy in the career “Rat Race”. Now the reason to write, no need of excuse here, is to just express myself on my virtual space. Friends, need no forced comments or any “like” tags for what I write. You might find it useful or might find it crap but. I do not believe much in announcing my life but believe in sharing it. Hope it’s helpful to you all in some way.
Few months ago, my friend, “Chief” made one of the hardest hitting statements I have come across. He said, “Life is what happens to you when you are busy planning something else”. Some months down the line, Life just happened to me. Now how to get back is the answer. Wish I could just attach some springs to my shoes to bounce back. Then found there exists such “spring”.
Regarding life, some people say it’s very difficult to predict future, results and outcomes and the rest would say it’s impossible. These two factions exist because the ones who say its difficult are hopeful whereas the others who say its impossible have no ray of hope. I prefer to belong to the former category; living with hope. Hope infuses you to achieve when you falter in life. Without hope things seem impossible, but with hope things will definitely not be impossible. Things might be difficult but still they are possible. Hope is the sole reason to try and move ahead after what has happened. After a quake which shatters ones house, the person still goes back to that place and builds a new house. He does not worry about a second quake. That’s the power of hope. Hope propels one to live life and not to end life.
Hope acted as the spring in my feet which allowed me to bounce back to live life. It has infused renewed strength in me. It has taught me a lot. Being in the corporate world we used to get such “hope” related mails once every week from some or the other colleague. I used to discount them as regular ones after reading and never got the true message of the mail. But the message is conveyed now when life “happened” to me.
Hope is must to live life. Since one will certainly fail at least once during his life. He would have achieved a lot before that but that single failure might take away all that he earned. But if he hinges on hope then he will be able to bounce back and ensure that he hoards what he earned. Well this might sound just a normal thing you must have read somewhere but for me it’s something I have met with and experienced it.
Surely reading about life and hope is good. But experiencing it is any day better.
To comprehend and live life, I hinge on hope. Do you??
Few months ago, my friend, “Chief” made one of the hardest hitting statements I have come across. He said, “Life is what happens to you when you are busy planning something else”. Some months down the line, Life just happened to me. Now how to get back is the answer. Wish I could just attach some springs to my shoes to bounce back. Then found there exists such “spring”.
Regarding life, some people say it’s very difficult to predict future, results and outcomes and the rest would say it’s impossible. These two factions exist because the ones who say its difficult are hopeful whereas the others who say its impossible have no ray of hope. I prefer to belong to the former category; living with hope. Hope infuses you to achieve when you falter in life. Without hope things seem impossible, but with hope things will definitely not be impossible. Things might be difficult but still they are possible. Hope is the sole reason to try and move ahead after what has happened. After a quake which shatters ones house, the person still goes back to that place and builds a new house. He does not worry about a second quake. That’s the power of hope. Hope propels one to live life and not to end life.
Hope acted as the spring in my feet which allowed me to bounce back to live life. It has infused renewed strength in me. It has taught me a lot. Being in the corporate world we used to get such “hope” related mails once every week from some or the other colleague. I used to discount them as regular ones after reading and never got the true message of the mail. But the message is conveyed now when life “happened” to me.
Hope is must to live life. Since one will certainly fail at least once during his life. He would have achieved a lot before that but that single failure might take away all that he earned. But if he hinges on hope then he will be able to bounce back and ensure that he hoards what he earned. Well this might sound just a normal thing you must have read somewhere but for me it’s something I have met with and experienced it.
Surely reading about life and hope is good. But experiencing it is any day better.
To comprehend and live life, I hinge on hope. Do you??
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Global Financial Markets Road Ahead
The Financial Markets have witnessed one of the most widespread recession and slowdown, quite different from the previous financial meltdowns in its impact and magnitude. A year later, we are on the track of recovery fuelled by the harmonic pumping of liquidity by the Federal Reserves across the nations and other corrective measures to restore normalcy. Economic recovery and the resulting increased risk appetite is a serious concern which worries the “Ben Bernanke’s” of every nation. Besides the new issues arising, the causes of the crisis: Moral Hazard, De-regulation, Risk Mispricing also need detailed attention. Future of Financial Markets Summit (FOFM II) seems to be a promising platform for answers to these questions through the “Global Financial Markets Road Ahead” discussion on 15th Jan 2010. Stay tuned to it on www.twitter.com/fofm_ft
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Mumbai is resilient by force, not by choice.
They say Mumbai never sleeps. Its true. During the recent attacks Mumbai never slept. But the reason for Mumbai to stay awake was poles apart from the usual. Mumbai did not sleep because IT COULD NOT sleep. The horrors of the attack did not let anybody wink their eyes for the last 60 hours and I am sure it will not let anybody sleep with the usual normal comfort for the coming days.
Day after day people attack our city and country with renewed force; Day after day the scale on which the attacks are carried out increase. The terrorists seem to better their attack compared to their previous and we worsen our approach of handling such issues consistently. They have killed over 200 people and injured more than 300. I completely disagree. They have killed the confidence of the more than billion Indians and have left us with these horror stories.
Somebody asked me did you lose anybody in the attack. I said “Yes, I lost countrymen. My fellow Indians were injured”. I said I lost India’s most brave armymen and the policewalas whom we have never met but they have laid their lives for us. I do not know anybody who went through the circumstances personally but I also do not know why I was sad and angry. This was the depressing and saddest part of my life. I have never felt so helpless and powerless. I feel impotent. I am sick and tired of hearing that Mumbai is resilient or the people in city are resilient. The fact is we are not resilient. We are not going to comeback to work again as the way we use to before. We are not what we were before. We are heartbroken and we are angry. We have lost the confidence in ourselves that we can change things for better.
The terrorists are the second most cowardly people today, first being the politicians obviously. The lack of will power of politicians at central and state government is totally clear. They blame each other and we blame them. But nobody is ready to take the ownership and responsibility of it. Neither them nor us. They visit the ground zero. They say this will help in boosting the morale of the men in uniform. That’s the worst statement I ever heard in my life. I am not exaggerating but it’s true. Mr. Deshmukh is only worried about the security arrangement during his son’s wedding or Mr. Rane is only worried about the security of his son Nilesh. To tell you all what I have personally witnessed in my office bulding: Nilesh Rane son of Mr. Narayan Rane visited Madison office in Andheri in a golden BMW with a cavalcade of armed men, two gypsies!!! What has he done for us and why is he offered such a tight security? Mr. Deshmukh arrives at Taj with Ritesh and Ram Gopal Verma with smiles on their faces as if they have come for recce for a film that would be soon announced on the recent attacks. This has further made me and the entire Mumbai angry. We are literally fed up of the government. We need a change. Change in the leadership. We will vote them out during next election. But wait. Do we have choices? We have a person who has committed 4 murders and on the other hand a person who has raped one and murdered 2. You need to choose one of the two murderers during the election. This is just like somebody says I will kill you, but you have two choices; 1- You want to be killed by a Gun; 2- You want to be killed by poison. The result is the same. So if we vote the other the result is going to be the same or maybe even worse. This further angers me.
I want the people of Mumbai and India to be angry. Anger is good today. I want all of us to keep this anger alive. This anger will drive us in creating a safe future and trusted system for our coming generations. We need to channelize this anger. We shall not forget this.
“We need to be in the system to change the system”, this was said in the past by many and we have heard it a millions of times maybe. But now is an opportunity to realize this; we have no choice today and therefore we need to create a choice today for our better tomorrow. Let’s together be resilient by choice and not by force.
Day after day people attack our city and country with renewed force; Day after day the scale on which the attacks are carried out increase. The terrorists seem to better their attack compared to their previous and we worsen our approach of handling such issues consistently. They have killed over 200 people and injured more than 300. I completely disagree. They have killed the confidence of the more than billion Indians and have left us with these horror stories.
Somebody asked me did you lose anybody in the attack. I said “Yes, I lost countrymen. My fellow Indians were injured”. I said I lost India’s most brave armymen and the policewalas whom we have never met but they have laid their lives for us. I do not know anybody who went through the circumstances personally but I also do not know why I was sad and angry. This was the depressing and saddest part of my life. I have never felt so helpless and powerless. I feel impotent. I am sick and tired of hearing that Mumbai is resilient or the people in city are resilient. The fact is we are not resilient. We are not going to comeback to work again as the way we use to before. We are not what we were before. We are heartbroken and we are angry. We have lost the confidence in ourselves that we can change things for better.
The terrorists are the second most cowardly people today, first being the politicians obviously. The lack of will power of politicians at central and state government is totally clear. They blame each other and we blame them. But nobody is ready to take the ownership and responsibility of it. Neither them nor us. They visit the ground zero. They say this will help in boosting the morale of the men in uniform. That’s the worst statement I ever heard in my life. I am not exaggerating but it’s true. Mr. Deshmukh is only worried about the security arrangement during his son’s wedding or Mr. Rane is only worried about the security of his son Nilesh. To tell you all what I have personally witnessed in my office bulding: Nilesh Rane son of Mr. Narayan Rane visited Madison office in Andheri in a golden BMW with a cavalcade of armed men, two gypsies!!! What has he done for us and why is he offered such a tight security? Mr. Deshmukh arrives at Taj with Ritesh and Ram Gopal Verma with smiles on their faces as if they have come for recce for a film that would be soon announced on the recent attacks. This has further made me and the entire Mumbai angry. We are literally fed up of the government. We need a change. Change in the leadership. We will vote them out during next election. But wait. Do we have choices? We have a person who has committed 4 murders and on the other hand a person who has raped one and murdered 2. You need to choose one of the two murderers during the election. This is just like somebody says I will kill you, but you have two choices; 1- You want to be killed by a Gun; 2- You want to be killed by poison. The result is the same. So if we vote the other the result is going to be the same or maybe even worse. This further angers me.
I want the people of Mumbai and India to be angry. Anger is good today. I want all of us to keep this anger alive. This anger will drive us in creating a safe future and trusted system for our coming generations. We need to channelize this anger. We shall not forget this.
“We need to be in the system to change the system”, this was said in the past by many and we have heard it a millions of times maybe. But now is an opportunity to realize this; we have no choice today and therefore we need to create a choice today for our better tomorrow. Let’s together be resilient by choice and not by force.
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