Last One!!!

This is indeed my last blog that I am writing sitting in Wipro Technologies.
Well it is quite obvious what I will write about – ‘my experience in Wipro Technologies’. But my hands are not flowing over the keys…I wonder what to tell…. I feel foolish…I wonder why should you be interested in my experiences… how will it help you? Or there is nothing to share or my experiences are incomprehensible…..Well I will not write my experiences…I write for you after all…

I do write with purpose and an earnest purpose finds time, seizes on spare moments and turns fragments in golden accounts. Life is big and deep like sea…. You will find secrets... both petrifying and pleasant as you go deep to discover it.

I will tell you a story about a guy, a deep story… not a long one...
Well I must give a lil’ prelude to this story….

Ashwin is a reasonable man….who knows his mind, bold and courageous….but he would never call a spade a spade… coz’ he is from apna UP… apne UP main you call a spade a khurpi….he is bindaas diplomatic…

Scenario One:

It was a clear night and stars where sparking brightly in the sky... Some stars had fallen into the giant sea… The westerly winds brought the heavenly smells from distance and Ashwin in his tranquility was enjoying the aura of stupendous Arabian Sea. It was 10’o clock and he had already relinquished the idea to go for dinner with his friends. As he fills his sacs with heavenly air, he feels proud. His company is now a 50 million company in just two years of its inception. But still something seems to be lacking. He had seen whole life in these two years. He is well known face in business fraternity of India but there is a sad heart beneath these proud lungs. He lost his children and wife in a car accident one year back.

He thinks why his most loved ones have left him. Why is there nobody whom he can go to at the end of the day and complain about life? But the cool breeze settles his raging mind. His family is somewhere near him and he feels comfort and the sleep overtakes him.

A silhouette appears on the horizon. It wakes him up…

‘Anj…. Anjali… where were you... I missed you so much in these years… Where are kids? You all come back…’

‘Ashwin… its not possible to comeback…I miss you too... but remember I am always with you, whatever may come. Please don’t curse life… It will not help your journey...
God told me the purpose of your life, and I am happy to see you going on that path. I was not a part of your journey. You had to cover the journey alone and at the end of this journey you will find me waiting for you. This is how it works in this world. God made the world like this. It’s a discovery and you have to find and return back to the almighty kingdom with what you were asked to find out. Let not the earthly pleasures make you forget the purpose, because then we will never meet again. I will take care of your kids’

The waves rose and took away Anjali to the sea. Ashwin walked back to his hotel, determined to fight the world for his wife and kids.


All of us have a philosophical side and we should let this talk. We all are born with our feet grounded to earth. But there are winds that blow our feet from the ground, a wind of emotional turbulence, financial crisis, failure in workplace, a love for a women that was never yours...let your dream talk….this will help you stay grounded.

Senario 2:


Ashwin was looking into those eyes for truth. They were full of remorse too.

"That is not I meant to do"
"It doesn't make a difference now, Tannu"
"Can we still be friends?"
"No"
"You are being cruel"
"I am a wise man now"
"You are out of your character, Ashwin"
"I advise you to get used to that. This world has surprises for you every minute."
"I don't need your bullshit advices. Keep that to yourself"

Now this was another shade of character of hers. Ashwin never saw her so aggressive.

"Cool down Tannu"

She looked deep into Ashwin and then held the cross she was wearing in her left hand tightly, and released all her aggression with a sigh. She looked more composed now. She took the glass of red wine in her hand, and her red nails disappeared in the in the shiny red background. She looked deep into the glass and kept staring in the glass as if to gather some strength from the red colors. She lifted her face and at that moment Ashwin saw love for him in her watered eyes.

"Ashwin..... huh..mm..Ashu please try to understand me. I never left you. You were always in my mind. But I can't really tell you the reason... Ashwin..I know I behaved badly with you. My behavior was incongruent to your expectations, I have lost the fidelity.... but...huh... can u give me a chance."

Ashwin took her beautiful hands... the hands which he thought of holding for life time... now felt so helpless.

"Tannu... I don't want to know. I guess love between you and me is incontrovertible. I have come a long way from the day you left me. I can't return back."

"I need you Ashu...please consider me one more time. I beg you."

He remembered the day when he implored to her to save their love. He needed her so much at that moment, He thought he cannot live without her and she left him without saying a thing. He was in consternation and it took him two weeks to collect himself. And now here she is begging in front of him for a thing he cannot give. He squirmed, because he still cared for her. But Life is irreversible.

"Ashu, you know what. I came here with a belief that I will find the same you, I left 2 years ago. I have taken long to realize that I can't really forget you, but I am back Ashu. I cannot forget you till the end of this world... aah... I wonder what has happened to you. You look so indifferent, so much different... or you are doing this to me only"

He wondered, is he really indifferent. Certainly no, Tanya Joseph has a lasting effect on his life. His memories with her will always be with him. Can really some one be unaffected by the person he loves. He still loves her. But equations are different now. He cannot take her into his world. He doesn't want to spend more time with her. He feared he will fall for it. He had to leave then.

"I have to go, Tannu. You find someone else. I cannot take you with me, but I would like to congratulate you for what you did to me 2 years back. This was long pending... I must say it now... Congratulations tannu.. You negotiated me well."

He rose from my desk leaving her hand to rest them on the table. He kissed her cheeks for the last time and turned away from her. He doesn’t know if he had hard feelings for her. He still had questions, he wanted to ask her, he wanted to know, why she left him but he still wanted to take care of her and ironically this was the reason, he left her at that moment. As he walked on the beautifully laid carpet in the restaurant, he felt he should go back to her. Tell her how much he loved her. It doesn't matter him a bit, what she did to him. He doesn't care for questions, or turn back to see her one last time. He closed his eyes and he saw her silhouette.... she was an angel... with white light in the backdrop... in a beautiful wedding gown...her arms spread... asking him to come to her... he opened his eyes and he was out of the restaurant.

Ashwin may now be a gangster, he cannot take her back. He knows what luggage to carry in his life. We should not repent on the things that we cannot control coz’ they had to happen that way. But it’s on us what we take from the chapters of life and carry forward.

I think Ashwin taught us a lot.
This is the end of this blog. I hope you all will like to keep me in contact even when I am not in Wipro.

Thanks for your support all through and patient reading!!!

JC-Season

This has been a season for job-changes. More and more people I know are looking for a new job, all with different aspirations and motivation and all for different reasons. Some have been successful but for others success is still a motivation.

I have been to a couple of interviews and I don’t have very pleasant memories of them. Well being in a city like Bangalore is in itself means that you have to raise your standards. Though IT and ITES companies have been mushrooming here like anything, so has been the engineers and the competition is fierce. You have to give your best shot to make it. I have been wondering about some ways or rather some guidelines that could maneuver your way into your dream company. What I see, these interviews are a stage where you have to perform and sell yourself. I have always preferred the KISS(Keep it Simple Stupid) strategy and it is indeed the most successful strategy. Wondered why engineers still prefer UNIX over Windows? Well let me put these into ways, which you can relate to:

AB is not everyone’s dad: Well Java tells us what inheritance is. But every class cannot be a child class of one parent and not everybody can be Amitabh’s son. This inheritance is definitely one of the easiest ways to success and definitely not to sustain it. You are placed in the best of showrooms and you will be sold easily for a good price but ultimately you have to perform in the market to retain and sustain. But ..... dad !!!! uh… its all in X and Y..

You will sell if you are Britney’s Underwear: You might have been bought from any ordinary shop but…. dude you are Britney’s underwear… you will sell good…that is branding. Your chances of getting a very good job depend on the college you have studied from. You will get the impunity because you are branded. But there is a difference between Britney’s underwear and being from a good college. Your destiny may make you Britney’s but only hard work will make you IITian. The point here is branding.

But AB was not born AB: This is where I am and most of you will be. I was watching one the movie ‘RONIN’….. It said ‘Money is in heart’.…you gotcha dream big…..dreams are indeed the best motivation... it happened with me but abnormally a larger number of times I would say….I have failed….so would have you… but that’s the way to success…I have a disease ….a disease that helps me…. I am everoptimistic …my optimism is rhododendrons…… The best person I can lookup to is Steve Jobs…… indeed …. You can only join the points backwards….
But how will your dream and optimism sell you…. Well the baseline to sell yourself is knowledge…. Study and study hard…. And travel and travel hard….. these are the best ways to increase your knowledge.. first travel and second books…now how to travel dude… simple Google it boss… got the point?? And where to read…. Ofcourse ….google it boss…your dream will tell you … where to travel and what to read and optimism will improve your memory….. you will retain the knowledge ever……

Will before signing out….. KISSes for you.. you know your strong point….stick to it.. and thank GOD!!! I am waiting for the party…

Height of Idle-ism!!!!

Idle-ism has been a religion (I call this religion because this has been rather a way of life) that I have been practicing for the last 2 weeks and the time seems to be punitive as it passes by. Well no real work for last so many days, time to catch up with old friends but they appear nowhere in horizon, maybe I am oblivion now…. Hmm… no no …. They are busy with themselves….okie so what to do … another blog… okie… this is surreptitious … I am at my desk… I am adding on to my competency dear manager (not really)

Well writing for a time pass is a rather a tough job… thoughts are not spontaneous and I don’t have a point to tell and moreover I feel my blogs are esoteric. My friends ask me why do you always talk about relationships, feelings, why do I always think… am I in a trance always… am I musing always… well so I thought about writing about sex … RAW sex …hmmm….. okie not right now …. i think there is still no censor board for Blogs… let it come … I will deliver.

Well so for the time being ….. a story …. Story about boozing chaps … not again …. Okie BMW(bear me with)

It was 13 January, the moon was beautiful….the sky was continuously winking at our earth… it was Lohiri and we were clebrating … no fire … no gannas …. But we were celebrating … 5 full RS, Kebabs, Chicken, surrounded by my lovely friends…

“Soda or Sprite, Aditya?” asked one of my friend..
“Sprite” was the answer…
And we raised the toast(not really!!!)

As we drenched our foodpipe (I wonder why only foodpipe!!!) with the liquor… the environment changed to suite the occasion…we declared the war on our weak brain cells … the belief….. elitist!!!

“You know something guys!! Sid is changing… He is not talking to us these days… He don’t have time for us… Sid I didn’t thought that you are like this…… well …. Saare mard ek se hote hain”… oh bunty… this was the first time I heard this from a male species….

“Why are all the mards same? You are being hypocrite” shukla said

“Why not? Look at history. Men have fought war for women… once twiceeee….. so many times….they are not changing … they all are same” reasoned bunty…

I thought will sid be reason for a new revolution… a new renaissance… a new world….. bunty was seriously disguised as neo … the neo who will see all the codes … who will break the MATRIX…..MATRIX created bye eve…. All the female species are agents…..

But on a serious note I have always wondered why did God made the world like this…. Or for those who don’t believe in God … why has the world evolved like this… There could have been a various other possibilities….

Homo sapiens were unisexual…
Or man woman just reproduce… COB that’s it

But why such way….. is it the best way the world can be? Whatever … it is seriously tough to draw a logical conclusion on this issue… this is incontrovertible… I think so… I leave this to you…

Yes we were winning ….. we were killing our slow brain cells ….. the thoughts were fast.. spontaneous.. logics that will rewrite many principles…. Principles that will change property…..
And one day you will see water boiling a 0 deg Celsius… at normal atmospheric pressures…..
God you must have consulted these guys… before you wrote your principles…

“The life is cruel.. it is a paradox…. Why can’t it be same always…. Why we meet people… and why they go away……but you know guys … I feel this more after I did my engineering and I got out to work… you this 20 sth crisis ….. I hate being in 20s sometimes”… amit sounded hurt…. Hurt by life….

“Amit, the life is yours and you are responsible for your lives. Either you take it in your hand or give it to others to make or break. I will always say… have control on your lives … take it where you want it to be…. Be a master of life and don’t let it be your master…. See I will tell you something…… those guys who talk about Art called living… doesn’t really realize life is too specific to be general… you cannot define a law for life and apply it to whole civilization. Life comes to you in a different way than it comes to me. It will give you options different than mine… but the option that follows … depends on the option that you take a given point of time… EK OPTION JINDAGI BADAL SAKTI HAI”. Khanna has always been a philosophical sort and khanna seemed to greater in stature than SRK … hosting KBC (Kaun Banega Ch*****)… and Mr. Amit in his hotseat…..

Well as we boozed thro’ the night… many more revolution were taking birth……
Rest in Raj comics in nxt series

Till then … Aditya signing off….. you make your own conclusions….

Hail!!! Self Help Groups

Ever since I have landed up in Bangalore I have been trying to find the meaning from everything that I see around me, I guess this is because I am always surrounded by lunatic guys, who dreams of their own world. Weekends have always been a real experience; I truly venerate the beating of the hearts around me, when we sit down and booze. In Paulo Cheolo words we are the self-help groups- the Alcoholics anonymous. I find our feelings are so similar, when we talk about the things we normally would fear to reveal, when we are in our so called senses. The incomprehensible emotions of the normal man, takes forms of words and sentences when we are in a state that would appear to be rather amusing and ludicrous to senseful souls. I experienced the same thing when I was Seoul, drinking wine in the pub, full of apprehensions about the flavor of human souls there.

I was in the pub with one of my blokes in a Bar, savoring vodka and enjoying the aura of the aphrodisiac atmosphere. With lovely gals around, wearing 'so near yet so far' kind dresses, and serving you with the best kind of decency I have ever seen. A few minutes later, a young girl dressed in a shiny red starched skirt came and sat with us, smiling as if she know my profound feelings, which I thought were only for me to know. The easiness, with which she was talking, the words sprouting from her lips and gestures of her massacred eyes, implored me to share my intimate things with her.

'Where are you from?'
'India'
'Aaha! That's a nice place, I have heard'
'Yeah! it is'
'How do you find Seoul?'
'Its nice, clean city'

I feared, my not so complete answers might put her off, but my colleague was skilled enough to make up for my answers.

'The girls are pretty here' said he.
'Oh! What about in India?'
'They are fine, but not as open up as they are here'

I completely disagreed with my colleague. We have our set of traditions and values that are rooted in us when we grow up. We are different culture after all, what is waste there, is opportunity here, what is taboo here, is looked up there, what is being open up there crosses the sensibilities here.

'What's your name?'
'Aditya'
'What's yours?'
'Anna'
'You have girlfriend?'
'No, I don't'
'We can't have girlfriends as easily as we can have in this part of the world' my friend interrupted.
'Aaha! Is it, but why?'
'Sorry! I am still looking for the answer'
'How about a Korean girlfriend?'
'That would be nice for you, Aditya' said my colleague 'Abe isi ko try kar na'

I guess human beings in this world are bound by images, and we try not to disturb these images. This prevents us from saying the things, we would like to say, and from getting the things we desire most. But this lady was an exception, or rather being in such kind of business, she had seen enough of people to form a constant image that a person would fit into. Free of prejudices, free of images, free of conclusions. During our conversation, I never found her reaching to a conclusion either about India, that we represented there or about us in particular.

We were tempted, and I in particular to go to the same place, for all the days we were in Seoul. I wonder what force, binds people with different tastes, different sets of beliefs. Why we form relations, why they break. As one of my friend said: "Communication is the best way to from a relationship, to continue it and to break it. Still people prefer to walk away from relations, without saying a thing, or giving you a reason". However man has always been able to console himself, find reasons for him, though some questions are destined to be unanswered, and I guess we must be brave enough to accept things as they are. And we are brave sometimes as we don't have any other option.

All the times I sat in the bar, I remembered the self-help group back in India. The fearless, brave souls on the earth, who can talk about anything on this earth, about their weird fantasy of fornicating the sexiest bodies on the earth under the consent of the king, about embarrassing moments, about love, about love lost, about masochistic feelings or anything weird on this earth. And all the time I felt that the emotions of the humans akin to the same source.

All humans are same guys!!! Same blood, same bones, same flesh...
Things and thought like this relaxes your jaded nerves... makes you feel you are not alone on earth....isn't it guys....

Break The Rules

Oh! what the earth is turning into...
a torrid land, a mortified soul.....
the super species is enterprising....
in blind pursuit of its abominable goals....

I am old now....my life is ephemeral...
and at this point of life....
I squirm with incompleteness....
I lost the fidelity, I lost the metal...

My journey!! tantamount to nothing....
I killed my dreams..My success incongruent....
The world!!a stilettos....that tear your soul apart..
I see my dreams, flying away in the air so thin...

I want to redefine the dogma...
but I can't maneuver my soul...
I don't have courage, I have lost the hope..
Man!! Break the rules...to you I implore...

Wretched Soul!!!!

Tere daman pe khoon ke katre kis ke hain...
Tere lab par naam kis ka tha.....
teri haseen aankhon pe maine dekha hai wo manjaar....
jab mere ishq ki rumaani tere husn ko nikharti thi....
aur aaj mujhse poochti ho, ki tum kaun ho...
bhool gayi, jab ladkhadati thi, to wo hath kis ka tha....

Second chance

Guys...
The greatest blunder one can do is being honest.....
The earth looks round but acctually is not.....
If your instinct cheats you....
don't give it a second chance.....
but don't stop keeping the faith....

Sincere advise from me:)