Kya socha hai career ke baare main?????

Career such a heavy topic.................What are the plans for your career??......................Where do you want to see yourself 5 years down the line???......................I am not enjoying the work I am doing???......................I am not able to follow my passions....Kya hoga mera??............Career i guess is much tougher to pronounce than commitment(yes wohi wala commitment)

Well never had planned to write about such a heavy topic....But today the situation, circumstances, and people around me forced me to think and write......The morning I woke and glanced through the Newspaper I saw a article whose title read.."Today's youngsters are more stressed thinking about their career than they were 10 years back".......A question tossed into my mind as to why was this so??...A few hours later i had a chat with one of my sweet old friend who had something same to discuss with me. Although she was doing awesome in her MBA college at of the end she gets bogged thinking of a question as "Why am I doing all this??" And to add all this I attended a session in my company which addressed the topic Career Development-Do's and Dont's.....All this really made me think.

When you ask anybody starting from ppl who have 30 yrs of experience to the one who has just 30 days of experience you will find everyone has something to share. I did this , I did that , I took a risk Look where I am today and what not. I worked hard, I was adaptive I had to fight for things ...... I was from a poor family, I started my work from 1000 bucks ....and a hell lot of thinks. This has always wondered me what does success mean?...............I heard one of the speakers in the session say "Look I am pretty successful"...Listening to so many people so many experiences --reading so many books watching so many inspirational movies.....More than enrichment it has confused me. What is this **** thing called success??????Is success a relative term?....................

Success for me means a very very different thing from what it means to you. Then how can success be defined. How can anybody tell u how to succeed. If some one tells he is explaining his way of getting success and his intention of success not yours...

How can one person who is himself different from the other in so many ways give us Gyaan as to what is takes to make a good career, what is like attaining success. Every person is different - Every person thinks differently then how can one brag about saying that this is what you should be doing. Why am i asked to be adaptive? If Bill Gates had thought to be adaptive he would not have reached where he is today. That doesnt mean to say that not being adaptive will make you Bill Gates. There are many who drop school and start something...Not all have become Chairman of company as big as Microsoft. ..................Let me not confuse you more - - Let me come to my point....................But again with caution that what i present is what i Think and will follow. Might be completely/partially right/wrong for U...Here i go...........

How to build a career is such a personalized question that none can answer you. If there was a straight jacket principle then there would not have been a single sad soul. When we ask some one as to "this is what i think i should be doing....Am i rite? " By this you are not selling your idea rather you are buying his . If he says you are right then you are. People may fight saying that he has lots of experience. What is experience ???? His experience has been in his circumstances, his surroundings.... If you go and ask Ian chappel how to win a cricket match...he might tell you the basics of cricket but cant teach you how to win. Thats the same everywhere.....Its you who can think......Its you who needs to decide ...... Its you who can take a decision...Thats where individuality comes into picture............

We need to sell our ideas not become a buyer....and join the crowd. Someone has rightly said that 99% of the people are reasonable but remaining 1 % are unreasonable and this is the 1% who decide our tomorrow. .................................................

The crux of this article is that i believe no one can tell you do to do this or that in your career....analyze what you are? who you are and what would give you maximum happiness.....make some trade-offs if required do what ever you want to but the final decision has to come from your side...You are You and non can replace your thoughts forget replace none can even aid you in thinking. . . . .

So next time before thinking to meet someone and ask him suggestions to improve your career or a decision for the future think twice....Do not loose your indentity. Dont become a slave of other thoughts...

RC(the serious and intellectual side)

My Callege Daysssss" "Bho..Bho..:(

I am sure you might be thinking that this rat ass does not know the spelling of college...He he he..actually in south india they call college as callege just as they call Preeti as Preethhhhhi( poor girl...all coming to south India should please change their names if you think it can be prounced badly)....

Presenting my college days--

Note-----All characters in this blog are fictious and they do not resemble any characters dead or alive. Even they dont resemble any from my sweet college.

Guys and Gaaaaaaaaaaaalzz please dont think there is only fun, masti love stories etc in IIT( Just Becauz chetan bhagat has told it)...........even we had all of it....its only that our Chetan Bhagat was toooo lazy to write a book...(issiliye blog likh raha hoon.....ha ha ha .....u must be thinking saale apne aap ko chetan bahgat samaj raha hai..dumb ass)


For all those readers of this article who do not know me.....(I am sure there wont be any reader who doesnt know me....why on earth would someone who doesnt know me read this bakwaas article)...I am from JIIT, Noida and what is to follow are some of my sweet good days of life.

Seriosuly those were ohhhhhhhsommmmmmeeeeee days..bole toh mamu....bindaas days. Those were the times when you know someone's pulling your legs, someone's playing a game(not that game u dirty minds..cheeee gaande bache) behind you (mere saath toh bahut hua hai yeh sab..bho...bho....) but still u tend to like it. Just the opposite of what it is at corporate. Here in corporate even if a person tries to be good you keep thinking lagta ye **** marega ..itna accha kyon ban raha hai.....What a tragedy?....... Please I want back those days...Say at along with me..GOD Give us back those days.

There is so much to write about my college..saala pata hi nahin chal raha hai kahan se shuru karoon.......Chalo let me describe you one day in JIIT.(Offcourse this is not a holiday waarna kuch likhne ko hi nahin hota sab toh sote rehte and yell karte rehte bhook bhook(in english its called hunger-one for which India is famous for...remember "Hungry Indians")......

Lets take a Wednesday(aab dont ask why i have chosen wednesday...baas mann kiya)......Tring Tring Tring Tring rings the alarm(rhythemic naa bano..its not a poem)..then a lazy tired hand rises rises rises and switches the alarm off...tired issiliye because the poor soul played Counter Strike{girls-Counter strike is a computer game where you have the power to kill anybody...saamne wale ke pass bhi wohi powers hain...Sorry ladkiyon ko bolna padta hai...oyema they dont know what CS is) the whole night...Inter wing competition jo tha....But if you notice one thing never ever have i seen any soul sleeping without setting a alarm..(mama's boys listening to her instructions).. and and if you notice another thing when the alarm rings no one swiches it off..with total dedication they move the hour hand and give themeselves an another hour of sleep. But its a different thing that this movement of hour hand is done not once but many timesssss......Then comes the best part of boys hostel(i dont know about girls hostel ....never had a chance to see the galz so early in the morning..inside the hostel) all running to catch the bus of nature's call...Imagine 16 ppl and only 2 desks..(sit pots...)....poor man...donot even have the right to attend the call peacefully....(Pheepal please i am only referring to boys in this case because i have heard most of the galzz suffer from a bimari called constipation..he he he... I can see a smile in your face ..gilrs be brave start admitting)....Believe me if you wanna know about the happenings of the college then this is the best time and place...all discussions happen here....lot of discussions with the ones's inside the bus and others waiting for the bus....
Quote---" Abe suna hai.....a boy and a girl were caught in the rest room of Annapurna(our bhojan area--phirangi's --food place)doing something koon koon(siren as done in Doordarshan some one says F***)...Then comes the next question "KAUN KAUN"("WHO WHO")..." Unquote.. Seriously when you ask this question there is only one reply "x" told me, "y" told him, "z" and so on....Only witness or suraag they have is the rest room has been locked....Poor who would explain them that it has been closed because of the breakage of the shitpot.....Then you see all the other discussions like "kaas aaj XYZ teacher bimaar pad jaye...and even to the extent of mar jaye"...[Note- We boys dont gossip like gallllllllzzzzzzzzzz sitting near the staircase and God knows(I know but wont say) where all places and gossip---The talks we have are called Intellectual discussions] and amogst all these rumour mongers there were ppl who would be attending the morning lectures..(Rem our college starts from 9 AM and most of the days we had extra lectures at 8AM)..It was for these ppl that me along with hunderds had no attendance shortage...

Then after so much of fight to get into the bus(rem my reference to bus is the toilet)...and then Body purification(dont think i am referring to bathing.....woh toh hafte me ek baar...)..In boys hostel body purification refers to the sole deo-spray (sole kyon ki one has brought it and is used by the whole wing).....there is a mad rush for breakfast....(Seriously breakfast was one thing in JIIT which you cant dare to miss)...One because thats the best meal prepared by the mess staff and secondly after the whole night of starving(I dont consider the food eaten by stealing from others almirah and eating maggi prepared by candle's heat as food)..break-fast is necessary...Please dont think that by this time the hostel would be empty...its becauz there would be many other souls who would not even dare to switch off their alarms...(saale ghoode bech ke soote hain).....Dekha there was so much to write just from wake up to breakfast...(poor readers....)..... Now you know why I choose wednesday because thats the day I used to have my breakfast(Reason nahin bataunga...)......And those intellectual talks rem i was telling u earlier doesnt stop..It carries the whole day. Even during the breakfast you have comments coming from the table.."Uss ladki ko dekho pata nahin kya samajti hai aapne aap ko..Baan ke to aise aati hai jaise Miss.Universe ho...Its a different story altogether that you will find the same guy roaming around during the post dinner walks...and even in the khopchazz(Specific areas ergonomically and environment friendly way designed by the construction department for proper usage by the two souls(of different sex...please gaanda mat socho..just for intellectual discussions)......Readers I have omitted all the stuff which used to be discussed in the breakfast (kya karoon maa behen bhi toh padti hain yeh article... ) ...After the breakfast most of used to head back to the hostel offcourse after visiting the temple( Can anyone tell me why was it built just infront of the girls hostel..Dont tell me ki only available place was that)....And remaining few who had little motivation headed to the college. Some on the way lost their way into LRC- college authorities call it Learning Resource Centre but basically it was a Love and Romance Centre.............And out of the remaining some enter the gyaan sthan or the lecture hall.

IITians say their least memorable events were inside the classrooms but I feel for our JIIT there are a lot of memorable non fading moments. Every Lecturer/Professor was ultimate. Lecture period was seriosuly a happy time.......You can listen to the famous Amir Khan's dialogue "PAANCH" being shouted from the back to a lecture room where ring tones are played in a queue and paper planes flown from corner to the other. I am sure by now you people might have guessed their names..But please keep it to yourself..Lets not call any more trouble. Then there was another who could narrate his stories of USA to Istanbul....GOD knows who used to issue him so many visas. I am sure if you ask him for the story for the second time he would fumble.

Oops there is so much to say but now we have the lunch break....So we have to rush to the Annapurna. For many Annapurna was Guptaji paratha. I am sure if he starts selling parathas at a huge scale one day he would beat Sanjeev kapoor's reputation one day.

Readers I have still not introduced you all to our fellow day scholars who used to come from Shipra and other places as they usually arrive after the lunch period.....

So now go have your lunch and let me wait for your comments to write Callege days part-2. If you rem some phhaannnny story or memory of the college drop in the comment. I will incorporate in the next article.

Welcome to Bengalooruuuuuuu(..stop the u's when you feel its enough)

Before i begin my journey from no-where to Bangalooruu I would want to tell all those who are not aware(DD news nahin dekhte kya??) that Bangalore has
changed its name...(Dont think this will help lessen traffic jams..)..
Someone has rightly said if you throw a stone in the roads of bangalore(when it was said the name was not changed) it will either hit a Software Engineer or
a dog(probability is high that it will hit a Software Engineer..BMC is doing good in terms of catching dogs).
Pheepaaaal this is my first blog and please i am no IIM guy so that u expect some gyaan for cracking CAT( poor CAT gets *ucked every year by so many) in this
blog. These are simple words and expressions straight from my heart(maa kasam filmy hai)..........................................And For your information
ialso not from the league of Chetan Bhagat(IITian)..(Lay stress on "not" while you speak it loud.)
Like any other Btech graduate after completion I landed in Bangalore(The name hadnt changed even at that time). I am not sure if landed is the right word
actually i came by train..Hey my company did promise me travel allowances but pata nahin kyon train se hi aane ka man kiya. Got down at one of the most
wonderful( I know this is wrong english) stations...poor Gandhi is not there to witness such a wonderful station. Its called Yeshwantapur Kasam se its in
Bangalooruuu only. Walking out of the station with head held high (lag raha tha sab kahenge sir aap woh hi ho jo MNC me naukri karne jaa rahe ho).but nothing
happended like that. I was welcomed to Bangalore with a dozen of French ahh..Spanish speaking Auto walas.(I am still not sure if its spanish....what ever it
is i dont understand their language. The indian form of Spanish is Kanada)..............Please Dont tell anybody but i had told my mom that there would be a
chauffer driven car waiting for me with the driver holding a placard with my name written on it. Of all the auto walah's i chose the one who asked for the
maximum price..after all i was going to be a self dependent rich earning guy(But how far this came true is still a question????)
Going past the beautiful roads i was eager to see where both sides of the roads would be covered by tall building with DELL, HP , Microsoft boards-But i
could not find one. After may be travelling for a few millimetres came the best part of Bangalore. The auto halted stopped for a few minutes (around 30
mins..they call it few here). With much difficulty i could ask the auto wallah the question. Bhaiya Kya hua??...Then came the prompt answer from him "Sir
Welcome to Bangalooruuuuu"...Auto walah are really educated here they even know English. Pata nahin yeh sach hai ya nahin someone told me that most of the
Auto wallah's here are Software Engineers.(part time kar rahe hain..seriously bahut kam paisa deti hai yeh companies). It was a big big big big traffic
jam...With much of difficulty we could come out of it. The one thing i really liked about Bangalore was its weather...awesome man it was mid of June and i
did not feel it was. May be i had come from Delhi issiliye acha lag raha tha.I stopped my auto in between and went to a Restaurant called Ananda Sagar. I was
desperate to take a filter coffe which i had heard a lot about. At the hotel along with the coffee i thought of going for a Dosa. The waiter asked me sir
dosa ke saath kya lenge .........Chicken??? Gosh how on earth can you have chicken and dosa? Anyway after this gamble i went out and asking the auto wallah
not to stop anywhere i went straight to the guest house(hey my compaaaany had provided me this), I had told my sweet mom that i would be staying in Taj.Ha Ha
Ha Ha...
This blog is there to stay. There are many more of katiss's in my Bangaloorruu( For all those who do not whats katiss is its kat gaya in hindi or cheated in
Phiraang) but i have to put a Stop Maadi(for all those dumbos who do not know what Maadi is this one is for you- Maadi means "karo" and for my those firaangi
frnds maadi means "do". all this is not spanish its simple kananda). Maadi has become such a common word that i have started using at everywhere even though
it doesnt fit like office maadi...only GOD knows how can you do a office?..
Before i sign off let me tell u your posts/comments are going to take me forward. Please bhai log aur katiss mat karwao mere life me.Post karo so that i can
write more articles. Enough for now.
So this is RC signing off Welcome to Bangalorruuuuuuuuuuuuu Maadi......
PS:- The next article is about Sambhar and how sambhaaaaar can enrich your life.

Can ice-cream be fried????

..................COMING SOON................

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