April 28, 2006

Bring children to Work




This topic is not a critic of child labor. Its not even about Child protection. This topic goes beyond. It concentrates on a very subtle topic -- a unique concept --> To expose children to work environment.


Dont know how many you know of this concept; so excuse me of dealing this topic at a very preliminary level. Here the story unravels.........


Come friday and there is weekend mood. I work on the 37th floor of One Bell Center, arguably the tallest building in Saint Louis. Malay, my project mate, and I are the only two guys in my section of the floor. We surely enjoy the attention from women around. :-)

Well well.. where there are women, there is always gossip and giggling. And Friday brings out even more jubiliation and gossips around. Well, to say that Americans are loud will be an understatement ! Ahh.. we are deviating from the topic.. come back..

hmm.. so a beautiful afternoon coupled with the sweet smell of weekend.. wow.. suddenly, I hear an unfamiliar voice.. a girl's voice... or i shud say a kid.. Wat !! a kid in office.. kuch bhi.. It was another busy week for me and I wanted to finish my work quick so as to enjoy the weekend. So this giggle was easily ignored. :-)

Within 5 minutes, there was a tap on my left shoulder. I took off my headphones and turned one eighty degrees on my seat. i saw a Ghost --- nah.. ghost's dead and buried in my previous post. haha

Well.. to my surprise I saw a lovely kid wearing braces standing besides her mommy -- my colleague and friend, Cheryl Gipfel.

Cheryl introduced her to me. The girlie was Cheryl's daughter of 16. After a brief talk, the duo moved ahead for further introductions.

Now, why on earth did the girl come here.. here at work !! she better be at school or playing with her friends or watching TV or anything... why at office ! it did beat me for a moment.

Then I remembered seeing a poster, among many, near the elevator which said "Bring children to work !". A subtle concept, which doesnt strike at first sight, has a bigger practical theme behind it. The concept involves exposure of child to the real world at an early stage in his life. This exposure will bring the future real work life in front of him. He will know for a particular profession involves, not in depth but at least give a feel of the environment.

This concept on proper implementation should bring following distinct benefits:
1. Get child a good feel of environment
2. Validate one's likings and assumtions of a particular area of work.
3. Help child plan for the important years of graduation, which, arguably, will shape his/her life.
4. If not help him find area of liking; child can surely trace areas of dislike ! ;-)
5. Exposure to different types of people: Child can learn limited things when confined to scope of family or friends. This experience exposes the child to a diverse group of people.

I, as a child, dreamt to become a cop. As I grew, I read of corruption and lack of money unless sought under the table. My dislike to corruption, helped me move away from that dream. Hopping from one dream to another; finally to find a profession which was hot in market. At that stage, little did I know of a life of a soldier, a cop, a lawyer, a chef, an athelete or of software engineer.

To eye the bigger picture, tell me "How many people we know stick to the profession and make a career out of what they studied?" Not many!! Here, I wouldnt like to digress into "however good/bad our education system is and is responsible for it".

For bigger things at stake -- of change in profession after spending valuable Fifteen to Sixteen years of education living it; one would see the gravity of one's exposure to the real world help him, as a child, bring dream into reality.
A kid can plan his or her life as he want. Set goals for himself at a very early age. Perhaps, he wont get an opportunity to say, "I wud have been a better chef than a lawyer." ;o)

And i'd say.. kiddo .. "Live ur Dreams !"

A simple theme, making a world of difference. isnt it!

April 19, 2006

Long live our dead ghosts !

Long live our dead ghosts
Shekhar Gupta
Posted online: Saturday, April 08, 2006 at 0000 hrs
That’s the rallying cry of our two national parties as they ride quotas and yatras. Meanwhile, India waits


Arjun Singh, we are told by his fans in the Congress, possesses one sharp political brain. L.K. Advani, his disciples in the BJP would tell you, is a genuinely creative political strategist. The actions of both over the past week would strongly recommend that we seriously question these reputations. Or, perhaps, substitute the present tense for past. You could argue that both knew their politics and were greatly successful at it, in fact so successful that both came to within a missed heartbeat of becoming prime ministers. But now they’ve lost the plot. And so have their respective parties.

Like an old couple hoping to rediscover some spark of romance by spending their 50th wedding anniversary in the same place as their honeymoon, Advani and Arjun Singh are trying to recreate the “magic”, such as it was, of 1989 when that hopeless cliche, “mandal and kamandal”, hijacked our politics. India lost three full years, filled by such forgettable interregnums as V.P. Singh and Chandra Shekhar, just when the Cold War was ending, China and Russia were reforming, and the world was brimming with new ideas and opportunities. At that point, between Advani and V.P. Singh, a majority of Indians were persuaded to vote on the basis not of where their country should be headed, but of whether or not to build the temple — or, for or against OBC reservations in government jobs. Both will fail this time. Mandir and Hindutva is a cheque that the BJP has already encashed once and however much God may be partial to you, she hasn’t invented a cheque you could encash twice. To be fair to him, Advani, or Rajnath Singh in his wake (or should it be the other way around?), is not talking obviously of the temple. But the message is clear. It is to re-ignite the idea of Hindu nationalism.

Arjun Singh is more direct, first pushing for reservations in private institutions and now slicing away half of the IITs and IIMs for reserved quotas. But his desperate bid to re-invent himself as V.P. Singh Mark II will not benefit his party. It will damage it as much as V.P. Singh Mark I did. Given today’s messy politics nobody wants to vote against any idea of increasing reservations. But he will only succeed in destroying these great institutions by politicising them. To that extent he will be more successful than his predecessor, Murli Manohar Joshi. And just as Joshi did, he will also turn away the middle-class, upwardly mobile, even small-town and aspirational voter in disgust. Further, it will not impress the OBCs.


Most electoral hotspots of the country have OBC leaders of their own: Lalu and Nitish in Bihar, Mulayam in Uttar Pradesh. And mark my words, soon enough you will see the rise of another such, a strong OBC leader with regionally limited, but significant mass appeal cutting both ways, Mandal and kamandal, in Uma Bharati.

There is nothing personal about this confusion in the minds of both veteran leaders. They only reflect the demoralised, sterile minds of their respective parties. The BJP still can’t figure how it lost power, and worse, it does not have the patience to wait till 2009. Barring Vajpayee’s late dash in his last two years, with his creative foreign policy and some aggressive reform, the BJP’s rise in power marked the end of its political imagination. All the chintan baithaks have failed to produce one new idea, except to debate whether or not to go back to the old one: Hindutva.

The Congress is uneasy in the current arrangement, dragged by its ears, its nose rubbed in the ground on a daily basis by its Leftist “allies”. Its insecurity is now compounded as an entire medley of “third front” types conspire with the Left and hope to bury the hatchet soon enough in the Congress’s most expendable back after these assembly elections. If there is another national election this year, as well might be the case, provided the latest gang-up gathers strength , the Congress needs a slogan, a programme, an agenda that will counter the appeal of the Left, the Right, and the third front satraps. Unlike the BJP which at least has some loyal NDA allies, the Congress may have none except, maybe, Lalu and DMK. So what does its one-man brains trust do, but dust up an old divisive idea from fellow thakur, V.P. Singh.

IT is dangerous for India if its two largest parties, its only two national parties who even today share nearly 300 seats in Parliament and, in a twisted way, together represent the will of a vast majority, fall back on these outdated ideas just because they are short on intellect and imagination. In today’s India, you can no longer sway voters with talk of the past. That era ended in the winter of 2003. It was in that mini-general election that the voter, particularly in Hindi states, told you that he was now going to reward or punish you entirely based on your performance. So while the Congress governments were defeated in Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh and Chhattisgarh, the voter defied anti-incumbency to re-elect Sheila Dikshit in Delhi because he thought she had performed. That this was no isolated shift and that this new mood also cut into the Mandalised heartland, became evident in Bihar where the voter stormed out of the ossified caste-based trenches to vote Lalu-Rabri out. And what is the slogan that Nitish Kumar used? More reservations? Temples? Special treatment? None of the above. I heard him speak at rallies countering Lalu’s favourite war cry of empowerment to the downtrodden: apni laathi ko tel pilao (season your sticks with oil). Nitish was telling his voters, forget the laathi now, it will not bring you any equality, nor take your children to a better future.” Laathi ko tel nahin, kalam ko syahi pilane ka samay hai (don’t soak your lathi in oil, time has come to fill your pens with ink),” he said, because it is education and knowledge that will bring you equality. I know a dozen political pundits, experts on fine caste divisions, exponents of AJGAR, MAJGAR, KHAM, MY, all kinds of dreadful acronyms representing caste combinations, laughing at Nitish then. But who had the last laugh? The BJP was a very grateful collateral beneficiary.

That is the lesson both national parties have to learn. This India is waiting for somebody who will give them an idea, a dream, even a slogan, a better future as Indians, not as Muslims or Brahmins, or Yadavs or Dalits. The politics of division, where you voted not for your and your children’s future, but against somebody who did something to your ancestors, is now over. Elections between 2003 and ’05 have shown the politics of blood feuds is now dying. The Congress has to remember nearly 40 per cent of Indians who vote in 2009 would have been born after Indira Gandhi’s assassination. And the BJP, that 30 per cent would have been born after Bofors broke, and nearly 20 per cent after the Mandir-Mandal movements of 1989.

So here is a suggestion for each side. Can the Congress tell Arjun Singh to get off the reservation horse and get on the equality wagon by promising, instead, to build ten Kendriya Vidyalayas and Navodaya Vidyalayas, one of the greatest contributions of Rajiv Gandhi to India’s future, in every state? That will do more to bridge the Bharat-India gap than any increased reservations anywhere. And could the BJP please get its chief ministers to focus on governance? Out of sheer cussedness it delayed implementing VAT in its states for a year, losing additional revenues that would have built more roads and schools and would have been encashable in votes in 2008 as well as ’9. Will it ask its chief minister in Madhya Pradesh why his state is lagging so far behind in acquiring land for the National Highway Programme corridors passing through it? What will he tell the voter in 2008/09 — that he will now build them a temple at Ayodhya instead?

There is no percentage in this politics for either national party. If they still divide the votebanks, then they better accept the inevitability of a charismatic indigenous leader taking these away, just as Lalu, Mulayam and Nitish have done with Muslims and backwards, Mayawati with the Dalits and Pawar with the Marathas. National parties, by definition, cannot fight small guerrilla skirmishes and win. They should, instead, be consolidating it all on one big battlefront where bit players can’t divide and rule through the leverage 30, 20, even five MPs in a permanent coalition situation. If the respective Chanakyas and Machiavellis of both parties are incapable of figuring this, they can go on with a private little war of their own while they cede real power to the motley third front-ists, with the Left having the most delicious option of going with the winner.

April 18, 2006

Locked Out in Cold... goof up

After the good long admiration of nature and the lovely cold morning, I realized that it was too cold a morning.. I plannned to go inside the warm comfort of home.. Opened the latch.. ooops it wudnt open !

I remember pulling the door as the wind blowing might have tickled my friends sleeping inside.

Oh god.. is this smthing automatic.. may be!! The house wasn't at a great height.. May be this was the facility to keep robber away.. i thought ..

But I didnt even know.. US or for that matter, this area had theives.. The cold was unbearable..
Luckily, the balcony had a window facing our bedroom. I tried to stay put and not wake Malay.. not on my first day here.. Five minutes and I gave up. I knocked the window of the bedroom gently..

I was lucky that Malay didnt sleep deep.. Phew.. got in.. finally.. now this entire thing had gone into my head.. tired physically and mentally now.. I slept for two hours before heading for my first day @ SBC office.. One SBC Centre !

Well.. the story doesnt end here.. Evening I found that there was no system here to automatically keep thieves out ! Then how did I get locked out.. Well to my surprise, when I was enjoying the beauty outside.. the slit of space open from the almost closed balcony door woke up Sanjay (another roomie).. He gladly woke up .. and in sleep gleefully locked the door and went back to sleep... ggrrrrr.. haha...

Toh aisi rahi hamari pehli subah.. Poori filmi.. haha.. Cheers.. :-)

US - First Dawn

My first night in the land of plenty; sleep was something that was found missing for me !
I was tired after the looooong airborne journey. Enthu was high... but i had office the next day..
My colleague to be, who also happens to be my ex-project, and now who is a close friend came to St Louis's Lambard Airport to receive me.

After the introduction ceremony by my pal, Malay, with other roomies Sanjay and Arun, and light meal I called it a day.
12.30 it was, i remember faintly, when i dozzed off. Middle of night... 3.30 I wake up.. then I just cant get sleep.
Tried hard.. tomorrow is office baby... goto sleep.. but all in vain..
After a long try, rolling in bed, I decided to make some fruitful use of the time. woke up.. attended to nature's call -- after all it was post lunch time back in India... bbbburp.. hehe
Then I took bath, had a nice clean shave... man it was 5.30 am.. still wide awake !! pheww..
I decided to wait till break of dawn..
At 5.50 am, the beautiful dawn broke .. my first dawn in US.. I took small steps into the balcony.. it was freezing therewith wind blowing..

I am sure it must have been 34-35F (2-3C).. I had worn my jacket and my boxer shorts... still the cold was lil too much for this tropical breed.. I was an awesome experience waking up to brace the first morning with a smile.

The world was still asleep.
Far away, I saw the highway guzzling with cars.... but the neighborhood.. The South Moore Hills was silent.. birds chirping as if to tell me "spring was on the cards".. a pair of ducks were enjoying their morning walk in the lawn besides the basketball and tennis court.. aweeeeeessssssssome.. :-)

This morning.. will be on my mind for more than its serene beauty.. thats me being locked out in the cold balcony...
for that will come in the next post... take care .. bbye

US travel -- Pre-departure


Jindagi ke aise kitne din yaad hein... yeh shayad keh naa saku.. par yeh din .. yeh kuch pal meri aakhiri saason tak saath rahenge.. Fresh like a lily, vivid like an eel. I close my eyes ... place myself in a time machine...

Its Friday the 17th of March 2006. It took an entire day to finish the formalities of the upcoming onsite --- tickets, forex, H1 B Transfer Memorandum, and the laptop. I bid good bye to my long time infy buddies -- Arun, Shrek, Apps, Shweta. Final adieu to Infy, packing with me the lovely and some of the not so lovely memories with me. The chauffeur driven car was awaiting me and my chotu brother, Gaurav, moving towards home. God I cud hardly wait to reach home.

Thanks to the infy cab, we reached home and thus my mum-dad real quick.. the sparkle in my mom and dad's eyes is still vivid in my memory.. she was so excited, perhaps
even more than me. My first onsite trip was at the door-step ... and I never thought I wud say... lemme wait for another day..

Flight was on Sunday 19th March morning 0900 hrs.. The onsite trips here are so hectic as they leave little time to pack; spending time with family and friends was like business folks say "We are able to spend quality time with our beloved."

Words of wisdom from dad, last minute cooking tips and a lot of affection from mom, lot of assistance and love from younger brother, quality meetings with the mamas (all of them :-)) and family and phone calls from all my friends filled more excitment in the journey from India. My dear ones; Thank you for your lovely gifts.

Then came the last morning. With flight at 9.00 am, we have to check in around 3 hours before the flight. All the things were set, barely had few hours sleep and woke up at 0300 hours. We had booked a taxi and also pulled out our lovely Maruti. Subodh mama and Jayshree mami accompanied us foursome to airport. We reached airport before the outbreak of dawn.

This morning marked me entering a new league. Nothing had changed, just the experience from now on will be adding new dimension to my learnings. I remember this fun-filled, thrilling feeling .. and this was not the first time I felt it. Couple of years ago, I had felt similar transition, similar vibrance -- then it was when I was on my to Pune -- when I joined Infy.

Indeed, the journey at Infy has been exciting to say the least. Loads of learnings, made few lifetime buddies, lovely mentors, some of the best times of my life and some of the not so good experiences too. Now, at this juncture of my life, I strongly feel the same vibrance. Still that fire burning, the same persistence; a lot matured now, with the same sparkle as when a kid. I am loving it !! ;-)

I remember distinctly every moment spent with family. Treasure these moments with me forever.

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