Are BRAMHINS good businessmen?

There are few questions pop up in mind like radio songs - repetitively and even though you don't like to listen it. My jiju has told me an interesting thing once. Very true observation by him. He says in his childhood he listened all most all BRAHMIN stories started with one line - "EK GARIB BRAMHIN HATO." (There was a poor BRAMHIN).

Since I am in to profession (almost 1 year and few days) I have been facing this question day in day out - "Are BRAMHINS good businessman?" I tell you I grown up seeing only two people running business - one is dad and second is grandpa. Transparency and integrity are two things I got in heredity from them and these are the only two pillars well accepted in all literature of my profession. I know the difference of profession and business but at the end of the day both have to cook and eat.

Profession is thrilling, fascinating and ever demanding. How to get a client, proposals, budgets, controls, collections, improvement in service, staffing, relation making and lot of aspects takes time to build. I keep saying to people profession is like your second wife but no less important. You need to give time to your profession to understand you and you to understand your profession. Isn't it happen with your wife? I am not married and no girlfriends so you better know.

I am tired of convincing people interacting with me in my profession that I am not running a business and running behind making lots of money. We professionals surely forget this big line of difference between both of them. Poor we are but then very difficult to be someone like Sachin! Never satisfied still ever happy! (Sorry I again have cricket or Bollywood buddies to talk about life) BRAMHINS are like him. For me, they never tried to make business even where they spent their life building such business. It doesn't mean they are not dreaming for Walksvagon or Ferrari at nights but they have their own way of making money. Money that comes with honesty and integrity.

Hope, someday even I can make a little money to answer this question.

The complete surrender

Peace,

love,

compass,

how strange we ask to those

who no nothing about them?

To priest,

police or

regime

you don't need to go.

Take a deep breath

and let your inner silence glow.

A thoughtless mind

and an ever seeking heart

let the life

knee down and bow.

AAJE TARI KHABAR MALI!

DIL MA BHINI BHINI SUGANDH CHE,
NE LAGNIO MARI BHINJATI MALI,
AANKHO NE NAVI CHANCHALTA MALI,
NE DHADKANO NI ZADAP TEJ MALI,
JO NE KONE KHABAR HATI PAN....
GHANA SAMAY PACHI AAJE TARI KHABAR MALI!

TU TO BHULI JAISE MANE
ANI MANE KHATRI HATI,
AM CHATA KEM AAJE
A SABHADATA DIL NE MUSKELI PADI?
TANE GAME CHE KOI
A JANI NE THODI AATURTA VADHI,
PAN PACHI JANYU KE A HU NATHI
TYARE MAN MA NISFALTA KHALI!

SAMAY NE PAN RAMAT KARVI GAME CHE,
KADACH MARI SATHE BAHU GAME CHE,
ATLE JA TO JONE,
KONE KHABAR HATI PAN....
GHANA SAMAY PACHI AAJE TARI KHABAR MALI!

The magic is back!

5.14am. My eyes were still watering and how can be Baroda live? I was going to receive a friend very close coming from Rajkot. I never knew the city of king would be ten times beautiful in early morning. How come I find? The new generation king is always found in bed till 8.30am.

Volvo has already arrived. Bus was like a giant devil and I was searching for the little 5.4 feat devil. I found him waiting for me. Undoubtedly, he was carrying his yellow colored magic SANDOOK which he was using through out our hostel times.

With we friends, its our habit of not being emotional or formal. "Are you a vodafone salesmen?" first thing I asked seeing his two vodafone gifted begs with his all time favourite yellow SANDOOK. "Chal ne have!" Neil prompted.

I hailed a rickshaw. "I am coming behind. Watch out!" I instructed rickshaw man. "Sorry. I mean you follow me." A relief was expected on rickshaw man's face.

We reached home and in no time we pulled his BISTRA POTLA inside. "Are you running a BPO?" I wondered addressing his three mobiles. He is busy man on the earth finally.

Magic has just began by his entry. You never know what makes you a thinker - when you are loved by many or you are not loved by a single person?

Later half of the day was horrible. God taste you where you are most supposed to flunk. I was waiting outside an authority's office since 2 and half hour. In fact, since last 4 months I am following him. His cabin had a green and red color bulbs but trust me in 99% cases I found it amber.

With the greatest surprise, the door opened with a sound like that of Zee horror show and peon had a winning smile on his face. He gave an order in my favor - one which I was desperately wanted to come in my way. See, finally I found worth of my efforts, found someone who even being a government bee did not ask me for a single ruppee. I was walking 6 feat higher while returning. My bike had some undriven surprising high speed and so did my feelings. This was no less than a series clinch. Yes! Yes! Yes! I won! All the positive vibrations caught my head.

I had my first corporate professional assignment over! I am going to get papers written on it - "Buddy! You are whole heartedly appointed for life!"

Geography and Gadu

Geography and Gadu..!! Ever imagined?
“Gadu, stand up. Answer me.!” Geography teacher almost ordered him.
He was actually under the bench busy analyzing my new shoes. I nudged his right leg.
“Yes ma’am. Did you say anything to me?” He questioned.
“Where is India located in the map?” she asked.
“Last time when I closely looked at the map, it was there…I don’t know where it is right now?” he said with a cleverish look. Laughter caught the class.
“Don’t try to be smart. Keyur you reply.” Ma’am shifted the burden.
“Ma’am it’s in Asia.” Keyur immediately replied.
“Correct.” “Now Gadu, where is Asia?” Ma’am didn’t feel like Gadu to seat and do prank.
…………………………………………………………….A big silence.
“Keyur..??”
“Ma’am it’s in world.” Keyur answered. Ma’am was not so happy with his answer but today his target was Gadu.
“Gadu, now you must reply where is World?” she asked.
“I know, I know...!!” Gadu had discovered United States of America.
He thought for 2 seconds. He was serious while he was thinking. A matter of pride finally!
“It’s at my home ma’am.”
Not only She but we all were shocked. The answer was actually not in any school book.
Even the great grand children of Einstein - Keyur did not know it.
“Hey you!! Who did tell you?” Ma’am was keen.
“Actually yesterday my grand grand MA was saying like this to Ba…DUNIYA NO CHEDO ATLE GHAR..!!! and hope you now won’t ask me how.” The genius replied.
“You rocked it fattu!!!” I joyfully giggled.
Before ma’am come and punish us bell rang for the day off and trust me we ran to the gate like never before.

KYA PRANAY?

CHE NE JO JINDGI...!
JAI CHE ANE AAM JA JASHE.
HU PAN AA JA CHU
ANE TU PAN AA JA HASHE!

BIMAR TO TU PAN CHE,
BIMAR KAINK HU AVO,
ROG PAN CHE JANITO,
PAN KEHVO TO KONE KEVO?

AVU NATHI KE AAMA TU
NE HU JA FASHAYA CHE...!
AA ROG NA LAKSHANO
TO RAG-RAG MA FELAYA CHE!

AAJE JO HU VYAST CHU,
AAJE JO TU A VYAST CHE,
NATHI TANE VAT KARVANO SAMAY,
NATHI MANE AVO SAMAY.
KYA TU?
KYA HU?
ANE KYA PRANAY?

Standing on the sea

It has been raining a lot since last two days. Too much of fun invites cry and too much of rain invites dirt. Cycle of life actually!

I have lot drafts pending to post but then I can not polish it before I put it against you all. Why am I writing so much? It's 10:35am in the morning, supposed to be busy office hours but NO. This little mad heart has decided to write again.

How many times do we listen to heart? How many times do we throw out this madness on the floor? Very few times. Watch Bhoomi Trivedi (Indian Idol contestant) on her selection day. She was like a wave and you don't want her to stop. There's a flow inside her! You certainly want a platform to show your insights! Perhaps these blogs gives me a little.

I am always fascinated about flows and forces. David Ville is a force. Bhoomi Trivedi is a force. Amitabh is a force. Nusrat Fateh is a force. They drive you in the flow they are already drawn. When I watch or hear them I feel like I am standing on the sea and they are calling me inside. I am afraid to go obviously but also know it would be the utmost pleasure to be drawn in such flows. Music, cricket, football, dance, writing, movies, drama - these all are flows. You realise your sole (force) existence because of these flows.

Someday, if I get a chance, would like to be drawn in such flows. Go on writing and leave everything!

Motor Cycle Diaries 3

"Ma'am, I wanted to meet Dr. Abhishek?"

It's not a morning time this time and I am on my client way. It's 1.30pm but weather is like dawn. Rain had it's wings all over the earth last night. Clouds were still showing signs and earth was smelled like a chocolate cake. I should have been back home taking my lunch but how can you say NO to client and especially when he is a well educated doctor?

Doctory is a profession I respect the most. I see cleanliness from the top of their single hair to the bottom of their ankles. Hospital was big and structure was like that of modern.

"Park your shoes outside" - Banner welcomed me. After cleanliness, boards are the second thing you observe in any hospital. It has been taught in schools, don't deny the doctors!

Hospital looked more beautiful when a beautiful girl was on reception. She immediately dialed some numbers and asked me to take a seat. I turned back but where's the seat? Patients all around. Oh, I don't want a company of patients especially I am supposed to show my energies to my client. Not at all! I chose standing at reception!

Free time and professional-cum-poet is a deadly combination! There were lot of boards (instructions) I can see.

On the extreme left of reception, two helpers were seating - "Nursing Station". I wish my train never stop at that station. Who does want to pass time with nurse? Yukk! They come with injections.

First label I liked there was "theater" though it was an operation theater. Somehow this Bollywood lover loves the word theater anyhow he face it.

If you go a little straight on the porch, ICU welcomes you. Caption was there as well - "Don't come without permission." What the hell? Who would like to come even with permission?

"Sir, Dr. Abhishek is calling you. Please come this way." - One girl took me to his cabin.

The moment door opened, I see one more label on a door behind Doctor's chair. "Dark Room." Perhaps it was an X-ray room. Else, for patients its obviously a horror room like they call it only - dark room.

Doctor was very warm and kind to talk. I greeted him on his grand new opening and took my leave. One more labels were waiting in the front outside - "CSSD" I don't know what does it mean but wished it could have been CCD? Perhaps because of this filmy character, today I am not a doctor.

Next I kicked on my bike for some hot bhindi sabji and few chappatis! Opps! I can't resist!

Maramat mukdar ki kar do Maula!

How many times does it happen? I try to post something and nothing comes in mind. Technologies are still slower than human mind something is required who can note down everything that goes in mind, that every single thought - creative or destructive. Real time you know?

Late night and if you are really tired of working, especially when your hard disk is crashed, something that can relax you is music. Who can be better than A.R.Rahman in such times? I just plugged in my new Sony AINO and a song from Delhi 6 - Arziyaan (Plea). You just go devotional if this music flows in your head. It's music only makes me feel nearer to God. Remember "He Ram, He Ram.." from Jagjit Singh? This chant is one of such beautiful. Who does care about religion whether it's Ram or Maula?

Just take few lines of this song and you can feel the beauty of lyrics (written by Prasoon Joshi)-

"Arziyaan sari mein chehre pe likh ke laaya hoon

Tumse kya mangu mein tum khud hi samjah lo"

Prasoon Joshi is from Almora, Uttarakhand, basically a Hindu and I wonder how come he comes out with thoughts of Maula. How devotionally does he know Ibbadat! To be a poet is to be a thinker, an imaginer. How come a Hindu imagine about Ibbadat of a Muslim and that too so devotionally! He writes he does not need to speak to god, to give words to his prayers. His face says everything and God (Say Maula) understands everything from it! He speaks like OSHO and we? We go on making noise of prayers and think God never listens to us.

"Dararein dararein Bandhein pe maula

Maramat mukdar ki kar do maula

Mere Maula

Tere Dar pe Jhuka hoon Meeta hoon bana hoon

Marammat mukdar ki kar do maula"

He writes there are lot of ambiguities and miseries (Dararein) in life. Fate asks a lot. He did his best to come out from it but in vain. Now he wants Maula to rebuilt his fate. He keeps chanting - "Tere Dar pe Jhuka hoon Meeta hoon bana hoon". He has surrendered himself to Maula. A complete surrender! No demands no complaints! He asked Maula to paint his painting (life). He even knows Maula may not show him the success that easily so he says - "meeta haan" and then quickly adds "bana haan". That shows he is not worried of failing if that's the only thing Mauls wants and that courage eventually leads him to glory.

"Jo bhi tere dar aaya

Juhkne jo sar aaya

Mastiyan piye sabko

Jhoomta nazar aaya

Pyaas le ke aaya

Dariya woh bhar laya

Noor ki barish mein beeghta sa tar aaya

Noor ki barish mein beeghta sa tar aaya"

He could be like any other human being. He does not feel God untill someone else is being taken care of by him. He has seen dramatic change in others life when they started loving (not following) the undefined-infinite-most powerful existence i.e. God. He can see people dancing in joy of realising the existence of God - "Jhoomta nazar aaya". He realised people are flooded with the kindness of that extreme power.

Urdu is as beautiful as Hindi. Listen Muslims pray and you can listen a great sense of dedication. I go on listening this song till I go asleep. If you don't believe in God at least you can realise the power sails around you. Please don't judge this post on the basis of religion. Take it as a prayer and you can feel the inside beauty of it.