weekend ends...

Another weekend going by... I always end the Friday thinking I will do something exciting this weekend, learn something new, just anything that could help me widen the supposed-to-be "eyes of the mind". However, it always remains a mystery how the weekend goes by. So what did I do this weekend. I do not know..read a few random technical articles which tickled a nerve or two in the brain to be settled again as it was. Hmmm... well yeah, I saw Taare Zameen Par(TZP famously)

for a third time. The magnitude of tears being the same everytime I have seen it. It was shown on the local cable channel courtesy Children's day. The only message I get from the film is "Stop forcing your children to perform. Just encourage them and they will perform on their own."-a very important one. Even today a play was telecast called "Shyamchi Mummy"-a similar topic but showcasing a very opposite view. It must be a 6-7 years old play, when HSC exams were very critical for further admission.In this play, what happens is that the guy who is studying for the HSC is bullied badly by his mom who is bent on wanting to have him in the list of merit rankers. He hates doing all this, following schedules etc.. There's hell lot of jokes in the middle of how he tries to relax but ends up getting caught by his mom. But in the end, everything is happy since he tops the merit list. The messages from both these media quite clash and they only highlight the fact that it is the competition that is killing. I remember how when in school, getting the top rank was important...to me. It was only because of the importance that I attached with that position which made me frantic about getting it. I do not know how it became important for me. Maybe it was because of the praise that I was subjected to in school and at home whenever I scored it, that made me go for it everytime. But just out of school and going for IIT coaching and then juniour and engineering college proved to me how all these marks stand no value, especially in an Indian education system. I found out how I had forgotten sharpening my skills while running in the very local competition of the school. I found out that there were many more students coming from other schools who have scored maybe a below 10th rank but are truly talented and have nurtured their talents instead of running in the race and that is very important. I struggled to find out my interests after SSC, which would not have been the case had I considered many years ago. In fact I would have been much confident in the course that I enrolled, because till then the thought that it is the goal of life would have made a far greater impact in my mindscape. This is what I have learnt from my schooling years and wish to share with everyone. I feel the competition is important, but currently the competition is about something superficial, something tangible. What would be of much more help is if the competition is about bettering oneself internally, strengthening oneself internally, about making principles clear. And that, that would be a competition of oneself with oneself. This is what I have been telling whoever I meet, whoever I know who is yet to experience all this. And even if you have already lost all these crucial years like me, better late than never. Start it today, now. Strive for self betterment, strive for others to be better too...and then let people connect like systems....as the IBM ad goes....when systems connect the world gets smarter.

I M BAK!!

My thoughts really seem to have gained some inertia....a long time since i wrote something..Anyways, it's been such a strange transition from the college days to the ones in my first job. Having this inertial mind as is, now a days, it's always filled of things about office. Back in college, it used to be about friends, family and studies. Quite literally. Just few weeks back, I realised that this has changed. And the thing to trigger this realisation was the fact that I had forgotten the birthday of my best friend....sad...indeed...But this is not always the case.. weekends is when nostalgia strikes and it strikes badly and yet you can do nothing more than chatting or a mail to dress it superficially.