Stories worth $haring #14 : How do you choose to suffer ?


Everybody wants what feels good. Everyone wants to live a carefree, happy and easy life, to fall in love and have amazing sex and relationships, to look perfect and make money and be popular and well-respected and admired and a total baller to the point that people part like the Red Sea when you walk into the room.

Everyone would like that—it’s easy to like that.

If I ask you, “What do you want out of life?” and you say something like, “I want to be happy and have a great family and a job I like,” it’s so ubiquitous that it doesn’t even mean anything.

A more interesting question, a question that perhaps you’ve never considered before, is what pain do you want in your life? What are you willing to struggle for? Because that seems to be a greater determinant of how our lives turn out.

Everybody wants to have an amazing job and financial independence—but not everyone wants to suffer through 60-hour work weeks, long commutes, obnoxious paperwork, to navigate arbitrary corporate hierarchies and the blasé confines of an infinite cubicle hell. People want to be rich without the risk, without the sacrifice, without the delayed gratification necessary to accumulate wealth.

Everybody wants to have great sex and an awesome relationship—but not everyone is willing to go through the tough conversations, the awkward silences, the hurt feelings and the emotional psychodrama to get there. And so they settle. They settle and wonder “What if?” for years and years and until the question morphs from “What if?” into “Was that it?” And when the lawyers go home and the alimony check is in the mail they say, “What was that for?” if not for their lowered standards and expectations 20 years prior, then what for ? Continue reading

Stories worth $haring #12 : The 100$ Conversation.


SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?”

SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
DAD: “If you must know, I make $100 an hour.”
SON: “Oh! (With his head down).
SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”
The father was furious.
DAD: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”

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An everlasting experience as a trainee.


It all started on 28th October 2012, the day which embarked the beginning of a new amazing journey. A bunch of tepid as well as keen faces outside DLF office were waiting to get inside their dream premises, apprehensively eager to mark their presence in the corporate world. Everyone was allowed to get inside, in the spirit of being a member of tata family. Formalities were completed followed by a technical check test. Finally, people were demarcated into various disciplines and journey was set to start for a 90 day intensive learning and development process.

The initial days of our learning program were followed by the formal informative and induction sessions, thus imbibing values on which the backbone of the company stands. Now, the serious business started with the technical and business sessions intended to improve our skills so as to survive effectively in this giant sector. Our dreadful technical sessions and fantabulous business sessions completely counterbalanced each other.

With each passing day, associates became acquaintances and acquaintances became friends. Some were technically sound, some were genuinely naïve while some were beginners as well. With each passing day, we started cracking jokes, celebrating birthdays and partying around. Some were really good at imitating people, though we realized it late. Now our batch had got singers as well as dancers and indeed the good ones whose performances were highly awaited. In spite of our hectic schedule, we managed to visit Mahabaleshwar, one of the most exotic nearby destinations.

This meticulously planned learning phase is on the verge of getting over. It has made us learn and acquire every conceivable skill within its limits. It has transformed us from a college graduate to a corporate professional. This will always remain in our hearts as the most memorable times of our lives. It would be quixotic to say that this ILP may last forever, but we are happy and content enough to being a part of it. Though the memorabilia is too susceptible to be expressed in mere words, I will be concluding here keeping in account the page constraints.


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#Saturday, January 4, 2013

Stories worth $haring #6 : The Boiling Frog Syndrome.


If you throw a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will jump out of it instantly. Instead, put a frog in a vessel of cold water and start heating the water gently.

As temperature of the water rises, the frog is able to adjust its body temperature accordingly. The frog keeps on adjusting with increase in temperature.

Just when the water is about to reach boiling point, the frog is not able to adjust anymore. At that point the frog decides to jump out. The frog tries to jump but is unable to do so, because it has lost all its strength in adjusting with the rising water temperature.

Very soon the frog dies.

What killed the frog? Many of us would say, its the boiling water.
But the truth is what killed the frog was its own inability to decide when it had to jump out.

We all need to adjust with people and situations, but we need to be sure when we need to adjust and when we need to confront/face.

There are times when we need to face the situation and take the appropriate action. If we allow people to exploit us physically, mentally, emotionally or financially, they will continue to do so.

We have to decide when to jump. Realize before its late.
Let us jump while we still have the strength. Do not get yourself boiled to death.

Give it a thought !! I love this message every time I read.


Pune Diaries #1: Encounter with a traffic cop.


Pune-Logo#My personal experiences.

#Not a fairy tale. Simple.

#An encounter with a traffic police.

It was a saturday afternoon, I remember. On one of the busiest and narrowest roads in the insides of City, I was driving my bike. It was somewhere near the famous Dagru shet temple, when I was whistled by a traffic policeman. I had recently joined a multinational in pune after my graduation, and so was new to the place back then. It was 2013, somewhere in the first quarter I guess.

He was a rather short guy, in thick lenses & in his late 50’s, with over bulging body curvatures. He shouted something in marathi with directioning of hands. I gauged by his expression, he was instructing to stop my bike on the sides.

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