Saturday, December 10, 2011

Chetan bhagat's Book - Revolution 2020

      Abt the book in  Short :
           Raghav, Gopal and Aarti are childhood friends who grow up together. Professionally Raghav becomes a IT-BHU grad, Aarti interests lie around becoming an  Air-Hostess & Gopal a wannabe engineer studies at an engineering college in his city after his 2nd try at IIT entrance.
          Series of dates for years between Gopal and Aarti ends with Aarti & Raghav getting along together. 
          Gopal sets up a college with a surprising help from a local politician and becomes Financially successfull. Raghav opts out of Infosys placement after studies to become a journalist, his article and newpaper exposes the same politician's scams and blows him out of power.
          A bit of Raghav's following his work and negligence of the relationship with Aaarti and a bit of her attracted towards Gopal with his display of power & money turns her towards Gopal but eventually Gopal screws up the relationship. 
          End of story shows up Raghav turning a politician after marrying Aarti "who's family is already into politics" which was portrayed as Gopal's would be status in mid part of the story. 

      Quotable quotes - Didn't highlight something inspirational.. :-)
      Learn able Notes : 
1.  Follow your passion (perhaps chetan’s philosophy also..)
2.  A some one "nobody" with out capability can be so called "successfull" with influence or money get used to it and at the same time you can work hard enough you could win too...
3. Society stereotyped definitions of "Sucess" are too many - dont let them calm your inner voice..

Devils Advocacy : 
    A not so dark side story about the Love & some what coherence to academic/professional Success, Education as a business which includes running of coaching classes to running engineering colleges wherein its ties with Politics is highlighted.
    A too much of IIT glorification at times.
    A nice representation of what success means to most many on-lookers, friends and parents which is most of the times within bracket of high ranks and a good job. 
    Following one's passions means being ready to face difficulties, again silent criticism of Indian corruption which favours the corrupt which most of us become comfortable with eventually. 
    An extremely good example of what it means to live with corruption and stand up against corruption. Can a small locally printed paper - printing few hundred copies blow up an influential political leader? May be ?
       Some times its just that if fulfills a reader's fancy may it be fulfilling expectation of changing system or a turning around one's dream girl from someone else..
            An extremely abrupt turn in the end which shows Gopal screws up his relationship with his girl friend, no one who is hiring such types of girls for his delegate or business partners would get them into his house or rather even allow & even if he does - incase of a shared institutional house as in the story would probably not bring them in such places or mess with them...

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Diaries - Taking Snap of Petronas Towers

Recent visit to Kuala Lumpur, one of the most exicting parts had been capturing photographs of "Petronas".

Whats Petronas?
Its Malaysia's iconic building which you must have seen couple of times in this particular country's Tourism advertisements.
Petronas is National Petrolium company of Malaysia
For more details we can read here

Back to the point, most Visiting Petronas was like swift, we went up to the 42nd Floor, took a few snaps like ones below..


So what??
The problem was capturing someone with tower from ground floor..

I got to know much later that we need something called as wide-angle lens to capture wide landscapes of this type...
But for now I had to do something like below to capture some one's snap, but believe me it was fun..

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Diaries - Pics of few Aircrafts

On few recent journeys, I caught fancy capturing pics of Aircrafts , here are a few of them

Pls notice a landing Aircraft at distant Back ground of British Airways Aircraft...
American Airlines

Srilankan Airlines
Orient Thai
Singapore Airlines
Oman Air

Air Asia - Completely Colorful



Thursday, October 20, 2011

Deepavali Rangoli-Cubicle Decoration - Lantern Making - Bollywood dressing theme in office

It was Deepavali season, and there were a few competitions in office namely
  • Rangoli
  • Lantern Making
  • Bollywood dressing theme (Most interesting ;-) )
All below pics are taken in office except for this first one - which is Rangoli by my Brother at home for Deepavali

Pics from here onwards are taken at office..

The Lantern making competition...

With Mangal Pandey ;-)

Thursday, October 6, 2011

RIP - Steve Jobs

Today being a festive day, after the customary stuff which went on till we finished noon lunch, just got into a regular channel wandering with remote..
Interestingly some Hindi News channel displaying Steve Jobs video got me hooked still no clue that he is no more :-(
There was some thing that was gathering on back of my mind - whats wrong??
Oops, he is 'No more!!' :-(

I spent almost whole evening browsing about him..
Opened my Reading List window to see below - It was just all about him...

And my mom was like - Its OK, why don't u guys stop discussing it..
But I could hardly explain her - In what way he has inspired each one of us!

RIP - Steve Jobs!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Khwab - A poem

आखों में बसे यह ख़्वाब हैं क्यों
पलकों में बसे यह आस हैं क्यों
एक धुंधली  मीठी सी हो जैसी  
पर वक़्त के साथ थोड़ी बदलती भी हैं यह न जाने क्यों

आँखों से ओझल कुछ बातें हैं जो
मन में बसे कुछ चाहतें भी हो वोह
यू तो कभी मिले न मिले 
पर ख्वाबो में ही यू - नजर आते हैं क्यों

क्या हमे दिखता कोई झूट हैं !
क्या हमे बहकाता कोई युही फ़िज़ूल हैं!
कोई दुन्द्ले कोहरे में उलझाते उलझाते, 
कर देता आँखों से ओझल - कोसो दूर हैं !

कुछ पेचीदे जवाब भी देते यह ख़्वाब हैं
कुछ पहेलिया  सुलजाती भी यह ख़्वाब हैं 
कुछ मीठ यादें बन कर बस जाते झेहेंन में 
न समझे आते कहाँ से और बनाता कोन यह ख़्वाब हैं ! 

- Kiran Hegde

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Happy Engineer's Day!

Happy Engineer's Day!! :-)

As we all know Today happens to be the birthday of Sir Mokshagundam Visvesvaraya and celebrated in his honour who was a notable Indian engineer, scholar, statesman and the Diwan of Mysore during 1912 to 1919.
I could quickly google few stories about him in Wiki & here.

Truly inspirational!!

Cross posted from Deepak Hegde's comment :
Indians have traditionally celebrated what can me described as 'Engineer's Day'? The day is dedicated to Lord Vishwakarma ( ) who was the architect/engineer of the God's. This day is specially auspicious for all craftsmen and engineering companies who worship their tools on this day.

Kiran Hegde

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

So you sow, so shall you Reap!

I was intrigued by one story I read from Sai Charitra – A book I got last time I visited Shirdi..

Below incident is mentioned to have occurred 7 days before Baba passed away in Shirdi.

Few excerpts are as below,

“There came a country-cart on which tiger was fastened with Iron chains. Its said to have been suffering from malady & its keepers – 3 Derveshis – has been taking it from place to place to make money by exhibiting it – which was their means of their subsistence. Their all efforts to cure the malady remained in vain & they had come to Baba after they heard heard his fame. They got it down, supposedly fierce & restless as it was disease ridden. On Baba’s consent when the animal met baba – its said to have immediately moved its tail & dashed it thrice against the ground, & the fell down senseless. The Derveshis were dejected, how its said to be very meritorious on the animal’s part to met its death at Baba’s feet. It was their (Derveshis) debtor and when the debt was paid off it was free & met its end at Sai’s Feet”

Its been almost more than a month since I have read this and it had a deep impact on me which were due to collation of few other stories that I had heard/read before.
They are as below

1. All us human beings as our own nature, we are supposed to serve viz. Mother serving a son by taking care of him & upbringing him, son serving mother by taking care of her. How ever due to our innate desire for sense enjoyment we tend to become forgetfull of our responsibilities and duties and we start to or tend to presume that others are supposed to serve us rather than we… Point here is - We tend to serve so many – is it the debt that we are paying? (P.S.We can anyways not repay debt to our parents for that matter however the chance that we get to serve- is it a chance to repay some part of debt?)

2. We at some point of time heard that some relations are “Runan- bandhan”. If you are about to get married you might hear this more often ;-). Since the literal meaning says a bonding of the past - the question that remains is still the same like at the end of previous question?

3. You might have heard/read teachings in Gita – when some one else says harsh words to you, you shouldn’t retaliate back other wise there would be no difference between you and him? (Barring exceptions of Kshatriya dharma mentioned which is not applicable to this point). This also leads to the same question are we indebted to the harsh speakers by having done something harsh in the past for them and now it’s the time to repay by silence?

4. This one is the story of the King who had killed 100 animals in name of the Bali (Animal killing offering) to Devi, how ever version of the story that I heard he was supposed to be killed by animals 100 times so that he could repay the debt to them. He did severe penance to the Devi however Devi said that this nothing can be done to avoid being killed100 times but she granted him a boon wherein the 100 animals can kill him at same time in one go - so that at least his suffering can be reduced. Bottom line – it translates to the same question – the debt that we are supposed to repay to others?

All the stories about from various sources seem to have a common connect and that not sure if its same as one being said to part of Law of Karma!
But its interesting in a way as it answers us a little part of our questions that we ask to the Supreme why are we suffering in small way in form of failures or other such similar things, May be we are repaying part of what we did at some unknown time and one day once we have done it - it will be all Good times!!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Cheers...India wins the Cricket World Cup 2011

Yipee we won the World Cup!!!!!!
Congrats to MS- Dhoni - MoM!
Congrats to Yuvraj Singh - Man of the Tournament!
Congrats to Sachin to fulfilling the dream to get it finally!
Congrats to whole Team!
Congrats to whole India!!

Chetan Bhagat and his books!

I am sure you arent asking "Who is Chetan Bhagat?" :-)

By any remotest chance if you are then the you can find out here that he  studied Mechanical Engineering at the Indian Institute Of Technology (IIT) Delhi (1991–1995). He graduated from the Indian Institute of Management (IIM)  Ahmedabad (1995–1997). After graduation he worked as an investment banker in Hong Kong.

That would be what most such IIT/IIM would be most happy with but Chetan choose a different path to pursue his passion for writing.
He has written 4 books so far and all of them have remained bestsellers till date...

A trend breaker – of course one would say...

What are his 4 books like ?

1.     Five Point Someone – What not to do at IIT! (2004) – A dark side book on 3 IITians viz Alok, Hari and Ryan who did all sort of not to do things at IIT securing 5 point something grades (which happens to be on lower side on scale of 10). It highlights many issues in the system in India which could be ragging, grading systems which as perceived leaves lesser room for creativity and so on..
Quotable quotes - C2D"(Cooperate to Dominate)
Movie - 3 idiots is based on this Novel although story line is considerably different..
Actors & their roles could be co-related as below
Aamir Khan – Rancho – Ryan – the seemingly wealthy, successful & intelligent
R. Madhavan - Farhan Khureshi – Hari – The narrator, photographer
Sharman Joshi – Raju Rastogi – Alok – Less confident seeming arising out of familial pressure.
Learnable Notes : All is well, Follow your passion (perhaps chetan’s philosophy also..)
2.     One night at call centre (2005)
Its based on  a group of six call center employees working in Connexions call center in Gurgoan, Harayana. Its how these 6 people traverse with their problems, Lot of mention about the cheap office politics, creating taking & too much filmly with the story Narrated by a beautiful girl in Train & the final call from God.
Movie – Hello is said to be based on this Novel
Quotable quotes : Dont remember any : -|
Learnable Notes : -
3.     3 Mistakes of My Life (2007)
Again 3 buddies
Govind – An typical less emotional more analytical business stereotypes
Ishaan – Cricketer by heart & by business later due to alliance with Govind
Omi – Represents back ground of fanatic political family back ground
Story line has combination of Riots to religionistic fanatism and secularism to Cricket love to Love Story.
Quotable Quotes: Life is an optimization problem, with tons of variables and constraints. You can minimise the pissed-off state, but can't make it zero. We can only optimise life, never solve it!
Learnable Notes : -  
4.     2 States : The story of my Marriage (2009)
Is said to be fictionalized version of his own marriage story
You can relate a lot to Bollywood films, I particularly liked the explicit dialogues expressing statements of typical North & South Indian parents and their relatives when they find their son/daughter marrying some one not of their castes, states and so on... ;-)
Quotable Quotes :  -
Learnable Notes : IMHO (& personal O too.. ;-))
1.     A spouse of same caste/religion/state means default respect, love, acceptance n all & for other caste/religion/state means vice –versa
Why? – just because they think is to be incorrect/in-appropriate primarily because they didn’t have a say in it..
2.     The pace of acceptance in future is directly proportional to the professional success or displayed smartness or at least proportional to perceived smartness of the contender ;-)
3.     (Not all but definitely many) Families are least bothered about compatibility of the couple rather are most bothered about the increasing number of points they can brag about !
4.     The type of comment about you is going to be good if they like you and other wise if they don’t.. It hardly happens other way! : -)

Common Stuff :
1.     All stories have a dark side, but again in real life as well one goes through dark phases.
2.     All stories have intimate scenes ;-)

Chetan Bhagat writes periodically in top newspapers which can be read one his blog here
His writing style here is completely different & analytic
His awe-inspiring speech “Spark” is here and Excerpts are as follows :

Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
I’ve told you three things – reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.!

P.S. I am not affiliated to him in anyways, just like him, kinda follow him, so wrote abt him!

Kiran Hegde

Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Thinkers 50

Thinkers 50 by Ciaran Parker is an interesting book with a short description about The World's 50 Most Influential Business Writers and Leaders..
Few of them are as below.

  • Bill GATES (20)
  • C.K. PRAHALAD (12)
  • Tom PETERS (3)
  • Jack WELCH (8)
  • Richard BRANSON 
  • Philip KOTLER (6)
  • Vijay GOVINDARAJAN and so on... :)
Appealing part is the precise description, highlighting important works done by them

About the book :
Parker, Ciaran. "Assembling the 50". The Thinkers 50: The World's 50 Most Influential Business Writers and Leaders.Praeger Publishers© 2006.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005

Every word is pricelessly inspiring however few sentences that keep tingling..

  1.  "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." 
  2. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition.
  3. Stay hungry, stay foolish

The full text of the speech I found at various places, thanks to googling .
It is available here, here .. etc..

Here is complete transcript from the above video :

"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much."

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Love Story of Sudha Murthy & Infosys Narayana Murthy

After having read many many times at various websites & blogs A Supposedly Sudha Murthy's Narration of their Love Story, How she & Narayana Murthy met, How Infosys was started and how what they both in their ways did was a legacy & history is as below..

Part 1 - I could find that its officially posted at this place 
Part 2 - Is presented below...
Part 3 - My 2 cents at the end... ;-)

I was in Pune that I met Narayana Murthy through my friend Prasanna, who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Murthy was shy, bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner, I was a bit taken aback... I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murthy was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 pm at Green Fields Hotel on Pune's Main Road. The next day, I went there at seven since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr Murthy waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murthy maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at seven, so that I could meet him... And I maintain that I did not say any such thing, consciously or subconsciously, because I did not think of Murthy as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree on this matter. Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murthy's experiences abroad and the books that he had read. My friends insisted that Murthy was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one day, after dinner, Murthy said, I want to tell you something. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middleclass family. I can never become rich. You are beautiful, bright, intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me?

I asked him to give me some time...

When I went to Hubli, I told my parents about Murthy and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murthy was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and came from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications, etc? Murthy was working as a research assistant and earning less than me. He was willing to go Dutch with me on our outings.

My parents agreed to meet him in Pune on a particular day at 10 am sharp. Murthy did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father. At 12 noon, Murthy turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, got stuck in a traffic jam in the ghats, so he hired a taxi (though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. He asked Murthy what he wanted to become in life. Murthy said he wanted to become a politician in the Communist Party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. No. I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself doesn't have money to support his family...

By this time, I realised I had developed a liking towards Murthy, which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry him because he was an honest man. I promised my father that I would not marry Murthy without his blessings, though at the same time, I would not marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murthy promised to take up a steady job. But Murthy refused, saying he would not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. I was caught between the two most important people in my life. The stalemate continued for three years, during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. Murthy was always broke. (Ironically, today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd, one of the world's most reputed companies.) He always owed me money. We used to go for dinner and he would say, I don t have money with me, you pay my share, will return it to you later. For three years, I maintained a book of Murthy's debts to me. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after our wedding. The amount was a little over Rs 4,000. During this period, Murthy quit his job as a research assistant and started his own software business... Towards the late'70s computers were entering India in a big way. At the fag end of 1977, Murthy decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay. But before he joined the company, he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after, joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murthy had a decent job, now. We were married in Murthy's house in Bangalore on February 10, 1978, with only our two families present. I got my first silk sari. The wedding expenses came to only Rs 800, with Murthy and I pooling in Rs 400 each. I went to the US with Murthy after marriage. He encouraged me to see America on my own, because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months with a backpack. In 1981, Murthy wanted to start Infosys. Initially, I was very apprehensive about him getting into business. We were living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular paycheck and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murthy was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typically for Murthy, he had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day without his knowledge and told him, this is all I have. Take it. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams. But you have only three years! Murthy and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981. In 1982, I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murthy. We bought a small house on loan, which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cumprogrammer. I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with the Walchand group of Industries to support the house. In'83, Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murthy moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother, while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murthy left for the US on project work. I saw him only after a year - my son had infantile eczema. It was only after Rohan received all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. Nandan Nilekani and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programmes for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. The wives of other partners too, gave their unstinting support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.

Murthy made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together. He did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with Infosys, I will withdraw, happily I was pained to know that I would not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I was qualified to do and loved doing... Then, I realised that to make Infosys a success, one had to give 100 per cent. One had to be focused on it alone, with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 per cent to Infosys, what would happen to our home and our children? I opted to be a homemaker; after all, Infosys was Murthy's dream. It was a big sacrifice, but it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murthy says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success.

I might have given up my career for my husband's sake, but that does not make me a doormat... Isn't freedom about living your life the way you want it? What is right for one person might be wrong for another. It is up to the individual to make a choice that is effective in her life. I believe that when a woman gives up her right to choose for herself, that is when she crosses over from being an individual to a doormat.

Murthy's dreams encompassed not only himself, but a generation of people. It was about creating something worthy, exemplary and honourable. It was about creation and distribution of wealth. His dreams were grander than my career plans, in all aspects. So, when I had to choose between Murthy's career and mine, I opted for what I thought was the right choice. We had a home and two little children. Somebody had to take care of it all. Somebody had to stay behind to create a home base that would be fertile for healthy growth, happiness, and more dreams to dream. I became that somebody willingly I can confidently say that if I had had a dream like Infosys, Murthy would have given me his unstinted support. The roles would have been reversed. We are not bound by the archaic rules of marriage. He does not intrude into my time, especially when I am writing my novels. He does not interfere in my work at the Infosys Foundation and I don't interfere with the running of Infosys. I teach computer science to MBA and MCA students at Christ College for a few hours every week and I earn around Rs 50,000 a year. I value this financial independence greatly, though there is no need for me to pursue a career. Murthy respects that. I travel the world without him, because he hates travelling. We trust each other implicitly. We have another understanding too. While he earns the money, I spend it mostly through charity. The Infosys Foundation was born in 1997 with the sole objective of uplifting the less-privileged sections of society. In the past three years, we have built hospitals, orphanages, rehabilitation centres, school buildings, science centres and more than 3,500 libraries. Our work is mainly in the rural areas amongst women and children. I am one of the trustees of the Foundation, and our activities span six states. I travel to around 800 villages constantly. Every year, we donate around Rs 5-6 crores. We run Infosys Foundation the way Murthy runs Infosys - in a professional and scientific way. Philanthropy is a profession and an art. It can be used or misused. Every year, we receive more than 10,000 applications for donations. Every day, I receive more than 120 calls. Amongst these, there are those who genuinely need help and there are hoodwinkers too. Over the years, I have learnt to differentiate the wheat from the chaff, though I still give all the cases a patient hearing. Sometimes, I feel I have lost the ability to trust people. I have become shrewder to avoid being conned. I think that is the price that I have to pay for the position I am in now. The greatest difficulty in having money is to teach your children its value... Bringing up children in a moneyed atmosphere is a difficult task. Even today, I think twice if I have to spend Rs 10 on an auto when I can walk to my house. I cannot expect my children to do the same. They have seen money from the time they were born. But we can lead by example. When they see Murthy wash his own plate after eating and clean the two toilets in the house every day, they realise that no work is demeaning, irrespective of how rich you are. This doesn't mean we expect our children to live an austere life. My children buy what they want, go where they want, but they have to follow certain rules. They have to show me bills for whatever they buy: My daughter can buy five new outfits, but she has to give away five old ones. My son can go out with his friends for lunch or dinner, but we discourage him from going to a five star hotel. Or we accompany him. My children haven't given me any heartbreak. My daughter is studying abroad, my son in Bangalore. They don t use their father's name in vain. They only say that his name is Murthy and that he works for Infosys. They don't want to be recognised and appreciated because of their father or me, but for themselves.

I don't feel guilty about having money, for we have worked hard for it. But I don't feel comfortable flaunting it. It is a conscious decision on our part to live a simple, so-called middle class life. We live in the same two-bedroom, sparsely furnished house we lived in before Infosys became a success. Our only extravagance is buying books and CDs. My house has no lockers for I have no jewels. I wear a pair of stone earrings which I bought in Bombay for Rs 100. I don, t even wear my `mangalsutra` unless I need to attend some family functions or when I am with my mother-in-law. Five years ago, I went to Kashi, where tradition demands that you give something up. I gave up shopping. Since then, I haveri t bought myself a sari or gone shopping. I don't carry a purse and neither does Murthy, most of the time. I borrow money from my secretary or my driver if I need cash. They know my habit, so they always carry extra cash with them. But I settle the accounts every evening. Murthy and I are very comfortable with our lifestyle and we don't see the need to change it now that we have money:

Murthy and I are two opposites that complement each other. Murthy is sensitive and romantic in his own way. He always gifts me books addressed 'From Me to You. Or'To the person I most admire, etc. We both love books. I am an extrovert and he is an introvert. I love watching movies and listening to classical music. Murthy loves listening to English classical music. I go out for movies with my students and secretary every other week. I am still young at heart. I really enjoyed watching'Kaho Na Pyaar Hai'; I am a Hrithik Roshan fan. It has been more than 20 years since Murthy and I went for a movie. My daughter once gave us a surprise by booking tickets for'Titanic'. Since I had a prior engagement that day, Murthy went for the movie with his secretary Pandu. I love travelling, whereas Murthy loves spending time at home. Friends come and go with the share prices. Even in my dreams, I did not expect Infosys to grow the way it has. After Infosys went public in 1993, we became what people would call rich, moneyed people. Suddenly, you see and hear about so much money: People talk about you. It was all new to me.

Have I lost my identity as a woman, in Murthy's shadow? No, I might be Mrs Narayana Murthy. I might be Akshata and Rohan's mother. I might be the trustee of Infosys Foundation. But I am still Sudha. Like all women, I play different roles. That doesn't mean we don't have our own identity. Women have that extra quality of adaptability and learn to fit into different shoes. But we are our own selves still. And we have to exact our freedom by making the right choices in our lives, dictated by us and not by the world.

My 2 cents ;-)
(i) I didnt write this with intended plagiarism, but with intention to re-share and neither I have any affiliation with Infosys
(ii) If you have any proof of copyright violation, contact me I would remove the voilated content.

I have heard discussed this story at various times with friends , a few of them discussions are  like 
(iii) "I wish I am her" - The point is every one loves to be Wife of a Super rich but he wasn't that when they married, more over to imagine the strength of the bond - an MTech from IISc changing her career altogether.
(iv) With every raise - rather before every raise people plan what they have to buy which in a way in normal to many of us but do we consciously/willing think about giving back to the society? We seemingly have our own problems which is like it is said "Own Toothache more painful than earthquake killing thousands!"

May be, I am not Big enough guy to comment in above way, feel free to comment :-)

Kiran Hegde