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!!

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."

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

http://about.me/hegdekiran

Is one angry since he/she has felt Inferior?

"The reason for anger is someone or something made you feel inferior"


Was just thinking if there is any other reason for it.. I was especially researching some spiritual articles on it....

Oops did I mention research, sorry only searching...
On a different note other day one of my friend’s fb status read "Copying one person’s findings is called plagiarism and that of many is Research!!"...........lol

Anyways back to the point...

Different scenarios...

1. A small child got angry since the Teacher scolded him/her in school for not doing homework/ for doing mischief etc.
If there has been anger it makes us think is there something that made him feel inferior....?

2. As a teenager one might have got angry of himself of his own marks/ score/ appearance / public statement etc..
Was it because he/she felt inferior......?

3. You are angry of the discrimination of grades that you or your close friend has got! Since you or your circle things a person X is smarter than person Y? Here did you feel inferior... debatable... but did you feel something unfair to the person X..?
Did you feel the person X has been giving status/marks/grades of inferior quality than he deserves?

4. You might be sad if not angry when you or your close friend or close relative or just someone you know has not got a deserved promotion/ raise / position / designation etc.... Did you feel that person X again has been put in a position Inferior to his surroundings...?

Are there too many questions... :-D, ok let me shoot the last one... ;-)

5. Have you heard your friend's or relative's or at least seen on TV (;-)) bride or groom's parents dis- agreeing to a wedding proposal due to various reasons (don’t want to mention... haha ) as they feel the guy/gal doesn’t MATCH.... Does it mean that person Y proposing to person X is in some way inferior to expectation based on the perception of how it happens in surroundings around the parents....?

If you are still with me..... and has an affirmative answer on all of this... Please continue else...
kindly drop you dis-agreement comment... ;-)

If you would have noticed last 2 questions has a mention of something additional to “Inferior” and that is “Surroundings” !

Does all the feeling of being inferior is rooted in perception of relative “Surrounding”?

I had read an interesting story in TOI or ET – Editorial if I am not mistaken..
A saint repeatedly picks up a crab from a sea-shore to save it from drowning since drops it couple of times because of being bitten in return before he could successfully move it out. An on-looker asks why try again inspite of being bitten. The saint replies – Its his nature to bite, why should I lose my saintly nature as a reaction?

Bhagvad Gita mentions the inherent nature of the person is to be in a state of Bliss,

And what we can deduce is we lose our own Blissful Nature as a part of reaction to our restricted perception of Surroundings which makes us feel inferior… Do we?

Next time you feel angry – just think "What is making me feel Inferior?" – let me know how you feel ;-)

Cheers,

Kiran Hegde

Actual Lessons to Understand!

From the time we are born through

The time, on our own that we start to stand

And till the eternity as it seems we have to understand

A feeble memory exists in the memory

When first was I asked, "Did you under stand?"

Sports I played hard and hurt many a times

Always it begun with a failure which I could hardly stand

Spell bound with game intricacies

That I tried hard to understand

Sportsmanship, Fair play & the patient endurance

Were the actual lessons I had to understand!

Books I read to score good and to top

Read & practiced till I knew it by heart

Thinking sometimes about the wisdom of history

Can it be sometimes be really of any use to me

And the geographical boundaries could I really travel

But then it struck that Education actually

Gives knowledge more than you need 

And

And that’s the actual lesson I had to understand

Being small I always wanted to grow up

But growing up destroyed many many small childhood joys

Being an audience I always wanted to anchor

Anchoring though gave me highs and pleasure

But calmness of being Audience was lost forever

With pleasure of something that was conquered

And that’s the actual lesson I had to understand

While Learning to drive I loved to gaze at pace

When the fear was conquered,

It was thrilling in its own ways

But all in all it was not that worth the risk

Neither the race nor the reckless breeze

And that’s the actual lesson I had to understand

In the frames of general usual passing life

In a spontaneous growing old we learn that we should grow wise

Joys & sorrows which shows friends & seasonal friends like wise

Learning to shrug the failure & the criticism was nice

And Nicer was separating stupid comments alike

An unending learning, continuously unfolding an interesting mystery

Thereby making a small regular each one of us’s Life

Challengingly beautiful in its own way & style

Rather than just a repeat of anyone else’s History & Lifestyle

And

And

And that’s the actual lesson I had to understand!
-Kiran Hegde

New Rupee Symbol and What Rupee Symbolizes?

 Had been reading about new Rupee symbol since few days!!! As they say it’s a sign of progress as per the news which helps to maintain a balance between economies internally and with other economies.


But almost 500 years after Sher Shah Suri who gave the currency which has been popular not only in India but also in the neighboring countries too and now India has came up with a standard symbol.

Few interesting things to ponder is how come this  symbol is going to get adapted on to our daily life, We have  dollar symbol on our key board, so would this also find a way on our key board  that would be interesting…if something that comes to your mind is special characters then that is quite expected on MS-Word.

Now getting to the main topic on What Rupee Symbolizes - thoughts on which kept wandering since sometime...

As described in various places Rupee to be symbol of prosperity something that comes to mind is Rupee or any currency for that matter had eventually put an end to barter system. Did it make much sense - not too sure but read along why did I say that??

In barter system if I am not mistaken the valuation of things was with respect to things around that we planned to exchange, so since there was specialization in society, people produced stuffs according to their professions and exchanged it in lieu of other thing they needed for daily life. Life was simple and restricted to basic thing and needs of life. So not sure if there were people who produced more things than they need or need to exchange with something else they need.

But now since in the age that we live we have currency we just run behind accumulating our respective currencies much more than our basic needs or even wants for that matter.

Long back I had seen a documentary on Discovery channel where Adivasis of some region visited the city region for the first time and they had asked a question to the city people - simple but fair, “Why do many people here have to sleep on the streets in such cold climate when there are many houses around?” For us it many seem to be a stupid question but there was strong reason they asked this question. In city of the life that we live in we strongly have stuff like “My house”, “My Car”,  “My Money ” so much so that people in same house have their own “My stuffs”. But in contrast they perhaps there had everything as “ours” Of course “Ours” was implicit since “My” wasn’t explicit... lol!!

In their place generally they would need an additional home when some of their children get married or they have children or so on… So what they do is simple everyone around gathers collects material like wood and stuff and build a house for them. So essentially all the families stay just around themselves! And it’s not my home or his home rather everything pertaining to a family is everyone’s responsibility. Say it old thoughts or something but didn’t they perhaps end up having more contented life than us - The so called superior generation :D ?


If I am not wrong about the source I had read once in Sudha Murthy’s Book once, that she visited similar Adivaasi  or tribal community part of her social work where the old head of the community mentioned  - “How can one think of dividing and naming the mountains and lands to our selves when it’s not at all our creation ?” (Not sure abt the exact words)  As a matter of fact, that’s exactly what we are doing!


As they say the civilization is growing and we are becoming more intelligent - not sure if it really is but we surely think so again not too sure if the wisdom in us is growing!!!  If not more as we can feel aren’t we lesser happier than people few generations before us. ?



PS – Not that I am unhappy about anything but just pondering if older generations were more happier, now again happiness means different to different people, Its relative, what say? ;-)

Risthey

कुछ रिश्ते तोडे टूट ते नहीं

कुछ धागे कमज़ोर ही सही बन्द्ये रहते हैं

कुछ यादें आँखों से ओझल ही सही

पलकों में सदा क्यों बसे रहते हैं ?





कुछ वादे रिश्ते सदा निभाते हैं

कुछ रिश्तो से निभाए गए वादों से हम अचंबित रहते हैं
कुछ वादे  निभाने वाले भूल जाते अपनों को
कुछ निभाए वादों से रिश्ते बन जाते हैं

कुछ रिश्तो के एहसास हर पल खास हैं
कुछ रिश्तो से हमेशा होती एक आस हैं
कुछ रिश्ते नाम के होकर रह जाते हैं
लेकिन कुछ रिश्तो की मौजूदगी जैसे धुप में बरसात होती हैं

कुछ जुडे तार अनकही रिस्तो से होते हैं
किसी के दोस्ती तले छुपी कोई और बात होती हैं
कुछ रिश्तो को समज ने में अरसा लग जाता हैं
कुछ रिश्तो को जान ने से भी पहले  एक अटूट विश्वास होता हैं

कुछ रिश्तो की यादो में एक मीठी सी महक होती हैं
कुछ रिश्तो में सिमटी कुछ खुशियाँ खास होती हैं
कुछ लोग भुलाने की बातें करते हैं
पर कैसे कोई कहे  उन  रिस्तो की महक से यह ज़िन्दगी कितनी हसीं होती हैं

इन रिश्तो की तजुर्बे से आगे बदना सिखा हैं हमने
इन रिश्तो के पेचीदे रास्तो में चलना सिखा हैं हमने
उनका एहसास बचपन से अब तक करते हैं हम
क्योंकी इन रिश्तो से ही जीना सिखा हैं हमने और तुमने!

- किरण हेगड़े

UnAnswerable Question or Unquestionble Answer?

Just read this lines on somebody’s note



"The meaning of life is not an unanswerable question but an unquestionable answer"

Sometimes we just go about with lot of insecurity admist all the security
Indulge in self doubt for no proper reasons at all
Keep searching for solutions of THE PROBLEMS that doesn’t exist and thinking of a potential problems wherein no issues existed!
It is similar to “who moved my cheese?” story where we keep on analyzing things just to complicate things where in actually no prob actually exists….
The Big time prob with it is Simple!!
One loses his self confidence, gets involves in self doubt, and correctly speaking keeps wasting time on unimportant self doubt activities…
Not that we don’t know this but why do we still do it???

Home Sweet Home

Its almost an year since I have had my first taste of independent stay away from cozy umbrella of Parents at home. Quite obvious but as many others I too have my own different set of tastes . First cool treat at Infy Mysore to pathetic loneliness of Hyderabad to Comfortable Bangalore to friendly Pune. But most important the experience of coming home has become altogether different changing little each time.



Developed stronger friends , friendship has become more dear and valuable but somehow gravity of interest in hangouts/picnics has reduced.I have certainly not become introvert but certainly become more comfortable in solitude.


A small sense of freedom of staying away from home seems to spread wings at the same time having a comfortable pull of the discipline inculcate at home.


Back home my own place seems to be a bit unfamiliar sometimes. My own drawer where I used to subconsciously place my usual daily accessories has become a bit unhabituated sometimes. You cant do a lot of things like unusual loud singing, dancing at anytime..Suddenly going on ride at night…etc…etc


But one thing we observe in any case there can be nothing as comfortable as home.


And nobody can love u as selflessly as ur own parents and no where will you find the warmnt as in ur own home.

Last day at Infosys

Cross posted from InfyBlogs
Dated : 18/01/2010

Hi Friends,

As some of you already know, today is my last day in Infosys.
Journey of 38 months had been nonetheless a roller-coaster ride…
Trying to thanks each one of you in this journey and re-calling a few sentimental encounters alike goes hand in hand with a risk of appearing a melodramatic fool but kindly let me take this small risk.... ;-)
This single mail I must confess can never be a tautology that could embrace and account for all my good times here but I will try my best to acknowledge all who have made this journey memorable.

My experience in Infy was an enriching one, technically, professionally & personally as I moved from ANAD – MFGD – BCMD (with D-dreams :D)


It is simply amazing yet true how in the course of slogging to meet the deadlines; listening to PMs and TLs about how I can do better; bunking our breakfast/lunches; crying out when losing all hopes to debug, we develop a strong and silent bond with "Infosys". However, one can’t forget to mention what great fun it was to spend 2 hours at lunch; picking the bag and sneaking from PA's eye to leave by 5:30; sometimes just wasting time for an hour for a "tea-break", etc., etc..

My whole-hearted thanks to all my managers and co-workers for your cooperation, support, guidance, help and inspiration.

Apart from work 2 more entities making this Journey memorable,
How can I forget to thank it 

1.Abhivyakti – The Infy Pune Cultural Club (as mentioned by our beloved core member), is like Java, it’s both a platform and language, it’s truly been coming together of like-minded people as well as a platform to showcase their existing talent and also teaching and learning from each other.


I am extremely thankful for giving opportunity to do a wide range of activities like dance (which used to extend late nights even post midnights ), Organizing (I will miss the mails and phone sessions), Skit (redoing till we get proper tone and expressions), Compeering (Trying to be funny without a Joke K), preparing Mailers (multiple reviews changing it multiple times :-S ), to some extent coding also(:P not really coding) giving a memorable On-Stage and Back-Stage experience.

I am extremely thankful to its strong pillar core-committee always being with me to guide me through as well as giving me an opportunity to be a part of it.

2. Jyot - I would say has been more of learning for me than to teach, the enthusiasm by housekeeping and volunteers alike had always been the supporting spark clearly visible in eyes of each one. Many thanks to it. Its video is a beloved memory for me to carry.

A dream called Infosys is over now and it’s time to move on with my Goals.

I hope I have shared a unique camaraderie which I hope will continue in the years to come even thought I shall not be here,

Please hit Ctrl+Shift+R giving one piece of gyan, (Copying your personal id) as a testimony of it
I wish you all the very best for your bright future and wish we meet up sometime and revisit the time we spent here.


“We meet to create memories. But we depart to preserve it,

Meeting and departing is the way of life but Departing and Meeting again is the hope of life”

This is meant to be not a good bye only “Hasta Luego” or “see you later”. Do stay in touch!

Warmest Regards,
Kiran Hegde


On Orkut and facebook – Kiran Hegde (hegdekiranr[at]gmail[dot]com)

Unwatched Life around us!

Few days back as i just walked home i saw a documentary on National Geo Channel.
It was something that we tend to ignore or it just passes by around us in our day to day travel in Mumbai.

It was about Street Kids, Railway Hawkers n all....
A closer zoom into their lives how they live, what they think,
What they do and what they think about everything they do....
Is it being a little difficult to relate.... Stay tuned :)
L

First of all I would say it was just awesome...
Railways have a small court of themselves to solve smaller issues.
E.g. Hawkers
Now the interesting part Hawkers side of the story... getting caught means paying fine and most important of all loss of one day of income for them
The Judge himself was making statement: "These ppl keep coming back because this is their source of income and unlike what we think." He adds sadly, "and it’s my job to do this"(which includes collecting fine and etc)
Next scene was this lady hawker's latest triumph - buying a small flat in Nalasophara . That was indeed a good side.

Other side of the story was a Street Kid.
It was sad how these kids indulge into various activities from smoking cigarettes to weeds (called ganga) where actually obtaining food also i would say is an achievement for them.
They do odd jobs, intend to change jobs very often, afraid of being caught by the police they will be questioned about their parents and be sent back to their homes. :O This i when i exclaimed are they run-away kids.

Few words of wisdom (provided they take it) and likewise education might change their lives but who will make it available for them...
And even if it’s available will they take it?

Farewell to Bangalore

Finally it like my 5 months of waiting for getting transferred to Pune has neared…
Now as I look back that I m gonna leave Bangalore a nostalgic feeling engulfs me. I can just see I have become more attachéd to Bangalore than even Mysore. I have ultimately developed stronger friends after coming to Bangalore(Though they may not be in Bangalore) than had in training days in Mysore
May be I personally don’t meet them everyday but single “hi” in the hectic schedule has become more valuable. I have tend to have note genuinity in simple “how r u” and my “how r u :” is also embedded with genuine concern now-a-days
Happy to think as I look back , there were no fights but constant pulling legs. The chuckles and laughs still keep clinging my ears. The vibrations of EOD shout @ home “MAMU” and he replying back “YES BHANJE” still there in my ears. The smell of cool office air still seems to fill my nose…
I am persistent on going to Pune but I have to say that I m attached to Bangalore
Only that I can say is
I LOVE BANGALORE and will keep missing u allllll!!!!
Please stay in touch FOREVER!!!

Kya Sikhati hai Zindagi

Pal pal nayi sabak sikhati hai Zindagi
Waqt Waqt nayi rah dikhati hai Zindagi
Jab sochta hu ki sikh liya hai abb maine
Phir kyu jane nayi paheliya bujati hai Zindagi

Jab Tairta hu to Sagar dikhati hai Zindagi
Jab Doudta hu to pahadiyo ki choti dikhati hai Zindagi
Jab lagta hai kisi seema par pohoch gaya
Tab jane kyu nayiii aseemtaaye dikhati hai Zindagi

Kabhi badalo me udne ki chah deti hai Zindagi
Kabhi Taro ko chuh jane ki chah deti hai Zindagi
Aur jab ye chaho ki leher utthi hai mann me
Tab jane kyu zameen par reh kar kya kiya puch utthi hai Zindagi

Shayad sahi waqt bata rahi hai zindagi
Shayad sahi disha dikha rahi hai zindagi
Aur jab hum use dund rahe hote hai yaha waha
Tab shayab
Har waqt aur har rah par safalta hoti hai
ye dikhati hai Zindagi

-Kiran Hegde

Zindagi jeena sikh liya hai maine

Tut te pal me hasna sikh liya
Gehre Gham me muskurana sikh liya
Ab zindagi shayad zyada muskhil nahi
Jab GHAM ke pyale ko hi pina sikh liya

Logo par bharosa kam karna sikh liya hai maine
Dosto se umeede kam rakhna sikh liya hai maine
Ab zindagi shayad zyada muskhil nahi
Jab Apne aap se jo Dosti ki hai
Usme hi khush rehna sikh liya hai maine

Ab kisiko na dundna sikh liya hai maine
Ab kisiko na chahna sikh liya hai maine
Ab zindagi shayad zyada muskhil nahi jab
kisi ki yaado me na rona
bikul bhi na rona sikha liya hai hai maine

Sikhte Sikhte ache logo ko pehchan na sikha hai maine
Sikhte Sikhte muskil me majje karna bhi sikh liya hai maine
Ab zindagi shayad zyada muskhil nahi

Kyunki ki
Shayad Zindagi jeena sikh liya hai maine

--Kiran Hegde