NO WAY OUT

I am writing this blog with a very heavy heart.It is a day when 17 Indian soldiers in Kashmir have lost their lives owing to an avalanche of snow.

It has been snowing very heavily in Kashmir near the disputed Indo-Pak border,and these soldiers were stationed at a camp near the border.What is most disturbing is the fact that I saw this news on BBC and no Indian news channel covered this story.

What the Indian media is busy covering, is the on going battle of words between shiv sena and shahrukh khan. CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THIS.

I switch on the Tv and all I get to see and hear on the Indian news channel is shahrukh khan explaining how much Indian he is or some jurno asking the shiv sena, why they resort to violence in their means or for that matter why the ruling party in the state of Maharashtra,the congress is impotent and not acting against this Gunda Raj(Thackrey).No pun intended.

This is the so called BREAKING NEWS when we have a price rise situation,a 24/7 active terror threat from a neighboring country, army men dying for no reason, Maoists ripping apart the country,no infra in place for the upcoming Hockey world cup or the common-wealth games,drunk drivers mowing down innocent people and cops(sorry cant use innocent for cops),

infinite unsolved murder cases looming straight in our faces.

Now I am no economist or whatever shit it is called but I don't understand ,Why on earth are we facing a price rise situation when we have a expected GDP growth of 7.5% predicted for this year.

Have we as a country become so timid that a bunch of cock sucking,agenda less politcos can hold a country at ransom. Or have we become indifferent to our geo-political situation that we don't give a damn to whatever happens to the men gaurding us and have cocooned ourselves in a I-dont-give-a-fuck shell.

We all are looking for an easy way out out of the issues that dont affect us first hand.

I wont be cynical enough to say that it might just be us facing the music next,but one thing I can say is that there is NO WAY OUT of this shell.

I guess lighting up a candle at India gate makes us more Indian than standing up to the values we believe in, atleast on paper .

The only thing that unites us is the Dlf IPL ,or discussing neighbour country bashing while having a beer,tweeting our support for shahrukh khan against the mindless apes,joining a group on facebook to save the tigers..GIMME A BREAK.

Now this is no time to get patriotic(no Indo-pak cricket match is on),but I wonder if ever a movie called The Last Patriot(references from the last samurai) is made ,on whom would it be based/inspired on...me??

Indian Born Confused Desi

Why MBA??

This is the foremost question asked by any B school interview panelist.WHY MBA???

And you have to give them an explanation which is comprehensive enough to explain your passion for an MBA apart from the sole reason you studied for the GMAT (it is your window to earn big bucks!!)

Ever since I started working full tme, I became aware of the fact that education is KING.If you have big acronyms at the end of your name,you are seen as a shark in the corporate pond,else you are just a small tadpole waiting to be gobbled up by the next big thing with degrees as sharp as their teeth.

My fascination for an MBA became even more intense since I came been back from my American holiday.It truly is a land of opportunities.No matter how wierd Americans are(or atleast they seem so),you cannot take away the fact that they invented computers,planes,elecricity,cars....I am sure back in the day ,the guys who would have invented the wheel and fire would have had American passports and would be living on McDonalds and Burger King).

So without further adieu ,here are my raison d'etre for a top B school MBA.
(These are ofcourse different from what I will be explaining the panelist...)

5.To be the best you got to beat the best. It is a well known fact that whoever is at the zenith of their careers in the big corporate world is a top B school grad(either a Wharton,LSB or a Insead,ofcourse except for 2 crazy dropouts,courtsey of whom I am able to type my blog in MS word while listening to eminem on my ipod!!).

4. The world is your oyster.After an international degree , you can apply for jobs even in Nebraska(not that I would want to live there),but it is your ticket to international work experience.Imagine working with a chinese guy, supervising a chica and reporting to an Irish.

3.Career Shift.Now,if as a software guy ,I am more interested in the marketing strategy of Cadburys, then I need to address my creative intellect than worry about some vague IP addresses .
Life is too short and to be caught up in the wrong job is suicidcal .

2.Climbing the Corporate ladder.True that non MBA's are successful too,but a phoren MBA gives u the extra punch to climb up faster.

1.Bet big or go home.It gives me a chance to shun mediocricity and achieve immortality.Personally speaking , I have a lot to prove ,more to myself than to anybody. Big promises have gone flat but My motto is simple "Live for nothing or Die for Something".

Bring it on to win it!!

Who Dares Wins

The reason my blog is titled "Who Dares Wins" is solely because I respect those who follow their heart ,take the road less travelled by, fail, fail again and then rise from the ashes to prove that life is all about surprises and not following a written code.

I choose to dare .

Well,right now I am no different from my fellow peers ,slogging in the software industry.But I know in the coming days I will break the cord that attaches me to mediocrity.

Some people get high by having drugs ,some just by booze.For some its adventure sports like para gliding or bungee jumping but if you ask me ,there is not a bigger high than quitting your (not so likable) job on your own terms.Its like getting a blowjob while para gliding!!

To be honest ,I have never really liked my job.Well initially a software job is like a dream for a mediocre but arrogant ,cocky but broke bloke like me who has a lot to prove to the world and show that he is more than just a die hard romeo.

But trust me ,you cant live in this environment for long specially when you are being paid shit for doing shit!!

I know for long that I will quit from my position of a very respectable Senior project Engineer(yes, thats the title they give for somewhat senior shitters).

The idea of resigning first crossed my mind when I had to wake up in the early mornings of Delhi December chill to struggle my way to office just to have coffee,lunch and evening tea(this would explain my being mediocre).Very suitably ,in puckka delhi fashion I had " I AM IN NO HURRY..I AM ON MY WAY TO WORK",printed in bold letters at the back of my car.

I know I am made for better things(I guess this takes care of the arrogant part), than just working with inhumans(in my case huge Servers) and that I am fucking with my time while trying to explaing people why their system is not responding to a server in Sweeden.

But I continue explaining other software engineers as to why their computer is so dumb and cannot pick signals from a server which is located only a few hundred thousand miles away from them.(I suppose computers were invented to help humans solve their problems but now we have a huge workforce dedicated in unraveling the enigma of computer puzzles).

I know I am just delaying the inevitable,but trust me ,the most difficult aspect of a software job(no ,its not getting it and neither is it keeping it),is quitting it.You wake up every morning having slept the last night convincing yourself that tomorrow is your last working day .You start your windows ,which non software people call as move on with your daily routine,reach office with a virus in your head ,referred as a fucking bad mood by non techies and start shitting which software guys call as programming!!

The only saving grace is that you know somewhere in the back of your twisted mind that all this can be ended by just saying 7 words(I will soon let you know what they are).

I am waiting for my time to come.

I know for sure that when I am face to face with reality and I can't take the smell any longer ,I will soon muster up the courage and blabber out those 7 words: SIR, APNI GAND MARAO.MAIN TO CHALA.