its me!!

Its been almost one year that I am at Jamshedpur or Jampot, as its lovingly called. The moment I came here, I started searching for a dance class so that I can continue with the only passion I have. It was a pleasant surprise when I got to know that Remo (Dance India Dance fame) has started a dance class here and one of his students teaches. I went to the place and asked for the class. I got the phone number instead. At that time it was closed. I called the person to enquire about the starting of the class. I got the info that it will take at least a couple of weeks before it starts again. Its been 52 weeks since then. Some jhol had happened between the people. Finally I am not going to get the opportunity to learn more dance here. I have heard that there is a Saroj Khan dance class as well. Got the number, will call tomorrow. Fingers are crossed. I so wish it exists and exists in good conditions. Amen!

Today I attended a class of Managerial Competencies and Career Development (MCCD). We were supposed to ORCE (Observe, Record, Classify, Evaluate) the behavioural aspects of one candidate out of six present there for a Group Discussion. The GD was about a candidate to be sent abroad to develop the person into a manager, who would be ready to take up responsibilities in foreign business, work well in uncertain conditions of job, well educated and so on. Each of the six persons was the Head of one department and each had a candidate. The discussion started and the time limit was 30 minutes, which btw was sheer torture for those who were ORCEing it. Ideally, the best candidate was to be selected out of the six. The Heads were supposed to put forward the application of their candidates but the primary concern was to be the 'Organizational Perspective' so that the organization gains in the end. When the GD started, one person started about his candidate, communicated all the grand th

There is no worse situation in life of a man than finding his father looking weak. The father can not be weak. He is THE hero, the first macho man that a boy comes across at the age of 3 years, when he is smart enough to look at and understand the world somewhat. He is HIM for the boy, the God whom no one can defeat. The boy finds pride when someone appreciates dad than the dad himself. Any mention of the boy resembling his dad gives strange pleasure which no one else can share. All the above mentioned feelings I have had as a child, boy and now as a man. I have cried for my dad, have taken offenses, had fights with my sisters and mom whenever they dared to disrespect him, even mildly. Not that I never fought with him. Of course I have. No father-son relationship is complete without a major disagreement or difference of opinions of both of them on next to everything, be it academics, cricket match, mom etc. Throughout my life, and earlier, my father has been a rebel, an egoist and a ma

I was watching 'Anand' tonight. A small thing stuck me. AB used to write diary daily. This was impressive. My grand father used to do the same and so did Anne Frank. More than anything else, what struck me most was the regularity and discipline which is needed to do this. So here is the plan: I will start writing something good/bad/beautiful/ugly that happened the very day. I will also write about some feelings which I wish to express but do not have people around to do the same. I so hope and wish that this desire is fulfilled. Lets see how committed I am towards the goals!