Monday, May 17, 2010

Streamlining everything

I was just reading an article about the developments that have taken place in China and the way it’s been reforming itself. Slowly, steadily and with a single minded determination the country has been pursuing development, snubbing aside and ignoring all contrary beliefs of the world meant at disparaging its efforts. This is one thing that I respect in the country irrespective all the histories India-China have had.

On the other hand, we Indians are like some hard skinned animals. We think of a way out when the problem arises. Forget any long term visions even the short term ones are on ad hoc basis. To put things exactly, for example, the development of road happens only when they develop deep fissures, cracks and craters; dams are built after years of flood which is simply meant to check them with no concern whatsoever of its long term impacts, urban population is on an exponential rise and there seems to be no method to check this. I am not saying that some people should be selectively granted access to uptown place but what I am saying is that some initiatives needs to be taken to create opportunities everywhere even if it means a loss to the government. Its impacts mayn’t be immediate but it would show results only in the long term. But of course, this is how most of the people think- “What’s the point of doing all this… bear a big loss, and not even be able to take its credit.” Compare this with China, their infra is one of the most robust in the whole world, and so much of detailed engineering goes into them that we cannot even think of being anywhere close to their expertise. Sadly, we simple remain mere bystanders and spectators to this continuous development taking place in our neighborhood.

So instead of taking on the whole problem in one go we can simple break the task into smaller parts and take on them individually, somewhat like guerilla warfare. Take this for example (I take this example because this is one of the immediate problems I see in front of my eyes now that I am in Kolkata).

All Kolkata looks to me is a land of blue/red/white buses and yellow taxies. The roads are always a stream of vehicles one following the other. The thing that bugs me the most is the enormous use of private transportation here. It might sound ridiculous to some people who might say what’s wrong in this! But I want to ask what’s so right about this? Imagine if one person consumes 5-6 lts of fuel per day, occupies ~ 30 sq feet area on road; calculate how much 1000 or more people commuting here would contribute to the figure everyday! Of course it would be immediately countered by the argument of comfort they get and ‘If-I-earn-I-will-spend’ theory. Now here’s a plan to accommodate these concerns also. Just streamline everything.

But before suggesting changes I will give a brief on the traffic concerns in the city as the traffic woes of this place is a different story altogether. Thanks to the huge Kolkata population, irrespective of 100s of buses, taxis and the underground metro, the supply still falls short of demand here. Buses are always overcrowded; taxis are always reserved and even breathing gets difficult in the metro during peak traffic hours. When I first came to the city, I was shocked to see how even older women had to chase buses/ shuttles to board them. Girls avoid public transports for safety reasons. So people are mostly forced with no choice here.

But the important question is what can be actually done. We cannot ignore the fact that people like co-habiting with people who they think are like them or better than them, in terms of financial status, standard of living, mindset etc. So I will accommodate this fact in this streamlining model of commutation in Kolkata that I want to suggest. Just like we have economy class, business class planes, the same can be created for buses also. Create an id-card system for all people which would give them selective access to different buses. Simple restrict or downsize the number of taxies plying on road say for example by some lottery system. I am not saying it’s easy but it can be implemented. Lots of other planning like finding some other employment method for the people who thus lose their business has also to be done simultaneously. These buses should be very well maintained and a limit should be put on the number of people who would be allowed to travel standing to avoid overcrowding. Any deviation by anyone should be dealt with very strictly. There should be well maintained bus stops and all buses should strictly ply on time. It looks very animal like the way these buses move with a conductor hanging and howling “hada hada hada” and 10-15 people shoving each other to get in.

However just changing one aspect won’t be effective or long lasting unless a holistic approach is taken. There are some of the areas where I think serious intervention is needed. These are things very obvious but just because our eyes have become used to it and hence we are okay to it doesn’t mean that they can be ignored. Places like Esplanade, Chandini chowk are like some archaic places with the buildings being monuments in themselves. And south-Kolkata, whenever I pass through the place I always have this feeling that it’s a hub of infiltrated Bangladeshis. They are so much a part of Kolkata and the pathetic ambience there is so obvious that no local person here would even notice anything wrong.

Nobody likes changes which is even a law of nature (remember Newton’s 1st law- the law of inertia) and more when it is abrupt. However, if some drastic measures are not taken things will never go towards improvement but towards deterioration.

Friday, May 14, 2010

May 13
I just had a nightmare which made me wake up with a startle. I don’t want to write about it though. But what it made me realize is the one thing that I love, cherish, treasure and prize the most. Something without which, I don’t see how my life can further- My parents. I know you should never love something so much but I just can’t help it. So this blog is dedicated to them.
Touchwood Touchwood Touchwood Touchwood Touchwood
It’s about love so unconditional, so selfless, so true, so pure that it’s not earthly. Yeah they are my parents. These bonds run so so deep that realization won’t come until it snaps (heaven forbid). The roughest time I have had with them was during my teens. I won’t blame anyone for this though... There was serious miscommunication between us. I was all very irate and irascible and they had no clue about my “ridiculous and absurd” behavior. But then you realize that just because they don’t understand doesn’t mean they don’t love you.
My mom is still a very child at heart. I always wonder how she can manage to remain all cheerful most of the time, no matter what happens. She is like the most talkative person in house and when my sis and she come together, it’s like they get topics pouring down from all over the world to talk about. I keep thinking how they can talk absolutely inane stuff for so long. However, when it comes to communication between us, it’s like her thoughts goes in one frequency and mine in a completely different range. The only thing that she understands is that I am sad and that I need to be happy no matter how. And until I am happy she would keep on suggesting her ‘innovative solutions’ and ultimately assign it to some rahu-sani graha dosa. (For starters, she is an astrologer.) I really enjoy taunting her about her astrology stuffs which “runs the world and all our actions are dictated by some loony poor planet doing their sentence revolving around sun”. However jokes apart, knowing the fact that someone becomes sad when you are sad makes them so much adorable that it’s indescribable.
Now about papa..They are just so opposite. My communication is better with him than the same with mom. He also can’t see me sad and would end up becoming sad himself. His favorite topic of discussion when I go home is talking about all the funny theories of mummy and complaining about her ways. Nywz, I just don’t know how and what I can write which will rightly portray the bonds and their love for me. Touchwood!

Hi all. My internships are on and all google links are blocked in office . Somehow I got an access through a datacard. So posting two blogs which were lying in my system together..

Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Forest

Writing some arbit stuff based on my mood.. don't try to make sense out of it :\

The smoky forest stood there as ever so wet and gloomy

Coexisting with the endless tranquil river with its meandering ways

Some trees so tall and some frail, needing support, stood there as nothing ever changed

The lull so chilling and the silence so grieving

Towered by mountains all around were they

Sometimes it snowed and sometimes it rained

But they still stood there impasse

Did they ever talk or are they maimed forever..?

Are they not scared of the emptiness surrounding?

Voices is all that I strained to hear

Nights were even more eerie

Was the place haunted?

But they never seemed to complain..

Maybe they were content for they were at least together

For at least the river flowed by their side never failing to water them

For at least the sun shone on them, embracing their leaves with warmth

They seemed to say "we are similarly unique so together"

The same water seeps through our body and the same wind touches us all

Maybe that is how they talk..

For words are not the only means to communicate

An eternal bliss they seemed to enjoy quite oblivious to the world outside

To the wood cutter who would brutally cut them to fill his needs

Maybe this is why the mountain existed

Protected them from invaders and not to forget brought them the rain..

The life of the forest thus ran deep unoblivious to the world outside

But fitting everything together like a jigsaw

Each complimenting the other, creating a small world of their own.


Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Life @ MBA Part 1 (Pre-MBA phase)

This is one topic on which I wanted to write since long. In this part I will write about my experience before I joined XIM.

I will start from a year before I joined XIMB. I was the so called "engineer" not quite sure what to do in life when I reached my 4th year.

Option1- M tech

Noooooooooo! Two more years doing the same thing.. Well couldn't bear the idea :\

Option2- "Software engineer"

Well is a good back up and I was placed in Infy but no one i guess, if had any other choice would go for this choice.

Option 3- MBA

Well my papa was actually very interested in this and even though I was not sure I went along with the big junta who went for the evening IMS classes, talked at length about the mocks for the whole sunday and surfed pagalguy frequently. Well it was also a kind of fun for me as I got a break from same tasting topics I used to read in engineering. So this seemed the best choice to me of the three. Another reason which made me choose this option was that in my third year I had given the free mock test of IMS and had unexpectedly got good score so I thought maybe I should give it a shot.

But that is not the end to it. Its not the MBA part which attracted me really. It was rather like going back to old times, solving the similar type of quant problems as my school maths, solving the DI questions etc which I liked. I gave all the mocks religiously but I won't say it was with energy or passion. My scores went from high to abysmally low to medium to good. It had become pretty frustrating and disappointing in between.I would come after the mock , see pagalguy, curse the guys who would have got a pretty good score by my standard and would have written "OMG! I screwed it all blah blah n I won't clear cutoffs." I would sit there for an hour or two with my mother repeatedly calling me to have my food. Sometimes the results would be okay and sometimes disappointing. Nevertheless I went on that way and then came November.

CAT din't go very good. I kind of panicked to see the uneven distribution with more weightage given to English. Missed out some easy DI sets. Anyways a different story. XAT was also not so good. Well the examination story will require another blog so will write in short here. After a few more similar debacles I had lost all hopes of doing MBA that year for I didn't have the patience or energy to stretch it any longer. I remember there was a day when I was very very depressed and I had stopped talking to everyone. I was sad because I felt as if I had failed my parents. Well I had a conversation with papa that night and felt a bit good as he was very supportive. Then miraculously, in a day or two XIMB was out with its list and like a small ray of hope I saw the healing words "Congratulations ! you have been selected for the next round of GDPI". The only downside was I had just managed to slip in by .05 percentile and that would ultimately affect my overall score. nevertheless I decided to give it my best shot 'coz nothing to lose. I also got a call from IMT -G which I had applied after the CAT scores were out and IMT extended deadline (was stupid enough not to have applied to any any college separately which used CAT score). Then again started another phase of preparation for GDPI in IMS. Again ups and downs started with me constantly doubting how to make it with the paltry score. Infact there was guy from XIMB , 2nd yr, who had come to take our GD PI sessions and had said me flatly that there is not even .5 % chance that "I with my confused thoughts can ever make it to XIMB". Well I won't say it was ok, but Iwas really very sad after that. Somehow I integrated myself back and then GDPI happened finally. GD was okay, PI was good .Thank god the panel asked me maths questions and it was good. Then was the time for results. The seat increase story will require another blog altogether...nevertheless it increased and I was finally selected into XIMB. When I got the news I felt really great not because I was to do MBA but because I had proved many people wrong and more because papa was really happy on my selection. Mummy was happy because I could stay in Bhubaneswar near them :\.

And then I entered XIMB where a new chapter of my life has begun. More about it in the next part :).

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Utopia

My eyes looks and looks into the limits of the horizon, fathoming the empty lands all around. I see a variety of trees .. some flowering and some with fruits.I enjoy the flowers from a distance for they are to be admired and admired and just that. The fruits I am scared to eat for I don't know what it will do to me as I don't know them for sure..I go back to my safety haven, the big banyan tree, where I take rest when the sun is too harsh. I start walking again. I try to pick small flowers on the way but ouch! have got pricked many a times so I am way to careful now.I see many people around ..but Alas! Why cant they hear me ? Is my voice too soft or is there no medium through which sound waves can travel.. Nonetheless faint voices keep coming to me from somewhere or the other.I still move on and on, singing some tune to myself at times or simply look around exploring places. When suddenly some sweet fragrance catches my imagination, I block them fast for I know that it might be from the carnivorous pitcher plant. A moment of pleasure can result in a prolonged pain. Control your senses rather then them controlling you. Cynical, I guess ... But thats the only defense I know! I feel exhausted of the long tiring journey and I want to sleep for a while. But how can I take a peaceful nap in an unknown place I am not sure of..so i keep moving till I can locate some familiarity and security. Moreover, the vice called 'greed' also takes over me at times which pushes me to find something still better. But thats not the only reason of why I am still moving... I am moving because of the hope that someday even I will find my 'Utopia'.