Today we have completed 50 years of India's first television channel, Doordarshan, or should say "Indian television".
Today television has become an integral part of our life and we cannot imagine passing a day without watching it. It is a source of entertainment, relaxation and time-pass for most of us. Its also a source of latest news, information and update analysis.
Going into the past & memories down the lane...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Independent or self-dependent?
When we were in college (especially 4th year), most of us wanted to get a good job... The day we get jobs, we are very happy… as we are going to start our own life… life towards our financial independence… so that we don’t have to ask parents for monthly expenses.
After having a work experience of 3 yrs, I doubt if we can still say ourselves financially independent.
The more we grow... more we earn... the more our liabilities increase. Higher you grow, higher is the social status u need to maintain: a high-end cell phone, a good 2-wheeler/4-wheeler, good dressing style… etcetera etc. And, once you are married, you are gone. You can’t even dream of a situation when you are not earning.
So, I think, it will not be wrong in saying that even after earning 30-40K per month, we are not financially independent. Only the dependency has shifted from parents to self.
Well well well… just to clarify… nothing went wrong on my professional life in this recession time… but its just a thought which came in my mind IF I can even think of taking some risk in life and move back to pursue my interest & passion (details about it sometime later :) )
Saturday, September 05, 2009
True Love
Have you ever imagined what is true love?
See this video and you will realise.
NOTE: God may not take this test of love from anyone.
Ramayan on facebook
If facebook would have been available at the time of Ramayan, then what would have been the activity notifications on Facebook?Any guesses?Just visit: http://www.themattefinish.com/
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Happy Independence Day!!!
Wishing you all on our country's 63rd Independence Day.
Lets decide that we all will do something for our country in whatever form we can.
Vande Mataram !!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Employees in recession!
Today i got a mail from a friend explaining a story about recession & its effects on employees (mainly those employees who actually work so that company gets the revenue). I would like to share that story with you all.
Disclaimer: Following story is an art of imagination with some tints of (hidden) truth in it. Your views may differ (but i am sure that unless you are above a level of Director, you will also agree to it).
Sandeep received HIS pink slip today. He is shattered. He has worked very hard for three years. Suddenly the market is on a downward spiral, the company is not doing so well, and he is left without a job. How will he pay his bills now? How will he repay his EMI? What will he do?
He went to his boss. The boss said, "The management said that I don't need a 10-member team; I can do with seven. So I was asked to give pink slips to three." "Why me?" demanded Sandeep. The boss explained, "We looked at your appraisal from last year and you were the second lowest, so I had to let you go. I am sorry." Sandeep started raising his voice, "You were the one who said that this appraisal business is all humbug, something you really don't believe in it. You only said that it was process and as far as you were concerned, it was just a tick mark. I believed you. And now it has cost me my job." "I am sorry," said boss, refusing to meet his eye. There was one thing Sandeep's boss did not tell him about — the managers meeting where everyone made a list of their favourites and subsequently found reasons to put the rest on the chopping block. The method of elimination — appraisal scores in some cases, insubordination in another — did not matter to the management. What mattered was the reduction in headcount. Costs had to be brought down. The CFO does not know Sandeep's name. For him Sandeep is but a statistic. All he told his CEO was, "We cannot pay all of them so let's reduce headcount from 120 to110 or maybe 100." The CEO said, "Maybe there is another option; we can reduce the salaries of the top management." The CFO glared at the CEO and said, "You can reduce your salary but not mine." None of the management was willing to cut their salary; so jobs had to go. Reasons were elaborately created to justify the pink slip. Now Sandeep has to fend for himself. He has no one's patronage. He is no one's favourite. He is a man without a leader.
One of the several versions of the story goes that there was a king, sometime identified as Harishchandra and sometime identified Ambarisha, who had an attack of dropsy — his body swelled up with fluid. He prayed to Varuna, god of water, and said, "If I am cured, I will sacrifice my son." As soon as he said this, he was cured. His limbs became normal. His fingers and face were no longer bloated. "My sacrifice?" asked Varuna. Now that he was cured, the king found it harder to part with his son. So he called the wise men of his kingdom, and told them to find a way out. "How can I make Varuna happy without losing my son?" he asked.
The wise men said a son is defined in many ways according to the scriptures: one is the son you produce biologically, another is the son who is adopted and finally there is another son that you can buy. On hearing this king said, "Go buy me a son." The wise men went around the kingdom, but no man was willing to sell their son. How can our king ask us to part with a son, they wondered. Who would do such a thing?
After a long search, the wise men found a poor priest willing to sell his son for the price of 100 cows. His name was Ajigarta. He said, "I have three sons. I will not sell my eldest son because he is very dear to me, and I cannot sell the youngest because he is dear to his mother. I will sell my middle son, Sunahshepa, because I have no choice. I am very poor and I need to feed my family."
Thus, Sunahshepa became the son of the king and was brought to the palace on a golden palanquin. He was quite excited until, after being fed and clothed and given gifts meant for princes, he was taken and tied to a sacrificial post. "You, Sunahshepa, are to be sacrificed to Varuna so that your father, the king, is free of debt," said the wise men. Realising his hopeless situation, Sunahshepa began to cry.
The executioner was called to sacrifice the boy. "I will not sacrifice the boy; he is no criminal," said the executioner. The butcher was called to sacrifice the boy. "I will not sacrifice the boy, he is no animal," said the butcher. The priests were told to sacrifice the boy. "We will not sacrifice the boy. That is not part of our responsibility," said the priests. Suddenly a voice rang across the sacrificial hall, "I will. I will. For 100 more cows." It was Ajigarta, Sunahshepa's father.
Aghast, everybody looked at the father, and said, "When you sold your son, your reason was poverty. What is your reason now?" "Why should I feel ashamed," said Ajigarta, "When the king is not ashamed to sacrifice one of his subjects to save his son."
Watching his father move towards the chopping block, axe in hand, Sunahshepa realised he had no one he could turn to, neither father nor king. In despair, he raised his head and sang prayers, begging for divine intervention. The scriptures say Varuna was moved by the prayers; he saved the boy, cured the king and all ended well. But did it actually?
There are many Sunahshepas in the corporate world – victims of greed, stripped of livelihood because someone wants to protect favourites, someone wants reduction in head count and no one wants reduction in their own salary. Sunahshepas are created when leaders refuse to make sacrifices of their own.
He went to his boss. The boss said, "The management said that I don't need a 10-member team; I can do with seven. So I was asked to give pink slips to three." "Why me?" demanded Sandeep. The boss explained, "We looked at your appraisal from last year and you were the second lowest, so I had to let you go. I am sorry." Sandeep started raising his voice, "You were the one who said that this appraisal business is all humbug, something you really don't believe in it. You only said that it was process and as far as you were concerned, it was just a tick mark. I believed you. And now it has cost me my job." "I am sorry," said boss, refusing to meet his eye. There was one thing Sandeep's boss did not tell him about — the managers meeting where everyone made a list of their favourites and subsequently found reasons to put the rest on the chopping block. The method of elimination — appraisal scores in some cases, insubordination in another — did not matter to the management. What mattered was the reduction in headcount. Costs had to be brought down. The CFO does not know Sandeep's name. For him Sandeep is but a statistic. All he told his CEO was, "We cannot pay all of them so let's reduce headcount from 120 to110 or maybe 100." The CEO said, "Maybe there is another option; we can reduce the salaries of the top management." The CFO glared at the CEO and said, "You can reduce your salary but not mine." None of the management was willing to cut their salary; so jobs had to go. Reasons were elaborately created to justify the pink slip. Now Sandeep has to fend for himself. He has no one's patronage. He is no one's favourite. He is a man without a leader.
One of the several versions of the story goes that there was a king, sometime identified as Harishchandra and sometime identified Ambarisha, who had an attack of dropsy — his body swelled up with fluid. He prayed to Varuna, god of water, and said, "If I am cured, I will sacrifice my son." As soon as he said this, he was cured. His limbs became normal. His fingers and face were no longer bloated. "My sacrifice?" asked Varuna. Now that he was cured, the king found it harder to part with his son. So he called the wise men of his kingdom, and told them to find a way out. "How can I make Varuna happy without losing my son?" he asked.
The wise men said a son is defined in many ways according to the scriptures: one is the son you produce biologically, another is the son who is adopted and finally there is another son that you can buy. On hearing this king said, "Go buy me a son." The wise men went around the kingdom, but no man was willing to sell their son. How can our king ask us to part with a son, they wondered. Who would do such a thing?
After a long search, the wise men found a poor priest willing to sell his son for the price of 100 cows. His name was Ajigarta. He said, "I have three sons. I will not sell my eldest son because he is very dear to me, and I cannot sell the youngest because he is dear to his mother. I will sell my middle son, Sunahshepa, because I have no choice. I am very poor and I need to feed my family."
Thus, Sunahshepa became the son of the king and was brought to the palace on a golden palanquin. He was quite excited until, after being fed and clothed and given gifts meant for princes, he was taken and tied to a sacrificial post. "You, Sunahshepa, are to be sacrificed to Varuna so that your father, the king, is free of debt," said the wise men. Realising his hopeless situation, Sunahshepa began to cry.
The executioner was called to sacrifice the boy. "I will not sacrifice the boy; he is no criminal," said the executioner. The butcher was called to sacrifice the boy. "I will not sacrifice the boy, he is no animal," said the butcher. The priests were told to sacrifice the boy. "We will not sacrifice the boy. That is not part of our responsibility," said the priests. Suddenly a voice rang across the sacrificial hall, "I will. I will. For 100 more cows." It was Ajigarta, Sunahshepa's father.
Aghast, everybody looked at the father, and said, "When you sold your son, your reason was poverty. What is your reason now?" "Why should I feel ashamed," said Ajigarta, "When the king is not ashamed to sacrifice one of his subjects to save his son."
Watching his father move towards the chopping block, axe in hand, Sunahshepa realised he had no one he could turn to, neither father nor king. In despair, he raised his head and sang prayers, begging for divine intervention. The scriptures say Varuna was moved by the prayers; he saved the boy, cured the king and all ended well. But did it actually?
There are many Sunahshepas in the corporate world – victims of greed, stripped of livelihood because someone wants to protect favourites, someone wants reduction in head count and no one wants reduction in their own salary. Sunahshepas are created when leaders refuse to make sacrifices of their own.
Sandeep's story has been told in the Mahabharata. His name was Sunahshepa then.
Points To Ponder
- Sunahshepa is one denied shelter by both father and king
- His sacrifice has nothing to do with king's health or father's poverty but has everything to do with greed
- Greed erodes the very notion of leadership
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