What my English teachers taught me :)

June 18, 2012 at 10:13 pm | Posted in fun, humour, india, knowledge | Leave a comment
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Ha Ha ha..


Physics or Nothing

June 8, 2012 at 12:27 am | Posted in fun, humour, india, knowledge | Leave a comment
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All science is either physics or stamp collecting.

Welcome back! We waited for this day…. Music review of movie Yeh Khula Aasman

April 28, 2012 at 12:16 am | Posted in india, music, poem | 1 Comment

When I was a kid, I used to worship Anand-Milind. And I can feel the same joy listening to a new album by them. I have tried to keep the review as honest as possible.

I could not get a better title than this one for this album. This album marks a comeback for Anand-Milind in bollywood and what a way to comeback. I have not heard such music in past many years. The lyrics are written by Ravi Chopra. He has done a remarkable job in writing the lyrics.

There are total 6 tracks in this album. I cannot rate anyone over the other. If I have to give ratings to any one of them above the others, I would better not rate anyone then.

The album starts with Aari Aari Aari Pawan, beautifully sung by Suresh Wadekar ji. This song should be put in the same league as the classics by Jaidev sahab. Probably this has to be the best song of Suresh Wadekar after Seene Mein Jalan from Gaban. Its a lullaby sung with extreme heart.

2nd and 3rd song of the album are the title songs of the movie. Kunal Ganjawala was right in accepting in a press conference that he has not sung these kind of songs before. The song takes a lot of pain out from you. They talk about the ups and downs of life a midst beautifully rendered piano and violin pieces. Five Star. This is a song that can be put in the same league as those by great Madan Mohan and R. D. Burman.

The 4th song of the album is Kya Tum Wahi Ho, sung by none other than Gayatri Ganjawala and Soham (In dino from Metro fame). To be very honest, I have not heard such a simple romantic number in past 7-8 years. The number is sweet with excellent lyrics. The use of recorder flute in the interlude is intelligent with the pieces adding to the overall theme of romance. “Kya Tum Khushi Ho” will definitely be one of the known numbers of 2012.

The 5th song is sung by none other than Raghubir Yadav himself. Its called “Ur Fur Kar”. Being originated from Madhya Pradesh, I found a lot of solace in listening to words like “kanni”, “pencha” etc. The song is a folk kinda song with some superb pieces of Harmonium (though done through VSTI plugins) and a fast paced dholak rhythm. Definitely a winner.

The last song of the album is a slow (but happy) version of Uri Fur Fur sung by Amey Date (Indian Idol fame). The song is the shortest in the movie with only close to 2 minutes, yet it still makes an impact on the listener. Thanks to excellent rhythms.

I wanted more from the album, not in terms of quality but in terms of quantity. क्या करें जी नहीं भरता अच्छे गाने सुनते हुए| Thanks a ton for Gitanjali Sinha, Anand-Milind and Ravi Chopra for giving such excellent music to us. I will remember it for years to come.

300 Ramayanas

November 2, 2011 at 8:37 pm | Posted in hindu, india, knowledge | 2 Comments
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I found this post highly interesting. It was posted on some web site:


How many Ramayanas! Three hundred? Three thousand? At the end of some Ramayanas, a question is sometimes asked: How manyRamayanas have there been? And there are stories that answer the question. Here is one.

One day when Rama was sitting on his throne, his ring fell off. When it touched the earth, it made a hole in the ground and disappeared into it. It was gone. His trusty henchman, Hanuman, was at his feet. Rama said to Hanuman, ‘Look, my ring is lost. Find it for me.’

Now Hanuman can enter any hole, no matter how tiny. He had the power to become the smallest of the small and larger than the largest thing. So he took on a tiny form and went down the hole. He went and went and went and suddenly fell into the netherworld. There were women down there. ‘Look, a tiny monkey! It’s fallen from above!’ Then they caught him and placed him on a platter (thali). The King of Spirits (bhut), who lives in the netherworld, likes to eat animals. So Hanuman was sent to him as part of his dinner, along with his vegetables. Hanuman sat on the platter, wondering what to do. While this was going on in the netherworld. Rama sat on his throne on the earth above. The sage Vasistha and the god Brahma came to see him. They said to Rama, ‘We want to talk privately with you. We don’t want anyone to hear what we say or interrupt it. Do we agree?’

‘All right,’ said Rama, ‘we’ll talk.’

Then they said. ‘Lay down a rule. If anyone comes in as we are talking, his head should be cut off.’

‘It will be done,’ said Rama.

Who would be the most trustworthy person to guard the door? Hanuman had gone down to fetch the ring. Rama trusted no one more than Laksmana, so he asked Laksmana to stand by the door. ‘Don’t allow anyone to enter,’ he ordered. Laksmana was standing at the door when the sage Visvamitra appeared and said, ‘I need to see Rama at once. It’s urgent. Tell me, where is Rama?’ Laksmana said, ‘Don’t go in now. He is talking to some people. It’s important.’ ‘What is there that Rama would hide from me?’ said Visvamitra. ‘I must go in, right now.’

Laksmana said, ‘I’ll have to ask his permission before I can let you in.’ ‘Go in and ask then.’ ‘I can’t go in till Rama comes out. You’ll have to wait.’

‘If you don’t go in and announce my presence, I’ll burn the entire kingdom of Ayodhya with a curse,’ said Visvamitra. Laksmana thought, ‘If I go in now, I’ll die. But if I don’t go, this hotheaded man will burn down the kingdom. All the subjects, all things living in it, will die. It’s better that I alone should die.’

So he went right in. Rama asked him, ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘Visvamitra is here.’ ‘Send him in.’

So Visvamitra went in. The private talk had already come to an end. Brahma and Vasistha had come to see Rama and say to him, ‘Your work in the world of human beings is over. Your incarnation as Rama must now be given up. Leave this body, come up, and rejoin the gods.’ That’s all they wanted to say.

Laksmana said to Rama, ‘Brother, you should cut off my head.’ Rama said, ‘Why? We had nothing more to say. Nothing was left. So why should I cut off your head?’

Laksmana said, ‘You can’t do that. You can’t let me off because I’m your brother. There’ll be a blot on Rama’s name. You didn’t spare your wife. You sent her to the jungle. I must be punished. I will leave.’ Laksmana was an avatar of Sesa, the serpent on whom Visnu sleeps. His time was up too. He went directly to the river Sarayu and disappeared in the flowing waters.

When Laksmana relinquished his body. Rama summoned all his followers, Vibhisana, Sugriva, and others, and arranged for the coronation of his twin sons, Lava and Kusa. Then Rama too entered the river Sarayu. All this while, Hanuman was in the netherworld. When he was finally taken to the King of Spirits, he kept repeating the name of Rama. ‘Rama Rama Rama

Then the King of Spirits asked, ‘Who are you?’ ‘Hanuman.’ ‘Hanuman? Why have you come here?’ ‘Rama’s ring fell into a hole. I’ve come to fetch it.’

The king looked around and showed him a platter. On it were thousands of rings. They were all Rama’s rings. The king brought the platter to Hanuman, set it down, and said, ‘Pick out your Rama’s ring and take it.’ They were all exactly the same. ‘I don’t know which one it is,’ said Hanuman, shaking his head. The King of Spirits said, ‘There have been as many Ramas as there are rings on this platter. When you return to earth, you will not find Rama. This incarnation of Rama is now over. Whenever an incarnation of Rama is about to be over, his ring falls down. I collect them and keep them. Now you can go.’

So Hanuman left.

This story is usually told to suggest that for every such Rama there is aRamayana. The number of Ramayanas and the range of their influence in South and Southeast Asia over the past twenty-five hundred years or more are astonishing. Just a list of languages in which the Rama story is found makes one gasp: Annamese, Balinese, Bengali, Cambodian, Chinese, Gujarati, Javanese, Kannada, Kashmiri, Khotanese, Laotian, Malaysian, Marathi, Oriya, Prakrit, Sanskrit, Santali, Sinhalese, Tamil, Telugu, Thai, Tibetan—to say nothing of Western languages. Through the centuries, some of these languages have hosted more than one telling of the Rama story. Sanskrit alone contains some twenty-five or more tellings belonging to various narrative genres (epics, kavyas or ornate poetic compositions,puranas or old mythological stories, and so forth). If we add plays, dance-dramas, and other performances, in both the classical and folk traditions, the number of Ramayanas grows even larger. To these must be added sculpture and bas-reliefs, mask plays, puppet plays and shadows plays, in all the many South and Southeast Asian cultures.” Camille Bulcke (1950), a student of the Ramayana, counted three hundred tellings. It’s no wonder that even as long ago as the fourteenth century, Kumaravyasa, a Kannada poet, chose to write a Mahabharata, because he heard the cosmic serpent which upholds the earth groaning under the burden of Ramayana poets (tinikidanu phaniraya ramayanada kavigala bharadali). In this paper, indebted for its data to numerous previous translators and scholars, I would like to sort out for myself, and I hope for others, how these hundreds of tellings of a story in different cultures, languages, and religious traditions relate to each other: what gets translated, transplanted, transposed.

Bachche khilkhilaate hain…

August 12, 2010 at 11:05 pm | Posted in india, knowledge, poem | Leave a comment
खुदा एक है बस इबादत के ज़रिये बदल जाते हैं 

कहीं पे घंटे बजते हैं कहीं बच्चे खिलखिलाते हैं |

जुगनू की मानिंद चमकने का जज्बा नहीं दिखता 

गोया सुबह के चराग की तरह मंद होते जाते हैं |

मकामी चीज़ें कैसी भी हों छोटी ही दिखती हैं 

कमी तो लोग दूर होकर ही समझाते हैं |

ज़िन्दगी जीने की तो वो सोचते नहीं 

तरीकों की फेहरिस्त लम्बी करते जाते हैं |

बावफाओं के हालातों की मालूमात कोई करता नहीं  

बस बेवफाओं से ही मोहब्बत की नीयत रखे जाते हैं |

हिमाँशु जोशी

Kuchh rakha hua sa…

July 30, 2010 at 12:29 am | Posted in fun, india, knowledge, poem | 2 Comments
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वो कटी फटी पत्तियां और दाग हल्का हरा हरा

रखा हुआ था किताब में मुझे याद है वो ज़रा ज़रा|

तनहा रहना फितरत में नहीं तनहा रहना मजबूरी है

तन्हाई तो बस काली हैं तेरी याद मगर सिंदूरी है |

इन रंग बिरंगी यादों में कुछ और भी रंग है भरा भरा,

रखा हुआ था किताब में मुझे याद है वो ज़रा ज़रा|

एक झलक तेरी लेने के लिए जो उठते थे हम सुबह तडके

बस खून सा दिल में होता था जब मिलते थे तुझसे वो लड़के |

पायल की छम छम याद है अब भी याद है तेरा वो गजरा

रखा हुआ था किताब में मुझे याद है वो ज़रा ज़रा|

Pyar ho to aisa

June 6, 2010 at 6:17 pm | Posted in india, knowledge, poem | Leave a comment
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काली प्लेट पर सफ़ेद रसगुल्ला

प्यार हो तो ऐसा पूरा खुल्लम खुल्ला

गालों की लाली अब और लाल होगी

किसी से मिलने को वो बेहाल होगी

जो परछाई उनकी भी उनकी न होगी

तो बातें तो होंगी होगा हल्ला गुल्ला

प्यार हो तो ऐसा पूरा खुल्लम खुल्ला

सहेली से मिलने को बेचैन होगी

राहों में रखे हुए नैन होगी

जो यारों ने उनके की हंसी ठिठोली

तो भागेगी दांतों में दबा कर के पल्ला

प्यार हो तो ऐसे पूरा खुल्लम खुल्ला

A poem for all the Team Leaders and Managers

May 30, 2010 at 2:58 pm | Posted in fun, india, knowledge, poem | Leave a comment
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Please rate and comment on my new poem.

अंगुली उठा कर इशारा किया
टॉयलेट जाने का सहारा लिया |

टास्क की पोजीशन पता ही न थी,
प्रोजेक्ट की तो बड़ी बात थी
अकेला नहीं था मैं इस बात पर
मेरी मेनेजर भी मेरे साथ थी|
‘सॉरी’ कहकर किनारा किया,
टॉयलेट जाने का सहारा लिया|

के नीचे से गाली के ऊपर से गाली,
बड़ी गन्दी गन्दी बड़ी काली काली,
प्रमोशन नहीं दो तो पैसा तो दो
कम से कम दूसरी कंपनी जैसा तो दो|
के कितनो को हमने बेचारा किया
टॉयलेट जाने का सहारा लिया|

ऐ ज़िन्दगी – Ae Zindagi

May 7, 2010 at 7:16 pm | Posted in india, poem | 1 Comment
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ऐ ज़िन्दगी

कभी कटती है कभी कटती ही नहीं,

ज़िन्दगी से मेरी पटती ही नहीं |

हर किसी के लिए खुलती सी जाती है,

सिर्फ अपने लिए सिमटती ही नहीं |

रोज़ कितनी बार मुझको मार देती है

कभी मेरे हाथों पिटती ही नहीं |

दिन रात इसकी बोली मैं घोंटता रहता हूँ

कभी मेरी बोली ये रटती ही नहीं |

जो जानता नहीं उसे ये मिल नहीं पाती

जीने वालों के लिए कभी घटती ही नहीं |

Good Reading about JRD

February 11, 2008 at 12:23 pm | Posted in india, knowledge | 2 Comments
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Have Passion!

It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and Gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies’ hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.

I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in Computer science. I had been offered scholarships from Universities in the US .. I had not thought of taking up a job in India…

One day, while on the way to my hostel from our lecture-hall complex, I Saw an advertisement on the notice board. It was a standard job-requirement notice from the famous automobile company Telco (now Tata Motors). It stated that the company required young, bright engineers, hardworking and with an excellent academic background, etc.

At the bottom was a small line: “Lady Candidates need not apply.”

I read it and was very upset. For the first time in my life I was up against gender discrimination.

Though I was not keen on taking up the job, I saw it as a challenge. I had done extremely well in academics, better than most of my male peers. Little did I know then that in real life academic excellence is not enough to be successful?

After reading the notice I went fuming to my room. I decided to inform the topmost person in Telco’s management about the injustice the company was perpetrating. I got a postcard and started to write, but there was a problem: I did not know who headed Telco.

I thought it must be one of the Tatas. I knew JRD Tata was the head of The Tata Group; I had seen his pictures in newspapers (actually, Sumant Moolgaokar was the company’s chairman then). I took the card, addressed It to JRD and started writing. To this day I remember clearly what I wrote.

“The great Tata’s have always been pioneers. They are the people who started the basic infrastructure industries in India, such as iron and steel, chemicals, textiles and locomotives. They have cared for higher Education in India since 1900 and they were responsible for the establishment of the Indian Institute of Science. Fortunately, I study there. But I am surprised how a company such as Telco is discriminating on the basis of gender.”

I posted the letter and forgot about it. Less than 10 days later, I received a telegram stating that I had to appear for an interview at Telco’s Pune facility at the company’s expense. I was taken aback by the telegram. My hostel mate told me I should use the opportunity to go to Pune free of cost and buy them the famous Pune saris for cheap! I collected Rs 30 each from everyone who wanted a sari. When I look back, I feel like laughing at the reasons for my going, but back then they seemed good enough to make the trip.

It was my first visit to Pune and I immediately fell in love with the city.

To this day it remains dear to me. I feel as much at home in Pune as I do in Hubli, my hometown. The place changed my life in so many ways. As directed, I went to Telco’s Pimpri office for the interview.

There were six people on the panel and I realised then that this was serious business. “This is the girl who wrote to JRD,” I heard somebody whisper as soon as I entered the room. By then I knew for sure that I would not get the job. The realization abolished all fear from my mind, so I was rather cool while the interview was being conducted.

Even before the interview started, I reckoned the panel was biased, so I told them, rather impolitely, “I hope this is only a technical interview.”

They were taken aback by my rudeness, and even today I am ashamed about my attitude. The panel asked me technical questions and I answered all of them. Then an elderly gentleman with an affectionate voice told me, “Do you know why we said lady candidates need not apply? The reason is that we have never employed any ladies on the shop floor. This is not a co-ed college; this is a factory. When it comes to academics, you are a first ranker throughout. We appreciate that, but people like you should work in research laboratories.”

I was a young girl from small-town Hubli. My world had been a limited place. I did not know the ways of large corporate houses and their difficulties, so I answered, “But you must start somewhere, otherwise no woman will ever be able to work in your factories.”

Finally, after a long interview, I was told I had been successful. So this was what the future had in store for me. Never had I thought I would Take up a job in Pune. I met a shy young man from Karnataka there, we became good friends and we got married.

It was only after joining Telco that I realized who JRD was: the uncrowned king of Indian industry. Now I was scared, but I did not get to meet him till I was transferred to Bombay…. One day I had to show some reports to Mr. Moolgaokar, our chairman, who we all knew as SM. I was in his office on the first floor of Bombay House (the Tata headquarters) when, suddenly JRD walked in. That was the first time I saw “appro JRD”. Appro means “our” in Gujarati. This was the affectionate term by which people at Bombay House called him.

I was feeling very nervous, remembering my postcard episode. SM Introduced me nicely, “Jeh (that’s what his close associates called him), this Young woman is an engineer and that too a postgraduate. She is the first woman to work on the Telco shop floor.” JRD looked at me … I was praying he would not ask me any questions about my interview (or the postcard that preceded it).

Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he remarked. “It is nice that girls are getting into engineering in our country. By the way, what is your name?” “When I joined Telco I was Sudha Kulkarni, Sir,” I replied. “Now I am Sudha Murthy.” He smiled and kindly smile and started a discussion with SM. As for me, I almost ran out of the room.

After that I used to see JRD on and off. He was the Tata Group chairman and I was merely an engineer. There was nothing that we had in common. I was In awe of him.

One day I was waiting for Murthy, my husband, to pick me up after office hours. To my surprise I saw JRD standing next to me. I did not know how to react. Yet again I started worrying about that postcard. Looking back, I realize JRD had forgotten about it. It must have been a small incident for him, but not so for me.

“Young lady, why are you here?” he asked. “Office time is over.” I said,

“Sir, I’m waiting for my husband to come and pick me up.” JRD said, “It is getting dark and there’s no one in the corridor. I’ll wait with you till your husband comes.”

I was quite used to waiting for Murthy, but having JRD waiting alongside made me extremely uncomfortable. I was nervous. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him. He wore a simple white pant and shirt. He was old, yet his face was glowing. There wasn’t any air of superiority about him. I was thinking, “Look at this person. He is a chairman, a well-respected man in our country and he is waiting for the sake of an ordinary employee.”

Then I saw Murthy and I rushed out. JRD called and said, “Young lady, Tell your husband never to make his wife wait again.” In 1982 I had to resign from my job at Telco. I was reluctant to go, but I really did not have a choice. I was coming down the steps of Bombay House after wrapping up my final when I saw JRD coming up. He was absorbed in thought. I wanted to say goodbye to him, so I stopped. He saw me and paused.

Gently, he said, “So what are you doing, Mrs Kulkarni?” (That was the Way he always addressed me.) “Sir, I am leaving Telco.”

“Where are you going?” he asked. “Pune, Sir. My husband is starting a company called Infosys and I’m shifting to Pune.”

“Oh! And what will you do when you are successful.”

“Sir, I don’t know whether we will be successful.” “Never start with diffidence,” he advised me. “Always start with confidence. When you are successful you must give back to society. Society gives us so much; we must reciprocate. I wish you all the best.”

Then JRD continued walking up the stairs. I stood there for what seemed like a millennium. That was the last time I saw him alive. Many years later I met Ratan Tata in the same Bombay House, occupying the chair JRD once did. I told him of my many sweet memories of working with Telco. Later, he wrote to me, “It was nice hearing about Jeh from you. The sad part is that he’s not alive to see you today.”

I consider JRD a great man because, despite being an extremely busy person, he valued one postcard written by a young girl seeking justice. He must have received thousands of letters everyday. He could have thrown mine away, but he didn’t do that. He respected the intentions of that unknown girl, who had neither influence nor money, and gave her an opportunity in his company. He did not merely give her a job; he changed her life and mindset forever.

Close to 50 per cent of the students in today’s engineering colleges are girls. And there are women on the shop floor in many industry segments. I see these changes and I think of JRD. If at all time stops and asks me what I want from life, I would say I wish JRD were alive today to see how the company we started has grown. He would have enjoyed it wholeheartedly.

My love and respect for the House of Tata remains undiminished by the passage of time. I always looked up to JRD. I saw him as a role model for his simplicity, his generosity, his kindness and the care he took of his employees. Those blue eyes always reminded me of the sky; they had the same vastness and magnificence.

(Sudha Murthy is a widely published writer and chairperson of the Infosys Foundation involved in a number of social development initiatives. Infosys chairman Narayana Murthy is her husband.)

Article sourced from: Lasting Legacies (Tata Review- Special Commemorative Issue 2004), brought out by the house of Tatas to commemorate the 100th birth anniversary of JRD Tata on July 29, 2004.

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