Sunday, May 24, 2009

Finding a Direction

 

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For long I had this dilemma about explaining dissatisfaction with the work or rather explaining where one is and where one wants to be. Most of our population, around 45-55 percent including me, comprises of the youth. Considering our vantage point when it comes to economical superiority, the entire hope lies on this population. It is natural that we should have enough opportunities for job so that we retain our talent. Perfectly fine. But there is always a hidden cost. Do we all live to our true potential? I mean, do we all achieve what we can truly achieve? I do not think so. I have had ample experiences and from these empirical data, I have finally been able to graph out what I think is the dilemma. We join an organization because, it pays well, it provides and economical safety and provides us with a status in society. But the most important benefit is that it helps us do what we like to do. Being in any organization and not liking the work is the worst thing to happen. You are pounded with work and responsibilities alike and you have to do it simply because there is no other alternative. This is what is depicted by Opportunity Cost (A). The resources we need to forego to be in this stage is too high. As we start liking the work or getting into things that we actually like doing, the Opportunity Cost (A) reduces because we make more meaningful use of our knowledge and resources. As we move on this curve, we get on to another curve, where again the Opportunity Cost (B) increases. At this stage one fully utilizes one’s knowledge in a work that one feels one should be doing. The Opportunity Cost is simply the reward paid by the Organization to retain the talent.

I tried my best explaining a point but there is a high probability that I might have sounded too esoteric. Nevertheless, the bottom line is, “Do the work that you really like and want to be doing”.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Numero Uno

“Here I am, awake relatively early on a weekend, sipping my usual cup of tea. As, I frantically turn the pages of my newspaper for news, the number game has already begun. There they are. The crack team from NDTV is already pulling its sleeve. What an amazing excitement? In fact, each of the 543 seats is in itself a scenario changing one. No one knows how far the psephologist would be correct. India gets the voting results the fastest. As minutes pass by, the weight shifts and so do people. Anyways, I am sure I am going to be hooked to the television for the rest of the day. “ Switch of the TV and get on with your work”, is what my mom is telling me, as I somehow pacify her that my work won’t be hampered and that I should not be missing out on this once in a 5 year battle. I hope a stable government comes in and I hope that the psephologists get it right this time.” This is what I wrote yesterday and today, when the picture is almost clear that a very stable and apt government would be heading us, I am more delighted at the growing prospects of getting to see India on its path of glory. What better could happen, when one of the finest brains is to head India suitably supported by the best people in their respective domains. I admire each and every aspect of our Honorable Prime Minister, Mr. Manmohan Singh. But the one that always remains in my heart and mind is when he was asked to define Courage and he replied” Courage is grace under Pressure”. He truly epitomizes it.

Friday, May 8, 2009

The Evanescent Beauty

I am very clear when it comes to identifying the beauty in anything. Be it the joy a poor child gets while having his only share of food or the unspoken silent moments, that two hearts share. But when it comes to girls I really find myself looking for a corner on a circle.

Here I am standing at the bus stop , swearing at the almost inhuman conditions of the city roads and the aggravating traffic situation that we all have to go through. After a long and frustrating wait, the bus finally arrives. I manage to board the bus and take my place. As the bus is about to make a move, there she arrives at the stop. I hardly get a couple of seconds to see her and appreciate her beauty. Well she was really beautiful. I wonder why it always happens that you see someone so beautiful and in a flash of second it disappears. I have long pondered on this but haven't got an answer yet. Well, the answer will not be a long shot. For, I am sure, a day would come when this split second would seem like an eternity and the evanescent beauty a lifetime experience.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Raised the Finger.

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It was a big day. The very first of the four day leave that we had got. Thanks to the spate of public holidays preceding the weekend. Many had already left Mumbai to ensconce is the cool comforts of the nearby hillocks. They would never have got any better chance to have a family outing in otherwise difficult times. I got up, as usual, to the grinning sound of construction going on in my neighborhood. It was almost 9:00 AM and the news channels were in a state of excitement to cover the electoral process. I suddenly realized that it was the election day and I hadn't got any voters card. Neither had I found my names in any of the online electoral lists. The very thought of not being able to cast my vote made me feel ashamed. I had waited for this day for five long years and I didn't want to miss out on this one. My parents, in the meantime, were at their polling station. To my surprise, I got a call from them informing me that my name is present on the electoral list. It took me only 10 min to finish of my daily chores and be there to raise my finger. To say the least, being able to cast my vote made me feel empowered and proud. What was equally disappointing is the low voters turnout. Being a Mumbaikar incidents such as 26/11 have changed the mindset of many of us. I had a firm belief that this time around there is a wave of civic consciousness that would manifest itself in terms of large voter turnouts across all constituencies. But that didn't happen. I do not know why the priorities change but all I know is it not casting my vote would have amounted to remorse for the coming five years or whatever. I am glad that my middle finger has saved the day for me again. Well, the index finger is waiting for the assembly elections !