Some Regrets
Was going thru pictures posted by my batchmates on Orkut and found this. Once again it made me nostalgic. Not being able to attend the convocation is surely one thing I miss. But its nice to see all friends/batchmates together, even if it is only on a photograph..

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The week gone by
Got one year older last week. Though no celebration, got some calls from friends, some scraps, SMSs, and that all. Though it reminded me of my IIFM days, when got numerous kicks on places you need not mention. People settled their account book, by hitting as hard as possible and the result was … a tough day in classroom. Kept on changing positions on the chair to adjust myself in some comfortable position, without any success.
On the professional front, the financial year ended on 30th June and the following week was all about documentation, ensuring everything is in order. Still managed some time to think over the blog I initiated IIFMights which is surviving on contributions of Nitin and occasional contributions from this guy. Though there are many contributors who have contributed in past, now they are dormant. So now the onus lies on me and Nitin to keep this blog alive and I have put my thinking cap on for that.
Books and movies have taken backstage.. no time for that. But, yes did a lot of surfing and got some cool sites, which I ll share in my next post. Actually planning to write some regular stuff on technology and computer, so it might be the first installment.
Movies, Books and A lot of planning
After letting the DVDs gather dust for more than two weeks, I took pity on them and watched three movies this week. Three movies from three completely different categories.
- Out of Africa - A beautiful movie, portraying the life of a female storyteller, who goes to Africa and falls in love with a hunter.
- Showgirls - This movie shows the life of Las Vegas girls and the director does not leave anything to the imagination. A lot of T&A. Elizabeth Barkley makes sure that you get so much of flesh to show that you lose all interest for some while.
- Pirates of the Caribbean - A journey into fantasy land. Good entertainment.
Also got some good ebooks so have started reading them, but lost interest as reading them on a laptop dilutes the interest. But, when you have something on a personality like Gurdjieff, you can resist it. Right now reading about Gurdjieff.
Professional life demands the top attention, so a lot of thought into planning the week, increasing productivity, and time management. How much it works, is to be seen.
A quick trip to Assini beach. One a few weeks in Abidjan so still trying to figure out things. Not easy to manage with limited French skills but have many Indian colleagues and driver who doubles up as translator.
Ivory Coast
After being away from blogging for more than 20 days once again back (as if my return was awaited worldover, but nevertheless it seems nice to write). Just joined Olam Ivory Coast and was surprised by this city called Abidjan. Its completely different from my imagination of an african capital. Though i spent only a few hrs here but it seems a great place, irrespective of the security concerns. So check out this space for some more info on Ivory Coast and Abidjan..
Thank you IIFM
I cannot just thank IIFM enough for whatever it has given. The Director’s Award for the best student, the best orgaizational training award and the best placement (this one I am not sure but if we consider the compensation it is the highest offered at the campus)… but more than all of this.. IIFM made me believe in myself. I had walked in IIFM with lots of apprehensions and questions about my own abilities. I had never been exposed to such kind of academic rigour and competition.. At the time of joining all I was hoping for was able to complete the course and get a job.. I have done much better than that.
Congo Calling
Only 23 days are left of my stay here at IIFM Bhopal. And probably 30 days in India. While all my friends are happy that they are going to spend some time with the family, I am feeling a bit low as I will get less than 10 days to spend with my family. But looking back, it gives a mixed feeling, when I joined the institute in 2004, there were a lot of dreams and uncertainties, today I feel lucky that I got what I was dreaming of.. its not exactly that, but that’s damn close to it. And uncertain, about where the future will take me. It’s a proud feeling when you have placement offers come pouring down on you and you are facing the problem of plenty.
But, you have to make a decision and I took a bold one. To go to a country, which name gives a very different feel altogether. Ya, I am going to Congo. The war-prone country in Central Africa. I could have easily opted for a cozy job in one of the leading banks in Mumbai or Hyderabad. But, I could not resist Africa (or US dollars!!). I am trying to get hold of French (Congo is a francophone country), as I had a tough time there during my summers due to having no knowledge of French. Life is a bit different right now after that decision. Some changes I could feel right now.
- India seems to be dearer than it was earlier. I never knew I would miss India that much.
- Indian movies… though I did not watch much in my last 2 years of stay here at IIFM, Bhopal, right now I am not letting any opportunity to see some good movies.
- A regret that I could not see places around Bhopal and now I am leaving Bhopal. But really I loved this city. I’ll back to explore.
- I feel scared thinking of a life where I have to search to get some good English books (what I could find were only French books.). My god.. how will I survive. Let’s see whether Amazon.com has a shipping facility there or not.
- People are saying I would be a changed person in Africa.. I don’t believe them. An Ass will be An Ass anywhere.
Going to miss a lot my friends .. and student life.. I
Once there was a well-known philosopher and scholar who devoted himself to the study of Zen for many years. On the day that he finally attained enlightenment, he took all of his books out into the yard and burned them all.
Some Remarkable Men
Some personalities really baffle you. There are so many greats, but this post deals with three personalities, whom I came to know through their books. And all three have one thing in common, whether you like them or not, they are going to leave their mark on you, once you go through their books.
Che Guevera
The Cuban hero of liberation and socialist revolution has been a fascinating and enigmatic persona. After his execution on October 9, 1967, he became a youth icon world over.. The picture (displayed here) became the most popular photograph of the century and the photographer became a legend. His autobiography still shakes you from within. Some of his statements throw ample light on his philosophy and beliefs.
“Many will call me an adventurerâ?? and that I am, only one of a different sort: one of those who risks his skin to prove his platitudes.”
“We must carry the war into every corner the enemy happens to carry it: to his home, to his centers of entertainment; a total war. It is necessary to prevent him from having a moment of peace, a quiet moment outside his barracks or even inside; we must attack him wherever he may be, make him feel like a cornered beast wherever he may move.”
“I know you’ve come to kill me. Shoot, you are only going to kill a man."(His last words.)
I would have loved to spend few days with him and ask a few questions.
- Was it true that you ordered the killing of children and when their mother asked to end their suffering they were also put to the same treatment?
- What did you consider your prime motivation to take up arm?
- I know you have written a lot on this, but was there no personal motive, was it totally for the principle of socialist movements and for the people of Latin America?
Paramhansa Yogananda His autobiography “Autobiography of a Yogi has changed the life of millions and put Indian spirituality into a new context. The book introduced the world to Mahavatar Babaji. The book is full of miracles and happening which are hard to believe. Still, the book made me believe everything.
Paramhansa Yoganand wrote in this book:
“A yogi through perfect meditation has merged his consciousness with the creator perceives the cosmic essence as light, to him there is no difference between the light rays composing water and the light rays composing land. Free from matter consciousness, free from the three dimensions of space and the fourth dimension of time, a master transfers his body of light with equal ease over the light rays of earth, water, fire or air.”
Spending a few days with him and talking to him would have been one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life.
Osho One of the most controversial godmen of our time. Put India on the global map of spirituality and meditation, with his mix of super marketing skills and super-natural oratory.
Osho claimed to have read more than 100,000 books and has written more than 500 books (actually most of his books are tapes of his teachings, and lectures delivered on different topics, which were later put into book form). If I could have got an opportunity and some magical power to get truth in form of answers to this questionsâ?¦.
- Did you believe in whatever you have written or preached, as you have contradicted your own teachings many times?
- Your statements created a lot of controversies and it seemed that those statements were just made to create controversy and had no other purpose.
- You lambasted all the existing sages, philosophers, and saints as well as other all-time greats, openly. Though your teachings and philosophy have primarily been based upon writings and teachings of these sages and classic literature.
- Did you put focus on sex, primarily to attract western followers and put something new , a new form of spirituality, where all acts were beyond guilt and people can justify their activities, live a restrain free life, and consider themselves pure and chaste?
Somewhere in Gabon
Borrowed sunglasses to cover my infected eyes..
A Village Market in Gabon
Gabon Upcountry
After breakfast, there was nothing to do, so I just spent some time on my laptop, listening to those songs which I have stored, just for the single reason, that I got it from somewhere and my laptop had a lot of space. Sometimes you have so much time that if you believe in the old saying that time is money, you will feel like a billionaire. It was just like that. My guide here has gone to Libreville for a meeting and I was here alone, fighting with the French language and giving a very tough time to the person to whom I am talking too.
One of my seniors told me, don’t take tension that you don’t know French, make other people tense that you don’t know French. And let him understand. So basically I was doing the same thing.
Afternoon, Paul came to pick me up and in his heavily accented but fairly good English explained to me that we are going to visit the city and places around it. What more I could have asked for! Really great. Outside my hotel, there was an old Landcruiser waiting for me. I just took my laptop, camera and passport and was ready for action. First, we visited a nearby village in Makokou and it was really beautiful. Located on the banks of a river ‘La river de obenduâ’, I asked for the name but Paul’sheavy accented reply and my ears’ refusal to get accustomed to that accent, suggested me to not waste time getting the right name.
I went to the river and was surprised to see that the color of the water was black. O my god, I am seeing a black river in this Dark Continent! I asked the reason to Paul, expecting a really interesting answer. But the result was a dud. He simply told this due to the high content of iron ore. Suddenly something caught my attention, some people were there washing their cars in the river, and alongside them some girls taking bath.
Returning back to my hotel, I was lucky enough to have an encounter that I can never forget. On the way, Paul suddenly stopped the car, and I could see some people moving and making noise. I asked the reason and he told me to get the camera, photo, photo.. I was unable to understand anything that happened, why this fellow is asking me to capture pics of these people. “le serpent” “What?” “Snake” Then I looked at the crowd, on the ground there was a huge black snake moving, and two three-person equipped with small sticks were there to tackle him and 20–30 people around them. I took out my camera and from the car itself took some snaps.
I asked about the snake and the answer was it is a black cobra. One of the most deadly snakes on the planet. And those people were treating him like a harmless non-poisonous creature. Within a few seconds, two-three strikes with the small sticks and the black cobra was flat on the ground.
Though still moving rapidly, unable to go anywhere. I was mesmerized by their skill.
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Organizational Training in Gabon
After 7 hours of train journey I reached to a small place called Booeu. And my god, if you do not know French here your life is hell here. So far I was always accompanied by one or another person who helped me in interacting with these. But on the train, no one was there to help me out. And I was damn worried about how I am going to alight at my destination. It was night journey and everyone was sleeping and I was worried that if I go to sleep, might miss the station. I tried to know from other people that when I ll reach at Booeu, but what I managed to get from them did not make any sense to me, I thanked (â??merciâ?? the French for thanks) them for their help.
So I did my own calculation based on the info provided by my Libreville friends and slept for 3-4 hours and set the alarm in my cell, quite well earlier to my calculated arrival at Booeu. Somehow or another I managed to alight at Booeu. The station was very small station, just like any small station in divine land of Bihar. So a feeling of nostalgia crept in. Four-five people were there on the station. I did an exploratory scan of the whole place to find the person, supposed to be there to receive me. But I realized the futility of the exercise, how I am going to recognize that fellow, to me all faces are alien.
I waited and waited, no one so far. With a laptop on my shoulder, a camera hanging at my hip and a face, distinctly different, were giving invitation for trouble at 4 am. After 15 minutes, I saw person approaching towards me, 6 â??5â?? tall, double my width, dressed in blue denim and t-shirt. He pointed his finger to me and spoke in voice which sent  chill through my spine: “you Mr. Singh?” I could not belive my ear. All I could manage was an ‘Yes’ and deep sigh of relief. But for make it doubly sure, I asked “Are you from Olam?” Answer was a soothing “oui”.
He took my luggage and I followed him to a Toyota pick-up, I hurriedly snuggled into back seat. I was happy that within a few hours I am going to reach my hotel and settle for at least 20 days. No more travel with the entire luggage. But I was mistaken. We started for Makakou and after few minutes it started raining heavily. After 15 minutes of concrete road, we shifted to kachha road. And after another 10 minutes we were surrounded by big giant trees and no trace of any human being. Huge trees, and here these kind of forests are called a ‘bush’, I could not help but smiled. I remembered my trip to Vellore, Tamilnadu, where all they had was some patches of 2-3 feet tall Acacia nilotica, and Subabool plantation and they called that forest.
It was a journey which seemed never ending. After 20-30 killometer drive I could see some small house made of wood. The population density is very low in all part of Africa. Barring a few countries or for that matter cities. Kinshasha (capital of Cango) was an exception, when I visited the local market there, it was very similar to any market in India full of people and a lot of buzz. After 3 hours of journey finally I reached Makokou. Small city with big wide clean roads. Very less population. My first stop was to Mr.Anandâ??s house. The only Indian family in Makakou. And there I was greeted with south Indian breakfast and lunch. It was delightful to get some really good homemade Indian food. After visiting the Olam Office here, I checked in my hotel. Belinga Place. Nice hotel by any standard. If you just remove food served here as one of the parameters. For a person, who prefers vegetarian food, its tough life here. You have to take non-veg food or starve. There is no other option, if you are not cooking yourself. So, I had only one option to resort to non-veg foods. Here, the first thing I learnt was what they call chicken and eggs. As they serve hell lot of different types of meat. So it is better not to experiment, unless and until you know what they are going to serve. You get monkeys, frogs, beef and god knows what not.Â
So I decided not to experiment and go on staple breakfast of Omelet, coffee, orange juice and breads. Even the bread served here is different. It takes hell lot of time to explain them what I want. I got hold of some French words but the pronunciation, these idiots right something and speak something entirely different. In the evening, Mr. Anand too me to a round trip to city which lasted for 45 minutes and I had seen all nook and corners of the city. Nice clean city. And best thing is that, it is as safe as any other city in India, or even safer than that. So I can easily roam around without any fear. A relief from security concerns, which were quite restrictive in Kinshasha, where I could not move out from my hotel room. #iifm #africa
Welcome to Congo DCR
A lot to learn and a lot to prove.. not to anyone but to myself.
Miles to Go
If you have a lot to write, you are not going to write anything. This is what I realized in the last couple of weeks. And the result was no post for quite some time.
This period has been dotted with many significant events, which could make quite a mark on one’s life, and such one event was my decision to go for Olam International, Singapore. Yes, I appeared for the selection process for my second organization training and after a lot of drama and suspense, finally got thru.
So I would be going for my second OT in some country in Africa (that is the most probable destination at the moment). So two months to those places, which have a lot of stories and myths (and most of them are not very pleasant to ears) attached to them. Let’s see what is in the store for me. Time to prove myself, once again.
The first Organization Training is still afresh in my mind and will be for quite some time, as it has put me on for the Directors Prize for Best OT, thanks to some great efforts put in by my friend / OT partner Anup Singh. But this time, I think it’s very different.
Wait, I am missing somethingâ?¦ yaâ?¦ marks of my midterms examination are now coming to me. And surprise, surprise.. the last post that I wrote after my Livelihood paper stands null and void. The reason, the marks are something, which has defied my logic. I got more than 60% in that paper (it’s quite something considering the fact the topper got only 66). The same thing happened with the Microfinance paper. I was quite disappointed after the paper as all I had done in the paper was a lot of Golas?. When I got the marks it was 44 out of 50 and I was the topper.
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Kiss Mid-term Exam Ka
The whole story can be described in one line, what I studied was not in the paper, and what was in the paper, I did not study. So you can guess the results… The Climax of the story was my Livelihood Paper (Livelihood and Natural Resource Management). It was my optional paper. Probably my inclination to work for the uplift of the downtrodden and poor was somewhat responsible for the decision, though considering the present scenario and situation, right now I am open for any sector, and for any organization (depending upon some key parameters…. You all know what those parameters for an MBA ) from Olam International to Pradan.
Okey, I was telling you about my livelihood paper. The class notes provided were around 300-400 pages, along with a lot of reference books provided. And my strategy from the first term was to start just before the examinations (being attentive in class used to make me competent enough to adopt this strategy), and I did not realize the loopholes in the strategy until I saw the paper. Though I always remember God before writing anything in the examination, in this paper I was doing it throughout the exam. I just glanced at my other friends and they were in the same position.
Vo mujhe dekhe ja rahi thi, main usko dekhe jaa raha tha
Na paper mujhe aa raha tha, na paper usko aa raha tha
(courtesy my pagalguy friends…)
Ultimately I had to write something. And my tried and tested theory came true once again. “You write the longest answer to the question you have not studied. In our terminology “Gola Dena. So, a lot of Gola in the paper and let’s pray that I get something for my “golas.
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Exam-time
Once again examinations to deal with… though the situation is quite different. Ill-prepared, huge syllabus, the extra burden of the Livelihood audit course (almost 300 pages, class notes, don’t know how to cope with that.).. this time only hoping for some kind of miracle to get more than 3.55. Really it’s a tough time. Assignment, Presentation, Quiz… What a life! Making the situation more complicated, is the placement committee work ( top priority- Akhir roji-roti ka sawaal hai)….
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Bihar-gatha
Bihar, whenever I utter this word to non-biharis (here the non-Biharis = those who belong to other states than Bihar, UP and Jharkhand), the reactions and expressions are something to relish.. I can recall many incidents…
A couple of years back, I was in Mumbai for an interview.At the interview center I met a guy, nattily dressed (in jeans and t-shirt, with “a wisdom quote”) with gelled hair, looking anxious, as I got to know later that his interview was scheduled the next day. To make himself ready for the interview. He approached me, as I was coming out after the interview and after my dose of recently got knowledge and expert opinion on how to face that interview board and what to prepare for, he asked me for my email id. I took out my visiting card (I ran a Computer Education Center) and handed it to him. A glance at the card, he was looking at me, like he was seeing Michael Jackson in Dhoti Kurta or for that matter, Adnani Sami doing a break dance.. . Are you from Bihar? Yes. And you have an internet connection in Bihar ?? I just looked at his face there was no sign, which can indicate that he was going to digest a positive answer..
My Reading List 2005-2006
This year I planned to read around 100 books, but could not achieve the target, and looking at the academic calender and schedule it does not seem possible. Though I think I have managed to read around 20-22 books so far, excluding academic or related books. But, the revised target for the rest of the year and first half of next year, is the following list. This time I decided to go for some meaningful thought provoking books(subject to availability of books in libraries and purchasing power of my pocket), instead of Grisham, Archer and the usual stuff.
- Search in Secret India by Paul Brunton
- Hermit in the Himalayas by Paul Brunton
- The Age of Reasons by Jean Paul Sartre
- Meetings with Remarkable Men by Gurdjieff
- The Outsider by Albert Camus
- The Plague by Albert Camus
- By The River of Madeira I Sat Down and Wept
- Autobiography of a Yogi by Yogananda Paramhansa
- Many life many masters by Weiss
- Sidhartha by Herman Hesse
- Portrait of an artist as a young man by James Joyce
- Notes to myself by Hugh Prather
- Who Am I by Maharishi Raman
- The power of now by Eckhart Tolle
- I am that by Nisargdutta Maharaj
- Song of Life by J Krishnamurthi
- Freedon from the known by J Krishnamurthi
- Art of loving by Erich Fromm
- You shall be as Gods by Erich Fromm
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert Pirsig
- The way of all the Earth by John S Dunne
- The song celestial by Edwin Arnold
- Cutting through spiritual materialism by Chogyam Trungpa
- The Rebel by Osho
- Books I have loved by Osho
- Caravan of Dreams by Idries Shah
- Feeling Buddha by David Frazer
- Perennial Philosophy by Aldous Huxley
- Light on the path by Mabel Collins
- The Good Heart by Dalai Lama