Plan A – Why ?

I am taking up Plan A because I love to solve problems which affect our lives, development and general well being. I love to take challenges and surmount them. I love to think and do what has not been thought/done before. And that is the reason, I want to go with Plan A. Is that all? No, along with this, Plan A offers me the widest possible canvas to develop my personality, meet with situations and people as only few will get a chance to do. It will always keep me moving and thrilled while forging my character and building my strength along the way! It gives me a bigger purpose in life! Then, there are opportunities to grow and learn, which one will get at very few places. I am 98% convinced about the rightness of Plan A



Some Poems!

All these poems have been taken from this blog : (maintained by Mr. Supreet Gulati)


ASPIRATIONSEmily Dickinson

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.

Edwin Markam

We are all blind until we see

That in the human plan

Nothing is worth the making

That doesn’t make the man

Why build these cities glorious

If man unbuilded goes

In vain we build the work

Unless the builder also grows.

Emily Dickinson

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

IF – Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son

A case for Democracy

In India, we pride ourselves on the democratic system that we have, however corrupt and dysfunctional it may be. It has been installed right from the bottom up i.e. village panchayats to national seat of power. I, today, saw a notice in my building, calling all residents to a GBM to elect a new management/maintenance committe to take over the charge of maintaining the society. It gladdened my heart.

However pathetic it might seem, when the citizens see a way being followed at the centre, at the state and even at the village level, they come to think of it as the way to go about it. So, we are doing that thing right here. There can be tens of improvements about the ways, no doubt about it, but the path is okay!

I have come to believe that, Corruption breeds a society without morals and integrity.


Where are our conversationalists??

I sometimes open a NY Times page or a Guardian from UK and I always find a topic about economic policy or a social debate going on the front page of those newspapers, written by some of the most eminent men in these fields. I am forced to wonder, where are our economists/sociologists/psychologists/intellectuals and where does their views get posted?

Do they even express their views? I find our newspapers starved of worthy content! Times of India is all about Bollywood. It is disgusting! I can hardly read a piece and say “Well, that was informative, well thought out and well written”. Most of those who write, write it in such a convoluted manner so as to make their point as obscure as possible. We need to encourage and inculcate this habit of holding conversations.

Opinions et al..:)

The fact of the matter is that one has to form an opinion. One might not like it, one might realize the futility of it all and yet, it is hard in life to go far and steady without having an opinion, without making a choice. You may not see black and white, but you still have to choose a shade of grey which you will stick to. It makes life easier. It might reduce the dimensionality of the person but one has to agree, working in a 3D plane is much easier than working in a n-dimensional plane!

The sooner, the better. The stronger, the better!

What about those who tend to fudge! Well, they are fudged, my friend! They are fudged!


Facebook Generation!

You know what the term means…I know it too. I am, however, not so sure that I like that generation. Pouring your feelings, mood swings, emotions, anger and joy onto a web space with the known intention of showing it to people who may/may not know you so well, does not sit well with me. It screams of “Attention please!!!”. It shouts about your insecurity, about your constant craving to be asked for, about your constant need to feel important. It is childish. It also becomes a hub for jealousies, show offs, petty competition and what not! I am not sure how many people are actually “friends“. It pains me to see people pour their hearts out on the social page. All I wish for them is to speak to someone close, some one who is  a real human and who can hug you! Such is life! Such is world!