Love conqers all !!

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  1. 25 students in a class & hardly anyone is identical. But are they similar ? Yes, in aspects more than one.
  2. On the first day of my A2–>B1 class, the girl sitting to my left was Indian by nationality and is born to a German man & an Indian woman. As much as Anti-romeo sqad is in news now a days, paradox plays at its best when you learn that she is from ‘Vrindawan’. I am yet to know more about her, but my best guess says that she is from “Hare Rama, Hare Krishna” ideology. She aspires to be an “Yoga & Ayurveda” teacher here in Holland & is married to an Hindustani ( Surinameese of Indian origin).
  3. She introduced herself as Indian despite her green eyes & lighter skin tone giving hints otherwise. Yeah, Aiswarya Rai, Archana Jogelkar, Sarika , Kapoor sisters are few Indians who look similar but they are quite a handful among we dark-eyes Indians.
  4. Had it not been love, how could the goodness of Indian culture have spread this far?
  5. If only there was an anti-romeo sqad , 25 yrs back as well , a future Yoga & Ayurveda teacher would have never been born.
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Trust the baby-boomers for data-retention & process-compliance !!

IMG_6980A lot of articles have been written to appreciate or criticise the millenials ignoring the importance of generation who have either retired or about to retire from their respective jobs i.e Baby boomers, the one born between 1946-1964.

Working as HR in industries other than IT meant that I worked with people from this generation as well. Thus there is something, I would like to share based on my experience & consider it as key difference between them & people from other generation. Not that people of other generation do not have these qualities but I found it as more person specific rather than common in people of Generation X & Millenials . Most people do not bother to carry pen despite its possible use while visiting Banks or other places where they may need one to carry.

When I started my job hunt, I submitted my resume to 2 placement consultants. The one of those consultancy had large office space and the youngters thronging them were in good number. The girl at the reception was a pretty girl of my age or may be a couple of years younger to me. I was being asked to fill the form & drop my resume over there.

Thereafter, I went to another consultancy which was owned by two elderly gentlemen in their 60s then. Unlike the first consultancy, they rather took my interview to have better idea of my capabilities & interests.

When I came out, Khare uncle immediately told me that the second one seemed reasonable to him while he had little hope from the first one where people were just asked to drop their resume without taking any effort to assess them.

I returned to Nepa expecting little from either of them. That was the time I used to consider me too small to compete with smarter looking people from bigger places like Bhopal & Indore. However, I was proven wrong when I received an email from the second consultancy after more than one month. Ofcourse, I never received any response from the first consultancy. And thereafter my first job was just 3 more rounds of interview away.

Then in my first job, I worked with Mr. Sachida Nand Sir for good one year where he was my mentor while I was reporting to ED of the company. He was not only particular about work but equally particular about its documentation. Despite my reluctance, I had to squeeze the time out to prepare my weekly report which he would check during his fortnightly or monthly visit to the office.

Then after a short stint in another Organization, I moved to Sayaji. There Mr.Ashok Virmani Sir joined post his retirement from Tata Steels, Jamshedpur. He was an Engineer by qualification and experience but wanted to keep himself engaged after his retirement. Working on Computers was not so easy for him, despite that he used to work as meticulously as possible. And with equal diligence, he would keep track of his daily work & assignments. His curiosity was that of a little child and he used to leave no stone unturned to learn all he could about the function he had never worked in earlier. At that stage, his energy-level & enthusiasm served for me to scale-up that of his & inspired me constantly.

Then I have seen my own father Mr. Ajit Jha & knows quite well that any document, data is safe if it is in his custody. He has a brief-case, in which he keeps all his important documents like precious stones & jewelry. Same is case with my father-in-law Mr. Chandrasekhar Thakur.

हम छोटे शहरों के लोग

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रूकते कहाँ है हमेशा के लियें,
कभी लोगों के कटाक्ष से आहत,
कभी अपना अस्तित्व बचानें
थकती हिम्मत के बाद भी ,
दौड़ जाते है एक और बार ।

हम छोटे शहरों के लोग,
छोड़ आये है बहुत पहले ,
आराम घर का और घर का खाना,
न एक है बोली ,ना एक ही ठिकाना,
झुंड में चाहकर भी नही चल पाते ,
चाल अलग औरों से , उनसे चाल मिला नही पाते।

हम छोटे शहरों के लोग
सलीके बडे शहरों के नही आते ,
मिलती है रोज़ अकेलेपन की मायूसी,
मुस्कान का आटा उसी से है गुंथ लेते ,
झुंड मे नहीं नजर आते,
इसीलियें हम एकाकी भी खो नही पाते।

हम छोटे शहरों के लोग ।
~ शिखा झा ठाकुर { अंशु , अभिलाषा} – ३०.१२.२०१६

We are one!!

IMG_7089In the early till the late 80s in a place like Nepa, nobody had personal cars, few had two wheelers, and those in designation of DGM ( Deputy General Manager onwards) used to have Company Cars to commute between office & home usually. Despite trying hard to recollect, I bet if I knew anyone there who could claim to have personal car in Nepa as late as till 1996. Papa bought his scooter in 1989 and till 1988 we were in a colony where one of our neighbours were Jafri Family. Some of the people from Nepa would still remember him as one to get scooter & thereafter car earlier than most amongst Nepaiites.

Those who have better understanding about Maithil Brahmins can say safely that we belong to ranks of most conservative Brahmins still taking pride,rather false though, in our caste.

So when my parents came to Nepa in 1983, it was easy for them to mingle with other neighbours except this one family. We are Brahmins afterall thus how could we have even water in a Muslim’s house. I do not remember the exact year but remember the time. It was Dusshera time & Tangas (Horse-carriages) were the only public transport in Nepa then. We were back from Nepa’s Nehru Stadium a bit late by 10’0 clock in night. Our house was on the first floor of the block we used to stay at . Before our parents could climb the stairs, the usual energy most kids are blessed with made us to run & climb the stairs before them. Kids often find fun in these small stuffs and we were no different then. While we were still playing among us, my brother’s foot skidded from the stairs & he kept rolling down. The path were laid with sharp-edged big stones & thus his head got hit badly . In the entire line then only Jafri Uncle had scooter and that late in night he took it out immediately to rush to Hospital. Four kids of similar age-group meant that we were always a team ready to play together. On one such afternoon, me & my Brother were competing among ourselves on jumping off from the bed to the floor when suddenly he got hit by the wood of the door. Ouch, another accident. And again Jafri uncle was there to take him immediately to Hospital. The thread of relationships are soft & thin but continuous weaving makes it strong. There are many moments in between due to which we became much like each others extended family & in the process of weaving those threads my parents forgot that they are Maithil Brahmins and thus forgot to teach us as well the difference. Each time, I come across someone from Lucknow, I feel the connection we still have with Jafri Uncle & Aunty’s family.

Happy Father’s Day Papa !!

When I was in my 1st & 2nd Standard, our project works used to be usually about sticking pictures of Animals, Plants et al & submit it.

My father used to help me to complete my project work & he would slice off the name from the sticker & paste it on notebook. Thereafter, I had to write the name of respective items below. While this was the way I did my projects that of my class-mates were much neater than mine as most would stick the pictures without chopping off the names. My handwriting has never been beautiful enough to impress anyone least it was then. Ofcourse, I dont remember that this ever led to score more or less marks than anyone in my class.

However, more than one decade later that habit stayed with me. In my M.B.A while most or infact all just opted for easy way to copy the project already submitted by somebody else, I scripted my project entirely, drew the draft design of all the graphs , did meticulous analysis of the data I had collected & even spent a good portion of money to get my written project typed. [I was new to computers then & speed I used to type would have taken 1 semester time to type the complete project,specially when I did not have my own computer or the one which I could have used as long as I could ;)] . Not that I had plenty of money to spare but just-in-time scholarship of INR 5000 allowed me to have that much money to spare some INR 680 then. It was a big amount for a student like me back in 2003.

A mere photocopy of someone’s else project would have saved not only my efforts but could have just costed me INR 30.

Again not that all these efforts led to get more marks in project than any of my class-mates, but then my first job in HR would not have come so easily to me if my concepts were not too clear to answer the tough questions of Mr.Sachida Nand Sir. Not sure, if he remembers or not but the first telephonic interview which he took lasted for 1 & 1/2 hr and that too without any preparation from my end.

Thus the habit of taking the tougher path despite the allure of better outcome from easy one would have never become part of personality if my father would not have made me to choose one when I was as young as 6 yrs old.

Rewards of same may not be immediate or one I may have hoped for but perhaps the one I always need of.

Happy Father’s Day Papa..Shri. Ajit Jha .

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Smile Please :-))

Life is never a straight line but is with lots of turns, twists, hills & valleys. If you can not see something now that does not mean it does not exist.

We often need to take solo journey to see what life has to offer instead of being conditioned by the beliefs we were taught.

Being optimist may or may not fetch what one hopes for but being pessimist does take away the smile of present moment from our face.

So instead of being worried about what future holds for one, choose to smile now. And trust the Almighty as we are His/Her creation & through our failures & frailties S/He is using us to convey the lessons to fellow-beings that no success is too big for anyone to achieve. SMILE PLEASE 🙂

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Know Your Neighbours !!

I am blessed to be brought up in a small industrial town which was quite well-planned and life was as easy as one could always think it to be. Right now when I am in one of the most beautiful city of world, the beauty of the place I grew up seems no less than this place of a developed country( A little exaggeration is allowed due to emotional chord I am tied to the place, Nepa 😉 ). But more than anything it is the healthy social life we enjoyed albeit it did create a pseudo pressure of always remaining in the good books of our small society as every one knew almost every thing about the neighbour-hood unlike the bigger cities I worked later.

And its truth but wherever I have been, I always kept looking for my small Industrial town, whether its been my work place, college or the city. The people who shared our joys and sorrows were not the one from same community but from every possible state in India one can imagine. Yes, our taste-buds know how the food cooked in Kashmiri family tastes and so the food cooked by a Keralite and we never needed to visit these places to enjoy this. Its easy for me to copy the Punjabi Parathas and little practice will make me better in preparing Dosas though cooking has never been my passion.

Though my parents always wanted to remain connected to our roots because of emotional reasons, Bengalis, Marathis, Gujratis, Sindhis, Marwaris, Kashimiris, Tamilians,Punjabis all were like our extended family, and yes Biharis too but incidentally none from our community as we were the only family from Mithilanchal. And that’s the reason the divide which some see so easily and thus believe it exits I never saw and I know most from that Industrial town did not see.

Hope people learn to know their neighbors and the fact that we are all an extended family and are there to share the joys & sorrows of each other. The Diversity in the country where 1/6th of world’s population lives is to make our lives rich and diverse and not to divide us in illusional boundaries.IMG_6805