Republic TV: Lalu-Shahabuddin expose - Personal Account

While Arnab is exposing present, let me give a spotlight to past that affected my academic career.

I matriculated from the same place, once revered for being the birth place of our first President Dr. Rajendra Prasad, now dreaded home of Mafia Don Shahabuddin, known as Siwan.

It was April, 2001. In DAV Siwan, I was writing my 10th board paper, that day the subject was Sanskrit. The exam was being conducted on extreme vigil, no cheating was allowed which is rare now a days. Being a meritorious student, i was engrossed in explaining a Chankya shloka of question paper. Suddenly, there was an uproar... "Run for cover... Run for cover... There is firing outside". Terrified by sudden outburst, all examinees went down under their benches for cover. Then they retreated from the back door.
The examination was abandoned.

This all had happened, because there was an open clash between Shahabuddin's goons and Siwan police led by then brave SP C K Anil. Shahabuddin's goons started vandalising public property and rioting. This indecent is infamous in Indian history where brave police embarked into Shahabuddin's village, Pratappur to capture him.

My remaining exam happened after 4 months. In spite of loss of track in prepration, i still managed 76% in tough Bihar School examination Board. My other schoolmate who wrote his exam from Patna, secured 85% and 4th place in state board merit list ( who later became an IAS Officer).

I still regret my choice of center and circumstances. Will any punishment to these infamous outlaws would buy back my golden tims and chance?

I challenged the circumstances and secured a better career path. How many are out there who can fight like me? I guess, very few. Hope time will change. My country will rise.

Amen!

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Reflections from the past

Time flies, places, people and things come and go but you remain the same.
PS: You can notice that my affinity towards suit and pose didn't change. :P

PC: fb timeline

Part 1: 2008-2011 :Undergrad and First Startup

Reflection from the past, part 2: 2011-2013: Entrepreneurial stint 

Reflection from the past, part 3: 2013-2014: Transition towards academia

Reflection from the past, part 4: 2014-2015: Married and employed

Reflection from the past, part 5: 2016-2017: Job, Fitness, Family and Personal Growth

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Toastmasters Speech CC3- What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

The Delivery

The Script

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

!  True Love is all about Inspiration!

[Start with props: mirror, goggle and perfume and blazer for role playing. Start with stern amazement in voice!]

What!?! What are you all looking at? Cant’ you see that I am going for a Date?

You can clap for me and my date if you like …! J J J

[Stop for a second, remove goggles, turn mirror aside and come back to normal]

Even though, she is my 21^st date, I still have faith that this time I will get my true love who would inspire me.

Ladies and gentlemen do you remember the time of our childhood when our mom used to put beautiful covers on our textbooks?

In one such incident, I still treasure the day when I was leaving for a boarding school, first time in my life. My mom put covers on my books and put them in my trunk. During my stay in hostel, I was unknowingly taking care of those books as if those were my favourite toys. One year passed and covers were as my mom put them on. Next year in new class, the books got changed but I treasured one portion of a cover where my mom had written my name in her beautiful handwriting. I kept that piece of paper in my literature book for a year between the pages and in the same state. I continued keeping the piece of paper the same way till I got matriculated from a different school. For me, my mom was always there in my literature book. Today, I feel that I am still holding my mother’s love together with me, as it is evident from my immense love for literature. The purest form of love is inspiration. My mother’s love had inspired me to love books and literature.

Mr. Toastmaster, fellow Toastmasters and dear guests, good evening!

One of my friend still wears the same watch that was gifted by his beloved. Even though, the watch is not working now, he feels the same ticking sound in his heart and he believes it helps him stay ahead of time. He is holding that love and care for ‘time’ from his love. His love inspires him to always be on time.

In my case I still keep the same purse for the past few years as it makes me believe that my purse will go thicker as imbibed by the gift presenter. Here my love inspired me to go for savings.

People collect and treasure gifts and artefacts to hold and immortalize the love and teachings of their creators. We have museums and memorials that hold back love of our past generations. The past artefacts in the museum inspire us to make our present and future lovable.

Today, in this lovely crowd we have many people among us who still hold the same love as they did when they joined this institution and keep going with the flow. It is the sheer love that has made DTM Raj and TM ISK keep going on in Infosys Toastmasters club Bangalore. It is our love for self-growth that inspires us to come here again and again, week after week.

One of my friends left his well-paying Investment Banking job in Wall Street to come back to Kolkata and held his love together for his ageing parents by spending time with them in their last days. His parental love inspired him to take that bold decision in his life.

One of my old friends recently asked me the secret of my fitness, I replied, “These days, I run. You should also run.” You won’t believe, I saw her with a medal of completion of a 5k run within a month. She used to comment on my runkeeper’s update with lines like – “I have just completed 12 hours of sleep LoL :D ”. It’s the love that made her run so diligently even after long time of separation. It’s the love that inspires her to do the unthinkable.

We often fall short in pursuit of our ambitions and goals as we stop holding together the love and inspiration that had brought us at first place. Move in – move out, let in – let it go but don’t let go of the love that has inspired you to feel and be special. Love is not physical attraction, it is all about inspiring people and getting inspired by our loved ones.

So my lovely friends are you holding back the love that inspired you?
If yes, then let go of your inhibitions and spread the message of love.

If not, let me inspire you to believe in love again!
“It is better to have lost and loved than never to have loved at all.”
Hold on to the love that you get daily from everyone and get inspired, else you will regret when they are gone. Believe in love and its inspiration, to make your life more lovely and beautiful!

Over to you, our lovely Toastmaster!

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Monsoon

Today it poured so heavily
That it gave a safe hideout,
For tears to flow un-noticed,
And it gave a chance to the
safety valve of my heart
to ease some pressure.

The rain is very rare these days
So my clots are very thick inside,
Infact it's clotting since that rainy day
when you left me  inundated.

Hope this Monsoon will again Submerge me deep in it's depth
So that I can wash the fading you And clean my slate to draw again.

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Darkness: Short poem

A sort poem by me on Darkness:

It's vast, it's Immeasurable, 

It's endless, It's darkness.

It's unlit, it's unfit,

It's bottomless, it's darkness.

Life's boat sways in it

It's life-some, it's darkness.

(Written for promotion of Infy Toastmasters' theme "Ghost Protocol")

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My first quarter as runner

It all started when it was discovered that my life was imbalanced on certain metabolic quotients. To fight with the new disproportion, I had to change my lifestyle by infusing physical activity in it. I started with jogging, brisk walking, Yoga and ended with running.

Running is outshining the real fighter in me. So far my score on runkeeper app for this quarter (Feb 2016 -May 2016) is about 400 km.

In my first three months as runner, I have completed more than twenty 10k runs, including 2 official 10k events. My personal best is 10k in 54.5 minutes. I try to run a 10k on each alternate day and nimbly participate in any running event happening in the city on weekends.

Earlier in 2014, I felt the same zeal and fire within me, when I started rigorous gym and swimming that continued for 10 months and discontinued due to the role and location change. This time, it's different. It is in the open and on the ground. Last time, I was gaining muscles and abs and this time, I am containing my muscles and fats.

Last week, one of my office colleague while staring at my ID card, asked, "When did you get this photograph clicked?" I replied, "this is one year younger me". He smiled, "It looks like 5 years older you. :) "

My meteoric rise as runner would not have been possible without unflinching support that I get in Infy Running club, HappyFeet. Specially my mentor Sampath and co-runners Aakriti, Hari, Santhosh etc. Every day when I walk in the ground, I meet my 15 years of me, Argo and Industrious.

Most of my new buddies at Infosys often ask, "How do you manage time to do so many things, so efficiently?" Most people, don't know that this is my second life, I am doing everything again in my life. And that too starting over from a startup bed. So, I know what not to do better than most of the people I am seeing these days.

On the same lines, my emotional connections with my past setbacks helps me conquer physical pain on the tracks.

The rediscovery and conquering have just started in my late 30s and that shall continue till the day I play with my grandchildren.

Adios
Flying Mithilesh.

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Dreams robbery…!!!

At 2:40 AM, I’m running out of the thoughts to put something concrete here for the sake of writing. There is so much to write but Idon’t find anything worth writing. What should I write: How my days went today? Why am I still struggling? What’s the worth of writing? What’s the message behind? Is my story is complete to share something meaningful? How many are out there those can draw inspirations from my story? I guess no one. In fact my story is yet not started. My film is still in its casting stage. Still there is so much to introduce.

Well my short entrepreneurial journey of twelve quarters has so much to write. If I start writing all of them chronically then I would be in a position to acquire the Mashala status of Chetan Bhagat. Jokes apart, everything is not falling apart here. The outcome is experience rich, infinite balance sheet of life. People say I’m like an artist, quicker I start liking and doing something, the quickest I start hating the things. But I think differently, I always follow my heart and vision. No short term planning or goal or short judgment for people or things. If I find something or someone good at first sight then there won’t be a single second thought about that person or thing. I follow till the end. Yes, but I have tried and tested every single thing not to be left behind. Have done every single activity. Still I’m searching.

Today, in the evening one of my business partners was sharing that this world is full of 'dream stealers'. Everyone around you will try to steal from you what you love the most. I exactly fill the same. In fact I’m the victim of ‘Dreams Robbery’. The constant Guerrilla attack on my dreams has made me stronger like Ancient Somnath Temple: Vibrant and Taller. The limit of my sky increases by many astronomical miles by every single attack of ‘dreamstealers’.

I don’t want to compare myself with any living or non living metaphor but ‘dream sealers' always do compare. People always compel me for my ‘What’ and ‘How’ but I always follow my ‘Why’. The socio-economic bonding always tries to en-cage me in the limits of common man of common dream. But, every time I escape with a definite cause and better reason. Yes, I’m born ‘free’. Sooner or later everything associated with me will be free like me. And will help me to create freer world of independent notions. Amen!

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हम, तुम और हमारी खुशिया

हम थे , तुम थे 

हमारी खुशिया थी,

और इन खुशियों की 

छोटी सी इक दुनिया थी.

नया साथ था 

पुरानी पहचान थीं,

इन नयी - पुरानी रिश्तों की 

इक अनूठी जज्बात थी.

जो तेरा था 

वो मेरा हुआ,

जो मेरा था 

वो तेरा हुआ.

तुम्हारे सपने 

मेरे मकसद बने,

मेरे मकसद 

तुम्हारे सपने.

अटूट बंधन था

हौसले बड़े थे,

मंजिल दूर थी

और हम चल पड़े थे.

गहरे सागर में

उतरना था हमे,

और छिछले गागर में

हम डूब गए.

मानाकि ये झंझावात 

बड़ी थी,

इक अनहोनी की 

आहट थी.

तो क्या हम ऐसे 

रुक जायेगे,

लड़ने से पहले 

यूँ टूट जायेगे ?

यह तो एक 

छोटा सा ठहराव है,

अपनी मकसद को

पड़ाव बनाने से पहले.

अभी हमे अपनी 

जज्बातों को बड़ा बनाना हैं,

अपनी दुनिया में

सबको बुलाना हैं. 

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मन का आलस

मन का आलस
ऐसा आलस नहीं है
जैसा हमने समझा है,
यह एक सनक है,
अनैसर्गिक नियमों से
जूझता एक ठनक हैं.

यह अथक द्वंद्व को
संभालता एक साहस हैं,
यह एक धैर्य हैं, एक साधना है
मन के उथान की
खास परिकल्पना हैं.

यह ठहराव के आगोश में
पसरा एक होश हैं,
जो हालातो को
उनके हालत पे छोड़ता,
चलन के नए रास्ते तलाशता
जीवन की नयी सम्भावना हैं.

मन का आलस
इसलिए इतना बदनाम नहीं है
की ये कुछ करना नहीं चाहता
वरन ये स्वाभाव से ही
दुहराव का विद्रोही हैं.

इसे पुराना दुबारा
करने से बेहतर
नए के ख्याल में
बार-बार सोना
बहुत पसंद हैं.

बदलाव की इतनी
औकात कहा
जो नियमो के सहारे चले,
ये तो बस
आलस के हठ
का नजारा हैं,
फुर्ती का
सिमटता दायरा हैं.

PS:
Written under candle light in power cut due to infamous Laziness in electricity bill payment.
19/11/11
-mithilesh

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ना वो प्यार रहा, ना वों बात रही

छोटा सा साथ
छोटा सा कारवां
छोटे से कारवें में
छोटी सी अहसास ,

ना वो साथ रहा
 ना वो कारवां रही
ना उस कारवें की
वो अहसास रही ,

ना वो प्यार रहा
ना वों बात रही
ना वों दिल रहा
ना वों जज्बात रही |

जो मिट रहा हैं
क्या वो धब्बा था !
जो छुट रहा हैं
क्या वो कुछ खास था!

देखों इन धब्बों के पीछे
कितनी लकीरे छिप रही हैं
कुछ उकेरा था हमने कभी
बड़े इत्मिनान से
देखों अब कैसे
सारा आलस पसर गया हैं |

ना वों असर रहा
ना वों इत्मिनान रही
ना वों प्यार रहा
ना वो अरमान रही |

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SMS(Short Message Services)

Here are some few good SMSs sent by my dear friend to her dear friend in his breaking moments.This public showcase of someone's private feelings is neither a prejudice nor a tolerance for someone.
The intention is clear : to justify how a human feeling finds its medium to bifurcate.

1.
Lying on bed, in da dark silence, tryin 2
ignore da roarings of fan over da head n of CPU.
Juss 1 thot may b keep me awake whole nite 2day:
"How will i gnore da feeling 4 sm1, i hav acumulated
over da years? may b itz anoder lesson 4 perfection?
or smthin else?"
Hope God will b da lite in da middle of tunnel!
GN.

Sent:
12:47:58am 03/06/2009

2.
2:30, am. Anoder burst:
Man alwaz lives wid imagination...
Whatever he observes, he alwayz assumes
him as one of da player.
Tat's how he feel, cry n laugh 4 sm1 who nvr
appeared 2 him as more dan an acquaint.

Sent:
02:49:10am
03/06/2009

3.
2:50 am., How it feel if sm1 leaves u :
i'm quiet obssesed 2day, Y?
may b due 2 a senior who's livin in da same
corridor since last 3 yrs left 2day, or sm1
whom i supposed 2 b liking'll leave within fortnight.
Whatever iz da reason, now i can say:
leavin alwayz ensures emotional attachment.

Sent:
03:04:01am
03/06/2009

4.
3:05 am., wht'z da problem wid me:
"Y i'm commitin da same mistakes again n again?
On knowin da reality, still havin expectation 4m oders, y ?
though i nvr qulified within ma own xpctation.
Is it call 4 self improvement or wht?
or, thr's no problem at all eid me!"

Sent:
03:17:59am
03/06/2009


5.
3:30 am, i'm nt so clear:
"Each tym it happens 2 me, tat wen i'm nt agreeable 2 oders,
i show instant over reaction, tat finally reveals ma frustration n
immatuarity."
May b it'z due 2 ma unclear thot n lack of presentation skills, or
i'm juss nt into me ?

Sent:
03:32:13pm
03/06/2009


6.
3:40 am., 'wht next?'
"In 1st yr, wen ma 1st crush got crushed,
i began 2 realize tat opposite sex alwayz brings curse in life.
Since den lot more has been changed, bt dis lesson alwayz
remained wid me as certain codes. Midway thru acadmic
jrny i again found ma likness in same failure, dis tym
everythin was real, bt i hizacked by blame game.
Now, wht next?
I think dis is da life tym setback 4 me,
or i'll keep inspiring da next ?"

Sent:
03:53:25am
03/06/2009

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Parting Gifts: The Letter

Here is the letter, assume to be personal, sent by my dear friend to her dear friend : )

"When the wave of GenX is turning into digitalized form of communication, I ‘m coming back to that old, marginalized to certain bourgeoisie section of society, Nehru’s form of communication, an abstract message with immortal meaning, without any speech or voice recognition technology, Sort and simple, elegance and enigmatic. Here I’m with few good feel-good, eloquent words with some try to skipped harsh words.

Dear X!
Starting with some pledged notations,
This letter is not meant to provide any inspiration, trend or clue or conclusion to under mentioned personality. This is an honest observation of a quiet neutral mind which is still under transformation.

So start…
4 am. in the comparatively cold morning of June 6th on the Gregorian calendar. With Led Zeppelin’s classical rock ‘Whole lotta love’, is providing background score from penultimate hours. The so called enthusiastic chap saturated in boredom is getting some new crèche to light his old charm of emotive literature.

About X:
I’m neither perfect nor perfectionist. What I’m not up to, I can’t expect the same into others. Scraping the crap word (good, beautiful, hardworking blah- blah) . You are simply simple, briefly best in your own way until or unless you do not collide with person of different genre, guess like me where you need an improvement. But what kind of improvement, I can’t locate when other are in their transformational phase.

There is a lot more change in you than I first met you. Over all, a positive shift.
But there is no change at all when change in reference of change is also counted.
Keep continuing with what are you doing till date. Your present work would be your guide to your future work. Stop taking help from reference and recommendations; nothing would be derailed from its track.

One thing where I find myself clueless is your utter boggling, forced enigmatic behavior of testing suffered ‘boys’ with induction of elusive Para eve character that makes the whole story triangular And finally indulging all three into never ending blame game.

Rest is really O.K.

Wishing you everything ,in your aspiring life.

Yours
Y
"

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Parting Gifts

Here are the gifts and associated messages sent by one of my close friend to her special friend:

Wonder Pack I(DVDs)

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The Message:


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Flashback:

Way back in 2007, this is how it all started, at one place there was a source and at another place there was resource. Need inspired the lead to new source of communication, a local outsourcing, a shameful act in macho terminology. Whatever might be the source of so called inspiration, a down to earth boy was feeling ‘happy in helping’ for above the earth cause.

A few good movies were made available by burning whole day in the form of burned CD’s. And hence the underlined business took its initial stage.

Now:

Time traversed its length and Moor’s law made its effect. Need got large, technology turned larger.

There were few, now it’s more, there were CDs now it’s DVDs.

We know how it all started and we could apprehend how it would be ended or started again.

At times it was ‘a present’ for new initiation, now it’s a souvenir for parting moments.

Hope these little mementos would be a help in recollecting shattered memories of cherished moments.

Wonder Pack II(

-->Business Card Organizer)

The Message:

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To,

My CEO*

* You are cool composed complacent combined crater can create your won crèche in company of professionalism.

* You are an element of elegance, entity of eulogia, epithet of enigma entering into the extant of exuberance.

* You were once ordinary obtained an overhaul ordering into overwhelming obsequious of originality.

This sort of segment is prepared to welcome your baby steps in professional carrier. I would feel myself at your position when you will use it at your get-go work place.

-->Wonder Pack III(coffee mug)

The Message:

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To,

Childish, cherubic, charming brat (...) .

To share our shareware, to save our sanity, to satiate sanguinity, scribbling searching memories into a 'cup' of seminal pot.

Hope this last pack would make completeness in the unison of threesome.

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