To be, or not to be..... An MBA that is the question

Hundreds of years ago, in his famous play Hamlet, Shakespeare wrote these words. I think he foresaw the plight of every youth of today – The MBA. Whether the MBA ,which literally is an acronym for Masters in Business Administration really teaches one to ‘master the administration of business’ or simply makes one ‘manager by accident’ or more appropriately ‘ mediocre but arrogant’ still remains unclear.

Everyone however is chasing the big MBA dream (yes it is not the big American dream anymore, that one broke with Lehman& Goldman). In India, this seems to hold truer and as enterprising as we are, credit goes to the Gujarati community, we have learnt to make money of this one too.

First the innumerable mom & pop coaching classes that have sprung up all over the country and flourished on the dreams of the starry eyed youth. IMS, Time, Career Launcher are the top amongst them. Only because one has to be tested on their logic and common sense in life threatening exams like CAT, CET or GMAT to matriculate into an MBA college. Ironically these classes are not run or managed by MBA’s. So now a non MBA is going to teach you for an entrance exam that helps you getting into an MBA college. Ironical eh? Not quite, since the MBA’s are too busy counting their money to bother about the aspiring ones. A one year course with these classes costs one roughly Rs. 20,000

Then there are the overhead costs - the cost of appearance on these test Rs 1000 minimum for CAT & CET goes up to Rs. 20,000 on GMAT, that if one still aspires to chase the big MBA dream in big America or Europe. Roughly around 2,70,000 students appeared for CAT in 2008¹ (that amounts to a lot of money, CAT truly acts as the IIMs golden goose). Add to this the costs of the forms of various institutes minimum of Rs.1500 per form per institute.

Then comes the actual fees of an MBA education. Let’s not even get there, seeing so many zeros gives me palpitations.

What really worries me and I think I mirror the emotions of many youth over here, Is this really worth it? Does an MBA really make you a capable person or does it produce like minded zombies that pocket most of the nation’s money. After politicians that is. Does the MBA really equip a person to tackle real life situations? The Rubiks Cube seems easier to solve than these questions!

A survey done by Business India Magazine on the Best B-schools in India² points out that Indian Institutes and even the crème de la crème IIMs are theory oriented rather than research oriented. The faculty only teach what is in the book and what they know rather than developing a seeking and ‘finding out answers to problems’ attitude amongst it students. Hence the gap between what the industry expects and what the students really are is huge. As I said earlier, enterprising as we are we have found a not-so enterprising solution to this as well – A dual MBA – for e.g an executive who is already an IIM Ahmedabad went on to do his second MBA from Wharton University USA because he felt he was not equipped to handle the global scenario. Even as the IIMS boast of the finest education and most importantly he finest (read: with lots of zeros) salaries, alumini still feel the need to look abroad for another degree. So we won’t do anything to change the system, we will work around it and then move on to another!

Then there are people who don’t care about the system. The very inspiring ‘drop outs’ – Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Mark Zuckerburg, closer to home and not mention school dropout Dhirubhai Ambani, who made it big inspite of never completing their education and never getting a degree. These people actually make me think, of what these men had in them that is not being taught at a b-school, in India or abroad.

On the next point, institutions abroad definitely are a plus - the demographics of students. It plays a vital role in the learning process at any institution. The more different the student base the better enriched the student are after they graduate. In India however, we seem to be moving to what the Business World survey terms at ‘Flat MBA’². Where the best students (read: engineers) get into IITs and from these the uber best get into IIMs. Thus the IIMs act like a sieve but at the same you find the same profile of students – IIT Geek to IIM stud to investment banker! How much can an IIT student learn from another IIT student? Abroad however, in MBA institutions you rub shoulders with a baker, a footballer, a pet groomer at the same time. Diversity in background definitely enhances one character and refines are abilities to analyse. MBA in India is also is only about research papers, projects, grade points. Not much weightage given to extra curricula more like not much time for extra curricula. Again, a big blow to the overall development.

Clearly the MBA in India is just another rat race of sorts. Is it worth it? Am not so sure.

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Source

1 – The Hindu.Com

2 – Business India Magazine October 4- 17, 2010 issue, Best B-Schools Survey 2010

Seeing God in the Smaller Things

Ok ..... I know your surprised..... I mean of all the the people 'I' am talking about seeing the God in Small things. I mean I am supposed to be the queen of over the top. Right!

Ok so I have practically wiped out my salary with unaccountable spending on the most unnecessary yet the unavoidable. (I can see the guys rolling their eyes & girls nodding in acceptance. God you have to admit M.A.C & Body Shop are hygiene)

Yes so here I am writing on the 'Simple Life'. Don't get me wrong I'am not trading my life like little Miss Paris Hilton or her clone Nicole Ritchie nor am I participating in some 'big switch' on some 'just cause I am bindass doesn't mean I sleep with other people' channel.

I am writing about my moment of epiphany in the past few weeks months since I have started earning & spending money. Now that I have the power more like 'Visa Power' in my hands I could buy things I like and fancy (well not all thinggs my wardrobe wouldn't mind a burberry bag & a Manish Malhotra) Body Shop, MAC, branded clothes, shoes, bags, food i like to eat (which is considered junk by all mothers). But at the end of the day I felt empty, I feel empty.

This is something I couldn't fathom so I started buying more & more. Till I realised that it wasn't helping. Don't get me wrong ladies shopping is thereaupatic so is a manicure & pedicure, spa & everything thats external. But the moment doesn't stay long. It is only that which is internal, stays long- forever! & also determines something called as 'eternal happiness' i.e. happiness & joy that does not change with immediate situation.

And there is nothing like keeping things Simple, Uncluttered, Uncomplicated. 'SUU' as I call them are like seeds to nourish what some of us actually have & call 'our soul'. For the others (& I am not being bitchy, there are actually people who don't) there is always Master Card & Visa Power or Some Dude/Bimbette with Rich Father Power.

I have this way of resenting monotony. I can't stand it. Routine are just not my thing. I try & re-invent myself everyday. May be by wearing my hair differently, wearing different pair of earrings. just doing something different. Doing something new however not the same new if you get what I am saying. Now that definitely comes from the fact that I love attention (WOW I never new I could be so honest) But lets face it We all love attention! Someone to notice us or maybe not. For me it doesn't stop there. It goes a bit beyond that. It is a self motivation exercise in this creativity & humour lacking environment.

If your wondering on my lack of coherence please stop I was just giving you a background to my over the top gestures - Attention & Self Motivation

But I am still realising (Work -in-progress) the importance taking a U-turn and getting more internal. And when I do that I realise that things can be simple - like my new earrings can be small and elegant. I can reuse the ones I already have. Make the most of what I already have. There is never going to be a day when I think it's enough. Every time I read a Cosmo am going to want the dress & watch & whatever else is in it.

But it is going to be momentary before I want something more. What will stay with me forever is what I build of my character, the amount of time I spend with my family, my love, friends. How much value I can create in the lives of others through my efforts. After all your talents are not for you but for others right.

I guess that comes with SUU - Simple, Uncluttered, Uncomplicated

PS: This dedicated to my love for living and believing in a simple life & to all those who are angry at me for not writing for a while now. I hope you guys like this

Nostalgia.....

October 04, 2009

It'sraining outside, heavily, thundering. I am sitting on my bed, sipping some really hot chamomile tea, which by the way smells amazing, listening to the sky's rebellion.

God knows why its raining in the month of October. It feels like a bollywood movie where the hero and his muse break into a song and dance sequence aka aaj rapat jayein style in this 'bin mausam barsaat'. Talk about filmi (am a total sucker for bollywood).

Well I saw Wake Up Sid today. It made me nostalgic. Makes me want to go back and relive my college days. The canteen, the classroom, the terrace, the library. I love these places. Can trade anything in the world to get these times back.

The aimlessly walking around in the canteen, listening to the laughter, chatter & chaos. Then they were the glances, and the ' not pretending to look' glances. The glances, missed chances & not so missed ones.

The clatter of the plates, spoons, and forks digging into the scarlet schezwan noodles made by our very own 'Raju Chinesewala', as we fondly called him. Hmm the smell of freshly prepared Chinese... yummy...

How I loved those days. How I would trade anything to go back there. College... where I lived to the fullest

Hum..... rahe ya na rahe .... yaad ayenge yeh pal.....

I miss you...

Each day, just before dawn
In the wee hours of the morning,
The morning dew meets flowers
Caressing them, bringing them to life,
As the sun continues to rise,
It's already time to say goodbye,
The flowers miss the dew
Just the way I miss you....




The peacock does'nt know it's own beauty,
Untill it lets go and dances to the tune of the rain,
but when the rain ceazes,
It is back to ignorance again
The peacock longs for the rain,
& I miss you.....

In winter the cherry blossoms covered with snow,
Can't help but think of spring,
That went by a while ago,
They miss it's brilliant exubrance
Just the way I miss you....

I am the flower, the peacock, the cherry blossom
And everything that is not complete without you.....
You, the dew that breathes life
You, the rain that beautifies
You, the spring that shine bright
& I miss you.....

In the circle of Life,
Dew comes everyday,
The harsh winter is always followed by spring,
I know you would come to me....
But for now I miss you......

Like the flower misses the dew,
the peacock misses the rain,
& the cherry blossoms miss the spring,
I miss you.....

Not a tear in my eye...

It is raining,

The sky has started to cry,

But there is not a tear in my eye.

My heart is crying,

My eyes are dry,

There is not a tear in my eye

My heart is questioning,

Where does happiness lie?

In his arms I wish to die,

But there is not a tear in my eye

I am scared my heart will over flow,

On this cold ground I lie,

My hands wraped around myself,

Waiting.... But time just doesnt seem to pass by,

But there is not a tear in my eye.

I hear my breath, heave a sigh,

It mixes, becomes a part of the air in this room, so dark, so dry,

It's going to take a while before I breakdown,

For now there is not a tear in my eye

My throat so soar, my body so numb,

Feel I am going to succumb,

To this pain that has crippled my being,

In every moment I live & die,

But there is not a tear in my eye.

My hearts beats slowly, a low moan,

My dreams all over... strewn and torn,

Feel as if I am living a lie,

But there is not a tear in my eye.

It feels like the beginning of an end,

It's broken, no way to mend,

Ecoutez moi, I want to scream,

But realisation has dawned on me,

And It was just a dream,

Finally I let the feelings flow,

I let go and Cry.....................

Random Thoughts.....

Just like after the harsh rains,
we see the blissfull sight of the rainbow

Just like an earthy caterpillar,
sheds it's skin to get the colours and wings of a butterfly

In the same way
It is in stagnant waters that perfumed flowers grow

They grow & perfume their surrounding,
Thereby touching lives & leaving behind sweet memories of fragrance

So much so that they even perfume the hand that crushes them

Wine v/s Water

As Ben Franklin said: In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria.
In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. Coli) - bacteria found in feces(human excreta).
In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of shit.
However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whisky or other liquor)
Because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember: Water = Shit, Wine = Health
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing it as a public service.

I suffer from P.M.S - putting up with a man's stupidity!

Yeah I know, sounds frustrating. Well it is!!!! I mean if women are a necessary evil then men defintely are the unecessary one's. Why do we put with all their crap? They are irritaing, egoistic, insensitive - MCPs (i.e. Male Chauvinist Pigs). Yeah Yeah I know you have already branded me as a feminist but hola they are quite irritating!!!

Dont' think so?? Ok lets list down a few (although I have a huge list that would use all of the memory that google has)characteristics of men that are quite vexatious!!! Caution - All those Male Chauvinists, who will in their defence say that I can't make generalisations like these. My only answer to you is the science of human behaviour is called 'Anthropology' and since its a science I CAN MAKE GENERALISATION!!!!

Disposition No.1 - Think something, say something else, do something completely different

Now this, I thinkthis is a perenial problem I face with all men I interact with be it my father, my friends, colleagues etc. Men term this practise of theirs as 'being flexible read: hypocrite'. Yeah right flexible which by the way means 'capable of being readily changed' is a consious decision to adapt or adjust to a changing situation. It also means informing the other party involved. However in this case they take it for granted that other party will understand (we are not your mothers) *insert angry smiley here* (now thats a pun 'angry' & 'smiley' in the same sentence no??? oh forget it) and take decisions at the spur of a moment. And when the other party (mostly women over here) ask them what happened?Hhere are the standard replies -

1. Oh didn't I tell you...... and makes a puppy face

2. Oh yeah that (reluctantly) see this is what happened....... and I couldnt help and..... (and you think to urself "keep quiet you moron or i'l throw a shoe at you")

3. Why do I need to explain myself to anyone! (you need to you fool cause your as complicated as a geometry problem that needs an assumption, a theorem, a diagram and a conclusion to be understood)

Disposition No.2 - The word appreciation does not fall in my dictionary

Don't we all face this!! Men just can't appreciate. I mean if you like something you need to say it. EXPLICITLY!!! Women on the other hand are always looking for appreciation in everything they do. Moreover because they hardly get any for all the effort they do in cooking, dressing up, doing their best at work!! All of this for what like a little appreciation from their husbands, boyfriends, fiances, bosses but in return what they get - 'A Smirk' ewwwwwwwww makes me wanna puke *insert puking smiley here*

Disposition No.3 - Lady drivers: That word doesnt exist cause a lady can't be a driver and a driver can't be a lady

Now this is my all time favorite particularly cause women themselves agree on this (even those who drive). I do not drive but thats cause I like sitting at the back and enjoying the music. But I strongly disagree on this point. Cause women around me are really good drivers. And why is such a big deal being made about driving - Firstly, I don't think its a huge science. All it requires is minimal brains & skill, secondly they need us cause we are the ones who drive you back when your drunk so that you don't spend your salary only on drinking and paying fine.

Disposition No.4 - Yes

How difficult is it to say the word 'NO'. Come on, all you men reading this say with me 'No', Again! Thats good. See you can say it! So use sometime when you can't do things, when your hard pressend of time, when you can't meet. Don't promise and go back on your word!! i know this should have been included in disposition No.1 cause effectively its is a problem of ineffective communication. But I want to make a special mention of this cause frankly i think it deserves it. So many men I know can't say no. Don't know why but just to let you know it breaks peoples hearts. Yes 'No' sometimes is good and can solve problems and can save and already complicated situation from becoming even more complicated because of your complicated brain and your complicated communication that leads to complicated expectations that leads to whole lot of new complications that we do not need anymore!!! As if global warming, terrorism and now swine flu were any else.

Disposition No.5 - Cricket

Cricket is a sport. period. Why make such a big deal? Frankly I think cricketers are a bunch of overprized underdogs turned brand ambassadors who have no interest in education and so either take up a bat, spin a ball or run after a ball. For what??? I'l tell you for millions of stupid men who think that cricket can change the world!!! get real guyss. Cricket can't do any good to human kind let alone you. All the money that goes into sponsorship, betting, advertising, brand endorsing can be put to better use like supporting orphaned children, disabled people etc(there is a long list of causes that need the money)

As I said I can go on till I exhaust all of google's memory but i'd leave you with all this to chew on. Feedback is welcome.




He made so many MEN to be precise!!!

Office Pen Chor!!!!

Has it ever happened to you( I am sure it has), when some Tom Cruise on his Mission Impossible or some Damsel in Distress next to you picks up the phone to call a person , then realises half way through their conversation (with obviously an important client) that they need to take down some information!!!! So there they are standing next to you, with the index finger joint to their thumb vigorously shaking their hand (indicating they want something to write with) and you are suppose to interpret this Dumb & Deaf sign language. Whats more you even have to provide them with your pen.

Yes this is what happened to me yesterday, Damsel Distress asked for a pen. As sharing and caring I am I gave it. Then got engrossed in my work. When I picked my head up Damsel in Distress had vanished. WITH MY PEN!!!! I got up looked around, scanned the office but DD wasn't anywhere in sight. By now I was paranoid ( I know this sounds petty but it is MY PEN). I mean if one takes an account a pen every working day = 5 pens a week= 20 pens/month=240 pens/year that is a loss of Rs 7200/- a year (assuming Rs 30/pen which is by the way the actual cost of my pens some even more than that). OK so I would be spending 7,200 bucks a year on ordinary pens can you imagine I mean I'd rather go to Mango or any of the other hoity-Toity brands and shop(i.e. if they have anything above size 0). Haan so getting back to my pen dilemma, more than the money its is that the fact that it belongs to ME, I take that extra effort to visit the stationary store, get my stationary, take care of it(hide it from my younger sibling) and then some random people come and take it away.

Now I was panicking, cause DD wasn't to be seen, I mean I didn't know her name, all I could remember of her was her pink kurta because that's my favorite colour). I thought I should just scan through the office and search my pen. The moment I looked around I knew that it was a bad idea cause even if I hired CBI OR FBI for that matter considering the state of my office they would give up. On the outside it seems like a nice Corporate office. But once you Venture you will feel you are on the sets of Jumanji or Jurassic Park with papers and plastic bottles strewn all over, dustbins overflowing. But that's not why I would call it Jumanji or Jurassic Park the real reason would be people gathered talking, uh sorry! screeching, barking, crowing, grunting(like the rhino's in Jumanji) and calling each other's names ( I mean guys there is a phone there is list of extension numbers, use it sometimes) also " DON'T SHOOT PRINTS , is heard quite often here in this African Safari. So getting back to the point, it was a bad idea to search but nevertheless I am going to be the next Lara Croft and I am going to raid this tomb and excavate my precious pen.

Haaaeeeyyyaaa( thats the Bruce Lee kind of sound means lets fight). So I looked around, scanned, peered, was trying to find DD. But no pink kurta was anywhere in sight. Nevertheless my quest continued I was going to excavate it in the ruins of this Harrappa & Mohenjodaro. I went through each and every desk in my office checked below, checked above but it was nowhere in sight. Oh no, I thought it was lost, my heart was in pain.

I had lost hope, lost hope in humanity, in responsibility. Because responsibility doesn't exist anymore. My Mom once said, 'Take care of others things, more than you would take care of yours". I followed this right to the 's' of the last word 'yours'. I wanted to scream"Bhagwan mujhe kin karmon ki saaza mil rahi' (I fall in the Meena Kumari kind of genre). But I could not, because here I have to be like the Bipasha Basu of Corporate.

Just I was about to drag my feet back to my computer, I saw it. Atleast I thought I did. There next to the scanner. Was it a mirage!!!! It was silver, with black head. I saw it.I finally saw it!! It was there. Kushi ke aansu were rolling down my eyes. I ran upto it. Touched it first to make sure it were real. You bet, It was!!! I wanted to hug it, Just feel it in my arms. "Oh where were you for so long poochie, come to mama" But I quickly realised people were staring at my "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai - Shahrukh meets Kajol after so many years and runs ro hug her" stunt. So I (sumdi mein) picked my pen and walked back to my desk.

I felt I could breath once again. I came back put my pen back in my drawer, locked it, put the key in my bag, gathered my things, closed my computer. Was ready to head home, after a tiring "Crystal Maze" episode kind off day.

While I headed for the door, I made a resolution in my mind. No one, and yes I mean it no one is getting my pen from next time. Not even if your as cute as Tom Cruise on his Mission Impossible.

'I am vegetarian. But I eat chicken sometimes'

Hey was bored of writing about myself so I am writing about other people now. Now what I am going to write maybe a bit sarcastic as it talks about the duality we see in todays world. It is about my fellow gujarati, madwadi, jain etc folks who claim very proudly - 'I am vegetarian. But I eat chicken sometimes'.

I remember when I was small, like in class 5th or 6th (class not grade cause that's what I called it and that's what I call it still!!!). I remember being asked by this quirky bespectacled classmate with picktales "Whether I was a vegetarian or a nonvegetarian". She had a mouth so big she could swallow a mosquito!!. I thought to myself , twice a week mom makes chicken(yummy), once mutton(ugg), and once fish the rest of the days she makes the oh so tasteless vegetables and dals. So considering the fact that I ate nonveg 3 a week and veg the rest of the 4 days I proudly announced " I am both vegetarian and non vegetarian". Was so proud of myself, I had it right finally. The bespectacled girl with a mouth as big as it could swallow a mosquito made a big "O" with it and left. When I came home I narrated the incident to my mamma proud of my latest discovery. Mamma looked at me for a while and said " Sunayan people who eat both vegetarian and non vegetarian food are "non-vegetarians"… But Mamma I protested I don't eat chicken or fish every day. You make it only thrice and we sometime go to Radio Club for Chinese so I am both! Mom then said, " You either are a vegetarian or you are a non vegetarian,
there is no in the middle, there is no both. If you don't eat meat then you are vegetarian and if you do whether occasional, everyday you are a nonvegetarian.

Ok so now I had a new identity Sunayan Shahani, Female, Hindu, Non-Vegetarian. From that day whoever asked me this question I was Non-Veg. Even on Thursday! (A day on which the whole Sindhi community eats vegetarian food).

But today I have friends and fellow colleagues ( gujjus and madu's and jain's predominantly) who give me statements like, 'I am vegetarian. But I eat chicken sometimes, We don't cook it at home. I eat occasionally with my friends. I eat only chicken not sea food. Not even once a week may be 2 or thrice a month, Whenever I feel like.
DUDE!!!!!
I want to scream. But I keep my calm and and talk a like a civilized citizen from South Bombay (where even a scream should be in the form of a whisper because your BAWA neighbour will complain to your landlord), so I ask " How can you classify yourself as Vegetarian when you do eat Non-veg occasionally even if it is only chicken? I mean I don't eat non-veg everyday too my mom doesn't make it everyday. But I still acknowledge my eating habits as those of a Non Vegetarian!

But my dear gujarati and madwadi friends still continue to say the same sentence and not agree with me. So now I have come with a new term for this species of people who Eat Chicken, but are so to say Vegetarian. These people I call 'Conveniently Vegetarian', Actually it should be 'Conveniently Non-Vegetraian' since they eat occasionally and mom doesn't cook it and etc etc…… But I know they like the word vegetarian, shud shakahari, which we associate with a good feeling of ethical treatment to animals, with good people like Gandhiji, Maneka Gandhi and John Abaraham, with good associations like PETA.


Therefore this it Conveniently Vegetarian, here they come!!!

That's all folks. Please note this article wasn't meant to hurt any person or communities feelings(Ha like I mean that).

For now it is me signing out

Tata birla lodha,

The following poem is inspired by my Mom-


Wearing a smile on the toughest days….
Making a difference in many as ways

Every morning, I look at my face in the mirror,
I see a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother.
I see my duties, I see my role,
The day is going to be tough as it unfolds.

But still I go ahead,
Wearing a smile on the toughest days,
Making a difference in as many ways.

As I sail through the day, I realize,
I have tough choices to make
But I promised myself,
I won't given in and I won't break
I do it for everyone's sake…

Just for everyone...
Wearing a smile on the toughest days,
Making a difference in as many ways.

I see my world spinning around,
When I think about -
My children at school, my project deadline and
Oh my God the pressure cooker's sound!!

Then again, I follow a simple mantra…
Wearing a smile on the toughest days,
Making a difference in as many ways.

I am the flower that perfumes,
The hand that crushes it.
A lotus that blooms,
In the pond filled with mud and filth in it

What makes me so beautiful …
Wearing a smile on the toughest days,
Making a difference in as many ways.

I am God's creation
When He was at His best
He nurtures me,
So that I can take care of the rest.

He gives me the strength …
Wearing a smile on the toughest days,
Making a difference in as many ways.

First Love

Pehla Nasha ,Pehla Khumaar....yes u guessed it right First Love

This has been on my mind since a long time but never thought of penning it down let alone blogging it.It's very personal and close to my heart ,may be thats why.
I 'm not talking about some first random crush but First Love.The first feeling of selflessness.If i were to quote one of my friends its the time things became from "me" to "we".

How can I put into words a feeling only a heart understands .It's like giving birth to a baby only the mother understands the joy n the pain. Similiarly only those who've fallen in love will understand . It's a feeling, scientifically may be a rush of certain hormone(i dont know what its called) but actually gives u a high u've never imagined.

It's the first time u see a pretty pink dress in a showroom n you see her in it. Its the first when u hear "truly ,madly, deeply" and for the first time you realize its true meaning.You feel you are in some kind of fairytale. Everytime you blink your eye u think of that person. Everynight u fall asleep you dream of that person in your arms.You dont remeber your life without that person.This is when u know you lost yourself to someone or maybe found who u really are.

It's unforgetful. 'Mystic' could be an easy way to describe this complicating feeling!! It's the first time you start using worlds like "cutiepie", "honey", "love"!!! God they don't seem too cliche any more. It's when you start taking care of the way you look. It's when you know you look good just by looking at that person. It's when you are dull and grey even when your with your friends and the moment that person come into the room your eyes light up, an uncontrollable smile spreads across your face, it's like you have just started breathing, it's like you've just started living.

I could go on and on. However cheesy it may sound " feels like am in love with love".
To conclude .......
Usne baat ki kuch aise dhang se...
Sapne de gaya woh hazaaron rang ke,
Reh jaaon jaise mai haar ke....
Aur choomein,
woh mujhe pyaar se....

Pehla Nasha, Pehla Khumaar.....

Humanity ....The only relgion

The British author H.G. Wells once said "Our true nationality is mankind".Taking it further from here for me it is also the only true religion as well.

Religion literally means set of beliefs concerning the cause, nature, and purpose of the universe, esp. when considered as the creation of a superhuman agency or agencies, usually involving devotional and ritual observances, and often containing a moral code governing the conduct of human affair. Therefore from the above meaning i infer that religion is means to organize us .It was created by human beings themselves in a bid to bind us in a code of conduct that would enable every being to lead a life of happiness and content.

Isn't it ironical then that religion is a source of discord and disharmony in this world of "gods emissaries".Wars are waged in the name of religion which aggravates the situation to the summit of devastation.War exploits peoples instinct for survival by placing them in a situation in which they had to either kill or be killed.War is inhuman ,it not only destroys our present but also our future generations making it a vicious cycle of unending suffering.

Wars cannot be stopped once they starts thus it has to be eliminated at the very beginning when the such an idea germinates in the minds of people. only when humanity is deep rooted within the minds and hearts of people ideas of war hatred jealousy bloodshed are not in sight.It is only when man looks at concepts other than humanity that there is devastation.

Thus just like a mothers milk is food for a baby's body ,Humanity and mankind are food for a person's thoughts.Once strongly ingrained they would fight devilish tendencies of war and religious turmoil.It teaches us to empathise and make peace.

Rather than just following religion on an extrinsic level lets get beneath its hide and see its underlying meaning-Why has it originated?what is it teaching us ? what is it sole purpose?The day we start asking ourselves these questions is the day we have started treading on the path to humanity.....the path to everlasting happiness.....

Thats How Life Seems

Stolen...
that's how life seems to be,
like the British stole the Kohinoor,
and the Indians were left in agony...

Broken...
that's how life seems to go on,
I try to find the petal,
but get pierced by a thorn...

Shaken...
that's how life seems right now,
with the sky below my feet and
the earth right above...

Shattered...
that's how life seems today,
like The World Trade Centre
on September's 11th Day...

Dry...
that's ow life seems to pass by,
Like the leaves that wither in Autumn,
finally fall and die...

Black...
that's how life seems to mould,
I'm grappling in the dark and
there's nothing to hold...

Cold ...
that's how life seems to shiver,
I'm holding it tight,
It still seems to melt away quicker and quicker....

Sinking...
Life seems to be hitting the ground...
just like The Titanic,
She hit the iceberg and
went sinking down...