Holding a brief for Gujral

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Leadership and teamwork!
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“As a nation we are rather prone to talking politics; whether it is a bus-stand or in a railway compartment, hobnobbing at an exclusive cocktail party or jogging in a public park.

Of course, what passes for politics in these sessions is really gossip about scandals rooted in some blurred misinterpretation of facts – concocted into a palatable mixture that is masticated between reading newspapers and political magazines and listening to political comments on the radio.”

– R.K.Laxman

Normally I have no enthusiasm for politics, but I must say that I found our current Prime Minister I.K.Gujral’s address in the Parliament full of conviction and sincerity. And the man came across as such a suave and polished personality. Continue reading “Holding a brief for Gujral”

My adventures in cooking.

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Indian roti, curry and raitha.
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There is this story about two dogs and the wily fox. The two dogs fight over a piece of meat and the fox agrees to mediate. And he keeps dividing the same into unequal pieces and then eats it to try to make them equal. At the end, he finished the meat all by himself without the dogs latching on to his trick.

Years ago I made my first ‘roti’ in just the reverse manner. My parents had gone off to Madras and I was staying all alone for the first time in my life. And I had a great time managing my own affairs and that included trying out my limited culinary skills. For in the past, I had rarely ventured into the kitchen to prepare the occasional cup of tea or packet of Maggi. Continue reading “My adventures in cooking.”

Changing Times Changing Education Needs

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“I like less the story that a Frog, if put in cold water will not bestir itself if that water is heated up slowly and gradually and in the end let itself be boiled alive, too comfortable with continuity to realize that continuous change at some point becomes discontinuous and demands a change in behavior. If we want to avoid the fate of the boiled Frog, we must learn to look for and embrace discontinuous change.”

– Charles Handy, The Age of Unreason

I am a Kendriya Vidyalaya alumnus and had recently visited my alma mater. I feel very proud of my school where I gained my initial knowledge, skills and attitude. Then it was such a fine institution, which was widely known for its long-standing tradition for grooming excellence. We used to have good performances in academics as well as sports. And further we imbibed a sense of character, confidence in self and a code of ethics. Continue reading “Changing Times Changing Education Needs”

A Lesson In Self-Assertion

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‘Group of Masai warriors, Africa.’
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My friend and I were walking past the main gate of our college towards Vaishali restaurant. I remarked, “Its my life…”, is such a great number and it neatly sums up the attitude of today’s youth. Even I appreciate it too and after twelve years of school when I was ordered about, I sure want a change. But then all is not well at college too.”

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‘Made to be broken …’

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‘Happy New Year!’
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The tradition of New Year resolutions is a sheer delight that one needs to salute in order to pay respect to our desire to improve ourselves as we ‘journey-on’ in the eternal pursuit of happiness in life. So it is of little account when some people retort and say, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

Picture this. It is a nice chilly evening and I’m all cozy and comfy, snuggled up in the razai with a cup of coffee and some snacks at hand while watching the bloke Boycott explain why the India selectors are a bunch of jokers. And then in walks my friend. Continue reading “‘Made to be broken …’”

Just a note!

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‘Post it Note!’
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“Dear Dnyanesh,

Congrats on your fab result. I am just going to my uncle’s home for dinner. Will be back by 10. If you want to, drop in then and we will celebrate.

Vijay”

So read the note stuck on to my flat’s door. It is my new mantra in life – pasting  up small notes to keep people informed of my activities. And so off I went to my uncle’s place. It was a nice dinner and I never did furtively glance at my watch and fret. I came back on time before my friend turned up and we had a smashing time that evening. Continue reading “Just a note!”

What’s in a name?

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Bouquet of Roses on the lawn.
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“What’s in a name? That which we call a Rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.”

William Shakespeare

My name is C S Vijayaraghavan and I feel that there’s much more to one’s name than what usually meets the eye. My own name, for instance, has an interesting history. The year I was born, my father passed his Department’s SAS Part II exam and to celebrate the occasion my parents christened me ‘Vijay’ which signifies ‘Victory’. But that was not to be end of it for my parents were ardent devotees of Lord Ram (my elder brother’s name is ‘Sriram’) and so ‘Raghavan’ was added to complete the picture (or rather the name). ‘Raghavan’, I am told, is but another name of Raghuvanshi Lord Ram as per the Indian mythology. Continue reading “What’s in a name?”

The fallacy of ‘Dentist Phobia’

The hot searing pain shot up again and I couldn’t even grit my teeth and bear it. You see my tooth-ache had become even worse. Good ol’ molar, having served me faithfully for about twenty years was in dire need of repairs. And that meant a visit to the dentist.

I shudder at the very thought of seeing any doctor. It is just a feeling that I have something akin to saying that Maths is a horrendous subject and computers is no child’s play. I know that it is silly but somehow I picture a dentist’s clinic to be a kind of medieval torture chamber, ‘tar and feathers’ readily waiting for their next victim. Continue reading “The fallacy of ‘Dentist Phobia’”

‘Oh, my friend!’

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Spades!
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All of us can cite names of friends who regard us with great affection but not many can give an instance of a friend who holds one in contempt.

I can! I know a girl of great charm and refinement who viewed me as the greatest savage let loose on the streets. And yet our chats were all the more friendly and gay; so gay that I realized that it was just a veneer of cordiality beneath which she hid her great distaste for me. Continue reading “‘Oh, my friend!’”

Father and Son

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‘Father and Son’!
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Scene : The living room of a flat in the suburbs of a megapolis. The curtains are drawn across the windows and a man in his mid-forties is seated. A young lad – his son, about 15 years of age, enters.

Father: “Why did you take my calculator?”

Son: “Oh dad, I had to do my Maths homework.”

Father: “But you are not supposed to use it. You shouldn’t be at the mercy of these modern gizmos …” Continue reading “Father and Son”