Tuesday, 30 July 2013

INSPIRATION IN DISGUISE



What would life be if we were to succeed in everything we did? What if there was nothing called ’failure’?? I’m sure most of you will agree if I say- life would then had become boring and unchallengeable. Today’s world is full of lazy minds looking for shortcuts to success, reading books on success mantras, etc.  But despite all this, at the end of the day each individual does thrive for that minimum quota of success required for his or her satisfaction. In the process the person faces obstacles and if he is not able to cross them due to some reason or the other, he terms his attempt to be a failure. Instead of taking failure as a lesson most of us take it as a mistake which we try never to repeat in future. In today’s society failure has become something to fear, avoid and prevent at all costs. This is where a person goes wrong. One must understand that failure can act as a guide to more worthwhile activities. We learn new skills in life and most of them we learn only after failing to do them properly. It’s very important to etch in our minds that we cannot distance ourselves from failure. We can succeed in a particular thing, but it doesn’t ensure the same for our future prospects. So, it’s better to expect for the best but be prepared for the worst. It’s useless to shield oneself from failure as that would seriously affect your future success prospects. Be bold enough to accept that you have failed. 

Failure teaches us many things that success doesn’t. Firstly, getting easy and quick success can make a person complacent. But a person who has witnessed failure always keeps himself humble at times of success. He is matured enough to understand that there is nothing to over boost about his achievements. He knows many more hurdles are waiting for him, during which he has to face the pain of the thorns. Chances of failure can never be averted. This is life, an inseparable mixture of success and failure.Once someone fails, the individual gets that valuable opportunity to assess himself. Where did I go wrong?  How can I improve myself? He gets that time to understand and self-motivate himself. It is then that one comes up with an alternate approach and starts believing that yes I can succeed. Eventually success gets even sweeter when you accomplish something after series of setbacks. Failure is indeed an opportunity to achieve success. It teaches us what not to do and pushes us to look for another approach until we find one that works. Failure ultimately checks how resolute and tough one is.

We're all human and it's human to hate failure. I think it's especially difficult for us as adults. Because we're older, we feel we should succeed more quickly than we did when we were young. So we slip back into the attitude we had when we were young. We start fearing failure and get easily frustrated. But now we usually lack an older authority, a "parent", to keep us on track. We have to do it ourselves. We can end up being focused on our limitations instead of on our potential and its then that we "fail". If we want our middle age to be successful, we have to learn that failure is important and shouldn't be feared. It should be seen for what it is, a step on the road to success.

No one can guess the number of failed attempts one has to make to achieve something. It all depends on the person’s approach and how competent he is for the goal he is thriving for. One must be convinced that he is trying for the right thing and should approach it with maximum confidence, skill and dedication. Try avoiding being deliberately over precautionary in fear of failure that might be lurking around. There are scores of examples of people who achieved what they desired to be in spite of initial failures. 

It’s very rightly said that “failures are stepping stones to success”. Indeed failure is an inspiration in disguise. 
                                                                                                               -PRASENJIT CHAUDHURI

Remembering how did I pass my college exams..



   “Xerox hoga! Iss copy ka ek xerox kar do,jaldi.” Sometimes I wonder how many times have I heard a student conveying such sense of urgency. Why to talk of others? I myself was compelled to spend around 200 bucks every semester for xeroxing notes to bolster my exam preparations.The venue for this is any of the dozen xerox shops flourishing in the areas circumscribing a college.
These prey on the proneness of students being mundane and lazy in writing class notes. ‘Caz’ public are compelled to use the ‘Xerox trump card’ to study the collected notes on the final day. I struggled in my college for 4 years and am ready to admit shamelessly that I fall in the same stack. In this context the so called ‘gatus’ (book worms) are requested not to relegate us and feel pity. It is not just a ‘pass the exam funda’ but if studied properly can emulate the performance of the daily note crammers. The warm,fresh Xerox from the machine does summon a temporary will to study, but although being short lived it needs to be nurtured for at least a day per exam.The source copy which clones itself is worth applauding. Its owner deserves credit for showing immense grasping concentration and ability to convert words of a professor to notes. There a few handful students who exemplify the above. 

Often the studious are defamed by group B(group of laggards)for being so called ‘gatus’(book worms). Counter attacking, group A(studious group) beams petulant behavior towards them. But ahead of exams group B becomes subservient and consequently their studious cronies shed their initial temporary repulsion towards sharing their notes. Let’s be optimistic and say that its the friendship that finally prevails. I myself neither suited to group A nor group B completely, thus ensuring my being unbiased towards the topic. It can be taken as a victory of the ‘Xerox machine’. The dominance of machine grows and the role of master and servant thus getting eventually swapped.
I wonder, what would have happened if Mr. X hadn't developed the Xerox machine. Perhaps the ‘caz public’ would have switched over to writing their daily notes to the delight of our professors.
                                                                                                                                                             PRASENJIT CHAUDHURI
                                                                                                 

Monday, 29 July 2013

Poli tickling

                                            "Jack of no trade,master of all."

              Doesn't this tweak of the famous saying perfectly describe the politicians of our country??

ROGER THAT


"Roger is the most beautiful man to watch play tennis.The most beautiful I have ever seen play.His moment combined with artistry,his racquet,the look,he has got everything going."-John McEnroe.

   I remember during my school days, I didn't have the habit of reading newspapers and my father would frequently spoon feed me with current affairs and day to day happenings around the world.As a result a thing which got etched in my mind due to its recurrence was ROGER FEDERER winning a Grandslam.Yes the use of caps does justice to the great man.But back then I never quite understood the importance of a Grandslam nor the stature of Federer , a thing I badly regret today.But now I have moved on .Today I hold the same passion and love for tennis as I do for cricket.Cricket because its India and tennis because its Roger Federer.

The style and sheer genius which Roger brings in the court leaves me awe struck.The game has seen many greats but the beauty Federer has brought still remains highly unmatched.You ask for records and Federer floods you with 4 Australian Open,1 French Open,7 Wimbledon,5 US Open,302 weeks at rank 1 and what not.The effortlessness he showcases is a total contrast to other players muscling their way and running all over the court.The magic and brilliance he unleashes with his single hand backhand,cross court shots,between the leg return shots are a treat to watch. Be it the hairband,his apparel or his shots,he brings an adorable combo of both sexiness and perfection like no other player.His exuberant hits, court movements complemented with his swaying hair seems to be tailor made for slow motion admiration.

Many consider Federer is well past his prime.True but as usual,success gives scope to unwanted critics.Same is with Roger's case.Like Sachin scoring anything less than a century is perceived as a failure same is with Federer unable to win a Grandslam. Expectations sore so high that even a semifinal exit leads to talks of his fading career.It was heart breaking to see his second round exit this Wimbledon(tough to remember the player's name who defeated him).Funny part is that his defeats are taken his loss rather than his opponent's victory.Nevertheless Federer,a true sportsman pays full regard to his nemesis and vows to fight back.There is always a majestic touch in both his victories and defeats.His personality off field, his charity work, classic ads makes him not only the face of tennis but also of many people all over the world.

But surely he can't go on forever.Every good thing comes to an end but I pray that Roger goes out on a high.He deserves so.But said so I can't imagine tennis without Federer.Its Roger Federer for tennis and tennis for Roger Federer.His retirement will sadly mark the end of tennis for me.  
                                                                                                               A true Federer Fan,
                                                                                                             -PRASENJIT CHAUDHURI
                                                                                                             

Sunday, 28 July 2013

A JOURNEY TO SUFFER

“Make hay while the sun shines.” This saying had been reiterated to me many times in my childhood. But very sorry to say this doesn’t click with me anymore at least figuratively. Waking up early morning with torturing thoughts of monotonicity has been the worst deal of my life. But battling all these with a hollow inner voice of ‘COMEON’ I go through my daily morning routine to get myself ready to face the outer world. But wait, before leaving sweet home a look at the wallet is very very important as the contents inside it tend to play a villainous role in one’s journey.

Being a resident of Kolkata (the City of Joy) I am highly indebted to its public transportation. Speeding buses with their conductors hollering for passengers is a common site on Kolkata roads. But as a passenger the ride in these buses is not that joyous. Interior of buses ensure that one gets the minimum comfort in his/her journey. Courtesy to our ever growing Indian population, you find yourself stuffed with so many others, much much more than the bus can actually accommodate. Packed inside the ill ventilated bus and cooked by the hot, sultry weather the inevitable starts – you break into sweat and drops of it start trickling from your till now immaculate face. At the same time, you can’t really complain about coming in contact with a sweat drenched co-passenger around you. The passenger seat ratio at peak time even reaches a fatal 4 is to 1, implying presence of 100 odd passengers in an average sized bus.

Very soon you find the conductor asking in his loud, rugged voice for the bhara (Bengali version of fare). That is when the pre check of your wallet comes into play. Doesn’t matter how rich you are and how much cash you are actually carrying, what is by default expected from you by the conductor is chutta (Indian version for change) or the exact fare if possible. But beware, before you hand over the chutta please ensure you have enough for rest of the day. You see it’s because every Indian wants change!! And in case if you are handing a 50 or a 100 rupees note then be ready to be on the receiving side for both the change as well as the taunting. Same is the case when you dare to board the bus with any type of baggage. Once you are greeted with rebuke from the conductor and other passengers balancing and finding space becomes the next big thing. 

Surely the conductor is the most happening person in a bus. Stopping the bus frequently for more passengers and stuffing them in the already packed bus or beating the bus and setting up the tone to encourage the driver catch speed are trademark acts of a conductor. Hence the bus is either crawling or moving dangerously at high speed. In both cases the conductor ends up becoming a punching bag on which passengers vent out their anger. Threatening and banging the bus is a very common thing done by commuters to get the bus moving smoothly. Some of the comments hurled by passengers at the conductor are worth enjoying. If you get a seat then its fortunate enough given that the seat is comfortable and you share it with an average sized person and most importantly that you have the confidence of making your way through the crowded bus by the time it reaches your desired stoppage. But hold on. If you see an old person standing beside you then it’s surely charity knocking your door. Like it or not go ahead and do the good deed.

Like any other journey in life the bus journey too provides you with some good people and some not so good people. You can frequently find yourself among short tempered persons who are now and then getting angry on slightest of the pushes or constantly grumbling about how others are standing. Surely the only remedy for tackling such petulant people and conductors are temporary blindness and deafness on your part. It’s always best to put up a stern body language, making it difficult to be dominated by the people around you especially in a public bus. Often it’s the poor people who are maltreated by the conductor. Aren’t they paying the same fare as a good looking lady or a well dressed gentleman?? Isn’t the bus meant for the public?? So why the difference?? 

The bus journey surely takes you through various mood swings. Doesn’t it? At times you feel philosophical (like why am I here? What is the purpose of life?) or sometimes dreamy (like becoming someone like Ranbir Kapoor or SRK or driving a BMW) but the very next moment you feel a bit angry and frustrated when reality bites you. Surely you can’t restrain yourself at times hurling some bad slang at people around you if not openly then at least in your mind. 

But after being transported like animals (as if gadhas)  and going through all those traffic jams, irritating stoppages, pushing, shouting and fighting one finally reaches his destination. Getting down like boarding requires quickness of mind and as it’s difficult to predict where the bus would stop; you can easily find yourself in a precarious situation in the middle of a busy road.

Surely “survival of the fittest” at its best- only understood by people who don’t own a private vehicle.  


 -PRASENJIT CHAUDHURI