Why Age Is Just A Number - An IIM Bodh Gaya Student Elaborates
“It takes two to do the trust tango - the one who risks and the one who is trustworthy.”
“It takes two to do the trust tango - the one who risks and the one who is trustworthy.”
The news of Cyrus Mistry being replaced as a Chairman of Tata Sons is not new now. A dramatic event which happened on Monday took us by surprise. After this event, the interim chairman of Tata Sons, Ratan Tata wrote a letter to PM Narendra Modi in which he assured the PM about succession planning and smooth operations of the group companies. Now, many must have wondered whether a private company should report its internal issues and corporate events to the government? Although the entire event is still a mystery, we can just guess or speculate the probable intention behind that letter.
Everything about a business school is artificial. We like to portray ourselves as liberal people with progressive thoughts as we are supposed to be the so-called “cream of the nation”. But we don’t let go of our judgmental attitude and hypocrisy that we use to fool ourselves every day. We are worse than those middle aged aunties when it comes to gossips, we literally go gaga even if a guy merely hangs out with a girl.
As schoolkids, we are all trained to write our names legibly on the answer sheet before we begin answering the questions. It is so ingrained in our education system that it almost becomes a reflex as soon as we see the answer sheet. The muscle memory immediately helps us pen down our name, roll number, section, class. It is like flexing your muscles before the big fight.
Once in a while in the corporate world, you come across someone who gives you a new perspective to life itself. And, that too without intending to! This incident happened several years ago, but I still remember it as if it was yesterday!
So how the love used to take place in 2000s in C grade Engineering colleges? First thing first: Getting her phone no. was the most difficult thing. There was no WhatsApp that time, so no chat group named as "Mechanical Rockers of Krishna College" used to exist. That was the time when Nokia had those bulky phones and you used to go to a doctor to replace your thumbs every evening due to bone crushing SMS'. That was the time when grooming for the guys was taking bath and for girls: wearing lipstick. Guys used to flaunt their mustache and girls rarely tried to hide theirs. I am as God made me, was the motto of life. Guys used to gift deodorants to girls for their own good and girls used to...naah, girls never gave gifts in the history of womankind. Recharging someone's mobile was a religious duty. Samosa was of 5 Rs. and so was Coke. So if everything goes well, 100 Rs a date was the usual thing. Girls were as dumb as guys and people used to search Kadhi Chawal in the menus of Pizza Hut. Dates were not about going to pubs; company gardens were good enough. Trees are awesome, they provide oxygen, shade, and privacy. Hey don't be too imaginative, fleeting contacts of hands while showing the latest Santa Banta joke in mobile, was the achievement of the day. If you touched female skin today, you were supposed to die or something with joy.
ये कविता उन दोस्तों के लिए जो देश के तमाम engineering और MBA colleges में पढ़ रहे हैं
In Indian society, as you cross the age of 24-25, and unfortunately start earning a rupee or 2, it becomes an itching alarm for all the Mausis, Buas, Maamis, Chachis, and Aunties, related, remotely related, or only as much related to you, as they belong to the same species. All your female relatives will tightly tie the 'nada' of their petticoats and will report to the line of duty. From then on, they don't give a shit whether their Pappu has done his maths homework, their Pinkie has flunked another exam or their husband (God bless that gentleman) has eaten or not. The burning and explosive need of the universe is: This guy should get married, that too with the girl they want him to marry! I somehow feel that God's hand is behind this animal instinct of theirs. So that no idealist guy breaks the path and decides to exploit his own organs by himself for his entire lifetime, without contributing to the number game of humanity.