Friday, July 20, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Something....
P.S.
A brief background this creation:
As I read the news of Suicide coming up to be a leading cause of death in India, I felt that this particular issue has not been brought forth as often as it should have been, depending on the gravity of the issue as put forth in the news: http://timesofindia. indiatimes.com/india/Suicide- may-soon-be-leading-cause-of- death-in-India-reveals-study/ articleshow/14329046.cms . Further, it was really astonishing to know that suicide has become the second-leading cause of death among the young in India. Young India, which should be the future of India has been so disheartening. Committing Suicide instead of committing something to make India proud. The study says, suicide claims twice as many lives in India as HIV-AIDS. We have invested a lot in campaigns and awareness for HIV/AIDS. Now its time for a drive to stop Suicidal Attempts and Suicides. Probably not just in India, but around the world altogether.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Soiling your clothes to dirt off your hands!

And now, when I try to retrospect into my own past I am once
again jealous of my own past vis-à-vis my present and the upcoming future.
Probably everyone who is now in the early twenties or mid-twenties would be,
after reading this:
I could trade my entire future for just that one day of the
past! The days were simply…. innocent and beautiful J
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Blessed, to have you in my Life!
Wow! What a coincidence. It’s my 17th Post and
today is 17th of June- more so- Father’s Day!
On this special occasion, I would like to share a very
special story that I encountered during the Inspirational Session of Mr. Sujit
Lalwani that I had attended. Very relevant and very powerful. The story is
reproduced below:
A small kid wanted to play football and learn the game
very well. So, he started his lessons with a very profound coach. Every day he
went into the practice ground early morning. His father would be sitting on a
bench and his face wearing a smile, directed towards the son practicing. This
was an everyday routine for days and weeks and months. In the initial days, the
coach was trying to transfer the very basic skills of the game to the child but
to no avail. Months passed by but the kid could not improve on his football
skills. Yet, the patient coach did not give up. He continued to guide him.
Almost a year passed by without any improvements. More
so, the coach noticed that the kid’s father stopped coming to the grounds just
a few weeks ago. The coach thought that the father was too upset to see his son
not improving.
A few more days passed by. Soon, the country was going to
finalize the national team for the kids international football match. The child
requested the coach to include him as well in the team. But the coach was
horrified at his request. He said, “Son, how can I include you in the national
team when, in the practice of so many months, you have not showed any signs of
improvement in your playing skills?”. The kid replied, “Sir, please give me
just one chance. I beg you. I promise you that I will not let you down this
time. I also promise that I will be the highest scorer in the match. Please
believe me just one time.” The coach was very touched with the kid’s pardon and
granted him this chance.
On the day of the match, it was a miracle to watch,
especially for the coach. The kid who performed hopelessly during his one year
training session was the star of the entire match. Goals after goals. Cheers
and accolades all around. It was simply unimaginable for the coach!
After the match, the coach summoned the kid and asked,
“What was so different today that you showed up such a brilliant performance?”
The kid replied, “Sir, it is almost a month that my
father died. He could not see me practice all those days because he was blind.
But today, I guess he could see me from the heaven and he must have been really
happy today to see me play well. It was just my desire to make him real happy and
proud that I got the strength to play this well.”
The story might seem hypothetical but there is no harm in
seeing it as a true story. Why? Because it portrays what it means to be a
father and a child. The father, despite being blind, wore a smile just to
encourage his child to play well. To a father, a child is always his Rockstar no matter what. The child, despite a history of poor
performances, did miracle just to make his father happy and proud. To a child, a father is always his Role model.
And now something from my side. Father is a characterization of चेहरा एक, रूप अनेक (one
face, multiple roles)
FATHER is a -
F- Friend, with whom you can share your feelings and
whims
A- Angel, who is ever-ready to bestow you with your
desires and wishes
T- Teacher, who will give you the lessons of facing
life and its challenges
H- Hero, whom you always want to emulate
E- Emperor, who rules the house with his wits and
takes informed decisions
R- Rescuer, who is the savior for you, all the times,
in any circumstances
Dedicated to my Father, who has always fulfilled his roles
without any compromises. :)
Friday, June 15, 2012
ना पेटी बड़ा ना खोखा But सबसे बड़ा रुपैया!
ना पेटी बड़ा ना खोखा
But सबसे बड़ा रुपैया!
दुकानदार हो या फिर
रिक्शेवाला
सबके जुबान पर मिलेगा:
भैया, छुट्टे हैं ना?
फोटोस्टेट हो या फिर
“लुज़ वाटर”
बिना छुट्टे हो जाओ
“रिवर्स गियर”
मेट्रो पे मांगोगे,
“भैया एक ग्लास पानी देना”
वो कहेगा, “भैया,
छुट्टे हैं ना?”
फिल्मो में हीरो
बोले,
“चुम्मा
चुम्मा दे दे!”
यहाँ पे सभी कोई
बोले,
“छुट्टा
छुट्टा दे दे!”
कहते है, ऊपर वालेकी
मर्ज़ी के बिना
हिलता नहीं एक भी
पत्ता,
पर यहाँ तो एक
सिक्के के बिना
क्रूर गर्मीमें ये
प्यास हि नहीं मिटता!
ना हिरा ना मोती
ना सोना चाहूँ रे,
मैं तो भारत सरकारका
बस सिक्का मांगूं
रे!
सन्दर्भ: नई दिल्ली मेट्रो इस्टेशन (बाराखम्बा रोड) पर पिने
के लिए “ग्लास वाटर” माँगा तो दुकानदार ने छुट्टे ना होने की वजह से रु.२ का पानी
देने से इंकार कर दिया। क्या करता, १५ रुपये की पूरी बोटल लेनी पड़ी!
P.S. पेटी is a
Marwari jargon for Lakhs and खोखा is for Crores
Thursday, June 14, 2012
My Ticket to FMS...
I really wanted to write something when I was leaving
Kathmandu on 10th of June, for my start of a new life at New
Delhi trying to anticipate how I would feel once I am
at a home away from home. However, I did not want
to play my imagination into it and indeed wanted to wait and experience the
feelings first-hand and then share it afterwards with authentic experiences. (Although
I have a sweet memory of my two years of Hostel Life, nevertheless, it was
‘Hostel’ life for a limited meaning).
Farewell at the Taxi:
Yes, it was very obvious for me and family members to wave
the hands because this time I was not going for a short tour or visit with a
promise to return back within a week or so. (Alike the many other previous
trips to New Delhi ).
With more and heavy luggage this time, the adieu was a bit more heart
rendering.
At Bhairawa:
I stayed for almost 9 hours at Lumbini Flour Mill with
absolute comfort. Special thanks to Amit Dai, his and subsequently my Jijaji-
Again Amit Jijaji! And of course, to Jayprakash jee. That was still a homely
environment and managed to do a bit of Official task as well [Janakitech knows
it ;) ]. Overall, a nice experience.
At Gorakhpur
Railway Station:
Almost two hours before the scheduled departure of the
GKP-ANVT SPL Train, I reached the AC Waiting Lounge, dragging the Trolley of
the luggage. And now, I was already starting to miss the evening dinner that we
took at home, together. The hot air from the fan of the train made me miss the
weather of Kathmandu more so than ever. I
managed to sleep, and guess what a sound sleep!
At the ANVT Railway Station:
I must thank GOD for my arrival at the station safely with
the entire luggage. It happened for the first time in my lonely-travel history:
I was still sleeping at around 1:45pm in the afternoon when the train reached
the destination when a fellow passenger from the next compartment woke me up. I
was shocked to see my compartment empty but with the entire luggage! I
hurriedly deboarded and took an Auto to my relative’s place at Kingsway Camp.
My FMS Saga:
The final and most significant task of this trip.
Alternatively, the first step of a new beginning. The experience that is worth
sharing here is that Delhi University (North Campus) or the entire
Vishwavidhyala area would seem like a road puzzle initially until you have
finally put your footsteps in every possible footpaths and Margs.
Indeed, in search of Hostels and the PhotoStat services, you will have walked
all the possible ways! However, irrelevant to say here, as far as the Hostel
admissions are concerned, they are not very student conducive, despite being
that the facilities are highly commendable.
My Fresh Yesterday:
Concluding Note- Absence of one versus Absence of
Many:
To everybody out there in Kathmandu (or Nepal as a
whole) who know me, probably they might be missing just a single person- me.
But I simply can’t explain you the story on my part- one who is missing not
just a single person but an army of near and dear ones. I just want myself to
make the most of this departure that I have been facing currently. As it is
said, a troubled present begets a brighter tomorrow. Just need enough wishes
and blessings to recharge my strengths so that I can trade this present for
better future, as envisioned by me, my family members, and my loved ones and
dear friends.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
भला किसीका करनासको तो...
"भला किसीका करनासको
तो बुरा किसीका मत करना
पुष्प नहीं बन सकते
तो तुम कांटे बनकर मत रहना"
मैंने अपने जीवनके
अभी तक के २५ सालोंमें बहोतसी अच्छी शिक्षा पाई है। पर सब में अनुपम मुझे ये
साधारण सी किन्तु अत्यंत अलौकिक दोहा हि लगती है। ये साधारण है परन्तु हम सब इसको
नहीं निभाते है। वेद, पुराण, शास्त्र सब यह सिखातें है की अच्छे कर्म करो, अच्छाई
का साथ दो। पर सायद आजके ज़माने में ये थोड़ी Outdated सी लगती है। आजकी
सदिमें तो अच्छाई करने वाले कम और बुरा चाहने वाले ज्यादा होगये है।
इस भजन, दोहे या फिर
श्लोक ने मेरे मस्तिष्क एवं मनमे बेहद गहरा स्थान बनाकर रखा है। ये दो वाक्यों ने
पूरी की पूरी इंसानियतको समेटलिया है। केवल इतना हि नहीं, मुझे तोह ऐसा भी लगता है
की यदि पृथ्वीके संपूर्ण प्राणी मात्र इस पर अमल करें तो सायद ये धरती में हि
स्वर्गकी अनुभूति दिलादे।
कहते है, सच्चाई की
हमेसा जीत होती है। पर मुझे सच्चाई की जीत की उतनी परवाह नहीं जितनी अच्छाईकी की
है। कभी कभी झुटके सहारे भी किसीकी भलाई करनेका अवसर प्राप्त होता है।
कुछ साधारणसे
नुस्खे:
- · मीठी बोली
- · सही सुझाव
- · Zero ईर्ष्या
- · सद विचार
- · निसंकोच मन
सायद ये आप सभीको
पता भी हो। समझ लेना की मैंने एकबार refresh
करादी।
Sunday, June 10, 2012
SLC Results at your fingertips
How long do you need to wait for a pizza to be
served? How much time do you need to spend in order to get your turn
at the barber’s shop for a haircut? Where do you stand in the long queue of
getting your tank filled with petrol at the Petrol pump round the
corner? And now, the most important question for a student, “How much of
anticipation do you need to undergo in order to know your exam results (particularly
the SLC Results) once it was officially published?”
I am not aware of possible answers to the
first three questions but I am pretty candid and certain about the answer to
the final one. Yes, I can say that now you simply do not need to undergo any
delay or time lag on knowing how you have fared in you SLC examinations.
Yes, ZERO Anticipation! Thanks to Sparrow SMS and
its SLC Result Campaign under 5001. You no longer need to wait
for the newspapers to publish the results and neither do you need to
suffer the slow Website response. Yes, its now ultra fast and ultra easy to
get your results in the most handy form-
on your mobile by the virtue of just a single Pre-registration
SMS to SLC Results.
Let me share you the story of how we (in the
year 2062B.S.) got our SLC results, indeed, a struggling effort to
get the results as compared to such easy methods. Moreover, we got
our results in bits and pieces, unlike today where you can
get your Detailed Results at once. One had to wait for the
Gorkhapatra to publish the Division list at first where you could just know
that whether you passed with Distinction or in any of the Divisions. More so,
you had to book your copy of Gorkhapatra (even at a price higher than its
Cover Price) or share it with a few of your colleagues and still then wait
for your turn to scroll down your fingers along
with your eyeballs to scan through the number maze to get
to your Symbol no! Then, you had to wait for around a week to know
the marks and the percentage when the ledger (as we called it then) arrived
in your respective schools.
Now, those are the bygone days…
All you need to do now is this simple:
In order to Pre-register,
Type SLC<space>Symbol
number and send SMS to 5001.
Example:
·
SLC 12345678
·
SLC 01234567A
After having discussed about SLC and Results, I feel the
urge to share something on “What next after SLC” too. Obviously, most of us are
not decided or mentally positioned for the choice of the stream after SLC,
whether Science, management or Humanities. Most of us have a wrong concept
regarding the choice: the rudimentary thinking says that with higher
percentages, one should go for Science, and with lower percentages Management
and Humanities. Stream is correlated with the Pyramid of percentages obtained
which is a very big mistake as I see it. You need not judge your stream by your
obtained percentages but rather by your interests and passion. In today’s
competitive environment, 16 years of age is high-time for developing a path for
your career and future goals and vision. You should not be in a limbo with such
crucial decisions; neither should you leave the decisions on irrelevant
indicators like the percentage.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Never stop asking...
I have no intention of turning my bog into a daily diary.
However, I just felt that on the recent Friday (1st of June), which
was meant to be very special for me and my friends actually did not turn out to
be very exciting. May be I felt so, may be I no longer “Rock” or may be I never
“rocked”. I wanted to write something special but nothing special came to me. I
don’t know if I am wrong but I failed to maintain the charm of the day. However,
very unexpectedly, I came across something very special the very next day.
After having a blog dedicated to my own inspiration, I
discovered this Saturday that I had been an inspiration to someone! Someone, in a program (Farewell program to the Batch of 2012-2012 of Himalayan
WhiteHouse Int’l College, where I was invited as the Guest of Honor) revealed
an incident when I came to know that I had been a spark of inspiration to…..
just guess………………………………a teacher during my grade 11 at Himalayan White House International College.
Seems unusual. But I was delighted to know that I had been
the spark for a change in the life of a teacher. He shared how I had been the
source if motivation and inspiration to him. Here’s how:
I had accidentally entered into a class during my first
class into another section’s class where Dr. Jiwan Adhikary was teaching Nepali
Vyakaran. I keen listened to what he taught and after some time, I raised a
question on the topic that was being taught. Unfortunately or rather
fortunately (as you will realize a little later as you go on reading) Jiwan sir
wasn’t really updated on that topic and he felt that he could not answer the question
to the fullest with what he knew then. However,
I had no intention of embarrassing him or asking him just anything out of the
blue. It is my habit and nature to ask what I don’t understand, outright and
frankly.
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Dr. Jeewan Adhikari |
Now, can you anticipate what role could this simple incident
play in someone’s life, especially in the teacher’s life? Let me share with you
what Jiwan sir revealed after such a long break (so much as 6 or 7 years), in
the program where we met again, yet again accidentally! I had a very healthy
conversation with him that day when he told me, “Vipul, do you remember the day
when we met for the first time in the class for a short span of time? Do you
know- that the very next day I took the ordeal of collecting the best of the
books available over the topic that you raised the question and updated myself
so well that now I can answer anything and everything to my satisfaction.”
I was simply speechless! I thought to myself, how deep difference
just a “question” could make. Of course, my question and my short presence in
the class turned out to be very fortunate enough, fortunate too much for Jiwan
sir and spill-over effect, fortunate for me too. I am fortunate to know that I
had been a “change-agent” in the life of my teacher. I am thankful to Jiwan
Sir, for sharing with me this particular incidence which will of course remain
unforgettable for the rest of my life. I thank you sir, from the bottom of my
heart, for taking me so seriously.
A few things to reiterate: Never stop asking and Always have
your say.
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
To the Unsung Hero of my Life
I am very happy today.
In fact, my happiness knows no bounds on this great day of May the twenty-ninth
of 2012. To the world, the reason might be different. But I am sure you know
the actual reason behind my gladness. It’s not about me; it’s about ‘my’. I bet
you are aware of it. That is why at times I feel that you know me better than
myself. I am indeed proud to have you in my life, no matter a little later.
The timely suggestions,
the moral boosters. The late night shifts at your house and the instant calls
for follow-ups. I am sure I am going to miss all these for at least a few years
from now. I don’t know if I can ever become a person like you who sees
solutions and not just problems in every matters of life. The real life
experiences of your life that you shared with me when I get into troubles were
always a dose of optimism to me. I know that you are very caring and helpful
and joyful and thoughtful. But it seems to me that I enjoy a lot of those from
you rather than anyone else (this could make a lot of them envy me! ;)) Yet
again, it was your constant suggestion and encouragement that I have started
off with this Blog. However, here, I would like to borrow a phrase “Have I made
it large?” from my inspiration to my continued blogging zeal so that I can ask
my readers if I have succeeded in portraying you in my life.
As I sat down to
dedicate this blog post to you, I realize that it’s my Eleventh post this May
as well as in my Blogging history (J I started the
Blog in May itself!). They say that Eleven is a lucky and fortunate and good
number (after 7). I am once again delighted to dedicate my Eleventh Post to
you. And as a retrospect my past, I find that I met you for the first time in
my life during my admissions for the Eleventh grade after my SLC. And as I peep
into the near future, I discover that I have an-all-new journey set for my
future and career from the Eleventh of June (as I will be moving for Delhi from
Nepal for my MBA at FMS) which I know would have been a dream to me if I keep
aside your relentless efforts along with me to fulfill my applications (I hope
you remember the formalities to be done with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
along with the sending of my Relevant Original Documents to New Delhi through
your acquaintance via SpiceJet!) Wow, what a co-incidence of Elevens.
And let me add to this what stroke me at this moment- the movie Ek aur Ek
Egyarah starring Govinda and Sanjay Dutt. May be, if I
had stayed with you together in Nepal for a few more years, we could have been
the real life casts of that reel-life!
I hope you will like this
small gift from my side as I thought to gift you with something that belonged
to me, entirely me. How nice it seems to me to gift you with a technical and
ICT-related gift- through my personal blog post dedicated entirely to you!
I don’t know if I have
done justice in recognizing you as my Unsung Hero, but I would sincerely like
to defend or rather explain my connotations behind the selection of this title.
I didn’t know you at all some 7 years ago. You were none other than anyone to
me before that, just like any stranger passing by. You were neither any so-called
relative to me nor any distant relations of our acquaintance. No relations of
blood either. You are neither my father, nor my uncle. Neither was I anyone so
special to you. But yet, over the years, you have made me all the more special
to have you as my friend, my elder brother, my mentor and my guardian.
Your contributions,
large and small, are very very monumental and extra-ordinary. I am certain that
they weren’t extended out of any moral liability or obligation (just like the
duty of a father towards his son, or a responsibility of a teacher over his disciple)
and neither did you have any sort of vested interest in your unconditional
support and love towards me. Let me become selfish at this instance, I am too
proud to have you as the most Special person in my Life-long odyssey.
You have taken a great
leap from No one to The Most Special Person and that’s why I take you as my Unsung
Hero. I love you for what you are, I salute you. You once said in my house, “I
can never be Vipul” but here I say to you, “No need to become, you are great as
you are. You remain as my dearest Amit Dai, forever and ever.”
So, Have I made
it large?!?
P.S.: I am still awaiting
a perfect moment to provide a platform for another outflow of my feelings for
the Unsung Heroine of my life whom I met still a bit later in my life. I
don’t know if I can and should name her or not, but yes, she too deserves the
tag of ‘my unsung heroine’ in my life.
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