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My Madras trip is also cancelled due to this reason & a little bit of support from the rains which made my parents increasingly worry about me, if I were to get struck in madras without a return train or bus. So I have been struck up in Bangalore doing nothing, eating like mad the last the few days I am geetin to eat the home food, watching all the crap I could watch in the idiot box, reading all the novels which I want to read, meeting all those people I want to meet before I leave & finally putting on all the weight which I dunno wanna put on :(.
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After so much struggle & whatever (excuse me for the words for not flowing), I have been given entry into the OZZYLAND!!!
That particular day while writing this post I just couldn't move along since, first the words weren't flowing & secondly I was running short of time. There were lots of things which apparently I wanted to write but I simply couldn't. It apparently ended up like the way Magnus got his visa but this was I dunno maybe the worst ever I thought. There are few steps involved in applying to any Ozzy Uni. In each & every step I endured problems which lead to me think whether ever am I going to sustain the whole process & land in the land of ponting & hayden.
First Step was to determine if I wanted to get myself a life outside cricket which itself was a painstaking decision. After about eight years in the game, I didn't know what the hell to do. So when I finally arrived at a decision that yes I am going to make that decision the problem of the university started. For me if I were to a masters outside
Now UTS had a GMAT cut-off for its MBA students who have scored below a certain mark, I was standing on the wall in between that limit. I was just a 0.5% short, which itself proved that I had to attend the interview season to get an assurance of my offer. The agent which I choose first didn't have UTS for their EDU fair so I had to go to IDP's fair to attend the interview. The lady who interviewed me was one Ms. Tracy Taylor Dean of the B-School which is called Graduate School of Business (GSB). When she looked at my marks & faced me all she said was "I am afraid that you may have to give GMAT". That sounded like hell to me not because of the reason of the exams, because of the reason that I will have to wait for another two years doing that. (okey i m not arguing that gmat is a waste). Then came the most important time when I took out the other file which I had carried to the interview. Fifteen minutes after talking about what’s there in that file I was holding an conditional-offer (degree certificate) in my hand. When I sat in my car my dad was curious enough to ask me what happened in the interview & how did I get an offer due to the GMAT factor, all I said was "Unmaiya pesineen" (like rajini in batsha).
After producing the degree certificate which itself was in the way between me & the full-offer letter, the wait begun. UTS took their own time & after two weeks told this student doesn't appear in our rolls. I was like "what the f%$#". Then that got resolved in its own way after a weeks time. All this was happening & I was slogging my ass off at Accenture. So every days wait was a day gone by kinds. When I finally received the full-offer letter I was sure that the trouble is not ended but has begun.
Visa file, the nightmare in this whole process. My dad is a responsible guy. Let me tell you that much. He's not one bit like me. Handles anything & everything with almost precaution & care. Such a guy lost the file which contained his IT returns, employment docs, etc. Can you believe it? Just over a month to go for the visa file & our man (my poppy) lost these important documents. I said to myself "Bharath find a way out". So for two days I was running from one Income Tax department building to another making a million phone calls. Then when I went to Tiruppur (where he works) my mum found the file. She searched for something else ( I think molagai podi) & got this which always happens when you search for something else. So thankfully even the EDU loan was set rite & with lot of help from my CA I lodged my visa.
Two weeks back the students who had filed their visas along with me received theirs. So that was the beginning of yet another headache. After some more struggle, faxing, photocopying, attending funerals, attending bday parties, training, running around I actually managed some time for a book. Sydney Shelton The stars shine down, when my mobile rang. I picked it up & answered. The cal was from idp & my counselor at the other end asked me if I had come in the morning. I did visit them in the morning to check the status of the visa, more importantly wanted to know if the problem was solved. Then the words came out of her mouth "Bharath u got
"I GOT MY VISA" .............
I wanted to write anout this whole thing much before but I was just waiting for the approval. Anyways I dunno when I will be back to the blogging world since I am going to Madras this weekend to meet my cuz & for the bloggers meet. Will write about the Tour de Madras when I am bak.
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Why your boss is programmed to be a Dictator?
Published Friday, November 18, 2005 by Bharath Sattanathan.
Have you ever had a bad boss? Unless you’ve been exceptionally lucky in your career, chances are you’ve suffered under a bad boss. Chetan Dhruve has written a paper that explains why all bosses are dictators by definition. He adds that because bosses are dictators, your health suffers, and the organization suffers too – both the Challenger and Columbia space shuttles occurred because subordinate engineers were too scared to confront their bosses. Chetan says that rather blaming bosses, it’s the dictatorship system at the office that is at fault.
Chetan Dhruve has worked for companies such as IBM and Cisco Systems. He has an MBA from Cass Business School in London.
You can read his ‘manifesto’ at www.changethis.com
Update: I have become a masthead of teakada.com
"Teakada, in Tamil Nadu, is a hotspot for the common man. A place where people get together for a hot cup of tea/coffee and catch-up the latest on Politics, Movies, Local News, affairs of the State and beyond. Be it 5 AM or 11 PM you could always find folks hanging around these teakada(is).
The teakada typically had/have wooden benches laid out in the streets where a range of newspapers and magazine lay around, inviting patrons to while away their time, while they sip away the brew (mostly 'single china' tea).
Teakada.com is an attempt to recreate such a meeting point, online. Blogs here are primarily about Madras, Tamil Nadu, Tamil Movies, Tamil Politics and India."
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As I sit and stare at the virus hit computer of mine, which is denying me an access into the outside world, thoughts flow in & out. I always think crap at midnight & no wonder this is happening tonight. What do I write about? Was the first question to flash, then the confused state of mind as usual turned on to cricket thinking unusually how I could relate to a general life scene? Though I can’t question the wisdom inside me, even though I am nowhere near it, I am getting to feel that what a strange relation the game is to the general life itself. The funda I am going to tell you now is kind off similar to any walks of life. This is the first time I am writing in teakada.
Again as I have a theory for all, even for this I have a theory which I unusually co-related between what I learned at my workplace to cricket (different forms of life a.k.a (thanks lazy!) careers). Probably most of you are aware of this but for those of whom who are hearing it for the first time, here it goes.
For every activity of life there are four different stages, from which we move on from time to time. And it’s obvious that we all want to be in the final stage where we would be at our best. To give an example of an activity I take driving a car or also playing cricket. The first stage in my words (all my words!) is the Unconscious- In competency stage. A stage of life everyone undergoes. In fact its most certain that when we are taking the car example everyone will go through these stages of learning. Even in cricket, you aren’t sure whether you could bat or bowl or field yet the taste of the game drives you to make that decision. You are Unconscious about your Incompetence.
Then the second stage- Conscious Incompetency. Now you are a little better, in terms of making a decision to do that activity. You have made up your mind & are giving in your efforts in trying that activity which is when you are conscious about your Incompetence. So that doesn’t make you stop doing that. You know that you are not a Michael Schumacher, but that doesn’t stop you learning the activity. “All legends were once amateurs”. The desire to learn pushes you ahead. Now you are better, you have distinguished your strengths & weakness in the game and can say I am a batsman or a bowler; this is where I am lacking.
The danger stage Conscious Competency. This is the third stage of the process and the most dangerous one too. You have learned the art or the game. Now you are conscious about your competency in terms of going ahead & doing things, sometimes in the right way & most times in the wrong way. You are a touch little over confident that you can take things for granted & end up doing the wrong thing at the right time, probably during a right turn or something and invite trouble. The situation most of us land up on! (me-all the time!). Or for instance in playing the game of cricket the situation in which sometimes the rush of blood happens & you tend to through away your wicket playing a stupid shot. This may also happen when you have learned the game through, but what I am saying is the chances of this happening when you are in the next stage is comparatively lesser compared to this stage.
The last stage is the super duper Unconscious Competency stage. This kick ass stage wherein you actually are the master of the art and don’t think the same way. You know you are good and do the right things unconsciously. For example like the way I drive (hehehe)! You end up being the perfect driver and do things unconsciously all though you are conscious about what you are doing. Things become perfect when done in the moment of unconsciousness though you are very much conscious about it. Let the blink take over!
Don’t you think this can be related to any walks of life, think about it!
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(Situation: It was time of the year when the cricket season commences in the silicon valley of India. Players, most of them students commence their training after the long deserved gap. The season, as we will refer to it, commences from the summer & proceeds all the way up to Feb. Sometimes there is a chance that you end playing few tournaments in the month of March just before your exams.)
Some call it a game, Few call it Life. He was among the “Few” of them. He was working very hard. His aim was to crack into his state Ranji team. He treated it like a come back. He had been stagnant in one level for a very long time; even then most of them regard that level as a good one. He wanted to break the shekels & show it to the world that indeed he's not yet done. He said to himself “There is no one in this world who can write me off”.
Then a significant thing happened, a moment of anguish rather a moment of such consequence that changed his path of illusion. A distinguishable personality spoke to him, which made him feel that he isn’t, may be a suitable guy for the game itself. May be he mustn't have listened to him at all or may be he should have. The course took its turn. He decided to drift his focus on to his academics in which he was no mug. He always wanted to be a computer engineer but his profession didn't give him enough time to anything else apart from spending the whole day in the field. His home was only used for sleeping by him. There was an offer from an US university which he wanted to take up, but that ended more miserably than his whole story itself.
In between he was appointed as the captain of his college cricket which happened to be the best in India. He wanted to make sure that he doesn't want to loose his college's pride just because the he was no more focused on scaling the height of the mountain. He just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of climbing more than climb it for achievement. He got on to the mountain again since it was a non refuse able climb which he had to take for the responsibility which was levied on him. Before the first submit there were again problems, questions, eyebrows raised over his personal capabilities. There was no question of capabilities here since it was a matter of pride more than conqueror. He came up with one man army knocks, personally stamping his authority in the sands of time. When he lifted the trophy after scoring an unbeaten eighty in the finals, sixty seven in the semis & a fifty in the quarters out of the three matches his team got to play in the thirty over a side tournament, he felt it. It got onto his heart. He screamed in the middle of the wicket after thumping the ball over the long on for a six "Yeeeaaaahhhh…..", there was a silence in the crowd. His fists were cutting the air like as thought some war has just been won. It was indeed a war! It marked the beginning of his long crusade.
The first challenge had been conquered but he didn't know it was just the beginning of a very long year. All through the year challenges were before him, he not only kept defending his territory but also expanded his. Vision grew over the time. It was the time of the year they set their foot on the sands of Rajasthan to play one of the best inter collegiate tournaments in India. It was time to “Bosm” the spirits of the damned hearts in the middle of the heat. He was now given the extra responsibility of managing the whole college. Success was smelt once, the blood was drawn once but it was the time to draw it on a larger scale. For him it was even more competitive because of his personal responsibilities. His imagination grew more, he wanted a clean sweep of all the possible events. His strategies very never welcomed sometimes, but yet there were successful when they were tried out. It was the smell of success when he was holding the winners trophy in his hands, he sensed it, the expectation, “The best sports college is made because of performance not potential” his starting words were when he was asked to speak. "Effort is immortal" he screamed when he finished his speech. His words still echoed in the crowd when he posed for the photographs, knowing his words would be the talk of the town the very next day. The second submit was conquered in style.
The upward scale in his life was just encouragement by the almighty for the things which are going to look rather very bad in the very next day after he arrived from the Thar Desert. He was not selected for his state team. This was the first year he was starring down the barrel after giving some of the astonishing acts. The reply given was no performance. He couldn't believe. He didn't know what else he had to do in order to find a place in a team of fifteen top cricketers in his state. The law of averages had proved its presence he thought. For him personally, this was more important than the rest put together. That's when the news came; he was made the captain of his university team. He couldn't imagine the line again.
He was determined to make a mark at the university level. He indeed did. Because of his performance in his first year he was the man of the finals. Now when he's at helm he makes sure every match is his. He tried as much as he could. But they ended up as the fourth spot of the tournament. He wasn't even selected for the All India team even after scoring a ninety in the quarter's, fifty in the semis & three wickets for twenty in the play offs match. He couldn't imagine his fate. It was going miserable day by day.
Meanwhile he was stamping his authority in each & every tournament his college team was taking part. He would come up with a match winning performance because of his batting or bowling or keeping or fielding or purely captainship. His thoughts were simple & straight, “Either be the best or be different”. He wanted to be the latter. He said to himself "U are the destiny, u make it & u break it". Indeed it was time to write the most remember able chapter, which he didn't know was because of the destiny or not. "U govern your own life son" his trainer had told him. That trip to an open tournament which was won by his college team was the first ever win by a college team in the history of his state cricket. He won the man of the series award after beating the best cricket team in his state in front of the very own eyes of the selector who said he didn't have any performance. His performance in that trophy was compared as a real all round one. He batted, bowled, kept, fielded, scored runs when required, batted every where, captained the whole team, showed them the path, what not?!. He was a satisfied man at the end of the tourney. He jumped across to the highway and screamed in the midnight looking at the moon
"I AM THE OTHER SIDE OF YOU"...................
The reception at the college was no different. It was indeed the most wonderful one anybody can think about. For his guiding light he was adjusted the sportsman of the year of the best sports college in his country. He didn’t want any words of appreciations or awards or recognitions. It was a moment of satisfaction when he spent his last few days at the sports department with pride that he had indeed not alone done his job but also set standards for his junior’s to follow. What happened after those days is another story. But that one year in his life has changed his very outlook towards life.
"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live- Martin Luther King"
If you have come so far....Thank you!
update (addition): visithra tagged me (me not tagging anyone this time!)
Due to some techy probs i m not able to bring the image here.....ejukujumeee!... so these r just the scores of my life quiz!
Life: | 9.3 |
| Mind: | 8.6 |
| Body: | 8.2 |
| Spirit: | 9.6 |
| Friends/Family: | 6.2 |
| Love: | 5.7 |
| Finance: | 9 |
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Engirindho Vandale!!! (Thalaivi change from today-after effects of Mazhai!)....
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Yday I went for the one hour weekend run @ Lalbagh after so many days. Ever since I had started working there was no time allotted to fitness. Anyways if I don't train for a week I put on weight, so imagine some three months without sweat. I was enjoying my life eating Bhel puris at my workplace in an air conditioned cabin all these months, not totally bothered about the calorie intakes & the output being my weight showing up a little more every single time I step on the weighing scale.
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Firts the flop training in the morning due to alarm problem, then car breakdown, then bike punture, internet problem, visa problem, mechanic problem, class problem.......yeppa dont ask everything at once in one single day was just little too hot to handle. Now you know if I say I was busy!
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1.Alaipayuthey
2.Kakka Kakka
3.Gladiator
4.Troy
5.Dil to pagal hai
Five things I can never live without:
1.Computer
2.Without any fights with amma!
3.Cricket
4.Friends
5.Bhel puri
Five characters in cinema I have crush on:
1.Asin in Ghajini
2.Trisha in Ayudha Eyuthu
3.Jyothika(Maya) in Kakka Kakka
4.Madhuri Dixit(Maya) in Dil to pagal hai
5.Angelina Jolie in all movies
Five things I miss now:
1.22 yards
2.22 yards
3.22 yards
4.College sports room
5.My name in the newspapers
Five things I want to do in the near future:
1.Start my MBA
2.Party hard on new year eve
3.Go goa!
4.Drive to my family gods temple in Tamil Nadu
5.Try to start playing a musical instrument.
Last movie I saw in theatre:
Majaa
Last movie I borrowed to watch & still not have given back:
Godfather I, II & III (trilogy) DVD
Five books I love:
1.Da vinci code
2.Angels & Demons
3.Five point someone
4.Digital fortress
5.One night @ the call centre....
(Infact only these books I have read! ;)! )
Five people who I pass the High Fives to:
Vatsan
Random Access
Visithra
Jazz
Divya
My appointment was at three o' clock. There were only two ahead of me. So my chance did come a bit faster than I anticipated. The receptionist asked me to enter the room number four. I hadn't seen it before but I saw it then, the name board at the entrance read Dr.Susan Chandy- 'Gynecologist'. I was shocked yet didn't have a choice since I had already opened the door. I went in to meet this sweet doctor who was of my mom's age. After the formal introduction, my tests began. My height & weight were checked (I m sorry, I m not disclosing it! LOL!). Went she came about into measuring my heart beats, she told me she heard three sounds. So I was made to do ten situps, so that my heart would beat normally. It was then certified that it was normal & I am not a chimpanzee from a zoo!.
At that point of time I slid in my question, "Doctor you are gynic, rite?". She said "Yeah I am, so what". I replied "No, I was just wondering what I am doing with a Gynic" & started giggling. Surprisingly even she joined me. The test was almost done by now except for the XRay & the Urinal tests. As I bid tata to the doctor & came back to the reception, I had an option to do any of the one test. Ran staright into the Lab for the Utest, since I didn't know how much time it will take after the Xray. Anyways I was fortunate to have it finished fast & my pocket weighted a thousand bucks lighter. Hard earned money, offcourse my pop's! I thought, as I came out.
It was one of the memorable experiences!
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I don't want to get deep into anything else. So thumps up to the director! Maja- u will certainly have when you watch the movie!
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In the near future expect more posts from me like this since this has developed my interest in cooking!
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