Adios - 2007

2007 – A year will end in two days. I witnessed as well as became a part of many changes in my and my closer ones lives. I think this is one particular year which will remain there in back of my mind.

This 25th year of my life gave me more success than ever before in professional life. On very first day of 2007, I became a part of world’s 5 largest software company Symantec Corporation. It was a big leap in career after starting with a 5yr old startup. The experience and knowledge which I gain in Ensim, helped me to make this jump successful in all context. The professional life is going great, got a chance to work on a different product domain, Unix platform and mainly a whole new bunch of intelligent but equally friendly bunch of people. The past trend of rewarding my contribution continued in Symantec as well, with getting 2 whopping raises in a yr and my first ever promotion in career :-) . The professional path for 2008 is pretty much clearer in my mind, there are some road-blocks in it which I need to pass thro’ safely.

Its personal life which went under lots of turmoil, one of the most difficult times in everyone’s life is when their professional and personal life starts crossing the lines. This creates clashes in life, clashes with your parents, siblings and friends. If I can overcome on all this, I will be the real winner. I am aware of the fact that, sometimes you need to make Adjustments as per your love one’s wishes, you can’t completely ignore and negate their thoughts and expectations. If by doing so, I will be successful in my professional and personal path, I will be fooling none other than myself.

I always set some short term goals to reach to the ultimate target. Now at this point of time in life, one the ladder to this target is at stake. I am worried not about this missing ladder, its about the fact that, I need to re-write the entire plan and it will take some time. Success is there for sure, it can’t ditch me.

Wish You All A Happy, Prosperous & Wonderful New Year!!!

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HAPPY DIWALI !!!

HAPPY DIWALI !!!

महाराष्टाच्या अंधारात,

मातीच्या पणतीचा प्रकाश उजळू दे !!!

अनं या वेळी घेतलेल्या लाईटींगला,

पुढल्या वर्षीतरी झगमगू दे !!!

.... mannu

This one is dedicated to the :- 1) Maharashtra State Goverment 2) Chief Minister Mr. Vilasrao Deshmukh 3) Electricity Department Minister Mr. Dilip Valse Patil and finally the Great "Maharashtra State Electricity Department" for their excellent planning and current state of Abundant power supply to each and every small village, city in the entire state.

Your excellent planning and decision making abilities from last 10 yrs brought the entire industrial units and all the natives of this state to the Age of Darkness. I feel sorry that, we don't have system of honoring the worst state and its statesmen else there would have been no conflict on declaring the award to you and your department. Thanks a lot Sir !!!

{ It's the festive time, else I wouldn't have hesitated to post the comments which I heard during last few days from different class of the society about you and your goverment }

O' Brother

I wrote this one, long time ago. It's my first poem. Yesterday while clearing up some data from the laptop, I found this one. Its hard to recall now, what made me to write it down.

O’ Brother

O’ Brother,
You built those Bridges,
Bridges which connected Hearts,
Hearts which always beat for your Presence,
Presence of the person whom everyone Loves,
O’ Brother, don’t close those Bridges….

O’ Brother,
You built those Bridges,
Bridges which showed us the ways,
Ways which always lead to Prosperity,
Prosperity brought Love for all,
O’ Brother, don’t close those Bridges….

O’ Brother,
You built those Bridges,
Bridges which will drive [ us too far from Home,
Home which always gave us Warmth,
Warmth that built the bonds between us,
O’ Brother, don’t close those Bridges….

O’ Brother,
You built those Bridges,
Bridges which can take us back to Home,
Home, the place we always Love,
Let’s travel those Bridges again,
Let’s go back Home, to our loved ones,
O’ Brother, Let’s built the ways thro’ those Bridges….

….manodeep

Scared :-(

I can feel the abscene of love in my life. Not sure, where the life is heading. This song is one of my favourate and yesterday when it was playing in background, the feeling of loneliness stuck to me. Is it high time that I should allow an entry of someone in my life or should I start search for My Love. Let me decide on it, meanwhile You enjoy the Song :-)



Lyrics

Age Old Indian Cartoons .....

Few days back I received the forward from a friend. After a long time it was a different mail than what usually ends up in the mailboxes as forwards. It was the images of the Old Indian Cartoons, those belongs to the Print era, pre-Dilbert and Calvin & Hobbes. It recalled me of my school days. Those days, a local daily called Lokmat had started their own comics for kids called “Lokmat Comics”, which used to depict the stories of Indian as well as foreign characters along with lots of puzzles. All the characters in that comics were drawn by the cartoonist called “Khalil Khan”, who used to sign in a very stylish manner on last page of the cartoon and besides the picture of small puppy. If I can manage to get some of those images and his signature, I will definitely post it here.

Then came the days of reading Special Diwali editions of different Marathi Magazines, and my favorite one was/is Mauj, its famous for their page long cartoon images which sometimes used to span to next page as well. I think they are one who brought the trend of Two Page Comic Pictures, not sure though. Images which I received in the mail resembles to them. Enjoy the pictures of 80’s Indian Dilbert……

A Tryst With Destiny .....

Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long supressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment we take the pledge of dedication to the service of Inida and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity.

At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her success and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength. We end today a period of ill fortune and India discovers herself again. The achievement we celebrate today is but a step, an opening of opportunity, to the greater triumphs and achievements that await us. Are we brave enough and wise enough to grasp this opportunity and accept the challenge of the future?

Freedom and power bring responsibility. The responsibility rests upon this Assembly, a sovereign body representing the sovereign people of India. Before the birth of freedom we have endured all the pains of labour and our hearts are heavy with the memory of this sorrow. Some of those pains continue even now. Nevertheless, the past is over and it is the future that beckons to us now.

That future is not one of ease or resting but of incessant striving so that we may fulfil the pledges we have so often taken and the one we shall take today. The service of India means the service of the millions who suffer. It means the ending of poverty and ignorance and disease and inequality of opportunity. The ambition of the greatest man of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us, but as long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over.

And so we have to labour and to work, and work hard, to give reality to our dreams. Those dreams are for India, but they are also for the world, for all the nations and peoples are too closely knit together today for any one of them to imagine that it can live apart Peace has been said to be indivisible; so is freedom, so is prosperity now, and so also is disaster in this One World that can no longer be split into isolated fragments.

To the people of India, whose representatives we are, we make an appeal to join us with faith and confidence in this great adventure. This is no time for petty and destructive criticism, no time for ill-will or blaming others. We have to build the noble mansion of free India where all her children may dwell.

The appointed day has come-the day appointed by destiny-and India stands forth again, after long slumber and struggle, awake, vital, free and independent. The past clings on to us still in some measure and we have to do much before we redeem the pledges we have so often taken. Yet the turning-point is past, and history begins anew for us, the history which we shall live and act and others will write about.

It is a fateful moment for us in India, for all Asia and for the world. A new star rises, the star of freedom in the East, a new hope comes into being, a vision long cherished materializes. May the star never set and that hope never be betrayed!

We rejoice in that freedom, even though clouds surround us, and many of our people are sorrowstricken and difficult problems encompass us. But freedom brings responsibilities and burdens and we have to face them in the spirit of a free and disciplined people.
On this day our first thoughts go to the architect of this freedom, the Father of our Nation [Gandhi], who, embodying the old spirit of India, held aloft the torch of freedom and lighted up the darkness that surrounded us. We have often been unworthy followers of his and have strayed from his message, but not only we but succeeding generations will remember this message and bear the imprint in their hearts of this great son of India, magnificent in his faith and strength and courage and humility. We shall never allow that torch of freedom to be blown out, however high the wind or stormy the tempest.

Our next thoughts must be of the unknown volunteers and soldiers of freedom who, without praise or reward, have served India even unto death.

We think also of our brothers and sisters who have been cut off from us by political boundaries and who unhappily cannot share at present in the freedom
that has come. They are of us and will remain of us whatever may happen, and we shall be sharers in their good [or] ill fortune alike.

The future beckons to us. Whither do we go and what shall be our endeavour? To bring freedom and opportunity to the common man, to the peasants and workers of India; to fight and end poverty and ignorance and disease; to build up a prosperous, democratic and progressive nation, and to create social, economic and political institutions which will ensure justice and fullness of life to every man and woman.

We have hard work ahead. There is no resting for any one of us till we redeem our pledge in full, till we make all the people of India what destiny intended them to be. We are citizens of a great country on the verge of bold advance, and we have to live up to that high standard. All of us, to whatever religion we may belong, are equally the children of India with equal rights, privileges and obligations. We cannot encourage communalism or narrow-mindedness, for no nation can be great whose people are narrow in thought or in action.

To the nations and peoples of the world we send greetings and pledge ourselves to cooperate with them in furthering peace, freedom and democracy.

And to India, our much-loved motherland, the ancient, the eternal and the ever-new, we pay our reverent homage and we bind ourselves afresh to her service.

JAI-HIND

DARKNESS AHEAD....................

Early morning I woke after having one of the worst nightmares. It was about this thing, basically a turn on the life, for which I am not yet ready, not ready to reach the next level of life cycle. I am not mentally prepare for it. For the next one hour, I was sitting in a corner and went completely blank, the silence shattered with sound of noisy door bell.

The front page of today’s Times of India, is catchy. Asking everyone to start initiating the actions from Self rather than waiting for others to DO. Usually such messages, mails, songs or for that matter TV ads make me feel fresh, energizes me, but today nothing is working out yet.

I thought of calling my sister, but then it must be 1PM @ other side of the world. Bhau is coming to India on 16^th, so I wasn’t sure whether to talk with him on phone or have a face to face conversation. Even in that confusion I placed the call, to hear the typical answering machine reply L. I was wondering what to do and then connected to internet to read something which can inspire me and keep my moral high. I saw a friend online, even before I could buzz her and talk, my ISP decided to F*** me again.

There was nothing I can do about it, so decided to leave early for work & my bike was waiting for me. Believe me friends; I never had such bad start of a day in my entire life. Yesterday I forgot to turn of the petrol cock & now petrol was overflowing in carburetor. After struggling with it for more than 20 mins, finally it started. As soon as I reached office, workload was waiting for me. All these were looking like bad omens to me.

Then suddenly my cellphone rang and my parents were on the other end. The fear started gripping my mind while talking with him. I did try to prove my point and situation, but it seems that they are not in the mood to listen, for me it’s a big question. I don’t want to hurt their feelings but then How can I let the society to decide my faith? After all it’s the question of next 40 years of life (let’s hope that I will survive that long :-| )

I have to fight this battle on my own….

( All my post on this blog was about the funny/happiest/cherish moments and memories of my life. And how unlucky I am, my 50^th post is all about the wrong things :( , and please do ignore all the grammatical/spelling or any other damn mistake. I am not in mood to re-read this post )

A Story of 3 Rs……..

Today I will share with you A Story of 3 rs… Before going to that, lets talk about how happening day it was.

Promit is moving out of this city, out of this country to pursue higher education in London and that too @ London School Of Economics, Yes the Prestigious University of Europe. I met him @ Pune Eat Outs meet and soon we became good friends. Before flying he decided to treat to some of his friends in town and My name was there on the invitation card :) . When he asked me for the place in KP Area, there was no option other than Masala Mélange . Earlier I had decided not visit the place at least for next one year without my perfect company. But when he asked about the location, I wasn’t aware that, he will invite me as well :) Only thing which I managed is not to sit on the upper deck :). Anyways, I was talking about Promit’s party. So we had a wonderful lunch and got a chance to meet some real nice people too. Then for the first time in my life, I stepped in side those Cane Doors of German Bakery, it was a long due and that cause lack of 3 Cs – Chance, Courage and Company. This time everything was set and then I had a day of my life. I tried out their Chocolate pudding, A Choco Truffle Cake, Few Cookies and believe me all of them were yummy and not too heavy on pocket as well. Ohh…. How can I forget to mention that funny incident, As most of you know, German Bakery is for all kinds people (provided you have money in pocket, and that’s quite reasonable) right from normal foodies like me and my friends , those Osho followers, lots of tourists, love birds and gays too :P, apparently Paresh saw one over there and then rest of the time he was mimicking him and his actions, that was a real funny part of it.

Even before I can say Good-Bye to Promit, Yogesh called up and reminded the appointment with the Future J Now this is something I can’t share with you people right now. It’s a long way to go for that. Once me, Yogesh, Manisha and Vikram completed the formalities for future plans and Mocha was waiting for us on the next door step. As it was Saturday, the place was overcrowded and as Adil, the ex-manager of Mocha and fellow PEOmate was no longer there, We had to stand in a queue. :- But what follows it was the Casablanca Hookah & a Strawberry Shake. Last time when I visited Mocha, we were sitting in the balcony sipping the Chocolate shake full of cream and that too after having a heavy dinner @ Masala Mélange.

On our way back to home, Manisha asked Yogesh about the Long drive plan. This entire week was too hectic on me, I really wanted to smell fresh air, so I joined them and later Vikram and Chaavi also agreed to come. So here we 5, clock ticking to 7.30 PM and we headed towards the plush roads of Pirngut and Mulshi. It was an action pack drive, switching off the headlights and driving in the dark, O’ you could actually feel the thrill…. By the time I reached back to Home, England was trailing behind by 350 runs and had to score 180 runs more with 3 wickets in hand to save the Follow on.

Once again I ditched the Chetan’s call for a game of pool. Next week I have to find out some time for Pool Game.

Its 3.50AM now. Feeling too sleepy to write anything further. I know that, Story of 3Rs is yet unsaid, but I will definitely bring it to this blog, tomorrow or day after tomorrow… Just a hint to that story is, “Whenever I have such a great day full of fun, the memories of that day comes back to my mind, the cost which I paid for that Wada-Pav. I had a lessoned for my life on that day……”

Fundoo Solutions Series

Today morning while driving to the other end of the city, as usual I got stuck in the traffic jam near Le Meridian. It’s expected to get stuck in that area, but what exasperated me most was The sound of Horns . I failed to understand why people need to blow the horns when there is a traffic jam or it’s a Red Signal. What are they expecting others to do? I mean, even if I am driving a bike, that doesn’t me that It can jump over 10 next cars which are also stuck there. The whole concept of using Horns, especially during traffic jams is beyond my understandings. At that time, one funny solution pop-uped in my mind to crab this increasing habit of using Horns. Actually, we Indian like to suck out the freebies, on the other hand when one has to pay anything for a service, feature and for that matter even love, we easily back off. There lies the secret of solving this problem.

People use horn, because they don’t have to pay for it. So let’s make them to pay for it. Instead of running the horns on battery, let’s convert the way they function, Start Running Them On Fuel & That Too On Extra Drops Of Fuel. :) That will definitely reduce the overall percentage of Sound Pollution in the town, provided people will be smart enough not to waste their money and fuel on something silly stuff like a Horn.

Friendship Day Special .....

Wish You All A Happy Friendship Day!!!

Chasing Cars is one of my favourite song and close to my heart as well. There are quite a few songs which actually touches your heart and this one is one of them. Enjoy....

We'll do it all

Everything On our own

We don't need Anything Or anyone

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words,

are said too much

they're not enough

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace

To remind me

To find my own

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes

They're all I can see

I don't know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things

Will never change for us at all

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

A Friend Forever ....

A Friend is leaving tomorrow…. To chase her dreams. It’s been almost 7 months since we met each other. When I was kid, my father used to told me, Always adapt good habits, they will return Good & Sweet Fruits in life. One of them is to eat different cuisines at different places. That’s what brought us on the same dinner table. First time I was late for the PEO meet and that delay proved a turning point in my life. The only vacant place on the dinner table was on very same table where S was sitting. That delay gave me a Friend for life :)

We share lots of things, like having similar taste for Food and always ready to explore new food joints. Later we came to know that there is something more which bonds us together, “Movies” and that too off beat cinemas. Next 7 months proved a great time of my life. She became my tutor to many new things right from Rock to Sitcoms. Her blog provided the 360 degree view of her thoughts, approach to life. Solid thought process, Always ready to take on the challenges, while supporting her, keeping her spirit high, even I started looking the things with different views. This ignited the old dream of mine to pursue higher studies in States. The previous delay of 2 years to opt for it, was making to completely forget about it, beside there was no one to guide me. She became my senior and helped me out for the same. Now I need to deliver the promise, which I made to my bro, sis and my friend.

Just a few lines which came to my mind other day….

Clock is ticking faster,
Days are getting over,
A Friend is leaving me alone,
Leaving behind the same pain,
When Soul leaves the body….

Saira Bhair

When I posted my first marathi poem on this blog, http://manodeeps.blogspot.com/2007/06/saree-pavasaachya.html most of the friends who read it started asking me lots of questions. All of them were direct or indirect attempts to figure out whether Mannu is in love or on the verge of it. :)



For me, its not neccessary that I should be in any specific phase to understand the situation or express feelings related to it. I am comfortable in getting into someone else shoes to understand What/How she or he is going through, what will be the mental situation of it and then the way out of it. But it seems that, this world believes in Hard Proofs, so I decided to come up with something exactly opposite to my previous poem. This time I tried to figure out how one will be feeling, once he entered into that path of love, which sometime turns into an illusion, whether he will end his journey by cursing to himself or will go on and on to find the destination.



I have very simple philasophy of life,

Everything in Life Has A Beautiful Ending,

If its not beautiful.....

Then Be Sure its Still Not The End.... :)


Now do read this poem called "Sair Bhair" and let me know, what you think :-) Some of you might find it heavily loaded with difficult Marathi words, but I couldn't resist my self from using them....

सैरभैर

सैरभैर झालोय मी या वादळात
वाट शोधतोय घरटयाची ॥ध्रु॥

कधी होते मार्ग माझे सरळ,
नव्हते त्या वर कोणते वळण,

एक दिसी मज दिसले ती, भासली मॄगनयनी,
त्या नयनांच्या शोधात, हरवलो या रणात

सैरभैर झालोय मी या वादळात
वाट शोधतोय घरटयाची ॥ध्रु॥

अजाणता होतो मी, ना होती समज भल्या-बुऱ्याची,
गेलो त्या मॄगजळाच्या शोधात, अन हरवलो या रणात

झाला चातक माझा त्या वर्षाराणीपोटी,
आस होती प्रेमाच्या वर्षावाची, पण हरवलो या रणात

सैरभैर झालोय मी या वादळात
वाट शोधतोय घरटयाची ॥ध्रु॥

पण धीर अजून सुटला नाही,
या वेड्या-वाकड्या वळणातूनही मिळेल सरळ मार्ग,

मिळेल मज ला वाट या रणातही,
नेईल ती मला त्या मॄगनयनीपासी

या वाटेवरी असेल ते वॄंदावन,
जेथे मिळेल चातकाला प्रेम-अमॄताचे डोह

...मनोदीप

Let Me Go Home

The clock is ticking to 1.00AM. Am still working with the volume manager on AIX :( . Now slowly my patience and playlist both are exhausted. I wanna go home.

Let me go home

O' Host, Copy that Data,

O' MH, Run that LHM,

O' MS, Update the DB,

Someone please show that Alert, Let me go home....

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish

Few days back, one of my friend forwarded me the audio clip during our chat session. I was watching a Brazilian movie at that time and usually i prefer to watch movies un-interrupted. But when she told me that just listen to it first, it's worth, I paused the movie and switched to iTunes (I wasn't aware of this co-incidence ;) )

The narrator told that, its a audio clip of speech delivered by Steve Job on commencement of 2005 batch of the great Standford University. Till that time, i wasn't sure what I was going to hear. It all started with one sincere, friendly but equally commanding voice, who was addressing few of the brightest students from across the nations. As every second passed, i started paying more attention to his words and to those 3 stories. Those 3 stories explained the entire life of Steve, but then, they are also stories of our lives too, may be the context, background is different but they are related to our lives, at least i found leads to problems of my life in that. I am copying the same in this post for you to read and look for the answers of your problems :)

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.

Saree Pavasaachya ........

Its been a long time since i updated my blog. From last 2-3 months I was busy with my Sister's wedding ceremony planning and all... Lately I got busy with the work in office. There are 2-3 posts on which I am working from last few days but every time I start working on it, get stuck somewhere or with something.
Yesterday, while chatting with a friend, she told me that once again i am retreating from my blogging habit. I told her about my posts plans, you can expect some real good photos in coming few weeks as monsoon is coming closer. I love Rains, this season makes me introvert when I spend time for myself, thinking about many different things ranging from Friends to Love :-)
While discussing with her, few thoughts came to my mind about the effect of this season on Lovers. Few days back in office, during a coffee break One of my friend got senti when we started discussion of about individual experiences during Monsoon... So I decided to write a poem and completed the same in one night. Do read it and let me know your feedback .....

सरी पावसाच्या ....

पावसाच्या सरीन मातीला नवा सुगन्ध येतो
नव्या त्या ऋतुला नवीन रंग देतो

नवी पालवी, नवा तो फुलोरा,
नव्या त्या ऋतुचा नव तो चेहरा

सरी कोसळतात पाषाण पिघळतात
मनात ही मग एक नवीन खेळ सुरु होतो

प्रियकराच्या मनाला मग मिळतो नवीन श्वास,
नव्या त्या सखे संग, नवीन एक वाट

नव्या त्या वाटे वर उमलतात नव प्रेमान्कुर,
गन्ध ज्याचा करतो मोहीत प्रेमवेड्यास

वाट सजते त्या नवीन रंगानी अन गन्धानी,
प्रियकरासंग वाट पाहते ती वाट प्रेमीकेची

...मनोदीप

Weekend hangover continues….

Why can’t we have Tuesday after Sunday? I hate those typical Monday in office & today its one of them.

On Saturday, I attended my friends wedding whom I met during my college life. Kulesh and Pooja know each other from KG, and that they graduated in the RelationshipJ. It was a whole lot of fun, few other batch mates were also there and as usual to follow the tradition of giving shocks, Gaurav announce his engagement plans with Laxmi, his colleague at HSBC. Though I knew that, they are going around from last one year, engagement news as a surprised. Ek aur Shahid Ho Gaya :D

To mark the moment, we decided to had a dinner at “Sadanand” (Bad choice Yogi ;) ). First it was the Service and Drinks which ruin the mood and then at the end of party, Shweta’s behavior was next to impossible. She made others to wrap the party. If she had to reach home early, then she should have told before deciding the party timings. Anyways….

On the other end, Sadanand Bartender needs some training on “How to prepare drinks?” . I know that, its not the perfect place to try out cocktails but meri mati mari gayi thi. I ordered Tequila Sunrise which was pathetic; I never had anything like that before. So to cover it up, decided to go for Pina Colada and not to surprise it belong to the same category. Later to get some pleasure of drink, I ordered Pineapple Juice (Plain), isn’t it sad? Now I have decided never to land up at Sadanand, may whatever reviews they get or changes they make.

Monday : 10 AM
Pritu called up to remind me about the Scanning of Wedding cards and to know the update on English Wedding cards. This weekend I was supposed to visit the shop at ABC to finalize the format and order for 100 cards. But the entire schedule was so packed, I simply couldn’t make it. She was upset with that and I shouted on her L . After all it was my mistake; I should have done that on time. Now need to do something in 2 days, either the proper hard copies or to prepare a Well written invitation card in a soft format.

10.30 AM
Time to get ready for office, and as usual No water to bath. I hate this, how one can forget to turn off the pipe. There are whole lot of meetings/toi sessions to attend today & I don’t want to get late for it.

11.15 AM
Finally the shower is running again. Need to hurry up, so drop the shaving plan. ;)

11.45 AM
Thanks a lot to PMC and Pune Traffic. When will I get clear road to office? To travel 2 kms, waiting from last 15mins and seems like will have to wait more. L Lets hope, nothing is blocking cause of my absence.

12.30 PM
Late for the first meeting of the day. Now forget the cup of tea and enter Barberry. Sorry guys, was stuck in traffic.
( Guys & Manager : That’s ok. ( Kyu fek raha hai ;) ) )

3.00 PM
Can I go to dormitory and catch a nap? The lunch was too heavy, but then I can't stop my self from eating the sweets. I think, I will have a cup of tea as there is one more TOI to attend. God Help Me.

6.15 PM
Now one last call to Mandar, update him on the happening, but then what I should tell him? :D

6.30 PM
Bbye…..

Right to Live

Today I was watching a TV program called ‘Hindushtan Mein Taliban”, usually I skip those TV discussions on such topics. But today it caught my attention when I heard some weird explanation from those Pundits of Society, pandits and mullahs about a marriage of Priyanka and Umar. There problem is that, a Hindu girl married to a Muslim boy. What the hell they have to do with a marriage of two human beings? Who gave them right of advocating their opinions, their understanding of religion on masses?

For me, Marriage is a beautiful relationship between a male and female. It’s the point where we enter into a new dimension of life. At this point and in future what matters is they are always there for each other in good moments and bad, they should travel all those ups and downs of life by holding each other hand, supporting each other.

What right, we have to question someone’s relationship or marriage? The representative from a so called Bhagava Dal from Bhopal and one Mullah were talking about the negative impact of their marriage on Society. May I question them about one basic thing – What’s the basic ingredient of society? An individual human being. Now if these people tried to dictate, how an individual should live, whom he should marry, then I think they are hampering the society rather than making it more cultural and strong. If an individual is not happy in a society, how the society will be prospering?

A short story to explain the mentality of a society:
There was a boy, who loved someone from a so called lower class. Both them wanted to get married, but in a boy’s family it was his grandfather who’s decision everybody used to follow.
When the boy told his grandpa, that he is in love with some one and wanted to tie a knot with her, His grandfather re-questioned him, “Who the hell you are to love some one, what’s your age? Look at me, its been 50 years since I married to your grandma, and I haven’t Love her?”

This story very well explains the mentality of our male dominated society who always wants our better halves to take back seat. Why can’t we treat them with equality? Who we are to force rules on them, that whether they should use the mobile phones or not? If someone wants to change his/her religion, as long as it is by will of an individual, we should not bother about.

Even after following the rules and regulations of this nation, If my society is not going to give me Right to live, Right to speech then do hell with such society :x

Mark This Day!!!

From last few days, I am thinking & charting out my future plans. Today I walked few steps towards one of my goal. Before clicking on “Finish” button, I was bit shaky about the plans, but then made up my mind and decided to go for it and give my best shot to it. This is my only chance to get out of current messy situation in life.

No matter what comes to my way,
I am gonna travel that highway….

Life at Symantec - Part 2

Things are now pretty settled down here. Aprup of different facilities available in Campus is now over, it’s all now a part of routine. Last month we developed rather extended one existing Defect Metrics Tool as per the latest requirement of the management. Prasad played very major role in the same, right from understanding the things, bringing them under one roof and most importantly adding codes for the new reports. On the other hand, I was fighting two different battles, had to catch with Testing cycles, setups, Lab management and the tool development. I think I haven’t given 100% justice to my second task. All I did was creating the WebPages, adding the content/links/urls in the same and helping out Prasad in some DB related things. This guy is amazing when it comes to coding. Fresh out of college, still posses the zeal for the coding, but sometime he shows the typical characteristics of Fresher like I used to behave at Ensim. <>

On the recreation front, I now moved from Pool to Foosball. What a game it is, one needs to concentrate on others movement, from where the ball is coming and where to hit it back. First time when I saw Foosball in TV serial called Friends, I thought may be one more table game. But its far more than that, and in our DCMG group there are some real maestro of it. In Last few days we have defeated almost each one of them and now we belong to the Elite Group of Foosball player in Baner Campus. Earlier opponents used to play casually imagining that Bacche hai, ek do hits marenge, but now they geared up with that extra caution while playing with us. I love to see that tense face of an attacker, who tries hard to find loopholes in my defense and each time, fails to deliver and then on my pass Prasad hits is so hard that and with an angle, end result is one more Goal making noise as Tang… We are taking this game very seriously as it is our ticket to the US for playing DCMG Foosball WC.

Next year we will be playing in Mountain View for sure…

New Age Shyaari.....

If someone would have asked me a month ago that, Do you like Shyaari and composing the same, am sure will have shown him the way to Yerwada :) . But then my friend, Fazeel started changing his Orkut name as a first line of well know sher, as i was trying to make fun of that line, born a New Age Shyaar :D
I thought, i should share some them with everyone and so here are those,

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Anjana Sa Kyu Hai Yeh Intezaar,
Jani Pahechani si Hai Yeh Bahar…

Kya ho Gaya Hai Mujhe Ab Pyaar,
Karat Huin Mein Bas Unka Intezaar…

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Umeed pe Duniya kayam hai,
Us Umeed ko Fhas na Kahana,

Yahi Umeed Kisi Din Phoola ka Har Banegi,
Yahi Umeed Kisi ki Najuk Kalayiko Har Banegi...

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Jam aikele mein wo pite hai,
jo gam mein dube rahate hai...
Hum to un dosto ki Mahafile Sajata hai,
Jo hume Jaan aur Jam se bhi jyaada Pyaar Karte hai...

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Do let me know your feedback on the same. And stay tune for many more....

Chocolate Story....

Chocolates, the magical word, isn’t it J ? In whichever format we faced it, its always brings the smile on face and taste buds start dreaming of a delicious treat. I think it’s difficult to find someone who hates Chocolates. Everybody likes them, some like its milky taste, some with that extra sugar. What I prefer is a Dark chocolate with just a pinch of sweetness added to it.

In my school days, the kind of chocolates we used to eat where pretty simple one with lots of sugar contents. One of the favorite was Rawalgaon chocolate, costing 25 paise and tasting like a sugar candy. Then after few years came the “Melody”, it was the first time in my life, I tasted the bitter chocolate, and sooner it became everyone’s darling. Those days it was difficult to have them frequently, cause 1Rs per day on chocolate was bit heavy on my Papa’s pocketJ. Then few years passed with no new addition, and one day it all began. Bhau came back from his first US visit and brought almost FEW KGs of chocolates, all of them having different taste, different ingredients. At that time I realize the real meaning of that Playschool song,

Chanderi, Soneri Chamchamata Changala,
Asava Sundar Chocolate cha bungala….

And now a days I can have taste any of them, buy any of them. Few months back Pritu sent another lot which is lasting till date, in fact I am writing this while eating those mouth watering Ferrero Rochers and Hershey’s. I waiting for my next lot of different chocolates which I will be getting in couple of days… If you wanna try them, give me a call after 2-3 weeks. :)

A never ending journey....

“Life is a journey which everybody has to travel...

During this journey people who motivates you may not last till the end of journey,

But the faith which they have shown on you will always be there,

Cause they always believe that you can do it…

Now an only question remains is Do you believe in your motives and their faith?”

...manodeep

October Sky - A Must Watch

October Sky… A movie which is based on a true story. It’s a story of innovation, story of aiming something real big, and story of falling and rising again in achieving the same. A story of 4 boys who were inspired by the world’s first satellite “Sputnik”, boys believed that they can build a rocket too. It’s about a Teacher, who guided them, inspired them, To Dream and to dream big. It’s about a father, who always believed that, Coal Mining is the best thing and building rockets is pure non-sense. But at the end he presses the button to ignite the Big Leap of his son’s life.

This movie is pretty old one and based on the true story of Mr. Homer and his 3 friends belonging to the small town called Coalwood in West Virginia. It was about in 60’s when first man-made satellite started revolving around the mother earth. Homer and his friends inspired by that and thought of learning and building the Rocket on their own, with all the available resources. But the town where they lived, there were only 2 known options for the boys after completing the High school, either get the Football scholarship for the college & moved out of the town or enter into those deep black Coal mines for their live hood. Thinking about Rocket science is like thinking about screwing own life. When they started with the thing, there was very less information available but then they learned from their mistakes and experiments. During that they did get help from some friends and their teacher. Sometimes their experiments brought troubles for them, with the school, with the authorities and at the end from Family.

The movie depicts how these boys figured out the way out of each trouble. What droved them is belief of believing in themselves and others faith that they can do it. While watching this entire journey, we feel like the part of it, it makes us recall our dreams that we were and are trying to achieve, about the achievements that made our parents and well wishers feel proud of us. This movie is must watch for everybody. :)

Life At Symantec

http://manodeeps.blogspot.com/ , When I saw this URL on my Orkut profile page, it took sometime for me to retrieve those old memories. It’s been months since I updated the blog regularly rather I should say, it’s been months since I gave a way to my feelings to express them. For me this page is the best friend, where I can write all my thoughts, comments on political-social situations. Some of my friends told me, it’s a stupidity to have an open diary, where anybody can come and sniff in. But then I am writing it here for my own sake. It is always better to give a way to one’s feeling. As I don’t have “Someone Special” to talk all the non-sense, it’s better to write it down.(Aani asa hi, after hearing me for hours, that someone special will also run away ;) )

From the day I joined Symantec, life is completely different. On work front, this change has made a big impact. Storage is the completely new domain to me, so as the multi platform system. In first 15 days itself, they assigned me the task of automating the TCs in their own designed framework. Initially it took me sometime to understand the framework and the part which WAS to be automated, but as you must have noticed was, in last sentence. Today only I have completed all the automation work for the assigned modules. I can bet, my team members wouldn’t have expected to get it done so soon. J . Now there are many more things in the pipeline, like, new releases, TCs updation, Setup preparation coming months at the work front will be like same old days. But good for me, I loved to have such work pressure.

Now after reading this one must be thinking, Keep Safe Distance from Symantec, but that’s not the case. It has got real Recreation facilities at work, though not like that @ Infy Mysoor Campus, but these are much better than that were at Ensim. After joining Symantec, One of my oldest dreams got fulfilled, To learn Pool. We have a pool table in office and so many good players who are always ready to play with novices like me and to teach how to play it properly. On that front also, I completed the basic training and 2 days back, I defeated one of my team mate, who is good at Pool. Good start for me….

More about my Symi life…. Break ke baad ;)