Errrrr Bossing.......

To start with, i hate the bossing concept. Everybody has got brain & work according to their mental abilities. When any company gives you a job, you are asked to work under some body's guidance & supervision. Boss is superior to others in experience but not necessarily by brain. But bossing is the different ball game. A few bosses try to show off their position by scolding & hailing out files at their juniors. Sometimes you have to work under a moron.

One of my friend is facing the same situation. She is quite hard working, honest & sincere with her work. Her boss shifted her to work on some different thing a few days back. Being a new to that she is taking some time in getting command over it. The boss is expecting her to work like someone working for 2yrs on the same. This is not possible for anybody, is it? Then scolding her in front of everybody, in meetings. It makes you feel frustrated & gives you inferiority complex. Now she has decided to resign from the job. She is becoming victim of bossing. She quits job or not, i want her to teach him a lesson. I just hope my wish comes true..............

JNV- the school that rocks.......

One would think how can be a school situated in a jungle, isolated from rest of the world, with a big compound wall can be so pleasant to stay! A 32acres campus, school buildings, boys & girls hostel, teachers & staff quarters, mess, playground with lots of trees & bushes to complete the campus. A talented pool of 80 students selected through an entrance in class 6. To start with everybody feels as if locked in a jail, staying away from the family for the first time. But soon friendship develops with mates in room, house & class. The students are divided in four houses randomly. There is a house master who is their acting guardian. It's a bit tough to get into the routine. Early morning grounds which includes various sports activities. School assembly in multipurpose hall. Queue in mess for breakfast, lunch & dinner.


With immense discipline, every aspect of life is taught here. Its just after a few days, a bond of different kind develops. Different kind i said because, its different. Only JNV guys can understand it. 9yrs after leaving the school, i am writing this blog. This school has given me a lot, better to say almost everything i have today. The teachers i cant forget, the friends who cant forget me & the memories, i can live my life cherishing.


The prayers itni shakti hume dena & ha akhand nandadeep, i can sing them even now. The grey & white uniform, i still want to wear. The playground, i miss playing a lot. This school has taught me to play every game i can play today. The inter house sports, quiz, debate & what not. It definitely had something special. The students who were labelled as duffers there are also doing great in there life. It really had power to convert stones into gems. The inspiring lectures of teachers, the supportive shoulders of friends, the cheering voice of juniors. I miss every bit of it.

There is no need to mention that, most of the closest people in my life are alumni of this school.
Most of us cried at school entry, but everyone shed tears when we left the school.
Love you JNVW!!!

Two Teachers

There are many teachers who has contributed in shaping my life, but there were two people who made a big difference. Mr. V. Prasad, PGT in English & Mr. V. Nagarajan, PGT in Maths. I was in 9th when these two people joined our school. Nagarajan sir was given IX, XI, XII & not X because it was middle of year & he was not knowing a single word of hindi, forget marathi. We had to wait for few months to interact with Prasad sir as he was teaching X, XI, XII.


When Nagarajan sir started taking our classes, it was all fun. He was learning marathi & hindi, started with 'basa' for sit down, 'mulha'(mulga) for boy, mulhi(muli) for girls & 'darwaza band karo" for close the door. He was learning fast & as such communication doesn't matter for a good teacher, that too in maths. He used to call me 'high way', his simpler version of 'hingwe'. He had given these kind of names to almost everyone. In IX finals i scored 97/100 in maths & that was the day i came to know i was so good in it.


We entered class X, excitement & tension came together with it. Though most of our teachers were same, we had a new addition as Prasad sir. We were looking forward to interact with him because, we have heard a lot about him from our seniors. But at the same time, we had unknown fear as he was very strict. One evening he came to class for introduction, talked to us, before leaving he asked, "who is rajesh?". The reason being my maths score, he used to share the quarter with Nagarajan sir. His classes started, he was very particular about notes. Used to give grades for every topic & made us wait for A or A+ till quite late. He was so good at teaching that many times he finished teaching a poem without seeing book. I was quite impressed as were my many batch mates. He taught us the grammar & refined our English. He was a good cricket player, who had broken his leg just before a major tournament's selection trials in his younger days. Participating in inter house debate competition, preparing maths model at his quarters made me interact with him more. He became my favourite teacher though he has asked me to leave the class a couple of times for my drowsiness. There was a inter school debate competition in our school & he was the in charge for English debate. He chose one of my friend over me for hosting the debate, i was not happy. But still offered every help because making it a success was a question of his pride. One evening i was going across his quarters, he called me to fill the water from tap. I could see, he was not well, might be in fever. That day i realised, i couldn't see him in pain. As the year progressed, we were more into studies than anything. Just a month or so before exam, when slam books came out; i realised how popular he was among girls. Many girls have written their 'most memorable moment in life' as "when Prasad sir talked with me!"


Nagarajan sir continued his various strategies for the weak students. Stroking us with stick while distributing our test results. I have surely became good in maths. Final exams & time to deliver. I did well in maths but still missed the perfect 100. I was awarded with merit certificate for my 99 by CBSE. The first ever in the school. It wont have been possible without you, sir.

With some happiness of result, i had a shocker to face. Prasad sir was transferred to Pondicherry & had already left. I took his address & tried to be in touch. We exchanged a few mails & one odd call. But never felt that he is not there with me.

Nagarajan sir taught me maths till XII, but i couldn't do justice with it. Failed to score big. I met him only once or twice after i left the school. Caught him on facebook a few days back.

shirur strings

We had to go to shirur for our rural posting in internship. A bit of excitement & nervousness in every one's mind. The so called friends in my batch were Rahul & Amogh, i decided to go with them. Rahul had an E.D. on previous night & Amogh with Sheetal & Prajakta W. were doing their casualty posting til morning, that's why we left late. When we reached there, rest of the batch was in mess, almost done with the lunch. We started the lunch in mess with few inputs from Sheetal's & Prajakta W's home. The 'pulao' that Sheetal got was worth a special mention.

We got into the routine of OPD, sub centre visits, 1o mins drive in van with songs like 'jaha teri ye nazar hain', mess, the swing. An old tv but with cable, carom, cards, cricket for entertainment. It was really a fun to start with,leg pulling , gossips, giggles, Amogh's non-sense stuff, Rahul's firm, fixed beliefs. It was the chance for really knowing the people whom we were just knowing by 'hi'. Some gossips, love stories discussed, crushes revealed, antakshari & cursing the few who didn't turn up there. The "swing" was the integral part, we have even fought for sitting on it. Some people started using references for cancelling this posting & a few succeed soon.

Everything was fine til the 1st week, then the politics came into play. Everybody wanted holidays, rotation of duties being planned. Rotation was decided but collapsed within no time. Me & Rahul sensed something wrong is going to happen, so decided to stay back. We had different people as company in different weeks. Finally we all awarded extensions. A few good experiences & many bad but i have never regretted being in Shirur.. The reason is, i got some wonderful friends in return.

First one is Sheetal. She was there with us for many days. Though we were not the great friends to start with, our friendship got better after we were back from Shirur. She is quite fun loving but a bit introvert. What i have heard from the people was way different from what i felt. People said she is selfish, egoistic & so on, but i have seen a different side of her. I have pulled her leg many times on her 'ho ka?' & 'sick' remarks but she returned it with my 'crap'. I don't know why, but she believe in me a lot. After i failed to come good in my entrance during M.O.ship, she was the one who assured me that i have a long way to go. I was really happy for her result & she got the seat of her choice. Things started changing a bit since then, sometimes she excused it with the work & my studies. One day she said "don't give me so much importance, i am not worth." I asked why, my all friends are chosen one & special. She enlisted a few bad qualities, i said, "oh Sheetal, come on." We are still good friends & i hope the story continues.....

Then comes Prajakta S. I haven't had talked to this girl in 4&1/2 yrs of college, but felt like we were made to be friends. She is very simple & straight. She had a lot of friends in our batch, but still we became good friends. She was not so interested in chatting & all, i have complained also, but no use. Later on i learnt that her friends were asking her to stay away from me! God, what kind of people you have made on this earth! We cleared the misunderstandings soon & kept our friendship intact.

Third one is Rahul. Staying with him for such a long time helped me to know him better. He is a very different kind of guy. Thinks a lot, most of the times negatively. I have talked with him for hours trying to brainwash him. Gave an ear to everything he wanted to say & tried to put lot of positive thing for him. But he is preoccupied with lot of thoughts & things. I couldn't become a special one for him!:(

Need i say i really miss Shirur sometimes!

Best Friends

It was a pleasant august morning of a day of 'rakshabandhan'. Everyone of us were sitting in a large multipurpose hall of our residential school. I was in 6th standard & just a few days old in school. I was quite happy because my family was supposed to come that day, to meet me. The function began. Boys sitting in a queue according to class & girls of that class going to them & tying 'rakhis'.

One tall, wheatish complexioned girl with bob cut hairs, from my class came to me & tied me a rakhi. She was Pranjali. I had nothing to give her as a gift. The programme got over soon & we all rushed to look for our parents. From that time i knew, i wanted that girl to be my sister forever. She became special for me from that day. The same story continued in the following years on rakshabandhan. When we were in class 10th, me & my one friend called Pravin, who was her favourite brother in the class had planned a gift for her. We finalised an alarm watch.

It was 7th august 1998, my birthday & the 'rakshabandhan'. Pravin was called by Pranjali & her friends in the class before actual programme started. He was as such a popular person to fetch such a special attention. He wanted me to accompany him but i am never an uninvited guest. He told her that me too consider her as a sister. From there a new relationship began.

There were many communication problems in our school. A girl & boy talking with each other was considered as a crime. By that time most of our batch mates knew about us. Many of them criticised me for giving her special treatment just because she is rich & good in studies. We have slapped all the critics today, its 11yrs now after she left the school & we are still in touch. Letters, then the e-mails made us friends & kept our friendship growing. But what really helped us was the cellphone. She became an engineer & me a doctor. She came to pune for job, i met her after 5 yrs. Soon i realised, she was more close to her college friends. Felt neglected many a times, most of them were in pune adding to my worries. But i have already given her a special slot. We even fought a few times on why she is not talking to me & all, but she has only silence as her answer. I have never showed off, how much i do care for her & unfortunately she couldn't see it most of the times. Whenever we used to talk, it was quite hurting to listen to the stories of her friends. It showed she was meeting them frequently & i was almost out of touch. The time she used to remember me most was to shed tears or seek help for something. As the time progressed, she realised that i was the one who stood by her in her good & bad. We started sharing small things & understanding each other better. As such i never believed in 'best friend' concept, but this girl has edge over my rest of friends & thus became 'the best'.

She made herself mature quite early. Though youngest in the family, she took the role of eldest to play. Born as a girl but she became her parent's son. She never thought of herself in front of her family. Now working in one of the biggest automobile company in india, she wants to buy every happiness for her family. But unfortunately her family is so biased about the 'son' factor that she feels neglected. I just pray that the God give her parents a 'vision' soon.

She has been a excellent friend of all her friends. For me she has been everything what i needed at that particular moment. Great maturity & understanding, a will to help others makes her so special. We have been through some tough time & that made our friendship better & better. She is the one who can see the pain behind my smiles. She is there even before i need her. Always ready to understand, help, advise & bring smile on my face. She sometimes pulls my legs & irritates me like a younger sibling & also gives me scolding lectures like an older sister do. In short i have found a many relationships in a single person! She has been a constant source of inspiration & encouragement. She is surely the one i can count on.

Thanks Tina for being so nice. I will cherish our friendship till life is through.

Rat Race

Going into a medical college gives u a lot of happiness & loads of expectations. You see lots of ups & downs in the college days. A sigh of relief comes after passing out. But soon u realise its a momentary happiness. Like all others you have to throw yourself into a competition to secure a good post graduation seat.
Looking at the ratio of MBBS to MD/MS seats, its really a thing to think about. Its not even 10%. So how can everyone get it? But there is nobody to accept the fact that it can be 'me'. Everyone jumps into the race, some tastes success & others gets disappointment. The problem doesn't end here. Those who end on a losing side have many more reasons to feel dejected. The people who got through gives a lot of inferiority complex, some friends move away & even the public make them look like a fool entering into practice without PG degree.

Is it enough to curse oneself or blame the system? Is it correct to assume credibility of the doctor just on the basis of their degrees? Are the entrance toppers are proven good clinicians in their practice. Most of the questions remains unanswered. Do we really need the ranker among the equals!