Lessons from work #1

I’ll thank my company for giving me a chance to actually go out and attend an event today. I had a lot of things on my agenda, a lot of business needs that needed to be addressed but what really justified attending the event was that I got to hear Aman Nath. He is the Founder and Chairman, Neemrana Hotels and was the keynote speaker at the conference (summit).

Now, I have been an audience to people like Harsh C. Mariwala, Founder, Marico; Bhaskar Pramanik, Chairman of Microsoft India; Ashish Vidyarthi, Film Actor and several others but Aman’s keynote was one of the best if you were to ask me (maybe because I heard him speak today only). He started by telling the audience how he made the Neemrana hotel when he bought the property which was a ruin for 7 Lakh back in 1986. In fact, is a historian and doesn’t have any formal education in hotel management or in business

Since the summit focused on HR and how to manage people, he shared a few pointers and how he manages the people he employs. He says:

1. There should be no need for hierarchy
2. An individual should be given a chance and shouldn’t be judged by the level and quality of education he/she received
3. Stop telling them you are better than them
4. Make them feel better than they are
5. Talk nicely to people and pay them respect

Now, I don’t want to make this casual post into a knowledge one but I loved the fact that he tried to keep things simple and really shed some light on how important it is to be human again. A great personality and knows how to tell a story.

I am sharing a few photographs that I managed to take

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Gunah

Tuhme tumhare gunahon
Ki saza zaroor milegi
Aur mujhe mere gunaho ki

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In the past

In those days, I had ample amount of free time. In the evening I would grab my camera and go to the roof and watch clouds, kites and sunset.

I would also take a picture and review it, sometimes with tripod and wanting to experiment with long exposure. I believe this was taken in 2012.

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Guzra hua ek din

Main school mai tha us samay, bachpan se hi mujhe din mai kuch waqt akele baithna pasand tha aur aksar dophar mai class ke baad mai akele baitha karta tha.

Hostel ke un dino main, ghar ki kaafi yaad aati thi, jaise dophar ko kabhi sogaya toh ghar ki yaad mai baaki din beet jaya karta tha. Ek class ki khidki se road ki side dikhta tha, us class ko hum Doon class kehte the. Waha aksar kuch bache khelte the, gaadiyan aati thi aur chali jaati. Main bas waha akela khidki ki taraf baith kar dekha karta tha.

Ab woh din chale gaye hai lekin tab lagta tha ki kab niklunga yaha se aur kab jaunga bahar. Pata nahi aaj kyun achanak mujhe woh din yaad aaya aur woh mere akele baith kar sochne ki adat bhi.

 

 

Faeda

Ab hone ko kya tha
jo hona tha
woh ho chuka tha

main zindagi ke safar mai
aage badh gaya tha

aakhir peeche dekhkar faeda
hone wala bhi kya tha?

woh guzre pal
aur guzre lamhe
bhale hi yaad aaenge

lekin peeche dekhhar faeda
hone wala bhi kya tha?’


Tada! this is something I just wrote, thought I will share it here ūüôā

Waqt

Bahut ho chuka hai waqt
Yeh sochte hue ki aur
Log kya sochte honge mere baare mai

Dosto mere ab mujhe jeene do
Thoda sa mann se jeene do

Rehne do jaisa hun mai
Karne do jo lagta sahi hai mujhko

Bahut ho chuka hai waqt
Dosto mere ab mujhe jeene do


Gurgaon at night.

Change and Acceptance

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Tell me if you like this photograph and the quote. The quote is from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. It is one of my favourites.

 

Pilot Supply

Aapne kabhi pilot supply ke baare main suna hai? Maine bhi nahi suna tha aaj se pehle kabhi.

Hua kuch aisa ki mai subah metro mai tha kaam par jaa raha tha, adaatan maine apni kitab nikali aur padhna shru kardiya. Kuch der baad peeche khade ek janab ka phone baja aur unhone uthaya aur bole Good morning Sir, udhar se Sir ne kuch bola hoga fhir thodi hi der baad janab bolte hai ki pilot ki supply karadun? Woh kaafi zor se bol rahe the toh mera dhyan kitab se hath kar unki baat ki taraf chala gaya. Ab aap batae ki koi pilot supply ki baat karega toh aap hairaan nahi honge? Udhar Sir ne na jaane kya jawab diya aur in janab ne kaha ki mai 10 baje tak pahuchunga keh kar phone kaat diya.

Main apni peeth kare hue saari baat sun raha tha aur mujhe bharosa se aur log bhi sun rahe honge. Maine is cheez ka jaldi se ek note banaya aur fhir main wapis apni kitaab main lag gaya.

Agar aapko iilm hai is pilot supply ke baare toh mujhe zaroor batana.

Shukriya!

P.S. I recently came across a blog where the writer is putting his thoughts in Hindi and I loved reading it. Inspired by that, I thought I’ll post something of my own in the similar fashion.

Incidences in Fahistan

This dates back to 27th of February 1952 and it happened to be a leap year when Mrs. Singh gave birth to a baby boy who’d grow up to be the protagonist of this story.

The boy was named Rajendra Singh and had a pleasant childhood despite the fact that he was a thin boy who always looked 3-4 years younger than he was. An average student in school who was later pushed by his parents to study in one of the prestigious university of the country and that is when he left his home for the city called Fahistan.

This city of Fahistan was far more developed than any other in the whole country. There were better horse carts in the city and paved roads for them to go around smartly, even the houses were made of bricks and cement. The university attracted brilliant minds from all the places and Rajendra was lucky to get admission there. It was a little difficult for him to adapt to this new style of life where people spoke differently and also ate different kinds of meals but 4 years of his life passed easily.

Now it was time to return home and see what he would do next. From many options he could join his father’s shop and expand the business or he could go and work for someone else and possibly earn more. Little did he know that luck had something else in store for him and that is precisely when the trouble struck and due to a series of events he couldn’t go to his hometown.

One of his acquaintance had called him for an important matter during the last days and on arriving he realized that it would take him months to solve the problem his acquaintance had ventured into. He could have said no and turned his head but that’s not how he was raised. He sent a telegram to his parents in the village and told them that some important matter had come up due to which he won’t be able to come home early and he let them know that he was safe and sound which wasn’t completely true.

Two months had passed but the rounds to the police station and court didn’t decrease, they even contacted some influential people in the city of Fahistan but no one helped. Left to their own, Rajendra and Shamshad fought for themselves or say Rajendra and Shamshad fought for Shamshad.

After 4 months, it looked like they might win the case and go their ways happily but something had to happen again. One night both of them were returning from the small hotel, two men on motorcycle came to them asking for an address when the pillion rider took out a gun and shot Shamshad in the chest. They sped away while Rajendra stood there too shocked to react and when he looked down he realized that Shamshad had died and was in the pool of blood. As he leaned in to shake Shamshad, he saw his reflection in his eyes which still held some life.

Rajendra couldn’t stay in the city of Fahistan any longer and soon returned to his hometown. He joined his father’s business and tried hard to forget what happened to Shamshad. But he never could.

 

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