Subhajit

A friend of mine started liking somebody from the 1st trimester itself. Though it was love at the first sight, it was there to stay. He ended his last trimester. And....and what...yup...just like story of a movie he did not express his feelings. Reasons are few but weird, hard to believe. The girl knew it, but she always expected him to say it first. I mean is it a written law in India (yes, especially in India) that the man has to always to say it first.->->-> 6 months after->->-> The girl is happily committed now with another guy and my friend is happy again, just like Gilmore, he says he forgot everything. He or that girl had fallen in (so-called) love before, you never know may fall in again as well.  Both are happy...really!!! Another friend who used to stay the flat next to ours in my B-school hostel, fell for a girl who was the epitome of immaturity. This guy always thought to educate her on this. But there was just one problem, but a very big one; it was a pur

I. Me. My job. I love my job. I love my company. Am I making contradictory statements? Is loving your job and your company are two different things altogether! The reason for writing this is not because somebody famously quoted “ love your job, not your company; as you never know when your company will stop loving you”.   I thought to write because as a fellow professional, I just asked myself one simple thing: is it wrong to love your company or is it wrong to be loyal to your company? If the answer to this question is 'yes', then I gotta study for another 15 years to change my thinking and perspective. Especially in a competitive and a challenging market scenario where attrition rate is so high and head-hunting and poaching is the order of the day, being loyal to your organization is considered as not-so-trendy!!! What an irony! I have to answer infinite number of questions from 'N' number of people as to why I am still in my first organization for more than a ye

Writing once again inside train. My last writing was based on the love that we find in our friends, wife and our family. That was inside the train (I think during my visit home last time with Jinu & Jayant after MBA got over)as well. Now I am just 5 hours before touching Mumbai and trying to gather some memories or rather thoughts that came and passed by during last 30 hours in this air conditioned coach of Konark Express. I met two new people. A mom and her daughter who is to do her MBA at Pune. I started interacting with them, quite unlike me, an introvert, thanks to her mom. A typical Gujju mother with a healthy coating of Oriya culture and understanding. I had to digest some of Gujarati dishes, with a typical mother’s signature. Both are nice (now, don’t ask my critical self to judge). Whatever. Let me start with the new punch line that I have saved as the welcome message of my mobile. It reads “life is one f***ing dream”.   LOL. I really love it. Don’t know why. Just a th