Apr 27

These might seem very bull, very very bull coming from a 23 year old who has no authority on this subject matter but I’ll go ahead anyway. These are just personal observations, and do not involve any kind of research whatsoever. Please don’t think I am sexist, I am just trying to be a male chauvinist pig.

Man and Woman

Why do women end up liking some men? I mean a guy meets girl, why does the girl fall for him? Love happens? Ha! Even if you do agree, why does it? The way I look at it, you can break it down into a few categories.

They fall in love with the faults. Yes. Ever wondered why a dork of a guy has Ms. Universe for a girl friend? It’s because he has too many flaws. When there are so many flaws, there is a lot to work on. And when there is so much to work on, there is a lot of scope for improvement. And nothing keeps a woman more occupied than trying to point out his mistakes and working on them like her own. True love forever, because the flaws never cease to exist.

They don’t have a choice (read: Arranged Marriage). Your folks have found someone for you, what’s the best thing to do? Fall in love. Eloping happens in movies, arranged marriage is reality.

Arranged Marriage

They fall for the money. I can already smell the fumes here. Most girls would rather die than to admit to this. It happens in movies, it happens in real life too. The best way for a girl to evade this fact is by letting her folks look for a rich little boy with a big pocket. Problem solved. You love the money, you love the man.

They like power. Power attracts women and more power attracts more women. (Now, I can sense some serious furor). Men in power like bosses, leaders, actors, local influencers, and even class prefects all attract women. Why? There is a huge potential for personal gain. Men in power also have a great tendency to have a great hold on the relationship. It saves work for the woman.

Power or Age?
Power or Age?

Older age. Older men attract younger women. Well it’s the perceived sense of maturity among older men that probably attracts.

For want of better things to do. Bored? Need someone to pamper you silly why you take him out for a costly ride? Get a guy! Free rides, free candy, free movies, and a lot of attention. Guaranteed, and with immediate replacement warranty.

Bored?
Bored? Get out of the library!

They think the guy is nice. No guy is nice. All men are lazy, materialistic, like sports, oogle at girls and only think of sex. If you were coned into believing, that the guy you like is nice, he has done a good job. ‘Nice’ includes all pretences of being caring, sensitive, mature, loving etc. (note: pretence).

Why men like women. Because they are HOT. Atleast we are honest about it.

Don’t lose heart, there are still nice guys out there and better reasons to fall in love with someone. What’s your reason?

PS: Verbal abuses allowed and encouraged. For low blows and cheap shots, i have protection already.

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Apr 27

“ I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up & live out the true meaning of its creed : We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal………..”

The great Martin Luther King uttered these four words - “I have a dream” some four & half decade ago in Washington while addressing some 250,000 people, gathered at the Lincoln memorial. Now Obama seems poised to make Martin Luther king’s dream into reality in over 300 years’ old history of America he has risen as a viable shot at the white house.

Leaders

When I first read these four words, it made me wonder how is it that someone whom I haven’t seen in my life ever, can have such a profound impact on my mind (as a matter of fact, Martin Luther King was murdered in 1968 & given that I was born in 1985, even if I wanted to meet him, it wasn’t feasible). I guess it is something in these words which makes them immortal and a source of tremendous energy and inspiration. As I went on to become an adult from a notorious kid, my dreams also evolved and now it dawned on me what I really want in my life. The amount of passion involved in the dream is awe-inspiring, on a given day it oscillates from extreme optimism to downright pessimism, from being super-confident to self-doubt.

By the virtue of my birth I am born as a “Common man”, but then I don’t want to die as one. My dream is to become some one different, some one standing out in the crowd, some one who will be remembered long after he is gone. I know it is very difficult to achieve what I want to become, but then that’s how dreams are, very emotional and far fetched from reality. I want to become a successful entrepreneur in my life. I cannot pin point one specific reason why I want to become an entrepreneur.

If you ask me what is the biggest joy in anybody’s life, then my answer would be giving birth to a child. No other joy can match it except the joy of creating an organization. For the simple reason that, creating an organization also follows the same path which a small baby has to go through before it can become a fully grown adult. During my Engineering days, I had read somewhere if you want to achieve something worthwhile in life then attach emotions to it, as emotions tend to live longer as compared to logic, logic doesn’t withstand the toll of time. Logic is boring and research shows that we tend to forget or lose interest in something which is too logical.

This November we will come to know whether the late reverends civil rights ‘dream’ will become a reality or not. Even if Obama loses and Hillary Clinton wins America is going to create history. The next US president will either be a black man or a lady. US never had a Black president nor a lady president. (assuming that McCain loses which at this point of time is a very likely scenario). As far as my dream is concerned you and I have to wait for some years to come.

Sachin SawantSachin Sawant likes to write, and express his views and opinions on issue’s which are important. His blog revolves mostly around National and International issue’s, Game’s, Books, & his experiences in life. Sachin claims he is no expert and won’t pretend to be one, but what ever he writes is well researched and straight from the gut. He loves to read, predominantly non-fiction, biography, investment, Business, history books and plays a lot of computer games. You can read his blog here.

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Apr 15

Search for happiness

Some movies change you. Into the Wild, is one of them. It’s not yet changed me, but it’s got me thinking a lot. The movie is about Chris McCandless who grew up in Annandale, Virginia, and died at age 24 in a wilderness area of the state of Alaska. After graduating in 1990 from Emory University, McCandless ceased communicating with his family, gave away his savings of $24,000 to OXFAM (charity) and began traveling, later abandoning his car and burning all the money in his wallet.

McCandless headed down the snow-covered trail to Alaska with only ten pounds of rice, a .22 caliber rifle, a camera, several boxes of rifle rounds, some camping gear, and a small selection of literature—including a field guide to the region’s edible plants. He took no map or compass. He died sometime in August, and his decomposed body was found in early September by moose hunters.

Alexander, as he called himself was in search of happiness. There were too many things that were happening at his home. His dad had married twice and Alex had discovered that he was the bastard kid. He completed his education like the good boy; his father wanted him to be.

But soon after his convocation, he decided to leave home in search of true happiness and just to get away from all that was going on at home. He had decided that he had had enough of it. He did not want any education and he did not want his parents to be around him. He could very well do on his own, and be perfectly happy.

I just completed my post graduation, and like Alexander I wonder what is true happiness and how can I achieve it. The pursuit of happiness is endless because no matter what, one can never be truly happy. Like If I am happy with a bike now, I’d want a car later. If I earn 10 lakh now, I’d want more later. There is no limit to happiness, and one cannot define it.

At times, I wonder why we are doing what we are. Do we need to? Life begins each day, waking up, washing up and going to work. Who said we need to work? If we break all social shackles, do we need to make money for anyone? Do we need the money for ourselves? Can’t we just be?

I am pretty sure, come what may one can decently live alone without anyone around in a non-descript place. But then again, what Alexander did, did seem like happiness to him. He enjoyed the 2 years. But during the last few weeks, he had been losing it. It had been more than 9 weeks since he spoke to anyone. By the end of it, he was more lonely than hungry. It’s an irony that just before Alexander died, he mentioned in his diary – “Happiness is when shared”. That’s when he realized happiness is best when you are with people, and what he derogatorily called – society.
I am the kind of person who is perfectly happy alone. There is happiness in being alone, but only for a while. One should learn to enjoy the moments. People all the time around you, can be a pain. It leaves no time for introspection and just being – YOU.

Into the Wild

Maybe one day, I will just take off and head out on my bike into the wilderness. But I will do it with

  • some money in my pocket,
  • a few good books to read,
  • a Swiss knife,
  • a lighter and fluid
  • cigarettes
  • a few pair of clothes
  • a small pistol and some rounds
  • a camera and batteries.
  • NO CELL PHONE

And for people who are reading this, please do learn to spend some alone just with yourself. There is no reason why anyone should call you a loner. It’s not that. One needs to unwind, and its best done alone. Not at parties, not with friends. Just alone.

This is a song from the movie. Long Nights, by Eddie Vedder.

Have no fear
For when I’m alone
I’ll be better off than I was before

I’ve got this light
I’ll be around to grow
Who I was before
I cannot recall

Long nights allow me to feel…
I’m falling…I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I’m falling
I am falling safely to the ground
Ah…

I’ll take this soul that’s inside me now
Like a brand new friend
I’ll forever know

I’ve got this light
And the will to show
I will always be better than before

Long nights allow me to feel…
I’m falling…I am falling
The lights go out
Let me feel
I’m falling
I am falling safely to the ground

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Apr 5

Before I begin writing anything, I would like to put a small disclaimer here. Please don’t expect a direction, a moral, a conclusion or a happy ending in this article. I wrote many paragraphs individually and put them together under one heading - something that just sounded cool and with nothing more to it.

I was 17 when I first left home. That was in 2002 when I joined RVCE, Bangalore. Engineering and hostel life do change a person. After staying in Bangalore for four years, I found my way here. There were phases in engineering and there is a fair share here in MBA as well. I landed here on 13th June, a day after my college exams got over. I had packed up all my stuff in five large bags and simply left from Bangalore. I was out alone here in Pune. On 14th I walked into the auditorium, and I was simply overwhelmed. There was a lot happening around and I had joined a day late. One day means a lot, especially when groups start forming within a few hours of reaching a new place.

There was a weird exuberance all around. Each one of us wanted to make it big in the corporate world. The world was ours for the taking and we were just being fed with all the management jargon right from day one. There was a lot we heard, a lot on the various streams in MBA and so on. What they did not share with us was a dream, a dream that would change the way we thought about life and career. What was told to us was rightfully delivered. I thank SIBM for that, but I was left wanting for more.

Subjects after subjects were poured on us. I swallowed and spit them after exams; I am not sure about others. I steadily believed that all that was taught was useless and we were missing the bigger picture. What would separate us from the MBA brat pack?

Leadership

There is one thing that I did learn at SIBM. And that’s how to be street smart, and be the best at it. I remember by guide (during summers) told me once (incidentally, he is a pass out from SCMHRD, 2001); ‘SIBM grads are the best when it comes to getting the work done’. No respite, no talk, just plain good ol’ solid work. If something needs to get done, he might as well have a SIBMite do it. He knows for a fact that it will get done. Now that’s what we are good at. And that’s the way it should be. Every b-school claims to follow the latest curriculum, have the best faculty, facilities and so on. But there is one thing SIBM is; it truly is the birthplace of smart managers, those of course who get the work done. But we need to go beyond that.

SIBM claims to be the birthplace of business leaders. So what’s been done to make us leaders? And what separates a leader from the rest of the brat pack? What I do know is that winners don’t necessarily make good leaders. Call it the winner’s curse, but the fact remains that they are so used to winning that, they cannot handle failure - of any kind. When you are responsible for people other than yourself, sacrifices and compromises have to be made. Battles must be lost to win the war. You are never a leader until you’ve lost.

It takes a lot of courage to step up to the job, to be unattached to everything else. Knowing that fingers would be pointed, enemies would be strengthened; and friends would be lost along the way. I call it courage under fire. A leader does what has to be done, no questions asked. He isn’t gifted with the luxury of being confused about his prerogatives. His decisions might prove to be unproductive initially but the fact that he was the one who had the stomach to do what nobody else around could makes him stand out as the leader.

As we walk into corporate corridors, one can’t help but wonder how we would perform compared to our peers. It’s been a great run here at SIBM. Life was comfortable. Made some good friends. My stint at SIBM is almost over, and I am asking myself a lot of questions. Would I be able to stand up to the challenge? Would I be able to take the responsibility of my failures with as much bravado as my successes? How will it be when I join work? Will it be more competitive when I join work? Perhaps only time would tell. Until then I just wish I get to learn along the way what stuff true leaders are made of!

A Path Ahead

This post was published in the SIBM Yearbook for the batch of 2008. I would like to thank Niladri Shekhar Das for lending words for the posts, and given it a great depth.

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