Thursday, March 12, 2009

First Week of July 2006...

(This article was an editorial I had penned for the department newsletter at Infosys)

Hero is but an ordinary person who inspires others by accomplishing the extraordinary.

In this article, I am going to highlight three of my heroes who came to the fore and made headlines - all within a week's time - the first week of July 2006.

The first hero is Infosys' Chief Mentor & Chairman, Mr. N. R. Narayana Murthy - a humble & unassuming persona with an outstanding vision to say the least. Challenges give birth to heroes. One such challenge, which was first in the series of many, ignited the mind of Mr. Murthy who co-founded Infosys. Infosys - a name which is taken with respect, awe and pride by every Indian today, a name which is synonymous with hard work, determination, perseverance, values and service to society. The reason for which Infy made headlines recently was for celebrating its 25th birthday. Infoscions have left behind many a milestone in their journey through these turbulent twenty five years. From acquiring the first computer to signing the first contract, from being the first Indian company to be listed on NASDAQ to grossing over one billion dollars, from almost facing dissolution to completing 25 years and still going strong, Infosys has been through every thick and thin. Infosys has contributed hugely to the Indian economy, to social welfare through Infosys Foundation & Mr. Murthy's principle of distribution of wealth among people, to the careers of budding students through campus connect programmes and to the lives of all Infoscions by providing them with a platform standing on which, they can fulfill their responsibilities towards their family, their society and the country at large.
It is this vision of Mr. Narayana Murthy that gave birth to the name Infosys that more than 50000 Infoscions wear proudly today.

Moving on from the local Indian hero who has made a global impact I now come to a global hero who recently made a local impact. His impact was very much focussed on the chest of Italian defender Marco Materazzi. Yes, I am referring to the beloved 'Zizou'. Zinedine Zidane's story is of the vintage hero. A childhood full of torment, a hostile society and a hero who braves all those odds to emerge as a shining 'Ornament of Faith' (Zinedine Zidane is Arabic for 'Ornament of Faith'). This midfield magician has conjured many miracles with the football and had scripted France's world cup victory in 1998 and is one of the most loved superheroes of the sport. But like all superheroes, he also has his share of vulnerabilities in conjunction to his superpowers. He has always been hailed for keeping his cool in crunch situations which was affirmed yet again when he took the early penalty in the finals against Italy this year. Head to head with one of the best goalkeepers in business, Gianluigi Buffon, Zidane runs to the ball, halts & instead of a full blooded kick gives a casual chip which hits the crossbar and fortunately falls behind the line. Ironically, he is also infamous for his short fuse. It was this Kryptonic temper of the French Superman that led to his 10-minute early exit from the international arena making the first penalty of the world cup finals Zizou's last. The lone red card of the match was flashed and like most of the heroes we adore, Zizou went down fighting.

After Zidane with French-Algerian roots, my next hero hails from the city that never sleeps, Aamchi Mumbai. Mumbai, the financial hub of India, never sleeps but has witnessed the most number of nightmares including becoming the only city in the history of the world to endure (not suffer) two serial bomb blasts during peace time. It was through numerous nightmares that this hero fought through. My third hero is the battered, wounded average middle-class Mumbaikar. Communal riots in fag end of '92, 13 serial blasts in '93, monsoon deluge of '05 and the 7 attacks on the railway lifeline in '06 are a few wars the Mumbaikar has waged coupled with many sporadic battles on the way. As the number of casualities increases, the number of Mumbaikars coming forward to rush victims to hospitals rises exponentially. As the operating rooms get overcrowded, the queue of blood donors elongates. As hundreds of office-goers get stranded away from home, thousands of hands distribute food packets and water bottles and throw open doors to strangers. We might not hear a polite 'Please come in' or a 'Thank you' over the sound of deafening bomb blasts but we will see stoic eyes with tear, we will definitely feel the wounded but undying spirit of the people of Mumbai who help anyone and everyone through the traumatic times. That's what the ubiquitous Mumbaikar does best. He brings the city back on its resilient feet in no time.

These heroes serve as inspiration to one and all and reinforce the belief that there is a hero in every one of us and in face of adversity each one of us can and should rise above the ordinary.

Monday, March 09, 2009

Tsunami

(The date/time when this was written are indicated within the post itself)

3/1/2005.
1900 hours.

1,20,000...1,30,000...still counting..still trembling....

News flashes, gruesome pictures, sobs and moans of thousands of innocents...

One man had to live...
Live to see his wife swept away by the waves...
the waves that used to wash his feet and cool them after they had tread on hot mud...
the waves through which he would swim with his two children...
his children...are they alive...are they dead?...he doesn't know.
One man had to live...

He had to keep breathing...
because he doesn't know under which debris...in which hospital...in which morgue..he would find his children...
He had to keep breathing...because he has to see the sun rise...rise above the gigantic waves...rise and shine upon the day..the day when he would have to cremate his children...
He had to keep breathing...

WE ALL HAVE TO KEEP BREATHING....
OUR HEARTS GO OUT TO ALL THOSE WHO WERE WASHED AWAY BY THE MERCILESS QUAKES...
WE FIND RELIEF KNOWING SOMEONE DEAR SOMEONE WE LOVE LIVES AFTER ESCAPING THE SHIVERS...
WE LIVE...
WE PRAY...
WE CRY...
WE BREATHE....

My Prayers for all the lost souls....

Happy New Year 2005.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Be Positive

With a screech of the chain & a song in my heart, I pedaled away
Suddenly I witnessed a tiny tot come directly in harm’s way
Horns blared, people screamed & silence came with a deafening thud
I rushed to see an angel still clutching an ice-cream in a pool of blood

At the hospital’s blood bank, I stood with many others in a line to donate
After giving samples for testing came the disturbing interminable wait
Sitting on the white bench I felt besieged by all the painful moans around
And then suddenly all the moans were quieted by another piercing sound

From the Casualty ward emanated a wail that chilled me to my bone
It came from a mother who had just lost the only child she had borne
On being told that my blood is not needed, I couldn’t get my legs to walk
The doctor called out my name and asked me if we could have a talk

The results of the sample had come and he urged me to be brave
What he told me enveloped me in a nauseating turbulent wave
Again I sat on the white bench afflicted with a malady no one can win
What differed now was that all the wails were coming from within

The cries inside me were echoed out as the inconsolable mother sobbed
When they wheeled out her son whose life God had mercilessly robbed
I saw him and thought that in some time it would be me in his place
When the bereaved father said “Thanks”, I felt punched on my face

I realized that I am breathing and still had every reason to live
I decided to be what I was diagnosed as, that I will Be Positive
Outside I saw the same vendor give an ice-cream to another child
The boy turned to me with the cone in hand, looked up and smiled

I understood that life will always go on as usual and so should I
I should live for the moments to come and not the days gone by
Live to love and be loved and to cherish the memories we make
Live to laugh out loud at all silly jokes till our jaws begin to ache

I resolved that this is how I would need to walk life's every mile
With eyes of hope, heart at peace, open arms and a charming smile
Reborn and Alive, I welcomed the beginning of yet another new day
With a screech of the chain & a song in my heart, I pedaled away

Love in Silence


Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
The one who said that hadn’t seen her
Her glittering eyes shone brighter than gold
Her lips made many secret desires unfold

Her graceful walk made me stand and wait
And my eyes followed her charming gait
She smiled at me and left me speechless
There wasn’t a night I didn’t spend sleepless

I finally found words, I opened my heart to her
She replied saying she would love me forever
Together we explored love’s hidden treasures
And enjoyed many of life’s lovely pleasures

Sharing ups & downs that kept coming in a while
And all the sweet nothings that made us smile
Being with her was in itself like heaven
We were the envy of all men and women

Then came a sad night after all our happy days
For the first time in our lives we parted ways
We thought we were made for each other
And God had suddenly changed the weather

First it was spring, which blossomed every lane
Now came monsoon that kept showering pain
We met everyday but never uttered a word
Yet the screams of the heart were clearly heard

The silence between us was driving me insane
As my wounds kept calling her again and again
The next time I greeted her with some flowers
She accepted them and we sat silent for hours

This has been repeating every night for ten years
And the only thing that we've exchanged is tears
Today is no different, again we have nothing to say
I placed the roses on her grave & knelt down to pray


A Deserted Road

A deserted road, a lone street lamp,
Thick mist and the breeze so damp
I search the pitch black sky, not a star in sight
My shadow left me with the absent moonlight
A trampled rose in a poodle of sewage
A burning pyre of love fueled by rage
A blown out candle, an unanswered prayer
Heart full of love buried layer beneath layer
She walks away and doesn’t turn around
In this world of chaos I hear no sound
But for the teardrop on the concrete
But for the deafening silent street
I look to the heavens but the tears don’t stop
On my wet cheeks I then feel a rain drop
Is He wiping away my tears or weeping with me
I get soaked while she took shelter under a tree
I see her face brightly lit as she turns
Her cold eyes giving me so many burns
Her eyes grow wide and she parts her lips to speak
A massive force hits me, her bright face turns bleak
I fly through the air and fall at her feet
The hit & run car makes a fast retreat
I must be alive since I smell the wet sand
On my face I feel the warmth of her hand
She was kneeling beside me and saying something
She stopped when she saw I was no longer listening
I repeated the words hearing which she had walked away
‘I Love You’ were the only words I remained alive to say.