Friday, July 31, 2009

Happy Birthday!!


Tomorrow, 1st of August, my birthday. It's like I want to develop a ritual that every year I will write a post on 31st of July to myself, a post that speaks entirely about me and no one else. It is like a monologue that starts with my name and also ends with it.

So, what am I supposed to write here? Yes, I will be 25 this year. 25 years since I let out my first wail in the lap of my mum, 25 years since I saw light in its fullest brilliance, 25 years since I was innocently free.


To Mummy and papa:-


Pappaaaa! Stop scaring me now that I will not get any girl! I know I am so close to that perfect age which makes me eligible for marital bliss. (GOD save me!) But, I am just a nine year old child. I still haven't learned to flirt (totally), I still haven't had my first glass of cocktail and, goodness, I still haven't thought seriously for anyone! And you are thinking to play with your grand children. Sorry mummy! You need to wait. Before you publicize my bachelorhood and send out your word to those bride-hunters to fetch that perfect bahu please keep in mind that it's me who's gonna take those saat pheres. And you know about me. What will you do if I stop exactly after 6 and a half pheres and ask for a change of bride? You won't want that to happen. I have priorities chalked out! What? Ok, fine I still am confused but still, I have few things in mind!


To My Bro:-

Bhai Bhai!! Actually you are now big enough to make me fool as you always do!! I am really happy with everything happening with you. Just open yourself little more than you usually do. That's it Bro!! Love you. And yes Thank You be there always.

To Sister's and Jiju's:-


He He…. What I suppose to tell you all guys….Exactly nothing!! I know the only thing that stuck in your all mind is that where am I heading towards?? What I will do?? But all my dears, I respect all your concerns. I just want to tell you that keep your love and affection on me I will do something. I will make you all proud one day. Thanks For everything you all have done for me so far.

To All my nieces and nephews:-


What shall I tell you all? Mmmmmm... I LOVE YOU all!!! And ya sorry I haven't given you all big party, give me some more time will definitely do it all the stuff which you all wants to do!!


To Friends:-


Hi guys! How are you all? Sorry, for keeping you all waiting (Thoda sa bhaav kha raha tha). You know guys I never forget any one of you whether you remember me or not just stay with me. I need you all. I know I never gave you my birthday party but will soon compensate that too. Sorry If I have hurt you anytime.

To Shank!

Sorry Shank! You are the last one! I want to apologies you, I have always ditched you, I have asked you many questions and I was always been last to give you that pride. But from now onwards it won't be the case. I LOVE YOU! I won't ever say no to you.


!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I am %33.33% CFA Now . . . .

Carrying out with the Hopes which I have written in my post after my exam is still alive. I don't know exactly what changes this hope is making into my daily routine but one thing is sure that it is giving me enough fuel to keep those desires burning in my belly.

Let me Thanks some people here, their support and wishes really made me to roll over very easily. I know what they all are means to me and I know what I have to do for them but for the moment, Thank you very much to all of you.

Well overall 46% of students have cleared the exam, so not a great deal but it was great thing for me as I was neither from financial background nor from B school. Its matter to me as it was the answer to many questions I have faced and I will face in the future. I just wanted to prove that this is the area where my heart and brain both works together and this the area where I will prove myself, not easy of course but I am ready to face all the challenges coming in between my dream..

This is just end of phase 1 of my new affair; there will be many things I need to do before moving to the next phase. But I am happy to have some assets in my balance sheet on which I can leverage myself more. This is the time where I need to understand TVM concepts to utilize my next four months for better NPV and better IRR.

I know success comes with sense of responsibility, courage, determination. And you can understand this all things together only when you attain certain things, so I am still nowhere near to what I want to accomplish in my life so for me this words are mere affection so far, but I really want to feel these words.

I am short of words this time, I really don't know exactly how many thoughts are coming in to my mind, and actually I need to have answer of many questions I am asking to myself before moving into next phase. Let me end this post abruptly here again with the Hopes I am carrying along with this journey.

"Let the Hope begins with the Will"


Thursday, July 23, 2009

!! 8 Things I desire in my life partner !!


While writing these 8 things in my life partner, I feel like an Adnam Sami forced to pack himself in priyanka chopra's jeans. I feel uncomfortable. I seriously think the hindustaani sarkaar is goofing up by not awarding a paramveer chakra to my mother and siblings who have managed to tolerate me for 25 years, so expecting someone to be with me for life scores a perfect ten on the optimism meter. But Mungeri Laal doesn't hold the exclusive copyright to dream. So here goes.

1. The sharmeeli Traditional girl

'Bholi si soorat , aankhon mein masti , duur khadi sharmaye – hai hai'

I first heard these lines from 'Dil to pagal hai' on my school bus. Since then, whenever I imagine my dream girl, these lines start playing in the background of my khopadi. Simple face. Minimum make up. Ek choti se bindiya . naazuk . Hair tied a choti. Yellow salwaar suit. Quiet girl. Elegant. Shy. Soft laughter. Hai main marr jaawa kuddi pe. Simply bharatiy nari remains incredibly cute. But oye sohniye , not too much shy. (13 years after shaadi)

Me (Back from office) - Knock. Knock. Oye laajwanti, darwaza khol yar, I am back.
She (softly) - Suno jee, mujhe aapke saamne aate hue shy shy feel hota hain jee.
Me (Trying to keep my voice low while the neighbours look at me curiously) - Ahem. haha. Arre darwaza khol sweetie, it's been 13 years
since our marriage now. Abb kya sharmana.
She (softly giggling now) - umm..nahi jee , mujhse nahi kiya jayega . Aapke saamne aate hi sharma jati hu main.
Me (hitting the briefcase against the door) - Teri ma ki..........

I mean, I love shyness, but I don't want to use my briefcase to enter my home everyday.


2. Her ego and dinosaurs?

Both should be dead by now. That's right; her ego should be as dead as a thief in Mike tyson's home. I don't like people who have big blue whale sized egos. She should be educated but that education should not give her ego certificate. I mean any one can earn degree by studying. she has not done any wonder or she is not last educated person on this earth "bahot aa gaye hai and bahot aayenge bhai, oopssss sorry bahen", so hang your ego in your wardrobe of your bedroom.


3. Kuch to log kahenge, logon ka kaam hai kehna. Tu bheje ki dahi mat kar.

Now that she would be married and assumingly exposed to a healthy dose of relatives, friends and family like most kutchi gujarati women, I mean there will be a lot of sound bites like 'why you both are not going out?' "ur mother in law is so khadoos!" " beware of your sister in laws" "don't you have kaamwali bai at your home" "He comes back late these days ? You should talk to 'Husband-secretary-pol khol detective agency". I don't want her to kill all those manthra's (ramayan wali re), but she should have a mind of her own to prioritize people and what they say. What most people think about me doesn't move a fingernail on me, and I hope she is kind of chilled too.

4. Tunnu munnu ke papa , chalo aaj "Angoor" dekhte hain

Kasam Madhubala's smile ki , the girl who actually laughs at amol palekar, utpal dutt, Sanjeev Kumar's brand of comedy is my kudi, because it shows she actually enjoys brain-less, 'bheja-bhool-ja' variety of antics, which gives her a clean ten extra points in my 'Kaun Banegi Meri patni' contest. In fact, I intend to ask her about this during the 'ladka ladki ek doosre ko jaan le, samajh le' stage.

Me - Hi. Have you seen 'Bheja Fry'?
She - Oh I love that one!
Me - Oh yeah. How about 'Golmaal'?
She - Uee ma . Seen that 14 times.
Me - That's so touching . Mujhse Shaadi karogi ?
She - Wow , Akshay kumar was so funny in that one .
Me - Oye Basanti, not the movie, this is a real life question. Mujhse Shaadi karogi?

5. Oh, bhaago Judge sahiba padhar rahi hai!

I write nonsense. I am not asking you, I am telling you a fact I know. Keep your mouth shut. You don't know anything's. You only keep on writing this all crap. But I write whatever I want to write, rather than what you want me to write.

Now a girl reads the stuff at this blog, thinks 'What an idiot he is', leaves a 'This is crap. And now you are in trouble' comment I mean, the girl should not consider herself the 'I am perfect', 'I will clean the system', 'How dare someone be silly' headmistress type character. Chill maar yaar. I am having my fun the way I want to, just leave me to my stupid life, Janu.

6. Thoda hain, thode ki zaroorat hain

Darling I am not ambani I am only one employee of reliance. Her life ka basic funda of happiness should match with mine. I mean I will try to fulfill her wish list but she should understand that I am not working with underworld yaar, jo har Saturday night bole, "Mona Darling, Ye haar mein sirf tumhare liye laya hoon sirf 10 lakh ka hai"

7. Aashman ko Chhune ke Asha!!

I too enjoy my work, but I need to keep the big picture in place. If the purpose of her life is to be successful in her career, picture on the cover of a business magazine, I am cool. But If she is willing to neglect herself, myself and my parents for that then I am boiling. My priorities - my parents, my siblings, a happy environment at home. Money is a pen I need to script happiness and comfort for my family. If she loves the pen more than the script, she better marry some 'aag-in-the-belly', high flying, busy business man whose kids have trouble remembering his face. Samji meri mrs CEO.


8. I have to put down one more points about the girl who shall marry me and get to say 'See that guy with the stupid face, sincere stupid, counting stars over there? He is my husband'.

But I don't really think I want to marry red lips or a rich dad in law or 'jheel see aankhein', low vest jeans, a tight top, 36-30-36, blonde
hair kind of girl because life is not a movie where I can happily drown in her eyes and feel happy forever. Zindagi mein things have to be worked out in phased manner and when I need her to understand and share my life, those red lips or pink cheeks won't exactly be a very useful thing.

So abhi bass itna hee mangta hoon hanuman ji.

Now by mistake any girl reading this post and If she think she can't handle this kind of guy for life time than please, pick up your cellphone and sms D-I-V-O-R-C-E to 80899 right now. Sms karne se kya hoga ? muje promotion milega, mere company ka revenue badega, bahenji!!




Thursday, July 16, 2009

No Bakwass Only Seedhi Baat !!

  • I have ended some 'relations' . I know it's cruel , but I need to end what's not working out , atleast for me. It was draining me out and leading down an alley which has to have an end. I know I am being bad by cutting off from it . Makes me a not-so-nice guy. But if you want to save the baby from Hepatitis B , you need to stick a needle in his bottoms . What other analogy do you expect from me where i have couple of friends who are so called "DOCTOR"
  • I am trying to transform myself into a workaholic . The types who sips coffee in the office when all the other ones have left for dinner. Have taken a total of 10 days off officially from last 2 years. Monday is no more a scary day . But I like working it helps me to forget many things.
  • I regret not helping my niece who wanted to draw a picture in her drawing book. I said I will help out , then totally lost track of that . If they had a record for the number of promises broken , my picture would be in the Guiness Book . Front cover . Full color.
  • I have stopped using my playlist on my mobile . I like the radio more . More unpredictable . More talkative. More Live
  • I love my family more than anything and will stab for them . A female colleague at my office called me a mama's boy when she heard me saying "mummy, Will leave office in 10 minutes" on phone . I said "Yeah , I am a mama's boy . I love my mom . Will love her through out my life." I actually said that . If you ever needed to understand what a stunned woman looks like , you should have been there .
  • Why does everybody in the conference room laugh when the big Momma ( My Reporting Manager ) cracks an intended joke ? I did not find it funny . A funeral is more funny than his joke was . But the guy on my left slapped the table twice and roared . Another one could not stop giggling for a complete forty seconds . I mean , was it in the terms and agreement when they joined ?
  • Some time ago , a friend of mine , who seems to be a male from what I know of him , commented that I am a nice and lovable person . I still have not decided if that is to be classified as a compliment or a gayish attempt at molestation . Pls make a Ban on IPC 377 rule.
  • Three years of corporate world . And I am almost into the habit of thinking in bullets . I think i will not surprised to see some more bullet points in my marriage invitation card.
  • And yes my results will be out on 28th July, So Fatti padi hai!! Pray for Me plss!!
  • Thanks For reading my bakwass, oopss sorry, Seedhi baat. Clear Hai!!



Monday, July 13, 2009

Will Not Give Up!!

Thought it would be a fairy tale
Living in a world which look so much live
But I found it's not easy
As I will turn twenty five

Who said life's easy
Must be haven't seen it through
Coz it raining on Sunday here
and days turning blue

Don't worry life, as you have always known me
I will never give up, as you have shown me
That there may be days with no sun shining
But even the darkest of clouds have a silver lining

Saturday, July 11, 2009

My Little Brown Covered English Essay Book – 5th Standard


I was scavenging my all old stuff, don't know how I built that habit of preserving all the stuff which I know of not use for sure, but this time I found a little brown book

Name: Shankar Bhanushali
Std: 5th
Class: A
Subject: English Essay Book

I picked up small double line 100 pages English Essay Book and set aside my bedroom to revive those memories of childhood.

I was souring down the book, index page, my grades B, B+ , A, A+, B , B , A , and I hold on a page where I had wrote essay on I will . . .

I will respect my parents
I will respect my teachers
I will respect my elders
I will help poor's
I will serve my country
I will say the truth.
I will be a good human beeng.
.
It was mid nineties, rainy days, a classroom having Black board corrupted from right side with the broken duster, two ceiling fans making enough noise to keep awake all students, a blinking surya tube light, A Fat lady teacher with thick plastic rimmed glasses perched on her nose stands facing a class of nine year olds, who sit on little wooden rough benches and write the above lines in their brown little notebooks. A perfect manifestation of government aided school.

There was a child. The first bench. She makes the naughty children sit in the front with girl seats besides them so that she can see when they are not listening. The child writes down the lines too. Hesitant, unsure of his handwriting. Maybe a word or two is spelt wrongly. I think that child used to spell a being as beeng at that time. But he did write the lines.


I will be a good human beeng.


A simple sentence, a sentence that is made up of simple thoughts. Respect your parents, respect your teachers, your elders, be kind, help poor's, say truth, be good human being.


Nine year olds are innocent people. They believe everything their teachers tell them. That child too believed what she told him. That he have to be a good human being when he grows up. That child wanted to be a good human being when he grew up. He wanted to help poor's, serve country, and make his parents proud of him.


Sixteen years later, that child sits on the moving chair of his office typing words you are reading now. He has grown up now. He studied his books well. Went on to become an engineer working at big company with big name and then doing CFA Over a year, he was faced with a lot of choices. And he made many choices. I don't know if he evolved, but he changed.

Amongst the trigonometry lessons, the thick books of software engineering and the prolonged concept of finance, he forgot that sentence he wrote in that little, brown covered English Essay Book that day. No, wait. Maybe he did not forget. But he did not care much about it. The world did not care much about it, either. Nobody, including himself, asked "Are you a good human being, as you promised once?"

They appreciate when he pass another exams, when he prove himself better than others, faster than others with the better package and secure job than others That is what matters . Better than others. Being a good man did not matter much to anybody, and he believed it did not matter to him. He was no longer that child. Yes he was changed he smelted himself with the surroundings.


I have not been good so far. I have hurt people, I have said things which have tore apart hearts of good souls, I haven't make my parents proud of me even single time, I have been indifferent, not caring about who I am really now, who that child was, and not caring if me and the child would ever meet again, talk again, be one again.

But today, the dust on that brown covered little English Essay notebook have parted a little, and a long forgotten, once familiar sound of a that innocent child has managed to flow in like the first rays of a morning sun. And the voice says "I wanted be a good human beeng. Why have you become this? Don't you remember me? "

And today, the grown up man wants to listen to that child, and believe in that child, and be that child. Because after a long time, he has found a friend who reside inside him, who believes in being good more than being better. Who wants to help a million hands rather than control a million people! Who looks at the world from the selfless eyes of that child I once, was, without the layers of selfishness this life wraps around us adults. Who gives me a strength and direction, not by loving me, but by being who he is, who gives me the confidence that I can find myself, because I see a part of me in him. Who more than being loved, is worthy of being respected.

The white cloud of simplicity I have found gives me the strength to try to be that child again, to realize who I really am, and to be good again.


I know when you people will read this. Some people who think I am not a good man. Some people who think I am not practical enough. Some people who think I will change, and probably would forget these words soon enough. Some people who think I do not have the courage to be who I say I want to be. Some people who think I do not know what I really want to be. Some people who would not understand, and will think I do not understand. For some people it will be mere time pass to just flick out this but for me it means something. This thought giving me warm feelings, feelings which tell me that I am still good from inside; same nine year innocent child is still alive inside me.


All I can say is, I know what this means to me. And I do not expect many to understand what this means to me. Thanks to GOD, I am talking to that child again. I had some good people with me always, but before you came along, I had given up on trying being who I really wanted to be. Even though I have that brown English Essay little notebook today, that page has not been clearer to me before today. And I will be a good human "beeng". Maybe not faster. Maybe not sharper. Maybe not a winner for the world. But definitely a good human beeng.

- - - Shankar Bhanushali



Thursday, July 9, 2009

9 8 * * * * * 6 2 5


I wanted to write this post from last many days but was not getting many things to put. But today an abrupt thought came to my mind that there is nothing really which i can put down in few KBs on my blog about you mahan !! Yes its only for you mahan.

I told you via sms that i need some spark to ignite my thought process and i was awaiting that trigger to write something for you which was your long lasting demand :) but on the fly i realized there is nothing which i can pick up and throw towards you. It is almost three years i know your name and your cell no !! It was totally different experience... i mean classical example of how human emotions flows without any substance in it. I dont know you but i know your Cell no , I never heared you but i heared your msg tone when it comes to my inbox.

We never talked with each other but still we take care to ask How are you
We are not age old friends but still we take care to wish happy birthday
We are not cousins but still we wish each other on every festival
We are not best friend but still we update each other regularly
We are not in relationship but still we remember each other everyday

An obscure and unimportant standing i.e. Not well known friendship but still this friendship has some substantial meaning. It is very much unregularized but i am happy to be in this stuff where you have complete security of your thoughts, no need to listen any words only you need to pour your words. No expectation no disappointments only feel good kind of stuff.

I believe each friend brings some or other face of world in front of you, whatever i got to learn from you i respect you for that !! I want to write something more about you here but feels that will defy the meaning behind writing this blog is devoted to you mahan...not to you as person.

I don't know you who are you and everything else i should know but i know you by your cell no...... 98 * * * * * 625 By the way i haven't saved you cell no by your name Bcoz i don't know you :)

I just remember an ad of IDEA where abhishek bachhan telling , " Iss gaon mein ab koi apne naam se nahi jana jayega " lallalallalalla

What an Idea Sir Ji !!!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

India Budget 2009-10


* Govt plans to bring back economy to high growth of 9%
* GDP growth dipped to 6.7% in FY'09
* FM to make pre-budget talks with state FMs annual affair
* Fiscal deficit up from 2.7% to 6.8% of GDP
* Return to fiscal prudence at the earliest
* 'Aam admi' is focus of all programmes and schemes
* IT exemption limit raised; Rs 50,000 for Sr.citizens
* Limit raised by Rs 10,000 for tax payers, including women
* 10% surcharge on personal income tax scrapped
* Fringe Benefit Tax abolished * No change in corporate tax
* Defence gets Rs 1,41,703 cr, up 34%
* Total fiscal stimulus in 2008-09 amounts to Rs 1,86,000 cr
* IIFCL to evolve mechanism for increased funding of infra
* IIFCL to re-finance commercial bank loans up to 60 per cent in critical projects through PPP to tune of Rs 1,00,000 cr
* Allocations for highways being stepped up by 23 per cent
* Funds for housing, amenities for urban poor up Rs 3,973 cr
* Funds for JN Urban Renewal Mission up 87% to Rs 12,887 cr
* Assistance for storm-water drainage project up by Rs 300 cr
* Farm credit target up at Rs 3,25,000 cr from Rs 2,87,000 cr
* Interest rates incentive to farmers to repay loans on time
* Additional Rs 1,000 crore for accelerated irrigation scheme
* Export Credit Guarantee scheme extended till March 2010
* 2% interest subvention (IS) scheme extended till March 2010
* IS scheme to cover 7 job-oriented sectors, including textile, handicrafts and handlooms.
* Commodity Transaction Tax abolished
* New pension system trust exempted from STT; DDT
* Minimum Alternate Tax hiked to 15% from 10%
* Tax holiday on petro sector extended to natural gas
* 100% tax deduction on political donation
* Stimulus for print media for another six months
* Fertiliser subsidy to be nutrient-based, not price
* Expert Group to form viable pricing for imported petro goods
* Banks and insurance firms to remain in public sector
* Rs 100 cr one-time grant to expand banks in unbanked areas
* Govt committed to provide Rs 100 a day as wages under NREGA
* Allocation of Rs 39,100 cr to be made for NREGA
* NREGA coverage increased to 4.74 crore households in FY'09
* Work National Food Security scheme has begun
* Allocation for Bharat Nirman being raised by 45 per cent
* Rs 2,000 cr rural housing fund under National Housing Bank
* Mission for female literacy with focus on minorities, SC/ST
* 50% of all rural women to be brought into SHG programmes
* Full interest subsidy for students in select institutions
* Five lakh students to benefit
* Modernisation of national exployment exchanges
* Action for social security to unorganised sector workers
* New pension benefits for 12 lakh jawans and JCOs from July
* One lakh dwelling units for paramilitary forces personnel
* Unique Identification Card to citizens in 12-18 months
* Provision of Rs 120 crore for UIC project
* Rs 2,113 crore allocated for IITs and new IITs
* Rs 3472 cr for Commonwealth Games from Rs 2112 cr







Time to try something new

Time to try something new
Get out do something you knew
Life is not without struggle
You have to win this battle

Taking a little time to see
What it is that you need
Finding a way to breathe
Forget all useless myth

Leaving your odds behind
Not knowing what you will find
Bringing the dream to reality
Living a life with more clarity

Memories of times better spent
Finding the life you had bent
Rather than living a behind
dream what you want to find

Time to try something new
Not knowing just what you will do
Finding the life you are meant
Now you decide what you want

Thursday, July 2, 2009

misunderstood

I didn't misunderstood what you told me
Or why you have told that way
Of course you are free to do as you like
But first I have something to say

To me it had seemed we could go on forever
So close were our hearts, and at ease
So much did we share, yet the words never faltered
So I thought as time did as it pleased

Whatever we did that times feast
Or am that is not to your fate
Or would be i ever retained my place
Or won't be if I am replaced

I want you to know that our friendship is something
A treasure, and would never end
If you would be willing to turn to understand me
You'd find me still a same best friend

Now tell me who understood whom
And who mis-understood whom
I am not going to take any blame
where life is still on, live game

--- Shank

Admitted !!


I was sitting alone in the home near window and had just reached for the sugar preparatory to putting it into my coffee. Outside, the weather was hideous. Rain and scent of wet soil whirling down, and the wind howled frightfully. Every time the outer door opened, a draft of unwelcome air penetrated the uttermost corners of the room.

Still I was comfortable. The rain, soil and wind conveyed nothing to me except an abstract thanksgiving that I was where it could not affect me. While I dreamed and sipped my coffee, the door opened and closed, and admitted to the nature and owner of the nature i.e. GOD.

We have reach everywhere moon, mars, we have developed many technologies faster than air, sound and light but still GOD is always superior than humans, we cant create the nature which he has created for us. The rain, soil and wind in front of my eyes making me to admitt myself to the creator of these beautiful nature.

Thanks GOD!!