Friday, February 18, 2011

Story of Appreciation


One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping
my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

DO YOU LOVE ME?

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.
Ah the beauty of God’s creation is beyond description.
As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.
As I sat there, I felt the Lord’s presence with me.
He asked me,
“Do you love me?”
I answered,
“Of course, God! You are my Lord and Savior!”
Then He asked,
“If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?”
I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn’t be able to do, the things that I took for granted.
And I answered, “It would be tough Lord, but I would still loveYou.”
Then the Lord said,
“If you were blind, would you still love my creation?”
How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His creation.
So I answered, “Its hard to think of it, but I would still love you.”
The Lord then asked me,
“If you were deaf, would you still listen to my word?”
How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood.
Listening to God’s Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts. I answered,
“It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your word.”
The Lord then asked,
“If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?”
How could I praise without a voice?
Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our words of thanks. So I answered,
“Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name.
And the Lord asked,
“Do you really love Me?”
With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly,
“Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true God!”
I thought I had answered well, but God asked,
“THEN WHY DO YOU SIN?”
I answered, “Because I am only human. I am not perfect.”
“THEN WHY IN TIMES OF PEACE DO YOU STRAY THE FURTHEST?
WHY ONLY IN TIMES OF TROUBLE DO YOU PRAY THE EARNEST?”
No answers. Only tears.
The Lord continued:
“Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so unfaithfully?”
The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.
“Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good news? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?”
I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.
“You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all.”
“DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME ?”
I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When the tears had flowed, I said, “ Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child.”
The Lord answered,
“ That is My Grace, My child.”
I asked, “ Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do You love me so?”
The Lord answered,
“ Because you are My creation. You are my child. I will never abandon you.
When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.
When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you.
When you are down, I will encourage you.
When you fall, I will raise you up.
When you are tired, I will carry you.
I will be with you till the end of days, and I will love you forever.”
Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done? I asked God,
“How much do You love me?”
The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands.
I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Savior.
And for the first time, I truly prayed.

Father´s Love Letter
The Cry of the Father´s Heart from Genesis to Revelation

My Child…

You may not know me, but I know everything about you
…Psalm 139:1

I know when you sit down and when you rise up
…Psalm 139:2

I am familiar with all your ways
…Psalm 139:3

Even the very hairs on your head are numbered
…Matthew 10:29-31

For you were made in my image
…Genesis 1:27

In me you live and move and have your being
…Acts 17:28

For you are my offspring
…Acts 17:28

I knew you even before you were conceived
…Jeremiah 1:4-5

I chose you when I planned creation
…Ephesians 1:11-12

You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book
…Psalm 139:15-16

I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live
…Acts 17:26

You are fearfully and wonderfully made
…Psalm 139:14

I knit you together in your mother's womb
…Psalm 139:13

And brought you forth on the day you were born
…Psalm 71:6

I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me
…John 8:41-44

I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love
…1 John 4:16

And it is my desire to lavish my love on you
…1 John 3:1

Simply because you are my child and I am your father
…1 John 3:1

I offer you more than your earthly father ever could
…Matthew 7:11

For I am the perfect father
…Matthew 5:48

Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand
…James 1:17

For I am your provider and I meet all your needs
…Matthew 6:31-33

My plan for your future has always been filled with hope
…Jeremiah 29:11

Because I love you with an everlasting love
…Jeremiah 31:3

My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore
...Psalms 139:17-18

And I rejoice over you with singing
…Zephaniah 3:17

I will never stop doing good to you
…Jeremiah 32:40

For you are my treasured possession
…Exodus 19:5

I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul
…Jeremiah 32:41

And I want to show you great and marvelous things
…Jeremiah 33:3

If you seek me with all your heart, you will find me
…Deuteronomy 4:29

Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart
…Psalm 37:4

For it is I who gave you those desires
…Philippians 2:13

I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine
…Ephesians 3:20

For I am your greatest encourager
…2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles
…2 Corinthians 1:3-4

When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you
…Psalm 34:18

As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart
…Isaiah 40:11

One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes
…Revelation 21:3-4

And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth
…Revelation 21:3-4

I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus
…John 17:23

For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed
…John 17:26

He is the exact representation of my being
…Hebrews 1:3

He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you
…Romans 8:31

And to tell you that I am not counting your sins
…2 Corinthians 5:18-19

Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled
…2 Corinthians 5:18-19

His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you
…1 John 4:10

I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love
…Romans 8:31-32

If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me
…1 John 2:23

And nothing will ever separate you from my love again
…Romans 8:38-39

Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen
…Luke 15:7

I have always been Father, and will always be Father
…Ephesians 3:14-15

My question is…Will you be my child?
…John 1:12-13

I am waiting for you
…Luke 15:11-32
Love, Your Dad.
Almighty God

God´s Valentine


Thursday, February 10, 2011

To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married



When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her,

Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs s and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:

"I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart"
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.

Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are

You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you're going to live, here and now.


from email I received...

Sunday, February 06, 2011

The only place in India where food is cheap.....

The only place in India where food is cheap.....


Tea Re.1.00
Soup Rs.5.50
Dal Rs.1.50
Meals Rs.2.00
Chappathi Rs.1.00
Chicken Rs.24.50
Dosa Rs.4.00
Veg Briyani Rs.8.00
Fish Rs.13.00


This is actual price list.
These items are meant for "POOR PEOPLE"
And it is available at Indian Parliament Canteen.
The salary of those poor people is

Rs.80,000.00 per Month!! PLUS HEFTY BONUS IN SCAMS....
This all money comes from our pocket, TAXES We PAY.

!!ABSOLUTEY MUST WATCH NOW!! A Girl who silenced the world in 5 mins. Se...

Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford Commencement Address

WHEN A LIZARD CAN, WHY CAN’T WE?

TRUE INSPIRING STORY.. WHEN A LIZARD CAN, WHY CAN’T WE?
This is a true story that happened in Japan (I am not sure abuout the authentcity about its truth.).
In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan breaks open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this, feels pity, and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 5 years ago when the house was first built !!!
What happened?  The lizard has survived in such position for 5 years!  In a dark wall partition for 5 years without moving, it is impossible and mind-boggling. Then he wondered how this lizard survived for 5 years! without moving a single step–since its foot was nailed! So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what it has been doing, and what and how it has been eating. Later, not knowing from where it came, appears another lizard, with food in its mouth. Ah! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck by nail, another lizard has been feeding it for the past 5 years… Imagine? it has been doing that untiringly for 5 long years, without giving up hope on its partner.
Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with a brilliant mind can’t. Please never abandon your loved ones
Lesson from the Story: Never Say you are Busy When They Really Need You …
You May Have The Entire World At Your Feet.
But You Might Be The Only World To Them..
A Moment of negligence might break the very heart which loves you thru all odds.. Before you say something just remember.. it takes a moment to Break but an entire lifetime to make…

Friday, February 04, 2011

An inspiring Speech By Subroto Bagchi

An inspiring Speech By Subroto Bagchi, Chief Operating Officer, MindTree Consulting

Some of my friends forward this mail and it really worth of reading once

"I  was  the  last child of a small-time government servant, in a family of
Five  brothers.  My  earliest  memory of my father is as that of a District
Employment Officer in Koraput, Orissa.

It  was  and  remains  as  back  of  Beyond as you canimagine. There was no
electricity;  no primary school nearby and water did not flow out of a tap.
As  a  result,  I  did  not  go  to  school  until  the age of eight; I was
home-schooled.

My  father  used  to  get transferred every year. The family belongings fit
into  the  back  of  a  jeep - so the family moved from place to place and,
without  any  trouble,  my  Mother would set up an establishment and get us
going.  Raised  by  a  widow  who  had come as a refugee from the then East
Bengal
, she was a matriculate when she married my Father.

My  parents set the foundation of my life and the value system which makes
me what I am today and largely defines what success means to me today.

As  District  Employment  Officer,  my  father  was  given  a  jeep  by the
government.  There  was  no garage in the Office, so the jeep was parked in
our house. My father refused to use it to commute to the office. He told us
that  the  jeep  is  an  expensive  resource  given  by the government - he
reiterated  to  us  that  it  was not 'his jeep' but the government's jeep.
Insisting that he would use it only to tour the interiors, he would walk to
his  office  on  normal  days.  He  also made sure that we never sat in the
government jeep -we could sit in it only when it was stationary.

That was our early childhood lesson in governance - a lesson that corporate
Managers learn the hard way, some never do.

The  driver of the jeep was treated with respect due to any other member of
my  Father's  office.  As small children, we were taught not to call him by
his  name. We had to use the suffix 'dada' whenever we were to refer to him
in  public or private. When I grew up to own a car and a driver by the name
of  Raju  was  appointed - I repeated the lesson to my two small daughters.
They  have,  as  a  result,  grown  up  to  call  Raju, 'Raju Uncle' â€" very
different  from  many of their friends who refer to their family drivers as
'my  driver'. When I hear that term from a school- or college-going person,
I cringe.

To  me,  the  lesson  was  significant  -  you treat small people with more
respect than how you treat big people. It is more important to respect your
subordinates than your superiors.

Our  day used to start with the family huddling around my Mother's chulha -
an earthen fire place she would build at each place of posting where she
would  cook  for  the  family. There was no gas, nor electrical stoves. The
morning  routine started with tea. As the brew was served, Father would ask
us to read aloud the editorial page of The Statesman's 'muffosil' edition -
delivered one day late. We did not understand much of what we were reading.

But  the  ritual  was  meant  for us to know that the world was larger than
Koraput  district  and the English I speak today, despite having studied in
an
Oriya  medium  school,  has  to  do  with  that  routine. After reading the
newspaper aloud, we were told to fold it neatly.

Father  taught  us a simple lesson. He used to say, "You should leave your
newspaper and your toilet, the way you expect to find it".

That  lesson was about showing consideration to others. Business begins and
ends with that simple precept.

Being  small  children, we were always enamoured with advertisements in the
newspaper for transistor radios - we did not have one. We saw other people
having  radios  in  their homes and each time there was an advertisement of
Philips, Murphy or Bush radios, we would ask Father when we could get one.

Each  time,  my  Father  would  reply  that  we did not need one because he
already had five radios - alluding to his five sons. We also did not have a
house
Of  our  own  and would occasionally ask Father as to when, like others, we
would live in our own house. He would give a similar reply, "We do not need
a
house  of  our own. I already own five houses". His replies did not gladden
our hearts in that instant.

Nonetheless, we learnt that it is important not to measure personal success
and sense of well being through material possessions.

Government houses seldom came with fences. Mother and I collected twigs and
built a small fence. After lunch, my Mother would never sleep. She would
take  her  kitchen  utensils  and with those she and I would dig the rocky,
white ant infested surrounding. We planted flowering bushes. The white
ants  destroyed them. My mother brought ash from her chulha and mixed it in
the  earth  and  we  planted  the seedlings all over again. This time, they
bloomed.

At  that  time,  my  father's  transfer order came. A few neighbors told my
mother why she was taking so much pain to beautify a government house, why
she was planting seeds that would only benefit the next occupant. My mother
replied that it did not matter to her that she would not see the flowers
in full bloom.

She  said,  "I have to create a bloom in a desert and whenever I am given a
new place, I must leave it more beautiful than what I had
inherited".

That  was  my  first lesson in success. It is not about what you create for
yourself, it is what you leave behind that defines success.

My mother began developing a cataract in her eyes when I was very small. At
that time, the eldest among my brothers got a teaching job at the
University  in  Bhubaneswar  and  had  to  prepare  for  the civil services
examination.  So,  it was decided that my Mother would move to cook for him
and, as her
appendage,  I  had  to  move  too.  For  the  first  time in my life, I saw
electricity  in Homes and water coming out of a tap. It was around 1965 and
the  country  was going to war with Pakistan. My mother was having problems
reading and in any case, being Bengali, she did not know the Oriya script.

So,  in  addition  to  my  daily  chores,  my job was to read her the local
newspaper - end to end. That created in me a sense of connectedness with a
larger  world.  I  began  taking  interest  in many different things. While
reading  out news about the war, I felt that I was fighting the war myself.
She  and  I  discussed  the  daily  news  and  built a bond with the larger
universe.

In  it, we became part of a larger reality. Till date, I measure my success
in terms of that sense of larger connectedness.

Meanwhile, the war raged and India was fighting on both fronts. Lal Bahadur
Shastri,  the  then  Prime Minster, coined the term "Jai Jawan, Jai Kishan"
and  galvanized  the  nation in to patriotic fervor. Other than reading out
the  newspaper to my mother, I had no clue about how I could be part of the
action. So, after reading her the newspaper, every day I would land up near
the  University's  water  tank,  which  served the community. I would spend
hours  under  it,  imagining  that  there  could be spies who would come to
poison  the  water  and  I  had  to  watch for them. I would daydream about
catching  one  and  how the next day, I would be featured in the newspaper.
Unfortunately  for  me,  the  spies  at  war  ignored  the  sleepy  town of
Bhubaneswar  and I never got a chance to catch one in action. Yet, that act
unlocked my imagination.

Imagination is everything. If we can imagine a future, we can create it, if
we  can  create that future, others will live in it. That is the essence of
success.

Over  the next few years, my mother's eyesight dimmed but in me she created
a larger vision, a vision with which I continue to see the world and, I
sense, through my eyes, she was seeing too. As the next few years unfolded,
her vision deteriorated and she was operated for cataract. I remember, when
she  returned after her operation and she saw my face clearly for the first
time, she was astonished. She said, "Oh my God, I did not know you were so
fair". I remain mighty pleased with that adulation even till date.

Within  weeks of getting her sight back, she developed a corneal ulcer and,
overnight,  became  blind in both eyes. That was 1969. She died in 2002. In
all those 32 years of living with blindness, she never complained about her
fate  even  once. Curious to know what she saw with blind eyes, I asked her
once  if she sees darkness. She replied, "No, I do not see darkness. I only
see light even with my eyes closed". Until she was eighty years of age, she
did  her  morning  yoga  everyday,  swept  her  own room and washed her own
clothes.

To  me,  success is about the sense of independence; it is about not seeing
the world but seeing the light.

Over  the  many  intervening years, I grew up, studied, joined the industry
and  began  to carve my life's own journey. I began my life as a clerk in a
government  office,  went  on  to  become a Management Trainee with the DCM
group  and  eventually  found  my  life's calling with the IT industry when
fourth  generation computers came to India in 1981. Life took me places - I
worked  with  outstanding  people, challenging assignments and traveled all
over the, world.

In  1992,  while  I was posted in the US, I learnt that my father, living a
retired  life  with  my  eldest  brother,  had suffered a third degree burn
injury  and was admitted in the Safderjung Hospital in Delhi. I flewback to
attend to him - he remained for a few days in critical stage, bandaged from
neck to toe. The Safderjung Hospital is a cockroac infested, dirty, inhuman
place.  The  overworked,  under-resourced sisters in the burn ward are both
victims and perpetrators of dehumanized life at its worst.

One morning, while attending to my Father, I realized that the blood bottle
was  empty and fearing that air would go into his vein, I asked the tending
nurse  to  change it. She bluntly told me to do it myself. In that horrible
theater of death, I was in pain and frustration and anger. Finally when she
relented and came, my Father opened his eyes and murmured to her, "Why have
you  not  gone home yet?" Here was a man on his deathbed but more concerned
about  the  overworked nurse than his own state. I was stunned at his stoic
self.

There  I  learnt  that  there  is  no limit to how concerned you can be for
another human being and what is the limit of inclusion you can create.

My father died the next day.

He  was  a  man whose success was defined by his principles, his frugality,
his  universalism  and his sense of inclusion. Above all, he taught me that
success is your ability to rise above your discomfort, whatever may be your
current  state.  You  can, if you want, raise your consciousness above your
immediate  surroundings.  Success is not about building material comforts -
the  transistor  that  he never could buy or the house that he never owned.
His  success  was  about  the legacy he left, the memetic continuity of his
ideals   that  grew  beyond  the  smallness  of  a  ill-paid,  unrecognized
government servant's world.

My  father  was a fervent believer in the British Raj. He sincerely doubted
the  capability of the post-independence Indian political parties to govern
the  country.  To  him,  the lowering of the Union Jack was a sad event. My
Mother  was  the exact opposite. When Subhash Bose quit the Indian National
Congress  and  came  to Dacca, my mother, then a schoolgirl, garlanded him.
She  learnt  to  spin khadi and joined an underground movement that trained
her  in using daggers and swords. Consequently, our household saw diversity
in  the political outlook of the two. On major issues concerning the world,
the Old Man and the Old Lady had differing opinions.

In  them, we learnt the power of disagreements, of dialogue and the essence
of  living  with diversity in thinking. Success is not about the ability to
create  a  definitive  dogmatic  end  state;  it  is about the unfolding of
thought processes, of dialogue and continuum.

Two years back, at the age of eighty-two, Mother had a paralytic stroke and
was lying in a government hospital in Bhubaneswar. I flew down from the US
where I was serving my second stint, to see her. I spent two weeks with her
in  the  hospital  as  she  remained  in a paralytic state. She was neither
getting  better  nor  moving  on. Eventually I had to return to work. While
leaving  her  behind,  I  kissed  her  face.  In that paralytic state and a
garbled  voice,  she said, "Why are you kissing me, go kiss the world." Her
river  was  nearing  its journey, at the confluence of life and death, this
woman  who  came to India as a refugee, raised by a widowed Mother, no more
educated than high school, married to an anonymous government servant whose
last  salary  was  Rupees Three Hundred, robbed of her eyesight by fate and
crowned by adversity - was telling me to go and kiss the world!

Success  to  me  is  about  Vision.  It  is  the  ability to rise above the
immediacy  of  pain.  It  is  about imagination. It is about sensitivity to
small  people. It is about building inclusion. It is about connectedness to
a larger world existence. It is about personal tenacity. It is about giving
back  more  to  life  than  you  take  out  of  it.  It  is  about creating
extra-ordinary success with ordinary lives.

Thank you very much; I wish you good luck and Godspeed. Go, kiss the world."
Subroto Bagchi, Chief Operating Officer, MindTree Consulting