The Spirit of the Child

•March 18, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I am Adam, king of the earth.
Look at me, so full of mirth.
The wisest is he who laughs
without miracles or staffs —
and of me, there is dearth.

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Statement of Purpose

•March 13, 2012 • Leave a Comment

लोहे के पेड़ हरे होंगे, तू गान प्रेम का गाता चल,
नम होगी यह मिट्टी ज़रूर, आँसू के कण बरसाता चल।

सिसकियों और चीत्कारों से, जितना भी हो आकाश भरा,
कंकालों का हो ढेर, खप्परों से चाहे हो पटी धरा ।
आशा के स्वर का भार, पवन को लेकिन, लेना ही होगा,
जीवित सपनों के लिए मार्ग मुर्दों को देना ही होगा।
रंगो के सातों घट उँड़ेल, यह अँधियारी रँग जायेगी,
ऊषा को सत्य बनाने को जावक नभ पर छितराता चल।

आदर्शों से आदर्श भिड़े, प्रग्या प्रग्या पर टूट रही।
प्रतिमा प्रतिमा से लड़ती है, धरती की किस्मत फूट रही।
आवर्तों का है विषम जाल, निरुपाय बुद्धि चकराती है,
विज्ञान-यान पर चढी हुई सभ्यता डूबने जाती है।
जब-जब मस्तिष्क जयी होता, संसार ज्ञान से चलता है,
शीतलता की है राह हृदय, तू यह संवाद सुनाता चल।

सूरज है जग का बुझा-बुझा, चन्द्रमा मलिन-सा लगता है,
सब की कोशिश बेकार हुई, आलोक न इनका जगता है,
इन मलिन ग्रहों के प्राणों में कोई नवीन आभा भर दे,
जादूगर! अपने दर्पण पर घिसकर इनको ताजा कर दे।
दीपक के जलते प्राण, दिवाली तभी सुहावन होती है,
रोशनी जगत् को देने को अपनी अस्थियाँ जलाता चल।

क्या उन्हें देख विस्मित होना, जो हैं अलमस्त बहारों में,
फूलों को जो हैं गूँथ रहे सोने-चाँदी के तारों में ?
मानवता का तू विप्र, गन्ध-छाया का आदि पुजारी है,
वेदना-पुत्र! तू तो केवल जलने भर का अधिकारी है।
ले बड़ी खुशी से उठा, सरोवर में जो हँसता चाँद मिले,
दर्पण में रचकर फूल, मगर उस का भी मोल चुकाता चल।

काया की कितनी धूम-धाम! दो रोज चमक बुझ जाती है;
छाया पीती पीयुष, मृत्यु के ऊपर ध्वजा उड़ाती है ।
लेने दे जग को उसे, ताल पर जो कलहंस मचलता है,
तेरा मराल जल के दर्पण में नीचे-नीचे चलता है।
कनकाभ धूल झर जाएगी, वे रंग कभी उड़ जाएँगे,
सौरभ है केवल सार, उसे तू सब के लिए जगाता चल।

क्या अपनी उन से होड़, अमरता की जिनको पहचान नहीं,
छाया से परिचय नहीं, गन्ध के जग का जिन को ज्ञान नहीं?
जो चतुर चाँद का रस निचोड़ प्यालों में ढाला करते हैं,
भट्ठियाँ चढाकर फूलों से जो इत्र निकाला करते हैं।
ये भी जाएँगे कभी, मगर, आधी मनुष्यतावालों पर,
जैसे मुसकाता आया है, वैसे अब भी मुसकाता चल।

सभ्यता-अंग पर क्षत कराल, यह अर्थ-मानवों का बल है,
हम रोकर भरते उसे, हमारी आँखों में गंगाजल है।
शूली पर चढा मसीहा को वे फूले नहीं समाते हैं
हम शव को जीवित करने को छायापुर में ले जाते हैं।
भींगी चाँदनियों में जीता, जो कठिन धूप में मरता है,
उजियाली से पीड़ित नर के मन में गोधूलि बसाता चल।

यह देख नयी लीला उन की, फिर उन ने बड़ा कमाल किया,
गाँधी के लहू से सारे, भारत-सागर को लाल किया।
जो उठे राम, जो उठे कृष्ण, भारत की मिट्टी रोती है,
क्य हुआ कि प्यारे गाँधी की यह लाश न जिन्दा होती है?
तलवार मारती जिन्हें, बाँसुरी उन्हें नया जीवन देती,
जीवनी-शक्ति के अभिमानी! यह भी कमाल दिखलाता चल।

धरती के भाग हरे होंगे, भारती अमृत बरसाएगी,
दिन की कराल दाहकता पर चाँदनी सुशीतल छाएगी।
ज्वालामुखियों के कण्ठों में कलकण्ठी का आसन होगा,
जलदों से लदा गगन होगा, फूलों से भरा भुवन होगा।
बेजान, यन्त्र-विरचित गूँगी, मूर्त्तियाँ एक दिन बोलेंगी,
मुँह खोल-खोल सब के भीतर शिल्पी! तू जीभ बिठाता चल।

-रामधारी सिंह ‘दिनकर’

Business Ethics at IIM Kozhikode

•December 12, 2011 • 2 Comments

Although my main purpose to come to IIM Kozhikode was to learn all about financial engineering, the maximum learning for me has happened in the so called “soft-courses” like Organization Behaviour, or Social Tranformation in India, or Globalisation and Culture. One such brilliant and vibrant course is Business Ethics taught by Prof. Mathai Baker Fenn (CEO of Talk Shop) and Prof G Venkat Raman (India’s first post-graduate from China and a JNU product). In an extremely innovative turn of events, our business ethics exam will be set by the students themselves. I too made my submissions to the course, and in all probability they will not be figuring in the exam. Imagine, 300 students submitting 7 questions each, out of which 20 will be selected. I am sure mine will be rejected purely on the basis of polemic content. Also, if any prospective employers discover this, they will also reject me. I have already rejected them. But anyways I am posting these on my page, just for kicks. I enjoyed making them.

Answers below:

 

Q1. With whom would you associate the book ‘The Algebra of Infinite Justice”?

a)      Vandana Shiva

b)      Amartya Sen

c)      Arundhati Roy

d)      Anil Kejriwal

 

Q2. In the name of public-private partsnerships in India, gross injustice is meted out. One such instance is the commodification of water through National Water Policy, which is not only unethical but unconstitutional. It has caused as much trouble for as benefit for some. Which state and private company would you associate with the Sheonath river, which is running the state into huge losses and causing human rights violation?

a)      Madhya Pradhesh, Bhedaghat Water Supply

b)      Maharashtra, Chatrapati Shivaji Paani Puravatha Ltd.

c)      Chattisgarh, Radius Water Limited

d)      Gujrat, Borai Industrial Water Supply

 

Q3. With which respected Nobel Laureate in Economics would you associate the following words: “You want more insider trading, not less. You want to give the people most likely to have knowledge about deficiencies of the company an incentive to make the public aware of that.”

a)      Amartya Sen

b)      Paul Krugman

c)      Milton Friedman

d)      Gary Becker

 

Q4. With which organisation would you associate the following: “What we’re trying to do is pioneer a new form of social activism using all the power of the mass media to sell ideas, rather than products. We’re motivated by a kind of `greenthink’ that comes from the environmental movement and isn’t mired in the old ideology of the left and right. Instead, we take the environmental ethic into the mental ethic, trying to clean up the toxic areas of our minds. You can’t recycle and be a good environmental citizen, then watch four hours of television and get consumption messages pumped at you.”

a)      Résistance à l’Aggression Publicitaire

b)      Culture Jammers

c)      Adbusters

d)      Media Carta

 

Q5. A humble civil servant, he rose from the rank of a clerk to Deputy Commissioner before being dismissed by the state Chief Minister Sharad Pawar for being honest. His successor, Kalam Patil, was immediately caught red handed by Anti-Corruption Bureau while taking a bribe, and as a punishment, was promoted to Commissioner as well as the PRO. He used eunuchs to liberate minor girls from prostitution racquets, as a creative spin on the loan collection techniques employed by ICICI Bank. His autobiography is called “Zunj Ekaki’ (The Solitary Fight). Who?

a)      Sagar Khairnar

b)      Sandeep Lanjewar

c)      G R Khairnar

d)      Shrikant Warade

 

Q6. Which of the following can be said to be a strong criticism against the Jan Lokpal movement headed by Anna Hazare and his team?

a)      Jan Lokpal Bill does not address the root of the problem; it only provides a strong safeguard for taking care of problems after they occur.

b)      Too much power will be concentrated in one institution

c)      Both

d)      None of these

 

 

Q7. This institution’s share holdings pattern is as follows: United States (15.85%), Japan (6.84%), China (4.42%), Germany (4.00%), the United Kingdom (3.75%), France (3.75%), and India (2.91%) and the rest are trivially distributed amongst about 100 states. The institution setup up with the Bretton Woods agreement is headed by an American by mandate. The voting powers of Indian and China were revised in 2010. This institution has been criticised for its use of shock therapy to disrupt economic progress in underdeveloped countries. It does not lend capital to nations without domestic water privatization policy. Which institution?

a)      United Nations

b)      IMF

c)      World Bank

d)      WTO

 

Regards,

Sanket Anurag Shrivastava

PGP 15 (2011-2013)

IIM Kozhikode

 All answers are Option C. 

 

I sit besides the river and weep

•December 8, 2011 • Leave a Comment

It never felt improper to dream.
But tonight, my dream makes me cry.
I wait for the morning.

The distant stars and the lovely moon echo the grief of my heavy heart.
The dark night seems familiar. Come thief, steal my heart; it’s ripe.

I am too bored to breathe. My heart is sinking, and so am I.
My will flees me, and the night is darkening.
I wait for the morning.

Come again.

God save the English!

•November 19, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Memory conjures up something unspringlike–

a storm in a teacup, rain,
sunshine, sugar, aprilness,
cloudy climate and cricket.

I love the British. Especially the English. I love, too, the Scots and the bagpipers, the Celts and their songs, the Angles and the Stuarts and their feuds, and all of them all, with all their freemasonry and their divine and unchaste kingdom conquests, and their gloriously imperial stories and their passionately trivial games, their love for complicated laws and arbitrary rules and neat little traditions. I love their brave saints and their greedy dragons, their majestic quests and their holy grails, their kindness for beautiful flowers and their affection for faithful pets. The taste for tea and buns and biscuits in the sunny but soaked, brown and breezy morning when the ball swings like the lead-motive of a Mark Knopfler solo, and the bat beats its breast at its sweet spot…

…and, most of all, I love the English language, and all that which can be done with it.

Memorable Roorkee

•November 9, 2011 • 4 Comments


Memorable Roorkee



Remember, the beauty of the shade of a tree…


standing tall like a lone soldier at Roorkee,


when we all had dreams and desires and days —


full of leisure and love; yet, look at today:


no time to sleep, no time to dream,


Everybody wants to make me scream.


Flash back in my mind, oh the memory


of the beauty of the shade of the tree!


Kozhikode Nightingale

•October 30, 2011 • Leave a Comment

The navy blue dawn outside my chamber. Water slithers down wet leaves. The cicadas hum in trance. The nightingale’s voice rises without wavering to the side, it is as penetrating as a cock-crow, but beautiful and free of vanity. I was in prison and it visited me. I was sick and it visited me. I didn’t notice it then, but I do now. Time streams down from the sun and the moon and into all the tick-tock-thankful clocks. But right here there is no time. Only the nightingale’s succulent voice, the raw resonant notes that whet the waking sky’s gleaming hued scythe.

From Tomas Tranströmer of Sweden