GawriShankarwa

1) All characters are real with names changed and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely intended and non-incidental.

2) I request Vineet Garg, my Marine college friend to accept my sincere thanks for his inspiration to do such stuff.

Natural waterfall, doodhiya water flowing at a gentle speed, a new Pears soap nearby with a Fructis Shampoo sachet too and I am taking bath under the waterfall and Runbijay sipping chilled Pepsi bottles and PET containers and munching Lays…….and then Runbijay knocks at the door…….arre ae Gawri Shankarwa, get up, we need to move now for the first day at office (read sespi Ltd.) and the morning dreams of Gawri Shankar are interrupted, giving way to morning blues.

Gawri Shankar – “How much time do I have to get ready for the office?”

Runbijay chuckles and replies – Please do not worry, you can straightaway move now to the office, you have been always so presentable.

Runbijay has been always at a soap’s distance for helping GawriShankarwa and now when they are joining the same company, Sespi, the adrenaline rush in RunBijay and Virus rush in GawriShankarwa is difficult to control…..

As always, GawriShankarwa gets up and joins Runbijay in an attempt to move to office without the morning ebullitions but then Runbijay has been a very so-so sophisticated dude, so Runbijay objects – “arre ae Gawrishankarwa, atleast brush to kr le, nhee to….”……suddenly Gawrishankarwa interrupts…..”nhee to……..nhee to ka hoi BabuSaheb”………

Runbijay: nhee to nikaal diye jaoge cubical se, auur ka hoi be tohre yaad mai, koi cleanliness day manaya jayega kaa, 2-4 employee aake jabardasti nehlaa denge tumhe and gaa lenge – thande thande paani se nhaana chahiye, auur ka hoga be

Dear readers to take a note of the fact that GawriShankar and Runbijay hail from a premier MBA institute and they have learnt so many useful things in their B-school - -- - getting ready or non-ready in 2 mins, managing attendance, living with boys and boys and boys and top of all……our own cute GLOBE!

But then Runbijay has been always such a fighter guy. He tries his last attempt to shed off the various worms and micro-organisms from GawriShankar….

RunBijay : ‘Bhaiya, Maaf kro aap hmko, aap jaisan MBA waalo ki jrurat nhee hai company ko, hum aapke paon padte hai….’

(And RunBijay gets down to touch feet of GawriShankar and then)

Gawrishankar – ‘arre bhaiya, kaahe microbes chadha rhe hai apne upr hme chhoo kr’….

Runbijay: ‘oohaan office mai 4P kr dega tumhre pe, ka jwaab denge hum Line manager ko”

GawriShanakar: (with a question mark on his face) ‘4P….?????’

Runbijay attempts to thrash GawriShankar

Runbijay: ‘Abe 4P samajhte ho…….Product hota hai, place hota hai…..jo sab krna hai hmko’

Gawrishankar: ‘Bhaiya, aapko 4P krna hai naa, aap pakka krenge acchi company mai’

And then RunBijay leaves the last hope and both move together to catch their bus.

But Gawrishankar makes the mandatory stop at Gupta ji’s confectionary shop for a sutta….

GuptaJi: ‘Arre Gawri, kabhee paisa bhee de do’

GawriShankar: ‘Gupta Ji, hm bole the naa udhaar mat do hume, hum udhaar badhaane mai late na lagayenge’and Gawri Shankar leaves, exhaling out smoke on face of Gupta ji…..

Noteworthy is the fact that owing to certain non avoidable factors, Gawrishankar has not been able to change his college Inxed T-shirt since he left the college. So, identifying him as a Premier B-school student, a passerby student in rags approaches him.

Student: Pranam Sir, Sir hum CAT mai 0.02 percentile se fail ho gye sir. Agar hum pass nhee ho sakenge sir, to humri shaadi nhee hogi Sir.

RunBijay: Abe CAT dene ke liye tumko khaa kaun tha be?

Gawrishankar: Arre kaahe nhee padhe be, CAT kisi ke baap ki hai?

And then the student bows to touch feet of GawriShankar but then the tragedy happened…….Due to excessive close contact with GawriShankar, the student dies out of some poisonous gas emitted from the immediate surroundings.

And then Runbijay stands astounded……but then Gawrishankar shakes him to let him gain back consciousness

Walking towards bus, they see other guy in suit in his own Swift passing by. (they assume him to be from NMIMS)

RunBijay: Dekh lo beta ee bambaiya bakaytee hai , yhn pe logo ke paas whee MBA degree hai……..pr ye gaadi turant khreed lete hai, yhn saala jitna bhee Globe maaro, itne upr khn pahunch payenge

Gawrishankar: Abe inka college farak hai, whn sab modern hai, whn ke jo launde hai naa…..wo roj CCD, Barista jaate hai

RunBijay: Whee chle kya Gawrishankar

Gawrishankar: Abe Runbijay, kuch knowledge bachhi hai ya sab degree bech ke coke pee gye ……abe wo chhote analysis krte hai, hum operational efficiency late hai

Enough of these talks! And they run to catch the first bus on the bus stop.

GawriShankar boards the bus earlier than Runbijay on the account of physical constraints of RunBijay. And Gawrishankar sees a vacant seat besides a girl. Though there were many other MALE seats, but then Gawri has never paid heed to such social limitations.

He takes the decided seat beside the lady. Owing to the fact that the smelling instinct of the lady is working all well, she revolts to release herself from this torture. But before she can budge the tummy of Gawrishankar, she faints. Gawri tries to help but then conductor suddenly comes and asks him for the ticket, to which Gawri replies:

Gawri: Tum mere seat ke paas aaye kaise be? Kaun bheja be

Conductor: Maaf krna bhai, dekha nhee, hum kabhee aisee neech harkat kar sakte hai kya? Aap hi btaiye

Gawri: Pta hai Lucknow nhee hai, lekin hum bhee MBA hai, maare seeti….

Conductor interrupting him….

Conductor: Bhaiya muh se?

Gawri: auur nhee to kaa be? Maare seeti abhee, 10,000 MBA ikathha ho jaaye….

And the conductor leaves quietly

By this time, with the lady gets out of her unconsciousness and in a state of desperation asks for rescue to which our dear GawriShankar remains dumbfounded. But, thank God, through the Bus window, he spots a Sulabh ********** and catches the feet of the same conductor to stop the bus for some time so that he can take a bath and impress the lady. He alights the bus and moves for this purification ceremony – A shower…….Smart as ever, RunBijay gets hold of the lady and before she can speak anything, he impresses her with his knowledge of Corporate Social Responsibility, Organizational efficiency, effective marketing strategy and other such facets of GLOBE…..

The next part of the story available on demand ONLY.

One of my GLOBE

This is something that i scribbled during my preparation for GD/PI.
This is jus a part of the story.
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BIO-GRAPHICAL SKETCH




The few ounces of elixir of life that I have drunk till now advocate loudly that life is a beautiful garden full of opportunities, some as buds, some as flowers and the rest withered down.
Born in a small well-knit family, I boast of having my greatest asset as my parents who have endowed me with everything, and I remain indebted to them for this act.
I am a person who truly believes in himself and banks highly on his will power. These qualities have been a lighthouse in overcoming many of the hurdles, one of the most important being to quit chain smoking. But at times my anger has been a deterrent for me.
So, it has been a challenge for me to keep it under covers.
The most significant achievement for me has been to cover the distance from a place where hardly few guys pass matriculation to the present situation of mine. But I have still miles to go before I sleep. For the initial few years of my career I wish to be in a position where I have the opportunities and resources to use my analytical skills in finding unexplored ways of doing things, keeping in mind the objective of increasing the quantity of output and improving upon quality of same.
Few years further down the line, I wish to be a person who not only ensures his independence in innovating things but also is at the helm of a group, thereby giving the group the privilege of self policing the activities environmentally and ethically with maximum output.
For achieving this goal, I need to be in a commanding position, wherein I can regulate the affairs of my group with concrete objectives in my stride.



Hope this was not too much.

Royal Induction at IIML

WELCOME HOAX
The same sun shining over the same Bodhi Grih, the same outlet of Guptaji thronged by WILLing junta, the same guys (pgp22) running for their classes……….But it’s not all the same. It’s 21st June, when the lords, PGP22 set the ground for the rigorous 3-day workshop for their royal induction.
Target Junta:-Fachhas from PGP23 with their wide Angelina Jolie smile, due to their presence in revered IIM Lucknow. All of them are ready to lay their lives and even death at the hands of mighty lords of Hel(L), PGP22. Moreover, fachhas do not have a choice.
Scene 1:- Seven men in black claiming to be the council members in Room 203 with dry and stern faces as if they have just received a 0 in a quiz. A few minutes of sermons follow some of which are as useless as beetles in campus and an ambience of awe is established in fresh minds of fachhas.
Everyone is ordered to assemble at Nescafe outlet for the run for their life- the health run.
Scene 2:- Awesome!!! Enthusiasts clad in brand new socks, shoes and fluorescent sorts assemble for the run as if they have come for some BSF training in IIM. Health run starts and we have a number of plump pot bellies jumping up and down sinosuidally; awakening the thick layer of fat that has accumulated for past few years and was in dormant state for long. All fachhas making silent pledges while running that they will run similarly for coming next two years so that they can give Tom Cruise a run for his crown, once they pass out.
Something else is in store for them. Tonight a test on some management fundas is going to be conducted by the divine knights, the seniors. If they do not perform in this teat, then either they will be thrown out of the institute or the summers are ruined for them. The saga is not over. Defaulters are asked to appear before the DISCO to make a rightful appeal for their lives.
Scene 3 :- 2300 hrs. Rooms are packed with the first years who dream of scoring the maximum marks, in spite of pinches of pain in different parts of the body due to the health run. Question paper capable of shocking even a well established management guru is distributed amongst the meek fachhas and a volley of instructions follow to hit them hard everywhere possible.
Few of first years are disgruntled, few shocked, some of them just looking around in bewilderment as if caught by police for pick-pocketing, and the rest of junta is doing the job which is intended to be done by seniors – scribbling all sort of global dirt (which is equally dangerous for economy and environment) and their thirst for extra sheets increasing with each extra sheet, they just wasted by virtue of their horrifying imaginative process.
Next come the round for testing the literary skills of guys who thumped their chests after cracking the VA section of CAT. So, fachhas seem to be ready to belittle Shakespeare and Wordsworth by penning down their thoughts in the write up to be submitted tomorrow morning. The saga is not over. Defaulters are asked to appear before the DISCO to make a rightful appeal for their lives.
Scene 4:- Next evening and fachhas seem to be in groove of life at IIML now.
Case Studies round!!!
Whoa!!! This is something which would really add oodles of value to the fachhas as managers( as they construe it to be) and they eagerly look forward to the gyaan rendered by their beloved seniors.
Had the traders of BSE witnessed the case discussion, they would have been ashamed of their vocal skills. Fachhas would have ruined their self-confidence ruthlessly. This is followed by another round of gyaan about case studies which will be instrumental in the life of fachhas.
Now the tough has started going for the fachhas, because the going has been really tough.
Next event is the avenue to showcase the GD skills and everyone is ordered to change in formals and when the seniors say formals, THEY MEAN IT (I just loved to hear these words from seniors time and again). The hypnotism of seniors was so captivating that few guys were even dressed up in business suit. Kudos to the organizers for this achievement !!! we have another round of gyaan and junta disperse for catching some sleep in wee hours of morning.
Scene 5:- Last evening of trials and tribulations
Fachhas have a presentation on topics which were as silly as it can be.
The distinguished panel of seniors are ready (some with their swords, some with deadly chemical weapons, while other silent killers with shaving blade) to slay the underprivileged juniors to nano-pieces.

After three days of rigour of bearing the ambience of hel(L), all first years assemble in a room where results are declared for the past processes.
Look at the seniors!!! They are blushing so silently as if they have taken a formal training in same by Sharmila Tagore or Vidya Balan. The stern faces no more exist and it is discovered to the surprise of many first years that seniors in council can also smile.
Time for the juniors to do some serious business- BUMPS to seniors.
The seniors with large degree of carnivorous stints got hit the most. Smiles and cheers of accomplishment galore on faces of fachhas and everyone is welcome at the insti party where the proceedings is a history too good and voluminous to be penned down here.

Bon Voyage

BON VOYAGE




Where had we begun
Where have we come
To forget the failures
But learn from some

Left behind monkeys and apes
But have we overcome,
or still moving in different shapes
Tails still lagging on some.

Where had we begun
where have we come

The air, the water, the sand
Rains used to go and come
Must have seen seas of land
Had we retained some

Where had we begun
where have we come

Lost all smiles behind miles
Tears difficult to overcome
Pogroms packed in files
Rs.5000,10000.....50000 for some

Where had we begun
where have we come

Dreadening sounds of explosives
To tear us apart they come
Missiles,smoke and cheers of tears
No more tears in eyes of some

Where had we begun
where have we come

But where to go,where to come
Eyes blank, Tongues blank
For tears, snatching eyes of some
Have we gone so low in rank

Better had we not begun
Must not have come
No eyes.....No tears.....None
No flesh to eat flesh of some

Where had we begun
where have we come

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