Sexuality: A nexus of passion or a nemesis, bestiality?

The media keeps you updated with it regularly. With it, we have other sources, trials, attempts and even in colloquial that makes you stand in the realm of this discomforting confusion.

The definition of this term is, therefore, cocooned and lost somewhere in the woods, yes, from the same woods where apes were evolved into human beings!

This guy has got a habit of extravagantly showing the contraceptive sheaths remaining with him after he having been with his girl friend and asking friends to tell him if they needs one of those!
He was poked by somebody that this matter is extremely personal and as all of them have some familiarity with his girl friend, every words and action by him seems too bashful and obnoxious! To which, the guy replied as if a wizard "As Indians do not talk openly about sexuality, this is why we face so much problem!"

No, this guy is not psychologically challenged, both his girl friend and he is working in reputed organizations in good capacity. The problem is with the understanding of the term.

Male sexuality was said to have understood in India as "an extrovert exhibition of sexual desires and an exorbitantly adamant attitude to bring malice into it anyway." But, as more female counterparts of the human society has started coming up with artistic shows of female sexual appeal, other females never involved in such profession have also started taking it as their religion.

For most of today's young men and may be for a few overlapping generations, sexuality would tend to mean a broken down lawn way in respect to rectitude, principle, virtue or decency.

Gradually, society has started accepting the kinds that were labelled as "profane" even a decade ago. There are at least 4/5th of the planet's population who would say "what's wrong in it?"

Obviously, if somebody can boast the power of appearance by resembling an ideal of the particular sex species which most wants to adopt, what's the harm?

If somebody wants to be futile in respect that sex is seen as only to reproduce and wants add-ons with his partner's consent, nobody else's business can it ever be!

But, what if one's fantasy of being a perfect ideal by involving the treasure troves of sexual life gets stirred into practical implementations, and that's too when the ideal of the opposite sex is not in consent?
More so, none of the set of ideal from the opposite sex is ready for a consensual application by the other?

(..to be continued)

B School woes: Exposure, Experiments and Placement

INMANTEC




Dr. Vinod Dumblekar

(original post: http://www.facebook.com/groups/36958474701/doc/10150424282644702/)

Hi all!

I thought to write this in my blog but found this place to be the best to share my views. A little description about myself goes like this: I came to INMANTEC from Kolkata, India after completing Graduation in Commerce and serving Abcon, a tax consultant firm based in Central Calcutta for more than a year. I studied business management here and used to stay in the campus hostel Room 203. This room along with CRD (the placement department) and the IRC (library) used to be my favorite places in the campus. After spending a few months working with HDFC Bank's relationship manager, I joined the college looking after Admission, Placement and a little bit of Training as well.

It won't sound good if I talk about studies and exposure and the piece may appear too monotonous for the present students to read! I would, therefore, narrate it as if I am quoting a specific timeline from my life, thanks to the latest idea by FB!

Four things and certainly four most indispensable gifts I always cherish to get back once again in my life (if it comes to INMANTEC) will be:

→My seniors - They were a pack of talented and well-read people with a clannish capability of inspiring people and coming out as leaders. They have left a priceless imprint on my life. And yes, the possessiveness that I still show, quite adamantly, for the college was something that I learned from them. They gave their best efforts as they shared the onus of flourishing different clubs and committee and instigated all of us to contribute in our own ways.

→My batch mates - I was blessed to have got a huge friend base who were not only my companions, they were my greatest critic, each of us were fans of each other and there was a strange respect that I found prevailing among us. And there were hustles, extra-classes and pressure-cooker atmosphere but we did survive as we did it together. There were negative stuffs as well, but we showed the maturity to tackle them efficiently.

→CRD - From the second week in college as a student, I was in close association with the department and enjoyed discussions, planning and implementation of certain things till when I left (a couple of months back after serving the college, I'll write about it at the end).

→Dr. Vinod Dumblekar - I could recall one of my English professors back in Kolkata, Mr. Mihir Bose who once told me that a 70 percentile in English in CAT is just a conceptual clarity. After it, comes one's power of application, speed and accuracy and well-thought planning. I never understood what that was till I started attending Dumblekar Sir's lectures. There was a certain woe before going for his classes as our seniors warned us, "He wants everything to be too perfect." I can write a book on his classes as I never missed to note down a single word spoken by him. But for now, there are a few things I often practice and suggest others to do as well. He always talked about improving smaller areas of work, to do repetition in order to check whether it is reaching a desired level of perfection, to read a certain text and summarize it to check whether the important message is falling in place or if the writing is going astray, to play with numbers, to practice and recall figures (numbers) as they brings out the most accurate picture in front. He taught us how to build skills → competency → competitive advantage by helping us analyze different corporate miniatures, business news and cases. Yet, he warned us to stay away from stereotype and once mentioned to "attack case study method" of teaching.

Words would fall short if I start writing about all this, but in a nutshell, he showed us that no one is perfect as we give up before reaching the target, and being perfect is indeed, not a cakewalk!

The twist of my tale starts right from here. Somebody can back fire "is this all for which you spent so much? ("not only bucks, boss it's also about time and commitment!!!).

Although I was never caught for less number of classes attended et al, still if I wouldn't have attended classes, isn't this enough one can get from a business school? Certainly, attending classes and respecting lecturers is the most important idiom of decorum. But, what's the use in being clones as you are taught leadership, power-thinking, group cohesiveness and team building, calculations and Microsoft excel in lectures? One should actuate all these stuffs by experimenting in real life.

I remember Subhrajit Sir (Das), our senior telling me "ki re parbi toh" (would you be able to do it?) before the final round of debate competition between INMANTEC and Dainik Jagran on Disaster Management and I replied, "don't you worry, I spent at least 5 years imitating how Harsha Bhogle, Prannoy Roy and Rajdeep Sardesai (Arnab in Times Now is also doing excellent these days) speaks and addresses issues on television and by now, its my forte".. and that was the beginning of another uncompromising score!

I had longed to be in media and communication since the time I started coming up as an elocution and essay-competition winner in school. But what would be the steps? The first step, was of course, taken from my side. Unrelenting practice of cricket commentaries, imitating and photocopying, till I started adding colors to my way of speaking and writing! And, by getting the best mentoring from several others (back in my hometown) and Dumblekar Sir, I am still trying to squeeze and bring out the best of innovation.

My first job in Delhi was a tough experience, yet, it couldn't stop me (and several others like me as success cannot be defined in a day, it comes gradually) from continuing my practice-in-recluse till once when I came across a strange mail in the LoNo account of HDFC where it provided wrong information about the composition of national anthem. The only author I read profoundly (and meticulously) was Tagore and it took 7-8 minutes of time amidst the busiest scheduling to mark a fitting reply to the mail. A lot of appreciation followed in, even from the deadliest supervisors we had in the office and soon, I secured my position of respect earned back in no time!

When I worked with CRD, I noticed several students with fumbled English and poor standards of writing. Although, I was never directly involved in training, I was eager to help them. I got back to Dumblekar Sir and he instantly replied back "more face book, more youtube and more reading newspapers" and yes, I was also assuming something like this. I told some of the students to do a lot of mirror work on their way of talking and grooming, by imagining them as cricketers with awe-inspiring innings played and to talk about it just as we watch cricketers doing it. Unless self learned, its never learned!

For all the students who are currently studying in INMANTEC, three advices you can buy from me:

→Take the first boldest step and believe me or not, you got to take it! Walk in with your own confidence and success would keep opening avenues for you

→ Business schools generally provide support to your thirst of growth and prosperity. It did the same with all alumni doing great businesses now. It never created great marketers and sales coordinators, finance gurus and sophisticated HRs, it has only helped them to reach where they always wanted to go

→ Be the alter ego to your lecturers and placement team; without your noodles shared, they won't be able to come up with their soups! Be in constant touch with placement team from the first day and come up with new ideas (Like, I had several points of difference with Anurag Sir when he was in placement, but he always loved me as he knew my proposals does hold a value and Awanish, my batch mate, who used to disappoint Dumblekar Sir with lots of questions, but probably Sir ended up taking good care of him in class!)

I feel I have a strong attachment to CRD to the extent of unexplainable fondness. During interactions with 09-11 PGDM at the time of their placements, I got too close to them especially with the lot aspiring for FMCG, Pharma and Financial Analysts. They were my juniors and a batch proportionately balancing frolic and serious notes of affairs. Most of them, to my stupefying comfort, were prepared psychologically either to embrace the challenge or to bowl it over. I know many of them gradually climbing the ladders of success.

One might be able to understand the person on the other side of the table. I don’t know how much as a team we did for them and how warm it seemed to them, but it was quite easy for us. This happened only because they used to come up with proposals, suggestions, pitch and tender. I sensed their voices in various aspects of placements and tried to make things happen likewise.

Due to a clear road with no blockades from either side, we criticized each other and I can say with a bold conviction, whatever success was summoned, it happened because students worked like a team. I was also at the gaining end as our ED Sir had provided me with every liberty to listen to them and plan accordingly. As they were eager to understand and empathize, things became even easier! I deny being awkward about anything I was called for and I couldn’t provide, as Rome cannot be built in a day, but the quantum of success was only due to my heart-out interactions with their batch.

There could be more of such profitable encounters, but one has to come up addressing both of his strong points and weaker aspects!

The end boils down to advertisement of cooking oils. They say “zero cholesterol” and “zero obesity” when cholesterol and adiposity is inside our body. And not only oil, it is a well-planned diet that can outcast diseases. Plan well and it will pay off well, have confidence and faith in you: hum mein hain hero!

much ado about simmering!

Occasionally as I gadded through the foyer of INMANTEC, the wall hanging put against the wall often stole my sight. It reads: Learn Unlearn and Relearn. Throughout a formative year spent in here, I often wondered for the meaning whenever these lines appeared in my thoughts.

6 weeks summer training from BERGER PAINTS (India) Pvt. Ltd. has taught me the intricacies of the job of a salesperson and the exertions as well. On the first day, the project guide confirmed “to do something valuable out of which the company can reap benefits which somehow could be even better for me in future”, and that too, in an uncompromising tone.

At the beginning, I thought that to present myself as a ‘would be’ industry fit honcho will be profoundly august and I can diplomatically manage my job. On my first day in market, draped in one of my favorite Oxemberg collections and with basking confidence, I stormed into the stores guilelessly asking the concerned persons to fill up the questionnaire. The result was disastrous. Some got baffled and some rebuffed the offer. The questionnaire came back half filled along with a dozen of negative feedback! A few smarter people asked in mockery, “So, why this kind of a job being an MBA?”

Some shops were like duck in cricket. I saved myself from verbal abuses as it is tough to reply, especially in the couture that I am a proud MBA student. After a week, I found hardly 6 to 7 questionnaire that showed little or no interest of business relationship from the company. Many others are keen on the competitor’s products. I realized I am going terribly wrong somewhere.

With an apprehensive heart, I gathered some courage to seek an appointment with the territory manager. He was a cheerful person with a candid attitude. I told him about the problems which will hinder to create a niche for the company especially when contenders are such a rage. “Good marketers are the guys who sell bad products too”, he stopped me, “go and taste the world before you choose your supper.”

That’s so raven? Not exactly I would say. I missed the learning that a business with no proper sale is a business with nothing much in it. It is not that my work finishes with filling up a few mundane questionnaires but it actually kicks off when a problem starts arising.

The next few days were spent in ransacking the stores asking about how satisfied the guys with their businesses are, in order to identify the major problems leading to negative feedback. Formals gave place to T-shirts and MBA boosts were sent in exile. Like ‘aam admi’ and acceptable as a part of industries especially targeted by Berger like Cement, Marbles, Hardware, Sanitary where I have to work, I went on taking informal interviews asking about whether they are interested in paints, how are their current businesses running, shared tea with them and with a heart’s content, found exactly what the company was looking for in my project. For large businesses, I had to use informal network like taking information from nearby tea shop or by asking workers in the shop. A good coalescing with them helped me to frame out dealership network including identification of vulnerable areas for the company, potential customers with their competitive advantages, problem areas and possible solutions. Not the least, I managed to split the hairs apart to fetch 11 prospective shops readily interested to take the dealership with 9 others keen to know about the offer in details.

After I submitted my project to the company, to my surprise, they called me up once again to mail them all the data that I have collected along with my own suggestions where should the company proceed for further improvement!

Learn, Unlearn and Relearn again appeared the night I left for INMANTEC to complete final year. I winked to my inner self, not for I did something that received laurels from my project evaluators, but for something I read, forgot and recapitulated live and with high spirits. The exact meaning for the pithy statement - Learn, Unlearn and Relearn is still out of my vision. Only a blurred image is seen which speaks of a fitting attitude for setting a consistently jubilant outlook indispensable for work.

Classrooms aid in enhancing conceptual clarity and when it comes to industry, the learning ripens with an altogether discernible façade. For the readers who have come so far: using PR skills tactfully was probably the subject matter of what has been taught to us in Organizational Behavior in the initial days!

an evening!

the reddish hue of the distant sky is getting blatant

the summer day has shed its heat to lean to a breezy eve

from his scintillating car - newly bought from some exclusive dealer

i walk past the door, a walk which was obvious, and not much agrieved!

with both of my hands hold on both sides

i take this walk, with my son and his wife!

a flashback was taking me thirty years back

a canvass - much adored still appears in my eyes

but that was a morning during some indian spring

the first day of my son into school - his days sun was on rise!

my little son came down from my car grabbing my finger on a side

on the other, was his mommy - my wife, who always felt her son to be her pride!

that day and today is not much different;

only then that he walked his way to built his victorious Rome

and today, in my front, there lies a grand old age home!

COMPREHENDING THE UNHINGED

Interactive seminars are a great buzz among prospective students in the recent days. Thinking of a great interchanging ambience of such seminars, South City Day College took a plaudible step forward.

The objective was purportedly drawn to acquaint young sojourns of Commerce with the agile attitudes of business and tough competitions in job programmes by initiating an integrated discussion session in the college campus entitled CAREER VISION 2005.

College students viewed a stancing visit of some erudite from the worlds of business, banking and management. When the innocuative minds of commerce ransacked jobs with fair perks, the stalwarts were there who punched the idea of self-employment in them - a rejuvenation in itself. The seminar provided students with points kaleidoscope regarding new ventures, discussed excelled paraphernalia of management studies and continued to coax with the strong base power enticed within a student's attitudinal and aptitude-building protagonist. It embarked upon preaching students the mellow of being a 'job provider' instead of being a 'job seeker'!

Seminars of such kind are expected as they frown a student's necessity , culminating the ubiquitous power hidden within the regiment of the Indian students.

"THERE IS NO DEARTH OF TALENT WITHIN THE INDIAN MINDS, WHAT'S LACKING IS THE COURAGE TO STEP FORWARD AND THE PRACTICAL EXPERIENCES TO GUIDE SUCH STEPS" - Bill Gates, on his last visit to India.

THE HERO WITH DREAM KALEIDOSCOPE: Remembering Ghatak

The Ministry of Culture, WB Govt. organised the RITWIK GHATAK SMARAN SANDHYA at Rabindra Sadan last week to commemorate the great social thinker, a self destructive hero who spent most of his lifetime in portraying the middle class struggles to cope up with the inevitable jeopardies and prejudices of life.

CM, West Bengal paid homage to the legend with few words and were followed by the sedates of the singers. A discussion was initiated following Ghatak's life and creations. His confrontation with the injuries of life and self healings found words in Salil Chowdhury's composition AMI JHARER KACHHEY REKHEY GELAM AAMAR THIKANA (I have left the words of remembrance into the might of the gale). The discussion session also fringed out the camaraderie and philanthropy hued out by Ghatak in his debut, MEGHE DHAKA TARAA (The Cloud-capped star), where the myriad minded person framed the way out from the complexities that make us feel bogged down, by the mellifluous song of Tagore, AAKASH BHARA SURYA TARAA (the sky laden with millions of stars), wonderfully sung by Debabrata Biswas.

Though the introductory speeches promised to comprehend the multidisciplinarian activities of the rebel creator, it remained confined to the elegiacs and failures but didn't include the introspective ideas and the reciprocations of the legend in his translations of Gorky's brilliant works as a proletariat.

Another aspect was really anguishing! It was the minimum presence of the crowd and disinterest within those who were already present. The rendering was noisily disturbed by frequent mobile rings and sounds of plastic bags. In this age of automation and upgradations, the image of legends like Ghatak who declared war against the man made poverty and the economic debilities, seems to get blurred - no one wants to remember the forerunner who spent his life delving into the realities of life and striving for the way out to tranquility !!

"Face to face seemed I to a wall of stone, While at my back there beat a boundless sea"..

William Morris talked about this; I only feel the same way where I succeed to look at my past as if, miraculously, a much-cherished dream..

ROOM NO. 203

a room space quite a big with three beds at the corner,

sunlight garnishing the balcony as bright as ever,

the highway at a stone-throw vicinity busy with floods of car

and three creatures inside the room, timely crawling in every hour!

this was indeed the beginning, so lush fully ever grin,

INMANTEC Campus Hostel, Room number? "doso teen!"

a lost city of pride and prejudice still irks old pain

Kolkata, the maiden, so badly forbidden

the dreams have changed color to this one place,

tethered slogans and never-heard songs weaving an unfelt lace,

at times the old wines come with ever-youthful grace!

yet songs and words still keeps speaking of some marooned dreams

"bangalio ki room", they rebukes, "doso teen!"

some free time means surfing bangla news away from a few clicks

darling Kolkata soaked in an overflowing crowd of Puja or old politics;

or sometimes listening to some old rusty songs

that reminds again of kolkata throngs,

that speaks of our own time, those much cherished scenes -

alone they are, saiful, ansary, arin, tuhin trapped in "doso teen"!

yet there are many others, who are much closer to heart

be it distanced in other rooms, but not much apart

a warm welcome to everyone for any assistance

assignments and smokes and wines and sharing pain!

still what hurts among all this intimate feeling?

"woh log bekar hai, bangali, udhar rehte hai, doso teen!"

the beginning was full of strain

sleepless nights and nothing much to gain-

but with high hopes that future will be quite ripe,

after assignments and extra classes, we feel to survive,

fatigued, still an hour spent at night with eyes so steadily open,

how would be finale of this two year's game?

some fantastic days spent, with summer of 48

and winters so shivering!

a room to spend those unforgettable nights -

a room so close to the soul - "doso teen"!!!

visiting hometown is a sorry affair!

a week's leave granted is so rare!!

a life so subtly getting along with the trend,

where dreams and destiny are so ineptly blend

and life from rags to touch poorer flair -

a hapless breath questions the soul of each suffering

with a speechless heart, amidst a nightlong party outside

quivers a gloomy room - "doso teen"!

Amen! the last hour has finally arrived

Many of the known faces have already gone to far-off delight

Kolkata has slowly stopped encroaching into dreams

the sunshine of the balcony is now shadowed with the auditorium's beam;

the room blued with the sounds of goodbye, now looks so grim

a room that reminds of people so close and memories so bewitching!

a memory-drenched mind is getting too heavy, for a shared room of unleashed dreams,

a room so fondly called "doso teen"!

LUCKNOW

(with aspirations turned to ashes and the strong wind around blowing the heart with unprecedented yearning for something it hasn't ever came across)

a rain-drenched noon, the air so musically immune

going back to a past where lies the trove of tune

a past which speaks less and conveys more

of the lost tradition, some forgotten, a few of abhor!

the train slips quietly into the valley of music,

the evening is gorgeous and the rain guileless on go,

the breeze of a lost glory swaying in heart

while I was out on the roads of Lucknow!!

crossing some miles of the city's heap

with schools, and malls, and panicky row

the cab drove into Saadatganj,

not quite a place with those modern glow!

eyes were passing away with hope

through the shops and edifices that reminds of a time-

when the nawabs with their kakoris in their mehfils alight

sulkens down into the romance of rhyme!!

a city that nourished "ghalib" and "meer"

the place which was once the shayri's galore

is now much bigger with its globalized look

and the geets and ghazals are heard no more!

only they stands with a broken heart,

the palaces and the kotthas with some rusty blot,

the sarangi-players now replaced with reality show stars,

and the city standing alone as a historical spot!

yet the charm is there, only memories are at bay

yet her voice haunts me night and day

a peep into the city failed to show the ray

that leads an ever-thirsty soul to akhtaribai's way;

only that a gasp of breath reminisce

her voice so graceful and gay:

"deewana banana hai to deewana bana de"..