TRIPPING ON THOUGHTS

I have been wondering about the life I am going through. Infact, I wonder a lot on it. Not that I don’t know about “doing more than dreaming” and all those “tips to being successful” that are commonly talked of, for people like me, but I seriously am unable to stop myself from wondering. It seems to me as if I was born to wonder. And wonder about nothing but myself and the things around me. The whole thing then upsets me. Sometimes on my own state and sometimes on the things around. Nothing is doing good, it seems, to anything, and that depresses me, to wonder again, that I am also the same. Doing nothing good. They say each one of us carry a quality, a strength in themselves. I have started disbelieving this lately. Infact, I have been thinking that only a handful have something differently qualitative. Rest others, and that includes me too, have more things in common than different. Everyone is the same, influenced by the same environment over the years, speaking the same language, l

Lately, my conscious mind realised that certain things tend to arouse instant curiosity when heard for the first time. Generally, this would depend from person to person and something for which I might instantly get curious, someone else may not. This is, somehow, I think is a measure of success for that particular thing. I would definitely count its success by the time it takes to arouse the curiosity in a person. The more a person gets curious, the more it has succeeded in marking its impression on the mind and thus have very successfully justified, or better, enlighten its own existence. Once such thing that successfully marked its magic on me very freshly was the word ‘Mensa’ . The moment I heard the word, I knew that I want to know more about it. It was the courtesy of my friend with whom I engage myself in long chats over normally immaterial things for others. Not because we are from the intellectual clan but because we want to be. Going back, however, to Mensa. I could instantl

Very recently I came to know about a pretty old style travel gaining popularity these days. Not that travel for Medical Purposes have been unknown, but the brand-sensitivity of today’s world has endorsed it with “Medical Tourism”. Fun, frolic, adventure, exploration, hills, lakes, forests, landscapes, valleys are the normal reflex ideas as the term “Tourism” touches your tympanum. But a Patient being classified as a Tourist is something that leaves an immediate pitiful smile on my face. Probably this is something of a black comedy that the world is ready to sensibly adopt for a classification in their economic books and affix further data to commerce. My ethical sense strongly condemns. A patient who might just be holding that imperceptibly weak thread of life has to choose from a list of ‘Medical Packages’ that he is mentally doubtful of (at least while he is a patient) and give tour operators the benefit of the situation he is in. Or possibly the family might choose on behal

Thou at the stars dost gaze, who art my star--O would that I were Heaven, to gaze on thee, ever with thousands of eyes." Just a feeling...... Such, that you try penning down a bit and the dictionary seems not enough. Rendered unable, feel paralysed, too small to write but cannot come out of the beautiful feeling - enjoying, relishing, thinking & admiring more as you go down deeper into it when ultimately you find yourself engulfed in the sphere of love. The more you dig the more you find there is, to explore. And yet, while you hate to get disturbed in the most loving exercise, you have no idea what and how it was all about. Thousands and millions of Poets, writers, psychologists, philosophers, thinkers, sages, clergy and even the holy books have written, tried, explored or perceived about love. Thousand brains, thousand views. The journey through time had added more to the definition of love, making it simple to understand. Or appending to the intricacies? “an intense feeling

Recently I had the chance to go through Patrick Barnard's article "Finding out the Hard Way" on Hawaiian Airlines facing a tough time after opening up their Call Center in Philippines. ( http://blog.tmcnet.com/makingcontact/finding-out-the-hard-way.asp ) The problem arises, as he rightly pointed out, when the outsourcers don't spend enough time training their agents. I have been an agent for Travelport's Cheaptickets call center operations based in India and found it out myself when I was trained. Not more than 3 out of the total batch of 20 were well abreast with the process when they hit the floor (higher attrition might be one of the cause but then they do nothing to retain people!!). And this was known to the trainers and the managers but because the management cannot wait to prove their effectiveness to their clients, they deliberately push them to work even before they are ready. Further, no requests are entertained for a re-training as that would mean '