Just meant for each other | A head full of dreams {600th topic}
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@Alpha.Barood wrote:
@sharma_ji wrote:
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@Alpha.Barood wrote:my age was less and my understanding of things/ surrounding too was less
Guess
Total attire including jewellary Rs 190 crore
includes Saree of Rs 16 crore
I was in a moderate sized hall with 80-100 or may be little more people.
all seemed to be important, either in attire/ the way they were dressed or the way other people milled around them and gave them importance and that fearful respect.
It was a social cum city development related meet/ brain storming event.
Just then there was a lot of hustle-bustle and ‘tai aalya’ (Tai is here) calls with all heads turning in one direction.
and that is when for the first time i saw her in person
there was NOTHING imposing about her on the face of it. medium to small frame, rather unkept hair, but a pleasant smile and a gentle nod to all those who greeted her.
Well, to be frank.. at my age I thought she was so nondescript and unassuming that she could easily be confused for a domestic help or any normal person: BUT for her brisk walk, a small folder of documents and the spectacles.
"…My father gave in as he was happy Murthy had a decent job, now. We were married in Murthy’s house in Bangalore on February 10, 1978, with only our two families present. I got my first silk sari. The wedding expenses came to only Rs 800, with Murthy and I pooling in Rs 400 each. I went to the US with Murthy after marriage. He encouraged me to see America on my own, because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months with a backpack.…"
Source: Knowledge-Article-Inside-Story-Of-Sudha-Narayana-Murthy.pdf
usually they dress really modest and yet have such greater impact on others
[and are bigger change makers in the society than others]
@sharma_ji wrote:@Alpha.Barood wrote:
Lesson in Humility
Incident narrated by Nathan S V, Human Resources Leader at Deloitte
I was a freshly minted graduate of a leading B School and wore its stripes proudly on my shoulders. I was to join a British Multinational in one of their plants in Gomia, Bihar as a Management Trainee. They chose only the best. And I was full of it, all puffed up.
The night train from Calcutta would reach Gomia in the morning. I had a letter that said that there would be a car to pick me up from the station and take me to the guest house.
The coal fired engine creaked up to the station and I alighted with my canvas hold-all, yes we had such things in those days. There was not a soul in sight to receive me. I felt let down. I heaved the luggage on my shoulder and came to the exit.
There I saw a nice car. The driver in a khaki shorts and a white coloured tee shirt was walking towards the car. Aah, my driver, there he was!
I went up to him and brusquely asked him to open the trunk and keep my luggage. He asked me in Hindi, who I was and I introduced myself. All this in a condescending way, and asked him to take me to the Guest House. He said he would be happy to drop me.
The driver heaved the luggage in, opened the rear door and had me seated. He asked me if I was comfortable. This was getting better.
Throughout the ride he asked me questions about my family etc. in a kind sort of way. I responded in monosyllables, irritated with a driver, who spoke too much.
Near the guest house, he alighted and a couple of the staff ran up to the car and saluted me. I thought I saw some exchange with the driver and they respectfully carried my luggage.
I waved out to the driver, who wished me the best in my new job. The next day was a big day. I was to meet the big daddy of the place- the Chief Executive – Dr.S.K.Varma. And I was nervous.
I went in early to the factory. His secretary ushered me into a corridor that led up to the room. I knocked on the door and walked into the large office. The big man in his overalls, had his back to me and as he turned I recognized the man he was the driver in factory clothes.
I burst out – ‘Hey what are you doing in this office?’
He gave me a broad smile and in chaste English said he was Shiven Varma, and asked me to take a seat. I choked and could have died in that instant. My feet were all jelly and I apologized profusely for my behaviour and was at a loss for words.
He said that he had come to the station to see off a friend. And he had seen me and wanted to be of assistance. And played along for he knew I had mistaken him to be a driver.
He offered me tea and had a long conversation. Said that outside of work one should not wear their education, only use them. And never referred to the incident. Almost as if it did not happen.
As I walked away, I learnt the greatest lesson in humility. So, the guest house staff were actually saluting him, not me!!. My ego came crashing down. Shoulders hunched, weighing heavily with lessons learnt, I exited his office.
Humility is playing a role, any role, sans ego, whatever the role may be. Even if this were that of a driver. Dr. Varma never referred to this incidence ever, not even in any informal chat. He was unknowingly driving home a lesson in humility…!!
@Alpha.Barood wrote:
Lesson in HumilityIncident narrated by Nathan S V, Human Resources Leader at Deloitte
I was a freshly minted graduate of a leading B School and wore its stripes proudly on my shoulders. I was to join a British Multinational in one of their plants in Gomia, Bihar as a Management Trainee. They chose only the best. And I was full of it, all puffed up.
The night train from Calcutta would reach Gomia in the morning. I had a letter that said that there would be a car to pick me up from the station and take me to the guest house.
The coal fired engine creaked up to the station and I alighted with my canvas hold-all, yes we had such things in those days. There was not a soul in sight to receive me. I felt let down. I heaved the luggage on my shoulder and came to the exit.
There I saw a nice car. The driver in a khaki shorts and a white coloured tee shirt was walking towards the car. Aah, my driver, there he was!
I went up to him and brusquely asked him to open the trunk and keep my luggage. He asked me in Hindi, who I was and I introduced myself. All this in a condescending way, and asked him to take me to the Guest House. He said he would be happy to drop me.The driver heaved the luggage in, opened the rear door and had me seated. He asked me if I was comfortable. This was getting better.
Throughout the ride he asked me questions about my family etc. in a kind sort of way. I responded in monosyllables, irritated with a driver, who spoke too much.
Near the guest house, he alighted and a couple of the staff ran up to the car and saluted me. I thought I saw some exchange with the driver and they respectfully carried my luggage.
I waved out to the driver, who wished me the best in my new job. The next day was a big day. I was to meet the big daddy of the place- the Chief Executive – Dr.S.K.Varma. And I was nervous.
I went in early to the factory. His secretary ushered me into a corridor that led up to the room. I knocked on the door and walked into the large office. The big man in his overalls, had his back to me and as he turned I recognized the man he was the driver in factory clothes.
I burst out – ‘Hey what are you doing in this office?’
He gave me a broad smile and in chaste English said he was Shiven Varma, and asked me to take a seat. I choked and could have died in that instant. My feet were all jelly and I apologized profusely for my behaviour and was at a loss for words.
He said that he had come to the station to see off a friend. And he had seen me and wanted to be of assistance. And played along for he knew I had mistaken him to be a driver.
He offered me tea and had a long conversation. Said that outside of work one should not wear their education, only use them. And never referred to the incident. Almost as if it did not happen.
As I walked away, I learnt the greatest lesson in humility. So, the guest house staff were actually saluting him, not me!!. My ego came crashing down. Shoulders hunched, weighing heavily with lessons learnt, I exited his office.
Humility is playing a role, any role, sans ego, whatever the role may be. Even if this were that of a driver. Dr. Varma never referred to this incidence ever, not even in any informal chat. He was unknowingly driving home a lesson in humility…!!
Just wanted to say I know Nathan personally ( Not closely tho ) Guy is cool and doesn’t have any airs about himself. He has started writing these motivational articles very recently saw one of these on Linkedin too.
http://neurogadget.net/2016/09/25/tell-someone-...
Blocking or not ?
@Alpha.Barood wrote:
http://neurogadget.net/2016/09/25/tell-someone-...
Blocking or not ?
Yeh to samajh aagaya… ab sudhar ka upaay batao…
@vijkap201 wrote:
@Alpha.Barood wrote:
http://neurogadget.net/2016/09/25/tell-someone-...
Blocking or not ?
Yeh to samajh aagaya… ab sudhar ka upaay batao…
@Alpha.Barood wrote:
@vijkap201 wrote:
@Alpha.Barood wrote:
http://neurogadget.net/2016/09/25/tell-someone-...
Blocking or not ?
Yeh to samajh aagaya… ab sudhar ka upaay batao…
Nahi nahi, aap galat samajh gaye… mein janena chahta tha ki koi agar block kar de to unblock kaise keraiyen…
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Sudhar to tabhi hoga na…
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@Alpha.Barood wrote:
What if I loose myself ? Where do we go from here ?