Ritendra's Blog

Corporate MNC cherry pick candidates and put them in a tournament where being above average would not take you to the next level; you have to be exemplary. And if you learn early (which most people do) that you can never make it to the top you quit the tournament or keep swarming in the bottomless pit. But  if  you can somehow reach the top 5% of the Pyramid you receive 70% of the revenue. This business model is followed by everyone who runs an organisation from the Tata's to Taliban and from McDonalds to Maoists. It's human nature to take part in a tournament where the incentives are visible and high. The lifestyle of the top 5% not only attracts swarming freshers (who constitute 95% of the organization)  but it also keeps their moral high with dreams of someday making it to the top regardless of the modest incentive they  receive.  So you would agree with me why there is a trend for government service where you can supposedly make good money while still ...

The National Library - well the book you need isn't available and if somehow they find it its too old to lend.  I ain't superstitious but seeing these pair of birds( whatever ugly it might look like) makes be believe the day would be great...

His plans seemed crazy, but crazy enough to work. He has been straining his brain since his return from the Columbia University delivering an applauded lecture on the works of Rabindranath Tagore. The informal dinner organised on the sidelines of the literary conference can be attributed to have caused the crazy plan to evolve in this professor's mind. In vain did, the professor try to convince Mr.Bhargava, a wealthy Silicon Valley mogul of America, the importance of morality in life. Mr.Bhargava was getting restless." Frankly professor", he said, "what I understand you to mean is that you are ignoring two billion dollars for getting that medal out of that dusty village", he added "I gather that the Brazilian drug dealer who wants it will be after both of our lives if we deny the deal". "But, how can I do it", the professor fumbled. "The Nobel prize of Rabindranath is our national and Bengali community's pride"   ...

The husband was asking a question, “tell me”, he said, “who is responsible for this spastic child”? - “you mean Pinu, my child”? , - “hardly a spastic”, the mother and Amit’s wife demurred.                          Amit’s mind raced back over the details of his first encounter with Hema. -“Had all that really happened”, he thought, but now it seemed what a waste, “oh God, how did I got on with this girl” – “Got on! Got on! It isn’t a question of getting on” thundered back Hema, “what a fool I was”, she added.              Hema glanced at the baby, who was firmly placed on the perambulator tucked in the comfortable leather back seat of Amit’s newly achieved company issue car. These couples have decided to consciously use the privacy of their fast moving car to solve dispute at the top of their voice to keep th...

(this is not the girl whom i saw near the university gate, but like this photo above, that i goggled from the internet, she did not have any of her legs.) A few days back while standing on the broken footpath opposite the RBU main gate and waiting for the Rt3 bus with headphones plugged to my ears blaring out loud music to insulate me from the chaotic flow of life around me, all the unbearable truths of life and making space for illusionary dreams, my eyes fell on a girl. A beautiful girl indeed, with such soft face. With the college bag on her shoulder she was dragging her body by bare hands (she didn’t have both her legs) towards the bus. The bus conductors of kolkata extend their helping hands to ladies, very kind of them indeed. But this girl is no bimbette and so unworthy of any help (at least for the conductors). But her unbeatable spirit alone made her climb the stairs, of the bus and of life itself. It was very hard for me to control my tears, as the only thing I could do was t...