September 29, 2009 at 3:07 pm (Chai Pani, Personal Rants)
Tags: comic, funny, Ghazal, humor
એકવેળા આપને મેં દઈ દીધેલું દિલ, હજુયે યાદ છે
ને પછી ભરતો રહયો’તો હોટેલોનાં બિલ, હજુયે યાદ છે
પ્રિયતમ! હા,તારા ચહેરા પર હતા એ ખિલ હજુયે યાદ છે
મારા પૈસે તેં ઘસી બેફામ ક્લેરેસીલ હજુયે યાદ છે
સાયકલ અથડાવીને સોરી કહ્યાની સ્કીલ હજુયે યાદ છે
ને પછીથી સાંપડેલી સેન્ડલોની હીલ હજુયે યાદ છે
માનતો’તો હું કે પૈંડા બે જ છે સંસારરથનાં હું ને તું
ને પાડોશમાં હતા તારાં ઘણાં સ્પેરવ્હીલ હજુયે યાદ છે
Regards,
Pinal Mehta
P.S :- Thanks to Purvi, for sharing this with me…
September 5, 2009 at 12:04 pm (HR Articles, Personal Rants)
Last nite, I had the pleasure to talk to this very talented Management trainee working in a reputed MNC company. Out of our discussion in midst of it, she expressed that for her, “Her work as HR feels like her Hobby”…and then it all started.
The discussion went on for hours where i was on the other side of plank debating about issues that as an HR How can she not feel stressed and exhausted with her work, How that feeling did not get into her, And in the current economic turmoil (which is almost passes, for those who experienced it), how as an HR she feels so free and excited about the work like there is nothing else so exciting to do. We managed to keep debating about stuff where I kept pulling her off on various challenges that are faced from a perspective of a Potential HR in “Generalist” Or any role .We kept contemplating on issues which involved over demanding responsibilites that an HR has to goes through in the current chaotic organization situation. But at the end, what i learnt that how much i was trying to overshadow her work , her initiatives at work, discouraging her efforts and arguing like a nagging colleague, that this all gonna end after few years. However, How much I tried to divert or bend her thoughts for the same, she never budge down for a moment.
I asked her “How can HR be a Hobby…? I have been in this field for so long enough & “Duh..” i can find a million things that I can say about my hobby. But as we counter defensed our stand, She was firm on her end of the ground, I found her standing tall to her belief, to her views and the passion that she showed about her was like unshakeable.
Late nite, After the conversation end and we decided to carry on laters, I felt that during my early days of career, deep down even I had that fire buring in my the deep corners of my conscious and the utter resilience for the passion where my day-to-day work was revolving around people centric efforts, counseling and things where ever i used to look up for the starting a new exciting day at work.
Did it died down due to constant hurdles, unfamiliar deadlines and unachieveable targets set upon us? Did the false commitments, lies made, people playing corporate politics, changed a part of HR in me? Is India really ready for considering HR as a Business partner in success…!!!
Too many questions, General Answers but the road is ahead and I know its gonna be a suprise. Good or Bad I leave it up on time
But today before ending this, the question I wanna ask to peoples of the HR Fathernity(India), that Did that fire died down, or is it just Hibernating ?
Regards,
Pinal Mehta
June 23, 2009 at 5:11 pm (Personal Rants)
Tags: Childhood, memories
When Gulli-Danda & Kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket. When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai & Kho Kho anytime…
When we desperately waited for ‘Yeh Jo Hai Jindagi’ (Doordarshan serial) When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, Dada Daadi Ki Kahaniyaanwere so fulfilling. When there was just one Tv in every five houses and…
When Bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle…
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the ‘Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi’ day…
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them …
When Maths teachers were not worried of our Mummies and papas while slapping/beating us…
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and Phantom, Champak & Chacha-Chaudaris & Billus were our heroes…
When we were in Nana’s House every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechies…
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and ‘ek do teen chaar’ and ‘Rajani’ inspired us…
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees and dairy milk big bar cost Rs. 7…
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work…
When ‘Apsara’ and ‘Natraaj’ were encouraged against ‘Reynolds & Cello family’…
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making ‘kaagaj ki kishtis’…
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening…
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding ‘ice-cream & papa’ type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing…
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaalson Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents…
The list can be endless…
On the serious note I would like to summarize with…
When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like ‘thinking’ and ‘deciding’…
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerely…
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future…
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak…
When sharing worries and happiness didn’t mean getting vulnerable to the listener…
When blacks and whites were the favorite colors instead of greys…
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations…
When life was a passenger’s sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some super fast’s second ac with itscurtained, closed and dark windows…
I really miss them(From the bottom of my heart).. don’t u?
October 15, 2008 at 7:32 am (Personal Rants)
Tags: me against myself, rant, solitude
Life is just like a wind, you have no idea when the breeze will blow your life out for good or take you places where you never expected to reach. Chaos lies in the middle of it and at times you always feels that something like chaos needs to keep under check. It runs in your blood, brings the adrenaline gushing down to every corner of the your brainwave, but still it cant help you in your personal solitude. Solitude sometimes take you place like the wind but trust it never takes you where you expect the most. It rages out from the darkest corner of your thoughts and ends up in the corner of the 4-walled area where life roams around at its own pace. For the materialistic world, time moves on the same pace but in solitude times seems to stop by, and the memories that lurks within me.
Its a fight of me against myself, and trust me the war has just begun.
Pinal Mehta
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