Notice Notice!

So the day came.

I was just one hit away from handing over my resignation.

For past couple of years, I managed some hypothetically extremely critical operations to save zillions of money to some hypothetical business. At least I was told so!
I remember my boss screaming me apart on my first day, "they did not teach you Excel?? What am I gonna do with you?!!". Well yea Boss, I got 99 subjects but an MS-Excel ain't one!! How stupid of me!

Devilish smile reappeared, finger poised on mouse, eyes fixated on 'SEND' and hit!

Rel....lieved!!!

Well, not so much.

Folks, a typical notice period has two phases-

1) Role-reversal mode-  For the first time ever, You're in a position of importance.
"You know Sikandar, Your leaving will be an irreparable loss to us. We can not even imagine how this whole organization thingy is gonna work out without you. You sure, you not wanna drop your resignation and have a coffee with us or.. err the CEO?".

"Umm I am honored sir. But my decision is final to go for blah blah blah. Please rise up from the floor and sit on the chair. here here, my handkerchief sir."

The manager thinking meanwhile- "Arghh this attrition rate is bleeding my performance rating! these dumbasses!!"

You walk out of that meeting room like a Hero! and the first phase, the good phase, is over..

2) You-wish-you-had-rather-been-jobless mode-  Okay, first of all He stares at you whenever possible. When you finally work your way around in ignoring him, he invites you for a meeting.

"Hey Parasite, Let's have a close connect on how things are gonna be like going forward!".
"Oh, okay!".

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My Lord: "So what are you doing now a days?"
Me Minion: "Just the usual, Sir!"
My Lord: "Okay, here is the plan. Transition all that you know to Alexander. Make Word, Excel, Technical, flow chart docs, a magical wand. A layman should be able to do your jobs going through them. If any of his doubts remain, your LWD gets extended. We clear?"
Me Minion: "Arr yes, Sir!"
My Lord: "Close this by next Friday."
Me Minion: (chocking) "okay, sir!".

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You work your ass off. While colleagues come, pat your back and loud-speaker around "Sahi hai! Ab to khoob aish, hain? party kab!!?". "Get off me!”

Your party is scheduled! Your manager is present with his eyes skewering you alive just like the skewered chicken lying in his plate. He keeps jumping in with data points- "She did not let off even a hint that she is preparing to leave, No?, Hmm. So tell me, the leave you took that time mentioning your mother's illness was for the interview preps, No? Hmm. We could have been better prepared, had we known!, No? Hmm. You backstabbing bastarddd!!"

<2 weeks later>

"Hey Parasite, Let's have a close connect on how things are gonna be like going forward!".
"umm, okay.".

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My Lord: "So, What are you doing now a days?"
Me Minion: (beaming) "Transition successfully done. Documents ready. There is no dependency on me now, sir!"
My Lord: "Okay Okay."
Me Minion: (With puppy eyes) "Arr Sir, When I can expect my LWD now? I was hoping it to be 1 month or.."
My Lord: "I see. I forgot telling you before (just like you forgot telling me your idea of quitting. In your face aha!). Alexander is not the one. We are getting someone else in. Arr, We don’t know who he/she should be. We will let you know once we know."
Me Minion: (fainting) "sir, but.. begging, begging, more begging"
My Lord: "Try to understand. Dismisse."

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<1 week later>

"Hey Parasite, Let's have a close connect on how things are gonna be like going forward!"
"A group meeting!? Less focus. Less worry. Hmm (thinking)".

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My Lord: "So, What are you doing now a days? (Dafaq I was supposed to do?!!)  Never mind. This is Alexander-2. He is a fresher. Alexander-2, Introduce yourself."
Alexender-2: (sticky hair. spectacled. uncomfortably big smile) "Good afternoon! myself Alexander-2. I did my B.tech from ...”
My Lord: "Ahem. that's enough Alexender-2! Start your training."

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The problem with the freshers is that they are sentimental question-banks and they believe that seniors know it all!
Me: "Double click the tool icon. Copy paste these SQL statements from the word doc. Hit 'Run' button. ok?"
Ranchhordas:" what is this button next to 'Run', 'query process plan and statistics'?"
Me: (Blank) "We don't use it. (My lord's voice echoing- If any doubts remain, I will extend your LWD) Umm, Give me a minute. Go play with your Office communicator till then."
Ranchhordas: "NO, I wanna see how you do this" (Same bloodsucking smile)
Me: (shamelessly opening Google) "Next time you have a question, google it out."
 (Go hate me)
Ranchhordas: (Clearly unimpressed) "??!!"

<3 weeks later>

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My Lord: "So, What are you doing now a days?"
Me minion: (elated) "Transition successfully completed sir. There is no dependency on me now. I am all free and ready to be relieved, sir!"
My Lord: "I see. I forgot telling you before. One of our resources is gonna be on leave for 2 weeks. I decided you to be his replacement.
Me minion: (WTF!!) "What? Who??" (Why???)
My Lord: "You don’t know him. He is from the team XYZ using technology Hot-skill-$$$. The technology you always wanted to work on but we never let you. Finally, congrats!"
Me minion: "but, I don’t have any idea what they do!"
My Lord: "don’t worry, We'll train you."
Me Minion: (FFFF!!) " What! there is no point training me now! My college starts in 3 weeks” .. begging, crying, rolling on floor crying.
My Lord: "You know what, I never appreciated your laid-back attitude. Organization does not pay you for this. If you're charging 9 hours, You ought to utilize all of 'em! No questioning on this, Parasite!"
Me minion: "??!!" (blink blink silent stare)
My Lord: (opening his brahmastra) "Talk to HR."

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Well, I am gonna be an HR in 2 years from now. I am particularly fond of the way they project to be busy, all the time! Although mostly they are found in cafe, stylish and chic, laughing with diverse set of people, checking on decoration of purposeless events, smiling into phone screen and playing with their hair while resolving employee-grievances, meanwhile devising new stories on "how great this organization is!" and etc. I am fascinated by them and I wanna be one of them and why one should not!

So, we all know how this must have worked.

I contacted the HR. She seems fine with any date of my choice. She contacts my manager. She contacts me, she sounds possessed by my manager, she declines any help. Matter over.

<Flag down>

Fellas! So in my last days here, I am burning my brain cells over a technology totally strange to me and fighting my way around it. Damn all those people who told me notice is a honeymoon period! I am busier than I ever was. And when I am not, I fake it! Take a few pointers- roam around but strictly with a paper in hand, come seconds before your manager, leave seconds after him, If he does not leave you leave your bag there and come next morning, walk off as if nothing happened and look mostly sad. Yeah right.. writing this post in office was again an attempt on looking busy. Drop me a message for more such pointers.

Life does educate us via a variety of means. Thanks to my dear manager for making my life not so much of a bed of roses. Inured me, yeah Ready!!

Arr potential employers, Please don’t judge my working habits from this. :|
Back to work.

Speeding shadows.

Can you remember?

When I was 8, We lived in our old house. Houses with families living for tens of years in the old colony. In those days we used to recognize more than just one guardian. Each adult in neighborhood contributed in lecturing, scolding and occasionally keeping our secrets to save the well deserved beating from mom. They knew us, understood us. It was a large family with the big old uncle tree visible from every corner of the colony.

The banyan was the most amusing thing we had seen in those days. Lying on the grass, breaking twigs, We counted its branches and tried to tell monkeys apart, identifying which is mother of which. Wow, the mild sun of winters!.. the godly time to let the warmness take over the brain, get high and let it loose to wander.

Those Sunday noons started with jalebi, progressed towards switching between the games in the ground, at times convincing boys to let us join their cricket & football; Although we were declared out of the game very soon as we sucked at rules. Made victims of planned conspiracy by wicked minds in those days! I suppose they might have become cons of expertise by now. Huh!

Anyway, running behind the ball and bringing it back from inside the drain water was no less than heroism. Greater the difficulty, the longer you get to boast about it. Also, The VIP treatment received from the big brothers- Sitting on roof-rails with their shades on our eyes, We watched the kite-fight in the bright white sky.. yes yes we looked toons but then who cared!

Passing shirt to big brother when he came back without one from a fight. "Mom must not know!", He kept whispering from down stairs with heavy breaths. I hushed my tears seeing his red face lest we both be having redder ones. A brave brother and a smart sister- A formidable pair for keeping troubles at bay. The partnership continues till date; Only that troubles got bigger and stakes got riskier.

All things end But the good ones lot faster. Those days ended too.. in dull melancholy of setting sun.. when everyone went back inside the house, tired and sweating.

Then I sat there beside the window. The window offered so much to be seen, heard and felt from beyond and became my first teacher!.. urging me to Write 'something' down, and I did write. Well, That collection of my brain-children, in form of a 'tangible' diary, stores outputs from the bare milligrams of brain I possessed back then. Few pages of it are swung open in family evenings to make them more amusing, till date.

Memories are countless, never alone; associated with many more trails, one after other.. tangled yet bright.

Sitting in the corner, clutching sleeping mom's saree corner, staring at the empty open ground through the window, against the setting sun, I hoped for them to come out again and for my chance to breakout, to fall, to get hurt, to laugh and to shout at my peak voice. I wondered why time goes by so slowly for those who wait.

I am still there. My very soul stayed there. Waiting.. wanting.. living and reliving the very same time.. wondering what happened to the slow pace of time!

Although my shadows sped ahead with it.. but perhaps only the shadows!

Brought to you Bai

Saturday- (n) a day of week when working bachelors are found in front of Laptop browsing absolutely anything.(e.g. generally starts from a movie trailer and ends upon likes of "how to make handmade paper flowers") They are also found excitedly telling their cook to prepare what they had been thinking whole week, although there is no related raw material in the kitchen. Their chairs breath free of dirty laundry and the house shines after a real-time wiping (not the one which their maid claims to do daily while they are asleep after opening the door and getting back to bed like the zombies). Night is spent in taking vows on not letting next Saturday go this much lame. Loop continues.

On one such typical Saturday, the bomb exploded. We went deaf for the first 15 seconds in the aftershock. Finally when our brains returned to consciousness, one of us managed to utter a few words to confirm what just past across us- "Aunty, you are not gonna come for ten days? ". Another one turned to two of us like a retard "did she just say ten days??" "How will I go to gym now.. and my dance classes.. I.. I have to do this project module.. What the..". We three flat mates with flushed faces kept begging to our maid for reducing the number of days or at least giving us a substitute. Answer was a cold "nai ho paega. manage kar lo". That day seemed not too far when maids will be tagging us in Facebook status "Will be out of town for a week. expect delay in response ..".

Anyway, snap back to reality. The first flat-mate's (referred to as F1 going ahead) lifeline rests on our maid's existence. If We had not stopped F1, she could have given many other daily basic works to her. F2 is a cleanliness freak and she kinda relish sadistically in such times of crises when she gets to boss us around more freely. Vows of using less utensils and mental snapshots of used utensils zipped with the user's face were taken. F2's cranky voices were even more in the air than before. "why are shoes 5 Cms away from where they are supposed to be?". "Why plates are not in the third drawer and glasses in the first?" "Oh so many items on the table give me headache?" "could you two just disappear and leave me alone?" and the frequent "What is this smell?". We were increasingly found in the balcony with mug of boosted-milk and Pink Floyd.

Well, slowly many other revelations took place. In the kitchen, Refined oil was finished ages ago and we were cooked food in fatty mustard oil. F1 suddenly happened to realize that she must have gained calories because of this and was pro rata agitated. On the third day, when need of dusting was irresistibly felt, broom was no where in sight. Did the maid use to bring and take the broom back?? Unlikely. but then what else? Another eye opening discovery was absence of any floor cleaning bucket. At this, F2 became 100% sure with vengeful eyes that it must be her bathing bucket which had been used all this while for this unholy purpose. She was disconsolate and we could just distantly imagine intensity of her agony. She was better left alone with The Wedding Planner videos and her inseparable sanitizer. Lightening struck me as well when the floor-mop came out to be my FastTrack T-shirt. Its journey from my almirah to the floor was baffling.

Deciding over menu each night required heavy brainstorming. We were quite used to be eating what was put in front of us. We had 'choice' and it was overwhelming. We had not brought sabzi in over a month and we were unable to remember what have we been eating and who was bringing it.

Answers were escaping us. Maid was conspicuous by her absence everywhere. We were loosing confidence. F2 even tried to find any unidentified space in the house.

After much upheaval, bouts of hostility and several rounds of talks, the plan was charted. Roles and responsibilities were assumed. Office phones, Outlook and Lync were used extensively, more than ever used for their original purposes. We survived.

Comes Today, the 10th day! In the hope of opening the door (= forcing F1 to open it by posing dead to the doorbell) tomorrow at 5.45 am to have lovely sight of our maid, I sign off to sleep.

Have a good and clean night !

Revolving doors

The most haunting experience?

Forget the supernaturals. Ever experienced ‘Failure’ ?

You long for something/someone. You attach your happiness to that one ‘thing’. Your visions of future find closing boundaries in them. your oneness with your dreams is so deep that you can’t breathe while imagining them ‘collapsed’.

All this sounds perfect recipe for getting a heart passionately geared up towards your dreams. But If, however impossible it seemed in those zealous days, dreams do fail you at the very moment.. then what?

The same recipe turns poison and smothers the soul. Escape is painful; You yourself had set those choking boundaries shutting out other sources of relief.

This feeling of your heart sinking slowly to a dark abysmal, is Despair. Though, few of us wake up out of this ‘coma’ and bravely sideline the splinters of self-made majestic glass-castles and walk on a new path with new visions. On the other hand, few of us keep walking, going out of range of callings of our heart- Oh dear Stop! Turn around! don’t say Goodbye so soon! Don’t stare at that one closed door so much! you are missing out on the newly opened one!

Listen to your heart. It is correct most of the times. You will laugh looking back at these moments. If you think you won’t, well then learn it. Remember, how ugly you look when you are sad. Remember, how short life is to bear unhappiness and grudges. Take away the learning, wrap up that baggage in your memory, throw it in the Indian Ocean, walk away.

Relieved? Well, walk with Smile. Journey seems less with a curve on the pretty face we all got.

Life is all about revolving door, dears! The open side will welcome you  ultimately.

All shall meet at the other end; some too early, some little late. Just keep moving, fearlessly.

Around the Indian wedding in one night

@4 am morning- I was multitasking.

Trying to wake up my drunk cousin reminding her university exam this morning.

Trying to convince the shook-up groom and sobbing bride i.e. my another cousin (to be wedded in the next 18 hours) to let the matter go and not to have second thoughts on each other’s ‘love’ just one night away from the wedding.

Trying to pull a charged-up guy down from the roof top railing  and stop him from shouting my name while our whole family line was about to wake up, just beneath the roof.

10 hours ago-

I was climbing the stairs with my heavy bag. Sounds of dhol thumping my ears. I wanted to throw the bag and start dancing to the beats right away. on reaching the hall, My eyes met big gathering of senior ladies who had apparently no idea how fast did i grow up. Continuous 2 hours i was inquired on all-well-being and pulled from cheeks after which i started feeling unwell a little.

Thankfully, there entered my cousin ( bride’s sister) in all desi flashy Pink lehnga. An unusual sight of a DU chic on any other day. She borrowed me from the crowd on the pretext of decoration preparations. First few words from my heart came out – “bloody idiot! where were you lying dead all this while! ” . “Shhhh..” all she said and silently dragged me to the roof top closing the door on our back carefully.

The scene was ‘quite’ different across the roof.

In one corner, a stage was set up. 3-4 guys were adjusting DJ, strobe lights hung from water tank. In other corner, a table with imported bottles of alcohol on it was being set up by the same servants who were serving aunties downstairs with laddoos-that’s where overseas cousins come into help. The bride, with neon horns, in a loose shirt turned around and hugged me. The gates were shut. Family line fell tight-slept on the other side of roof after all the preps for big morning had been done. They had no idea what’s going on the other side of the roof.

On a January night, in Delhi, on roof top with everyone wasted around; I, the only sober one in the crowd, was living the night.

Another cousin confessed that the guy who she came with to the wedding all the way from Singapore and introduced as her fiancé, she has no plans to marry with. I was struggling for the words when another cousin fell on me pleading – “Di, I will fail in exam tomorrow! Don’t forget to wake me up in a while!!” I ran downstairs, arranged a bed for her at the farthest possible corner from the mamis, mausis, and nanis. “phewww!!” I breathed out. Suddenly we all heard a shout.

It was my name.  I ran back to the roof at doubled the speed. There i saw a guy standing on the railing of the roof with a bottle in hand in the mid of night, in all filmy style, shouting my name with the prefix- ” I want to marry you” . My eyes popped out, throat ran dry. “Oh god, pull him down! he is creating a scene! he will die! I am gone! “. With nobody conscious around, I myself had to run to drag him down and plead him at the calmest of my voice to stop screaming. He was half way expressing his feelings that he supposedly hosted since high school when another drama started.

This time it was the the bride herself. Crying, hugging and lost in her best friend, a guy. I left the weeping soul near the railing and walked with the unbelieving eyes towards both of them, the bride and the BF (best friend).  The BF had proposed the bride and bride had confessed her liking then and there. Both were crying and i was standing there. Silent and stunned. Fighting in my mind for the appropriate course of action, I asked others to drag the BF out of here. Seeing the tragedy unfolded there, few of them came back to their senses at the lightening speed, beating the alcohol out.

Meanwhile, my cell rang. None other than groom it was. ” Oh Crap!!” somebody has called him to tell all the drama. He was waiting outside the house to have a word with bride. I pleaded him to go back and take a proper sleep before the most awaited night of his life. He was adamant. Bride was slapped into conscience, splashed with water and deodorant’ed by me.  In the middle of road, they argued for an hour.

back to 4 am morning- where I was multitasking.

I was loosing all the cool i ever possessed. I wanted to pack the bag back and leave in the mid of night. What will i answer tomorrow if asked anything!

The bride confessed her mistake and repeatedly professed her love for an hour. I described the scene a little differently to the groom in her favor. Somehow, he was convinced into not to rethink their alliance and left, albeit dumbfounded. I don’t blame him.

On the other side, the freshly aroused romeo was still waiting on the railing to finish his love-tale.

No body slept that night. Ah! Except the cousin who missed the exam next morning.

Next day, all the roof-night-riders appeared with red puffy eyes. Many exchanges of looks happened but no one spilt a word.

The wedding eventually happened- against my worst fears.

That was the most memorable, dramatic, tumultuous and crazy wedding of my life. But the end result is a sweet and amazing love my nutcase cousin and her husband share today.

I wish you luck against any such interesting Indian wedding. Happy wedding season! !

Benefits of reading.

I am a book-worm. I believe that whoever loves reading will agree on the term ‘worm’. Well, here I list down 8 profound benefits of book-reading. Try them. Seriously.

1) Loose weight over it – planned to go on diet regime again? nothing works as charismatic as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s , Lauren Belfer’s City of Light, the third secret, the doomsday, the very obsessive and illicit This is how you loose her , superstition and for some junta Sidney sheldon’s. you will cry your eyes out in the search of the convict and why he targeted all the pretty girls. Well, on few people even Chicken soup for the soul or that kiss in the rain types is effective. Where the kiss happens on the last page after all the high-strung scenes midway. You feel disappointed but hey! at least you forgot about that browny in fridge. Well as I said, depends on your taste!

2) Learn swear-words and practice them over and again- bored of same cliche fouls? wanna learn innovative situation-specific and goal-oriented ones? learn and practice here- with Michael Chabon- where words seem to jump out of book and smack you around – or simply our very Indian out-of-the-IIT authors.

3 ) Pick a character and act as a royalty-  Just choose a character you liked the most in first 20 pages and live slowly the loftiness of British Royalty or Dutch realms under his/her disguise. yeah, you can imitate his/her style of speaking as well, just practice in dark when all are slept and you are up there with the holy-writ in your hands feeling goddamned royal in – Jane Austen’s , The Canterbury Papers, The Three Musketeers and alike.

4) Or simply avoid nasty creature beside you- this tactic works wonder. Whenever the unwanted creature tries to get involved with you, nail your head little more inside the page. He will truly curse your safety device. Yeah, another possible pronoun ‘she’ in last sentence missed out deliberately.

5) Want to give somebody slow death- nothing can work as good as pieces like- You Can Win, One hundred years of solitude, One night at the call center, I too had a love story. the best part is that your intentions won’t be doubted because all these books have been bestsellers. word of caution – the side-effects may be too hazardous, use the weapon with moderation.

6) It is so good that you get benefited from reading habit of even others- take an example of the cutie beside you.  Well, break the ice with discussion on release of the book/other works of that author/or simply that book in cutie’s hand. if you are desperate enough, Google out first, you don’t wanna make a fool out of yourself there. On benefits of Smart phones, I will be writing another such piece of intense thoughts soon. Word of caution- don’t end up telling his/her whole plot or climax in excitement and under newly gained confidence from Google. May backfire.

7) Test your Eye sight and flexibility- I did my first eye stress-test with Jane austen’s Pride and prejudice. when I finished the whole book in one night under the Nokia’s flashlight. proud! I got to know the extent to which my body can fit and circle within few fixed inches whole night and the different angles I can show off with my neck keeping it at the very same place on a sleeper class dabba of train when I was  reading Tell me your dreams. I read that night at such a speed as my life depended on its completion, literally,  as my neck could have snapped.

8) Or just simply remind yourself what a great fool you are and how much room of improvement is still left for you.

Well on a serious note, the best/worst thing that you can do to your hours is – Reading. However reading-reluctant you are, prepare yourself to fit in the author’ shoes, give him a slack for initial 30 pages, and believe in him, He will lend you the flavors of a rainbow of emotions and much more! Take a flight of faith; a diligent book will never disappoint you.

As we say, Bookworms will rule the day – as soon as we finish one more chapter..

So what are you reading today??

Participation.

‘Participation’ – the very corner-stone, which rests the whole system around us. Be it democracy, be it nature. 

Look around. Kejriwal is winning hearts by peddling this ‘participatory framework’ for providing solution to the widespread problems. The questions raised are not new; his outlook towards finding solution, certainly is.

The universe too finds balance by small-small but unique contributions from all of us. Participation of citizens help reach robust, quick and effective solutions to not only polity but also science and nature. Citizen science participation is one such interesting concept, which is seeing green shoots in India already.

In many countries, citizens actively participate in guarding nature and giving their invaluable inputs in preserving it. These programs are called Citizen Science Programs.

Instances are many where we all can get actively involved as a solution-provider, experience some:

-Submit your observations in changes happening around you.

-Capture and share natural discoveries and photographs.

-Studies gauging the impact of light pollution ask people to notify about their ability to see the stars and constellations at night.

-The last time you saw a house sparrow in your backyard tells a lot about how the ‘Man’ is treating the bird which shared your childhood!.. same goes with butterflies!

-People living beside high-risk rivers watch and alert meteorologist at the earliest. They are trained beforehand in a week training camp on how to identify easy signs of danger.

-Measure rain, hail, snow falling near your place and share the data with meteorologists.

There are many such bird-watch, nature-watch, river-watch, dolphins-watch, tiger-watch projects are working around us. You can look up the web and sign up for these wonderful projects. Isn’t it amazing to act a ‘chhota scientist’ sitting at home!!

Even our very own Wikipedia or take Android too fit the criteria of being the same participatory kind projects!

I find such ideas very amazing and hope to be a part of any such initiative soon. Given its rapid recognition among Indians, that day may not be too far when each and every individual, however amateur and non-professional, will be contributing his little bit in saving the planet, including me!

I tell you, such programs hold great promise for future and more inclusive sustainable development for many reasons-

-Citizens who have been living in a particular area or have been involved in a particular activity- such as fishing or farming, get to hold specific experience-based knowledge in that domain. Scientists who know things by theory and lab-based practices will profit so much by working in tandem with such experienced folks in their research.

-Some phenomena just need long-time persistent observation of events around; With help of this collected data, an exhaustive database can be maintained which will work as a case study to derive predictions and possible solutions to the issue in hand. the only difference is that inputs will be given by citizens not the Subject matter Experts.

The benefits are obvious- SMEs are expensive. They may not be available all the time to predict looming catastrophe such as a dangerously overflowing river. Experts can be consulted on the soundness of the data received to rectify any anomaly, but their 100% guidance is not required. Obviously, This is how a bottom-up approach works.  Not to say, Such practices make citizens more aware and empathetic to the habitat and the inhabitants.

A country such as India which has one of the largest pools of ‘eyes and hands’ to watch out and take care, will get hugely benefited by such programs.

Schools must inculcate this participatory inclination in young generation and help them make a difference. NGOs, experts and a helping hand from government can work together in this direction. If our young generation is taught this way, we no longer need to depend on handful of experts for each and every issue.

Among the various abnormal conditions occurring in modern day society, the foremost is – Isolation of man from Nature. As they say, Man masters nature not by force but by understanding.

Let the man connect and gain a deeper understanding of his relation to his very roots. After all, It shouldn’t always be Man vs Nature; In my eyes, they are made for each other, Perfectly.