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Early morning class of Business Strategy was unusually packed. The professor asked the class, "What is outsourcing?" "Getting someone else to do the work which you can't do in the best way or the work is not lucrative enough to spend your precious time", someone responded in colloquial language."I liked this definition, simple yet complete", one of the rare incidents when the professor was happy.

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Bhidu is a traditional person and his favorite God is Lord Krishna. When we meet, our discussion revolves around his progress in achieving the target - 10/10/10, the date by when he plans to get hitched. "Mini is the perfect girl for me - someone who can match shot to shot with me (of Tequila)", Bhidu was animated."Thats great!", being a teetotaler I was not able to appreciate this. "We had a

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"Mini is not around, please come with me for shopping tomorrow." It was Rimi's message in request cum order tone. Thinking himself as Mini's replacement was not a particularly enjoyable idea, but Gopu agreed."Ok." "Let's meet at 9 am in Sahara Mall". Getting up early morning in Gurgaon winter on a Saturday is something that you can do only for a special person. Sahara Mall at 9 am, foggy and

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21 days of continuous office work without any weekend break. On 22nd day, Friday, work was under control and Gopu managed to leave office by 9 pm. He took a cab home and closed his eyes to catch some sleep.His mobile rang... it was Jhhadoo. Gopu reluctantly picked the mobile. (To his credit Jhhadoo did a great job in managing his team by phone. Even Dawood and Chhota Shakeel could learn some tips

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For last 18 months, I had not posted anything on my blog.Now I am back to blogging and I plan to tell the story through some interesting characters. I'll keep all the posts FICTIONAL, but if you happen to find an element of reality in it, then you are plain lucky.Lets get introduced to the main characters.Gopu - Protagonist. Simple from outside: complicated inside. Knows what he doesn't like and

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Apple with his four close friends, were performing their weekly ritual, meeting over drinks. Everyone was enjoying each others’ company. After few drinks all except Apple were down. Apple wondered, whether he should be happy that he is awake and can still enjoy the drink or feel sad since he is alone to sip the last drink. For those who haven’t fathomed meaning out of this: drink is

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Apple and Orange were at headquarters of a big company at Nariman Point, Mumbai's premier business district. Both were MBA students and had come to meet a manager in that company for some inputs on their project. The meeting went well and Apple and Orange were gazing at skyscrapers at Nariman Point. “One day I’ll become CEO of this company”, Apple exclaimed ambitiously. Then he asked

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Orange, a thief went to a shop which accepted second hand goods. He used to sell most of his stolen goods in that shop, and the shopkeeper was aware of that. This time Orange had all his bags, small and big, for sell. He used these bags while stealing goods and money. Shopkeeper wondered and said, “Are you planning to quit your profession?” Orange replied, “No, but I have moved up the

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Orange was preparing for his MBA final placements. He was putting in as much time and effort as possible to get the dream job. Books were piled up of on his study table; he was searching from his laptop for as much information as he can swallow. Each and every second was precious!! Lemon was loudly singing and playing guitar. Lemon was Orange’s roommate and classmate. He had just returned

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Date – 26th January, 2015Place – Mumbai CEO of the biggest Indian IT company, Lemon Corp had called a press conference to make an announcement. No one in the press was aware about what was going to be announced. All reporters were curiously waiting for the conference. “IT industry and our company are at decisive point. The competitive advantage is not technology but talent. There is

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He was sleeping in his home. Some noise outside the home spoiled his sleep. He was frustrated. He decided, "I'll sleep only when I get complete silence around me." He came out of home and screamed at people who were making noise. Those people stopped making noise.Still there was not complete silence. He made up his mind to find a place of complete silence.He was beating a drum, shouting and

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I was sitting alone in a café. The café was crowded, with very few seats left empty. A man occupied a seat in front of me. He was near thirty and was formally dressed. I was getting bored sitting alone so I started chatting with him. I introduced myself. He told me that, he had done his MBA from a reputed B-School and was working with a top bank as Relationship Manager. Whenever I meet

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"Am I so attractive? Why is everyone trying to impress me? This never happened in my graduation college,” She was thinking about these questions in her mind. She was just one month into the B-School and was wondering why she was getting so much attention from boys. In her thoughts she almost forgot that she was attending a lecture. Economics teacher's loud voice interrupted her thoughts, "

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Brand positioning, Brand revival, Brand royalty..... It was almost branding bombardment in the marketing class. The MBA student was fed up with this daily brand staple. Brands followed him even when he was out of class, at home as TV commercials, on road as billboards, while surfing on websites and now also during movies. Brands were not only giving him mental torture but they were also pinching

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Placement season in the B-School. Pressure, anxiety and tension was palpable in the air. I was just another rat in the race, attending one GD after another and many interviews in between.In one such interview I was sitting opposite a panel of experienced interviewers who were ready to test me. They asked me all sorts of questions, HR, academics, currents affairs, economics, extracurricular

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Three friends from a big B-School were facing a difficult question, "Which Specialization?".From so many specializations, they decided to choose from either Finance or Marketing. To discuss this difficult question they thought of doing brainstorming in Juice parlor.In Juice Parlor"This menu is too much confusing, if we look at all options, we cannot decide which juice to choose from.""I guess we

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I was eating strawberries with my friend.After that strawberry feast, I asked her, "How many strawberries you ate?"She replied, "I didn't count. I was enjoying its taste. Its taste is amazing. Did you like taste of strawberries?""Uhh.. I was counting strawberries while eating. I missed out on its taste", I responded.

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New blog for new thoughts!!Here is my next experiment, Shailesh Speaks . All are invited to be a part my new journey."The Ignorant's Blog" for my Soul."Shailesh Speaks" for my Brain.Love- The-Ignorant

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I have got a big break. I couldn't resist the temptation to share this great news with readers of this blog.I'll be joining JBIMS , one of the best B-School in India, this academic year.By God's grace, this is reality, not fiction :)- The-Ignorant

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A group of men and a group of women were involved in heated debate.Men believed - "God is a man."Women argued - "God is a woman."'Wise' man thought he was master of negotiations. He believed that solution for every problem can be found by taking a middle path.Wise man made heroic entry in this fight.Wise man suggested to the fighting groups, "God is neither man nor woman, God is somewhere in

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I was furious, my flat was not ready and builder's reply was "Work in Progress". I decided to check whats happening at construction site.I reached at construction site. What I saw was really unexpected.Almost no worker was working. Some were writing letters, some were busy meeting their friends, some were playing football. Even this was not enough. Some people were busy with pundit matching their

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I was travelling by train. I was reading a good book sitting on a window seat.A teenager sitting opposite me was also reading a book, "Swimming Guide". I thought he was the most stupid person on earth. Can art of swimming be learnt by reading book?I curiously asked that teenager,"Do you believe by reading this book you will learn how to swim?"Teenager confidently replied, "Yes!! This book is

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People make System OR System makes People ?Probably Both.People make System AND System makes People.People ARE System and System IS People.Still People crib about System.People -> System -> People -> System -> PeopleIts a Circle, Origin is End and End is Origin.Sometimes this Circle is Virtuous,Sometimes this Circle is Vicious.When it is vicious, someone should break it.Who should break the

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Friends in Buddy List are people I have interacted with and I admire them (Don't know if its true other way also).Friends in Blogger's Park are the one's I haven't met yet, but would love to meet some day some time. I came across these people by my blog.All of you have loved my blog. I am sure I would love to visit my friends' blogs too.Friend's in Blogger's

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A bright engineering student said, "I kept almost 40 percent of syllabus for option (read- I didn't prepared for it), because examiners ask very few questions on that 40 percent part, also these questions are too difficult. I have prepared for the easier part. I am confidant that I'll get good score."Wise man thought, "Intelligent boy. He studies for marks not knowledge."Marketing manager of a

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".. ... .... .. ?""Yes."

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When I was eight years old, teacher taught us about Nobel prize. I learnt that many scientists solved great puzzles of nature and won the coveted Nobel Prize. I thought when I grow up I will solve some big question to win a Nobel. Then I started around looking for the big question. I observed that only married people had children. I zeroed on the question that will give me Nobel, a Biological

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A classroom filled with smart, bright kids.Teacher threw a question, "Whats your dream? What do you want to become when you grow up?"Different answers came."I want to create rockets"."I'll build most powerful supercomputer.""I'll build skyscrapers that will almost touch the sky."Twenty years later at school reunion.The same teacher asked, "What have you become?"Different answers came."I sell

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Blogging has been a great experience for me for last couple of months. I interacted with different people, listened to their views. Everything was perfect, then I came across these questions.What differentiates my blog from thousands of other blogs in this blog world ?Why should someone read my blog ?I am trying to find answers to these questions, till that I won't be posting anything.Please help

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A routine meeting with Manager(My Boss).Manager - "I have some challenging work for you. Are you interested to take it?"Me (very happily) - "YES!!"After some days, a followup meeting.Manager - "How are you doing?" Me - "Can you give me something else to work on? That work is too boring."Manager - "I know that".Me - "But you said that it was challenging. What was the challenge in it?"Manager - "

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For almost one year I didn't meet two of my close friends. This week fortunately all of us were in town.I called up both and asked, "Lets meet".First replied, "When and where?"Second replied, "Why?"I wondered whether we need a reason for everything we do in life.

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I saw some boys playing a game. There was one big circle marked on the ground. Two boys were standing in that circle. Remaining boys were watching them from outside the circle. Each one's role was defined. Out of the two boys in the circle, one was Bully and other was Victim. All other boys were Spectators. Everyone tried that they don't end up as victim. Everyone desired to become Bully, but no

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This story dates back to Mughal era, when Akbar was the emperor of India. Akbar was an IT savvy guy. One day he got a nice forwarded mail. As usual he forwarded that mail to his two Begums(Queens). This time he also forwarded that mail to his close friend Gabbar who was the ruler of a neighbouring country. As his usual practice he put addresses of all recipients in "To" => "First Begum, Second

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I saw two men involved in an "intellectual" debate over a glass filled with water. One was saying. "The glass is half full with water". The other was arguing, "The glass half empty".I laughed at them, went ahead and drank the water.Now its your turn to draw morale from this story. You can also add more to this story. Share with us what you interpret from this story.

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Everyday early morning I used to go in a park for a walk. In that park there was a statue of a pig, on top of a twenty feet pillar. I looked at that pig everyday for some days. Being a lazy guy, I thought "Lets not take any effort to look at this pig each day, it is going to remain a dirty pig". At the bottom of the pillar, at visible height I wrote ,'A dirty little Pig'. I 'labelled' that

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"If you weren't already in that relationship, would you enter it today? And if the answer is no, what are you going to do about it?"- "Inspired" by Peter Drucker's Quote

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When I was eight years old, teacher taught us about Nobel prize. I learnt that many scientists solved great puzzles of nature and won the coveted Nobel Prize. I thought when I grow up I will solve some big question to win a Nobel. Then I started around looking for the big question. I observed that only married people had children. I zeroed on the question that will give me Nobel, a Biological

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Lazy weekend morning. I was typing my new blog post, my friend cum well wisher came.The moment he stepped in and looked at me he said, "Why are you wasting time doing 'this' crap?""Tell me, what should I do?", I asked."Study for CAT,CET or GMAT and crack it", he said."Then..", me."You will get admission in top bschool", he continued."Then..", me."You will get placed in a top company at

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The metaphor dude.- SandeepThe blogs that I read on your home page.They were crisp yet communicative.I simply detest page long blogs .And yours make an interesting read.I liked your blog on in praise of criticism especially. - Princess I saw one thing common in all your posts, you talk tersely and quite sharp. Whatt 10 lines take to convey that you say it in just one..Good one. - AnuI came to

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With time everything changed,First our thoughts, then minds and then our hearts changed,With time everything changed,First city, then address and then cell number changed,Only one thing is unchanged,Our messenger contact,And I am still waiting for the Buzz !

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In a village, there was a slaughterhouse, its owner, butchers and many goats. As time passed the number of goats increased in the slaughterhouse but number of butchers was same.The owner thought instead of looking for new butchers, lets make one of the goat a butcher. He had a doubt in his mind that a goat might not fit into butchers role, but then he thought "Lets take a chance and see how it

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With a lot of effort I wrote a computer program. The program was running fine, but today somehow it started giving many errors. I tried to troubleshoot it, but of no use. I was alone in the room, suddenly I heard a voice, someone was talking . Then I looked inside my computer, I was shocked to see two bytes talking. I started listening.."You are a Kafir, colour of our Creator, God is Green, the

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The war is over,I don't know yet, I have won or lost,But I am happy,The war is over,I am a free bird now.

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I am taking a short break,To get the Big Break,Wish me good luck for the Big Break,We'll meet after this short break.

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Once upon a time there lived two bears in a jungle. Like all bears they loved Honey. But getting Honey was not easy, it was risky, honey bees were ready to attack anyone who tried to get Honey.Out of those two bears the First bear tried for Honey and honey bees attacked him. He failed in first attempt. He was so scared of honey bees that he desired for honey but never dared to try again. He

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So many thoughts, So many themes are running in mind. I'll try to post them as and when I get time. But I can't resist sharing titles of those themes with you.Here it goes..- Death of a cow- To Kill or To Die - Difficult Decision- Confused ball- Thank God I am alive !- Rich Dad, Poor Son- Fighting BytesKeep watching, Keep Commenting.

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On my way home I met two little boys from my building indulged in a fight. Christ and Mohammed, both were angry and fighting.I asked them, "Whats the matter?";"This bastard, sketched an obscene cartoon of my mom, deliberately to hurt my sentiments.", Mohammed yelled."Why have you done this?", I asked Christ."In spirit of freedom of expression ! I believe , nothing is sacred. I want to express

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Yesterday, I went to market to buy some coconuts. Unfortunately I didn’t had any money with me, but I had a bagful of bananas so I thought of paying using good old barter system.I went to a kirana store and asked shopkeeper to give me one kg coconuts, and according to exchange rate printed on board I had to pay ten kgs of bananas for one kg of coconut.The shopkeeper weighed coconut and gave it to

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Good blogs receive Comments,Better blogs receive Appreciations, AndGreat blogs receive Criticism.- The-Ignorant

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Why companies exists?When I read "Built to Last". I was curious to know what a layperson thinks about this question.So I thought of asking this question to my mom, because she is not aware of buzzwords of business."Why companies exists?", I asked."To give people jobs", she answered promptly.I was amazed to hear this answer, I guess most people in India have this illusion that compaines exists to

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Those who don't read your blog are strangers,Those who read it are your friends,Those who read and comment on it are your good friends,Those who give a link to your blog from their blog are your best friends.- The-Ignorant :)

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I approached my boss with some technical problem, expecting some answer. He barked, "GOOGLE IT YOU MORON". I didnt got the answer still I asked shylessly, "Whats the meaning of moron?". Again he screamed, "Google it you moron?". I returned to my desk and first googled the meaning of moron.. Idiot.Somewhat frustrated I left office to watch a movie. The first half was good, but there were surprises

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"Whats your goal in life?", the interviewer asked in my HR interview during our campus placement. I was foxed, clueless.I wanted to protest by saying that this is an 'out of syllabus' question, but alas! that wasnt my engineering exam, that was HRinterview, the Dinner with the Devil."I dont know", I replied honestly. I was scared with the thought that he will now show me the door.He looked at me

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"As long as it catches mice, it does not matter whether the cat is black or white."- Deng Xiaoping general secretary of the Communist Party,1987

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“First we were scared of the wolf,then we wanted to dance with the wolf,and now we want to be the wolf.”- Quote of a Chinese Businessman, from World is Flat

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"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle awakens.He has only one thought on his mind:To be able to run faster than the fastest lion.If he cannot, then he will be eaten.Every morning in Africa a lion awakens.He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle.If he cannot, he will die of hunger.Whether you choose to be a gazelle or a lion is of no consequence.It is

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A mother, who has two kids, one is Stong and other is Weak. The Strong kid can eat very fast and the Weak is very slow to eat. For a long time what the mother used to give food to both kids in one plate. Strong kid ate hurriedly to and finish most of the food and Weak managed to take only a bite or two. This continued for a long time, and Strong is now Stronger and Weak is Weaker.Now, Weak is

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I have always found very hard to praise people. I must admit that I found criticising easy than praising someone.But during my current job I have interacted with some wonderful people that I was very much impressed that I can only say good things about them.Let me introduce them.The DependableHe joined the company fresh out of college. Eager to learn and contribute to the team, he always

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I see this world with eyes of a curious child,In my mind questions gallore,All why's and how's I want to explore ,The Blog is about my endless curiosity,The way I see the world,I am not an expert, neither wise nor gifted,I am The Ignorant, a curious child...

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