NEW DAWN is all Yours

“Raat ke baad naye din ki Seher aayegi; Din nahi badlega tareekh Badal jayegi”

The famous line from the poet “Nida Fazli” just started repeating itself in my mind a few minutes ago. Among the wishes for a “happy new year” that is going to start in a few hours, these lines were telling a story that the day, the week, the month and even the year turning will not change anything, the days will remain the same; the date certainly will change.

For a few minutes I was sad, and getting angry at the sorting mechanism in my brain to pull out such lines from the tresses of the grey matter on a day when I want to not only be positive, but also spread positivity around me. Why while searching for a positive message to share I was handed these lines by my brain? And then I realized it is indeed a great message for me, for you and for everyone.

Raat ke baad naye din ki seher aayegi – After the night will come the dawn of a new day

Din nahi badlega; Tareekh badal jayegi – The Day may not change though the date will certainly change.

The promise is of a New Dawn. The reality is change of date. But the day may remain same. As the day will not be changed by those who make calendar (date changers) or the big guy in sky who made the New Dawn. The day is our personal gift, our own responsibility. Day is our canvas, our easel, our page to write our own story. That is the core of the concept of Free will which most religions talk about. The Big Guy in sky’s ultimate promise, “you make your own days.”

Without stretching it more all I will say is that the new day is a new page, write the story that you enjoy. Write the story that you can be proud of when you visit it at a later date. The new day is a blank canvas and if you look inside you, you have all the colors in all their hues. Paint the masterpiece that you can proudly display on the walls of memory for all eternity. The New Year starting in a few hours will be a book full of blank pages, a box full of blank canvas. Be your own legend and write your own stories, weave them in the stories of the people around you. Create the masterpieces and display with proud.

The promise is that “Raat ke bad Naye din ki seher aayegi” – There will be a new dawn after the night and that is a given.

And the date will change that is a given too. The day changes or not is based on how you play your own part on the stage.

So I will wish you a new year where you get all the strength and vision and opportunity to play your part in a way that it shapes your next day (and all the days ahead) as you want. A New year to create more personal legends and more stories to proudly remember and share. A new year to enjoy and love and be loved.

I wish that you make yourself an Awesomely Blessed New Year!!!!!

Light Bulb - A lesson in customer service

“Would you mind changing my room?” I asked. Though I think I was very polite in asking given the circumstances, but I knew my frustration was still showing through the politeness of my request. Well of course Sir, I will send someone with the new room keys and details, and sincere apologies for your trouble, he responded.

While I wait for the ‘someone’, I will tell you the chain of events in last 5 minutes that ended with the call. I was on a business travel, had a long day when I reached the hotel at 10PM. The check in process was quick and friendly and I dragged myself to the room, with a plan of taking a shower, having some green tea and then some critical email responses before I sleep. Stepping in the room I was so longing to start as planned. Then I switched a lamp, it didn’t come on, bad bulb, I guessed and moved to the 2^nd lamp in row and switched that. And the room was still dark. My plan obviously was shattered, I had decided that it was an issue bigger than a bad bulb, may be the wiring in the room or trip switches.  Not having time or patience to troubleshoot, I stumbled to the phone and called front desk.

“Hi I just checked in and my room lamps are not working, can you give me a different room?” I demanded. “Sir, let me send the electrician with a few spare bulbs and see what is wrong, it might be a bad bulb.” The gentleman at the front desk said in a cheerful voice. “I tried multiple lamps, so I think it is more than just a bad bulb, what is the possibility of multiple bad bulbs at the same time.” I said, concealing my frustration and added without waiting, “Would you mind changing my room?” “Well Of Course Sir” he said and 2 minutes later instead of anyone else he was standing outside my room with a new room key and he helped move my stuff. All well in the new room and I ended executing on my plan.

Why am I telling this story? Because it continued on the next day.

I left the hotel early in the morning and after a long day I reached back my hotel, around 9 PM. I was greeted by the same smiling face as night before. How was your day Sir? He asked. Tiring still better than last night’s situation, I winked with a smile, obviously teasing. He laughed, and said, guess what, the room had two bad bulbs and that is it, just the two that you tried. That is really a bad coincidence, I supported with sympathy.  Not at all Sir, it was a lesson for us. I had a meeting with the house keeping staff and have made sure that they will add 'checking each switch, each bulb and each appliance' in the room as a part of their room readiness checklist. We don’t want any guests to go through the situation like you did last night. It should take almost no extra time to check this. Starting today this is the new norm. His enthusiasm was obvious and somewhat infectious.

Next day I checked out and that experience stayed with me. A week later I received a thank you note from the hotel for helping them improve their processes. I am sure whenever I or any one in my organization visits the same city, that is my recommended hotel, because they listened.

I work for service industry, on the technology side and this experience helped me (re) learn a few things. The Light bulb came ON for me!

A)  More than one  inaccuracies of similar type can be perceived by client as a deeper issue needing major action (in my case I changed room, but a client may replace vendor)

B)  Trying to underplay the issue, playing coincidence card or forcing a solution to client against their plan may escalate damage

C)  Accepting the client suggestion with genuine interest in solving the issue (however tough the stakes are) always pays

D)  Informing the client on how you plan to safe guard against similar situations in future can further strengthen your commitment for future

E)  Thanking the client after the fact for raising the issue and helping improve the solution is a must as the most difficult client is one who is not happy but will not complaint

F)  Empathic service is always best sales strategy for service industry.

कुछ चीज़ें बेशकीमती होती हैं - बस एक रात

एक और याद, जो शायद 1987 से 1995 के बीच ही हुआ, इस लिए कुछ नयी पीढ़ी वाले दोस्त, भाई, बहिन शायद इस का उतना लुत्फ न ले पाए.... और इस बार सिर्फ ४ पंक्तिया क्यों कि अगर आपको यह याद वहां ले गयी जहा से यह आयी है तो आप कई किस्से सोच के  खुद ही मुस्कुरायेंगे.

तो चलिए फिर  मिलिए उस एक रात से और सोचिये। ..... 

कुछ चीज़ें बेशकीमती होती हैं 

जैसे बस वो एक रात...... 

दोस्त , यार , मोहल्लेदार 

एक दिन में प्लानिंग 

दो दिन का लंबा इंतज़ार 

एक नयी , एक पुरानी 

एक अंग्रेजी और एक डरावनी 

रात बस एक और फिल्में चार 

और एक किराये का वी सी आर (VCR)

कुछ चीज़ें बेशकीमती होती हैं 

कुछ चीज़ें बेशकीमती होती हैं 

जैसे....... 

Trick or Treat - Anyone?

Whenever I feel I may not be brave, I think of that night that comes once every year. The night when I bravely stand them.  I am talking of the night when my house is visited by the strangest creatures. The ghost and the goblins, the ninjas, the wizards and witches, the zombies and the fairy princesses holding hands with each other (yes the fairy princess and the zombie holding hands) as if it is all normal. I face them not only with no fear, but a hint of smile, welcome them to the threshold of my house, and comment on their cuteness in spite of the ferocity of their looks. It always ends with me offering something more precious (to them) then my soul (even to those vampires), a bowl full of chocolates.

Trick or Treat they yell. Though I want to see the tricks these mini ghosts are capable of performing, but the look on their faces make me offer the sweet treats I am holding and they are always so kind to spare my soul intact and even thank me for the chocolate. Secretly I am tempted to play a few tricks of my own on them, but the look on those painted faces (when getting the candy) is so precious that I have to suppress that urge. (The thought how other parents may treat me next morning at the school bus stop is a strong reason as well)

Halloween Night, the night to disguise and the night to trick or treat. The night to invoke in you whatever you fancy.

Halloween, a festival I didn’t even know exited, while growing up in India. But we had our fair share of trick or treating as kids on Lohri (a festival celebrated in most of north India in January). We will go our version of trick or treating in the day collecting goodies from the homes in the neighborhood, and have songs ready for those kind generous neighbors who treat you well. And some not so friendly songs full of satire for those who don’t want to share with little kids dressed as peasants. Sunder –mundariye HO!…tera kaun vichara HO!…. The song went on with claps and foot thumping with someone starting to dance at the tune and others joining. The cold winter day filled with warmth of fun and festivity. And then the collection from the day taken to the center of community for a huge bonfire, the woods to burn and the peanuts and the rewri (a hard candy made with molasses and sesame seeds) to be offered to fire before savoring the taste. Also the dressed up “Emperor Deer” Dance a specialty of a small city of Udhampur (and neighboring villages) in J&K, the state where I spent all my school years.

I miss those moments and those days, but Halloween brings it all back, changed to a new format. “Sunder Mundriye” is “Trick or Treat” now. Emperor Deer and his followers (mostly antelopes, with occasional other animals) morphed into more creative beings. But the spirit is same. The feel is same. The festivity is same. The fun is same. The thread is same that runs through the beads making the beautiful necklace. The Necklace that connects us all through the countries and continents.

Trick or Treat was a few weeks ago, Sunder Mundariye is a few weeks away and I am sitting in the middle, contemplating how my childhood is woven with the childhood of my kids, though in different times, different nations, following different traditions, celebrating different festivals still feeling the same.

The hand that runs the thread through the beads, smiles from heaven and asserts, “This is my Trick and this also is your Treat.”

कुछ चीज़ें बेशकीमती होती हैं - कॉलेज के दिन

पिछले साल ग़र याद हो, अपनी कुछ बेशकीमती यादो तो आप सब को सुनाया था । कुछ पुराने लम्हे साँझा किये और फिर से जिये । वादा किया और कुछ कहने का, पर मसरूफियत यादो को धुन्दला देती है.... आज एक और बेशकीमती याद बाँट रहा हूँ, शायद फिर से पिछले साल जैसा सिलसिला शुरू हो सके. नीचे पिछली यादों का पता भी है, अगर फिर से उन्हें देखने का दिल करे।
अच्छा लगे तो बताना.....

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अब कॉलेज के दिन,,,,,,,,

कुछ चीज़ें बेशकीमती होती हैं
जैसे कॉलेज के वो पहले दिन
सतरंगे और रुपहले दिन
नए लोग, नयी जगह
नई चुनौती नई वजह
कुछ कर गुज़रने का जज़्बा
पर मस्ती करने करने की मंशा
कैंटीन की चाय और ब्रेड पकोड़े
जान से प्यारे दोस्त --- थोड़े
हॉस्टल से मेस तक ठहाके लगाना
मेस के खाने में गलती बताना
परीक्षा के दिनों दिन -रात जागना
परिणाम वाले दिन  मंदिर को भागना
छोटी-छोटी बातोँ पर भी धरने का सोचना
ज़िन्दगी में कुछ बड़ा कर गुज़रने का सोचना
दिवाली पे घर वालो को याद कर
दोस्तों संग अनार -पटाखे फोड़ना
वह चार साल नई ज़िन्दगी बना गए
क्या कुछ सिखाया क्या कुछ दिला गए
अब भी याद में ताज़ा है
कॉलेज के वो पहले दिन _ _ _कुछ चीज़े बेशकीमती होती हैं

कुछ चीज़े बेशकीमती होती हैं

जैसे........ 

Airport -Collage or College

A collage spread in front of the eyes. Colorful, bright, diverse, happy, weird, and so much more, but above all beautiful. That is how I see the airports. Whole life packed in one place with all its nuances. Almost as a miniature world contained within.  I have thought of capturing it with my camera, recording the sounds and the pictures of all what is happening but always refrained from doing the same as capturing will contain and limit what I feel when I am at an airport.

First thing you see is age, from the unborn children still in the safety of the womb under the swollen bellies of their mothers to wheel chaired grown-ups amassing the experience of almost a century, and then everyone in between.

Then you notice the work and leisure contrast between the suited men and women going for the ultra-important meeting. Their body language screaming of the urgency and importance of the travel. Their mannerism as crisp as the crease on their suits. On the other hand you see folks all set for vacation, laughing, planning, clicking pictures while making victory signs with fingers and grinning. Barely able to contain the excitement of the days ahead. Their bodies, their faces, their cloths all giving out their destination and vacation plan to whoever has time to watch keenly.

Next thing you find is the extremes of joy and sorrow. The sad, somber faces of those going to see an unwell friend or family member or to attend a funeral. Striking contrast with the happy and excited faces of those going to celebrate a new born or a wedding or a reunion with family or friends after years. All ends of life from birth to death, health to sickness, celebration to mourning visible in these groups.

And then you see the cultural diversities, fashion statements, food choices, those rushing to catch a plane and those idling to kill time waiting for a long delayed flight and a million more things.

All the diverse groups of people sharing the same space at the airport, waiting for the same aircraft to arrive, boarding the same planes. They may vary in their clothes, food habits, faith, skin color, age, health, financial status, liking, professions, travel needs and so much more. But they all stand unified while waiting for the flight to board. While complaining for the late arrivals. While worrying and pacing to avoid missing a flight. While following airline staff instructions. They join their fate when they sit in the same plane, each experiencing the same turbulence and same service. Every trip through an airport, teaches me how world should be. Unified in diversity. And that is what the "Human Being" is about. Isn't it?

Random Perfection

A perfect day as I may suggest is full of differences. Many related and unrelated items all complimenting each other randomly yet there is perfection in that randomness.

Close your eyes and feel my definition of a perfect day.

It is spring, the winter has decided to go to rest and summer is yet getting ready for its time. The day is sunny with some wandering clouds. The sun is lazily shining; neither hot not cold, just warm. Perfect warmth to gently rub the skin with a comforting warm feeling. However there is breeze flowing, not the frigid air of the winter, but pleasant breeze of spring, gently massaging the sun warmed skin with a mild comforting cool. The sun is moving; on a determined path; in the sky but the clouds are floating almost aimlessly. At times as if playing hide and seek or tag with the Sun, and none of the two ever knows, what game they are playing. Who is hiding and who is the seeker. However both enjoying the game none the less.

Perfect harmony with nothing being absolute, with nothing being perfect, just mutually opposing forces, in a mutually respecting harmony, with almost no boundaries. Freedom to express, freedom to Be and freedom to follow own path without having to block others.

The seasons, the weather, the Sun, the clouds, the air all respecting each other’s presence and all complementing each other. And all celebrating each other’s virtues. A perfect day!

Open the eyes once you have felt this, and think; Can the world has similar random perfection? If not for us, at least for the next generation? A thought that I find worth contemplating.