Ek Number!

It is a Nagpuri word. I’m in Nagpur… finally!

For work and for using my 24 hours to good effect. On the first day I reached home in 10 minutes flat. In that much I never crossed my vicinity in Mumbai. Weather is good. Thinks are looking good.

Ek Number!  😀

The Talent Bandwagon

Me introducing Ajay Kulkarni will be a little too much. 🙂

Some one who is from Nagpur and did his SSC/HSSC between years 1997-2000 might already know him as a meritorious student. His background and illustrious career so far speaks about his talent, knowledge and intelligence. If Ajay doesn’t start his own venture, I’m sure we are talking here to some one who’s gonna go very high up the corporate ladder. Enjoy your share of vision. 🙂

Somalwar. BITS Pilani. ST Micro. SP Jain school of Management. That looks like one hell of a journey. How has it been? What next?

Yeah, it has been an exciting and eventful journey full of learning from peers, seniors and from my own mistakes. The best part of this journey was BITS Pilani. Those were the years that groomed my personality and I am happy BITS happened to me. The most important part of getting into good schools and working at brand name companies is the kind of people you meet and the network you create. It is your asset which you can leverage at any point of time in life.

What next, well I am looking forward to working at a startup company into the upcoming field of digital marketing. Lets see how that works out… Continue reading

GPOW: VCA Stadium, Jamtha Nagpur

Another great one from Ajay. I have already told you the location and you can guess the time. 🙂

Vidarbha Must be Separated

I commented on an on going debate on Prateek’s blog. I thought it should serve a good purpose of further elevating the cause of the separate Vidarbha statehood movement.

Smaller territories are better managed. So I’d accept the argument of dividing the states into further smaller groups. But there has to be a logic. There are some politicos wanting to make a separate state just like that. Such power hungry opportunistic people should definitely be stopped.

Taking the cause of Vidarbha ahead, Nagpur, if you see, was never a part of Maharashtra. It belonged to a territory called Central Province during the time of British Raj. When Indian republican states were formed, Vidarbha initially belonged to Madhya Pradesh. However after the ‘Samyukta Maharashtra’ movement, it got embedded with Maharashtra.

Vidarbha also has a link to mythology. Rukmani, Lord Krishna’s first wife was said to be the princess of Vidarbha. In recent past (300 years), Nagpur region of Vidarbha came under the Bhonsales, who were an off shoot of Peshvas and Raja Shivaji. Hindi was the official language of the dynasty then.

We have a rich history and excellent geography being misused.

Vidarbha holds two-thirds of Maharashtra’s mineral resources, three quarters of its forest resources and is a net producer of power. Throughout its history Vidarbha has remained much calmer during the communal troubles than the rest of India. But it is plagued very much by poverty and malnutrition. It is less economically prosperous compared to the rest of Maharashtra, primarily because of the politicians from Mumbai and around. Though rich in minerals, coal, forests and mountains, we were always underdeveloped because of the continuous dominance of the political leaderships from the other parts of the state.

Tell you more, Nagpur has been voted as the second greenest and cleanest city in India, behind only to Bangalore. It has consistently featured in the 10 best cities to live in India.

The literacy rate in the major cities in Vidarbha (8 of them) is higher than the whole of Maharashtra put together. And we are still underdeveloped.

Need I say more?

Dilwalon ka sheher

I was a part of a debate in my office yesterday regarding life in various cities, migrants, quality of life and lifestyle et all. There were people advocating various locations and why bigger cities like Mumbai or Delhi are bad. To be fair, I have divided loyalties when it comes to the city I love.

Mumbai is where I am right now. I’ve been living here for almost 4 years and must say that I have spent some better days of my life here, if not best. I came here as a migrant to this city 4 years ago. Chance coupled by a desire to be here and career growth brought me to this city. When you land here as a new bee, the city gives you a characteristic choking feeling and uncharacteristic independence of thoughts at the same time. I was awed by the high life, the glamour and the glitz around as much as I was rued by my chances of getting up there quickly enough. None the less, in last 4 years, the city has given me all it could… and there is plenty more to come. It gave me my jobs, it gave me real close friends, money, and what not. It also almost gave me death and at the same time it gave me my life back. Every day, Mumbai throws a new challenge on my face. Everyday I look in the eyes of it and say, “This is all you could conjure today?” Probably one of the reasons why I may not leave Mumbai, not to soon!

I was born, brought up and educated in Nagpur, a mid sized city in the heart of India. It is more popular for its oranges and as one of the regular test cricket venues. In fact, lot of people who have not known Nagpur still think its a small town. I beg your pardon, the town has a population of almost 30 lacs. I was educated till graduation here, however for better career prospects as well as higher education, I had to move to Pune. The has come a long way since I left it almost 6 years back. It has its own share of multiplexes, malls and every thing (well almost) that a large city should have. On any day, given a chance, I would love to go back and do some thing from Nagpur. I know most of us are patriotic about our home city. But believe me, there is a strange charm about the city that keeps pulling you to it over and over again. (I hope my wife’s reading this 🙂  ) delhi

Dilli (Delhi), dilwalon ka sheher! This is another city I admire. I have been to Dilli many times, mostly for my father’s business commitments. Then later for my friends, my own business commitments and finally on route to my honeymoon. Every time I went, every time I liked it. In fact, I found people from Dilli more welcoming than the guys from Mumbai (Need Example? Raj Thackeray). Its large, its developed, it has its weather extremes and it is really amazing. I haven’t stayed there for long. But I would love to. I know about all the issues regarding safety in Dilli. Yeah, it is a concern. It is still not upto the mark. Still I like it. Hope I get a chance to stay in Dilli, even for a short while.

Hmmm, what does this look like? Tale of three cities? Stupid post may be.

The Scot Who Loves Nagpur

Posting a comment from a Scotsman Andrew Nanger, who loves to be here in Nagpur. Great to read that my city is being loved and admired from some one who is not even an Indian.


What a nice tale of a return to the Orange City from one of her own! I too have enjoyed Nagpur, having had small business there from 1998 till 2004.
Apart from the City, for me there was also the plaesure of meeting so many Nagpurkars, who were mostly kind and caring, and so many of whom became my friends, still to this day.
I am from UK: born in Scotland, and it was so nice to see that so many Scots who had come before me, long ago, had left their mark. The Agnes Henderson School for Girls is but one example of this.
I used to stay in Tuli International Hotel during my regular 3-monthly stays, and even inside that fine establishment one could find the true Nagpur hospitality. I have been away too long: comming back soon! Need a coffee at Poonam Chambers, and some shopping at Sitabuldi.
Many regards to Nagpur. Be safe and well.

Second Class Waiting

My journey to Nagpur last weekend was no less than eventful. The festival of Rakshabandhan fell on the long weekend. Moreover some people also had a leave on 19th August. So taking advantage of the leaves and spacious Indian Railway bogies, most of the home going enthusiasts thronged Vidarbha Express (It runs between Mumbai CST and Gondia via Nagpur). I was one of them 🙂

I couldn’t muster a confirm reservation for myself in the Third AC compartment. So I asked my friend who apparently knew an agent to book a tatkal ticket for me. Promptly he helped me with the bogey and the seat number. However there were two others who had sought his help and one of them was handed the ticket. So my first task was to locate them once I enter the compartment. All I knew was his first name. Anyway, so the train romped its way to Dadar station. I was in no hurry to get inside assuming since I had a confirm ticket, there was no way some one else could occupy my seat. I was proved wrong later. Even before the train could halt, the riotous mob was already inside. I some how managed to save my bag and made my way inside through a herd of wise men, large suitcases, crying children and seething ladies already occupying their places. I was up for another surprise… and frustration.

Although I managed to find my accomplices, there were 15 other people trying to occupy the cabin that could only hold 6 of them. Sweating profusely and grinning sarcastically, I pushed, shoved, chided and planted my bum on the whatever available space I could occupy. Beating Mumbai humidity in an extremely crowded train, that too when you have every right to occupy your seat is very difficult. I at least had a right to ask for my place. But imagine my situation if I had been traveling on a second class waiting ticket.

My anger subsided pretty quickly though, I was awed by the comfort and cheerfulness of people around me. They were ecstatic, warm and surprisingly at ease. With hot cups of tea, the communication broke out and the group started discussing Abhinav Bindra, Indian Cricket team, Nuclear deal, Nagpur, Manmohan Singh, IT industry, jobs etc. One of the families also offered us some food to eat. They had a small daughter who was very naughty. She made sure no body slept till midnight. And when I got a chance, I slept on half of the berth with remaining half occupied by the luggage. My generous mates shared a berth and gave the other one to a lady and her son. They were traveling on a waiting ticket.

I could hardly realise when it was dawn already. I reached Nagpur with happy memories. I called up my wife to tell he I was safe and sound and at home. She said, “Honey the train must have been very crowded. How did you manage?” How do I tell her, Second Class waiting was indeed fun.