नंदन निलेकणी यांच्या भारताच्या भविष्याबद्दलच्या कल्पना (Video)

आउटसोर्सिंगमध्ये अग्रेसर असलेल्या 'इन्फोसिस'चे दूरदर्शी प्रमुख कार्यकारी अधिकारी, नंदन निलेकणी, भारताची सध्याची प्रगतीची घोडदौड सुरू राहिल की नाही, हे ठरविणार्‍या चार प्रकारच्या कल्पना समजावत आहेत.

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नंदन निलेकणी यांच्या भारताच्या भविष्याबद्दलच्या कल्पना (Video)

शुक्ला बोसः एका वेळी एका मुलाचं शिक्षण (Video)

शुक्ला बोस यांच्या मते, गरीबांचं शिक्षण म्हणजे फक्त आकड्यांचा खेळ नव्हे. त्या आपल्या परिक्रमा ह्युमॅनिटी फाउंडेशनबद्दल सांगत आहेत, जे निराशाजनक आकडेवारीच्या पलीकडं जाऊन आणि प्रत्येक मुलाला स्वतंत्र व्यक्ती मानून, भारतातील झोपडपट्ट्यांमध्ये आशेचा किरण आणत आहे.

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शुक्ला बोसः एका वेळी एका मुलाचं शिक्षण (Video)

केन रॉबिन्सन म्हणतात - शाळा मारुन टाकतात निर्मितिक्षमता (Video)

सर केन रॉबिन्सन एका मनोरंजक आणि अभ्यासपूर्ण संभाषणातून मांडत आहेत संकल्पना एका अशा शिक्षण व्यवस्थेची जिथं निर्मिताक्षमता (दडपली जाण्याऐवजी) जोपासली जाते.
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केन रॉबिन्सन म्हणतात - शाळा मारुन टाकतात निर्मितिक्षमता (Video)

Home Away From Home (Short Story)

Tushar was packing up for the day. Almost all of his assignments were near completion and he was getting ready for a week-long holiday.

It was his first year away from home and he was feeling quite homesick. He was missing his family so much and was always looking for a reason to be with them. Every festival in last few months had left him craving for celebration and his weak point, home-made delicacies. This time, he got his leave sanctioned well in advance, booked his tickets, did shopping for mom & papa, and was just waiting for next week to pass. This 15th January, he would be with his family celebrating Sankrant and enjoying mom-made sweets.

Thinking of his holiday plans, Tushar habitually refreshed his Inbox before shutting down his PC. Couple of new e-mails appeared. He ignored weekly maintenance notices from IT Dept and proceeded to check the last e-mail. It was from his manager, probably asking him to submit next week's schedule in advance. Tushar opened the e-mail with subject - “Urgent & Important!”

From: madhav.k@in2solutions.in

To: tushar.j@in2solutions.in, sandip.s@in2solutions.in 

Cc: vaishali.d@in2solutions.in 

Date: Friday, January 7, 2011, 5:57 PM 

Subject: Urgent & Important! 

Team, 

Just to update you, I will be leaving for the 3-day conference on Monday. We have been invited for another conference in the same city next week. I would extend my stay and cover both the conferences. I would be back by 20th of this month. 

Tushar, 

Received your presentation. Appreciate your efforts & skill in pulling out all details so fast. This is going to help me a lot in the Outsourcing Managers' Conference! I would also like you to handle the client visit in my absence next week. 

I will be available through e-mails & phone, in case you need any help. 

Regards, 

Madhav K 

Manager – Operations 

In2Solutions Pvt Ltd

 

Tushar read and re-read the e-mail in disbelief. All his plans were ruined in seconds. The holiday planning, train booking, festival shopping, all in vain! He re-read the e-mail to see if he could find a way out. Madhav, his manager, would be out of office; and Sandip or Vaishali, his colleagues, were too new to handle client visit. This obviously compelled him to cancel his leave and stay back with the work.

He sat there for some more time thinking about all his plans. When he could not think of any solution, he just replied the e-mail with an “Ok.”, shut his PC down and left for home.

Back home, Tushar called up his parents to inform the change in plan. His mother was very disappointed to hear that his leave was canceled. She had planned to prepare his favourite Gool Poli for Sankrant. But now, he was telling that he would not come. Tushar avoided talking in detail with his mother, as he himself was upset. He cut the conversation short and switched on his laptop to check personal e-mails.

While going through his Inbox, he could not keep his favourite food out of his mind. He opened a new window and googled “gool poli”. Along with many links to Gool Poli recipes, he found something different. It read -

“Khawakee - Love of Eating: Gool Poli on order...”

Being curious, Tushar clicked the link and whoa! He was taken to the world of special festival delicacies. Puran Poli, Ukadiche Modak, Khajachi Karanji, and yes, his favourite Gool Poli, too! He saw the actual product photographs and decided to call them first thing in the morning.

“Hello, is it Khawakee?”

“Yes, what do you want to order?”

“I found your website and saw Gool Poli photos. Can I order them for Sankrant next week?”

“Sure! You must have checked the rate and other details on our website. How many Poli's would you like to order?”

“I'd like to have 10 Poli's... no, make it 15, my roommates would also have. 15 Gool Poli's. Where do I collect them from?”

“No need to collect. They will be delivered to your home on specified day. Please give me your name and address.”

“What?? You'll deliver them at my place? Can't believe it! I'm not ordering pizza. It's Gool Poli, right?”

“Yes, you will receive your order at your place! We deliver Gool Poli, Puran Poli, Ukadiche Modak, all fresh items, at your doorstep.”

“And what about payment? Do I need to make any advance payment to you?”

“No advance! Just pay on delivery.”

“My goodness! So happy to hear that. Have to tell mom 'bout this! Please take down my address...”

“Yes, please!”

Tushar gave his address, contact number and confirmed his order details. As soon as this call ended, he called up his mom to tell her what he had found out. His mother, too, didn't believe what he was telling. But, she was happy to hear her son's cheerful voice. “Let's hope you get what you want,” was all she said.

Tushar was so excited about next Saturday, the Sankrant festival, that he forgot his ruined holiday plan and resumed to work on Monday.

The next Saturday, at the time specified by him, Tushar received his order of 15 Gool Poli's. He was so happy to see nicely packed sets of fresh mouth-watering Poli's. Just couldn't wait for tasting them. His roommates, too, liked the tasty Poli's and Tushar called up mom to tell her how happy he was.

He also called up Khawakee later in the day.

“Hello, this is Tushar.”

“Hello, thanks for your order. Hope you liked our Poli's”

“Absolutely! All of us liked them and would love to order more. Do you prepare these Poli's after Sankrant festival?”

“Yes, all of these items are prepared and delivered throughout the year.”

“Wow, that's great! Then I would like to order 20 Gool Poli's for next month, when I leave for my hometown. I want them for my mom. I'll confirm the date once my leave is sanctioned. Is that ok?”

“Sure, do let us know your schedule at your convenience!”

“Thanks, Khawakee!”

Home Away From Home (Short Story)

कल

कल से डरोगे तो आज कैसे जियोगे?
कल याद आयेगा वह कल तो आज ही है ।

कल

वचन

वचन नको देऊस
उगाचच अपेक्षा वाढतील,
'प्रयत्न करते' म्हण
कदाचित मनेही जुळतील.

वचन

Helping Grandma (Short Story)

“We want pizza, we want pizza,” children were screaming and jumping around. Grandma was on the verge of losing this battle of Pizza Vs PuranPoli. For quite some time, she was trying to convince the children to have PuranPoli's instead of Pizza.

“Don't start that 'our culture - their culture' thing again, Grandma,” the eldest of them, Neha said.

“Yes, we don't want to try anything just because it's our traditional food,” added Siddharth.

“You are confusing issues, kids,” Grandma was struggling hard, “I am just asking you to try this item once. Not because of tradition, but for a change, it's worth trying!”

“But we want pizza, we want pizza,” the youngest one, Atharv found this shouting part most interesting.

“Look kids, I am not saying pizza is bad or puranpoli is better. I am just saying that you children should taste different foods. Why not try something which is really yummy and traditional, too?” Grandma's diplomacy!

“But we have never tried that before. How could we like it?” asked Neha.

“That's exactly my point!” Grandma exclaimed, “If you don't try it, how will you like it?”

“But we want pizza, we want pizza,” Atharv continued.

“Shut up, Atharv,” Neha said, “Grandma has a point.”

“Hmm, we should give it a try, what say?” Siddharth added. Grandma grinned.

“Grandma, give us a moment. Siddharth, Atharv, come, let's decide!” Neha took the lead.

Grandma's grin expanded. Looking at her grandchildren having serious discussion, she slipped into fond memories of various delicacies she used to have. She remembered how all relatives and family-friends used to appreciate her cooking. Grandpa used to call her 'Annapurna' (meaning bestower of food). Throughout the year, the whole family used to celebrate different festivals through cooking delicious food items. Any good news or happenings were communicated through different types of sweets. Any homely parties and celebrations were incomplete without homemade spicy and tasty meal. On any occasion...

“We want poli, we want poli.” Grandma looked at the group. The children were approaching her, with Atharv shouting again, this time for poli, not pizza.

“Grandma,” Siddharth said, “we all have decided to try puranpoli's today. You win!”

“Hurray,” Grandma joined the screaming group. This was the best part - one wins, all celebrate!

“What's happening?” came in Swati (Neha and Atharv's mom). Everybody stopped and looked at Grandma.

“Oh Swati, good that you are here. I won the bet! You owe me a treat now,” said Grandma.

The children looked at each other. This was surprise for them. What bet? What treat?

“So you could convince them on puranpoli's? I can't believe it!” Swati exclaimed.

“So that was a part of your bet, huh?” Siddharth and Neha turned to Grandma, who was grinning at her win.

“We want poli, we want poli,” Atharv continued.

“See, I win! I win!” Grandma was really happy.

“Ok, ok, you win. But what next? Who's going to prepare puranpoli's?” Swati mentioned the logical part first.

There was silence for a few moments. Then Grandma said, “I completely forgot about that. I used to prepare 100 poli's in a day. But can't prepare so many of them now.”

“Nor do I,” Swati confessed, “I am not so good at that.”

“Now what?” Siddharth and Neha were puzzled.

“We want poli, we want poli,” Atharv continued.

“Grandma, this is not fair,” Neha said, “you won the bet with mom. Now serve us poli's or accept you lose!”

“Wow, that's a turning point!” Swati exclaimed.

“Wait, wait,” Grandma was not easily defeated, “let me try something.”

The children and Swati waited while Grandma spoke on the phone.

“Hello, Shalini?”

“Yes, how are you, Nalini?”

“I'm fine, but not very fine. Need your help.”

“Why, what happened? Everything ok?”

“Don't worry, not that serious. Actually, I won a bet with my daughter-in-law, but seems to lose it now,” and she narrated what happened in the house.

“Ohh, ha ha ha,” came the reply, “you are so funny, Nalini.”

“Come on, don't make fun of me now. I need your help.”

“Ok, ok. I had similar situation last week and didn't know what to do. But somehow I could get the solution.”

“And what's that?”

“Khawakee!”

“What?”

“Khawakee, that's the solution.”

“You are making fun of me, ain't you? Please help me seriously.”

“Yes, I am serious. I got this from somewhere last week. Khawakee delivers fresh puranpoli's at your doorstep.”

“Really? Like they deliver pizza?”

“Absolutely! And it's yummy, tasty, and homely!”

“Can't believe it! The kids would be amused. Give me their contact number.”

When Grandma told the children that she has ordered puranpoli's on the phone, they didn't believe her. Not even Swati!

“How's that possible?” asked Neha, “that's not pizza, Grandma.”

“Wait and watch,” Grandma said.

“Your friend must have joked with you,” Swati guessed.

“Just wait and watch.”

“We want poli, we want poli,” Atharv was at his best. Grandma drew him closer and said, “Just wait for some time, dear!”

Ding-Dong! The bell rang and everybody ran to the door. Swati couldn't believe her eyes. She was holding neatly packed, fresh puranpoli's and the children were jumping around her to get their share.

Grandma closed the door behind her, stared at her happy family, remembered her good old days, and muttered, “Thanks, Khawakee!”

Helping Grandma (Short Story)