Tuesday, May 27, 2008

The waiter who will be an IAS Officer...!


Inspired by the spider, the Scottish king Robert the Bruce told his men, 'If you don't succeed the first time, try, try and try again'
K Jayaganesh's story is similar. He failed the civil service examination six times but never lost heart. The seventh time -- his last chance -- he passed with a rank of 156 and has been selected for the Indian Administrative Service.
Jayaganesh's story is inspiring not because he did not lose heart but also because he comes from a very poor background in a village in Tamil Nadu, and though he studied to be an engineer, he worked at odd jobs, even as a waiter for a short while, to realise his dream of becoming an IAS officer.

Read on for Jayaganesh's inspiring achievement, in his own words:
Childhood in a remote village
I was born and brought up in a small village called Vinavamangalam in Vellore district. My father Krishnan, who had studied up to the tenth standard, worked as a supervisor in a leather factory. My mother was a housewife. I am the eldest in the family and have two sisters and a brother. I studied up to the 8th standard in the village school and completed my schooling in a nearby town.
I was quite good at studies and always stood first. Coming from a poor family, I had only one ambition in life -- to get a job as fast as I could and help my father in running the family. My father got Rs 4,500 as salary and he had to take care of the education of four children and run the family, which you know is very difficult.
So, after my 10th standard, I joined a polytechnic college because I was told I would get a job the moment I passed out from there. When I passed out with 91 per cent, there was a chance for me to get entry to a government engineering college on merit. So I decided to join the Thanthai Periyar Government Engineering College to study mechanical engineering. My father supported my desire to study further.
Even while doing engineering, my ambition was still to get a job. If you look at my background, you will understand why I didn't have any big ambitions. Most of my friends in the village had studied only up to the 10th standard, and many did not even complete school. They worked as auto drivers or coolies or masons. I was the only one among my friends who went to college.
I understood the importance of education because of my parents. My father was the only one in his family to have completed school, so he knew the value of education. My parents saw to it that we children studied well.
In search of a job
Four days after I completed my engineering in 2000, I went to Bangalore in search of a job and I one without much difficulty. My salary was Rs 2,500 at a company that reconditioned tools.
It was in Bangalore that I started thinking about my village and my friends. I wondered sadly why none of them studied and worked in good companies. Because they had no education, they always remained poor. There was not enough money to buy even proper food. There was no opportunity there; the only place they could work was the tannery in the nearby town. If they didn't get work at the tannery, they worked as auto drivers or coolies. In short, there was no one in my village to guide the young generation.
I thought would I be able to help my villagers in any way?
Getting interested in the civil service examination
Till then, I had not even heard of something called the civil services examination. It was only after I went to Bangalore and saw the world that I was exposed to many things. I came to know that a collector in a small place could do a lot. At that moment, I decided that I wanted to be an IAS officer.
I resigned and went home to prepare for the examination. I never thought resigning was risky because I had the confidence and knew I would do well.
My father also supported me wholeheartedly. He had just got a bonus of Rs 6,500 and he gave me that money to buy study material. I sat in my village and studied from the notes I received by post from Chennai.
Failed attempts
In my first two attempts, I could not even clear the preliminary examination. I had no idea how to prepare for the exam, what subjects to opt for and how to study. There was nobody to guide me.
I had taken mechanical engineering as my main subject. That's when I met Uma Surya in Vellore. He was also preparing for the examination. He told me that if I took sociology as an option, it would be easy.
Even with sociology as the main subject, I failed in the third attempt. But I was not disappointed. I knew why I was failing. I didn't have proper guidance. I started reading newspapers only after I started preparing for the examination! So you can imagine from what kind of background I came from.
To Chennai for coaching
When I came to know about the government coaching centre (external link) in Chennai, I wrote the entrance examination and was selected. We were given accommodation and training.
Because I got tips from those who passed out, I passed the preliminary in my fourth attempt. We were given free accommodation and food only till we wrote the main examination. After that, we had to move out. I didn't want to go back to the village but staying in Chennai also was expensive.
I tried to get a job as an engineer but my efforts turned futile. I then decided to look for a part time job so that I would have time to study.
Working as a waiter in Chennai
I got a job as a billing clerk for computer billing in the canteen at Sathyam Cinemas. I also worked as the server during the interval. It never bothered me that I, a mechanical engineer, preparing for the civil services, had to work as a server. I had only one aim -- to stay on in Chennai to pass the examination.
Attending the interview in Delhi
After I got the job at the Sathyam Cinemas, I was called for the interview. As counselling was my hobby, a lot of questions were asked about counselling. I was not very fluent in English but I managed to convey whatever I wanted to. Perhaps I did not articulate well. I failed in the interview.
Preliminary again, the 5th time
Once again, I started from the beginning. Surprisingly, I failed in the preliminary itself. On analysis, I felt I did not concentrate on studies as I was working at Sathyam Cinemas.
I quit the job and joined a private firm to teach sociology to those preparing for the UPSC examinations. While I learnt the other subjects there, I taught sociology. Many friends of mine in Chennai helped me both financially and otherwise while I prepared for the एक्सामिनाशन्स।

सिक्स्थ attempt
I passed both the preliminary and the main in the sixth attempt but failed at the interview s
While preparing for the interview, I had written an examination to be an officer with the Intelligence Bureau and I was selected. I was in a dilemma whether to accept the job. I felt if I joined the IB, once again, my preparation to be an IAS officer would get affected. So, I decided not to join and started preparing for one last time.
Last attempt
I had to give the last preliminary just a few days after the previous interview. I was confused and scared. Finally, I decided to take the last chance and write the examination. Like I had hoped, I passed both the preliminary and the main.
The interview was in April, 2008 at Delhi. I was asked about Tamil Nadu, Kamaraj, Periyar, Tamil as a classical language, the link between politics and Tamil cinema etc. I was upset since I did not wish the interviewers at the start and they did not respond when I said thanks at the end. Both the incidents went on playing in my mind. I just prayed to God and walked back.
The day the results were out
I was extremely tense that day. I would know whether my dreams would be realised or not. I used to tell God, please let me pass if you feel I am worthy of it.
I went to a playground and sat there meditating for a while. Then, I started thinking what I should do if I passed and what I should do if I didn't.
I had only one dream for the last seven years and that was to be an IAS officer.
156th rank
Finally when the results came, I couldn't believe myself. I had secured the 156th rank out of more than 700 selected candidates. It's a top rank and I am sure to get into the IAS.
I felt like I had a won a war that had been going on for many years. I felt free and relieved.
The first thing I did was call my friends in Chennai and then my parents to convey the good news.
Warm welcome in the village
The reception I got in my village was unbelievable. All my friends, and the entire village, were waiting for me when I alighted from the bus. They garlanded me, burst crackers, played music and took me around the village on their shoulders. The entire village came to my house to wish me. That was when I saw unity among my villagers. It was a defining moment for me.
What I want to do
I worked really hard without losing faith in myself to realise my dream. My real work starts now. I want to try hard to eradicate poverty and spread the message of education to all people. Education is the best tool to eradicate poverty. I want Tamil Nadu also to be a literate state like Kerala .
Just take my example. I could come out of a poor background to this level only because of education. I didn't get any guidance when I was young. So I want to give proper guidance to the youth in the villages. They have the ability to go up but there is nobody to guide them. I want to be a guiding force to such youngsters. As I come from that background, I understand them best.
Reservations
I strongly feel that reservations are needed to uplift the section of society that is at the bottom. Unless you lift them up, they can't come up. As they had been at the bottom for thousands of years, they are not equipped to compete with the higher sections of society.
Now that I am going to be an IAS officer, I will move to the creamy layer in reservations. My children would be from a background that is totally different from what mine was. If I continue taking the benefits of reservation, I would be doing injustice to society. So, I will not take the benefits again.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

माँ

A brief back ground to this poem.
This piece of verse is taken from a short story compiled by your truely, wherein the protagonist of the story Pratap , is sitting beside his ailing Mothers' bed in a hospital and is reflecting back on his long association with his mother ,- how she had shaped him into becoming an Acheiver, -the prime Minister of a state , despite being born into a peasants' family. Now is his time to pay back but Pratap finds himself too subdued for this payback..! this was despite him being a head of a state , a conquerer-- who had all the materialistic facilities at his toes...!


ए माँ , तू मेरे इस जीवन में ,उजियारा ले के आती है १
मेरे काले इस जीवन को, रंगों से खिलाती है !!
सोंचता हूँ मैं कभी, क्या उऋण हो पाउँगा ?
ऋण क्या माँ ,मैं सूद भी तेरा कभी जुटा न पाउँगा॥

कैसे भुलू मैं वह दिन , जब बुखार में मेरे तू जलती थी १
मैं सो जाऊँ चैन से, इसी लिए तू जागती थी ११
हार कर जब रोता था मैं, तू मुझे डांट समझती थी १
सब से छुप कर, किसी कोने में, दो आँशु रो जाती थी ११
- to be concluded






Thursday, December 27, 2007

Confessions of a passing out MBA grad. !

Last year Ben Bernanke, the chairman of the US Federal Reserve, earned $183,500. With bonuses included, this is almost exactly what a graduating MBA now expects to be paid to create PowerPoint slides for a bank or consulting firm. But don't expect them to look happy about it.
We (I graduated four days ago from Insead) have taken our core negotiation course, plus optional salary-negotiation masterclasses and we know that all first offers, no matter how generous, should be viewed as only inching their way into the ballpark of respectability. No wonder recruiters think we are arrogant.
According to the 2007 survey of recruiters run by the Graduate Management Admissions Council, the key gripes of MBA recruiters are about our unrealistic expectations, both in terms of salary and level of job. MBA hires are routinely perceived to be strong on analysis but weaker on interpersonal skills.
If ever a process were designed to inflate the self image of those going through it, business school is it. Before applying we peruse the tables of recent graduates' salaries and sign-on bonuses and read about the "truly world-class business talent" that employers come to business school to hire. And the tables do not lie. Potential employers do indeed greet us en masse at nightly cocktail events.
We are showered with attention, from corporate USB keys to invitations for get-to-know-you coffee chats. Soon we are happily filing our job applications, explaining to McKinsey, Google and three dozen others how their company might just be the right next step for us.
Perhaps this is simply evidence of the euphoria of the last few inches of the upswing. Certainly, recruitment in banking will be less exuberant next year. But it also says something about the process of MBA education.
The huge expansion of business education in the past two decades is a function of the schools' success in spinning ever faster the virtuous circle of recruitment. As schools place more and more graduates into higher-paid jobs, the more the salary expectations glitter and the more capable candidates flow in. Some recruiters cannot afford to play this game, so many schools end up funnelling the bulk of their classes into the banks and consulting firms that can.
The truth about people entering business school is that, at least when we arrive, we feel nothing like the global business leaders of tomorrow. Some of us are under-confident over-achievers. Others are smart people somehow stalled in their careers.
Some are looking to make a decisive switch from banking to consulting, or the other way round. All are committed to paying the fees and suffering the workload. And motivating us is easy - just set up a competitive grading system and stand clear as we stampede to claim our place at the top of the class.
We are also attracted by prestige. MBA student clubs, while often short on action, are never without treasurers, co-presidents and long lists of executive officers. No one of course wants to make phone calls or lick stamps - can't you see we are heading for the boardroom not the mailroom?
But perhaps the education itself is somehow responsible for this sense of entitlement.
The cornerstone of MBA pedagogy, pioneered in 1912 at Harvard Business School, is the case study. For the uninitiated, a case is a short business fable, usually accompanied by reams of data, detailing a business dilemma of some kind. Students analyse the situation through the eyes of the protagonist and decide on a strategy.
Initially, the cases are baffling. They address unfamiliar roles in strange industries and it is not immediately clear how my experience in financial publishing qualifies me to optimise the smelting of iron ore in a plant in Trinidad. Soon, however, with eight weeks of operations classes under our belts, you can't shut us up.
Truthfully, if you are interested at all in business you cannot help but find cases fascinating and the process by which we find ourselves confidently opining on them is positively scary.
But sometimes cases reveal more. For one of my final electives we read together the tale of a new MBA graduate who runs into trouble when hired to establish a local mobile phone franchise. We were full of advice for his bosses, including the inevitable demand for more training and mentoring, but strangely short on tips for dealing with the nitty gritty of rolling out a phone mast network or placating local politicians.
Our hero works hard but makes bad decisions, misses deadlines and is sacked. The shock in class was palpable. He can't fail, can he? His strategy seemed sound. He had an MBA from a good school (not as good as ours, but never mind). Surely he can't just fail? No one ever mentioned that in the recruiting bumf.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Ram

Ram hi toh karuna mein hain,
Shanti mein Ram hain.
Ram hi toh ekta mein,
Pragati mein Ram hain.
Ram buus bhakton nahi,
Shatru ki bhi chintan mein hain .
Dekh tajh ke paap Ravan
Ram tere man mein hain.
Ram mere man mein hain ,
Ram tere man mein hain.
Ram toh ghar ghar mein hain,
Ram har aangan mein hain.
Man se Ravan jo nikale,
Ram uske man mein hain.

That Boy !

Merrily Was I going that I saw a boy,
Sad was his face, Withered all my joy.
Turning to him I asked him ,”hey “
“Who are you? Your parents? ‘re they?”
“They?” murmured he and paused for a while.
“they no more . Killed in a blood spill.”
His answer shook me from inside.
For his parents were altered in a riotic tide.
With red on his shirt and red on his face,
The boy stood his ground to symbolize disgrace.
“what was his crime? For we punished him !”
“He was wronged for being a ram or a rahim”.
Here I was-the India the mahatma lived for,
And there was the boy-the India he dreamt nor.

Bura jo khelan main chala !

this is my tale of plight that i had the other day. plz read the following with a bit of compassion for me all through the read!!!!
I had a time of my life yesterday in a TT club here. There is this dangerous guy , who is known in the city sheerly due to his TT playing abilities. Hes' the captain cum coach of the district team that we have and often represents the state in sm events. Hes' as dangerous to look at as is his game. 80-90 kgs of meat stacked somehow in a skeleton frame...... on his face ,only the white of the eye is distinctly visible (may be due to its comparative color contrast.) You didnt need to stretch you imagination too far to conceptualize how Mahisasur would have looked. You only need to look at him and here you are, standing in front of mahisasur in blood and flesh.
You know those frnds of mine, they as they are threw a challenge on him that I play good TT and that I ll beat him.(in the game of TT ,that is. make no confusions)...
so you know ,,,,, pehla game to 21-2 se haar gayein ...( was not getting any clue of his serves, even all my smashes flew all across, but for the table, and on my serves he would smash(read smack) so hard that five red spots would appear on my thighs and arms instantly in each round of my serves.)
then in the second game I carried on the fight up to 21-4.(the ball seemed to dance to his racquet's tune and i was left a helpless spectator to those spinning smashes and serves.).That demon would grin at me with his each smash or serve of his. believe me had it not been for his giant built up, He would have been a dead man by now.. but his biceps (which incidently were as thick as my thigh muscles) restrained me from such ideas.
Nyways game three,21-8. but by now I had started noticing that he was very temperamental and would yell at himself for each wrong shot he played..
Well... this was my chance. It was now or never for me. Do or die(read lie), Prashant!....
I told(beguiled, lied to) him that his style of smash delivery was totally erroneous and that he should improve upon it. i shadow smashed few shots to demonstrate it to him. I even told him that his basics were totally wrong. I followed it up with few other tips too, knowing fully well that he was getting irritated with each of my suggestions .(how can a menial creature like me teach him the basics of TT ,the game in which he represents the city??)
well..... the iron was hot, it only needed me to give it a gentle strike and I , to your fullest of assurances ,very efficiently, did it and without any mercy.
. :-)
game 4.... 13-7. With the demon to serve. the stage was all set for him to route me with another show of his superiority. But .. but...hey, what r frnds for?
With each smash and point that the beast robbed of me, he was greeted with anti cheers(cheer for me ) and all the other discouraging compliments for him like , a frnd of mine yelled at him that.... iss se ghatia shot aaj tak nahi dekha maine? with other one adding that he only plays spin and is a very limited player...
perhaps this irked him and it was followed by a series of too many unforced errors from him.( accompanied with ear deafening yells which threatened to crack open the glass windows of the club ).
and here i was ,16-19. I was to serve. As a last nail to his coffin, I gestured to him to play straight which in any case he was doing. That soared his temperature to 106^F. with hands tumbling with anger, each of my four serves were greeted with a mach 3 returns.... but ... outside the playing area, with my frnds cheering me like a craze. this took him totally off the ground.
finally I was leading ,could you believe it, i wasn’t.?? .. without showing him my disbelief of the situation, i served it to him and stood like a helpless lamb waiting for the Martian to smack it at any place he wished it to. But God gracious, The Devil netted the ball with all force that he had.. Poor net...... it met with its untimely demise due to the ferocity of the last shot...
Could you believe it, I HAD WON... I had won against this beefy creature.
He could not believe it either. He stood his ground in sheer disbelief.
He was tasting his own medicine and me, the sweet lime soda.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

MY first ever blog

This is my first ever blog over the net and i dedicate it to the sources of all power and creation bhagwaan Shiva. He continues to show me the path and takes off all my pains. He guides me and teaches me the wrong /right. He guides us all........