<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622</id><updated>2011-07-18T22:56:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a two pointer's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-114638686798375706</id><published>2006-04-30T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:41:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no writing these days</title><content type='html'>hey fellas no time to update to mah blog :(  if u wanna catch me then check out the UP road ways and the trains going to UP might found me , touring touring and more touring these days , wat else u can expect frm the mkting guy selling "sabun aur tail, gaon gaon jake ;)  " thats the life these days but seeing and experencing the real and rural india , although nothing new for me coz me also belongs to rural india only but seeing there life frm the mkter point of view :D  , seems me becoming MBA day by day , hehe, but i thing i sud say rural mkt have huge untaped potential and alot to do there see ya guys have a train to catch ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The image “http://www.tsiindia.com/gifsnew/uttar-pradesh-map.gif” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors." src="http://www.tsiindia.com/gifsnew/uttar-pradesh-map.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-114638686798375706?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/114638686798375706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>my summers placement</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.nalandaassociates.com/portfolios/HLLlogob.jpg" height="220" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is my destination for this summers prepared to slog me ass ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where u r heading......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-114296799773036896?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/114296799773036896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=114296799773036896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/114296799773036896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/114296799773036896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-summers-placement.html' title='my summers placement'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-114105509466092033</id><published>2006-02-27T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:48:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice poem i found</title><content type='html'>well i was just surfing through the sea of internet and information , i found very true and nice words to share with you ppl . So here they are ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_78620"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean you are a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean you haven't succeeded yet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean you have accomplished nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean you have learned something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean you have been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean you had a lot of faith….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean you don't have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean you have to do something in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean you'll never make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean it will take a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean God has abandoned you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean God has a BETTER IDEA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Failure doesn't mean you're punished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It does mean a chance to try something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So it is true! Failure is never final !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all of you....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-114105509466092033?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/114105509466092033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=114105509466092033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/114105509466092033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/114105509466092033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2006/02/nice-poem-i-found.html' title='a nice poem i found'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-114001371196508399</id><published>2006-02-15T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:14:51.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam fever ;)</title><content type='html'>its strange na!!!!!!! i normally never fall ill but just before every exam i suffer with fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same like i have exams starting tom :( and i am having fever , not only normal fever i guess it is exam fever do u guys have any medicines for it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to get well soon frm these exams....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-114001371196508399?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/114001371196508399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=114001371196508399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/114001371196508399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/114001371196508399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2006/02/exam-fever.html' title='exam fever ;)'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-113803201850576717</id><published>2006-01-23T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:03:29.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first PG meet of year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/470/1986/1600/IMG_1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/470/1986/320/IMG_1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carzy footballer, ramdeo baba, guitar killer , raka . zero in on me, hitch hiker, vipin singh, dr anshuman , albatros , abhishek , and finally me in red jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well these are the pagal and insane ppl of the capitol if u see them any where than ppl plz, call the pagal police , coz they could be dangereous for the industry coz every one is upcoming bonds in mgt ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-113803201850576717?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/113803201850576717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=113803201850576717&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113803201850576717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113803201850576717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-pg-meet-of-year.html' title='first PG meet of year'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-113691342695463893</id><published>2006-01-10T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:18:40.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Great Lessons from Druckers life</title><content type='html'>1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello." I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain One night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The MN took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others." Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it, if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" `&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her. "Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-113691342695463893?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/113691342695463893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=113691342695463893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113691342695463893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113691342695463893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2006/01/five-great-lessons-from-druckers-life.html' title='Five Great Lessons from Druckers life'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-113620670561055055</id><published>2006-01-02T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:01:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things b-school dont teach...............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stepping out of B-school into the real world is like learning golf from manuals, or like teaching yourself cricket online. You have all the required theoretical inputs; a clear understanding of the rule book, the jargon and concepts; a dash of history to boot; and anecdotes and trivia as fillers.&lt;br /&gt;As this package comes in contact with reality, it goes through a range of emotions, starting with denial, wrath, angst, confusion, wonder, and finally settles into pragmatism, with bouts of nostalgia and a few clear learnings that are far removed from what the rule books preached.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: the real world teaches you some home truths that academia does not touch upon. In our journey down the road of experience, some of them get etched as gospels. If I were to pick a few of them, and share them here, they would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brevity: All the case studies, presentations, analysis and concept notes do not prepare you for the first reality of life. The world does not give you the opportunity to expound on theories over a 40-page Word document, or a 120-slide PowerPoint presentation.&lt;br /&gt;In most real life situations, you get a tiny window in which you need to make your point, in as impactful a manner as possible. The more august the audience, the shorter the time.&lt;br /&gt;From 10-second one-line summaries, to elevator pitches, to one paragraph e-mail, you need to cultivate the habit of being concise. There are no second opportunities in a real-time scenario.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping that in mind, all your thinking needs to be crystallised and constantly carried around, to capitalise on the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clearer the thinking, the easier it is to say it succinctly. I would like to see the day when we put tight leashes around time, space and resources, and start recognising and appreciating brevity as a virtue in academics, instead of letting duration, length or aesthetics drive judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People skills: Real life is about real people. It involves dealing with diverse personalities, cultural backgrounds and competencies that you do not normally encounter in B-school. The challenge is, thus, compounded and you often see stars of academia unable to deal with this core reality. Working with, dealing with, and successfully arriving at mutually beneficial and satisfactory decisions on a day-to-day basis is what the real world teaches you -- sometimes harshly. Understanding, communication and appreciating someone else's point of view is difficult. It is seldom as the books expound, a clear rational process aided by the theories of people management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Execution: In B-school, all that you learn is from books, periodicals, case studies, which do not prepare you for the biggest differentiator in the real world: the ability to execute.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most understated competency needed, it hits you between the eyes the first time you try to execute a plan, a project or a campaign. The various parameters you deal with and the fickle nature of the elements are not issues you think about in B-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need to plan with buffers, with alternatives, and the need to keep an eye on the ball at all stages of execution, cannot be overemphasised.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in our desire to move ourselves up the knowledge curve, there is a propensity to take this skill for granted, and most management programmes don't expose you to this harsh reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dealing with failure: Learning to live with failure is another of those often not realised truths. In the real world, we are constantly dealing with the fact that not all decisions, activities, interactions, strategies, or communication translate into success. My favourite saying is that learning comes from experience and good learning from bad experience. But no B-school teaches you to take failure in your stride. More often than not, there is enough time to mull over a failure or even lick your wounds. Facing it with grace and bracing yourself for the next set of decisions or actions is what the real world is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will still deal with the same environment where we failed; at times, lead the same team that could not pull it off, have the same limited facts and figures and information; and more importantly, yet have the same objectives to achieve. It can be a humbling experience, which no education with books or classrooms can simulate. Dealing with failures is paramount. Otherwise, a propensity to shy away from decision and action for fear of failure can easily become a self-fulfilling prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Multi-tasking: This is probably the most common, yet the most demanding task. Unlike academics, more often than not, executives have to deal with the very real implications of their ability or inability to multi-task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial, organisational and people implications are the riders we contend with. On a day-to-day basis, the ability to multi-task, yet prioritise and drop a few tasks and live with the implications is something no classroom can teach in its entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quickly estimate the impact, segregate the critical, handle them with speed and calm, constantly scan the environment for changes, and build them into your thoughts and actions as you go through the day, is an experiential learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to this the fact that often, the information available is scant or incomplete, there are always a few angles no one knew about, the unpredictability of people we are dealing with -- and your hands are more than full. In hindsight, vision is often 20-20, but reality is not.&lt;br /&gt;B-schools do give you an understanding of the tools, aids and theories with which you need to arm yourselves, but where they fall short is in correctly teaching the application and the virtues of experiential learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-113620670561055055?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/113620670561055055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=113620670561055055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113620670561055055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113620670561055055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-b-school-dont-teach.html' title='things b-school dont teach...............................'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-113522963067084173</id><published>2005-12-21T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:33:44.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living life Nemo's way..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zachtei.nl/nemo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.zachtei.nl/nemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://membres.lycos.fr/benootmarjory/mondenemo.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://membres.lycos.fr/benootmarjory/mondenemo.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams gonna start by 26th dec , people are studying like anything, when ever I meet finance students of my class they hardly look anywhere other than their "I M Pandey" , hope so that if Mr Pandey will read my blog will be very happy to know that he is one persons who create gr8 finance guys in the country ............... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being a two pointer study for me is like " Delicious food of a Dhaba" one can enjoy it occasionally but if u have it every day u will fall ill ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when the class of Corporate Finance was going on, being a "backbencher" i was not interested in the finance it sucks........................ so slowly slowly i got bored by finance, I opened a friends laptop and i asked her anything good in it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said nothing much but yes a movie called Finding Nemo is there , that was enough for me to kill the time. So i started watching the movie with earphones in my ear to listen the dialogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was just like any other movie for me but as the movie started showing its true colour , it was becoming more meaningful for me . Not because it was made by Disney, not because I like animation movie. But because how truly it showed that even a smallest fish was struggling for its life and the courage showed by Nemo was beyold the words.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I always says that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" there is nothing like losing in life , either u win, or u will learn" . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That was the attitude showed by Nemo and by his father , he crossed oceans, fight with sharks, survived from valley of jelly fishes, a small fish did legendary work to prove his love to his child. But it was more of courage it showed on his part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think alot of times me also act as Nemo. I think alot of friends would agree to it coz they say I am still a kid only my body muscles has grown not my mind ones :-) , I do childish things which at times put me into the middle of the hurricane, and poor me inside that hurricane can see only world in spinning more faster ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would call that attitude as good one coz if ur not bold enough to stand out and to stand on your ground , u can never ever face the mirror with the satisfaction inside you , u can never look into ur own eyes. If the Nemo never showed that dareness than he might have died in that fishtank only , but he never wanted to feel the taste of defeat without fighting the war. And he won , he won bcoz he wanted to survive, coz he wanted to live life in that vast ocean , where he can do what ever he wanted to do, to swim beyond the limits..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to live his life to fullest.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at some point or the other everyone have to prove himself to the world, that yes I have something which no one else is having. But the truth of life remains the same that "live the every moment of it" , coz every memory , every smile , every tear make a chain , chain which is called Life..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I realised that the movie was over the professor was taking attendance, after the class got over the maguu's of the class were reading some heavy stuff on finance , I came out of the class a realised how beautiful the day is :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-113522963067084173?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/113522963067084173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=113522963067084173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113522963067084173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113522963067084173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2005/12/living-life-nemos-way.html' title='Living life Nemo&apos;s way..............'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-113501012392310138</id><published>2005-12-19T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T08:55:50.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whom u choose - friends or ur study group?????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.choose-life.org/images/stand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.choose-life.org/images/stand.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.choose-life.org/images/stand.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well first lesson what I learnt in a b-school was not from kotler, porter, aaker , was not thought by any professor at insti , was not related to marketing, finance or operations....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very first lesson of my b-school life was that " U can never make good friends here"........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly I thought that it wont be true but later as the rollercoster ride of MBA journey started off than day by day it got clear that people are here to ready to even kill u for there own mean and there benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I know my self , since the day I make decision's for me I always prefer my friends over anything, whether it is marks, exams or even CGPA nowdays. I helped them whenever they wanted and whatever they wanted me to do, whether its is ethical or not , whether it right or wrong, whether it is legal or illigal , i never step back from helping my friends.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did just one mistake i never told them how much they mean to mee , how much importance they carry in my life , coz my philosphi in life is that friends is the biggest asset you can got , friends is the biggest earning andbody can earn throughout his life , coz when he will someone to talk he cannt talk to money he had earned , whenever he will cry his money can never console him nor the money can stop the tears falling from his eyes only a friend can do it........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mba can make a person money making machine but can never teach money it not something what u need in your life , mba can produce gr8 HR manegers but can never make good human beings, why still the values of truth, friendship, inegretyand harmony are tought only in books but not inculcated in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i dont knw that whether iam doing it right or wrong but still i do prefer friends over anything else but i dont know when they gonna grow up they are still who prefer to be first in class or in insti , they still want thier group to be dumb ass magoo type of people rather than those who talk practicle funda's of life, they still prefer those people who know all the formulas of statistic's but not those who know the markets, people in mba still have a missconception that people with higher CGPA can do the magic , people with higher CGPA can turn the world around ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for this i have story i personally know one person with CGPA of 3.31 out of 4 topper of his college in one of the top ten bschools in country, appeared in 15 interview's for final placement's but he made a record , he was rejected by all of companies he applied for ..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of the story is its not the CGPA or marks which get u the job u always wanted, its not all about the studies, its all about ur attitude and what all u wanted to do in your life, and the people who would be most happy when u get any sucess in ur life would be ur friends only no body else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so frnds just listen wat ur frnds want to say u , and most important do let them want they wanted to say coz " if u cannot understand ur friends silence u can never understand thier words"....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its ur own wish to choose ur study group's maggu type of people or ur own real friends who was there all the time when u needed them . So earn the real assets , real pearls , real diamonds which means friends ............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-113501012392310138?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/113501012392310138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=113501012392310138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113501012392310138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113501012392310138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2005/12/whom-u-choose-friends-or-ur-study.html' title='Whom u choose - friends or ur study group?????????'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19955622.post-113484406288730567</id><published>2005-12-17T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:27:42.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naming my blog</title><content type='html'>a new thing to start in life Bloging :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was reading alot of blogs but never tryed to start one one of my own, but now i cannt say that too , coz now i have my own space , my own world , u say my own things, to express my own feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought that starting a blog would be easy task coz u just have to go and write what you want to , whether it is meaningful or not , but when i started my own than i come to know how much patience it need to get started . I took around 30 mins just to think what should be the name of the blog , also asked friends Suhit(friend from my fore school) and Dilip(alias guitar_killer) . they gave me alot of name and suggestion for the name .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its my blog , my space and about my life, so i decided why not to tell about the life of people who score low in the CGPA's and how they make more out of life, how they make there world more meaningful and more colourful...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the reason it is " Two Pointer's Life".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19955622-113484406288730567?l=sumitpawar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/feeds/113484406288730567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19955622&amp;postID=113484406288730567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113484406288730567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19955622/posts/default/113484406288730567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sumitpawar.blogspot.com/2005/12/naming-my-blog.html' title='naming my blog'/><author><name>Sumit Pawar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14810471125059684944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
