Its my life

Shatha Belagodu a friend of mine in 2nd PUC. He was an active smoker. One fine day he pinged me on Gtalk and said brother i left smiking 8 years ago, April 19th, 1999 after i flunked my PUC man. The will power it gave me was amazing. Thanks man it's because of people like you. I am proud of him today. He is well settled in USA and has completed his Masters in Science and is working with www.earthtech.com . He remembers me for the advise that i have given to him. Great bro!

Marketing is basically an art of creating awareness in the mindspace of the stakeholders. How one does is typically based on his mindset and the relevance to the approach. As age has changed new platforms have evolved and is enabling to redefine market spaces. Typically marketing front ends with the customers and create mindspace to helphim in his decision making. Blogs, Online marketing, Wiki, Linkedin, Influencers (Analyst Relations), Branding, Second life, are some of the new medias and avenues for marketing. On comparision to traditional marketing channels such as hoardings, posters, news articles, magazines etc have created some intrests in people.

Kotler has defined 4 p's of Marketing as 1st P - Product 2nd P - Price 3rd P - Place 4th P - Promotion Services Marketing Defines 7 P's of Marketing as 5th P - People 6th P - Process 7th P - Physical Evidence But for an organizations success there are 9 P's which can be attributed as 1st P - Process 2nd P - Patience 3rd P - People 4th P - Passion 5th P - Pressure 6th P - Policy 7th P - Pride 8th P - Performance 9th P - Profit

… with me Magical I think you are, Pouring from the heights of the seven skies; You rain on the world below, on everything, On me. You hail from the paradise. You have- Blessings, freedom and beauty. God created you, created me; But why hasn’t he given me- Blessings, freedom and beauty? I have nothing… with me. Often I am struggling and sad, Loner I am, around me there’s no lad. I can hear you but not the words- Words of happiness care and love; I see you oh rain drops, though my eyes are filled with tears; I see also that blessed every soul is around me: Are they not sad and lonely? How could they be, for they are so glee! And here I am the unblessed. There is no blessing… with me. We all have the freedom to breathe, to live. Freedom to Think, to feel. I do breathe, live, Speak, think and heal. But not the way I want to, I cannot. For I am entangled in the fine threads that make the minds of my people, My society. Oh you lucky rain! I envy you for You

After completing my professional education in Mechanical Engineering, i wanted to be an adminstrator. I chased dreams. My parents were very reluctant to it though. My mother had lost her leg in an accident and was hospitalized. My dad had lost his job for a stint. I was at home. Nevertheless in these tiring times, i persuaded to continue my education. Christ College gave me a platform to excel in all the activites and brought out a talent out of the rough diamond to glitter. I excelled in academics and extra curricualr activites, be it with in the college or outside representing the college in outside forums. Me hard work and sincere efforts were recognized and was honoured with the "BEST OUTGOING STUDENT AWARD" for my batch.

It was the most nostalgic moment in my life. I was in the waiting list for a job which i had aspired for. My placement cell had just sent out a communication to me about it. I was dejected about it. All of a sudden an e mail pops up in my inbox and it says "You are shortlisted for an International Paper presentation competition at a seminar in Indian Institute of Technology, Mumbai". It was a dream come true. I along with my fellow and a professor had presented a paper on " Entrepreneurship in Emerging Economies". We had inveted a new statistical model called as "DKS" model. Which is know as Dikshit, Kalpesh and Shreyas. This news overshdowed my placement news and i was all out to go to Mumbai. The first ever international conference on Entrepreneurship and we were presenting a paper. Way to go christites!

Drishti was a paper presentaion competition at Christ College Institute of Management, (CCIM). It is based on DR. APJ' s Dream - Vision 2020. All first year management grads at the institute will have to present a paper. This will be review internall in their respective class and teams. Later the best among them will be choosen for the final presentation at the event organized by the college. Industry stalwarts will come and judge the event. Jerry Mukkadan, my dristi brother had presented the paper on Social Issues and was selected to be the best among our class mates which will go to the final presentaion. We were prepared for the presentation and the content had all the stuff to make people interesting. It had the Vande Mataram song sung by Lata mangeshkar at the end to pep the presentation. Jerry Mukkadan had given the technical blitz kreig to the presentaion and unanimously we were judged the best presenters for the show. Then on myself and Jerry were called as Drishti Brothers

It was my first year of management education at Christ College Institution of Management CCIM). A green color poster is strikingly visible on our college notice board. It has an open invitation to all the B School students to participate in a business plan competion hosted by National Innovation Foundation (NIF), Ahmedabad and Indian Institute of Management (IIM), Ahmedabad. It was a social innovation project, where all the rural innovations are segmented and offered as a real time business plan for students to commercialize the project. I was curious to explore this opportunity and created a team of 4. Team DRISHTI (Avijith Choudhary, Apeksha Chaplot, Paul William and myself). NIF had given the option of choosing our project. Based on our convience, logistics and feasibility, we opted for "SEPTIC TANK BAFFLE SYSTEM". Septic tanks are tanks which are used for drainage systems in rural parts of the country, where there is no central drainage system. It is predominantly made of

O meri laila, suno mera kehna! Nasheeli raat ki is baarish mein, Chupe chand ke nazarroin se, More ki nachne, mujhe tumhara hawala kardiya hain. Tumhara khoobsoorat ki aankhein, humhe rangeen nashe mein dubaadiya hain. Aawo mara saath chalo, is desh ki itihaas ki grantho mein hamara pyar ka kahani likhete hain.