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A successful show is an outcome of Hard Work of Back Stage Heroes

Here’s a heart-felt tribute to each one of them.

On 26th day of November 2014, when my phone rang three times in a row, little did I know, it was a call from my destiny. I was engaged in an important client meeting and felt a bit irritated with the continuous calls. The number was not on my contact list, and I began wondering as to who may be calling. After wrapping up the meeting, I called back and heard those enthralling words, “We’re calling from ICAI. Congratulations! Your paper has been selected for the National Conclave.”

Hearing those words, my mind raced into the flashback to the moment when I submitted the paper. A friend had informed about the organisation of the event. I was happy to learn that it covered ‘use of MS Excel’ as one of the topics, which happens to be one of my passions. With the intent of giving it a try, I typed out a paper, pulled in some screenshots and sent it to the specified email address.

While the thoughts were buzzing in my mind, a soft voice over phone brought me back to the present. She (Avita Ma’am) asked, “So, we want you to join us for the event and present the paper. Sanchit, would you be able to make it?” It was a moment of great joy for me.

I asked for some time to check with my boss before confirming my participation. I broke the news to him, and Sir generously encouraged me and quickly sanctioned the leave.

Immediately after I confirmed, Avita Ma’am shared the event details. I began thinking about how to prepare for the presentation. After a lot of deliberation I finally called up my mentor, CA Parveen Kumar,  and asked for his guidance. Following his advice and guidelines, I started with the power point presentation.

With an inflow of wonderful ideas from my colleagues, and a lot of hard work, a draft version of the presentation came into being. I gave a mock presentation at office, and received great feedback. I fine-tuned the rough edges and finalized the presentation. Many thanks to Shivani Ma’am, Sharanam and other members of the office team for your valuable inputs and support.

Finally, the Day of the Journey arrived.

On the way, I was thinking about how the things would go and what to expect. I reached the city an hour earlier than the scheduled time and called up the coordinator, wondering what to do next. The coordinator, Sagar, was there to pick me up and dropped me to the hotel. Soon, we drove to the venue and attended the technical sessions on Company Law and Service Tax. It was followed by an Orchestra Performance.We had a great evening with lots of music and dance.

I was scheduled to be the second presenter for the day. The moment I entered the auditorium, nervousness hit me. I almost panicked, when the video embedded in the presentation refused to play. My co-presenters and new-found friends helped me calm down and encouraged me. I finally managed to set the presentation right.

I was just done, when I heard my name announced. Due to some technical difficulty, the first presentation was rescheduled and I was supposed to be the first one. I said a small prayer before getting off my seat and finally took stage. I felt anxiety fade away once I begin with the presentation.

It went on  the point of time where questions were to be asked. Excel being not-so-easy tool, I was expecting a lot of questions. However, there was only one question and the session winded up.

After other presentations, we had a short speech by the Session Guest, where he provided a great feedback on the papers. The lunch hour that followed, provided an opportunity for interactions with students. Overall, it was an experience worth a lifetime.

I convey my heartiest gratitude to the entire organizing team for coordinating such a wonderful event. A special thanks to Aishwarya, Sagar, Ankit and all other members who put in ardent efforts to ensure comfort for the Paper Presenters.

The event was an enriching experience. The joy of being awarded with the “Best Paper Presentation” would have been incomplete without the delight of making new friends. I was unaware that a span of a few hours could help make such good friends.

Thanks a lot Aishwary, Bhavna, Gautam, Pooja, Pritesh, Ritesh, Sai, Shailendra, Subhash, Vidhi &Yogesh for being a part of not only this event, but also for the role of true friends that you all played with your continuous encouragement. It was your company, which made the duration of two days felt short. Needless to mention, it was an experience I shall cherish forever..

Cheers to our Friendship!

Wish You  A Very Happy & Successful Life Ahead..!!

Authors Note:

  1. Conclaves (similar to seminars) are organized by Board of Studies of the Institute of Chartered Accountants of India (ICAI) with the aim of imparting technical knowledge to the students and shape their personality by polishing their interpersonal, behavioural and communication skills. The Conclave being mentioned above was the first such event hosted by the Jalgaon Branch of ICAI (situated in North Maharashtra, India).
  2. Names have been mentioned in Alphabetical order.
  3. Thanks to Twsha Jain for Proof Reading the Article. 🙂

The literacy of the Illiterate

An evening out with friends, is something we all love doing! Recently, I was out with friends, at the Soda shop near Vijay X roads. We had ordered our drinks and were waiting for it to be served. Meeting after a long time, we were in full mood for masti. Teasing and then running after each other, had just begun.
As the drinks were being served, there came a ragged boy. He stood nearby and observed us for a while. Then he came forward and simply said, Mujhe bhi pina h, ek mujhe bhi de do...” I turned to look at him and saw a silent pleading in his eyes. He desperately wanted to have a Soda.
Though I am not the one to encourage kids to beg, something about him stirred me from inside. And, I bought him a glass of Soda. He looked up greatfully, and ran off with the glass. I observed him, only to find that he had taken the glass to his family, comprising of his mother and a younger brother. With great love and affection,  he gave the first sip to his brother. Only after seeing the smile on his brother’s face, he tasted it himself.  He even asked his brother to fetch an empty glass (which was lying near the dustbin) and divided the Soda into halves.
This was the level of compassion I observed, in people whom we generally disregard as Illiterate and rowdy. He had no formal training or schooling. He didn’t have any teacher explaining the importance of training, yet he qualified..
Although the soda was consumed by the family of the boy, the bubbles that rose up, made me rise. They made the lesson I learnt from the kids rise to a new level. It proves that
“Love, needs no schooling.”
Its a feeling inside and all we need is a bit of consciousness.
Time to say Goodbye

Bidding Farewell – Goodbye HLIC !

Three years back, I entered the college gates for the first time, to seek admission. I was in a dilemma, whether to pursue my graduation from HLIC or not. With guidance of Abhishek Sir and Parag Sir, I was finally able to answer the BIG question, and I am both glad and proud of my decision.

I remember myself as a quite person, keeping to myself most of the time. The beautiful journey began with a wonderful first day, and I was late. I was under an impression that since, my home was next door, I could simply walk in any time. Trying to hide the anxiety, we all went to our respective classes. A short briefing was followed by ice creams and the day was over. We made some introductions in hopes of making new friends.

That was the first day, as I remember it. And today, the last day of college greets us. Time flew with wings and the passage of three years passed, even before we could realize. Yet, the changes these years have brought in me, in my mindset and knowledge level have been tremendous. It is today, when I look back, that I realize why it is said that college days are the best part of our lives. We spent 12 long years at school, but still the kind of bonding we have in college today, is missing there.

Attendance in lectures (with special emphasis on proxies), the last-minute project presentations and cramming a day before exams now form a part of beautiful memories. We learnt a lot, both in the class and even more, outside it. I also met few people, whose friendship I shall cherish for lifetime. The support from the admin staff (especially office and library staff) has also been a crucial part of this journey.

In a few days, I am shifting to Mumbai, to embrace new opportunities there. So, through the medium of this message, I would like to thank all, who helped me, guided me and supported me on this path. Without you, life would have still been there, but it would not be as good or as interesting as it is today!

As they say-

“It is always the end, which makes us realize how beautiful the beginning and journey was”

Will Miss You..

Parting Notes – Graduates Now..

When I woke up today these lines from “The Road not taken” by Robert Frost came to my mind-

“Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.”

Often, we get so used to some things; we begin to think they shall always be there. We take their presence for granted. But, one fine day, this seemingly permanent thing simply walks out of our life. And with tears in our eyes, we bid them goodbye!

We meet a lot of people on daily basis. They form our list of acquaintances. With increased instances of interactions and ‘chance meetings’, some of them turn into friends. Out of this group of friends, only select individuals come really close to us! These are the ones; we share our secrets with, our sorrows and moments of happiness. These are the ones, who were there with us, while we were indulged in all those crazy things!

Farewell night yesterday, reminds me that all good things come to an end. So, at last, all we are left with is memories. These memories are loyal, and they never leave our side. They give us hope, to look forward to the future, but at the same time, keep us tied to the past.

Today, as I stand on the departure point from my college life, I take a moment to look back and visualize the wonderful memories. Starting from bunking lectures to ‘enjoy the campus’, time spent at JBs, organizing event and participation in other events, all now seem a part of other life. College was like a second home to me. While for others the college hours ended at 11:30, for me the time continued till late in the evening. As the realization of college life coming to an end, sinks in tears flow down. But, it is the end, which serves as a new beginning.

We are stepping into our professional life. This is the CAREER MODE. I wish that, all that you undertake, turns out to be a great success. And, even if it does not, just move ahead, because many more opportunities are waiting for you. Needless to mention, my support is always there for you. Whenever you need me, just turn around, and I will be there, happy in your moments of joy and sad in your sorrows. Every day, I pray that ‘Our friendship stays like this forever and for ever”

On a parting note, I will say that each one of us is like a star. We have huge potential to shine out and be the SUN.  But, this potential is hidden. So, go ahead and explore this potential. And let me assure you,

“WE are gonna ROCK!”

Cycle of Life !

The tree was like a BIG Daddy.

Today, he was reflecting back on the beginning of the journey. Spring had come with new and tender leaflets. Warm weather and longer days in summer aided to their full growth. He was so proud of green and healthy leaves. Each and every leaf was dear to him. But, the leaves started falling sick. Their color turned yellow. Fall came and took away whatever was left hanging. The leaves finally departed and formed a part of the soil. The tree tried to reach out to them, with its roots. He wanted to extend his support, to the leaves; he so lovingly had taken care of. But, the leaves continued decaying. Winter was coming and the tree would be fully bare and lonely. He would miss the chatter from young leaves.

But, he was not sad. He was happy. Though there were tears in his old eyes, yet he had a smile on the face. The tears were for the dear departed leaves and smile was in anticipation of arrival of spring. The cycle would begin. The new leaves would soon join him. His heart was filled with joy, on visualizing himself once again surrounded by the green.  The birds would again come to play with him, to tell him the secrets about the far-away land. The lands, he could never go. Not that he actually wished to go. He loved the soil too much. For that was his home. It had provided him the nutrition and taken care of all his needs. He was content to just hear about the other parts of the world.

What we as humans face, is no different. Even our lives are dominated by presence of specific things, events or even people. We often tend to develop an emotional attachment to various things or events. We carefully nurture relationships, giving in a lot. We make a lot of compromises for a few happy moments. But, there comes a time, when either/all of this, can no longer be a part of our life. It is at the moments like this, that we need to stop and reflect.

Was the past, so important that we spoil our present and future for it? Happiness, success, sorrows and failure is like a cycle. When, we have one in our life, the other is just standing in the wings, waiting for its turn.

Foolish is the man who gets arrogant in the moment of success & is crestfallen during failure.A wise person realizes that both of the situations are nothing but, temporary.


"Dosti me No Sorry, No Thank You !"

Sometimes, thanks is a mere formality. It is just a word, like any other, used to demonstrate politeness. But, at times, Its a heart felt expression. A medium to express the Gratitude you feel for a person, not because of what they did for you, but for simply being there. Its an expression that conveys the feeling of happiness and content from a heart filled with joy, to the heart of the contributor of that joy. Its comes alive. Its not longer just a formality, but comes out from deep inside.