Most of the Comparative examples are Quality vs. Quantity, but let me re-define the trend is changed now. It’s mostly Quality vs. Being First.

To make any product efficient, proper or in the well known terms Qualitative it consumes time. And we all know by your own experiences of calculation that Time is MONEY in many senses. Whereas Quantitative progression also consumes time but finds its easy economical ways to reach out to individuals.

One of the races me and my friends have is to either experience the quality, standard of life or be there first to experience making some compromises. I hate the word Compromise at it lead to no choice but learning more from life I realize we can also take advantages if we choose the right Compromise. More reading about life of Steve Jobs and his Competitors I learned that THE ART of COMPROMISE is a thing lacked by Steve which took him to heights and also falls of his journey. So best outcome is to learn the art of Compromise and CHOOSE to take it or not.

Above two paragraph might be somewhat overhead material for the readers thus I will simplify it in a form of Story.

Me and My sister always had a competition of watching Movies First. Let that be first day first show release on the nearest theater or the first telecast of premiere of any show. We had competition of grabbing it first and then blabbering to world about it that we have actually experience it.

This competition became more and more interesting when we starting living separate, when I was doing my engineering and she her schooling. Me spending my time at rented houses, or in a different state during my college – post college life and she living with parents. Both had pros and cons to access the movies and shows. When my friend Bhratlal joined me in most of my adventure to watch movies his choice was always to go for Quality. High Definition Prints of movies or preferably watching on Big Screen.
The taste of quality was drowning me which in overall time can be calculated as going towards betterment. But the race with my sister was still on. The race became intense when we both got crazily attracted towards an Animated Series called “NARUTO”, the drawback was its first release was on Japan and it released in India or other countries probably after 6 months. This clause made us both lag behind all the people who already saw the movie in Japan. And as social media connects worldwide now, thus our mates at Japan spreading word about the experience of movie series Naruto six months ahead of us definitely made us jealous. Lagging behind was not an option. Thus the solution was PIRACY which gave us the option of Being FIRST again or at least know what the world is talking about after experiencing the movie.

Definitely PIRACY is illegal but if a movie due to its quality or distribution fails to reach us, its their lack that the customers demand is not fulfilled by the Producers or distributors. If Naruto was Released in India, I am sure of all Naruto Fans, Me and My sis were the first to book and PAY for the Premiere of the movie. But that time Piracy was the only option.
Thus the right compromise still made us won the completion of watching the movies first. When I reached Australia, I first won the race to watch Naruto Part 10 watching it on theater paying 16$ at event cinemas. I won with both Quality and Being First as Naruto copyrights were very strict about piracy but in latest release Naruto Part 11, she again won as the print was leaked for few days. The race is still on….
Overall today here in Australia Watching a Hindi Movie is a difficult task as all movies don’t have world wide release and thus Piracy is again gives the best option to me to BE THE FIRST again.
Today most of world raising voice against PIRACY must also raise voice to good Distribution of movies. MOVIES and SHOWS at your desktop, on your laptop on your mobile device on the Day of its RELEASE.
As the race is not Quality vs Quantity

IT’S NOW THE RACE OF QUALITY VS BEING FIRST…..

Happy Day Guys

Have a Good Week Ahead 🙂

 

 

(Sorry guy, just working on some other projects and not able to come every Monday to post UTSP, but I will make sure every week this site is updated – Tapish Dongre)

This story is particularly told on various platforms of language and learning classes and I would tell you my version of it.

Once a lady of sub Asian region gets her first visa to go to Prestigious University of America. She gets her visa approved on a exceptional basis that she had the highest academic scores of her region. She topped in all subjects and thus wanted to discover what more she can do with the skills she has. Acceptance to a World renounced University for higher studies brings both joy and sadness in her family. Joy for the progress and sadness for the distance separating between her and her relatives. With full enthusiasm she boards the plane and lands in a new country. New country new rules, New way of living which she is ready to adapt. And this adoption goes on a faster level with new technology being already acquired theoretically in her primary education. After a month or two, the results of primary examination comes out. She scores the least marks of her class. Calculation, Science, History or Language, she looses her marks in all. As being an international student, her case is forwarded to Authorities concerning the academic growth. The panel of four members checks for her entry requirement in the class and is again astonished that even in subject like English, she scored 92 out of 100 which is a difficult score to gain. Without further delay the panel asks her first question, ” Our university comes form the top 100 universities of the world. We do our best to teach students the latest theoretical and practical guidance as best we could. But your scores seems dropping. Can we know do you have any problem that we can work out?”

To this the girl starts staring at the panel and gives no reply.

The panel asks again, “Dear let me re-frame, Can we help you by any other means that can boost up your marks? Is the teaching going well in your class”

The girl is again quite.

This time one member of the board gets quite grumpy and raises his voice and shouts, “Are you Deaf? Can you Hear What we are asking you?”

The girl is quite again and let me tell you form here, The girl was Deaf. Not Deaf by physical attributes but a “LANGUAGE DEAF”

She has learned English in her own Dialects and not by the way it is spoken in the university she is into. Yes it is true that English is the most spoken language throughout the globe but along the history English has developed numerous number of dialects separated by region or time. Thus Even after being academically having highest marks in region, she was practically deaf in all the classes of university as what ever the lecturer use to say in class was never being understood by the brain of this little girl.

This is a very old story and now various steps has been taken to irradiate this issue, but truly speaking the problem still persist. Very recently my co-worker and friend Bhavesh Patel told me another very funny incident what happened not too long ago in our working history. A Manager with primary English language decent gave instructions to her staff, the staff was language deaf and thus was not able to understand the instructions and thus did some work which was not suppose to be done. After finding out the mistake Manager came and inquired the staff the reason of the mistake and then the staff started explaining in her own accent what happened in the working arena. After the whole explanation Manager was still confused as she did not understand even a word coming out of staff. The co-worker of staff re-explained the matter to Manager and then she took over. After a while the co-worker asked the staff, what you told she didn’t understand at all. To which the staff replied,

“Dekho Didi, Maine Jo Bolna tha maine Bold Dia, Ab Manager nahi samze wo unka Problem hai”  🙂 lol.

Translation : “Sister, I spoke what happened at the working site completely, she dint understand its not my problem, its her’s.”

The joke was funny for us as this was the first ever example where the Manager was Language Deaf, and most of the time the case is reverse. 🙂

Concluding this article, I can only advice, learn different accents, different dialects, try again and again to hear what other dialect person is speaking, as  in no time, human brain gets the rhythm and learns any language or dialect with repetitive practice. Speaking for Experience, as Even I was a Language Deaf 🙂

Happy Day Guys, Happy Week Ahead 🙂

In Micro-Biology we learned, Resolution is the ability to distinguish two points placed very closed to each other as separate. In other terms we clearly observe that two closest object when placed together though can look alike or same when watched with a distance and closer we move or with the help of right tools we can see they are either two different objects, matter or perception.

Let me give you a scenario: On a beautiful Sunday morning, You are on a Beach watching far off mountain with your naked eye, appreciating the view you wonder the colours brown and green on distinct mountains adds up to the view of the Blue Sea with the rise of sun. But when you take your binoculars and see that the green colours on mountain are not random colours but Tall Tree leaves which you just mistaken for simple greenery. When you use Telescope to see more clearly, now you are able to see that there are separate distant species of trees and the colour green differs in shades among the leaves of different flora present on mountain. Curiosity drags you to sail your mini boat and you reach the other shore just to see the mountains very closely. Now you witness different types of plants some grown to the height of below your knees and rest above your shoulders. Taking one leaf, you may observe the design and random lines drawn on leaves. If you had a microscope you would have observed that the leaf has various elements pores other features which were never possible to observe when you were standing at the other shore looking at mountain form a far off end. More technology applied and more and more Resolution can be available to observe, learn and witness the microbial change in front of your eyes.

The similar analogy can be treated when a person’s view point is considered. The more and more we understand the more are we able to differentiate between two points as distinct. Thus in a way Education is the tool which improves our resolution. In schools kids learn step by step various views, concepts, theories and thoughts that was yet studied or proposed. With my knowledge till date, I haven’t learned something which was never pre-existing. In other words, what my elders learned long years back when they were discovering those time, I am discovering them now. In the analogy comparison, trying new tools, sailing to the mountain to actually experience the plants. As my elders had theirs chance to try new tools, in future even I would be discovering something un-resolved. But the fact is to consider that acceptance of new concepts and theories requires time. The breakage of previews views to establish a new one.

I quote this example many times that in Class 3rd we learned Sun comes form the east and sets in west. And only after class 5th we were able to accept the concept that on a comparative relative scale, Sun doesn’t move east to west, actually earth rotates and we experience the moment of sun limited to our view point. I guess I am giving too much scientific info and I should limit myself in this article only about the Resolution. My point is there is an age to learn all concepts, if you teach violence, sex and politics to a 5 year old, either he will get it wrong or not understand at all. But with time and more eagerness to learn, the kid will grow into an responsible adult with might be more Resolution than we have with us now.

Thus with Time I have faith that we will learn more things. Some discovered by other people and some not discovered at all. And I just request the people who were still at the Beautiful Beach on a Sunday morning looking at the greenery of the mountain, Take your first binocular or start your sail.

Wishes for a wonderful week ahead

Happy Day 🙂

Usually we get inspired by watching a video presentation, movie, speech or reading media which mostly provides us with an example of a success story where one person or a group could achieve the impossible, people often use the phrase the word impossible can be spilt into I am Possible. Personally speaking in my teenage I use to watch several videos and in my college days which makes us to dream that I am going out to the world and I am built to follow my dreams, to follow my passion and make a meaningful change in the society. The most inspirational series I started in my teenage and I still follow is Naruto which kept in me the spirit plus fantasy alive, the can do attitude and will of fire. But when it came to real world, Fantasy shatters the moment we keep our feet on ground. Back in India My Vice Chancellor was the first to de-motivate me. I also rememberOmkar Vinchure was also challenged that he will never get a job after having B.Tech Degree, which he proved wrong, and now it was my turn. After coming to Australia, and learning cooperate demand supply rule, I was again little demotivated that I joined Biotech to make the high-tech resources available to common man, and was told by course coordinator that in-spite of several good people working for various cause, the high end companies work for money and thus small diseases like malaria and various small viruses are been preserved and modulated among the population so that the money cycle keeps flowing. After loosing the purpose of motivation that future will have more challenges sometimes my mind trends to give up thinking that all those motivation was for waste, wonderland only exist in fiction stories, and in real world, the powerful always wins, though right or wrong.
I cannot see future…and has very less idea about what’s going to happen next…thus I have a habit to look into past….
The story of one of my primary-school classmate, always motivates me. It made me believe that even at Real world though small but change is possible.
In Class IVth to IXth, we KV school pupils were told to read out a loud in front of whole class a para or two of the lesson we are learning that day. That was most fun part of learning for me that I use to wait for my chance to read and spread my loud voice throughout the class. In class Vth we had a new student named Nabhila Ambekar, when asked to read a para in English, she use to stuck at every three words, I remember everyone laughed at her and she dint even complete her para and sat down. We were eager to know more and waited for HINDI class and even in Hindi she use to stuck in reading every three to four words. Everyone laughed at her again. Initially she did not have much friends thus kept it to herself. I knew little late that she use to live just two houses next to mine and seldom use to play outside like we all children use to. Everyday we use to wait for her chance to read out a loud, once she miss pronounced the word “Cycorax” as “XEROX” and for that day me and my friends called Xerox as CYCORAX (form the famous Shakespeare Novel The Tempest, the person who looked like a fish)
Just after two weeks we were all astonished to see, the girl who use to stuck at reading every two to three words started reading both English and Hindi para fluently with proper pronunciation. Teachers were impressed with the change and Students had no point for Laughing.
This was the first time for me to watch peer pressure made a positive change. And I am sure the time we use to play outside and watch television, she must have used to practice and practice loud reading to gain her classmate’s respect and shut the laughing audience, which she did.
Unfortunately, due to my rude behaviour in past we might not be friends today but her behaviour towards learning will always be my motivation. In real life, practice and persistence can clear all the boundaries between you and your goal.
Thus Some day In future, I would be a Industrial Biotechnologist along with a Motivational Writer and You will be the person You want to be…
Because in Real life….. IT IS POSSIBLE… 🙂

We always analyse a story or a content message and keep on filtering its positive or negative ones. But there are many things I need to learn in Life or Sometimes though learned cannot be decided as Positive or negative. Neutral Zones are only temporary ones for me. Thus is the story of my First Video Game.
In my primary schooling I was not the one who play on grounds. I like indoor games the most. Chess, Carom, Table Tennis, Billiards and Cards were the games I use to spend most of my time with. The World of Indoor gaming was going to be revolutionist in some years that I was not aware of. But I only heard of some technology called TV-Video Gaming. And finally the destiny called, and on one of my mom’s relatives home we went, I saw the TV-Video Game for the first time. It was Dr Premchand Bhagwandas‘s son Ameet was playing in his room. I was amazed with the technology. With pressing some buttons on screen the character called “Mario” jumps on the screen and walks. I was more amazed when he showed me a the next game called “Duck Hunt” A laser Gun was to be pointed on TV and then when We shoot on the screen, the Duck actually gets the bullet and is dropped off flying, and if we miss, the Dog Jumps up the bush and Laughs on us. That was the first Electro Magnetic Artificial Intelligence Insult a 90’s Kid can receive.
I wanted to play both of the game, but Ameet dint not allow me to, may be the game was very expensive to touch that I will spoil by torching it, was convinced to me. I dint question anyone back as my logical brain might not have developed at that age. Only thing I could do was that I came home and kept on Crying. My father did not like it. He felt it so bad and though I did not ask but on his next trip to Bombay (MUMBAI was called Bombay at that time) he got a new Castes TV Video Game form me. The first Time my brain Accepted that the NEW TV VIDEO GAME belongs to me now. The ME, MINE and MYSELF concept got its grip. Just like Ameet did not allow me to touch his Video Game even I did not allow anyone to touch mine. The concept grew bigger and stronger as time passed. Form MY VIDEO GAME to MY CAR, MY HOUSE, MY LIFE.
The small little poor “OURS” was somewhere lost in time, I was reminded by Aniket Garg in class XII that I even scolded him for touching my pencil box when I did not know him. It was initially difficult for me be with friends in my College life where things were used as common in friends. On a recent discussion with Bharatlal Choudhary rhetorical questioned me “Its just like asking the Motor-Byck in Engg. college was yours or mine” pointing out that somewhere back in College days I re-believed that resources belong to US and not ME
Currently I try my best to keep things to OURS but the Roots of ME, MINE and MYSELF are so strong that I don’t really care if I hurt someone.
The story of MY TV VIDEO GAME was definitely MINE but I guess even YOU have experienced some thing which you HOLED ON as only YOURS.

Cheer to Personalization

Happy Week Ahead 🙂

I had to wait for roughly more than 4 years to actually come out with this story. And At the end I would definitely love to share my journey. This post is not meant to defame anyone its just the story the way it happened.

In most of my post I will always ask people to find a good teacher so that you learn something new. Something different and something valuable to keep you marching forward. I told you to take their guidance, but I forgot to mention you the path of a disobedient student.
My father use to say there will be people in your life journey who might be rude to you, who might be not happy with your progress and who also would like to divert you form the path you mostly choose to become in your life. I personally like to be in a fairyland where everyone is good. Everyone is happy of whatever everyone is doing. But it was very late till I realize that fairyland is an Ideal situation, a theoretical concept and in real world even when you flip a coin, only the choosers of winning side of the coin be happy than the others. And though they choose heads or tails, they must learn to move on.
But this kid took a time to understand the difference between good and bad. It took me time as on my face, every other individual was happy, friendly and satisfied with my actions. But I was unaware of people who talk to you friendly and divert you form reaching to your goal. The momentary negative in them can hamper your whole life line. Thus it must be learned by everyone when not to follow your teacher. The key is simple when your mind stops working, Just follow YOUR HEART. People around you will be momentary unhappy but on the long run will respect you as a person.
In early 2011, I became the dis-obedient student for the first time. Dr. Manju Soni at Priyadarshini Institute of Engineering and Technology was the Head of Department of Biotechnology where I was perusing my Engineering Degree. After one of the student organised function of the department we were talking about the path to be taken in future after the degree. Everyone told her what they wanted to do. I remember Bharatlal Choudhary wanted to be a businessman after graduation. Akshay Korkalaiand Ankul Dogra wanted to use the degree and get a job. Gaurav Pendkeand Swati Gupta had their options open for Doing Masters. And I was the one who wanted to continue my journey with Biotechnology and Genetics as I planned in my class XIIth. After expression of my interest, Dr Manju Soni said, you must not waste your time in Biotechnology and its better you do a Personal Relations (PR) course. Then I replied to her, but I love Biotech, Even If I am not a scientist I would like to learn more and be industrialist, quality controller or just a writer to tell people the stories of Biotech Industries and industrialization. Who knows I might be story writer who uses the concepts of high end biotechnologies to publish some novels or paper articles. She replied, Biotechnology is not going to do any good to you. Better find a different path.
Many thoughts run in my mind at that point. I even thought that she being a Dr. of Microbiology and also Head of PIET Biotech Department would have more knowledge about the right decision for me. But my heart was unhappy with her words. Mostly I am first person to follow the teachers instructions, but this time I decided to Close my ears for a while. Lets not think what people what form me. Lets think about what I want form this life. Lets be selfish for a while. And just for the sake your own happiness FOLLOW YOUR HEART.
I tried to apply for CSIR to get into further research in Biotech but I failed. I applied to GATE for doing M.Tech but again I failed. My failures turned into frustration. I started avoiding my family, my friends and my so called life partner which I decided in early age. I kept myself isolated in room away form my family near Subhashnagar, Nagpur, INDIA. Somewhere inside me thought may be Dr Soni is right. And I should stop wasting my time. But then I met Shubham Deshmukh and Shubham Ballewar. Spending time with them and learning stories of their life made me more stronger. They were young teenagers who though financially or academically withhold to pursue further education but then they told me that they would try out different means. Ballawar said to me, Even If he dint get admission in Engg college, he would do Poli. and then go to Engg. second year. I learned form their simple style of living that nothing is stopping them form achieving their goals, what they dream of, then I am not that old who would stop my struggle then and there. I re-applied to all the exams again and also gave IELTS to try out different options to explore. The results came out; I failed CSIR by 2 marks and GATE by 1 but I cleared my IELTS and was then eligible to apply for Masters in Biotechnology not only in India but various countries abroad. I choose QUT, Brisbane Australia and transcended to other type of struggles. To meet new teachers and to be a DIS-OBEDIENT student again. Now I just know that even if people say that I cannot do any particular thing, I always have an option to close my ears and Follow my Heart. If I would have listened to Dr Manju Soni then I would never been able to reach this far. Thus I would like to say to myself, “ITS OK TO BE DIS-OBEDIENT STUDENT SOMETIMES”
And by doing this on 22nd July 2015 I would be awarded my Masters of Biotechnology form Queensland University of Technology (QUT).
I invite you all to watch my Convocation ceremony on-line live on 22nd July 2015, 6:30PM AEST (ie 2pm Indian Standard Time)
The link will be active/live only on the mentioned time above.

https://www.qut.edu.au/live-streaming/graduation

Have a great week ahead everyone 🙂 NEVER stop chasing your dreams

Exchange of Stories was the only amusement as well as inspiration at the time when Theater, Small and Big screen did not take over. In rural parts of India as well as Australia, by experience, people like to tell their life story to each other, or mostly one or two important incidents to even to strangers they meet in life. That way though the name of person fades, but the story remains in our mind. Even I would wish for a future when stories spread by me would be in memories of my readers.
The RICHEST TEACHER is the name given by me to one of my mom’s school teacher. The story in past goes;
Long time ago there was a Teacher in a primary education schooling of ODF Chandrapur. He was good at teaching his unit and disciplined in organised learning. As he was new to the batch of students in which Mom studied, they all assumed that while writing examination the papers will be corrected very strictly and all students might end up getting low marks.
When the time came of Result announcement, everyone was little shocked to see their own results. Average or slow learner students got Highest marks in his subject. Whereas normally academic high scorers got little low marks than their batchmates. The result was both surprising and frustrating for many. But it was still a mystery why and how the grading was given like that. When Second and Third Examination came the overall result was astonishing. It was a subject where all students of the class passed with Enough good grades which never happened with this batch of students. When Asked by many that how did he managed to overall get a good scoring in Final Board Examinations, His explanation became a story worth to be shared:
He Gave More than deserving marks to the slow learners. This created a self confidence boost in those students who always get low marks. They got interest in subject that this one is easy and if studied properly, can score more marks like they did in the first examination. The other section of students who normally were called high scores of the class initially got less marks than others. This ignited a competitive spirit in themselves. They realized that this subject needs more attention and we must study more to get better marks than what we got in first exam. The overall result was, Everyone in the class got an INTEREST to learn the subject. Everyone actually studied the subject because of positive result or fruit expected.
I call this man the Richest Teacher because in my schooling days, every teacher use to give less marks to students. We thought the teachers are little stingy or miserly as they never gave good marks to students as if the Marks are the property of theirs reserve bank or they have to give the marks form their own pocket. But the Richest teacher was different. He emptied his bank of marks to get Good Subject learners. He taught everyone that, “Roots of Education are Bitter but the Fruit is Sweet.”
I wish I had at least one teacher like that for me. And as our thoughts become things I did, Actually I had many such teachers not in my school days but in real working environment. In Australia I started my job with local 7×11 stores which was run by “stingy teachers” who always use to point out the mistakes in me while working. The fear of penalties from the mistake had to be paid by reduction in number of hours of pay while working thus slow learners student like me lost their self confidence and only focus in not doing mistakes at work. They day I left that job and joined two of the Leading companies namely RGIS and Spotless. I met many rich teachers, Every now and then the Rich teachers in the form of SUPERVISORS came to me and thanked me for little effort I made on the working arena. They appreciated for the small work I did in the company. Day by day I started giving more and more effort and finally came to a day when I was given the opportunity to become a supervisor. Now I am Rich or Stingy teacher that can only be answered by my staff. But I focus on teaching them that when they become a Supervisor, BE RICH FORM INSIDE and Appreciate the people around you, You many never know the person beside you might be a slow Learner like me who has just taken his/her fist step in the world of working 🙂

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On Internet you might find various videos where Exam Cheating is captured on camera by news reporter, students or any other media covering report. Today I would like to tell you an Exam Cheating story which thought not covered by media, thought not a big issue, but though caught, goes with a lesson learned and atticates installed.
In the year 2013 to 2015, I got chance to study in QUT, Brisbane, Australia. During my 3rd Semester of these study, small but important incident happened whose memory might be with me for rest of my life.
On the Exam day, Everyone completed the given paper on the allotted time. The exam was little difficult but I guess I did managed to complete it well in time like others. The last instruction came form the Professor, ” The time to the examination is over and now you all may please keep your pen down and stop writing.”
Everyone did as he asked to. The last moment I got a point that I can add on and which will add up my marks more.
I picked my pen and was just about to start writing the line that the invigilator saw me and said, “Mr, Please Dont play with QUT academic Integrity and keep your pen down.”
My brain took time to process his complicated words but as a reflex I kept my pen down on the table. I looked at him and he spoke some words that my overloaded brain was not able to hear properly.
Row by row he collected everyone’s paper and did not take mine. One by one pile of thoughts kept on adding up in mind.
If the case is reported, then I might loose this degree, If I loose this degree, then l would loose the visa I am holding, My one and half years of struggle will vanish on the same point form here. Just lifting my pen on the wrong time would lead me to go back to my country with a bad name on my shoulders. And more than that, a bad name to a student in foreign country can also be consider to bad name to the whole community or country where I belong.
Though I did not write anything on the paper but my action taken earlier put my brain into a roller coaster.
After collection of all papers except mine, he requested all other students to leave. Feeling left alone in the room with your own examination paper in hand felt both scary and helpless.
The professor came to me and said, “Do you realize what you have done?”
There might be possible several replies to that question but the best reply is to keep quite and listen. Plus I had no words to express whats going inside my head.
He continued, ” If you would have written even one word after the exam time is over, then it wouldn’t have been fair on others that they did got lesser time than you did to complete the examination.”
I replied to that in a very dim voice, ” Sir, I really did not write anything on the paper, thought I wanted to but i dint.”
In a calm voice he replied, “I understand and I trust your words, But you now need to understand the depth of incident what just happened. Even if you are allowed to cheat will you think the Degree you will receive of the marks obtained by cheating would be worth of it? The Degree you will receive form this institution is world recognized. Today If you cheat the same attributes you will take to your work place. You will become a qualified Doctor or Engineer and on the work site, these marks are not going to save you. You might end up taking a wrong decision on a very big scale due to the lack of knowledge you fail to gain here. Dont let the GOOD in you DIE in front of greedy actions.”
When He paused, I apologized for my action and promised him this will not happen again.
He replied, “I am taking you paper and I wish you follow the path you have chosen, but remember, Many people lost their carrier, their reputation, their years of handwork just because of one wrong manipulative plagiarism done in one of their journey of progress. And I wish QUT graduates wont fall on those category.”

I got up form my place and apologized again and left the examination room with my heart pounding beats more than it should.

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This is not my story but the images I first formed when I heard this story from my mom Tejashri Milind are alive in my head as if it has happened to me. Since childhood I was in co-education, in short we call it as co-ed. The word means that girls and boys study together. But I partially remember my primary schooling days. Initially boys wanted to be separate than girls. I had no clue what girls wanted that time. Actually boys leave it, you will never know what girls really want from you;) . Coming back to my story, The boys till class 3rd and 4th year of schooling in my time stayed away from girls. They use to call “anti cola” If any boy talks or play along with girls. ‘Anti cola’ is just a teaser word which partially means you get away from me. You are disgusting.
Being with boys, the games I use to play was cricket, football, Ball Throw can catch. All these games involved running in ground for longer duration. And I am not sure I should call this laziness or something else but I hate RUNNING. In the same universe girls played games like langdi, stone in a circle, imaginative fairyland. Due to my laziness these games attracted me more. Ashwini Kamble and Anjali Rai we one of my first girl-friends whom I started to play these games with. I was sometimes boycotted or being laughed that I play along girls but slowly one by one, all guys started joining us for different games and finally we made a big team and Played the game Rex-Team, which is mixture of running, hiding and catching. And can be played by boys and girls together. I remember Ashish Mandrah was first to join me. We discovered our journey of co-ed together and learned girls and boys are equal.
When I told this story to my mom she came up with her schooling days stroy. Might be Manoj Ghughuskar or his classmates may remember this more than me. Though I was not in this story but the images of her story are still fresh in my mind. Even during my mother’s time, she had co-ed in her schooling life. Boys and girls had a strong bond, but it takes time to form. Their school had a very small passage common for boys and girls where they can go for drinking water. Boys mostly to tease girls and initiate conversation use to stand in those path. Now the path was more narrower for girls to move in and girls had to initiate the conversation for boys to move away from the passage or give them side. That was breaking-ice conversation starter point roughly before 30-40 years from now.
Once a girl complaint about a guy standing on the path and she over exaggerated this to one of the teacher. Coming from a girls school she was not happy with the co-ed system of education. For some reason there were professors who don’t like girls and boys mixing and talking along. Thus the teacher came and beaten the guy and asked him to go and stand outside of the class. He was not allowed to attend the classes from that time. In that duration, my mom and her friends thought it’s not fair to give such a crucial punishment as standing in the path cannot be considered as missbhaving or eve teasing. Even if the girl has requested politely to give her side, he would have given her, just like most of the boys do. They talked this in group and went outside and stood along the guy who was punished. Watching a scenario that girls are supporting a boy. The whole class boys joined the moment and came out of the class. And watching this, except the girl who complaint every other girl came out of the class. The Principle had to come and ask for the matter as it had never happened before that girls and boys came out of the class and started standing on ground, boycotting studies to support a cause. Boys and girls together demanded that the girl and teacher must apologies for their misunderstanding. And the class will only commence when the boy who is punished is allowed in to study with them.
This is what happened. And its was believed that their batch was most prosperous batch showing co-education and principal values learned for surviving. And the key is to fight not with each other, but fight with the cause together.

My international friends may wonder that only boys or only girls school may not exist now or this story is classic and traditions are not practiced now, but still in Hyderabad there are coaching institutes where girls and boys are taught separately. Recently from my friend I came to know that there is a complete universtiy Called Sathyabama University in Chennai that don’t allow even girls and boys to talk with each other. I am not sure but it’s just a view that person who are educated from a school/university where even communicating with opposite sex is forbidden, may feel initial difficulty in establishing a society which involves respecting both the gender equally and co-working in future. My be my thought do not apply to every place or situation. But I still support Co-Ed and wish people must experience this as childhood can never come back to experience these bonds again 😉

Country of Origin, Virtues, Culture are never a choice of an individual when he/she is born. Its either decided by fate (for the people who believe in it) or Decided by parents as they choose our country of our birth by residing there and accepting the country and culture and the virtues of that land learned by them.
As a Science student, It was very difficult for me to read the books on HISTORY and CIVICS. ‘Homo Sapiens Sapiens’ i.e in common name HUMAN was initially a Nomad, which in general term means wandered from place to place for food. Where there are more animals which cannot be controlled, he declared himself that it is a danger area and should not be using for hunting/ collecting food. Where the area is favourable has enough water, food and convenience to spend life, he decided to stay there. A place where he feels safe.
Colonization came along and thus came rule of dominance. Area Division and then exploration of new area. Mapping, and then Country Division. But on roots I stilled believed that the Whole earth is mine and I am allowed to go where ever I wish to.
Then down the learning of my school I was introduced to Alliance and Competitive Countries, I was introduced to history of WORLD WAR I and WORLD WAR II, all a fight of India Vs Pakistan, India Vs China. It was all resemblance to fighting what NOMAD use to do, in early days. To prove Dominance and to fight for Resources. In groups attacking other groups. My most of the untold stories are not me constructing something new. But it is about how I was the part of something which already existed. And I am slow learner. Thus Untold stories are moments where I learned something from pre-existing things around us. So coming back to my story, How it started:
This is partially my memory and partially told by my parents as they were there to observe. On My 2nd year of Kindergarten, Independence day of INDIA, I participated/ forcely pushed by my class teacher SUSHILA Madam to participate in Flag Hosting Ceremony. Every child learn about his/her country long way back in his upbringing. But the moment of realization differs. For me this might be the day. Me as a small boy dressed all white and white was asked to March in a team of three towards the flag with the General Manager who was going to Hoist the Flag. Before the ceremony teacher came and pinned an INDIAN flag on to my left pocket. My mother described that I was very happy and stood in a proud alert position. The flag was hoisted, and Everyone present there started singing the National anthem together. though practiced a lot but I did not know the lyrics of my own National anthem at that time. But the words, “Jana Gana Mana Adhinayak Jai Hai” sounded very powerful when I was given something to hold to. I was constantly looking at the paper flag pinned to my shirt’s pocket and then looking at the flag up in the air, spreading its charm. Towards the end of National Anthem when people started saying, “Jaya hai, Jaya Hai, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hai” Goose bumps were on my hands and I still remember in a proud voice I raise my hand and Said “JAI HIND”

That day the seed of patriotism was set to my set to my heart. The feeling to belonging to country or being a part of something may be beyond my understanding for now but powerful and positive. My little eyes and small brain observed that this song brings people together. Race, Colour, Class, Cast, Sex and Age are kept aside when this song is sung.
Years after when I came to Australia, and being part of Suncorp/Spotless team. While working, I was able to watch Matches here. I was also enough fortunate to be a part and member of Gold Coast V8 by team National Workforce. People having different state of origin and supporting different team having a opposition in sports spirit were able to bring together when the AUSTRALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM was sung. This time from my point of view, though the lyrics differed than the song I learned in India but People are being brought together when the words “Australian all Let us Rejoice. For we are Young and Free” were sung. The same expression, proud togetherness what I have observed back in people’s attitude in India, I was able to observe here. The feeling of Belonging together. My heart was the same as it was in Kindergarten. I don’t know much about this country but I need to learn the lyrics of this song to join something big and positive.

Previously a simple white cloth is of worth nothing, but painted in right combination of colours becomes a Nation’s Flag, An imaginary thinking of belonging to togetherness. Something to hold on to. When Hoisted on top or Projected on Big Screen, people come together under one name. Sing a particular song and feel the moment of togetherness. I was able to connect to Indian National flag, I was able to Connect to Australian National Flag. But I am still searching for a Flag which may unite all living Humans under ONE NATION. Nation of Humanity which may even if by decimal value but may have power to remove the possibility of World War III

My scientific thinking will always be with me I guess, Like No Mad one day People might choose side and fight for dominance again. And then afterwards Humans will find a place, “A PLACE SAFE FOR LIVING” and I will call that As My Country In Future !!!!

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