Thursday, July 22, 2010

Chetan Bhagat's Speech @ Symbiosis

Chetan Bhagat's speech at Symbiosis, Pune makes for a nice read with lots of inspirational stuff thrown in.

DON'T LET THE SPARK IN YOU DIE

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak
to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college,
leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to
become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few
days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college
is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling
in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the
teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be
curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes
you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the
spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not
all the time.

Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year
old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make
them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A
story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for
birthday party - several months in advance - just for the day they will
cut their own birthday cake.

I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see
older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the
spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected,
aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs
the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how
to save the spark?

Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing -
to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard
against storms.

To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and
achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible
for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company pay
package, a particular car or house.

Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material
landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money
constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big
achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr.
Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and
not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better
iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do
it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes
them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive. Just getting
better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can
improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you
will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get
better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you
can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.

Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we
were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of
nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't
just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced,
successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced
means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good
order.

There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup.
There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not
enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.

You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon
or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those
races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon
kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first.
Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your
striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you
may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited
and alive, will start to die.

One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously.
One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One
student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga
practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote
has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my
relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my
writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism.
If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I
live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary
here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are
lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500
weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few
classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not
programmed devices.

I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it
too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four
storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These
must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration,
unfairness and loneliness of purpose.

Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected
return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is
extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What
did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You
will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine
publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low
grades - how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you.
But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease
to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that
means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to
be.



Disappointment' s cousin is frustration, the second storm. Have you
ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is
especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you
deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose
the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as
I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took
me five years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement,
and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a
bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the
time involved - movies take a long time to make even though they are
watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than
the end result - at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a
side plan - I had my third book to write and even something as simple as
pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help
you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration
is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.

Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how
our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces,
pedigree find it easier to make it - not just in Bollywood, but
everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few
opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make
it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in
the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately
things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than
you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand
this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian
standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and get the strength to
accept what we don't. I have so much love from my readers that other
writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise.
It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I
think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill
your spark.

Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is isolation. As you
grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all
kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you
still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize
you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel,
may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create
conflict as your goals may not match with others. . And you may drop
some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing
basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up
something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But
in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love
yourself first, and then others.

There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment,
frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like
the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just
need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If
someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose
college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will
shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive,
not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I
hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as
we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is
something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.

Thank You.

Chetan Bhagat

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Delhi Rains



Smiles. Discussions. Exhilarated expressions. The monsoon clouds finally are above Delhi. So what if they are 6 days late, at least there will be showers now, and cooler temperatures (and hopefully cooler people too). The weather man has been the butt of all the jokes ever since the clouds descended over our country but got stalled on the way. Now he (wonder why its always weather MAN and not a woman) could breathe some relief too. Its early evening. Time to wrap the day's work and head home. The sky's darkening outside. I am contemplating if I should leave early (rains are a perfect excuse). Just then the skies open up and there are rains!!!

YUHOOO....YIPEEE...throw open all the windows...How I love the smell of wet earth!!!

Now all around people are playing rain-astrologers (if such a term did not exist prior to this blog, it does now) and taking turns at predicting how long will this spell last? And the conjectures vary from as small as 5 min to as long as an hour!! Hey, someone should have said it will last a day because it used to when I was a little kid. The bases of their thoughts are the size of the drops, the intensity of the rain and what not!! After being a mute spectator (I am no astrologer, how can I predict?) to their crystal-ball readings, I bid adieu and WALK to my car. Its been raining 15 min now and already there's water stagnating on the roads. So the walk to the car! My footwear is soaked. I see some more people around, waiting for the rain to stop so they to can travel back home. Time to play the good Samaritan. I offer to drop them till the auto-rickshaw stand, though it means some bit of detour for me.



I am behind the driver's wheel. As I turn on the ignition, I realize that this will be the FIRST time I would be driving in such a heavy downpour. ADRENALINE RUSH. I am looking forward to whatever will happen now. As I turn for the detour, the road is just not visible. Water all around. Muddy water. Only if Delhi's drains were not clogged! Kids sitting on the road, almost naked, splashing water, soaking in the rain, having loads of fun. I am safe inside my car. A little ahead a car has broken down. Two more people are pushing their two-wheelers. Nail-biting. Hope I reach home. I take a u-turn to drop off my co-passengers and in doing so block some bit of traffic behind me. People panic. Loud long honks (and I expected cooler people!!)

As I drive down, I come to a small puddle. No one's around. Fun-time. I accelerate and make a SPLASHHH. The very next minute I speculate some loafer guy jay walking (the kinds who always knows how to be a trouble maker for females, I am not a feminist-so the explanation) and I could take revenge. Alas, that's an unfulfilled wish. On the ring-road now. Clogged drains again! Speed ranges from 20-40 km/hr. Other cars have their blinkers on. I switch mine on too. Time for a left-turn, I need to give the indicator. I have to switch off the blinkers. That's confusing (remember it's my first drive in the rain). Parking lights shall be fine I think. More broken down cars stuck in the middle of roads. Traffic jams. Its a norm, so no more nail-biting. Put on some music. FM- the RJ's are playing my fav monsoon songs. Enjoy the splitter-splatter, the respite from the burning heat, the thick grey clouds creating a picturesque moment. Its Delhi monsoons after all.

P.S. - I enjoyed my first drive in the monsoon shower more so because there were piping hot jalebees and spicy hot samosas in the car, which I had picked on the way back, to be had with garam-garam elaichi chai....ymmmmm!