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Business owner, engineer, cultural commentator and intellectual
adventurer, Jayesh Tekchandaney was born in 1976 in Mumbai in
a highly educated family. He grew up in Mumbai and graduated
with a degree in Chemical Engineering in 1998. Jayesh pursued a
business management diploma followed by Master of Science
degree in Industrial Engineering from the Pennsylvania State
University, USA. He is currently working as the Projects Director
in a manufacturing company founded by his father.
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MY NOTES
THE STORY OF MS. BHUMIKA PATEL .............................7
MICKEY V/S MINI...............................................................18
THE EXECUTIVE MONK ................................................... 22
MY ENCOUNTER WITH AAMIR KHAN ............................32
3 IDIOTS AND THE SECRET OF “ALL IS WELL” ...........37
WHEN CHAMPIONS FAIL ................................................. 45
THE DC DISASTER ...........................................................51
THE ORGANIZATION AND ITS PEOPLE.........................55
TO MOM & DAD.................................................................59
WORLD, MY SON STARTS SCHOOL TODAY................. 62
MEMOIRS...........................................................................65
5th November, 2010
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FOREWORD
“My Notes” is a compilation of Jayesh’s varied experiences and
thoughts.
It represents a remarkable journey that signifies the metamorphosis
from an occasional reader to voracious reader to author.
Jayesh has always been a keen observer of life, and loves to reflect
on day to day happenings around him. He is in touch with his
“inner self” and reflects upon daily happenings to refine his
journey of self-discovery.
He discovered reading a few years ago, and with characteristic
single minded determination, took it upon himself to make up for
lost time by reading a wide array of books. The power of logical
and introspective prose allures him, and keeps him a faithfully
voracious reader to date.
“My Notes” is a natural extension, for someone who is not only
adept at prose; but also a tutor at heart.
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While some of the chapters are light hearted, it is through others
that Jayesh seeks to share constructively with all readers the
concepts he discovered as a result of his exposure to good reading.
Through these, we see his path of self-discovery and self growth.
My Notes is a good omen, a sign of things to come. As Jayesh
gains further depth through his process of self discovery, we can
all look forward to quality thoughts that will add value to our lives.
The greatest gift an author has is to allow readers to learn from his
personal experiences.
Good speed my friend, and happy writing!!
Aniket Gore
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The Story of Ms. Bhumika Patel This story dates back to 2002. It’s about a pretty girl named
Bhumika Patel, an engineering graduate from India who wanted to
pursue a master’s degree at The Pennsylvania State University,
USA. For first hand information she contacted Nipun Patel, a
graduate student at the Computer Engineering Department, PSU.
This story is about both of them.
Bhumika
Nipun was a tall, lanky guy from Ahmedabad, India. He stayed off
campus at 3105, Plaza Drive, along with three other room mates.
Vishal – ‘The Big Boss’, Jay (yours truly) – ‘The Playboy’ and
Divya (male, age - 22) – ‘The Silent Killer’. For us he was
‘Bhaiyo’, meaning brother in Gujarati. Nipun didn’t like the name;
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after all he was now in the United States of America. He preferred
to be addressed as ‘Andy Patel’, his initials were N.D.
For the Indian students, 3105, Plaza Drive, was like the Indian
Embassy (actually more of a ‘Dharamshala’) where anyone could
walk in and steal a free lunch. We always had good food in the
house, open 24/7.
L-R: Jay, Atin, Vishal, Divya, Nigam, Alok, Nipun
The University Park campus of the Pennsylvania State University
was a popular choice for the engineering graduates from India.
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There were more than 500 Indian students on campus. There were
also plenty of mid-age Indian professors who bonded well with the
student community and supported generously with research
scholarships.
The tradition at PSU was that each incoming Indian student at the
University was assigned a student mentor who would answer the
pre-arrival queries, make arrangements for temporary
accommodation on arrival and ensure that things like opening a
bank account, signing the apartment lease were taken care of.
Bhumika chose Nipun to be her mentor.
“Hi, my name is Bhumika Patel,” a long pause, “uh…from
Ahmedabad. This message is for Nipun Patel. I wish to come to
Pennsylvania State University for MS in computer engineering. I
got your contact from the college website. Like you, I am a Patel
from Ahmedabad and so I thought I should talk to you before
coming. Please contact me. My email is..,”. The answering
machine went silent after her message was heard by everyone in
the apartment.
All eyes in the room turned to Nipun. He had just returned home
and the first thing he did was hit the answering machine, as if he
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was expecting this message. “You guys don’t even check the
messages!” he complained. It was customary that the first person
who returned home would play the messages. On that day, all of us
were at home but no one checked the messages. We were busy in
the kitchen cooking Pav-Bhaji.
“Bhaiyo, you lucky guy,” said Divya, “a Patel girl, that too from
Ahmedabad.”
“You anyways wanted to marry a Patel!” I teased Nipun,
reminding him of what he had once said to me.
Vishal reminded Nipun of the Penn State ‘Indian’ culture of
helping the incoming students. “Bhaiyo, make sure that you reply
soon,” instructed Vishal who always behaved as if he was the head
of the family.
Nipun didn’t look too interested in the call. He had better things to
do; the most important was getting a scholarship to pay for his
college tuition. The second priority was finding a ‘female,
American, Undergrad,’ dance partner each week (Apparently no
girl wanted to partner him the second time). He never missed the
weekend ‘Salsa’ dance lessons at the university entertainment Hub.
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A week later Nipun replied. “Bhumika, Penn State is good, but not
good…. I mean funding. You can come here if not getting
anywhere. Ok. I have class, going now. Email later if you want
information.” Nipun really had to go…to sleep.
Disappointed with the reply she wrote back, “Looks like you are
not interested in helping me. Can you give me the contact of
someone who can help me?” These messages were being
exchanged on the incoming students’ e-groups (there was no
Facebook then).
Soon, she was flooded with replies from the other Indian guys at
Penn State. They had just seen her profile picture. “If she comes to
Penn State she would be a serious contender for the ‘Miss
University’ crown,” the guys discussed amongst themselves. She
looked gorgeous. Fair complexion, sharp features, black eyes, long
hair…. On first looks, anyone could have mistaken her to be a
Hindi movie actress.
All of a sudden Nipun decided to respond to her queries. He
ensured that he answered all her questions. In detail.
Soon they started exchanging emails more often. Like the other
Indian guys on campus, Nipun too added her to the list of friends
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on MSN messenger. Online chat was popular then. The students
had a habit of being ‘logged in’ at all times. Chat time was well
utilised; assignments and project reports were prepared in between
the chats. Bhumika had messages blinking on her desktop,
non-stop, one after another. Guys kept waiting for her reply.
Strangely though, she would only respond to Nipun.
Divya complained, “How come she only chats with you?”
“Once Bhaiyo logs off, she logs out too,” I remarked.
“And vice-versa!” added Alok, our close friend
Nipun pretended as if he knew nothing. But deep within, he
enjoyed being the chosen one. Her chemistry with him was perfect.
The reactions on his face said it all.
“She’s coming!” he informed us after she told him about her admit
from PSU. The excitement and happiness reflected in everything
he did. ‘Bhaiyo’ became ‘Andy – The Lover Boy’. Her admission
to Penn State was his biggest achievement. The reward was on its
way.
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A month and half passed, and the semester starting fall 2002 was
fast approaching. During this period, Nipun and Bhumika got close
to each other, online. He would chat with her all night and into the
early hours of the morning. We would often peep-in to his laptop
to check the context of their conversation. She too could be spotted
online during his day hours. The time difference between India and
US did not matter to them.
Nipun had already started counting days backwards. For him, the
wait was getting difficult. Everything was closing in until one day.
For Nipun it was doomsday.
Bhumika wasn’t coming to Penn State. She had family problems
which she couldn’t share with Nipun.
“So what!” said Divya, “We shall meet her when we go to
Ahmedabad in December.” Divya was also from Ahmedabad.
“Relax dude, I’ll find you a better girl in PSU,” I consoled Nipun.
Thereafter, Bhumika was rarely spotted on the messenger. Nipun
would send her emails but she wouldn’t answer. He was beginning
to get restless. He couldn’t call her because he had no phone
number; they had always chatted online. Suddenly from ‘Bhaiyo’
to ‘Andy - The Lover Boy’ to ‘Devdas’, we never ran out of new
names.
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There couldn’t have been a greater co-incidence that the Hub on
campus was screening the Hindi movie Devdas starring Shahrukh
Khan on the Diwali weekend. Diwali, like all Indian festivals, was
well celebrated by the Indians in town. On Diwali night all four of
us decided to feast at the Indian Pavilion, a popular restaurant, in
the company of close friends, Alok, Atin, Binu, Nigam and Prachi.
Dinner was accompanied with some fine wine.
In high spirits, Binu John spoke of how much he enjoyed being
with our group. We were very closely bonded - living together;
cooking Sanjeev Kapoor recipes, celebrating birthdays, pillow-
fights, late night discussions and debates had become a way of life.
Away from home, this was the family each one could confide in. A
family by choice. We poured our hearts out that night.
Besides recounting the good experiences, it was the first time that
everyone shared what they didn’t like about the others in the
group. It was a day of confessions and complaints, all of which
were to be forgiven and forgotten. There couldn’t have been a
better occasion to do it than Diwali. Some New Year resolutions
were made for the family.
While all of this was happening, Divya and I looked at each other.
We were both thinking about Bhumika.
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Celebrating Diwali, Festivals, Birthdays
“I have something to confess to Nipun,” I told the group. Almost
everyone except Nipun knew what was coming. “There is no
Bhumika Patel. There is only [email protected] and you can
login with the password ‘Bhaiyo’.”
For a moment, Nipun was stunned. But he knew me well and
would not be fooled so easily. He was confident that this was just
another prank. More than that, he had known Bhumika for over
three months. How could she be unreal?
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That night, the lights in Nipun’s room did not go off. Not because
it was Diwali but because he could login as Bhumika Patel.
Bhumika was a creation of the ‘family members’. A story scripted
by yours truly, enacted by all.
It had all started the night when Nipun heard the message on the
answering machine. Earlier in the evening, Divya ,Vishal and me
were at Nigam and Prachi’s residence when we decided to play
this prank with Nipun.
Prachi was responsible for the messages on the answering
machine. I communicated through emails. Everyone in the group
could access the fictitious hotmail account. We voluntarily took
turns to chat – day and night. And the profile picture was that of
Bhumika Chawla, a relatively-unknown, aspiring Hindi film
actress then.
Nipun lived with us for a month thereafter but was never as
comfortable as he used to be. He soon moved to a different
apartment. Divya and I returned to India after graduating in
December 2002. Nigam and Prachi continued to live in Penn State
until Nigam got his PhD. Vishal married Aparana; they shared an
apartment with Alok. Atin was the first to get a job, he moved to
Microsoft in Seattle. Binu would some day return to his real family
in NY. Everyone forgot about the incident, except one person.
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Six months later, in April 2003, my hotmail account was hacked.
“I can do it too – Nipun D. Patel.”
27th July, 2009
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Mickey v/s Mini
Shourya at Birth
“Another division in the Share of Wealth,” that is the first thing
that I heard when the Doctor congratulated me on the birth of
‘Shourya’, our second son. I was so excited then that I did not pay
serious attention to the spoken words. On after-thought I wondered
as to why she would say so. I decided that the next time I meet her
I shall respond, “One more creator of Wealth”. Before I could put
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my point across to the doctor, the pediatrician greeted me as I
entered into his consulting room, “Second Time Lucky,” he said.
This was a shocker. I never expected doctors to have a gender bias.
As more wishes poured in, there were many similar statements
made. From loved ones, from acquaintances and from some people
who had no business to talk about it. I heard them all.
“Girls are limited liability. Gone when married. You need to give it
all to the boys,” said an uncle blessed with two sons. As far as I
know them, they are obedient, disciplined, caring and loving sons.
I wondered what made him say so.
“I now have a reason to work more, work harder. I need to build
two empires,” Dad told Mom when he arrived home late the other
night. He had just found another good reason for putting in more
hours at work.
“That’s two sixes in a row,” said one cousin. He was referring to
our two sons, Maahir and Shourya. In cricket, a “six” is the
maximum number of runs that you can score in one stroke. What
he meant was that we made the most from the two deliveries.
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It was not long before I realised that the gender of a child is still (in
the 21st Century) subjected to so many different interpretations.
All of the interpretations were related to wealth; nothing that we
have not heard of before. But what was surprising was that the
comments were made by doctors, lawyers and industrialists, the
apparently well educated, suave professionals of the modern world.
These same professionals if asked in an isolated context would
claim that they would never discriminate between a male child and
a female child. Yet, somewhere in the deepest level of the
sub-conscious there is a preference, an opinion which can be seen
from what was said. It is also interesting to note that these
statements were made to convey good wishes. The words were
said when the person was in a positive, happy frame of mind.
Hence, they would communicate the natural thoughts of
the person.
We wished for a baby girl. We told Maahir that he would have a
sister and we would name her ‘Mini’. But then God blessed us
with ‘Shourya’.
“You didn’t know whether it was a boy or a girl when he was in
Mom’s Womb,” stated Maahir.
“Sorry Maahir, we thought it would be Mini but it turned out to be
Mickey”, I said.
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He turned to me and said, “What difference does it make papa?”.
(R to L) Jayesh, Maahir and Purvi with baby Shourya As much as we would all like to keep away from any gender bias,
there are times and circumstances when we react quite the
opposite, sometimes unknowingly. Perhaps the doctors who made
the statements only conveyed the reactions they got from the
parents and family members they came across every day. It’s time
that we make a conscious effort to change the way we think. Our
country (India) has always been known for gender discrimination
between a male child and a female child. And this discrimination
shall continue until we are prepared to accept what the three year
old child said when he saw his baby brother for the first time.
5th
May, 2009
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The Executive Monk
The wait was finally over. The day had arrived – after a gap of
thirteen long years. It was time to live like a monk. The dates
14th – 17th October, 2010 were marked on my calendar for four
months. I would be attending a 3-day Vipassana course at
Dhamma Pattana, the new centre built on the outskirts of Mumbai,famous for the Global Vipassana Pagoda.
Vipassana, which means to see things as they really are, is one of
India's most ancient techniques of meditation. The foundation of
the practice is s ī la — moral conduct. S ī la provides a basis for the
development of samādhi — concentration of mind; and
purification of the mind is achieved through paññā — the wisdom
of insight. The technique is taught at 10-day residential courses
during which participants follow a prescribed code of discipline,
learn the basics of the method, and practice sufficiently to
experience its beneficial results. All students attending the course
observe "noble silence" — that is, silence of body, speech and
mind. The course requires hard, serious work. There are three
steps to the training. The first step is, for the period of the course,
to abstain from killing, stealing, sexual activity, speaking falsely
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and intoxicants. This simple code of moral conduct serves to calm
the mind, which otherwise would be too agitated to perform the
task of self-observation. The next step is to develop mastery over
the mind by learning to fix one's attention on the natural reality of
the ever changing flow of breath as it enters and leaves the nostrils.
By the fourth day the mind is calmer and more focused, better able
to undertake the practice of Vipassana itself: observing sensations
throughout the body, understanding their nature, and developing
equanimity by learning not to react to them. Finally, on the tenth
day participants learn the meditation of loving kindness or
goodwill towards all, termed as meta, in which the purity
developed during the course is shared with all beings. There are no
charges for the courses - not even to cover the cost of food and
accommodation. All expenses are met by donations from people
who, having completed a course and experienced the benefits of
Vipassana, wish to give others the opportunity to benefit from it.
There are numerous centres in India and elsewhere in Asia/Pacific:
ten in North America; three in Latin America; eight in Europe;
seven in Australia/New Zealand; one in the Middle East and one in
Africa.
In 1995, I attended my first 10-day Vipassana course at the age of
nineteen, followed by two more in 1996 and 1997. I was an
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engineering student then. Now 34, married, blessed with two kids,
and shouldering the responsibility of manufacturing business, the
thought of attending a meditation course for 10 days seemed like
luxury. In fact, on 14th morning, even three days of being cut-off
from the outside world looked impossible. I was able to make it to
the course only because of some last minute planning. A special
permission allowed me to start the course a few hours after the
scheduled time.
A convenient way to get to Dhamma Pattana is to take the
fifteen minute boat ride from the Gorai Jetty to Essel World. I
arrived at the jetty late in the evening, just in time for the last but
one boat ride which would take me to the other side of the Gorai
creek. As I walked towards the jetty terminal, I could not take my
eyes off the majestic 325 feet tall, illuminated pagoda and its
golden reflection in the placid waters.
As I waited for the boat to start, the clock turned back fifteen
years. I attended my first three 10-day courses at Dhamma Giri, the
first full time Vipassapa centre, located about 140 kms from
Mumbai in the small town of Igatpuri. During the first course I
lived in a dormitory shared by 11 others. My cubicle was 8 feet x
6 feet, with walls on 3 sides, a small window and a curtain
separating the dorm lobby. At night, I would creep into the
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mosquito net around the bed. We were advised to apply a mosquito
repellent cream before sleeping.
The Global Pagoda
The wake-up time was 4 am. The sound of the morning gong still
echoes in my ears. The morning meditation session started at half
past four and lasted for two hours. The walk from the dorm to the
central meditation hall, known as the Dhamma Hall was about
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300 metres. I remember carrying a torch and an umbrella during
the walk. After the first session, breakfast was served in a dining
hall. The menu was typical Maharashtrian – poha, saboo dana,
sheera, with some fresh fruits. Milk and tea were served. After a
quick nashta the meditators would rush back to their respective
dorms. There was one bathroom and one toilet in each dorm. We
had to line up for all the essentials and get over with it fast.
One would be lucky if there was hot water in the tap. By 8 am all
of the 500 odd meditators on the course would be back in the
Dhamma Hall for the one-hour morning group meditation session.
Between 9 am and 11 am, we could continue to mediate inside the
central hall or in the individual cells allotted to us. The afternoon
break was from 11 am to 1 pm. A quick, non-spicy, satvik lunch
(the last meal of the day, unless you had a medical reason) was
generally followed by a short nap. The afternoon session would
continue till 5 pm, and included the second group meditation
session from 2:30 pm to 3:30 pm. The evening break was from
5 pm to 6 pm. We were served nimbu paani (lime water). After the
last group meditation session that ended at 7 pm, there was a
videotaped lecture by the teacher, S.N. Goenka, which provided a
context for meditators to understand their experience of the day.
The day concluded at 9 pm with specific instructions for next day
meditation. By 9:30 pm we were back in the dorm and fast asleep.
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In the 10-day course, the meditators would talk to each other for
the first time only on the morning of the tenth day. The sharing of
experience was an invaluable learning. The other excitement was
calling up home and talking to family after nine days of silence.
Until my last course in 1997, cell phones were uncommon. At the
Dhamma Giri office there were about three PCO’s for the 500 odd
meditators who wished to use them at the end of the course. Each
minute in the telephone queue seemed like an additional day
in silence.
In the thirteen years between my last course and this one, I
occasionally practiced Vipassana meditation at home. Each time I
did, I felt at peace. It was like cleansing the mind of the
unwanted clutter
Until my second course in 1996, I had a voracious and a well
known appetite for chicken. So when I chose to eat vegetarian
during a family lunch everyone was surprised. I then decided that I
shall avoid non-vegetarian food for a month. When that happened,
I extended it to three months. It’s been fourteen years since and I
continue to give myself extensions.
Back in time, as the boat got closer to the Pagoda, a part of me was
still unsure if I could live the same way as I did earlier. But deep
within, I was happy to have made it to the course. In the next few
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minutes, I had my baggage checked; surrendered my cell phone
along with the reading and writing material that I always like to
carry with me, and arrived to my room.
The three days there after went by very fast. If the 10-day course
was like test match cricket, then the three day course was like
Twenty-20, except that the schedule for each day was still the
same, 4 am to 9 pm. On 17th morning, I felt sad because the course
was about to get over. Two days of meditation and silence made
me feel lighter from within – more importantly; I was away from
the demands of every day life. I would have loved to continue for a
few days more.
In the three day course, we broke silence on the morning of the
third day. Within no time all the meditators took custody of their
cell phones and spread in all possible corners of the centre to talk
to friends and family. There was very little interaction amongst the
80 participants on the course. Technology sometimes takes away
the ‘little pleasures’ of life.
I was happy to meet up with a few youngsters in their early
twenties. Each of them had attended a 10-day course. After all, it is
mandatory to complete a 10-day course, before one can register for
a 3-day course. For them, I was the senior pro – a meditator for 15
years. Later that day, I was fortunate to meet a noted industrialist
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who had been attending the course since the last 41 years. It was
his 82nd birthday and for him group meditation at the centre was
the best way to celebrate.
During my interaction with the young guys, one of them, a MBA
student, expressed his displeasure (may be a doubt) about the
donation to the Global Vipassana Foundation. He made specific
reference to the placards that were displayed at the donation
counters, which highlighted the expenses incurred in building and
maintaining facilities at the centre, and the estimated cost of the
planned expansions. He related the amount of donation to the
duration of the course and stay. As others in the discussion
reminded him of the definition of donation, “A voluntary gift (as of
money, service or ideas) made to some worthwhile cause”, I felt
the need to share some information which was probably not known
to him.
I narrated to the young brigade the experience of my first three
courses, when the meditators lived in the facilities that were
available then. In contrast, at Dhamma Pattana during that course,
all of the 80 participants lived in a single-occupancy, 10 feet by 10
feet, air-conditioned room with an attached bathroom. There was a
separate place to keep the baggage. Each room was well lit and had
sliding windows with built-in mosquito nets. You would get a lock
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and key when you checked into the room. Hot water was available
round the clock (the centre is equipped with a solar heating
system). Like the rooms, the meditation hall is equipped with split
air-conditioners. Soon the individual cells for meditation shall have
an air-conditioning system. At lunch, besides Indian food, we were
served salads, soups, continental and Chinese preparations
followed with a sweet-dish. All of this has been done to ensure that
the meditators coming on the course are comfortable during the
stay. My young friend realised that this could not have been
possible without the contributions made by those who have
benefitted from the course in the past.
From the gypsy courses that started in early 1970’s in make-shift
tents to the modern day centre at Gorai, Vipassana meditation in
India has come a long way. During the 3-day course, I felt that I
lived like an executive monk.
The most memorable moment of the four courses came to me
towards the end of the second course, immediately after the meta
meditation. The feeling was that of abundant joy, within and in
everything around. The mind was silent. The body did not seem to
exist. Those few moments of truth shall stay with me forever.
Be Happy
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For Details on Vipassana please visit the following –
http://www.dhamma.org/en/vipassana.shtml
http://www.pattana.dhamma.org/
P.S. - Many like me would be accustomed to spending a fairly big
amount on one family outing in the weekend; or much bigger
amounts when on a weekend trip to the hill-station, or the beach.
However, it is unfortunate that life changing experiences like the
one mentioned above are valued by some as 3-day and
10-day packages.
25th October, 2010
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My Encounter with Aamir Khan
On my way to Ranchi for a business meet, I was inside the
Kingfisher Lounge at Mumbai airport, when I spotted a familiar
face. The face was far too familiar for me to take my eyes off. It
was my favorite super star, Aamir Khan.
As I stared at the approaching super star, I realised that he was
getting closer to where I was sitting.
“Is someone sitting over here?” he asked.
“No. You may please sit,” was my quick response.
A centre table and approximately four feet of space was what
separated me from Aamir. It’s hard to describe the feeling of that
moment in words…. It can only be experienced.
Aamir was accompanied by an unknown female colleague. She
started talking to him about work. He interrupted her and walked to
the cafeteria. After looking at everything that was for the taking, he
returned to his seat with four chocolate cookies. He then asked her
to continue. And even though I sat staring at my laptop screen, I
couldn’t help eavesdropping on their conversation.
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She asked him if he would like to go to the hotel or directly to the
site, once they landed in Jaipur. He said he was fine with anything,
adding, “I just need a bathroom to freshen up.” She then switched
topics about some tax rebate for the donation he had made to an
NGO. It was something that she was unable to sort out, so she
asked if he could speak to the concerned person. He said he would.
I decided to ask him for an autograph. I took my business card and
turned it over to hand it to Aamir. I spotted a small black mark on
it. I quickly pulled out another card. This was spotless. I requested
for an autograph. “OK,” he said. I handed over my pen and the
card. He signed, stopped, looked at the pen… and signed again. I
was happy to have his autograph on the back of my business card.
I tucked it back into my wallet and made sure that I did not mix it
up with my other cards.
He continued to bite the cookies. ‘Should I ask him for a
photograph,’ I wondered. Before thinking too much I said, “Aamir,
do you mind a photograph?” He looked at me and nodded
affirmatively. ‘Bingo!’
As both of us were seated face-on, I thought I would request Aamir
to come and sit besides me (mine was a sofa for two). Before I
could say anything, I saw Aamir already up on his toes. I nervously
handed over my new Samsung mobile to his colleague and
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explained to her how to click. I stood besides him, trying to put on
my ‘all-time best’ smile. The clicks were silent. She asked me if it
was done. I replied “I guess so. Thanks.”
I thanked Aamir, shook hands and sat down to see the photograph.
The picture was blurred beyond recognition. “It looks like a ghost
of you and me,” I told Aamir as I showed him the photograph. I
hoped that he would oblige with one more photograph. He said
nothing. I cursed myself. ‘Why did I not get my digital camera out
of my laptop case for this one big moment?’
The Ghost Picture
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I pretended to be working again and wished that my phone would
ring. I had set a new ring tone just a few days back. It was the song
‘Dil Chahta Hai’. No calls. Luck just seemed to have run out.
Meanwhile, a Kingfisher executive came up to Aamir and told him
that he could board the flight when he was ready.
A few minutes later I walked out from the lounge even as Aamir
sat there. I wanted to share the excitement with my loved ones. I
called up Purvi but she did not pick up the phone. As I passed
through the security check I still kept thinking about the ghost
picture. I settled at the departure terminal and looked at the
photograph one more time. I sadly looked on; zoomed, rotated… it
still was the ghost picture. I gave up and moved to the
next photograph.
“Me and Aamir” the photograph that you see was there. She had
clicked two photographs. The ghost picture was God’s teaser.
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Me and Aamir
30th June, 2009
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3 Idiots and the Secret of “All Is Well”
Wimbledon final, year 1993, Steffi Graf v/s Jana Novotna. Steffi
Graf, one of the greatest women tennis players of all time, was the
favourite to win the championship.
At the beginning of the game, very few would have given Jana
Novotna an outside chance. But at one set all, with a 1-4 lead,
serving at 40-30, Novotna was 5 just points away from winning the
Wimbledon. Until that point Graf had won only two of the
previous 10 games. An upset was imminent. Graf looked out of
sorts. Her opponent’s game on the day was simply too good.
But then, things changed. Serving for a 1-5 lead, Novotna double
faulted. At 40-40, she missed a forehand volley. Advantage Graf.
The next shot from Novotna went into the net. The score now read
as 2-4. Graf served an easy game to make it 3-4. Novotna realised
that she had to win the next game. A loss would mean she would
have given the mighty Graf an opportunity to come back into
the match.
Graf had won the Wimbledon before – she had it in her to win
another one. For Novotna, this was her first time. The thought of
losing began to creep in. She still had one service game up her
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sleeve. But she double faulted on the service, not once, not twice,
but thrice and let the game slip way. She knew she had surrendered
the advantage – the score read 4-4. She became restless, jumping
up and down, moving all over the court, visibly agitated
with herself. Her body language showed that she had given up.
Novotna lost the next game at love, to make it 5-4, Graf. Now
serving to save the match, Novotna choked and Graf added yet
another Wimbledon title to her tally. Not because she won, but
because Novotna lost. After the match, Graf said, "With the way
she was playing and the way I was playing, yes, I'd kind of lost it. I
didn't give up but I didn't have a very positive feeling". It’s hard to
forget the sight of Novotna at the awards ceremony, resting her
head on the shoulders of the Duchess of Kent as she wept and wept
and wept. The Duchess, who had met Novotna several times
before, said, "Don't worry Jana. I know you can do it." It was one
of the most emotional award ceremonies in the history of the
Wimbledon.
Two years later, French Open, 1995. Third Round. Jana Novotna
v/s Chanda Rubin. The favorite this time was Novotna. At one set
all, 5-0 lead, she was poised to make it to next round. She didn’t.
She couldn’t, and probably because she remembered the
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Wimbledon loss to Steffi Graf. Deep within, the thought still
rankled. She knew she could lose, and she did.
Then again in 1997, Novotna lost the Wimbledon final for the
second time. This time her opponent was the 15 year old
Martina Hingis.
Think of what happened to Novotna. And now, try to remember
the time it happened to you. In private, we’ve all had our share of
Novotna experiences – during exams, at an interview or when
faced with a new challenge.
It happened to me during a university paper in the fifth semester of
chemical engineering. The subject was Heat Transfer. I was
relaxed when I browsed the question paper. I started off fairly well
- first answering the questions I was confident of. I always liked to
answer theory questions first and then the numerical problems.
About thirty minutes into the exam, I was deriving a formula for
heat transfer through a spherical surface – something which I could
have done even if woken up from the middle of sleep. On that day,
I faltered. I ended up spending much more time than I could afford
on that one question, before finally giving up. It was not long
before I realized that I would be struggling to complete the paper
in time. The confidence was gone. Suddenly, the paper appeared to
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be much more difficult. I started to worry about crossing the 40
mark passing.
The thought of not being able to do it or not being good enough
has caught us more than once. We console ourselves – “my worst
fears have come true”. In reality, we thought that we could fail and
we failed.
We often hear the cliché, “be positive, think positive”. It’s always
easier said than done. We’re often told how things can change just
by thinking positive – we still have to work for it, is what we say to
ourselves.
In this article, we shall realise the power of our thoughts. We shall
learn to use our thoughts to create a desired state of being, to build
self- confidence. Thoughts just don’t matter – they become matter.
The way we think affects our body and our life. As Mahatma
Gandhi said, “A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he
thinks, he becomes.”
An emerging field of science called psychoneuroimmunology
explains the connection between the mind and the body. Our
thoughts are responsible for the chemistry of the brain. Whenever
we think, we trigger a biochemical reaction in the brain. The brain
then releases chemical signals which get passed on to the body.
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These signals act as the messengers of the thought. Every thought
produces a chemical signature that the body recognises and
reacts to. The thoughts that cause the biochemical reaction in the
brain make our body feel exactly like the way we were thinking.
This in turn determines how we feel. We then react to the feeling,
we transmit the same message to the brain. The brain responds to
our reaction and generates the thoughts that produce the
corresponding chemical messengers. We now begin to think the
way we are feeling. Simply put, thinking causes feeling and then
feelings create thoughts—an unending cycle. This continuous loop
eventually produces a state of mind which determines how we
behave and act.
When we think of positive, inspiring thoughts, our brain produces
matter that is known as neurotransmitters. These chemicals make
us feel uplifted and inspired. Scientists have discovered that the
neurotransmitters regulate all our emotions. For example, when we
think of an experience that is pleasurable – our first date with the
girl next door, the brain instantaneously releases a neurotransmitter
called dopamine. The dopamine activates the brain and the body in
anticipation of an experience and we become excited. We feel
ecstatic. During those moments, we forget everything else, we lose
the sense of time; we are in a state of ‘bliss’.
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Likewise, when we have self-deprecating thoughts the brain
releases chemicals called neuropeptides, to which the body
responds in a corresponding way. The moment we think about not
being good enough, the brain releases chemicals that produce the
same feeling. We are short of self confidence and feel incapable of
achieving. This feeling in turns leads to more of the same thoughts.
Until this chain of thought is broken, the brain and the body shall
generate the same biological feedback loop resulting in a state of
mind that reinforces the thoughts of not being good enough.
Over the years, we have learned to think and respond to situations
in a certain way. As we continue to have the same thoughts
repeatedly, these conscious thoughts turn into unconscious
automated thought processes. They are like computer programs
running in the background, controlling our lives, creating patterns
of behavior that are almost involuntary. These behavioral patterns
turn into habits that become neurologically hardwired in the brain.
Conscious thoughts and actions, when repeated often, become
unconscious thinking and ways of being.
Thoughts matter: they make us what we are. Thoughts become
matter in our body – and control our state of being. Most
importantly, not all thoughts are conscious. Jana Novotna did not
want to think about losing – it was an unconscious thought, the
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automatic computer program in the background that allowed her to
entertain the thought of losing. Her state of being thereafter was
controlled by an auto-pilot. She was no longer in control, neither
was I after making a small mistake. We both gave in after being in
a winning position.
How then do we guard ourselves against the auto-pilot? I believe I
may have an answer.
To break this cycle of the unconscious thinking process requires a
conscious effort. To do this, we must first consciously identify,
through contemplation and self-reflection, the automatic thought
programs that run within us. Next, it requires a deliberate effort of
observing these thoughts without responding to them. In this way
we shall break the chemical responses that are responsible for our
habitual behavior, mindset and attitudes. It requires a conscious
unlearning of the attitudes and the mindset that we wish to change.
Once we have disrupted the automatic programs, we can then re-
train our mind the way we want by exercising conscious control
over our thoughts
The next time when a negative thought crops up, hold it there.
Think of what you’ve just read. Replace the negative thought by a
positive one – and now you know why. And if that is difficult to do
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– then just remember what the 3 Idiots had to say – “Jab life ho
out of control – bol – ALL IS WELL”.
All Is Well
P.S. – Jana Novotna finally won the Wimbledon in 1998, when she
beat Nathalie Tauziat in the final. I scored 45 in Heat Transfer.
17th April, 2010
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When Champions Fail
M.S.Dhoni
“The IPL is not just about cricket.
There are a lot of things happening
around it. The players must be smart
about it. They have to respect the body,
give it some time to recover because
it’s not just about playing. There have
been day-night matches, then parties,
and then early morning flights too. All
this, including the travel, takes a toll.”
That’s what M.S.Dhoni said in
justification, after India’s disastrous
performance at the T20 World Cup in
2010.
The same captain led the Chennai Super Kings to the IPL T20 win
less than three weeks before the ouster of Team India from the
World Cup. And going by his theory, whatever happened during
the IPL was what caused the World Cup disaster. These words
coming from “Captain Cool” are no more than an excuse for
failure.
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because it was cold. He lost others because he could not cope up
with the heat. Sometimes he was under-trained, at other times he
was over-trained. His most painful loss was to Even Lendl in the
1984 French Open. Why did he lose after leading 2 sets to nil?
According to McEnroe, it wasn’t his fault. An NBC cameraman
had taken off his headset and a noise started coming from the side
of the court.
The problem with McEnroe was that he did not accept his failure.
Worse still, he refused to learn from failures. He did not thrive on
challenges; when the going got tough, he often folded. As a result,
by his own admission he did not fulfill his potential. After his
playing days he confessed that his on-court temper tantrums were
only a cover for not playing well. Instead of finding the real
reasons for losing, he made excuses. Rather than getting the basics
right and practicing hard, he relied purely on natural talent. He was
the number one player in the world for four years – but he was a
champion who did not know how to deal with failure.
On the other hand, Michael Jordan is a great example about
success through failure. In a commercial for Nike - famous for its
failure-defying tagline “Just Do It” - Jordan says, “I’ve missed
more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games.
26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game-winning shot, and
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missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life - and
that is why I succeeded.”
Michael Jordan wasn’t a natural talent. He was cut from the high
school varsity team. He worked hard to get back. He left his home
at six in the morning to get in some hours of practice before
school. Then at the University of North Carolina, he worked on
what he thought were his weaknesses – his defensive game, his
ball handling and shooting skills. Once, after his team lost the last
game of the season, Jordan went back to the court and practiced his
shots for hours – he had started his preparations for the next year.
He is probably one of the hardest working athletes in the history of
sport. Only once did he take it easy. It was the year he returned to
the Bulls after his stint in baseball. The Bulls were eliminated in
the play-offs. Jordan learned his lesson, “You can’t leave and think
you can come back and dominate this game. I will be physically
and mentally prepared from now on.” For the next three years, the
Chicago Bulls won the NBA title. With Michael Jordan, the
Chicago Bulls won six NBA championships. “I can accept failure,
everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying,” said
Michael Jordan.
Tiger Woods commented in the 2006 Buick interview: “It’s just
experience. I’ve put myself in so many different scenarios and
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have been successful and have failed, and I’ve had to learn from
both. Why did I fail? Well, because of this. Why did I succeed?
Well, because of this. You have to analyse, you have to be critical,
and you have to understand that you have to take hard looks at
yourself. Over the years I’ve done that, and I think that’s one of the
reasons why I’ve been able to keep progressing through the years.
Trust me, it’s not always easy, but my father has always harped on
me, always be honest with yourself, true to yourself, look yourself
in the mirror and be honest. Some days are tougher than others.
When you know you’ve absolutely messed up, you have to admit it
and move on and learn and apply. And I’ve done that.”
This is something which the Indian cricket team could make
note of. The team didn’t train after either of the first two defeats in
the Super-8’s games. “What do we gain in a day’s practice? We
thought it would be better to take some time off and turn up fresh
for the games,” argued Dhoni. I have a lot of respect for the man
who brought us the first T20 World Cup and I wish that rather than
blaming the IPL for the World Cup failure he could have analysed
the real reasons for the failure, graciously accepted the mistakes
and took some lessons from it.
Sports can be a great teacher. These lessons are not just for the
Indian cricket team. They are for all of us. We have to learn to deal
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with our failures. Failures are not always bad. A failure is a pit-
stop on the journey to success. Failure is feedback. Failure shows
what doesn’t work. Failure tells us that something needs to be
fixed. Failure has a positive power. It teaches us that we learn, we
can survive, go on, and discover talents previously hidden. Most
importantly - failure humbles. It reminds us that we are not
supermen but human beings who will some day fall to ground.
Failure is so painful that it almost guarantees that we won’t make
the same mistakes again. When we fail, we are at the bottom. We
have nothing more to lose. The only place to go is up. The golfer
Bobby Jones said, “I never learned anything from a match I won.”
He respected defeat and he profited from it.
The only problem is that we as human beings perceive failure as an
identity. That’s because, “I failed to…” is perceived as “I am a
failure”. As a result, most people fear failure. Failure is not an
identity; it is only a judgment about an event. What matters is how
we cope with failure. It’s important to be able to forget the pain of
failure while retaining the lessons from it.
“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time
we fall,” - Confucius
13th
May, 2010
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The DC Disaster
While attending a conference at Washington-DC, Anuj a good
friend who lived in Seattle, visited us in State-College,
Pennsylvania. This was in January 2001; I was in my first year of
MS at The Pennsylvania State University. After an enjoyable
weekend with us it was time for Anuj to return to the conference.
Not wanting to drive back alone (it took about four hours from
State College to DC), he suggested that Atin and I join him. A free
ride to the Capital of USA and stay in the luxurious Hilton hotel
lured us into the offer. We roped in Vishal our other roommate
since we required someone to drive us back to State College.
Atin and I had never driven in America until then.
On reaching DC we returned the car Anuj had rented and asked for
a one-way rental to State-College. That’s when it began to go
wrong. “No one-way rentals”, “Under 25, Sorry”, “No rentals on
international-driving-permit,” were the response we got from car
rental agencies. In the two hours that we searched, we must have
enquired at over 10 rentals. We travelled from one rental to another
by bus, metro and at times even requested rental companies to
drive us to their competitor. Seeing our plight they obliged. We
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finally succumbed and gave up our hunt for the night. We decided
to rent a car for local sightseeing and leave our worries to the next
morning.
After a night ride of the city, we parked the car on the street
adjacent to the hotel because we couldn’t afford the hotel parking
rate of 20$. Tired and hungry, we sneaked into the hotel room one
by one. We thought the hotel would charge us more if they saw
four of us together. At about mid-night we called for pizzas to be
delivered at the hotel.
The pizza guy arrived at 2:30 a.m.! By then sleep had beat hunger
and all except me had gone to sleep. And after returning the pizzas
I too went to sleep.
Our plans for the next morning had been already made; we had to
move our car from the street by 6 am else it would be towed.
We were late by fifteen minutes. “Good morning friends,” a
friendly cop greeted us with a 20$ parking ticket in his hand. The
adventures for the day had just begun. We bid Anuj good bye and
started our tour of the city.
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Atin – In Search for a Car
After the city tour we forgot the hardships of the previous night.
We found out that we could return to State College by the
Greyhound Bus Service. For three people it turned out to be more
expensive than a car rental. With no options and the little money
we had in our pockets we bought the bus tickets for State College.
We needed to get back in time for our teaching assistantship
assignments the next morning.
We still had to return the local-rental car. As we drove past the
busy streets of Washington DC, a huge sign-board greeted us,
“Welcome to Virginia”. We had lost our way! We kept searching
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for an angel who would tell us the way back to DC but never found
one. By the time we returned the car and reached the bus station
the bus had already left. To our despair, we realised that we were
early for the next bus. And that would be there in a little less than
24 hours!
Out of money, gas and sleep we somehow managed to get back to
the Hilton for some rest. Sitting in the grand lobby of the Hilton
with no hard cash we worried over our options of getting back to
State College. We requested a friend from State College to come to
DC for pick up. He said he would revert. By then, Anuj returned
from the conference and was shocked to see us. He chuckled when
we narrated the events of the day to him. He knew the solution to
our problem, “I’ll drive you guys back!” he volunteered. He drove
us back to State College that night and returned to DC the next
morning in time to attend the conference. This time he took the
ride back alone.
Eight years have passed but the events of those 24 hours are still
etched in my memory. It couldn’t have gone more wrong than
it did.
10th
May, 2009
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The Organization and Its People
This note dates back to Oct 1998. I had written this for the monthly bulletin of Gharda Chemicals, where I worked from Oct 1998 to May 2000. The article was rated as the best contribution that month. “The Organization and its People”. The topic seemed to be
pretty difficult until the realisation that we are talking about
you, me and the chap who sits next to our work place. We are
talking about the GHARDA FAMILY, the family each one of
us belongs to. To know the family we need to know the
people, the members of the family, their behaviour and their
habits. The following is a sincere attempt to list out, based on
detailed observations, the different personalities you come
across in an organisation.
Let us start on a positive note and talk about the
SUPERMAN. He seems to be capable of doing everything.
Impossible is a word that does not exist in his dictionary. He
always reaches the right place at the right time. People always
search for him in times of trouble, for his ability to set things
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right, to make things happen. There is place for him
everywhere. He inspires, he motivates and he reminds you of
Sachin Tendulkar because you know there is always hope as
long as he is there (batting or bowling). He is the greatest
asset to the organisation, a treasure. But let me caution you
for you will always come across men who talk about their
super human abilities. For one, they will give you an
impression that nothing will work in their absence. And the
other, they keep boasting of their achievements. Remember
talkers need not necessarily be doers.
How often have you said “ Kaun kehata hai ke Hitler mar
gaya?” (Who says Hitler is dead?) After all you see him
every day, right in front of you. Are yaar, tumhare us wale
boss ki baat kar raha hoon. (My dear friend, I am referring to
your boss) When he talks you better listen or else you’ve had
it. He always seems to follow you, especially so when you’re
trying to get away from him. You are never spared, not even
in your dreams, a hyperbole perhaps, but by now I guess you
know what we are talking about. You love to hate him,
don’t you?
Don’t ponder too much on Hitler. Now just close your eyes
and think of the young chap who just joined the organisation.
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“Why does he ask so many questions? Especially those
stupid ones,” is what you often wonder. He certainly does it
(I know it because I do it too) for he is always in a hurry to
know things. He’s young, enthusiastic (and what not) and
you like the way he addresses you as SIR. This fellow is the
future of the organisation, so please lend him a helping hand.
Then there is the DRONACHARYA. This wonderful teacher
never fails to inspire you, for he sees in you his ARJUN, his
blue-eyed boy. The generous master gifts you all his
knowledge and shares his experience but not without his
GURU-DAKSHINA. He expects commitment, sincerity,
honesty and dedication, a small fee by any standards. But it
often appears that the Dronacharyas and the Arjuns are extinct
species. Instead you have people who would always teach
you all the wrong things and GOD only knows why.
Though unfortunate, an organisation also has its share of the
infectious lot. They have a corrupting influence on the
organisation. They lack enthusiasm, motivation, willingness
to work and all this has a very high coefficient of induction.
Keep away from them. They can be deadlier than the
deadliest of viruses.
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Besides the above there are several other people. There is this
old guy who has seen it all. He always has a serious look on
his face and one never hears him talk (his gray hair does the
talking). But all he needs is a slightest of the stimulus and he
will narrate to you stories of those who came and those who
went and why he was still there (I admire his patience). Then
there is the naughty guy and his practical jokes, the quiet
fellow and the big talker, the ever smiling bubbly guy, the
pretty woman (inspiration to many), the big lady (daily
newspaper of the organisation) and many more.
The organization needs all of you. After all, VARIETY IS
THE SPICE OF LIFE.
My Organization- Unique Mixers & Furnaces ,
Unimix Equipments - Staff Picnic 2007
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To Mom & Dad
I wrote this letter to Mom and Dad on their 23rd Wedding Anniversary, in 1999. The preceding six months were stressful and our family went through an emotional period. My grandmother lost her battle with cancer on 14 th July 1998. My grandpa passed away on 3 rd January, 1999.
Mom & Dad
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Congratulations on your 23rd wedding anniversary. Your
marriage is still young, only a year older than me. Two of you
have a long way to go, and please don’t forget to take me
along.
Today I have decided not to stop myself and my emotions and
wish to speak my mind freely. I wish to speak from my heart,
something which I have not always done.
Thank you for all that you have given me over the past 22
years: your love, affection and everything else. You have
always stood by me, in good and bad times. Your advice has
always been most valuable, your encouragement has been an
inspiration, and your values have been the guiding principles
of my life. You have taught me how to respect elders and love
younger ones. Observing the two of you in last six months, I
have learnt a lot about what elders mean to the children and
this made me realise how important the two of you are in my
life. I love you.
I have been rude at times but you have always forgiven me. I
may have disobeyed but you have forgotten. I have made
mistakes and you have always corrected me. I am lucky to
have parents like you.
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Today I have started earning and I am sure you must be proud
of it. I have only to thank you and all our family members for
the position I am in. I am presenting a small gift from my
earned income but it means a lot to me. No gift can and will
ever compensate all that I have received from you over the
years but still I would feel good when I see a smile on your
face. Thank you.
Wishing you a great anniversary,
Your only One
Sonu.
24th January, 1999
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World, My Son Starts School Today By Abraham Lincoln
World, take my child by the hand – he starts school today!
Maahir’s First Day to School, 18th June, 2009
It is all going to be strange and new to him for a while and I
wish you would sort-of treat him gently. You see, up to now,
he has been king of the roost. He has been the boss of the
backyard. I've always been around to repair his wounds and
I've always been handy to soothe his feelings.
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But now things are going to be different. This morning he is
going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand, and start
on a great adventure that probably will include wars and
tragedy and sorrow.
To live in this world will require faith and love and courage.
So world, I wish you would sort-of take him by his young
hand and teach him the things he will have to know. Teach
him, but gently if you can.
He will have to learn, I know that all people are not just, that
all man and women are not true.
Teach him that for every scoundrel, there is a hero; that for
every enemy, there is a friend. Let him learn early that the
bullies are the easiest people to lick.
Teach him the wonder of books.
Give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in
the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hill.
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Teach him that it is far more honourable to fail than to cheat.
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone
tells he is wrong.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when
everyone else is getting on the bandwagon.
Teach him to listen to others, but to filter all he hears on a
screen of truth and to take only the good that comes through.
Teach him never to put a price tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears on the howling mob - and to stand
and fight if he thinks he is right.
Teach him gently, World, but do not coddle him because only
the test of fire makes fine steel.
This is a big order, World, but see what you can do. He is
such a nice son.
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Memoirs
Daddy& Badi Mummy with Papa, Atam Uncle,
Lala Uncle, Pappukaka & Champa Didi
With Badi Mummy & Daddy
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Childhood Days
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Tekchandaney Family on Honey & Mayur’s Wedding,
8th Nov, 2009
Mom & Shourya's Birthday Celebration on 21st April, 2010
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Jashnani Family on 17th Dec, 2003
Shah Family on 17th Dec, 2003
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Friends Forever: Jayesh, Amit, Vivek, Mitesh, Sachin
TSEC – Chemical Friends: 1998 Batch
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Penn State EDOG Lab – 2002
Graduation Day, December, 2002 ,
Nanda, Stella, Smita, Jayesh
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Valentine's Day, 1995
Wedding Celebrations, 2003
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Wedding Day: 17th December, 2003
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Maahir's Birth: 14th Feb, 2006
Maahir’s First Friends: L-R: Krish, Jyot, Viyaa, Maahir
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Friends Forever: Bharat Uncle & Dad (The Founders of
Unique Group) with Balraj Uncle
Learning from the Master: L-R: Vinod, Jay, Jayesh,
Prajapati with Bharat Uncle
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With Nisha & Vivek: After Completing 21 km Mumbai
Marathon on 17th Jan 2010
With Jay, Ruta, Viyaa: On Vacation, June 2010
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If I have seen far,
it is because
I have stood on the shoulders of giants.
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