Beijing Olympics 2008

I feel proud to be an Indian despite so much corruption, crime, and lack of proper infrastructure. However, every time the Olympics come around, I feel embarrassed because a nation with a population of a billion people struggles to win a medal. When Bindra recently earned a gold medal and two other athletes in their respective sports got bronze. The entire nation was ecstatic and filled with pride, and so am I.

I believe that we are still not concentrating on the main issue, or are we attempting to escape from it? Why do we consider 3 medals to be sufficient? Why don't we compare ourselves to nations like China, the United States, Russia, Australia, etc.? In just one Olympics, Michael Philips earned 8 gold medals. He is deserving of praise. Do we (Indians) want to send the idea that we are not as patriotic as those from other nations? I'm not saying this because we've only won three medals. The Indian team was the only one that did not wear a uniform at the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics in 2008; moreover, they were occupied snapping pictures or looking at their phones during the parade. Democracy does not permit us to disregard manners and present a poor reflection on our nation.The standard set for athletes should be raised, and the government should provide the necessary resources they need to train for and win such competitions. Athletes must contribute by following the rules and keeping the country ahead of them. I am optimistic that we will reach double digits in gold medals soon. All of the athletes who are competing for our nation on the international stage have my best wishes.

My First Blog

Hold on folks!! You'd be mistaken to assume that this is my first blog. I'm talking about my experience and how I got into blogging. I mistakenly believed that blogs were just for experts who wrote really complex material, such as technical documents or dry philosophical writings. I detest it, therefore I stopped wasting my time reading blogs. I moved to a role where social networking sites and blogs became my bread and butter. My situation was similar to that of a poor youngster who hates arithmetic but has no other alternative.

In our company, one of my seniors started posting his weekly blog, "Fursat Friday." Like a good software engineer, I deleted his email without reading his first blog. But his subsequent blog made me feel (like a typical HR man) that there must be something worthwhile for someone of his level to spend their time blogging. Therefore, the pattern persisted until "Fursat Friday 5".

Finally, I decided to write down my masterpiece and pull the innocuous legs of my elders.

Visit my debut blog at http://www.fursatfriday.com/2008/07/fursat-friday-7-tipping-point-3-amit.html to learn more.

However, I've turned into a dedicated blogger (boring and philosophical:-)) who doesn't require an excuse to write. I was inspired by Ravi, and I'm confident that someday, I'll inspire someone else.

Amit - a Poet

I wrote this poem when I was 18 years old and at that time I thought this was a masterpiece and no one can write such a poem, now after 10 years I realized that it was really a masterpiece which has no rhythm, a lot of grammatical mistakes and quite exciting or funny words.

Your true love in a rose,
Remove my fear to you loss.
Your affection towards my life,
Encourage me too to smile.
Your right guidance to me
Increase more confidence in me.
Your condolence words in my sorrow
Makes the embarrassing time to flow.
Your thoughts are only for my best,
Makes you dear better than best.

Common Name - a problem ?

No one can imagine that their name can be a problem even though I didn’t realize, it till the time I started facing its cons. When I was kid, I used to like my name (“Amit Jain”) and whenever someone asks my name, I proudly tell them in Amitabh Bachchan style, like any other fan of the superstar. At times, I believe my parents gave me this name, either of them must be a fan of Mr. Bachchan or they didn’t have time to research names.

 

I am part of a world that is growing at a faster pace where “uniqueness” is the key to success. And like every human being, I also dream of ruling the world and building my identity.

 

My poor story begins in my school days where there were 2 of my batch mates were sharing the same name and 20 were sharing my first name. Every time my teachers scolded me or punished me for things that I never did, I always realize the meaning of “unique”. It continues till my graduation. Now I realize why I was always an average student despite performing well in examinations. My other “name friends” got benefits; otherwise, I was a brilliant student.

 I enjoyed my name monopoly in post-graduation. I thought it was a sign of the golden era. But this high-tech fanatic world also disappointed me where I can’t create my email ID, blogs, username and so many things with my name, because there are thousands of “greats” who were lucky to be born before me, who have already blocked this name and enjoying supremacy. You never know how many girls were unfortunate, who got confused and spoiled their life with all devils who are sharing my “name”

I always wonder why I never got any benefit out of it.

 Once I thought, I should change my name to “Amiit Jain” or “Ammit Jain” at least it will add one more client/ follower for numerologists.

 My woes continue in my job where few genius are sharing this “common” name and it always irritates me when people send emails to the wrong person and then they expect me to finish work on time. My identification has changed now my colleagues know me as “Amit Jain HR”. My job is now my unique identification. Finally, now I am virtually ruling the world of Google, and thanks to my job which require a lot of internet activities, all job portals (my bread and butter), and LinkedIn. Now I always type my name with my company name in Google and show my friends I am ruling on world (Google) “page 1”.

 I empathize with all of my friends who are sailing in the same boat and my suggestion, no in fact plea to all friends when they become parents save your child's identity crisis and give him/her a unique calling card.

My 10 inch Biceps

My friends often call me an iron rod, but it doesn’t mean that I am strong like an iron, I am thin like an iron rod. My list of superlatives is endless and includes skeleton, stick, and so on. I know you must have imagined my build, so ladies & gentlemen let me introduce you, 6’ feet, 138 pounds, 10-inch biceps and hard-to-find triceps, world lightweight champion “Amit Jain”

 

When I was a kid, I was overweight and today I am underweight. Once I thought to join a gym and build my body like Salman Khan/Hrithik Roshan. After a month I found, my body is coming into the shape of my bones. Instead of a muscular body built I had built of bones which clearly show my 206 bones. Undoubtedly, I can easily be the brand ambassador for the UN to represent third-world countries or for any of their campaign on the importance of nutrition.

 

It’s been 10 years since my popularity and TRP is more than Ekta Kapoor's TV series. I am famous among my relatives and friends because they scare their children with the proverb “eat the proper food otherwise you will be like Amit”.

I tried a lot to gain weight but my 10-inch biceps had decided to beat me in this challenge and even after so many years it was still the same. We all have heard about different contests like “biggest loser” where whom so ever loses the maximum weight wins the contest. If there is any contest “rare gainer”, you all can blindly bet on me and win the prizes because the possibility of my gaining weight is impossible like in India without corruption and dirty politics.

 

Once I read, 10 was the lucky number for all the legends like Pele, Maradona, Sachin Tendulkar, etc. I am sure, I will also be known as a legend, how does it matter for my “10” inch biceps?