Bajaj Quotes

My life is a plate of perfectly edible but ordinary scrambled eggs. I want them savory, creamy, cheesy and maybe with bacon on the side.

It's not time that is passing by after all, it's you and I

All mountain people are like that. No matter where you go, the mountains call you back.

The mind, at times, takes masochistic delight in suffering.

I am the seeker, the act of seeking, and the one who is sought.

Love was for dummies, soulmates were the creation of pulp-fiction writers; romance was craved by ageing, lonely cat owners. Successful relationships were built on rationality and compromise.

The whole world’s problems are caused by man’s inability to sit quietly by himself in a room.

Time is like a barber, it shears you first and then shows you your own face in the mirror. (Marrying Nusrat)

Kamu itu bajaj bermesin BMW, begitu Lana mengungkapkan kepadanya saat didesak. Lana kenal banyak BMW bermesin bajaj, dan semua itu habis dia hina-hina. Untuk benar-benar bersanding sebagai pacar Lana, seseorang harus jadi mobil mewah Eropa luar dalam. Lana yang unik dan glamor. Kamu cukup jadi kacung intelektualky saja, kata Lana kepadanya.

Years don't age a man - experiences do that.

You may think just a window But you overtook my soul. You are not just a whisper, You are louder than my soul. (from poem Chimera)

History remembers only the names of the conquerors. There are no pages devoted to the scruples of the losers.

We are more than our feelings. Feelings are like leaves and flowers on the tree of our being. They are the first to dance in the breeze, the first to blossom in springtime, the first to sparkle in the rain. But come the cold and frost, we discover that the bare branches of our values and the roots of our traditions are the structure we stand on.

There are just traces of me and not a shadow left… Without the traces of your iridescence to make my silhouette.

Remember, curiosity killed the cat." She was wrong of course. Curiosity could never kill this cat. But yes, a pair of beautiful brown eyes could.

The only crime is getting caught. Don't ever commit it.

Life had become some kind of profound competition, where my emotional loss was substituted by my professional success. I became a part of what they call the rat race.

There is no greatness in dying for love, Raakha, she wanted to say. Those who die untimely, violent deaths don’t become ashes. They become guilty scars on the flesh of the living. They become wounds that never heal no matter how much time passes.

man’s soul cries for the infinite in a finite world. That’s why nothing ever satisfies us.

What are you worrying about? You are born to die anyway.

All that crap about time being a great healer is bullshit. Time heals nothing. Well, acne maybe.

Yoga stilled the fluctuations of the individual mind’s helpless thought waves, allowing it to see the one unchanging energy, the unborn, un-aging, un-ailing, sorrow-less and deathless state within

A well-worn marriage was like a shop-soiled currency note. Its only fault was that it had been in circulation for too long – it didn’t smell fresh, feel crisp to your fingers and fill you with a sense of possibilities as you held it in your hand, like a newly minted, fresh-from-the-press one did. (Lottery Ticket)

Breathing attentively is yoga. Complete absorption in your work is yoga. Thinking about others instead of yourself is yoga. Anything which makes you forget your small self and become one with the infinite is yoga.

I have more than 6670 employees spread across the length and breadth of the country who live and experience the brand 'Bajaj Allianz' everyday. I'd like to believe that these people are the company's most valued brand ambassadors.

His actions were neither good nor bad. They were like those of the rhododendron and the pine trees on the mountains that were his home, which flowered without thinking, then withered away without clinging, helpless to act as they were.

Whatever wisdom I have has been hard-earned – each meaning carefully culled out of the dictionary of human experiences and emotions and put in its precise place in the matrix. Meaning doesn’t come easy. The Great Crossword Setter in the Sky is capricious and wilful, demanding absolute obedience. You can waste the better part of a lifetime arguing about the randomness of the clues, the setting of the squares, why a certain square is black and not white as you need it to be, question the whole point of doing the crossword – what, after all, is to be gained by solving it. Only after all the chattering is over and you give your complete attention to it, does the perfection of the pattern reveal itself. As is, where is, everything fits. And at the end, when it’s all done, there is no reward to be had – the joy of doing it right is all the reward there ever is. (A Deepavali Gift)

I see the faces that stop by my cart here. Their smiles are hollow, their eyes are hungry. The yogi's faces are different. Silent, complete. Like the mountains around them. Asking no questions, seeking no answers, just certain, as though they knew exactly who they were.

A girl is never born alone. From birth she is accompanied by two invisible twin sisters named Lajja and Sharm. Lajja is the older of the twins, split seconds ahead. She whispers warnings, advises modesty, advocates caution. Sharm is the nasty number, the tattletale, the teaser, the guilt-tripper.

All that stuff you read about detectives having microphones, guns, and other fancy gadgets in the drawers, is strictly for the cows. The only action we ever get is killing mosquitoes during an all-night watch. Our preferred choice of weapon is a spray can of mosquito repellent, and a steel flask of whisky.

She will not believe me if I tell her love is all anyone ever needs. Everything else – the fast cars, the private aeroplanes, the mansions, the diamonds, the watches, the fancy clothes, the perfect bodies, the publicity, the awards, the applause – all are ways of filling the emptiness created by the lack of love.

I was just another ordinary traveller on an un-heroic journey;

Your failures are celebrated after you become successful, but in the moment, they rip your life apart. You doubt yourself, everyone doubts you, your world is shattered.

there is birth, age, suffering, sorrow, and death, then there must be something that is unborn, un-aging, un-ailing, sorrowless, and deathless—immortal, as it were. Max

They’ve just realized sooner than all of us that man’s soul cries for the infinite in a finite world. That’s why nothing ever satisfies us.” Omkara

Do you want me to tell you the truth?" he asked softly. "No I want you to bullshit me please.

Why do you want to know?" she asked. "No special reason. The Idiot guide to detectives says that you you are supposed to ask questions like that.

Our life is a game. Everybody plays, some win , some loose and some quit.

The world hates those who do not conform. It is easier to forgive liars and cheaters, thieves and murderers than to tolerate someone who does not aspire to the same things as others.

Thought is energy, desire is energy. Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it just changes form. So our thoughts and desires just find a new physical body when this one wastes away.” He

It’s strange to see someone die. One moment they are breathing and moving, and the next moment their bodies are heavy and solid, like stone. Their spirit is gone. It feels random, not like any kind of master plan.

A well-worn marriage was like a shop-soiled currency note. Its only fault was that it had been in circulation for too long – it didn’t smell fresh, feel crisp to your fingers and fill you with a sense of possibilities as you held it in your hand, like a newly minted, fresh-from-the-press one did.

The way out of the cycle was to sublimate the I principle, relinquish all individual desire, to restrain the naturally outgoing mind fueled by the senses and turn it inward. Once it focused within, the mind saw its real nature of pure consciousness and rejected the individual desires and thoughts surrounding it.

there is just one energy in the universe. Everything, everyone are just forms of it. When you get enlightened, you see that oneness everywhere, in everything. You realize that a human body, any body for that matter, is just a temporary vessel for that energy to express itself so the body’s birth or death is inconsequential.

You can have no idea what it feels like to live in an ordinary woman’s skin. From the moment a girl is born she is tutored by her mother on what she may and may not do. The list of what she is allowed to do keeps on shrinking as she grows older—cover your head, lower your neck, conceal your breasts, hide your ankles, don’t go to the river alone, don’t step out in the evening, don’t laugh loudly, don’t ask questions, don’t expect answers … Then she marries and it only gets worse. A mother-in-law takes over to enforce the rules. Wake up first, sleep last. Cook feasts, eat leftovers. Feed sons, starve daughters. And when finally she grows older and the baton passes on to her, she starts battering the next generation with it, having seen nothing else in her life!’ ‘So are you saying women oppress women?’ I was surprised that her tirade was directed at mothers and mothers-in-law rather than at men. ‘Yes, precisely. Why blame the men alone? Why will they try to change an existing order in which they get a bonded slave to cook their food, wash their clothes, clean their homes, warm their beds, look after their aging parents and bear them children? But what reason do women have? Why do they fall all over themselves to tyrannise other women? Women can rescue each other. Women can refuse to starve, scare and suppress their daughters. They can be friends and comrades with their daughters-in-law. Women can look out for the safety of their house maids and farm labourers. Women can insist that other women be treated with respect and dignity. But for that they first need to stop feeling helpless and scared themselves. They need to stop needing a man to protect them. The price of that protection is just too high.

Going beyond the narrow reaches of family and friends and feeding a stranger before feeding yourself is necessary. It purifies you, simplifies your life.

The family always maintains that if x brother is not capable of running something, but he is a Bajaj and a part owner of the whole thing, he will remain there. Maybe the family has to find the right managers for him.

Talking of past is like two birds sitting and knitting sweater. Fools’ daydreams. You think only of future,

So if there is birth, age, suffering, sorrow and death, then there must be something that is unborn, un-aging, un-ailing, sorrow-less and deathless, immortal as it were.

The generally reported lack of relationship between the severity of diabetes and the vascular complications… suggest that hyperglycemia is not the factor linking diabetes with atherosclerosis. The possibility that insulin contributes to the development of the large vessel complications of diabetes has been explored, and evidence has been presented that insulin stimulates arterial smooth muscle cell proliferation and lipid synthesis in the arterial wall.   —”Diabetes and atherosclerosis.” In J. S. Bajaj, ed. Insulin and Metabolism. Amsterdam, London, New York: Excerpta Medica 27(1979): 1-13.

Bajaj, like Birla, a convert to Gandhian principles, raised social issues that most members of the community found unpalatable: inter-caste marriage, expressing concern over the extravagance of marriage celebrations, arguing against the practice of financial speculation, condemning child marriage and asking Marwari women to give up their traditional dress and jewellery.

She will not believe me if I tell her if love is all anyone ever needs. Everything else... are all ways of filling the emptiness created by the lack of love!

Your personal growth from a failed project simply shows in your next project. Learning compounds.

A leader has to become an expert in everything that matters in their company.

Life is hard in the days, but in the decades, the creator surges ahead from connecting the dots. Three decades of research by Korn Ferry7 shows that learning agility is the single-best predictor of career success, not grades or college pedigrees.

Learning-agile employees constantly seek new challenges at work, take risks and self-reflect from mistakes. They’re obsessed with learning and growth rather than titles and promotions. As a result, they adapt quickly to unfamiliar situations and thrive among chaos and uncertainty, the number one most critical skill in a world changing dramatically from technology. The higher you go in an organization, the more you’ll lead and make decisions in uncertainty. While ordinary careers stutter and plateau in this uncertainty, the learner’s career accelerates. Figure 6.1: The learner’s career path

There is something in your voice that stops me. I feel as if it knows me better than I know myself. As if it knows ways into my heart to which I myself am not privy. That it will know how to buoy me up when I’m drowning, heal me when I’m wounded, put me together when I’m broken,

As long as there are men around offering to protect them, women have everything to be scared of. She was better off fighting her own battles.

I picked up the flute and let my torrent of longing for Heer pour out of me. It emerged as a young, swift, heedless mountain brook tripping, falling and gushing down towards the ocean of love. As I played on, the nature of love made itself known to me. Our individual love stories are but the waves rising from and falling back into the vast, infinite sea of love from which the universe was created. The outburst of clouds as rain, the tumult of springs and the restlessness of rivers finally all belong to the ocean. We are all one water—rain, river, cloud, tears, blood and sea. All love bears the Creator’s signature. The name I knew God by was now Heer. I could not put another name in its place.

Honour is like a tiger that men of our ilk have been riding for centuries. We think it adds to our glory but in the end it only turns its head back, tosses us down and devours us.

You speak wildly in the sway of your emotions. You wish that the rules of society should be rewritten so that you can carry on conveniently with your lover. The world was not constructed to do our bidding. We have to live by its rules. If individual passions were allowed to run the world we would all be living in chaos.’ ‘Better a chaotic world in which people are happy than an orderly one in which love has no place,’ said Heer.

You speak wildly in the sway of your emotions. You wish that the rules of society should be rewritten so that you can carry on conveniently with your lover. The world was not constructed to do our bidding. We have to live by its rules. If individual passions were allowed to run the world we would all be living in chaos.’ ‘Better a chaotic world in which people are happy than an orderly one in which love has no place,’ said Heer. ‘This world was created out of Allah’s love for his creatures. Take love out of it and life becomes like a mouthful of ashes—dry, tasteless and impossible to swallow.

The difference between the hero and bandit lies not in how well each wields the sword but in the cause to which their weapon is drawn.

What is social class anyway but a man-made prison,

Ranjha, have you ever stopped to think why a girl’s place in the world is so small, why a woman’s work is constantly belittled or why she is considered inferior to men, even though she is the one who gives birth to them and raises them? I’ll tell you why. Because if she leaves her father or husband’s house she might be physically harmed, she might be dragged into a field or an alley and raped, she might be sold to a brothel, she might be carried off by bandits or by enemy soldiers and kept as a sex slave. So she learns, like generations of women have done before her, to trade her freedom for security, her dignity for physical safety. She chooses to live with a hundred little insults to her spirit every day instead of the threat of that one big assault on her body. In the end it all boils down to not being helpless.’ ‘And carrying a sword makes you feel less helpless?’ ‘Not just feel less helpless. It makes me less helpless.

It intrigues us, this human notion of a ‘fairer sex’. Male pigeons can’t be told apart from female pigeons on the basis of colour. The concept of the ‘weaker sex’ is even more incomprehensible to us. Male and female pigeons equally grunt, growl, peck and flap their wings to protect their nest and their young ones against threats. And the division of labour in our species is something that humans would do well to look at. Even the hatching of eggs is done collaboratively. The female pigeon sits on the egg from mid-afternoon to the morning. In the morning, the male takes over and is on duty till mid-afternoon. Both sexes take turns in feeding their baby chicks by regurgitating food into their mouths. And no self-respecting, able-bodied male pigeon would think it was his female partner’s job to serve him food. And yet, human beings are considered the more advanced of the two species. At least in their own lexicon.

Often, and sadly, we go blind to this in sport. We see the competitors, but not who they lean on. We miss the parents putting child before job and ferrying kids to obscure destinations for tennis events across India; we miss the mothers sitting patiently beside pools as a daughter cuts quietly through the water for hours; we miss the fathers religiously dropping off sons for cricket nets before work and after on their Bajaj scooters. They wait for, and on, us.

Women represented 21 per cent of India’s workforce despite being half of college graduates in the country, placing India in the bottom ten countries in the world in terms of women workforce participation. In contrast, similar economies such as China and Brazil had 61 per cent and 48 per cent of women in the workforce, respectively.

The founder’s energy drives the energy of the organization.

Exercise: One hour Meditation: One hour (thirty minutes in the morning as soon as I got up; 30 thirty in the night just before sleeping) Reading/Reflection: One hour

The instinctual desire to separate and hold on to individual identities was the root of suffering

Even goodness shackled a person. Every concept bound. We all built houses on the sand, destined to fade away in dust.

He was breaking into pieces, falling, fluid, boundaryless, merging into Nani Maa, just one giant heart that felt her fear, her sadness, her goodness, her pride, her love, like his own.

His old self that had sought happiness itself had dissolved, replaced by just a deep, expanding stillness that was completely empty yet strangely filled with life, energy, and bliss

He wasn’t craving happiness. He was seeking something quite different … completeness

At its peak, man realizes that his mind is always vaguely discontented and is crying for something beyond the world of people, objects, and achievements. Only then begins the journey of involution, of seeking completion within.

All these ups and downs are just small waves in the yoga of your discontent.

The narrow need for comfort and companionship had to be burned in the fire of a broader, universal love

If he wanted to become the universal, he had to transcend this narrow love, these binding attachments that fed one’s sense of self.

The sound that emerged in his spine was Om, the root in every sound, the word that had vibrated in the act of creation.

Liberate yourself from narrow individual bonds. See oneness everywhere.

The energy fluctuated, helpless with its desire to experience itself, and out of the hundreds of possible outcomes, the universe we live in came to be

All were made of the same substratum, each linked by the same vibrating, intelligent energy, separated by their sense of I

Lose identification with your thoughts, desires, the whole sense of I, and become the One

We keep striving for bigger and bigger goals until we forget what we are striving for.

Gossip is society’s watchman, wall and whip all at once. Tale by malicious tale, rumour by rumour, the wall of society’s narrow morality is erected. Inside it is the cosy warmth of belonging. Outside, it is brutally cold and lonely.

I needed to leave. How else would I have met Heer? Better a hundred deaths for Heer than a life without her.

The same principle applies to your negative emotions. You need to be a parent to your emotions, just like you would with a child. Take the time to sit with your feelings, communicate with them, and understand why they behave the way they do. When I say “sit with your feelings,” I mean start journaling.

Through conversations with my mom, I began to realize that women often tend to be more self-critical than men in similar situations. They strive for perfection in all areas, and even the smallest setback can cause them to internalize the pain of failure.

It's cool to think about stuff bigger than ourselves" -Chris

Learn peace in India,” said the Israeli. “The whole world’s problems are caused by man’s inability to sit quietly by himself in a room.” Max’s

Make Smart Choices in your life.

I felt my heart flutter on seeing her. Either I was in love or last night's whisky and finger chips were causing acidity.

The smell of sewage flooded into the car and I saw rotting vegetables and chunks of garbage floating in the clogged water on the streets. The city's very own soup of decay, served cold, and each one of us was sipping it bit by bit.

I put the cup down and gave Neha a hard stare, showing her I was not amused. If I wanted to get insulted by a fat woman over bad food, I would have just flown Air India.

The clouds had dispersed and for a change, the sun was visible in the west, a sinking ball of vodka and cranberry juice.

When you are close, you only see unravelled threads, but with time and distance, it will reveal itself as a mosaic. Just wait and watch. Everything was meant to be exactly the way it is.

There had been too many wrong turns and missed opportunities for me to contemplate just one alternate universe.

...a dishonest man in a dishonest world; a morally ambiguous observer of a morally ambiguous universe.

Another aspect of concentration which intrigues me was a batsman’s ability to actually find a gap by remembering the field settings and then playing the ball through the fielders. A ball that was thrown at him at 150 kmph! The commentators always mention how the batsmen found beautiful gaps and that irritated the hell out of me because as a mediocre cricketer I never reached a stage in my batting where I could actually place the ball in a certain direction. So I once gathered the courage to ask Ricky Ponting if batsmen really found the gaps or was it merely a matter of luck. I knew it was a brave question but what I did not expect was a life philosophy that was one of the most impactful one I have heard in a long time. He said, “Ya mate, batting is an an instinct you hone over years of practice and that enables you to reach a level of expertise where you see the field placements in your mind. A good batsman imprints the fielders in the sub-conscious, but an excellent batsman imprints the gaps. There was a time I used to do the former and hit to the fielders but the moment I started to do the latter I found the gaps.” I was stunned by this analogy. When I mentioned this philosophy to my friend Rajiv Bajaj, the MD of Bajaj Auto he immediately added his business perspective to the same and said, “Exactly! In business, if you focus on the competitors you’ll start behaving like them. But if you focus on the gaps in the market you’ll become a champion company.