Gurmeet Sethi

Ex-NDA,Lt.Col (Retd.)from Corps of Engineers with 23 years of varied service. Heading PT Chandigarh since 1998 and trained more than 6000 students for top level B Schools (with more than a 100 to IIMs alone including 2008 CAT topper!).

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EMPOWERED WOMEN By Gurmeet Sethi www.meetsethi.com I conduct sessions. Many a time one on one counsellings to empower and equip graduates with knowledge, wisdom and information. To boost their morale and confidence. In case of a female client I am extra conscious to ensure I am not mis understood. I try sitting at a place , where I am visible before others. I am careful with my words, my tone and still better with my body language! If I find the prospect fluttering her eyelashes more than usual, or pushing her hair every now and then ,or holding the eye contact a split second longer, my heckles are raised! Guilty? Scared or just paranoid? Empowering Women is an agenda , which must be given the highest priority if we as a society are to progress. A woman empowered is...

COMPETITION OR COLLABORATION AND CORONAVIRUS

COMPETITION OR COLLABORATION AND CORONAVIRUS By GURMEET SETHI www.meetsethi.com (Trustee: WORLD PEACE MISSION Trust) I do write. I do not write often! I need to be up to the brim to pent up my thoughts. I come from a generation that shall soon turn septuagenarians. We are the old school. We were brought up to fight for our survival. Schools were mainly about topping the class, worrying about who scored better than you. It was all about who raised their hands first, when the teacher asked a question. Peer to peer learning or help was considered cheating. Our confidence was built upon such facets. At home, it was drilled into the minds that we need to get marks, come what may, because it meant moving up the social ladder, even if it meant pulling down the peers. Cracking...

The Way to a Man's heart is through his stomach !

THE WAY TO A MAN’s HEART IS THROUGH HIS STOMACH  Author:   Gurmeet Sethi The first book I presented to my wife after our marriage was a book on cookery by Tarla Dalal. As a new enthusiastic  Army wife, she went about setting  up our temporary home in an accommodation that was devoid of furniture and cooking utensils. She soon learnt to make the most of what we had. A heater to cook ,  a multi-purpose frying pan and a few other items. While I was away to work, training and exercises she would delightfully experiment and produce wonders . I would get hot food once back home. A sheer luxury ever since my bachelor days! Today, we are retired and live in our permanent home with all comforts. Children happily married and leading their own professional lives ,...

MASTERING ENGLISH LANGUAGE SKILLS

Mastering English Language Skills                                                                                                                                                          By                                                              GURMEET...

APPLY  APPLY  NO  REPLY!     DO YOU KNOW WHY ?                                                                                                                                           ...

BROUHAHA OVER KARTARPUR SAHAIB CORRIDOR and SIDHU !!  By  Gurmeet Sethi 11 August 2019 Imran Khan , the cricketer turned politician, turned Prime minister of Pakistan has indeed bowled a googly. But,  the question is why have the Indians been trapped leg before wicket? The knee jerk reaction by all the political parties is at best kiddish . It is clear that they have been caught in the quagmire of events that unfolded after the inauguration ceremony. It was expected of Pakistan to break through the Indian impasse, specially after the Pak Generals had successfully installed Imran Khan. They deliberately played low but remained in the shadows.A new  paradigm shift should have been expected and brain stormed by us, which I feel we did not ,and were complacent...

DATA: THE NEXT BIG REVOLUTION Elisa/ Echo/Siri are becoming common household names and the use of these gizmos being flaunted by us as new found passport to be counted "In". During my last US trip I wanted to buy Echo, when my brother (a Computer Science Professor in US) cautioned me. "Do you wish to compromise on your bedroom privacy?" The above is just to illustrate as to how serious is the business of data mining, AI and how relentlessly it is being pursued on naive and gullible consumers and more than happy people waiting to flaunt their new found pastime. We are reckless, more than eager to part with ,what we consider as info of no concern to anybody. Could this be considered as "Recycling and mining...

Remembrance:   GHD Duleep Singh Martyr-IPKF , Sri Lanka  A Mem’oir by:  Gurmeet Sethi The Course has decided to take up 02 January of each year as “Remembrance day”. A noble idea indeed in memory of our late course mates. I in my own way decided to pen down a few lines about one of Indian Army’s  first casualty, as part of the IPKF in Sri Lanka. Maj GHD Duleep Singh, Madras Sapper, ex-Charlie Sqn of our course. I do admit I do not have all the facts with me, but would try to pen down the Duleep that we all fondly knew! GHD Duleep Singh was assumed to be a Sardar, till he appeared before you in flesh and blood. Till date I do not know what does GHD stand  for. Duleep Singh is what we knew him as! A Jaffna born, Tamilian to the core.  Amravathi...

Our Senior Subaltern is no more !

A Remembrance Our Senior Subaltern is no more! Col Harinder Pal (retd) died of multiple organ failure, with his liver affected 90 percent on 17 October 2018 at his home town Patiala. Harinder was commissioned, a direct Lieutenant as a Technical Graduate from Thapar, Patiala. He joined the family of One One Zero , Bombay Sappers in 1976 . The young rustic lad , spoke English with a heavy Punjabi accent and his punjabiyat showed in  his every day mannerisms. A bold guy, who would not hesitate to call a spade a spade and who would always  make it a point to express his opinion  albeit in broken English. Harinder , became my senior Lieutenant, as I only had a sparrow shit on my shoulder although I had joined the paltan before him. At Chandimandir, life was hard under...

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