Definitely the US of A is one of the most developed nations in the world. Automated Procedures, crossings, payments, blah..blah..
But Chennai and Bangalore beat the US on a different level of Automation. I was trying to get to the Hotel from Walmart. I did not have a cell phone. Unmindful of the transportation scene, I proceeded to walk towards a Signal at around 7.35 PM in East Peoria, hoping to stop a cab and get in comfortably.
As i observed impatiently that none of the cabs that passed me seemed to heed me, I placed my 4 KG bags on the pavement and waved my hands high up in the air, as though in a cricket stadium, trying to get some attention ( and sympathy )
Atlast, One van that passed me stopped 200 M further and reversed towards me. A Kind Gentleman and his Wife saw that i was stranded and let me in. That was when i realised that unless i could ring a cab, I would be staying wherever i was or worst case to walk all the way back which was around 4-5 Km (but not so safe). These people then dropped me right at the hotel and advised me not to walk alone particularly after Dark.
Though I could rant about the traffic system and the road infrastructure in US, the fact that I could not halt a cab at will, threw me out of gear that, this was all the freedom that i would have while moving around. Unlike Bangalore (with metered Autos) or even Chennai ( with extra ordinary meters), I could still make it from anywhere should i see an auto passing by.
To me, this is the highest level of Auto-Mation and Sophistication in Life. and the freedom to move. Are you moved?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Trying to project..
The title is about a verb and a noun. a noun that assists the verb than is the case usually.
i have been in it for last eight months. it is meant to be read in caps.
after spending some 2 months into this, i realise you have a problem introducing yourself..strangely enough..
hello, what is your name....what is your level..seemed insufficient.
so when this guy meets another one in the lift..a known one ofcourse..the first question..which project..? anything less than a client name seemed untouchablish....
so if you want to avoid strange glances, you would rather start..i am actually shadowing blah blah ...(with a shadow of doubt)
so when one would not be willing to work really in some other govt office..one searches for work in IT..and deeply enough..networking for working..
so one would attain moksha only if one gets into a project..it seemed.
and lot of times, one would feel uncomfortable stating that one is on bench.
i have been on bench for the most part of stay until now..and the only thing i realise is noone wants to look at the bench as a learning period. a period where one would sharpen his skills and be ready for the still to come work.
its a catch 22 situation. they say. u need exp for work and vice versa.
and while thats true to some extent, it cannot be agreed fully. when one has all the resources, and all the time..its probably the best time to do what you like and do it well. there is no limit and no scope. you define the scope of your learning. and you decide what you would be in next 5 years, which is a cliched mba Q. but well and truly, once having entered an organisation that realisation takes over and preparing for 5 years ahead becomes a reality.
while we may not be so lucky always....one should get the resuts of true work some day and successful people always defined things by themselves rather than let someone else draw it for them.
The task is to focus and work towards that 5 year goal and God will ensure everything falls into place.
To realise bench is a blessing is not rocket science but common sense. it only requires shedding inertia and showing initiative.
i have been in it for last eight months. it is meant to be read in caps.
after spending some 2 months into this, i realise you have a problem introducing yourself..strangely enough..
hello, what is your name....what is your level..seemed insufficient.
so when this guy meets another one in the lift..a known one ofcourse..the first question..which project..? anything less than a client name seemed untouchablish....
so if you want to avoid strange glances, you would rather start..i am actually shadowing blah blah ...(with a shadow of doubt)
so when one would not be willing to work really in some other govt office..one searches for work in IT..and deeply enough..networking for working..
so one would attain moksha only if one gets into a project..it seemed.
and lot of times, one would feel uncomfortable stating that one is on bench.
i have been on bench for the most part of stay until now..and the only thing i realise is noone wants to look at the bench as a learning period. a period where one would sharpen his skills and be ready for the still to come work.
its a catch 22 situation. they say. u need exp for work and vice versa.
and while thats true to some extent, it cannot be agreed fully. when one has all the resources, and all the time..its probably the best time to do what you like and do it well. there is no limit and no scope. you define the scope of your learning. and you decide what you would be in next 5 years, which is a cliched mba Q. but well and truly, once having entered an organisation that realisation takes over and preparing for 5 years ahead becomes a reality.
while we may not be so lucky always....one should get the resuts of true work some day and successful people always defined things by themselves rather than let someone else draw it for them.
The task is to focus and work towards that 5 year goal and God will ensure everything falls into place.
To realise bench is a blessing is not rocket science but common sense. it only requires shedding inertia and showing initiative.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
The Man is Back..
Last two years has been the most exciting of times in terms of the blog world for me. I got to know new people. read different styles of writing. absorbed new ideas. and ofcourse a whole lot of things i could still keep wondering..
and after getting into corporate circles, its not easy to keep in touch. as blog is the first in the firing line ( ofcourse orkut remains all time fav).
and So it happens that i did not post for a long time....but yes now i hv access to blogger in office even. so that i can write a para or two as and when i feel to break the monotony of work life. and with broadband hoping to be set up in a weeks time....the blogspot will come back into my life.
and i also request my other friends who hv not been blogging to get started so that we can relive the earlier days..and have a great time here..
tata and see you again soon.
and after getting into corporate circles, its not easy to keep in touch. as blog is the first in the firing line ( ofcourse orkut remains all time fav).
and So it happens that i did not post for a long time....but yes now i hv access to blogger in office even. so that i can write a para or two as and when i feel to break the monotony of work life. and with broadband hoping to be set up in a weeks time....the blogspot will come back into my life.
and i also request my other friends who hv not been blogging to get started so that we can relive the earlier days..and have a great time here..
tata and see you again soon.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Intelligent Promises
I remember a famous joke that is often written.
The shop owner teaches the new joinee about two business mantras:
1. fulfill any promise made to customers
2. refrain from making promises
I have never seen a starker example of how a business house can make intelligent promises based on pure mathematical probability and make huge profits.
The E-Zone is a popular consumer durables and electronics retail outlet. The outlet is large spacious well maintained and attracts affluent crowds very easily.
Their Promise :
" If you find a better bargain, we pay you double the difference in price"
Sounds very reassuring. I bet not many will then take to determining the true market price of a good. since it is a format of the big bazaar and other stores, customers are completely sure it has to be the cheapest. is it so really?
i went for a refrigerator purchase recently. i decided to scan the market and searched in around 7 well known outlets. and the ezone. the price difference? Rs 800 higher in ezone. while they did promise to fetch the lowest price.
now that its not the lowest price, customers can take the invoice of teh lowest price in market and claim double the difference from ezone and purchase the refrigerator.
Now The beauty of the strategy:
1. having such a scheme eliminates the need for market research for determining competition prices in market. if there are huge price variance, intelligent customers will try to make ezone pay double the difference. so that can correct the skewed price levels in a more dynamic manner. and they don need to spend good money for determining market info which they can very eficiently gather from customers and that too more faster!!!!
2. now the catch is : will ezone really correct the prices? they don need to! for the crowd coming into ezone, they will not spend a whole day in retail outlets searching for a refrigerator. they wd rather spend it in a holiday outing or a hotel or a movie! so there would be no need to correct prices. if very less customers are claiming double the difference, they wd do well to keep the prices as usual and pocket the huge margin they can get from less intelligent or lazy customers who wd rather pay than slog. that way, the probability of somebody trying to claim from ezone is very less. when the claim s are high indeed, they can correct prices.
So they have not only eliminated effortts for researching into market prices but also use probabilities to make good profits.
and thats the most smartest business model i hv ever seen.
if there can be any oversight from my part, it could only be that i researched the market when a price promotion was on....it might also be the case..but the above hypothesis could also be true. and that is for you consumers to check!
Wonder how efficient our markets are in adjusting to such variances....
The shop owner teaches the new joinee about two business mantras:
1. fulfill any promise made to customers
2. refrain from making promises
I have never seen a starker example of how a business house can make intelligent promises based on pure mathematical probability and make huge profits.
The E-Zone is a popular consumer durables and electronics retail outlet. The outlet is large spacious well maintained and attracts affluent crowds very easily.
Their Promise :
" If you find a better bargain, we pay you double the difference in price"
Sounds very reassuring. I bet not many will then take to determining the true market price of a good. since it is a format of the big bazaar and other stores, customers are completely sure it has to be the cheapest. is it so really?
i went for a refrigerator purchase recently. i decided to scan the market and searched in around 7 well known outlets. and the ezone. the price difference? Rs 800 higher in ezone. while they did promise to fetch the lowest price.
now that its not the lowest price, customers can take the invoice of teh lowest price in market and claim double the difference from ezone and purchase the refrigerator.
Now The beauty of the strategy:
1. having such a scheme eliminates the need for market research for determining competition prices in market. if there are huge price variance, intelligent customers will try to make ezone pay double the difference. so that can correct the skewed price levels in a more dynamic manner. and they don need to spend good money for determining market info which they can very eficiently gather from customers and that too more faster!!!!
2. now the catch is : will ezone really correct the prices? they don need to! for the crowd coming into ezone, they will not spend a whole day in retail outlets searching for a refrigerator. they wd rather spend it in a holiday outing or a hotel or a movie! so there would be no need to correct prices. if very less customers are claiming double the difference, they wd do well to keep the prices as usual and pocket the huge margin they can get from less intelligent or lazy customers who wd rather pay than slog. that way, the probability of somebody trying to claim from ezone is very less. when the claim s are high indeed, they can correct prices.
So they have not only eliminated effortts for researching into market prices but also use probabilities to make good profits.
and thats the most smartest business model i hv ever seen.
if there can be any oversight from my part, it could only be that i researched the market when a price promotion was on....it might also be the case..but the above hypothesis could also be true. and that is for you consumers to check!
Wonder how efficient our markets are in adjusting to such variances....
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Bangalore Blues
Long time since i m writing a post. even as i am writing this post the trainer has just entered the room n is setting up his laptop ready for the next (possible) dry session on Team Lead solutions ( well team lead illusions would hv been more apt perhaps..reasons for which will be explained subsequently)
i always wanted to write on the new experience of living in bangalore even though i have been on and off here on vacations all my school and college life.
so will try to round up on some specific observations in the one month i have spent here.
13. For those ppl in office where orkut is blocked, power scrap works. the pitfall is u cant post a scrap but can view ur scraps as well do detailed analysis of orkut profiles as always at home. nice getaway.
14. Bengalooru should be better called Ben-kulooru with the kind of cold i experience at night and early mornings
i always wanted to write on the new experience of living in bangalore even though i have been on and off here on vacations all my school and college life.
so will try to round up on some specific observations in the one month i have spent here.
1. IT hit me on the face really. from the huge spacious lifts that they have. no wonder for 5000 people working form a single complex, nothing is more simple. its almost like landing into an airport everyday. one will get lost in the crowd easily.
2. Project management trainings are a big pain when Bschoolers r joined with technical ppl. the trainer keeps asking Qs to tech ppl. tech ppl know it n they dont need the training. Bschoolers don understand whats happening anyway n hence don need the training. why the training?
3. House hunt was an unforgettable experience. seeing bottled up houses costing over 10k a month for a 2 bhk was not sth i looked forward to. i bet i have gained enough expertise to pore over the finer points in building a house! its a classic real time optimisation problem!
4. There is a strong correlation between sleep and classrooms rather than sleep and time of the day. i never get sleep at my desk but the moment i m in a training, yawning becomes inescapable be it 10 am or 1 pm. there is also a very strong correlation between power point presentations and sleep with a R-Square value = 0.999999......
5. Bangalore buses, gone nuts ( see latest post of anu), cant even name bus routes in english....that too for a city having huge non-karnataka population..and supposedly cosmopolitan!
6. Given the obscene traffic, If you wanna make it soon to office, do NOT take an auto over a bus..both are same and useless for all practical purposes at 8 am!
7. Automen return a change of 1 re also honestly while the govt bus conductors will not return a change of Rs. 41 also unless being constantly bugged abt it n look at u askance when u ask for a return of Re 1 !
8. I have never seen a PSU more productive ever before. i applied for a bsnl landline on saturday and the line was fixed on wednesday. that is 3 working days for you.
9. Few people wd hv dared to think someone would steal my mobile. a mobile with no other function than sms n talk at Rs. 1200 with no particular eye stealing appearance. i reckon it was the bext handset i had. i hv a colour one now ( ofcourse that too at Rs. 1300 with a lot of facilities) but i miss my old mobile which was easy to navigate n simple in appearance.
10. Bangalore has one of the worst electricity service at one of the most costliest rates ( a bill wd be typicaly 4 times the amount i wd hv paid in madras!) . power cuts are perennial. on hindsight, the electricity board is doing a favour by shutting down power frequently and thus reducing our E-Bill. Post May there is no need for fan helping us more with our power bill.
11. Even newly built flats do not have proper arrangements with carpenters, plumbers and technicians. Suman may hv to consider this seriously.
12. The best lunch u can ever have is thayir sadam in office. a dozen food courts in the cafeteria will not beat curd rice. Guess what my northie colleagues ( who gen don take curd) taste my curd rice everytime in lunch. Thayir Sadam truimphs!13. For those ppl in office where orkut is blocked, power scrap works. the pitfall is u cant post a scrap but can view ur scraps as well do detailed analysis of orkut profiles as always at home. nice getaway.
14. Bengalooru should be better called Ben-kulooru with the kind of cold i experience at night and early mornings
15. Thats all for now..i don remember much as i din expect to blog today as blogger was also blocked. i m in a different office where this site opened. I hope to get my broadband connection in place soon so that i can live back my IIT days of blog n chats atleast in weekends.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Friday, The 13th
We dont believe in some superstitions..( ofcourse we do in some others)
yet it all seemed like the perfect design....even the date of the event.
a brief prelude..i m a person who has always been the last moment man having a time of life with fate....the list includes the last free seat in engg college, last one to enter mba batch in my college, last day of summer placement, last company, last guy to get placed..and ofcourse so many other last minute happenings in every other walk of life like last minute appearance at major competitive examinations..and i believe i hv devloped a skill ( and more importantly a liking) for such adventures....and i wd hv been really pained if i had not the fortune to get the perfect end to a project life fraught with incorigible planning and hapless execution.
and so it was the fateful friday the 13th which was to be the last of my list of last min happenings..
the scene :
manish, suman and ph to share pain with me. we were given over 3 months to complete a business plan and we ended up finally with just 3 days to successfully submit the same. ofcourse the most of the 3 months was spent rather constructively in making dvd prints of all possible movies and documentaries avaliable on earth. then there was the dozen odd rajni movies and scores of vivek comedies to catch up with notwithstanding the time spent in uncovering telegu movies remade in to tamil, dialogue by dialogue.
the story:
2 pm : we were supposed to be at the presentation hall ready with our reports, ppts and what not.
ph n me still in room. we were not ready with both. i was documenting some changes in the report while he was at the ppt. our life in any yardstick was most miserable.we had done all the report making stuff in our lab and on a system which was nourishing a virus. the pen drive which had the ppt downloaded from one of the biologically challenged computers blew my system seconds after insertion. it looked like some witch craft. we resorted to orther means n tried makingh the ppt again. suman's lappy had drained off. manish had to give his comp. we had no laptops to carry for the presentation. suman n ph had almost competed a brilliant ppt
it was 2 pm as we were still fighting with the report n missed out on our lunch. manish n suman were at the presentation hall n were waiting for us. they called me up n i say we'll be there in an hr and hang up. suman goes crazy n lands up at my room in the next 10 mins. he was to leave for hyderabad by 4 pm and we just cud not delay our presentation any longer..
the other grps had started off their presentations. it was 3.10 when we thought we r done. we leave for the presentation complete the same, masterminded by ph who is famous for his blisterinng ppts with his inimitable style of delivery.
i take a hard look at the report we had made n found there were fatal errors..sorry blunders..and we leave for the lab again to make the changes. and we choose the same virus driven pc and copy the modified file to the drive n to my mail. 3.30 pm it is.
i get the bike key of sudhanshu as me n ph leave for getting the printout. now the bike just does not start..10 mins of non stop kicking n i give up....now i felt like kicking myself.
we take an auto.
if u wd watch the beauty, we r from hostel 13. it was the farthest from som. all of a sudden i begin to hate 13 like anything ( and yeah i happen to be born on 13th in one of these months)
we stop at hostel 8. crowded. hostel 7? we switch on the comp..the comp gets hanged..theguy says we cant do it. so we head to hostel 12. hostel 13 had a crappy xerox guy whom we cud never depend on.
now hostel 12 is packed. it was the btp ( btech project) submission day at 5 pm. n we are there at 4 pm. no wonder we wonder what next. the printer just then goes down. some time is spent in repair. and then finally it is up again. we ask, how long will this take..i get a rude answer....the guy has 150 pages..after that 3-4 guys still wait before the machine like jackals sticking out thier tongue....and getting despo.
we decide to retreat. we go back to hostel 13. yeah we made it. 10 mins of wqait n we got the sysetem. i download the doc from my mail..well not yet....systems blinks..file corrupted....i decide this hostel 13 is always crazy..n run for hostel 9..without a bike it had to be foot on hot day....like dog day afternoon.
i grab a system there in propel my pendrive n it says file corrupted..now the whole cycle is jeering at me. a file modifed n saved in teh virus loaded system will not open anywhere on eartjh. i hv now way now. the last option is to get back to room. remake the cnages all over. n then print it.
i run back to my room. me n ph run thro the doc once again n make all changes. it is well over 5 pm. 5.30 to be exact. the prof ios a visiting prof, n we cant meet him after this..it was the last presentation of the course at the classroom. ph rushed n made a print. as i set arranging them the xerox guy says no binding..ph scampers to hostel 12 again n gets a folder. now i arrange a bike n dash off to som. 5.45 pm..the last of the presentations finishes now....we made it. we submitted the report finally all changes duly made. manish was our time keeper who constantly kept us abreast as to how much time we hv n what best is possible out of the given circumstances..
i dont know what it felt like....it was not about a submission or a nice grade for whcih we had to slog....
just that the report atleast needed to be okay if not grt....professional if not perfect....
i think we cut a fair deal.
corporate life is not going to be a place for such hanky panky work with all the recklessness we hv sincerley submitted ouself in the course of this course....
only time can tell....anyhow memories r momeories....
and
friday the 13th is the best of them!!!!
yet it all seemed like the perfect design....even the date of the event.
a brief prelude..i m a person who has always been the last moment man having a time of life with fate....the list includes the last free seat in engg college, last one to enter mba batch in my college, last day of summer placement, last company, last guy to get placed..and ofcourse so many other last minute happenings in every other walk of life like last minute appearance at major competitive examinations..and i believe i hv devloped a skill ( and more importantly a liking) for such adventures....and i wd hv been really pained if i had not the fortune to get the perfect end to a project life fraught with incorigible planning and hapless execution.
and so it was the fateful friday the 13th which was to be the last of my list of last min happenings..
the scene :
manish, suman and ph to share pain with me. we were given over 3 months to complete a business plan and we ended up finally with just 3 days to successfully submit the same. ofcourse the most of the 3 months was spent rather constructively in making dvd prints of all possible movies and documentaries avaliable on earth. then there was the dozen odd rajni movies and scores of vivek comedies to catch up with notwithstanding the time spent in uncovering telegu movies remade in to tamil, dialogue by dialogue.
the story:
2 pm : we were supposed to be at the presentation hall ready with our reports, ppts and what not.
ph n me still in room. we were not ready with both. i was documenting some changes in the report while he was at the ppt. our life in any yardstick was most miserable.we had done all the report making stuff in our lab and on a system which was nourishing a virus. the pen drive which had the ppt downloaded from one of the biologically challenged computers blew my system seconds after insertion. it looked like some witch craft. we resorted to orther means n tried makingh the ppt again. suman's lappy had drained off. manish had to give his comp. we had no laptops to carry for the presentation. suman n ph had almost competed a brilliant ppt
it was 2 pm as we were still fighting with the report n missed out on our lunch. manish n suman were at the presentation hall n were waiting for us. they called me up n i say we'll be there in an hr and hang up. suman goes crazy n lands up at my room in the next 10 mins. he was to leave for hyderabad by 4 pm and we just cud not delay our presentation any longer..
the other grps had started off their presentations. it was 3.10 when we thought we r done. we leave for the presentation complete the same, masterminded by ph who is famous for his blisterinng ppts with his inimitable style of delivery.
i take a hard look at the report we had made n found there were fatal errors..sorry blunders..and we leave for the lab again to make the changes. and we choose the same virus driven pc and copy the modified file to the drive n to my mail. 3.30 pm it is.
i get the bike key of sudhanshu as me n ph leave for getting the printout. now the bike just does not start..10 mins of non stop kicking n i give up....now i felt like kicking myself.
we take an auto.
if u wd watch the beauty, we r from hostel 13. it was the farthest from som. all of a sudden i begin to hate 13 like anything ( and yeah i happen to be born on 13th in one of these months)
we stop at hostel 8. crowded. hostel 7? we switch on the comp..the comp gets hanged..theguy says we cant do it. so we head to hostel 12. hostel 13 had a crappy xerox guy whom we cud never depend on.
now hostel 12 is packed. it was the btp ( btech project) submission day at 5 pm. n we are there at 4 pm. no wonder we wonder what next. the printer just then goes down. some time is spent in repair. and then finally it is up again. we ask, how long will this take..i get a rude answer....the guy has 150 pages..after that 3-4 guys still wait before the machine like jackals sticking out thier tongue....and getting despo.
we decide to retreat. we go back to hostel 13. yeah we made it. 10 mins of wqait n we got the sysetem. i download the doc from my mail..well not yet....systems blinks..file corrupted....i decide this hostel 13 is always crazy..n run for hostel 9..without a bike it had to be foot on hot day....like dog day afternoon.
i grab a system there in propel my pendrive n it says file corrupted..now the whole cycle is jeering at me. a file modifed n saved in teh virus loaded system will not open anywhere on eartjh. i hv now way now. the last option is to get back to room. remake the cnages all over. n then print it.
i run back to my room. me n ph run thro the doc once again n make all changes. it is well over 5 pm. 5.30 to be exact. the prof ios a visiting prof, n we cant meet him after this..it was the last presentation of the course at the classroom. ph rushed n made a print. as i set arranging them the xerox guy says no binding..ph scampers to hostel 12 again n gets a folder. now i arrange a bike n dash off to som. 5.45 pm..the last of the presentations finishes now....we made it. we submitted the report finally all changes duly made. manish was our time keeper who constantly kept us abreast as to how much time we hv n what best is possible out of the given circumstances..
me and ph then leave for the canteen at close to close time. as i much one of those cutlets we discuss abt the pendrive phenomenon n i jump out..i missed my pendrive..to be sure it was sujay's....u rush to hostel 9 again..GOD'S GRACE it was kept carefully the shop guy..and i heaved a sigh of relief..
i dont know what it felt like....it was not about a submission or a nice grade for whcih we had to slog....
just that the report atleast needed to be okay if not grt....professional if not perfect....
i think we cut a fair deal.
corporate life is not going to be a place for such hanky panky work with all the recklessness we hv sincerley submitted ouself in the course of this course....
only time can tell....anyhow memories r momeories....
and
friday the 13th is the best of them!!!!
Saturday, April 21, 2007
The game is over
and finally the game ended. after 3 tough hours. WCM was a nightmare so much so that reading ash-abishek articles n page 3 flashes seemed better on the night before exam.
and finally the last exam of my educational career will not be a memory to cherish.
however, there is reason to rejoice. i should be able to pass the exam, God's Grace.
a home camp for 20 days n some nice times back with tamil soaps is awaiting me at home. its time for packing n last min photos n some meetings with known ppl in bombay.
it is a long time since i will be back home without the burden of the next task. bangalore is not far off n madras life is some thing i shd enjoy as much as possible in the near future should my base shift after that..
madras..my wonderful madras..i m coming back home....
and finally the last exam of my educational career will not be a memory to cherish.
however, there is reason to rejoice. i should be able to pass the exam, God's Grace.
a home camp for 20 days n some nice times back with tamil soaps is awaiting me at home. its time for packing n last min photos n some meetings with known ppl in bombay.
it is a long time since i will be back home without the burden of the next task. bangalore is not far off n madras life is some thing i shd enjoy as much as possible in the near future should my base shift after that..
madras..my wonderful madras..i m coming back home....
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Setting New Benchmarks....
I dedicate this post to my dear friend sujay who has completely demoralised me in the past few weeks for reasons that will become clear in the course of this post..so just hang on..right, now read on..
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Nothing like 'it' ( read IT)
IT has been a great revelation indeed. It brought with it sweeping changes. lifestyle, job-pay equations changed. real estate went haywire. The penchant for naangu kannaadi suvargal became infectious. Pubs got a facelift with a new thriving 'the young n the glamorous' software professionals. parties were becoming as banal as my daily dose of thayir sadam..suddenly everybody was talking about a knowledge revolution ( though there was no great knowledge in fact :P ) . people were becoming eligible bachelors at the age of 21. outsourcing was a super jargon. tell u what the single most fundamental that IT has contributed has been the supernumerary stupefying jargons which nobody understood yet used in a prolific fashion. english was seen the greatest strength of indians. british ppl for all their brute ( centuries/decades back) were suddenly being worshipped for their seminal contribution to the flourishing of english in the 'land of snakes and sadhus'. suddenly corporate governance and clause 49 seemed so vital to india's ethical standards. cool was the most hapening english word. dude changed to dood changed to God knows what next. onsites became the in-thing. you had to be the infoscian or cognizantian ( famous for long term onsites) who could get brides by the numbers. US was no longer a distant dream. you did not hv to do an MBA to rake in the moolah. two wheelers were left to aam junta. presence of coconut oil on ur head became a rarity. new terms emerged.. DISK --> double income singlke kid. DINK --> double income no kid et al.
In between these developments, emerged a very new phenomenon which i shall now take great pains to describe. It is not only an interesting phenomenon but also something that goes against established norms of work and compensation.
IT has been the leaders in Benchmarking. The parameter though is quite a novel one..
Bench marking in IT for " MARKING OF BENCHES"
for the very few priveleged who yet do not undetstand what benches mean..i got a simple proposition!
what do u do at home when u don hv work..u sit on a sofa...so what hapens if u don hv work in an IT company..you sit on bench!! did it sound so simple? we have not even thought abt the effort one makes in drving past crowded roads and a dozen traffic signals to just get to those benches which r kinda waiting for u . i initially used to dream that there would be huge reception hall which would be well garnished by as many modern art pantings. in the centre of this huge hall would lie long benches on which these young whizkids would be well ensconsed waiting to be called for an occasional project. i m not joking. i really imagined of such a scenario. the picture looked like a a police station which would hv these guys sitting on a bench waiting to bee seen by the inspector. and it was a matter of difference in terminologies betwen the two..about crime sheets an time sheets. or like u come daily and sign at the police station for a bail, u wd sign up these time sheets....
for my cousin who has come home on a short visity..being at home or at office is just a matter of aesthetics....he has a comfortable sofa at home or he can use the bench at office. tv at home is replaced by a computer well equipped with a yahoo messenger and a gtalk. orkut will not be or-cut for a while even though it is becoming an isue these days....suddenly IBM stands for 'International Bench Machine' ....bench experiences can be useful case studies for work conflicts in organisation behaviour lectures. you get paid not for the work but for ur number. IT people needs leaders. and they need them in herds :P . We see documantaries and sirappu paarvais abt how IT people are stressed out seeing the same screen of computer..( yeah they do..how can they keep reading others scrapbooks for so long and find out whos after who..and who are the hot bobs and the babes). yahoo and google thrived slowly because of the software ppl market who hv mostly no other job other than to use these " efficiency" tools !
the syptoms are amusing but nonetheless dangerous. initially people were stressed out that they din hv jobs and money. then they were stressed that they did hv job and not much money. now they r stressed due to good money and no job. perhaps the chairs need to be more aesthetic in design.
companies pay big money just to keep talent. they want to make profits while still operating against the fundamental economic principles. they talk all abt efficiency while the bench does not contribue to the bottomline. getting big deals from clients becomes more similar to the mechanics of marriage fixing in regional india. bench strength is like the fixed assets that they pledge while taking a loan or a collateral for offerng dowry to the boys side! the more the bench strength u hv the more theprobability of getting a huge order. you r hired using atttractive job designations while only Perumal can determine ur future.
take the interview room for instance. in between you and the panel is this bench ( also called a table) which is the barrier. u hv to swim across the bench to get to the other side of the table.perhaps it is a symbolic way of telling how life is.
just like a a guy taking orders in a restaurant becomes a saraku master , one becomes a bench master in IT, if he is unlucky ( or even lucky) .
well, i did opt for IT. and sujay made me sure that i felt small after feeding me with enough theoretical frameworks on the emergence, principles, operational mechanics of benches and the future outlook of these benevolent bench machines.
well, i dont know what i will be doing..i hv chosen it. I hv left everything to Perumal. and looking forward to taste the IT experience.
finally its all a matter of luck. even in my chemical company there were guys who used to do well in training and got worthless plants and i got a good plant after having been through a pathetic evaluation and ending up amongst the bottom few.
So whether one gets into a bench or not is not a matter of choice. but nor is it a matter of talent or so i guess.
whatver, the concept of benches remains as mystic as ever.
all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
all bench and full pay makes jack..............
????
isn't that something to ponder....well i don hv a clue..have you?
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Nothing like 'it' ( read IT)
IT has been a great revelation indeed. It brought with it sweeping changes. lifestyle, job-pay equations changed. real estate went haywire. The penchant for naangu kannaadi suvargal became infectious. Pubs got a facelift with a new thriving 'the young n the glamorous' software professionals. parties were becoming as banal as my daily dose of thayir sadam..suddenly everybody was talking about a knowledge revolution ( though there was no great knowledge in fact :P ) . people were becoming eligible bachelors at the age of 21. outsourcing was a super jargon. tell u what the single most fundamental that IT has contributed has been the supernumerary stupefying jargons which nobody understood yet used in a prolific fashion. english was seen the greatest strength of indians. british ppl for all their brute ( centuries/decades back) were suddenly being worshipped for their seminal contribution to the flourishing of english in the 'land of snakes and sadhus'. suddenly corporate governance and clause 49 seemed so vital to india's ethical standards. cool was the most hapening english word. dude changed to dood changed to God knows what next. onsites became the in-thing. you had to be the infoscian or cognizantian ( famous for long term onsites) who could get brides by the numbers. US was no longer a distant dream. you did not hv to do an MBA to rake in the moolah. two wheelers were left to aam junta. presence of coconut oil on ur head became a rarity. new terms emerged.. DISK --> double income singlke kid. DINK --> double income no kid et al.
In between these developments, emerged a very new phenomenon which i shall now take great pains to describe. It is not only an interesting phenomenon but also something that goes against established norms of work and compensation.
IT has been the leaders in Benchmarking. The parameter though is quite a novel one..
Bench marking in IT for " MARKING OF BENCHES"
for the very few priveleged who yet do not undetstand what benches mean..i got a simple proposition!
what do u do at home when u don hv work..u sit on a sofa...so what hapens if u don hv work in an IT company..you sit on bench!! did it sound so simple? we have not even thought abt the effort one makes in drving past crowded roads and a dozen traffic signals to just get to those benches which r kinda waiting for u . i initially used to dream that there would be huge reception hall which would be well garnished by as many modern art pantings. in the centre of this huge hall would lie long benches on which these young whizkids would be well ensconsed waiting to be called for an occasional project. i m not joking. i really imagined of such a scenario. the picture looked like a a police station which would hv these guys sitting on a bench waiting to bee seen by the inspector. and it was a matter of difference in terminologies betwen the two..about crime sheets an time sheets. or like u come daily and sign at the police station for a bail, u wd sign up these time sheets....
for my cousin who has come home on a short visity..being at home or at office is just a matter of aesthetics....he has a comfortable sofa at home or he can use the bench at office. tv at home is replaced by a computer well equipped with a yahoo messenger and a gtalk. orkut will not be or-cut for a while even though it is becoming an isue these days....suddenly IBM stands for 'International Bench Machine' ....bench experiences can be useful case studies for work conflicts in organisation behaviour lectures. you get paid not for the work but for ur number. IT people needs leaders. and they need them in herds :P . We see documantaries and sirappu paarvais abt how IT people are stressed out seeing the same screen of computer..( yeah they do..how can they keep reading others scrapbooks for so long and find out whos after who..and who are the hot bobs and the babes). yahoo and google thrived slowly because of the software ppl market who hv mostly no other job other than to use these " efficiency" tools !
the syptoms are amusing but nonetheless dangerous. initially people were stressed out that they din hv jobs and money. then they were stressed that they did hv job and not much money. now they r stressed due to good money and no job. perhaps the chairs need to be more aesthetic in design.
companies pay big money just to keep talent. they want to make profits while still operating against the fundamental economic principles. they talk all abt efficiency while the bench does not contribue to the bottomline. getting big deals from clients becomes more similar to the mechanics of marriage fixing in regional india. bench strength is like the fixed assets that they pledge while taking a loan or a collateral for offerng dowry to the boys side! the more the bench strength u hv the more theprobability of getting a huge order. you r hired using atttractive job designations while only Perumal can determine ur future.
take the interview room for instance. in between you and the panel is this bench ( also called a table) which is the barrier. u hv to swim across the bench to get to the other side of the table.perhaps it is a symbolic way of telling how life is.
just like a a guy taking orders in a restaurant becomes a saraku master , one becomes a bench master in IT, if he is unlucky ( or even lucky) .
well, i did opt for IT. and sujay made me sure that i felt small after feeding me with enough theoretical frameworks on the emergence, principles, operational mechanics of benches and the future outlook of these benevolent bench machines.
well, i dont know what i will be doing..i hv chosen it. I hv left everything to Perumal. and looking forward to taste the IT experience.
finally its all a matter of luck. even in my chemical company there were guys who used to do well in training and got worthless plants and i got a good plant after having been through a pathetic evaluation and ending up amongst the bottom few.
So whether one gets into a bench or not is not a matter of choice. but nor is it a matter of talent or so i guess.
whatver, the concept of benches remains as mystic as ever.
all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
all bench and full pay makes jack..............
????
isn't that something to ponder....well i don hv a clue..have you?
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
The Napster
My dear friends....
this is the story of the Napster. the story of a deep dream. In fact i should say, this is the dream behind every dream.
This is not about the internet age. nor about the music age of copying and sharing music. this is not the story of globalisation either..
This is a different napster.
One that karthik and me cud live and die by it. u need to live through it to experience the method behind the madness..
Napster = One who is involved heavily in afternoon naps.
Take my words. The story of a napster is not easy to tell. We r talking about the trials and tribulations that the napster undertakes. he seeks to seek the truth of sleep itself. the genesis of sleep.
Never has been a period in life as eventful as the last two years. when the solemn occasion of the moment of truth happens at the stroke of two in the afternoon. we don't really possess a gong under our cot. but there is one right inside our belly. and it rings cracking hard as hell can get. and all it requires is that there is enough in the stomach to actuate it. here is a sensor that acts on both internal and external impulses. the external one is the climate and the time of the day. however it is statistically observed that no matter what the climate is, the time of the day takes absolute precedence. punctuality takes power. there is no mercy for late comers here. if it is 2pm u cant afford to flout..
initially i din realize the value of a good window screen. i overlooked the fact that it was so critical to the mission that one has set out on.
well..vallavanukku pullum aayudham!
With a bit of help of bed sheet and stuffing it in the corner of the window i cud assuage the temporary grief abt the absence of a proper light regulation system..the going has not been easy. the bed sheet loosens easily. will power and persistence play a pivotal role in fulfilling ones calling from heart. after all , it is when the eyes close that the heart opens. mind you we do not need light at the end of the tunnel here. the darker the better it is. dreams is where one is enthusiastic about searching in darkness.
There is a driver behind every action. of course barring those vehicles where the driver is located in front. and in the present context it wud be technically correct there is a driver behind every inaction
As a home bred south Indian, it was not hard for me to identify the causal identities behind every successful sleep. all that it takes to get that extra kick from a scintillating sleep is curd. form does not matter here. different forms propagate the same end through different mechanisms. we are referring to the semi solid ( dahi) and the liquid forms ( chaas).
As a chemical engineer i always dreaded those organic chemistry mechanisms which i rarely understood. and i never really loved to understand those biochemistry mechanisms as well. but the psychological explanations of bio mechanisms through concepts of basic organic chemistry came to my help.
there r two mechanisms namely SN1 and SN2 . I choose to call them Sleep-Nidhra Mechanisms 1 and 2.
the first one SN1 is relatively simple. it is based on elimination. and it involves a cation formation. i call this cation as the provo'cation which provokes one to sleep. the form of reagent is the fluid one. the mind is charged with this provo'cation and it creates a centre which attracts factors rich in sleep inducement. the reaction is anti photochemical in nature as sunlight can hamper the reaction. the reaction is fulfilled with the elimination of enthu for studying and the centre rendered unstable by this provo'cation stabilises with the help of a suitable catalyst in the absence of light and a soft bed. we have reasearched into some catalysts - and we strongly advocate the use of " Bhindi Masala" rich in oil as an effective catalyst. this is so because the cation mechanisms need a electron rich substance. oil is believed to accomplish this by the acid reactions that happen in the stomach which release the electrons to the provo'cation. the bhindi masala provokes the sense of laziness so crucial for the provo'cation to be formed in the first place!
in SN2 we have a transitory complex based mechanism. curd in the semi solid form is the reagent used. here, the curd is neither solid not liquid. and it is a very important point and we need to ponder here a bit. since it is in a state of nowhere ( neither solid nor liquid..like manithan paathi mirugam paathi) there is a key psychological element to be understood. the mayakkam that such a confusing form of curd is enough to cause dilemma in our mind as to whether we r solid in our convictions or as fluid in our thoughts..in this confusion our heads spin. and before we realise we swoon down n fall in the bed. the chemical complex slowly becomes a psychological complex and as we r acted upon by two forces in opposite directions. one forcing us to study and the other beckoning to take it easy....eventually the latter wins and the complex disappears with the conversion of the initial substrate ( the mind) from an active form to a passive form which we attribute the term sleep.
I have tried my best to confuse and infuse a sense of biochemical psychology to explain the deeper meanings of sleep.
In all probability, i should be worshipped alongside freud who explained dreams and i hv actually gone a step ahead in determining the fundamental factors for dream which is the sleep itself.
Please vote in my favour and nominate for a Nobel prize. after all sleep is indeed a noble inactivity.
and without inactivity , is there any activity????
this is the story of the Napster. the story of a deep dream. In fact i should say, this is the dream behind every dream.
This is not about the internet age. nor about the music age of copying and sharing music. this is not the story of globalisation either..
This is a different napster.
One that karthik and me cud live and die by it. u need to live through it to experience the method behind the madness..
Napster = One who is involved heavily in afternoon naps.
Take my words. The story of a napster is not easy to tell. We r talking about the trials and tribulations that the napster undertakes. he seeks to seek the truth of sleep itself. the genesis of sleep.
Never has been a period in life as eventful as the last two years. when the solemn occasion of the moment of truth happens at the stroke of two in the afternoon. we don't really possess a gong under our cot. but there is one right inside our belly. and it rings cracking hard as hell can get. and all it requires is that there is enough in the stomach to actuate it. here is a sensor that acts on both internal and external impulses. the external one is the climate and the time of the day. however it is statistically observed that no matter what the climate is, the time of the day takes absolute precedence. punctuality takes power. there is no mercy for late comers here. if it is 2pm u cant afford to flout..
initially i din realize the value of a good window screen. i overlooked the fact that it was so critical to the mission that one has set out on.
well..vallavanukku pullum aayudham!
With a bit of help of bed sheet and stuffing it in the corner of the window i cud assuage the temporary grief abt the absence of a proper light regulation system..the going has not been easy. the bed sheet loosens easily. will power and persistence play a pivotal role in fulfilling ones calling from heart. after all , it is when the eyes close that the heart opens. mind you we do not need light at the end of the tunnel here. the darker the better it is. dreams is where one is enthusiastic about searching in darkness.
There is a driver behind every action. of course barring those vehicles where the driver is located in front. and in the present context it wud be technically correct there is a driver behind every inaction
As a home bred south Indian, it was not hard for me to identify the causal identities behind every successful sleep. all that it takes to get that extra kick from a scintillating sleep is curd. form does not matter here. different forms propagate the same end through different mechanisms. we are referring to the semi solid ( dahi) and the liquid forms ( chaas).
As a chemical engineer i always dreaded those organic chemistry mechanisms which i rarely understood. and i never really loved to understand those biochemistry mechanisms as well. but the psychological explanations of bio mechanisms through concepts of basic organic chemistry came to my help.
there r two mechanisms namely SN1 and SN2 . I choose to call them Sleep-Nidhra Mechanisms 1 and 2.
the first one SN1 is relatively simple. it is based on elimination. and it involves a cation formation. i call this cation as the provo'cation which provokes one to sleep. the form of reagent is the fluid one. the mind is charged with this provo'cation and it creates a centre which attracts factors rich in sleep inducement. the reaction is anti photochemical in nature as sunlight can hamper the reaction. the reaction is fulfilled with the elimination of enthu for studying and the centre rendered unstable by this provo'cation stabilises with the help of a suitable catalyst in the absence of light and a soft bed. we have reasearched into some catalysts - and we strongly advocate the use of " Bhindi Masala" rich in oil as an effective catalyst. this is so because the cation mechanisms need a electron rich substance. oil is believed to accomplish this by the acid reactions that happen in the stomach which release the electrons to the provo'cation. the bhindi masala provokes the sense of laziness so crucial for the provo'cation to be formed in the first place!
in SN2 we have a transitory complex based mechanism. curd in the semi solid form is the reagent used. here, the curd is neither solid not liquid. and it is a very important point and we need to ponder here a bit. since it is in a state of nowhere ( neither solid nor liquid..like manithan paathi mirugam paathi) there is a key psychological element to be understood. the mayakkam that such a confusing form of curd is enough to cause dilemma in our mind as to whether we r solid in our convictions or as fluid in our thoughts..in this confusion our heads spin. and before we realise we swoon down n fall in the bed. the chemical complex slowly becomes a psychological complex and as we r acted upon by two forces in opposite directions. one forcing us to study and the other beckoning to take it easy....eventually the latter wins and the complex disappears with the conversion of the initial substrate ( the mind) from an active form to a passive form which we attribute the term sleep.
I have tried my best to confuse and infuse a sense of biochemical psychology to explain the deeper meanings of sleep.
In all probability, i should be worshipped alongside freud who explained dreams and i hv actually gone a step ahead in determining the fundamental factors for dream which is the sleep itself.
Please vote in my favour and nominate for a Nobel prize. after all sleep is indeed a noble inactivity.
and without inactivity , is there any activity????
Thursday, February 01, 2007
The Marathon to Matheran
The great thing about budding managers is their ability to handle crisis..and when they dont hv one at hand..their ability to create one as well....
and then their ability for planning , analysis and other jargons they can only read about..
so when i was shaken out of bed suddenly at 7.45 pm..i was not totally amused. one guy forcibly dragged me into his room ( inspite of my repeated pleas that i had left a dream unfinished) n threw me into the computer screen with a gleam in his eyes. so what did we have? a bunch of tickets to jalgaon..why? we were suddenly trying to reach Ajanta Ellora caves....and he was seriously not kidding. by the time i was regaining my sanity, 6 ppl surrounded and were dicussing the operational mechanics of the trip..
so 8.30 pm it was. and it seemed inevitable that the next day wd be spent poring over the caves..
5 guys left early to get the tickets. we were 5 left. all had to withdraw money at the ATMs. we cud get just one auto to reach the main gate. that meant 3 ppl. one of the guys pushed 3 of us into the auto in a rare act of abnegation n became the hero. he was to follow us as soon as he got the second auto. what this hero din realise is he and the other guy who wd accompany him din hv a bloody mobile for communication.
we waited for them at the main gate. took out money n stoof till 9.30 pm. the train for jalgaon was supposed to be at 10.10 pm at lokmanya stn. these guys r nowhere to be seen. no way we cud contact them. and it was impossible to reach the station for the train.
as we were thro the auto, we still din know how we were to get together for the trip. and the next bombshell comes. one gangster from the prev five guys calls up from nowhere and says we r not going to ajanta. some chance call from a frnd told us that ajanta ellora is closed on monday tuesday n we were planning for tuesday. goodness, atleast we knew this before we boarded the train!
so finally we werer to reach kurla station. the plan has changed. different stations for departure. and we din hv a clue how to contact the other two abt this new plan. they wd be reaching lokmanya stn, that is , if at they reach the stn somehow. there was only one chance. they shd call us or the other guys..which we saw had lil chance considering that in the lil time they had for reaching teh station, they wd better move quickly rather than search for a phone booth.
and this new train which wd leave for the new place called matheran, ws for 10.17 pm at kurla stn. that was the last train. we declared we were never going to make it to the station for the train. and then we just managed to reahc the station. some gys were still getting tickets. and those 2 awesome guys without a mobile were still nowhere. and just as if by chance, they landed up at the station 10.15 pm arnd. it seems they had bypassed us and went out of IIT thro the other gate as we lay standing waiting at the main gate n screwing our time as well. and well, they did contact them without which they wd hv just gone for teh station scheduled before.
well alls well that ends well. we managed the train. absolutely crowded. fighting for breath at 11 pm. in a hyper crowded train. it can happen only in bombay. crowds at crazy hours. but i guess, we just pulled it off. planning was pathetic but execution was supreme!!!!
what say?
and then their ability for planning , analysis and other jargons they can only read about..
so when i was shaken out of bed suddenly at 7.45 pm..i was not totally amused. one guy forcibly dragged me into his room ( inspite of my repeated pleas that i had left a dream unfinished) n threw me into the computer screen with a gleam in his eyes. so what did we have? a bunch of tickets to jalgaon..why? we were suddenly trying to reach Ajanta Ellora caves....and he was seriously not kidding. by the time i was regaining my sanity, 6 ppl surrounded and were dicussing the operational mechanics of the trip..
so 8.30 pm it was. and it seemed inevitable that the next day wd be spent poring over the caves..
5 guys left early to get the tickets. we were 5 left. all had to withdraw money at the ATMs. we cud get just one auto to reach the main gate. that meant 3 ppl. one of the guys pushed 3 of us into the auto in a rare act of abnegation n became the hero. he was to follow us as soon as he got the second auto. what this hero din realise is he and the other guy who wd accompany him din hv a bloody mobile for communication.
we waited for them at the main gate. took out money n stoof till 9.30 pm. the train for jalgaon was supposed to be at 10.10 pm at lokmanya stn. these guys r nowhere to be seen. no way we cud contact them. and it was impossible to reach the station for the train.
as we were thro the auto, we still din know how we were to get together for the trip. and the next bombshell comes. one gangster from the prev five guys calls up from nowhere and says we r not going to ajanta. some chance call from a frnd told us that ajanta ellora is closed on monday tuesday n we were planning for tuesday. goodness, atleast we knew this before we boarded the train!
so finally we werer to reach kurla station. the plan has changed. different stations for departure. and we din hv a clue how to contact the other two abt this new plan. they wd be reaching lokmanya stn, that is , if at they reach the stn somehow. there was only one chance. they shd call us or the other guys..which we saw had lil chance considering that in the lil time they had for reaching teh station, they wd better move quickly rather than search for a phone booth.
and this new train which wd leave for the new place called matheran, ws for 10.17 pm at kurla stn. that was the last train. we declared we were never going to make it to the station for the train. and then we just managed to reahc the station. some gys were still getting tickets. and those 2 awesome guys without a mobile were still nowhere. and just as if by chance, they landed up at the station 10.15 pm arnd. it seems they had bypassed us and went out of IIT thro the other gate as we lay standing waiting at the main gate n screwing our time as well. and well, they did contact them without which they wd hv just gone for teh station scheduled before.
well alls well that ends well. we managed the train. absolutely crowded. fighting for breath at 11 pm. in a hyper crowded train. it can happen only in bombay. crowds at crazy hours. but i guess, we just pulled it off. planning was pathetic but execution was supreme!!!!
what say?
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Luxury , Life and The Lord
Pilgrimages are fun. A detour from a boring life. An experience in itself. Well these are some of the common view points. No wonder the Lord comes last..
For the many thousands for whom pilgrimages mean a tata sumo, comfortable leg space and the shortest route bypassing thousands of devotees, the term has becomes a misnomer. I was no exception.
Take a look at the picture. They are not from a local grp who take part in bandhs and protests! They r army of devotees in Trayambakeshwar! What motivates these people who walk miles on foot to reach the temple, stand all day in congested Qs, sing, dance and enjoy all along the way?
You can see ppl from all age groups - 8 to 80 years!!!! there r ppl just like u n me, who care a damn abt how crowded it is or how much they should endure!! there are lil kids n girls who make no bones abt having to stand or walk long distances.
Look at their energy levels....look at self....inspite of all the comforts of life, there is so much we crib abt..say a cut of internet connection for 30 mins..GRRRRRrrrrrrrrr
It is for teh individual to decide if it is a pilgrimage or a picnic..but let us not wallow in the thoughts that we r so humble n devoted if we visit these temples..they r those thousands who r way apart who r the real devotees....
Hail the aam Junta!!!!
Friday, December 08, 2006
Poor Planning of Time ( PPT)
how can one be happy and sad at the same time?
welcome to Bschool life....to the period most sought after. the placement time..infact the only reason why ppl take pains of CAT n a host of other exams..the dreams of dreams of every Bschooler after u r bored of mugging for exams n thot enough was enough n thot its time to think abt companies, careers n conveniences in contemporary times....Bravo! u hv landed into the drudgery of placement period. endless ruthless sessions of Pre Placement Talks aka PPTs.
after attending around 20-25 sessions around its time for introspection....soul searching ( well def soulmate searching was a better job anyday!)
There is structure even in the most fuzzy n messy of things in the universe. and so one can correlate between the crazy comonalities between the preponderances of ppts that paralyse progressive thinking and promote parochial potentialities in the minds of the many dozen scapegoats scathed by soporific sermons of terrifying tycoons of corporate bharat!
welcome to Bschool life....to the period most sought after. the placement time..infact the only reason why ppl take pains of CAT n a host of other exams..the dreams of dreams of every Bschooler after u r bored of mugging for exams n thot enough was enough n thot its time to think abt companies, careers n conveniences in contemporary times....Bravo! u hv landed into the drudgery of placement period. endless ruthless sessions of Pre Placement Talks aka PPTs.
after attending around 20-25 sessions around its time for introspection....soul searching ( well def soulmate searching was a better job anyday!)
There is structure even in the most fuzzy n messy of things in the universe. and so one can correlate between the crazy comonalities between the preponderances of ppts that paralyse progressive thinking and promote parochial potentialities in the minds of the many dozen scapegoats scathed by soporific sermons of terrifying tycoons of corporate bharat!
i m not alone. i hv got 57 companions to share our grievances. we are having a ball of a time here....and the exercise of attending such talks is the base for experimenting ur theories of how companies operate in boardrooms. The insider view of the placement talks by corporates in B schools with complete histrionics all included.
know what! its been a long while since i ever posted. i cud not hit on a particular idea. but now. the great indian laughter challenge has been well exhibited by these phenomena occuring in the fag end of the year in mgmt schools across the country..i m literally famished. after 8 hours of torture. 6.5 hrs that too almost continuous with a brk of 5 mins only. i reach my room irritated no less but decide i hv to write sth to vent my anger. btw yeah all of us need jobs. but why do the corporates need to make us pay so much for the same.
Disclaimer:
not all companies had troubled us so much. but some really did. and its abt time that we got a break....(tomm a marathon 6 ppts spanning another 12 hr day i guess)
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So here we are. the time shows 9 am. we were "warned" by placecom ppl that we better be there spot on time. or pay 200 rupiah. without a cycle, n not enough sleep either..we can just limp all the way to som n reach by 9.05 hrs. tell u what, the seminar room is dead calm. very serious i think. no? one peep will show that ppl r showing "Casino Royale" until the HR decides to appear to show what they hv on offer.
so the session starts at 9.30 if u r lucky enough. the ranting starts here. we have picked up a few jargons that has been a striking feature of ppts.
Open work culture:
yes we all know that. means u r open to scrutiny. u better behave in office. no yahoo. no orkuts. no blogs. excuse me IT ppl here even considered asking companies whether they allow employees to allow installation of yahoo messenger. IT makkal thirunthave maataalaa????
Case to Case basis:
one of the best jargons used dangerously by companies when asked abt compensation details. when asked how they wd value work experience n what wd be general slab for say a 2 yr work ex guy....the reply is shot at the speed of (E/M)^0.5! everything is case to case. atleast one shd work for kingfisher or a bacardi so that u can get more case to case benefits.
Performance Driven assessment :
Try asking how long wd u take to move thro the ladder at each stage in the corporate circus show n pat comes the answer that they hv pure meritocracy ( huh..so did we say aristocracy? cant u throw some ballpark figure? ) and whats more the fastest it takes from one level to another is 6 months i heard!!!! can u believe it? yeah at that rate the ppl who gave jobs wd have to find fresh jobs in 3 years time!! well....i shd consider taking their interviews!!!!
Dirtying ur hands
and they say u hv to do all donkey work n dirty ur hands. the most abused phrase ( and my fav too) i was left imagining of a situation i always confronted at home....street cricket..i hv dirtied my hands so many times out there on the street....think of it , the likes of reckitt benkiser ( mfr dettol) has good business ahead with such policies promoted by companies.
Analytical Skills:
u need it in plenty. coz they say the job is very demanding. u hv to think on ur feet ( and stand on ur head or what?? Grrrrrrr.....!!!!). and think out of the box. well first get me a box!
Super Jargons: ( IT special)
like integrating all ur applications on a common platform well networked with the rest of teh systms and sandwiched between upper ware, lowerware, middleware , tupperware etc....and leverage the existing potential of the varios capabilities n provide high end visibility of data in enterprise applications for sound decision making....(phew!!!! the effects of sitting in an AC room 24*7 i guess ; - )..what say?
Leadership Programmes :
Like u can be provided state of the art training with rigorous classroom sessions building capabilities( soporofic capabilities)....guess what u r sent to UK, US, Singapore, Malaysia for the same....wonder why go so far when i can sleep even standing in a train journey..yeah networking is a must. take a look at fotos with swimming pools et al....we all now know what networking is....
Passion for work :
well instead...we ask the company..how abt some compassion....passion is meant for 'other' things ;-)
well there r many more....but i need to get to work now....i hardly have time for that :(
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Blank Spaces..
i donno....
i hv lost the capacity to blog! i cant find a thing to talk abt. i m indeed depressed abt it. i m feeling more clueless abt writing blogs ( much more than even writing my exams)
but..
i will return..soon..keep watching this space....( cha..as if anyone cares to read my page..irunthaalum....)
tata
i hv lost the capacity to blog! i cant find a thing to talk abt. i m indeed depressed abt it. i m feeling more clueless abt writing blogs ( much more than even writing my exams)
but..
i will return..soon..keep watching this space....( cha..as if anyone cares to read my page..irunthaalum....)
tata
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Timepass?
Whether it is a matter of curiosity or a personal preference, the fact remains that one of the most admired things for me is a library. smaller the better.
almost at the end of the mgmt programme, i have probably never spent much time reading at the library. same holds true for all ppl here. probably the only time the library ever was filled with ppl was when some pics for our placement brochure was needed.
the intertesting thing abt libraries is just about searching for books. i generally enter the library whenever i came too early for some class or when i had to waste time in between classes. i don come with any particular plan for studying a particular book or subject.
believe me gazing at books even more interesting than gazing at pretty girls ( though i m still to find even one such soul, inside SOM..no offence intended to my classmates or the juniors)
i get elated at seeing super thick books with vivid colours and attractive cover pages. if the title is a super jargon, my ecstasy knows no bounds. the thickness of books ushers into me a deep sense of vitality that i shd venture deep into a never ending quest for knowledge. with a strong transparent cover n a silky surface, a book in hand brings in a lot of assurance and so much security into me.
the moment i take the book in my hands and settle in a table, i feel as if i am going to do a thorough research into the topic..as if my future was all going to depend on that particular book. not withstanding that, i take 3-4 books, all of such gigantic sizes to spur my intellectual interests.
with very less time around with classes scheduled ahead, i go thro the wholle book , admiring all the topics it covers, ofcourse, not caring to do a meaningful study on even one topic. what i do achieve is finding a book worthwhile which i can study later. but study later is a tough proposition. it never happens.
nevertheless, it brings so much of good feelings within me. for those few moments, i feell myself to really studious with some sense of purpose in life. once out of the library, and onto the classes, i find my self feeling irritated abt my whole life n what i am actually doing with it all the while.
in short, for someone who is random, arbit , goal less in life n wants to waste time without doing meaningful, but wants to achieve a few moments of unexperienced happiness, a small library is the best bet!
i really bet!
almost at the end of the mgmt programme, i have probably never spent much time reading at the library. same holds true for all ppl here. probably the only time the library ever was filled with ppl was when some pics for our placement brochure was needed.
the intertesting thing abt libraries is just about searching for books. i generally enter the library whenever i came too early for some class or when i had to waste time in between classes. i don come with any particular plan for studying a particular book or subject.
believe me gazing at books even more interesting than gazing at pretty girls ( though i m still to find even one such soul, inside SOM..no offence intended to my classmates or the juniors)
i get elated at seeing super thick books with vivid colours and attractive cover pages. if the title is a super jargon, my ecstasy knows no bounds. the thickness of books ushers into me a deep sense of vitality that i shd venture deep into a never ending quest for knowledge. with a strong transparent cover n a silky surface, a book in hand brings in a lot of assurance and so much security into me.
the moment i take the book in my hands and settle in a table, i feel as if i am going to do a thorough research into the topic..as if my future was all going to depend on that particular book. not withstanding that, i take 3-4 books, all of such gigantic sizes to spur my intellectual interests.
with very less time around with classes scheduled ahead, i go thro the wholle book , admiring all the topics it covers, ofcourse, not caring to do a meaningful study on even one topic. what i do achieve is finding a book worthwhile which i can study later. but study later is a tough proposition. it never happens.
nevertheless, it brings so much of good feelings within me. for those few moments, i feell myself to really studious with some sense of purpose in life. once out of the library, and onto the classes, i find my self feeling irritated abt my whole life n what i am actually doing with it all the while.
in short, for someone who is random, arbit , goal less in life n wants to waste time without doing meaningful, but wants to achieve a few moments of unexperienced happiness, a small library is the best bet!
i really bet!
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Travelogue
some memories. bitter memories. sweet memories.
many times it would seem impossible. it was contrarian to my nature.
Till 12th std the luxury of home was not so well understood. Engg made me understand the same. Life was phased to so near perfection.
I am usually glued to home. I hate cinema theatres and hotels and hangouts. someone must be even thinking that i shd have been in and out of existence 75 years before. I was not meant to be the new age GenX dude exactly. While the company of friends was always there, it was limited to specific locations like ur school and playground and a bit of home, both frnd's and mine. social gatherings even beaches was unheard of.
Till mid of 12th, T.Nagar was my abode. the traffic and the buzz around the chennai city can best expressed by this area. Pondy Bazaar was all the more fun. With a 5 min walk from my erstwhile home, and a school in west mambalam, the longest travel i had to make on a daily basis shd hv been 15 mins on a cycle which was all my travel guide ( though nothing remains now..its all borrowed service)
Then due to some issues, we ( family) had to shift to a suburb from where i had to complete the last six months of my 12th. It seemed so painful. all of them. the silence. the distance. the separation ( all class mates in T.Nagar). and worse, catching a crowded bus at 7.45 AM from NGO colony. going to T.Nagar bus stand and then taking my cycle parked at my aunts place close by, to my school 10 mins away across the subway.
If this seemed any difficult, the next was even more. Engg. To think that I was angry with my akka when she asked me to study only in madras seems now to me utter foolishness. after longing to study in a hostel coz my frnds were also in hostels..all my time was spent only in train trips from college to home n back. endless train journeys..every other day, i can imagine myself in the railway station corridor. worry of cancelled trains or getting caught by TTEs withour that superfast ticket. 4 years went slow and painful. i cut short my classes from mon to wed, just that i cud follow those afternoon tamil soaps as well my mom n granny.
Finally i said i m back home. was i?
After a struggle, God's Grace, i got a job. and that too far away from hometown. i never lived away from home on my own for more than 2 weeks( which was just once infact in all 4 years of engg). and i was in the arid regions of gujarat dusting across the petrochemical complexes. first visit home was after six months of joining job. and the next visit after 6 months. and then the last visit after 9 months. for a person who would visit home from vellore given a half day holiday..my life changed so much.
as if it was not all over..i got admission in bombay. again quite far away from madras.
but ofcourse this year only i hv made 5 trips already with one diwali trip pending. that looks like some record travelling. thanks to a couple of sponsored trips n a couple of urgent trips, flying saved a lot of time, while burning my pockets deep.
next year again, i m not sure whether home is far or near. Though parents will atleast be there wherever, i keep thinking abt our own home, our verandah, thenamaram, vaazhamaram n naarthangaa maram n all. and ofcourse my dear overhead pump which i so religiously primed even in deep sleep!
thinking back, from a non traveller, i graduated to a near nomad.
time will only said whether i m going to graduate from nomad to mad or get lucky enough to have a long awaited homecoming at the sweetest place back on earth.
That is Adambakkam.
many times it would seem impossible. it was contrarian to my nature.
Till 12th std the luxury of home was not so well understood. Engg made me understand the same. Life was phased to so near perfection.
I am usually glued to home. I hate cinema theatres and hotels and hangouts. someone must be even thinking that i shd have been in and out of existence 75 years before. I was not meant to be the new age GenX dude exactly. While the company of friends was always there, it was limited to specific locations like ur school and playground and a bit of home, both frnd's and mine. social gatherings even beaches was unheard of.
Till mid of 12th, T.Nagar was my abode. the traffic and the buzz around the chennai city can best expressed by this area. Pondy Bazaar was all the more fun. With a 5 min walk from my erstwhile home, and a school in west mambalam, the longest travel i had to make on a daily basis shd hv been 15 mins on a cycle which was all my travel guide ( though nothing remains now..its all borrowed service)
Then due to some issues, we ( family) had to shift to a suburb from where i had to complete the last six months of my 12th. It seemed so painful. all of them. the silence. the distance. the separation ( all class mates in T.Nagar). and worse, catching a crowded bus at 7.45 AM from NGO colony. going to T.Nagar bus stand and then taking my cycle parked at my aunts place close by, to my school 10 mins away across the subway.
If this seemed any difficult, the next was even more. Engg. To think that I was angry with my akka when she asked me to study only in madras seems now to me utter foolishness. after longing to study in a hostel coz my frnds were also in hostels..all my time was spent only in train trips from college to home n back. endless train journeys..every other day, i can imagine myself in the railway station corridor. worry of cancelled trains or getting caught by TTEs withour that superfast ticket. 4 years went slow and painful. i cut short my classes from mon to wed, just that i cud follow those afternoon tamil soaps as well my mom n granny.
Finally i said i m back home. was i?
After a struggle, God's Grace, i got a job. and that too far away from hometown. i never lived away from home on my own for more than 2 weeks( which was just once infact in all 4 years of engg). and i was in the arid regions of gujarat dusting across the petrochemical complexes. first visit home was after six months of joining job. and the next visit after 6 months. and then the last visit after 9 months. for a person who would visit home from vellore given a half day holiday..my life changed so much.
as if it was not all over..i got admission in bombay. again quite far away from madras.
but ofcourse this year only i hv made 5 trips already with one diwali trip pending. that looks like some record travelling. thanks to a couple of sponsored trips n a couple of urgent trips, flying saved a lot of time, while burning my pockets deep.
next year again, i m not sure whether home is far or near. Though parents will atleast be there wherever, i keep thinking abt our own home, our verandah, thenamaram, vaazhamaram n naarthangaa maram n all. and ofcourse my dear overhead pump which i so religiously primed even in deep sleep!
thinking back, from a non traveller, i graduated to a near nomad.
time will only said whether i m going to graduate from nomad to mad or get lucky enough to have a long awaited homecoming at the sweetest place back on earth.
That is Adambakkam.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Opposite
Having an opposite view is the fundamental basis of our lives. sounds like an emphatic but standalone statement?
This statement is true of almost every aspect of life and business. lets see how.
every trade that happens in the world has a buyer and a seller. a buyer has some expectation of the value of a product. and the seller has his own. now their opposite views or opposite take on the value of the product takes them to opposite sides of a transaction. and there is a deal. imagine if everybody thinks the stocks will head upwards, there will be no sellers and when everone thinks the stocks r sure to tank, there will be no buyers. so unless there r opposite views on the underlying entity, there cannot be a trade.
interest rate and exchange rate views affirm this very fact that if there were no opposite views there r no forwards, options or swaps.
this is the beauty of opposing views. after all opposite views r the fundamental reason for existence.
take life. marriage in particular. if everyone thinks a particular guy/girl is bad in a certain way , there is just one opinion and the 'deal' of marriage never takes place. what happens is this, a guy finds a girl good when it may not be the same for most other ppl. again the girl might have a excellent opinion abt a guy while he is actually not acc to most other ppl. so one ends up being teh bakra which is not actually bad.(if both r bakras , their relative pluses n minuses will be factored in). this is becoz again for balance to achieve in one's life, there has to be give n take. without this opposing view, the world will come to a standstill.
this bakra scenario can be compared to the balance of payments ( BoP) concept which infact induced me to write this post.
in a BoP, there is surplus or deficit in a sub account. one surplus in a sub account will be balanced by a deficit in the other account.
a bakra scenario is not so bad really. coz, the minus of a guy will be balanced by the plus of a girl and vice versa. as long as the surplus of one matches the deficit of the other, life is good. this is analogous to the capital account surplus balancing the current account deficit. whnever there is a disequilibrium, policy interventions have to take place ( like internal adjustements of personalites to avoid ego clashes)
if there were no opposite views then all engineers wd go for compsci . and if there were market forces only to exist, would there have been someone working for the larger good?
and if GOD did not think opposite, will there have been Men and Women as well?
This statement is true of almost every aspect of life and business. lets see how.
every trade that happens in the world has a buyer and a seller. a buyer has some expectation of the value of a product. and the seller has his own. now their opposite views or opposite take on the value of the product takes them to opposite sides of a transaction. and there is a deal. imagine if everybody thinks the stocks will head upwards, there will be no sellers and when everone thinks the stocks r sure to tank, there will be no buyers. so unless there r opposite views on the underlying entity, there cannot be a trade.
interest rate and exchange rate views affirm this very fact that if there were no opposite views there r no forwards, options or swaps.
this is the beauty of opposing views. after all opposite views r the fundamental reason for existence.
take life. marriage in particular. if everyone thinks a particular guy/girl is bad in a certain way , there is just one opinion and the 'deal' of marriage never takes place. what happens is this, a guy finds a girl good when it may not be the same for most other ppl. again the girl might have a excellent opinion abt a guy while he is actually not acc to most other ppl. so one ends up being teh bakra which is not actually bad.(if both r bakras , their relative pluses n minuses will be factored in). this is becoz again for balance to achieve in one's life, there has to be give n take. without this opposing view, the world will come to a standstill.
this bakra scenario can be compared to the balance of payments ( BoP) concept which infact induced me to write this post.
in a BoP, there is surplus or deficit in a sub account. one surplus in a sub account will be balanced by a deficit in the other account.
a bakra scenario is not so bad really. coz, the minus of a guy will be balanced by the plus of a girl and vice versa. as long as the surplus of one matches the deficit of the other, life is good. this is analogous to the capital account surplus balancing the current account deficit. whnever there is a disequilibrium, policy interventions have to take place ( like internal adjustements of personalites to avoid ego clashes)
if there were no opposite views then all engineers wd go for compsci . and if there were market forces only to exist, would there have been someone working for the larger good?
and if GOD did not think opposite, will there have been Men and Women as well?
Saturday, September 16, 2006
The Logic for our future??
How silly can things get in one's life..?
When the underlying logic of important events in one's life is decided by frivolous parameters what more can u say?
we r supposed to be choosing courses which wd decide our future and u dare to know the "thought process" that go into the decision of designing the future! and yeah the thought process of people who had excelled in their respective fields of study earlier ( with exceptions like the author) and ppl who had decent industry exposure and consider themselves too practical ( big joke!)
first of all, we r a bunch of ppl who have gotten extremely bored with life and decided that nothings gonna improve by a judicious choice of courses.
after completing 25 courses in 1.25 years, no one is in a humour to quench their thirst for additional knowledge if there ever was..and no one is excluded from this, the topper not withstanding. so here is the guide to choosing courses @ som. juniors can learn valuable lessons i m sure.
The Ten 'Som'mandments
1. For ppl who hv no problem getting up early..all pre lunch classes only. afternoon sleep is a must. that too full stretch and under the blanket.
2. For ppl who hate waking up at the crack of dawn at 8 am(like me)..take classes from 10.30 onwards..and ofcourse they will not sacrifice afti sleep also. so take courses which start at 4 in the evening
3. Maximise courses per day. strive for maximum holidays per week and choose courses accordingly. who cares if u have classes 6 hrs a day. anyway sleep in class is assured. especially the ERP room Aesthetics and AC effect is a decent bet!
4. If u r a localite, make sure ur holidays r spaced next to each other. transaction costs to home n insti r reduced.
5. Make choices by prof and not by merit and usefulness of course. after all u want a peaceful life!!
6. Check if the prof gives good grades. that is minimum of AB ( like for sales n distribution mgmt) . prioritise courses by probability of grades expected. yes, u can plot normal curves, fix confidence levels. calculate Value at risk due to unhedged exposure..:P
7. Finance is a big pain. more effort and tough to get grades. take vague courses where prep reqd is minimum. and u can gass off the whole paper.
8. Choose courses so that ur diwali holidays n reqd leave can be optimised. after all u got to spend fair bit of time at home.
9. No courses on sundays as far as possible. after all Huma theatre and the many babes crowding around r not to be missed on sundays!!
10. finally ofcourse make sure the class timings do not conflict with your regular yahoo chats or skype voice chats with ur near and dear ones. afterall networking is the name of the game in MBA!!!!
When the underlying logic of important events in one's life is decided by frivolous parameters what more can u say?
we r supposed to be choosing courses which wd decide our future and u dare to know the "thought process" that go into the decision of designing the future! and yeah the thought process of people who had excelled in their respective fields of study earlier ( with exceptions like the author) and ppl who had decent industry exposure and consider themselves too practical ( big joke!)
first of all, we r a bunch of ppl who have gotten extremely bored with life and decided that nothings gonna improve by a judicious choice of courses.
after completing 25 courses in 1.25 years, no one is in a humour to quench their thirst for additional knowledge if there ever was..and no one is excluded from this, the topper not withstanding. so here is the guide to choosing courses @ som. juniors can learn valuable lessons i m sure.
The Ten 'Som'mandments
1. For ppl who hv no problem getting up early..all pre lunch classes only. afternoon sleep is a must. that too full stretch and under the blanket.
2. For ppl who hate waking up at the crack of dawn at 8 am(like me)..take classes from 10.30 onwards..and ofcourse they will not sacrifice afti sleep also. so take courses which start at 4 in the evening
3. Maximise courses per day. strive for maximum holidays per week and choose courses accordingly. who cares if u have classes 6 hrs a day. anyway sleep in class is assured. especially the ERP room Aesthetics and AC effect is a decent bet!
4. If u r a localite, make sure ur holidays r spaced next to each other. transaction costs to home n insti r reduced.
5. Make choices by prof and not by merit and usefulness of course. after all u want a peaceful life!!
6. Check if the prof gives good grades. that is minimum of AB ( like for sales n distribution mgmt) . prioritise courses by probability of grades expected. yes, u can plot normal curves, fix confidence levels. calculate Value at risk due to unhedged exposure..:P
7. Finance is a big pain. more effort and tough to get grades. take vague courses where prep reqd is minimum. and u can gass off the whole paper.
8. Choose courses so that ur diwali holidays n reqd leave can be optimised. after all u got to spend fair bit of time at home.
9. No courses on sundays as far as possible. after all Huma theatre and the many babes crowding around r not to be missed on sundays!!
10. finally ofcourse make sure the class timings do not conflict with your regular yahoo chats or skype voice chats with ur near and dear ones. afterall networking is the name of the game in MBA!!!!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Rain..
Yet another bore packed session of a vague subject..but with another dazzling display of bombay rains..yeah.... it was raining pretty intensely..all eyes turn towards window view..mine is no exception..
What is so special about rain..well is it really special..?
Rain - The fascination for all ages..continues to enchant everyone from a little kid to a youth to anyone on earth.
A Sign of freedom. Relief from boredom.
Rain is there for u . and for all those around u.
Rain for kids. Rain for romance. Rain for life. Rain for joy. Rain for sorrow. Rain for togetherness. Rain for solitude. Rain for properity. Rain for disaster. Rain for brain. Rain for heart.Rain for mind.Rain for soul.
Does it touch every breath of ur life?
In rains , u can be cold and hot at the same time.
A student loves rains for postponing exams. A professional for taking that odd break from a monotonous life. I love rains for that sleep inducing climate esp when in my hostel room. I know i m blessed to have a bed as good as mine.
As a small boy, rains meant beach in my street....where i can exhibit my marine engg capabilities. build warships. conduct ship races. or sometimes, with all those goldfishes finding its way into the streets, make a mini aquarium. play cricket in a swamped street. with water splashing all over ur face. get a washer from a passerby bus.
u can have all the showers from the heavens. with thunder and lightening. a moment of fear. but also the moment for being near to ur dear.
u can feel Nature's power, when u run for cover. listen to the thunder. get struck with wonder. u don need a skype or a satellite for communication with nature.
why do i get happy inside when it rains outside?
why this simmering feeling of liberation? or is this all mere abberation?
There is no escape from rain. I know it.
It rains not just outside. It rains right inside my heart.
What is so special about rain..well is it really special..?
Rain - The fascination for all ages..continues to enchant everyone from a little kid to a youth to anyone on earth.
A Sign of freedom. Relief from boredom.
Rain is there for u . and for all those around u.
Rain for kids. Rain for romance. Rain for life. Rain for joy. Rain for sorrow. Rain for togetherness. Rain for solitude. Rain for properity. Rain for disaster. Rain for brain. Rain for heart.Rain for mind.Rain for soul.
Does it touch every breath of ur life?
In rains , u can be cold and hot at the same time.
A student loves rains for postponing exams. A professional for taking that odd break from a monotonous life. I love rains for that sleep inducing climate esp when in my hostel room. I know i m blessed to have a bed as good as mine.
As a small boy, rains meant beach in my street....where i can exhibit my marine engg capabilities. build warships. conduct ship races. or sometimes, with all those goldfishes finding its way into the streets, make a mini aquarium. play cricket in a swamped street. with water splashing all over ur face. get a washer from a passerby bus.
u can have all the showers from the heavens. with thunder and lightening. a moment of fear. but also the moment for being near to ur dear.
u can feel Nature's power, when u run for cover. listen to the thunder. get struck with wonder. u don need a skype or a satellite for communication with nature.
why do i get happy inside when it rains outside?
why this simmering feeling of liberation? or is this all mere abberation?
There is no escape from rain. I know it.
It rains not just outside. It rains right inside my heart.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Hero
The dilemma of every individual ( like me..LOL!)
well captured by Darren Hayes in his Tension and the Spark Album. Song : Hero
HERO...
Outside comfort in the skin
I am all that you're projecting
Inside feel the rising tide
And the revolutions deafening
I was trying to hide my opposing side
Trying to reconcile my Jekyll and Hide
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Do yourself a favor
Save yourself
Don't pick me find someone else
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Sometimes you put all of your desires in an object of affection
But in time because you idolise there is only disappointment
I was flying so high in your perfect sky
But I needed to fall cannot have it all
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Do yourself a favor
Save yourself
Don't pick me find someone else
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Do yourself a favor
Save yourself
Don't pick me for someone else
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Don't need to compromise
I don't need to occupy the floor
There's a danger in boxing in my sin
And all that I am..
It's too much pressure
I'll only let you down again
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
It's too much pressure
I'll only let you down again
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
It's too much pressure
I'll only let you down again
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
well captured by Darren Hayes in his Tension and the Spark Album. Song : Hero
HERO...
Outside comfort in the skin
I am all that you're projecting
Inside feel the rising tide
And the revolutions deafening
I was trying to hide my opposing side
Trying to reconcile my Jekyll and Hide
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Do yourself a favor
Save yourself
Don't pick me find someone else
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Sometimes you put all of your desires in an object of affection
But in time because you idolise there is only disappointment
I was flying so high in your perfect sky
But I needed to fall cannot have it all
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Do yourself a favor
Save yourself
Don't pick me find someone else
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Do yourself a favor
Save yourself
Don't pick me for someone else
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Don't need to compromise
I don't need to occupy the floor
There's a danger in boxing in my sin
And all that I am..
It's too much pressure
I'll only let you down again
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
It's too much pressure
I'll only let you down again
(Why'd you want to bother.... find yourself another)
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
It's too much pressure
I'll only let you down again
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
Ladies and gentlemen listen up please
I don't want to be your hero
(No, I am not open.... parts of me are broken)
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