Honesty is the best policy

Not in all walks of life..certainly not in front of a traffic police(they are invariably out there to mug you) but its the mantra for all the relations which matter to you a lot. Sometimes I wonder how thin is the strand of trust that holds a relation. Probably its one of the bugs which developers in Heaven have put in. More of a system error rather than an outward application error. So why give a chance for that thin thread to break by being dishonest. Its applicable to all relations...but in matters of Love I guess it assumes even more so... Why this outburst, well there is a reason...and if you are too worried/curious, its not for me. Even though it was for someone else, I did feel very bad.

On a lighter, the ISE EU summit went off well. V Deepti appreciated "Story of Mothu ". We all broke into a impromptu "YES" when she said it was excellent. And to our added delight she also said a "YES" and its good. Was honest with the work ;) .

Well the only good thing about the movie Kabhi Khusi Kabhi Gam was probably the title really reflects the truth of life.

Rival!!!

Well now my blog has a rival!!! Someone finally presented me with a diary. I love writing my diary and have always got one gifted...so I was desperately waiting for one to be gifted to me. Ok I had to do some backend manipulation to get this one...reminds me of the Bharat Ratna drama...but the one who gave me has a very clear heart ... so I am more than happy ... to keep my matlab with AAM and not worry about the gutli...

Need to fill so many things in my diary so switching off from the blog for now!!!

Luv
Prani

Globe as canvas...

Life has come a long way from the days when competition against 20 students in the class was the biggest battle, to when topping the batch was the biggest honour in BE(not many would agree and not many times I got it!!!) to now when I feel defeating or rather surprising myself with what I can do is the biggest thing.

Imagine what when can be achieved when you really dont care who gets the credit for it makes a lot of sense now. (;) probably I have resigned and dont have to worry a lot about my appraisal, I can afford to say this)

I think a good leader has the capability to identify who would have done what and do the needful and yet all this so subtly that no one gets offended. Having applied this with my team now, I feel it really can work wonders..

Anyways a sleepy brain, a happy heart and a wandering mind has scribbled some incoherent phrases...so let me make more sense by closing this with stuff thats right in my thoughts right now...

I am really haapppppyyy with the ppt that we could make today for the ISU meet...2 nights of thought has gone into it...and the fact is they were weekend nights...review from all the sound boards was awsome...the paint work from Arun just tooo good and the partnership of all (me Dilip and Arun) has done some good work...the adulation we received was equally good and I hope true...and I feel there is really nothing better than getting a pat on the back (from people you love most/respect most) for a good work...and I love being pampered...

If the globe was my canvas now I would have been on tv doing an interview...hmmm nope ... I am off to hit bed now so probably happy with a smaller canvas..First Floor B Block ODC1...

But someday I will be there..humko hai vishwas... pura hai vishwas..hum honge kamyab ek din!!!!

Luv

Prani

PS: Anybody who likes the presentation can always leave the message in the comments... :)

K N Prasad Std II

If you had come to my house some where around December 1990 this would have been the name board(well kind of atleast all written in chalk !!!) on the door. Well young me had got fed up with education, elocution, drawing and literature and thought it was the best in the interest of all that I get to the man's world sooner. Having made a decision, I just informed our family over the dinner. The emotions were on the expected lines, sister went on a laughing spree, mom ready to question if I had taken such a decision bcoz of another homework and a silent stare from dad. The wisest of us, my grand ma, gave an understanding look. Anyways as my family gave little importance to such an important decision, I decided to talk to our neighbour for a more man to man talk. Dear Uncle P, had a greater patience in hearing me out. He doled out all the good advise of how studying would help me earn better, get me in to bigger houses...and blah blah... Hang on. Nope I would not buzz and gave up on Uncle P aswell...Finally it was my grand ma, who thought it was a wise decision. Having bought me over, with a good ear for my ideas she said she would go and talk to dad on my behalf...Then she told me that there was only one problem which she saw. She had been to the factory and it needed that all the people who worked there needed to have shoes with size as big as dad's atleast. Else we would fall into the furnace....Hmmm I thought that sounds risky...anyways I still tried my fathers shoes and tried walking in the evening for a day or two...and then it was back to books, studies and horrible ranks... (ok that was the story till class V, when another event rocked my life in a positive way!!!)

Years down the lane when we saw the Dhara "Jalebi" ad probably everyone in K family had a smile on their face...I still love the way my grand ma could simply buy me out with a placebo....

I am fully sure that I am not a loner though in this story...quite a few who read must have been thru this... I know for sure that a frnd of mine ran away (ok only a few hundred meters and a few hours) from home when his father said "Get out".

Any ways all these skeletons tumbled out when I was looking for post mba career prospects... duh still job hunting after 17 years to when it began!!!

Luv
Prani

To be on the right to be right

Hmm..here is the marching post of left and right...This would certainly be one of the more serious ones that I am posting in this series...

Mr APJ and me often have this argument if going right is right. Now whats that... well I piggyride on APJ's bike for my ride to office. So every morning we join hordes of AntS( Another Software) engineer on the road. We queue up at every signal...race to the next signal on or off the road or pavements. But the Bangalore traffic and signal has the last laugh. Well, irrespective of your vehicle you tend to end up with your peers at the signal :) . The winner is one who can use the pavements as well as the roads and bend some of the rules relatively coyly. And this is exactly where our arguments starts...The argument for "going on the right is ok" are - because others do it and u are supposed to be a Roman in Rome...and anyways this habit does not extend to to other activities...and most importantly you reach earlier...life is always short and time is a prime comodity...

I dont agree with it...you need not always follow others...sometimes, though, you may be a little late...probably you have made that small difference by being right rather than on right ...and probably avoided causing inconvenience to someone else...probably life is short but we need not make it shorter for ourselves or someone else with our antics...it all depends on where you want to draw the line...and what rules mean to you - are they for "my" betterment or "our" betterment...The latter is my definition.

Anyways these arguments and their counters have occurred beyond left and right and APJ...and I have found myself at perpendicular to the populist view...hahaha...well that's why I guess I love to say "I am like this"

Love
Prani

PS: The above post shows my dilemma rather than APJ's conscience issues...and hopefully I am not left in the middle of the road as the right justice ;)

Akshaya Patr and the bashing

Just too tempted to write about my journey to office today.

As usual was late to office and I just jumped into a Volvo some where before the Silkboard signal. As I had gotten not at any stop I just got in from the front door…. Okkie I know now a few brows must have tightend….and a few imaginations on the loose… well read on theres more to it….the bus was already jam packed and I was surrounded with girls …(come to think of it now…chalo sometime in life, tough accidentally or other wise, it happened today!!!) There was hardly any place to move…yet when the bus stopped at silk board many more boarded the bus…and all fell in place like sugar grains in a large jar of stones…and this continued…the driver never failed to oblige anyone who stuck her hand out on the road….not that guys were biased against…it was slightly more complex to understand how the same space which appeared less for x number of people could accommodate x+20… and we could still have smiling faces…a true akshaya patr should say…

But then we had this guy on board….a story line similar to mine when it comes to boarding the bus…and stuck next to me….so Mr CP….decides that he has to make an urgent call in the middle of a crowded bus….the left hand slips from the bar on top to the pocket… and invites a stare and a slow sorry…the cell phone is pulled out a bigger Stare the right hand comes down to dial the number…and a Stare from a different direction…the bus breaks and a BIG GLARING STARE…STAre….Stare…stare…yap yap begins and at every syllable uttered there are only more stares and CP doesnot mind and is happy in his world!!!!

Well should commend the driver’s skill at manoeuvring the bus that the stares are less and smiles are more!!!


Hmm the return journey was a sober affair with me piggy riding on JPs bike after a long bashing from Mr PM…Needed to have 2 teas to get the over the hangover of the meeting !!!

Contrasting ends points to the daily timeline … one with lots of people, stares and smiles, other a lonely ride with a heavy head and in between the regular joys of working guy!!!

PS : Mrs Dreamz thinks I might have attracted lots stares myself… which I wholly disagree and hope some who read this would agree with me…

If (you think like me)
mail me
Else
probably I will just assume you missed reading this post….
End-if

Chalo khusfahmi mein hi jee lete hain :)

Choice

Choice !!!

Well that’s exactly what I have at hand when I write this blog… The reason being I have been pretty unfaithful and so much water has passed thru Wensum and BTM lake that I could write down a whole book .

Well let me use this a catch up and I hope to stick to my new year resolution of a post every weekend atleast . Hmm let me hit the road running…

26 Oct and I sat in 726 service to Heathorw from Norwich. With good byes and feeling that we(me, CD, Sanjarekha, Subhashree, 11 Sidestrand, and Norwich) would miss each other. Guess I miss them all of them…hope they too do… I was a touch disappointed at coming back. (Have to admit that for this blog is for me and people who know me well) But, beneath the outer layer, I had few things to sort out. An interview for ISB, my other apps, more importantly an idea which I had to sell to a few important people. I was pretty determined to make sure I did not have another appraisal in TCS … :)

So I reach Heathrow dressed in a Jeans, T shirt, a sports jacket and my all encompassing no-good eastern store jacket. For the uninitiated, it’s the common TCS crime, we all buy bulky, ugly and useless ¾ jacket which just hangs in ur wardrobe…Not used to Jacket even in the cold Norwich evenings, I was sweating pretty bad. At the checkin counter, the stares made me shiver in my pants. Anyone could easily consider me a terrorist, dressed in jacket full of explo*****!!!! Noooooo….. did not want to get shot down like one..so threw off the jackets, not in the trash but on to my trolly. This along with a huge chocolate buying spree seem to be the most important events.

21 days of fun, fight, fooling was what I had next. Aditya…my kiddo nephew of jus 7 months made the leave worth while…he is an absolute delight to be with. He came to me… Probably he thought I was a new toy which mom got!!! And luckily all that I got for him withstood his stress test and he liked a few!!! Wah my luck. Sadly the cardboard of the toys appealed to him a li’l more than the toys…Had fights with aka…hmm cool we are normal…and have not become so called grown-ups…and of course something else important happened aswell…Anyway, cant forget how difficult it was for me to cross the road on the first day. There was a circle in Mumbai roads. Hmm, so what we actually have is a stone in the middle of the road, autorik’s stop in the middle of road and people get on and off right there and the rest of the traffic shapes around it happily. No one stops for other and yet no one gets hurt. Trust me it took me 20 min to cross.

17-Nov had my interview at Hotel Taj. Since I have told so many people how it went, just would not waste the space here. It was the usual thing with me going ayo I could have done better…but it was history…I wonder what happened to my fellow interviewee…

21-Nov saw the heat of Bangalore. Till this time though I had come to India I was at a sweet home in Mumbai….So when I saw my bachelor’s quarters, it was a shock and the word is a understatement. From a carpeted house,(even the bathrooms were carpeted!!!) in Norwich to this…hota hai yaar…life’s like that I thought. It reminded me of my BE days…The traffic, the honking of horns, the crowds, the pollution, and just about everything seemed new and OOO was the only word for the first few days.

12-Dec and hope, angry, frustrated, dreamy, ecstatic were all the emotions that I had. Hmm quite a load for my heart….it started with the usual what will happen to my results and my future, and as the day progressed it went thru the grind as to what would happen to some other issue I had…and as I was speaking to my father in the evening I opened my mail and Lo…I was ecstatic..Iwas selected to ISB….. Could not have been a better timing… I was reading the mail out to my father… the person who I always want to be…I hope I will someday…Seventh ummm no probably seventeenth heaven was where I was… This one result had cleared so many things…(a bigger version of this post went missing as I was trying to format it :( )

15-Dec was when I told this to my project manager. And rather than him, it was me who was shocked and surprised. There was no surprise to PM when I said I would quit in march. He said he thought I would do that in January when my three months contact ended. Here I go stumped badly.

A quite new year and some struggles still continue. Till date some things are still on simmer rather than completion but that’s life…

And today when India lost to 2 umpires rather than Australian team, I am a little sad. Writing this post certainly helped me live thru those wonderful days of my life.

Luv
Prani