go green!!

"go green" and "thank you for using webex"(safe net conferencing purposes).the meeting continued for ball-crushing solid 2 and half hours,it added to more pain as our dinner got delayed of its schedule.we culd see our ass-prints on the chair!the 'go green' caption was simultaneously freaky and ironic,given a thought(we are balancing energy equation here by reprocessing and redirecting the energy to other form...**bite me**..).at first it was nice thinking about all the recession, pink slips and low business and of course stocks dipping knee low. now the finance team of the company can concentrate on gripping its associates to its location and meetings can be cut short via live-conferencing, not necessarily compel associates to travel, guest house expences levied on the company relaxed, in short, cost cutting factors in the need of the hour , rather than flipping the coin to decide the fate of associate for his stay in the company.tissue papers replaced by fancy 'hand drier machine'.!

Broken Dreams

Roll it back to childhood stage when you just entered your teen.life was good,the whole neighbourhod knew you,calls to see when you pass by to check on your folks and update how they doing. you walk proudly with your football for the evening games in the colony.you walk with your new shoes that your father bought u.you get this unexplainable good feeling within your body.you flaunt from time to time and stop and take a break to admire and rouse the same feeling that you felt the time your skin felt against the shoes,coz it feels good.Those were the when you didnt know and bothered if the shoes go with your clothes or what u were wearing to justify your new shoes. no fashion statements coz it was a gift your dad gifted you, it was his love.
you worshiped your dad n mom for being there and when the new shoes gave a bite n tore your ankle skin, theyfetched you bandage n dressed your wound with antiseptic cream and most importantly the faith n prayers that it shuld get ok soon,,sooner enough that you forget it pained while you walked. you have your own room now and you feel proud to hang 'Guns N roses' wallpaper on the side of the wall you face while you fall asleep in your fluffy bed. you are glad your folks are there to share the portion of their bed when it thunders in the night or when you have watched some freakishly disturbing scenes from then famous 'evil dead' movie and could'nt sleep alone as most of the time is spent on checking the space under your bed, the closet, you welcome your imaginary self ghost and you belief questioning "what if....". Then you got licence for two wheelers, and you can ride your dad's bike full time as dad retires from the legacy to ownership.you spend your days making modifications and in the nite you catch up with your gang and describe the hardship you went through for the fixation. you dont have cash but you always make it to sneak in and get hold of some changes to spend for the day. your sinful act always backed up with your self created explanation,"dad wont know there is reduction in usual weight of his front pocket its just some changes. the whole solid cash still hanging, hugging dad's pocket.he really would'nt mind". you first smoked and you thought you will outwit your dad with the smell by chewing bubble gum,but you know its nt true. the first booze you had and escaped small accident with just some bruises and torn pant, but looking at the brighter side your bike is still in one piece you console your hurting and pain. your first girl friend and you try hard not to get it disclosed,you hide her love notes, cards and seemingly lovey-dovey small toys in a box and name your box with some ethical nomenclature that will never cause suspicious and dragging force to your sibblings to open it.your first kiss shared with her while holding handsyou remember every detail from the time it was in your watch to which clothes you were wearing.
its cultural function tomorrow in the school and you were part of the band. you struggle with the sleep as you plan whats gonna happen and replace un-noticed undesirable events the you didnt see before and you can feel there is a bulge in your stomach that feels funny everytime when you picture yourself in the centre of the stage and this attractive girl you've been wanting to ask out is looking at you play,with a smile and the eyes meeting each other is noticed with a shyness. you feel sad coz its time to leave your folks as you pack your bags for the heck of higher studies. you wrap your clothes and your mom scolds you for not ironing the shirts that you been wearing in the new alien town.your dress defines you now,it represents your folks and the way you were brought up.you look at your worn out bike and all the memories flash in the backgound like a techicolor matrix movie where your bike was a part of event-triple carry's n caught by police for that,borrowing money from friend who dont see hopes to see it again, to repair your bike,your ride with your girl friend where you intentionally bump on speed braker so that she comes near and hold you tight to adjust her weight, it feels good. you thank your dad for the memories inside you and you feel proud that you kept the legacy alive,you played your part well. you walk into your room to turn off the lights but stop to catch a look at it-the first drawing you pasted on the walls,the time you struggled to change the dead bulb,the time you changed the position of your bed to make it look flashy.you took care of this room and now you have nothing to say to it coz it wont reply back with a hug.you turn to your mother and suddenly you feel your throat chocking and the bile revolting against your will,churning your stomach with the splendid food your mom prepared exclusively for you and you culd taste it in your mouth. you dont feel good and you notice the wrinkles in your mothers face for the first time. you try not to blink coz that mite release the tears off your eyes and you would'nt want your mother to see you in this vulnerable situation,you never cried since your teenhood specially when mother was spectator. you hug her and move on,never turning back to see her face coz you know its her who have tears and you are not ready to see her that way, breathing was'nt so difficult and you force yourself to catch one.heart fails to pump usual blood capacity as you can feel your forehead veins dancing.your hand releases sweat which are dry.your legs feel heavy coz you are moving out in an alien place leaving the protection of your family. Now all those events comes to your head while you get drunk with your buddies and start cursing your life,but hardly repenting on wasted years and trust was the price coz you still dont know what you are doing out of your life,depend on monthly allowance that your father sends and you host a party for your buddies,buy gifts for your girl friends and your folks have no idea about it. you curse the system which is running the govt like its unwanted tumour, yet you are part of it.
you dont care enough...

Million dollar Baby(Mc Mary Kom)

how many titles do I have to win to be worthy enough for the Khel Ratna?" "(Indian cricket captain Mahendra Singh) Dhoni gets a Khel Ratna for winning just one World Cup. I fail to understand why am I being ignored then," she fumed. And why should'nt she?, she is Four-times World Boxing Champion, and chucked out of Khel ratna award(India's biggest sports-athlete award) and made mockery of her dedication and passion towards her sports when Milkha singh remarked,"i dont know what game she plays, so i dont see reasons why i shuld process her name for Khel Ratna Award".Guess she needs to do cart-loads of ads on toothbrush, dresses ,ramps even if c is short (Dhoni is shorter for a guy so thats not a criteria i bet) and of-course the gig on her brains(it is very popular with dhoni where he manages back seat of un-named college in this ad)..maybe then,people and selection Team would catch the name of the sport where Mary Kom grilled her stone.
Born in Kangathei,Manipur, Mary Kom had to travel 40 kilometres everyday from Kangathei to the training centre in Imphal.Mary Kom dabbled in athletics and football before she was inspired by Dingko Singh’s performance at the 1998 Bangkok Asian Games. When MC Mary Kom started boxing, she had to convince her father that it was okay for a woman to try and storm what was considered a male bastion. Eight years and three World championship gold medals later, Mary Kom, now a mother of twins, had to convince herself that she still had some fight left in her.
Mary Kom’s comeback began at the Asian Championship in Guwahati where she won the silver.At the Nationals in early November she showed signs of getting back into the groove. She took the gold. But the big test was at Ningbo City, China, where the World Championship was held. Her fourth gold was the crowing glory, 10 years after she first entered the boxing ring.Coming from a small village this lady knew she had a purpose and sports was the medium as access to Higher education was'nt easily available.
"How can an athlete remain motivated if he or she is ignored like this," its time Indian system needs to see a change,and should change, maybe she is not educated but then in boxing ring we dont interview and spectators dont expect vocabulary n wise choose of words,they want action and adrenaline rush,after all sachin and dhoni dont hang their certificates along with the MRF/BOURNBITA tag ,on their jerseys.

Its wierd and i dont understand..
India has the second largest population in the world but they dont wanna talk about 'SEX' openly.
India is the largest Democratic country but only few headcrackers work on the administration .
People talk n make fuzz about Inflation but only 5% of the total working class pay their taxes in India.
India boasts of unity in diversity but faces the racialism the most.
I love my parents the most but i get angry at them the most.......

Techie,,Legend Stuff!!

I still remember the day i joined my college,, felt like a new bird with wings of freedom, friends from different walks of life and ofcourse total new concept of eating habbits!!! It was breathe-taking experience when the lecturers used to "SCOLD" when we dont write the codes properly ,or when it fails to work according to the requirement, i used the word "breathe-taking experience" because it has its purpose. They used to say "I dont understand what your code does, what are you going to do in the company if they hire you? waste fellow...". The scolding was cute in itself because it emphasised in the work COMPANY... MNC COMPANIES and LOTS of COMPANIES!! Well,that was the purpose of us, young and wild and logically approved budding Engineers!!! The sad story,,or say the irony of the story was this,, what our lecturer told, what he scolded, was oblivious to the fact that there are other important factors for a successful project development, coding, being one of the ingredients.. Now wait a minute,how the hell coding can be one of the mere ingredients for a successful project development??? This was at that time a MILLION DOLLAR question i asked myself for self evaluation,, and yes it was true that coding can be just a mere ingredients!!! Now take a minute for this, The backbone for successful Project Development is "COMMUNICATION between client and the customer"!!!
I have my own personnel experience and i'd love to share that,,, It was a peaceful holiday weekend which i usually spend in bangalore with my neighbour of that historic time, when i used to enjoy coconaka toffee more than X-box, who is now working as an assistant consultant in Bangalore. Now being associated with Cognizant for more than a year, it is a good feeling, like a child i would go around the places with just a bag to contain my used clothes and toothpaste. So it was his place when we were enjoying IPL matches after splendid chicken and hilsa fish for lunch, since both of us were techies i just indulged some technical words into our conversation, to make it more interesting. One talk led to another and so on.. It was funny.He just asked me what is my domain,technology. I was like .."umm...java.....wellpoint... healthcare....
(**coughing**)". He was having a smile which i didnt like it ..at all!!! Then there was 15 minutes royal thrashing!! YAY!!!! The bottom line was,,he opened my eyes, untill we dont know what is the requirement,what is the purpose of the status, documentation,and ofcourse the kind of client we are dealing with,i dont think we can manage the project. I was dence and i didnt know what he wanted to hear from me!
Say,for example,,there is a bug in the database which hampers the optimal usage of the database,which is tuned for 90% .My PL asks me to look over the matter,and i tune it for 95% and i say thats the best i culd do. Now look at the situation, supposedly this was the scene and my PL wanted to give the status to Bussiness Associate then probably he would'nt understand all the tally and percentage approaches, this might lead to serious escalation, hampering the future business with the client!!!
Now imagine the same scene but the talk not of all technical dictionary,, my PL says "The database has been tuned and upgraded now, earlier you could do business only for 16 hours and you can do the business for 19 hours!! " .The business associate might hug my PL if he is liberal ! 3 hours of additional business worldwide is something very big achievement for the client. WE should know whom we are talking to, what he wants from us,,because he is paying for the job to be done!
Miami actor Will Smith said, "We are gonna have to work on our communication." in Independence Day.Computer scientists, programmers and systems analysts being the rational beings they are,touchy-feely subjects like communication is amorphous, vague and make one very, very uncomfortable! After all, how do you know if you are communicating well? People call it different things - Good Requirements Gathering, Good, easy to use Interface design, etc. However,managing the process and project management well just makes you efficient!. Gargage In -Garbage Out at the right time, within budget!
This is also what people call Business - IT Alignment! Understanding clearly what business is trying to accomplish and making sure that IT helps in that quest and not come in the way or be unhelpful! The difficulty with communciation is doing it correctly. It comes with experience and many painful failures. Once you see what works and what does not, you get a sense of how to do it right while sticking to the Process and the Project Management goals set.
In this century let's hope we shift the focus somewhat to communication away from Process and Project management. It will get us a lot more mileage than previous methodologies did!

Journey

The screeching voices of the vendors and luggages big enough to contain the whole of family inside it. It was chennai central. The architecture of the chennai central wos pure british mind,each bricks crafted under the expert eyes. The ambience added a charisma to this red and a contoured white mixed historic architect, so beautiful that a newbie in town would take it as a historic monument preserved by the govt.the only difference would be that,people have freedom to sleep in it!
It was past 8 in the night and i wos tired after the journey which i had undertaken since last night,in the bus. With a bag hanging around my back,weighing somewhere around 10 kilos, heavy enough to make me hunch-back if i had one more day to carry the burden. Thinking i had enough time, i rushed to nearby visible pco,to make couple of phone calls. Two weeks earlier i had taken leave,a mini vacation from my company for the trip to my place.the urge to see my folks back home grew up to be so intense that i believed m dying tomorrow if my flight was delayed..it was sixteenth morning of summer june when i thought i should give my folks surprise by dropping at my place two days prior to my scheduled arrival. And i wos right, they were pleased and Jaw dropped to see me. I thought i should undertake my journey from bus stop till home on foot as it was pleasant weather , must have rained in the night.on seeing me enter the doorway my mom jumped to greet me,it was worth to see her face, i hugged her, it wos my pleasure to see my eldest cousin at home,for,it was almost 3 years i had seen his face. Dad was smiling, i missed his smile all these months. I remembered it was bomken's birthday."o my god its api's birthday and it slipped out of my mind!". My mom had forgotten her dear eldest daughter's birthday. She was getting old, i could see her freckles and wrinkled eyelines. Should i b worried? The journey of a child being born and till the dead bed is full of experiences. A reason to smile and remenise about the past that had gone by. My mom was getting old, and so was i, i could see. She would frequently bring out the topic of marriage."we would'nt be the same and the good health can be a past". These were threatening lines of my mom and dad and i knew i would'nt escape for long. I dropped my luggage and gathered both of my cousins and before my sister could know i was here, i planned to surprise her with her chocolate birthday cake. It out fine as c was equally happy and surprised. I planted on her a warm birthday kiss and i was glad i didnt reveal that i had'nt brushed my teeth. ..

How to eat your own Head

Do you realise the world's best gossip, views n talks can be made while on a simple cup of tea ? The best updates while holding a simple, hot, 'Zayakedaar' tea! (smokers can make discretion and have full liberty to include a smoke bud on the other hand if it sounds more exotic ). Its an event for us, for those who just entered into working status.And if i am not wrong you will enjoy every pick of the word from the group who sits for the chat with a tea. Sometimes its so funny and you laugh so hard that you wish you never have eaten noodles in the morning and sometimes its so thought-provoking that you tell your mind will keep the words with its meaning… The group chooses the topic so nice that you start believing that they share a good rapport,though they never met before,,its just the tea that binds them to open up into simple talk , maybe the color of your belt becomes a topic and then the thread carries on and takes a shape of huge discussion of current-affairs,, (price-hike, inflation, terrorism, IPL, six-sigma etc)
On my way back to my friends place in Dilli(Delhi) i thought i should spare a time for a tea near the road side.. n maybe smoke for a while… there was a group of hippies(punk-rockers) in the shop and i could hear them loud from the distance. It was interesting to make a note that they were discussing on 'DEATH-NOTE' !! 40-45 minutes , 3 cups of tea and 5 cigarettes… that was me!! i just lost track of time and things that i wos doing listening to these guys… so much lost in their thoughts , on a controversial subject.. DEATH-NOTE !
Similar incident took place recently when i was seated next to an old person,,,maybe a folk from the rural place. The subject wos again interesting… HUMAN… I dont remember the exact words of that oldie but let me try decrypting from what i interpreted. Needless to say, the conversation started with a cup of TEA!!
" In this scarcely populated galaxy there is a planet earth… The wise creature wos human-being..He had four limbs… The lower two limbs helped him to move forward and backward … while the upper limbs to kill.. since small he practiced what he preached, he began applying it to his life.. Man was not respectable,he was Respectful also… He takes his hats off to salute and he marches.. And he was proud.. He lent to living and gave it to dead… And he was reasonable.. And when he was not killing,he spend his time in leisure… he hunts the creatures which resembles him the most… He kills anything which bites,walks,snorts.. 'oh my wife,my brother,my neighbour,my guest' ,, These were the excuses to frame .. And he must think of a bigger picture to frame.. But Justice shall be served.. World fights against the world.. And dead rises to present its Executioner's head to the Executioner…. 'Forgive me father,i blame myself
for being the man'.. 'i Forgive you, my Son'.. " …And there was a silence in the tea-stall for quite some time..