Friday, July 27, 2007

Cyber Sparisangal

Makkas n d back with one more story...intha story enna spl..well..its written by my lazy friend who doesnt want to open a blog of his own..chk it out..and as usual..u know wer to thuppify :D

Place : cyberbit systems, Dubai.
Time : 1540 hrs

Kumar was working at a feverish pace. Every ten minutes he was looking at his watch cursing the change request which came at the last moment. Though he was physically in office his mind was already travelling back home.
"Ram.. can you test this code fast.."
"Sure sure seem to be in hurry..getting late for a date or what.." ram added with a wink.
Kumar was pacing in front of the monitor as if he is awaiting his first baby...painfully reminding himself that he wasnt actually there when his first kid was born.
"Object not found" spat came the error..
Kumar banged the desk in frustration.
"Sire..relax..i can pitch in for tension..let me see if i can fix this carry on.." volunteered Ram.
"Thanks Ram..I owe you one.."
"No probs..If its a girl you are meeting..get her friends number for me..." Rams voice was ringing on the hallway when Kumar was thudding to the parking lot...
When he reached the parking lot that time only realised that he had forgotten to intimate his PM about the status...he called up Ram...
" more help...can u tell our damager about the status on my behalf..send a mail from my pc..password is same as last week...thanks man...i owe you two now.."
With one foot firmly on the accelerator he was speeding towards his room.
He had a tough time to remember the list of things he wanted to speak. He again went over the important events of that week and sorted them out mentally as to what needs to be told and what can wait. He realised the value of time and was wondering whether he did the right thing by opting for this job. Barely avoiding the truck in front of him he swerved off to his right. In a way his life was also like that. Swerving off at the last minute, postponing decisions till the eleventh hour and letting the events take its own course.

"Five mins..just five more mins..." he consoled himself as he parked the car in the basement...without even bothering to check if its closed properly or not he rushed to the lift..he has been waiting for this day for the whole week..

He switched on the lights..with a million questions running on his mind..Will she be at home now? was there any power shutdown scheduled? was he late? would she have left for her classes?

With trembling hands in excitement..he connected to InterNet and switched on the web cam.
The moment he saw his 5 year old daughter face appear on the screen..he felt relief for the first time in the whole day. His hand crawled over the monitor..craving for the real touch..

"papa..see..i am wearing the frock you sent me last week in doesnt fit me on the left side.."
"Sorryma..ask mama to get it altered.."
"po papa..u dnt even know my size.."

Kumar moved away from the camera and silently cried.

Note: Intha siru kathai oor, oravu, kudumbam anaithayum vittu porul theda veli naatil velai seiyum anaithu thanthaigalukkum samarpanam ..

Monday, July 16, 2007

Ultimate Farewell mail

Thought of posting on a different topic..but the moment i saw this forward changed my mind...Gem of a disgruntled farewell mail from a guy who seems to have quit JP Morgan just about a week back.... notice the speed at which it has spread across the world :-) total ROTFL...

Dear Co-Workers and Managers,

As many of you probably know, today is my last day. But before I leave, I wanted to take this opportunity to let you know what a great and distinct pleasure it has been to type "Today is my last day."

For nearly as long as I've worked here, I've hoped that I might one day leave this company. And now that this dream has become a reality, please know that I could not have reached this goal without your unending lack of support. Words cannot express my gratitude for the words of gratitude you did not express.

I would especially like to thank all of my managers both past and present but with the exception of the wonderful Saroj Hariprashad: in an age where miscommunication is all too common, you consistently impressed and inspired me with the sheer magnitude of your misinformation, ignorance and intolerance for true talent. It takes a strong man to admit his mistake - it takes a stronger man to attribute his mistake to me.

Over the past seven years, you have taught me more than I could ever ask for and, in most cases, ever did ask for. I have been fortunate enough to work with some absolutely interchangeable supervisors on a wide variety of seemingly identical projects - an invaluable lesson in overcoming daily tedium in overcoming daily tedium in overcoming daily tedium.

Your demands were high and your patience short, but I take great solace knowing that my work was, as stated on my annual review, "meets expectation." That is the type of praise that sends a man home happy after a 10 hour day, smiling his way through half a bottle of meets expectation scotch with a meets expectation cigar. Thanks Trish!

And to most of my peers: even though we barely acknowledged each other within these office walls, I hope that in the future, should we pass on the street, you will regard me the same way as I regard you: sans eye contact.

But to those few souls with whom I've actually interacted, here are my personalized notes of farewell:

To Philip Cress, I will not miss hearing you cry over absolutely nothing while laying blame on me and my coworkers. Your racial comments about Joe Cobbinah were truly offensive and I hope that one day you might gain the strength to apologize to him.

To Brenda Ashby whom is long gone, I hope you find a manager that treats you as poorly as you have treated us. I worked harder for you then any manager in my career and I regret every ounce of it. Watching you take credit for my work was truly demoralizing.

To Sylvia Keenan, you should learn how to keep your mouth shut sweet heart. Bad mouthing the innocent is a negative thing, especially when your talking about someone who knows your disgusting secrets. ; )

To Bob Malvin (Mr. Cronyism Jr), well, I wish you had more of a back bone. You threw me to the wolves with that witch Brenda and I learned all too much from it. I still can't believe that after following your instructions, I ended up getting written up, wow. Thanks for the experience buddy, lesson learned.

Don Merritt (Mr. Cronyism Sr), I'm happy that you were let go in the same manner that you have handed down to my dedicated coworkers. Hearing you on the phone last year brag about how great bonuses were going to be for you fellas in upper management because all of the lay offs made me nearly vomit. I never expected to see management benefit financially from the suffering of scores of people but then again, with this company's rooted history in the slave trade it only makes sense.

To all of the executives of this company, Jamie Dimon and such. Despite working through countless managers that practiced unethical behavior, racism, sexism, jealousy and cronyism, I have benefited tremendously by working here and I truly thank you for that. There was once a time where hard work was rewarded and acknowledged, it's a pity that all of our positive output now falls on deaf ears and passes blind eyes. My advice for you is to place yourself closer to the pulse of this company and enjoy the effort and dedication of us "faceless little people" more. There are many great people that are being over worked and mistreated but yet are still loyal not to those who abuse them but to the greater mission of providing excellent customer support. Find them and embrace them as they will help battle the cancerous plague that is ravishing the moral of this company.

So, in parting, if I could pass on any word of advice to the lower salary recipient ("because it's good for the company") in India or Tampa who will soon be filling my position, it would be to cherish this experience because a job opportunity like this comes along only once in a lifetime.

Meaning: if I had to work here again in this lifetime, I would sooner kill myself.

To those who I have held a great relationship with, I will miss being your co-worker and will cherish our history together. Please don't bother responding as at this very moment I am most likely in my car doing 85 with the windows down listening to Biggie.


Thursday, July 05, 2007

Home sweet home

How many times have u shifted house in ur life...guess this doesnt apply to nomads (xcuse d pun :D ) like sat..few days back.. i was watching FRIENDS..last season..last episode..the one where Chandler n Monica vacate their apartment...wenever i watch that serial i feel as if i am one of the characters..i feel as if i am a bit of joey chandler ross mon rach and phoebe all put together..the last episode of FRIENDS however was bit senti...often u wish gud things never end and wen u get to see them saddens a bit..but considering that it has been running for 10 years and the actors are already looking jaded..its gud in a way that it ended..coming back to the theme of house many have u shifted so my case...very few...including my stay in blore..its totally jus 4 houses...3 times in chn n once in blore...wen we shifted house for d first time i was a dint feel any difference..sec one also dint had any impact for that was a shabby one and was more glad that we vacated it...third one was the most memorable...not that it was a great place to stay..and our stay there was also for few years only..still many memorable things happened there..first job..after years of struggle finally got cable connection at home..inspite of sis studying in dad was hell bent on avoiding cable tv till she completed schooling...somehow..maska chaskaed him into n white tv to color...once there was a city wide power outage..all the houses of the street were open that night and everyone was awake..couldnt sleep..avlo humid...people where chatting and singing and kids where playing so late into night...first experience of staying awake late into night..latenite cab drops at 2-3 in the nite...there were few unpleasent things too..discounting them..the platform for many gud things were laid there...the current one where we are staying is the best of the lot and given a choice i would buy it out...pity the owner wont sell has everything ..the environment..the feel...the positive energy...proximity to temple..everything about that house is good...i always attach a great deal of importance to the place of stay..even while goin on a trekking or any tour..i always ensure that the base camp is secure and good...home is not just where the heart is..its everything for me..eagerly waiting for the next trip home :D..