It has been a long time when I last wrote/shared something on this space. Probably the breaks are an indicator of the status of your mind.
Or to put it another way, you share when you are full to the brim and just can’t hold it anymore.
Could be when you realize although a particular situation looks clear, but still you don't have the guts to announce a decision to yourself and you need to hear it from SOMEBODY.
Lately, its been like an information overload. Lots of random thoughts; bits and pieces of information floating around, still am not able to figure out if they are answers to the questions that people have asked me sometime, I have asked myself or questions that were never voiced but have always existed.
Or it could be they are questions, questions that I have asked myself over and over again but could never find and ans. or the ones which I had been afraid/reluctant/lazy to ask anyone even myself.
Random it might seem, but do I CARE …….not sure about this like many other things
What hurts more; bruised ego or bid-adieu
Why when it comes to people “Good” and “acceptable” are different? Should we just start looking at people as commodities, at least that’s where they both converge mostly.
Why when it comes to making choices we end up using our heart s where we ought to have used our brains and vice-versa.
Who is responsible for widening the gap between “my want to list” and “my need to list”; society, or am I so weak/gullible that people can just walk into my life and take control of it.
Is individualism a quality or a medical term;
Why what we like is not “how it should be”
If speaking out means hurting someone and keeping silent means slowly killing yourself; would making a choice in your favor mean you are selfish, does a moment define character;
God-> society-> community->family->You-> friends; why is the order this way? I haven’t seen the first; and the last were always there for me, despite their preferences/commitments in the same order. What role does the society/community play in your life,; Creating Barriers. Who gave them that privilege /right so that “they” decide for “you”?
Why when it comes to “decisions” families expect “to return favors” than “to be free”, does respect deserve to be categorized as the “reason/Point”; trump card to be precise for families.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Rains, Age and Perceptions
Age 4-12: Dehradun, Col Brown School
Loved Rains
•Coz, I didn’t have to wake up early for Physical Training sessions, that meant another 1 hr of early morning sleep
• Enjoyed hot steaming Tea (sugar water in hostels) for breakfast, Hot rajma-chawal for dinner…slrrp!!
•Coz played football in the wet fields while it was drizzling
•Didn’t have to waste time on bathing ritual
•The fields were flooded with hail, the greens turned white looked picturesque
•Didn’t pay attention to anything in class, either gazed outside or simply snuggled and dozed off
Hated Rains
•Coz I had to wear those heavy gum boots for the whole day
•Coz I had to sit in the lobby all through the 1.5 hrs of evening sports sessions hoping that it stops raining and instructor allows us to play
•Coz I misplaced my raincoat couple of times amongst the heap outside the mess and had to run to the hostel
•Coz I couldn’t tolerate the sight of hundreds of slimy creatures (earthworms) wriggling in the field
Age 13-18, Delhi, KHRMS
Loved rains
•Played basketball
•No assembly
•Made sure to get punished so that we three (mausam, pari and me) get to stand out of the class
•Watching the z-black eyes on the other side of the corridor in class
Hated rains
•The uniform was all white, even the trousers and definitely not the best body
•Home was not to far so had to walk back and cars splashed all the water on pedestrians, delhites don’t have basic road manners I say
Age 19-28 Delhi, Assam,hydbd, Mumbai…nsit, job, isb, job
Loved rains
•NSIT is the most beautiful of the places I have been in delhi and it is simply AWESOME during the monsoons
•Soccer, basketball and volleyball….loved it all
•Bird-watching while getting drenched in the rain
•Never ever gave a thought that umbrellas or raincoats existed, trusted a couple of things depending on the situation
oMy ability to run if I wanted to reach almost dry which I never did
oThe rationale that it is just water what differnce does it make when I wanted to walk
•Loved passing comments on love birds in college, simplllllllllly loved it and lot of them were coochicooing in the rain sitting on the pavements or some remote corners. Sadistic it might seem but our gang actually did that.
•The life in job was wonderful I enjoyed the adventure of getting stuck and stranded on the road for hours waiting for rescue
•Looking back it was fun going to the site on a rainy day, working in the beaaaaautiful tea gardens, driving in the assam valley during the rain, taking pictures simply awesome
•Mumbai if I keep aside the water logging everything else is simply awesome during the rains, the city comes to life.
Never hated rains after that, just that my expenses increased by a couple of times. I had to invest in a lot of spare “clothes” …
Loved Rains
•Coz, I didn’t have to wake up early for Physical Training sessions, that meant another 1 hr of early morning sleep
• Enjoyed hot steaming Tea (sugar water in hostels) for breakfast, Hot rajma-chawal for dinner…slrrp!!
•Coz played football in the wet fields while it was drizzling
•Didn’t have to waste time on bathing ritual
•The fields were flooded with hail, the greens turned white looked picturesque
•Didn’t pay attention to anything in class, either gazed outside or simply snuggled and dozed off
Hated Rains
•Coz I had to wear those heavy gum boots for the whole day
•Coz I had to sit in the lobby all through the 1.5 hrs of evening sports sessions hoping that it stops raining and instructor allows us to play
•Coz I misplaced my raincoat couple of times amongst the heap outside the mess and had to run to the hostel
•Coz I couldn’t tolerate the sight of hundreds of slimy creatures (earthworms) wriggling in the field
Age 13-18, Delhi, KHRMS
Loved rains
•Played basketball
•No assembly
•Made sure to get punished so that we three (mausam, pari and me) get to stand out of the class
•Watching the z-black eyes on the other side of the corridor in class
Hated rains
•The uniform was all white, even the trousers and definitely not the best body
•Home was not to far so had to walk back and cars splashed all the water on pedestrians, delhites don’t have basic road manners I say
Age 19-28 Delhi, Assam,hydbd, Mumbai…nsit, job, isb, job
Loved rains
•NSIT is the most beautiful of the places I have been in delhi and it is simply AWESOME during the monsoons
•Soccer, basketball and volleyball….loved it all
•Bird-watching while getting drenched in the rain
•Never ever gave a thought that umbrellas or raincoats existed, trusted a couple of things depending on the situation
oMy ability to run if I wanted to reach almost dry which I never did
oThe rationale that it is just water what differnce does it make when I wanted to walk
•Loved passing comments on love birds in college, simplllllllllly loved it and lot of them were coochicooing in the rain sitting on the pavements or some remote corners. Sadistic it might seem but our gang actually did that.
•The life in job was wonderful I enjoyed the adventure of getting stuck and stranded on the road for hours waiting for rescue
•Looking back it was fun going to the site on a rainy day, working in the beaaaaautiful tea gardens, driving in the assam valley during the rain, taking pictures simply awesome
•Mumbai if I keep aside the water logging everything else is simply awesome during the rains, the city comes to life.
Never hated rains after that, just that my expenses increased by a couple of times. I had to invest in a lot of spare “clothes” …
Raavan: Mani try making a Mime
Cinematographic brilliance
Characters were well chosen, the introduction on screen of the characters was good especially if we look at how best they could have related the characters to the Ramayana. Govinda’s character as hanuman was probably most acceptable if not the best.
A couple of things that I think were brilliant, not sure if the director also thinks the same
- Ram/Dev: Ram has always been the “maryada purushottam” but here he was more like Krishna where he would do the righteous task without much concern of the means.
- Sita is still the vulnerable one, Ram or Raavan she will be a means to an end for either of them. She fears death over the loss of her sanctity but not more than the life of her man. For the sita it is the trust of a man than the vice or virtues that maketh the man.
- Raavan: I liked the character. The love not lust for sita, the denouncing of force to overpower her and finally letting go of her. This was different from actual Ramayana where it started with revenge switched to lust and then in the end it was the ego of being the indomitable.
Given an option of how the movie probably could have been better? A few recommendations;
1) With sheer cinematographic brilliance and amazingly thought out shots I think the dialogues weren’t given too much emphasis moreover the delivery was weak. I would rather keep the dialogues to a minimum especially for Beera, somewhat like Amitabh in Sarkaar. His get up, his eyes, his expressions should do the talking.
Aish is not the right choice of the character, secondly too many dialogues for her, with that kind of irritating voice she continuously brays “bachao bachao” in the highest pitch ..it was a torture. Don’t give her dialogues if it is mandatory to keep her.
Given a choice I would pick Isha shravani for this role; Rustic, southern beauty with a face where expressions are very prominent and a good amalgamation of innocence, vulnerability and warrior streak.
Given a choice I would pick Isha shravani for this role; Rustic, southern beauty with a face where expressions are very prominent and a good amalgamation of innocence, vulnerability and warrior streak.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Happy Bday to me
Firstly, there is a looooot of difference between turning 18 and ageing 28, it’s a difference of a decade, if that sounds too small let me explain what all can happen in a decade:
· Global warming was discovered
· The world came to know that “Katrina” is also a hurricane
· Skin color was not a rationale for not voting in US
· 90% of my friends got married
· Sex ratio in India declined by an average of 3%
· H1N1 was a swine flu, that afflicted humans, and not a new US visa category
· PDA, Sex-talk, Kissing, thong show, VBS, low necks, and low waist were trendy and not taboo
· Men found a befitting category between the sunny deol’s of the world and Bobby darlings: “metrosexual man”. Waxing, men cleavage shows, pedicures etc. are acceptable amongst men.
The list just goes on, so I hope that at least there is coherence amongst us that a decade is longer than just a count.
The feeling was kind a mixed: Do I actually need to think about Celebrating celebrating, or just a couple of hours with the people you like to spend time would make your day. Thanks to a bunch of good natured people, as per a colleague people are nice in general; accepted, who made the effort of celebrating it along with me.
The list just goes on, so I hope that at least there is coherence amongst us that a decade is longer than just a count.
The feeling was kind a mixed: Do I actually need to think about Celebrating celebrating, or just a couple of hours with the people you like to spend time would make your day. Thanks to a bunch of good natured people, as per a colleague people are nice in general; accepted, who made the effort of celebrating it along with me.
Before jumping on to the events of the days: Some statements that might be interesting :
Raat ko 12 baje toh phone call expect nahin kar rahe ho? I don’t entertain colleagues after office hours..
Raat ko 12 baje toh phone call expect nahin kar rahe ho? I don’t entertain colleagues after office hours..
· Abhi sirf ek month hua hai jaane hue, isliye itna affection nahin hai, 3 months hote toh ghar aa jaate cake le kar.
· I am on a diet but I don’t mind if it is a treat..
· Dekho per person budget bata do, agar jyaada paise hain toh Hyatt chalo hamein farak nahin padta..bhai mujhe padta hai.
12’ midnight, my flat-mates were sweet enough to get a cake, small celebration a couple of phone calls and messages and then snoring that was it for the night.
Early next day: Each person who wishes you also makes you realize you are done with 50% of your “senile life expectancy” and you have also lost a decade of opportunity as single. Damn!! It isn’t that as soon as you turn 18 you go about banging babes all across the streets, machaa!! I am not Tiger woods neither do I bear any resemblance to him or his penchant for balls. Get realistic!!
Thanks to facebook and orkut a lot of people wish you, and you tend to spend a lot hours replying them. They make sure they wish you so that they feel they aren’t alone in the race to age, Sadistic pleasure I say!!
A fuss about where to go for lunch after a cake cutting session in office and some pics, decided on “Cantina” order some Italian, a word of marketing, the Italian is gooooood there, try it out. Followed by “chaas” at nityanand.
Never felt it has to be some special day, for me it’s just another day, everyone has a day when they popped out in this world. I mean the seasons didn’t change or the world didn’t get rid of some disease or a war didn’t end when I arrived. Just another minion amongst the millions who added to the population woes of the earth, more number of asses that would fart and add to global warming in the long run!!
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Mumbai and me.
Some Random ramblings about my stay in mumbai till now!!
My initial impression of the place was....what a place man, how the hell people manage to live in pigeon holes? Why doesn't my company transfer me north at least I will get enough place to stretch my legs, breathe,and savor some northie food...
I spend most time at home or office, as in quantitatively. Its been a roller coaster ride till now. It's amusing, the company hires me with an elaborate plan of starting a vertical. Two people to take the task ahead, a CEO and me. My CEO resigned before I joined , he had been with the company for 4 months which supposedly means a long stint, as conveyed to me. I join, they break the news slowly, I sit back and smile.
My routine, come on time to office, sit through the day read newspapers, magazines, chat, have a nice time with couple of friends that i made in office, and head back home...wow and they are paying me for this..God damn, they might be insane, or I am sure most people would want to switch places..trust me not more than a week and you are tired of this idleness.
Too much work irritates you because of pressure, deadlines are like a hanging sword, you fight you crib and try to do something..right- wrong something and at the end of it, you realize there is something that you got to learn in the process. On the other hand, my state FRUSTRATES me, it might seem to you like a state of utopia, but at the end of all this, except for some bucks and an extra 3" increase in tummy m-o-m(month on month) you are simply killing time, that's what pisses you off. Moreover this is when when you are angry with yourself, so you can't even vent out your anger on anyone.
Stint with the CEO, Forget trivial that was part of the induction that never happened. But the question that lingers on after meeting him is, what makes you a CEO or a "respected CMD" ? A bigger cabin, a longer car, a shorter cook, the sir name, a clan of relatives who head businesses and can't distinguish professional from personal, or an ability to host a party on your b'day for all employees with your wife who surprisingly , is born on the same day just like other relatives born in groups of two (Boss, It's acceptable even if people are born on diff. dates and are relatives; acceptable fully in all sections of the society.)
Thinking of it..... Hmmmm...actually your ability to tolerate people who can articulate well and still have faith that they would do the right thing someday is a necessary but not sufficient quality, because:
The bigger cabin not really canteen is bigger than that, so it's definitely not the size (of the cabin you perverts). Could be the decor, honestly they should have hired a better guy with some intellectual and creative assistants rather than a bunch of 36-24-36, i.e real age-willingness to look-end result of effort. I fail to understand if they can't spruce up their own damn exteriors, how the hell do you think they would do the interiors, of the office, you damn perverts there you go again!!! (yeah i will try to be more direct here on). So, not the decor.
Car..rent a damn limousine for a month and I bet my ass you will get a car from the company. Not, because you deserve it, but because envy is an extremely potent tool to get stuff done in many circumstances.
300 employees, assuming an expense of 150 bucks per person (dude the spread is not elaborate like those lunch buffets in copper chimney)....anyways...it comes to 45, 000...add another 15,000k to make it better. 60,000k, a bunch of 6 phukras can come together and say it is Mr. X's Bday party, phir kya karoge???
Talked a lot about CEO and stuff,forget it...The place I sit in office, there is a guy who has done his Phd on Autorikshaws in Mumbai. Some of the recommendations from his thesis:
MH02 rik lene ka, MH03 nahin..3 ka meter fast hota hai..
Koi mariyaal sa aadmi aaye sirf usko rokne ka
Auto ek side tilt lage toh nahin lene ka
Check the symbol on the meter for tampering
Dont forget to make some stupid excuse if you got into the wrong auto which does not meet ur specificationsi
the list goes on and on.... I an assure you, that an auto journey mumbai-delhi is not enough for his Knowledge transfer, single recommendation from my side when you travel next time: Run, walk do anything don't wait for him and the auto simultaneously.
The other place is home or to be precise house. The guys are good, busy with somebody online/offline the place is cramped. The landlady unfortunately is the typical gujju, and she has been fucking my happiness day in and day out. Why the fuck they can't think of something other than money? This is a virus and more dangerous than swine flu, not the community, the attitude find an antidote soon. Looks like they eat so much sweets that there isn't any left to share with people or at least be sweet to people. Boss, someday the Gandhi on the currency will shove his danda up ur ass seeing the way you are hogging money...and you never know who that Gandhi might be :)
All said and done, the city gradually gets on to you..probably by next time I will have a list of positives to write about. I am sure i will ..........
My initial impression of the place was....what a place man, how the hell people manage to live in pigeon holes? Why doesn't my company transfer me north at least I will get enough place to stretch my legs, breathe,and savor some northie food...
I spend most time at home or office, as in quantitatively. Its been a roller coaster ride till now. It's amusing, the company hires me with an elaborate plan of starting a vertical. Two people to take the task ahead, a CEO and me. My CEO resigned before I joined , he had been with the company for 4 months which supposedly means a long stint, as conveyed to me. I join, they break the news slowly, I sit back and smile.
My routine, come on time to office, sit through the day read newspapers, magazines, chat, have a nice time with couple of friends that i made in office, and head back home...wow and they are paying me for this..God damn, they might be insane, or I am sure most people would want to switch places..trust me not more than a week and you are tired of this idleness.
Too much work irritates you because of pressure, deadlines are like a hanging sword, you fight you crib and try to do something..right- wrong something and at the end of it, you realize there is something that you got to learn in the process. On the other hand, my state FRUSTRATES me, it might seem to you like a state of utopia, but at the end of all this, except for some bucks and an extra 3" increase in tummy m-o-m(month on month) you are simply killing time, that's what pisses you off. Moreover this is when when you are angry with yourself, so you can't even vent out your anger on anyone.
Stint with the CEO, Forget trivial that was part of the induction that never happened. But the question that lingers on after meeting him is, what makes you a CEO or a "respected CMD" ? A bigger cabin, a longer car, a shorter cook, the sir name, a clan of relatives who head businesses and can't distinguish professional from personal, or an ability to host a party on your b'day for all employees with your wife who surprisingly , is born on the same day just like other relatives born in groups of two (Boss, It's acceptable even if people are born on diff. dates and are relatives; acceptable fully in all sections of the society.)
Thinking of it..... Hmmmm...actually your ability to tolerate people who can articulate well and still have faith that they would do the right thing someday is a necessary but not sufficient quality, because:
The bigger cabin not really canteen is bigger than that, so it's definitely not the size (of the cabin you perverts). Could be the decor, honestly they should have hired a better guy with some intellectual and creative assistants rather than a bunch of 36-24-36, i.e real age-willingness to look-end result of effort. I fail to understand if they can't spruce up their own damn exteriors, how the hell do you think they would do the interiors, of the office, you damn perverts there you go again!!! (yeah i will try to be more direct here on). So, not the decor.
Car..rent a damn limousine for a month and I bet my ass you will get a car from the company. Not, because you deserve it, but because envy is an extremely potent tool to get stuff done in many circumstances.
300 employees, assuming an expense of 150 bucks per person (dude the spread is not elaborate like those lunch buffets in copper chimney)....anyways...it comes to 45, 000...add another 15,000k to make it better. 60,000k, a bunch of 6 phukras can come together and say it is Mr. X's Bday party, phir kya karoge???
Talked a lot about CEO and stuff,forget it...The place I sit in office, there is a guy who has done his Phd on Autorikshaws in Mumbai. Some of the recommendations from his thesis:
MH02 rik lene ka, MH03 nahin..3 ka meter fast hota hai..
Koi mariyaal sa aadmi aaye sirf usko rokne ka
Auto ek side tilt lage toh nahin lene ka
Check the symbol on the meter for tampering
Dont forget to make some stupid excuse if you got into the wrong auto which does not meet ur specificationsi
the list goes on and on.... I an assure you, that an auto journey mumbai-delhi is not enough for his Knowledge transfer, single recommendation from my side when you travel next time: Run, walk do anything don't wait for him and the auto simultaneously.
The other place is home or to be precise house. The guys are good, busy with somebody online/offline the place is cramped. The landlady unfortunately is the typical gujju, and she has been fucking my happiness day in and day out. Why the fuck they can't think of something other than money? This is a virus and more dangerous than swine flu, not the community, the attitude find an antidote soon. Looks like they eat so much sweets that there isn't any left to share with people or at least be sweet to people. Boss, someday the Gandhi on the currency will shove his danda up ur ass seeing the way you are hogging money...and you never know who that Gandhi might be :)
All said and done, the city gradually gets on to you..probably by next time I will have a list of positives to write about. I am sure i will ..........
Friday, May 28, 2010
Conversation with the prospective
Before I begin the story I have a question? Why is it so that when you visit places like Nariman point, Band stand & Firangi Paani with a bunch of guys you feel out of place even worse you look like the beneficiaries of Article 377 legislation. How have things changed? It had been like this always, we a bunch of phukras, shorts revealing are hairy legs and Tees that make sure that the “family pack” around the waste is prominent, just walk in anywhere and laugh like the ramleela ka raaavana over the stupidest jokes , duniya ki leni-deni karo, aur bindaas raho.
But now these places catalyze your frustrations of still being single, holy shit the girls are like damn HOOOOOTTTT!!! and look like as if you are in a custom confiscated goods market, where only imported goods are available, it doesn’t look they are from this country…..but I don’t mind that.
Forget it, no point talking about that I might just miss the point. With no chance of walking out with a lady from such places I had to ask for help!!! Being that susankrit baalak , gharwaale came for the rescue. After a due diligence and strategic planning on the plan of action, I was asked to talk to a couple of ladies, the prospective brides ohohoho!!!. Dil main baji guitar, ki pitaaji na hote toh phone par sirf ladkon ki awaaz sunaayi deti!!
Here I have a confession to make, I am damn BAAAAAAD!! In talking on the phone, I am a good listener and the only things that anyone gets to hear from me are (common to all conversations and even the order):
Hi, kya haal,
aur, phir, acha, good, great, sahi hai, (all through the conversation)
Theek hai ok bye !!
So to begin with the Agra episode:
The usual hi and all that, and a generic statement conveying that I am baad on the phone, so try and keep the conversation going coz I won’t be able to. The lady had nothing to say other than Can I have your FB/Orkut i.d . Sure, here you go. This conversation was late in the night, post which I slept. The first thing in the morning, an sms beep, she replies “sorry this won’t work out”. I was like okay!! So the kahaani is,FB and other social networking sites have become a part of matrimonial due diligence. You need to clear the shit and paint a rosy picture. But I am tooo lazy to give it a thought.
A consultant’s case study result: The FB and all are tools for social mixing and highly effective. People taking the “arranged by papaji” route should refrain from using that for decision making. FB segment and papaji segment, both are different customers and hence there will be data incongruence wrt target.
The Charted Accountant: hi hello and the standard can’t keep up the conversation dialogue.
Okay!! She tried asking something and I was so bored I said, you have my number, call when you have something to talk about and I am sorry I don’t have anything. Thak se phone down…
But now these places catalyze your frustrations of still being single, holy shit the girls are like damn HOOOOOTTTT!!! and look like as if you are in a custom confiscated goods market, where only imported goods are available, it doesn’t look they are from this country…..but I don’t mind that.
Forget it, no point talking about that I might just miss the point. With no chance of walking out with a lady from such places I had to ask for help!!! Being that susankrit baalak , gharwaale came for the rescue. After a due diligence and strategic planning on the plan of action, I was asked to talk to a couple of ladies, the prospective brides ohohoho!!!. Dil main baji guitar, ki pitaaji na hote toh phone par sirf ladkon ki awaaz sunaayi deti!!
Here I have a confession to make, I am damn BAAAAAAD!! In talking on the phone, I am a good listener and the only things that anyone gets to hear from me are (common to all conversations and even the order):
Hi, kya haal,
aur, phir, acha, good, great, sahi hai, (all through the conversation)
Theek hai ok bye !!
So to begin with the Agra episode:
The usual hi and all that, and a generic statement conveying that I am baad on the phone, so try and keep the conversation going coz I won’t be able to. The lady had nothing to say other than Can I have your FB/Orkut i.d . Sure, here you go. This conversation was late in the night, post which I slept. The first thing in the morning, an sms beep, she replies “sorry this won’t work out”. I was like okay!! So the kahaani is,FB and other social networking sites have become a part of matrimonial due diligence. You need to clear the shit and paint a rosy picture. But I am tooo lazy to give it a thought.
A consultant’s case study result: The FB and all are tools for social mixing and highly effective. People taking the “arranged by papaji” route should refrain from using that for decision making. FB segment and papaji segment, both are different customers and hence there will be data incongruence wrt target.
The Charted Accountant: hi hello and the standard can’t keep up the conversation dialogue.
Okay!! She tried asking something and I was so bored I said, you have my number, call when you have something to talk about and I am sorry I don’t have anything. Thak se phone down…
The latest one was good: Hi hello and all that.
I: where do you work
She: A UN supported research organization doing Phd. Where do you work?
I: okay!! I was working for this organization, the CEO resigned, I don’t report to anyone and no one reports to me. So, working means getting paid for reading newspapers and magazines which I am not liking so actually I am looking for a job. I heard you work for the UN?
She: not really but yes UN is one stakeholder.
I: Grrrreat!! So would it be okay for you to forward my resume, I really really want to work with them considering my long term plans in public policy.
She: Okay!!! I don’t mind that fwd to me. But what are your long term plans?
I: oh !! ya, see actually 5 yrs down the line either I would be in a venture of my own, or get back to studies, a second masters or public policy from some insti. of repute. The common thing in either of these cases is: I would be without income and spending the saved income reserve. So…. What about you?
She: nothing much want to continue with research, preferably Europe because they value it. I just want to work and nothing else.
I: (A pause) I thought food was a necessity but doesn’t seem you think so. Bad joke!!
She: yeah!! I just desperately want to continue with my career plans and go ahead ..and it is not that I don’t care about family
I: (cutting her midway) Oh!!! Damn that’s a standard dialogue, you should come up with something new. Sorry!! Again a bad joke
She: ya again!! But I hardly have talked to people for this prospective stuff on the phone ..
I: seriously!! You look like a pro…you are damn good at it..
By this time I had realized I had already messed up stuff quite a bit, so I told her my friends are waiting outside, and they were, and I think she has my number to call up anytime she likes.
I: where do you work
She: A UN supported research organization doing Phd. Where do you work?
I: okay!! I was working for this organization, the CEO resigned, I don’t report to anyone and no one reports to me. So, working means getting paid for reading newspapers and magazines which I am not liking so actually I am looking for a job. I heard you work for the UN?
She: not really but yes UN is one stakeholder.
I: Grrrreat!! So would it be okay for you to forward my resume, I really really want to work with them considering my long term plans in public policy.
She: Okay!!! I don’t mind that fwd to me. But what are your long term plans?
I: oh !! ya, see actually 5 yrs down the line either I would be in a venture of my own, or get back to studies, a second masters or public policy from some insti. of repute. The common thing in either of these cases is: I would be without income and spending the saved income reserve. So…. What about you?
She: nothing much want to continue with research, preferably Europe because they value it. I just want to work and nothing else.
I: (A pause) I thought food was a necessity but doesn’t seem you think so. Bad joke!!
She: yeah!! I just desperately want to continue with my career plans and go ahead ..and it is not that I don’t care about family
I: (cutting her midway) Oh!!! Damn that’s a standard dialogue, you should come up with something new. Sorry!! Again a bad joke
She: ya again!! But I hardly have talked to people for this prospective stuff on the phone ..
I: seriously!! You look like a pro…you are damn good at it..
By this time I had realized I had already messed up stuff quite a bit, so I told her my friends are waiting outside, and they were, and I think she has my number to call up anytime she likes.
Haa!! How the hell can you expect me to talk on the phone, without even knowing the person moreover what do I talk. I fail to realize what these love struck guys who are stuck to the phone talk about in my house, they are like post office reporting to some manager till midnight, and damn!!! Do they have some “conversations on the phone: book for dummies” where they have a laundry list of questions to ask and answers to std. questions and some Dos and don’ts especially Don on what jokes not to crack. But then as they say it “keep the faith” and mr. annoy I am and I will “tere bhi din aayenge chote”
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