Monday, May 31, 2010

You have to see it to believe it



I can be totally creative now coz I wanna talk about some of the most creative things of this world. These species is the most interesting species to study. They are the most complicated; they are "yucks" and "wow" at the same time. Although I have spent a quarter of my life with them I still cant get the basics right of how to handle them. What makes them happy, what makes them sad, what makes them stand out andat makes them interfere in our dreams so much?

Mumbai-The fashion capital seemed to make the situation more complicated. Here you are spoilt for choices even though each feels a burden on the small time you can dream. With the fishes you see on the sides they can make you just look at them and admire them but the moment you try to catch them either they slip away or you feel you are not a lucky one to catch hold of them.

They are shaopaholics, mall freaks, movie freaks, Fashion freaks, and whatever still you cant call them freaks..

But the evenings here are really beautiful and the weekends are even better as the visibility of such species increases. Mumbai allows them the space to show off their creativity and for us to enjoy the art. The age do not seem to have any effect on them and the makeup makes up for all anguishes- it workks so well that if you are gazing them with wide open eyes, you may have forgotten to see a 3 year old kid walking side by side.



The best part of all this is most of the time you see them inside beautiful machines and get into a major trouble of where you should concentrate.

My imagination is going places now but end of the day one of the major questions that come to mind is

"Why god has been so linient to Mumbai to give the city all the things to be a dream city to get a dream life?"

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The story continues-The Mumbai Local Train




With the initial fears coming into manageable terms it was time to dive down to the core of the city. It not only allows the city its distinct feature; what i feel is, it gave Mumbai its existence. With a interval of 3 mins between each of the chariots of life; still the city does not seem to slow down and wants to go faster and faster. The red-black-blue-yellow-pink colored bogies seem to rush past you as if the only thing they care about is the destination to reach. I learnt a lesson the very first day- If you wanna live in Mumbai embrace the local trains. The santacruz, the ville parle ,the khar ,the thane ,the Vashi ,the Andheri all seem to fly past at breakneck speed. The first day when i visualized the spectacle the enormous size of it took me by its arms. People jostling around, Clothes being sold at 20 Bucks, Sea fish being sold and 10-12 boards showing train times which changes every minute. The observation swept me off my feet as that was the first time i felt i was watching the population of India. It is not an spectacle it’s a catastrophe which can turn pretty aggressive soon.

I made my way into the train (2nd Class); without finding any trace of differentiation factor between the classes. What welcomed me was a crowd from various factions of life- An IT guy carrying his laptop on his head, a carpenter with his tools and a lady with her son in her lap. This was not all coz if i need to describe one and all the entire segment of population of India could have been evident. My nasal equipment stopped recognizing any smell as the mixture of pure human odor along with various artificial ones laid the foundation for a gas tragedy. The train chugged on and slowly and slowly I started feeling the changes in me. The shirt was fully wet with perspiration; my bag was worn in the opposite way, my shoes have been trampled a thousand times but still a beautiful feeling held me. I was one of the common people-I saw life open up before me. The strengths and weakness required to keep you on and on in such environment deserves a salute. People from various factions’ embarrassed life the way it is and in the local train platform all became same. All pay the same amount of money for the space to stand nevertheless keeping the fact in mind that after you get down one may go into an AC room earning dollars and another go the market to sell vegetables: a beautiful way to bring the people back to the roots of life. I had a feeling of desperation for a few days but the day I felt that here is the platform where your social and financial status do not work, I felt a good feeling sweeping over me that yes “I am LUCKY”. One thing which strikes more is if you can peek out of the window or the doors of the train you see structures that takes your breath away and on the other side of the track their would be a line of shacks with naked children dozing off near a gutter.

I got a chance to even see the city one day when the hardworking motormen said that they gonna take a decisive step of stopping trains to get a good bet for their life. Half of Mumbai stopped. Buses plied on the roads on extra number, Autos became half as the drivers cold not reach their locations. Half of the offices closed and something which cost Rs6/- now was Rs 60/-. The local trains seem to be the heartbeat of Mumbai.

Now as the days are coming to an end when I still get people falling over me I feel that the ordeal is gonna get over but if this is an ordeal for me, for many people a journey in the local trains is a way to get out of their ordeals of their life. The train of Mumbai has seen all- Bomb blasts, financial meltdown, poverty, rains, kasab, growth and a thousand things you can add- But it still remains true to its dedication: KEEP MUMBAI ALIVE.


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Mumbai- A Place of Mixed Emotions

The days do not seem to come to an end. Let me recall what i did in the last two months of the Summer internship.

A search for an abode

Me and shanks had a piece of paper in our hand which was supposed to be our ticket to a stay in Mumbai but really unfortunate that the piece of paper was very true to its conscience and stuck to its value; the letters scribbled on it hardly mattered now as the guy who was supposed to be the incharge of or so called "pre-decided abode" calmly let us know that we do not belong there. The paper in our hands could be thrown out of the train's window but it was better to use it as a toilet paper to atleast keep it satisfied taht it was of some value. The train chugged on. It was me and my ipod (crying for some charge) and the dark stills outside. Finally MUMBAI- Dadar Station but the question "Where do we go in MUMBAI?




A roof and nothing else

First impression is the last it seems and i prayed so much that it be true so that i do not have dual feelings: If Mumbai seemed Shit; it had to be shit and the days to come would prove me the true nature of the city which has woven dreams of so many. We take help of our friendsand reach a place in Andheri East. But before that on the way to the place we were sitting comfortably in taxi looking at the structures and the lights. Beautiful dreams sitting on the back seats of cool machines. Speeding vehicles pointing the fact we are still far away from civilization. I had mixed feelings: I was happy to be somewhere else but the city seemed to point its middle finger and say "You have to prove yourself to be a part of mumbai". Anyways i reached my abode and to me it looked like a 5th floor shack.All negatives terminology wont justice to the place. It showed me Mumbai has no water; Mumbai is all about money; Mumbai is poverty striken and what not. No point in grumbling about it.. Coz i made my way out of it..



I have a lot still...

The Mumbai Local
The Dreamgirls
The Tattoo
The Food
The Internship
The Marine Drive
The Parties..


Will get back at the earliest..............

Monday, May 24, 2010

A letter dear to me...

Sorry for the "ALL CAPS". this is a letter that i found in my drafts written on 25th february 2009.
I still felt good reading it.

RESPECTED SIR,
"IMAGINATION AND REALIZATION"- BOTH WORDS SEEM TO OWN A WORLD IN ITSELF BUT HOW MUCH THEY INFLUENCE PEOPLE IN THEMSELVES HAS ALWAYS BEEN A QUESTION MARK. WHAT, WHY, WHERE AND HOW HAS BEEN A INTEGRAL PART OF OUR LIVES AND THIS HAS ACTUALLY LED TO THE WORLD WHERE IT IS NOW. THROUGH THE AGES A LOT OF “CHANGE” HAS BEEN INVOKED AND PROVOKED, AND SERIOUSLY TRUE TO MYSELF I AM NOT INFLUENCED BY OBAMA, BECAUSE I BELIEVE THE WORD CHANGE WAS WHAT HE BROUGHT INTO THE FORE, BUT NOT INVENTED.
WHEN YOU SEE A VOLATILE ECONOMY , A RAMALINGA RAJU CLIMAX, AND A BUYONT SMILE IN THE FACE OF BOLLY-HOLLY OSCAR WINNERS WITHIN A SPAN OF A FEW DAYS YOU ARE BOUND TO THINK WHATS HAPPENING AND WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS IN STORE! A CORPORATE HONCHO SPENDING A MORE THAN A MONTH IN JAIL WHILE A SLUM GIRL WITH HER FATHER WALKING THE RED CARPET AT KODAK THEATRE !THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME ALL THIS IS HAPPENING BUT WHAT ACTUALLY HITS ME DOWN IN THE SPINE IS HOW WE ALL ARE TOUCHED BECAUSE OF ALL THE EVENTS OF DAILY UBIQUITOUS LIFE.
I STARTED WITH REALIZATION AND IMAGINATION COZ A PINCH OF KNOWLEDGE GAINED FROM SOME WELL KNOWN AUTHORS IN LAST FEW MOMENTS GIVES ME A FEELING THAT THE FORCE OF GRAVITY IS LESS ON MY MIND NOW. TRUE TO MYSELF AND TRUE TO MY CONSCEINCE WHAT I WRITE FURTHER HAS NOT BEEN CREATED COZ OF MY ABILITY TO SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY BUT BCOZ OF THE PATH SHOWN TO ME, NOT THROUGH THE TUNNEL OF DARKNESS BUT THAT OF CONVICTION, PERCEPTION AND MOBILITY TO CREATE THINGS.
OKAY CUTTING THE CRAP AND COMING TO THE POINT, FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS SOME SERIOUS GOOD PAGES HAVE RESTED ON MY PALM, EVEN THROUGH THE SO PLANNED BUSY SCHEDULE AND WHAT I REALIZED FROM THEM WAS IT IS A TREAURE ENVELOPE AND, IF I KEEP THE THINGS WITHIN ME THEN I DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE THE RIGHT TO READ THOSE AGAIN. THOMAS L FRIEDMAN IN “THE WORLD IS FLAT” AND “HOT, FLAT AND CROWDED”, MALCOLM GLADWELL IN “THE TIPPING POINT” AND “OUTLIERS”, JEFF HOWE IN “CROWDSOURCING” CUT ACROSS ALL LEVELS OF DEFINING MANKIND IN A WAY WHICH SHOWS THE FRONTIERS CAN BE BROKEN AND ARE BEING BROKEN. ALL WHAT COMES OUT OF ALL THESE PAGES LISTED ABOVE IS NOT MAN ALONE BUT MANKIND WHOSE INTRINSIC QUALITY QUALIFIES HIM TO BREAK ALL BOUNDARIES, BUT ESTABLISHMENT OF SELF CLAIMED BARRIERS STAND ON THE WAY.
“A VISION WITHOUT RESOURCES IS ONLY A HALLUCINATION WITHOUT FEAR” , “IT IS A WORLD OF COMMUNITY NOT A WORLD OF CORPORATION ANYMORE”, “ALL THE SMARTEST PEOPLE IN THESE WORLD WORK FOR SOMEBODY ELSE”- I SERIOUSLY DON’T HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO CREATE SUCH LINES BUT I TRIED AND I TRIED REAL HARD TO FIND OUT WHAT THEY MEAN AND WHERE I CAN THINK TO PUT ALL THESE IN PLACE. IF YOU SEE THROUGH THE CAMOUFLAGE WHAT I FOUND OUT THAT IT HAS NEVER BEEN “I,ME” WHO HAVE WON HEARTS, MIND AND SOUL, BUT ALWAYS “WE,US”. MALCOLM SAYS EFFORT ALWAYS PAYS OFF BUT COMBINED EFFORT AND FOCUS IN RIGHT DIRECTION TOGETHER NOT ONLY STARTS A REVOLUTION BUT CAN CREATE A TIPPING POINT. IF YOU LOOK NOT EVEN IN THE DISTANT PAST BUT THE NEAR PAST, YOU WOULD SEE THE INFLUENCE OF TECHNOLOGY IN OUR LIVES. SOME OF THE GREAT MIND SYAS THE WORLD IS GETTING FLATTER, I SAY IT DIFFERENTLY, I SAY FROM “I” IT IS “WE”, FROM “ME” IT IS “US”.A HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR DIRECTING A GROUP OF SLUM DEWELLERS AND TAKING THEM TO THE RED CARPET,OR A GROUP OF EXCEPTIONAL CRICKETERS BRINGING ANOTHER DAWN OF CRICKET IN A DEVELOPING NATION ARE NOT EXAMPLES BUT SCENES BEING ENACTED TO MAKE US REALIZE TO LOOK INT THE FUTURE. FUNNY, HOW WE CREATE RELATIONS, COMMIT, DISTINGUISH PEOPLE BASED ON CASTE CREED RELIGION FINANCE ETC AND YET WE MEET AT THE CRAZIEST PLACES SHARE THE BEST OF TIMES, EXPERIENCE LIFE AT SUCH WEIRD MOMENTS DEFYING ALL RULES OF SOCIETY. WHO SCRIPTS ALL THISAND DO WE HAVE TO FOLLOW THE SCRIPT OR CREATE OUR OWN SCRIPT?
NOW I KNOW AFTER READING SO MUCH YOU WOULD HAVE ALREADY STARTED THINKING, WHY IS THIS GUY TELLING ALL THIS TO ME? WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO WITH ALL THIS? COMING TO THE POINT, WHAT I WANT TO TELL IS “LET’S BREAK THE ICE AND USE THE SAME ICE FOR RAISING A TOAST TO OUR SUCCESS”. NOW I AM LOOKING UP. RIGHT!
WE AS INDIVIDUALS ARE CREATIONS THAT EVERYBODY OF US SHOULD BE PROUD OFF! ARE WE DIFFERENT FROM BILL JOY OR STEVE JOBS? OR SAY MARTIN LUTHER KING AND GANDHIJI? OR SAY MALCOLM OR THOMAS L FRIEDMAN. THE ANSWER THAT I ALWAYS GET TO THIS QUESTION IS “NO”, AND THEN WHAT IS DIFFERENT? THE ANSWER I BELIEVE IS ACCUMULATION OF IDEAS IN MIND AND DYING WITH IT SO THAT OUR NEXT GENERATION ALSO DOES WHAT WE ARE DOING. INTERNET, WEB, BLOGS, COMMUNITIES HAVE CREATED A BELIEF IN PEOPLE MIND THAT EVERYBODY IS INDISPENSABLE. THAT REALIZATION DAWNED ON SOME INDIVIDUAL REALLY EARLY AND SO YOU HAVE “SUN MICROSYSTEMS, MICROSOFT , APPLE “ OR FORGET ALL, IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD “ INFOSYS, WIPRO..”. AND WHAT MORE, THE COMPANY WE ARE WORKING FOR IS ALSO A REALIZED DREAM TRING TO SPREAD ITS WINGS. SO WHAT MORE CAN WE DO TO ENHANCE THE WE FEELING BECAUSE THESE “WE” FEELING BRINGS “CHANGE”. HOWEVER HUNDRED TIMES BARACK OBAMA WOULD HAVE SAID THE WORD “CHANGE” WOULD NOT HAVE MATTER, UNTIL HE HAD A BILLION PEOPLE CHANTING “CHANGE” WITH HIM AND MORE BILLION LOOKING AT HIM TO SHOW THE PATH, AND WHAT MORE A BILLION MORE WILL BE JOINING US SOON IN THE NEXT DECADE AND THEY WOULD LIKE TO COLLABORATE FROM THE FIRST SECOND ON EARTH.
WE AS AN COUNTRY HAVE MOVED, AND NOT ONLY MOVED BUT HAVE MAINTAINED A NICE FORMIDABLE ACCELARATION BUT AT CERTAIN POINT WE SHOULD TIP. YES THE “TIPPING POINT” IS WHAT EVERYBODY AWAITS- SAY IN PERSONAL OR PROFFESIONAL FRONT. AND THE SOLUTION IS JEFF HOWE’S “CROWDSOURCING”. WHAT I WANT AT THE END OF ALL THESE WORDS IS AN INITIATIVE WHICH ATLEAST ALLOWS FREE FLOW OF IDEAS-STARTING WITH TECHNICAL ISSUES MAY BE. I REASON WHAT IS BELIEVED FOR THE SUCCESS OF THE INTERNET IS YOU DON’T KNOW WHO IS ON THE OTHER SIDE- HIS FACE,RACE,RELIGION,CASTE,HEIRCHY.EVERY INDIVIDUAL HAS MORE THAN ONE MODE THAT HE CAN SWITCH ON TO AND I WANT TO CASH ON IT. LINUX, IBM, PLUG, ARE ALL EXAMPLES OF A STRONG “WE, US”
LET IDEAS FLOW, LET MINDSETS CHANGE, LET KNOWLEDGE MOVE, LET CHANGE HAPPEN. HOW MANY TIMES ARE WE FACED WITH FORDISM “THE SPECIALIST CONCEPT”, WHEN THE MULTISKILL CONCEPT IS TAKING PEOPLE AND COUNTRIES ALONG WITH IT PLACES. WHY DO WE TRY TO SPEND TIME FOR SOLVING QUERIES, WHEN MAY BE ALREADY A SOLUTION EXIST FOR IT? IT IS ONLY THAT THE ONE WHO HAS A SOLUTION HAS NEVER BEEN ASKED FOR SOLUTION. IT IS NOT A STEP IN A RIGHT DIRECTION; IT IS TRYING TO MAKE A CONCRETE CASTLE RATHER THAN MAKING IT WITH SAND, SO THAT THE FLAGS WHEN YOU PUT ON TOP CAN HAVE A FREE FLIGHT IN THE WIND OF SUCCESS. THIS WILL LEAD TO LOT MANY INITIATIVES THAT MAY PROPEL US TO THE TIPPING POINT. “AN UTOPIAN WORLD IS A DREAM BUT LETS MOVE CLOSER TO THAT DREAM”



Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Few SOP's- Can take a decade to write what u want to do and what you are

Why “IlluminatiX”?


The only aspect of the word “Creativity” that disturbs me is that it cannot deliver alone. The motive behind me applying for IlluminatiX would be to convert my creativity into exceptional deliverables. IlluminatiX team requires the courage to let go of certainties, possibilities and I am ready for it. I love “Creating Visibility” by challenging conventional ideas which I carried out when we made a college video projecting student life and infrastructure with student vocals and cast which entered the brain cells of corporate world and helped them come and pick us. Ideas hate loneliness and to nurture them we need people to listen to them, and my interpersonal skills and my expertise of managing events (was a Placecom head, annual event club in charge etc) would help me. “Words” create leaders, dreams, passions and most important a brand (with maybe a logo), my onstage experiences in major events featuring Parikrama, Euphoria, Jal; being a editor for college magazine and “Sonaquips”, being a speaker for my company learning forum helps me play with words to communicate better, to motivate others. At the end of the day I love to dirty my hands around with some buttons of photoshop and moviemaker.

“It is better to have enough ideas for some of them to be wrong, than to be always right by having no ideas at all”-Bono said it and I worship it.
“IlluminatiX” A vision forward!

“IlluminatiX”- I don’t know from where the word came; either ‘Illuminati” or “Illumination” (a guess as of such), my vision of IlluminatiX in the years to come is of people who are unusually enlightened with regard to a Brand XIMB (Illuminati) to such an extent that it illuminates the people around it. Apart from diversifying into all possible media sources, a vision for the recent present would be to make the IlluminatiX website a buzzword in the business community for all known reasons; “from spokes to spices”. A Mentorship and query centre before XAT exams, to connect to outstanding aspirants who are undecided on XIMB, to pump up inflow of XIMB applications. All ways of creating a “dream campus” feel in the aspirants mind by using all possible forums (achievements centre, virtual tours, real on campus tours etc).

“A lot to dream, a lot to sense, a lot to do, an unending journey of IlluminatiX continues”


SOP for the purpose of being a member of the core committee of KURUKSHETRA
I would like to be part of the KURUKSHETRA team of 2010 because of the following
reasons:


  • To be a part of the tradition which is closest to my heart
  • To take the passion of aggression and commitment that each kurukite holds
  • forward.
  • To take KURUKSHETRA to the next level (both technology and difficulty wise).
  • To keep KURUKSHETRA the flagship event of Xpressions.
  • Improve the efficiency of the process by which the game is made.
  • To look into various other factors that can make the game more appealing and
  • interesting.
  • Helping the juniors to create a masterpiece and guide them to get the things
  • done.
  • Trying forsome sponsorship to improve the prize money amount and increase
  • participation from other major B-Schools.
  • Making Chakravyuh a force to reckon with.
  • Finally to make each present, past and future Kurukite proud.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

XIMB- Two years of real Life...

I took from Abhay's Post but this post has to go far and wide.

The following words are the creation of Kartikeya Mishra,XIMB-2004-06 batch(My Super Super Super Super Super Senior..Perhaps that makes him my Superior Duperior Senior :P)
The text has been taken from Life @XIMB thread on Pagalguy. Quite frankly,I tried writing something similar, but could not dare, since the following account is as precise as it could get. Enjoy reading ...

XST: XIM Standard Time

Normal daily routine of a guy at XIMB

8:45 XST: Wake up time...the alarm goes off....
8:48 XST: The alarm which you conveniently ignored earlier ...goes off
again
8:50 XST: You finally wake up
8:51 XST: A quick trip to the loo
8:55 XST: You wake up ppl...who'r still in a slumber
8:58 XST: You dash to the class.
9:00 XST: If you are lucky you make it to class, JIT (just in time)
9:02 XST: The ones who are not so lucky, make an entry into class, some

would be asked to leave, if you are lucky, you get to attend the

class, but no attendance for u, if you are really really lucky...the
prof

is late!!!
9:05 XST: Attendance done...time to doze off in class
9:10 XST: Man when does this class end
10:25 XST: Yawn....of the class is coming to an end is it???
10:30 XST: Damn c’mon prof....you gotta let us go now
10:31 XST: Hey prof CMON
10:32 XST: Finally...you're out
10:35 XST: Breakfast time
10:59 XST: What time for the next class already...DAMN
11:00 XST: Class 2...more or less the same as class 1
12:30 XST: Time for lunch..or is it time for another nap...
12:45 XST: Lunch!!!
13:15 XST: Do i have to bathe today???
13:20 XST: Do i really need to bathe...
13:30 XST: ok guess its been days since i last bathed...
13:50 XST: Damn another class....what about my nap...
14:00 XST: Class 3..... read what happens in class1
15:30 XST: Class ends....time for a coffee...
15:35 XST: You sip coffee peacefully.....
15:45 XST: Class 4, what a quiz...a surprise quiz....how come the other


section gets to give it in the next class...how come no
"surprise"


for them....
15:46 XST: Damn was this ever discussed in class...i can't seem to recall


anything
15:59 XST: Thank god its over...lets hope..everybody got it wrong..that

way..it really doesn't matter..
16:00 XST: Time to sleep again
17:15 XST: Yawwnnnn...oh the class got over is it..
17:16 XST: Snacks time.....
17:30 XST: Time for football...time for tennis...time for badminton....
18:15 XST: Can't i bunk the next class...how about a proxy...
18:36 XST: You make it class...a whole 6 mins late...
19:15 XST: You need to be excused....you take a loo break...you walk out..
19:16 XST: You change your mind ...you don't wanna go back.....plus ...its


time you've been to sandy square...this is the time..when all the

pretty faces turn up ..there..you head to CCD..
19:20 XST: You get an SMS from a frnd in class "Dude ...why aren't you
back


yet, prof just announced a surprise quiz.....he's bolted the door"

aaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhh..you just lost 15% of your weightage....damn
damn

damn

20:14 XST: You just realise ...thats its a 6 class day....and today’s the


day..
20:15 XST: What another class....when does all this end..
20:30 XST: You turn up 15 mins late...
21:00 XST: Sir, can we end ...the class now...its been a long day...
21:01 XST: Just a few more mins..son...i promise to end the class 5 mins


earlier...(thats still 40 mins away)
21:30 XST: Sir can we end now puhlllllllease....sure sure....just a few
more


mins
21:45 XST: You start getting up to leave...its times the class ended...
21:46 XST: Just a min son, i know i promised ...we'd end early...but i
gotta


explain this....cmon..we'd can start something...new next class
21:50 XST: Finally it ends..
21:51 XST: Thank god the day is over....well is it...
21:52 XST: There's a commotion in the porch area...
21:53 XST: What the hell's happening......WHAT .... assignment......MC

assignment and it NEEDS TO BE SUBMITTED BY 11:59 tonite.....when was
that

announced.....there was nuthing on the notice board...when you chkd at

8pm...it just got announced.........

21:54 XST: WHAT ABOUT THE DINNER THAT WE HAD PLANNED OUTSIDE...
21:55 XST: You rush to the mess...and finish off dinner.......
22:00 XST: What did i have for dinner anyway......well does it really
matter


22:10 XST: You try and understand what the assignment is all about..
22:15 XST: You ping your grp mates....(thank god...they invented instant


messengers )....Guys get your ass down to my room ASAP..
22:40 XST: Your first grp mate arrives..."Man i buzzed you 20 mins
back..."


Sorry man..i just got your ms"..."What about others"...."Well who

elses there in our grp"
22:41 XST: Oh yeah good question...let me chk...
22:45 XST: Hey class rep....who all did you put in my grp...
22:46 XST: Class reps no where to be found....
23:00 XST: Class reps finally found...hey who all in my grp......the reply
"Chk grp listing on the intranet - The grps were made by prof"
23:05 XST: Damn why didn't i think of that...
23:15 XST: Distress call...you send a msg on the LAN mssnger "My grp

mates...whoever you are....please come to my Room ASAP...with regards
to


the MC assign...please please please come..."
23:20 XST: Whats the point...the msngr seems to be flooder with similar

msgs....
23:25 XST: You decide to deal with the assignment ...with just the 3 of
your
grp mates..who decided to turn up...hell with the rest...

23:30 XST: Google.com.... you copy paste...the question as mentioned in
the
assign......you do manage to get some results......download some
relevant stuff
23:40 XST: You start copy pasting.....your doc seems to building up... hey
not bad...i think we can finish it off...Hey Hey add the
names...add
the names of the grp member..ok done..
23:55 XST: You are pleased with your work..... man time to upload...you
gotta hurry....deadline 11:59 sharp...else the intranet won't accept
it.
23:58 XST: You login to the ..intranet//
23:58 XST: Where do i upload...wheres the damn link.....oh yeah found..
23:58:52 XST: NOTICE ON SOME SCREENS ..... UPLOAD COMPLETE....UPLOADED BY
USER U104082 at time 23:58:52..
0000 XST: Notice on some screens
"DEADLINE HAS EXPIRED" You cannot upload .... please contact the
course instructor...

0001 XST: What the f......... i did upload ...i upload well before the
deadline....you finally come to realise that your system clock is not
synchronized with the server lock.....DAAAAAAMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNN...thats
another 15% lost...

0200 XST: You while away time..... happy at completing the assignment (or
cribbing over failing to upload ....in some cases)....you get a
buzz...
0201 XST: You read the msg "Hey....we got a presentation ...at 9 in the
morning....i forgot all about it......didn't realise it was our grps
turn...so what say ...we do that now???? "

0202 XST: what again.......you are too dumbstruck to even think...you
reply...."ok sure....i'd be in your room in a few mins......inform the
girls as well...make sure everybody's there"


0215 XST: You walk into your frnds room...everybodys there... except for
one
girl...where the hell is ...she...

0220 XST: After some frantic calls to girl2, girl1 says..shes taking the
ximb walk...with.. ..you know who....
You scream....."She better be here...or else...shes thrown out of
the grp"

0230 XST: Girl 2 finally shows up "Sorry yaar...was just discussing
...today‘s quiz with......" yeah whatever...

0345 XST: Presentation..doesn't seem to be making sense....2 of your grp
members have dozed off....
0400 XST: Two members leave.....
0415 XST: the three of you who are left.....finish off....the
presentation....pleased with ur work...at least thats what you think
0430 XTS: Its been a horrid day...time to crash..
0845 XTS: Man ..i gotta dress up for the presentation... man i need to
shave....
0905 XTS: You arrive in class..clean shaven, your clothes are unironed
though....never mind...
0910 XTS: The class is waiting for u to start..with your presentation..oh
you've forgotten the pen drive...well never mind...take it off.. your comp
on the network...damn i forgot to share the folder.....ok ok ...never
mind..you can map your drive....don't worry...oh yeah...i can ......but
it
wouldn't access.....DAMN i had turned my comp off..............
...............
..........


and so the saga continues.......

the routine continues....every single day........

Thursday, January 21, 2010

My first employee relations course post

Hope you guys can make out something out of it.

Hi everyone

As themes like “contracted or Connected?" and "At Will, So Will" through Short Stories, Role Plays and Visual Episodes are being brought before us; normally the human mind (at least mine) sometimes starts interrogating itself the decision that would be capable of taking during such situation. As at any point of time we being both employer and employee the view of the situation at hand becomes that much complex.

Here I recall a definition of Theory of constraints which said “A problem precisely defined until it can be presented as a conflict between two necessary conditions”. In accurate sciences what they do whey they face conflict is to negate one option for the other. But in cases related to employment relations the spotlight is not the word “ALTERNATIVE” but on the word “ACCEPTABLE COMPROMISE”. Each situation needs to be dealt in a certain way and there is no pre determined scale of calculation of it. For the Darrell Hair case I would like to see from my perspective as an employer and an employee.

Few of the perspectives through which i would like to view the case keepingthe frame work of non negotiable offer in mind are:

Characteristics of the parties

Situational factors

Trade of business and specialized skill requirement

Market value and brand image of both parties

Now to be precise enough what I mean by the above factors I would like to take the case highlighted below (that of Darrell Hair and ICC)

Characteristics of the parties: When situations of diverse opinion arises each of the employer and employee seems to know the basic characteristics of each other. The employer is faced with a situation of trying to find a common solution for a common problem engulfing different individuals. If an employer has an image of retrenching people who do not clear hurdles few of the employees won’t even try to make a situation out of it as seen in the HCS case. On the other hand there are individuals like Darrell Hair who do take things in their jurisdiction. The employer should have a clear view of the characteristics of people before acting so that they can predict any action coming their way.

Situational Factors: As already pointed out by SRMitra the situational factors including legal terms and sporting bodies and of course the ever growing media punch. In such high prolific cases it becomes very evident to all present the situation and the result taken out of it. The side media takes also plays a function in such cases. If the non negotiable offer by Darrell Hair is put under post mortem it clear states certain points on the external communication that goes to the outside world to create a fear psychosis riding on the back of media on consequences possible if the offer is not met. The points are reiterated below.

"2 - ICC may announce the retirement in any way they wish, but I would prefer a simple 'lifestyle choice' as this was the very reason I moved from Australia to settle in the UK three years ago.

3 - No public comment to be made by me as to possible reasons for the decision."

The above points clearly reiterates the point that how situational factors and media presence can bring a major influence in determining the decision whether it is to save face or gain justice.

For individuals also this opportunity being limited a presigned contract like I faced also helps the employer. My Employment contract clearly stated that after I resign from my job “you are not allowed to work for any competitors in the automobile and auto parts business for a period of three consecutive years”. For an individual looking out for an employer who does not focus on what is written between the lines and have a good image as an employer is the only solution rather than such hassles.

Trade of business and specialized skill requirement: This for me is one factor which bogs all the factors down as this brings in the talk of “bargaining power” and “receiving end”. ICC being a specialized society and a one off organization in its trade has lot of power in its end but; here the individual too has lot of backing. In manufacturing sectors where retrenching is done taking lot of specialized skills held by the individual in concern as against IT sector where they build the skill and they are confident of building the same skill in any joe or sam. The non negotiable offer takes into account all the lost earnings of Darrell Hair considering his skills and if such costs are too high the employer may look at other alternatives rather than sacking. A small retrenchment package or another outplacement offer for an IT professional when he is asked to leave the job may work wonders for both parties. The skill set that the individual holds gives him an opportunity to calculate his worth and take an aggressive position that Darrell Hair took. Similarly for an organization which can build the same skills in any individual won’t take such factors into consideration.

Market value and brand image of both parties: Last but not the least is the external opportunities and brand image. If Darrell Hair felt he had a better opportunity not being in the elite panel and breaking the contract now would make him have access to other opportunities then he may not have put such a non negotiable offer (as what is happening to all cricketers for 20-20 tournaments). ICC on the other hand knows that its bench strength is high and taking Hair out would improve its brand image that it acted for the game and gave the game its needed priority then so be it.

I would like to wrap my ocean of words with the fact that all one time "Non-Negotiable Offer" are the climax of a movie and suitable discussion and relevant steps taken may not allow an employer or employee to come to such a situation only. Also as one senior plant manager of above 20 years experienced said me “Guys the days of employment policies for years and years are over; now you are all machines which depreciates and only the instrument that will rule you are yearly contracts”. What I see is the dawn of non negotiable offers in a large scale.

Annals of a melancholic manufacturer

I was manufactured on a February day and am still in the process of quality inspection. Opened my eyes literally to the world, ten to twelve years after I was accepted to the cradle of life. The focal point of my story would be at this point. Preceding this point was a life of care near to the bosom of my mother and lap of my father. Everything seemed made for me although away from my eyes the specifications were being readied which I had to qualify to be called a successful son, a successful man in life. Who knew that apart from qualifying this specifications, I would also be creating my own set of parameters so that when I see myself in the mirror the mirror would tell “you are the most successful being in this world”. The time I took to learn from one to ten was a miniscule part of the time spent while jumping from this one to ten level of schooling which the society believes is the stepping stone. As I grew the weight of my bag on my back became less, the height increased, eyes deteriorated and so also my dependence on my parents. A sibling became a cause of delight and a subject of benchmarking. Slowly as sun rose and died down for five thousand days the hormones started taking their chances and slowly before I knew they were in charge of me. First hurdle of board exams were passed comfortably and I had to move to the next station for further inspection. As hair started filling all around my body which had already tanned just by carrying a bat and running behind a ball (How did I not know that this was the start and all my life I have to run behind a ball only) I started feeling I am the creator of my destiny and the creators of me are not to be bothered by what I want. Next level- the double digit level of 11 and 12 (Higher secondary) the judging parameters changed. How much I study became dependant on time spent on tuitions to add what I say as optional accessories. The number of books I fill with dreadful symbols of algebra in three hours time was the criteria of judgment.

By this time the world had opened its arm to grasp me into reality. Love, lust and loitering around in blind streets took some amount of time and here I was now trying to realize what my dreams should be. By the time I realized it I found myself in the extreme north eastern corner of the country studying a so called “Engineering”. An engineer is also called a “manipulator” and this is what I had become without even realizing. Manipulating dreams, manipulating parents, manipulating teachers, manipulating friends and last of all myself. The reason- I wanna get what I want. Be it was marks, girls or a pint of stimulant potion. Four years- that was enough to teach me certain words of the dictionary- backstabbing, politics and endangerment. End of the period I came out- the only addition “New worldly values and a fuel to burn my desire”. Also an Er. Before my name. Parents became proud as I fulfilled their initial criteria and they said “go, get lost”-its time you fulfill God’s quality requirements. The only one who was a spectator to all this was my brother who used to curse me because I was the standard creator for him.

The paradox of my life was this point where I spent an hour of my life before a computer answering certain queries and then sitting before a group of individuals who was there to understand whether I fit their organisation and become a donkey. I gave my best that one hour and successfully transformed myself into a donkey who would manufacture things that people have evolved so that they do not ride donkeys- Bikes. So here I was a donkey creating replacement for donkeys. The best thing about all this was I was fulfilling the demand side and getting some remuneration in lieu. Never before I knew that a fat wallet can change the entire outlook of life. Here I was dreaming of buying shelter, getting an eve to fulfill my basic necessity of love and lust (where was this necessity for last 18 years?), and the result of which may be creation of another donkey. The sun greeted me at 6 in the morning and the machines at 8. My career started by driving on a set of wheels from one part of this country to another corner so as to test the quality standards of the bike. The roads used to fly past and I in a blue uniform was taking all this in my stride to get eternal success (which I have not tasted yet). Family was miles away and here I was trying to work to gain success. Individuals (actually donkeys) who used to work with me gave endless support so that I receive a paper at the end of the month with certain figures written on it that I learnt on my dad’s lap. Every time I used to come face to face with myself I had to ask what for I was existent and then the worldly potions available at a certain cost used to calm my nerves. The golden fluid used to run in my veins and as its lifetime came to an end, I was again ready to hit the ground again. One year on the job and a so called recession hits- “a global disaster and there was no money”. I failed to understand that did cows start eating money that the money vanished, when a billet fell on my hand. It was unpredictably the grazer who decided to cut down on the amount given to us donkeys.

At that time I realized as bond did “The world is not enough”. Said to the grazer that the grass he is feeding is not enough and I want to be a horse. There was another stratum of mortals who were fighting to be a part of the elite class of donkeys, and I too joined the race. Goodness gracious I kicked and beat some mortals black and blue and got some numbers again on a a piece of paper which was ticket supposedly to the transformation process of me to the elite class. Finally as Bryan Adams said “Here I am” with horses riding around him, I too see myself running behind a ball still trying to fulfill quality standards of an eve, of another donkey and finally of my creators and god. Wish me luck and I may lie down in peace in the arms of an eve with the ball of success in my hand (If the ball is not there, eve will also not be there).

Now time to answer some queries. “Komisar claims that a career is after all what you make it”- but I question who makes me? In this society the career makes me and not me making a career. I run and run for different reasons- by watching others, by being made to run and the day I stop running I may realize I am far from where I want to be. I want to make something but will I be able to transform myself from a donkey to man without a wallet. Passion for what I want may take me to a non career path but will this new born passion pacify my earliest passions- not only of mine but others dependent of me. If yes thank you and I welcome you to this utopian world. Komisar is 1 out of 6,692,030,277 mortals and the standards that he had to meet were very different from what I have to meet. Also what Kartikey had done can only be done when you achieve have already taken some steps and then decide why to reach the top. Why not sit here and keep myself engrossed in activities of my liking. To my liking a clear perspective of a wrong notion has been carried forward by Bagchi. When he says jobs are meant to satisfy us; I differ to say that not only the job but certain other results of it is what has more importance. End of the day the satisfaction comes from within when you can balance all alternatives in life to get a desired result. Kartikey was happy with the position, with the money but for him it was not acceptable after some time that the environment he works in by selling toothpastes and soap was conflicting with his perception of himself and there is where job satisfaction goes for a toss. Even balancing all alternatives is not an easy option and never in my life I believe I will get eternal job satisfaction since “as supply increases, demand too increases

On the managerial and relational society query-My parents, my friends, my colleagues are also somebody’s manager or bosses and that is why I regard them as a single entity-“The grazers”. They want you to graze around the world, eat green and sweet grass, but whenever you start neglecting their needs-“the grazers turn butchers” (except my creators). The only option is to get rid of a really bad butcher and go in the hands of a butcher who will not give you may be a painful death. Absolutely there cannot be any negation that each and every molecule of organic and inorganic substance influence us. If a golden potion can influence me in an hours time, these mortals stay with me for 10-12 hrs. Also the careers are not only influenced, but certain norms and rules are laid down while you go around that path designed by them and me. Yo u deviate and the “connectedness” as we say is void. The choices for donkeys in our society are so huge that losing a donkey who wants to take a non career path does not cost too much. And what we say “See that donkey what he is doing to his life”.

I say “Introspect and adios”