The world has witnessed and been witnessing a danger. Not in the form of missile. Not in the form of war. Not in the form of monster aliens from other planets or animals. But in the form of a small virus. Yes. A small virus which is invisible to a naked eye created havoc across the plant earth.
Getting into the details, the first case of this virus was identified in early December 2019 in Wuhan city of China. Since then the virus has travelled places, cities, countires and continents conquering almost entire planet. Sources say that the virus was found in a wholesale food market in Wuhan where humans consumed bats which had the virus. In just 3 months, the corona virus spread its wings affecting millions of people falling to its prey. It is considered as a contagious disease spread through surface contact as well. WHO declared this as a "Pandemic" and alerted all the nations to take precautions. By early March, most of the countries announced lockdown. A complete shutdown. Everybody has to stay home with no excuses. Stock markets plummeted. Investors were pulling their money from exchanges across the globe. No movement of people. Industries came to a halt. Supplychains froze. Vehicles on roads disappeared. Job market crashed. Unwmployment rate dropped to historical lows. All flight/public transportation cancelled. About 100 countries came to standstill.
Many countries offered its citizens doorstep delivery of their day-to-day requirements. Some offered food and shelter to the homeless. Millions of volunteers and organizations initiated to feed the poor, provide temporary shelters, and helping the needy.People with covid positive cases were being descriminated within the communities. They would not get any kind of social assistance, just boycotting them, not helping them with their daily needs made things worse committing suicides and attempted murders. Someone with covide positive is considered as negative aspect. Handwash with alocohol, having a sanitizing in your pockets, wearing a mask covering your nose is the new trend.
Out of so much chaos and the death rings going on all over the world, planet sensed a change in the climate. Drastically decrease in the pollution levels. Ozone layer covering up. Animals roaming free on roads without any fear. Glaciers standing still and no signs of sea levels rising up. That was the real planet we have been polluting all these centuries. The noise levels on streets were the same during the day and night. It was so pure. From the situation, it was quiet evident that nothing is above nature and nothing is perennial. The only thing we can do as a human being is to have helping hands and save the planet in whatever way we can.
On the ther hand, many companies and many countries came together for this pandemic and started working on the vaccination. The least possibility of getting a new vaccination to the market is 2-3 years. But since this was an exceptional situation, the governments byepassed few of the clinical trial stages and made a vaccine available in a record time of 65 days which did not succeed eventually. Big MNC's like Pfizer, Astrazeneca pumping billions of dollars to the humanity, doctors & scientists working together round the clock for a solution has happened like never before.
This abnormal situation has changed the way the world functions. People call it "the new normal". Getting out without masks is a crime now. Everyone lost trust in meeting people at cafetaria, shaking hands, eating outside. Almost everything has become virtual. Recruitment for new hires are done virtual. Offline meetings got cancelled and shifted to zoom and microsoft teams. Accounting, finance, purchase, logistics, marketing, IT, whereever possible companies went virtual. Schools got shutdown and the students were thrusted to the next higher grade in many countries. In few religious countries like India where physical presence is mandatory, marriages are performed online. Death rituals are done online and Im no different. My kid's craddle ceremony was done in my hometown on his third month and being his father I watched the rituals virtually. Work from home became the new norm. There's an entirely new business products hitting the markets. Masks,covering the nose and the mouth parts of the human body. Then there is face shield, which covers the face made up of transparent thin plastic sheet. There are body shields to avoid any virus attacking our clothes which can futher be transmitted. Hand sanitizers with varying alcohol percentage occupied the store shelves. There are customised masks made up of the person's nose, mouth and chin imprinting onto the masks. Then there are tunnels with 3 meters long and 1 metre wide having a height of 6 ft fixed with the spriklers made available in many of the office entrances though which one has to walk through. The spirinklers sanitizes the person total body when walked.
After alomost more than 18 months, now people in many parts of the world are getting vaccinated. Almost every country has their own vaccination with few of the global pharma companies making the vaccination available at a negligible cost. Yet, people are skeptical about the sideeffects it is causing post vaccination. It ranges from cough, cold, headache and low fever to blood clots, increasing blood pressure and couple deaths.
By and large, vaccination drive by the nations and WHO is making people get into comfort zone and gain confidence and trust in people making a positive impact on the humanity and on the planet.
Sunday, May 30, 2021
Saturday, March 6, 2021
Its RudraDev
Adrenalin rush, heart pounding, mixed feelings of happiness, nervous and excitement. Legs shivering. Eerything comes to halt when I got a call saying "IT'S A BOY".
I missed the very moment. I missed being with my better half when she was going through all the pain through out. I missed the moments when I wanted to pamper her cuddling. I missed the moment when I wanted to kiss on the baby bump. I missed the moment when I wanted to talk to my baby inside. I missed the moment when my strength(my wife) became weak and looking for my hands to hold. I missed the moment where we both should be together to experience and cherish these memories for the rest of our life. I missed the moment of getting her choice of cravings. I missed the moment sleeping in her lap with the baby bump, telling stories. I missed the moment being on her side when she was admitted in hospital. I missed the joyful moment welcoming the baby boy after the C-section. I missed the many kisses to both of them. I missed them all.
Goosebumps all over my body when I got the news. Its a feeling which cannot be determined, defined or briefed. Tears rolled out when I saw my wife over the video call along with my baby cry. Giving birth to a generation, sacrificing her present, probably this is the start of the many of those endless sacrifices a mother does to her children.
Few of my company colleagues were equally excited about the news. Showing them the baby's pictures gives me immense pleasure and proud feeling. He was born on 21st Jan 2021 at 10.39 a.m IST. That makes a very special day. 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century. Surprisingly and fortunately his blood group turns out to be B+. This gives me a sense of motivation that no matter what the hell happens in life, always B+. Probably this might looking odd, father seeking motivation from his new born baby is just out of the world feeling. After a lot of rough patch going on between both of our families, we named him "RUDRADEV" one month after his birth.
There are multiple meanings to the name. It is referred to as the Rudraksh, simple yet powerful. It is also referred to as the mightiest of the mighty. It also refers as the one who eradicates problems from its roots.
After all the bad times for the baby, all the efforts put in during the surgeries, its a welcome note for our family. Morethan anyone else in the world, a mother sacrifice to her child is the most precious and incomparable god has given to the mankind.
I missed the very moment. I missed being with my better half when she was going through all the pain through out. I missed the moments when I wanted to pamper her cuddling. I missed the moment when I wanted to kiss on the baby bump. I missed the moment when I wanted to talk to my baby inside. I missed the moment when my strength(my wife) became weak and looking for my hands to hold. I missed the moment where we both should be together to experience and cherish these memories for the rest of our life. I missed the moment of getting her choice of cravings. I missed the moment sleeping in her lap with the baby bump, telling stories. I missed the moment being on her side when she was admitted in hospital. I missed the joyful moment welcoming the baby boy after the C-section. I missed the many kisses to both of them. I missed them all.
Goosebumps all over my body when I got the news. Its a feeling which cannot be determined, defined or briefed. Tears rolled out when I saw my wife over the video call along with my baby cry. Giving birth to a generation, sacrificing her present, probably this is the start of the many of those endless sacrifices a mother does to her children.
Few of my company colleagues were equally excited about the news. Showing them the baby's pictures gives me immense pleasure and proud feeling. He was born on 21st Jan 2021 at 10.39 a.m IST. That makes a very special day. 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century. Surprisingly and fortunately his blood group turns out to be B+. This gives me a sense of motivation that no matter what the hell happens in life, always B+. Probably this might looking odd, father seeking motivation from his new born baby is just out of the world feeling. After a lot of rough patch going on between both of our families, we named him "RUDRADEV" one month after his birth.
There are multiple meanings to the name. It is referred to as the Rudraksh, simple yet powerful. It is also referred to as the mightiest of the mighty. It also refers as the one who eradicates problems from its roots.
After all the bad times for the baby, all the efforts put in during the surgeries, its a welcome note for our family. Morethan anyone else in the world, a mother sacrifice to her child is the most precious and incomparable god has given to the mankind.
Saturday, January 16, 2021
Light at the end of Tunnel
It was tired day, with all the journey in the past couple of days, had a very good sleep on my first day in Saskatoon. It was sunny day. I was not allowed to go outside of my room. So, one of my friends helped me getting all the required things to survive for those 14 days. He just dropped at the front door and I picked up the things and moved straight to my room without even moving my head sidewards. This guy from Punjab,India was staying in that airbnb for almost 7 months. We had a brief discussion on the life here is and would be and how difficult it is to secure a job. He has given an a lot failed attempts and has a very negative opinion on Canada and would imbibe in me the same thoughts all over again and again. But I was so pumped up and would not consider those negativity touch the tip of my fingers. I just told my self, everything will be fine. Every other day in the evening, there would be the police vehicle sirens all around the street. I was told the property I took on lease is in west side of the city where most of the natives and first nations reside and create all sorts of havoc around the community.
One day my live on partner banged my door at 10.30 p.m scared the hell out of me to leave the house or the govenrment authorities would come and take you for a hefty fine of $75000 for violationg the state's quarantine rules. My heart was sinking down underneath ground. Sweating like hell. Legs shaking and probably I would have just pissed in my pants. The rule says " the person should be in self isolation for 14 days with out any contact with the outside world, or should not be residing with the elderly people and people with pre existing medical conditions". Just my 4th day in the country, surviving finacial distress, he has thrown a missile on my mind. I was blank. No idea what to do. What if a officer comes to me and says, you have violated the law. What if I get deported. What if they ask me to pay the amount. What if my hand cuffed dragging me to the prison. I should have booked a saperate room. I should not have thought about the discounts this property was offering. With all these thoughts showing up one after the other, I was asleep.
The next day, on looking at his sarcastic smile, I thought I offered myself to him to fuck me hard. I browsed the quarantine rules and read throughly and made him understand but still he insists me of taking another room or relocate to somewhere else. I was reluctant. On my 12th day of quarantine plan, a lady police officer, dressed in black, with a pistol on the side of the waist, looked damn hot like those in the movies, asked my name. I was just staring at that hot lady. On asking for the second time, I came back to my senses, handed over my passport, asked about my health condition and disappered like a thunder. More than me, the punjabi guy was relaxed and I took a deep breath wanted to show this guy my middle finger and shout out loud " FUCK OFF". After 14 days, I wanted to move out of this place, relocated to one of my friend's room on the east where most of the Gujarati community resides. I spent alomost 4 weeks in the house. I occupied the the living room. I secured a job very quickly in a restaurant. That was a quick service restaurant. They did train people in every aspect. I was trained in chopping vegetables. Sorting out the raw non-vegetarian(NV). NV was against my principles and ethics. But I dont have choice. I worked there for about 4 days without any pay and switched over my job to a call center which was work from home.
My initial days travelling by bus, looking around the city, the malls, people, in all I missed my better half throughly. Even for a 2 min walk to grocery in India, we used to go together. Now I'm all alone.
I shifted to a new house on sharing accomodation with Indian people as my previous roomate was moving out of province and wanted to get away with the apartment. So, here I'm, in my new house, shared with 2 other people, located to all the groceries and medical walkby. Started my call centre job, undergoing training, receiving calls, jotting down the case notes, made some mistakes, hanged up the calls intentionally, it was all fun. Continued the job for about 3 months and bought a pre owned Mazda make 2 Lit. automatic sedan car which I made money from the call center. Learning car in a new country was entirely a new challenge in which my landlord from Pakistan helped me alot. They taught me how to drive. where to stop and where no to stop. They were the ones who made me drive confidently. All credit goes to them. They are so nice and warm. They helped me going to a department store, purchasing the daily needs, taking me to the food bank where food is available for free, helping me select the right car, in almost everything.
I did two jobs. Day job was the call center and the night one being the sales associate in a reputed convenience store for three days in a week from 12 a.m to 7 a.m. It was tough. Taking an hour break, switching over to my call center job. Since this was a remote work, I had taken advantage of sleeping sitting before the desktop during our training sesions. There were many frustrated days thinking of the job I was doing against my education, against my experience back home, against my expectations before arrival. I got so deeply hurt getting to know the fact that the employers wanted Canadian experienced employees. How the heck one should one fullfil this requirement? I kept applying for jobs. Finnally I saw a light at the end of the tunnel securing a job in an electronics manfacturing field with a decent pay good enough for myself. I was happy.
One day my live on partner banged my door at 10.30 p.m scared the hell out of me to leave the house or the govenrment authorities would come and take you for a hefty fine of $75000 for violationg the state's quarantine rules. My heart was sinking down underneath ground. Sweating like hell. Legs shaking and probably I would have just pissed in my pants. The rule says " the person should be in self isolation for 14 days with out any contact with the outside world, or should not be residing with the elderly people and people with pre existing medical conditions". Just my 4th day in the country, surviving finacial distress, he has thrown a missile on my mind. I was blank. No idea what to do. What if a officer comes to me and says, you have violated the law. What if I get deported. What if they ask me to pay the amount. What if my hand cuffed dragging me to the prison. I should have booked a saperate room. I should not have thought about the discounts this property was offering. With all these thoughts showing up one after the other, I was asleep.
The next day, on looking at his sarcastic smile, I thought I offered myself to him to fuck me hard. I browsed the quarantine rules and read throughly and made him understand but still he insists me of taking another room or relocate to somewhere else. I was reluctant. On my 12th day of quarantine plan, a lady police officer, dressed in black, with a pistol on the side of the waist, looked damn hot like those in the movies, asked my name. I was just staring at that hot lady. On asking for the second time, I came back to my senses, handed over my passport, asked about my health condition and disappered like a thunder. More than me, the punjabi guy was relaxed and I took a deep breath wanted to show this guy my middle finger and shout out loud " FUCK OFF". After 14 days, I wanted to move out of this place, relocated to one of my friend's room on the east where most of the Gujarati community resides. I spent alomost 4 weeks in the house. I occupied the the living room. I secured a job very quickly in a restaurant. That was a quick service restaurant. They did train people in every aspect. I was trained in chopping vegetables. Sorting out the raw non-vegetarian(NV). NV was against my principles and ethics. But I dont have choice. I worked there for about 4 days without any pay and switched over my job to a call center which was work from home.
My initial days travelling by bus, looking around the city, the malls, people, in all I missed my better half throughly. Even for a 2 min walk to grocery in India, we used to go together. Now I'm all alone.
I shifted to a new house on sharing accomodation with Indian people as my previous roomate was moving out of province and wanted to get away with the apartment. So, here I'm, in my new house, shared with 2 other people, located to all the groceries and medical walkby. Started my call centre job, undergoing training, receiving calls, jotting down the case notes, made some mistakes, hanged up the calls intentionally, it was all fun. Continued the job for about 3 months and bought a pre owned Mazda make 2 Lit. automatic sedan car which I made money from the call center. Learning car in a new country was entirely a new challenge in which my landlord from Pakistan helped me alot. They taught me how to drive. where to stop and where no to stop. They were the ones who made me drive confidently. All credit goes to them. They are so nice and warm. They helped me going to a department store, purchasing the daily needs, taking me to the food bank where food is available for free, helping me select the right car, in almost everything.
I did two jobs. Day job was the call center and the night one being the sales associate in a reputed convenience store for three days in a week from 12 a.m to 7 a.m. It was tough. Taking an hour break, switching over to my call center job. Since this was a remote work, I had taken advantage of sleeping sitting before the desktop during our training sesions. There were many frustrated days thinking of the job I was doing against my education, against my experience back home, against my expectations before arrival. I got so deeply hurt getting to know the fact that the employers wanted Canadian experienced employees. How the heck one should one fullfil this requirement? I kept applying for jobs. Finnally I saw a light at the end of the tunnel securing a job in an electronics manfacturing field with a decent pay good enough for myself. I was happy.
Saturday, January 9, 2021
Maple Leaf
Before landing in the country of Maple Leaf, Canada, we along with family made sure we visted to all gods and temples to complete our vow.
Have taken the flight from Hyderabad-New Delhi-Toronto on 9th June 2020. Traveling amidst the Corona Virus made me take all the necessary precautions. Have checked in my baggage at Hyderabad airport and boarded the flight for Delhi. A layover of about 8 hrs and then boarded a flight to Toronto. On entering the flight, there were no signs of social distancing. I wore a N95 mask all through out the journey and a transperant plastic face shield. I've submitted A duly signed paper, before boarding, which says the Airline is not responsible for any kind of covid symptoms and shall deboard the flight immediately and the cost shall be borne by the passenger. There were a group of passengers, probably heading to China, dressed in white apron from top to toe shielding from virus attack. I look around the airport and the passengers, spraying all over the seating places, rubbing theirs palms with sanitizers, it was wierd but it is the new normal.
As I reached my seat in flight, I see a zip lock bag with some chips, chocolates, fruit drinks and sandwich. Indirectly it says, stop calling the crew members for any snaks and drinks you moron! So, my dream of having wine is gone for a toss. During the entire 16 hrs of journey, I had'nt had taken any food or drink as I know that would create huge pressure in my intestines which would burst out like a volcano. I saw, from my window seat, the city lights twinkling like stars, thinking of all the dramatic changes to the initial plan and slowly slipped to sleep. Sleeping with a mask and face shield was a challenge in itself. But that's the new normal. When I woke up, I saw the beautiful clouds passing by. By the time I landed in Toronto, it was around 6 a.m and very soon I was in line for my turn at the immigration cell.
After waiting for almost an hour, I did show my passport, my COPR(Confirmation Of Permanent Residence) document, my address and clarified about my 14 day quarantine plan. My COPR document was stamped and I was told would receive my PR card in 3 months by mail. My plan was to stay at the aiport since my connecting to my city, Saskatoon, was on the following day. But, due to covid restrictions, passengers were not allowed inside the airport. So, I headed towards a nearby hotel by taxi. Just for a night, I paid about $260. My first spending in CAD in a new nation. It was hard to digest the amount on the very first day. I got refreshed after a long flight, had a very good sleep. Woke up the next day early morning, arranged a taxi and was getting all the luggage to downstairs from thr 2nd floor. Unlike in India, there's no one to help you. I took two iterations for all this and meanwhile the taxi driver was waiting and I was late by about 5 min. He got pissed off and said to me" look out for other taxi. Im getting late." I then understood, here in Canada 'Time is Money'.
As I entered the domestic flight lobby, the lady on the counter asked me to pay some $900 as the previous transaction of the credit card did not go through. My second heart stroke on the second day. I left with no other choice but to follow her. In an hour I boarded the flight. 3.5 hrs of journey, I saw myself in Saskatoon, my destination. It was a sunny day. Took a taxi to the hotel where my quarantine plan was scheduled. A guy who was staying there, as this is air bnb accomodation, drops a bombshell making me sleepless nights for the rest of the quarantine plan.
Have taken the flight from Hyderabad-New Delhi-Toronto on 9th June 2020. Traveling amidst the Corona Virus made me take all the necessary precautions. Have checked in my baggage at Hyderabad airport and boarded the flight for Delhi. A layover of about 8 hrs and then boarded a flight to Toronto. On entering the flight, there were no signs of social distancing. I wore a N95 mask all through out the journey and a transperant plastic face shield. I've submitted A duly signed paper, before boarding, which says the Airline is not responsible for any kind of covid symptoms and shall deboard the flight immediately and the cost shall be borne by the passenger. There were a group of passengers, probably heading to China, dressed in white apron from top to toe shielding from virus attack. I look around the airport and the passengers, spraying all over the seating places, rubbing theirs palms with sanitizers, it was wierd but it is the new normal.
As I reached my seat in flight, I see a zip lock bag with some chips, chocolates, fruit drinks and sandwich. Indirectly it says, stop calling the crew members for any snaks and drinks you moron! So, my dream of having wine is gone for a toss. During the entire 16 hrs of journey, I had'nt had taken any food or drink as I know that would create huge pressure in my intestines which would burst out like a volcano. I saw, from my window seat, the city lights twinkling like stars, thinking of all the dramatic changes to the initial plan and slowly slipped to sleep. Sleeping with a mask and face shield was a challenge in itself. But that's the new normal. When I woke up, I saw the beautiful clouds passing by. By the time I landed in Toronto, it was around 6 a.m and very soon I was in line for my turn at the immigration cell.
After waiting for almost an hour, I did show my passport, my COPR(Confirmation Of Permanent Residence) document, my address and clarified about my 14 day quarantine plan. My COPR document was stamped and I was told would receive my PR card in 3 months by mail. My plan was to stay at the aiport since my connecting to my city, Saskatoon, was on the following day. But, due to covid restrictions, passengers were not allowed inside the airport. So, I headed towards a nearby hotel by taxi. Just for a night, I paid about $260. My first spending in CAD in a new nation. It was hard to digest the amount on the very first day. I got refreshed after a long flight, had a very good sleep. Woke up the next day early morning, arranged a taxi and was getting all the luggage to downstairs from thr 2nd floor. Unlike in India, there's no one to help you. I took two iterations for all this and meanwhile the taxi driver was waiting and I was late by about 5 min. He got pissed off and said to me" look out for other taxi. Im getting late." I then understood, here in Canada 'Time is Money'.
As I entered the domestic flight lobby, the lady on the counter asked me to pay some $900 as the previous transaction of the credit card did not go through. My second heart stroke on the second day. I left with no other choice but to follow her. In an hour I boarded the flight. 3.5 hrs of journey, I saw myself in Saskatoon, my destination. It was a sunny day. Took a taxi to the hotel where my quarantine plan was scheduled. A guy who was staying there, as this is air bnb accomodation, drops a bombshell making me sleepless nights for the rest of the quarantine plan.
Friday, January 1, 2021
IVF, Pandemic, . Its an epic.
The stock markets across the globe started crashing. Global economy started down fall. Businesses came to an halt. Most of them defaulted. International flights stopped. No public out on streets. Fears everywhere. Death rate hovering to the peaks. Hospitals were more than the capacity. Doctors were not in a position to operate patients. Even if they do, clueless on the right medication. Job crisis at historical highs. All this is not because of war between nations. No border conflict issues. No race to take over Mars. Just a small virus.
Yes. A virus created such a havoc across the world with no positive news. We were shopping frenzy to Canada when the news hit on the TV's and our flight was cancelled just a week before scheduled. Goverment decided to stop evrything. From railways to brick and motor stores. From Flights to movie theatres. From supermarkets to companies. The country was in Lockdown. Its the same with all global economies around the globe. Just a small virus with origins from China and the fact that it is being hidden from rest of the world created a deep crisis which can never be compensated. The word positive created a real pain in the ass.
Personally I was devastated. All my plans shattered. There's nothing in our hands. Sitting at home. spending hours together sticking to the TV to hear any positive news on the Pandemic. I had some quality time spent with my family after a very long time. Roof gardening, learning some spiritual songs, morning walks, some cricket with my wife, playing cards, relishing some authentic home made dishes. This was my daily activity. During nights, where the city was hell of noise and air pollution, I sensed an absolute paper drop silence. This was the time we decided to plan for kids again as there is high uncertainity on when we are gonna land in Canada and we dont wanna delay further. So my wife fed me with banana and chocolate shake as if I'm gonna enter the boxing ring with all my muscles bumping up. So here we are in the March experimenting with all kind of angles to hit the bulls eys.
The following month, we have consulted our family doctor and they suggested to go for IVF. On entering the IVF hospital, there were quite a few patients in the lobby. We males are looking at each other as if we had some telepathy, oh! even you did not hit the bulls eye. Looks like we were on the same boat with our own rudder in hands. And then I grinned, why the heck should I care. We were headed to the doctor's cabin. She explained the process and the bottom line was "you will not get normal pregnancy". We both looked at each others face as if we made some crime and wanna run out of this semen bank. She then said the cost of the complete package will be explained to you in another room. The lady in another room started explaining the details of how long does this take, how often we need to visit, what is the installment payments and every other details. They just wanna suck us into this trap which we may never come out and loosing our hard earned money on this crapy thing.
We gave it a thought after coming home. Spoke to few of our friends and relatives. We decided not to go for IVF and out of vengeance towards the doctor's words quoted above, my performance levels, day in day out, doubled with taking more of shakes and fruits. During lockdown, helping the poor and the disabled provide food was a relief to my house arrest. It was in May that the government decided to start international flights and we were lucky enough to get 2 tickets to Canada through VandeBharat(Air India rescue flights to bring back stranded Indians) flights for June 9th 2020.
If everything goes as planned we would call overselves GOD. It was only then when my better half visited the doctor and confirmed the news that she is carrying and been 4 weeks then. Everthing has changes in just an hour. Literally, my mind was not in a state to accept I go alone to Canada. Bags were packed. Got all the required documents. Loaded my international forex card on 11th hour. On the last day, we both hugged. kissed. Cried. Next morning, out of no where she touched my feet. Final adieu to my beloved ones.
Yes. A virus created such a havoc across the world with no positive news. We were shopping frenzy to Canada when the news hit on the TV's and our flight was cancelled just a week before scheduled. Goverment decided to stop evrything. From railways to brick and motor stores. From Flights to movie theatres. From supermarkets to companies. The country was in Lockdown. Its the same with all global economies around the globe. Just a small virus with origins from China and the fact that it is being hidden from rest of the world created a deep crisis which can never be compensated. The word positive created a real pain in the ass.
Personally I was devastated. All my plans shattered. There's nothing in our hands. Sitting at home. spending hours together sticking to the TV to hear any positive news on the Pandemic. I had some quality time spent with my family after a very long time. Roof gardening, learning some spiritual songs, morning walks, some cricket with my wife, playing cards, relishing some authentic home made dishes. This was my daily activity. During nights, where the city was hell of noise and air pollution, I sensed an absolute paper drop silence. This was the time we decided to plan for kids again as there is high uncertainity on when we are gonna land in Canada and we dont wanna delay further. So my wife fed me with banana and chocolate shake as if I'm gonna enter the boxing ring with all my muscles bumping up. So here we are in the March experimenting with all kind of angles to hit the bulls eys.
The following month, we have consulted our family doctor and they suggested to go for IVF. On entering the IVF hospital, there were quite a few patients in the lobby. We males are looking at each other as if we had some telepathy, oh! even you did not hit the bulls eye. Looks like we were on the same boat with our own rudder in hands. And then I grinned, why the heck should I care. We were headed to the doctor's cabin. She explained the process and the bottom line was "you will not get normal pregnancy". We both looked at each others face as if we made some crime and wanna run out of this semen bank. She then said the cost of the complete package will be explained to you in another room. The lady in another room started explaining the details of how long does this take, how often we need to visit, what is the installment payments and every other details. They just wanna suck us into this trap which we may never come out and loosing our hard earned money on this crapy thing.
We gave it a thought after coming home. Spoke to few of our friends and relatives. We decided not to go for IVF and out of vengeance towards the doctor's words quoted above, my performance levels, day in day out, doubled with taking more of shakes and fruits. During lockdown, helping the poor and the disabled provide food was a relief to my house arrest. It was in May that the government decided to start international flights and we were lucky enough to get 2 tickets to Canada through VandeBharat(Air India rescue flights to bring back stranded Indians) flights for June 9th 2020.
If everything goes as planned we would call overselves GOD. It was only then when my better half visited the doctor and confirmed the news that she is carrying and been 4 weeks then. Everthing has changes in just an hour. Literally, my mind was not in a state to accept I go alone to Canada. Bags were packed. Got all the required documents. Loaded my international forex card on 11th hour. On the last day, we both hugged. kissed. Cried. Next morning, out of no where she touched my feet. Final adieu to my beloved ones.
Taking Pride
Interviewer : Tell me about yourself.
Me : uttered some story.
Int: Will you be able to relocate to remote location?
Me : Yes
Int: What are your salary expectations?
Me: 20% hike on current CTC.
Int: We cannot offer you so high salary.
Me: Downgraded to 15%.
Int: We can offer you 15% cut on your current CTC.
Me: Just thought to my self "Fuck Off You Assole".
This was one of my interview shots out of many. When you have a gap on your resume, everyone looks at you like a shit. Just dont know how to get on with my jobless days, have utilised this time making trips to temples. Then again on one fine day, there comes a good news. I was offered for heading a plant in Bhiwandi,Maharastra in one of the most trusted brands of India, Nilkamal.
Visisted Lucknow for one of my friend's marriage. We both were roommates during my first company days. He has come to my marriage. So as a typical Indian mind, it is my obligation to give it back. There we are in the middle of a north Indian marriage with all the music, reverberating through the streets, their relatives were so surprised to see us and complimented our pair. During our bus journey from the grooms's place to the hall, we have had good friend's with all of his cousins. They really took care of us. Everyone behaved well mannered. Post marriage, we had taken a day off from the marriage noises and went on to look at the city. We visted few of the Moguls built forts, parks and a riding on a water boat. Enjoyed every bit of it thoroughly.
I've joined the company on March 13th in their corporate office in Andheri. Building was very big with all of the departments working here and controlling the plant operations pan India. My stay was in the company's guest house and headed to the Bhiwandi Plant the next day along with the HR and the Vice President - Operations. The company was built in a godown following all the safety protocols. The team was young. In no time I took charge of the plant operations completely. Management was happy with the performance. Life going good. Actually better. Leaving the company on time and spending some quality time with my family made me forget of all those hard times I faced. This was when we wanted to go for kids as there was no updates on my Canada PR.
My wife missed her monthly cycle and this was when we discovered the egg got stuck in one of the falopian tubes and has to be removed on war foot basis. This is the second encounter to hospital. Booked a flight to Hyderbad the next day morning, went to the hospital directly and after examining all the reports, doctor suggested for cutting off the falopian tube. Which means, the chances of getting normal pregnancy was down by 50%. She was taken to the theatre, operated for about 2 hrs. This was again a matter of life and death. How the hell did she endured all the pain all these days? How the hell did she manage to visit the doctor and the CT scan in Bombay all by herself? How the hell did she not loose courage ans stayed strong all through? These were many of the questions running through my mind.
Luckily this time, I got the health card activated and numerous call to my health advisor, the bill amount from my pocket was just Rs.6000. Doctor suggested not to plan for kids for the next 3 months. So, for me it was like going on for a diet on 90 days. With absolutely no terms and conditions. I was back to my work in 2 days. This is the worst part. When you take care of your health, there is something which cannot be controlled and hits you hard. My wife has taken extreme care with no drinks, no junk food and yet her body was taken for a toll.
The good news of my PR approval to Canada has bee the shine in the dark, after a long two years of our sincere efforts. There were no limits to ur joy. Tears rolling off. Time to sign off from this company as well. By the time I resigned, the company's inventory value reduced, NPA reduced to great extent, Production no.s increased and the serviceability increased as well. I was proud of myself turning a chaos plant into a systematic run plant.
Before landing in Canada, We wanted to treat ourselves a good party and this time its "Goa". It was treat for Canada. It was treat for our anniversary. It was a treat for our final days in India. Boozing on pool side, roaming around, watching girls in bikinis, beaching, paragliding and what not. Goa is actually an out of country experience with most of residents from abroad, sign boards in russian language, foreigners setting up businesses here. That was fabulous. After all this, we took an oath to visit again with kids. We returned to our hometown and booked 2 tickets to Canada on March 31 and then the whole world came to end in just matter of days.
This was one of my interview shots out of many. When you have a gap on your resume, everyone looks at you like a shit. Just dont know how to get on with my jobless days, have utilised this time making trips to temples. Then again on one fine day, there comes a good news. I was offered for heading a plant in Bhiwandi,Maharastra in one of the most trusted brands of India, Nilkamal.
Visisted Lucknow for one of my friend's marriage. We both were roommates during my first company days. He has come to my marriage. So as a typical Indian mind, it is my obligation to give it back. There we are in the middle of a north Indian marriage with all the music, reverberating through the streets, their relatives were so surprised to see us and complimented our pair. During our bus journey from the grooms's place to the hall, we have had good friend's with all of his cousins. They really took care of us. Everyone behaved well mannered. Post marriage, we had taken a day off from the marriage noises and went on to look at the city. We visted few of the Moguls built forts, parks and a riding on a water boat. Enjoyed every bit of it thoroughly.
I've joined the company on March 13th in their corporate office in Andheri. Building was very big with all of the departments working here and controlling the plant operations pan India. My stay was in the company's guest house and headed to the Bhiwandi Plant the next day along with the HR and the Vice President - Operations. The company was built in a godown following all the safety protocols. The team was young. In no time I took charge of the plant operations completely. Management was happy with the performance. Life going good. Actually better. Leaving the company on time and spending some quality time with my family made me forget of all those hard times I faced. This was when we wanted to go for kids as there was no updates on my Canada PR.
My wife missed her monthly cycle and this was when we discovered the egg got stuck in one of the falopian tubes and has to be removed on war foot basis. This is the second encounter to hospital. Booked a flight to Hyderbad the next day morning, went to the hospital directly and after examining all the reports, doctor suggested for cutting off the falopian tube. Which means, the chances of getting normal pregnancy was down by 50%. She was taken to the theatre, operated for about 2 hrs. This was again a matter of life and death. How the hell did she endured all the pain all these days? How the hell did she manage to visit the doctor and the CT scan in Bombay all by herself? How the hell did she not loose courage ans stayed strong all through? These were many of the questions running through my mind.
Luckily this time, I got the health card activated and numerous call to my health advisor, the bill amount from my pocket was just Rs.6000. Doctor suggested not to plan for kids for the next 3 months. So, for me it was like going on for a diet on 90 days. With absolutely no terms and conditions. I was back to my work in 2 days. This is the worst part. When you take care of your health, there is something which cannot be controlled and hits you hard. My wife has taken extreme care with no drinks, no junk food and yet her body was taken for a toll.
The good news of my PR approval to Canada has bee the shine in the dark, after a long two years of our sincere efforts. There were no limits to ur joy. Tears rolling off. Time to sign off from this company as well. By the time I resigned, the company's inventory value reduced, NPA reduced to great extent, Production no.s increased and the serviceability increased as well. I was proud of myself turning a chaos plant into a systematic run plant.
Before landing in Canada, We wanted to treat ourselves a good party and this time its "Goa". It was treat for Canada. It was treat for our anniversary. It was a treat for our final days in India. Boozing on pool side, roaming around, watching girls in bikinis, beaching, paragliding and what not. Goa is actually an out of country experience with most of residents from abroad, sign boards in russian language, foreigners setting up businesses here. That was fabulous. After all this, we took an oath to visit again with kids. We returned to our hometown and booked 2 tickets to Canada on March 31 and then the whole world came to end in just matter of days.
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Rolling Stone & Canada
My third company in Hyderabad was into making of Automated Meter Readings(AMR's) which has a very very small manufacturing set up in a 3 floor building converting a nice home into an electronic manufacturing. My first day, my blood rushed to high peaks of converting this nano company into atleast a micro. As I owe them the gratitude of offering me a job offer during crisis.
I hardly understood anything in the process. But gradually, I learnt the parts go into it. Spoke to the vendors for quick deliveries and negoiated on the volume discounts. Understoof the process of purchasing and electronics industry. I was giving my best shot to the company but I very quickly found that the management and the directors of the company don't have sufficient funds to run the business and inturn delaying employee salaries. Delayed for upto to months together. Even then I worked in the interest of the company.
On personal front, I was doing okay. My wife started working to compensate the household expenses. On one bad morning, she started getting severe stomach ache and when taken to the doctors, they pulled out the scan reports which stated she has fibroids, small tumors in the uterus, and has to be taken care of immediately. This has blown off my mind. Doctors scared us so much that it was like "now or never". This was first encounter with the corporate hospitals. We both were frightened. Informed our angles, our beloved parents. With the help of our family doctors, she was taken to a room wherein she was lying for overnight to get prepared for the operation next day. The surgery took about 2 hrs. Doctors have removed all the fibroids performing laproscopic myomectomy. This was the most disturbing part in our lives after marriage. She has lost weight post surgery. She has to be extremely careful while walking. No bending,carry heavy weights and no strides at all.
My pockets were empty for paying the hospital bills. I just have close to a lac which was not enough to cover up the expenses. Hospitals suck your hard earned money especially when you do not have a health policy in place. I sold few of my stocks which gave me an oxygen of about 50k. Then I got some money from one of my uncle's and my sister from States. This was very difficult time. Professionaly it was not encouraging. I could'nt take it anymore. I quit the company again with out having a backup plan. It was then when we bith us together discussed and rolled out our business selling ladies garments from our house. We had those leggings sourced from Tiruppur, Tamilnadu, from one of my friends. Then we had stock of kalamkari sarees, dress material and kurta pyjamas. I ran shop to shop to market the leggings. From one end of the city to other. We got few orders. We supplied them. But everyone wants on credit which I cannot afford at that time. We are making reasonal money.
One day from one of our acquaintances, we discovered the permanent resident for Canada is easy and we got into the details with one of the consultancies. We have decided to go for it and I gave IELTS with a score of 6.5. Proceeded with all the documents and process with no hopes of getting any close to it.
After a gap of nearly six months, I landed another job in a mattress making company where I was incharge of the production. Life was going good again. We got a good news that my profile has been selected for the Canada PR. Due to long distance travel to work, have managed learning car and used to commute by car. We were so much confused over planning for kids in India or in Canada. Personally I wanted to have it in India as this would be her first time and she has to be taken care of.
On professional front, I used to be very busy, coming late home, tired and drifting to sleep in 5 min. Once the marriage is done, there will be a mounting pressure fom parents to become grand parents. Every phone call to my mom, she asks only one question for which I really do not have answer. Every month, she asks for my wife if she has mensus. She tried explaining me how complicated it would be if we keep on delaying for kids. She explains me how the planning should be if we wanna go for a second child. She literally persuaded me to go for kids asap. After every mensus cycle she would ask me if we made love and would wait for another cycle to hear the happy news. It was'nt just my mom but every relative whom we talk over phone, whom we visted on weekends. If my wife gained a bit if weight and wore loose tops/kurtas the instant question is: are you conceived? Everybody was "in persuit of an answer".
By the time I was sure of the Canadian PR, I again quit my job hoping to receive the final PR in just couple of months.But it was taking more time than I anticipated and again I was back to square one. In just three years I rolled over 3 times to various companies. But all through this, my wife stood by me like rock solid. I'm very lucky to have her in my life. There's no frame in my life without her.
I hardly understood anything in the process. But gradually, I learnt the parts go into it. Spoke to the vendors for quick deliveries and negoiated on the volume discounts. Understoof the process of purchasing and electronics industry. I was giving my best shot to the company but I very quickly found that the management and the directors of the company don't have sufficient funds to run the business and inturn delaying employee salaries. Delayed for upto to months together. Even then I worked in the interest of the company.
On personal front, I was doing okay. My wife started working to compensate the household expenses. On one bad morning, she started getting severe stomach ache and when taken to the doctors, they pulled out the scan reports which stated she has fibroids, small tumors in the uterus, and has to be taken care of immediately. This has blown off my mind. Doctors scared us so much that it was like "now or never". This was first encounter with the corporate hospitals. We both were frightened. Informed our angles, our beloved parents. With the help of our family doctors, she was taken to a room wherein she was lying for overnight to get prepared for the operation next day. The surgery took about 2 hrs. Doctors have removed all the fibroids performing laproscopic myomectomy. This was the most disturbing part in our lives after marriage. She has lost weight post surgery. She has to be extremely careful while walking. No bending,carry heavy weights and no strides at all.
My pockets were empty for paying the hospital bills. I just have close to a lac which was not enough to cover up the expenses. Hospitals suck your hard earned money especially when you do not have a health policy in place. I sold few of my stocks which gave me an oxygen of about 50k. Then I got some money from one of my uncle's and my sister from States. This was very difficult time. Professionaly it was not encouraging. I could'nt take it anymore. I quit the company again with out having a backup plan. It was then when we bith us together discussed and rolled out our business selling ladies garments from our house. We had those leggings sourced from Tiruppur, Tamilnadu, from one of my friends. Then we had stock of kalamkari sarees, dress material and kurta pyjamas. I ran shop to shop to market the leggings. From one end of the city to other. We got few orders. We supplied them. But everyone wants on credit which I cannot afford at that time. We are making reasonal money.
One day from one of our acquaintances, we discovered the permanent resident for Canada is easy and we got into the details with one of the consultancies. We have decided to go for it and I gave IELTS with a score of 6.5. Proceeded with all the documents and process with no hopes of getting any close to it.
After a gap of nearly six months, I landed another job in a mattress making company where I was incharge of the production. Life was going good again. We got a good news that my profile has been selected for the Canada PR. Due to long distance travel to work, have managed learning car and used to commute by car. We were so much confused over planning for kids in India or in Canada. Personally I wanted to have it in India as this would be her first time and she has to be taken care of.
On professional front, I used to be very busy, coming late home, tired and drifting to sleep in 5 min. Once the marriage is done, there will be a mounting pressure fom parents to become grand parents. Every phone call to my mom, she asks only one question for which I really do not have answer. Every month, she asks for my wife if she has mensus. She tried explaining me how complicated it would be if we keep on delaying for kids. She explains me how the planning should be if we wanna go for a second child. She literally persuaded me to go for kids asap. After every mensus cycle she would ask me if we made love and would wait for another cycle to hear the happy news. It was'nt just my mom but every relative whom we talk over phone, whom we visted on weekends. If my wife gained a bit if weight and wore loose tops/kurtas the instant question is: are you conceived? Everybody was "in persuit of an answer".
By the time I was sure of the Canadian PR, I again quit my job hoping to receive the final PR in just couple of months.But it was taking more time than I anticipated and again I was back to square one. In just three years I rolled over 3 times to various companies. But all through this, my wife stood by me like rock solid. I'm very lucky to have her in my life. There's no frame in my life without her.
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Hosur Dairies
My bride, tied up in a red and green saree with jasmine flowers buckled up in her tied up hair holding a glass of milk in her two smoothie like palms entering room on our first night. I was just eager to get a complete picture of top to toe made me more nervous and anxious.When the door clinged, my heart beating at some 200 kmph, blood levels rose, might be sugar levels as well, sweating like I was in Sahara desert with A.C turned on at 18. My legs shivering. My palms wet and soaking. As she stepped in the room, I was like a blown up baloon. She was wearing a normal kurta pyjama with no milk glass, no flowers and not even a naughty smile on face which I saw in movies over 1000 times since childhood.
When we made ourselves comfortable, aftersome chit chat I gave a ring for her thumb finger to extend my gratitude for choosing me in her life. For making a strong decision to change her family name. For coming to me leaving her parents and loved ones behind. For becoming my future. For stepping in my house as a daughter. The first thing I did was to lay my head on her warm lap. We talked alot. It was memory to cherish. Its been 5 years since then and still all those memories are echoing in my mind crystal clear.
By the time I was married, I had an offer letter from one of the competitors of my current company. I thought my wife could not get habituated here in Erode because of the difference in culture, language and on top it is a village. This was a costly mistake I made very drastically in my very early marriage days.
We moved to Hosur, 40 kms to Bangalore. The place is quiet diversed in culture, with most of the people from southern part of India and mainly we could communicate in Telugu, my mother tounge. Both of us were having a really good time. We used to visit Bangalore, watch movies, get dominos pizza over weekends with vodka. Life was pretty good. We both celebrated the festials together, made lot of wishes, and the thing in common was, God, please make sure all goes well. There were also moments where we both had verbal fights, did not talk to each other for few days, we did not quiet understood each other and parents from both sides used to interfere and made us understand the intricacies and delicacies of wife and husband relation.
There has been mounting pressure on professional side, where I was unable to meet the huge expectations from the management, all of them were keralites. I spent sleepless nights with the crisis of my job, was even thinking of going back to Erode and join my previous company. Things were not going as expected. My wife could'nt take all this. She prayed god. She beggeed him to show some light. She cried alot sitting alone. Finally Ive put my papers on the table. I resigned without having a back up job. All my well wishers suggested to come back to Hyderabad and start taking some software courses. I had no choice but to follow.
I felt like my life has been ripped apart. Torn into pieces. But my wife stood by my side. No matter where what how, I'm gonna be with you, she said. I felt like crying. She hold my hands strong. She kept on pushing me. motivating me. One of my uncle's has a small one room on the terrance of their three floor building in Banjara hills, one of the richest localities in Hyderabad. When me and wife saw the saw, she instantly with hesitation said she is gonna stay in there with me which has no proper lighting, no cieling fan, no attached washroom and no saperate kitchen. Just one small 150-200 sqft room. There's a saying. A real man's loyalty for his woman is checked when he has everything at his disposal and the real woman's loyalty is checked when her man has nothing left in his pockets. My woman not just held my hands but supported me all through for which I shall always be indebted to her.
Just as a ray lof light in darkness, I received a call from a very small company offering a job in their electronic manufacturing set up as a production manager. I was on cloud 9. No limits for my happiness. I quickly accepted the offer and joined the company on 1st Feb 2016 and only then I realized this joy would not last longer.
When we made ourselves comfortable, aftersome chit chat I gave a ring for her thumb finger to extend my gratitude for choosing me in her life. For making a strong decision to change her family name. For coming to me leaving her parents and loved ones behind. For becoming my future. For stepping in my house as a daughter. The first thing I did was to lay my head on her warm lap. We talked alot. It was memory to cherish. Its been 5 years since then and still all those memories are echoing in my mind crystal clear.
By the time I was married, I had an offer letter from one of the competitors of my current company. I thought my wife could not get habituated here in Erode because of the difference in culture, language and on top it is a village. This was a costly mistake I made very drastically in my very early marriage days.
We moved to Hosur, 40 kms to Bangalore. The place is quiet diversed in culture, with most of the people from southern part of India and mainly we could communicate in Telugu, my mother tounge. Both of us were having a really good time. We used to visit Bangalore, watch movies, get dominos pizza over weekends with vodka. Life was pretty good. We both celebrated the festials together, made lot of wishes, and the thing in common was, God, please make sure all goes well. There were also moments where we both had verbal fights, did not talk to each other for few days, we did not quiet understood each other and parents from both sides used to interfere and made us understand the intricacies and delicacies of wife and husband relation.
There has been mounting pressure on professional side, where I was unable to meet the huge expectations from the management, all of them were keralites. I spent sleepless nights with the crisis of my job, was even thinking of going back to Erode and join my previous company. Things were not going as expected. My wife could'nt take all this. She prayed god. She beggeed him to show some light. She cried alot sitting alone. Finally Ive put my papers on the table. I resigned without having a back up job. All my well wishers suggested to come back to Hyderabad and start taking some software courses. I had no choice but to follow.
I felt like my life has been ripped apart. Torn into pieces. But my wife stood by my side. No matter where what how, I'm gonna be with you, she said. I felt like crying. She hold my hands strong. She kept on pushing me. motivating me. One of my uncle's has a small one room on the terrance of their three floor building in Banjara hills, one of the richest localities in Hyderabad. When me and wife saw the saw, she instantly with hesitation said she is gonna stay in there with me which has no proper lighting, no cieling fan, no attached washroom and no saperate kitchen. Just one small 150-200 sqft room. There's a saying. A real man's loyalty for his woman is checked when he has everything at his disposal and the real woman's loyalty is checked when her man has nothing left in his pockets. My woman not just held my hands but supported me all through for which I shall always be indebted to her.
Just as a ray lof light in darkness, I received a call from a very small company offering a job in their electronic manufacturing set up as a production manager. I was on cloud 9. No limits for my happiness. I quickly accepted the offer and joined the company on 1st Feb 2016 and only then I realized this joy would not last longer.
Monday, December 28, 2020
24-12-2015
T12345, T45678, T....., these were the common T codes which you can see scribling everywhere possible. No, that is not SAP related Transaction codes but related to the matrimony websites in sreach of a bride for me.
Attaining an age of 26 and 23 for boy and girl respectively makes Indian parents go sleepless nights and sometimes nightmares till the time they get married and I'm no different. There was quiet a lot of buzz going on with the girls photographs, their zodiac signs and the family background. I just a simple requirement. We should be making a good pair as in "made for each other". I've visited to couple of the prospective bride's house for a very casual and formal discussion. When parents of both side ask the prospective bride and groom to go to another room to get to know each other, it makes me very uncomfortable and nervous as well.
Then all those days, my mom was very excited and eager to know who shall be the lucky charm as the daugther-in-law, who can take responsibilities, who can live up to the expectations, who can imbibe in our family's traditions and culture. She had a vow to perform my marriage before i turn 30. This number to my mom is very alarming and intimidationg. The bride's market is so limited and dont wanna look for a grrom who's 30.She just wanna hit the bulls eye. On the other side, my dad, 62, was learning the art of astrology. Kudos to my dad who has the quest to learn something entirely a new subject at such an age. He learnt the basics so well that he used to tell the bride's parents right away, after asking the nakshatra & gotram, for a yellow, red or green lights.
On one fine day, my mom decided to stay with me at Erode for few days as she thinks I've become skinny and very soon my skeleton would be visible for a science fair. She wanna add some fats to my body. Together we had good time. I told her that I used to eat non-veg and now restained completely. I told her that I very occasionally take alcohol. It was when she received a call from back home that one of the tenants has occupied a commercial space and now not vacating the thing even after polite discussions. My mom's BP rose to the highest levels, blood boiling to the some 1000 C and was unable to sleep that night. She has decided to go back home the following cutting short the trip. I also wanted to go along her so that there should be nothing bad happening and everything under control.
By the time we reached our hometown, there were few discussions with the tenant and there was also a formal meeting on the table with the prospective bride at a temple on mutual agreed time. Since we both had a brief video talk, we know a bit of background about each other. After we had blessings from the temple diety, we sat under a tree on a cemented bench at the entrance of the temple. I talked a bit and I can see she was bit nervous talking to starngers. Conversation lasted for about 5 min may be. Out both families departed. I liked the girl. She liked me. Our families came together and the final date was decided for the auspicious ceremony, Dec 24th 2015.
Marriages are made in heaven does'nt need to be literally be that way. In my case, I was headed to my hometown for some other purpose and something else was destined to happen. We exchanged no.s and we spoke hours together. Texting. Sleepless nights. During work. During meetings. In canteen. This is a very strange feeling. I loved it. Love was all over the place. Marriage was indeed a huge responsibility. Unprepared and ready to face the challenge with a smile along with my better half.
We had a grand reception on Nov 21 2015 and the marriage date was fixed on Dec 15 2015. The marriage was pulled out in a very grandoise way. Held in a truly sounth Indian brahmin cultured style, me wearing just a white dhoti exposing my white skinny with a little flesh over my skeleton all through out the ceremony and my better half changed the costume couple of times. Since both the families are from the same place, Warangal and both of the families have a lot of common relatives, the hall was full with nearing about 1000 attendees. The stage was decorated with one of the most unique designs at the time. Till date many of our relatives talk about the extravaganza.
Attaining an age of 26 and 23 for boy and girl respectively makes Indian parents go sleepless nights and sometimes nightmares till the time they get married and I'm no different. There was quiet a lot of buzz going on with the girls photographs, their zodiac signs and the family background. I just a simple requirement. We should be making a good pair as in "made for each other". I've visited to couple of the prospective bride's house for a very casual and formal discussion. When parents of both side ask the prospective bride and groom to go to another room to get to know each other, it makes me very uncomfortable and nervous as well.
Then all those days, my mom was very excited and eager to know who shall be the lucky charm as the daugther-in-law, who can take responsibilities, who can live up to the expectations, who can imbibe in our family's traditions and culture. She had a vow to perform my marriage before i turn 30. This number to my mom is very alarming and intimidationg. The bride's market is so limited and dont wanna look for a grrom who's 30.She just wanna hit the bulls eye. On the other side, my dad, 62, was learning the art of astrology. Kudos to my dad who has the quest to learn something entirely a new subject at such an age. He learnt the basics so well that he used to tell the bride's parents right away, after asking the nakshatra & gotram, for a yellow, red or green lights.
On one fine day, my mom decided to stay with me at Erode for few days as she thinks I've become skinny and very soon my skeleton would be visible for a science fair. She wanna add some fats to my body. Together we had good time. I told her that I used to eat non-veg and now restained completely. I told her that I very occasionally take alcohol. It was when she received a call from back home that one of the tenants has occupied a commercial space and now not vacating the thing even after polite discussions. My mom's BP rose to the highest levels, blood boiling to the some 1000 C and was unable to sleep that night. She has decided to go back home the following cutting short the trip. I also wanted to go along her so that there should be nothing bad happening and everything under control.
By the time we reached our hometown, there were few discussions with the tenant and there was also a formal meeting on the table with the prospective bride at a temple on mutual agreed time. Since we both had a brief video talk, we know a bit of background about each other. After we had blessings from the temple diety, we sat under a tree on a cemented bench at the entrance of the temple. I talked a bit and I can see she was bit nervous talking to starngers. Conversation lasted for about 5 min may be. Out both families departed. I liked the girl. She liked me. Our families came together and the final date was decided for the auspicious ceremony, Dec 24th 2015.
Marriages are made in heaven does'nt need to be literally be that way. In my case, I was headed to my hometown for some other purpose and something else was destined to happen. We exchanged no.s and we spoke hours together. Texting. Sleepless nights. During work. During meetings. In canteen. This is a very strange feeling. I loved it. Love was all over the place. Marriage was indeed a huge responsibility. Unprepared and ready to face the challenge with a smile along with my better half.
We had a grand reception on Nov 21 2015 and the marriage date was fixed on Dec 15 2015. The marriage was pulled out in a very grandoise way. Held in a truly sounth Indian brahmin cultured style, me wearing just a white dhoti exposing my white skinny with a little flesh over my skeleton all through out the ceremony and my better half changed the costume couple of times. Since both the families are from the same place, Warangal and both of the families have a lot of common relatives, the hall was full with nearing about 1000 attendees. The stage was decorated with one of the most unique designs at the time. Till date many of our relatives talk about the extravaganza.
Saturday, December 26, 2020
Road to Erode
Gap. The three letter word makes a lot of sense when recruiters look at the career gap which the candidate has due to various reasons. I totally understand now. After a long 8 years of gap I've started writing my blog again. There's a lot changed in my life, new goals to be fulfilled, new commitments and priorities changed. I gave it a though as in how and where should I start. Decided to start from where I stopped.
I'm gonna start my story in tits and bits, from what ever I can extract from my lil brain and jot it down here.
So I was having a very peacful journey with my professional life, have achieved a lot at very young age, managing the entire production floor, managing various behavioral issues with the workers and on top of that I had a made my mark in my first company Sheela Foam. I was transferred from Gr.noida to Erode plant on Oct 2012 where I was welcomed entirely by a new culture, new people and citizens of the country look like as it they are the brothers and sisters of coal. Everywhere it was written in Tamil which appears to me a bird scratching on the sign board. The way they take food also surprised me. People here would smash idli, break dosa into pieces, as if there is some championship titile for the most pieces smashed, pour sambar onto it and mix it throughyly with hands but like a grinder and take palmful of it to mouth. Smashing was not just limited to idli or dosa but extends for roti, pavbhaji and beyond your imagination. It then appeared to my mind that this country is as diversified as rainbow colors with each state has its own way of living, its way of culture and their own way of eating habits.
I took charge of the unit in the mattress division and started educating, training, hiring, people. Erode is located just at a very strategic location, 4 hrs by road to Kerala. 3 hrs by road to Bangalore, one of the main business for mattress. Initially I was unable to understand their language. I used to talk in hindi and English and in this part of the country is like greek and latin. It was very hard to get things done. Then I started talking butler english which very few people understood. Then eventually I learnt their language "Tamil" and I've got some of my best professiona career in terms of catering best services to our channel partners, fulfilling the requirements within the predefined service levels and also increasing the production capacity within the approved quality parameters. In some instances there were issues like the north vs south workers and sometimes it was murali vs the unit head narendran. I managed quite well with no conflicts. Made some changes to the existing way of working. I read somewhere that everything can be predicted in the world but the human behavior. It got geeply engrossed in my mind and since then on I handled like holding a blade with razor finish on both sides.
On personal front there was nothing to do much as I used to stay long after office hours and coming back to home, eating out and going to bed. This was my almost daily routine. I enjoyed those days thoroughly. When I call up my friends, they hang out on weekends, partying, dating. But for me, all this was a distant dream. I was on the hope, everything goes well. I've got some very good friends who were very supportive, very helpful and can arrive on call during emergency. I also got acquainted with a very good family who knew telugu and rechristined the head of the family as "Jangaon" uncle after a place nearby my hometown where he worked for quiet a long time. I have some memorable visits to the actual country side view of the place, lush green fields, flowing riviers, houses built with leaves and wood. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Sometimes when I look back, it appears to me that it was because of me the unit head was fired as I was not liking him the way I was getting treated. Talking in tamil in meetings, not giving importance to me and by passing me in my mattress divison made me act againt him which lead him to get fired when I outspoke against him with the top management. I would have been made the unit head now if I stick to that company. But there's something else in my destiny.
I was always looking for ways to get out of the company for a higher salary and get closer to a city from a remote location like Perundurai in Erode. Altogether I was more in managerial position by the time I quit from the company on Jan 2015.
Gap. "G"et "A"gain on "P"ath. After writing this blog, I've given a new definition. Gap in resumes should be considered as the looser is not the one who falls in the boxing ring but who fails to get up.
I'm gonna start my story in tits and bits, from what ever I can extract from my lil brain and jot it down here.
So I was having a very peacful journey with my professional life, have achieved a lot at very young age, managing the entire production floor, managing various behavioral issues with the workers and on top of that I had a made my mark in my first company Sheela Foam. I was transferred from Gr.noida to Erode plant on Oct 2012 where I was welcomed entirely by a new culture, new people and citizens of the country look like as it they are the brothers and sisters of coal. Everywhere it was written in Tamil which appears to me a bird scratching on the sign board. The way they take food also surprised me. People here would smash idli, break dosa into pieces, as if there is some championship titile for the most pieces smashed, pour sambar onto it and mix it throughyly with hands but like a grinder and take palmful of it to mouth. Smashing was not just limited to idli or dosa but extends for roti, pavbhaji and beyond your imagination. It then appeared to my mind that this country is as diversified as rainbow colors with each state has its own way of living, its way of culture and their own way of eating habits.
I took charge of the unit in the mattress division and started educating, training, hiring, people. Erode is located just at a very strategic location, 4 hrs by road to Kerala. 3 hrs by road to Bangalore, one of the main business for mattress. Initially I was unable to understand their language. I used to talk in hindi and English and in this part of the country is like greek and latin. It was very hard to get things done. Then I started talking butler english which very few people understood. Then eventually I learnt their language "Tamil" and I've got some of my best professiona career in terms of catering best services to our channel partners, fulfilling the requirements within the predefined service levels and also increasing the production capacity within the approved quality parameters. In some instances there were issues like the north vs south workers and sometimes it was murali vs the unit head narendran. I managed quite well with no conflicts. Made some changes to the existing way of working. I read somewhere that everything can be predicted in the world but the human behavior. It got geeply engrossed in my mind and since then on I handled like holding a blade with razor finish on both sides.
On personal front there was nothing to do much as I used to stay long after office hours and coming back to home, eating out and going to bed. This was my almost daily routine. I enjoyed those days thoroughly. When I call up my friends, they hang out on weekends, partying, dating. But for me, all this was a distant dream. I was on the hope, everything goes well. I've got some very good friends who were very supportive, very helpful and can arrive on call during emergency. I also got acquainted with a very good family who knew telugu and rechristined the head of the family as "Jangaon" uncle after a place nearby my hometown where he worked for quiet a long time. I have some memorable visits to the actual country side view of the place, lush green fields, flowing riviers, houses built with leaves and wood. I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Sometimes when I look back, it appears to me that it was because of me the unit head was fired as I was not liking him the way I was getting treated. Talking in tamil in meetings, not giving importance to me and by passing me in my mattress divison made me act againt him which lead him to get fired when I outspoke against him with the top management. I would have been made the unit head now if I stick to that company. But there's something else in my destiny.
I was always looking for ways to get out of the company for a higher salary and get closer to a city from a remote location like Perundurai in Erode. Altogether I was more in managerial position by the time I quit from the company on Jan 2015.
Gap. "G"et "A"gain on "P"ath. After writing this blog, I've given a new definition. Gap in resumes should be considered as the looser is not the one who falls in the boxing ring but who fails to get up.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Haridwar...masti ka dwar...
These days im not getting interest in blogs may be because of easily updating ur status on social networking sites or nothing interest goin on in my life.
My professional is as cool as my personal life is. No worries. No pressure. No schedules. One thing i like about my self is i dont take anything seriously. May be i should change the way i live but till now im happy.
Out of the routine life i thought of taking a ride from my life and making it more exciting and adventurous. Hence called on HARIDWAR/RISHIKESH trip. Till the last moment the trip was at the verge of cancellation. No one knows whoz in and whoz out. The members kept on changing. One was in and the other was out. But finally only 5 BOYZ and it was total fun with no discounts.
I enjoyed it thoroughly. At the beginning i was little bit skeptical as all around me were very new. I was odd man out. The fun started as we crossed ghaziabad and opened a whiskey bottle and drove all the way sub-consciously. Entered the land of lord of the lords SHIVA. All around the city saints with ash on their forehead, wearing orange color fabric. The evening visited for the aarti and took few dips in the holy river GANGA. That was the first time i took bath in such a chilling cold flowing water. It was amazing.
The next day headed for the RISHIKESH. That morning we went on for a ride. An amazing and exciting rafting. 16 kms of stretch covered in 3 hrs. 4 rapids along the journey made our heart beat at about 100 per min. Before we started our rafting there were few instructions (do's and dont's) to be followed by our coach. But i must admit, I was exhausted.It takes lot of stamina to push the water. That rafting made our moments count but left us with long-lasting memories. The rapids were so intense that it hit our face very hard. The river flow between two mountains and the calmness surrounding the place was so soothing that for a moment i forgot the world. The materialistic world. I felt the power of silence. Just the guzzling of the waves. I still now can feel it.
Then the time for bungy jumping. I took it very easily but later on it was a nightmare. All set for the bungy and highly exuberant jumping from a height of 83mts. Three different colored ropes falling under the the set of weight categories. My heart was bouncing and i could hear the heart beats. They tied me all the safety standard jackets and ropes. As soon as i was standing at the cliff, my legs started shaking. My blood pressure rose to heights. I was sweating and the conclusion was i signed a suicide note(how fool am i). The next moment, i was in the air, falling and my both arms were in friction with the bungy in other words an intense kiss with the bungy. In next 15 sec i found that i was alive. But that was aweful. My both arms were hot red with the scratches. But no issues. Some memories u need to carry for ur future reference[;)].
At the end as they say u'll get a happy ending. That was what i got. Three very new friends (who no longer are new) with whom i can trust upon. Journeys may be transient but memories stay with u for life long. This was one of those trips.
My professional is as cool as my personal life is. No worries. No pressure. No schedules. One thing i like about my self is i dont take anything seriously. May be i should change the way i live but till now im happy.
Out of the routine life i thought of taking a ride from my life and making it more exciting and adventurous. Hence called on HARIDWAR/RISHIKESH trip. Till the last moment the trip was at the verge of cancellation. No one knows whoz in and whoz out. The members kept on changing. One was in and the other was out. But finally only 5 BOYZ and it was total fun with no discounts.
I enjoyed it thoroughly. At the beginning i was little bit skeptical as all around me were very new. I was odd man out. The fun started as we crossed ghaziabad and opened a whiskey bottle and drove all the way sub-consciously. Entered the land of lord of the lords SHIVA. All around the city saints with ash on their forehead, wearing orange color fabric. The evening visited for the aarti and took few dips in the holy river GANGA. That was the first time i took bath in such a chilling cold flowing water. It was amazing.
The next day headed for the RISHIKESH. That morning we went on for a ride. An amazing and exciting rafting. 16 kms of stretch covered in 3 hrs. 4 rapids along the journey made our heart beat at about 100 per min. Before we started our rafting there were few instructions (do's and dont's) to be followed by our coach. But i must admit, I was exhausted.It takes lot of stamina to push the water. That rafting made our moments count but left us with long-lasting memories. The rapids were so intense that it hit our face very hard. The river flow between two mountains and the calmness surrounding the place was so soothing that for a moment i forgot the world. The materialistic world. I felt the power of silence. Just the guzzling of the waves. I still now can feel it.
Then the time for bungy jumping. I took it very easily but later on it was a nightmare. All set for the bungy and highly exuberant jumping from a height of 83mts. Three different colored ropes falling under the the set of weight categories. My heart was bouncing and i could hear the heart beats. They tied me all the safety standard jackets and ropes. As soon as i was standing at the cliff, my legs started shaking. My blood pressure rose to heights. I was sweating and the conclusion was i signed a suicide note(how fool am i). The next moment, i was in the air, falling and my both arms were in friction with the bungy in other words an intense kiss with the bungy. In next 15 sec i found that i was alive. But that was aweful. My both arms were hot red with the scratches. But no issues. Some memories u need to carry for ur future reference[;)].
At the end as they say u'll get a happy ending. That was what i got. Three very new friends (who no longer are new) with whom i can trust upon. Journeys may be transient but memories stay with u for life long. This was one of those trips.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
RUNNING...
If anything would be the synonym of MURALI then it would be BETRAY. Perhaps this is the dark side of me. Yes! I betrayed my own people. My own friends. Who were once with me when I was in deep dark. They were the one who rescued me when I was at the verge of depression. I made a mistake. The biggest mistake ever done by a friend.
In any of the epics around the world, from Ramayana to the Romans, one or the other has lost a precious thing/person when deceived. I lost my high quality friends. I lost their trust. I think numerous times to just make a call to them. I feel deprived. I lost my rights on them. I cry my heart out. My eyes are deserted. Giving a sham smile to the people around me has become my habit now. My mind has become restless. Loads of things going in my mind. I move from A to Z and reverse in my phone contacts twice a day only to find a friend to talk my heart out. But then the reply comes “NO RESULTS FOUND”. It was my mistake and I deserve this and even more. Or may be that im running like an athlete without destiny.
Yes. Im running. I don’t know from whom, to where and till when. Or may be I know answer for the first one- from my own best buddies. If I call them, then what would I talk? By my first question- HOW R U makes me feel guilty. Deep down my heart somewhere I can hear saying- go and talk and at the same time my minds says- no. you don’t have any rights to spoil their present. I already spoiled the past and mre than that my FUTURE.
I cant concentrate on anything. I lost my focus. Im getting into unnecessary arguments with my pals where im supposed to bear whatever they say. May be im destined to be in this situation.
This Sunday went to delhi after a long time just get out of this situation and make myself feel good but these memories and my sin dint made me not to think during my journey and lasted till I reached JANTAR MANTAR.
I was astonished by its architecture built by MAHARAJA JAI SINGH II to measure the angles of celestial bodies- the Sun and the moon. It was one of its kind in the world. Then from distance we heard the speeches related to the LOKPAL BILL. We followed the echoes and reached the vibrant place where the campaign is held for the anti-corruption bill. It was totally fused by the furor. Irrespective of caste, creed, religion, age, status everyone participated in this noble cause. This is yet another struggle for freedom. Freedom from corruption. People came with their family wearing t-shirts written “IM ANNA AND IM AGAINST CORRUPTION”. Some of them wearing the tri color badges, few holding the flag and few of them getting the colors of flag painted. Old people were contributing their part. One of them had a enthusiastic personality, guiding the supporters for the entrance, filling in them a sense of positivity. But I just imagined what would they get in return. No money. No food. Nothing. Just they are striving for a noble cause so that their upcoming generations feel proud to be the citizen of this country.
Hope a better and safer country along with smart and sensible policies.
In any of the epics around the world, from Ramayana to the Romans, one or the other has lost a precious thing/person when deceived. I lost my high quality friends. I lost their trust. I think numerous times to just make a call to them. I feel deprived. I lost my rights on them. I cry my heart out. My eyes are deserted. Giving a sham smile to the people around me has become my habit now. My mind has become restless. Loads of things going in my mind. I move from A to Z and reverse in my phone contacts twice a day only to find a friend to talk my heart out. But then the reply comes “NO RESULTS FOUND”. It was my mistake and I deserve this and even more. Or may be that im running like an athlete without destiny.
Yes. Im running. I don’t know from whom, to where and till when. Or may be I know answer for the first one- from my own best buddies. If I call them, then what would I talk? By my first question- HOW R U makes me feel guilty. Deep down my heart somewhere I can hear saying- go and talk and at the same time my minds says- no. you don’t have any rights to spoil their present. I already spoiled the past and mre than that my FUTURE.
I cant concentrate on anything. I lost my focus. Im getting into unnecessary arguments with my pals where im supposed to bear whatever they say. May be im destined to be in this situation.
This Sunday went to delhi after a long time just get out of this situation and make myself feel good but these memories and my sin dint made me not to think during my journey and lasted till I reached JANTAR MANTAR.
I was astonished by its architecture built by MAHARAJA JAI SINGH II to measure the angles of celestial bodies- the Sun and the moon. It was one of its kind in the world. Then from distance we heard the speeches related to the LOKPAL BILL. We followed the echoes and reached the vibrant place where the campaign is held for the anti-corruption bill. It was totally fused by the furor. Irrespective of caste, creed, religion, age, status everyone participated in this noble cause. This is yet another struggle for freedom. Freedom from corruption. People came with their family wearing t-shirts written “IM ANNA AND IM AGAINST CORRUPTION”. Some of them wearing the tri color badges, few holding the flag and few of them getting the colors of flag painted. Old people were contributing their part. One of them had a enthusiastic personality, guiding the supporters for the entrance, filling in them a sense of positivity. But I just imagined what would they get in return. No money. No food. Nothing. Just they are striving for a noble cause so that their upcoming generations feel proud to be the citizen of this country.
Hope a better and safer country along with smart and sensible policies.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Haunted / Hunting Room...
After struggling for almost 4 weeks for a permanent shelter im bit relaxed now. Those were my critical and most devastating days in my life.
Every day i had to search for a shelter. Moved all around from Greater Noida to Delhi to Ghaziabad and now back to the starting point- Gr.Noida. Everyday i go to the room it seems like im entering a very very daunting place. No day light enters even if sun screams at you and forget about the moonlight. Only source was our local TUBELIGHT. I spent many sleepless nights because of our uninvited and regular guest MR.Mouse. The sound it creates during the mid nights is like someone is blowing whistle just next to my ears turning into 100 decibels. At times that black little stuart was my alarm. Then comes my next guest at the time when i take my breakfast. This one very clever. It comes out and attacks my bread slice only when i spread cheese onto it. That the little and tiny cockroach. They made my life disastrous. The problems kept on escalating. Even i had a serious thought of sleeping in metro when i had no option to stay. At times i wanted to scream and cry out loud. Those were really the most haunted days. Very much disturbed personally, physically and mentally.
The only motivation which kept me moving are the road side cobbler, the rickshaw puller in his teenage with some tons of load pulling just to earn 500/- so as to fill his and his dependents. They just had one thing in common. The drive to live no matter how it comes.
There are many learnings out of the haunted place. The tough times. Life is not easy. This was just a phase of my life and will be in the drafts of my memory.
Just keep going and do not loose HOPE. Now im settled down with much peace and going to my office in a car. May be my struggle paid me off.
Every day i had to search for a shelter. Moved all around from Greater Noida to Delhi to Ghaziabad and now back to the starting point- Gr.Noida. Everyday i go to the room it seems like im entering a very very daunting place. No day light enters even if sun screams at you and forget about the moonlight. Only source was our local TUBELIGHT. I spent many sleepless nights because of our uninvited and regular guest MR.Mouse. The sound it creates during the mid nights is like someone is blowing whistle just next to my ears turning into 100 decibels. At times that black little stuart was my alarm. Then comes my next guest at the time when i take my breakfast. This one very clever. It comes out and attacks my bread slice only when i spread cheese onto it. That the little and tiny cockroach. They made my life disastrous. The problems kept on escalating. Even i had a serious thought of sleeping in metro when i had no option to stay. At times i wanted to scream and cry out loud. Those were really the most haunted days. Very much disturbed personally, physically and mentally.
The only motivation which kept me moving are the road side cobbler, the rickshaw puller in his teenage with some tons of load pulling just to earn 500/- so as to fill his and his dependents. They just had one thing in common. The drive to live no matter how it comes.
There are many learnings out of the haunted place. The tough times. Life is not easy. This was just a phase of my life and will be in the drafts of my memory.
Just keep going and do not loose HOPE. Now im settled down with much peace and going to my office in a car. May be my struggle paid me off.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
(COSTLIEST) CONVOCATION DAY...
I started my preparation for my convocation a week back. kicked off with the LOTUS facial. The first time i have done it--horrible. I thought atleast he puts on some 10 creams for the fact that its 550/-. But i had to compromised for 5. The shirt was from U.S. POLO which again drank my whole blood(money) costing around 1700/-. The only reason why i invested because no other company's shirt was of my size(unique body). Then comes the chance of my tie from ZODIAC. This time my hands were shivering to pay the bill of 1400/-. But finally done.
What a weekend I had. Back to back celebrations. Three very strong reasons for my bliss. One: my lil sister’s first marriage anniversary (Sep 2nd). Two: my convocation day. Three: my birthday.
What could be more than this? All throughout my journey to college on 2nd many college memories were sliding my mind since I joined the college. We made a very good relation with the college and with the students. It was wonderful experience I had these 2 years of my P.G.P.M. program. Made life time friend’s, met with some of the creative guys I have ever seen, made relations fathomless, saw many crests and troughs. It taught me how to move on. It taught me how to face the tough times and many more.
Out of all this presentation i was making at the back of my mind, I slipped my destination and moved few kms ahead. The traffic was terrific. For the first time I was very much time conscious (other than office). I was cursing the traffic which was stopping me (auto) every 5 min. I was cursing the traffic system for installing traffic lights and even more for glowing REDLIGHT. I cursed the automobile manufacturers for giving a breaking system in the auto rickshaws. I was blaming the entire system for getting me late to my college. The BOTTOM LINE: I was cursing myself for not getting down at the right destination.
On the day of convocation we were given the convo dress which itself was big task to wear as it resembled like a ghost attire. Our batch took a group snap after arriving our chairman and five others who looked like bishops in church. Our certificates were given by the chief guest Mr. N.K. AMBWANI, Ex-MD of Johnson & johnson. It (my certificate) read “Mr. MURALI KRISHNA” blah blah…secured B. That B grade is still reflecting in my memory. WTF man…why should anyone put his grade on his certificate and how one can judge a person based only on grades. Anyway, this is the fucking system and should accept the fact.
Then some cultural performances and followed by a DJ party. Vivacious energy was flowing all through. I was sitting at the back and just watching my grads dancing to the tune of the music. No job tension. No deadlines. No targets. No presentations to be made. No analysis to be done. No dealings with the machines. No pitching of clients. “NO CORPORATE WORLD ANYMORE”. Just enjoying yourself. Letting all ur worries throwing at the corner. And this was not just at DJ but from the last 48 hrs.
The time came when we had to leave the college and move to our respective places. Every step im heading towards our college gate, im trying forget the fact that im going one step away from my college, from the mall road, from the CFC, from the hostel, from the academic block. The departure was hard. There were puppy - shuppy’s and jadu – jhappi’s.
As it goes in the movie----“CHUTTI KHATAM AUR SCHOOL SHURU”.
What a weekend I had. Back to back celebrations. Three very strong reasons for my bliss. One: my lil sister’s first marriage anniversary (Sep 2nd). Two: my convocation day. Three: my birthday.
What could be more than this? All throughout my journey to college on 2nd many college memories were sliding my mind since I joined the college. We made a very good relation with the college and with the students. It was wonderful experience I had these 2 years of my P.G.P.M. program. Made life time friend’s, met with some of the creative guys I have ever seen, made relations fathomless, saw many crests and troughs. It taught me how to move on. It taught me how to face the tough times and many more.
Out of all this presentation i was making at the back of my mind, I slipped my destination and moved few kms ahead. The traffic was terrific. For the first time I was very much time conscious (other than office). I was cursing the traffic which was stopping me (auto) every 5 min. I was cursing the traffic system for installing traffic lights and even more for glowing REDLIGHT. I cursed the automobile manufacturers for giving a breaking system in the auto rickshaws. I was blaming the entire system for getting me late to my college. The BOTTOM LINE: I was cursing myself for not getting down at the right destination.
On the day of convocation we were given the convo dress which itself was big task to wear as it resembled like a ghost attire. Our batch took a group snap after arriving our chairman and five others who looked like bishops in church. Our certificates were given by the chief guest Mr. N.K. AMBWANI, Ex-MD of Johnson & johnson. It (my certificate) read “Mr. MURALI KRISHNA” blah blah…secured B. That B grade is still reflecting in my memory. WTF man…why should anyone put his grade on his certificate and how one can judge a person based only on grades. Anyway, this is the fucking system and should accept the fact.
Then some cultural performances and followed by a DJ party. Vivacious energy was flowing all through. I was sitting at the back and just watching my grads dancing to the tune of the music. No job tension. No deadlines. No targets. No presentations to be made. No analysis to be done. No dealings with the machines. No pitching of clients. “NO CORPORATE WORLD ANYMORE”. Just enjoying yourself. Letting all ur worries throwing at the corner. And this was not just at DJ but from the last 48 hrs.
The time came when we had to leave the college and move to our respective places. Every step im heading towards our college gate, im trying forget the fact that im going one step away from my college, from the mall road, from the CFC, from the hostel, from the academic block. The departure was hard. There were puppy - shuppy’s and jadu – jhappi’s.
As it goes in the movie----“CHUTTI KHATAM AUR SCHOOL SHURU”.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
FIRST SALARY,JAIPUR,.ANNA HAZARE
Its been a long time stepping in my blog. This time im gonna write about the above mentioned 3 things but emphasis is laid on the third part...ANNA HAZARE.
It was a emotional moment when my hands reached my salary. It gives immense pleasure after all the hard work u have done during that one month. My heart was filled with all the filmy sentiment and tears rolled off.
Since that day i was on cloud 9 spending my salary lavishly as if im the RICHERICH. We went to JAIPUR which was a very abrupt plan. "2 BIKIES, 3 DAYS, 4 BOYZ, MISSION JAIPUR" accomplished with minor distractions. We started our journey to hunt the most HAUNTED- BHANGARH FORT. There are stories about the fort in which a witch resides and comes out at nights. But to me it does'nt seem to be haunted. Then jaipur- our next destination. The city is full of forts and huge fortress and the best part is, its culture, tradition and the moguls history is still prevailing.
One of my friend slipped from the staircase and his leg got injured which we thought to be a FRACTURE. If that would be the case we are gone as no one has told about the trip to their parents. After his foot was scanned and the doctor was studying the X-RAY as if he wanna earn something out of that and we three were so tensed and kept on juggling our eyes to each other and the doctor. Finally his verdict comes only then we took a deep breathe.
At last i must thank our two hunks PULSAR & UNICORN for supporting us through out our journey(though they literally sucked our wallet) and making it a really memorable one.
The last part i was mentioning about the freedom struggle. Freedom from bureaucracy, freedom the system, freedom from the CORRUPTION. The initiate is from an old man who is very much vibrant, very much active and very much determined MR.ANNA HAZARE. The man of honor who is fighting against the corruption when the 2G and CWG scam were came into limelight. He has enlightened the youth. The agony, the distress, the vexation on the faces of the youth is clearly indicating the struggle for the JANLOKPAL BILL. This is to be accepted by the government so as to bring in a new law and make the citizens bound by it. I saw some of the youngsters wearing t-shirts written "MEIN ANNA HOON". My blood rushed through my nerves by looking at it.
I wish all the best to ANNA and his team from the core of my heart towards a successful ending.
Friday, June 17, 2011
BLACK CATS
This blog is not written out of anger but out of thinking that what exactly is our constitution is written. Is it written to provide equal rights to all citizens irrespective caste, creed, religion, power or its written for the injustice. The statue in the court of law holds a BALANCE which means every individual should and must get the right justice.
Out of the approx. 2 trillion population there might be some million cases pending in the INDIAN PENAL COURTS. There might be many complexities in the case but the judges and the advocates should ensure to provide justice in time. Some cases are on the rack since decades and if the justice does'nt come at the time they need then its utter waste of going to court and pleading for justice.
Once I went to our district court in some case and I saw some everywhere wearing black jacket(court dress code) with some of them trying to prove the wrong as right and some them of plotting to postpone the dates so as the client sticks to him and can suck his hard earned money as much he demands.
If there are these many cases waiting for turn why are they not tying to make an alternate solution for the pending cases. For ex: classifying the cases and allot those to the specific court rather than going for a general case. Trying out for a night court where some very specific cases are to be dealt.
WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS A WAY. Im seriously shocked and disheartened by the way out IPC’s are running. There must a way out for this problem. I lost confidence on the system. I can least expect from it when something wrong happens.
Now with all this should I be proud to be an INDIAN? Only thing I can do is to HOPE.
HOPE for a bright future
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Out of the approx. 2 trillion population there might be some million cases pending in the INDIAN PENAL COURTS. There might be many complexities in the case but the judges and the advocates should ensure to provide justice in time. Some cases are on the rack since decades and if the justice does'nt come at the time they need then its utter waste of going to court and pleading for justice.
Once I went to our district court in some case and I saw some everywhere wearing black jacket(court dress code) with some of them trying to prove the wrong as right and some them of plotting to postpone the dates so as the client sticks to him and can suck his hard earned money as much he demands.
If there are these many cases waiting for turn why are they not tying to make an alternate solution for the pending cases. For ex: classifying the cases and allot those to the specific court rather than going for a general case. Trying out for a night court where some very specific cases are to be dealt.
WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS A WAY. Im seriously shocked and disheartened by the way out IPC’s are running. There must a way out for this problem. I lost confidence on the system. I can least expect from it when something wrong happens.
Now with all this should I be proud to be an INDIAN? Only thing I can do is to HOPE.
HOPE for a bright future
O
Sunday, April 3, 2011
"LOVE"ly WORLDCUP
April 2,2011, a date carved in the history of Indian cricket in golden words and as a nation on the whole. It’s a occasion where 1.2 billion people dream come true. Millions of people praying for their country. The whole country was enjoying as it there was some festival night. Almost three decades of thirst has come to an end and start of celebrations reached to its peak mixed with lots of emotions. Its 24 hrs. India won the world cup and still the party is getting bigger and bigger. Every Indian participated in the party in some way or the other and cherished every moment.
Sachin Tendulkar, a man who needs no introduction. A man who breaks his own records and sets as a benchmark in the cricket history. He owns every record but a world cup in his more than two decades of cricket career. He is ecstasy. A dream come true for the master baster.
Team India, a perfectly knitted team with the bowlers, fielders and the batsmen doing their job outstandingly well. The match was really a sensational victory losing two important wickets at a very early stage. I must say this is the real team effort.
This is the occasion where every Indian forgot their social status, their region, religion, caste and even the politics for the blast and drowned completely praising team India, holding the tri colors and doing marathon or going for rides in the town. No police. No rules. Just ENJOY. I guess this should continue throughout even in the absence of such occasions.
Sitting alone in my room, I was just imagining the madness of party celebrations throughout the country, my friends back in the college and thought these kind of celebrations should occur where no hatred, no anger, JUST LOVE.
Sachin Tendulkar, a man who needs no introduction. A man who breaks his own records and sets as a benchmark in the cricket history. He owns every record but a world cup in his more than two decades of cricket career. He is ecstasy. A dream come true for the master baster.
Team India, a perfectly knitted team with the bowlers, fielders and the batsmen doing their job outstandingly well. The match was really a sensational victory losing two important wickets at a very early stage. I must say this is the real team effort.
This is the occasion where every Indian forgot their social status, their region, religion, caste and even the politics for the blast and drowned completely praising team India, holding the tri colors and doing marathon or going for rides in the town. No police. No rules. Just ENJOY. I guess this should continue throughout even in the absence of such occasions.
Sitting alone in my room, I was just imagining the madness of party celebrations throughout the country, my friends back in the college and thought these kind of celebrations should occur where no hatred, no anger, JUST LOVE.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
MY SUMMER VACATION
The ERP training im going through is really a boon as far as im concerned. Being placed and two months away from joining makes me lil boring and morose. The second reason for being boon is I have an added advantage over my colleagues joining with me in the same company as I have more knowledge about the company and its functioning. I have to train at the distributor’s end about the software.
I must appreciate and emphasize about the company’s home grown ERP software “GREAT PLUS”. Great Plus is fantabulous software and I’m lucky enough to get my hands on ERP. The difference between this and the other software vendors lies in basic process.
Worldcup 2011 has become my favorite perfect timepass as I have nothing to do in the evening. The worldcup fever is all around and turned into MUST WATCH match for atleast today –Its “INDIA vs PAKISTAN”. Both are performing well to their best. All time India’s enemy even the political friendliness may exist. Everywhere here I can see the banners cheering Team India. Even a billboard above the net café here says ALL THE BEST to the MEN IN BLUE. It being a prestigious match millions of eyeballs are on this match and not to mention the humongous match betting. Just bought a biography on ABRAHAM LINCON and can’t resist reading about this great man in the history of AMERICA.
In this blog I wanna talk on one more issue- the agitation on SAPERATE TELANGANA. It has been decades talking, discussing and fighting about this region. But this political issue is being addressed by every common man throughout the state and treated as the a person from that particular state rather than as an individual person. It has created a rivalry among the people and a sense of belongingness is absolutely missing.
Fingers crossed about the future of my state.
I must appreciate and emphasize about the company’s home grown ERP software “GREAT PLUS”. Great Plus is fantabulous software and I’m lucky enough to get my hands on ERP. The difference between this and the other software vendors lies in basic process.
Worldcup 2011 has become my favorite perfect timepass as I have nothing to do in the evening. The worldcup fever is all around and turned into MUST WATCH match for atleast today –Its “INDIA vs PAKISTAN”. Both are performing well to their best. All time India’s enemy even the political friendliness may exist. Everywhere here I can see the banners cheering Team India. Even a billboard above the net café here says ALL THE BEST to the MEN IN BLUE. It being a prestigious match millions of eyeballs are on this match and not to mention the humongous match betting. Just bought a biography on ABRAHAM LINCON and can’t resist reading about this great man in the history of AMERICA.
In this blog I wanna talk on one more issue- the agitation on SAPERATE TELANGANA. It has been decades talking, discussing and fighting about this region. But this political issue is being addressed by every common man throughout the state and treated as the a person from that particular state rather than as an individual person. It has created a rivalry among the people and a sense of belongingness is absolutely missing.
Fingers crossed about the future of my state.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
DREAM COME TRUE
If u really want something and u give ur best shot for it with honesty that will be urs. No one can stop u. This exactly happened with me and im not boasting. this is the fact. REAL FACT. On feb' 14, THE VALENTINE DAY, i was confirmed for my job in SHEELA FOAM. I was not excited because i dreamt it the previous night. Ya. This is just a infatuation or the destiny i dont know. The previous night i dreamt that i was placed in the company and the next morning my dream turned out to be true.
It was not my dream company, my dream profile and compromised on package. But still my dream is true now. Im proud of it.
Now i'm relaxed. But at the same time when i see my friend's not yet placed i go to them and give a confident shake hand so that they dont loose faith in themselves. But still some of them are depressed and frustrated. I can see the frustration levels rising every moment in their faces and in their behaviour. But nothing in my hands. Students are leaving campus for their jobs and silence around the campus is even more fierce.
May this frustration turns into smiles on my friends faces and shower flowers in their lives.
It was not my dream company, my dream profile and compromised on package. But still my dream is true now. Im proud of it.
Now i'm relaxed. But at the same time when i see my friend's not yet placed i go to them and give a confident shake hand so that they dont loose faith in themselves. But still some of them are depressed and frustrated. I can see the frustration levels rising every moment in their faces and in their behaviour. But nothing in my hands. Students are leaving campus for their jobs and silence around the campus is even more fierce.
May this frustration turns into smiles on my friends faces and shower flowers in their lives.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
A BLOG FOR MY "LOG"
Now this is our last trimister of our course in which we have to submit few projects which technically mean we are ABSOLUTELY free. Doing NOTHING. Just waiting for the companies. My routine schedule includes reading newspaper, roaming around with friends, eating, sleeping, and reading books. Its being like a frictionless days with no more assignments, no more deadlines and literally no more to study our course. But one thing i'm gonna make and train my mind "NEVER QUIT READING". Once i quit, i'll be a lazy MORON.
This blog is for one of my best pals-MY ROOMY. Just now he left the room completely with all his baggage. What made me write this blog early in the morning while no sound is traveling across my corridors except my keyboard?? He was like a LOG in good and WORSE situations. He is a fun guy with whom i had a very good chemistry. I dint even think of a second sharing room with other friends after 1st year. Now at this moment sitting on my cot i can reminisce staring at his cot. All those moments are reverberating through my mind. He could be reached in few minutes when i need him is now extended to few hours or for that matter MANY hours.
Wishing him all success in his professional and personal life I end this blog but for sure not relation with my LOG.
This blog is for one of my best pals-MY ROOMY. Just now he left the room completely with all his baggage. What made me write this blog early in the morning while no sound is traveling across my corridors except my keyboard?? He was like a LOG in good and WORSE situations. He is a fun guy with whom i had a very good chemistry. I dint even think of a second sharing room with other friends after 1st year. Now at this moment sitting on my cot i can reminisce staring at his cot. All those moments are reverberating through my mind. He could be reached in few minutes when i need him is now extended to few hours or for that matter MANY hours.
Wishing him all success in his professional and personal life I end this blog but for sure not relation with my LOG.
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