A week with work-woes and a movie

Have you ever felt the need to get away from work? That you’ve had enough of it and cannot take the same old boring work-routine for even one more day or hour?! I guess, many of us would’ve been parley to such thoughts several times – especially considering the typically stressful work-styles we follow. Last week was one such for me. The work-days-juggernaut was rolling along nicely and I was working on the usual tasks and going about the boring daily work-routine. There was a planned project change implemented on a Thursday and everything looked fine. That night at 2.35 AM I got a call on the mobile from the night-support team. There seemed to be some issue with the implemented code, due to which some files which had to be generated and sent to the downstream partner systems was empty. Within five minutes I was awake and logged in – trying to decipher what could’ve gone wrong. I figured it out soon enough – I had overlooked some accompanying changes which had to be done and the empty file was a result of this miss. 😦 Amidst the thoughts of all the music I had to face  on the morrow in office, I was trying to check if there was a quick fix solution to generate that night’s file. I did some fix on the QA environment and drew up plans with the support-team-lead that this problem would require an emergency fix to be implemented on the very next day, before the next day’s file would get generated. I promised them that I would get into office early and work on it as priority.

Daylight was already breaking over the horizon and I thought that it was futile to go back to bed then; I might as well get the cooking etc. done and get ready for work. Accordingly I went about the morning chores and was ready for work at 6 AM, an hour before my regular morning start-time. I coordinated with the early shift cab driver and was in office by 7 AM, before most of the other folks started coming in. The rest of the day went by in a blur – the fix wasn’t as easy as it had initially looked, I had totally missed analysing the code earlier and had to figure out the logic, carry out tests and ensure that it would work seamlessly with the other changes. Added to this was the time constraint – everything had to be done within a couple of hours, the change orders raised and all necessary approvals sought to put it out-of-cycle as an emergency fix.

Phew! Luckily everything worked out well and by the end of the day the changes were in, after taking some help from colleagues. I was pretty jittery that night as well and had couple of calls at around midnight with the support team to ensure that the fix indeed worked and the issue was resolved. As they say, all’s well that ends well! But this episode left me drained – mentally and physically. Probably this too was routine a couple of years back, working late hours on deliveries and overseeing last minute fixes by my team were part and parcel of what I did regularly. In fact I remember doing such releases even when I was pregnant! But now, somehow, I found it very very tiring and stressful; I took almost a week to get over the dreadful feeling and get back to my normal working style. For a couple of days after that, I really did not feel like working at all!

What followed was something rather atypical for me – I decided to take off on a work-day, mid-week and for no reason! I just didn’t feel like going into work and facing another routine work-day 😦 I called the hubby and asked told him that he needs to take leave the following day and we would go out – probably catch a movie or just chill doing something else. Poor guy, reacted like a cat caught in the headlights! 😀 But he did some juggling around with his meetings and work-stuff and obliged like a dutiful husband 😛 The next day I was up and about at the usual time – the plan was, we would finish all chores like everyday, drop off our son at school and go catch a movie at the matinee show. The little fella, clever that he is, was surprised to see me at home – normally I am off to work by the time he wakes up in the morning. He seemed confused – what day is it?, he asked. Is it Saturday? Why aren’t you at work? I won’t go to school! 😮 He was even more suspicious when he saw his dad in non-formal clothes! 😀 After side-stepping his tricky questions, we managed to drop him to school and went on our way to watch the movie Neerja.

Neerja is a biographical thriller about Neerja Bhanot, the brave air-hostess who laid down her life in her call of duty. Her efforts thwarted the hijacking attempt of the Pan AM flight in Karachi on 5th Sept 1986 – she prevented the flight from taking off by having the presence of mind to inform the pilots in time for them to flee the plane. Her heroism and calm, cool-headed handling of the dire situation resulted in 360 hostages being saved from the hijackers’ hold. Instead of trying to save herself, she chose to save the lives of hundreds of passengers, showing immense courage and strength of character. The film was motivational and an example of how ‘work is worship‘ for several people – like our brethren from the armed forces and others like Neerja.

I wasn’t too impressed by Sonam’s portrayal as Neerja – she seems more suited and at ease with roles like the one in Khoobsoorat; but the scene-stealer was definitely Shabana Azmi. The feelings of what a child’s loss means for a mother, couldn’t have been brought to life more poignantly by anyone else. She is outstanding, especially in the last scene and one cannot but leave the theatre with misty eyes and a lump in the throat!

After the movie, we grabbed some lunch and walked the shopping streets leisurely – doing more looking-into-windows than actual shopping; but happy to have the road to ourselves sans the crowds, thanks to it being a weekday. And just like that, the little get-away was over! 😦 Soon, it was time to go back – to be faithful to our line of duty, on the home-front and to get ready for the challenges of the work-day on the morrow. I felt much better the next day at office and am now back peering into the laptop screen and trying to tame/ slay the usual work-demons! These little, especially mid-week jaunts, do a world of good, I tell ya! 😀


Letting go of favourites…

The past Sunday, after a long long time, I walked the once much-trodden paths. The steps which were traced day after day many years ago – the ways which I knew like the back of my hand… the times and memories tucked into some obscure corner of my mind came gushing back and nostalgia took me on its wings for a ride. A smile played on my lips as I took the once all-too-familiar bus routes and stepped past the puddles on the rain-drenched footpath leading up to my parents’ house.

But the smile died when my mind jumped to the task that lay ahead and which caused me to be there early on a Sunday morning… The bright sunlit study room had to be cleaned and handed over to new occupants – the one in which I had spent many days huddling over my books – late into nights and the wee-hours of the morning, studying feverishly and preparing for the many exams that lay ahead. I was never the one to sit at a place and study quietly – I’d walk around the room a book in hand or sway back and forth while sitting and hugging the shawl or sweater covering my cold shoulders…somehow those gestures eased my nerves and helped me concentrate! Go figure that! 😀

And then I got married and moved away from my parents’ place, but when I had to go back there 4 years later for my maternity break, that was my room again. I threw a tantrum and insisted that my dad get the legs of the old double cot re-done. I didn’t want to take any chances as the legs were weakened after being hauled between many rooms over the years. After that was done, the room became all mine – where I worked from home at the laptop during the later pregnancy months, where I rocked on the easy chair and painstaking but happily knitted the stitches and rows of the many baby sweaters I made for my little one; where I devoured books like there was no tomorrow…

It was the room which welcomed me when I came back from the hospital, a tiny little bundle in tow, the many bright afternoons spent cooing and gurgling with my baby as he flayed and kicked his hands and legs in response, like he would get up and start talking any moment! The room which reverberated with the sounds of his rocking cradle as my granny rocked it tirelessly and alluring baby sounds when my dad invented new games and stories to keep his little grandson entertained…It was the room where I stole quiet moments to browse the net to hungrily cram in blogs-read-time and ravelry-time on the rare afternoons when the baby slept. It was the room where the hubby played with his son making him laugh with his funny faces and put him to sleep in the crook of his arm or on his swaying knees… It always has been the one room where I could trust to let my little tornado play without getting into trouble, pulling out the numerous items and things that we have accumulated over the last 30 years…

It is the room where me and the sis have had our many fights, giggled hysterically over inane jokes, cried buckets-ful, argued over which book belongs to whom and the list just goes on… And now we have to let go of that room, my favourite, the only bright and sunny one in the house… sigh! 😦 Change is inevitable they say, but it hurts… especially when one has to give up on something which has been witness to so many precious moments in life. But thankfully one has the memories to treasure – atleast that’s something nobody can take away from us! :-/


Do you know what is the height of travel frustration in Bangalore?

You and your hubby get into your modes of transport at the same time. 2 hours later he is at his destination while you’re still 20 mins away from yours. So what, you might say? 2 hours is pretty standard time to reach the outskirts in Bangalore in peak hour traffic.

The sting lies in the fact that he boarded the aeroplane at the same time as I took the bus and managed to reach Hyderabad in the time it took me to reach office! 😦

I’ve recounted this episode to several people today only to see their shocked reactions. Most of them had a good laugh, one person said – may be you should look for a job in Mysore! I couldn’t resist the urge to post it here and shock some of the readers of this blog too!

That is the gist of my travel-to-work woes these days and I don’t see a solution in sight 😦

Woes of a working mother

I am back at work today – after staying away for nearly 8 months from what I knew as active work. What’s the feeling like? Well, to be honest, today morning as I walked the plush carpeted corridors amidst the familar sounds of key strokes and the team-mate chatter and coffee-cup clinks, I felt happy to be back. But that immediately had me feeling guilty – here I am, staying away from my baby – the tiny little being all of 5.5 months – whose strongest bond is with me – his mother; shouldn’t I be pining to be back with him? I realized with a pang, that as much as I wanted to be back with him – hear him coo and gurgle and flash his priceless toothless grin at me with the little jig he reserves for me when I warble his favourite phrases or rhymes; I also liked being back at work, away from the four walls at home.

Many times over the past month and a half when I stayed at home with the little one, managing on my own with just the hubby’s support, I found myself losing patience – particularly at times when he would be super-cranky and would wail for unknown reasons; feeding, rocking, singing – nothing would soothe him and my nerves would be frayed; I would be miserable for being unable to pacify him and angry at myself for being affected so much 😦 That would have me worrying at nights – am I a bad mother? I suppose this is a question every mother asks herself at one time or the other.

It is at such times that my respect for the stay-at-home-mothers (SAHMs) would increase manifold. I salute these women – really, it is no easy job (if I can call it that), taking care of one’s children, handling the multitude of problems that keeps popping up and more importantly staying sane amidst it all and being happy for doing what one’s doing. I realize it is not as easy as it seems – our society especially has been notorious for labeling such women as ‘mere’ housewives, since ages. You really gotta be a house-wife once to know what it involves.

But I also realize, it is not really my cup of tea, atleast now, at the present stage of my life. 5 years down the line, who knows? I might feel like being one of them. But then, would it be too late? Isn’t it now that my baby needs me the most? Won’t I be missing out on all the joy of seeing him grow everyday as a baby and turn into a toddler? Once he grows and begins school, he might not miss me so much. He will then have a small world of his own – his playmates, his friends and others. Isn’t it now that I am his world? (well mostly… his dad wouldn’t agree though! :D)

How does one strike a balance between these needs – my need as an individual to identify myself – as a mother and outside of being a mother? I am so confused and sad! 😦

ಕನ್ನಡ ಉಳಿಸಿ, ಕನ್ನಡ ಬೆಳೆಸಿ!

ಲೇಖನಕ್ಕೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಪ್ರತಿಕ್ರಿಯೆ, ಪ್ರಶಂಸೆಯ ನಂತರ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಇನ್ನೊಂದು ಲೇಖನ ಬರಿಯಬೇಕೆಂದು  ಬಹಳ ದಿನಗಳಿಂದ ಆಸೆಯಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಬರೆಯಲು ಯಾವುದೂ ಸೂಕ್ತವಾದ ವಿಷಯ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಕೊನೆಗೆ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ದಿನಗಳ ಹಿಂದೆ ಲೇಖನಕ್ಕೆ ಯೋಗ್ಯವಾದ ಒಂದು ವಿಷಯ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿತ್ತೆನ್ನಿಸಿತು. ಒಂದು ರಜೆಯ ದಿನದಂದು ಮಧ್ಯಾಹ್ನ ನಾನು ಹಾಗು ನನ್ನ ಪತಿ ಟಿ.ವಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಎಂದಿನಂತೆ ಒಂದು ಚಾನೆಲ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಒಂದರಿಂದ ಇನ್ನೊಂದಕ್ಕೆ ಎಗರುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು ಪತಿರಾಯರು. ಹೀಗೆ ಮಾಡುವಾಗ ಒಂದು ಕನ್ನಡದ ಚಾನೆಲ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಪತಿಗೆ ಕಂಡದ್ದು ಅವರ ನೆಚ್ಚಿನ ರೇಡಿಯೋ jockey ವರ್ಷ! ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಓಡುತಿದ್ದ ಗಾಡಿ ಅಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ನಿಂತಿತು 🙂   

ಅವಳು ನಡೆಸಿಕೊಡುತಿದ್ದುದು ‘ಸಾಲಕ್ಕೊಂದು ಸಲಾಂ’ ಎಂಬ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮವನ್ನು. ೪ ಸ್ಪರ್ಧಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಕೇಳಿದ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಅವರು ಸರಿ ಉತ್ತರ ಕೊಡುತ್ತ ಹೋದಲ್ಲಿ ಅವರ ಕಿಸೆಗೆ ಹಣ ಸೇರುತ್ತ ಹೋಗುತ್ತೆ. ಕೊನೆಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲ ಸರಿ ಉತ್ತರ ಕೊಟ್ಟರೆ ೧ ಲಕ್ಷದ ಮೊತ್ತದವರೆಗೂ ಹಣ ಗೆಲ್ಲಬಹುದು. ಹೀಗೆ ಏನೋ ಇತ್ತು ಆ ಸ್ಪರ್ಧೆಯ ಶೈಲಿ. ಅಂದಿನ ದಿನ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾಗವಹಿಸಲು ಕರೆಸಿದ್ದ ಮಂದಿ ೪ ಜನ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧ ಕ್ರೀಡಾಪಟುಗಳು. ಒಬ್ಬ ಮಹಿಳೆ ಹಾಗು ಒಬ್ಬ ಮಹನೀಯ athletics ನಲ್ಲಿ ಹೆಸರುವಾಸಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ, ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬ weight -lifting , ಮತ್ತೊಬ್ಬ hockey-ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೆಸರು ಮಾಡಿದವ. ಇವರೆಲ್ಲ ಮೂಲತಹ ಕೊಡಗು, ಮಂಗಳೂರು ಹೀಗೆ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ವಿವಿಧ ಭಾಗಗಳಿಂದ ಬೆಳೆದು ಬಂದವರು. ರಾಜ್ಯ ಹಾಗು ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರ ಮಟ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂಡ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕವನ್ನು ಪ್ರತಿನಿಧಿಸಿದವರು.  

ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ ಶುರುವಾಯಿತು, ಎಲ್ಲರು ಅವರವರ ಪರಿಚಯ ನೀಡಿದರು, ವರ್ಷಾಳ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಉತ್ತರ ಕೊಡುತ್ತ ಹೋದರು. ಆದರೆ ಮೊದಲಿನಿಂದಲೂ ಏನೋ ಸರಿ ಇಲ್ಲವೆಂದು ಒಂದು ಸಣ್ಣ ಹುಳು ನನ್ನ ತಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೆಮಾಡಿತ್ತು. ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸಮಯದ ನಂತರ ಅದು ಏನೆಂದು ತಿಳಿಯಿತು. ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ಹೆಮ್ಮೆಯ ಈ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧ ತಾರೆಯರ ಮಾತಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ವಾಕ್ಯವೂ ಕೂಡ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ! ಅವರ ಬದುಕಿನ, ಆಟದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ವರ್ಷ ಕೇಳುತಿದ್ದ ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗೂ ೪ ಜನ ಧೀಮಂತರು kanglish ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಉತ್ತರ ಕೊಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು! ಅಂದರೆ ಎರಡು ಪದ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಶುರು ಮಾಡುವುದು ನಂತರ ನಿರಾಯಾಸವಾಗಿ ಮೆಲ್ಲಗೆ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್-ಗೆ ಜಾರಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದು.  ಅದು ಏನು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಲು ಕಷ್ಟ ಆಗುವಂತಹ technical terms ಏನು ಅಲ್ಲ, ದಿನ ನಿತ್ಯದ ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಮಾತು. ಉದಾಹರಣೆಗೆ – ವರ್ಷಾಳ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಹೀಗಿದ್ದರೆ – ‘ನೀವು ಎಷ್ಟು ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದ ಈ ಕ್ರೀಡೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ ಇಟ್ಟು ಇದರ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದೀರಿ?’ ಅವರ ಉತ್ತರ ಹೀಗಿರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು – ‘ ನಾನು ಸುಮಾರು 10 -15 years  ಇಂದ I have been practising this sport ‘ ಅಂತ! ಹೀಗೆ ಇತ್ತು ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಮಾತು ಅವರುಗಳು ಆಡಿದ್ದು! ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಪತಿ ಕೊನೆಗೆ ನೋಡಲಾಗದೆ/ ಕೇಳಲಾಗದೆ ಬೇರೆ ಚಾನೆಲ್-ನ ಎಡೆಗೆ ನಮ್ಮ  ಪಯಣ-ವನ್ನು ಮುಂದುವರೆಸಿದೆವು! 

ಆದರೆ ಸುಮಾರು ದಿನಗಳವರೆಗೂ ಈ ವಿಷಯ ನನ್ನನ್ನು ಕೊರೆಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು, ಈಗಲೂ ನೆನಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರೆ ಬಹಳ ಬೇಸರವಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ರಾಜ್ಯದ ಹಿರಿಯ ಕ್ರೀಡಾಪಟುಗಳು, ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ನೋಡುವ ಪ್ರಸಿದ್ಧ ಚಾನೆಲ್-ನ ಒಂದು ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೀಗೆ ಮಾಡುವುದೇಕೆ? ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಾತನಾಡಲು ಅವರಿಗೆ ಕಷ್ಟವೇ? ಅವರಿಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ-ವೆಂದೇನು ಇಲ್ಲ. ಹೀಗಿದ್ದಾಗ ವೀಕ್ಷಕರಿಗೆ, ಶೋತೃಗಳಿಗೆ ಅವರು ನೀಡುತ್ತಿರುವ ಸಂದೇಶವೇನು? ನನಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತು – ಈಗಿನ ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಾವು ಯಾರೂ ಶುದ್ಧ ಕನ್ನಡ-ದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಮಾತನಾಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ – ನಾನೇನು – ನಾನು ಸದಾ ಕಾಲ ಶುದ್ಧ ಕರಾರುವಕ್ಕಾದ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲೇ ಮಾತನಾಡುತ್ತೇನೆ ಎಂದು ಹೇಳುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ. ಮಾತನಾಡುವಾಗ ಅಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಇಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಆಂಗ್ಲ ಪದ ಉಪಯೋಗಿಸುವುದು ಈಗ ಸರ್ವೇ-ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಪ್ರತಿಷ್ಠಿತ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದುದು ಅದಲ್ಲ – ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಾದರೆ ಉತ್ತರ ಇಂಗ್ಲಿಷ್-ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು! ಅಂತಹ ಬಲವಂತವೇನು? ಅವರು ಭಾಗವಹಿಸುತ್ತಿದುದು ಕನ್ನಡದ ರಾಜ್ಯ ಮಟ್ಟದ ಒಂದು ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಿ, ಯಾವುದೇ ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಭಾಷಾ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಲ್ಲ. ಅದನ್ನು ವೀಕ್ಷಿಸುವರು ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಕನ್ನಡ ಬಲ್ಲವರೇ ಆಗಿರುತ್ತಾರೆ ಎಂದು ಊಹಿಸುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಶಯವಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದು ಅಲ್ಲದೆ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮದ ನಿರ್ವಾಹಕಳು ಅಂತಹ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಅಚ್ಚ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಕೇಳುತ್ತಿರುವಾಗ ನಿಮಗೆ ಅದೇ ರೀತಿ ಉತ್ತರಿಸಲು ನಷ್ಟವೇನು? 

ನಮ್ಮ ನಾಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಜನರ ಮಧ್ಯೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯನ್ನು ನುಡಿಯಲು ನಮಗೆ ಕಷ್ಟವೇ? ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯನ್ನು ನಾವು ಪೋಷಿಸಿ, ಉಳಿಸಿ, ಬೆಳೆಸದಿದ್ದರೆ ಮತ್ತ್ಯಾರು ಬರುವರು?

ಏನಂತೀರಿ? ಇದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಿಮ್ಮದೇನು ಅನಿಸಿಕೆ?

Professionalism or sentimentality?

I know, I have been rather sporadic in this space, but work has kept me busy. Speaking of work, this post is going to be a rant – not about the work itself but the kind of people and their attitude that I have been noticing of late.

The area that I work in is a niche area and people who have expertise in this field are not too many and naturally there is a good demand for them. Our organization was one of the initial few to step into this space and we’ve done some good work and we’ve had some really good people working with us. It’s another matter that many of these good people have moved on looking for greener pastures as more players have come into the market and the competition has increased. But of late, after the slow-down and the subsequent recovery in the markets and the industry, this trend has seen a sudden spike.

This is not about the attrition problem or anything of the sort – in the past few months I have seen people who are juniors in the practice with as less as 1.5-2 years experience putting down their papers without a second thought.  I know looking for a new job is each person’s own choice and right, but these are just kids. They haven’t been in this area for so long to actually gain the expertise which they think they have. Even though I and others have been here for longer than that none of us can claim to be experts, because the space and technology is so vast and so complex that you will find very few experts in this field.

These guys are fresh in the corporate world, they were just out of college and were absorbed into the practice, trained and worked on projects and learned along the way. They have been given the opportunity to be a part of this select group of people working in this space by this organization which makes them a prized catch. They do not stop to think about any of these – all that they are interested in is the money. Their list of complaints never end – from the work being monotonous and tiresome to there being a lack of onsite opportunities to the remuneration not being upto the market standard to everything else that they can think of.

It is the attitude that makes me angry and sad… there is a serious lack of interest to learn and gain domain knowledge, there is absolutely zero concern/ loyalty towards the project or the company – their first ever place of work, which gave them the independence to be on their own for the very first time in their lives. Am I being a sentimental fool? Or has the tide turned and I belong to an ‘older’ generation? Call it what you want but it has left a bitter taste and a sense of deep disappointment in me about this generation.  

Aren’t they still like fledglings stepping out into the wild – don’t they realize that they haven’t seen it all? They don’t know that the world and this industry can be cruel – the markets are surging now but it doesn’t take much to bring it down as we’ve seen so often in history. I just hope they don’t end up learning their lessons the hard way!

‘New York’ – the movie that I almost went to!

I don’t know if this would qualify as a funny incident – but I’m definitely not laughing now!

The client’s been visiting us at office and as part of the entertainment plans to keep her amused and also to cater to her particular interests, a Hindi movie viewing was planned for the evening. After much deliberation which happened a week ago where in talks of – ‘you go’… ‘No, no, you being the manager should accompany her’ to ‘the young guys should get a chance to interact’ etc. two people from the team were chosen, of which yours truly was not a part. In spite of tantalizing talks of PVR Gold Class and an all expenses paid movie outing on a weekday evening, I chose not to be the chosen-one* and had quietly slipped away.

That was, until today morning – when the concerned manager designated to accompany her and the practice-head successfully cajoled me into being the substitute – giving the usual reasons ranging from ‘lot of work’ to ‘impending delivery’ and ‘be a sport!’ to ‘I want you to have some work-life-balance!’ *indeed!* I half-heartedly agreed, but with the firm condition that at no cost would I be accompanying them for dinner to KFC *shudder* Just when I had reconciled myself and was almost getting excited and looking forward to the evening (albeit the PVR Gold class being replaced with a INOX regular arrangement), the bomb-shell was dropped. The client was not gonna make it to the movie after all – she had a couple of tasks to complete before her departure tomorrow and wouldn’t be able to spare the evening for entertainment purposes!

Now initially the selected team was morose and dejected that the plan had to be canceled, but then the practice-head sportingly said – that was no reason for us to cancel our plans. We could still go ahead and catch the movie since the tickets were already booked. First-up I was the generous and caring team-lead and offered a chance to each of my team-mates to take my place; when all of them declined with equal magnanimity I said – ‘what the heck! Lemme just go ahead and have fun’ Even as we gathered our bags and were stepping out, the thought struck me – ‘what if she comes around asking for me?’ You see, we’d kept her on her toes since the morning, sending a volley of questions and issues that she needed to address. And she had enquired after me a couple of times already in the day and there was a very good chance that she would do so again. I was in two minds – the sight of her purposefully walking towards our bay with a file in hand sealed it for me. I backed out, quickly hid my bags in a colleague’s desk and woefully asked a team-mate to go instead.

Well, that is the story of the New York movie viewing which almost happened, but didn’t!

* I couldn’t let go the chance to refer to the movie of the season, could I? Especially since I happened to catch it in the weekend and wasn’t disappointed, so to say! 😀