I remember the post I wrote same time last year. I remember like it was yesterday that I was sitting in my office in Bangalore as the clock struck midnight on the last night of 2007, writing that post and editing my essays for Darden while making plans to fly out to the US that same week. Looking back now, I could say I was in denial for the most part, but itching to get somewhere better than where I was at that time. Just that week, two out of the 4 business schools I had applied to had communicated their dings and I had no idea what I was going to do or where I was going. The only light was the change of scenery in the work place that I was being offered.
Coming to the US changed me so much! It seemed like I was learning something new at work every day, and then there was Darden. I’ll spare you details, but that was undoubtedly the best thing to happen to me in a long long time. I have to thank a lot of people for their faith in me, but special thanks to PV for his constant egging and nudging, for convincing me to take the plunge and apply. Summer of 2008 passed by in a whoosh, 2+ months of getting pampered at home by the family and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, it was time to board the flight again, to make that 24 hour journey to the place I’d begun to think of as home.
Darden. Oh what can I possible say about it that I haven’t already said before? Every day has been a new experience. I’m continuing to meet great people from different countries of the world, realizing that geographies are just lines on a flat bit of paper and that in essence we’re all the same, here to chase our dreams, ambitions and so much more. I can see that I have changed so much in the last 6 months of being here.
Without a doubt, the last year was one where I worked harder than I had ever before – first at work and then at school. I knew going in that the year was going to bring in a lot of change, but I had no idea it would be this big. Priorities, thought processes, attitudes – all changed, seemingly for the better, but only time can tell.
The coming year is going to be the big one. This time I know it and not just feel it. For starters, there are two recruitment seasons to get by at school – the internship as well as the full time in the second year. I’m going to travel to a new continent in the first quarter of the year – first person in my family to get a South American stamp on the passport, woo hoo! There’s exams, the end of first year, the start of the second year, welcoming new students, and god knows what other adventures and experiences await me and my class in this eventful year. And this is just school – which I can safely assume will be almost 100% of my world/life for this year – very welcome too! Of course, I will be blogging through it all!
Last New Year’s Eve I told myself I’d watch the ball drop from Times Square in real time - I had thought I would go to NY. This time I did watch the ball drop in real time, not from NYC but right here in NoVa. And the setting was so much better! I was surrounded by people I did not know until I met them few hours ago, yet they made me feel so welcome. New Year’s Eve couldn’t have been better, neither could new year’s day – so far away from home, yet I never felt like I was a stranger. Cheers to good friends, great people, an eventful, life-altering new year and to the rest of the blogosphere.
Note to business school applicants: Some of you may have your dreams come true this year. Some of you may not. For those in the first category, you’re going to remember this year for the rest of your lives. For those in the second, don’t worry because in the grand scheme of things, this setback will mean nothing more than a blip in a pretty blipful life! Irrespective of which bucket you fall under, good luck to all of you.
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Saturday, January 03, 2009
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Interim
One would imagine that with a nearly three month vacation, life would be a lot like sitting by the beach on a lazy summer afternoon (under the umbrella of course and slathered with liters of sun block) sipping iced tea. Pop! I just burst that bubble.
Life has been a frantic run over the past few days, under a deceptively calm veneer. I’ve finally managed to clear one of the three pre-matric exams that Darden requires us to take (all in true Infosys Perception© style) leaving me with Economics and Math to go through. And of course all the pages and pages of excel exercises. I should not be cribbing because, as mommy dearest puts it, I need to get used to the idea of actually studying – well she doesn’t put it in such flattering terms – after 3 years of giving up cramming. I guess she doesn’t know that I barely studied in my last year of engineering! Of course she doesn’t really understand the cramming I did for my certifications at the company… All she knew was that it required me to go to work on the weekends and eat pizza lunch at my cubicle! But studying isn’t all it is. I have a lot of shopping that needs to begin. I need to figure out what “Indian” things I need to take that I wouldn’t get in C’ville. We’ve done our google snooping for Indian provision stores and everything, but my mum worries that I might resort to eating out more than required if I’m strapped for ingredients! I need to watch enough tele to satisfy any craving I anticipate over the next two years for Indian television. I've been talking to a lot of old friends, and meeting with as many as I can. There are many goodbyes left to be said. And I’ve got to take my vacation!
I’m beginning my traveling a little late in the summer. This week, I’m heading off to my second favorite Indian city, Mumbai, to spend time with my best friend and to meet a few others. Maybe I can catch some Mumbaikar Dardenites too... Next weekend I’m off on a longer vacation further up north. I’ve always wanted to visit Haridwar, home of the Ganga (note: technically the Ganga originates from Gangotri, a glacier further up in the Himalayas. The Ganga also passes through Haridwar and its sister city Rishikesh, both holy places according to Hinduism. More on these places in a separate post). This is a trip I’ve been meaning to do for a long time, but somehow being in the south made it that much harder to make it. I’ve managed to convince the family to go this time with a fair bit of I’m-going-away blackmailing, something I’m resorting to a lot these days – its working every time, I should add! I’m also covering two more cities that I’ve been meaning to do since ages- Agra and Jaipur. Agra needs no introduction. It’s the home of the Taj Mahal. Enough said. Jaipur again, is tourist paradise. The pink city is home to many a beautiful palace and some rich Indian history. My camera’s going to be working on overdrive, that’s for sure! Once I’m back, it will be time to get the bags out and start packing, counting down days before I have to leave yet again. See, that’s what I find amusing. I read blogs of people in America who are moving cross-country to join school this fall, and of the major farewell parties they’re having and all the good byes they’re saying and how bad they’re feeling about moving. And all they have to do is get on a car and drive. Or at worst, get on a plane. And here I am, along with scores of other internationals that make up the diverse batch of Darden’s class of 2010, traveling to the other side of the globe, knowing that I wont be seeing my family and friends for another two years. Not to mention that should I wish to visit, it’s a 24-hour journey through 3 continents to get here! A certain fellow blogger who had the misfortune of leaving to the US on the same night as I did in January this year, will be aware of the tears I shed at the airport! And all for a 4-month stint. I don’t want to imagine how embarrassed I’m going to be this time!!
So that’s life thus far, my last lazy summer vacation. I’ll sign off now. But there’ll be a lot more action soon. Until then, here’s some other news. The sister also got a job at the company.
Life has been a frantic run over the past few days, under a deceptively calm veneer. I’ve finally managed to clear one of the three pre-matric exams that Darden requires us to take (all in true Infosys Perception© style) leaving me with Economics and Math to go through. And of course all the pages and pages of excel exercises. I should not be cribbing because, as mommy dearest puts it, I need to get used to the idea of actually studying – well she doesn’t put it in such flattering terms – after 3 years of giving up cramming. I guess she doesn’t know that I barely studied in my last year of engineering! Of course she doesn’t really understand the cramming I did for my certifications at the company… All she knew was that it required me to go to work on the weekends and eat pizza lunch at my cubicle! But studying isn’t all it is. I have a lot of shopping that needs to begin. I need to figure out what “Indian” things I need to take that I wouldn’t get in C’ville. We’ve done our google snooping for Indian provision stores and everything, but my mum worries that I might resort to eating out more than required if I’m strapped for ingredients! I need to watch enough tele to satisfy any craving I anticipate over the next two years for Indian television. I've been talking to a lot of old friends, and meeting with as many as I can. There are many goodbyes left to be said. And I’ve got to take my vacation!
I’m beginning my traveling a little late in the summer. This week, I’m heading off to my second favorite Indian city, Mumbai, to spend time with my best friend and to meet a few others. Maybe I can catch some Mumbaikar Dardenites too... Next weekend I’m off on a longer vacation further up north. I’ve always wanted to visit Haridwar, home of the Ganga (note: technically the Ganga originates from Gangotri, a glacier further up in the Himalayas. The Ganga also passes through Haridwar and its sister city Rishikesh, both holy places according to Hinduism. More on these places in a separate post). This is a trip I’ve been meaning to do for a long time, but somehow being in the south made it that much harder to make it. I’ve managed to convince the family to go this time with a fair bit of I’m-going-away blackmailing, something I’m resorting to a lot these days – its working every time, I should add! I’m also covering two more cities that I’ve been meaning to do since ages- Agra and Jaipur. Agra needs no introduction. It’s the home of the Taj Mahal. Enough said. Jaipur again, is tourist paradise. The pink city is home to many a beautiful palace and some rich Indian history. My camera’s going to be working on overdrive, that’s for sure! Once I’m back, it will be time to get the bags out and start packing, counting down days before I have to leave yet again. See, that’s what I find amusing. I read blogs of people in America who are moving cross-country to join school this fall, and of the major farewell parties they’re having and all the good byes they’re saying and how bad they’re feeling about moving. And all they have to do is get on a car and drive. Or at worst, get on a plane. And here I am, along with scores of other internationals that make up the diverse batch of Darden’s class of 2010, traveling to the other side of the globe, knowing that I wont be seeing my family and friends for another two years. Not to mention that should I wish to visit, it’s a 24-hour journey through 3 continents to get here! A certain fellow blogger who had the misfortune of leaving to the US on the same night as I did in January this year, will be aware of the tears I shed at the airport! And all for a 4-month stint. I don’t want to imagine how embarrassed I’m going to be this time!!
So that’s life thus far, my last lazy summer vacation. I’ll sign off now. But there’ll be a lot more action soon. Until then, here’s some other news. The sister also got a job at the company.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Unemployed
I bid good-bye to the company a fortnight ago. It was sudden and I’m pretty sure I missed out a few names in my goodbye email. Funnily enough, I’d been composing that email in my head for the past year and a half, but when it came to actually typing it out, I was at a loss for words. I’d decided that the wonderful people I’d met along the way did not merit a generic email so I grouped them and sent out a different email to each group… I had so much to say…
That last day, as I walked from B4 to the Powerhouse Gate for that last bus ride home, I tried to take in as many of the sightes and sounds as possible… Most of them had become so familiar that I would walk on unseeingly. That day I felt a strange sense of nostalgia – and joy- at my departure from the place that made it all happen for me. I might not have loved my job to the point of being passionate about it, but I loved the atmosphere, the people, the transparency of the organization and I loved just generally being part of it all. The company gave me the freedom to be what I was, to distribute my time between work and all the extra-curricular stuff I was doing and in the process, gave me self-confidence and set a standard for how the workplace should be. If the initial few months gave me my fantastic friends, the latter months gave me a chance to work with some amazing individuals as colleagues. Most unforgettable are my 3 managers from WAG and KRFT – In the span of a year spent working under these 3 people, I learnt more than I did from anyone else. One taught me time management – get to office at 8, leave at 5 and get everything wrapped in that time, including fun! Another taught me the traits of a true manager – team spirit, encouragement, support – be it while helping her team through a downsize or sitting through a quiz as audience after hours just to provide support to her team and see them through to victory or while recognizing the talent in each team member and pushing them to achieve visibility in the organization. My last manager at the company taught me the all-important skills of organizing and conducting meetings and liaising with client folk, while showing faith in my abilities. To all three of them: I may not have been the best or star member of your team, but you made me feel like I was important enough and that gave me the impetus to outperform. I carry the lessons you all taught me all the way to business school. I may never work with you again, but every time I practice any of the lessons you taught me, rest assured I will send out a silent prayer of thanks.
Finally, here is a picture from the company… inspite of monickers like dog-tag and mangalsutra, a colleague and fellow-quitter agreed with me that the pride we felt the first time we swiped our ID cards at the gates of the office was unparalleled and undiminished despite any unhappiness we might have felt or any achievements in the months since that day. I beeped in one last time at the swipe-cards in the reception at B4 that morning and as I handed in my temporary ID card that evening, I walked away with a confusion of a smile and a grimace. I felt sad to leave but I felt happy to have been a part of the experience, a part of the monumental achievement of 5 people who started out on a dream and have never given up since then. I wished I'd gotten to keep my ID card and out that evening at the B4 reception, the way I'd done it for the past two years. But I guess in some ways it's good I didn't. Perhaps that's what's so special about Infy. You can leave, but you can never really get it out of your system. In some corner of your memory, you're always an Infy-ite. I like that feeling...
Here’s to Infosys and it’s bright and prosperous future!
That last day, as I walked from B4 to the Powerhouse Gate for that last bus ride home, I tried to take in as many of the sightes and sounds as possible… Most of them had become so familiar that I would walk on unseeingly. That day I felt a strange sense of nostalgia – and joy- at my departure from the place that made it all happen for me. I might not have loved my job to the point of being passionate about it, but I loved the atmosphere, the people, the transparency of the organization and I loved just generally being part of it all. The company gave me the freedom to be what I was, to distribute my time between work and all the extra-curricular stuff I was doing and in the process, gave me self-confidence and set a standard for how the workplace should be. If the initial few months gave me my fantastic friends, the latter months gave me a chance to work with some amazing individuals as colleagues. Most unforgettable are my 3 managers from WAG and KRFT – In the span of a year spent working under these 3 people, I learnt more than I did from anyone else. One taught me time management – get to office at 8, leave at 5 and get everything wrapped in that time, including fun! Another taught me the traits of a true manager – team spirit, encouragement, support – be it while helping her team through a downsize or sitting through a quiz as audience after hours just to provide support to her team and see them through to victory or while recognizing the talent in each team member and pushing them to achieve visibility in the organization. My last manager at the company taught me the all-important skills of organizing and conducting meetings and liaising with client folk, while showing faith in my abilities. To all three of them: I may not have been the best or star member of your team, but you made me feel like I was important enough and that gave me the impetus to outperform. I carry the lessons you all taught me all the way to business school. I may never work with you again, but every time I practice any of the lessons you taught me, rest assured I will send out a silent prayer of thanks.
Finally, here is a picture from the company… inspite of monickers like dog-tag and mangalsutra, a colleague and fellow-quitter agreed with me that the pride we felt the first time we swiped our ID cards at the gates of the office was unparalleled and undiminished despite any unhappiness we might have felt or any achievements in the months since that day. I beeped in one last time at the swipe-cards in the reception at B4 that morning and as I handed in my temporary ID card that evening, I walked away with a confusion of a smile and a grimace. I felt sad to leave but I felt happy to have been a part of the experience, a part of the monumental achievement of 5 people who started out on a dream and have never given up since then. I wished I'd gotten to keep my ID card and out that evening at the B4 reception, the way I'd done it for the past two years. But I guess in some ways it's good I didn't. Perhaps that's what's so special about Infy. You can leave, but you can never really get it out of your system. In some corner of your memory, you're always an Infy-ite. I like that feeling...
Here’s to Infosys and it’s bright and prosperous future!
Afterthought: As I reflect on the last couple of days at Infy, I realize I couldn't have made a better exit - I won a general + business quiz held at Shols DC a day before I left. I partnered with a friend and our attendance was very last-minute; in fact, the only reason I was present at the audi was to tell the quizmaster, a friend of mine, that I would have to skip the quiz even though I'd promised to attend. But the sight of that presentation and the curiousity to explore what lay beyond Slide 1 got me sitting there and going through the entire quiz... and even winning it on the tie-breaker! It was good to go out with a bang than just fade away like the countless others.
Friday, December 28, 2007
In The Run Up To New Year
This is going to be the first new year's eve that I am NOT going to look forward to.
You guessed right, I am going to rant, so click off if you're having too much fun and don't want to have to deal with one whiner right now.
Back to the new year's eve that I am not looking forward to. I am alone, away from family, in a god forsaken part of India's happening city. I am working on new year's eve AND on new year's day. I am going to be running around getting a million different papers in order before I fly out. And believe me, running around here sounds like a great work out at first, but loses the novelty soon enough - I am not making this one up. I have been running from one end of this sprawling campus to the other all day and my head is pounding and I can't even will my feet to take me to Terminal for dinner! And after all this running around, I still have not got any of the documents I was promised. Am I pissed or what!
This weekend I'm going to be here on campus, trying to wrap up my applications. I still have one very important essay to write from scratch, for my top college preference. I'm hating myself for getting into this state - had I begun earlier I'd be paying credit card bills for all college applications. I've just done two of them so far and I have my most important ones coming up next week. So basically this weekend is going to be spent in front of a dell desktop tap-tapping away to oblivion. I don't know about you but my life sure is happening!
With seemingly million things to do before next Thursday and feeling the need to be in more than one place at a give time, I'll be really fortunate if I get out of this place in one piece and more so if I make it to my flight on Friday night with all my papers and luggage intact. I'll squeeze in one more post later about this flight thing that I'm suddenly talking about. Beginning yesterday I seem to have been overloaded with information that makes very little sense. Thankfully I've made copious notes ( or so I think) so I'm going to pore over them as bedside reading tonight so that I can make some sense out of them.
Basically this new year's is going to suck big time. I probably won't even know when it comes and goes. And I'll probably be ultra cranky too. I'm already getting there.
Of all the months for this to happen, why in god's name did it have to be the holiday season?????
Afterthought:
As I was pondering on the labels to put for this post, I put in experiences too. And I got to thinking how I would justify this post as an experience. Well turns out it is. It's going to mark the beginning of a year that is going to change my life completely, in so many more ways than I can foresee now. This party's just getting started!
You guessed right, I am going to rant, so click off if you're having too much fun and don't want to have to deal with one whiner right now.
Back to the new year's eve that I am not looking forward to. I am alone, away from family, in a god forsaken part of India's happening city. I am working on new year's eve AND on new year's day. I am going to be running around getting a million different papers in order before I fly out. And believe me, running around here sounds like a great work out at first, but loses the novelty soon enough - I am not making this one up. I have been running from one end of this sprawling campus to the other all day and my head is pounding and I can't even will my feet to take me to Terminal for dinner! And after all this running around, I still have not got any of the documents I was promised. Am I pissed or what!
This weekend I'm going to be here on campus, trying to wrap up my applications. I still have one very important essay to write from scratch, for my top college preference. I'm hating myself for getting into this state - had I begun earlier I'd be paying credit card bills for all college applications. I've just done two of them so far and I have my most important ones coming up next week. So basically this weekend is going to be spent in front of a dell desktop tap-tapping away to oblivion. I don't know about you but my life sure is happening!
With seemingly million things to do before next Thursday and feeling the need to be in more than one place at a give time, I'll be really fortunate if I get out of this place in one piece and more so if I make it to my flight on Friday night with all my papers and luggage intact. I'll squeeze in one more post later about this flight thing that I'm suddenly talking about. Beginning yesterday I seem to have been overloaded with information that makes very little sense. Thankfully I've made copious notes ( or so I think) so I'm going to pore over them as bedside reading tonight so that I can make some sense out of them.
Basically this new year's is going to suck big time. I probably won't even know when it comes and goes. And I'll probably be ultra cranky too. I'm already getting there.
Of all the months for this to happen, why in god's name did it have to be the holiday season?????
Afterthought:
As I was pondering on the labels to put for this post, I put in experiences too. And I got to thinking how I would justify this post as an experience. Well turns out it is. It's going to mark the beginning of a year that is going to change my life completely, in so many more ways than I can foresee now. This party's just getting started!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Live!
After watching all corporate events at the company via webcast over the last year and half, I finally got to watch one event live at location last night. The Awards for Excellence were held here at the Bangalore campus (as always) last night and I had been looking forward to watching the event live for some time now. And what do you know, I was not one bit disappointed!
This year our special guests were a noted journalist and news show anchor from CNBC (SB) who was present here for the event and Sunita Williams via telecon! Now you can see why I was all excited! Of course one of my favorite personalities from the company, the proprietor of the flat world concept (FlatWorld), was here too and I always look forward to what he has to say.
The weather was as amazing as always. Chill, windy (coming from down south, this kind of weather tends to get me high!) and with a slight drizzle every now and then. Not everyone would agree with this being awesome weather but it didn’t dampen anybody’s enthusiasm and the crowd only increased as the event progressed. There were employees after a day of work, sitting with Coffee Day mobile coffees in hand, wrapped in their shawls and sweaters, or like me, zipped up in jackets. Since it was an awards ceremony, there were the customary men and women in ultra formals – these were the award winners, all decked up for the moment before the flash bulbs posing with SB and FlatWorld; these pictures will then sit smartly atop the glass shelves in their cabins at work, ensconced in weather proof frames. There were also the families of the award winners: young wives and toddlers, old parents, dressed in warm wear and clapping enthusiastically when their children went on stage to receive their awards.
I’ve never been too much of a fan of SB’s. I guess it’s because an ex-teamie of mine would go on and on about her – he is a big fan- and so I just got too sick of hearing about her to actually think about whether I was a fan or no. Of course, I like the way she does the news. But that’s it. But given my background, I have deep respect for women achievers, especially those in fields where there are many different levels of the glass ceiling that one has to breach before straddling a position of authority. And therefore, yesterday I realized that I would have to admire SB for her determination, if nothing else, that came through in her succinctly worded speech. She spoke about the lessons she had learnt as a journalist, in the industry for a decade. She was articulate, confident, humble and most of all, willing to share her experiences. Although her speech did remind me a bit about a business school essay, but that’s probably because I’m so saturated!
Sunita Williams was once again, not a disappointment. With all the newsprint and media attention she has been garnering in recent times, there is very little about her that we do not know. Yet the company had done a good job of picking the questions that would be posed for her to answer. These questions were submitted by employees on an internal forum and about ten questions were handpicked among those. Although we could not see Sunita, we could hear her smile and laughter as she graciously answered all the questions and participated in a little friendly banter with the hostess, a popular radio jockey from Bangalore.
Soon it was time for the event to wrap up. The guests would be whisked off to their hotels in the speedy and silent golf carts that will course through the many routes between the OAT and the main gate of the campus, and the OAT would wear its habitual deserted look once more. People all dispersed a little earlier to dig into the buffet that was arranged for them. I had to make do with paid dosas from the Terminal because I don’t belong to either centers so my name was not on the food coupon list! Ah, the travails of being a temp-transferee!
The only disappointment of the evening was FlatWorld. Despite the name and the connotation, I always enjoy his speeches. He has lots to say and he says it well. He’s got the stage presence too – yes I’m a fan! So what? Unfortunately he decided to introduce SB and remain a mute spectator for the most part. Too bad! The last time I watched FlatWorld live, during training at The Campus, I was completely bowled over by his presence there. I even got to take a picture with him!!!
But that couldn’t take away from the fact that I was watching yesterday’s event live at Bangalore! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
This year our special guests were a noted journalist and news show anchor from CNBC (SB) who was present here for the event and Sunita Williams via telecon! Now you can see why I was all excited! Of course one of my favorite personalities from the company, the proprietor of the flat world concept (FlatWorld), was here too and I always look forward to what he has to say.
The weather was as amazing as always. Chill, windy (coming from down south, this kind of weather tends to get me high!) and with a slight drizzle every now and then. Not everyone would agree with this being awesome weather but it didn’t dampen anybody’s enthusiasm and the crowd only increased as the event progressed. There were employees after a day of work, sitting with Coffee Day mobile coffees in hand, wrapped in their shawls and sweaters, or like me, zipped up in jackets. Since it was an awards ceremony, there were the customary men and women in ultra formals – these were the award winners, all decked up for the moment before the flash bulbs posing with SB and FlatWorld; these pictures will then sit smartly atop the glass shelves in their cabins at work, ensconced in weather proof frames. There were also the families of the award winners: young wives and toddlers, old parents, dressed in warm wear and clapping enthusiastically when their children went on stage to receive their awards.
I’ve never been too much of a fan of SB’s. I guess it’s because an ex-teamie of mine would go on and on about her – he is a big fan- and so I just got too sick of hearing about her to actually think about whether I was a fan or no. Of course, I like the way she does the news. But that’s it. But given my background, I have deep respect for women achievers, especially those in fields where there are many different levels of the glass ceiling that one has to breach before straddling a position of authority. And therefore, yesterday I realized that I would have to admire SB for her determination, if nothing else, that came through in her succinctly worded speech. She spoke about the lessons she had learnt as a journalist, in the industry for a decade. She was articulate, confident, humble and most of all, willing to share her experiences. Although her speech did remind me a bit about a business school essay, but that’s probably because I’m so saturated!
Sunita Williams was once again, not a disappointment. With all the newsprint and media attention she has been garnering in recent times, there is very little about her that we do not know. Yet the company had done a good job of picking the questions that would be posed for her to answer. These questions were submitted by employees on an internal forum and about ten questions were handpicked among those. Although we could not see Sunita, we could hear her smile and laughter as she graciously answered all the questions and participated in a little friendly banter with the hostess, a popular radio jockey from Bangalore.
Soon it was time for the event to wrap up. The guests would be whisked off to their hotels in the speedy and silent golf carts that will course through the many routes between the OAT and the main gate of the campus, and the OAT would wear its habitual deserted look once more. People all dispersed a little earlier to dig into the buffet that was arranged for them. I had to make do with paid dosas from the Terminal because I don’t belong to either centers so my name was not on the food coupon list! Ah, the travails of being a temp-transferee!
The only disappointment of the evening was FlatWorld. Despite the name and the connotation, I always enjoy his speeches. He has lots to say and he says it well. He’s got the stage presence too – yes I’m a fan! So what? Unfortunately he decided to introduce SB and remain a mute spectator for the most part. Too bad! The last time I watched FlatWorld live, during training at The Campus, I was completely bowled over by his presence there. I even got to take a picture with him!!!
But that couldn’t take away from the fact that I was watching yesterday’s event live at Bangalore! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Bench revisited
Just because I'm from IT, it doesn't mean I am going to talk about that eagerly anticipated period in one's career in IT, the time when you are not required to clock more than six hours a day and your responsibilities involve ensuring that every chain mail or forward that you receive in your email inbox is religiously forwarded out to countless other people. So no, this is not about that.
This is about a tradition from training days at "The Campus" where the gang used to sit on these wooden benches under the trees near the hostels. They were also smoking zones, so it suited most members fine. It was shady, and there was just enough room for the entire junta to sit and talk crap for hours. Real crap. Stuff ranging from Rajnikanth's so called greatness to brands of underwear ( I swear only some members of the gang participated in that last one).
After training, I moved to a different city on transfer and the benches here were smoking zones only. Which meant that if you went there, you had to have a cigarrette... Actually you'd be lucky just to find a place to sit! So recently, I had the opportunity to "put bench" again, here in Bangalore. Even the weather was like training times - a nip in the breeze that was blowing through the sprawling campus, enough to keep my jacket zipped all the way to the chin. What was different was that this time it was just two of us. And a bag of soggy MacDs and more soggy french fries! We discussed stuff again, not crap this time of course.
I was reminded of how much our lives have changed, some for the better and some that are so different from earlier times, younger days. Now, there was too much to discuss and none of it was crap. I felt a little sad about that. But it's ok. I like to think that the crap belongs to days gone by. The here and the now are the most important, especially for both of us who were there at the bench next to the Terminal. I can see that we're all on separate tracks now... some converge some diverge but all essentially remain unique.
This is about a tradition from training days at "The Campus" where the gang used to sit on these wooden benches under the trees near the hostels. They were also smoking zones, so it suited most members fine. It was shady, and there was just enough room for the entire junta to sit and talk crap for hours. Real crap. Stuff ranging from Rajnikanth's so called greatness to brands of underwear ( I swear only some members of the gang participated in that last one).
After training, I moved to a different city on transfer and the benches here were smoking zones only. Which meant that if you went there, you had to have a cigarrette... Actually you'd be lucky just to find a place to sit! So recently, I had the opportunity to "put bench" again, here in Bangalore. Even the weather was like training times - a nip in the breeze that was blowing through the sprawling campus, enough to keep my jacket zipped all the way to the chin. What was different was that this time it was just two of us. And a bag of soggy MacDs and more soggy french fries! We discussed stuff again, not crap this time of course.
I was reminded of how much our lives have changed, some for the better and some that are so different from earlier times, younger days. Now, there was too much to discuss and none of it was crap. I felt a little sad about that. But it's ok. I like to think that the crap belongs to days gone by. The here and the now are the most important, especially for both of us who were there at the bench next to the Terminal. I can see that we're all on separate tracks now... some converge some diverge but all essentially remain unique.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Tring Tring – Silence!
Whatever happened to the regular telephone ring?
I cannot remember the last time I heard the trrrrrrrrrng!–
I was not trying to make that rhyme.
I was just a little hard pressed for time.
So here I was on a regular Monday morning,
I had a test but instead I was yawning.
When suddenly out of the blue
A mobile phone rings, I don’t know who
Left it on full blast – it startled me
It was a popular rock song, it played on fully.
Other people poked their heads out
I also looked up to see what it was all about
Apparently the music was too loud, the volume high
But was it only because it was something they didn't like?
So later today when another phone rang
And the latest Tamil movie song it sang,
How come no one seemed to mind it?
It rubs me wrong; that’s an unfair bit!
If it’s English it’s too much noise,
If it’s Tamil, then it’s a beautiful voice?
Why do you want to be such a hypocrite?
Why can’t you instead keep your phone quiet?
Nine hours a day, with many a clickety click
Do we need more sound, even good music?
So please remember dear colleague or friend,
When you get to work, put that phone on silent!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Some faith!
Yesterday at work we had this really fun session called Onsite Readiness. It was, as the name suggests, an information sharing session for people who are likely to go onsite in the near future, by people who have spent many years in various countries. It was the best session I've been to in a long time. The two men who conducted it were very senior people, who have held a variety of responsibilities in the company over their careers, and have travelled to a variety of countries across the globe - some in personal capacity and some on work. The session was peppered with anecdotes from China, America, Spain... and even India!
It really got me thinking about the company is a positive light, and this is the first time since training that I've thought that way. It's no wonder that the company has such a good image in the world - their brand ambassadors - people like the ones who conducted that session - are seasoned professionals, well read, articulate, well travelled and most importantly, very grounded. It does not mean I like this place any better or that I actually want to go onsite or any of that sh*t. It just makes me realize that I work in a company that does have some decent people - even if I do not get to interact with them on an everyday basis. I still feel I need to get out to keep my sanity. But perhaps, someday I should like to return here. In some other capacity than the one I am in currently.
It really got me thinking about the company is a positive light, and this is the first time since training that I've thought that way. It's no wonder that the company has such a good image in the world - their brand ambassadors - people like the ones who conducted that session - are seasoned professionals, well read, articulate, well travelled and most importantly, very grounded. It does not mean I like this place any better or that I actually want to go onsite or any of that sh*t. It just makes me realize that I work in a company that does have some decent people - even if I do not get to interact with them on an everyday basis. I still feel I need to get out to keep my sanity. But perhaps, someday I should like to return here. In some other capacity than the one I am in currently.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Outsourcing and some other stuff
It’s time for some more (negative) publicity for outsourcing. American elections are coming up and so these issues are in the line of fire once again (there were there last just about 5 years ago, when our dear hero was voted for second term). Along with that another side kick of an issue has earned its share of rumbling. This is the issue of the H1B visa. This of course has caused a bit of a furor among the IT junta. Having my name in the lottery caused me also to be copied on all the mails that were doing the rounds at work, about the latest on the visa issue.
So what was all the noise about anyways? Well some members of the American senate decided that granting as many H1Bs as they do is proving detrimental to the employment figures of the local population in their country. They have this concept of Phantom GDP that explains why they were hailing outsourcing as the next big things all these years but suddenly have the numbers that prove that, well, it's not all they imagined! The long and short of it is that they opine that when we go ‘ onsite’, as it is called in IT parlance, we rob an American local of his job. Of course, they forget to mention here that the amount it would cost our dear client companies to pay an American to do the job is more than it would cost them to have two Indian IT yuppies there to do the same job and then some more! So anyways they decided that they would have some kind of lottery system to decide who among the thousands who apply for visas will be the exalted beings that will get to grace their shores. It doesn’t make sense to me at all so I’m not going to say too much about it here. All I know is that they don’t understand that H1B or not, getting us to do the work is a win-win for both parties and a win-lose for the aforementioned exalted parties. Win- lose you wonder? Well, you win because you get to go. You lose because once you’re there, you lose all your sleep and peace of mind. People say that the lose part makes up for the number of zeros that add to your bank balance. I don’t know about that though and I don’t think it is food for thought.
We will come back to outsourcing for now. I read somewhere that there are organizations in the US – where else! - that are willing to outsource journalism! Simply put it means that you can, sitting here in India, cover an even that is going on in some part of the US! Sounds improbable? You’ll be surprised! Pasadena Now, a local news website has hired reporters from India to cover Council meetings sitting in the comfort of well, their country! According to a printed interview of the guy who owns this website, this move has been done in keeping with budget issues. You can read more about this here. Apparently, this is passé stuff because the Wall Street Journal regularly gets Reuters reports for its editions that are written in India’s silicon valley, Bangalore. Needless to say, the American media has been to quick to lap this up and the ensuing buzz that this news has created.
Where there is controversy of this sort there are also some funny takes! You will recall that I recently pointed you to a really classy article on Joshua Bell’s impromptu undercover concert in Washington DC subway station. The author of that brilliant piece has written another classy and really hilarious piece on his take on the outsourcing of journalism. You can read that and have yourself a good laugh right here. This isn’t long and is a must for those who are familiar with the politics of Tamil Nadu - the rest of you can read it too so long as you know the name of our Chief Minister.
So what’s the bottom line here? Nothing much really. They made a lot of noise about something. They managed to create some noise here. They got their way for this year. What’s left to be seen is if they’ll get their votes. I suppose that could be the stuff of another post. Meanwhile, we’ll just remain mute spectators to all the job-hopping that is going to be seen here among those who have got their visa applications rejected. And of course we will be mute and enthusiastic spectators to more Indian journalists getting their names in the black and whites of American news business.
Are we in for some entertainment or what!
So what was all the noise about anyways? Well some members of the American senate decided that granting as many H1Bs as they do is proving detrimental to the employment figures of the local population in their country. They have this concept of Phantom GDP that explains why they were hailing outsourcing as the next big things all these years but suddenly have the numbers that prove that, well, it's not all they imagined! The long and short of it is that they opine that when we go ‘ onsite’, as it is called in IT parlance, we rob an American local of his job. Of course, they forget to mention here that the amount it would cost our dear client companies to pay an American to do the job is more than it would cost them to have two Indian IT yuppies there to do the same job and then some more! So anyways they decided that they would have some kind of lottery system to decide who among the thousands who apply for visas will be the exalted beings that will get to grace their shores. It doesn’t make sense to me at all so I’m not going to say too much about it here. All I know is that they don’t understand that H1B or not, getting us to do the work is a win-win for both parties and a win-lose for the aforementioned exalted parties. Win- lose you wonder? Well, you win because you get to go. You lose because once you’re there, you lose all your sleep and peace of mind. People say that the lose part makes up for the number of zeros that add to your bank balance. I don’t know about that though and I don’t think it is food for thought.
We will come back to outsourcing for now. I read somewhere that there are organizations in the US – where else! - that are willing to outsource journalism! Simply put it means that you can, sitting here in India, cover an even that is going on in some part of the US! Sounds improbable? You’ll be surprised! Pasadena Now, a local news website has hired reporters from India to cover Council meetings sitting in the comfort of well, their country! According to a printed interview of the guy who owns this website, this move has been done in keeping with budget issues. You can read more about this here. Apparently, this is passé stuff because the Wall Street Journal regularly gets Reuters reports for its editions that are written in India’s silicon valley, Bangalore. Needless to say, the American media has been to quick to lap this up and the ensuing buzz that this news has created.
Where there is controversy of this sort there are also some funny takes! You will recall that I recently pointed you to a really classy article on Joshua Bell’s impromptu undercover concert in Washington DC subway station. The author of that brilliant piece has written another classy and really hilarious piece on his take on the outsourcing of journalism. You can read that and have yourself a good laugh right here. This isn’t long and is a must for those who are familiar with the politics of Tamil Nadu - the rest of you can read it too so long as you know the name of our Chief Minister.
So what’s the bottom line here? Nothing much really. They made a lot of noise about something. They managed to create some noise here. They got their way for this year. What’s left to be seen is if they’ll get their votes. I suppose that could be the stuff of another post. Meanwhile, we’ll just remain mute spectators to all the job-hopping that is going to be seen here among those who have got their visa applications rejected. And of course we will be mute and enthusiastic spectators to more Indian journalists getting their names in the black and whites of American news business.
Are we in for some entertainment or what!
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Alive!
Hang on while I stretch...
This person I chat with everyday believes my blog has died a tragic death... am not sure it's dead, but there has been a sort of tragic silence around here... tragic only because it seems forgotten. But I am back, and I just wanted to let everyone know.
I haven't been anywhere particular in the last few months actually. In fact, I've been pretty much glued by the butt to this chair I am sitting on right now, for most part of the past few months... and when I havent been glued to this chair, I've been glued to another one at home...
In the meantime, it turns out I've completed a year in this place. Sounds good, huh! I still don't believe it's been a year. I'm having a tough time deciding if it's because it went in a whoooooosh! or because it seemed, at times, to drag on for eternity... When I do decide, I'll get back with a post about it. But the fact of the matter remains that one year or not, the drudgery and predictability of the routine that has become the sole essence of this life in recent times, remains and continues, like the view from the top floor of a building, that seems to stretch for as long as you can see, seemingly further too... And yet you know that you are also a part of that seemigly unending crowd, lost in the view from some other tower top. Oh the anonymity of it all....
Oh well, I guess it's the same everywhere. I wouldn't really know though...
I should be getting back to work.
This person I chat with everyday believes my blog has died a tragic death... am not sure it's dead, but there has been a sort of tragic silence around here... tragic only because it seems forgotten. But I am back, and I just wanted to let everyone know.
I haven't been anywhere particular in the last few months actually. In fact, I've been pretty much glued by the butt to this chair I am sitting on right now, for most part of the past few months... and when I havent been glued to this chair, I've been glued to another one at home...
In the meantime, it turns out I've completed a year in this place. Sounds good, huh! I still don't believe it's been a year. I'm having a tough time deciding if it's because it went in a whoooooosh! or because it seemed, at times, to drag on for eternity... When I do decide, I'll get back with a post about it. But the fact of the matter remains that one year or not, the drudgery and predictability of the routine that has become the sole essence of this life in recent times, remains and continues, like the view from the top floor of a building, that seems to stretch for as long as you can see, seemingly further too... And yet you know that you are also a part of that seemigly unending crowd, lost in the view from some other tower top. Oh the anonymity of it all....
Oh well, I guess it's the same everywhere. I wouldn't really know though...
I should be getting back to work.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Untitled
I'm sitting in my office, racing against time to meet a deadline tomorrow andthis song comes to mind. I am not sure why...
Its a song titled 'Soon Forget' , by my favourite band Pearl Jam.
Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette
Thinks he’ll get the girl, he’ll only get the mechanic
What’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget
That’s one more time around, the sun is going down
The moon is out, but he’s drunk and shouting, putting people down
He’s pissing, he’s living a day he’ll soon forget
Counts his money every morning, the only thing that keeps him horny
Locked in a giant house, that’s alarming
The townsfolk, they all laugh
Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent
Seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get
And it’s fitting, he’s barely living a day he’ll soon forget
That’s one more time around, and there is not a sound
He’s lying dead, clutching Benjamins, never put the money down
He’s stiffening, we’re all whistling, a man we’ll soon forget .
PS. the red lines are my favourite in the song
Its a song titled 'Soon Forget' , by my favourite band Pearl Jam.
Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette
Thinks he’ll get the girl, he’ll only get the mechanic
What’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget
That’s one more time around, the sun is going down
The moon is out, but he’s drunk and shouting, putting people down
He’s pissing, he’s living a day he’ll soon forget
Counts his money every morning, the only thing that keeps him horny
Locked in a giant house, that’s alarming
The townsfolk, they all laugh
Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent
Seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get
And it’s fitting, he’s barely living a day he’ll soon forget
That’s one more time around, and there is not a sound
He’s lying dead, clutching Benjamins, never put the money down
He’s stiffening, we’re all whistling, a man we’ll soon forget .
PS. the red lines are my favourite in the song
Friday, May 19, 2006
A DAY IN THE LIFE….
disclaimer: A work of a stressed brain's imagination only.
Is not an indicator of anything or anybody.
If you are dumb enough to think otherwise then you are exactly that: dumb enough!
800:
orkut.com
Y the f*** are these arbit ppl adding me… how do I get rid of it… do I have a conference call today… holy cow, I need to check outlook account…
Click… click…click…
Aah, no mail from the junta onsite…wat time is it there now?
Oktoberfest on discovery channel looked awessssome…sigh…
Its raining men hallelujah…
Damn this connection is slow…
S***, I cannot believe A is looking so good… last I remember of A was this nerdy pre-teen…
857:
F***! Its nine… think I should begin work for the day… f*** man!
Fwd:calvinn for the day!
Y does he always write it as calvinn??
He he,6 followed by 2 billion zeros!!
Think I should fwd this to Bangalore junta? Shit man, have to type out all the names… must create mailing list… no time man!
Click.. click…
Wat is the new dog called? Marma duke was the old one… if I had a dog I’d call it Dog.
Who wrote that book…
shit man, that was a bloody brilliant post…are they kicking ass or wat!
Oooh… where have I seen that pic before…
904:
Y the f*** is my comp so damn slow… WSAD, u continue to ruin my life…
Ok, tasks for the day are…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
buy mineral water bottle at 1030 break…
take 1030 break…
complete pagination for all the 3 billion screens by EOD today…
“hello, is this a good time to call…. Was wondering in the …about the … wat about the sorting, is it in ascending or descending by default? ... ”
Load songs on media player and begin for the day…
s***, 9 hours before I hit shut down…
must leave by 630…
I think he’s forgotten to check in files … now how am I going to work?
“I must be an acrobat to talk like this and act like that…” man, they rock!!
1000:
S*** man, I forgot to switch on the bloody D@^#!
WEENUS… is that how its spelt? What did it stand for? Shouldn’t miss today’s FRIENDS …
1100:
“umm…pl can you jus help me out with this…”
Am I ever going to debug anything in my life without help!
“see its very simple, you jus have to pass this object of the .... into the ... and then…”
ZZzzzz! Hebrew alert!
“I’m on the highway to hell…”
1120:
Too late to take that break now…am dying of thirst here…
“hush, hush, thought I heard you calling my name now…”
1200:
Maybe I should go for lunch… maybe I should just finish this bit and then go…
F*** all, D@^#! for previous week rejected… and just why may I ask…
Yay, mail!
“please give module code pertaining to offshore”
“please clock 45 hours”
Hello, I am working more hours than that… cant help it if I keep forgetting to switch the damn thing on…
If I can go thro one Monday without having my D@^#! rejected…
1230:
Aah that time of the day again…
Rubber rotis and extra oily, extra spicy curry!
The long wait at the juice counter for a glassful of sugar syrup… some things are so comforting in their sheer predictability…
S***, today again… you have to turn the tap to get the water to come, u retard!
1300:
I hate post lunch…
Damn, I was supposed to finish all the tasks in my whiteboard by lunch…
F***, 5 hours to go… I have to leave by 630…
“… get unit testing done and log defects in tracker in your account…”
Futile exercise isn’t it especially since I am going to be assigning the defects to myself…
1330:
“…get the issues resolved in half an hour and then we can begin on the
Next screen…”
Mummyyyyyyyyy! I wanna go home, I don’t want to do another screen…
1430:
How the hell does one do this man…
I have to leave by 630 today…
‘…here without you baby, you’re still on my lonely mind…”
I’m going to put call to some junta now…
No I am going to finish all my work and put escape at 630…
“13a See tide’s turning in Northern England(8)”
Hmm…what can it be…
1520:
I am not going to be able to finish this much…
“have u begun on the next set of screens?”
“ no I haven’t… I’ll begin in a bit, as soon as I am thro with this…”
“… I don’t know which way the wind will blow… don’t wanna see you cry, I know that this is not goodbye..”
I have to leave by 630…
1600:
Hmmm… create new… .java…
Before that, put on floyd- the only way to code!!
F***! Server is down…
“..nobody knows where you are, how near or how far..
..shine on you crazy diamond…”
Test queries… F8…enter…shift+F7…
Spaceman spiff…
Aah coffee break time, that means time take a walk…corn and juice…
Maybe I can take the 520 bus…
1645:
Public…
throws ...Exception, LogicalException
{
if (…
{
String strError =
…
“…breathe…breathe in the air…”
1720:
I cannot, cannot do this anymore…
I have to make it outta here by another hour…
S*** man, this thing is jus not getting over…
620… 620…
1816:
Damn, I am missing that bus for sure… f*** man…
720… have to make it to the 720…
1917:
F*** man, this review is NOT getting over…
…aaah! Finally…
“… so we can have a call to discuss this now?”
NOOooooo…
2016:
Stop talking… stop talking…
Finally!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRgggggggh! F*** I cannot miss this bus!
20:19:55:
Finally made it!!!
TGIF!!!
I want window seat....
Perfection!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Is not an indicator of anything or anybody.
If you are dumb enough to think otherwise then you are exactly that: dumb enough!
800:
orkut.com
Y the f*** are these arbit ppl adding me… how do I get rid of it… do I have a conference call today… holy cow, I need to check outlook account…
Click… click…click…
Aah, no mail from the junta onsite…wat time is it there now?
Oktoberfest on discovery channel looked awessssome…sigh…
Its raining men hallelujah…
Damn this connection is slow…
S***, I cannot believe A is looking so good… last I remember of A was this nerdy pre-teen…
857:
F***! Its nine… think I should begin work for the day… f*** man!
Fwd:calvinn for the day!
Y does he always write it as calvinn??
He he,6 followed by 2 billion zeros!!
Think I should fwd this to Bangalore junta? Shit man, have to type out all the names… must create mailing list… no time man!
Click.. click…
Wat is the new dog called? Marma duke was the old one… if I had a dog I’d call it Dog.
Who wrote that book…
shit man, that was a bloody brilliant post…are they kicking ass or wat!
Oooh… where have I seen that pic before…
904:
Y the f*** is my comp so damn slow… WSAD, u continue to ruin my life…
Ok, tasks for the day are…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
buy mineral water bottle at 1030 break…
take 1030 break…
complete pagination for all the 3 billion screens by EOD today…
“hello, is this a good time to call…. Was wondering in the …about the … wat about the sorting, is it in ascending or descending by default? ... ”
Load songs on media player and begin for the day…
s***, 9 hours before I hit shut down…
must leave by 630…
I think he’s forgotten to check in files … now how am I going to work?
“I must be an acrobat to talk like this and act like that…” man, they rock!!
1000:
S*** man, I forgot to switch on the bloody D@^#!
WEENUS… is that how its spelt? What did it stand for? Shouldn’t miss today’s FRIENDS …
1100:
“umm…pl can you jus help me out with this…”
Am I ever going to debug anything in my life without help!
“see its very simple, you jus have to pass this object of the .... into the ... and then…”
ZZzzzz! Hebrew alert!
“I’m on the highway to hell…”
1120:
Too late to take that break now…am dying of thirst here…
“hush, hush, thought I heard you calling my name now…”
1200:
Maybe I should go for lunch… maybe I should just finish this bit and then go…
F*** all, D@^#! for previous week rejected… and just why may I ask…
Yay, mail!
“please give module code pertaining to offshore”
“please clock 45 hours”
Hello, I am working more hours than that… cant help it if I keep forgetting to switch the damn thing on…
If I can go thro one Monday without having my D@^#! rejected…
1230:
Aah that time of the day again…
Rubber rotis and extra oily, extra spicy curry!
The long wait at the juice counter for a glassful of sugar syrup… some things are so comforting in their sheer predictability…
S***, today again… you have to turn the tap to get the water to come, u retard!
1300:
I hate post lunch…
Damn, I was supposed to finish all the tasks in my whiteboard by lunch…
F***, 5 hours to go… I have to leave by 630…
“… get unit testing done and log defects in tracker in your account…”
Futile exercise isn’t it especially since I am going to be assigning the defects to myself…
1330:
“…get the issues resolved in half an hour and then we can begin on the
Next screen…”
Mummyyyyyyyyy! I wanna go home, I don’t want to do another screen…
1430:
How the hell does one do this man…
I have to leave by 630 today…
‘…here without you baby, you’re still on my lonely mind…”
I’m going to put call to some junta now…
No I am going to finish all my work and put escape at 630…
“13a See tide’s turning in Northern England(8)”
Hmm…what can it be…
1520:
I am not going to be able to finish this much…
“have u begun on the next set of screens?”
“ no I haven’t… I’ll begin in a bit, as soon as I am thro with this…”
“… I don’t know which way the wind will blow… don’t wanna see you cry, I know that this is not goodbye..”
I have to leave by 630…
1600:
Hmmm… create new… .java…
Before that, put on floyd- the only way to code!!
F***! Server is down…
“..nobody knows where you are, how near or how far..
..shine on you crazy diamond…”
Test queries… F8…enter…shift+F7…
Spaceman spiff…
Aah coffee break time, that means time take a walk…corn and juice…
Maybe I can take the 520 bus…
1645:
Public…
throws ...Exception, LogicalException
{
if (…
{
String strError =
…
“…breathe…breathe in the air…”
1720:
I cannot, cannot do this anymore…
I have to make it outta here by another hour…
S*** man, this thing is jus not getting over…
620… 620…
1816:
Damn, I am missing that bus for sure… f*** man…
720… have to make it to the 720…
1917:
F*** man, this review is NOT getting over…
…aaah! Finally…
“… so we can have a call to discuss this now?”
NOOooooo…
2016:
Stop talking… stop talking…
Finally!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRgggggggh! F*** I cannot miss this bus!
20:19:55:
Finally made it!!!
TGIF!!!
I want window seat....
Perfection!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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