Everyone is talking about it! It has taken the world by storm, left over a million jobless and many a companies bankrupt. I kept reading about it in the newspapers and everyday there was news of a certain number of employees being sacked. I felt self assured in this whole thing. I knew that my company was going through a tough time too, but I believed in my work, I knew I was really passionate about my job, I took it seriously and I was appreciated for all the work I ever did and plus my team was already understaffed so removing someone was out of question! My Editor kept encouraging me and always told me that I was doing a good job, this made me believe that if ever a time came to make a decision, I knew he will always fight and stand by me...
This belief was completely shattered when I was called into that dreaded conference room on 5th Feb'09 @ 5 PM and told that they were gona ask me to leave. I sat there, completely zapped cause through out the day, I had no idea something like this was going to happen. I spent the day finishing all my tasks with the same enthusiasm as always, completely oblivious to the fact that it was my last day in the organization. With in those 10 mins, I lost my job, my friends, my pride, my passion, my everything...
The consolation of it all was that I was not the only one. There were a lot of my fellow colleagues who were asked to leave too. Everybody had their own story, someone had a family to support, someone had just bought a house and had EMI's to pay, someone was going to get married in a few days and many more. I consider myself lucky cause I do not have any financial responsibilities, I use my salary to shop and pay my massive cell phone bills. My parents are not dependent on me, nor do I have any EMI's to pay...
I went into this mode where I backtracked my every move to try and find the mistakes that I must have made, I found none... I put my heart and soul in my work, I did everything right, learned new things everyday at work, but I just couldn't figure, why! How could a group of 9 board members decide my worth in the company, without even knowing me! I worked really hard to write the maximum number of articles for the magazine, put in endless hours of work for it and they decide my worth based on a certain numbers they have? If I (my team) didn't write the articles, they wouldn't have their so called profits to look at in the first place! And how could they just throw me out like a fly in the coffee?
I earn a few thousands, which is not even a fraction of the Lacs they earn per month and they say they can't afford me? I wonder how these management guys sleep at night after ruining the careers of so many people who give them the profits every month. The company is nothing without its employees, how can they just fire them like that?
When THEY have dinner at night, I hope THEY think about their many ex-employees who may not have food to eat in a few days...
When THEY tuck their child in bed, I hope THEY think about the many ex-employees who are going to be sleepless thinking about their child's future...
When THEY drop of their kids at school, I hope THEY think about the many ex-employees who many not be able to pay their child's school fees...
When THEY drive in their fancy car, I hope THEY think about the many ex-employees who may not even be able to afford a bus ticket in a few days...
When THEY buy things for their pretty house, I hope THEY think about the many ex-employees who wont have money to pay their EMI's...
When THEY sit in your chair at work, I hope THEY think of the many ex-employees who got them to that position...
When THEY look at their profit margin, I hope THEY think about the many ex-employees who worked endlessly for it...
When THEY smile and lead a content life, I hope THEY think about the many ex-employees who have forgotten to smile and learned to worry...
I hope THEY think about all this, I wonder how their conscience will let them sleep at night...
I never ever ever in my widest dream thought that I would be one of the recession hit victims. I was happy in my small world, with my small salary, with my small team who I miss dearly! Everything else, looks blank right now, with limited jobs to apply to and very little chances of getting one I duno what the future holds for me. I am confronted with this dead end right now, and I am far too numb to react to this. Changing careers is a choice I don't want to make. I m even regretting the career choice I made right now, and I was the one who always maintained that I love my JOB!
All this makes me wonder if people respect talent and hard work at all. If the profit figures are more important than the salary of an employee? I wish I was recession proof in some way and I hope this phase passes away soon. I cant deal with this emotional crisis, I can't sit at home and be a liability on my parents who have already done so much for me! I just pray for strength to get through this recession phase. Amen.
Moral Policing
Just a few days ago, an incident occurred in Manglore where in a group of activist from some religious group attacked a pub in Manglore and assaulted everybody present there, including girls! Not to forget the videos of this horrific incident where played over and over again (with that annoying red circle) on all news channels through out the day. The entire scene looked horrific and it infuriated me to the core!
The first question I want to ask those people is, who gave you the right to beat people up in the name of moral policing? Am sure half the people in that group dint even know what they were fighting/protesting for! The only protocol they must have known, enter, assault, destroy, molest(this was on their personal agenda),over. I wonder how come the media was present when the incident took place. If they had information about this incident, then how come no one informed the police about it? All they were interested in is getting footage of the scene and garner publicity saying, we showed it to you first!
We are in the 21st century and it angers me that there are still such people in todays society who refuse to progress. Its not even that, they use "Religion" and "Preserving traditions" as an excuse to justify their act. Am sure most of the men involved in the mob must have gone to dance bars immediately after they got the payment for their deed. Is it fair to take lessons about "Moral Policing" from these guys? Do they even have the credibility to do this?
When I make friends, I don't bother to ask which religion or caste they belong to. I don't even bother about the gender, I have more number of male friends than female once and I actually prefer hanging out with them! I made a decision to smoke or drink and there was no peer pressure involved when I had my first ciggi! If i want to roam around with my BF holding hands or even make out with him wherever, nobody has the right to stop me. If you have a problem, close your eyes and I know deep down you wished you could do that to! The only people I am answerable to,EVER are my parents. I don't give a damn if some religious party has a problem with the way I dress, talk, smoke, drink or whatever ,they should go get themselves a life first!
We are in the direction to progress. Pub culture is one of them. Holding on to shitty beliefs and traditions has gotten us no where. Its time you move on, and let all the responsible adults make their decisions based on what they believe in. Don't use religion to dominate or hurt some one. Use you power to abolish some of these traditions which are nothing less than a curse to us. Broaden your perspective and accept the change.We are country where we call our selves united in diversity, is this how you live up to it?
The tradition where you differentiate between the human race itself based on caste or religion is a crime! The tradition of killing a girl child in the womb or immediately after being born is a crime! The tradition of dowry is a crime! The tradition of male dominance is a crime! You can't stop people from making friends based on religion. If you think preserving and fighting for these traditions is what you take pride in, think again...
Bottom line, nobody has the right to tell me what religion I should follow, the friends I should make, the way I dress or the substance abuse I choose. Its my life and I will live it on my own terms. I speak for the young indians today, who are smart enough to choose what they want and brave enough to face the repercussions of the same. I speak for all the girls who were mercilessly beaten up and molested in the name of 'moral policing'.
The first question I want to ask those people is, who gave you the right to beat people up in the name of moral policing? Am sure half the people in that group dint even know what they were fighting/protesting for! The only protocol they must have known, enter, assault, destroy, molest(this was on their personal agenda),over. I wonder how come the media was present when the incident took place. If they had information about this incident, then how come no one informed the police about it? All they were interested in is getting footage of the scene and garner publicity saying, we showed it to you first!
We are in the 21st century and it angers me that there are still such people in todays society who refuse to progress. Its not even that, they use "Religion" and "Preserving traditions" as an excuse to justify their act. Am sure most of the men involved in the mob must have gone to dance bars immediately after they got the payment for their deed. Is it fair to take lessons about "Moral Policing" from these guys? Do they even have the credibility to do this?
When I make friends, I don't bother to ask which religion or caste they belong to. I don't even bother about the gender, I have more number of male friends than female once and I actually prefer hanging out with them! I made a decision to smoke or drink and there was no peer pressure involved when I had my first ciggi! If i want to roam around with my BF holding hands or even make out with him wherever, nobody has the right to stop me. If you have a problem, close your eyes and I know deep down you wished you could do that to! The only people I am answerable to,EVER are my parents. I don't give a damn if some religious party has a problem with the way I dress, talk, smoke, drink or whatever ,they should go get themselves a life first!
We are in the direction to progress. Pub culture is one of them. Holding on to shitty beliefs and traditions has gotten us no where. Its time you move on, and let all the responsible adults make their decisions based on what they believe in. Don't use religion to dominate or hurt some one. Use you power to abolish some of these traditions which are nothing less than a curse to us. Broaden your perspective and accept the change.We are country where we call our selves united in diversity, is this how you live up to it?
The tradition where you differentiate between the human race itself based on caste or religion is a crime! The tradition of killing a girl child in the womb or immediately after being born is a crime! The tradition of dowry is a crime! The tradition of male dominance is a crime! You can't stop people from making friends based on religion. If you think preserving and fighting for these traditions is what you take pride in, think again...
Bottom line, nobody has the right to tell me what religion I should follow, the friends I should make, the way I dress or the substance abuse I choose. Its my life and I will live it on my own terms. I speak for the young indians today, who are smart enough to choose what they want and brave enough to face the repercussions of the same. I speak for all the girls who were mercilessly beaten up and molested in the name of 'moral policing'.
Plagiarism
I've been working in the writing business for a while now, and one thing my seniors always warned me about was 'Plagiarism'. It is like the next 'P' word after Pregnancy and Pre-marital Sex that I should always stay away from. Not that I need to be told this, coz I was always against plagiarism myself. I always took atmost care to give those deserving the credit for the beautiful quotes I shamelessly copy-pasted on my social networking profile. Be it songs, poems or excerpts from one of very few books I've read, I always name the person who has written it...
Being in the publishing business, I realize the importance of it. I have spent hours writing something, and it is not fair of someone to shamelessly copy-paste it and hog all the credit for it! I got the shock of my life this friday when I saw that my Editor had plagiarized one of the articles I wrote for the magazine on HIS personal blog! I was shocked with disbelief! At some level, it is flattering but on the other hand it is utter shamelessness! You hold a position where you tell your subordinates not to Plagiarize and then you very slyly go ahead and do the same! I remember an incident where a colleague of mine had used a line from wikipedia in one of her articles and the entire thing was blown out of proportion! He used to taunt her at every opportunity he got in any of the editorial meets! How can you be such a hypocrite?
I really don't know how to react to this, I dont know if I should confront him about this or not. A friend of mine left a comment of the blog, thats when he added my name to it with a comment to dismiss the claims. I had a lot of respect for him before this, now I look at him as a very sly person (I don't wana use any abuses yet). I have lost faith in him and the position he holds. Find the plagiarized article Here
I always took care not to plagiarize in any way, now I feel like a victim of plagiarism!
Lesson learned: Trust no one, not even your BOSS!
Being in the publishing business, I realize the importance of it. I have spent hours writing something, and it is not fair of someone to shamelessly copy-paste it and hog all the credit for it! I got the shock of my life this friday when I saw that my Editor had plagiarized one of the articles I wrote for the magazine on HIS personal blog! I was shocked with disbelief! At some level, it is flattering but on the other hand it is utter shamelessness! You hold a position where you tell your subordinates not to Plagiarize and then you very slyly go ahead and do the same! I remember an incident where a colleague of mine had used a line from wikipedia in one of her articles and the entire thing was blown out of proportion! He used to taunt her at every opportunity he got in any of the editorial meets! How can you be such a hypocrite?
I really don't know how to react to this, I dont know if I should confront him about this or not. A friend of mine left a comment of the blog, thats when he added my name to it with a comment to dismiss the claims. I had a lot of respect for him before this, now I look at him as a very sly person (I don't wana use any abuses yet). I have lost faith in him and the position he holds. Find the plagiarized article Here
I always took care not to plagiarize in any way, now I feel like a victim of plagiarism!
Lesson learned: Trust no one, not even your BOSS!
The Magical Moment
It was 30th July 2008, she was crying her eyes out thinking how she’s gona manage things, how is she going to live without him, how is she going to watch him leave…
He was crying at the other end of the phone, saying what all he is going to miss, how is he going to stay away from her for 2 years, without seeing her, without hugging her, without having her around… she had the same doubts and cried some more…
On 31st July 2008, she did some thing she hadn’t done ever in her life. She woke up at 7 am, got ready and decided to goto the station to see him off. She knew it was going to be difficul, but she just wanted to see him somehow! She got ready, but when she looked at her watch, she knew she was late. She took a train and changed her plan to meet him at Dadar instead of Churchgate. She wished the train would run faster or even fly for that matter cause she knew she was very late…
She wanted to surprise him first, but then she was late and she wanted him to know she tried. So she called him and told him. He was very surprised first, cause it was 7:55 am and she was already up! She told him she may not make it and that she loved him very much.
He was crying at the other end of the phone, saying what all he is going to miss, how is he going to stay away from her for 2 years, without seeing her, without hugging her, without having her around… she had the same doubts and cried some more…
On 31st July 2008, she did some thing she hadn’t done ever in her life. She woke up at 7 am, got ready and decided to goto the station to see him off. She knew it was going to be difficul, but she just wanted to see him somehow! She got ready, but when she looked at her watch, she knew she was late. She took a train and changed her plan to meet him at Dadar instead of Churchgate. She wished the train would run faster or even fly for that matter cause she knew she was very late…
She wanted to surprise him first, but then she was late and she wanted him to know she tried. So she called him and told him. He was very surprised first, cause it was 7:55 am and she was already up! She told him she may not make it and that she loved him very much.
He called up after a while, asking where she was. His train had already reached at Dadar and she was still in a train at Matunga. She lost all hope of making it to the station on time, she gave up. Tears rolled down her cheeks cause she just wanted to see him somehow! She just wished she had a time machine or the train would fly or the anything could happen to stop his train from moving.
Just when his train started pulling of from the station, her train reached the platform, thankfully, on the same platform! He spotted her and called her out. She saw him and they both got off the moving train. She ran amidst the crowd of people and hugged him! All she wanted to do was hug him. She looked at him and said, I made it! Time just stood still for that moment; she wished the moment would last forever. The people around them looked puzzled, but they dint care, they just had one of the best moments in their lives, some thing straight out of a Yashraj movie! He got back on his train and she stood there watching the train pull off, taking along her reason to smile, the one thing that mattered to her the most, whom she loved the most, her everything...
Reality hit her and she started crying again, she just couldn’t watch him go. She turned and left. He messaged her saying, That was awesome! She called him back and said, I made it Baby! I just wanted to see you, and she smiled...
She smiles everytime she thinks about this. Wish there were cameras around to catch this magical moment!
P.S: This was the most wonderful moment in my life. Miss u a lot baby :)
She smiles everytime she thinks about this. Wish there were cameras around to catch this magical moment!
P.S: This was the most wonderful moment in my life. Miss u a lot baby :)
Death...
… the end of everything? I never thought that I’d be writing about this… I never thought it would completely shake me up… it all started with a call last night from my cousin, he said Kaka (my maternal grandfather) passed away… I dint feel a thing then, I was just concerned about how to break the news to my mom… but she surprisingly took it quite well… my parents left immediately for Goregaon, me and my bro decided to go the next morning…
I went to bed and I kept searching for memories of him… the only thing I could remember was him yelling at us to keep the noise down, not to touch a certain things… he always complained… he was always angry…he was very strict, he gave the same pose in all the pictures… was very very uptight… and yea, he LOVED cricket and movies! Thanks to Neo, he spent his last days watching reruns of all the old matches he missed swearing … I met him just 20 days back at my brother’s engagement, he was very happy and somehow he was different… he was laughing and having fun. He actually spoke to me, hugged me, he knew my name… some thing that had not happened in 26 yrs! That’s how I remembered him… he was a happy man…
I went to Goregaon the next day, I remember that house to be a very happy place… all of us have a lot of fun when we meetup… today, It was sad… in the middle of the room was his lifeless body… he looked calm and at peace. I still dint feel like crying… When they started taking him away everyone started to cry louder… I was crying too… for the man I never really got to know…
I was really pissed at one of the “rituals” that took place amidst all the sadness… my grandma… a frail 85 year old lady was crying hysterically for the man she spent 76 years of her married life with… a group of 5 women walked her to the dead body, and wiped off her Sindoor and broke her bangles n stuff… the entire scene was cruel! It angered me, it hurt me… I wanted to yell at those women and ask them to leave Ajji alone, but someone behind me said… this is how it’s supposed to be… she was miserable already, this made it worse! 76 years of a perfect married life, raising 9 children and their children is not gona go away with this cruel act… It was totally uncalled for…
After a few hours, what came home was a pot full of ashes… he was gone, forever…. When I left from there, I looked at the chair he always used to sit on … it was empty… again a set off women started crying loudly … I could only imagine Kaka say, Hey! Keep the noise down !!! Am sure gona miss his presence…
- May the departed soul rest in peace.
I went to bed and I kept searching for memories of him… the only thing I could remember was him yelling at us to keep the noise down, not to touch a certain things… he always complained… he was always angry…he was very strict, he gave the same pose in all the pictures… was very very uptight… and yea, he LOVED cricket and movies! Thanks to Neo, he spent his last days watching reruns of all the old matches he missed swearing … I met him just 20 days back at my brother’s engagement, he was very happy and somehow he was different… he was laughing and having fun. He actually spoke to me, hugged me, he knew my name… some thing that had not happened in 26 yrs! That’s how I remembered him… he was a happy man…
I went to Goregaon the next day, I remember that house to be a very happy place… all of us have a lot of fun when we meetup… today, It was sad… in the middle of the room was his lifeless body… he looked calm and at peace. I still dint feel like crying… When they started taking him away everyone started to cry louder… I was crying too… for the man I never really got to know…
I was really pissed at one of the “rituals” that took place amidst all the sadness… my grandma… a frail 85 year old lady was crying hysterically for the man she spent 76 years of her married life with… a group of 5 women walked her to the dead body, and wiped off her Sindoor and broke her bangles n stuff… the entire scene was cruel! It angered me, it hurt me… I wanted to yell at those women and ask them to leave Ajji alone, but someone behind me said… this is how it’s supposed to be… she was miserable already, this made it worse! 76 years of a perfect married life, raising 9 children and their children is not gona go away with this cruel act… It was totally uncalled for…
After a few hours, what came home was a pot full of ashes… he was gone, forever…. When I left from there, I looked at the chair he always used to sit on … it was empty… again a set off women started crying loudly … I could only imagine Kaka say, Hey! Keep the noise down !!! Am sure gona miss his presence…
- May the departed soul rest in peace.
Job...
Job!!! One of the most important things in life, so much that for some it is a matter of pride, some are addicted to it , some do it coz its cool and for some it’s a necessity. Your job gets u the money and a sense of self independence but along with that what u get is problems, headaches, office bitches, name calling, jealousy and above all some of the most difficult people to deal with! I got my very first job on 18th Sep’ 06, and I’ll never forget this date for the rest of my life… I was the happiest then n so were my parents and others who really cared for me… I mentioned bout ur job being ur pride? I work for ICICI BANK, one of the very well-known banks in India and people are awestruck when I mention I work for ICICI BANK, and some even question my credibility to get this job… what matters is I have it… this job has thought me a lot. I have come out of this over protected shell and am out in this big bad corporate world, where everyone is out to get you,while I always thought the world was a better place… its been 10 months since, I have grown with it, I am addicted to it, learned from it and absolutely loved every bit of it… And in spite of it all, I stick to saying, I Laaauuuuu it!!!!!
It all started with training on 3rd Oct’ 06, Training period was fun... learned almost everything bout shares n stuff n actually learnt how rich some people are! Some people have shares worth 2 crores lying in their a\c and they don’t even care bout it, n yea this is a very well known person, I'll loose my job if I say who it is. But how much money man! God cant be so unfair!!! I would go for shopping sprees all the time if I had money like dat! Some people are lucky... Some dream bout being (am one of em) lucky and some just work there asses off (want to be one of em)to get where they r today! Getting back to my training sessions...My trainer is so sweet and caring, So much that we are all convinced he is Gay! I mean C'mon he sits with his legs crossed, has tears of happiness when we all get appreciated for our good work, who else does dat??? A 6 feet tall, extremely fair good looking man who favors guys over good looking gals (like me ;)) U still think am kidding? And then… I had this mammoth crush on my softskills trainer, until the day … he wore a Red polo neck T-shirt, Grey Trousers, Formal black shoes… OMG!!! Even thinking bout it makes me sick! Why God? Why? About the other 9 in d batch am the 10th and d prettiest by d way... Hehe.... There was an 11th guy named Faham who had to leave the batch midway coz of sum reason, n I was so happy dat day!!! Reason? He used to keep staring at me all the time! Man I used to get so uncomfortable...n every time I looked at him with ANGER he smiled at me like I was gona run into his arms or something(La la la... lala....) UGGGH! Disgusting!!! Next Rehan... he looks like a retard but he thinks he is better looking than Tom or even Enrique for that matter. He asks so many irrelevant questions...Am sure he must have asked a question and not cried when he was born! He is like Paresh Rawals character in the movie Judai, worst than dat probably! Jayesh n Prasad nice polite guys, have nothing against them...they r like d sidies of the class. Saurabh.... he is the only cute n decent guy in the batch and He is married (Damn it!!!), he looks like a school boy though.... the only guy at work I talk to without my famous sarcasm or attitude hehe… then there is Nitesh.. Man!I am amazed by how much nonsense this guy can talk! Bout the Gals in d batch… there’s Radhika who I think must hv topped all the exams she ever wrote starting from nursery. She just has to be the best all the time and gives us the u r not worth it look everytime we crack a joke. How can sum1 not have a sense of humor??? Pallavi, don’t even know if she’s there in class or not. She’s lost in her own world, is super dumb but acts like she knows it all!!! Ressy, she smells of coconut oil so much that we think she bathes in it everyday! Ashwini I surprisingly get along with her, but I figured she lies a lot so stay away from her a bit these days. It’s been 10 months since we started working and she has taken sick leaves for almost every disease known to mankind! Chitra is kinda shrewd and boring! I hate the journey back home with her! Yea coz she tells me bout how she woke up at 6:06 am, brushed at 6:08 am, bathed at 6:17 am... how she sneezed 18 times in the day...imagine listening to her daily routine like dat!!! ...Even interrupting her doesn’t help, she just goes on n on n on…..Slow Death.....
Moving on to my stint with stardom! Yea dat happened at work! During training there was this shoot that took place for the orientation cd (in which ppl go gaga bout icicibank). It was normal day at training, I was dressed in my best shirt n trousers (yea I had to dunk my jeans n T-shirt, sniff sniff) I was walking to my class when KP my BRM kept staring at me all the time! I got a lil conscious bout a women staring at me for so long, Then she walked up to me n said she would like me to act in the cd coz I was pretty (Finally somebody agreed!hehehe...), n yea she said dat! She explained the part to me. I had to walkup to my desk, put on the headphones n say Good Morning! Welcome to ICICIBANK, How may I help you? Sounds simple isn’t it ? Well I realized it isn’t! I felt like a star when it all started, and then....They made me say it 50000+ times, from different angles.... My legs where aching coz they made me walk thru d entrance a million times and my cheeks where hurting coz I had to give dat super fake smile! Trust me, if they had d rite tools they would’ve modified each n every part of my body! Ask me bout the experience I would say it was bad! I would never wana shoot for anything ever again! After the whole thing was done KP walked up to me n said ur look gr8 in all d shots! n trust me all my pain went away :). And bout all d gals in d class, they got J coz of this n wouldn’t talk to me! How small can some people be? I had one more shoot like that recently, but it was not as torturing… it was done in 15 mins sharp! I had to say “I HAVE THE POWER”, and the videos were shown during the town hall… ever since I have random people walking up to me saying “you have the power huh?” (with a stupid grin)I can only acknowledge it with a smile(in spite of wanting to whack them in the face with a frying pan!)… to top it all, they also put pictures of me through out the office with the same caption… yea, they made me a star… but it’s annoying!
Other than my batch met a whole bunch of people when we went on the floor for the real deal… It all started with all the guys drooling over me, staying away from me coz they thought I had an attitude, which is partially true ;)… I had to announce I had a BF that’s when all the drooling stopped, had to do it coz none of the guys were my type… This was the story 10 months back, I know them all now n they are all sweethearts, and work is so much fun because of them… that doesn’t mean I trust all of them though… The gals are also fine, the major bitching happens in this part… it bothered me a lot sometime back, now I just consider it a part of my professional life! Some people are just never happy with whatever you do, some just have a problem with everything you do kinds… Not caring is easier; I’ll just not be my self if I changed myself for everything they said… But still have a lot of fun at work, irrespective of what lies beneath…every day is a experience .My previous TL was an angel… she was calm, composed, understanding, appreciative, kind and simply lovable… I enjoyed everyday of work with her, she made my b’day special even when she was not my TL anymore, some people are born angels… Bout my current TL, She’s a professional bitch although I prefer calling her just the later…she is inconsiderate, manipulative, unapproachable and annoyingly stubborn! She didn’t even care to wish me on my b’day… I call her when am sick asking for a leave, n all she cares bout is a medical certificate to prove it! That’s how selfish and inconsiderate she is… I hate to be a part of her team, coz she get appreciated because of the work that I do, n she doesn’t even consider appreciating me for it! She’s like a parasite, thriving on my effort! This is the harsh truth bout the professional life that I learnt, or maybe this is the price you pay for being at the bottom of the corporate ladder…
Some sweet memories of my job include my very first salary, the bonus in April and all the appreciations I got from different people for different reasons… the appreciations just makes u wana work harder u know, it’s the sweetest part of your job… Its the freedom and power I feel when I shop with my hard earned money...This is the story of my professional life, and this is only the beginning… have lots to learn and implement, have loads of people to meet and take a step forward to move up the corporate ladder… all the things above gimi a sense of satisfaction, and a new zeal to goto work every morning and give it my best no matter what… my job is my definition of independence, my job is my expression, my job is happiness, my job is my life…
It all started with training on 3rd Oct’ 06, Training period was fun... learned almost everything bout shares n stuff n actually learnt how rich some people are! Some people have shares worth 2 crores lying in their a\c and they don’t even care bout it, n yea this is a very well known person, I'll loose my job if I say who it is. But how much money man! God cant be so unfair!!! I would go for shopping sprees all the time if I had money like dat! Some people are lucky... Some dream bout being (am one of em) lucky and some just work there asses off (want to be one of em)to get where they r today! Getting back to my training sessions...My trainer is so sweet and caring, So much that we are all convinced he is Gay! I mean C'mon he sits with his legs crossed, has tears of happiness when we all get appreciated for our good work, who else does dat??? A 6 feet tall, extremely fair good looking man who favors guys over good looking gals (like me ;)) U still think am kidding? And then… I had this mammoth crush on my softskills trainer, until the day … he wore a Red polo neck T-shirt, Grey Trousers, Formal black shoes… OMG!!! Even thinking bout it makes me sick! Why God? Why? About the other 9 in d batch am the 10th and d prettiest by d way... Hehe.... There was an 11th guy named Faham who had to leave the batch midway coz of sum reason, n I was so happy dat day!!! Reason? He used to keep staring at me all the time! Man I used to get so uncomfortable...n every time I looked at him with ANGER he smiled at me like I was gona run into his arms or something(La la la... lala....) UGGGH! Disgusting!!! Next Rehan... he looks like a retard but he thinks he is better looking than Tom or even Enrique for that matter. He asks so many irrelevant questions...Am sure he must have asked a question and not cried when he was born! He is like Paresh Rawals character in the movie Judai, worst than dat probably! Jayesh n Prasad nice polite guys, have nothing against them...they r like d sidies of the class. Saurabh.... he is the only cute n decent guy in the batch and He is married (Damn it!!!), he looks like a school boy though.... the only guy at work I talk to without my famous sarcasm or attitude hehe… then there is Nitesh.. Man!I am amazed by how much nonsense this guy can talk! Bout the Gals in d batch… there’s Radhika who I think must hv topped all the exams she ever wrote starting from nursery. She just has to be the best all the time and gives us the u r not worth it look everytime we crack a joke. How can sum1 not have a sense of humor??? Pallavi, don’t even know if she’s there in class or not. She’s lost in her own world, is super dumb but acts like she knows it all!!! Ressy, she smells of coconut oil so much that we think she bathes in it everyday! Ashwini I surprisingly get along with her, but I figured she lies a lot so stay away from her a bit these days. It’s been 10 months since we started working and she has taken sick leaves for almost every disease known to mankind! Chitra is kinda shrewd and boring! I hate the journey back home with her! Yea coz she tells me bout how she woke up at 6:06 am, brushed at 6:08 am, bathed at 6:17 am... how she sneezed 18 times in the day...imagine listening to her daily routine like dat!!! ...Even interrupting her doesn’t help, she just goes on n on n on…..Slow Death.....
Moving on to my stint with stardom! Yea dat happened at work! During training there was this shoot that took place for the orientation cd (in which ppl go gaga bout icicibank). It was normal day at training, I was dressed in my best shirt n trousers (yea I had to dunk my jeans n T-shirt, sniff sniff) I was walking to my class when KP my BRM kept staring at me all the time! I got a lil conscious bout a women staring at me for so long, Then she walked up to me n said she would like me to act in the cd coz I was pretty (Finally somebody agreed!hehehe...), n yea she said dat! She explained the part to me. I had to walkup to my desk, put on the headphones n say Good Morning! Welcome to ICICIBANK, How may I help you? Sounds simple isn’t it ? Well I realized it isn’t! I felt like a star when it all started, and then....They made me say it 50000+ times, from different angles.... My legs where aching coz they made me walk thru d entrance a million times and my cheeks where hurting coz I had to give dat super fake smile! Trust me, if they had d rite tools they would’ve modified each n every part of my body! Ask me bout the experience I would say it was bad! I would never wana shoot for anything ever again! After the whole thing was done KP walked up to me n said ur look gr8 in all d shots! n trust me all my pain went away :). And bout all d gals in d class, they got J coz of this n wouldn’t talk to me! How small can some people be? I had one more shoot like that recently, but it was not as torturing… it was done in 15 mins sharp! I had to say “I HAVE THE POWER”, and the videos were shown during the town hall… ever since I have random people walking up to me saying “you have the power huh?” (with a stupid grin)I can only acknowledge it with a smile(in spite of wanting to whack them in the face with a frying pan!)… to top it all, they also put pictures of me through out the office with the same caption… yea, they made me a star… but it’s annoying!
Other than my batch met a whole bunch of people when we went on the floor for the real deal… It all started with all the guys drooling over me, staying away from me coz they thought I had an attitude, which is partially true ;)… I had to announce I had a BF that’s when all the drooling stopped, had to do it coz none of the guys were my type… This was the story 10 months back, I know them all now n they are all sweethearts, and work is so much fun because of them… that doesn’t mean I trust all of them though… The gals are also fine, the major bitching happens in this part… it bothered me a lot sometime back, now I just consider it a part of my professional life! Some people are just never happy with whatever you do, some just have a problem with everything you do kinds… Not caring is easier; I’ll just not be my self if I changed myself for everything they said… But still have a lot of fun at work, irrespective of what lies beneath…every day is a experience .My previous TL was an angel… she was calm, composed, understanding, appreciative, kind and simply lovable… I enjoyed everyday of work with her, she made my b’day special even when she was not my TL anymore, some people are born angels… Bout my current TL, She’s a professional bitch although I prefer calling her just the later…she is inconsiderate, manipulative, unapproachable and annoyingly stubborn! She didn’t even care to wish me on my b’day… I call her when am sick asking for a leave, n all she cares bout is a medical certificate to prove it! That’s how selfish and inconsiderate she is… I hate to be a part of her team, coz she get appreciated because of the work that I do, n she doesn’t even consider appreciating me for it! She’s like a parasite, thriving on my effort! This is the harsh truth bout the professional life that I learnt, or maybe this is the price you pay for being at the bottom of the corporate ladder…
Some sweet memories of my job include my very first salary, the bonus in April and all the appreciations I got from different people for different reasons… the appreciations just makes u wana work harder u know, it’s the sweetest part of your job… Its the freedom and power I feel when I shop with my hard earned money...This is the story of my professional life, and this is only the beginning… have lots to learn and implement, have loads of people to meet and take a step forward to move up the corporate ladder… all the things above gimi a sense of satisfaction, and a new zeal to goto work every morning and give it my best no matter what… my job is my definition of independence, my job is my expression, my job is happiness, my job is my life…
HATE...
Hatred is an emotion of intense revulsion, distaste, enmity, or antipathy for a person, thing, or phenomenon, generally attributed to a desire to avoid, restrict, remove, or destroy the hated object. Hatred is also among the most common emotions that humans experience. It can be based on fear of an object or past negative consequences of dealing with that object. Hatred is often described as the opposite of love or friendship. People may feel conflicting and complicated emotions or thoughts involving hate, as in a love-hate relationship…
Too many ways to describe it… but this is one emotion that has been my friend for a long time now… I Hate my Nose, I Hate these hypocrites, I Hate lies , I Hate useless people, I duno y but I absolutely Hate Himesh Reshamiya!(I think its his face, or his voice… I duno!) It’s so easy to HATE… Just a tiny mistake n u end up hating ppl for the rest of there lives! It’s easy to blame, than take the blame u see… I have my own list of ppl I HATE(must admit, a long one), b4 they got on this list they where on the elite list of friends n lovers, now thinking bout them make me sick! Reason? They just dint do things my way (hehe)! Hate some coz they were just not good enough friends (let’s say liars), Hate some coz they hurt me real bad, Hate some coz they just walked out on me for no fault of mine… Hate some who just dint do things right… Hate some coz they misjudged me…Hate some for not knowing love…. Hate some coz they hurt my people!
I’ll give u one example here…. An example of how n y some ppl hate “ME”. Some gals hate me coz their BF’s gimi more attention. Coz am a better friend to the man in their life, how is it my fault teme? U can’t handle ur guy, well don’t u blame me for that lady! I was just being a good friend to him n nothing else… n for friendships sake I take that shit from these chicks, n there I have them hating me! Can u beat that? Well Gal…Spend less time in the parlor n more time with ur BF, that’s the solution, yelling at me isn’t! Some hate my coz am super at my work (or is it jealousy?) and get appreciated for it .Some just hate me coz I get along with ppl too easily , I mean c’mon.. its takes a hell lota effort to put up will all kinds of ppl! U shud pity me n not hate me, I ALWAYS get away or get into things! The effort is indeed painful, trust me! Some hate me coz I reach out to ppl, some even call me pretentious coz of it … But I do end up caring for the wrong set of ppl sometimes I agree. Maybe am just too lonely. Some hate me for the way I look, talk, walk, eat…. Am sure there r a few who hate me for the way I breath probably! I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass to dat!
I read this somewhere, the reason someone ever hates u, its coz that person wants to be like u…. n I like to believe dat( maybe am just naïve enough beleive dat dis line make me feel powerful!) N bout ppl I hate, well… I cant help it u see, some ppl are annoying! The suckiset part is, ppl u hate will always REMAIN the ppl u hate, n its easiest to add ppl to this list…. The reverse never happens no matter how hard u try….unless…. u r in love! Man dat just gives u the license to be stupid, idiotic, foolish and all the things crappy…. n dis thing cald self-respect is left with no self and no respect at all! I can go on n on bout his thing I guess…I had so decided to hate someone for the rest of my life, but my filthy lil heart just won’t allow me to… I still act like a love struck puppy with this person, This is so not me! I have said this b4 Love sucks! Now am gona say Hate Rules! I duno y, but I find dis intoxicatingly liberating ! I love to Hate, YAY!!! While u ponder over that, I'll go get myself a life...
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Too many ways to describe it… but this is one emotion that has been my friend for a long time now… I Hate my Nose, I Hate these hypocrites, I Hate lies , I Hate useless people, I duno y but I absolutely Hate Himesh Reshamiya!(I think its his face, or his voice… I duno!) It’s so easy to HATE… Just a tiny mistake n u end up hating ppl for the rest of there lives! It’s easy to blame, than take the blame u see… I have my own list of ppl I HATE(must admit, a long one), b4 they got on this list they where on the elite list of friends n lovers, now thinking bout them make me sick! Reason? They just dint do things my way (hehe)! Hate some coz they were just not good enough friends (let’s say liars), Hate some coz they hurt me real bad, Hate some coz they just walked out on me for no fault of mine… Hate some who just dint do things right… Hate some coz they misjudged me…Hate some for not knowing love…. Hate some coz they hurt my people!
I’ll give u one example here…. An example of how n y some ppl hate “ME”. Some gals hate me coz their BF’s gimi more attention. Coz am a better friend to the man in their life, how is it my fault teme? U can’t handle ur guy, well don’t u blame me for that lady! I was just being a good friend to him n nothing else… n for friendships sake I take that shit from these chicks, n there I have them hating me! Can u beat that? Well Gal…Spend less time in the parlor n more time with ur BF, that’s the solution, yelling at me isn’t! Some hate my coz am super at my work (or is it jealousy?) and get appreciated for it .Some just hate me coz I get along with ppl too easily , I mean c’mon.. its takes a hell lota effort to put up will all kinds of ppl! U shud pity me n not hate me, I ALWAYS get away or get into things! The effort is indeed painful, trust me! Some hate me coz I reach out to ppl, some even call me pretentious coz of it … But I do end up caring for the wrong set of ppl sometimes I agree. Maybe am just too lonely. Some hate me for the way I look, talk, walk, eat…. Am sure there r a few who hate me for the way I breath probably! I don’t give a tiny rat’s ass to dat!
I read this somewhere, the reason someone ever hates u, its coz that person wants to be like u…. n I like to believe dat( maybe am just naïve enough beleive dat dis line make me feel powerful!) N bout ppl I hate, well… I cant help it u see, some ppl are annoying! The suckiset part is, ppl u hate will always REMAIN the ppl u hate, n its easiest to add ppl to this list…. The reverse never happens no matter how hard u try….unless…. u r in love! Man dat just gives u the license to be stupid, idiotic, foolish and all the things crappy…. n dis thing cald self-respect is left with no self and no respect at all! I can go on n on bout his thing I guess…I had so decided to hate someone for the rest of my life, but my filthy lil heart just won’t allow me to… I still act like a love struck puppy with this person, This is so not me! I have said this b4 Love sucks! Now am gona say Hate Rules! I duno y, but I find dis intoxicatingly liberating ! I love to Hate, YAY!!! While u ponder over that, I'll go get myself a life...
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