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“Vineet there will be 10 more people joining our Team, send them the Training plan and start with their training” said Anand our Manager and prompt was my reply “Oh No Not again”
I still remember that time, our Project was experiencing a major ramp up and me being the KM (Knowledge Management) anchor had the responsibility of training the lot. We grew from project of 20 to 60 individuals. It gave me an opportunity of meeting freshers’ gromming them up and interacting with them.
And in the lot I met a very simple gal, whom I thought bothered least about the project, her work, company and what not and above all my training plan/schedule etc. I have a bad habit of announcing my thoughts very loudly as in when I experience them and here I was sharing a thought with the Module Lead like a male chauvinist “Why does Inffosys take such kind of gals? I mean look she is least interested in any KT, she should be at home cooking and cleaning”. Sadly, I forgot the ML herself belonged to the same community and the looks I received were not pleasant one I can say.
Anyvys, days passed by and unluckily, Ok Ok don’t stare; luckily she was allocated the same cubicle as of mine.
Luckily she was not allocated the same requirement as mine; hmmm unluckily she was not allocated the same requirement as of mineJ. Days passed by and yet another time I was proved wrong, now I have even stopped keeping a count of the number of times I am proved wrong. I was proved wrong she turned out to be the pick of the release; I mean she was best of the lot. She not only did her work excellently but also helped others. Technically as well as in terms of sharing responsibility she was Ok.Hmmmmmm actually she was the best.
To summarize all she was exactly like me when I joined as fresher. Don’t stare at me I am not goanna rephrase it, coz I really mean itJ and its true to the best of my knowledge.
I am basically a Mechanical Engineer trained in Dot net who swayed into the field of Java by chance but she I must say was an expert in Java and I always found myself in an uncomfortable situation when she overlooked me while I was coding because I always knew that she must be having a better way of doing that. “Vinni don’t initialize this variable in this method, do it in the beginning of the class and run a reverse “for” loop for this” she would say.
And I would turn like Rajnikant and give a look at her pretending that she doesn’t exist and I would say “I don’t trust the Trainees and to add to on that I don’t trust the gals ”.
And would continue in the same fashion, only to find out later that what she said was right and I would require more information on How to do that? But the big male ego combined with seniority complex.
How would I ask her?
Hmm…Actually *** I think it can also be done the way you were saying but know what it would fail in this this condition and most innocently she would come and vomit the entire code bla bla bla…
Then I would say, No No I don’t think it would work, you know my experience says it wont’t.
Yes my job is done and I didn’t have to give her the credit also. Yipeeee….
Ya keep staring but common I had no other way and I am giving her all the credit by this article so all balanced.
Like this I had many instances not only in work but all fields of my life she received God knows what pleasure by making fun of me and many times I myself created instances making fool of myself just to see that smile on he face r that glimpse of victory (Hmmm…Do you have any problem in your eyes, Why are you staring again? or its your normal look…Those cooked up instances were few but believe me I did so at times and ya I know I am “make fool of myself” types) .The days passed by and we started really enjoying each other’s company (not Inffosys yaar, I meant being with each other).
Ok! What is the first thing that comes in your mind when you think of Tarzan?
Yeahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…wahhhhhhhh bla bla...I have no clues whatever that awful sound is…but I guess you got fare idea what I am referring to..that sound made by Tarzan
Although she is in no way from Tarzan family Tree but she had a signature call…. like Tarzan and as I write these lines I can literally see her humming these words… “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………”She had a peculiar way to say this she would bend 20 degrees towards the ground stretching both her hands and all her fingers except thumbs moving to and fro on the base (same signal when you call someone towards you). And this is not over, this sweetest pose on the earth combined with flickering motion of eyelids. Believe me one would be compelled walk to his deathbed just following this call.
Gosh… how can I forget this…”High Energy electrons” Yes “High Energy electrons charged electrons” this is what I would use if you ask me to describe her on my bike pillion in one word.
Electrons can accept and store energy. In doing so the shape of the probabilistic cloud they occupy changes shape or position jumping here to there.
Ya coming back to the point, once my bad luck provided me the opportunity to drop her to her room on my bike.hmmmmm..JMay be good Luck I must say. And that too because our Miss Chalta Firta call Center missed her 4’O clock bus as she was on phone discussing. Any Guesses?? Forget it you won’t get…discussing the Black Currant flavor at some Robbinhood shop, some basket and robbinhood shop. Can you believe that? Oh you can! , Then take this, as she knew she would get a good one from me on this she herself moved out before I could bombard informing me that she would catch the shuttle to Inffosys Phase 1 and would get a bus from there. And ya you guessed t write she missed that also and the reason for the same as told to me was that the shuttle just went before time today. Till date I doubt this, I am sure some chocolate or cake r discussion of the same on the phone must have delayed her. Before time huh and that too when our princess needed it the most.
Anyvys, she called me as she had no options left and taking lift from unknown person would have again meant bombardment from me.
Ok! Here the saga begins, life of an Electrostatic charged electrons on the pillion. You would have seen people hopping on the bike, getting on the bike even climbing on the bike but I doubt you would have seen someone crashing/banging on the bike and that too when the poor Red machine is on side stand. *** Bike is on side stand and look at my dilemma I can’t even ask that huge mass of flesh and bones (hmm…actually most beautiful art piece of God’s Gallery) to get down from the bike as it would mean that she would again crash on my bike. Getting the bike staright, turning on the ignition, pressing self start, switching gear and releasing clutch takes 2-3 seconds and before I do this I here a voice from the pillion “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………” and here we go. But that’s not the end of the trauma. Few things, which many decent normal girls of her age must not have tried on the pillion, please do this and let me know the pleasure you get from this
Never ever tie the scarf/dupatta before getting on the bike, try tying it at runtime.
v Shift your CG (Center of Gravity) to the right and then left and make sure that you look good with tied dupata in both the rear back view mirros. C’mon how can you trust just one mirror?
v Mistakenly pull my ipod earphone and then don’t say sorry and when asked just ignore or simply deny the fact that you even touched and blame it all on innocent wind.
v Occupy max space on the bike as if you have paid tickets for it.
v Mid way plead to do tripling so that her friend can again climb on to your bike, Ya climb on pushing you to the tank and that’s not over, then complain that the driver doesn’t adjust. I thank all you Guys who have driven the bike sitting on the tank through bumpy roads for sympathizing on my plight.
v Keep on advising on how to drive and commenting on sound’s coming from the bike as if you are the MotoGp champ of this season and sister of Valentino Rossi.
v Never Ever tell beforehand the turn to be taken to reach your home/restraunt etc and declare it loud with anger and frustration when you just passed by the turn and then make the driver fell that he is useless and nothing but pile of shit mounted 5 feet 6 inches high
v When you see that a Traffic light is going to be Red and the poor driver is slowing down for his and her safety, shout loudly making that signature sound. Ya u guessed it right “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………” and as you stop by traffic create a sound by woo zing air out of your mouth and the end result on the driver is same that he is useless and nothing but pile of shit mounted 5 feet 6 inches high”
Then the Theatre saga: - Getting late fro movie, dropping the purse outside E-Square (Multiplex), feeling thirsty after Interval, hitting people seating on the front row with her legs (remb. Charged electron she isJ)
Restaurant Saga: -Selecting the cheapest restaurant in the Area and telling lie that it’s classy (Radhika Resteraunt; Aundh (Pune)); compelling to sit on the ground floor as they charge less service tax and the magical hunger of her which vanishes after ordering lotsJ
The sagas would continue if I go on pointing like this but please please all you ladies lemme know the pleasure derived, I tried Bike Saga once with my friend and forget about the pleasure he stopped the bike on the corner of the road and ordered me to get down and asked me to either complete all this stuff here or come by PCMT bus.
Discontinuation or abrupt paragraphs are an attempt by the author to display the sporadic thoughts coming to his mind when he thinks about the subject.
“Vineet there will be 10 more people joining our Team, send them the Training plan and start with their training” said Anand our Manager and prompt was my reply “Oh No Not again”
I still remember that time, our Project was experiencing a major ramp up and me being the KM (Knowledge Management) anchor had the responsibility of training the lot. We grew from project of 20 to 60 individuals. It gave me an opportunity of meeting freshers’ gromming them up and interacting with them.
And in the lot I met a very simple gal, whom I thought bothered least about the project, her work, company and what not and above all my training plan/schedule etc. I have a bad habit of announcing my thoughts very loudly as in when I experience them and here I was sharing a thought with the Module Lead like a male chauvinist “Why does Inffosys take such kind of gals? I mean look she is least interested in any KT, she should be at home cooking and cleaning”. Sadly, I forgot the ML herself belonged to the same community and the looks I received were not pleasant one I can say.
Anyvys, days passed by and unluckily, Ok Ok don’t stare; luckily she was allocated the same cubicle as of mine.
Luckily she was not allocated the same requirement as mine; hmmm unluckily she was not allocated the same requirement as of mineJ. Days passed by and yet another time I was proved wrong, now I have even stopped keeping a count of the number of times I am proved wrong. I was proved wrong she turned out to be the pick of the release; I mean she was best of the lot. She not only did her work excellently but also helped others. Technically as well as in terms of sharing responsibility she was Ok.Hmmmmmm actually she was the best.
To summarize all she was exactly like me when I joined as fresher. Don’t stare at me I am not goanna rephrase it, coz I really mean itJ and its true to the best of my knowledge.
I am basically a Mechanical Engineer trained in Dot net who swayed into the field of Java by chance but she I must say was an expert in Java and I always found myself in an uncomfortable situation when she overlooked me while I was coding because I always knew that she must be having a better way of doing that. “Vinni don’t initialize this variable in this method, do it in the beginning of the class and run a reverse “for” loop for this” she would say.
And I would turn like Rajnikant and give a look at her pretending that she doesn’t exist and I would say “I don’t trust the Trainees and to add to on that I don’t trust the gals ”.
And would continue in the same fashion, only to find out later that what she said was right and I would require more information on How to do that? But the big male ego combined with seniority complex.
How would I ask her?
Hmm…Actually *** I think it can also be done the way you were saying but know what it would fail in this this condition and most innocently she would come and vomit the entire code bla bla bla…
Then I would say, No No I don’t think it would work, you know my experience says it wont’t.
Yes my job is done and I didn’t have to give her the credit also. Yipeeee….
Ya keep staring but common I had no other way and I am giving her all the credit by this article so all balanced.
Like this I had many instances not only in work but all fields of my life she received God knows what pleasure by making fun of me and many times I myself created instances making fool of myself just to see that smile on he face r that glimpse of victory (Hmmm…Do you have any problem in your eyes, Why are you staring again? or its your normal look…Those cooked up instances were few but believe me I did so at times and ya I know I am “make fool of myself” types) .The days passed by and we started really enjoying each other’s company (not Inffosys yaar, I meant being with each other).
Ok! What is the first thing that comes in your mind when you think of Tarzan?
Yeahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…wahhhhhhhh bla bla...I have no clues whatever that awful sound is…but I guess you got fare idea what I am referring to..that sound made by Tarzan
Although she is in no way from Tarzan family Tree but she had a signature call…. like Tarzan and as I write these lines I can literally see her humming these words… “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………”She had a peculiar way to say this she would bend 20 degrees towards the ground stretching both her hands and all her fingers except thumbs moving to and fro on the base (same signal when you call someone towards you). And this is not over, this sweetest pose on the earth combined with flickering motion of eyelids. Believe me one would be compelled walk to his deathbed just following this call.
Gosh… how can I forget this…”High Energy electrons” Yes “High Energy electrons charged electrons” this is what I would use if you ask me to describe her on my bike pillion in one word.
Electrons can accept and store energy. In doing so the shape of the probabilistic cloud they occupy changes shape or position jumping here to there.
Ya coming back to the point, once my bad luck provided me the opportunity to drop her to her room on my bike.hmmmmm..JMay be good Luck I must say. And that too because our Miss Chalta Firta call Center missed her 4’O clock bus as she was on phone discussing. Any Guesses?? Forget it you won’t get…discussing the Black Currant flavor at some Robbinhood shop, some basket and robbinhood shop. Can you believe that? Oh you can! , Then take this, as she knew she would get a good one from me on this she herself moved out before I could bombard informing me that she would catch the shuttle to Inffosys Phase 1 and would get a bus from there. And ya you guessed t write she missed that also and the reason for the same as told to me was that the shuttle just went before time today. Till date I doubt this, I am sure some chocolate or cake r discussion of the same on the phone must have delayed her. Before time huh and that too when our princess needed it the most.
Anyvys, she called me as she had no options left and taking lift from unknown person would have again meant bombardment from me.
Ok! Here the saga begins, life of an Electrostatic charged electrons on the pillion. You would have seen people hopping on the bike, getting on the bike even climbing on the bike but I doubt you would have seen someone crashing/banging on the bike and that too when the poor Red machine is on side stand. *** Bike is on side stand and look at my dilemma I can’t even ask that huge mass of flesh and bones (hmm…actually most beautiful art piece of God’s Gallery) to get down from the bike as it would mean that she would again crash on my bike. Getting the bike staright, turning on the ignition, pressing self start, switching gear and releasing clutch takes 2-3 seconds and before I do this I here a voice from the pillion “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………” and here we go. But that’s not the end of the trauma. Few things, which many decent normal girls of her age must not have tried on the pillion, please do this and let me know the pleasure you get from this
Never ever tie the scarf/dupatta before getting on the bike, try tying it at runtime.
v Shift your CG (Center of Gravity) to the right and then left and make sure that you look good with tied dupata in both the rear back view mirros. C’mon how can you trust just one mirror?
v Mistakenly pull my ipod earphone and then don’t say sorry and when asked just ignore or simply deny the fact that you even touched and blame it all on innocent wind.
v Occupy max space on the bike as if you have paid tickets for it.
v Mid way plead to do tripling so that her friend can again climb on to your bike, Ya climb on pushing you to the tank and that’s not over, then complain that the driver doesn’t adjust. I thank all you Guys who have driven the bike sitting on the tank through bumpy roads for sympathizing on my plight.
v Keep on advising on how to drive and commenting on sound’s coming from the bike as if you are the MotoGp champ of this season and sister of Valentino Rossi.
v Never Ever tell beforehand the turn to be taken to reach your home/restraunt etc and declare it loud with anger and frustration when you just passed by the turn and then make the driver fell that he is useless and nothing but pile of shit mounted 5 feet 6 inches high
v When you see that a Traffic light is going to be Red and the poor driver is slowing down for his and her safety, shout loudly making that signature sound. Ya u guessed it right “Chalo chalo chaloooooooo…Jaldiiiiiii…………” and as you stop by traffic create a sound by woo zing air out of your mouth and the end result on the driver is same that he is useless and nothing but pile of shit mounted 5 feet 6 inches high”
Then the Theatre saga: - Getting late fro movie, dropping the purse outside E-Square (Multiplex), feeling thirsty after Interval, hitting people seating on the front row with her legs (remb. Charged electron she isJ)
Restaurant Saga: -Selecting the cheapest restaurant in the Area and telling lie that it’s classy (Radhika Resteraunt; Aundh (Pune)); compelling to sit on the ground floor as they charge less service tax and the magical hunger of her which vanishes after ordering lotsJ
The sagas would continue if I go on pointing like this but please please all you ladies lemme know the pleasure derived, I tried Bike Saga once with my friend and forget about the pleasure he stopped the bike on the corner of the road and ordered me to get down and asked me to either complete all this stuff here or come by PCMT bus.
Continuing with the story, at times I would shout at her, coz I expected a lot from her as she was the best and I didn’t look at her as fresher and she would most humbly listen to me with a scary look on her face and continue working. But again let me mention here that like a Gentleman I did say sorry to her every time I shouted…the only catch being that I didn’t say her sorry on face but pinged her sorry when she was not at her seat, c’mmon mail ego + seniority complex.. . Exactly…How could I apologies on her face, even the thought sends shivers down my soul
And she had this bad habit of saying anything and everything in front of anyone and everyone, and then with face as innocent as a kid who has ruined her mom’s lipstick rubbing that against her own lips she would say “Sorry sorry sorry and she would repeat exactly ditto the same words as told by me sometime earlier ‘There is time and place for everything’ right Madi” and I had nothing but to smile and walk away. (Hey! You, Stop admiring her, she was a junior so she could apologies on my face, no big deal Ok I can also do it to my seniors but as I am perfect such a situation never came )
You all must be imagining her by now and would have created a figure of her in your mind. Through out the article I never talked about her looks, ya she has the biggest and fleshiest cheeks in the world and they were so big chubbu chubbu types that she avoided going through small doors as they might get scratched.Arrey not her cheeks the doors I meant :).Ok Ok I am rephrasing it she was no Aishwarya Rai or Miss Universe anything, She is a normal gal next door but with such a special rare blend that for me after God’s created Nature I can say her to be the most beautiful creation of God. I am dead sure God must have created her on Long weekend r taken Comp-off just to create her. Words are powerful but as SRK Says in a song of Om Shanti Om"Kissi Juban main bhi woh labz hi nahi ki jinme tum ho kya tumhe bta sakuin,main agar kahuin tumsa hansi Qaayanat main nahi hai koi"
Anyvys, these things were not meant to last long as someone said” Good things in Life are always have a short-life”
Last day at Inffosys, we Inffoscions are very used to this particular line J a daily routine mail I must say. She informed me on Aug 10 2007 that she would be leaving Inffosys after one month. One month,”Oh God does this mean that I have to bear you for one long complete one month” was my replyJ…now before you people start staring let me rephrase it “Oh God does this mean that I just can spent one month with you” was what I thought. I mean (263.5(31*8.5) Hours approx) estimated official time.
I have a weird habit whenever I am running race against time, I stop watching calendar and deliberately loose track of the date, so that I don’t waste time getting worried about the fast approaching dead end. Believe me it works I have tried it with my exams, important QA drop dates.
And I applied the same funda with her resignation date also, I completely lost track of calendar, date etc and lived every day as if it was my last day with her on this planet.
Doing everything in my control to make her last days as a dream run/stay at Inffosys.
One day she called me and said Vineet I got this mail from HR and tomorrow is my exit interview. We both just stared for few seconds, both of us looking helplessly at each other wet eyes and she understood that my eyes pleading her to extend the date of resignation. But, we both new it was too late and the cruel hands of destiny has played its yet another dirty game. Believe me that moment can be recorded as one among the few rare moments in the History when two hearts stopped beating at the same time.
Now she is gone and I feel as if the world has come to a stand still, the light in our life is gone and there is darkness everywhere.
This time I won’t stop you people from staring at me or making wrong face or unpleasant looks because I deserve it.
I could never tell her what she meant to me? I never told her How much this bloody confirmed employee learned from a trainee and that too a gal. Could never tell her how I admired her for everything? I could never tell her that awful Bike saga used to be best moment of the Day? I could…forget it. Reason, Ya u guessed it right “bloody mail ego + seniority complex.”
I cannot control my tears as I write these words…
The day she left, I tried mailing her all this on her Inffosys as well as the alternate mail id she gave in her “Last Mail” but all in vain
And she had this bad habit of saying anything and everything in front of anyone and everyone, and then with face as innocent as a kid who has ruined her mom’s lipstick rubbing that against her own lips she would say “Sorry sorry sorry and she would repeat exactly ditto the same words as told by me sometime earlier ‘There is time and place for everything’ right Madi” and I had nothing but to smile and walk away. (Hey! You, Stop admiring her, she was a junior so she could apologies on my face, no big deal Ok I can also do it to my seniors but as I am perfect such a situation never came )
You all must be imagining her by now and would have created a figure of her in your mind. Through out the article I never talked about her looks, ya she has the biggest and fleshiest cheeks in the world and they were so big chubbu chubbu types that she avoided going through small doors as they might get scratched.Arrey not her cheeks the doors I meant :).Ok Ok I am rephrasing it she was no Aishwarya Rai or Miss Universe anything, She is a normal gal next door but with such a special rare blend that for me after God’s created Nature I can say her to be the most beautiful creation of God. I am dead sure God must have created her on Long weekend r taken Comp-off just to create her. Words are powerful but as SRK Says in a song of Om Shanti Om"Kissi Juban main bhi woh labz hi nahi ki jinme tum ho kya tumhe bta sakuin,main agar kahuin tumsa hansi Qaayanat main nahi hai koi"
Anyvys, these things were not meant to last long as someone said” Good things in Life are always have a short-life”
Last day at Inffosys, we Inffoscions are very used to this particular line J a daily routine mail I must say. She informed me on Aug 10 2007 that she would be leaving Inffosys after one month. One month,”Oh God does this mean that I have to bear you for one long complete one month” was my replyJ…now before you people start staring let me rephrase it “Oh God does this mean that I just can spent one month with you” was what I thought. I mean (263.5(31*8.5) Hours approx) estimated official time.
I have a weird habit whenever I am running race against time, I stop watching calendar and deliberately loose track of the date, so that I don’t waste time getting worried about the fast approaching dead end. Believe me it works I have tried it with my exams, important QA drop dates.
And I applied the same funda with her resignation date also, I completely lost track of calendar, date etc and lived every day as if it was my last day with her on this planet.
Doing everything in my control to make her last days as a dream run/stay at Inffosys.
One day she called me and said Vineet I got this mail from HR and tomorrow is my exit interview. We both just stared for few seconds, both of us looking helplessly at each other wet eyes and she understood that my eyes pleading her to extend the date of resignation. But, we both new it was too late and the cruel hands of destiny has played its yet another dirty game. Believe me that moment can be recorded as one among the few rare moments in the History when two hearts stopped beating at the same time.
Now she is gone and I feel as if the world has come to a stand still, the light in our life is gone and there is darkness everywhere.
This time I won’t stop you people from staring at me or making wrong face or unpleasant looks because I deserve it.
I could never tell her what she meant to me? I never told her How much this bloody confirmed employee learned from a trainee and that too a gal. Could never tell her how I admired her for everything? I could never tell her that awful Bike saga used to be best moment of the Day? I could…forget it. Reason, Ya u guessed it right “bloody mail ego + seniority complex.”
I cannot control my tears as I write these words…
The day she left, I tried mailing her all this on her Inffosys as well as the alternate mail id she gave in her “Last Mail” but all in vain
I just hope that we could foresee future; if only we could I would have never initialized that variable outside the method…and
Khamosh tere sehar se chala ayaa...
Aansuin bhi girta to bahut awaaj hoti....
Aise to din raat Ek duje ki hansi ki dua karte hain hum..
Majboori kahein bebassi kahein,sach to yeah hai ki milte to main bhi rota tu bhi roti...
I know this is weird but still when I hear the voice of sandal r a gal walking by (I still remember she has a dress which has beads hanging from dupatta making sounds which are well audible as soon as she enters Inffosys Main GateJ ), I rise from my seat hoping to see that innocent face creeping into the cubicle to avoid any comment/sarcasm from me for coming by 11:00Am bus.
I don’t know much of Java but I have seen life and know that it is strongly typed as Java; the only difference being life has no reverse loops.
