MH-03-AZ-9335 & Secret Santa

 

I doubt my Christmas could ever be better than this one.

When returning from office, as I stopped at a signal, a Wagon R slowed down besides me. Is there alternate thing to do other than taking a glimpse at everything around you? Just as I looked at that WagonR, I saw somebody sitting inside waving his hand at me. And then he spread out his palm and gestured at me, asking, ‘everything ok?’
I nodded. Had no clue even about our acquaintance if any.

Something seemed weird about this guy. Mid 30s. Fair. Short hair. Whenever he talked a man (driver) and the woman who sat in front of this guy would tell him to shut up. When the guy touched anything and played with it, the man would shout and pull whatever was in his hand.
That’s when I realised he was mentally imbalanced.
Just as this guy called a boy selling toys and asked to show him the light emitting stick of blue and red, the driver told the seller to get lost…
Common it was a new year… Might be that mental person did not understand anything, but how could those other guys be so heartless???

Don’t know what I thought then… I bought that illuminating stick and gave it to him greeting ‘happy Christmas’. He took it, did not thank me. Even didn’t look at me again…
But then, it was all about watching him smile for those moments, fractions of seconds though… and I realized that it made me happy, of course not that kind when we just start celebrating but the one we seldom feel within…

I guess, I was his “Secret Santa” that eve…

Replying to a Douchebag Manager

IF  YOU  SCREW  WITH  ME… I’M  GONNA  FUCK  UR  LIFE !

Never Forget That The Foot You Stand On Today Can Be The One to Kick Your Ass Tomorrow…

I asked :-
Could you tell me where do we have to come today?
Client Site or Seepz.
I am at Client Site right now and nobody is replying the phone in office.
Please let me know asap so I could start my work effectively.

He replied:-

I think you better start behaving properly with responsibility. You dont have any right to make such statements. I dont think there is no doubt where you have to reach.

So, I replied him :-

Let me get directly to the point.

Please tell me where was I wrong when I asked ‘where should I come?’ If an employee is sitting in Client Site, which is closed for more than half an hour(as it was holiday at client site) and he has just lost his cell phone(as everybody knows the case) and wants to know where they will be working that day, what is he supposed to do? As there was nobody around to ask I couldn’t stop thinking if we had to come to SEEPZ. It was only when a few people from Client Site itself got into office that I could enter. The first thing I did was to make calls on the office numbers that I remember. When I didn’t get any reply, I dropped a mail. I didn’t want to waste my time at a place if my colleagues were to work at some other. That could only lead to loss of productivity and wastage of an employee’s time.

I don’t understand why your reply needed to be so curt when all I did is ask you with complete humbleness.
Was I mistaken by letting you know about my whereabouts?

Even when we are giving more than what is required by us, is there a doubt we are not committed to the project given to us? Though we are sitting on our chair working more than 11 hours daily and putting all our hearts into it, is there any doubt left that we do, or think, otherwise? Nobody asked me to stay till midnight when it was confirmed our new module was going to SIT within two weeks. And I am saying this not to tell you how much I worked or did not. I believe in my work and my contribution towards achieving the organization’s goals! That is what our organization pays me for.

I guess, my perception that seniors have the insight of who is doing what, was wrong. Is it because I don’t market myself properly to show or boast what I did and what I can do? I see many people sharing their gasconade all the time even when they have so much potential to really do it, yet they remain pretentious personalities. The funny thing is, they are always given a good rating. Well, that’s a completely different issue and I don’t want to get into it in anyway.

Is it written in any of our company policy that we should sacrifice all our personal life for a project that was merely supervised by someone during development?
Then at the eleventh hour, all just seem to suddenly wake up from their hibernation. Even after doing so much, if I get to know someone is talking absurd things and making accusations behind my back, should I still believe in that person and look up to him as my role model?

If politics need to be played, I don’t want to be a part of it. What I really can’t get is why do people hold on to personal grudges, if any, and mix it with professional work.
Can’t they be kept as two separate things if we have to work as a team?

There are more than 700 IT firms in India and if I were here just to earn money I could have been in any other of those 699 firms. FYI, I did not need this job but I wanted it! Only because I trusted in the name of Tatas. Is it that “Respect For Individuals” is just some random slogan picked up and added to the list of values that our company admires and constantly tries to achieve?

It is good, no doubt, to have a manager for every project who is responsible for getting the job done but it is far better to have a altruistic manager who works taking everybody along with him. It is only when an employee is given some professional courtesy that he gets the vibes of a good professional and friendly environment which makes him stay in the same organization, loyal and committed.

We

Its all u n me,

Against d world,

Who holds nothing

For the kind pity…

 

Amidst them all we stay,

Still not a single soul

Who can watch us in pain,

D only thing we both know

From d grey hair that we grow…

 

One after another

They all came in r lyf,

Wit pain n sufferings at d end

N wit tim wch simply sow…

 

Whom can we trust

N who can we understand

D question still remains

Far 4m us to comprehend…

 

There’s a bottle of whisky

N there’s a pack of smoke

Even in their presence

We still feel so alone

 

Wht is it tht we forgot to show?

Wht is it tht we forgot to look?

Y is it tht r hearts still burn

Whn every1 jst seems nt 2 care?

 

R we cursed to wander

D face of d earth all alone?

R we d only 2

Tht will stay wit each other

Till d last breath we take?

 

Perhaps v’ll b d only ppl

Holding r hands together

As Lucifer arrives

N takes us wit him

In d shadow of death !

 

No matter wht we do

We still remain

D only 2 to wonder

Its all tht v always talk abt

We: I n myself

D only 2 who’ll nvr lie 2 each othr…

D only 2 who won’t let go of each othr…

One Who Started It All !

Did you know who Pandora was?

As much as it’s hard to believe, women were the ones to bring sufferings to mankind. Funny thing is, its written in Greek Mythology as well. It was Pandora, the first of all women that Zeus created and presented to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Although his brother warned him from accepting gifts from Gods, Epimetheus defied his brother to take in Pandora(and which man wouldn’t after seeing such a beautiful woman like her), and a box that Zeus gifted both of them. It was written specifically “Don’t Open The Box”. Well, how hard it could be? But for women, it’s one thing they always want to do – do what they are told not to! Once when Epimetheus left her alone for a couple of hours, out of her undying curiosity she opened the box and released all evil and illness known to mankind. WTF !

The only thing good in the box was the last thing to get out – HOPE .

So that’s all they do. Even hope is a suffering in today’s world. They give you misery and when you are about to quit they give you hope that things can work out… but again the misery and again the hope. I guess its been their tradition since Pandora…

Courtesy :-

Greek Mythology

P.S. – Its not all the women I’m talking about ! Only a couple of them who do such things… As much as I’d like to tell you their names right now, I won’t… say it’s my courtesy. But still, I can’t resist to give their initials, S and A.