It has been a long time since I wrote a blog. Its time I started it again. Since I didn’t have anything to write (you must be wondering when did I have stuff to write, that’s probably true too :)), I decided to write whatever came to my mind.
One of the main regrets of my life is that I was not able to attend some of my best friends’ marriages. Sathya to start with – it was in 2006 immediately after my marriage (in fact just two months after my marriage), couldn’t go as I was stuck in some s….t project work. Suresh’s, Venkat’s, Revathi’s, Parthi’s, Viji (Vijayakumar). Given how short my friends' list is, this is pathetic l which will haunt me for my life. The only exception to this list was Dinesh (I made it to his reception). All my friends will surely be unhappy with me.
As a child I always wanted to be a doctor. My father thought I will make it too. Coming from a Tamil medium background, we didn’t realize how difficult it will be. Also, my family probably overestimated me (as all the families do). Finally, common sense prevailed and I changed my mind to become an engineer. That was more reachable given my IQ and the marks I scored in my higher secondary.
My father always asks me a simple question. Well, simple for him, but too complicated for me. What do you do in office? I am always tempted to say “I produce paper” as one of my senior managers used to say. But on a serious note, he wants to understand, what do I do starting at 7 AM and extending till 12 midnight most of the days. Is the job so complicated that I have to be there everyday for about 15, 16 hours or I just wile my time away? I tried to explain him once. When I started my first job at a call center, I yielded to his continuous taunting and explained him about what I do from 6 PM to 3 AM (yea that was a night shift). He kind of understood that, but didn’t understand the connection between my MBA and the job. I told him, this is more like it. We don’t necessarily do what we have studied. However, that job description didn’t last longer. I changed my job within a month of me explaining the job profile to him. My new job was completely different from what I did earlier and luckily it had some MBA connection too. Again, one fine innocuous morning, my father started the conversation. “What do you do”? I said, Father, chuck it, I am not going to explain it coz, I need to first understand what I am doing :).
It was 2002 when I was in my MBA and went for a tour to the north which included Delhi, Manali and Agra. During the journey, I proudly said to my friends how good the buses in Bhopal were (I studied my engineering there). I told them that nobody can find people standing in the buses since the police will put a spot fine on the driver and the conductor. It was true and I was building up the story for my friends when the train reached Bhopal. To my horror I saw people sitting on top of the buses and Suresh (Sr.) immediately pounced on me. “Santa, you are right. Nobody will stand inside the bus, they will all sit on top of it” and I was not able to control the guffaws that surrounded me. :)
One of the main regrets of my life is that I was not able to attend some of my best friends’ marriages. Sathya to start with – it was in 2006 immediately after my marriage (in fact just two months after my marriage), couldn’t go as I was stuck in some s….t project work. Suresh’s, Venkat’s, Revathi’s, Parthi’s, Viji (Vijayakumar). Given how short my friends' list is, this is pathetic l which will haunt me for my life. The only exception to this list was Dinesh (I made it to his reception). All my friends will surely be unhappy with me.
As a child I always wanted to be a doctor. My father thought I will make it too. Coming from a Tamil medium background, we didn’t realize how difficult it will be. Also, my family probably overestimated me (as all the families do). Finally, common sense prevailed and I changed my mind to become an engineer. That was more reachable given my IQ and the marks I scored in my higher secondary.
My father always asks me a simple question. Well, simple for him, but too complicated for me. What do you do in office? I am always tempted to say “I produce paper” as one of my senior managers used to say. But on a serious note, he wants to understand, what do I do starting at 7 AM and extending till 12 midnight most of the days. Is the job so complicated that I have to be there everyday for about 15, 16 hours or I just wile my time away? I tried to explain him once. When I started my first job at a call center, I yielded to his continuous taunting and explained him about what I do from 6 PM to 3 AM (yea that was a night shift). He kind of understood that, but didn’t understand the connection between my MBA and the job. I told him, this is more like it. We don’t necessarily do what we have studied. However, that job description didn’t last longer. I changed my job within a month of me explaining the job profile to him. My new job was completely different from what I did earlier and luckily it had some MBA connection too. Again, one fine innocuous morning, my father started the conversation. “What do you do”? I said, Father, chuck it, I am not going to explain it coz, I need to first understand what I am doing :).
It was 2002 when I was in my MBA and went for a tour to the north which included Delhi, Manali and Agra. During the journey, I proudly said to my friends how good the buses in Bhopal were (I studied my engineering there). I told them that nobody can find people standing in the buses since the police will put a spot fine on the driver and the conductor. It was true and I was building up the story for my friends when the train reached Bhopal. To my horror I saw people sitting on top of the buses and Suresh (Sr.) immediately pounced on me. “Santa, you are right. Nobody will stand inside the bus, they will all sit on top of it” and I was not able to control the guffaws that surrounded me. :)
