Hinduism and democracy can't co-exist together. One of them has to go. The caste based politics will kill the meritocracy and with it the dreams of the thousands of meritorious people from so-called forward castes (wats so forward abt these castes? there are poor people in all castes. The talk about rural/urban divide has some substance but it would be foolish to assume that its what the politicians want to address) Its not just the logistics of the implementation of reservations which frighten any sane person but the scale of disillusionment and loss of hope among youth. Almost everyone who can has taken to the streets and one hopes that something comes out this struggle full of innocence. Innocence of the fact that thousands of such struggles against the rakshas called "government" never resulted in any positive outcomes. Instead, the polticians always gather a reason to escape free of dirt. The mass is as they say, illogical. The 60% of voting population is definetly OBC or other reservation-benifited caste. Otherwise, the politicians wouldnt have dared take such an unprogressive step.
India is going to the dogs. It was supposed to be a statement of/by people who don't have a life and enjoy cursing the government and the country for their incompetence. But, the dogs are real now and they are barking louder than ever. The sound is almost unbearable. And there won't be any life anymore for many from the forward castes.
How do i get my visa for US?
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I support Reservations!
I fully support the reservations idea. All the seats in parliament need to be reserved for people with honest hearts and a clean conscious. The current lot needs to be brutally murdered.
All other kinds of reservations like that in higer education are sick. Am waiting for the day when a reserved category heart surgeon plucks out the heart of a minister who endorsed the reservations in higher education. Since, the entire parliament supports reservations, i would ask this. All of them should go to doctors/engineers/consultants/technicians/ of reserved category when they need them. The rest will soon emigrate anyway.
All other kinds of reservations like that in higer education are sick. Am waiting for the day when a reserved category heart surgeon plucks out the heart of a minister who endorsed the reservations in higher education. Since, the entire parliament supports reservations, i would ask this. All of them should go to doctors/engineers/consultants/technicians/ of reserved category when they need them. The rest will soon emigrate anyway.
The ability to say NO!
There is one thing common among indians who work in the outsourcing industry. In the process of pleasing their clients (the clients are overpleased way too often!) the employees in the thousands of BPO's/KPO's/ITES don't use the word NO as much as they need to!
The problem has its roots in indian culture and has far greater manifestations than in Outsourcing industry. In india, the guests are the equivalents of gods according to popular culture. Hence, they need to be treated accordingly. The employees of back-office operations believe a lot in this and so, work like "horses". And also, i belive it is a case of lack of self confidence and the ability to assert one-self.
Its all good for job scene that India becomes a prima donna outsourcing hub but the very thoght that some/many of my own cousins may end up working for call-centres or other BPO/KPO outfits makes me freeze as if i reached northpole. But, thats off the point.
So, what's the point? This blog is just my knee-jerk reaction to something which has affected me. Lots of my friends work for outsourcing outfits and i myself have worked for a couple of such places. And the disease is widely spread. People work long hours
as if they are working on very important assignments which mean millions of dollars gained or lost. The truth is that much of the work in KPO industry is just second hand work. And the white skins in the US usually know what to outsource and what to not and never outsource "important" work. The indians in backoffices have a lot of perks but they lack the most important of all. Empowerment and a feeling of job satisfaction. The growth profiles stink and so does the food.
The last weekend saw me in one of the most awkward situations i have faced in a long time. A close friend of mine asked me a favour. A friend of a friend of his is coming to bombay with his friends and has no place to stay! So, he needs my place to stay. I could have easily said no as that would mean i would be dislocated 4m my own home. But i didnt. I said YES. And i know what i had to go through. Thats just one example of what the disability to say NO can do to you.
The problem has its roots in indian culture and has far greater manifestations than in Outsourcing industry. In india, the guests are the equivalents of gods according to popular culture. Hence, they need to be treated accordingly. The employees of back-office operations believe a lot in this and so, work like "horses". And also, i belive it is a case of lack of self confidence and the ability to assert one-self.
Its all good for job scene that India becomes a prima donna outsourcing hub but the very thoght that some/many of my own cousins may end up working for call-centres or other BPO/KPO outfits makes me freeze as if i reached northpole. But, thats off the point.
So, what's the point? This blog is just my knee-jerk reaction to something which has affected me. Lots of my friends work for outsourcing outfits and i myself have worked for a couple of such places. And the disease is widely spread. People work long hours
as if they are working on very important assignments which mean millions of dollars gained or lost. The truth is that much of the work in KPO industry is just second hand work. And the white skins in the US usually know what to outsource and what to not and never outsource "important" work. The indians in backoffices have a lot of perks but they lack the most important of all. Empowerment and a feeling of job satisfaction. The growth profiles stink and so does the food.
The last weekend saw me in one of the most awkward situations i have faced in a long time. A close friend of mine asked me a favour. A friend of a friend of his is coming to bombay with his friends and has no place to stay! So, he needs my place to stay. I could have easily said no as that would mean i would be dislocated 4m my own home. But i didnt. I said YES. And i know what i had to go through. Thats just one example of what the disability to say NO can do to you.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
What's in a name?
Well, not much really or so i thought for long!
Boston Consulting Group (BCG) and Boston Analytics (BA) are two different companies. (Well, so? nothing is really wrong about being different! .........u too think so?)
Their offices in bombay are in neighbouring buidlings. This seems innocuous too.
I happen to work for the latter of the companies and know first hand that some thing is really not innocuous abt the names and locations of the two. The loads of visitors who land at my office hoping that they have reached boston consulting group will testify to the fact.
I have people barging into my door every day and asking if it's BCG. And i love their funny reactions when i tell them that they have landed at the wrong place. Earlier today in the morning a fat lady barged into my office (which actually caused this blog!). She was aghast at the small size of the office and might have thought for a moment that may be BCG has gone bankrupt. When i told her the inevitable truth, the fat lady seemed very disappointed. For one thing, she will have to walk all the way back and up now. (I once gleefully accepted a huge biscuits packet which was actually sent to BCG but accidentally reached BA. I persisted that it's the wrong place but the biscuit boy seemed more than happy to finish the matter there and then. But, sadly my better senses prevailed and i had to send him back)
The victims (read visitors) are a daily routine. The Postmen, pizzaboys, job-seekers, mobile guys, friends of employees, foreign visitors (:O), etc have all bitten the dust. Must surely have been a funny and at the same time, humbling experience to each one of them. The real fun is all mine, though! :)
Epilogue: This blog is dedicated to all those visitors (martyrs) who needed to go to BCG and ended up at my door!
Boston Consulting Group (BCG) and Boston Analytics (BA) are two different companies. (Well, so? nothing is really wrong about being different! .........u too think so?)
Their offices in bombay are in neighbouring buidlings. This seems innocuous too.
I happen to work for the latter of the companies and know first hand that some thing is really not innocuous abt the names and locations of the two. The loads of visitors who land at my office hoping that they have reached boston consulting group will testify to the fact.
I have people barging into my door every day and asking if it's BCG. And i love their funny reactions when i tell them that they have landed at the wrong place. Earlier today in the morning a fat lady barged into my office (which actually caused this blog!). She was aghast at the small size of the office and might have thought for a moment that may be BCG has gone bankrupt. When i told her the inevitable truth, the fat lady seemed very disappointed. For one thing, she will have to walk all the way back and up now. (I once gleefully accepted a huge biscuits packet which was actually sent to BCG but accidentally reached BA. I persisted that it's the wrong place but the biscuit boy seemed more than happy to finish the matter there and then. But, sadly my better senses prevailed and i had to send him back)
The victims (read visitors) are a daily routine. The Postmen, pizzaboys, job-seekers, mobile guys, friends of employees, foreign visitors (:O), etc have all bitten the dust. Must surely have been a funny and at the same time, humbling experience to each one of them. The real fun is all mine, though! :)
Epilogue: This blog is dedicated to all those visitors (martyrs) who needed to go to BCG and ended up at my door!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Bizarre
Everything around is bizarre. I will run you through some kind of a list
1. A wanne-be-famous brother kills his own famous brother because he wasn't helping him make some quick money.
2. A driver drives the public bus rashly and kills 35 people because he had a bad argument with his wife in the morning!
3. Some guys cut the head off of a foreigner as he doesn't belong to their kind and they hate other kind of people living on their land! (I like this one)
4. The guy with no head has a hidden wife who demands a part of the sympathy money from the government/corporate.
5. The original wife comits suicide (this is not bizare, especially not after the turn of events)
6. My boss needs me to work overtime because he needs to impress his boss over a cup of coffee!
7. Sreesanth claims he wants to bowl at 150 kmph (the most bizarre of all!!!!)
8. Almost everybody i know seems to be on orkut. The biggest neighbourhood one could ever imagine!
9. I miss home
Are all these things connected? Is there something missing? Are you confused about what are you reading? Well, that was exactly the topic of this blog. "Bizarre". If this is not bizarre, what else is?
1. A wanne-be-famous brother kills his own famous brother because he wasn't helping him make some quick money.
2. A driver drives the public bus rashly and kills 35 people because he had a bad argument with his wife in the morning!
3. Some guys cut the head off of a foreigner as he doesn't belong to their kind and they hate other kind of people living on their land! (I like this one)
4. The guy with no head has a hidden wife who demands a part of the sympathy money from the government/corporate.
5. The original wife comits suicide (this is not bizare, especially not after the turn of events)
6. My boss needs me to work overtime because he needs to impress his boss over a cup of coffee!
7. Sreesanth claims he wants to bowl at 150 kmph (the most bizarre of all!!!!)
8. Almost everybody i know seems to be on orkut. The biggest neighbourhood one could ever imagine!
9. I miss home
Are all these things connected? Is there something missing? Are you confused about what are you reading? Well, that was exactly the topic of this blog. "Bizarre". If this is not bizarre, what else is?
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
To Mittal, with Love :P
Saley Mittal,
This is not a blog. This is a public mail to you and i couldn't think of a better public forum than my own blog. The purpose is to inform the world or rather educate the world about you and your crude manners (sic...)!
So, where do i start? As you would have realised by now, this mail is an outcome of my deep rooted malice (read love) towards you :D.........I hated you for the first time when i saw your juice-less stick like body (and i hated you a lot of times after that). To start with, I just hoped you were not human. But, as luck (bad) would have it, you turned out to be one. I looked at it as an experience to adjust with aliens and looking back now, I actually had a lot of fun doing it. You........*&^%$@%%!
(The rest of the content has been held back as my lawyer just adviced me that the US law enables its citizens to sue any damn body for any damn thing. I would have tried anyway but am too tired to get sued today)
After a very bad day at office...,
May my soul rest in peace!
p.s: If u look down upon my blog and write (s)craps on it again in orkut, i will publish this mail in its complete version :).... I hope you wont do it. Even if you do, i can always delete the (s)crap! :D
This is not a blog. This is a public mail to you and i couldn't think of a better public forum than my own blog. The purpose is to inform the world or rather educate the world about you and your crude manners (sic...)!
So, where do i start? As you would have realised by now, this mail is an outcome of my deep rooted malice (read love) towards you :D.........I hated you for the first time when i saw your juice-less stick like body (and i hated you a lot of times after that). To start with, I just hoped you were not human. But, as luck (bad) would have it, you turned out to be one. I looked at it as an experience to adjust with aliens and looking back now, I actually had a lot of fun doing it. You........*&^%$@%%!
(The rest of the content has been held back as my lawyer just adviced me that the US law enables its citizens to sue any damn body for any damn thing. I would have tried anyway but am too tired to get sued today)
After a very bad day at office...,
May my soul rest in peace!
p.s: If u look down upon my blog and write (s)craps on it again in orkut, i will publish this mail in its complete version :).... I hope you wont do it. Even if you do, i can always delete the (s)crap! :D
Hail Ramanujan!
I was talking to a childhood batchmate of mine on YM, and the talks somehow lead to a discussion on "Srinivasa Ramanujan". Just out of curiosity, i researched a little bit on him and the following are a few excerpts from a gem of a life as his....
"...........he had independently discovered the Bernoulli numbers. At this time in his life, he was quite poor and was often near the point of starvation"
Hardy said of Ramanujan's formulae, some of which he could not initially understand, "a single look at them is enough to show that they could only be written down by a mathematician of the highest class. They must be true, for if they were not true, no one would have had the imagination to invent them."
...the list of the anecdotes is too long and i cant quote them all here. The taxi number saga is a legend. If interested, You can read more at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Srinivasa_Ramanujan
Monday, May 01, 2006
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