Sunday, June 27, 2010

Five years etcetera!





The most clichéd question lingers in between my ears.. How do you see yourself five years down the line? A question  hurled at most interviewees seeking their first job. Silly as we were, silly were our answers too.To quote for a  fun laugh:



-I want to grow up the ladder and become a manager.
-I want to have achieved the Stellar award instituted by my company.
-I want to add value to the company by my expertise and help it grow.
-I want to ... blah blah blah


Every interviewer must have sneaked a furtive laugh in their gut! 


Phew! a half decade past my first day at job. If I were to answer the question now!


Thank you for giving me the opportunity to answer such a question. I would like to speak my mind. Your company gave the thrust that I required to start my career. The initial few months were mirthful as I made new pals from different colleges, explored avenues to chat with them, had spring flings! The boot-camp was the best period, having said that it was getting to know the rules well to help rustle up ways of wreckage! The first year went by in running errands for team. Second year, I put in my soul. It was an enabler for getting into your rival organisation with double the compensation you offered.In two years, I had already learnt the tricks-of-trade. I survived brazen -headed, evading work and spending most of the time having lunch(fagging for those who smoke) with a bunch of outlaws like me.



I discovered ways to download songs in office and watch movies online. Blogging and chatting was effected on the fly. I had pirated! Amply lied to the manager and gone on long vacations despite the staggering deadlines which were to be met. The last three years I was completely tempered by the ups and downs and have been sustaining!



Not a manager yet, not gained anything for the company yet :)



The above is the abridged version of every IT employee's life! It is purely fictitious and bears no resemblance to any person, specially me ;P

Sunday, June 13, 2010

That’s Edinburgh for me!

They call it summer and it’s just a wee degree higher than what we have in winters. It’s not their fault! I just had the tangles off my hair on a no less than windy day and only to my shock it’s in snares again. It’s ostensibly ominous, somebody trying to undo your hair the moment you set out to rock the streets. Crazier than it sounds, it pissed the entire Edinburgh wetting every pit and mound. The temperatures nosedived enough to shatter all my plans of sightseeing. Believe me, it is summer here!

It is a sight to behold, when the sun shines bright, and the cold wind blows followed by a quiet drizzle you won’t realize unless you were out under the sky. Right through your window from behind the multitude of archaic smoke-brick buildings you can soothe your eyes with the kaleidoscopic view of the rainbow. The interbred colours render the sky with the Midas touch! I was infested with the compelling urge to soak up all the colours and swash on to the canvas of my otherwise bland life!

Yet I managed to set out for the remaining bit of the day clad in an overcoat, long boots and my wily friend – the umbrella. I’d like to call it my friend though it has acted more of a fiend at times I needed it. There’s a thumb rule in Edinburgh- ‘You never venture out without an umbrella', as the rain Gods are very active here and might shower their bounty anytime, unannounced. I left home despite the weather, all geared up come what may. I had hardly known that my preparedness was confined to me and not my friend. A strong wind blew and lo, it blew off! It din’t wait a jiffy leaving me chasing it in a wasted attempt.

This is routine now. I’m undaunted by the weather and despite all the trials and tribulations I’ve managed to catch a glimpse of the gargantuan castles, the seasonal abode of the Queen, the majestic streets flanked by statues of great Scottish men! How could I miss the kilt? You could occasionally catch sight of men scuttling to offices in kilts, agreeably hot! From savoring the haggis to the Scotch whisky, it’s all done here.

It’s a sleepy little city as I always say, but has its own subtle charm. A land where the sun doesn’t seem to set, the things to be done here are aplenty. I would say it’s a place which leaves you in peace in retrospection. A verdict hands down!