Corporate Lessons, and Beyond

This is my first ever blog post from my New Macbook Pro MC 700.

The fact that I bought it with little help from Dad says a lot about the transformation from College to Corporate; and the fact that it took me more than a month to find some time to sit down peacefully and write something, explains the other aspect of this transformation.

If you’ve reached this blog post with the help of my facebook status or tweet, you know I’ve been busy; if there has been another way, I’m telling you I’ve been busy; also, this ‘busy’ is an understatement.

After a good 8 months at office, I think I can now safely say that I’m working effectively, that is to say I have my own small contribution in the generation of revenue that this company earns. Maybe it is a meagre 0.01%, but I’m not jobless at job.

Lets get back to the transformation. It has not been easy, and it has not been what I thought it to be. The training during the first three months is but an extension of college. It has got nothing that feels like you belong to the employed world. You get paid for learning, and even that is not mandatory, you can always cheat and pass the qualifying tests. Nothing that feels ‘out of college and into the real world.’

The next five months have been what made me realize that I was out of the institution, finally. They brought out the differences so clearly that now I can look back and say, I’m learning on the job, and not just learning.

Let me know give you some pointers to be followed at the workplace.

  • The boss (can be any senior) is NOT a teacher / trainer
  • He expects you to spend all the nine hours at office working , no exceptions
  • Over-time is never your decision, even though it is always made to look like that
  • No excuses work. Either you work, or you don’t
  • Client is an alien species and should not be troubled unless absolutely necessary. However, if he is ‘on-site’ and sits in your office on the same floor as you, you can trouble him as much as you want. He is in your land and has to live by your rules. Moreover, he is here for work and it is your duty to provide him with some.
  • There is absolutely no place like ‘hawa mahal’ to spend some time at. However, there are ‘cafeterias’ where you can find some food that you will prefer not eating if provided with an option. Fried Rice + Manchurian and Chhole Bhathure are exceptions.
  • If there’s no South Indian in your training batch, and you’ve not made any friends out there, you should consider getting your name removed from the ‘Man is a social animal’ list.
  • When you have friends at the same company whose bosses are not one percent similar to yours, you’re labelled as the ghissu / chintu / id ka chand / 29th february of the group. Not that it changes things, but it does provide them with a reason to laugh when they do not have any work. You, ofcourse, cannot join in.
  • If you belong to the old school that says about work – “My work, my responsibility”, the point stated above will not matter much.
  • When you have a team that believes in Unity in Diversity, you know you’ve found new friends in colleagues.
  • You’e never judged by the amount of work you do; you’re judged by the amount of work everyone else does compared to you.
  • If your office is bloody two hours away from your home, you better have an iPod, or fill your phone up with all sorts of songs that you find.
  • Also, you should tell your family that they should keep your photograph and have a look at it once every day, lest they forget your face.
  • If you have a best friend that waits for you to send your career’s first ever product release so that you can go out and watch a movie with them, they deserve one whole weekday that you should take an off on.
  • If you have another best friend who is working as insanely as you, and does not live in the civilization, you ought to call them up and tell them that you’re planning to take a day off and go for the movie.
  • If you have a friend who is coming to your town and planning to stay at your place, tell them beforehand you will only be able to give them two hours of your time.
  • If you have a college friend at the same company whose voice is never lower than 120 decibels and their words are faster than their thinking process, and you happen to have lunch with them at the office cafeteria every single day, you know by now how to hide your face.
  • If you’re working and you do not even know what you’re working on, you ought not to be working.
The list is not generic, and somehow it makes it look like I’ve been having hilarious times at the office. Not that I’ve not had those moments, but just to let you know that there have also been days when I’ve spent almost 16 hours working, and have reported back to the office early next day.
On a serious note, the efforts put in and the responsibilities shared have not much to do with the numbers in the bank account. It is one’s basic nature. I am a workaholic and I like to take the onus of knowing what I’m doing, and I have no second thoughts about that. I’d rather let my work do the talking. Cliched it may sound, but that is exactly how it is. Its just that not everyone can understand or appreciate this nature. If they would, they’d know that I’m way ahead of them in terms of what I now know and can do.
Did I just snub some people off indirectly? Well, I always meant to. I never said I’m not mean ๐Ÿ˜€


On the threshold,
waiting for that one dream,
colorful, vibrant, full of life,
in contrast with this mere existence

It touches and vanishes,
leaving behind blurred images,
that untouched spectrum,
which lures with the beauty

Within reach, yet unreachable,
deceiving the groping fingers,
visible, yet out of vision,
playing with the eyes

The twisted path that leads to it,
the conniving maze,
the deep blue waters,
the misty haze

On the threshold,
waiting for that one dream,
colorful, vibrant, full of life,
in contrast with this mere existence

Good was victorious. But justice?

A thought provoking discussion with @sandinmyfist and @Ipsita_Shome on twitter compelled me to write this Dussehra special post. There’s always the other side of truth, and here is what it is.

“Vijay Dashmi. The victory of good over evil. “

How many times has this one sentence been repeated? Innumerable. Every year, every person relates it with the festival, and inturn with the Ramayana.

Hindu mythology has always been at the forefront in preaching virtues such as benevolence, honesty, honor, truth and justice; and we devour the stories without questioning the essentials.

Raavana was evil and so were the Kauravas, hence punished.

But one thought here and there, and the blind faith starts shattering.

Whoever thought about the ladies back then, did a pretty nasty job.

Where was the justice for Sita? Urmila? Mandodari? Draupadi? Amba? Kunti? Where was the dignity and respect that attended the daughters and daughters-in-law of respectable royal families?

It is disheartening to realize that tales set in a patriarchal society, written by men, and for quite some time, read by men held the opposite sex in scant regard. Women were there to add glamor, or increase the reachability quotient. Though these thrived on the females’ sufferings, there was no respite for them.

P.S. The post is not intended to hurt any religious sentiments, or defame the stories mentioned above. Ramayana and Mahabharata are much revered texts and I respect them for what they are. This, however, is a personal post on the incidents I’m not comfortable with.

Upside Down

Earth is round, none of the continents have a pre-defined shape, the oceans are technically not endless, the sky is blue and this is my new blog post.

A lame beginning.

The result of paranoia, or just plain boredom?

Actually, it is a combination of both.

There are times when life changes drastically, and till the time you can understand what is happening, you remain in awe of the situation.

Wondering what am I talking about? So am I!

How do I express something if I’m not sure what it exactly is?

Confusion, chaos and randomness are claiming their place at the top of the chart; and I’m going with the flow, just as suggested by almost everyone. The best part is I do not realize why am I doing whatever am I doing, because that is what makes the situation more interesting.

No, I’m not complaining / cribbing / ranting. I’m just surprised at the fast pace and the enormity of the transition.

And to top it all, I am actually enjoying life. I do things that I *have to do*, and I also do things that I *love to do*. Some people might ask whats the difference, some just know what I’m talking about. If you’re not in the second category, I’m not in a mood to explain.

The day whooshes past, night ends in a blur, and soon enough a new morning arrives. The upbeat momentum keeps me on my toes, and unlike so many others my age, I love the rush and thrill.

The moral of the post: Life does turn itself upside down, but only when you keep hanging, can you feel the wind brushing past.

P.S. I know the college series is pending and a lot of people might be disappointed after seeing this post on the blog. Sorry guys, just felt like writing something abstract.

The motivation came after somebody spread word about one of my previous posts That one thought . Needles to say, felt nice to see it being appreciated in a community so wide.

College Memoirs Part III – ICE BVCOE & The Batch 2K10

As always, its been a while since I last wrote here, or rather, typed.

This post is specially dedicated to the ‘Department of Instrumentation and Control Engineering’ at Bharati Vidyapeeth’s College of Engineering, and the ‘Exclusive’ Batch of 2010.

Talking about the department, we’re proud of the exclusivity we have of being one of the only two colleges that are privileged enough to have provided this stream of engineering to its students. Yes, ICE exists only in Amity & BVCOE in IPU! A fact we’re reminded of when talking about performance – “Being on top in a batch of 120 in the university is no big deal!”, and a fact we’re asked to forget when talking about poor performance – “It shouldnt matter if the branch is only in two colleges; you ought to have been better!”

I C E – Three alphabets, which when combined together, lead to utter chaos in the BVCOE campus.

ICE? Useless!

ICE? Unmanageable!

ICE? Rude, irresponsible!

ICE? Dumb engineering students!

ICE? Troublesome!


Such are the lavish praises bestowed upon us year-after-year, semester-after-semester, until we get used to them.

I C E – The only department to have one huge multi-purpose laboratory, and four staff-rooms!

I C E – The only department to have survived without an HOD for more than two years!

I C E – The only department to have declared the MAJOR PROJECT GUIDES 4 days before the External Viva!

I C E – The only department to call students on March 30, 2010 through a notice put up on April 10, 2010!

I C E – The only department to cast doubts on its students’ proven calibre!

I C E – The only department to have organized ‘GENESIS’!

I C E – The only department to have an ORIGINAL song dedicated to it!

I C E – The only department to have… well… forget it!

In a nutshell, Instrumentation & Control Engineering is fabulous…. ICE @ BVCOE, unfortunately, is not so much great ๐Ÿ˜

No, I dont regret being a part of it; I just wish things could have been better.

Question – If ICE pissed me off so much, why am I still sort of patient and happy, after 4 years of continuous harassment?

Answer – Undoubtedly, ICE Batch 2K10!

I’ve been one of the few lucky ones to have had such an amazing class in college, and when I say ‘Class’, I mean the ‘Entire Class’, including even those with whom I haven’t had a chance to interact properly.

Since the day it has come into existence, ICE 2K10 has been looked upto by the ย students of other departments, and looked down upon by their respective teachers; and its not just because of the presence of 20 females in the class. The jealous looks or stern scoldings, we’ve had it all; and yet, caredย naught.

Be it Sourabh ‘Daddy’ Bajaj’s initiatives or Soumya’s tension filled way of working, DK’s infamous mood-swings or Karina’s dance moves, Rachna’s laughter or Garima’s arguments, Trevor’s pneumatics or Jayant’s robotics, Hash & Sid’s logics or Rana’s patient wait for the results, Bhatia’s absence or Varun’s gyan, Moksha’s marks or Seema’s attitude, Megha’s silence or Manisha’s glib talk, Govil’s MICA or Manish’s GATE, Rishika’s slow nature or Neha’s bindass attitude, Chayanika-Pramit’s li’l quarrels or Parul-Ritambhara-Jiby’s behenchara, Shalabh-Vavita’s dhoop-chhanv or Garg’s original projects, and many others with whom I might not have interacted much, but who’ve equally been instrumental in making our class as cool as it seems to be ๐Ÿ™‚

And how can I forget the Prac Batch P1! Pramit’s devastating experiments, Sid’s scribbling on paper, Karina’s up-to-date files, Varun’s understanding of the experiment, Shalabh’s figuring out the working, random gossip, or simply my practically performing every experiment in every lab all 4 years ๐Ÿ˜›

And the vivas we’ve given together… NO Thank You to Shalabh for screwing them up for me half the time ๐Ÿ˜

Another thing, this post will be incomplete without any mention of THE big event we all organized together.. Yup! You got it right! Its G-E-N-E-S-I-S, or Gen-Uh-Sis, as I like to call it ๐Ÿ˜›

Well now, THAT was something that made us roll up our sleeves and work as a team. Just to bring it to existence, we had to fight; and to retain the process, we had to fight; and to ‘organize’ it, we had to fight; and to talk and act sense, we had to fight; and fighting all the way, we did manage to pull it off, and decently too ๐Ÿ™‚ I think in all the 8 semesters, it is this very festival that really brought us together as a class, as a team. No ego hassles, no hierarchy issues, everyone helping everyone, just so that we could make it happen together. And, needless to say, it was an altogether different experience in its own!

So many memories to cherish and so little words…

All I can say is that I’m much more than glad to be a part of such a wonderful group of people who have made my graduation memorable ๐Ÿ™‚

Thank you ICE 2K10!

College Memoirs Part II – The campus called BVCOE

I had hoped I’d be completing this series by mid of March; and here I am, putting up only the second post. Got lost in so many things that even though I wanted to write, I couldn’t. Anyways, I hope that now I’ll be regularly posting and finish up the College Memoirs, atleast before this college life ends.

Here comes the second take: The BVCOE Campus

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College Memoirs Part I – Happy? Sad? Confused!

A few years ago, I had used these lines in a Hindi Debate :

Main akela hi chala tha, janibe manzil magar,
Log saath aate gaye, karavaan ban gaya

From August 1, 2006 till date, the journey as a student belonging to the 2010 Batch of Instrumentation and Control Engineering, Bharati Vidyapeeth’s College of Engineering, has indeed been a memorable one.

With college comes independence; Free from stringent regulations of school life, our wings expand to their fullest and we soar high. (Though BVCOE is no less than a school :P) This new phase of life was highly exciting. New faces, new campus, new atmosphere, everything was just so fresh. Each day brought with it a sense of exhiliration, until, ofcourse, we realized that we were doomed. That first day is still fresh in my memory, as if it was just yesterday.

Looking back at the three years spent here, I feel a strange sense of exhiliration, coupled with relief, and a little regret. Now I realize that time has just flown away. I had intended to make the best of these 4 years; suddenly, they’re on the verge of finishing, and here I am, waiting for that something special to happen. Its a mixed feeling. At times, I’m happy for what I’ve accomplished so far; at others, I feel I could not do justice to so many things I had planned. And most of all, I cant believe that my college life is soon going to end.

All these days I have waited for my graduation to get over, and finally it IS getting over, I’m not sure if I do want it to end. Somehow, I dont remember how I coped up when school ended. Fourteen years of life devoted to a single insitution; and fourteen entrance exams, that made the transition smooth. But somehow, I dont think it’ll be that easy this time.


I wish I had an answer.

It seems like everyday when I prove that I’m a BVP student by displaying my ID to a guard, theย  glass panes of A-Block labs shout at me, “Etch us in your brain, coz you wont be here this time the next year. We’ll miss you, and we know you will too.”

I guess I’ll pay heed to them for now; coz no matter how much confused I am, I’m going to leave them in a few months; and I want to remember this transition.

P.S. College has given me a lot more things to cherish than the ones stated above. Since it is difficult to mention everything in one post, I’ve planned to put this up in parts. This was Part I. How many parts more? I dont know. Depends on what I want to keep with me forever ๐Ÿ™‚

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