Bro TURNED KRO

Most of them know my Brother by now since I have written about him in quiet a few blogs. (Bro you owe me all the publicity you claim!!!)

He is in the USA and we communicate through mails. But I must admit, I am irregulary regular in mailing. But this time I wanted to make the first move and hog the FIRST MOVER ADVANTAGE ( Another hard core MBA Term). I was in such a hurry that I did not proof read the mail I sent. Just typed it at lightening speed and pressed SEND button as if it would vanish lest I did not. In a jiffy the MAIL WAS SENT, to relish the MOVER Advantage.

But here is the real story. My brother very sweetly replies back. His first line is like this.

Di, you have typed KRO for BRO!!!!!!!

I was so tickled in my ribs when I read that, I burst out laughing and I laughed for a solid ten mins.

I am sure my bro is going to read it.

Read the COMMENTS to knwo his take on "HI KRO ANTHE"........

Numbers Indeed I'M Possible

Scientific Name: MBA

Common Name: GOMBAZ

Well, I am sure most of my friends will vouch for the above. For the ones, who do not know what GOMBAZ means, then I am sure it is time to get the tickets into the owrld of MBA. For the rest,

WELCOME ABOARD!!!

(Before I digress further GOMBAZ means Grossly Overpaid MBA'S , no clue how True it is!!!)

Like a few of my friends in the Herd, I too aspired to get into MBA in my Engineering Days. Most of my class mates wanted to get into MS and Mtech and I was keen to get into Management side, the logic being I would have a combo of Technical and Managerial mix. (Not sure how good the mix was going to be!!!)

After my Engineering, I went ahead to persue my blend , though not sure how the Cocktail would turn out to be. ( Time had to tell that!!!)

My journey of churning into a so called GOMBAS or GOMBAZ was gruelling. The day would never seem to end at all and to add to it, each day would be the same high spirited - DIE ANOTHER DAY attitude. Initially, it would take a toil, but as days passed, we began to get into the groove of the game. Marketing and Sales was my passion, so I passed out with a MBA in Marketing. Well, would MBA really be GOMBAS, the real test was to take off.

We rejected offers in college and got into off campus. I started off at an I.T company, where I really wanted to be. Now, the scene unwinds in front.

For every MBA with a Marketing Degree, the base to start off is SALES. The very word creates pressure in any normal human's mind. But the money behind it, is what people think, camouflages the PRESSURE. But does it really do that, you got to find out from a hard core sales man or a sales woman ( Like Me!!).

Well, I also began my career in SALES. Yes SALES and I got into IT Sales. It was a place where only NUMBERS were all over the place. I first day I got into it, the scene was strange. There were a bunch of people sitting in the meeting room and a tiny man was yelling at the top of his voice stating numbers were not met. You could just pass off if not for that voice. I was so taken abalc because I had never seen anything so strange all my life. As days passed I kind of got used to it because eventually I figured that people live for a day and the numbers are to be met each day. Here is the scenario,

Target for the Quarter -> A Quarter has 3 months -> 3 months number is broken into 12 weeks -> A week's number is broken down into a day -> DAY's NUMBER SHOULD HAPPEN.

I mean, just imagine, if X is the number for the day, it is supposed to be met. IMAGINE THE PRESSURE FOR A ROOKIE.

But as days passed , the numbers started giving me a high. Presure would mount, but it would be like the TIDE - Rise and Fall, but that pattern entirely depends on how the NUMBERS are met. There are days when you feel like pulling apart your Manager's hair , of course him beacuse he asks for the Numbers.

For all those who want to make some good money and fall under the priviledged category of GOMBAS, please be up for grabs....

No idea how long the high will remain... Till it becomes low... So long...........

PREAMBLE TO THE KICK

WHISKY!!!!! The more I write, the more I want to write... Seems strange, but this very word WHISKY has a rock solid power.
One has to meet this special creature, who leaves a beautiful impact in one's life. Of course , not to mention the kick that comes along as a snacks with the drink. This creature hardly ever opens up, but when it does, the others cannot close their mouth. In short, a brilliant comic relief...

The time spent with this creature is memorable for times to come. Ever lasting memories. Short time, indeed verr brief, but indeed lady luck favored to meet. A petite creature, but very powerful.

I can just go on and on, but words just fall short to describe. There is some enighma wrapped within this creature, that YEH DIL MANAGE MORE!!!!

Whisky, I know this blog wouldn't make any sense to anyone except you, but who cares, THIS BLOG IS WRITTEN ONLY FOR YOU!!!

Whisky would like to go on but you know.......

Jad se tere touch main aaya hoon, breafast aur dinner dono missing hain!!!!!!!!

WHISKY WHISK

WHISKY or should I say WHISKEY????
This was how my conversation started with my dearest friend. A very unusual name I could think for one of my dearest friends. But that is what I call fondly.

Whisky this blog is just for you.....

I still remember how I started talking to you. The Quarter was almost coming to an end when we started talking. But, somewhere down the line I feel it was one of the most brilliant things that could happen. Generally, great friendships start at Junior School or College and continue all along, but at work place is a rarity. This Whisky is one such rarity in my place.

Don't really wanna brag, but all I want to say is, Whisky, you indeed deserve this ma pal,

Tere Sang, ek simple si coffee bhi kick deti hain, tere sang.....

P.s : No breakfast, no dinner!!!!!!

MISS U WHISKY!!!!!

CAROLINA LSLE

This is a review of a book I recently read and thought would put it up...

JUDE DEVERAUX - A new author that I accidentally happened to read. First time.

Title - CAROLINA LSLE.

This book was about two cousins who were life long pen pals. They decided to switch places. One can imagine the havoc created to switch roles, but nothing of that sort happened. These two girls, poles apart, switching roles... One a city bred lass and the other a small town rookie.

But in reality when they meet to swap roles, city bred turns out to be a reclusse and the small town turns out to be a social butterfly.

Then the journey they traverse is something I leave it toi you guys to read it.....

Purchase Order Publicity

This actually happened and when I saw it, I had to blog it.

How does a sales process work? Let me explain to the non- sales buddies of mine. Sales buddies, please excuse me.

1. Requirement arises.

2. Technical Specs are taken into consideration.

3. Customer closes the specs.

4. Price negotation.

5. P.O Sent

6. Deal closed.

Well, this is how in general a deal is closed.

This colleague of mine had closed a deal and was awaiting P.O (Purchase Order to all the brillaint ones, in case you are wondering the Acronym). He was awaiting documents from two days.

FINALLY, the merciful customer decided to send across the much awaited P.O.

Usually, work space is pretty serene. But the minute his P.O came, there was a ruckus. A true ruckus.

I was curious too. So , there I went to check what the unholy commotion was all about.

To my utter amazement, the P.O sent across had the face of the customer more clearly visible than the much essential document.

What an amazing sight that was to see... It was actually a delight to see that mail.

We had a hearty laugh after a a long time......

CAT RINGS THE BELL

The CAT finally rings the Bell... I guess a very wierd title for this blog of mine. I will not be elucidating more on this title and I leave it to you guys to decipher it.....

After a long time span, finally the bell rings ( For those Folks ---- NOT MY WEDDING BELL DEFINITELY!!!). Well what bell, if not Wedding Bell... Widen your horizon and you will know there are other important bells too in life.

The days seemed a real drab at times and nothing seemed to going the way it was supposed to be. PATIENCE IS VIRTUE, PATIENCE PAYS or whatever quote one gets to hear, isn't real digestable, at times. But, nevertheless, you realize it truly pays.

I am sure this blog may seem like it is dangling in mid - air, nevertheless I will let it dangle!!!!

HEEL O' STUCK

(BROKEN HEEL)

Almost all my friends hate this habit in me of wearing heels. My shoes, sandals, boots etc are never flat. I love wearing heels added to the fact that by all normal Indian women height, I still am considered TALL. Heels gives me that extra leverage to tower over people.

Anyways, I usually wear heels to work too. One day, I was supposed had work, so had taken leave and had go. I was running late, so was hurrying to reach the place. I managed to reach that place after a lot of difficulty and in time.

I finished my work and was hurrying back as it was getting late and it was beginning to pour too. One side of the road was dug for Namma Metro Work and it was blocked the other way. I was walking in one corner and after I walked a while it was filled with slush. No choice, I had to walk through it. I put my feet in it and walked out, only to realize that my shoe heel has got stuck in the slush and has come out!!!

Now what luck, in the middle of nowhere, one shoe has high heels, the other has no heels....I was so pleased with my plight. Just imagine, I was yet to head back home.

I have to mention this ad I had seen sometime back. This girl's heel comes out from her shoe. she pops a gum into her mouth, sits on the bench in the park and removes the other heel and chucks it into the bin and walks away!!!

Well, I did try too, but my heel didn't budge.....So the rest goes unsaid....

OCTA WONDERPUS

****KUDOS PAULO****

PAUL - Psychic - WONDERPUS aren't all these names familiar to the SOCCER FANS - FIFA World cup 2010.

An OCTOPUS - 2 eyes, 4 paris of arms but highly INTELLIGENT INVERTEBRATES. How many of us really like these creatures?? Not many right... We find them so ugly and gross. Probably the very sight of them is so repulsive that it makes one feel nauseated.

Times changes, likes and dislikes changes too. Doesn't it??? I guess the FIFA World Cup 2010 changed it all for OCTOPUS. Isn't it something so wonderful about this particular Invertebrate - PAUL?? I wonder how he does it so brilliantly and almost accurately. He sits so innocently in between the 2 tables which are covered with the particular countries flags and strategically shows his final verdict. Food placed on both tables and he rightly chooses which food to pick to make the country hungry to want more (Winning is an unquenchable hunger!!!).

He almost manages to be correct 9 out of 10 times. How does he really manage that?? A thought to ponder over actually. Whatever he does, HATS OFF to this little , young creature perched on the table top and giving his final verdict.

ARE WE ALIVE

Are We alive? - I was chatting with one of my Engineering friends sometime back and he suggested this title. So here I am honouring his words and posting a blog on the suggested title.(Delphi Dude this one is your take.)

Mechanical, Robotic, Stagnant, Boring Life - Aren't these the familiar words we hear these days from most of us. Life is so boring. It is just not happening. I am so bored. Blah , blah blah.....

It is so typical of us to go on cribbing about our not so happening life. Each day, we do it without getting bored to crib. Monotony seems to set in firmly, a firm footing in one's life with no looking back. College days were so good. Only money at times used to be a scarce resource , but we had everything else to lean back on. Look at the scenario now. We earn well today, have money, but NO TIME. True ain't it? We longing and fondly look back at our good old times and I guess we skip a beat truly.

We all come to work, five days a week, work mechanically (Excluding the Blessed Artists and the ones who do not have a desk job) and get back again. Is this what we all really want to do?? Is this how it is going to be in future too??

We have actually stopped living. We are mechanical maniacs now and with advanced technology we are breathing and living. But are we actually ALIVE??

Where are the times when we actually sit down, mind you PEACEFULLY with our family & friends and laugh our heart out. Or may be sit down and do something that we are all wanting to from ages. Or may be learn something new that we have always set our eyes on.

But, No, we do not really do anything of that sort. We are all so charged up in this human race to jump along that we have stopped living. Have we ever given a thought on our ART OF LIVING!!

The way we lead or lifes and the way we want to lead are two different things, the sooner one comprehends, the faster the move becomes.

A life with money and nothing else is as good as a cake without icing and cherry, which no doubt is good, but is it good enough??? We are breathing, but does it suffice???

THINK ABOUT IT. A serious thought needs to be given to it - ARE WE ALIVE???