Shuddering away from moms shadow, from the warmth of those wings, I decided to take that leap, never realized that it's just not the the will but wings that matters !!!!. Realization and actions always interact after the consequences, smell of mud and a slight dizziness. Lesson learned: "just will is not enough". People around added a bit more of masala and the lesson conceived deep within was "Only wings mattered" and the urge to fly is within everyone.Some said luck mattered and wings helped, no one had a second opinion about the fact that urge to fly is within everyone and is not the aspect that makes you fly.
Up again on the tree, with the scar from the fall and permanently registered scare, flying became a distant dream. Even more, stories of fellow birds who went beyond a territory, who got into frying pans, and got eaten up, who never came back where the chart busters. Birds who bought back home food, who never flew away from the nest, who were always there around were called the Ideal ones, the winners. Being a winner is not flying away, not dreaming, it's more of flying till a map that's drawn. A route that's set cause you do not alter the system, challenge it or making disturbing changes.Lessons popped up one by one.
Wings grew and the lessons learned, burnt away the will, a bird's life that would have been spent flying for which it was born, for which it was destined to, ended up collecting grains, picking up dry sticks and doing everything else it was never created for. How many of us pick grains,Collect dry sticks and how many of us see the world. If you argue that collecting dry sticks was my destiny then there's a problem from where the journey started, might be the sperm wasn't airy enough to fly!!!!. What's your destiny !!!!!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Are we taking Risks !!!!!
Bench is a bad place to be, am not talking about the last bench in school where you could comment on the shapelessness of the history lecturer or the bench on the park that I made out with my girlfriend last weekend, with three glasses of beer inside. Yeah you guessed it, it’s the bench @ your company where you end up, when either you didn’t do well, you did it too well and finished the project, where you end up cause your brains and heart were not in sync and for all the other reasons one would attribute to reaching a dungeon.
This blog ain’t about bench and petty politics in a IT Services company, it’s about an experience that I went through listening to a conversation between two people in a coffee shop at Linking road, Mumbai, the conversation could be called an interview in our civilized, conditioned world, which we feel is the safest approach towards life. For me it was a life changing experience and for you all it’s worth listening.
Depressed and conked out, cursing certain hasty decisions I made in the last three weeks, I walked into the Coffee bean on linking road, college kids enjoying Gelato @9 per cup, expats stepping out of the last nights hangover, middle aged women with the latest gadgets and the economic times, it’s not just another coffee shop. I walked in and occupied this typical park side, couple smooching seat, facing a big mirror through which I could see guzzling traffic, beggars, street hawkers, audi’s and hand pulled rickshaws, the typical diverse Mumbai picture.
An expat, in her early forties was sitting ahead, with her back facing to me. She was flipping some A4 size papers, which looked more like a proposal, project plan or something pulled out from a lawyers draw. I ordered coffee which I would not be able to pronounce even if trained my tongue with some power yoga. The remembrance of the taste of it would bring only one expression on my face, “disappointment”. Taste of the coffee suddenly took a shape, the shape of man in his mid forties, dressed up in a pink shabby casual shirt, with a denim that would have been washed years back, his hair style resembled a honey comb and had grey and white hair juggled up, as if his brain has popped out. He smiled and occupied the seat right in front of this lady and inadvertently smiled at me, like he knew me.
The lady said hi, he shook hands with her and then the legendary conversation kicks off, I would call it legendary cause, I would not listen to someone who is presumably a common man, who could be perceived as a nerd by looks, last but not least who has eccentricity has his last name!!!!. The conversation strikes a chord with me when he says that he had “Puliogare”, in response to the question on what did he had that morning. Then in his fun filled flamboyant fashion, he explains to this expat on what Pluiogare is and how it’s made etc. (Pluiogare is a South Indian rice based dish, which is tangy.) My ears where kicked up, I eavesdropped. The lady asked him about his education to start with, he had done his Bachelors in Physics and he did it because he was confused and when people are confused in Kerala they end up doing physics( The answer would take any interviewer by surprise). The lady burst out into laughter and then he moved on explaining about the course that he done in a film institute and how he landed in Mumbai to work for some media houses as trainee, asst director etc.
The guy would repeat one sentence after every five minutes, “ Then I got annoyed, did not have anything new to do and then I quit”. The conversation had this quote at least ten times,and then I could make out, ohh it’s an interview and the lady belonged to a media house in Mumbai. The hero had worked with ad companies making adds for MDH masala, had made adds for undergarments and what not. During the conversation he actually referred to everything that he did as fun, like “ It was fun there, We had a great time”. Every experience in a company, in a project at the final phase of the conversation would end with “ I had a great time and I learned a lot, but financially couldn’t sustain it”. He actually partnered in three new ventures which had died and early death, built a website which gave technical guidance to newbie’s in the media/tech industry. The way he describes the webpage goes like this “ I had this thought of creating a forum where people could come and talk about their Ideas on technology and media and I could help them out”. He ended up the web page stint as great fun which could not sustain itself. When asked about his pet project, he spoke about a documentary on plastic surgery, which commercially failed and was critically acclaimed.
The interviewer was just a listener and was being walked through a career where passion was everything and where nothing mattered other than sheer joy of creativity. Questions on punctuality and being an organized person was laughed at, “ I made you wait for thirty minutes to see me today and that would tell you the story of how Organized am I”. The person in action belongs to a media power house and is the creative head for one of the best reality shows in Indian television. Spanning twenty years, working with at least 15 employers, and three of his own ventures this guy must be a nerd for any Civilized human being like us. But the last part of the conversation ends like this :
Lady : “ How much would you demand to join us, what’s the deal ?”
Hero: “ 75 -80 an annum, plus a 5% cut on the profit of the program and a signing in bonus of 20% of the deal”
Lady: “Done and we are happy we could have you on board.”
What’s that we chase, a paycheck , do we have a passion, will we ever over come the fear of failure, While in the wash washroom of the coffee shop, it was written on my forehead you mortal, dreamless passionless, paycheck chaser. Till you respect the passion in you, you are not respecting the god in you and greatness is godly, till you chase it you don’t get there!!!!.
This blog ain’t about bench and petty politics in a IT Services company, it’s about an experience that I went through listening to a conversation between two people in a coffee shop at Linking road, Mumbai, the conversation could be called an interview in our civilized, conditioned world, which we feel is the safest approach towards life. For me it was a life changing experience and for you all it’s worth listening.
Depressed and conked out, cursing certain hasty decisions I made in the last three weeks, I walked into the Coffee bean on linking road, college kids enjoying Gelato @9 per cup, expats stepping out of the last nights hangover, middle aged women with the latest gadgets and the economic times, it’s not just another coffee shop. I walked in and occupied this typical park side, couple smooching seat, facing a big mirror through which I could see guzzling traffic, beggars, street hawkers, audi’s and hand pulled rickshaws, the typical diverse Mumbai picture.
An expat, in her early forties was sitting ahead, with her back facing to me. She was flipping some A4 size papers, which looked more like a proposal, project plan or something pulled out from a lawyers draw. I ordered coffee which I would not be able to pronounce even if trained my tongue with some power yoga. The remembrance of the taste of it would bring only one expression on my face, “disappointment”. Taste of the coffee suddenly took a shape, the shape of man in his mid forties, dressed up in a pink shabby casual shirt, with a denim that would have been washed years back, his hair style resembled a honey comb and had grey and white hair juggled up, as if his brain has popped out. He smiled and occupied the seat right in front of this lady and inadvertently smiled at me, like he knew me.
The lady said hi, he shook hands with her and then the legendary conversation kicks off, I would call it legendary cause, I would not listen to someone who is presumably a common man, who could be perceived as a nerd by looks, last but not least who has eccentricity has his last name!!!!. The conversation strikes a chord with me when he says that he had “Puliogare”, in response to the question on what did he had that morning. Then in his fun filled flamboyant fashion, he explains to this expat on what Pluiogare is and how it’s made etc. (Pluiogare is a South Indian rice based dish, which is tangy.) My ears where kicked up, I eavesdropped. The lady asked him about his education to start with, he had done his Bachelors in Physics and he did it because he was confused and when people are confused in Kerala they end up doing physics( The answer would take any interviewer by surprise). The lady burst out into laughter and then he moved on explaining about the course that he done in a film institute and how he landed in Mumbai to work for some media houses as trainee, asst director etc.
The guy would repeat one sentence after every five minutes, “ Then I got annoyed, did not have anything new to do and then I quit”. The conversation had this quote at least ten times,and then I could make out, ohh it’s an interview and the lady belonged to a media house in Mumbai. The hero had worked with ad companies making adds for MDH masala, had made adds for undergarments and what not. During the conversation he actually referred to everything that he did as fun, like “ It was fun there, We had a great time”. Every experience in a company, in a project at the final phase of the conversation would end with “ I had a great time and I learned a lot, but financially couldn’t sustain it”. He actually partnered in three new ventures which had died and early death, built a website which gave technical guidance to newbie’s in the media/tech industry. The way he describes the webpage goes like this “ I had this thought of creating a forum where people could come and talk about their Ideas on technology and media and I could help them out”. He ended up the web page stint as great fun which could not sustain itself. When asked about his pet project, he spoke about a documentary on plastic surgery, which commercially failed and was critically acclaimed.
The interviewer was just a listener and was being walked through a career where passion was everything and where nothing mattered other than sheer joy of creativity. Questions on punctuality and being an organized person was laughed at, “ I made you wait for thirty minutes to see me today and that would tell you the story of how Organized am I”. The person in action belongs to a media power house and is the creative head for one of the best reality shows in Indian television. Spanning twenty years, working with at least 15 employers, and three of his own ventures this guy must be a nerd for any Civilized human being like us. But the last part of the conversation ends like this :
Lady : “ How much would you demand to join us, what’s the deal ?”
Hero: “ 75 -80 an annum, plus a 5% cut on the profit of the program and a signing in bonus of 20% of the deal”
Lady: “Done and we are happy we could have you on board.”
What’s that we chase, a paycheck , do we have a passion, will we ever over come the fear of failure, While in the wash washroom of the coffee shop, it was written on my forehead you mortal, dreamless passionless, paycheck chaser. Till you respect the passion in you, you are not respecting the god in you and greatness is godly, till you chase it you don’t get there!!!!.
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