The media is over joyed by the news that one Indian top IT firm has sacked some employees on grounds of "unethical behavior" and that announcement was made on the same podium as of third quarter results. It was by a board member and the head HRD on the margins of announcing results. Is that news has got equal importance that of financial results ?. Yes it needed to create a "clean boy" image.
There exists a very question.. Is it fine that the owners of the firm you work for take themselves the responsibility of your "ethical values" ? especially in a country where exceptions are nothing but the norms. I like to say this as an example of overacting or over discipline.
Yes the organization do look into the social life of its employees, but can we say a person is culprit just by sighting that a complaint has been lodged against him? This remembers me a quote my mom used to recite whenever I had an issue with ma fellas at school. " It will sound only if both the hands meet".
The organisation can very well argue that we have taken action based on the internal inquiry.. Definitely it is a double edged sword...
A "code" of conduct for employees outside the walls of an organisation....
long live ethical purification....
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Thursday, November 26, 2009
bugged !!
I list out some points and I leave it to your side to decide...
1) Now a days I prefer to be in casuals at office unless there is a "pressing demand" like client visit.
2 I bought some new books that interest me both in style and matter. But they remain untouched..
3 I was given a deadline to complete a certification after completing an expensive training. 3 weeks passed I'm not yet prepared.
4Not collected "evidences" for the annual appraisal/rating process. Not prepared the draft result form..only 2 days left.
A lazy bum that is the comment I get from my friends.
An excerpt from past
I born fat, weighing more than a normal baby. My mom had to wake me up and feed otherwise I would be sleeping all the day long, remaining with less energy for keeping metabolism up. I was lazy to cry even. There is a sofa at my home which termed as "Madiyan kattil"(Lazy cot)which is named after me. I used (now too)to lie down on the couch, bitten by the same lazy bug for the entire day. On her shuttle between the visiting room and kitchen whenever my mom saw me bolt heavily on me. Hesitatingly I move to study...
I just believe that the baby who hesitate to cry even when hungry just for sleep who slept all the day is still inside me.. I am the same the same old fat boy.. :)
Tell me friends what is the threshold to cross this indolence ?
1) Now a days I prefer to be in casuals at office unless there is a "pressing demand" like client visit.
2 I bought some new books that interest me both in style and matter. But they remain untouched..
3 I was given a deadline to complete a certification after completing an expensive training. 3 weeks passed I'm not yet prepared.
4Not collected "evidences" for the annual appraisal/rating process. Not prepared the draft result form..only 2 days left.
A lazy bum that is the comment I get from my friends.
An excerpt from past
I born fat, weighing more than a normal baby. My mom had to wake me up and feed otherwise I would be sleeping all the day long, remaining with less energy for keeping metabolism up. I was lazy to cry even. There is a sofa at my home which termed as "Madiyan kattil"(Lazy cot)which is named after me. I used (now too)to lie down on the couch, bitten by the same lazy bug for the entire day. On her shuttle between the visiting room and kitchen whenever my mom saw me bolt heavily on me. Hesitatingly I move to study...
I just believe that the baby who hesitate to cry even when hungry just for sleep who slept all the day is still inside me.. I am the same the same old fat boy.. :)
Tell me friends what is the threshold to cross this indolence ?
Saturday, May 23, 2009
A bicycle story
I like to idle the days away when I am at home. Sometimes I would sit by the side of the fulcrum of daily activities in the home - the dining table, watching the silhouette shuffling inside kitchen, hearing clinking sound of vessels and occasionally inhaling time sensitive aroma coming coming out of kitchen. Sitting over there give me a chance to participate in tiny house hold things. Or I might stroll around the premises.
On such a trail I got inside the out house . You can see many things over there waiting for a peaceful demise. The things ranges from a dilapidated kitchen sink to unused water hose. There I found my old bicycle rests in a pool of dust.
The sight of that abandoned equipment re winded the reel back to years....I got possession of a bicycle after a long wait. I remembered the day my dad came soaked in summer rain pedaling a brand new blue BSA SLR cycle.
I was standing in front of the house enjoying the rain. I always like the zest with which rain drops embraces the ground.They just fall freely taking shape of perfect spheres to cool air and mind. [ Recently one of my friend opined that it is not because of gravity all things are coming towards earth, but simply the earth sucks !!]
It is one of the virtues of villages that if somebody sees you walking in the rain without the protection of an umbrella, he or she may come running to offer you one. Sometimes you may hear an yell out from sides to share some roof. If it is about to rain then u may be offered a bicycle so that u will be safe at your destiny. An invisible care cover you there.
So on seeing my dad pedaling a bicycle pointed me only to one possibility - a rental from an acquaintance. But lately it was ruled out. He bought it for me. Once I convinced he was not kidding any more , I overwhelmed. For the first time I felt the compulsion of possessiveness. Within minutes I got attached strongly to it.
The BSA SLR of which each cog made an impression on me , the one I toyed a lot the one , the one I possessed a lot laid abandoned in front of me in a puddle of dust.
Possessiveness the very feeling that make submissive and keep attached. I succumbed and laid force less under it, leaving behind my good friends and study , waking up for a ride and sleeping for the next ride....But with how much vigor we hold our possessiveness as the time elongates?
If there is any consolation for a tragedy for something we feel possessive, is the hope that it is for the best. How much often we resort to this consolation?
Is it whimsical to abandon them in the debris of newest??
Am I became a pragmatist who peace fully throws away the possessive bondage for convenience? Yes I am Not I am not in the same time.
It is too a wish to rain again as in the same day my dad came with the surprise....
On such a trail I got inside the out house . You can see many things over there waiting for a peaceful demise. The things ranges from a dilapidated kitchen sink to unused water hose. There I found my old bicycle rests in a pool of dust.
The sight of that abandoned equipment re winded the reel back to years....I got possession of a bicycle after a long wait. I remembered the day my dad came soaked in summer rain pedaling a brand new blue BSA SLR cycle.
I was standing in front of the house enjoying the rain. I always like the zest with which rain drops embraces the ground.They just fall freely taking shape of perfect spheres to cool air and mind. [ Recently one of my friend opined that it is not because of gravity all things are coming towards earth, but simply the earth sucks !!]
It is one of the virtues of villages that if somebody sees you walking in the rain without the protection of an umbrella, he or she may come running to offer you one. Sometimes you may hear an yell out from sides to share some roof. If it is about to rain then u may be offered a bicycle so that u will be safe at your destiny. An invisible care cover you there.
So on seeing my dad pedaling a bicycle pointed me only to one possibility - a rental from an acquaintance. But lately it was ruled out. He bought it for me. Once I convinced he was not kidding any more , I overwhelmed. For the first time I felt the compulsion of possessiveness. Within minutes I got attached strongly to it.
The BSA SLR of which each cog made an impression on me , the one I toyed a lot the one , the one I possessed a lot laid abandoned in front of me in a puddle of dust.
Possessiveness the very feeling that make submissive and keep attached. I succumbed and laid force less under it, leaving behind my good friends and study , waking up for a ride and sleeping for the next ride....But with how much vigor we hold our possessiveness as the time elongates?
If there is any consolation for a tragedy for something we feel possessive, is the hope that it is for the best. How much often we resort to this consolation?
Is it whimsical to abandon them in the debris of newest??
Am I became a pragmatist who peace fully throws away the possessive bondage for convenience? Yes I am Not I am not in the same time.
It is too a wish to rain again as in the same day my dad came with the surprise....
Friday, May 15, 2009
I started walking through the side ways....
I was walking through the boulevard not looking left or right ,
I hadn't had a dream or a destiny, I just drifted off....off the road , But it was not for fun.
The road was not straight, I just remember the spots I sat for a while and
re tied my shoes. There I heard the word "aloofness", it was raining in front, just by shower, I soaked in...
Alas I found some one side stepping by side of mine..
I hadn't seen, I never opened my eyes to see who passes by..
I just taken a side .... to tie my shoe again.. I started walking through the sideways...I listen to the foot the fall..Its still there in the graveled road...
I hadn't had a dream or a destiny, I just drifted off....off the road , But it was not for fun.
The road was not straight, I just remember the spots I sat for a while and
re tied my shoes. There I heard the word "aloofness", it was raining in front, just by shower, I soaked in...
Alas I found some one side stepping by side of mine..
I hadn't seen, I never opened my eyes to see who passes by..
I just taken a side .... to tie my shoe again.. I started walking through the sideways...I listen to the foot the fall..Its still there in the graveled road...
Monday, May 11, 2009
The BloodSpots
"The mother and child has the same age...A mother is born when child is born". Before that she is a woman a wife a daughter or all together.
Staying quite far away from my home I really missed the eternal love and care. Especially on the Mothers day.
I got my first rented flat in the city I work with a lot of struggle and appeasement starting from the broker to the landlord to the local post man. (It is worthy to share that if you go for a new gas connection, the agency will post the receipt by ordinary post and you must be there in the home to receive that. No matter you have business, job or what ever. If you need a gas connection you have to wait in the flat for the affidavit to come. Other wise bribe the post man to keep it with him and collect from him at your convenience).
It happened on a Friday in last winter, a day much colder.
By that time I Have been in rhythm with my official responsibilities and personal life. I restarted reading made some plans for upgrading myself. The flat I lived was on the fourth floor which contained 6 similar units.
I headed for home later than usual on that day because of the week end routine tests and pending work load.
As I approached the building , I did see people lingering around, against normal course I have seen some women also out side. I got disturbed by the peeks and stares I received on the way.
Ignoring them I moved forward and reached the common area up in the fourth floor. To my utmost surprise I noticed two police men !!. In bewilderment I asked them "AAP log yehamm ??" they revealed me that a murder a cold blooded murder happened just a door step away from my home. I received the news with a shock. My next door neighbor slaughtered her daughter- in-law. She ended the story of a pretty bride, a wannabe mother a beautiful wife with a kitchen knife. In the pale yellow light of Sodium vapor lamp I could still see the blood stains over the floor...
On regaining my presence a reel of images flashed through my mind... Yes I had seen her in the morning fetching milk from the milk man. She would have made tea and served to her mother in law and husband..... The day I got introduced with the couple, he worked for a MNC and owned a beautiful Sedan. the exchange of smile if we came across the way.....
I never heard a news that a man or women got killed for food. They getting killed for some other reasons , some reason that is mysterious to me. Rather my wisdom is not robust to unravel it.
I cannot define the mother there.....
All these made me recite once again "!NCREDIBLE !NDIA"
Staying quite far away from my home I really missed the eternal love and care. Especially on the Mothers day.
I got my first rented flat in the city I work with a lot of struggle and appeasement starting from the broker to the landlord to the local post man. (It is worthy to share that if you go for a new gas connection, the agency will post the receipt by ordinary post and you must be there in the home to receive that. No matter you have business, job or what ever. If you need a gas connection you have to wait in the flat for the affidavit to come. Other wise bribe the post man to keep it with him and collect from him at your convenience).
It happened on a Friday in last winter, a day much colder.
By that time I Have been in rhythm with my official responsibilities and personal life. I restarted reading made some plans for upgrading myself. The flat I lived was on the fourth floor which contained 6 similar units.
I headed for home later than usual on that day because of the week end routine tests and pending work load.
As I approached the building , I did see people lingering around, against normal course I have seen some women also out side. I got disturbed by the peeks and stares I received on the way.
Ignoring them I moved forward and reached the common area up in the fourth floor. To my utmost surprise I noticed two police men !!. In bewilderment I asked them "AAP log yehamm ??" they revealed me that a murder a cold blooded murder happened just a door step away from my home. I received the news with a shock. My next door neighbor slaughtered her daughter- in-law. She ended the story of a pretty bride, a wannabe mother a beautiful wife with a kitchen knife. In the pale yellow light of Sodium vapor lamp I could still see the blood stains over the floor...
On regaining my presence a reel of images flashed through my mind... Yes I had seen her in the morning fetching milk from the milk man. She would have made tea and served to her mother in law and husband..... The day I got introduced with the couple, he worked for a MNC and owned a beautiful Sedan. the exchange of smile if we came across the way.....
I never heard a news that a man or women got killed for food. They getting killed for some other reasons , some reason that is mysterious to me. Rather my wisdom is not robust to unravel it.
I cannot define the mother there.....
All these made me recite once again "!NCREDIBLE !NDIA"
Friday, May 8, 2009
Love for potatoes in the time of down turn
You and me certainly have some preference over the food we wish to be in our plate. I hate to take potatoes. It was a never ending struggle for me to come in terms with the tenderness and sweetness of the plump mass. During my childhood I overpowered potatoes as my mother avoided potatoes in dishes she made exclusively for me. So I slept peacefully.
As part of the rat race I was replanted to an old city. I landed there in a bright hot evening. The city welcomed me with the debris of ancient fortune. Its crammed public transport, narrow lanes , "Keep distance otherwise get septic" conditioned vehicles and reckless driving habits bewildered me first but slowly I became a part of the crowd. Or sometimes I dissolved in its creeks gutters and the storming heat waves.
To my disgust I noticed omnipresence of Aloo in the city. That instantly kicked off the dormant rivalry between me and potatoes. It takes in different names and shapes and come to my plate during break fast noon meal and supper. I began to think the city as a potato city. If potatoes go for an indefinite strike, which is the course of life here! , obviously the city will starve to death. OHHH what a critical commodity!!!!
On the way I got a sweet friend who is also an ardent supporter of "anti- aloo- movement". we shared our worries on unending forms of Aloo in the city in our short term chit chats over Cornettos and even at short ride in auto rickshaw. We waged war against Aloo with increased vigor. I felt cool as I met one bird of same feather. (Twitter is not accessible from office otherwise I would have twitted the slogans we made to get ground support :))))
As usual while going through the news paper ( Even though news being pushed towards me through RSS feeds, I still like to read the head lines over a cup of tea and deep dive into it lying in my scrambled but cosy bed) I stuck up with some new equations being formed around the world. The known 'enemies' join hands to merge together. FIAT gonna gulp Chrysler, Porsche tying knots with VolksWagen. Here in India Nareh Goyal(Jet Airways) shake hands with Vijay Malliya(Kigfisher)and coming up with 'co-operative' agreements . All around existence rather excellence is the buzz word. Me too has to take that in rhythm. As I was hungry I reached the "Dabba" for my supper which was dominated by Aloo in different forms. I took a piece of Aloo and chewed it gently, the mass went peacefully down the throat.
If there is striking similarity in the "Love for potatoes in the time of down turn" with "love in the time of cholera" it is intentional not accidental
As part of the rat race I was replanted to an old city. I landed there in a bright hot evening. The city welcomed me with the debris of ancient fortune. Its crammed public transport, narrow lanes , "Keep distance otherwise get septic" conditioned vehicles and reckless driving habits bewildered me first but slowly I became a part of the crowd. Or sometimes I dissolved in its creeks gutters and the storming heat waves.
To my disgust I noticed omnipresence of Aloo in the city. That instantly kicked off the dormant rivalry between me and potatoes. It takes in different names and shapes and come to my plate during break fast noon meal and supper. I began to think the city as a potato city. If potatoes go for an indefinite strike, which is the course of life here! , obviously the city will starve to death. OHHH what a critical commodity!!!!
On the way I got a sweet friend who is also an ardent supporter of "anti- aloo- movement". we shared our worries on unending forms of Aloo in the city in our short term chit chats over Cornettos and even at short ride in auto rickshaw. We waged war against Aloo with increased vigor. I felt cool as I met one bird of same feather. (Twitter is not accessible from office otherwise I would have twitted the slogans we made to get ground support :))))
As usual while going through the news paper ( Even though news being pushed towards me through RSS feeds, I still like to read the head lines over a cup of tea and deep dive into it lying in my scrambled but cosy bed) I stuck up with some new equations being formed around the world. The known 'enemies' join hands to merge together. FIAT gonna gulp Chrysler, Porsche tying knots with VolksWagen. Here in India Nareh Goyal(Jet Airways) shake hands with Vijay Malliya(Kigfisher)and coming up with 'co-operative' agreements . All around existence rather excellence is the buzz word. Me too has to take that in rhythm. As I was hungry I reached the "Dabba" for my supper which was dominated by Aloo in different forms. I took a piece of Aloo and chewed it gently, the mass went peacefully down the throat.
If there is striking similarity in the "Love for potatoes in the time of down turn" with "love in the time of cholera" it is intentional not accidental
I begin to wite with a Parker
Gifts are inseparable things in our course of life and demarcate some definite points in the time axis. It starts with baby shower , at a time when we were not even identifying things around and end with fragrance and flowers over the coffin.
Throughout my life I received only a few gifts all counts to me.
The very first gift as I can remember was from my uncle who worked in the capital city. He gifted me with some Cadbury's chocolates [The only chocolate brand available or known at that time]. Still my taste buds has the sensation of stickiness and sweetness of that brown yummy squares. I still remember the golden inner foil and blue and white glassy wrapper.
I used to pester a shop keeper near by my school to get that candy bar once again. He assured me he will order for me and i can get it in next two days or so. But that day didnt come. In the hope of getting my favorite item I used to ran to the shop and came back to utmost despair. The shop keeper wanted to make me visit his shop every day. The very idea of business. His tactics worked on me as I satisfied with the local candies in his shop
Recently my assignment came to an end and for my great surprise my colleagues arranged a short get together in the board room. It was a surprise as we dont have the habit of telling good bye. I began to feel special as as I am the first to get such a privilege. Mr AS urged for an applause for the commendable stint of mine in the assignment. At the end I was gifted with a Parker pen. As I like to write long and lengthy it was really a great gift for me. To write with that mighty pen I bought a new book and started scribbling odds and evens codes to formulae shutting tight the windows in my own world...
Yes thats how this blog is born
Throughout my life I received only a few gifts all counts to me.
The very first gift as I can remember was from my uncle who worked in the capital city. He gifted me with some Cadbury's chocolates [The only chocolate brand available or known at that time]. Still my taste buds has the sensation of stickiness and sweetness of that brown yummy squares. I still remember the golden inner foil and blue and white glassy wrapper.
I used to pester a shop keeper near by my school to get that candy bar once again. He assured me he will order for me and i can get it in next two days or so. But that day didnt come. In the hope of getting my favorite item I used to ran to the shop and came back to utmost despair. The shop keeper wanted to make me visit his shop every day. The very idea of business. His tactics worked on me as I satisfied with the local candies in his shop
Recently my assignment came to an end and for my great surprise my colleagues arranged a short get together in the board room. It was a surprise as we dont have the habit of telling good bye. I began to feel special as as I am the first to get such a privilege. Mr AS urged for an applause for the commendable stint of mine in the assignment. At the end I was gifted with a Parker pen. As I like to write long and lengthy it was really a great gift for me. To write with that mighty pen I bought a new book and started scribbling odds and evens codes to formulae shutting tight the windows in my own world...
Yes thats how this blog is born
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