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My journey in I.B.M…
My journey in I.B.M…
“All content on this blog is my personal thinking, thought might be prejudiced, fictitious, sarcastic, inferred, need your rational thinking to filter out good, and most importantly are not meant to hurt anybody in any way possible.”
Chapter 1: My Interview- the smallest interview ever.
It was
The name IBM was ringing in my head so I raised hand to go first when it came to go for interview. I took left door that was the only time when left was right to take, where Vivek was sitting with consultancy representative. The interview started Vivek asked me “How do you trouble shoot if sound is not coming”. I answered “I will check if I have speakers or not”. I think he wanted to know about my knowledge on drivers, but for a guy like me computer was an entertainment box which we use for playing movies, listening to music and playing games. Who will break head to know what is running inside? Technically I must have done bad, but worse was the salary part.
The question “How much do you expect?”
The answer “Anything you give me, I get into IBM that’s more than enough.”
The question “Will you work for 2 thousand?”
I can’t tell you what happened next because salary matters are pretty sensitive especially in CSC but it shocked me.
I didn’t know how the interview was but my consultancy fellow came to me while going out saying that I was selected, to confirm he will give me a call later. That it …!!!!
When I got a call from him I felt like somebody had given me hall ticket to watch the show and a big one “IBM”.
I am grateful to Vivek for selection.
Chapter 2: My Training – The honeymoon period but in a small room and under strict rules.
I reached late on very first day, it took some time in parking and all, but Vivek needed no excuses, so it was scary feeling when I faced him, he entered something in excel sheet and warned me not to be late, then after I was the first one to enter the meeting room and last one to get out of it, in training.
I was a dumb fellow (still I am) from Mechanical background, for me IT was
And the answer blew my mind “It is simply a system yar …”, then why the hell we call it server, I said in my head.
My next event was a mail which I wrote to Vivek, within 3 days of joining, stating I would be interested to give presentation about BCG, ITCS300 etc for new batch, instead of it I was told to present on lotus notes. Trust me to present it in front of Lokesh (who fires form eyes) it was like not only to understand rocket science but to make one and show it to Abdul Kalm itself. Somehow my confidence of all awards I had won in debate and presentation till date made me stand there and paid off when Vivek announced me as upcoming trainer in next team meeting. But it took me CCNA, MCP. 20 IBM certificates done, and 20 months to become one. I knew nobody in team but everybody knew me, and some used to crack joke about me “This is the fellow who wants to become trainer in 3 days”, after that event.
The training was over in 10 days or so, I still can feel the smell of training in meeting room 10 and Lokesh roaring in there. Once he took us for call listening, I took 18 calls after listening. I was too curious soul..!!! The most foolish and maximum questions ever asked to Lokesh would be by me.
My sincere thanks to Lokesh for being such a great trainer to bear me.
Chapter 3: Level 1 CSC engineer- A curious soul jumping around.
Finally I hit the floor, I sat on a system may be the slowest system I had ever seen and under the direct hit of AC, I never missed my native, it was the same cold here. From starting I was on the hit list of Shiveta Raina the quality then and supervisors, Sweta of course for my mistakes specially my way of talking “The accent” and “casual” (Users are not your friends!!! Her words) , and SCIM I would never get it right, I planned to transfer the call but user would say its resolved , and I would close without change in “How to” instead of “Service”. I feared her more than death. If I saw her getting up from her seat I had to be prepared for 2-3 sentences in defense, often by the time she reached my seat, issue would be resolved and she would say “Prakash’s magic” but I would say god was listening to my prayers what I did during her arrival. Supervisors had only one issue with me, they would shout “Prakash how may time I say, don’t hold”, and I wanted to learn everything on the call challenging myself to solve that.
My hit list was all the supervisors for ticketing and all, all cds engineers for transferring call, Manjula for all process, Srinidi the poor neighbor, all were helping souls. Manjula would say why you don’t read your mail box it is all red, I thought in head if I waste time in reading it, Ranjith will take more calls, so no opening mail box. Ranjith my friend and rival in call taking, we skipped breaks, took only 15 minutes for lunch just to top the chart and got appreciated too…. “Oh !! What a wonderful time …!!”.
An event was, I sent one mail to leads with idea for asa reduction, and was noticed, it took me far. I went for CSAT in CSC-B, a dream of a L1 engineer- very special people were transferred to CSC-B felt lucky to be one among them. But felt blessed when somebody noticed and told me that I am in the heaven surrounded by angels, O really!!!. I was literally surrounded by girls, Shylaja, Harini, Hema , Deepika in front of me, Lakshmi to the right , Sonika to the left, Rachna , Ten, and Sweta just behind me, I may be missing any names but …ya they were really angels , they will get you out of any issue. Sweta Sneha sametime spoc, Ten spoc for everything, Rachna lovely lady never say no to any calls just one word transfer without worrying about the issue. Any TL’s name Sonika is there, but my first point of contact Lacchu (Lakshmi) for all issues. Once I transferred call form Madhavi Masna (old guys know her, if I remember her correct) to Harini when she was firing on me, Harini saved me.
I am indebted to all the angels of CSC who helped me, who took my calls, and to the technical gods, and supervisor who where there to pacify my inquisitive soul.
Rebiha & Vijay my oldest neighbors and great friends I can’t forget the fun we had in the first bay, thanks for all that.
Chapter 4: CSAT “A record making”
Few months on the floor jumping around and pushing thing to limit, I was told to get into CSAT a drive to get customer feed back and standardize team. I saw hard work being appreciated, and jumped in right away. Initial days calling somebody and disturbing them and cajoling them to participate in survey was a real challenging job, with lots of weird experiences like girls saying “Who gave you my no? / I m his wife we are in holiday anything urgent” later it was kind a computer game where if your car crashes you get another one to start all over again.
We had five members in the team and I being default topper in calling and highest was 175 calls a day. A member Mr. A was after my record and one day he geared up to break it, which I didn’t know because he was in CSC- A and I was in CSC-B, during lunch hour one of my friend and well wisher informed me about it, which I couldn’t digest and sat on for making another record. I made 215 calls highest ever and he landed upon 190 or so and was pretty happy until he came to know about my new record. It was quite fun that day but next day we both suffered from throat pain.
Thanks to Babu &Ajit for being so motivating.
Chapter 5: Level 1.5 -The remote support- A real learning time.
I was dying to become one, after I got I started digging in all the issues, troubleshooting, collected patches for so many thing, TAP, wiki , global campus became regular sites to visit. People used ask me what I would do in the issue while transferring call, I didn’t want to disappoint them saying “I don’t know” , but I really didn’t know what I was going to do, I knew that I would do something that would solve issue that’s it. I became kind of client location call SPOC, if somebody got client location call they would hunt for me, trust me I hated client location call more then you did.
Two interesting calls I remember one positive and one negative, one fellow escalated for me to my manger in lotus notes issue, the bloody LN 8design was not getting updated trying any hard, and he had 10 gb archive, any mishap with it would have cost my job as well as his, on the top of it he was a big pain in a**, would never be on system when you take control and do some R&D when you are not working on his system. Somehow I fixed the issue next day under a huge pressure from MGMT for answer. He blamed me for being not supportive, technically unsound and helpdesk a just not helping desk. The point of being not supportive hit my ego, I had supported after office hours, Orkut , net-meeting etc, if somebody requested politely ( you please don’t do that!!), how could he say so. I wrote big mail to him and explaining the points to MGMT, a real nice piece of writing, which tagged me as angry, stubborn, childish fellow but I felt relieved doing so.
Next call was from a direct reporte of Anwar, they were not letting him go until he gives the database commands to successor, he was in boiling situation, his ticket fell into loop , csc –desk side- DNARCHADM- csc- desk side- DNAR..…He escalated in mail and I got the call, checked it, it was nobody’s mistake desk side didn’t know about databases, DNARCHADM.. did not action because it was local database. I took control and solved the issue, thanks to “Project Automation” (hard work never goes waste), he appreciated me well for that, and it was real nice feeling to be able to help some body who many couldn’t.
Chapter 6: Project Automation: the absolute fiasco
It was my early days when the feeling of being appreciated lifted me to 7th heaven; I had just been informed that we need to have a database for quality team and need some developer for it. Wow what an opportunity; I went to my all software mates and made one document to go about it, when I presented , was again appreciate for initiation but it was kind a swimming class where I needed to cross English Channel without any practical experience. I presented the first model for the database but not the one could be a database. My story ended there I couldn’t move further and the opportunity was given to others. This was the first taste of failure so was a bitter one and I couldn’t handle it and lost a good chunk of confidence.
Chapter 7: Fun@Work : Memories to cherish forever
When I presented my idea for fun@work, I was just proposing an idea I never thought I would one day conduct it and it will become part of me. Anyway my idea got selected and I got a comp off in reward, which I wouldn’t have used though. When I was told to take up fun@work I think it was to test some of my skills, but for me it was a great chance to prove myself after debacle of “Project Automation” which had taken its toll in terms of confidence.
The start was really a lukewarm one, the first fun@work I prepared a little and went in, I thought its easy, when I saw Shetij there I was half dead, how to make people laugh playing quiz!!!! and on the top of it Shetij gave a good hand firing me with acrid sarcastic remarks, it was no success. But I had to prove myself so I collected my enthusiasm again and tried with “Collage Competition” it was a success. Which boosted me up and I planned for out door activity “Badminton Championship”, I prepared mail and put some photos of fun@work. I didn’t know that few photos could sum up to 40 mb, as I send the mail, it capped many people’s mail boxes, and people still curse me for that.
And tournament went “flop show” only two people turned on at the venue.
Things picked up and we conducted “Ethnic Day” the day to remember, it would definitely be one of the golden days in CSC history, in three days guys made CSC like a heaven and workplace a worship place and guys and girls were no less then gods and goddess that day, every face was having million dollar smile, every heart was filled with life and spark, and all self financed. Everybody participated in voting for awards and to make it huge. The awards I still remember … the
Kings Station (Best workplace)
Dazzling Diva (Most beautifully dressed lady)
Dashing Hunk (Most nicely dressed gentleman)
Sizzling entry (guy/girl less than 3 month)
Funky Chunky ( you imagine)
Sparkle of the event
It was a huge success, I felt like all failures were washed then.
Fun continued Friday became the celebration day, when you learn to laugh, all faces are smiling around you, there was no pain, people waited for Friday it was proud feeling that I was part of it, it was a epitome of utopia.
One touching incident is, when I didn’t have enough money to conduct fun@work that was “Fun with food”, all the people volunteered and we brought so many things that we couldn’t finish.
Some crazy moment like Syed’s Arabic dance like Mallika, Divya and Amiyos fight …Nisha’s Singing… Shaheen’s shouting ..Rahul & Roy moderator… Rumi’s and Pavan’s Dance ..Debasmta’s laugh…. many more. And Srini ..my successor and a good one…
I bow my head before all you people who added all those beautiful moment in my life.
Chapter 8: The trainer- A dream come true!!
I had done CCNA, MCP, 20 + Global certifications, and it had been more than 18 months, and conducting fun@work for nearly a year I was same, taking calls. But one day I was told to present on a new topic. Shashi and I were testing Shinoj’s tool TSD, after our ideas of TSD got rejected (though people liked it and used), I thought to present that tool itself. I presented the tool, Shinoj described technical nuances, was an ok presentation. But Shitij and Manjula drilled me on that (thanks I learned lot by that), I regretted on our release of TSD, I missed lotus notes a lot that time, it wouldn’t have put me in such hard. After that I was told to give another presentation on networking preparing in 10 minutes, which I did , again ok, don’t know how they thought of it, but well I was told to train process on the floor.
After a month or so I was told to take an assignment ABB training, for CTS engineers. Topics were soft skills, ayudame and usual cds stuff, everything was ok but “Soft Skills..???”. I had only two days to prepare for that. Thanks to all my trainers/ teachers before IBM, who gave me soft skills training, and Global campus, which helped me to execute the training smoothly. And the day came when the mail was finally rolled out for my becoming a trainer.
I have many good events but some are great in training, like my surprise birthday celebration, thanks to batch 48 & 49 for such a moment to cherish, farewell trip for both the batches to Devrayan Durga, and the token of remembrance I-pod, it’s always with me and it’s a big pain killer.
Batch -50 the biggest batch with Sumathi & Maris form MITS, what a crazy one. Latest batch Adarsh and his questions, I remembered my early days, and
The Thursday nights, The interview, the linux, the half boiled egg at dhaba, the gym, the photo session, the party, the systems … a lot more .. Muttu, Ranji, Atanu, Lok, Kavitha, …..new rulers of Manyta MK, Naveen.
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Chapter 8: The hospital (personal corner): A slaughter house for human
It was big light over my head, I was laying on the operation table, stark necked after my complete body hair removal ceremony by a third party even from the dark recess of my body (the most awkward thing I ever got done; I feel shy doing that myself) and ablution. The masked women around me were staring at me like vultures, I asked in head don’t we have any man doctors in here. One big fat lady started introducing, this is Ms. xyz and team , and one by one all names, I again said in head idiots remove your masks than introduce, even that wouldn’t have helped but incase my mind could remember. Then she started asking tick questions,
Ever operated ? no
Any major disease ? no
Diabetic ? no … so and so many questions at last she asked.
Ovary…? I innocently said no ..and everybody giggled I felt more comfortable dying of pain than being an object of operation theater jokes.
I don’t know how things went there but I was alive next day, and was happy that Lokesh & Kavitha came personally there and cracked MGMT jokes (they are particular about BCG so no racial jokes) to make me laugh, which could have made my intestines come on the bed if I wouldn’t have pressed my tummy and stitches by my hand. But finally many friends called me form CSC felt great about it, when my family was not there they were there.
Things I couldn’t do or half done…..
Introduction of V&A and soft skills and typing training.
Introduction of welcome trip with key people and just senior batch in csc for new joinees.
Knowledge Café on weekends.
Fun@Work next level
And many more…….
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Things I liked in fact loved in CSC- *All intrinsic- gives you real happiness*
The people-
All the beautiful minds and lovely hearts of csc. They are there when you need them. Sometimes they go wild especially the powerful ones but that’s their job.
The freedom-
Freedom for searching in Google, experimenting on systems (workgroup concept).
We had common repository, many servers, made out of systems, for Ex. The boka-boki server.
The Work- It is always a happy feeling if you help somebody, one should be grateful if he gets to help as many people he wants and get paid for it, and thanks to Shinoj for developing the tool where you can see which beauty is going to say thank you at the end of the call.
The learning- Third value- “Trust & personal responsibility in all relationship” have given enough opportunities to the employee; even contractors have access to the priceless information or knowledge. Global campus, wiki, TAP, get-abstract, Red books, cattail, books 24/7, and many more …what else you need to learn. Trainers and some intellects are there to discuss with you.
The growth- I was a dumb fellow that took too long nearly 20 month to become trainer, but there are ample opportunities for young mind to grab, according to new IJP release I see you can become L 1.5 in 6 months, Quality in 6 months, Trainer & Supervisors in 1 year, TL I think you can join without any experience, that was not mentioned there, jokes apart you have chances too. You can walk on the road like a king and say “Hay get out of my way I am the supervisor / trainer / TL in IBM, or call your dad for the same. But don’t ever utter any word about your salary otherwise beggars my put some coins in your pocket..ha ha .” Seriously what else you need form a job then such a great learning and rapid growth. But you have to be person with intrinsic motivation.
Things I like a little less in CSC– *All extrinsic- is a bad motivation don’t have it *
The money- It is below than government’s minimum wage standard. You have to depend on your parents at the age you should be supporting them. Your parents will doubt on you whether you are taking drugs or boozing around with your money of I.B.M.
The systems- I was training external people (ABB) with R-50 TP, was telling we support wireless with the think vantage but I can’t show it on my TP. We support louts notes 8 but if I install it, I can’t work on my system its 512 mb and got while we were digging in Haddapa and Mohanjodaro for our ancient civilization. I have heard csc system will be replaced by 3 gb systems, and all new tps, may be positive step indeed.
Some policies- Like leave, I regret for not taking all leaves in first year. If you have to go out with your parents who have come all the way from Kolkatta or
I owe my Job to Vivek.
I owe my growth to leads- Babu, Ajit, Manjula, Vasant, Shylaja & Shetij.
I owe my CCNA to Asif & Harini.
I owe my MCP to Lakshmi.
I owe my technical skills all my friends like- Raj, Shadab, Ranjan, Vijay Munis and Shandilya, Srini, Srinidhi, Partho, Ranjit , Atanu, Bhavya, Ten, Rachna, Sweta , Shinoj, Shashi, Sanju ….many more ….
I owe my process learning to all Supervisors (Suman, Suddi, Psat, Chandru, Raj, Hemant, Renjith.. ) And quality (Shiveta Raina, Rebbi, Pramila, Prabhakar, Shadab, Bhvya, Joby, Vijith) .
I owe I don’t know what but something greater of all to my fiends who where there in my hard time Kavitha, Lokesh, Sonika, Mrutyun, Sathish, Atanu, Ranjith…..
Last but not the least ..I owe my around 25 IBM certificates & learning to Global Campus…and my trainees.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
“Vodka >= God”
My experiment with liquor.
Before going to north I decided to prepare for his marriage and the upcoming critical analysis of my looks, clothes, behavior and interpersonal skills form all: my mom, granny, relatives, friends and all loved ones. I was really scared of the fact that job had taken away lot of my flash, and everybody will expect gift, specially my two sisters (cousin) who had already ordered one dress each and by default sari will be in the list of all my aunts.
First I met with my uncle who lives in Gurgaon shared emotions collected from last two years with everybody, at first kids didn’t recognize me but after 4-5 hours I was donkey and they were riding on me, seeing the laugher of kids and the love I firmly believed in institution of marriage and even planned for at least one daughter in my family. Suddenly I remembered that I came there for alcohol but hooked with ice creams, chocolates and kids, then the Sunday came and Mayank came to pick me up. I saw him he looked different like a grown up man with wide shoulders black goggles instead of thick glass and was looking dashing; I first thought is it the alcohol or he got somebody special. Anyway he took me to his room: I felt relaxed because it was A/C; I opened fridge to have water but I got lost in bottles of different brands of alcohol but couldn’t find water bottle, now I was confirmed that the secret of glow on his face was this fridge.
We returned his residence and had dinner, by the time the divine effect of alchemy of Jaljeera was gone. Suddenly “Mr. A.” friend of his dropped in with his girl friend both drunk, I got to know this by seeing only the millimeters of distance between them and guys playful hand on girl’s open waist: moreover the English the guy was speaking and girl’s gestures to suppress the effect and show sober confirmed me. They asked for drink again but fortunately we had nothing in fridge: We emptied it in the day and there left some beer bottles, which they opened and offered me. I reminded the taste once I had it so denied politely. Now they offered to show us night life of Gurgaon, means dance clubs promising free entry. Mayank said “You both go man! They wont let us enter, you know about couple entry and I am not yet gay with pc (my nick name)”, and we laughed. He said he knows the owner well and goes every week he will get us enter.
They picked the beer bottle and we stepped in the lift. We all went to rest room there they opened the bottle everybody drank and insisted on me saying you can’t enjoy without it. I said I enjoy dancing so would not be big deal and avoided cow pee.
I saw my hand that was written LC means last chance, I thought what an irony this is my first chance in any disco and the disco itself is last chance.
Mayank was making drinks and everybody was chatting loud and louder with every drink, the English was coming form my mouth with the speed of 125 wpm may be 150 as I guess highest frequency I ever had. There I explored heart of all there people and at heart all are good people, and by the time we finished drink it was already 3 am in the morning. We started back to LC, on the way “Mr. A” felt hungry, we stopped at some “Dhaba” where all had “Paranthas” and tee and then headed towards LC, and he showed me call girls too on way.
He said “no discussion, you won’t dance with her means you wont” and went in.
I sat down there and started thinking about my Vodka love (I named it because after having vodka I could approach her):
We started driving back to home around 5 am the sun was about to explode and eat up the dark. Badly drunk, exhausted we were running fast under the mercy of Mr A driving. Suddenly he stopped the car, what I saw I couldn’t believe; I rubbed my eyes and came out…….
PC Bhatt….
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
“The first bouquet of my life”
“The first bouquet of my life”
“A small piece of my writing; very special and close to my heart” I was looking for it in to my diary. Turning very few pages I came across a flower, a rusty one, looking carefully it seemed to be a rose. Now it was rusty black, dried colorless emotionless, I started thinking: It must have been a red one or may be a yellow; String of thought were appearing in my mind, flipping some more pages I got another one and then another. Now I remember clearly; those were once in a bouquet of flower. My mind furtively went in to memories to the “The first bouquet of my life”.
I was on my black Apache in the cold and dark night, on the roads of Mysor, my destination was
Finally I reached the
I reached the shop but stopped at once, thinking in head “What to ask for?” This was the first time I was at flower shop, this was my genuine thinking that flower bouquet or kind of shops are opened only for riches, and the thought was making me nervous. But as my old trick I started observing people the real customers of the flower boy: People in flashy clothes coming out of big cars, asking for big bouquet (which means a Doka of all leaves and flowers).
Doka: A basket made of bamboo sticks used to carry grass for cattle in Uttranchal.
Finally I decided to ask one for my self, the boy showed me many different ready made bouquets in different range. I didn’t like either of them. Because I wanted to make a special one and the one that could fit into my small bag too. I choose two white, two yellow, two red roses, so that it could be complete basket of purity, friendship, and love. And that cost me only seventy five rupees (If I knew it costs only 75 Rs to get one bouquet, I would have given to many people; But the silly prejudice!!!!!). It took him nearly 15 minutes to make my jumbo pack of love, togetherness and friendship. I put it into my tiny bag and flee to my destination, hotel “xyz…”
Hotel “xyz…something”; obviously I don’t remember the name. Who can man!! When your mind is totally lost in her thoughts and heart never comes down below 100 beats. But it is near by famous art gallery where I saw picture of “Almora” my schooling place by some artist. But what grabbed my eyeballs was Buddha on canvas with title “Buddha’s Temptation”. Buddha sitting in meditation pose surrounded by 4-5 women with real 36, 24, 36 figure, may be 38, 24, 38, some necked and some half necked tempting him , one was nearest him with a white transparent piece of clothe, her nipple touching his chest, abut to eat him having libido in her eyes.
Gosh!! How could Buddha control man!
What a great imagination by artist must have been inspired by Kamasutra.
I reached hotel by nearly
I got up early hurriedly picked by bike and reached to “Infosys Mysore”, where she was. I called her and asked to break out of the boundaries of Infosys, which was the only distance in between us. And here she comes: like a yellow feathered angle. She was looking drop dead gorgeous in that yellow dress. Not wasting time in complimenting her, with a simple hello I paved way to the pillion seat. I took her to the near by temple, middle of nowhere and woods all around, the most peaceful place on earth, however it looked me the most romantic place on earth too.
I gave her bouquet with all the wishes I remembered. She sprung on her tiny toes and kissed me on my right cheek with a thankful smile, I kissed her back on her forehead giving all the blessings. We sat on second step of temple and I opened my bag again to get her chocolate. I peeled the chocolate and offered her; she started nibbling the chocolate deliciously savoring it to deep. I was looking at her “her big beautifully calm eyes, her twice pierced ears, shining stones on them, her childlike excitement covered with serenity.”
I put my right arm around her for intimacy and to steal her form the world, but suddenly somebody rings the bell.
Oh hell man!! It is my alarm.
The dream was gone like a water bubble.
I woke up took bath, meantime the room service came asking me if I would like to have something. I ordered nothing but complained about TV not working, though I was least bothered about it. I brought a glassful of water and kept nearby door, as my mom says its “Shubh” (good omen), I am not superstitious but; you have to be a little in case of heart.
I put on all my gears, “Red tape shoes, Parx black trousers, Numero Uno white shirt, a jacket don’t remember the company but a costly one, 100$ watch gifted by brother, belt again gifted, frameless specks (its must, because it makes you look sophisticated and erudite), a mobile touch screen, (somebody tell J’Lo “Love cost a thing” not a, a lot many thing, seriously its not poor man’s sport). I was ready to go on the mission. I picked up bag, helmet and bike keys and stepped out starring glassful of water. (A good omen created by my own: I stare it as if saying “If anything goes wrong you will be responsible”).
As I started bike somebody splashed water to clean the floor, I reassured myself it being good sigh/omen while starting for any work. My bike was showing 80, 90 sometime 100 km per hour, and I reached the Infosys Mysore sooner than I expected. It was around
Very soon it started coming the convoy of the Infosys buses filled with girls, (who says that India has less number of girls, should come here and see, Infosys has collected beauty of India in one place, all angelic beauties, elated and delighted with I don’t know what but all awesomely gorgeous. Now I firmly believe that Infosys HR team is the best all over the world.)
I was looking for my angel, in the herd of all beauties. Seriously telling it is the most difficult task, especially for a shy guy like me; On the top of it all eyes were on me, all guards staring me eyes wide open as if saying “You bugger!! Don’t dare look at Infosys property.” And all girls glancing me as if saying “Pick me !! pick me!!” (This is my optimistic interpretation of the eye language shared with girls, being only boy well dressed there).
Bus by bus, girls by girls went into that black hole but I did not find her. (Who say that they can smell their girl form miles are biggest liars on earth, I tell you 90% of the girls use similar smelling perfumes or shampoos).
It was high time now. I had to make decision, (with nerve down) somehow get into the black hole or go back home. I said in head (I didn’t rode 300 km bike to go back home baby!!)
I collected the courage and went to a guard, and started in a bit sophisticated way “Excuse me!! I want to meet “ABCXYZ” (I can’t reveal her name here if you want to know call me 9916364183). Can you please let me in for some time?”
“Show me you ID card”, “tell me her hostel details” “her extension and mobile number” he started with all the sentences he had mugged up till date.
I stopped him saying “sir I don’t have all that but I have…..”
He interrupted and said “go to the Sab”
“Sab/Sahab” was a usual guard with idiotic arrogance of being superior there. I asked him “ Sir I have her details, her college details, her birth day, her mobile number (which doesn’t work), her joining date (I forget my joining date but clearly new hers, love makes your memory sharp but only for the girls data)…and I need to wish her birth day today!! Any how!!”
Making pity face, bagging for just 5 minutes visit didn’t work either. On the contrary he started screwing me back. Asking “Who are you? Where are you from? What is the relationship in between you and her? (Man! If you let me make, then only there can exist any relationship I said in head), and similar questions.
I answered few of and came back on track “Sir, Please let me in for only 5 minutes.” As I expected he did not allow me. Thank god bomb blast was not so common thing in Inida that time otherwise he would have scrutinized me and checked my bag too.
Now the futile struggle episode was over: I was stranded with a bag with “The first bouquet of my life” and no hope to barge through the wall and a starving stomach.
I went in search of food on my bike, found a Dhaba at the construction site near-by. I had stomach full of rice, sabji, dal , only in 10 Rupees.: This is real
After I had my rich lunch, I kicked my bike, with no destination in mind but working on a plan: How to break into that shell of Infosys. I took my bike off road in sandy road parked it somewhere, sat on a mound; I started watching every passers-by, starring sun, glaring horizon and studying every living being around, like ants insects, birds, human beings, and even buses, asking myself “What is their destination?” (First time I explored my potential to become a philosopher).
After sometime I picked up bike and went to get lost into woods. There I found the temple; the same temple which I saw in my dream, big, beautiful clean. I parked my bike, took off my shoes, went in and sat on the floor. I sat there for some time, mean time the priest came and gave me prasadam. I donated 10Rs in the charity box making sure he is seeing me, so that he shouldn’t have any problem if I take shelter there.
Looking around the place I found that Infosys boundary wall was not very far; but the wall seemed to be around 10 fit tall, on the top of it netted nailed wire was guarding it may be current on it too. (God! is it any corporate building or a jail).
I first tried meditation, it didn’t work: I wonder how you can be thoughtless. Then I started looking for a book I could go through to kill the time, but for my surprise all the books I could see in self were in Kannada (I could only read omega in that language), searching whole lot of books finally my eyes captured a book in English.
“Bhagavath Githa” (reaching south India Gita becomes Githa as here there is no “t” only “th” like sitha, githa, prashanth) by some swami xyznand which I don’t remember now: My only motto was to pass my time and negative emotions, so I picked the Githa and started turning pages: First time I saw Gita this thin so my instinct “read least and pass” motivated me to read it too.
Initially I was looking for the verses I knew like “Karmanewa dhikaraste, Yada yada hi dharmasya” but it was quite disappointing to know that the verses are somewhere in middle of the book. Till the day for me Githa was a book of poems but as I hooked into book I became more religious, more spiritual and more devoted. In fact when I read:
Shri Bhagavanowach:
“Parth, hato wa prapyasi swargam, jetwa wa bhogyasi mahim,
Tasmadutistha kontey, yudhaya krit nishchaya”
I herd in my head Lord
“Prakash, Caught o wa prapyasi jailam, got through wa prapyasi ABCXYZim,
tasmadutitha nandiy jump walam krit prayasam.’
After dipping deep into Gita I reached my favorite one:
KarmanyewaDhikarate Ma Falesu Kadachana,
Ma Karmfal heturbhu ma te sangotsa karmani”
“Doing is in your hand, not the result: So why you think of the domain which is not even in your right, you have no changing there, so if you want to change something, change the course of your action.”
Wow! What a great saying; I thought I have got “Gyan”, felt that it was the day fixed to elevate myself, what a great feeling being Godhead or near by it.
After I finished book, I kicked my bike, it was same as earlier so I confirmed myself being human being not godhead, and controlled my hand on accelerator to be on earth not to be literally lifted.
I reached hotel, a bit hungry with same bag but with “Gyan”. I had my dinner and reminded verse myself
“ Karmanyewa ….”
I picked up my mobile and called Infosys Mysor numbers, all I had collected form internet. From one to another extensions I reached very close to the Girl Hostel but the receptionist did not let me talk to her saying there are many girls by the same name: I felt like saying “You bloody! But all the girls would not be born today and celebrating birth day” but I concede. (I am sure had it been a boy he would have transferred the call but girls: they hit you when you are soft). By the time my mind had done all the permutation and combination and brought Arun’s name before my eyes. I call up Arun (intimate friend of mine) “Arun I want her working number, right now” , not talking much we hung up.
After an hour or so my cell started ringing again, it was Arun and he gave me two numbers, stating at least one should be working. (I still don’t now how he collected the numbers, how much trouble he took for it).
Finally with thumping heart around
She said “I don’t meet strangers!!”
(The sentence looks so simple here but that ripped my heart away bleeding into pieces)
At first I though of eating chocolates but seeing the price tag and heart conditions I couldn’t. Then I threw “The first bouquet of my life” into dustbin, and tried to catch some sleep. Later on I thought why to punish innocent flowers for somebody’s heartless rudeness. I picked them up gently put them into the same water glass, filled to make good luck sign in the morning, and went to sleep. They were alive when I put them into my bag to go back to
When I reached
I went in and put flower of “The first bouquet of my life” into my diary; tore of the beautiful packing of Mr. Ronan ketings collation and put it into my laptop and the fellow started singing “I'm no Superman But I'll love you the best I can” but my mind wasn’t there it went to the verse of Gita the words started flashing before my eyes.
“ye yatha ma prapadhante tastathev bhajamyaham,
mam vatmarnuvartante manushya parth sarvasha.”
“By whichever path the people reach me I welcome them because all path form every side which men take are mine”
I don’t know what is the destiny of a flower, or what purpose it serve but if the flower needs to be seen, touched, smelt, remembered, I gave them their destiny with unforgettable journey on the road and in the heart. “These flowers will be the testimony of “The first bouquet of my life” in my diary and my heart forever”.
PC Bhatt..