Friend,
I heard this inside the lift as I was going up today.
"Sameer was asked to leave."
"So was Anand"
"The pic is very bleak"
"Who knows, you might not meet me here tomorrow"
"Good luck, Tarun"
Will they meet each other next day at work? I hope they do.
This is from today's ET
Co getting new contracts: Murty
NEW DELHI: Even as a few customers have left in the wake of the financial fraud committed by its erstwhile promoter, Satyam Computer on Wednesday said it is continuously getting new software services orders and existing clients have showed faith in the company. “A significant majority of our clients have indicated their support for Satyam and are staying with us. Orders continue to come in, and the organisation is (making) efforts to grow new businesses,” Satyam Computer CEO A S Murty said.
Let Satyam live on, and let the employees be the new owners.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
A nuke deal reminder
US to get $20-b nuke deals
The government has promised business worth Rs 100,000 crore ($20 billion) to US companies for supply of nuclear equipment, as it looks to return the favour to Washington for pushing a civilian nuclear deal that ended decades of international nuclear apartheid against India last year, senior central government functionaries and officials closely involved with the process said.
The government has promised business worth Rs 100,000 crore ($20 billion) to US companies for supply of nuclear equipment, as it looks to return the favour to Washington for pushing a civilian nuclear deal that ended decades of international nuclear apartheid against India last year, senior central government functionaries and officials closely involved with the process said.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
'It's not me!!!!' ... 'Of course it's me!'
We had a hilarious incident at work today. My boss mistook himself as somebody else!
It all started around 11 am when we heard him talking to somebody loudly on the phone, arguing with someone. It was over a photo that he had pasted on his insurance form.
He charged at the voice on the phone saying that he'll sue them on a case of impersonation, that he will not let them go.
"Every where I am being targeted. It is a world of unreasonable maniacs, cheats, *%$#@!!!! . I cannot tolerate this."
Nobody dared to speak, it is the boss after all.
We were as usual, engrossed in our work, our ears straing out to listen, and mind trying to confine it to the screen.
It took till noon for a younger person in the team to intervene, to placate the boss' frustration.
And lo and behold, he met the boss' smug face on the insurance
form.
"It is you on the pic, boss, it is only that it is bit not you usual handsome self."
The guy didn't buy it till late in the afternoon.
But now after all of us pitching in, he is beginning to see the light.
So much for a boss' tale.
As of me, dear reader, I cannot even share a smile with the air, so I am sharing this anecdote with you. I know you are there, reading in on a screen.
It all started around 11 am when we heard him talking to somebody loudly on the phone, arguing with someone. It was over a photo that he had pasted on his insurance form.
He charged at the voice on the phone saying that he'll sue them on a case of impersonation, that he will not let them go.
"Every where I am being targeted. It is a world of unreasonable maniacs, cheats, *%$#@!!!! . I cannot tolerate this."
Nobody dared to speak, it is the boss after all.
We were as usual, engrossed in our work, our ears straing out to listen, and mind trying to confine it to the screen.
It took till noon for a younger person in the team to intervene, to placate the boss' frustration.
And lo and behold, he met the boss' smug face on the insurance
form.
"It is you on the pic, boss, it is only that it is bit not you usual handsome self."
The guy didn't buy it till late in the afternoon.
But now after all of us pitching in, he is beginning to see the light.
So much for a boss' tale.
As of me, dear reader, I cannot even share a smile with the air, so I am sharing this anecdote with you. I know you are there, reading in on a screen.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
An impromptu luncheon
I acted like a glutton, and had many slices of pizza at our quick lunch at work.
It was fun, but not much of it came through, as everybody was in their own world.
I am feeling tired of eating too much junk food.
But then, I enjoyed the ambience, it is energising in a climate overclouded with rumours of layoffs.
Nobody seem to think about an impending eventuality anyway.
It was just enjoyment and proclamation of comraderie.
It was fun, but not much of it came through, as everybody was in their own world.
I am feeling tired of eating too much junk food.
But then, I enjoyed the ambience, it is energising in a climate overclouded with rumours of layoffs.
Nobody seem to think about an impending eventuality anyway.
It was just enjoyment and proclamation of comraderie.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Kudos to Tilaya
I want to belong to her tribe too. She is focused, happy and emits a very positive feel. It was a beautiful journey to work in the morning.
We talked about a lot of things, ranging from the origin of saree, to weekends, to the film Secret that we decided to watch together, to the kind of images that we should keep.
We decided to retain only beautiful images of people and places. Does it mean that I'll be able to forget the wallowing squalor of Mumbai train stations, roads, roadside faces depicting an unfathomable helplessness behind a shadow of a possible better tomorrow?
I'll try to retain the tinge of hope in the eyes that I managed to see here.
And it's love to Tilaya's pervasive goodness.
There are other things too, I am starting all over again, from a new house next week.
Another house for another year. I am excited about the change.
I can't wait for the good changes that it will create in me, my surroundings, environment, my sense of love. I am learning the spirit of Mumbai, maybe I've already learned it.
We talked about a lot of things, ranging from the origin of saree, to weekends, to the film Secret that we decided to watch together, to the kind of images that we should keep.
We decided to retain only beautiful images of people and places. Does it mean that I'll be able to forget the wallowing squalor of Mumbai train stations, roads, roadside faces depicting an unfathomable helplessness behind a shadow of a possible better tomorrow?
I'll try to retain the tinge of hope in the eyes that I managed to see here.
And it's love to Tilaya's pervasive goodness.
There are other things too, I am starting all over again, from a new house next week.
Another house for another year. I am excited about the change.
I can't wait for the good changes that it will create in me, my surroundings, environment, my sense of love. I am learning the spirit of Mumbai, maybe I've already learned it.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Slumdog pricked me, burst an ol' wound open again
Weekend was full with Slumdog Millionaire, I watched the film on Friday evening, and still the images therein, the jubilance the children, their states of extreme gullibility refuses to leave my guilty mind.
Everyday I pass these children (they are not the same, but then are they not the ones I just left behind, without even a backward glance) along my ways in Mumbai streets and trains, they exist at the local rail stations, at traffic signals and sometimes by the road. And I always refused to pay the children money, thinking that they would be further exploited, sometime I gave them something to eat. But it was always just that.
I saw the children again in the backdrop of the ugly underbelly that the city has, full with all the squalor, dirt and shit. Perhaps not as magnified as the reality is. But still, the picture is bad, and that is why the beauty of the children came out so startlingly alive.
The film celebrates life, and the resolution of everybody who is catapulted to a life on the fringes, anyone who is never given a choice. And I understand why is film is celebrated, and has to be celebrated.
I hope it changes me too, so I can act proactively to help at least some of these children, from exploitation and dirt. I want to impart some beauty and dignity to tiny people who deserve it.
I am set on the way. I was active some years back, and have worked with children, but it was to a small extent.
But now, I want to have more power (read money) so that I can positively change their lives. And I am set to work.
Be with me, reader, and please watch Slumdog Millionaire.
Everyday I pass these children (they are not the same, but then are they not the ones I just left behind, without even a backward glance) along my ways in Mumbai streets and trains, they exist at the local rail stations, at traffic signals and sometimes by the road. And I always refused to pay the children money, thinking that they would be further exploited, sometime I gave them something to eat. But it was always just that.
I saw the children again in the backdrop of the ugly underbelly that the city has, full with all the squalor, dirt and shit. Perhaps not as magnified as the reality is. But still, the picture is bad, and that is why the beauty of the children came out so startlingly alive.
The film celebrates life, and the resolution of everybody who is catapulted to a life on the fringes, anyone who is never given a choice. And I understand why is film is celebrated, and has to be celebrated.
I hope it changes me too, so I can act proactively to help at least some of these children, from exploitation and dirt. I want to impart some beauty and dignity to tiny people who deserve it.
I am set on the way. I was active some years back, and have worked with children, but it was to a small extent.
But now, I want to have more power (read money) so that I can positively change their lives. And I am set to work.
Be with me, reader, and please watch Slumdog Millionaire.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
PMO wants market to steer retail fuel prices
That's what the newspapers today said.
Will it be good for us, the public, the tax-payer who doesn't have any say in the facilities that we want, the bare-minimum comforts like well-regualted prices, tolerable infrastructure, clean roads etc?
When I read the news item, the first reaction was panic.
I remembered the photograph in newspapers that showed the Ambanis along with the Deoras at Tirupati Balaji temple.
Was it just a coincidence?
How can the market retain benevolence to the public, the times are when only the strong survives?
The public is not together in good, peaceful times and it cannot generate or sustain an opinion.
We, the faceless, can be at a loss.
Will it be good for us, the public, the tax-payer who doesn't have any say in the facilities that we want, the bare-minimum comforts like well-regualted prices, tolerable infrastructure, clean roads etc?
When I read the news item, the first reaction was panic.
I remembered the photograph in newspapers that showed the Ambanis along with the Deoras at Tirupati Balaji temple.
Was it just a coincidence?
How can the market retain benevolence to the public, the times are when only the strong survives?
The public is not together in good, peaceful times and it cannot generate or sustain an opinion.
We, the faceless, can be at a loss.
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