Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Some more eventful weeks of life went thru as my engagements with it are growing stronger. Watching a Harry Potter movie on its release day between my 15-hour stressful business-day, Visiting a beach of fresh water and tried swimming on 0 degree water body on a bright sunny day of 84 degree fareheit, Night drive of more than 300 Kms in 4 hours, Driving on a busy business day to Chicago downtown and paid a lumpsum of $30 to park my car for 3 hours below SEARS TOWERS, Realizing 2 business opportunities, Receiving my dream 160GB USB hard drive at the cost of 40GB one, Spending 5 hours on a night-pub in Chicago with 2 glasses of Coke, Planning to visit 4 business locations along the same coast in one week - All in a fortnight. In the middle of everything, I could spend hours chatting with my friends on phone and internet. My recent engagements with my values & imposed search of synchronous souls have yielded me memorable additions to my list of friends. In spite of all these excitements, my batteries got discharged a bit due to stress caused from various dimensions of professional life. Lifting my spirits is only possible thru exciting learnings and knowledge improvements. Without knowing or analyzing the reason, I'm still enjoying the privilege of both these factors.
Recently, I got into a habit of questioning about my values & the final purpose of defining some as I move thru my experiences. As a result of the same, I did accepted the fact that motivation can only be from within and all the external aids are only factors of momentary deflections based on my experiences. As much as I love them, I equally force myself to stay away from truth. As tough it was to accept, so stubborn is its truth of existence. Recent addition to my favourite list of websites http://www.despair.com/ proves it with improved clarity and supportive reality. I should thank the kind soul who provided me with an option to re-validate my beliefs.
Next week is gonna be one helluva of business discussions and is no mean achievement for a veggie like me to encounter so much of travel within USA where my clan is prohibited from normal human consumption-ers.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
If its not so good then, how the heck it made to my blog. Well... I watched it to see how Bhosale bungalow looks (remembering the entire jolie episode of pune). Hum rahe pardes... phir bhi dil hai hindustani !
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Aiport security to BA flight attendant (walking down the aisle as the last offboarded person) : What is the capacity of your flight madam?
BA Attendant : Around 280 passengers
Airport security : How occupied was it for this trip?
BA Attendant : Completely full (leaves out a big sigh)
Airport security : Out of them ONLY 10 are in US Citizen queue and 270 are in immigration !!! Wow !!! Thanks for helping us so profoundly (with a typical US grim)
Returning to personal side of things, with the exception of having renewed my US driving license... life hasn't met any positive turbulences. Isn't it cool to be in a situation where the pace of our life seems to be in complete control?
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Let me hereby close the chatterbox sports idea and get back to mainstream life amidst windy city's tracks. It is a SIN to not possess a driving license and still living. Life is yet to get interesting on this trip. A blog on the morning of first weekend in windy city could very well stand as a testimony to that fact. My hotel experiences so far could be summed up as a perfect 10 except for the horrible dinner experiences. Supposed to be chef's special and delicious veggie platter, unfortunately has only leaves of vegetables and NOT leafy vegetables - like broccoli, onion, lettuce and Olives. Veggie's are slowly being alienated in sam's land. Guys - That's the difference between being a citizen of 600 V/s 6000 years old nation.
Work is as usual and created some interest with the recent business meetings and client presentations. Yesterday's discussion helped me to shape up the visit quite standing upto my expectations. Very soon, I'd be visiting this page with more experiences.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Its hardly in recent years that I've made such interesting trips to Mumbai. Well, this could very well be the first time. For all that one knows, world is very small and one does meets synchronized souls - more often than expected. On reaching airport, I found myself among a set of NRI-hopeful enthusiasts, south-indo parento group members who are set on child-o-pilgrimage to sam's land & few friends of my own proud clan (software engineers) - both first timers and ethopian residents of sam's land. BA impressed me with its flight and on-board service for the first time. Impressive swiftness & thoroughbred preparations "on-board" really taught me the customer satisfaction received on a well-planned executions. Hats off BA!!! 1 episode each of FRIENDS & Everybody loves raymond, 2 quick meals and 5 hours of nice sleep is all what it takes to reach London from Mumbai. London doesn't stood upto my expectations & failed to impress me. Well, nothing more could one expect on a 5 hour walk-o-airport wait after a 7 hours journey when looking onward for one more of same strength. After walking thru each & every store of Heathrow's international terminal, I wonder as to why IT clients and business create a chaos over highly paid offshore associates. One look across Heathrow can give them the confidence that world has tooooooo much of money to spend. Unknown brands, High-cost products, Ladies (dressed to kill) playing the most-o-knowledge hosts on their store's products, Absolute look of a mall, 100+ manicure seats in the center, Every product seems to be free on its first sight for every customer, a typical ASTON-MARTIN on sale for $20 (for which even we cant check tyre pressure when u own one) - Heathrow has all ingredients to be a typical european airport. After a long due and an exciting sight of 11 flight take-offs from near distance, I was finally allowed onto the air bridge to board my final destiny vehicle. Just as we were seated after a confusing 15 minute wait (just before our final aflight), BA's flight commander gave a quick summary of what went on @ cockpit during this period in his own (typical to british) cynical PGWodehouse's style.
My 2nd journey was way too out of excitement for a person like me. Uncomfortable seats coupled with delayed service made me realize the fact that every coin has 2 sides and BA is no exception of that. Still, I quite couldnt hide my surprise when a Mumbai-London flight has been offered a 747-400 when a London-Chicago doesn't. Well... Either Uncle Sam or HRH is not quite catching up with our own sweet des-o-pardes. Have been served thru-out in quite a colonial master's style. Movies - Only saviour of restless hearts on crossing oceans - gave me some relaxations. Watched Music & Lyrics and Shooter - Good balance of action & comedy. Atlast, was quite happy on landing safely @ outdoors of O'hare. I still am not able to figure out as to what kindles an absolute sense of freedom and confidence on landing at this city's doorstep. For a minute, I was zapped by the length of queue that greets US immigration windows in Chicago. I was on a sixth lane which, in line with US business, already helped me set a clear expectation of atleast 2-hr wait before I'm on my way. Reshuffling of queues, Macho security personnels, Faces with utmost excitement as they wait for stamping, Well ordered numbering system, multi-lingual support & messaging - ingredients of a typical US immigration domain. While I was on the queue, I was gifted to overhear a conversation between 2 people who were standing behind me. One, a typical 1-timer s/w engineer girl from India and another, a german (with a non-germanian manners) who quite converses well in Hindi attributing the same to his 8-year monsoon holiday saga in Goa. Former loves hectic amchi mumbai while the latter loves India for its peaceful life in motion. But... Both love INDIA. Ma - Tujhe Salaam!!!
While as I reach my final due course discussion with energetic immigration officer, I'm quite surprised to find that my first name and surname were printed reversedly on my H-1B visa. Every south indian would have gone thru this experience of confusing names at least once in their life time. What initially starts as a fundamentally exam application form filling problem during school days quite grows as a monster with them during their life time. Names like YVSSR challenges brain muscles of any non-telugu-human to get segregated onto a mere 3 columns called first, middle and last names. One of recent comments from my colleague could summarize this entire drama better - "If we include ZIP code and telephone with south indian names then, there won't arise a need to store any of their demographic info in any systems with the exception of names". Immigration officer was more interested as to the venues of reaching my skill sets after his self-admitted interest in indulgence of high paying s/w jobs. After explaining me the confusion of VISA, he quite composedly took a pen and wrote on what is considered a holiest-than-gita kind of document, an H1B visa. At last, he quite sealed my excitement with a strong stamp of US Immigration on the corrections. This act could have made a first time asio-aspirant heart stop for minutes. Fortunately, Its not my first time !!!
After all dramatic excitements, I am heading to my hotel after a pack of friench fries and a coke from amchi McDonalds. Will see you soon with my hotel experiences in Sam's land.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Well, quite as the title suggests, I would like to preserve memories of this (3 day) long weekend and hence these lines made it to my blog. Not all successful projects are well planned and executed as this long weekend clearly demonstrates.
It all started with a nice "End of day - Today" flag on friday. In spite of planning well, I could only make it to home by 7:00 p.m. To my surprise, my parents and sisters are yet to return from their "shopping around pune". Once they reach, the further 30 mins were spent in sharing sheer reverberating energies that flow out from a person on his proud display of shopping outputs. The "shop-let stigma" (similar to portlet) not only affects the shopper but also those who are at the receiving end. Further goes a calm sleep and a nice sunrise of saturday. My "House" has suddenly turned into a "Home", buzzling with activities. In spite of centrally revolving around "food feast menu selection & preparation" in line with typical "tam brahm" style, the experience was enjoyable and nostalgic. Myself, vaidy and Ramana - are all "set" to hog once again on our homely preparations. A bowl of rice, paruppu (dal), rasam, papad, chaas, sambar and as the list goes on, so does our ability to resist at the right time.
Following it was a regular journey of myself and vaidy to do "parento-shopping". (kind of purchases which one has to do on the final day of parents trip) My photo muscles tickled once again resulting in additions to my classical photo albums. I also worked on ramana's photos from CANADA trip which turned out to be too lovely. Our parento shopping list also includes an amplifier which when bought home has rejuvenated life to our speaker collection. Setting up a new electronic item at an indian-bachelor home is no simple task. By the time we completed it, our nostrils were sensitivized by a fragrance of a nice south indian sweet. After trying our hands on it, started our nice evening. In India, one can sense a childish happiness among family members when faced with the photo prints with gatherings adding spice to the same with their comments. That evening clearly promised that our family is not an exception in spite of tuning ourselves to 21st century. Further by 30 mins, we all found ourselves in a "Pizza shop". Italians must have been inspired by dosa during their earlier visits to east, which eventually, gave rise to this "Pizza clan". And after all these, our day ended with a new tamil movie which put our new sound system to maximum use.
Even a nice-calm-slumber sunday morning in a tam-brahm house takes a perfect U-turn when coupled with festivals. That's what our sunday demonstrated once again. Pleasure derived from 40-minutes of eating those food which got aesthetically prepared for 4-hours citing a 14-minute pooja can never be explained by words. As goes with shakespearian thoughts "A meal is a meal is a meal" - Only when its perfectly south indian. :)- Our dinner plans with sisters got a jerky start with rain god showing his face in a not-very-enthusiastic manner. As in tradition with any project change requests, we redefined our earlier requirements and were quite content with more realistic approach of visiting durga pooja @ congress bhavan followed by a rajasthani feast. I get a feeling a time-well-spent only when its associated with hearty laughs and striking conversations. This is the reason for this post's birth.
Hey... my maths is not so weak and I could see you quite wondering what I did on my 3rd day as this post comes to an end. Well, resisting excitements is not my piece of cake and I am blogging (all) this down on 3rd day morning. 3rd day would also serve as a last day of our parents onsite rotation program for this quarter and more such tam-brahm experiences will be posted in further months to come.