I always went out searching for some motivation to write blogs and went out in space to think or let my mind blank to observe things! Today strangely my mind kept analyzing and repeating things which I do while working in office, when I was watching India –Pakistan cricket match and triggered me to write the blog.
1st March 2003
When all students were preparing for their 10th board exams, we were glued to TV to watch India- Pakistan match. My mom feared if India would lose, we would waste a day which we should be studying. She kept switching off the TV initially for few minutes and asked us to go study, but then she realized, we any way wouldn’t concentrateand let us watch. Those days we didn’t have mobile phones and internet connections to get the scores even without TV. Luckily India won and we ran out to buy ice creams to celebrate the winning!
30th March 2011
Wipro office seemed more like match ground than office. All cafeterias’ jam packed with people with big projectors screen with loud noise. The cafeteria hall was full even before the match began! I was in the third row with my team which was an all women's team. As the match started, we screamed and howled and soon it was 7 when all my team mates had gone. I wondered what to do. I didn’t have TV at home. Another colleague who was with his team mates waved and asked me to join them. I did and now I was standing on the table, jumping at the last overs and they watched as if I come from an alien world. One of the team mate asked widening his eyes “You follow match?” I rolled my eyes with a smile “only if it an India-Pakistan match.”
28th December 2012
People keep posting their FB updates and unlike 10 years back, we now had mobile phones, which could be used to check the scores and I had no board exams to worry about. I kept eating and every time, I felt India would lose, I ate .I kept checking the FB status and updates in every break and commentaries posted were liked at every interval!
I found things very similar to the how things work in the corporate world. I wondered every ball that a batsman had to face was new. Every challenge one faced in office was also new .As the batsman changed his strategies according to every ball; we did the same on daily basis. We changed strategies to meet the new challenges.
Two batsmen stand in minority in front the team bowling, yet there are times when they win while batting. One needs to understand that there are thousands out there in audience supporting, as against few whom they are facing in the field. We face similar situations in corporate world where the performer may be in minority in terms of number of people, staring at you to know how you can perform better. All one has to remind themselves is, ‘I have thousands of people working as my support system, though they may not be in field with me’.
There may be times when we play in home ground and the confidence could be better because of the motivation from the audience that one may get and vice versa. For the team which is not in home ground, they need to take the silence of the audience as motivation and go on! Well the same concept applies in corporate world in absence of support system. If others are quiet, understand that you are on the right path and keep going.
When the first team plays without the target, it is much easier for them to play without stress. But the goal always is there to play for twenty overs and give the best shot within that time limit or over limits! Then team which plays with the target score is at a stress. I feel the same is very much applicable in corporate world. Those who work under stress can never apply strategies properly. Set the mission and let them play without the targets is the best way. However that differs from roles and is subjective to talk about in terms of the corporate world.
Team work is something that we talk in both sports as well in corporate world. One thing which is common in both team works is, we first need to do our role the best, rather than just trying to see what others are doing.Every individual need to perform well to be a good performer in the team.
If one team wins, it’s definite for other to lose. All that we can say is “Shit happens” sorry I mean “It happens”. Winning or losing is a part and parcel of the game. And there is always a next time and we would do it better. Same thing happens in corporate world, if someone wins, there is someone who loses. And when someone loses, all they have to do is “Move on” as there would definitely be a next chance.
We shouldn’t feel proud when we win whether it is cricket or the corporate world, as you never know what could be the outcome in the next match. Whether we are in corporate world or in playground, confidence leads to success and over confidence leads to failure, because if success transfer can happen, so can the failure transfer happen.
As I was about to complete the blog , Rind Posh Maal started playing in my mobile and the lyrics “dosti ka saath chedo, dusmani ko bhool jao”,sets well with this context of cricket and corporate world and these matches have achieved it’ s goal –Entertainment! Entertainment and Entertainment!
Friday, December 28, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
O kabulliwala! O Chaiwalla Bhaiya!
After a tiring and dull day, I returned back to hostel and almost slept off. My mom called me and asked “what are you doing?” I sleepily replied “Ma I slept”. She said “Get up, go and have your ginger tea, if you sleep now you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night”. It was 7.30 pm in evening.
I got up and asked my roommate if she would accompany me to have to ginger tea? Usually someone from hostel would come along with me although they don’t like tea as I do. When no one would come, I jog or walk alone to go and have my evening tea, however late I come back from office.
I went and stood there and as ever gave him twenty rupees with the smile on my face as I knew Chaiwala bhaiya would ask for change. He looked up and smiled at me and managed to give me some change with few toffees. I was the only girl, with tall guys standing before me. Bhaiya got the tea cups in big tray, distributed to everyone, last four cups were left and they were all in glasses than plastic cups. I picked one looking at bhaiya, making a face, which a small child would make to the parents when they would deny her of her favorite chocolate or teddy bear.Chaiwala bhaiya quickly took the glass with tea from me, brought a plastic cup, put tea in that, handed me the plastic cup. I smiled and took the cup and sat at stairs nearby when my thoughts went to the kabuliwalla story I had studied as a child.
I wondered how many such people had come in my life. My thoughts went to shunty bhaiya’s shop, which was right next to my home, where he loved to see me and my sister fight to decide on which chips or chocolate we both were to buy that day. We were in 2nd stardard then.
The Chankya “Bikarnerwala” was 15 minutes away from our home where we used to go every alternate weekend regularly for almost 8 years and have our dinner or drive down late night just to eat a piece of Gulab Jamun there! Last year after I got transferred back from Chennai to Delhi , me, my sister and parents had been to Bikarnerwala and when the bhaiya allotted seat , asked me “aap log bohot saal baad aayen hain?”(Went there after 2 years), I smiled back at him and said “humne do saal dusre sheher me te bhaiya, ab laut aaye hain”.
There are some people who become integral parts of our life for some time, yet we don’t have any relation to them. I wondered what is it that drives me to walk all the way from my hostel to Disney Bakery just to have a ginger tea.
I don’t think it’s was the business customer relation management skills of the shopkeeper but the genuineness in the face of the tea shop owner that makes me feel go there every day. Yesterday after a tiring outing, I took my friends to have my favorite ginger tea. One of them who had come there said “chai me aisa kya khas laga, isse better meri biwi bana leti hai”, to which other friend who also goes there every day like me replied “yun samajh le yahan log waise aate hain , jaise roz Mandir maatha tekne jaate hain”. Although we all laughed for that minute, but I realized it was true.
I wondered I go there may be because chaiwala bhaiya could understand my choice in one small thing which was never told directly .We belong to a generation where children don’t understand the feeling of their parents, an era where a husband may not know what his wife likes and would hand over the menu to order the dishes what she would like to have. Thousands of young people come there and he remembers what they all like and he offers them what they like and not what he wants to sell. Well may be that’s the hidden marketing strategy, but that just can’t make everyone run to the tea shop every day.
Well I am not the only one, but hundreds of migrants from north go there. May to feel at home with people from their own place, to get the empathy feeling is why we all go there every day. But then why only to Disney Bakery? Why can’t we go to some other sweet shop or any other shop for that matter!
And last but not the least, people from north call everyone “Bhaiya” and “Didi”, by default getting into a relationship with whosoever they talk to. Recently I and a friend were searching way in mobile navigator standing at NO PARKING. Friend had commented “I like the way you call everyone ‘Bhaiya’ even if you have to ask direction”. I snapped back “huh! What do you call then?” He said “boss! Excuse me! Hello! Or just ask them what you want to ask them”. We saw a traffic police coming towards us to shout for standing at NO PARKING when I sweetly asked “Bhaiya where is this place?” he politely showed the direction and we escaped paying the fine!:-)
I had forgotten the kabuliwalla story and googled it right then to read the story. After reading the story, I wondered what is the real life story of the Chaiwala Bhaiya!We never come to know about them!
I got up and asked my roommate if she would accompany me to have to ginger tea? Usually someone from hostel would come along with me although they don’t like tea as I do. When no one would come, I jog or walk alone to go and have my evening tea, however late I come back from office.
I went and stood there and as ever gave him twenty rupees with the smile on my face as I knew Chaiwala bhaiya would ask for change. He looked up and smiled at me and managed to give me some change with few toffees. I was the only girl, with tall guys standing before me. Bhaiya got the tea cups in big tray, distributed to everyone, last four cups were left and they were all in glasses than plastic cups. I picked one looking at bhaiya, making a face, which a small child would make to the parents when they would deny her of her favorite chocolate or teddy bear.Chaiwala bhaiya quickly took the glass with tea from me, brought a plastic cup, put tea in that, handed me the plastic cup. I smiled and took the cup and sat at stairs nearby when my thoughts went to the kabuliwalla story I had studied as a child.
I wondered how many such people had come in my life. My thoughts went to shunty bhaiya’s shop, which was right next to my home, where he loved to see me and my sister fight to decide on which chips or chocolate we both were to buy that day. We were in 2nd stardard then.
The Chankya “Bikarnerwala” was 15 minutes away from our home where we used to go every alternate weekend regularly for almost 8 years and have our dinner or drive down late night just to eat a piece of Gulab Jamun there! Last year after I got transferred back from Chennai to Delhi , me, my sister and parents had been to Bikarnerwala and when the bhaiya allotted seat , asked me “aap log bohot saal baad aayen hain?”(Went there after 2 years), I smiled back at him and said “humne do saal dusre sheher me te bhaiya, ab laut aaye hain”.
There are some people who become integral parts of our life for some time, yet we don’t have any relation to them. I wondered what is it that drives me to walk all the way from my hostel to Disney Bakery just to have a ginger tea.
I don’t think it’s was the business customer relation management skills of the shopkeeper but the genuineness in the face of the tea shop owner that makes me feel go there every day. Yesterday after a tiring outing, I took my friends to have my favorite ginger tea. One of them who had come there said “chai me aisa kya khas laga, isse better meri biwi bana leti hai”, to which other friend who also goes there every day like me replied “yun samajh le yahan log waise aate hain , jaise roz Mandir maatha tekne jaate hain”. Although we all laughed for that minute, but I realized it was true.
I wondered I go there may be because chaiwala bhaiya could understand my choice in one small thing which was never told directly .We belong to a generation where children don’t understand the feeling of their parents, an era where a husband may not know what his wife likes and would hand over the menu to order the dishes what she would like to have. Thousands of young people come there and he remembers what they all like and he offers them what they like and not what he wants to sell. Well may be that’s the hidden marketing strategy, but that just can’t make everyone run to the tea shop every day.
Well I am not the only one, but hundreds of migrants from north go there. May to feel at home with people from their own place, to get the empathy feeling is why we all go there every day. But then why only to Disney Bakery? Why can’t we go to some other sweet shop or any other shop for that matter!
And last but not the least, people from north call everyone “Bhaiya” and “Didi”, by default getting into a relationship with whosoever they talk to. Recently I and a friend were searching way in mobile navigator standing at NO PARKING. Friend had commented “I like the way you call everyone ‘Bhaiya’ even if you have to ask direction”. I snapped back “huh! What do you call then?” He said “boss! Excuse me! Hello! Or just ask them what you want to ask them”. We saw a traffic police coming towards us to shout for standing at NO PARKING when I sweetly asked “Bhaiya where is this place?” he politely showed the direction and we escaped paying the fine!:-)
I had forgotten the kabuliwalla story and googled it right then to read the story. After reading the story, I wondered what is the real life story of the Chaiwala Bhaiya!We never come to know about them!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Barometers of our emotions!
As I was getting ready, my roommate insisted me to put the lipstick I got and till the time I was getting ready, she looked at me and I kept asking her “Is it ohk?”, and she would give her honest expressions of “Good” or “Not Good”.
I missed my mom at that point of time. Had I been at home, “NO” my mom wouldn’t have told me in actual if what I am wearing is looking right for the occasion or my earring and chappals looks ohk with my dress, rather I used to understand just by looking at her.
I just finished reading a book of Cecelia ahern, which says “your parents are the barometers of your emotions”. I understood that’s right. I loved a friend or hated one, depending on the expression of my parents. I wouldn’t know if the marks I have got in a test good or bad, unless I told it my parents and saw their expressions on their faces, which would determine if I should be happy or sad.
I still remember how my parents distributed sweets and announced in their office and school about sis and me getting first and second ranks in our 10th board exams with 90 percent marks. We both felt embarrassed and asked them not to do, but they still did. As we grew older, we never gave them such opportunity for which they could distribute sweets, no not that we scored low, but we did what they didn’t want us to do. We took up different careers for our life into management and journalism which they didn’t like or they did I still don’t know.
But as I read the book “Where Rainbows End”, I realized that parents live their life once again with their kids, as they grow and they fulfill all their dreams which they couldn’t achieve in their own lives. They are scared that their kids shouldn’t commit the same mistakes that they did in their life. But one thing they don’t understand is that we have leant from their mistakes, so we would never make the same mistakes. However we would definitely have our set of mistakes to be committed, which they cannot imagine, neither can we.
I wanted to call my mom and cry saying I am missing you, but then I realized what her reaction would be “Why the hell do you read such books and cry! Stop reading that!” (Last book I read was ‘I too had a love story’, she shouted the same, after she saw me cry so bad). So her to be expression became the barometer of my emotion and I choose not to call her.
But then why do they want me to get married and go away when their expressions are the barometers of my emotions? Looking at their happiness on the wedding day could make me feel happy for some time. But I wondered if it is going to be one more opportunity for them to distribute sweets in their offices and colleagues and amongst their friends. Then it is equally embarrassing as I felt after scoring well in my 10th standard, and they distributed sweets, as I still don’t understand the happiness they get by doing that.
I wondered, today living away from my parents, I don’t get to see them, so what is the barometer of my emotions? But was it an unconscious act by my subconscious mind to move away from Delhi, because I knew they were unhappy with me which mind understood by looking at their expressions? Wondering Wondering!
I missed my mom at that point of time. Had I been at home, “NO” my mom wouldn’t have told me in actual if what I am wearing is looking right for the occasion or my earring and chappals looks ohk with my dress, rather I used to understand just by looking at her.
I just finished reading a book of Cecelia ahern, which says “your parents are the barometers of your emotions”. I understood that’s right. I loved a friend or hated one, depending on the expression of my parents. I wouldn’t know if the marks I have got in a test good or bad, unless I told it my parents and saw their expressions on their faces, which would determine if I should be happy or sad.
I still remember how my parents distributed sweets and announced in their office and school about sis and me getting first and second ranks in our 10th board exams with 90 percent marks. We both felt embarrassed and asked them not to do, but they still did. As we grew older, we never gave them such opportunity for which they could distribute sweets, no not that we scored low, but we did what they didn’t want us to do. We took up different careers for our life into management and journalism which they didn’t like or they did I still don’t know.
But as I read the book “Where Rainbows End”, I realized that parents live their life once again with their kids, as they grow and they fulfill all their dreams which they couldn’t achieve in their own lives. They are scared that their kids shouldn’t commit the same mistakes that they did in their life. But one thing they don’t understand is that we have leant from their mistakes, so we would never make the same mistakes. However we would definitely have our set of mistakes to be committed, which they cannot imagine, neither can we.
I wanted to call my mom and cry saying I am missing you, but then I realized what her reaction would be “Why the hell do you read such books and cry! Stop reading that!” (Last book I read was ‘I too had a love story’, she shouted the same, after she saw me cry so bad). So her to be expression became the barometer of my emotion and I choose not to call her.
But then why do they want me to get married and go away when their expressions are the barometers of my emotions? Looking at their happiness on the wedding day could make me feel happy for some time. But I wondered if it is going to be one more opportunity for them to distribute sweets in their offices and colleagues and amongst their friends. Then it is equally embarrassing as I felt after scoring well in my 10th standard, and they distributed sweets, as I still don’t understand the happiness they get by doing that.
I wondered, today living away from my parents, I don’t get to see them, so what is the barometer of my emotions? But was it an unconscious act by my subconscious mind to move away from Delhi, because I knew they were unhappy with me which mind understood by looking at their expressions? Wondering Wondering!
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