Thursday, December 31, 2009

Annual Report 2009

Haha! I got you! If you expect something related to finance, here ends your dream. I couldn’t think of anything beyond Annual Report because, this is about what the year has been like. Sorry boss, you don’t get to see the Auditor’s report and even if you do, it is very unlikely that you will hear something ‘good’ about this year’s performance.

If I had to describe the year in a word- I’d say – Awe-inspiring! It was almost perfect, and if I had to pick out one year of all my years of existence, 2009 would pass off as one of the best.
It’s been … the words refuse to give way. It was a really really good year! Of all the events, if I had to pick one and call it the best it would be – LIFE. According to me, joining LIFE was the one of the high points in my life this year.

The marks improved. I hope it goes up further! The results are around the corner...

The happiness quotient also increased. I’m a lot happier than usual these days.

Bickering and cribbing have gone down by more than 70%. I’m quite serious about it.

I’ve become stronger than last year, and a lot more determined.

I’ve changed for the better, a little more responsible, a little serious, and the funny-loony-crackpot me is still alive.

Learnt new things- power yoga, and almost gave up on music classes. I’m looking for a nice maami who will be ready to teach me. Ideas are welcome!

My views about people are becoming a little too stronger, in the same breath; I’ve come to respect a lot of people, not just for their age, but for the wisdom.

I learnt the art of saying beep-off.

I made a lot of friends in college, and outside.

I managed to achieve almost everything of what I planned for.

I learnt to deal with people; their tantrums and chucking a few of them off my system.

The BEST thing, that happened to me was – The Cola Company. Like they say, a meal is incomplete without spice, and the unexpected mirchi finds its way into the plate- the same happened to me.

At the end of it- All is Well!

I'm in my element, happiest best! Hope the new year brings in more happiness! To me, and to the people around me at large.

Happiness is here! And where are you?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

All About Fizz

There is this strange thing about my life; every time I reach a set goal, something brings me back down. Downslide is not what I’m talking about; it is called a “Landslide”. The about me in Orkut was written in a spur of creativity. I had no idea, that the Yo-Yo would become an inseparable part of my personality.

I’ll do a quick rewind now…

Class-10: I probably scored the best marks of my life, except for math. My dad was damn proud of me. The man decided that his daughter would make it to “IIT Madras”. PS: it was my dad’s dream and not mine.

Class-12: I got the worst marks of my life. I was in a school which was a part of IIT Madras :P. I made it to a lovely girl’s college!

Under-grad: Years of MPD, not literally though. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be the “Chaamathu Iyer Aathu Ponnu” or the “MOP Girl”. More like, should I go out with a lot of guys/ study for the next unit test. Realization struck, and I managed to find my kind of friends- the good girls who could strike the balance.

MBA: CAT, and the likes, made it to a decent college. Lots of friends, super hip gang! It was that ‘I have arrived moment’. Tragedy strikes. And I returned home. The stint with SSN SoMCA, 1.5yrs passes. Placements start. I don’t make it to the first company I sit for, make it to the next and happiness is expected.

Last Monday: I was the happiest girl on planet earth, or so I believed. I was beaming and grinning from ear to ear. I arrive at the office 45mins ahead of time, and start clicking pictures of the company like a “jackass”. The HR arrived at 10.00 by 11 we were dispersed to depots, and then were sent on the road.

At 12.00 I was C/o Platform. We then rang up a couple of third party dealers whom I thought were employees of the company. I start waxing in ‘englees’ only to realize that they spoke ‘Tamil’. The beat starts. I was on the TP’s bike, the bike was no super bike, but it was called “Zeus” :P. Travel around, Mylapore, Santhome, Pattinapakkam. Walk in and out of 50-60 shops, from ciggy ke dukaan to decent looking departmental store. Add to those inglorious stares from people on the road, and the discomfort of travelling on the bike and in the heat.

I came back home at 6.30 like any other respectable office-going girl. Only addition was a red eye, and I looked very similar to the burnt Kentucky Fried Chickens. I’m not looks conscious, but the reflection in the mirror dint look like me at all.

The next day morning: Red eye becomes the red, which is very similar to the company's logo and it starts bleeding in a while. I decide to call it a day. I did not attend day-2 of the training program.

Fast forward: the going around in the sun, dint go down well with me. The safety was another reason to be worried about. I was shit upset that I couldn’t take up the offer, they paid me peanuts, but it dint matter. The brand was all that mattered at that point.

And hence, the love affair with the fizz company ended. I’m back to the pavilion. The final year project, will be taken up in the company where I did my internship.

You see the High-Low-High-Low yo-yo-ing of my life? I'm waiting for the next High to come around. Until then,

Signing off,

Yours truly

Sandhya A,

(Member of Berozgar Junta).

PS: People who say I quit the job. Please correct your English or check the meaning of the word “Quit” in the dictionary. The correct usage is- I did not take up the offer.

PS1: Next time anybody tries to act smart with me; I’ll track down that guy who drove me around in his “Zeus” and will make sure you get kicked by the same bike. Don’t try to pull me down to that- You also quit your job community.

PS2: Thanks to the friends for being supportive! :D It feels good to wallow in self pity once in a while. But it doesn’t gel well with me.

PS3: I still have the pictures taken at their office. Should I press the delete button and forget all about it or keep it as a memoir?

PS4: I don't have "sad" songs on my playlist yet. I'm happy, shining and looking at the sunnier side of my life. The nay-sayers shall not be forgiven.

PS5: I have nothing against the company / the Job/ The profile. I'm very proud of the fact that I made it there, and very ashamed that I couldn't live up to my dreams. If I get another opportunity to work for them I'd be the happiest. Give me a job inside the office please.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Open Happiness!!

The firsts in our lives are always memorable. The first Job, The first day at work, the first pay cheque, the first Kiss, The first date. For most of us, it would be the first job! Is stands out as the best for the simple reason that- a job gives us an identity, that sense of responsibility, and most importantly; the financial and economic independence!

The job thingy was at the back of mind all the time. I couldn’t imagine myself staying at home for the next 6 months, working on a project from home, and killing time mercilessly. I dint fancy bumming and lazing around, somehow they dint conjure a pretty image. This was for two reasons; I’ve never stayed at home for more than a week with nothing to do (We had holiday homework in school mind you :P), and my parents are workaholics.

With this, the job hunt began, applying to companies on the job portals. This worked out quite well; 2 top companies and one chintu-candy shortlisted me. But they dint select me. Then the college placements started, first a software company, I chucked it, next was the FMCG- A very good company. I gave it my bestest shot, and it was shootout No.4 in a row. And then the BIGGIE I was waiting for. I dreamt about it, fantasized and there was this jalti-aag which said “Go for it Tiger”. I was a wounded tiger; the FMCG rejected me, because I was too soft. And it upset me. A little tear did escape the eye.

And thus, the cola chase began. It was the day of fear, nervousness, excitement, and HAPPINESS! Happiness is not the word, Euphoria-exhilaration, ecstasy- rupture-cloud-9, all rolled into one big bundle! Every round cleared, created a flurry of messages. And the final verdict what all that mattered! I clinched the deal! :D I just made it sound like a piece of cake, but I was this super nervous wreck, ask the people, they’ll give you a first person encounter of how cantankerous I was! At the end of the day, it was so endearing to see people that people really cared for you, a lot of them were ‘genuinely’ HAPPY! I’d cherish that moment till the day I breathe my last.

When the Cola dudes informed me that I was selected, it dint register at first. My personal interview was abysmal. The minute I answered the first question, I reduced my chances of getting selected by half. And then, they call! I stammered, stuttered and finally managed a “Thank You Ma’m”. What do I do now? Scream/ squeal/ cry/ laugh/ jump off the bus?! It was still hazy out there. I was in a crowded bus, with no room to jump. The first thing I did was call Amma. “Amma… I made it!” sadly, it dint register at the other end also :P! I started messaging friends, calling the Profs. So much for a job you may think, it feels so damn bloody good! A whole bunch of people are genuinely happy, and quite a few of them are green eyed. It feels good either ways. Balances the equation you see. :D

The job hunt has taught me a few valuable lessons.

1) Believe in yourself. Lend a deaf to all those freaks who try to pull you down to their level. Show them your middle finger if you can’t take the bullshit. Remember that there are only a handful of people who genuinely care about you. Keep them close!

2) Listen to your parents. Very important. This doesn’t mean, you blindly accept what they say. You can reason out with them. But all that they say comes from 25yrs of experience. Amma has been my Ambuja cement pillar of strength and greatest support system in all my 22yrs of existence. And in all these years, there’s not been a single unanswered prayer.

3) Respect the teachers. Remember Mata Pita Guru Devo? The teachers are at par with uparwala and your folks. The job would’ve never happened if not for the guidance and the gyaan from two very important Profs.

Kannan sir for the constant guidance, he’s put me back on track every time he thought I was straying away from away the ultimate goal. He’s kept me going with words of encouragement and chiding me when I was chickening out or when he saw me wasting time. Sir Ji, tussi great ho!

Kumar Sir for clearing the cobwebs at the right time. Sir if not for you, I’d still be in fantasy land, building castles in the air with bricks of unrealistic expectations and improbable events. I wouldn’t have taken up Sales otherwise. The session that day was not for me, but it did put things in the right perspective.

4) Hardwork takes time to work, but you’ll definitely reap the fruits. I was damn upset after the FMCG debacle. But it made me take another look at myself. Maybe I was a little too soft. So what? I should work on it.

5) Opportunities will come your way if you make the right moves. You don’t need recommendations to clinch that dream job. Perseverance works fine. An important take away from this would be; never belittle any job or a company. Say an FMCG wants to recruit from your college, go for it! Don’t look at it from that crooked view- stop thinking that you are going to sell sad bathroom cleaners or floor cleaners. Instead, you must understand that you’re a novice and you are learning the tricks of the trade.

6) If you live in fallacy that you are working only if you are given your ‘worth’, I think you are wasting away your precious life, for you will be frustrated forever expecting the impossible to happen.

7) You are never too good for any job. The whole perception of *I’m An MBA, how do you think I’ll do something as menial as this*, is not going to take you anywhere. You can never learn a language without knowing the letters and you’ll never learn an art without the basics. Same applies to a Job as well. You’ll never learn to market/ brand a product unless you know who buys it.

8) Take things in the positive spirit. There’s nothing that works like a good laugh after a bad day. Take life as it comes, one thing at a time and one bite at time. Keep yourself occupied. There’s more to life than Acads. Add a dash of colour and vibrancy. And most importantly- remember it’s your life!

9) Things don’t always move at the pace you want them to. They happen one by one. You can never be airlifted in the first step of your career. Start small, but aim big!

I think that’s enough gyaan from my side. :P It’s been a long article in a long time. The views are completely personal, and have come from experience of watching people go mad and also from pages of my life.

I think I must call it a day now. Office awaits me tomorrow. Wish me luck :D

Good luck to all you people who are still looking for jobs.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Exams and the Works

My tryst with examinations started when I was going to Class-1. The teacher pulled out a vegetables chart, pointed out to ladies finger and asked me “What is it called?” I answered “Vendakkai”. The lady was very disappointed with my dismal performance; she informed my mom that I’ll have to study Junior First instead of the usual Class-1, because I had “under-developed speech abilities”. This incident stands out as the most comical in my life till date, and I keep telling my mom, “Amma if she’d asked me what 1+1 is, she would have happily told you that your daughter was unfit for school”.

I was a kid who flatly refused to go to school. I had to be cajoled every morning, pushed out of bed, and getting ready was a herculean task. I had a hanky pinned to my pinafore, a bottle of Complan to give me company, and a bag which was twice my size. Slowly I started enjoying school, and the only thing I hated about the system was - “exams”.

KG to Primary, middle school, High school, Class-10, Class-12, under-grad, and now post-grad- WHEW!! It’s been one rollercoaster of a ride. Every time I cross a hurdle I look up to the stars and thank them. The only person who refuses to believe that I’m done with exams is my Mom. To her, I’m still that little kid, who rolled on the floor refusing to get ready, or that kid who came running towards the gate after being made to sit in a class. Yeah, I’ve been a prat, and I think I’m still one, but a little more responsible now.

Looking back, I’ll miss those classroom sessions.. Gitu and I were discussing how uncomfortable the desks in different engineering blocks were, and I said, “Macha, I prefer the desks in SoMCA, they’re so nice and comfy, you can just spread your arms and sleep”. She replied back saying, “Girl, those days are over now”. Hmmm yeah! They’re over… :(

It suddenly feels like being cut off the umbilical cord, I’ve been so used to. It was so comfortable sitting in class, sleeping away to glory, taking down notes and when I pleased, poking fun at people, clicking random pictures, burning the midnight oil before a test. And worrying about portions to finish, ppts than ran to several slides, rummaging through pillow sized textbooks. Suddenly there is a void. What will I do now?

… And on this note, I’d like to declare that I’m done with exams.

Now that my exams are over, I leave it to the Anna University Evaluator. See uncle, I’m done with the grueling sessions. Now it’s upto you to mark me properly. I would never be able to track you down. So, be nice to an unknown child :P

And.. This would be the last time; I can bullshit in a paper and get away with it. I feel really guilty for crapping so much in my papers. My condolences to all my prof's, teachers and Unknown unseen evaluators of Anna University. So much bullshit, that my answer scripts can be used as readymade manure for my crops in Farmville. Bless you evaluator, pray for me folks!