My sore experience

"Have you heard about the rooms here?" asked a guy who came to receive his friend standing next to me. We were waiting for a golf cart to come. The journey called Infosys had just begun.

Almost everything in the training campus was exceptional and damn perfect. And this is an understatement. We had a multiplex, bowling arena, squash courts, departmental store, saloon, all of it in-house. And the one I used most - Dispensary!

I thoroughly enjoyed the campus on first day. And probably the last time too. Four months of rigorous classes, quizzes, exams and what not. They taught us all the programming languages that existed in the world, but never taught us other important pieces. The training program did not have a hint of what politics was, they never taught us how to knot a tie, not sure how did they expect us to do well.

Weekends were the time when people will try to catch their breath, hang out in campus or visit famous places in Mysore city. I too use to go places … to be specific ... a place ... Apollo Hospital. That was almost every weekend, and was obviously, not by choice. The doctor available in campus could never figure out what the heck was going on in my stomach. The only thing she use to do was to arrange an Ambulance, so that I could go to my second home in Mysore comfortably. Biraj never missed this opportunity of getting a lift till inter-city bus stand. Now how he managed his Bangalore bus timing with my stomach timings is still a mystery.

A couple of weeks into the training, I was already the Ambulance guy. One Sunday evening, some of my friends – totally drunk, with an extra pauvaa hidden in their pants, singing choli ke peeche kya hai as loudly as they could – were coming back to campus after all the weekend masti. They saw an ambulance going out and were disappointed to realize that I am gonno be in hospital ... again! They ran after the ambulance screaming, only to discover that this time it wasn't me. They couldn’t believe it, and were even more disappointed.

I somehow managed to clear the final exams which came as a surprise to my batch mates. And to me as well! How did this ambulance guy managed some time to study? Little did they know that I was from Computer Science background. Well, another thing which worked well for me was Amit Karir, guy sitting next to me in exams. He was fairly sincere in studies….and more importantly – cooperative!

I was told that my next destination is Bangalore. I geared myself up for the city. Others updated their Facebook status saying "Bangalore Calling…!!"

An attempt

Few things in this world do not finish, they go on, like the construction of Metro tracks in Delhi, it goes on. And this doesn’t happen just like that, there's a lot of planning that goes into it. If there isn't a proper place to put a pillar, they do a lot of decision making, and then, they put the pillar right in the middle of a road!! The pace of construction - you see - should not be impacted. No points for guessing that the traffic gets screwed!!

An oxymoron is a figure of speech that combines contradictory terms e.g. open secret, found missing etc. 'Happily married' can be one of the best examples of an oxymoron, so can be 'Lane Driving'. That’s the way people drive in Delhi. Keep right if you have to take left; and left if you have to take right. Knowing how to drive is important, but to be able to guess - which way the car in front of you is gonno turn - is more important. You got to be agile, whether it is software engineering or car driving. You got to adapt to change, whether it is a change in business requirements, or a change in car driver's mind.

Thanks to these driving skills and Sheila Dixit's determination to retain the CM's chair for fourth consecutive time, you keep waiting for the jam to vanish, and you keep waiting!! Stuck in a jam, driving alone, I thought about writing.

You know when you are 'happily married’, a little bit of free time is the last thing you can expect. Ask your wife for a divorce, and you get it! What you don’t get is the TV remote and free time. One of my friends reminded me that I am after all in a software development company, so why don’t I utilize my office time ... to blog. It’s not his bad, he works with an Indian IT company which generates revenue based on the number of man hours spent by its employees in the campus. Being effective is no more an incentive, just swipe in and swipe out your i-card properly. Anyways!!

If you are still reading and not pissed off, dude ... go get a life!! ;)

Its time for me to go home, crawling through the jam, thinking what should I write next.
I shall pen it down when in office tomorrow, yes I am still on bench.