This is hw i work..Confused typical me..Search and collect tons and tons of data..Have a large database..The sheer enormity of the data will threaten me..Will keep wondering how less my knowledge is..And there is soooo much to learn..
Half way down the mess of large data collection..Will get wearied..Will relax..Read Blogs,have coffee..go 2 rounds to the rest room..complain..
Then the deadline pressures will pull me..I will convince ppl to wait as this gr8 intellectual product of mine will come around..
Will hope desperately that those odd pieces of the jigsaw puzzle matches.And then finally race..Do spell chk..All fancy work..tell ppl..Arrange for the presentation..
Then all ovr..Will wonder y i do work in such a sloppy manner and vow to do it better next time..Always repeating the same cycle..
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
To the Towers
It is almost 7 months since coming to Hyderabad..Am looking out of the glass windows of our new office..We can see a hum of activity below..Being in a new place sometimes heightens my senses..I kinda keep observing some taken for granted scenes in my comfort zone..
One side are towering buildings, smart sassy young IT professionals making their way to work..One the other side are sprawling slums where the wifes of construction workers wash their kids and clothes at the doorstep of their homes..I was wondering what would be the dreams of the kid of the slums..To live and work on the towers rite?? And what do those young cute kids of the towers do? They do OUTSOURCED junk work of their foreign bosses..Am putting this article especially in context of the liberalization of the retail sector up to 51% in India... Am not against outsourcing..But outsourcing is shifting our focus from being nation builders to slave workers of a west.A BPO worker gets paid well.But where is his career? He has money to buy fancy stuff..But question is what skills has he developed so that he would have the same earning capacity or more when he greys..In what way is he using his capabilities and his education to be a complete person?
Outsourcing will be healthy only when more and more Indians learn the concepts from the West adapt it to the Indian context.There is a long way for us to go..
One side are towering buildings, smart sassy young IT professionals making their way to work..One the other side are sprawling slums where the wifes of construction workers wash their kids and clothes at the doorstep of their homes..I was wondering what would be the dreams of the kid of the slums..To live and work on the towers rite?? And what do those young cute kids of the towers do? They do OUTSOURCED junk work of their foreign bosses..Am putting this article especially in context of the liberalization of the retail sector up to 51% in India... Am not against outsourcing..But outsourcing is shifting our focus from being nation builders to slave workers of a west.A BPO worker gets paid well.But where is his career? He has money to buy fancy stuff..But question is what skills has he developed so that he would have the same earning capacity or more when he greys..In what way is he using his capabilities and his education to be a complete person?
Outsourcing will be healthy only when more and more Indians learn the concepts from the West adapt it to the Indian context.There is a long way for us to go..
Thursday, December 1, 2011
From the Earth to the Sky
Hello Everybody, I generally do not like putting up other people's articles here..But somehow this story is new and interesting to me..So would like to share it with u all..By the ways..It is a story of a Sunflower..
My wife, daughter, and I moved into our home nine years ago and we spent a lot of time and energy in the yard to get it looking like it does today. We live on a corner, higher than street level, and the entire side of the yard is encased by a professionally built rock wall. The front of the house though is another story because instead of a wall along the sidewalk the rocks appear to be just thrown up onto the dirt as if someone were in a hurry to finish.
We did the best we could with what we had to work with and called this area our 'rock garden'. Whenever we had left over flowers or plants, Denise or I would stick them out front, just to bring some color to the area.
I still do all of my own yard work, even the dreaded weed-pulling. After putting on my knee pads I assume the position to clear the yard of weeds, even in the rock garden.
Last summer I had reached the end of the rock garden and found a tiny little plant that I could not immediately identify. I knew I didn't plant it and Denise claimed that she didn't either. We decided to let it continue growing until we could figure out what it was.
Weeks passed and as I made my way back to the mystery plant, it appeared to be a Sunflower. It was spindly looking with a tall skinny stalk and only one head on it. I decided to baby it along and weed around it. As I pulled rocks from the area to get to the weeds, I noticed something unusual. The Sunflower had not started where I saw the stalk begin. It actually had begun under a big rock and grown under and around it to reach the sun.
That's when I realized that if a tiny little Sunflower didn't let a big rock stand in its way of developing, we too have the capability of doing the same thing. Once our environment begins to see that we believe in ourselves like that little Sunflower, we can attain the same nourishment and nurturing as well.
My wife, daughter, and I moved into our home nine years ago and we spent a lot of time and energy in the yard to get it looking like it does today. We live on a corner, higher than street level, and the entire side of the yard is encased by a professionally built rock wall. The front of the house though is another story because instead of a wall along the sidewalk the rocks appear to be just thrown up onto the dirt as if someone were in a hurry to finish.
We did the best we could with what we had to work with and called this area our 'rock garden'. Whenever we had left over flowers or plants, Denise or I would stick them out front, just to bring some color to the area.
I still do all of my own yard work, even the dreaded weed-pulling. After putting on my knee pads I assume the position to clear the yard of weeds, even in the rock garden.
Last summer I had reached the end of the rock garden and found a tiny little plant that I could not immediately identify. I knew I didn't plant it and Denise claimed that she didn't either. We decided to let it continue growing until we could figure out what it was.
Weeks passed and as I made my way back to the mystery plant, it appeared to be a Sunflower. It was spindly looking with a tall skinny stalk and only one head on it. I decided to baby it along and weed around it. As I pulled rocks from the area to get to the weeds, I noticed something unusual. The Sunflower had not started where I saw the stalk begin. It actually had begun under a big rock and grown under and around it to reach the sun.
That's when I realized that if a tiny little Sunflower didn't let a big rock stand in its way of developing, we too have the capability of doing the same thing. Once our environment begins to see that we believe in ourselves like that little Sunflower, we can attain the same nourishment and nurturing as well.
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