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Saturday, May 10, 2014

Salt lake...home far away

Dr. Bidhan Chandra Roy’s interpretation of Slat Lake was home for Bengali middle class (Bhodrolok somaj).

Not fully yet, but I was also a part of the sentimental middle class bengali group of Salt Lake in my growing up years. Though it was not fully compromised the lower/middle income bengali group, but still the essence of bengaliana was clearly visible at that time.

I remember the interaction of every family in the block with others, the evening adda (gossip whatever!!) , the  so called ‘Ki go kemon acho….chele meyera bhalo to..’ & ‘accha …onker tution kar kache porche…’, all these irritating but touching behavior of the families.

The exchange of dishes and mouthwatering recipes , the sweet and memorizing infatuations with  neighbor ‘Kaku’s’ daughter (&  heartbreak in due course of time…), trying to mug up Bengali ‘abriti’ (poetry), rabindrasangeet,….nachiketa…anjan dutta to impress in ‘para’s durga puja utsav’….all those things were there during my presence. The most important place was the local market in every block where our group used to hang out after regular ’para’  cricket match and discuss various things available under the sun.

I remember at that time, only one Marwari family used to reside in our block, ‘Puja Didi’s’ family.
She was my first friend who was a girl and she used to come to my house for playing and chit chatting because there were no one at our block similar to her ager group & also her house is adjacent to me.

Anyways, I was but obviously mesmerized by her. It was also a matter of pride in front of my ‘para’ friends.  They used to have a big car, the biggest in our block. Her father was a very big businessman and I was slowly getting in awe of their lifestyle. The birthday party which she threw, I had never seen anything like that. Slowly and gradually I understood that the way of life of the middle class group which I had  been witnessed to , ‘Puja Didi’s’ life was a complete opposite .In  short she was not a middle class.

I left Salt lake many years back, but my heart was always there. As the proverb says ‘you can take a boy out of London …but you cannot take London out of a boy’ …same goes with myself with Salt lake.

After many years when I returned to have a check with my block, it was quite a setback. There  are thousands and thousands of family like ‘Puja Didi ’.The middle class group is diminished to  a negligible  quotient. Many high class apartments (almost same pattern of gates like a rajasthani mahal…), big cars occupied the streets. People do not play ‘para cricket’ anymore.

In sort there is no concept of ‘para’ anymore. There is no concept of bengaliana in Salt lake. The small numbers of bengali family who are residing in there are trying hard to match with the lifestyles of ‘puja didi’s kinda’…

I wonder did the so called ‘bodrolok’  bengali community deserted salt lake or salt lake threw them out?
Now a days Slat lake’s interpretation does not goes with home of middle class bengali people. It is the sign of the posh of the posh people in Kolkata.

I wonder how the local market traders are coping with the change. Who is now going to get the vegetables, fish with bargaining with them? Anybody now days carrying the type of big ‘jholas’ our parents used to carry at the time of market visit?

Where is the enthusiasm of the ‘para’s natok’ (Cultural program in a block) now a days? The program happens but sans enthusiasm. The goose bumps are missing.

The para is missing. The song of mohiner goraguli ’ghore ferar gaan’…comes to my mind, but there is no ‘ghor’ (home) any more.


Salt lake is not in Salt lake anymore.


Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Writing sometimes....

Once in a while you should write things. The trance should take care of the content.

Hence back again.

So many contents are floating, it is very difficult to grab the pieces and make a narrative.

Let’s start by daily experience. Since I am a corporate boolshit, let’s get the facts from there itself.

Many of my readers may be aware that I (pretend to) work/slog for a premier IT company in India.

People who work in the so called booming Indian IT industry are basically terrified people, and most of the time panic stricken.

Many aspects are responsible for this behavioral fact. For eg. Projects, bench (not the wooden one....), pink slips (I really wonder sometimes why pink? And why slips? Bus conductors provide that….what am I saying…!!!)

Anyways, I will write about these things later. Now, coming back to the topic.

There are many hidden emotions floating beneath of an employee in front of their superior.
If you take a deeper dive into these hidden emotions, you will probably get the antonym of the antonym of what the synonym is shown or portrayed.

The most truthful face or the hidden emotions comes out only in front of the local tea vendors outside the office. If you by any chance some day visit any such tea vendor outside a plush office, immediately you will come to know many hidden facts about somebody. For eg.  Who is a shitting on their pants, who is licking boots, and most common who is sleeping with whom, etc.  etc.

Interestingly the other part, the superior group also sometimes visits the same tea vendor and does the same thing about their peers, above and below, and the circle continues.

Sometimes I wonder, how the tea vendor maintains a static neutral stance in these kinds of conversations. They are actually letting go a great business model, i.e, ‘I will tell whom-who’.

They can easily say pay some bucks extra for the nonsense tea I serve, in return I will reveal the other part conversation. Easily the business could have grown (Some day by any chance I will become a tea vendor…I will do it!)

As I am saying, the entire thing is trance. The content is actually a superficial prospective.

So sometimes you should write, so do I, content can be taken care of!


Monday, January 3, 2011

My Last Post....


For a change I have started hating what I wrote….same monotonous things.

Again joined the race to save own ass...over and again letting me to be used.

So just writing big things and pointing others won’t help, unless I change myself up.

Need to search the inner self…need to get rid of being depressed…above all need to do a self retrospective?

So time being I am taking a break from writing…..won’t lie that I ‘ll be back soon…I don’t know yet….Hope  to be on a steady side in quick succession.

Till then ….god bless to all of you…do well in whatever you guys are doing and more importantly keep a balance between being practical and on being heart felt.

Hereby Somenath Roy signing off.

Thanks,
Somenath.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Why secretaries are girls?

I am always very curious about the fact that why most of the secretaries are girls?
Today I was just having a look at my organizational structure and I found out that almost all the leaders have a secretary to support them and all of them are ladies. I know this is a very stupid topic, but still can you have any logical answer for this?
Though I don’t have any personal agitation against only ladies bang on the secretary jobs, but still…
If you look carefully, and observe patiently….most of them are stunners (even aged ones also).
So after loads and loads of research on this topic I came here the following conclusion:
  • *      Corporate Leaders motivate the people…so they also need high amount of motivation in return. (And if the motivating source happens to be an eye candy then waka waka….even I can be a leader).
  • *      People say poets have a third eye to look at the scenario. So I used my poetic vision and analyzed all the facts only to find out the simple fact.


A).Non-leaders (worthless people who are reading the blog currently)always feels motivated just by looking at the secretaries…they also want to get the leaders position….so competition increases and organization smiles with lots of profit margin(and hence recruits more of them to increase competition and politics.)
B). Leaders (whose secretaries are reading the blog currently) will get complex and hence to retain their position get competitive.

So secretaries do play a upper hand in the quarter results of companies.
Hence as per me it summarizes why mostly secretaries are ladies.


Saturday, August 28, 2010

Letter From Rabindranath Tagore

Many days back read a story regarding Rabindranath Tagore’s letter to a person. So just thought of sharing the fact ….

People know that if anybody gets a letter from any legend,& specially from Rabindranath himself then they  used to bind the letter or any reference in a big photo frame and showcase it in the living room for guests to see it and in turn feel  the status symbol.

So the story goes like this….In a reputed family of South Kolkata, there was a discussion between Mrinmoyei and her neighbor housewife Kuheli.Kuheli’s father-in-law studied in Shantiniketan (Rabindranath Tagore started  the school of his ideals, whose central premise was that learning in a natural environment would be more enjoyable and fruitful).So at the time of passing out from there her father-in-law  got a letter written by Rabindranath himself, for his participation in cultural programs, excellence in studies  & etc. etc.

So Kuheli and her husband framed it and showcased on the entrance of the main dining hall of their flat. Naturally if anybody sees and discussed about it, Prides Kuheli in turn.

After the discussion Mrinmoyei also remembered that her father-in-law also part of Shantiniketan for a short time. Curiously she decided to take the matter, if her father-in-law also possesses some letter or not.

Her father-in-law was sitting in his ezy chair in the balcony and reading newspaper.Mrinmoyei enters the room and asked him.

Mrinmoyei:”Baba, I have a curiosity….don’t know whether to ask you or not…”

Her father-in-law nods in a very slow passion, signaling a yes.

Mrinmoyei:”Baba, I know you have studied in Shantiniketan for some time…so just thinking….if u also got any letter from Rabindranath …like Kuheli’s father-in-law got….”

Her father-in-law sat for some time quizzed…perhaps trying to remember something….Mrinmoyei was asking for something….he left long time back….He looked up..saw Mrinmoyei’s curious & anxious face…he thought…she was a good daughter-in-law, and he didn’t want her to be sad…she never asks for anything from him in past…but what she was  asking him from now was a big thing….again he lost in thought for some time…then slowly walks towards his almirha,opened a file, took out a piece of paper & gave it to Mrinmoyei….

Mrinmoyei:”Baba, really you have a letter? Why didn’t you show us earlier? We could have also framed it…” she was in super joyous mood.

She started reading the letter with great appreciation in mind.

The letter goes out like this:

Rabindranath was addressing her in-law’s father…

“Dated…

Dear Paritosh Babu,

Hope my letter finds you in good health. I am writing this letter to you for the fact that your son Priyanshu is disturbing my quiet and peaceful atmosphere of Shantiniketan.He troubles the teachers here a lot, steels fruits and flowers from the garden .He is not at all concentrating on his studies and bunks the class regularly. He even locked a teacher in the bathroom and scared one lady attendant by acting as a ghost.
It is my sincere request you to kindly take your son from here as he is a great misfit for this place.

Hope to see you soon.

Yours sincerely
RabindraNath Tagore
(Signed)”

Mrinmoyei blast out laughing after reading out the letter. It was such kinds of letter that you cannot show it to anyone …forget framing it.

She looks at her father-in-law, he was looking in the sky…..lost somewhere.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Independence day?





Once on the occasion of Independence Day celebration once I went to invite the local SP of Police as a chief guest in my college.

When I reached the SP’s office I saw a old lady sitting in the chair. She was wearing a sari …not washed for a quite a long time… a worn out chappal, and with a blank expression on her face.I thought may be she is waiting for somebody.

I moved to the SP’s chamber, and after all the discussion like how would be the function, what were the arrangements made for entertainment, how many guest  a chief guest can bring…as he wants to bring her wife’s family along with him…I took his permission  handed over the invitation card…and moved out of the chamber.

On the way of coming back, I saw the same old lady sitting on the chair….

Curious as why so she is waiting for such a long time … I asked one of the Sub Inspectors what was the case?

He replied “Are sir she is waiting for her Son”.

I asked “her son is in lockup?” in turn he said ”are yaar her son was involved in the Student Politics…and in once In the Opposition party’s rally for which he was participating….we got orders to break the rally  the people from Govt.  And in course of doing so we had to fire some rounds in air…but unfortunately her son got shot …and died on spot”.

I asked”why don’t you tell her that her son will never come back now?” He replied “Are you mad or what? The death of her son is not on the record…and if I do tell her like what happened…it will unnecessary will create an enquiry”. I asked “does the opposition part knows it for which he is fighting?”

The sub Inspector replied”Man they only told us to drop the case as it may steer some vote bank out. And now don’t irritate me I am already quiet bugged up by this old lady and can’t answer you further questions on this. We are so populated what will happen if somebody dies? Does the system stops? Now please go and let me do my work.”

“Then why the hell she is waiting for so long? What you guys story her?”I cried..

“We told her son is in Lock up due to some party workers arrest and will get bail in some days “he replied e motionlessly.

Coming back with a heavy heart I saw the old lady with wait in her eyes …still waiting..

Some patriotic songs were playing by the local guys outside the SP’s office…

I went to the lady…thought to tell her all the truth…”Maa’m” I asked politely….She looked up with the expression of her eye…pain, wait…”Do you know my son? He is just like you…yours age only…”

I couldn’t utter a word just managed to say”Yes… he is good and will be back home in a few days”.

She might have got strength from my words…got up and walking slowly outside the office...with some bit of satisfaction and relieve on her face…

Again a new Patriotic song being played by the local guys outside…she waited for a long …turned back and asked me ”Do you know my son is also fighting for Independence?”….she slowly walked out …off the roads.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Interview Experience

“Mr. Roy your turn next”……a sexy chick with a sexy voice announced my name.

Slowly with heart beating like Mumbai local train went inside the meeting room.

A weird old man with spec’s on eye, sitting there with the laptop, never bothered to look up.

Me: Good Morning sir.

Old guy: call me Arunya.

Me: ok Arun….

Old guy: Not Arun...Arunya (Shakespeare once said...”whats in a name”…I am sure he didn’t read that) .

Old guy: Ok Mr. Roy so I have your resume in front of me…..tell me something about yourself.

I thought that if you have my resume with you, why the hell do you want to ask me this famous stupid question?

Me: Actually Arunya..Then blah blah…..and again blah blah.

Old guy: Well somenath, before we formally start the interview process, just want to know what kind of work you have really done and how flexible are you?

Thought that am I speaking with a deaf guy until now? Didn’t he hear whatever I have told until now?
And I am not at all flexible for god’s sake….I didn’t learn gymnastic.

Me: Sir..i did this ,did that ..Again blah blah and you can’t even imagine how flexible I am.

Old guy: It is Arunya somenath …no sir again….

Me: Right Arun…..sorry Arunya...

Old guy: Ok somenath I want you to explain me about the Application process…..

Me: Arunya actually…….

Just only started to explain with some imaginary actions …throwing my hands in the air…he stopped me.

Old guy: Can you please explain all those things you are saying the white board?

Looked at the right corner of the room…..there is certainly a whiteboard waiting for me ….
Tried to draw a diagram…..don’t know actuallt what shape it has taken but Arunya got very pissed off with that.

Old guy: Is that the way you describe the application process in your organization?

Me:Arun…sorry Arunya it is just a generic flow…you know…..(tried to act like smart ass but my real expression is of a owl at that time….)

Old guy: ok then please define the generic process….

Me: Actually the process….basically the process…

Old guy: Yes Mr. Roy I am listening….

Me: Lied …lied…lied…laid the hell out there…..

But surprisingly Arunya seemed to be quiet impressed…

Old Guy: tell me the connectivity xml inside your web server.

Me: Sir …..boolshit Arunya…can I drink some water?(I was feeling like somebody put a rasgulla with no Rus inside my mouth and it was drying my mouth).

Old guy: OK….(he put out a brand new mineral water bottle ….i guess the HR guys given for his purpose…and his expression is like the figure 5 on face).

Old guy: what is the need of AET somenath?
What is temporary record?
Why do we even need temporary and AET and dynamic views?

That bloody old fellow asked three questions in a row...Three atom bombs..

Me: gulp…gulp…gulp… (For each question I had one gulp of water from the bottle).

Old guy: Why you are sweating so much?

Me: Humidity……Mumbai whether is very humid today…

Old guy: can you please elaborate about synchronous process?

Till this time I was able to hear background songs from old Hindi films playing in my mind…. (“O
palan hare –from Laagan”).

Me:Arunya synchronous processes don’t like to get elaborated...they like to be synchronous only (tried to somehow dodge the question).

Old guy: You didn’t get my point Mr. Roy…ok then can you elaborate asynchronous process? I hope they don’t even mind to get elaborated?

Me: gulp ….gulp… (Water level was reducing from the bottle….)

Old guy: Ok don’t get stressed up….tell me how can you convert a process of synchronous nature to async. And vice-versa?

Now the song playing in my mind was “main yeda geda chillaunga kurta fhadke”…a Govinda film…can’t remember the name exactly.

Me: Actually sir…sorry arun…hehe….Arunya…a sync and sync process piggybank on each other depending on the situation.[really don’t even know the answer…told what came to my mouth at that time.]

I thought that I have given a very meaningful answer…but it seemed he didn’t liked that at all. Expression like somebody forcefully winked at his daughter and he caught that…..

Old guy: that’s one of the most rubbish answers I have ever heard…..Ok leave it….Now lets go into some deep functional areas.

Background song in my mind (“khwaja mere khwaja”—from Jodha Akbar).

Old guy: tell me the primary functionality of marketing & order capture.

Me: gulp…. (Water finished…..me too)….err...Means….basically…..

Old guy: don’t waste my time somenath; just give the damn answer …..

Me: when we fail in marketing we used to capture some orders (told in one breath…..and then realized what I had just said……..)

He seemed to lose all his faith at that point on God .He shut down his laptop and came closer to me with his revolving chair.

Background song in mind (“Sunta hain mere khuda”---from Pukar.)

Old guy: don’t get nervous somenath, are you?

Me: not at all Arunya….. (Though my legs are shaking like any C grade movie heroine).

Old guy:Ok tell me the basic modules and brief some CRM concepts you have implemented

I thought this is my time to hit the nail in the dock with a big hammer.

Me: blah ….blah……and blah...Blah…continues.

Old guy: very good …that’s the way …..Now tell me the automated ticket creation..

Me: (caught me with a condom like expression….) basically Arunya it has been implemented by third party outside my module…

Old guy: Third party? I only support congress party you know? Never heard of anything like that…..

Me: No No arun….Arunya ….you are not getting my point….actually…

Stopping me in the mid way….

Old guy: I will change my name …to Arun …I will put a affidavit to court today…happy?

Me :( embarrassed…) we have some interfaces around our module to implement those functionalities and we just need to integrate with them.

Now he seemed to be a bit happy…

Old guy: hmnn….good one…

Me: (can anybody please tell me where is the washroom? Finished 1 and half liters of water….need to go…)

Old guy: Ok somenath, I am over from my side do you have any questions?

I just had one question at that time, but can’t tell him …..Way to washroom…

Me: No Arunya….

Old guy: Ok somenath, then the Hr will contact you for your remuneration discussion …you can go to cabin 74.

Me: thank you….nice talking to you (rushed out……PT Usha would have also embarrassed to see my speed at that time…)

Security personal: Sir, meeting room 74 is on the left, Hr guys are waiting for you…where are you going?

Me: HR ki to main…..washroom kidher hain be? Jaldi bol…..

So that’s the way I had given my interview….

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