Today is India's Independence day. Around sixty five years back India gained her freedom from the oppressive British rule. It was a Tryst with destiny'. Not because she gained freedom from one of the Imperial powers of that time, but the way she gained it.
India got her Independence through non-violent movement, something hyped every time in this world. Their were earlier attempts made through violent form to win freedom but it was only through this new found weapon that a new age was traced.
One man stood amongst, their odds, ideology, custom and many other things. But Mahatma Gandhi's fight was not just against the British but many other ill principles of the Indian society and their mindsets. To an extent it was successful and certain thing which he couldn't triumph upon - today's generation is fighting it out.
The freedom was won sixty five years back but the real fight was fought in this last sixty five years and is still on. We are fighting corruption, customs ,societyical odds and many to mention. Then there is one mistake which committed at that time and we bear for it to these day - the partition. That was a mistake, huge one and compensating for it is nowere on cards. The reason is that the fight still continues over that front. There will be a time when it will be solved and there will be time when we might over come the odds in today's lives.
Then, then we will find the true freedom.
JAI HO!
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
CRITICISM
Dear friends,
The below story created quite a flutter when i posted the same to club group. Some even hit at me saying i should quit writing. There are ways to speak to one person and there are ways to talk online too. Anyways no offence. The below story might have grammar but never intended to show any one in bad light or stereotype. I wrote because i believed in what I've written and i personally like it. I don't see anything wrong. My intention was to make people laugh as I thought the story has lot of humour in it.
My writing will always continue no matter what one has to say!
The below story created quite a flutter when i posted the same to club group. Some even hit at me saying i should quit writing. There are ways to speak to one person and there are ways to talk online too. Anyways no offence. The below story might have grammar but never intended to show any one in bad light or stereotype. I wrote because i believed in what I've written and i personally like it. I don't see anything wrong. My intention was to make people laugh as I thought the story has lot of humour in it.
My writing will always continue no matter what one has to say!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
JOB INTERVIEW
‘Job hunting is easy these days, then done.’
I am here at a BPO to attend an interview for the post of Investment Analyst and to be frank – I am least interested to attend. (Don’t ask me why?)
I sit at the reception. To my right there is this girl –in her salwar kameez and clutching a file as if it is a treasure. (It must hold her credentials) I don’t like her dress sense. It is not matching her. I wanted to say to her – ‘If you have a boyfriend, ask him, he would guide you…, else ask me!’ HEEHAW
To my left there is another girl, complete opposite reflection of the one at my right. White shirt, tight trouser, very tight (wonder how she fit in it) straightened hair, smell of those international perfume derived from the skin of dead snake or they say so. I like them all. She is a modern girl. Yo baby yo!
I sit in between them, image of 21st India - One traditional and the other modern. Mom I have fond the bride for you, which one you want – your choice.
Mr.Sreekumar Nair! A lady in her secretarial dress call out my name. I go in the cabin and I am greeted by a handsome hunk or I think so! ‘Well Mr. Nair, I see you are not employed last six months. What were you into?’
I was busy authoring a book, I wanted to say. ‘I fell sick’ I said.
‘Sick for six month?’
‘Well I had to undergo a surgery and it took time to recoup’
He lift his one eye brow (wonder how he does it) ‘Mind telling what happened’ I explain to him and he listen in rapt attention.
‘So why you left your last company?’
‘I couldn’t achieve my target’
‘Hmm, I like your frank answer. But then you think you can achieve it here? I nod my head.
‘I mean you’re a sick guy, didn’t get your target last time. How are you going to do it here?’
What does he mean by I am a sick guy? I am medically fit and that word ‘sick guy’ has many connotation to it. How he dare, asshole?
‘Can you show me a presentation?’ he asked. I give a disgusting nod. ‘You can use the board’. I pick up a marker and want to write big, ‘FUCK YOU!’ Unfortunately I can’t.
I explain to him if the crude price fall, the best investment option is NSE and if not NIFTY or gold is a better option if NSE fails and Baba Black sheep!
Seems the asshole is impressed and he puts me to HR round. Have some talk sense; I wanted to say as I left his cabin.
I meet the HR in second round, may be in her fifty. Still a HR? I am in my thirty and hunting job. That settles it.
She takes time to study my profile. Few moments later she looks at me. Then she says ‘All fine Mr. Nair. But your appearance should have worldly outlook. You know this is an international BPO.’ I will remove my cloth and stand naked. Will that give her the required outlook?
When I leave the premises I see the two pillars of Indian culture still sitting there. Few moments later, I see the traditional girl in conflict with someone on phone. I overheard the conversation. (Bad habit)
She was saying ‘I didn’t sleep with you, you slept with me.’
Yo baby yo!
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I am here at a BPO to attend an interview for the post of Investment Analyst and to be frank – I am least interested to attend. (Don’t ask me why?)
I sit at the reception. To my right there is this girl –in her salwar kameez and clutching a file as if it is a treasure. (It must hold her credentials) I don’t like her dress sense. It is not matching her. I wanted to say to her – ‘If you have a boyfriend, ask him, he would guide you…, else ask me!’ HEEHAW
To my left there is another girl, complete opposite reflection of the one at my right. White shirt, tight trouser, very tight (wonder how she fit in it) straightened hair, smell of those international perfume derived from the skin of dead snake or they say so. I like them all. She is a modern girl. Yo baby yo!
I sit in between them, image of 21st India - One traditional and the other modern. Mom I have fond the bride for you, which one you want – your choice.
Mr.Sreekumar Nair! A lady in her secretarial dress call out my name. I go in the cabin and I am greeted by a handsome hunk or I think so! ‘Well Mr. Nair, I see you are not employed last six months. What were you into?’
I was busy authoring a book, I wanted to say. ‘I fell sick’ I said.
‘Sick for six month?’
‘Well I had to undergo a surgery and it took time to recoup’
He lift his one eye brow (wonder how he does it) ‘Mind telling what happened’ I explain to him and he listen in rapt attention.
‘So why you left your last company?’
‘I couldn’t achieve my target’
‘Hmm, I like your frank answer. But then you think you can achieve it here? I nod my head.
‘I mean you’re a sick guy, didn’t get your target last time. How are you going to do it here?’
What does he mean by I am a sick guy? I am medically fit and that word ‘sick guy’ has many connotation to it. How he dare, asshole?
‘Can you show me a presentation?’ he asked. I give a disgusting nod. ‘You can use the board’. I pick up a marker and want to write big, ‘FUCK YOU!’ Unfortunately I can’t.
I explain to him if the crude price fall, the best investment option is NSE and if not NIFTY or gold is a better option if NSE fails and Baba Black sheep!
Seems the asshole is impressed and he puts me to HR round. Have some talk sense; I wanted to say as I left his cabin.
I meet the HR in second round, may be in her fifty. Still a HR? I am in my thirty and hunting job. That settles it.
She takes time to study my profile. Few moments later she looks at me. Then she says ‘All fine Mr. Nair. But your appearance should have worldly outlook. You know this is an international BPO.’ I will remove my cloth and stand naked. Will that give her the required outlook?
When I leave the premises I see the two pillars of Indian culture still sitting there. Few moments later, I see the traditional girl in conflict with someone on phone. I overheard the conversation. (Bad habit)
She was saying ‘I didn’t sleep with you, you slept with me.’
Yo baby yo!
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