Sunday, October 22, 2017

Mom-the first bond ever you make in your life !


Mom-the first bond ever you make in your life !
There are a lot of things one do not understand it and reflect upon, till the day you loose it or become insecure of losing it. Its like the air you breathe in, its always there and you do not realize it till the time you drown or suffocate.
Such realization came to me last month when I lost my mother. I started reflecting on things some small and some big, some memories and some apparitions, of the past and then suddenly it all came back to me.
They say happiness to a child is in small things, I still remember coming back to home after school or after playing cricket in the hot summer sun, and after I have had a glass of water getting a couple of cashew-nuts from mom, I knew exactly where she hid it in the kitchen but the next time I would go out to steal a few I would not find, as she already know what little devil I am and she would have changed its place. I remember the small bribes that I use to get to keep me motivated to do the right things, getting hot samosas just to attend the karate class, somehow I never like that class or the exercise in it.
I remember every morning when I had to get out of bed, of to school she use to always whisper to me that she will give me something nice, something I like in the tiffin and that would make me go to school. She use to make me study and in return give me sweets or give me a toy to play with or give me something to hog.
And then something happened I grew old, and these things no longer interest me but she would still find reasons to just keep me ticking, to be there when I needed her the most. I still remember I was in standard 10th and after me exams she would come near my school just to see me how I was after my papers, she never spoke, neither did I see her doing that until very late when I grew up and my dad told me this, when we were talking over the dinner table about my kids. She said she was worried for me but then she didn’t meet me because she knew that was a part of growing up.
I remember even when I grew up got married she use to every night soak a few almonds for me, so that I can have it every morning. On a weekend when I was home cook my favorite breakfast, even the last day before she leaving for hometown she made it a point to cook my favorite breakfast. Every time she use to give my kids something to chew on a chocolate, a cashew or a fruit and she use to lure me into having one. I still remember sometimes I use to lay with me head on her lap watching TV, ofcourse with my twins been born they have taken away this from me and they are the one now laying on her lap.
But still if I go home disappointed she was the one the realize it immediately and do everything to cheer me up be it something to eat, discussing or talking on things which goes nowhere or just getting a bottle of oil and giving me a nice head massage. A super grandmother to my kids now, taking care of them making them learn how to walk, talk or even ride a bicycle. Making then grow and stay healthy in her own way, getting them to learn new things, cultivating some good habits, refraining them from doing something stupid, putting them to bed at night and on and on and on…. Just an unconditional love and care that she extends to them to me and to all the family. A bond that makes us stay together as a family, without which we would just shatter and split separate ways. A someone who would find and show you love and peace in such chaos of life.
My mom, my hero !  

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Goddamn Bunch of Assholes called friends.. But I love them !!!

Life goes on... rightly said, but then it just don’t go on easy. It takes you through all the utterly n butterly, jumpy n humpy, ups n downs, takes you to paradise at times on other times rides you hard till you have goose bumps. Goose Bumps rightly said so many times we feel so unsure of what we do, so dicey about being right or wrong, is this what I want or I want something else, is this right time for me or shall I wait for some more time, am I up to shoulder something this big or just its still time for me to grow up for that. So many thought, so much of clutter, so much cloudy and unclear, so much confusing, so much shivering, so much being unsure and so much of this so much, so many people looking up to you, so many eyes just observing you, so many hearts trusting you.. cricket thrills last ball 5 runs to win and the batsman hits a six and we just scream out of joy I really really feel tense in such situations what will be it will it be a six or will it be out, will he win it all or just loose it, well but now I know what is it to stand at the crease facing that ball, well most of us are never told to hit that six, but real life is not less challenging, sometimes its more because may be it’s the only match you have, may be sometimes that ball is the last ball of your life and sometimes bachelor life ofcource and that’s when you shiver the most… Atleast that’s what I felt last weekend.

‘Getting engaged is fun and that’s the best time of your life’ that’s what people say with a nice smile on their face, damn just show me the person who started saying this, if only god permits me of one guilt-free sin. Well but that’s not the case, I would confess I was frightened to the core, never been so frightened, so shivery and so much all of above things in my life. The penultimate day was long and the night longer, colder, dizzier and tensed. But then something happened bunch of my friends as useless as ever as I would always call them, because that what they want to be called. It was a drizzlining evening and they could see the tension building up in my eyes going grey and watery and heavy and they took me to this icecream shop. ‘Mala lichi, mala strawberry, mango, rishlya cone made ghe, chocolate cone’  now this was getting me frustrated more and more, I was just falling apart and to nail it further down the head started all the giggles, and putting me on the string till I finally burst out in pain for help which I needed the most at that time.. they were four of them standing around me, one married and he knew what was I going thorough and the rest three I knew would never understand what was that all, but then the most strange thing happened they just said ‘he asa hot asta tension saglyanach yeta, jo paryanta lagna hot nahi na toh paryanta saglyanach watta ki they are not ready for it’ this was really confusing for me to understand and I became agitated as it was topped with the line ‘Getting engaged is fun and that’s the best time of your life’ come on man just give me a break…

But then I looked up to them those 4 pairs of eyes looking at me, talking to me, whispering to me, standing right besides me and more importantly believing in me, that trust that innocence and that confidence which I could see in those eyes probably said it all, sometimes in life you realize late but you do realize that silence whispers and not just whispers but talks to you with pride, that everything is going to be alright, everything is going to be fine, then I realize why friends behave indifferent when you are down tensed, because they know you better than yourself, they know the only thing you need is their presence and their presence as they are - strong, confident, naughty, happy and giggling. That night went on and they told me a lot of thing, I really don’t know wheatear I heard it, understood it or even attended what they said, all I could remember is that silence which said it all, I could retire to my bed that day I know it was late to retire that day because it would be, tension mounting up, probably I now understood I was not exactly asking for a solution to them, neither did they had one but the only thing they had in them which mattered to me all my life then, now and ever after was I knew they were there for me and they were ready to walk with me together now and forever. Weekend has passed, now am engaged and lot of thing have happed hiccups or no-hickups why is it that we call happiness rises when you have someone to share, because its not really that you feel happy because your friends are their to share your happiness, its because you can never ever be happy in your life without them. They don’t multiply your happiness or strength, they are your happiness and they are all your strength that you need. 

Sometimes you realize probably very late someday that its not who you are that matters, its not what you are into that matters, its not what you are doing that matters, it really doesn’t matter what is happening with your life what really really matters is who is standing next to you and saying ‘trust me buddy you can do it’. Because its not what you make of your life, its all about what life makes out of you, and you know it has something good in it when you can see those eyes, when you can hear those giggles and when you can open your mouth and say ‘Bhadya, tujhya sarke ajun don mitra milale tar….’ … pardon me but Love for friends knows no language, atleast nothing better than it that I know.

Goddamn Bunch of Assholes called friends.. But I love them !!!

What is one thing that you will like to change...

What is that one thing that you will like to change in life if given a chance? Yeah I still remember that question.  Especially when I lay down on the roof staring at the endless open sky, watch stars that I never watched, feel the hollowness of the vast skies entering my heart.

Moist eyes, cluttered thoughts a life flashing by. Job, profession, education, love, been loved, today, yesterday, whats gonna happen tomorrow,  me, you, someone else, really dont know. Do I change my life and be no more lonely? Do I be with my love n live no more? Do I just know what I wanna know what I feel or what I want. Sometimes like today I hate myself too much and wanna change everything but if you ask me what.. Goddamn I dont know exactly. Just the next day could find the hollowness of my heart. Just feel to rewind it all. But we dont have a choice afterall. Just have to live what and where we are, like it or not.

Do I live because I love to or just I live because I donot have an option the question haunts me wild. Just one thing I know, cant undo my past but just hope my future is better, but then again what if what I want in future is just to live whats past and never have these tears in my eyes?

What is that one thing that drives you to office everyday ?

What is that one thing that drives you to office everyday ? A question that I sometimes ponder especially when I sit back in the chair and gaze at the ceiling trying to think something so called innovative, something so call game changing, something so called a magical wand which will take care of most of it. 

I often ask my friends, work buddies and more. Well work buddies are sometimes quite diplomatic to answer, especially with me, all I can say is being the part of HR department has its toll, no doubt how much I call out that I do Organization Development and not HR. 

Well that is time I do the next best and ask this to my friends and friends from ex-companies, hey what makes you get to office everyday? I find answer at times, work itself, money, financial commitment, project .... but then again most of the answer when I dig down are as hollow as a coconut and some even agree that they go to work because that's the best they can do. Because that completes the circle of life, because they don't know what else to do, or simply because they have been doing this from past so many years. 

Ofcourse there are things that you do to take care of your commitments be it financial, family etc, or maintain so called status in society. 

Someday I lay back on my bed and just wonder a long long time back I felt work was the best thing happened to me and now is a time when I just question myself is it really reduced to this? 

I dream of laying down on a grass meadow under a banyan tree from dawn to dusk just doing nothing, how this it come to this is what sometimes I wonder? How did I become a guy who wanted to fight out the whole war at work to a guy who just wants no battles anymore. What happen to the guy who did what he did because of a purpose, because of a passion moreover because that what he wanted and he dreamt of. Or its just that, that guy in my heart has been just one more person trying to complete the circle of life? The only question that remains to answer is will they old me die strangling or all that has fallen shall rise....

Don’t Hire whom you Know, Don’t know whom you hire !!

Inflow and Outflow is a daily scene in the corporate world today and everyone losses some and hires some, some bosses, some colleagues, some subordinates and a lot of friends, some who know you before you come and some who become your friend as you get along with each other. Eight hours and counting everyday is what we put in, some hard, some smart, some work, some play some chatting, some silent and a lot someone just sitting besides you staring at his/her work and you too doing the same and yes there are a lot whom I just know is they work with me not friends nor acquaintances neither colleagues but just people whom I recognize when they sit on the place or when I receive a call from the extension but surely when I meet them in public or hear them from a different extension will be surprised and tell ‘Ohhhh that you.. I just didn’t see you’ well that how it goes for me atleast.

But then there are a few friends who come and work for you, being HR is privilege and one of them is you can choose your colleges and the people who gonna work for you, you only decide upon their technical skills, and its you who decide whether they are fit from HR perspective for the job, and believe me in this I am not 100% true to my profession and often go a drift while selecting them, some friends, some ex-colleagues, some classmates and some just people whom you know and if you don’t have anything there at least people you can get along with, sometime I really ask is it that important… well I don’t know about importance but surely I know about pain…

I was fortunate enough or may be I was witted enough to get so ex-colleague, some classmate and some people that I can be compatible enough to work.. don’t ask who !! Work was good, work was fun, could see them round the corner, sometime they would come up telling they worked really hard and no one understands especially the boss, sometimes or rather everytime they use to come up and say ‘Aaj mein thoda jaldi jau kya sham jao ?  Please…’ obviously the answer has to be yes because on the first place its nor a question and sometimes ‘Merse ek hai na choti si galti ho gayi yaar !!’ and the mistake was really small because it just took me an hours or a days time scratching my brains to fix it sometimes… food was always on the desk ‘Ye le kha… ‘ smiles were always on place ‘he he he Kamina…’ and everything was topped with understanding and understanding and understanding… you really don’t need to tell them you liked something or not they can just see it into your eyes… and a lot of personal sharing and talks.. And ofcource there a lot many of those whom you meet at work and then they become a part of life starting from ‘little-little’ meaning pegs of whiskey to ‘saving from whipping you A**’ or you talking about him coming and sitting on your desk and discussing out some office shit…. And then they become friends and are no more just work buddies – a colleague who become your buddy when there is work that’s how I will like to put it…….

But then everyone has to leave isn’t it… some for good job, some for getting married to a fancy US guy, some frustrated with boss, some because he want to get closer to his wife.. someday I gonna ask him how close has he got exactly, some gonna leave to get a job in his home town … But then work doesn’t change much.. you gotta work hard for sometime you just train the other guy, or you leave him/her to learn on own and you work the extra mile to get it right… But then when you just turn right to look at the corridor its no more she walking, its no more she coming down and disturbing you, its no more he calling and telling you ‘bhaaaiiii….’ , its no more ‘little-little lete hai yaar’ everything is the same but everything has changed… Next time you just cry loud to your self ‘Don’t Hire whom you Know, Don’t know whom you hire !!’ but then the question doesn’t remain whether you will follow it the million dollar question remains is how will you live with it….

I hope someday I learn to do that….

Hot Coffee served with Cold Memories !

It was just Monday I went to have cold coffee at Durga cafe, and just couldn't stop all those memories gushing back. 

Memories of those crazy long drives to reach there, sometimes all the way from Mumbai just to sip over that cup of coffee, can't forget those friends fighting over  money not that we didn't have any but can recall that stupid person use to always say 'Sutte dya Sutte nahi ahe', and then finally the coffee arriving, that eye-vitamin all around and those comments.

Recalling memories over coffee, making plans for outings, planning to go to appache. Talking all about engineeering cursing some old lost friends, remembering some old broken hearts, some crazy stuff, pasting marksheet in bus to impress someone, driving bike crazy.....

And here I am again standing in front of it, no one to share coffee, I go on counter and give a 100 rupee note and he gives change, strange but true, sip on coffee seeing the crowd around. Kept the finished glass of coffee in the bin and crossed the road. Don't know why but then again just turned back paused a bit, a smile appeared on my face, with moist eyes just shook my head and walked towards my car and put on some loud music. 

Don't know what that music was far, was it to get away from loneliness, was it to forget what I just remembered, was it to just send in the adrenaline without which I can no longer get away, but then with all this noise and traffic around I felt a kind of hollow quite inside me....

From Dimonds to Diapers

21st century and 21st century thinking, a thinking which is no more straight from a book of school of thoughts however loosely bound by frameworks and guidelines as I shall say because principles will be far more hurting to say when we break them or some people call just keeping them in the safe because times are not right.

I still remember Shaun a colleague of mine, a sales guy I would like to call him like me, the only difference is he sells pens for people to buy and write and I sell jobs to people to work and write their destiny, that how I always like to call it, gives me a proud feeling nonetheless its mere bullshit I know at core.  ‘Fancy me’ but it gives pleasure to some so call HR’s like us to put it that way atleast you feel happy because we feel just for a blip we made everyone admire us and the job we do, anyways its really a descent job, ‘Believe me’. Well coming back to Shaun he had spent half of his life under this roof and grew right from a sales trainee to a Sales Manager, he use to proudly narrate the process to every new joinee in the organization and would take pride in making people proud of their decision joining the family (organization). Sixteen – years he use to say with pride, he still remembers the first personnel manager he met in the company Kulkarni Saheb, and all good work that he has done for him, all those hard times he has given him be sending in field and in training and making him what he is today, he admires that guy really ‘Kya sahab tha woh kya batau, muah mein gutka aur din bhar lete rehta tha, sala do minitue jagaha par baithne nahi deta that, leking dil se hira tha, life bandi usni meri sirji kya batau, usnehi merese poora target poora karke mujhe executive banaya sahab, ekdum sahi aadmi….’  and he use to go on from Kulkurni’s to Patil’s to Bhosle’s and on and on and would conclude how great the management was and how good the company was and the people in the stable were that made him what he is today ’a very successful man’. He use always exclaim the company treats its employees like jewels precious diamonds, treasures them, trains them and make them grow with them to become good and then great. And he use to also boast of his Bangkok trips, Thiland Trips and performance bonuses and improvement workshops and good incentives and all those ways the company has recognized him for running in the field and getting the numbers.

We were already sitting on the brink of recession and we were talking about the last recession, we had stringer targets, higher goals, tougher times. Like last recession of 1999-2000 again one tube-light from a pair of tube-lights was removed to reduce electric consumptions, no A/c in the lunch time, no more bus facility, extended working hours and No-Alcohol parties well suddenly No-Alcohol became sign of ethics believe me it was more than that. Everyone was gray and fighting recession hard, but the truth is we were not trying to fight losses we were fighting to maintain profits and improve our top-line, well very few knew it and those who knew disguised it if profits were not maintained all shareholders will quit and we will dwindle. The head Human Resource also had a part to play in this with the business head, reduce flab and make organization skinny, Restructuring they use to call it but moreover its called downsizing. Remove non performing employees, replace more paid employees with less paid and improve the bottom line was the agenda, this is the 21st century HR mantara to fight recession, but I never understood do we have to pass on this heat to employees just to maintain profits, I mean the company dint make losses man…

But the boss is always right It was an October afternoon,  Mumbai is hot and sunny in these days and the room seemed hotter me and Shaun were sitting down over sales figures and individual performances and the only job I was to do is sit with him to reduce manpower retaining the sales, and the only thing he seemed interested was saving all of them but as the meeting progressed he know that not going to happened, we need to take a break, for the first time in my tenure with him I found him sweating, his voice go so low, and he asking for a time off, energy seemed to be dripping out of him, his hands seemed shaky and his spectacles seemed sweaty ‘Sahaab jara dus minitue ke baad list dekte hai’ and he walked outside the room. I can see him from the window blinds of the cabin he was at the water-cooler with a glass of water in hand and a worried face just holding the glass of water, drinking water seemed to be too distant for him a few minutes passed I walked outside the cabin and he said ‘Aya chalo…’

Parmanand Mhale the first name on the list ‘Sahab iska sirf teen mahine ka sales kum hai uski shaadi thi sahib isliye chutti par tha, ise chod do, ladka acha hai kar lega, tension na lo, mein hoon na..’ and stared at me there was a complete dead silence for a couple of minutes and then I said ‘Thik hai aage dekte hai’ and he was relieved, I could see that on his face next name was Vinay Shitole ‘Sir ika performance kam hai lekin isko toh abhi bacch hua hai, isko nikalenge toh uske ghar mein bohat problem hogi just 3 mahine pehle hi biwi ki delivery hui hai, aap hi bataiye’ that was a time when I lifted my red pen all he did was he gazed at me with a blank look his eyes crying out loud to Stop the only thing I can say was ‘lekin performance toh sahi nahi hai na’ and I underlined it red, he raced his fingers over paper back on the sheet to show me he has worked for seven years, he has done lot for the company, we need to reconsider, he had made the company what it is today the only thing I can ask is ‘pichle ek saal ka performance kaisa hai uska’… ‘koi nahi agala dekho baadmein iske baremein fir baat karenge Shaun’… As the evening grew I could see what was happening of him, the only way I could describe it is by leaving to every ones imagination, shoulders drooped down, heart filled with guilt, eyes staring at his feet tears on brink of his eyes and then came the most terrifying gesture of the evening a smile, and a line ‘yeah kya sahab aisa lagne laga hai ki humne inko diper jaisa use karke fek diya kaam hone par’ (well the word was certainly not diaper- take a guess what it will be C***). I can still remember the line and it hurt me again and again and again.. took me through my worst sleepless night.

Next day I went to my bosses cabin with the list some marked red and I knew its just time they will be given pink slip, I just kept the sheet on his desk and was moving out, he stopped me and said ‘now that we are going to get these guys out start searching for better performing guys but at a lesser salary, nahi toh apni lag jayegi’  all I could say was ‘Hmmm’ and walked back and turned around, but I could help noticing another sheet of paper in the same format that I had just placed, it said Managers and above and I could see red marked name on Shaun Desouza, Age : 43 years, total experience 16.5 years, experience in company 16.5 years,  prior experience 0 years, Average Sales …

I couldn’t say a word but just left with a heavy heart I just remembered my induction when he in his own English tone said ‘company treats its employees like jewels precious diamonds….’ And last evening when he mumbled ‘yeah kya sahab aisa lagne laga hai ki humne inko diper jaisa use karke fek diya kaam hone par’… 16 years flushed down the rabbit hole just to save a few cents. Now I know what happens when designations became fancy, when money increased on the block, when 20th Century becomes 21st century, when Personnel Managers become HR’s, when families became corporate, when friends become colleagues, when yaar-loags become professionals, when Diamonds become Diapers…