Monthly Archives: January 2013

Bicycle accident

Rewind to 1993, I was 6 years old. Like any child grown up in congested rectangular block house of typical lower middle class Indian family, I dared to dream since then.

I remember my first dream was neither to drive a fancy car nor go to scenic locations that were shown in Hindi movies aired on zee television. It may sound silly now(but justified to my context at that age), but it was to ride a bicycle and vroom through our streets. Cycle bug bit me after a friend of the same street showed off his new bsa bicycle.

My dad had a Bajaj Chetak scooter and neither of siblings had a  bicycle. I cried for days and skipped meals and got beaten up by parents for pestering them to buy a new bicycle. Giving their financial situation, finally deal was made, they would offer me 6 rupees on every Sunday to hire a bicycle, which would cost 2 rupees for an hour.

I precisely remember how crucial that 2 rupees were to me. I was darn careful. It wasn’t just about one hour of bicycle riding but about satisfying my whims and ego of the child within. Within two to three months I vroomed all through the streets of my locality to show off my skills. Slowly other friends who couldn’t afford to buy a bicycle followed me and I formed a small gang who would meetup on Sunday after breakfast and vroom all over. Now that I have made a gang of 4 to 5, we used to vroom all through racing in the narrowest streets I’ve ever seen. The friend with bsa bicycle came along and joined the racing only to fall on the stones and get hurt into a bad shape, after I hit his bicycle accidentally.

Next scene was his father summoned my mom, colony heads and others to gather in the common area. He shouted at me saying I was the one who was spoiling others, and gave me the grand title “Rowdy”. I couldn’t stop laughing for that comment,  thinking he was over reacting, not realising love for his son, only to get slapped by my mother in front of 20 odd people.

But then the advantage of being a pampered child of a wonderful mother is that she took me to her side later in the evening and told, If she hadn’t slapped me, he would beat me up more than that for the damage that I have done to his son(broke his hand). I asked mom naively, “When everyone else scolded why did she care for me, was it because am her son?”. To that she said “Caring and love doesn’t have to change for what others do to you. One can still chose to love.”Then I knew what mother’s love was.This incident had an indelible impression on me to love others despite their shortcomings and wrong doings during my formative years. Practicing  unconditional love has grown on me ever since. Infinite thanks for my mom.

Never after that I’ve embarrassed my Mom and I rode bicycle peacefully till an age of 17 without hurting anyone 🙂

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Work place conversations

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January 2012….

Colleague1 : Satish I have a good news… I have been offered a job with 7 lakhs package in ZYX*** company.

Me : Sounds good..so whats the job profile. How was the interview?

Colleague1 : Its the same as here, Java developer. Interview was very tough. Had 4 rounds of grilling sessions. Thanks to interview questions on internet. Am through….

Me : Wait…. same profile and just the higher package. Did you even bother to ask what project it will be or what customer/domain you will be working for ?

Colleague1 : Nope.

Me : So you just answered the questions and came back. No questions from you..?

Colleague1: Infact I had a question, about percentage of variable pay on the whole. You know that company has pick and drop facility and free food. Our company sucks!

Me: So same work and fat pay check. Congratulations mate.!!

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September 2012
Developer: Satish, shouldn’t our project go to hell. Its junk man.. no one else on the earth uses this framework. This is junk.

Me: Ya, inhouse framework and no one uses it explicitly but still isn’t it event based programming and oops after all.

Developer: You are in so 1980’s. Come to 2012 sir. Spring, Hibernate, Pega, etc.. are the hotcakes. Pega pays helluva packages. I want to get trained in one of things and get out of here…

Me : Hmmm… Whats the difference between composition and aggregation in oops ?

Developer: Fuck off man.. you are a arrogant jerk!! You cant question your senior developer like this…

Me: Thank you.
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Conversation with an old bus driver in a State Government Transport Garage – April 2009:

Me: Sir, I have heard from others you are the senior most driver here and 5 times best driver award. How did you manage to stick to the same job for these many years ?

Driver: If its my mom who gave me birth, this organization which gave me re-birth. I am so much so obliged to this organization.

Me: Hmmm.. so you never had any passion for which you want to dedicate your life to ? Definitely being bus driver shouldn’t have been yours..what was it ?

Driver: Nothing. I had no goals. We had less options and we were taught one thing in the childhood. Its not what you do, how you do. God has assigned me with this duty, am performing it with my fullest dedication. Over the years it became by passion. I mastered this art of driving.

Me: However, these days everything is money. The pay hikes are very low over here since beginning. Wasn’t it difficult to catch up with inflation and your responsibilities?

Driver: Its not the package beta(son) how much you save for a rainy day matters.

Me: Hmm….
He prays to God before starting the bus from garage for the day. I was told he does it ever since he joined when he was 28. He was 56 when I met him.