Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
- No ladder takes you beyond 89.
- There are 6 snakes deployed between 90 and 95, one at each step. So whoever crossed over has crossed over, no one can make it past 89 in the future at all.
- There are some ladders that originate from outside the board that have the ability to take you past 95. This is not a common knowledge and cannot be used by anyone within the system.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
No Auntie. He is here. You just did not ask right question. He does not live, he just exists… Please come in and meet him. He has waited for you long enough.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Having spent some good number of years in the IT industry on the technical side, I understand this side of the industry now. Being here and keeping my eyes open has helped me get the rhythm of this industry! I have not made it in life already that time now to start a book. But I have never hesitated from sharing what I have learnt. Lessons were many and upon “public” request, I am sharing some. :)
Ask for it: If you want it, work towards it. But at the same time express the desire to have it. Make your bosses aware that you are aspiring for it. Say it.
Value yourself: Open your eyes to the fact that there are a lot of people making mistakes and while it is great to be passionate about winning, don’t hold yourself always responsible if you do not win as beautifully as you would have wanted; or even if you did not win at all. (Unless you are sure you screwed the entire thing :) )
Don’t think you are indispensable: Anyone and everyone can be replaced. Steve Jobs was kicked out of Apple and Apple survived. Vivek Paul moved out of Wipro and nothing (apparently) changed. Sunil Gavaskar and Kapil Dev retired and Indian Team survived. Who do you think you are?
Death is near if you do not know how to survive: Software goes obsolete, hardware goes obsolete, and humans are no different. Till no one notices, you are like a chewing gum which is in the mouth for over two hours. Sugar gone, flavor gone. The moment one pays attention, you will be out in the big black plastic bag. It is important to keep learning. Or be ready to land in the big black plastic bag.
Learn to ignore: Some jargons used in industry are insensitive but are cool you know. So if you are being addressed as a Resource, or you are the Body that is getting shopped, close your eyes to it. These are harmless words and someone is feeling good and in vogue mouthing these. Some people are not even aware that this may sound insensitive and they utter it because what’s the problem – everyone says it. Let the ignorant be happy.
Humility is a boon: Never forget it at home. You will always perhaps be noticed but never be respected if you are not humble. Don’t demand respect, command respect.
Growth: Please be logical. Just because you are the best coder around does not mean you are ready to lead the team. There may be someone who is not as good a coder, but is extremely meticulous in his work and has a good knowledge of process too. Why should a not-so-good-coder code and the good coder lead? Leading does not meaning writing good code. Have you heard of the Rabbit story? Get it here.
More some other time.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Baba, my granddad. I never saw him. When I was at an age I started asking questions, I found myself getting drawn to his portrait in my room. The stories that I heard about him, from Amma (my grandmom) or my Dad and Mom always infused tremendous respect in me for him. As a child when I asked them where he was, I was told that he had gone to Himalayas to meditate, to worship. No one though added the next line that I somehow added in my head – that he will come back some day. And when I reached an age where I started understanding what a garland on a picture meant, I could not believe that his picture had a garland. I wanted to meet him. For me he was the most affectionate most understanding man. I wanted to meet him, even if it meant a long wait. In my child thoughts about how people always misunderstood me, I knew he knows it all. I found him always looking at me from his picture, and he had a slight smile. This was almost reassuring that he understood me and loved me. I had this belief that he will return some day. I trusted his wisdom to know me and understand me and never misinterpret me. I wish I never had that wisdom to understand he was gone forever, and that he would never return. I wanted to meet him so much. He was my favorite.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
There was a lot going on. A lot! I was sleepless for days together and I was feeling like a zombie. And then this trip came up. It clashed with an important milestone at work, but I decided heck there is always something or the other going on at work. I put my personal life under axe like all the time and this is most definitely going to be an exception. And I was convinced I was not cancelling my trip.
Days were busy – is an understatement. Days were crazy and Thursday was no exception. I had meetings till 4 and flight at 5.35. But you got to do what you got to do. In this case I had to go. So I approached the day with a little extra care, to be able to rush through the day as early as possible, but finally day got over at the anticipated time – 4. I left for the airport. My luggage was in the trunk of a friend’s car already so there was no detour planned. I was heading out to
It was going to be 6. Flight was scheduled for a 6.50 departure. I decided to check if the gates were same as printed on my boarding pass. I went to the nearest Flight timetable and scanned it for my flight number. Could not spot it. I took out the folded thin paper boarding pass from my pocket and checked for the flight number. Yes, I was looking for the right number. So I scanned the screen once more. Still not displayed. Darn Continental! Come on you can do better. I moved to the boarding gate, which had a Continental Airlines staff scribbling something on a notepad. I asked her if she was aware of the flight status. She looked at my boarding pass and said, it just left. And with, God knows why, a quizzical look on her face asked me – where were you? You missed your flight Mam.
I did what!? You got to be kidding me. How can I miss my flight! It was scheduled for 6.50 and it is 6.05.
Yes, but it was not the scheduled departure, it was the anticipated departure time because there was a delay in arrival of the aircraft. But we managed to complete the boarding in 15 minutes after it came in because we always want to make up for the lost time. And we paged for you a couple of times.
But how can I not hear when you page for me? When did you page for me? (I was being a little unrealistic at this point of time because I was so shocked. What was the big deal in not hearing it when all my attention was towards the books)
Another gentleman had joined this lady by now and he said, I paged for you myself Miss Ajay (and he said it as a-zh-ae). He went on to say, I know it is possible I would not have called your name correctly but we announced boarding and departure of the flight also a couple of times. I am sorry. Let me see what we can do best in these circumstances.
Still in shock and completely still in shock, this sounded like some hope. “Yes please! You know I need to go. It is important. Book me in the next.”
He gave me a reassuring look and looked at this computer screen. He looked at it for couple of seconds which looked like eternity to me. He raised his head in slow motion and said – the best I can do is I can confirm you on the Monday morning flight.
Monday morning! We are on Thursday evening right now. I am going for the weekend and Monday is when I come back. Can you find out if there is something available with any other provider?
Well, I can look up for you, give me a moment. And then he raised his head again to say I think with others also the fastest you can move out is going to be Tuesday morning.
My eyes welled up, but I was not crying, not yet. He suggested I should go and pick up my bag from the carousel in the baggage area.
I walked out, totally unable to digest the entire thing. A trip planned so much in advance, days spent finishing up work to make it happen, day spent to make sure I reach in time putting a cap on all that was important, and finally getting to the airport in time. Missing the flight sitting at the airport was UNREAL.
I reached the baggage area and saw my lone bag sitting on a carousel that was not even moving. It was very quiet around here. And that’s when it sunk in – I missed my flight. My screwed up life was getting worse by the minute. There were moments, there were people slipping out from my hand like sand and I was unable to tighten a grip on anything. This plane too took off without me, with confidence, without feeling apologetic. Why to feel bad about running down someone who everyone runs down. I felt like a loser! I felt enraged!
I called up my friend who I was supposed to visit – holding back my tears and fighting that lump in my throat, I said – I missed my flight.
“No you did not. What? Are you serious?” She was convinced I was goofing as I do that a lot.
I really did.
I don’t know, I just did. Lump started showing in my voice.
Oh! Ok, don’t feel bad. It’s ok. Some other time. Go back home.
What do you mean by go back home? I missed my flight but that does not mean I am not coming. (I had no idea what I was talking about right now). Now get on the internet and find me a ticket.
Did you try looking for one?
Yes I did and they say there is no way I can go out. Not today, not tomorrow, and hell not after that either.
Ok, with a question mark. So what do you want me to do?
Find me another flight.
It is going to be expensive if we get one too.
I don’t care. (I wanted to get over this Loser feeling. I was ready to pay any price for it) Find me anything. ANYTHING! Please!
She was ruffled by now. “Ok let me see”. Walking between two aisles in Walmart, she applied brakes and started thinking what could she do. She called up a friend and asked him to help her research this.
In less than 5 minutes I got a call from her – urgency in her voice – Anu, run towards US Airways. They have a flight leaving in another 30 mins, they probably are boarding now. This will take you till Laguardia airport. You will get a connection from there in an hour and you will be here by 12.
I ran towards US Airways counter and asked the lady at the counter if there she could book me into the next flight and the connection to
But the website is showing some seats available.
I am not sure why because we are really booked.
My face fell and she sympathized. “Let me see what I can do.” She got back to her computer screen. I got a call from Yo, my friend, again to check if I was in for some luck. I told her there wasn’t any good news so far. She started researching for more. And I just remained connected on the phone for any information. Lady at the counter asked me what if there was none today, would I like to try something for tomorrow. I told her that was my last option. I will also take something that goes till close by if not
Couple of minutes (that looked liked eternity) later, that lady called me and said – if you believe in God, time to thank now. Someone just cancelled a ticket and hence we may be able to book you to
Some phone calls later, my car was booked and ready too. I was at the boarding gate and this time I kept a close tab on all announcements and proceedings on that gate. I finally boarded the flight. I reached
I was exhausted, but I was happy. There was a sense of accomplishment!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Had heard so much about this show called The Moment of Truth. Finally got around watching it recently for the first time on YouTube. (Ok I reach late everywhere). And I was aghast! I was stunned at the kind of questions that were asked. Money does attract people but you can not finish them in the name of entertainment. Some understand the consequences only when they face them. Reality shows are entertaining but there needs to be a limit to everything. Money has this tantalizing effect on people but well this is something else. Everyone has secrets, who doesn’t?
But washing someone’s dirty laundry in public in the name of entertainment and luring participation offering some small money (which most of the times they are unable to bag – and mind you it IS small for the price one has to pay later) is criminal. I think the episode I watched was one that made maximum news, where they successfully put a “The End” to a woman’s not so bad if not a super exciting married life. She clearly did not understand the repercussions while playing the game. And as the game unfolded, her winning kept getting higher, but her loss was worsening with every question. After a point, she perhaps got immune, and she just wanted to blurt out all the truth because “there was nothing left to hide any more”. And then comes a killer question – Do you think you are a good person? Now, what kind of question is this! As simple as it may look, it is not a mere Yes or No kind of question. It is not Black or White kind of question. There will be conflicts in the mind of a person who has led a life the way she has. And she comes up with a Yes. But the intelligent detector does not think she has given the right answer. And here she is, confessing to just everything, on national television, blowing up her marriage, bowing to an Ex (who I am sure will be on a high with the whole world knowing he is so sought after), and going back with NOTHING!
What’s life shattering for one is entertaining for others. And I am not talking about morality and things, am just talking about a behavior here. Someone’s life is getting ruined with so much drama, a TV channel presents to us as entertainment, making some big money out of it, and we do not mind taking a peak in someone’s life at all. Hell we love our gossip sessions. Who needs a kaamwaali bai to give some fresh masala for our unabashed ears and blatant mouths? We get our gossip quota direct from TV. No effort required. Served on a platter.
I did sit through the entire episode, and then was thinking of going for the second one. But I am glad I decided not to. Thankfully conscience decided to wake up.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
She was curled up like a ball in her bed. It was eleven in the morning. It wasn’t a weekend either. But she had no desire and no strength to get up. He finally walked out on her. She had never imagined he would do that. He always had love in her eyes when they were together. He was the mushy one in the relationship. He was the one who brought up discussions like names of their kids in conversations. He was the one who would come up with the plan of their dream house every now and then and get dreamy eyes about it too. He made the rule of he cooking for her once a week at least after they were married. And he made the rule of one vacation a year where he would break her phone in two if she used it at all. He was the more emotional one when she was leaving for this four months course, ofcourse to come back as soon as it got over. She felt everything and more, never could express it, never felt the need to, and loved it when he did. Her eyes carried appreciation for him and she knew he understood that. But she was gone for just four months when he changed his mind. In the pretext of – you deserve some one better than me. hunh! Friends had warned her about him. But he convinced her that he was genuine. He looked genuine. He loved her. She felt it. She hated herself for feeling love in this relationship when there wasn’t any. She had set some values for herself. She shouldn’t have overlooked those. A drop silently escaped her eye and rolled down. She had never imagined this. He was a master. He got all he wanted. Use and throw. She felt uneasy in her feet. She knew he used her. She didn’t know when she was using her, all was love, all was good. People say move on. Can she ever? Easier said than done. Really. She can not reverse the time. She wanted to kill him. How could he do it? How could he just crush her this way? She was filled with rage. Friends are now saying move on. Had it been this easy. Had it been a sheet written on with a pencil that she could erase all the marks.