Apart we go....

and then we had to part,
there came two lanes too fast.
sketching small steps away,
walking away halfheartedly,
her eyes said i miss you,
that moment i was lost,
her shadow dissolved in the darkness,
those dark eyes, still in my heart i bore,
days later its only heavy a little more...

Making POWER Powerpoints (Part 1)

Part1

The 1st issue in most times is stage-fear, which can be over come only by practice, but i do u agree you might not get that may chances to practice like u solve a math problem until it comes.
Sometimes u will have only one chance to prove yourself.


To start with, one has to understand what kind of audience he is dealing with.
Tell us 1st deal with

Audience who have little or no knowledge of what you are gonna present. 

General Instructions are the usual ones which include

• Avoid too many colors.
• Slides must look pleasant.
• Keep it simple
• Make use of good fonts
• Dont use paragraphs

They are two Tricks which can lift up your powerpoint standards
You actually do not need to use the Microsoft .

Golden Trick 1.  Relate The central idea in the slide with something people can recognise.

For example in this slide the central idea is to convey the message to keep things simple, when u relate it with PHILIPS caption, it creates an impact.

Golden Trick 2. AVOID BULLETS.

In case you have to use limit yourself to 3 bullets.Each slide must contain one tweet like a sentence and a picture.Pictures speak better than words.Rest you can speak up, the line should be such that it helps the audience to stick with the central theme.

The Master of presentations/ my personal favorite presenter is Steve Jobs. You could google some videos.

My first Job ....

Definitely a great feeling to write about your first job.


Had one week orientation in Mumbai, its a kind of boring presentations etc i will skip this part and nothing interesting to write about may be sometime when i have to fill pages i will write about that part :P ...

So, to begin with i was sent to hosur (coffee plant). I was but in a average hotel, but to me it was great , because there had been a time where i had no place to stay and i had to a night in Railway station and bus stand. When i reached bangalore i had a cab booked for me to go to hosur and that was a strange feeling to go alone in a cab, when my whole life was spend traveling in "share autos".

Skipping the formalities part in the factory, in couple of weeks i started to understand the system.
Seeing the operators and their wages in the company i felt that they are exploiting them was relating back to my histroy class from 7th garde about industrial revolution . Then seeing a bigger picture of myself i realized i am also a worker , but at least they have a union and we dont have it, and then going further my boss also reports to some and he too stand up and call "Yes Sir" while answering his boss call. So, i came to conclusion that corporates exploit people. But the even the CEO of the company is answerable to someone(stake holders) but then every other company in every other country operates the same way.

But one incident changed my view partly ... The was one operator who was struggling with a old modeled lift which generally gets tripped every now and then. I told him to tell the to inform the electrical department after half an hour i saw him he was still pressing the lift button. Slowly as days passed in the factory came to understand why one is still a operator for years and the other manages the entire factory. There is something that differentiates an operator from a manager and a manager to a CEO and that difference is that defines a "Leader".

More on next part....

I will definitely go deep in the next part as my tutor says :P ....
 

Desi-vedesi

Desi-vedesi

While the debate of brain drain goes on….. there are still so many gre takers year after year and offcousre we come to know many PECians becoming Americans year after year.(the recent e.g. being Mr sivakumar) Though visa is granted only for 2 years we talented Indians outnumber the Americans stealing their jobs(speaking from the American perspective) and settle there. I am quite familiar with the procedure of America yatra as many of my cousins have tried and failed and also succeeded. One of my cousin got a good score but failed in the visa procedure trying for 3 times, while another cousin went through the procedure for the first time itself.  I am not against going abroad, off course one will if it offers better opportunities and are interested in offbeat career options.

Let me tell u my story or the story in which I play a part, like a comedian with a little sentimental character. I even doubt if it is a story itself…
My bro was leaving to UK(Scotland more precisely) to do his MS(computer games tech)I was happy about this thing . I was assigned to receive them from the central stations who were arriving by “pinakini express” which generally arrives late by at least by 15 mins, came early by 20 mins and they were waiting outside the station by the time I arrived.
We reached home in cab with heavy baggage which appeared as large containers as human hands are lifting. Somehow we managed to lift them upstairs.

People going overseas generally have heavy luggage but my brothers was a few milligrams less than the usual tonnage. That evening, I brother and his friend Mohan headed to our famous hanuman temple in our locality which is taller than a coconut tree of about 32 feet. I and my friends generally visit the temple whenever we r hungry or on special occasions like when mom cuts food at home. While returning from the temple bro walked in to reliance fresh to buy some missed out things. He bought cosmetics ranging from moisturizers, fairness creams (all the girly stuffs) and even soaps it appeared crazy but he has to save pounds not rupees. He even shaved his head going to triupati in order to cut the hair cut expenses for at least 6 months.
Finally reaching home the final packing was to begin, by the time our house was a complete mess. Then I took a small nap and soon it was 1:30. The car driver was sharp with his sharp blowing horns waking me from my micro mini nap.
I was so excited to go to the airport eager to see various colors of rainbow(off course in the international terminal you find imported ones too) everyone were on cloud nine, even the luggage they were the first one to get into the sumo. In mins the taxi doors were closed, I somehow managed to squeeze in the back seat with the luggage. The pistons fired, power transmitted to the wheels and the tatasumo rolled forward (I sounded mechanical for the first time). In no time we got in to the airports departure terminal, got a trolley for the luggage and entrance tickets to the viewing gallery (costly place- the main story runs here). Bro made through the actual entrance and we to the viewing gallery. Soon all our eyes we searching for the stylish star of the day with his sparkling blue striped outfit. Finally we spotted our jiagle jigale rambabu standing in the Q for scanning the luggage. Eyeing for my brother I was parallel processing my scanning and rating processes.
After the scanning and weight checking bro came back to return few (only 2 he took ) books which were heavy(as e books are available today) . A kg more than 23 would cost 100 $ extra. Then we proceeded to the immigration cheque Q (I was what was it) for almost an hour only brothers clean shaven head was visible(not even his dazzling shirt).I never had the idea of going to abroad and study, but seeing my brother I got inspired may I was impressed by the airport, luggage or may the colors.
My grandma standing beside me was asking a silly question like if the will allow the passengers to board the flight like in buses, as a time pass bored of looking my bro’s head I patiently answered her and explained about aeronautics of  air travel(I am engineer na)
Soon my bro was back for the final good bye. First I spotted the swollen eyes of grandma the tears were hanging between the two eyelids. I and Mohan did not speak with bro giving the whole time for pedhamma/periamma as a mom she was giving all sort of advices and my bro promising he will be back as the same “vikramaditaya” (with the same shaven head!!) slowly I saw tears flowing as Niagara falls In pedhamma’s eyes. My pedhanana who generally very active and gives good advices (I am not sarcastic) was very silent in the whole story. Even his eyes were swollen, may as a man he did not or may he wanted to but did not. (Men do cry sometimes). I and Mohan were looking at each other not knowing what to do or what to speak off course we had nothing to speak. We could not hear anything in spite of the noises in the airport and I had only one thing in my mind running, I never wanted to go abroad that long and study. Though my bro’s voyage hurt me what most hurt was the tears in pedhamma’s eyes.(may be a mom would not feeling so much even if he is leaving to Kashmir at least there is a guarantee that will return in 6 months, as it still in our country na ) my bro finally left consoling pedhamma. Suddenly I turned back and could not find pedhamma, my heart skipped a beat, I found her standing and looking for her son through the two glass windows of the office of the Thomas cook travel agency but she could not find him, looking her, my legs trembled and I could not walk steadily. All our foot spans were short. I was wonder how my thoughts changed within an hour from liking to go to abroad and then disliking it or hating it. We were back in the car I occupying bro’s seat with Mohan. The sumo steered slowly away from airport, Mohan asked something I could not speak bcoz, it was a long journey back home with a large lump in my throat.

21 June 2011 

A week later bro mailed me his photos celebrating ganeshchaturdhi with “INDIANS”.

Harnessing hurdles

I was standing on the edge,
crossing a broken bridge,
i could go anywhere i wish,
but afraid if there is something not to miss,
it appears everthing is so complete,
but when i look again its incomplete,
lonely i stay trusting my self,
a few pat my back and say u cant,
but i say no i wont,
i dont have answers to all the questions,
but i am defined by these missions,
i may be slow, as roadblocks hit me hard,
but i am happy that i jump over each hurdle.

7 June 2012 

My Address on Cheznous'12 (Hostel day)

Good morning my dear fellow students
I started having this crazy habit of writing lists 2 years ago, when someone asks me what you want to be in life, I say I have a list , do you have time. so today I have 10 facts about hostel which had their inception or conclusions from hostel.
In hostel you meet 4 kinds of people,
firstly someone who exactly does the same thing as you would.
Someone who does the exact opposite of what you would do,
somone who does something you have never even heard of before
and someone who does what everyone does but does it a totally unconventional way
these 4 intersections of ppl meet in hostel.

Its only in hostel you understand the practical meaning of the phrase “money does not grow on trees”  but they are made up of cotton fibers , but there are no cotton trees in PEC, hence you have to call your parents and scratch a plastic card.

Hostel has taught us many things, it has taught us punctuality if you are late you will miss your chicken, but still hostelrs are always late to class.

For the 1st time you realize that bittergaurd made at home, which you hated from the age of 5 actually tastes awesome.

Hostlers are nocturnal, they are always busy at night playing counter-strike, AOE or either watching how I met your mother and vampire diaries. Ok!! Not everyone play games, there are a few bookworms, they always study this book called the FaceBook.

This one is hard to get, if you can’t just forget it.  Society as such doesn’t exists and you cant change society, if you are lucky you can only change an individual.

This is my 5th time I am here(on the stage) in this year. My knees still buckle everytime I stand on the stage, but I have the courage to come back and that is what hostel has taught me.

Long back on the first day you came to hostel, little you know what you would become but by the end you will know who you are ? and what you are? And that is a greatest gift to be treasured.

At the end I would like to close this with a line from a favorite song of mine “tonight’s gonna be a good good night”.

24 March 2012

"How magi has revolutionalised our lives"

I wrote this at the most awkward time and after having magi at the most awkward time at 3 PM(hope my mom doesn’t hear this)
After quenching my hunger I thought it did deserve some appreciation. So we are gonna figure out "how magi has revolutionalised our lives".
The most infamous truth is that magi takes almost 15 mins to cook and nt 2 mins.
Once which was a evening snack when we were young is now a late midnight snack.
It is the best known and the most economical alternative to mess food.
and though noodles have to eaten by fork or chop sticks I seriously believe they taste better when eaten with hands.
It is dangerous to cook magi when everyone are awake because the aroma tickles their noses and they will prey on ur magi.
Magi nt only provides its noble service to hostel dudes but also to wives who do nt know to cook.(sorry I am nt offending women, when men have every right nt to learn cooking women do trust me…)
Magi is the only reason a daughter in law can tell proudly that I can also cook, when interviewed by their mother in law.
Magi would have never appeared that colorful and beautiful as it appears in the wrapper because making that in such way will be called cooking.
Magi has also found its place in the bollywood by making its guest appearance in the romantic scenes.
Magi is undoubtedly a world leader as none of the new noodle services have been able to override it.
Writing this I discovered that magi spelling is MAGGI…(I had to look at the wrapper to check this out)....

15 January 2012 

What a cyclone can teach you...

Its been year and a half since I wrote a poem, here I am trying out again fascinated by the idea of spoken word poetry.  And I am writing about  -  what a “cyclone can teach you”….

After living so comfortable for so many years for the the first time you realize water is essential to wash your ass.
Suddenly eating and drinking become the most important activities of the day than taking bath.

You start wishing for a bright sunny day while all over the year you wish you get a holiday because of rain.

Finally you realize that the basic requirement of a mobile is to communicate and not to flirt with your gfs or bfs.

Suddenly deep from your memories your goals and dreams disappear and you only wish for whats called a “normal day”
A 250 ml water packet worth Re 1 becomes so precious than your fast-track watch which you were very proud of.

Its diwali time only when you are given power only for 3 hrs through a generator but still you could do nothing except to recharge you mobile knowing that the telephone tower is down

While writing this I understand that even the tiny droplets of wax from the candle are also beautiful.

And is after 6 pm someone tell you silence is golden they are probably lying at you.

And the only truth the cyclone has left to me is that a cyclone for two days can teach you a lot more than 2+ 2 years of engineering can…

Finally only after writing the last line I realize this is the most awkward poem I have ever written and it can’t be called as a poem.

Sorry that I did nt have immediate access to fb to share it….

written after experiencing Thane Cyclone @puducherry 3rd jan 2012