You say Cant. I say Maybe.
You imply No, I contend possibility.
For those who wish to see me trip,
We shall let fate decide whois weak.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The Indian Railway
3 tickets and 15 rupees later we were standing at the platform waiting for the 215 train. We looked at the other people on the platform and Shwet pointed out that probably no one else had a ticket. So I suggested rather smart-ass-ly that we should pose as Ticket Inspectors and extort a Rp100 fine from each of them. Shwet laughed as he retorted in a disturbingly matter-of-fact manner that they would very much not pay and if we threatened them with a jail sentence they would jump at the chance of free food and lodging!
I must admit, I adore the Indian railway! I stood at the door's end and let half my torso hang outside. The wind howled pass with such gusto it was hard for me to even smile. It was an experience unlike any other. You feel liberated as air rushes into your clothes and washes over your skin. Indeed, it was a welcome respite from the heat on the ground.
As the train came to a stop at an intermediate station, Stanley poked me and pointed to a threesome on the platform across us waving at us? I looked around and realised indeed, they were wacing at us! Maybe theyve never seen a weirdo in Raybans and a chinese hanging out of an indian train carriage before. So I looked at Stanley and I looked at them, and what the heck, I waved at them too as the train departed from the station. They smiled ecstaticly but too bad they didnt start running after the train like in some bollywood flick.
When we 'jumped' off the train at our stop, Shwet warned us to never enter the carriages with stripes for they were meant for ladies only. I asked what if I 'accidentally' jumped into one?
"Oh the women would all crowd around you and start slapping you. Then they will hand you over to the police".
I swear, Im more afraid of Indian women in sarees than burly rickshaw drivers.
I must admit, I adore the Indian railway! I stood at the door's end and let half my torso hang outside. The wind howled pass with such gusto it was hard for me to even smile. It was an experience unlike any other. You feel liberated as air rushes into your clothes and washes over your skin. Indeed, it was a welcome respite from the heat on the ground.
As the train came to a stop at an intermediate station, Stanley poked me and pointed to a threesome on the platform across us waving at us? I looked around and realised indeed, they were wacing at us! Maybe theyve never seen a weirdo in Raybans and a chinese hanging out of an indian train carriage before. So I looked at Stanley and I looked at them, and what the heck, I waved at them too as the train departed from the station. They smiled ecstaticly but too bad they didnt start running after the train like in some bollywood flick.
When we 'jumped' off the train at our stop, Shwet warned us to never enter the carriages with stripes for they were meant for ladies only. I asked what if I 'accidentally' jumped into one?
"Oh the women would all crowd around you and start slapping you. Then they will hand you over to the police".
I swear, Im more afraid of Indian women in sarees than burly rickshaw drivers.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Manja
It was a day of pampering. A soothing massage eased away the tension which has compounded after three weeks of bus rides in India. I reiterate, the bus drivers here have no use for brakes, not even on humps! Anyway Pavin, my masseur hails from Sikhim, a town bordering China. Initially I had reservations of this small looking man but boy did he work his magic. Following which a lovely steam bath did wonders. All this sun and pollution cant be good for the skin, so I reckon some steam ought to remedy the situation. The day ended off with a light italian dinner in a bistro playing my favourite bollywood songs on MTV India. This has certainly given me a taste for being pampered and I think I might just be hooked. Thats why I love developing asian countries. You get the best high end service for a fraction of the cost!
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Sneak preview
"So Mr Mittal, whats our plan of action today", I asked with a cheery disposition. "Err, you continue doing your thing, please yaar". Mr Mittal always gives the impression that he is uber-busy so Im used to it, but I made sure I flashed a wide smile and reassured him "No problem Sir, catch you later".
I was quite disgruntled today as my planned visit to the Ambattur Plant was cancelled by the finance department and i could not continue with my investigations, as such my project came to a standstill. Thus, I approached Mr Mittal enquiring if there was any further data to analyse. Little did he know, he had just handed me a golden ticket.
When I was told my visit was cancelled, immediately my mind entertained the idea of leaving the office early... after all its a Saturday! So, Mr Mittal confirmed that I had nothing new to handle today and when I went to see Mr Veeramani, (the divisional manager who is also my mentor) I found out he was away at Bangalore on business! I jokingly complained to his secretary that he should have taken me, but in reality, my mind started ticking furiously. I had to plan my escape.
I walked into the conference room (our makeshift office) and announced my decision to leave early. I was going to take the train and no one was going to know. Immediately I saw that I got the attention of some sleepy interns and soon we were abuzz with chatter. The plan was down and Shwet and I would simply walk out of the plant at 1pm. We had to ensure we didnt bump into any of the other managers. Stanley was content sleeping on the office couch so he wasnt too thrilled about the idea of riding in the hot sun home.
The clock struck 1250pm and we began our descent from the office floor. Hiding behind pillars and trees, we stealthfully made our way to the gate and held our breadth. The security officer didnt look our way and we confidently walked out of there like we owned the plant, noses in the air and eyes staring straight forward. As I saw the railway tracks, I felt a sense of excitement, I walked on the tracks just to see how it felt like as in the movies!
I was quite disgruntled today as my planned visit to the Ambattur Plant was cancelled by the finance department and i could not continue with my investigations, as such my project came to a standstill. Thus, I approached Mr Mittal enquiring if there was any further data to analyse. Little did he know, he had just handed me a golden ticket.
When I was told my visit was cancelled, immediately my mind entertained the idea of leaving the office early... after all its a Saturday! So, Mr Mittal confirmed that I had nothing new to handle today and when I went to see Mr Veeramani, (the divisional manager who is also my mentor) I found out he was away at Bangalore on business! I jokingly complained to his secretary that he should have taken me, but in reality, my mind started ticking furiously. I had to plan my escape.
I walked into the conference room (our makeshift office) and announced my decision to leave early. I was going to take the train and no one was going to know. Immediately I saw that I got the attention of some sleepy interns and soon we were abuzz with chatter. The plan was down and Shwet and I would simply walk out of the plant at 1pm. We had to ensure we didnt bump into any of the other managers. Stanley was content sleeping on the office couch so he wasnt too thrilled about the idea of riding in the hot sun home.
The clock struck 1250pm and we began our descent from the office floor. Hiding behind pillars and trees, we stealthfully made our way to the gate and held our breadth. The security officer didnt look our way and we confidently walked out of there like we owned the plant, noses in the air and eyes staring straight forward. As I saw the railway tracks, I felt a sense of excitement, I walked on the tracks just to see how it felt like as in the movies!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Deception? You decide.
Its difficult for most to believe that someone can be so optimistic all the time. Its like im standing on a balcony and people are shouting from below that I should take off my rosy specs and throw them away! Well, I had an interesting conversation with Sufian who tickled me funny with what he thought was actually going on.
What actually happened:
"Today i woke up with a cockroach crawling into my mouth, I ate my stale breakfast which I cooked last night, because the landlord doesnt allow electricity in the morning. The bus I traveled on was full of people, packed to the brim, stinking of BO. At work today i got fired and my supervisor spat in my face... 3 times.... "
What I blog:
"Today I woke up with the Sun shining in the My spacious room and my roomate cooking a hot breakfast for me in bed!!. A limosine picked me up with an entourage of beautiful indian actresses, My Boss gave me a promotion as i walked into the door, and gave me the rest of the day Off! I decided to prance around in the park and watch the stunning sunset "
>>Inspired by Sufian Chaudhry.
What actually happened:
"Today i woke up with a cockroach crawling into my mouth, I ate my stale breakfast which I cooked last night, because the landlord doesnt allow electricity in the morning. The bus I traveled on was full of people, packed to the brim, stinking of BO. At work today i got fired and my supervisor spat in my face... 3 times.... "
What I blog:
"Today I woke up with the Sun shining in the My spacious room and my roomate cooking a hot breakfast for me in bed!!. A limosine picked me up with an entourage of beautiful indian actresses, My Boss gave me a promotion as i walked into the door, and gave me the rest of the day Off! I decided to prance around in the park and watch the stunning sunset "
>>Inspired by Sufian Chaudhry.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Madras Landing
My father landed in Madras yesterday for a sojourn. He brought with him an amazing change in weather (and a huge bag of chocolates). For upon his arrival the sun hid behind the clouds like a timid mouse and the wind carried forth a strong breeze from the sea. I remarked in awe and envy at how my dad would not be able to taste the heat of chennai. Nonetheless we basked in each others company and it invariably left me filled with a sense of joy which was apparent to all around me, for a silly smile was plastered on my face all evening.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Confrontation
I caught an auto in the mid day sun and after haggling, we agreed on Rp40 to my destination. Problem was we both werent sure of my destination.. Courtyard Marriot Hotel. All I knew was that it was around the junction of Anna Salai and Eldams Road.
Once we reached the junction, I went with my gut instinct and told the driver to turn right. I usually have a very accurate 'sense' of direction. And as I like to say, I never get lost... I sometimes just take a detour.
Well, after turning right, I knew we were on the correct path and the hotel was just down the road. However the driver stopped the Auto and demanded for Rp40. His rationale? We had reached the junction of Anna Salai and Eldams and he wasnt going any further. I reiterated "Courtyard Hotel, straight". He insisted Rp50. Weirdly, I had already seen this in my minds eye and pre-empted it. I had heard of such hooligan drivers who hassle their passengers and we were all set for a stand-off. Newspapers here even reported about how the traffic police sided these drivers when passengers complain. So here we were, a burly driver staring at me angrily demanding more money.
My dad always says, "When in a confrontation Rizwan, stare at the man and stare deep into his eyes. For eventually he will have to look away for he realises what you stand for". So there I was, I could sense the tension and hostility. He stared at me, his mouth twisted and his eyes fixed on mine. He was leaning out of his seat as he tried to intimidate me. I looked at this 'small' man who was trying to ruffle me. I looked staright into his eyes. I saw the white of his eyes. I looked deeper, I saw the brown of his eyes, And I stared even more intently till I reached the blackness within his eyes. I didnt show any sign of aggresion nor anger. But I looked straight into his eyes, into his soul and told him simply "Courtyard Hotel, Straight, 40 rupees". He stared back with anger once more. I held my gaze and reiterated once more and then again once more.
He must have then realised it was not a battle he was going to win and he simply turned back, faced forward and continued driving. I slumped back in my seat and breathed heavily.
As we approached the final destination, I tapped him to stop and gave him Rp50, expecting my change. He nonchalantly stared infront. I tapped him again asking for my change. Then I told him to return me my Rp50 and I will give him Rp40. I was surprised that he actually returned it. Unfortunately I only had Rp30 in small change and told him so. Then I told him to wait as I would go find change. His facial expression changed and he cursed in tamil under his breath. He took out Rp10 and I stuffed the Rp50 into his hand.
I walked into the immaculate lobby of the Courtyard Hotel and let the aircon cool me down, both literally and figuratively speaking.
Once we reached the junction, I went with my gut instinct and told the driver to turn right. I usually have a very accurate 'sense' of direction. And as I like to say, I never get lost... I sometimes just take a detour.
Well, after turning right, I knew we were on the correct path and the hotel was just down the road. However the driver stopped the Auto and demanded for Rp40. His rationale? We had reached the junction of Anna Salai and Eldams and he wasnt going any further. I reiterated "Courtyard Hotel, straight". He insisted Rp50. Weirdly, I had already seen this in my minds eye and pre-empted it. I had heard of such hooligan drivers who hassle their passengers and we were all set for a stand-off. Newspapers here even reported about how the traffic police sided these drivers when passengers complain. So here we were, a burly driver staring at me angrily demanding more money.
My dad always says, "When in a confrontation Rizwan, stare at the man and stare deep into his eyes. For eventually he will have to look away for he realises what you stand for". So there I was, I could sense the tension and hostility. He stared at me, his mouth twisted and his eyes fixed on mine. He was leaning out of his seat as he tried to intimidate me. I looked at this 'small' man who was trying to ruffle me. I looked staright into his eyes. I saw the white of his eyes. I looked deeper, I saw the brown of his eyes, And I stared even more intently till I reached the blackness within his eyes. I didnt show any sign of aggresion nor anger. But I looked straight into his eyes, into his soul and told him simply "Courtyard Hotel, Straight, 40 rupees". He stared back with anger once more. I held my gaze and reiterated once more and then again once more.
He must have then realised it was not a battle he was going to win and he simply turned back, faced forward and continued driving. I slumped back in my seat and breathed heavily.
As we approached the final destination, I tapped him to stop and gave him Rp50, expecting my change. He nonchalantly stared infront. I tapped him again asking for my change. Then I told him to return me my Rp50 and I will give him Rp40. I was surprised that he actually returned it. Unfortunately I only had Rp30 in small change and told him so. Then I told him to wait as I would go find change. His facial expression changed and he cursed in tamil under his breath. He took out Rp10 and I stuffed the Rp50 into his hand.
I walked into the immaculate lobby of the Courtyard Hotel and let the aircon cool me down, both literally and figuratively speaking.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Singapore Vs India
In Singapore you can kiss in public but not piss in public. No reward for guessing what happens in India.
Photo Upload III
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Sunday, May 20, 2007
Around RK Mansion
As time unravels the mysteries of the RK Mansion, Ive discovered that we live in quite a posh district. With celebrities for neighbours. Just down the road is the house of a famous actor Kamala Hassan, and Mr Gopi also informed me that another tamil celebrity shops at the minimart in our building. Well, I can only hope to get the chance to chat with her, altough Mr Gopi laughed that idea off since she's always with an entourage.
As we walked back to RK Mansion after another colourful day at work, we stopped by some two spas. Oryza looked real posh and the as we stepped into the Rejuvination Spa, a sense of serenity filled us... with calm music and tantilizing scents... it was lovely. They have interesting packages catered for both men and women. From hair grooming to facials and massages. Im so tempted to pamper myself, coz god knows how hard ive been working ;)
The Mansion is becoming friendlier by the week. Ive got to know more neighbours as well as the names of more staff... Eventually it all culminated last night in an interesting conundrum. I have a bad habit of cheerfully ending off a meeting with a new neighbour in the Mansion with four simple words "lets do dinner sometime". Well unknown to me, I had unwittingly made dinner plans with 3 different people all on the same night. And thats a story for another time.
As we walked back to RK Mansion after another colourful day at work, we stopped by some two spas. Oryza looked real posh and the as we stepped into the Rejuvination Spa, a sense of serenity filled us... with calm music and tantilizing scents... it was lovely. They have interesting packages catered for both men and women. From hair grooming to facials and massages. Im so tempted to pamper myself, coz god knows how hard ive been working ;)
The Mansion is becoming friendlier by the week. Ive got to know more neighbours as well as the names of more staff... Eventually it all culminated last night in an interesting conundrum. I have a bad habit of cheerfully ending off a meeting with a new neighbour in the Mansion with four simple words "lets do dinner sometime". Well unknown to me, I had unwittingly made dinner plans with 3 different people all on the same night. And thats a story for another time.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
T.I.I
Its been a trying three days culminating in me having to raise my voice more than once over the phone. Ive been trying to secure a direct internet connection to my room and a series of unfortunate events has been hampering its progress. Unfortunately today I had to be very aggresive over the phone to Mr Suresh, the engineer assigned to set up my connection. Im all for being charming and polite to everyone but sometimes there is a need to be persuasive and aggresive. I think I might have shown Stanley and Sameer (my new neighbour) a new side of me.
After hanging up on Mr Suresh, Stanley reminded me "T.I.I". I smiled and agreed "This is India". We've learnt to accept the circumstances we cant change and we've garned some wisdom to differentiate between those which we can. Anyway after personally going down to Hathway office (which is a 5min ride away) and emphasizing my sorry state of affairs to a senior officer, it was arranged for Mr Suresh to head down to my room again to resolve the matter.
Mr Suresh arrived not looking to pleased, but I put on a 'smile' and allowed him to get to work. Naturally I wanted to mend any rift as I believe people are always more helpful when they like you ;) So I initiated some small talk and soon we were chatting about Singapore and Chennai and the horrible weather. While we waited for settings to load and such, I complimented Suresh on his good command of english and we joked about my horrendous Tamil, all over some cold drinks I had bought earlier. Well to cut a long story short, by the time the connection was up and running, Suresh told me to call him anytime I needed assistance and was glad to be of service.
All in all, Im just thankful we finally have our own personal internet connection. I guess there needs to be a good mix of agressiveness and charm to persuade people to do what you want.
After hanging up on Mr Suresh, Stanley reminded me "T.I.I". I smiled and agreed "This is India". We've learnt to accept the circumstances we cant change and we've garned some wisdom to differentiate between those which we can. Anyway after personally going down to Hathway office (which is a 5min ride away) and emphasizing my sorry state of affairs to a senior officer, it was arranged for Mr Suresh to head down to my room again to resolve the matter.
Mr Suresh arrived not looking to pleased, but I put on a 'smile' and allowed him to get to work. Naturally I wanted to mend any rift as I believe people are always more helpful when they like you ;) So I initiated some small talk and soon we were chatting about Singapore and Chennai and the horrible weather. While we waited for settings to load and such, I complimented Suresh on his good command of english and we joked about my horrendous Tamil, all over some cold drinks I had bought earlier. Well to cut a long story short, by the time the connection was up and running, Suresh told me to call him anytime I needed assistance and was glad to be of service.
All in all, Im just thankful we finally have our own personal internet connection. I guess there needs to be a good mix of agressiveness and charm to persuade people to do what you want.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
A wish
For those who do not know this story it is about footsteps in the sand. A man has a dream in which he is walking across the seashore with his god next to him. He sees his and his lords footprints in the sand and the scene flashing across the sky from his life. During his most hardship times in his life, he only sees one set of footprints, which makes him question the Lord. He says, Lord I thought that once I have faith and believe you, you would never leave me but I see during the most hardship times I only see one set of foot prints. The lord said my child I love you and will never leave you the prints you see in the sand are mine it is I who carried you.
Well I know God's probably reading this blog too, so Thank you God! Thank you for walking through Chennai with me and giving me the strength to remain optimistic. Thank you for the pair of rosy shades which only allow me to see the good in every situation. I shant go into detail but events surrounding me have made me reflect and filled me with immense gratitude.
Well I know God's probably reading this blog too, so Thank you God! Thank you for walking through Chennai with me and giving me the strength to remain optimistic. Thank you for the pair of rosy shades which only allow me to see the good in every situation. I shant go into detail but events surrounding me have made me reflect and filled me with immense gratitude.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Think Big
After the presentation on CSR (corporate social responsibility)...
Rizwan: Sir, I would love to volunteer my time if you have any CSR activities lined up in the near future.
Mr Justin: No!
(Im not used to hearing that word, No)
Rizwan: But why?!
Justin: Youre too small.
Rizwan: Sir, it is not the stature of a man, but the size of his heart that matters.
Justin: You and your big words...
Rizwan: Sir, I would love to volunteer my time if you have any CSR activities lined up in the near future.
Mr Justin: No!
(Im not used to hearing that word, No)
Rizwan: But why?!
Justin: Youre too small.
Rizwan: Sir, it is not the stature of a man, but the size of his heart that matters.
Justin: You and your big words...
Tongue rolling
We were seated in the tantilisingly cold lecture hall waiting for a presentation today. So all us 6 interns sat at the back as the programme was actually meant for new management trainees and we were simple gate crashing.
So, candidly chatting away, I told the guys a secret. I cant whistle. Ok wait, rewind...
We were talking about the weekend at the mall and if we had seen any pretty faces. Uttam was explaining how he stared at this girl for half an hour while she tried on different shades of lipstick. I didnt understand how he could so blatantly stare at someone for so long and get away with it. Wasnt it rude? Then the guys told me I was in dire need of a cultural lesson. And they promised to impart their skills over a 2hour crash course this week, so that I may practise staring next weekend. But I made it very clear, If I get slapped over the weekend, there will be hell to pay!
So, candidly chatting away, I told the guys a secret. I cant whistle. Ok wait, rewind...
We were talking about the weekend at the mall and if we had seen any pretty faces. Uttam was explaining how he stared at this girl for half an hour while she tried on different shades of lipstick. I didnt understand how he could so blatantly stare at someone for so long and get away with it. Wasnt it rude? Then the guys told me I was in dire need of a cultural lesson. And they promised to impart their skills over a 2hour crash course this week, so that I may practise staring next weekend. But I made it very clear, If I get slapped over the weekend, there will be hell to pay!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Photo Upload II
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Sunday, May 13, 2007
Its my life and I'll blog if I want to
After 1 week with Ashok Leyland, I think Ive settled down into a comfortable routine. Some naysayers believe that life should never be routine but I think Im most effecient when im rolling on a healthy routine. Well, heres a glimpse into a normal work day:
530am: Wake up, wash up and prep up.
610am: Leave RK Mansion for the bus stop, its as bright as 9am in Singapore.
625am: Reach the bus stand and smile at strangers
630am: Board company bus and sit by the window, take out The Hindu and read it
730am: Reach Ashok Leyland and proceed for breakfast
745am: Reach office and greet all my fellow interns
8am: Read an e-book. Right now Im reading about the art of speaking.
9am: Find my mentor and bug him, He says he will be with me later and never appears
9am: Have nice hot tea and settle down to work or play around
1130am: Proceed for lunch with the guys
12noon: Cross the road into the lunch hour bazaar that comes to life everyday. Buy a packet of yummy hot peanuts wrapped in newspaper.
1pm: Bug my mentor again and try to get some work done
2pm: Tea time again, this time with a snack, followed by more chatter and hopefully work
4pm: Pack up and head off for the company bus-stand
530pm: Reach RK Mansion after a 15min humid walk in the evening sun.
6pm: Have a chat with Mr Gopi and head off to the Internet Cafe
7pm: Walk back to RK Mansion and sit around the living hall, either reading the papers, watch cable TV or chat up someone for the day. Yesterday I had a lively political talk with a lecturer also staying in the Mansion.
8pm: Dinner time. Stanley and I have decided that we'd eat in 3 times and eat out 3 times a week. Mondays are considered off days.
83opm: Shower and talk on the phone.
830pm: Watch Mr Bean, Just for Laughs and Takeshis Castle on TV every weeknight
10pm: Fall asleep :)
530am: Wake up, wash up and prep up.
610am: Leave RK Mansion for the bus stop, its as bright as 9am in Singapore.
625am: Reach the bus stand and smile at strangers
630am: Board company bus and sit by the window, take out The Hindu and read it
730am: Reach Ashok Leyland and proceed for breakfast
745am: Reach office and greet all my fellow interns
8am: Read an e-book. Right now Im reading about the art of speaking.
9am: Find my mentor and bug him, He says he will be with me later and never appears
9am: Have nice hot tea and settle down to work or play around
1130am: Proceed for lunch with the guys
12noon: Cross the road into the lunch hour bazaar that comes to life everyday. Buy a packet of yummy hot peanuts wrapped in newspaper.
1pm: Bug my mentor again and try to get some work done
2pm: Tea time again, this time with a snack, followed by more chatter and hopefully work
4pm: Pack up and head off for the company bus-stand
530pm: Reach RK Mansion after a 15min humid walk in the evening sun.
6pm: Have a chat with Mr Gopi and head off to the Internet Cafe
7pm: Walk back to RK Mansion and sit around the living hall, either reading the papers, watch cable TV or chat up someone for the day. Yesterday I had a lively political talk with a lecturer also staying in the Mansion.
8pm: Dinner time. Stanley and I have decided that we'd eat in 3 times and eat out 3 times a week. Mondays are considered off days.
83opm: Shower and talk on the phone.
830pm: Watch Mr Bean, Just for Laughs and Takeshis Castle on TV every weeknight
10pm: Fall asleep :)
Friday, May 11, 2007
Mercury Rising
We actually did some work today. Stanley and I began the day by collecting relevant data and attempting to map out all the vendors in greater Chennai. I also had a lively debate with Mr Wesley, a manager at Strategic Sourcing. We were arguing about the perception of Quality and he gave me some interesting insights to how brand image is intertwined with quality perceptions.
Meanwhile, talking to the other MBA interns brought back memories from NS. They were talking about skiving from work and boy, I was such a professional at the dissapearing act during the army days! Well, I reckon with abit of sweet talking and smart thinking, we're planning to travel west to Banglore at the end of this month and spend around 2 days there. And perhaps later on, Stanley and I are planning to visit Uti, a nice lil hill station with cooler weather. At Ashok Leyland, Sunday and Monday are supposed holidays but everyone comes back to work on Sunday. So Sunday has kinda become a normal work day again all thanks to the rat race. However, I reckon, we can weasel out of a few Sundays here and there and do abit of travelling out of Chennai. At 42.7degrees and with the mercury set only to rise, I desperately want to escape from Chennai!
Meanwhile, talking to the other MBA interns brought back memories from NS. They were talking about skiving from work and boy, I was such a professional at the dissapearing act during the army days! Well, I reckon with abit of sweet talking and smart thinking, we're planning to travel west to Banglore at the end of this month and spend around 2 days there. And perhaps later on, Stanley and I are planning to visit Uti, a nice lil hill station with cooler weather. At Ashok Leyland, Sunday and Monday are supposed holidays but everyone comes back to work on Sunday. So Sunday has kinda become a normal work day again all thanks to the rat race. However, I reckon, we can weasel out of a few Sundays here and there and do abit of travelling out of Chennai. At 42.7degrees and with the mercury set only to rise, I desperately want to escape from Chennai!
Towel Thambi
Imran would love Chennai. Everyone here carries a lil towel around. Its a must have! Its the only relief to the profuse pespiration. Im gonna get myself 6 baby towels to help me through the week. However dear Imran, no one slings the towel over their neck and goes to work. Its always neatly tucked away in a pocket.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Lights out
Lets be honest. I was waiting for it. I was waiting for my first Indian black out. And last night it visited me in a cloack of darkness. Just as I was about to fall asleep, it came. Initially I was surprised, and took a deep breath. But I was prepared for its arrival. Calmly with a torchlight in hand, Stanley and I made our way to the main lobby, only to find no one else bothered. Life was going on as per normal. A huge contrast to when the mains would trip in Singapore and Aisha would scream so loud, Nadia would tell me about it the next day. Here, no one seemed to bother. So we left the building and realised that the whole district was plunged in darkness. We just sat down and calmly waited for its departure and true enough 15 minutes later, the 'ordeal' had ended. Not terribly exciting, just another day in India.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Chennai Express
6am in the morning, falling asleep on the company bus:
" Where are you from?"
"Singapore, National University. Im here for a 2 month internship. Have you been to Singapore?"
" No, Ive not but Ive heard alot about Singapore!"
" Really? Like...?"
" Its a very clean city and the punishment is very harsh. Very harsh!"
" Yes thats true, you cannot run from the police"
" Ya, I hear If they catch you throwing rubbish, they stone you to death!"
" Where are you from?"
"Singapore, National University. Im here for a 2 month internship. Have you been to Singapore?"
" No, Ive not but Ive heard alot about Singapore!"
" Really? Like...?"
" Its a very clean city and the punishment is very harsh. Very harsh!"
" Yes thats true, you cannot run from the police"
" Ya, I hear If they catch you throwing rubbish, they stone you to death!"
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Photo upload
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Ten things Im grateful for Today
1. Hot water for a soothing morning shower at 5am
2. Lovely new work wear in brown with brown seude shoes.
3. Friendly HR Manager at Ennore; Mr. Justin whom we had fun talking to for 2 hours.
4. My army experience which seems to again leave me with invaluable wisdom in handling logistics systems. The knowledge is so applicable to supply chain management.
5. My double degree in NUS and how it complements what I love doing: Management Consulting. When the Manager of Strategic sourcing interviewed me and asked me what Ive learnt thus far, he found my experience in NUS highly relevant and had no issues allowing me to blend management with engineering know how.
6. An interesting internship project dealing with the supply of Steel from nationwide plants to Ashok's vendors. It means I'll be travelling around and observing how different steel mills operate and come up with recommendations.
7. Everyone works in a huge hall in tiny cubicles under numerous fans. You cant escape the humidity. But by the blessings of above, we got a large office with windows and aircon! I would not trade that aircon for anything. All thanks to the "coincidence" that a manager is out of town.
8. We get our own computer terminal equipped with internet but it also comes with a host of rules of dos and donts.
9. Shwet Sindha. An MBA student also working on a seperate project. Shwet was seated in the same empty office we'll be sharing. He has travelled India extensively and has offered to help us plan our 10 day tour of India! He is also provides a wealth of knowledge on anything India. Its a joy conversing with him.
10. Im just grateful that at the end of the day Ive been given something to be grateful for. I shall always remain optimistic for complaining is of no use in the land of the burning sun. And before I sleep every night, I will remind myself, Im being well looked after.
2. Lovely new work wear in brown with brown seude shoes.
3. Friendly HR Manager at Ennore; Mr. Justin whom we had fun talking to for 2 hours.
4. My army experience which seems to again leave me with invaluable wisdom in handling logistics systems. The knowledge is so applicable to supply chain management.
5. My double degree in NUS and how it complements what I love doing: Management Consulting. When the Manager of Strategic sourcing interviewed me and asked me what Ive learnt thus far, he found my experience in NUS highly relevant and had no issues allowing me to blend management with engineering know how.
6. An interesting internship project dealing with the supply of Steel from nationwide plants to Ashok's vendors. It means I'll be travelling around and observing how different steel mills operate and come up with recommendations.
7. Everyone works in a huge hall in tiny cubicles under numerous fans. You cant escape the humidity. But by the blessings of above, we got a large office with windows and aircon! I would not trade that aircon for anything. All thanks to the "coincidence" that a manager is out of town.
8. We get our own computer terminal equipped with internet but it also comes with a host of rules of dos and donts.
9. Shwet Sindha. An MBA student also working on a seperate project. Shwet was seated in the same empty office we'll be sharing. He has travelled India extensively and has offered to help us plan our 10 day tour of India! He is also provides a wealth of knowledge on anything India. Its a joy conversing with him.
10. Im just grateful that at the end of the day Ive been given something to be grateful for. I shall always remain optimistic for complaining is of no use in the land of the burning sun. And before I sleep every night, I will remind myself, Im being well looked after.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Walk the walk, Talk the talk
Its stated that chaos is the most natural state a system would reside in. Its in equilibrium when its in chaos. Just like your room, you clean it up but eventually it slips into a mess again. You cant avoid it. Indians know this best so they just dont seem to bother. Chaos works well here, everything seems chaotically organised. And in a system where there is no organisation, where there is no system, most Singaporeans would just fall flat on their face. I mean look at it this way, there is no one you can complain too! You dont like what you get? Tough! Call the police? What police?
To live in a society whose foundation is built on chaos, there is only one resolve. Talk, Charm and Feel. The people are the blood in the veins of this pumping city. You want something done? You need people to do it for you. You want something done even better? You need the person to like you.
Today Mr Suresh from corporate HR arranged for accomodation at RK Mansion for us for the remaining 2 months. We are supposed to pay 400Rp each per night and Stanley and myself thought this was way over our budget. So once we reached RK, I went on the charm offensive.
Mr Gopi spoke good english and looked like a friendly man. So we talked to him about our predicament. I explained how we were only earning Rp10000 a month and couldnt afford the rates. The only reason we accpeted to come here was because we needed to familiarize ourself with the company bus routes. So after a few rounds of chatting, talking about Singapore, about our first weekend in Chennai, asking about his wife and kids, and just engaging in small talk, Mr Gopi said he would call his boss and try to arrange something for us.
However in the meantime, a hostile Mr Suresh called my mobile and asked why I demanded Rp250. I was taken aback and calmly explained to Mr Suresh that it was more of a suggestion than a demand and that Mr Gopi had graciously accepted to help us source for accomodation. I assured Mr Suresh I woulld keep him in the loop and that was that.
Eventually our efforts paid off and Mr Gopi was pleased to inform us that his boss has agreed to a discounted rate of Rp250 per night in the same room. It was a relief and I took Mr Gopi's hand expressing my heartfelt gratitude and praise for his arguing our case.
However the search is far from over. Stanley and I have decided we dont really like this area of Chennai, and so we're sourcing for more lively accomodation. In the meantime, we'll spend 3 or 4 days here with Mr Gopi and get to know him better ;)
To live in a society whose foundation is built on chaos, there is only one resolve. Talk, Charm and Feel. The people are the blood in the veins of this pumping city. You want something done? You need people to do it for you. You want something done even better? You need the person to like you.
Today Mr Suresh from corporate HR arranged for accomodation at RK Mansion for us for the remaining 2 months. We are supposed to pay 400Rp each per night and Stanley and myself thought this was way over our budget. So once we reached RK, I went on the charm offensive.
Mr Gopi spoke good english and looked like a friendly man. So we talked to him about our predicament. I explained how we were only earning Rp10000 a month and couldnt afford the rates. The only reason we accpeted to come here was because we needed to familiarize ourself with the company bus routes. So after a few rounds of chatting, talking about Singapore, about our first weekend in Chennai, asking about his wife and kids, and just engaging in small talk, Mr Gopi said he would call his boss and try to arrange something for us.
However in the meantime, a hostile Mr Suresh called my mobile and asked why I demanded Rp250. I was taken aback and calmly explained to Mr Suresh that it was more of a suggestion than a demand and that Mr Gopi had graciously accepted to help us source for accomodation. I assured Mr Suresh I woulld keep him in the loop and that was that.
Eventually our efforts paid off and Mr Gopi was pleased to inform us that his boss has agreed to a discounted rate of Rp250 per night in the same room. It was a relief and I took Mr Gopi's hand expressing my heartfelt gratitude and praise for his arguing our case.
However the search is far from over. Stanley and I have decided we dont really like this area of Chennai, and so we're sourcing for more lively accomodation. In the meantime, we'll spend 3 or 4 days here with Mr Gopi and get to know him better ;)
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Muhammad from Malabar
As I stepped out of the hotel, the security guard promptly stood up. We exchanged smiles and I continued on to Malabar Muslim Association. I stopped infront of the gate to read a plaque which made me feel right at home. So I went in wandering if there was perhaps a mosque in the compound. And I came across a lanky young indian guy who welcomed me and we began to chat. He brought me into the mosque to look at the prayer times and theres something about a place of worship which always brings serenity.
At 625pm, I heard the welcoming call to prayer from my hotel room and left Stanley to sleep as I crept out. As I walked out of the hotel again, the guard stood up and I saluted him. He merrily acknowledged me. Its warming to see people from all over making their way to the mosque to heed the call. On the way out after prayer, the young man was waiting for me at the gate. He introduced himself as Muhammad and we continued our exchange. Muhammad introduced Hafidz to me who was interested in coming to work in Singapore. I told Muhammad about my plight as I needed to locate cheaper accomodation and he agreed that the hotel was robbing me in broad daylight. We wanted to exchange phone numbers so I ran up to my room to grab my handphone.
Now, this time as the security guard stood up again to greet me as I left the hotel, I went up to him, put my hand on his arm and asked him why he stood up everytime he saw me. He said it was his job. I implored him not to stand, he could continue sitting and he just laughed it off. So I continued on to Muhammad and Hafidz and we exchanged contact details. Then Muhammad took me for a stroll along Kenneth Lane to look at other hostels and restaurants. As we walked I realised Muhammad had a limp but that didnt seem to affect him and we continued chatting. Its invigorating to talk with a total stranger and connect with him. Muhammad told me that unfortunately he would be returning to Kerala tomorrow and was sorry we might not meet again. I thanked him for showing me the sights and introducing me to the area and we parted with a hand shake.
Later that night as Stanley and I walked back from the Malabari Restaurant which Muhammad showed me, and I told him all about the people I had met and how it would be sad to leave Kenneth Lane when we check out come Monday.
At 625pm, I heard the welcoming call to prayer from my hotel room and left Stanley to sleep as I crept out. As I walked out of the hotel again, the guard stood up and I saluted him. He merrily acknowledged me. Its warming to see people from all over making their way to the mosque to heed the call. On the way out after prayer, the young man was waiting for me at the gate. He introduced himself as Muhammad and we continued our exchange. Muhammad introduced Hafidz to me who was interested in coming to work in Singapore. I told Muhammad about my plight as I needed to locate cheaper accomodation and he agreed that the hotel was robbing me in broad daylight. We wanted to exchange phone numbers so I ran up to my room to grab my handphone.
Now, this time as the security guard stood up again to greet me as I left the hotel, I went up to him, put my hand on his arm and asked him why he stood up everytime he saw me. He said it was his job. I implored him not to stand, he could continue sitting and he just laughed it off. So I continued on to Muhammad and Hafidz and we exchanged contact details. Then Muhammad took me for a stroll along Kenneth Lane to look at other hostels and restaurants. As we walked I realised Muhammad had a limp but that didnt seem to affect him and we continued chatting. Its invigorating to talk with a total stranger and connect with him. Muhammad told me that unfortunately he would be returning to Kerala tomorrow and was sorry we might not meet again. I thanked him for showing me the sights and introducing me to the area and we parted with a hand shake.
Later that night as Stanley and I walked back from the Malabari Restaurant which Muhammad showed me, and I told him all about the people I had met and how it would be sad to leave Kenneth Lane when we check out come Monday.
Dont try to change India, Let India change you
I was expecting quite a noisy wake up today morning as its India, and isnt India all about the hustle and bustle? However we slept in till 10am easily. We had to get our prepaid cards so off we went to the nearest shopping complex.
Indian experience no1: Bargaining with the auto rickshaw driver. Our conceirge told us to expect to pay 20Rps for a ride and so off we went. First guys Rp50. We walked away. Second guy Rp40, I reiterated Rp20, he said come on its a sunday, Rp30. Ok fine.. Rp30. I sense that when you talk to people and you hold them, you get the message across better. A pat on the back or such, works well.
The rickshaw ride was great. Its a great way to travel. Fast and cheap with the wind in your hair, plus you get a good look around town. Anyway, my first meal in India was... "Cantonese noodles" Great huh? LoL. Im gonna be eating Indian veegtarian everyday in the company for the next 8 weeks so I reckon, might as well go Chinese in India. We took ou first stroll along Chennai in the blazing Indian sun and it was madness. It really saps away your energy and your spirit but finally we found Satyam Complex.. a mega cineplex. I thought why not catch Spiderman3 (in english), but alas.. looked like the 6 other million chennai residents thought the same. So we just made an about turn and headed back.
This time knowing that the auto ride was gonna cost Rp30, we started our hunt for another bargain ride. This Indian gentlemen, offered Rp50...
"My friend, I came here for Rp30, Im not paying Rp50."
"Boss, go back must make big turn, longer"
"I said ok, bye"
So he agreed to Rp30 and we sat in the rickshaw then he started some hanky panky. He hadnt started the auto yet but turned back and spoke to us. He said I take you for Rp30 but we make 2 stops at shops, you just go inside and see for awhile. I was growing impatient and looked at Stanley. Ok fine, we said we will only look. (I knew this bum was gunning for a commission) But I told him straight on.. "Im not buying anything, only going to look see for 5mins" He was insinuating we should be more interested. Unfortunately, I dont have much patience under the India Sun.
So I just got out and we walked a few steps down to find another driver who agreed to Rp30. When we returned to Hotel Pandian, I realised, gosh, we're staying right opposite Malabar Muslim Assoiation. (Some people will understand). Anyway we decided to spend the rest of our evening online at the internet cafe.
Our first day in India wasnt bad really. Besides the scorching sun (I must remember my sunblock), it was quite an experience. We'll soon retire for dinner and some DVDs to kill the night. Tomorrow we visit Ashok Leyland HQ.
Indian experience no1: Bargaining with the auto rickshaw driver. Our conceirge told us to expect to pay 20Rps for a ride and so off we went. First guys Rp50. We walked away. Second guy Rp40, I reiterated Rp20, he said come on its a sunday, Rp30. Ok fine.. Rp30. I sense that when you talk to people and you hold them, you get the message across better. A pat on the back or such, works well.
The rickshaw ride was great. Its a great way to travel. Fast and cheap with the wind in your hair, plus you get a good look around town. Anyway, my first meal in India was... "Cantonese noodles" Great huh? LoL. Im gonna be eating Indian veegtarian everyday in the company for the next 8 weeks so I reckon, might as well go Chinese in India. We took ou first stroll along Chennai in the blazing Indian sun and it was madness. It really saps away your energy and your spirit but finally we found Satyam Complex.. a mega cineplex. I thought why not catch Spiderman3 (in english), but alas.. looked like the 6 other million chennai residents thought the same. So we just made an about turn and headed back.
This time knowing that the auto ride was gonna cost Rp30, we started our hunt for another bargain ride. This Indian gentlemen, offered Rp50...
"My friend, I came here for Rp30, Im not paying Rp50."
"Boss, go back must make big turn, longer"
"I said ok, bye"
So he agreed to Rp30 and we sat in the rickshaw then he started some hanky panky. He hadnt started the auto yet but turned back and spoke to us. He said I take you for Rp30 but we make 2 stops at shops, you just go inside and see for awhile. I was growing impatient and looked at Stanley. Ok fine, we said we will only look. (I knew this bum was gunning for a commission) But I told him straight on.. "Im not buying anything, only going to look see for 5mins" He was insinuating we should be more interested. Unfortunately, I dont have much patience under the India Sun.
So I just got out and we walked a few steps down to find another driver who agreed to Rp30. When we returned to Hotel Pandian, I realised, gosh, we're staying right opposite Malabar Muslim Assoiation. (Some people will understand). Anyway we decided to spend the rest of our evening online at the internet cafe.
Our first day in India wasnt bad really. Besides the scorching sun (I must remember my sunblock), it was quite an experience. We'll soon retire for dinner and some DVDs to kill the night. Tomorrow we visit Ashok Leyland HQ.
Touchdown
Sitting in the airplane with an apple juice in hand, staring down at the indian subcontinent, i felt a sense of spiritual centering. Like Ive come back to the heartland. Ive all these images of gorgeous India in my mind nurtured by years of bollywood and I couldnt wait to touch down.
However the moment I stepped out of the airport, india impaled me, right through the heart. It was a mad rush. People shouting, vehicles horning, the smells, it all simply cant be described. But with optimism within, we took our first steps forward. We sat in a yellow top ambassador taxi, an experience in itself. No where else in the world can you find an ambassador.
I recall reading that Chennai had an amusement park, but trust me, the roads are a thrill ride in itself. They dont use brakes at all, instead they horn. Horn for no rhyme or reason, Horn to add to the rhythm of the nation. After a while, you just gotta sit back, put your faith in the 16 yr old driver and enjoy the wind on your face.
Hotel Pandian was as expected, basic. Simple accomodation in a good location. We just had to get an aircon room and it was totally worth it. Since we had a filling meal onboard, we went straight to bed once we settled in, which was around 1am. Tomorrow is a day of exploration, lets see what India can throw my way.
However the moment I stepped out of the airport, india impaled me, right through the heart. It was a mad rush. People shouting, vehicles horning, the smells, it all simply cant be described. But with optimism within, we took our first steps forward. We sat in a yellow top ambassador taxi, an experience in itself. No where else in the world can you find an ambassador.
I recall reading that Chennai had an amusement park, but trust me, the roads are a thrill ride in itself. They dont use brakes at all, instead they horn. Horn for no rhyme or reason, Horn to add to the rhythm of the nation. After a while, you just gotta sit back, put your faith in the 16 yr old driver and enjoy the wind on your face.
Hotel Pandian was as expected, basic. Simple accomodation in a good location. We just had to get an aircon room and it was totally worth it. Since we had a filling meal onboard, we went straight to bed once we settled in, which was around 1am. Tomorrow is a day of exploration, lets see what India can throw my way.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
To India with an open mind and open arms
Looks like we're off to a magnificent start! There is just something about standing around in the departure gallery of an airport. You really feel like a citizen of the world, surrounded with people of all nationalities. I strolled around for abit before coming across the free internet terminal. Ok, back to why its a great start...
I had a great check-in officer who ever so nicely asked me" Sir, would that be an isle or window seat in First Class?" That made me smile.
Then at the immigration counter, I merrily chatted with the officer for like 4 minutes and I bet my parents were getting worried staring through the glass barrier. I mean immigration is one thing you wanna clear as fast as you can... haha, but we chatted about my passport photo and how i needed a new one since im more handsome now.
So to end off, before I leave Singapore, I have to send a shout out to all my friends who so graciously offered to see me off. Im touched. The next time I blog, its gonna be from hot, humid, crowded, mad chennai!
I had a great check-in officer who ever so nicely asked me" Sir, would that be an isle or window seat in First Class?" That made me smile.
Then at the immigration counter, I merrily chatted with the officer for like 4 minutes and I bet my parents were getting worried staring through the glass barrier. I mean immigration is one thing you wanna clear as fast as you can... haha, but we chatted about my passport photo and how i needed a new one since im more handsome now.
So to end off, before I leave Singapore, I have to send a shout out to all my friends who so graciously offered to see me off. Im touched. The next time I blog, its gonna be from hot, humid, crowded, mad chennai!
Genesis
A wise young woman once told me.
"You need three things in life: Education, Experience and Exposure"
And that very much sums up the beginning of this adventure...
"You need three things in life: Education, Experience and Exposure"
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