I was driving back to Pondy after meeting a client in a place called Rettanai, a very remote village. I was crossing the GST road and stopped at a place called Kooteripattu X Road for some refreshment.
I had stopped at a typical road side transit point shop. Everything about the shop was temporary, including the coin phone box and the ice box. I was smoking and having a Coke, when it started raining very heavily. A policeman ran into the shade of this shop for shelter and so did a dirty looking dog. The space was enough for the four of us - The shopkeeper, the policeman, I and the dog.
The dog was the shopkeeper’s friend and kept brushing itself against him. I could see that he was hungry.
I decided to buy a Tiger biscuit packet and give him some biscuits. I opened the pack and when I offered him the biscuit, he wouldn’t take it at all. He turned away at first, and when I walked around and put the biscuit near his snout, he sort of pushed it away and turned away again.
The shopkeeper decided to intervene. He asked the dog to eat and then he started accepting my biscuits and wagging tails at me. We finished with the biscuits and he just went off to a corner of the tarpaulin enclosure and sat on his haunches.
This is exemplary behavior and highest discipline, and coming from a street dog, it bowled me over completely. I was asking the shopkeeper how long he knew the dog, and the reply was 6 months. The dog would have been an adult when he started patronizing the shop. Then where, how and when was he trained? Why did he become a street dog? Did he run away? Was he abandoned? Did he lose his way somehow?
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Thursday, November 05, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
To get fresh air!
I live in Pune now. Far, far from Chennai. This seems like a foreign country to me. This is a foreign language they speak. I am unable to get any chilli bajji here, or for that matter many of the things I had taken for granted Tamilnadu.
I have moved into Marketing now. I now handle Product Planning for our company, one in a team of 5 people, managed by a senior GM. I have been in sales for 4 years now, and I am going through a major transformation, at least so I thought when I was asked if I would be willing to move into marketing.
My immediate thought was the escape from month ends and targets. I knew there would be stress in any job, but this would not require a lot of travel. And I could go to office and come home every night to my family.
I decided to make the move despite the not so rosy financial situation we were in. I was of the opinion that one has to make a few sacrifices to get ahead in life, and in the long run, it would be alright.
I had been wrong on a few things.
I never knew how much I would miss the regular travel I have been taking for a nuisance the past 4 years. To go to office everyday is a thing I hate, I realize now.
I assumed sacrifices will be made by me readily. Now to think of selling my beloved motorcycle, the Zahir, and my first car, White. I feel like a morally corrupt person to throw off things. So much for my love of things. But I just cant see my things, my automobiles, bath tub, , being used by somebody. It is like abandoning a pet. Would they feed it properly, would they have a covered parking space, etc. Shit, the list of worries on this front go on like anything. So I decided not to make the both the sacrifice for my career aspirations. I decided to bring them here, and use them as sparingly as possible, without getting caught by the cops. It may seem impractical, so my wife and parents say.
I thought marketing was the natural progression for a sales guy with a management education background. I was excited when I though I would be managing a brand. It was what people do sitting in HQ, telling people how to advertise, how to campaign, how to promote, etc. Now when I am in this shit, I see meetings happening with ridiculous agendas:
• Project Planning of Product planning programs
• Market opportunity analysis process – to develop a template for understanding market opportunities and standardize the process of delivering products/brands/value, etc……blablabla……..
• There will be a meeting tomorrow to discuss the key take aways from the last meeting. Each member is to bring a write up on the above subject.
• The actual amount of time spent in thinking and executing the actual work will be 10%. The rest is spent doing fancy things, completely unrelated.
People are a lot more sophisticated. They like giving things names, making presentations to the top management – mind you, they literally fight for doing this. They like being snobbish, give themselves airs, trying to look intelligent. At the end of the day, they are being strictly professional, just what the employer wants. They would call meeting the customer for feedback as VoC – Voice of Customer. They would call a detailed project objective as PRF – Product Request Form. This gateway, that gateway, Gateway of India, etc. It’s designed to make morons sound intelligent. When I came in, it all seemed very intelligent, but to know what each term means, all these people here are running a swindle. Conning people and getting ahead in life.
People generally try to look very busy. But you go within what they do, they play solitaire most of the time, and they browse wikipedia, google news, ebay, solving the Friday puzzle in our intranet, etc. This means there is a lot of time for people to think about their environment and their colleagues, generally to be idle and think bad and not so bad things about people. Politicking is very common, and from where I came, all this did not matter. You were worth the gold for the numbers you showed in every month’s review. Here it is different. You are worth who you know. Your worth is in being in the good books. A rebel doesn’t fit in, and so does a person with a different attitude.
People in the office are stagnant. One can say this from their blank stares and bland smiles. There is no josh in anyone. There is no laughter in the office. So much work to be done, and people are just wary of small talk and time waste.
I don’t know how this will read to people who have had desk jobs their entire career, but I think this is not what I should be doing. I would become a stupid professor, a jargon crunching asshole and a scheming fox.
To meet 100 new people every day, I would give anything. To stop this suffocation, I would give anything.
I have moved into Marketing now. I now handle Product Planning for our company, one in a team of 5 people, managed by a senior GM. I have been in sales for 4 years now, and I am going through a major transformation, at least so I thought when I was asked if I would be willing to move into marketing.
My immediate thought was the escape from month ends and targets. I knew there would be stress in any job, but this would not require a lot of travel. And I could go to office and come home every night to my family.
I decided to make the move despite the not so rosy financial situation we were in. I was of the opinion that one has to make a few sacrifices to get ahead in life, and in the long run, it would be alright.
I had been wrong on a few things.
I never knew how much I would miss the regular travel I have been taking for a nuisance the past 4 years. To go to office everyday is a thing I hate, I realize now.
I assumed sacrifices will be made by me readily. Now to think of selling my beloved motorcycle, the Zahir, and my first car, White. I feel like a morally corrupt person to throw off things. So much for my love of things. But I just cant see my things, my automobiles, bath tub, , being used by somebody. It is like abandoning a pet. Would they feed it properly, would they have a covered parking space, etc. Shit, the list of worries on this front go on like anything. So I decided not to make the both the sacrifice for my career aspirations. I decided to bring them here, and use them as sparingly as possible, without getting caught by the cops. It may seem impractical, so my wife and parents say.
I thought marketing was the natural progression for a sales guy with a management education background. I was excited when I though I would be managing a brand. It was what people do sitting in HQ, telling people how to advertise, how to campaign, how to promote, etc. Now when I am in this shit, I see meetings happening with ridiculous agendas:
• Project Planning of Product planning programs
• Market opportunity analysis process – to develop a template for understanding market opportunities and standardize the process of delivering products/brands/value, etc……blablabla……..
• There will be a meeting tomorrow to discuss the key take aways from the last meeting. Each member is to bring a write up on the above subject.
• The actual amount of time spent in thinking and executing the actual work will be 10%. The rest is spent doing fancy things, completely unrelated.
People are a lot more sophisticated. They like giving things names, making presentations to the top management – mind you, they literally fight for doing this. They like being snobbish, give themselves airs, trying to look intelligent. At the end of the day, they are being strictly professional, just what the employer wants. They would call meeting the customer for feedback as VoC – Voice of Customer. They would call a detailed project objective as PRF – Product Request Form. This gateway, that gateway, Gateway of India, etc. It’s designed to make morons sound intelligent. When I came in, it all seemed very intelligent, but to know what each term means, all these people here are running a swindle. Conning people and getting ahead in life.
People generally try to look very busy. But you go within what they do, they play solitaire most of the time, and they browse wikipedia, google news, ebay, solving the Friday puzzle in our intranet, etc. This means there is a lot of time for people to think about their environment and their colleagues, generally to be idle and think bad and not so bad things about people. Politicking is very common, and from where I came, all this did not matter. You were worth the gold for the numbers you showed in every month’s review. Here it is different. You are worth who you know. Your worth is in being in the good books. A rebel doesn’t fit in, and so does a person with a different attitude.
People in the office are stagnant. One can say this from their blank stares and bland smiles. There is no josh in anyone. There is no laughter in the office. So much work to be done, and people are just wary of small talk and time waste.
I don’t know how this will read to people who have had desk jobs their entire career, but I think this is not what I should be doing. I would become a stupid professor, a jargon crunching asshole and a scheming fox.
To meet 100 new people every day, I would give anything. To stop this suffocation, I would give anything.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Uthangarai
14th March, 2008
I was in a place called Uthangarai – a remote hamlet in a corner of the Krishnagiri District. It is on the crossroads between what used to be 2 very busy trucking routes in Tamil Nadu.
Over the years, the significance of the place on the state map has gone down. The roads have deteriorated and the locale remains one of the least developed in Tamil Nadu in terms of infrastructure and industry.
Public transport is very bad or is not well connected. So people have to go in for their own means of transportation. This area remains one of the top rural markets for taxis and vans for ferrying people to Vellore, Salem and Chennai – 3 places where the many business interests of the people here lie.
I had stopped in Uthangarai to meet a customer of ours. I was leaving to Chennai and I had run out of cigarettes. I stopped by at a small shop and asked for a pack of Gold Flake Kings cigarettes.
I handed out a Rs. 100 bill and the shop keeper didn’t have stock, so he walked over to another shop and got it for me. The pack costs Rs. 38 normally. In villages you get it for Rs. 40. But this guy gave me change of Rs. 55 – meaning the pack had cost me Rs. 45.
He gave me a statement before he handed me the change – “Sir, the amount of money you spend on this pack of cigarettes can buy 20 kg of rice from a government fair price shop”.
My casual reply was, “Nothing can be done about that”
Then I asked him, “Why does this pack of cigarettes cost Rs. 5 more?”
He says, “That is the rate the other fellow gave it to me for”
I reply, “If you don’t have the stuff in your shop, how can you buy it for me at a cost higher than the normal cost?”
He says, “OK sir, since you are so concerned about the money, I will return the material and give you back your money”
He returned the money and I asked him, “Why do you think this Rs. 5 is not so important to me? Do you think people make money without working or do I look like a fool?”
He mumbles something and just goes away.
As I was driving back I was wondering – it was a new thought to me that one pack of my cigarettes is worth more than 20 kg of food grain in our country. Is it that the food is cheap or is it that the tobacco is costly?
A man who buys rice from a ration shop buys it at Rs. 2 per kg. I am not eligible for this scheme because I make than Rs. 10000 per annum. I have to buy rice at Rs. 22 per kg from a normal grocer. I bet the guy who tried to make Rs. 5 from me did not know this.
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