This post is for all those people who hate their managers. That being said, I advice those who don’t hate their managers to either start hating them or stop reading this post here. I prefer the former though.
It starts with the fact that they are the MANAGERS and these so-called managers consider the rest are just a bunch of douche bags. Anyway, that one thought proves the fact that its otherwise. This is a personal opinion and hence there are a few exceptions. Incidentally, I always fail to understand their point of view.
What do you budding engineers think you’ll be, later at some point in life?? Should I answer that question too? Damn, this country is heading nowhere. The answer is – SLAVES! Let me explain how you’ll end up being a slave.
After your graduation, you either start looking for a job or pursue higher education. The ones who opt for post-graduation are safe for another year or two. But what about the salary-seekers?? They bag a handsome-salary in some IT organization or an engineering institution. They’re happy for a couple of months. Mind it, its just a couple of months. Posted somewhere they dislike and are made to work day and night relentlessly. You cannot voice your opinion or your problems even if there’s a separate cell that hears to them. Cos’ they don’t want to compromise their business in exchange to the employee’s welfare. Simple as it is, you work 24/7, any time during the day or night presumably and get something in return just like the old days. The only difference being one used to get food back then for the work they do but nowadays they’ve improvised on that, they pay you in currencies so that you buy your own food. At least one is not devoid of the choice of food.
Now to the point I left before. Try asking your boss something that needs change. What do you get in return? The answer is who-is-the-boss! Even if your idea would turn the business from bankruptcy to the No.1 on Forbes, it makes no sense to them cos’ they are the ones who always got to make the decision, of course turning down any help they are offered.
SLAVERY SLAVERY SLAVERY !
India supposedly earned freedom from the English. I would say, we earned something that was stolen from us. Think about this, your phone is stolen and you buy it for a price from the same person who stole it. Ridiculous isn’t it? Don’t bother, I’m not even going to that point. I don’t want anybody shooting bullets up my arse!
I’m sure anybody would have been a victim of an arrogant boss. I find the them intellectually masturbating at times like those. So we do not commit the same mistake ever, NEVER EVER. As they say, Live and Learn from Fools and from Sages!
This wrath of slavery must be curbed and for that nothing has been devised yet. Maybe each of you can think of some innovative way to dodge the ball. Comment underneath with your thoughts.
Hope we become better managers :)
J.B
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Getaway to the Himalayas
I am still confused why I love to visit the mountains, the high altitude places where its scantily populated. Maybe I'm a person who doesn't love crowd. Believe me, i am such a sort, sometimes involved in introspection to an extent that i forget the outside. Besides that boring part about me, i have this collection of memories that got recorded somewhere in my negligible brain from my trip to the Valley of Flowers.
My roommate is a trek-enthusiast who plans up all these sort of trips and makes his life worthwhile unlike me who just tags along with those who move out seeking adventure. I am such a parasite, damn! It was some time in August when i had returned from work and was in a dilemma about my trip. Although I was suffering from the regular and common ailments, I made my mind to be strong and just do it. So it started, the rough ride from my place in Gurgaon to the ISBT in Delhi, the rickety bus to Haridwar, the early morning tea accompanied with a cigarette, another bus ride to Rishikesh which usually takes 45 minutes took us 2 terrible hours. That was the last time i boarded a bus in North India. The hiking started from there to Joshimath where we hogged like dogs (consequence of not having anything to eat since morning) and lodged ourselves amongst the heavy mattresses that they provide as blankets. But when i rolled under it I understood the USP of it in the cold weather. snowfall is the only event which we missed cos thats how we planned it. I mean he planned it :P
We started the trek early in the morning and walked a treacherous 15 kilometers into the mountains to reach a place called Gangaria. Man, that was THE place to live. No roads, no vehicles, no pollution, surrounded by mountains clean and green. For a moment i was convinced I reached the heaven that people describe though I am a non-believer for such crap. Had dinner twice :P , c'mon i was famished. Met a group of five people who were from the neighbouring sector in Gurgaon. We went to a museum, talked with the localites, ate jalebi's(not the ones Mallika is preparing) and a caught up a movie. Thats right, a record, I watched a movie at that altitude(a little over 3km above the land where you people are reading my blog). It was more of a documentary about Valley of Flowers. I enjoyed it.
The lambent mountains was a sight I can never forget. Vodka was the companion for all of us but it wasnt enough to enjoy. That, we called it a day. Early next morning, we started our ascent to the Valley of Flowers. That took us a while more for we had over-used our physical strength the previous day. As soon as we reached the destination, we shook a leg and did some crazy stuff I wouldn want to explain here :P Stayed there for an hour witnessing the rising clouds from the valley. We couldn stay any longer cos of a couple of reasons. Firstly, I'm working in the IT sector, needless to say the other reasons. The exhaustion took a toll on me and I was just gliding along during descent, just about maintaining the balance. Reached Joshimath 6 hours after we left VOF. I barely took any rest in between, it was a race with time I had to win so that i get to sleep on a cozy bed :P
I was astonished to see my denims slipping from my waist after the two-day hectic exercise. Dozed in
harmony after a bheema-meal :D The return trip was even more pathetic cos we couldn reserve our tickets on the direct bus. Had to hitch-hike to return to my den.
That eventful vacation led to another, "Kedarnath".
J.B
P.S : Contact me on jorebharadhwaj@gmail.com if you want to know more about our itinerary.
My roommate is a trek-enthusiast who plans up all these sort of trips and makes his life worthwhile unlike me who just tags along with those who move out seeking adventure. I am such a parasite, damn! It was some time in August when i had returned from work and was in a dilemma about my trip. Although I was suffering from the regular and common ailments, I made my mind to be strong and just do it. So it started, the rough ride from my place in Gurgaon to the ISBT in Delhi, the rickety bus to Haridwar, the early morning tea accompanied with a cigarette, another bus ride to Rishikesh which usually takes 45 minutes took us 2 terrible hours. That was the last time i boarded a bus in North India. The hiking started from there to Joshimath where we hogged like dogs (consequence of not having anything to eat since morning) and lodged ourselves amongst the heavy mattresses that they provide as blankets. But when i rolled under it I understood the USP of it in the cold weather. snowfall is the only event which we missed cos thats how we planned it. I mean he planned it :P
We started the trek early in the morning and walked a treacherous 15 kilometers into the mountains to reach a place called Gangaria. Man, that was THE place to live. No roads, no vehicles, no pollution, surrounded by mountains clean and green. For a moment i was convinced I reached the heaven that people describe though I am a non-believer for such crap. Had dinner twice :P , c'mon i was famished. Met a group of five people who were from the neighbouring sector in Gurgaon. We went to a museum, talked with the localites, ate jalebi's(not the ones Mallika is preparing) and a caught up a movie. Thats right, a record, I watched a movie at that altitude(a little over 3km above the land where you people are reading my blog). It was more of a documentary about Valley of Flowers. I enjoyed it.
The lambent mountains was a sight I can never forget. Vodka was the companion for all of us but it wasnt enough to enjoy. That, we called it a day. Early next morning, we started our ascent to the Valley of Flowers. That took us a while more for we had over-used our physical strength the previous day. As soon as we reached the destination, we shook a leg and did some crazy stuff I wouldn want to explain here :P Stayed there for an hour witnessing the rising clouds from the valley. We couldn stay any longer cos of a couple of reasons. Firstly, I'm working in the IT sector, needless to say the other reasons. The exhaustion took a toll on me and I was just gliding along during descent, just about maintaining the balance. Reached Joshimath 6 hours after we left VOF. I barely took any rest in between, it was a race with time I had to win so that i get to sleep on a cozy bed :P
I was astonished to see my denims slipping from my waist after the two-day hectic exercise. Dozed in
harmony after a bheema-meal :D The return trip was even more pathetic cos we couldn reserve our tickets on the direct bus. Had to hitch-hike to return to my den.
That eventful vacation led to another, "Kedarnath".
J.B
P.S : Contact me on jorebharadhwaj@gmail.com if you want to know more about our itinerary.
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