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January 19, 2005

Life’s Like That!

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia @ 11:55 pm

Those career-oriented people please don’t read further. This post is certainly not for you and you won’t like it. It’s rather an, insane lament of a mediocre girl who finds herself lost in a world that rushes to attain the crown of money and fame.

This girl whom I know, had recently gone to a function where she met all her old friends. She was asked, of why she didn’t apply for such and such a post in one reputed organization. Well, she had said that she was very happy with her current job and so she didn’t apply. Then all heads had turned to her with mass disapproval. “Its high time you shift that job! You are just a resource for that company of yours and they would never have the same feeling as you have.”

Well, In India (with so much of man resource), getting a job isn’t that easy. And so is the task of finding a well-experienced hand. But being on her shoes, pop goes the question. When should a woman (Those He’s please read it as man. I am no feminist) change her job? A person I know and who has the same experience as mine as already changed his job some 5 times and is now in US. He says that people with my attitude won’t get there. He gave his proverb “If you don’t chuck your company in 1 year, the company would chuck you”. Also, the best way to climb up the corporate ladder very quickly is to do a Management course, join a MNC, change your job thrice and then off to US. Then …
earn as much amount as possible, marry a desi indian in US , SETTLE and live happily. wow , what a life, they say. All they need is MONEY,FAME and well am not certain after that.

They would certainly get ALL THE MONEY and FAME they need. But is this really , LIFE ? Of course,
I am no hermit to say that MONEY IS THE ROOT CAUSE OF ALL EVIL ( or as some say that GIRLS ARE !!)
but I’ve always thought that money isn’t everything.. so is fame. There is something more to it. Its in making things better. Its like planting a mustard and seeing it grow into a huge tree. Is it bad, to stay put with a company for more than one year? Not Bad, says my friend (If that company is a very Good MNC or is the one in the fortune 500 list). Otherwise, your learning curve would be much slower and you won’t know the standards.
Worse, you may also lose your market value. But what if I have a good understanding between the company and me? “YOU ARE ONE EMOTIONAL IDIOT , YAAR ! ” am told. Ok, then what If the task I do is badly needed by my employer? To this question, I haven’t had one convincing answer for this as of yet.Do I really have to apply for some niche job , just because my friends did? Or is my attitude really wrong ? Is it wrong to be in some budding company? I think its not wrong. For those of you who think , that IT IS .. you are welcome to post comments.

You people might ask , what I might get in return for this? I would certainly like to be the cornerstone of a startup company rather than be a pebble in a MNC.She who has ears,let her hear!

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January 15, 2005

Marketing Strategy

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia @ 10:17 am

This one article that I read in a very old issue of Reader’s Digest stunned me. Thought that I would blog this here.

The manager of a mega store came to check on his new sales-man. “How many customers did you serve today?” the manager asked.

“One,” replied the new guy.

“Only one?” said the boss. “How much was the sale?”

The salesman answered,”$58,334.”

Flabbergasted, the manager asked him to explain. “First I sold the man a fishhook,” the salesman said. “Then I sold him a rod and reel. Then I asked him where he was planning to fish, and he said down the coast. So I suggested he’d need a boat- he bought that six-metre motorboat. When he said his car might not be able to pull it, I took him to the auto department and sold him a big vehicle.”

The amazed boss asked, “You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fishhook?”

“No,” the new salesman replied. “He actually came in for a bottle of aspirin for his wife’s migraine. I told him, ‘your weekend’s shot. You should probably go fishing.’”

January 5, 2005

The Last Leaf

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia @ 10:27 pm

I was thinking of my friends today

And how many of them have slipped away,
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,

Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.

It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others,
But eventually – Each leaf must fall, I’m told,

Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?
Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colour bold.
It saddens me now I must admit
How somehow, someway,
I did forget Laughing with old friends of mine

During summers when the sun would shine.
And then I thought of you.
That one stubborn leaf that won’t let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter’s stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that’s what you are to me –
The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it’s true.
When I see that last leaf…
I think of you…

January 3, 2005

Prospero Ano y Felixidad

Filed under: Unrelated — Celia @ 10:58 pm

Its been three days since new year. I was wondering whether I should really write about the new year service and how it went on …

There were not much celebrations this time in chennai (‘Coz of tsunami) and everything seemed to be sober. I took a day off from work on 31st itself (which I do every year!!!) so that I can sleep during the day and stay awake during mass. But this 31st, I didn’t sleep that much. Most of my time got spent on phone calls, internet and in helping out mom.

In the evening, I went to the tailor aunty’s shop to get my blouse
that I had given for stitching. Aunty was having a tough time since 4 of the 5 tailors who worked for her had their family
in kanyakumari and tsunami didn’t let their families live in peace. She was managing the whole week with 1 tailor. Well, my blouse wasn’t ready and I didn’t want to fuss also. I had one my mother’s sarees ironed.

Night came and we all left home by 9.00 PM. We didn’t have much trouble
in reaching Guindy though the D70 bus driver drove the bus at
snail’s pace. From Guindy, we took train to our Church and reached
by 10.30. Pretty late though !!!

The church was fully packed and we could hardly find place inside.
We managed to get some place in the ground floor and had to be happy
with the service being telecast live from 1st floor. By the time we reached there , all worship was over and people had started their testimonial session. Well, this is one session that I like a lot and is worth mentioning.

Once in a year, a chance is given to one member in each family to thank the Lord before everyone, of all the Good things that they had received. Its a session where one’s hopes are raised and faith is increased. Every year, my mother would do it for us and this year was no different. This session got over by 11.30 and then Pastor asked us
to join him in his prayer and we all glorified God till the clock
struck twelve. Pastor then revealed the Promise for this year.. Its

The Lord will remember us and will bless us -Psalm 115 : 12.

Thus ended the first session and we had some break for 1 hr during which my friends came downstairs and dragged me upstairs. We spent the time wishing others and in the mean time, I managed to have two cups of coffee and cake. ( I was feeling very sleepy ….!!!). In the second
session , Pastor explained the verse to us and how it will apply in our everyday life. (This was the toughest session for me as I had to keep on militating against my eyes… Hey !!! but I did listen.. Don’t give me that look …). Then we had a even more nice session where in each one had to wash their partner’s feet in remembrance of what the Lord did.Lord, in his days , had washed his disciples feet and
had instructed them that they be humble like him and should wash another’s feet also. This incident has been remembered and followed till date though in different days and ways.

Clara ( my friend, doing her plus two) wanted me to be her partner and I obliged. This was followed by communion service and ended with a couple of songs. It was 5.00 by then and I returned home with eddy
in his byk. I had to go to another place also on that day , so I managed to get ready and kept waiting for my friend’s phone call.
The call came .. but this is another big story which I’ll tell
another day.

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