Corrupted corporatism & confused employees

                My instincts were to express this incident in a more dramatical way for my own reading experience. But then I decided, a poor man’s story need not be dramatized because the fact by itself is kind of dramatically sad.

                      I have been in this midsized organization for a while. I have admired the dedication, work ethics and our solution software that’s being used across the globe day in and day out. The team spirit in each employee is tremendous and I have been surprised to know that more than 30% of the employees have spent almost 6+ years in this 10 year old organization and still  active in playing their role efficiently. It’s definitely a great company to work with. But does that really matter for a poor employee’s survival??? 

7th of every month is my salary day. But by 10 th itself I usually get the feeling of a month end because all my money would have gone to so many corporate vultures in the form of mobile bill payment, personal loan EMI, LIC policies, electricity bill, water bill, Bike loan EMI, credit card bill, a bit of borrowed money from my friends and to top it all is my house rent. So, I am not conventionally happy like most others do on a salary day. But this month, it’s even worse. My company did not pay me my salary till the 28 th. The above mentioned financial commitments are just mine; I can imagine the same / worse month for my co-workers. Though the reason behind this tragic financial crisis is not convincing for 87 of my fellow employees, it’s definitely worth sharing the story with my corrupted corporate fellowmen.

 The reason for this article from an emotional perspective is to save many other companies from a money monsters like Mr.Big for the story.

             Mr. Big (my worldwide sales director) was always in the good books of Mr. Small (my company CEO) from the time he joined our organization which is not more than a year. Mr. Big’s only work at office is to butter Mr. Small and present business proposal for abroad opportunities and keep flying to countries around the world every month, under office expense. Every time he comes back from abroad, he calls for a sales meeting and presents a printed version of 4 purchase orders with a minimum of orders worth $900,000. The purchase order caries information about the company that is buying our software, product quantity, number of license, total revenue generated, address of both selling and buying parties, bank details through which the amount will be transferred and finally the signature of the finance authority of the buying party. 

On the 7th (my salary day), Mr. Small calls all the employees for an all hands meet and discloses a story of mishap and these were his words, “Mr. Big has fooled us all in a miserable way by faking all the details on the purchase orders like the estimated revenue amount, the name of the buying party and the signature on the purchase orders. I apologies for what has happened and there is no money going to be coming in for now from any of our customers because none of the supposed to be customers even know who Mr. Big is. I am going to be traveling to Malaysia,
Singapore and other countries for a month and hopefully I should be able to arrange for all your salaries by end of this month. I am sure, not everyone is going to take this in a positive note. So, those of you who are not with me and my ideas can speak to their respective managers and make your decisions”

Now, the reaction of the listening employees is BLINK…BLINK…BLINK…. And you can hear whispers in the room “Is it Mr.Big” ??” “Shocking man”  “We must hunt this guy and shoot him dead” and on the other hand, the questions running in everyone’s mind is

1.    Why did Mr. Small wait till the 7th (salary day) to communicate this to all of us?

2.    How does purchase order matter for this crisis? Because, there was no money deposited in the bank as sales transaction in the first place and Mr. big did not run away with any money from the company as of now? 3.    Was the entire company running on forecasted / estimated virtual money without any back up?

4.    How did Mr. big getaway with this for the past 12 months?

5.    Are they filing a law suite on Mr. Big or is this one big cooked up story?

Today (29th) I have got my salary. But, will that erase all my financial penalties from the records of the people who I owed money? Honestly, nobody cares whose fault it really is. The joy of working for any reputed company is not just work, but it’s the money that matters end of the day. The point ultimately is, “Every month begins and ends with the thought of so called salary for survival. If this chain breaks without any prior notice? Then its just one big messed up confused state of mind for all employees like me…

Mischiefs of the Monk

Read carefully & slowly to enjoy it!

I never take risk while drinking

When I come from office in the evening, wife is cooking
I can hear the noise of utensils in the kitchen
I stealthily enter the house
Take out the bottle from my black cupboard
Shivaji Maharaj is looking at me from the photo frame
But still no one is aware of it
Becoz I never take a risk

I take out the glass from the rack above the old sink
Quickly enjoy one peg
Wash the glass and again keep it on the rack
Of course I also keep the bottle inside my cupboard
Shivaji Maharaj is giving a smile

I peep into the kitchen
Wife is cutting potatoes
No one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk

I: Any news on chopra’s daughter’s marriage
Wife: Nope, she doesn’t seem to be that lucky. Still they are looking
out for her

I again come out; there is a small noise of the black cupboard
But I don’t make any sound while taking out the bottle
I take out the glass from the old rack above sink
Quickly enjoy one peg

Wash the bottle and keep it in the sink
Also keep the Black Glass in the cupboard
But still no one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk

I: But still I think chopra’s daughter’s age is not that much
Wife: What are you saying? She is 28 yrs old… like an aged horse
I: (I forgot her age is 28) Oh Oh…

I again take out potatoes out from my black cupboard
But the cupboard’s place has automatically changed
I take out the bottle from the rack and quickly enjoy one peg in the sink

Shivaji Maharaj laughs loudly
I keep the rack in the potatoes & wash Shivaji Maharaj’s photo & keep
it in the black cupboard

Wife is keeping the sink on the stove
But still no one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk

I: (getting angry) you call Mr. chopra a horse? If you say that again, I
will cut your tongue…!
Wife: WHAT??? ( With that knife in her hand) go out and sit quietly…

I take out the bottle from the potatoes
Go in the black cupboard and enjoy a peg
Wash the sink and keep it over the rack
Wife is giving a smile

Shivaji Maharaj is still cooking
But still no one is aware of what I did
Becoz I never take a risk

I: (laughing) So chopra is marrying a horse!!
Wife: Hey go and sprinkle some water on your face…

I again go to the kitchen, and quietly sit on the rack
Stove is also on the rack
There is a small noise of bottles from the room outside

I peep and see that wife is enjoying a peg in the sink
But none of the horses are aware of what I did
Becoz Shivaji Maharaj never takes a risk

chopra is still cooking
And I am looking at my wife from the photo and laughing
Becoz I never take what???  Zzzz… Zzzz… 

A dark day in the IT (Intelligence Terminated) City

The below article was my first attempt to write something expressive.Of course, it means a lot to me because of the impact that it made on my circle of friends and I knew how much they cared for me. So, thanks to all of you who inspired me to start this blog.  

It was a usual workaholic scene on a Wednesday afternoon and I was getting ready for my demonstration over the video conference with my clients in Singapore. I could hear frustrated voices of my colleagues talking about the current flash news that a popular movie star just died and the HR manager is skeptical about the consequence. Me being a non native person of Karnataka, I didn’t even know how the actor looked or what could be the outburst of his death. Me and my technical expert started the client meeting as scheduled. The first sign for a worst nightmare to begin was when I came out of the conference room to collect a fax sent by my clients. The office was empty and not a soul around to check if something was wrong. 

A small sized company like mine could not afford a security guard from a branded security groups and my office did not look like a corporate premises in the first place. It has been an hour since I started the meeting. I could hear loud voices in the entrance and I slowly walked towards the main door to find the watchman screaming his guts out to convince a bunch of youngsters who were drunk, blabbering a chain of words in local language (Which I did not understand) and they were literally trying to beat him up. I stepped out and found that the gangsters wanted everyone in the building to run for their lives and wanted the shutters down immediately. They refused to understand the fact that I was in a meeting with my clients. So, I ran inside and convinced my clients that there is a fire alarm and we have to get out of this building right now and we will get back when things are settled.

Me and my colleague grabbed our bags and rushed to the main road which was crowed with people walking and no auto rickshaws in sight. We walked a kilometer and got into a jam packed running bus. I called my wife from my friend’s mobile because I left my mobile in the conference room in the hurry. I confirmed that she was safe at work but she will not be able to come home at the moment because, one of her office cab which was on the way to drop the employees got thrashed by riots on the road and no cabs will be leaving till further notice.

My bus crawled through the chaotic road. I guess, everyone on the road was afraid of the unpredictable evening. The sight of burning tiers, running old women and cops on bikes gave me a creepy feeling. For a person like me who has never been in a riot zone, this is like the war movies I must say. I got down from the bus and said good bye to my colleague who asked me to give him a call once I reached home. I checked with every auto rickshaw in the stand for a ride till my home who said the flat rate to travel a 4 km distance was Rs.150 and nothing less then that. I knew the pressure and sat inside anyways. I traveled for not more than 10 minutes and I found myself in the midst of a 100 people who carried huge posters and banner of the movie star (Who had a natural death for god’s sake). Half the crowed was drunk and had kerchief tied around their wrist and forehead. They were shouting slogans praising their leader in local language while, few of them were threatening the people around and abusing the women on road. They stopped my auto, asked me to get down and started attacking the auto driver. They thrashed the windshield and tore the seats and the top cover. I ran from that spot and reached home by walk after an hour.

My street was empty and every 100 meters I noticed the movie star’s photo placed on a table with a garland and the traditional lamp burning in the front. I reached home with my knees shaking and settled down with a glass of cold water. The only channel on the television was the local channel which was telecasting the riot full activities of the (supposed to be) fans burning buses, beating up the cops, chucking stones on the shops etc. It just hit me then that my folks would have seen this on the TV and might get worried about me. Since I was deprived from my mobile phone, I found an STD booth  and told my parents and my in-laws that we both were safe. I kept calling my wife every 1 hour from a 1 rupee coin phone to find out the status of her transport. Ultimately the coin phone was removed from the stand at 11 pm. I spent the next 2 hours sitting on my compound wall and walking up and down my street. At 1:30am I finally got the glimpse of a car headlight at the end of my street and couldn’t resist myself from running towards it. I hugged my wife and kissed her as soon as she stepped out of her cab and we both said thank god with tears rolling down from our eyes.

There is a saying that says it all, “Who will want to win, if they knew that winning will end their lives and nothing more”. My question is more similar to this, what’s the point in claiming this city as the land of IT gods, when you fear your basic intelligence might be terminated someday?

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