Friday, June 7, 2013

5 things I learned this week (Part 10)

Three years to this day, on a sunny Monday afternoon, I bid goodbye to my college life officially. The last hurdle that I had to pass was called the “Course Viva”, in which I had to prove to a complete stranger that whatever I had mugged up over the course of four years is still somewhere inside of me. Thanks to the lord almighty, I scrapped through the ordeal without too much questioning of my credentials as an electrical engineer.

Such experiences are one too many these days. Those of us, who were lucky enough to have had a chance to attend campus placements, have also had the curse of goof ups at interviews to content with. I’ve had my fair share of them. My first interview in my life was epic in many terms.

It was the first company on campus. A respectable IT MNC. Everyone in our 2010 batch from all departments sat for it. We had gone through 4-5 levels of elimination on the first day. A two hour aptitude test, then multiple group discussions, and in the end, those who were left standing where told to make a computer program to solve the Conway’s way of life in a matrix form. (It’s an interesting puzzle. Read about that here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conway's_Game_of_Life)

I am not humble enough to say that I just got through, nor am I an egomaniac to say that I aced it, but yes, I was asked to be one of the 10 odd people to attend the interview the next morning. I had started working on my resume a month back, so I was able to go into the interview with two full pages of “achievements” and “recognitions”.

But the interview was anything but smooth. I wasn’t able to answer any question properly. He was asking some advanced technical questions related to database creation and query retrieval. And being just a little better than a novice in that, I wasn’t able to answer properly. Then, I heard that grunt. You know the one who hear the interviewers make when they’ve had enough of you. That grunt.

With that, he picked up my resume, went through it, then made a remark which still rings in ear.

“Oh!! You are from the electrical stream, are you?? I thought you were a computer science student.”

I don’t have words to express my feeling at that moment. Even if I had the words, I don’t think that I can make you understand the pain and anger I felt at that moment. I’ve never hated a moment in my life as much as that till now.

Anyways, the whole saga was brought to your notice for one thing. The summer has ended. Most have got their yearly increments. Most are unhappy with it. Now, the time for jumping ships is upon us.

And in that respect, I am going to theme this week’s blog on interviews – what to say, what not to say, and what to do if you say what you shouldn’t have said. :D

Did you know…

1. …that there is more chance of you being asked “Tell me about yourself” than not?

And it pays to keep a premeditated answer for that - something fancy if possible. If you can make a first impression on your interviewers that you are strong and confident, it’ll hold you in good stead over the course of the rest of the interview. For more information on what to say and what not to say as your answer, refer: http://www.theladders.com/career-advice/10-good-ways-to-tell-me-about-yourself

2. …that looking your best is not an option, but a necessity?

Imagine the me of today going for an interview. I haven’t shaved in two weeks; wearing an oddly bright shirt with arms folded up; a fading jeans; shoes which have been enjoying its time out in the dirt and dust. It would take two seconds for the interviewer to know I’m not that interested in the job. So, keep a clean profile for this day at least. And yes, if you see someone clean shaven in the middle of the week, it means that he has been to an interview the day before.

3. …that anything you say in your resume can and will be used against you in a court of interview?

I learnt this the hard way. It is a whole other interview story, but the gist of it is that I filled my resume with stuff I just looked into, not worked actually. And to say that I was technically raped by the interviewer would be an understatement. So, please my dear friends, your resume should hold only those things which you can substantiate convincingly.

4. …that you have to say the right things, even if it is not the truth or if it goes against what you believe in?

Interviewer: “How do you study during a semester?”
Candidate: “Because of the fests and other extracurricular activities I  participate in, I mostly study the week before the exam.”
This candidate was kept in the “Waiting List” after this incident. He was given one more chance to redeem himself.
Interviewer: “How do you study during a semester?”
Candidate: “I have prepared a time table for what to study on each day and follow it religiously.”
Interviewer: “You said you do a lot of extracurricular activities. How do you keep your schedule when you have other work to do?”
Candidate: “I improvise. I shift my time table around and so that I effectively do the same work every week.”

This is a true story. This is how I got my first job offer. I usually am a very honest, open person, but I lied my ass off to make sure that I got a job in the recession years. I don’t think I need to explain my point any further.

P.S. Luckily, I got the job offer from GS soon after, and hence didn’t have to join up at this said company.

5. …that no matter how hard you prepare, irrespective of how correct you answer, there is always a chance that the interview can go wrong?

Take my case for an example. If you want more, think of all the government jobs/seats in colleges that you will miss out on because of reservation, corruption, gender bias and what not. What you can do is send a prayer in the general direction of whomsoever you believe as your God, and hope that you get what you are looking for. I’m not saying that this is all you can do, or that this will work, but it is just the least you can do to unburden yourself.

Well, that’s all for this week folks. Catch you next week.

Have a great weekend!!!

Friday, May 31, 2013

5 things I learned this week (Part 9)

There are many ways to answer a question. And even if the outcomes are the same, the way in which you answer to the question shows off the subtleness you wished to hide. If you don’t believe me, see this for an example.

Let us assume someone asks you to give them your bike for an hour or so. If we also assume that you are going to give them your bike, there are two things you’ll say – “Ok” and “When?”.

If it’s a close friend, the order will be “Ok” and then “When?” (Sometimes it’ll just be “When?”) If it is an acquaintance, it’ll be the reverse. This change in order shows the priority that you wished to hide.

Now, this week I’m going to go all RANDOM on you.

Did you know…

1. … that Walt Disney’s body has been cryogenically preserved, as per his wish?

Only that, it is not. It was cremated with due formalities after his death. But someone close to him, started this as one last prank on the famous man by letting this crazy info leak into the hands of the media. This is what you call an Urban Legend. There are a lot of those which you can find by a simple a google search on 'urban legend'.

2. … that the seat numbers in Kingfisher airlines flights skip from 12 to 14?

Apparently, the owner feels that the number 13 is unlucky. I can’t find any links to prove this, but it’s true. Anyways, since all their flights are still in their hangars, you can’t prove me wrong for now. :p

UPDATE!!! I just got this to prove my point..

3. … that the minimum temperature in Gurgaon is the maximum temperature at Trivandrum?

The value in question is 30 deg Celsius. And yes, I know this is personal, but you have got to feel for me. I had to come from the perfect climate to the perfect heat wave last week. By the way, the minimum temperature in Gurgaon is achieved around 6am every day.

4. … that the google recommends you to “Jet ski across the Pacific Ocean” when you ask it for road directions from Japan to China?

If you don’t believe me, go to this link and check out direction number 44.

5. … that the best food is served in a Malayalee Christian Wedding?

There’s fish, there’s chicken, there’s mutton, and there’s beef. What else do you need to finish off your appetite? There were some veg items too, but I wasn’t concerning myself with them. And for the gift of making me attend my first such wedding, I would like to thank my two classmates in college, Deepu and Merin.

Deepu, you are one lucky man. You have successfully lived the dream that all the guys who went to college dream of. Fall in love with a great gal; she feels the same for you; you have a steady relation through college and after; then get your parents to agree to the wedding, and now being happily married for a week, with decades more to come. You did great bro!!

And Merin. I said this to you on your wedding day, and I’m gonna say it again. All the best!! :P

With warm wishes for a beautiful future to the newlyweds, I’m taking your leave.

That’s all for this week folks.

Have a great weekend!!!

Friday, May 24, 2013

5 things I learned this week (Part 8)

Did you know...

1. ...that the first  ever official national surfing and stand up paddle competition in India was held at Thiruvananthapuram?


2. ...that the tallest flag pole in India is located in Thiruvananthapuram?

Standing 206 feet tall, with a 4m diameter at the base, the home for the tallest flag pole hoisting our tricolor is located at the Kanakakkunnu Palace Grounds, Thiruvananthapuram. 


This is more than a year old news. I checked it out myself. It's standing there tall and proud. Well maybe not proud because it is without its flag. Apparently, the people who designed the flag forgot that the flag was to be mounted at a height of nearly 70m.

The constant wind had torn the main flag, and then its understudy met the same fate. The main flag came out to brave the winds once again, only to meet the same end as before. Now, the tallest flag pole in India waits for the coming of its specially designed flag, so that it can stand tall, and stand proud.

3. ...that the Sea Hawk aircraft you find displayed in the city was the part of the fleet used in the Indo-Pak war of 1971?

I drove past this piece of history yesterday. If it wasn't for my search for points to be put here, I wouldn't have remembered the following news I had read earlier.

http://www.yentha.com/news/view/4/A-Sea-Hawks-Tale

4. ...that the richest temple in the world is in Thiruvananthapuram?

Well, I do know that you know this. The temple at the heart of our town was making news for all the right reasons last year in this regard. You can read more about the same here at the following link.

5. ...that with a laid back lifestyle, a temperate climate, occasional rains, good people and adequate facilities, I feel Thiruvananthapuram is what I would be if I were a city?

And it's no wonder I dream of being here as a denizen again.

That's all for this week folks.

Have a Happy Weekend!!!

Saturday, May 18, 2013

5 things I learned this week (Part 7)

Apparently, I come off as a shy and/or introvert to the general public, but, in the confines of close friends, I let loose my “other” side, exhibiting little of those two qualities. This must be the most common unique thing in the world, because I’ve seen many of my friends doing the same. I was rankling the one who made this comment about me, when I was presented with the next observation.

The person in question happened to note that I show a completely different attitude here, in my blog – with the specialty being that the attitude differs from post to post. I might be telling a story in one – contorting the happenings in real life to make sure that original characters are not identified; or I might appoint you as my psychiatrist and give you in depth details about what is going on in my head; or I might be disillusioned to such an extent, that I ramble on here like this, expecting you to be still reading this line, when you must have already jumped on to the next paragraph, checking if there is something non-nonsensical there.

I still haven’t decided whether to take that remark as a compliment or as a complaint. The thing is there is a grey area in between them, and I strongly believe that if you were to ever visit that place, you would meet my blog there – lounging in the sun, sipping some lemonade under the shade of an oversized umbrella.

And talking about grey areas, I’m definitely in one right now. It’s 2pm on the Thursday of this week. I’m sitting at office, with a bunch of documents spread about me, typing this blog out. Now, don’t think that the grey area I mentioned to be the one questioning whether I should be sitting here writing out a blog during office hours. I’ve been doing this for weeks for it to put any weight on my conscience. I’m talking about the dilemma I’m facing right now in terms of what to write.

I’m going home in less than 30 hours – home as in Trivandrum. I’ve already got the theme for next week’s post, which will be some interesting facts about the city I grew up in. But since I’m already in a semi-vacation mood, I can’t seem to find anything to write about.

No themes. No random thoughts. No subtle differences in words that seem alike. No nothing.

And it is not just the blog that I’m unable to concentrate upon. I’ve work to be completed before I can go home. I’ve to make sure that the flat that I live in is restored to a universally accepted habitable state. I’ve to pack my stuff. I got to make sure that we don’t walk into the wedding of two of our batch mates next Saturday empty handed.

There’s a lot to do, and all I’m thinking of is going home, and lazing around like in the good old times. And the notion of achieving complete laziness in 30 hours is making me nauseate at the thought of doing work.

Okay. Enough with the rant. Thank you for hearing me out doc. I feel much better already. You are the best. ;) :D

Let’s start today’s show.

Did you know…

1. …that Air India has reduced the maximum allowable limit for baggage weight from 25kg to 15kg?

As if this wasn’t enough, they are charging Rs.250 extra for every kg more than 15.

2. ...that “Men are the only male mammals fascinated by breasts in a sexual context”?

This one is a scientifically proven fact which was stumbled upon by your truly while researching saintly on the subject of “Why men like breasts?” The research itself was spawned by a discussion in office on the same question, and one interesting , scientific explanation on the same is given at the following link, with them stating that

“…our fascination with your breasts, far from being creepy, is an unconscious evolutionary drive prompting us to activate powerful bonding circuits that help create a loving, nurturing bond.”


Men. You can now ogle all you want. You are just 'looking' for a deep relationship. ;) :P

3. … that the original Coco-cola had cocaine in it?

And you wondered why they call it “Coke”. When the drink was initially sold, it used to contain, what now officials at the company claim to be, “trivial” amounts of cocaine. But since it was in the 1890s, cocaine was legal in USA, and coco-cola was just one of the many beverages being sold at that time having cocaine in it. Once the ban on drugs was instated, the ingredient was removed from the drink.


4. … that a person can still fart after death?

And that the average person farts 14 times a day. More fun fart facts can be read and enjoyed at


5. …that over the first 15 days of the month, I’ve set aside Rs.2653 for my donation drive?

If you would remember the blog from two weeks before, I had decided to not eat any fast food for this month, and instead give the money so collected as a donation to some worthwhile cause, which were highlighted in that blog.


The figure explains quite a lot about where my salary goes.

Fast Food. (-_-)

Oh!! and T shirts.
I counted them and found that I bought 27 T shirts in the past 2 years. :D

Well, that’s all folks for this week. Wish me a fun vacation!!
Hope you have a great weekend too!!!

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Thank GOD for Amnesia!!!

Of the four seasons that GOD has destined for us to enjoy, I absolutely, most definitely and with full conviction hate the season of summer.

I hate it so much that if summer where a person, I would be inclined to put into practice my long term plan of shooting it - point blank, twice and at the heart - and then cutting off its head, just to make sure that it is dead.

Now, you might be thinking what in the whole wide world has summer done to me, to make a normally forgiving, non-violent person as myself, to execute it  in such a gruesome manner? (even though, only in my dreams).

It’s not the unbearable heat when you are outdoors, or the oven style baking when you are indoors. It’s not the hot winds burning your skins, or the mini-sandstorms that come with it. It’s not even because I have had to wake up in the middle of the night, from a pool of my own sweat, so that I can pour some naturally boiled water down my parched throat. No, it’s not any of these that make me hate summer. 

It’s the goodbyes that I’ve had to say during summers for the past few years.

I know that this might sound as logical as driving your car with the handbrake on. The adieu’s that I’ve had to say had come because of various other reasons, things that I could never control. And it’s entirely plausible that these partings could have happened at any other point in time, in some other season perhaps. But as fate would have it, they happened, and they happened, one after the other, over four consecutive summers.

You see, I was supposed to hate summer. It’s my destiny.

In the summer of 2010, I had to say goodbye to everything I believed was constant. Please don't fault me for thinking so. Since I was a child, I always liked to believe that my home, my family, my parents, my brother, my friends, my city would all be my own forever, and I’ll be able to be with them forever too. Even though, I knew that I would have to shift 3000km to the north when I accepted the job at GS, getting on to that train on the morning of 26th June, 2010 was like a rude awakening from a pleasant dream.

In a span of 3 days, my life had all changed. For the first time in 21 years, I was to spend more than a week away from home. I wouldn’t have my father near to listen to, I wouldn’t have my mother near to talk to; I wouldn’t have my brother near to fight with. All of my friends were placed elsewhere. It was me and this brand new, unforgiving city. Thank you, summer of 2010. :-/

And that’s when I made two new friends in Anupam and Alok. The trio of us was newly employed at the same company, had no intent to save money, and had lots of free time. That was seemingly the secret ingredients you needed to make my stay here better.

What followed were lots of late night outings in the city, trips to Delhi, and just hanging out at our favorite mall, the MGF Metropolitian (which we affectionately called  “tharavadu*”) . Even though people always say to me that booze is a must for any hangout, this spell of friendship affirmed my opinion that it ain’t so.

And then came the summer of 2011. After a bout of diseases, and appalled by the overall uncleanness of the city and its people, Anupam decided to leave to his dream destination of Singapore. He got admission to the National University of Singapore, and bid goodbye to us at the end of May 2011.

His absence was offset by the arrival of seven malayali juniors (you can call us mallus, but we prefer to call ourselves malayli). And that was supplemented by a few more malayali seniors, in an apparent move by our company to make me happier. And then came a different spell of life - one which involved less money, but more time. We were a huge group, we didn’t go out much, but we sat at home and had a great time. I don’t know how to describe it, but it felt like I was in college again.

If my life was a drama, and if that drama had a script, then at that point of time, it would read – “Enter Stage Left. Summer of 2012”.

I don't know how many goodbyes I had to say over 2012. As one person went for a new job in a new city, another changed to a different company in the same sity. Then there was the one which went off for higher studies. And it all culminated with my bother of a brother also leaving our home at Trivandrum, moving to Mangalore to pursue his B.Tech degree at the NIT there. All in all, this summer sucked too.

Noticing a trend that the people I held close were being moved away from me by an unseen hand, I unconsciously decided to concentrate more on passions than people. Playing football, following developments in football and playing FIFA became my mainstay during this next spell. I was sure that the summer wouldn't be able to pull one on me anymore.

But it happened again. By the time the summer of 2013 rolled in, the only other guy with the same passion as me in playing FIFA has moved away, and so has the other guy who shared with me the urge to play football every weekend.

Now, this would seem like a victory to the summer over me. But in true Mortal Kombat style, it decided to give me a Knock Out Blow just to make sure. This summer has taken from me the one constant I've had here in the past three years. I've always said that he was the older brother I never wanted, but still, if you want me to make it look like the Batman dialogue - "He is not the brother you want; he is the brother you need."

When I come back from my vacation on May 27th, I'll have a new Gurgaon to encounter. I'll have to make new friends, renew some old friendships and find ways to make myself drag me over the line in this race of life. It is because of these changes that I've to make on myself that I hate the summer.

After I've forced myself to change, I'll have to confront the reminders of good old times. Whenever I walk into MGF and hear that Black Eyed Peas song on the loop; whenever I see the infamous Lee Cooper Tshirt; whenever I feel like doing something stupid; whenever I feel like saying FUAH to someone; when I try to teach someone else the language of LLUMA; whenever I try yo make someone notice the chick near us by telling what o'clock she is to him; I'm gonna be reminded.

But let me tell you now itself. This stage of my life will pass. Because it has happened before. Because it will happen again. If we draw an analogy, when a loved dies, the tears shed for them a year later will less than 1% of what was shed in the immediate aftermath. It is basic human behaviour. It is something which helps us to move along in life. We continue with our life, although slightly skewed from before. And it is because of the gift of obliterating memories. In layman terms, that would meant the act of forgetting.

And it's not that we forget the person or the memories. We tend to remember them less. It doesn't make them any less of an influence on your life past. But it makes sure that they are not a negative influence on your future life.

So, anna*, as the time to bid goodbye dawns near, let me thank you for being there for me. And I hope I can have pleasure of having chawal, dal and roti at your wedding as soon as possible.. :P

But till then, I'll be here, carrying on with my life, thanking GOD for gifting man the power of selective amnesia.

* tharavadu – ancestral home
* anna - brother