Teacher …..Id Mubarak!
Honey, so what did you to do for Id? "Umma made ‘Pathari’ and Curry and …….and we feasted on it … Said Zainaba. So where is my share? Asked Sosamma teacher with an element of exuberance.
Zainaba was benumbed for a moment. Teacher’s poser invoked the reticence in her, making her comfort zone next to nil. She knew she was caught ……telling lies for trivial things. Tears rolled down her chubby cheeks like the tributaries of the Periyar, never knowing where to end up. There wasn’t any reason for Sosamma Teacher to enquire further.
Zainaba’s father was jailed in one of Gulf countries, for working there on a visiting visa. And her Umma, managed to get ends meet by mopping the neighbor’s floor, often getting just enough to eat. Some days the family goes on fast…not for religious reason, but because…… there is hardly anything to eat! Pride prevented the family from seeking favors. Instead they lied to others curbing the sorry state of affairs under their wrap.
What happened next was an implant of secularism in the minds of the both. Teacher opened up her lunch box—stuffed with rice and chicken curry. And looked at Zainaba. Both knew that action that needs to be followed.
The left over’s were washed with fresh water drawn from the School well. The lunch box shined against the sunlight, leaving the impressions of rays (or Zakkat of love?)……. nonchalantly on anything that came its way. Was the lunch box too celebrating….on Id…? Perhaps!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
One Day in Jockey’s Life. By Patroz Palal
……Lets be straight – Jockey doesn’t like his Master. Despite of ‘his’ famous underwear antecedents, ‘he’ is treated shabbily by his master.
Jockey gets a shower only once in two or three days. On the top of that, his master would drench him in cold water and press him under superhot iron box, just when it’s time to catch the office cab.
His Master – Mahesh (or ‘Mathew’ during Pacific Standard Time) is longing for a promotion as team lead at his BPO, for quite some time. ‘Mathew’s ’colleague and senior at office, Suzan (Or Subha during Indian Standard Time) agrees to help him device a promotion strategy.
Jockey is enthralled... For if his master gets a promotion, he is sure to get some more companions. he can shed the company of other torn-out veteran underwares.
‘Suzan’ came to ‘Matthews’s’ rented apartment, on a Sunday morning. Both of them took a bunch of paper and pencil and shut them inside the room. They agreed to disagree on any aspects of the strategy, until both of them shared the same thoughts. Bar Charts & Stats started forming impressions on the paper. Paper balls flew straight towards the corner waste bin, often missing the aim. The strategy discussions flew ‘high and sky ‘and then ……..slowly tapered down.
Bingo – they have struck upon a working strategy!!!
Just then, the calling bell cried aloud, in defiance. And both of them jumped out of the couch. Oh Gosh – Its Mamma …. I totally forgot that she is coming in today … Said ‘Mathew. She is an orthodox person … it would be totally annoying for her to see you here. ‘Suzan’ hurriedly took all her belongings and slipped out through the back door.
Jockey is the happiest undergarment today.
Jockey felt something unusual. For the first time he is able to smell the fragrance of ladies perfume. That’s apart; Jockey had a cushioning comfort, inside the Blue colored ‘BARE’ Jeans of Suzan! Jockey ‘slept like a cat’ often curling ‘himself’ around the velvet skin of ‘Suzan’…. with a yawn.. Cool and Calm!
It was ‘August 15, 1947’ in Jockey’s life!
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Dear Readers – Its one of my attempts to write about sex, without actually writing it. If I did offend anyone, kindly accept my apology
Regards – Patroz Palal
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Jockey gets a shower only once in two or three days. On the top of that, his master would drench him in cold water and press him under superhot iron box, just when it’s time to catch the office cab.
His Master – Mahesh (or ‘Mathew’ during Pacific Standard Time) is longing for a promotion as team lead at his BPO, for quite some time. ‘Mathew’s ’colleague and senior at office, Suzan (Or Subha during Indian Standard Time) agrees to help him device a promotion strategy.
Jockey is enthralled... For if his master gets a promotion, he is sure to get some more companions. he can shed the company of other torn-out veteran underwares.
‘Suzan’ came to ‘Matthews’s’ rented apartment, on a Sunday morning. Both of them took a bunch of paper and pencil and shut them inside the room. They agreed to disagree on any aspects of the strategy, until both of them shared the same thoughts. Bar Charts & Stats started forming impressions on the paper. Paper balls flew straight towards the corner waste bin, often missing the aim. The strategy discussions flew ‘high and sky ‘and then ……..slowly tapered down.
Bingo – they have struck upon a working strategy!!!
Just then, the calling bell cried aloud, in defiance. And both of them jumped out of the couch. Oh Gosh – Its Mamma …. I totally forgot that she is coming in today … Said ‘Mathew. She is an orthodox person … it would be totally annoying for her to see you here. ‘Suzan’ hurriedly took all her belongings and slipped out through the back door.
Jockey is the happiest undergarment today.
Jockey felt something unusual. For the first time he is able to smell the fragrance of ladies perfume. That’s apart; Jockey had a cushioning comfort, inside the Blue colored ‘BARE’ Jeans of Suzan! Jockey ‘slept like a cat’ often curling ‘himself’ around the velvet skin of ‘Suzan’…. with a yawn.. Cool and Calm!
It was ‘August 15, 1947’ in Jockey’s life!
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Dear Readers – Its one of my attempts to write about sex, without actually writing it. If I did offend anyone, kindly accept my apology
Regards – Patroz Palal
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Monday, March 22, 2010
The ‘3 Nights and 2 Days’ package of Indian Railways - By Patroz Palal
It was 3.00 Am in the morning, but Somnath Banerjee couldn’t close his eyes for a moment – each time he attempted, he failed miserably. He could barely see the portrait of ‘Father of Nation’, dangling helplessly against the prison wall, in the dim light of ‘zero’ volt bulb.
In a way, both were siblings of the same misfortune!
One attempted to save the nation, and is held in captivity for more than half a century in most of the government offices, often in company of cobwebs, lizards and a sheath of dust. Other attempted to save the life of 3 year old kid from getting into the clutches of the begging mafia, and is held in captivity for more than half a day with none to strike a chord, except mosquitoes.
For Somnath— the seasoned Project Manager from a well known software company in Bangalore, life is at crossroads!
It all happened on the Friday evening, when he saw his mother off at the Railway Station. The train started moving and Indrani Devi, his mother, rung his mobile and requested him to search for a missing child of a co-passenger, who was left behind, in jiffy. Someone pulled the Alarm chain, and the train was grounded, eventually.
The plight of the kid, who may eventually fall into the hands of the begging mafia, formed a collage in Somnath’ mind. Without wasting any time, Somnath did his best by coalescing with the Railway Authorities and the RFP Personnel. The search went in vain and was subsequently wound up.
After an hour or so, he received a call update from Indrani Devi stating that the kid was infact found in one of the tail end compartments. “Thank God” said Somnath, and a sign of relief befell on his face. Giving the updates to all concerned, Somnath trotted towards the parking lot. Just as he was about to get into his car, he was stopped by the RFP Personnel –a drunken Constable, who almost dragged him to the RFP station.
RPF threatened of slapping a section 14, which has a penalty of Rs 1000 and an imprisonment up to one year! And for what? For APC or for ‘Pulling the Alarm chain’ without sufficient reason! Somnath’s pleaded his innocence and then protested by stating that he was never inside the train, but had performed a good Samaritans duty. Everything went deaf ears.
The RFP too wanted an amiable solution. In simpler terms, all they wanted was a few Hundred Rupees for that day’s evening drink. It was a deal, they said. However, the credential of being the son of Aurobindo Banerjee—Winner of President’s Medal for the Best Teacher –, History Professor at Jadavpur University, didn’t allow Somnath to pick up that deal.
And that was the biggest mistake for Somnath! By around late night, he was transferred straight into the Railway Prison at Bangalore Central.
Being a Friday, Somnath was produced only on the coming Monday, before the Railway tribunal. Meanwhile, it was a free ‘3 Nights and 2 Days’ package from Indian Railways, though! The tribunal didn’t have any solid evidence against Somnath, and was thus released from the prison!
Reaching home, Somnath was bemused for quite some time and decided to watch the Television. The talk show ‘How Indian Railways turned profitable’ was getting streamed, by a prominent News Channel. Anchored by a famous News Reader, the panel included the Railway Minister, Bureaucrats, an Eminent Economist, a Social Worker of ‘Sardar Sarovar’ fame, and few Politicians from across the bench. The students of JNU enriched the show by throwing intricate questions at the Panel.
Cliché statements like ‘Customer is the king ‘, ‘India Shining’, ‘Indian Railways – the largest Railway Network ‘kept ramming his ears. On another frontier, the ‘3 Nights and 2 Days’ package kept abrading against his pugnacity, like a sand paper on teakwood. The ordeal— that his wife, Tapti, underwent in locating him & employing a lawyer to fight the case, the trauma that his mother underwent upon learning the turn of events while onboard , the frustration that his Dad experienced in trying to reach him over his mobile phone— found its way straight into his faculties of mind, for further living in this democratic country.
Though, I am not in control of the situation, its fine. I am in control of the ‘Remote’, Somnath mumbled to himself.
And the rumbling television found itself tasking rest. Will it have the opportunity to host another show of semblance again? Perhaps not!
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In a way, both were siblings of the same misfortune!
One attempted to save the nation, and is held in captivity for more than half a century in most of the government offices, often in company of cobwebs, lizards and a sheath of dust. Other attempted to save the life of 3 year old kid from getting into the clutches of the begging mafia, and is held in captivity for more than half a day with none to strike a chord, except mosquitoes.
For Somnath— the seasoned Project Manager from a well known software company in Bangalore, life is at crossroads!
It all happened on the Friday evening, when he saw his mother off at the Railway Station. The train started moving and Indrani Devi, his mother, rung his mobile and requested him to search for a missing child of a co-passenger, who was left behind, in jiffy. Someone pulled the Alarm chain, and the train was grounded, eventually.
The plight of the kid, who may eventually fall into the hands of the begging mafia, formed a collage in Somnath’ mind. Without wasting any time, Somnath did his best by coalescing with the Railway Authorities and the RFP Personnel. The search went in vain and was subsequently wound up.
After an hour or so, he received a call update from Indrani Devi stating that the kid was infact found in one of the tail end compartments. “Thank God” said Somnath, and a sign of relief befell on his face. Giving the updates to all concerned, Somnath trotted towards the parking lot. Just as he was about to get into his car, he was stopped by the RFP Personnel –a drunken Constable, who almost dragged him to the RFP station.
RPF threatened of slapping a section 14, which has a penalty of Rs 1000 and an imprisonment up to one year! And for what? For APC or for ‘Pulling the Alarm chain’ without sufficient reason! Somnath’s pleaded his innocence and then protested by stating that he was never inside the train, but had performed a good Samaritans duty. Everything went deaf ears.
The RFP too wanted an amiable solution. In simpler terms, all they wanted was a few Hundred Rupees for that day’s evening drink. It was a deal, they said. However, the credential of being the son of Aurobindo Banerjee—Winner of President’s Medal for the Best Teacher –, History Professor at Jadavpur University, didn’t allow Somnath to pick up that deal.
And that was the biggest mistake for Somnath! By around late night, he was transferred straight into the Railway Prison at Bangalore Central.
Being a Friday, Somnath was produced only on the coming Monday, before the Railway tribunal. Meanwhile, it was a free ‘3 Nights and 2 Days’ package from Indian Railways, though! The tribunal didn’t have any solid evidence against Somnath, and was thus released from the prison!
Reaching home, Somnath was bemused for quite some time and decided to watch the Television. The talk show ‘How Indian Railways turned profitable’ was getting streamed, by a prominent News Channel. Anchored by a famous News Reader, the panel included the Railway Minister, Bureaucrats, an Eminent Economist, a Social Worker of ‘Sardar Sarovar’ fame, and few Politicians from across the bench. The students of JNU enriched the show by throwing intricate questions at the Panel.
Cliché statements like ‘Customer is the king ‘, ‘India Shining’, ‘Indian Railways – the largest Railway Network ‘kept ramming his ears. On another frontier, the ‘3 Nights and 2 Days’ package kept abrading against his pugnacity, like a sand paper on teakwood. The ordeal— that his wife, Tapti, underwent in locating him & employing a lawyer to fight the case, the trauma that his mother underwent upon learning the turn of events while onboard , the frustration that his Dad experienced in trying to reach him over his mobile phone— found its way straight into his faculties of mind, for further living in this democratic country.
Though, I am not in control of the situation, its fine. I am in control of the ‘Remote’, Somnath mumbled to himself.
And the rumbling television found itself tasking rest. Will it have the opportunity to host another show of semblance again? Perhaps not!
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Monday, October 5, 2009
Statutory Warning: Don’t swap your 30 year Old Bike for a brand new Kinetic Honda- By Patroz Palal
Let me admit it – it was my mistake! Never should anyone swap an old bike with a brand new Kinetic Honda. And if you did swap your old Yezdi, thinking that you have profited from the deal. You are wrong – miserably wrong!
It just happened to me few months back. I started losing fetish for my Yezdi. More so because of its rugged nature, falling parts, unfriendly gear shaft and what not. It had by the time spent more than 30 years in this universe. Served my dad and then me, like an old servant whom you come across in some of the Bungalows.
It occurred to me that it was time to bid farewell with my (Sorry ours! - Dad would have snubbed me for denouncing his ownership) Yezdi. More so because, I started seeing girls from shadi.com, and it would have been awkward to drive into their homes, with a bike that reminds yesteryears and not youth.
Prem was always in love with my Yezdi, to the extent that he often used to pick it up on some pretext. I decided to check with Prem. As they say ‘Murphy Laws’ strikes at the wrong time. Prem had just then purchased a two wheeler – a brand new Kinetic Honda. I still decided to check with him, since he always fascinated my old war machine.
The deal was simple – we swap our vehicles, use it for next 1 year. When my onsite project assignment kicks off – likely to happen after a year, I return the kinetic Honda, pick my Yezdi, ground it in my backyard and move to States! It was Win-Win situation.
Few days later, Amma showed me few of snaps of a girl. Beautiful and charming. She was a software engineer from a well to do family. From some reference, I found out that she was known as the ‘Kine Girl’ at her college. Her fascination for her Kinetic Honda earned that name. And here I am - A Software guy with a brand new kinetic Honda, decent & smart. I fascinated a ‘Kine’ – ‘Kine’ fraternity flowering out.
Thanks a Ton Prem, for this swap deal, I said to myself.
I decided to drive in on the 'Kine', on the faithful day, to her house. That was despite of Amma’s preference for a rent–a–car. The day arrived, I drove into her house on my ‘Kine’, with mom riding pillion. Peeping thru second floor of window, she saw us edging thru the narrow gate. Quite a struggle. But it helped both of us to see each other for atlest few minutes. I could see a curious face in hers.
Something went wrong, we could figure out. Her mom said she hadn’t returned from the special class …..and “Blah, Blah”. But I had seen her, my mind protested. But words didn’t corporate. The alliance fell apart, before it allied! We left home on some pretence.
Few months later – I saw Prem at the supermarket. I called him out. I apologized for not attending his wedding. I had to gone for a short visit to the client site, therefore couldn’t attend his wedding. Prem was an understanding buddy. Dindt make fuzz out of it.
Prem told me an interesting story – that my Yezdi had brought him good fortune in the form a beautiful wife. It seems his wife chose him for his ‘rugged’ looks. Actually, the Yezdi had camouflaged his butter looks and gave a ‘Ruf-an-Tough’ outlook. My wife hates Boys riding on two wheelers that have feminine looks –such as Kinetics and Scotys.- Added Prem
Thanks a Ton Govind, for this swap deal, Prem told me.
The Chit chats went smooth until that happened. Prem called up his wife who by then had finished her billing chores at the counter. “Sruthi … this is my friend Govind. He is the one with whom I swapped our Kinetic with…. I could see the same girl whom at missed meeting on the faithful day- The same curiosity.. the same charm. Both of us smiled at each other, without any hesitation. ….cause that was our second encounter .
It was drizzling outside the supermarket… the Yezdi took time to work up. I did help Prem,to kickstart ‘his’ Yezdi and Life, once again.
I pulled out a pack of Goldflake Kings, it was written: Statutory Warning: Smoking is harmful. ?? Noooo it should have written Statutory Warning: Don’t swap your 30 year Old Bike for a brand new Kinetic Honda! I heard myself mumbling the words.
The drizzling thinned to drips … slowly oozing out from fiber sheet, outside the supermarket.
I could see the blue sky …. Life is still beautiful isn’t it ? I got to go! Amma is waiting for the next alliance, post lunch !!!- Did some tell me that … or was that telepathy???
It just happened to me few months back. I started losing fetish for my Yezdi. More so because of its rugged nature, falling parts, unfriendly gear shaft and what not. It had by the time spent more than 30 years in this universe. Served my dad and then me, like an old servant whom you come across in some of the Bungalows.
It occurred to me that it was time to bid farewell with my (Sorry ours! - Dad would have snubbed me for denouncing his ownership) Yezdi. More so because, I started seeing girls from shadi.com, and it would have been awkward to drive into their homes, with a bike that reminds yesteryears and not youth.
Prem was always in love with my Yezdi, to the extent that he often used to pick it up on some pretext. I decided to check with Prem. As they say ‘Murphy Laws’ strikes at the wrong time. Prem had just then purchased a two wheeler – a brand new Kinetic Honda. I still decided to check with him, since he always fascinated my old war machine.
The deal was simple – we swap our vehicles, use it for next 1 year. When my onsite project assignment kicks off – likely to happen after a year, I return the kinetic Honda, pick my Yezdi, ground it in my backyard and move to States! It was Win-Win situation.
Few days later, Amma showed me few of snaps of a girl. Beautiful and charming. She was a software engineer from a well to do family. From some reference, I found out that she was known as the ‘Kine Girl’ at her college. Her fascination for her Kinetic Honda earned that name. And here I am - A Software guy with a brand new kinetic Honda, decent & smart. I fascinated a ‘Kine’ – ‘Kine’ fraternity flowering out.
Thanks a Ton Prem, for this swap deal, I said to myself.
I decided to drive in on the 'Kine', on the faithful day, to her house. That was despite of Amma’s preference for a rent–a–car. The day arrived, I drove into her house on my ‘Kine’, with mom riding pillion. Peeping thru second floor of window, she saw us edging thru the narrow gate. Quite a struggle. But it helped both of us to see each other for atlest few minutes. I could see a curious face in hers.
Something went wrong, we could figure out. Her mom said she hadn’t returned from the special class …..and “Blah, Blah”. But I had seen her, my mind protested. But words didn’t corporate. The alliance fell apart, before it allied! We left home on some pretence.
Few months later – I saw Prem at the supermarket. I called him out. I apologized for not attending his wedding. I had to gone for a short visit to the client site, therefore couldn’t attend his wedding. Prem was an understanding buddy. Dindt make fuzz out of it.
Prem told me an interesting story – that my Yezdi had brought him good fortune in the form a beautiful wife. It seems his wife chose him for his ‘rugged’ looks. Actually, the Yezdi had camouflaged his butter looks and gave a ‘Ruf-an-Tough’ outlook. My wife hates Boys riding on two wheelers that have feminine looks –such as Kinetics and Scotys.- Added Prem
Thanks a Ton Govind, for this swap deal, Prem told me.
The Chit chats went smooth until that happened. Prem called up his wife who by then had finished her billing chores at the counter. “Sruthi … this is my friend Govind. He is the one with whom I swapped our Kinetic with…. I could see the same girl whom at missed meeting on the faithful day- The same curiosity.. the same charm. Both of us smiled at each other, without any hesitation. ….cause that was our second encounter .
It was drizzling outside the supermarket… the Yezdi took time to work up. I did help Prem,to kickstart ‘his’ Yezdi and Life, once again.
I pulled out a pack of Goldflake Kings, it was written: Statutory Warning: Smoking is harmful. ?? Noooo it should have written Statutory Warning: Don’t swap your 30 year Old Bike for a brand new Kinetic Honda! I heard myself mumbling the words.
The drizzling thinned to drips … slowly oozing out from fiber sheet, outside the supermarket.
I could see the blue sky …. Life is still beautiful isn’t it ? I got to go! Amma is waiting for the next alliance, post lunch !!!- Did some tell me that … or was that telepathy???
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Diwali Exchange Offer Paneer for Pink Slip (P2P)- By Patroz Palal
It was the second week of October. And Shravanthi Pathak still didn’t get a hang of what went wrong. Everything was fine. Clean Slate! Still Amanda Parker, the prospective client, beat retreat– not singing off the outsourcing contract!!
Had it slipped into her kitty, Shravanthi would have had a 25 member QA team, for PICIS healthcare project. And that would have made hers the second largest team, in the Organization. Also it would have been a Divali gift for her. But nothing happened! All she got was an update from Anand Bakshi, VP –Operations, that the project didn’t come thru. Obviously, he wasn’t amused.
Bakshi not been happy is not something news to Shravanthi. She had seen him droning on similar issues many a times. But this time his body language didn’t speak of the same story, like earlier.
To give a gist of the background – Amanda Parker came for the vendor visit during the last week of September. Shravanti had done everything to get the project showcase a succcess. Pepped her team to work on weekends, made appealing decks on company’s infrastructure, project team and QA domain expertise and what not.
She even took Amanda to the company’s exquisite canteen, personally. Ideally she should have taken out Amanda for a lunch at some outside restaurant, but Shravanti thought it pragmatic to showcase the picture perfect canteen, that has sparkling floor, as a precursor to companies ‘Quality Philosophy’. An icing on the top.
Both of them found themselves a vacant table near the serving bay. They ordered bread (Roti) with Paneer butter maslasa. Amanda enjoyed the lunch, for that was her first time experience with an Indian cuisine. She enquired more about Paneer and Shravanti managed to get a fresh unpacked ‘panner’packet from the butler's deck.
Amanda read the package label. ‘Farm Cottage Cheese Paneer, Quality Never Before’. Her intruding eyes preyed on script printed below – …..When packed: 29/10/09!!!. Amanda cried out in annoyance. It’s September, and we have this stuff that we just now eat, packed in October!! Being a Quality Manager from the client side, Amanda was inconsolable for sheer breach in process. Sravanti took all her wits to pacify her and they left for the 2.00 Pm meeting, straight.
By the end of the day Amanda left for California after picking up all necessary documents. The project was slated to kick off by mid of October. And that would have been during the Divali eve.
But first week of October itself, the company came to know from onsite coordinator that the project is not taking shape. The very next hour, since Bakshi updated her , a mail flew into Sravanti’s inbox – it read from Amanda Parker.
Shravanthi,
Hope all is well at your end. And thanks for the Project showcase and you courtesy.
However at this moment, we have decided not to go ahead with your company. Well, how can we believe in your QA process when the food stuff supplied at your canteen, ratified by your company, itself has gross deviation of standards?
Regards
Amanda Parker,Program Manager
NewWest Software Labs.CA
Shravanthi was stunned, reading the email. My God what’s happening, are these people so much finicky about such things- can’t believe. Shravanthi cried out. But there was hardly any sound coming out.
Just then Bakshi called her up into the conference room. Shravanthi entered the room and saw Bakshi was busy with his mobile. Her suspecting eyes also saw something else – a Gift wrapped in fancy paper and pink slip struggling itself underneath….
Is that a Divali gift or is that a golden handshake? Is that a real pink slip? Or is that a Diwali Exchange Offer ……..Paneer for Pink Slip (P2P) types … Shravanthi kept on quipping her grey cells????.....and waited for Bakshi to complete his call.
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Had it slipped into her kitty, Shravanthi would have had a 25 member QA team, for PICIS healthcare project. And that would have made hers the second largest team, in the Organization. Also it would have been a Divali gift for her. But nothing happened! All she got was an update from Anand Bakshi, VP –Operations, that the project didn’t come thru. Obviously, he wasn’t amused.
Bakshi not been happy is not something news to Shravanthi. She had seen him droning on similar issues many a times. But this time his body language didn’t speak of the same story, like earlier.
To give a gist of the background – Amanda Parker came for the vendor visit during the last week of September. Shravanti had done everything to get the project showcase a succcess. Pepped her team to work on weekends, made appealing decks on company’s infrastructure, project team and QA domain expertise and what not.
She even took Amanda to the company’s exquisite canteen, personally. Ideally she should have taken out Amanda for a lunch at some outside restaurant, but Shravanti thought it pragmatic to showcase the picture perfect canteen, that has sparkling floor, as a precursor to companies ‘Quality Philosophy’. An icing on the top.
Both of them found themselves a vacant table near the serving bay. They ordered bread (Roti) with Paneer butter maslasa. Amanda enjoyed the lunch, for that was her first time experience with an Indian cuisine. She enquired more about Paneer and Shravanti managed to get a fresh unpacked ‘panner’packet from the butler's deck.
Amanda read the package label. ‘Farm Cottage Cheese Paneer, Quality Never Before’. Her intruding eyes preyed on script printed below – …..When packed: 29/10/09!!!. Amanda cried out in annoyance. It’s September, and we have this stuff that we just now eat, packed in October!! Being a Quality Manager from the client side, Amanda was inconsolable for sheer breach in process. Sravanti took all her wits to pacify her and they left for the 2.00 Pm meeting, straight.
By the end of the day Amanda left for California after picking up all necessary documents. The project was slated to kick off by mid of October. And that would have been during the Divali eve.
But first week of October itself, the company came to know from onsite coordinator that the project is not taking shape. The very next hour, since Bakshi updated her , a mail flew into Sravanti’s inbox – it read from Amanda Parker.
Shravanthi,
Hope all is well at your end. And thanks for the Project showcase and you courtesy.
However at this moment, we have decided not to go ahead with your company. Well, how can we believe in your QA process when the food stuff supplied at your canteen, ratified by your company, itself has gross deviation of standards?
Regards
Amanda Parker,Program Manager
NewWest Software Labs.CA
Shravanthi was stunned, reading the email. My God what’s happening, are these people so much finicky about such things- can’t believe. Shravanthi cried out. But there was hardly any sound coming out.
Just then Bakshi called her up into the conference room. Shravanthi entered the room and saw Bakshi was busy with his mobile. Her suspecting eyes also saw something else – a Gift wrapped in fancy paper and pink slip struggling itself underneath….
Is that a Divali gift or is that a golden handshake? Is that a real pink slip? Or is that a Diwali Exchange Offer ……..Paneer for Pink Slip (P2P) types … Shravanthi kept on quipping her grey cells????.....and waited for Bakshi to complete his call.
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