Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?

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After a long time I was feeling creative again, well in my dictionary, it means I was feeling super wacked out... felt like writing a book that I left off a long time ago, got up this morning, didn't feel like getting up at all... don't know if it was friday blues, could have been...

Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?

And if you guys are thinking I am too stoned over some mega weed... I'm not guys... I'm in perfect shape... and please be patient, this is going somewhere and it will reach its destination pretty soon...

Got back to designing a site that I should have finished a long time ago... and oh yeah I was feeling creative otherwise this thought would have never crossed my mind... then what... what was to stop me from doing it... opened photoshop... thought of a design (yeah!).... no really I did "inspire" myself with a design... and as usual, entered the coordinates of the canvas, painted the Layer 0 white, drew the guides, filled my first gradient...

Went to the image website to grab a nice image for the banner... saw a pic of this extremely cool mucchad or as Thomas would say "That is a really funky picutre", guy seems to be a haryanavi jatt... with this super cool white mustache, and a lattha with him...

I couldn't it as my mind drifted and wham bam hit a giant huge red semi with these words - "Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?"

Lets get to the serious stuff now... The things goes like this -

Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?
Teri Khet Me Chara Charti Thi...
Teri Baap Ka Kya Woh Leti Thi?
Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?

This was an old hindi song, and now that I am super doped on this super weed called creativity, this is the best time for analyzing this statement... What is Bhais - a simple four legged bovine, so gentle... gives us milk... and if you have ever traveled the highways of Bihar, Bhais ke doodh ka chai... simply wonderful...

Why would someone hurt this gentle create of god? Just because she was eating the grass in some overgrown field? Man is mean... I remember the days of old when I would just sit in my village home and watch the kid from across the street take his buffaloes to graze in the morning... singing his song, a dialect I couldnot even understand... its so simple there... and then you look in the cities, these big concrete jungles, atleast I wish this was like a jungle, where no one is bothered by what you are doing... let the bhais eat the grass... why does it bother you, it hasn't done anything to you... but in this jungle... you have to hit it with a danda... why?

Let the bahis be what it is... you be what you are... stop interfering... and start thinking...

Think...

Oh and by the way - "Meri Bhais Ko Danda Kyu Mara?" translates into "Why did you hit my buffalo with a stick?"

How to Properly Place New Employees

A friend emailed this to me today... quite funny...

1. Put 400 bricks in a closed room.

2. Put your new hires in the room and close the door.

3. Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours.

4. Then analyze the situation;

a. If they are counting the bricks, put them in the Accounting Department.

b. If they are recounting them, put them in Auditing.

c. If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, put them in Engineering.

d. If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order, put them in Planning.

e. If they are throwing the bricks at each other, put them in Operations.

f. If they are sleeping, put them in Security.

g. If they have broken the bricks into pieces, put them in Information Technology.

h. If they are sitting idle, put them in Human Resources.

i. If they say they have tried different combinations, they are looking for more, yet not a brick has been moved, put them in Sales.

j. If they have already left for the day, put them in Marketing.

k. If they are staring out of the window, put them in Strategic Planning.

l. If they are talking to each other, and not a single brick has been moved, congratulate them and put them in Top Management

m. Finally, if they have surrounded themselves with bricks in such a way that they can neither be seen nor heard from, put them in the Legislature.

----Anonymous

its passion...

These words appear as "Honi soit qui mal y pense" as the motto of the Grenadier Guards, the most senior infantry regiment in the British Army. Quite heavy words when you think of it, and quite professional too...

I asked myself a question last night when I was unable to sleep. Who is truly a "professional"? The entire night I spent just pondering on this term, morning came and I was still answer-less, slowly it was time to go off to work... and as I got ready, slowly archiving and deleting all the memories and worries of the previous day and personal life lest it affect me and my actions today, the meaning got clearer and my mind went into overdrive...

The almost 2 years that I spent in SM, my day started and ended with work... if I was happy, it was because I did something good... if I was sad, it meant I screwed up something... those two years knew nothing more... home was just a bed to sleep on... time for my friends... time for my family... time for me... time for life... there wasn't any time at all!!!

I did everything I was asked to do... I did everything I had to do... I did things I was supposed to... I did what I was not supposed to do... I did things just because people I thought I couldn't do... I did stuff to tick people off... I did things because it gave me a high... loved every moment of doing it all...

Work slowly became a passion, I got married to my job... became one with it... I would even dream of work...

And then one day it ended... I had to move on... what is left are just memories... a day's, maybe 2's work done in mere hours because I had to keep a promise... 3 weeks spent on a project which still carries my name... something that was snatched away and later came back to me... the guy who pat on the back... the gleaming eyes of that girl... the smile on the face of my team... that one comment - "Vibhu dai is a positive psycho!"... and when I was leaving... "Mat jaa yaar..."

I miss those days...

Was this professionalism? No... I don't think so... I'm too much in love with my work... its passion...