tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229369822024-03-17T08:58:27.090-07:00My Random ThoughtsBiswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-20545003864152985522018-02-19T14:14:00.001-08:002018-02-19T14:14:48.343-08:00Use Case writing - 4 steps to manage energy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Divide energy of writing use cases into 4 stages of precision, according to the amount of energy required and the value of pausing after each stage.<br />
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<li>Actors and Goals: List the actors and their goals system will support. Review the list for accuracy and completeness. prioritize and assign Goals to the teams and release. This gives us functional requirement and the first level of precision.</li>
<li>Use case brief or the Main Success story: For the use case we selected in previous step, sketch the main success story. Review them in draft form to ensure it delivers the interest of stakeholders we care about.</li>
<li>Failure condition: Brainstorm all failure scenario. LIST THIS COMPLETELY BEFORE MOVING TO HOW THE SYSTEM WILL HANDLE THEM. as handling the failure requires more energy, we tend to loose energy if we move to handling them before listing all possible scenario.</li>
<li>Failure handling: Write how the system is supposed to handle each failure. This step and exhausting and tricky. This often reveal a new actor or a new Goal that needs to be supported.</li>
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** Excerpts from <i>writing effective use cases by Alistair Cockburn.</i></div>
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Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-53489905064305855082012-07-11T18:46:00.000-07:002018-02-19T13:59:05.062-08:00Dadubhai - with me always.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Dadubhai, bolo to manipurer rajdhani ki?" ( Dadubhai, can you tell me what is the capital of Manipur?) ; bolo to india te kotogulo state ache? ( tell me number of States in India).</div>
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This is how I would sit with my Dadubhai after he came back from Office. I used to sit with him for hours. He would speak on diverse topics such has academics, general knowlegde, politics and would talk about virtues of life. In summer vacation I used to go to his place and spend a substantial time with him. Although I could not and can not adopt all the good qualities that my dadubhai had, whatever I learned from him would influence my character and life to a great extent. </div>
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An epitome of simplicity, integrity and impeccable honesty - my dadubhai was a strong man. He believed in his principles and followed throughout his life. He never compromised his integrity, never stooped before the society. Considering the fact that he worked as an officer in BDO (Block Development Office), could have made a fortune had he taken any wrong path. Many a times he was offered bribe by many people in order to get things done;however, he never deviated from his principle and did not accept a single favor from any one. He used to tell me how people wanted to get the work done and how he declined the offer. He used to take pride in his action. Probably that is what strikes me most. </div>
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He was a very good teacher, a very good motivator. He would ask me a question and flatter me after I answered it correct. He knew that mere preaching does not help a child acquire those gyans. He had an unique style of demonstrating good things by making me work for him. For instance, every morning, before going to office, he would ask me to polish his shoes, would ask me to get his neatly ironed Dhoti. By making me do these, he had already made me understood the importance of good grooming. Similarly, he would ask me to accompany him to temples, would ask me to get him a good book to read. </div>
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In childhood, consciously or unconsciously we tend to be close with the person who has a special connection with the child. As the child grows, the bond with this person leaves an everlasting footprints in child's future. So was the case with my Dadubhai and me. He is no more with me but, his teachings and his blessings will always be an integral part of my life.</div>
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Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-83641919273665182442011-10-08T13:22:00.000-07:002011-10-08T13:31:54.558-07:00Excerpts from the mouth of a Great monk!!"<i>I am proud to belong to a religion which has taught the world both tolerance and universal acceptance. We believe not only in universal tolerance, but we accept all religions as true..I am proud to belong to a nation which has sheltered the persecuted and the refegees of all religions and all nations of the earth...I am proud to tell you that we have gathered in our bosom the purest remnants of the Israelistes, who came to Southern India and took refuge with us in the very yearin which their holy temple was shattered to pieces by Roman tyranny...I am proud to belong to the religion which has sheltered and still fostering the remnants of grand Zoroastrian nation...I will quote to you, brethren, a few lines from hymn which I remember to have repeated from my earliest boyhood, which is every day repeated by millions of human beings: As the different streams having their different paths which men take through different tendencies, various though they appear, crooked or straight, all lead to Thee...whosoever come to Me, through whichever form, I reach him; all men are struggling through paths which in the end lead to me.</i>'<br />
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Swami Vivekanada - The man, who embraced American people as brothers and Sisters. Those words, that shook Amricans on World Parliament of Religions.<br />
And it was on 9/11.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-29836941220631444102011-04-20T19:44:00.000-07:002011-04-20T19:44:26.909-07:00Gender inequality - A dark finding of 2011 censusGender inequality is perhaps the biggest setback of otherwise good looking 2011 census of India.<br />
It may not have drawn similar media attention as compared to population, literacy etc. But ever increasing offset of male-Female ratio deserves a serious study and discussion among the policy makers of country. It is one of the biggest social threats to modern India. The natural dislike for a girl child has the potential to bankrupt the morality of a family, of a society, of a village and eventually of the country.<br />
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We call our country as MOTHER India, worship goddess Durga , Lakshmi, Saraswati and many more, We take a holy dip at the lap of mother Ganges and still console ourselves when baby girl born in the family. The country has marched forward by abolishing disgusting religious rituals like SATI, bal vivah (child marriage) etc. It is trying to come out of ever practiced discriminations against women by introducing laws on many fronts. Yet it has been witnessing the heinous and unpardonable crime against female – Murder even before she is born.<br />
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Where are we going wrong? Is this our culture? Poverty? Illiteracy? Or something else? Although poverty and illiteracy do have a role to play, in my opinion, is not the root cause of this social cancer. Poverty and hunger stricken poor give a damn about the gender of the child. Poverty and illiteracy may be the biggest reason for population crisis, but may not be for the gender inequality. It is the fair earning middle class of India who are victim and culprit of this disease. The sex ration has fallen very sharply in states like Punjab, Haryana, Gujarat and Maharashtra, which are among the richer Indian States. Today's middle class is caught in the web of the vicious social system where a girl is still considered as a burden of the family until she is married. Although we have almost abolished the dowry system which used to be the main reason for not wanting to have a girl child, the desire to spend a lot of money to maintain the social status is the modern form of dowry. As soon as a girl child is born, parents start saving for her wedding.<br />
In my opinion, if every family starts imparting a good education, if every parent strives for a dependent, self sufficient daughter, things will automatically take a U turn from where we are heading right now. Most families do not look investments on their daughter's education as a profitable affair. For many parents, cost of daughter's education does not fetch any return in future. If money spent on a boy child is an investment for a secure future of his family, money spent on a girl is an investment not only for her future, but for her family, society and the whole country.<br />
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Many studies have been conducted for gender bias in India. Factors, like economical, social, religious, biological, traditional, cultural and many more have been attributed for insatiable desire to have a boy child. Surely, the analysis of such analysis and researches throws the dark reality of the situation. But is time to act now. Let’s stop pink fading to white. Let’s stop blue become blackBiswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-90380482338307213882011-03-13T11:46:00.000-07:002011-03-13T11:48:16.264-07:00JAPAN - Never say Never againOne of my friends commented on facebook – “Ppl in our japan office walked long miles to reach home as train n all transport r closed!!!! At office, They r planning to clean up the wreckage n mess in the weekends...” This simply blows my mind off. These people have not learnt to buckle down in any circumstances. They simply throw a challenge to test their resilience, perseverance and dedication. We call them workaholic, but the work ethic is ingrained in their blood. That’s how they built a developed Japan, almost out of nothing. Japanese don’t work for themselves, rather work for the country. <br /><br />The rise of Japan post World War II is true example of their determination of building the country. A country with no natural resources, vulnerable to frequent volcanic eruption and earthquake, war torn and savaged after World War II faced lots of economical and political challenges after the war. 1973 oil crisis was yet another shock to the country which was highly depended on the oil. Yet it is the strong will of the people, high work ethics and principle that have made Japan what it is today.<br /><br />Having seen so many disasters and having successfully overcome them, I feel this Tsunami is yet another challenge. As always in past, they are ready to embrace and come out of it stronger and more prepared.<br /> <br />After all Japan teaches us never say never again. God bless the country.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-68826721442664062402011-03-02T12:16:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:17:57.125-08:00House ShiftingLast week end we moved to a new apartment. This place is closer to Boston. Although my travel time has gone up significantly, I feel good for my wife, whose commute time has lessen from humongous 2 hours to 45-50 mins one way.<br /><br />Looking back, I realize that I have lived in quite a few places in and outside India. Though some of my close friends may not buy this statement and blame me for sticking my ass in a place for ever, from my reference, I have lived in several places. May be I would have been living in many more places, had I not found my love in the city of Pune.<br /><br />Keep moving, wherever your job takes you to. It is the demand of new workforce in a flat world. You never know where you would be working next month. Earlier, shifting a city didn’t seem to bother much, leave aside shifting a place. On the contrary, moving to new place used to make me excited. Dump all your clothes and other belongings in a bag, move on to a new place. If something is not worth taking along, leave it. However, post marriage shifting a house is becoming a torturous thing to do. What used to be a wake up, pack up and go to a new place, is now keep on awaking, keep on packing and don’t yet ready to go. What keeps you awake? - so many things to consider, so many options to weigh out, so many trade offs to make. What keeps me on packing? Well, Post marriage - this is quite obvious. <div><br />Although it’s only me and my wife, I can visualize why people look to settle down after having a family. Age is merely an excuse.<br /></div>Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-91824317255850221642011-02-24T18:05:00.000-08:002011-02-24T18:12:24.003-08:003 idiots - A memory to cherish – PART 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Rj9HfONcAzZZWDmGCh8rbfHn47CuNyzLWybONpmEj7Kze5-Nyqn4oXJmraBY-GktwhasWhM0FoyyZ3doZ1AkUs50g2YYrAp3r9bIyBWCYSfwpvTxzu5BuTZCufcnChqrEGEa/s1600/OgAAAPZ4BBJZInfhtDZmtRS6ONkANkU0k3brlmiiNPWtN6CkIP9xEb4jR4o3MfeRRMK1fKbUSyY7uGMt6u-FgsqHuAMAm1T1ULtRvH09n73V5y8cuIDwu0Trdv1a.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Rj9HfONcAzZZWDmGCh8rbfHn47CuNyzLWybONpmEj7Kze5-Nyqn4oXJmraBY-GktwhasWhM0FoyyZ3doZ1AkUs50g2YYrAp3r9bIyBWCYSfwpvTxzu5BuTZCufcnChqrEGEa/s320/OgAAAPZ4BBJZInfhtDZmtRS6ONkANkU0k3brlmiiNPWtN6CkIP9xEb4jR4o3MfeRRMK1fKbUSyY7uGMt6u-FgsqHuAMAm1T1ULtRvH09n73V5y8cuIDwu0Trdv1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577442800270062210" /></a><br />Time spent with good friends is always a precious possession. It is something that you can always cherish and enjoy. No matter where you are, what you do – your memory is always with you. I was lucky to have some good friends in my college. Out of many good friends, some friends are meant for ever. Ours is one of such. Dalprit, Himanshu and Biswajit - the tripod of our everlasting friendship.<br /><br />We had some fun memories in IIT KGP. Some of them are really funny and worth sharing.One of such incidents that come to my mind immediately is, making Himanshu and Mahesh Jha run 2.2 after making them drunk. We pretended to participate in the race and elevated Himanshu’s enthusiasm to win the race. The common word for doing such act was ‘Tempo high karna’. It was our (Dallu and I) ploy to make Himanshu run. We all got ready. 3…2….1… and we all started running. After few yards, dallu and I stepped back. Himanshu’s fuel tank was already full (with?) and he ran like a jet in high throttle ready to take off. Dallu and I reached the end point from the other side. Basically it was circular track (total length of 2.2 km and hence the name 2.2). While we were resting and having some chit-chat, Himanshu was approaching the finish line. We could not resist our laughter. A drunken cheated Himanshu did not take it easily and poured his anger with all sorts of desi gaaali. Applaud on his commendable win didn’t seem to pacify his anger. He didn’t even realize his co-runner had also stepped back midway....:-) ( to be continued....)Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-91258329514188009582011-02-17T20:13:00.001-08:002011-02-17T20:14:37.282-08:00Car AccidentMy brain went blank as I found myself at the middle of the intersection while taking the left turn. A speeding car from the right lane of the opposite direction banged my front wheel. Before my brain could react, the damage was done. By the grace of God, neither of us was injured. The moment of staring at the speeding car was horrific and beyond any words. It was like helpless and petrified in front of a bullet train, like an idle rabbit ready to be grasped by sharp paws of a haunting eagle.<br /><br />It all happened in a bright sunny winter morning. I was getting ready to drop my wife in the train station. My wife once asked me not to start so early. She had an option to catch the next train and hence we could have started bit late. But who can beat the destiny? I was on my way back from station and just then the incident happened. Good Morning….<br /><br />The accident blocked the traffic and the scene was crazy in a busy Wednesady morning. Called the 911 for the first time and with in 5-10 mins officers were busy clearing the traffic. After few initial formalities, they called a tow truck and my car was towed away.<br /><br />Now the fun part - while heading to home in a cab, the driver started a friendly discussion with me. During the conversation, I told him about the accident I met with. Suddenly he made a call to his office and told everyone about the gentleman he is picking up. Later he told me that his office was informed about the nasty traffic jam where my accident had taken place. All the drivers were informed about it. It seemed, he took pride in picking up the person involved in the incident and informed everyone about it. Feels good to be known and to be felt important in someone’s life - does not matter how.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-83124411446003765362011-01-13T09:53:00.001-08:002011-01-13T09:56:23.001-08:00Items On Sale‘Grab the best deal on thanksgiving…’. Thanksgiving passed by. Here comes another sale season of Christmas. Just when Santa is done with his shopping of gifts on sale, shopping malls start alluring customers with yet another attractive sales offer for new year. Well, things are going to be quite for some time – I thought. Long live consumerism, TV commercials are flooded with post holiday season sales. Then winter sale, spring sale, summer sale ….Sale season does not seem to end in USA.<br />During post holiday sale in first week of New Year, I could not control my curiosity to visit the shopping mall. I was surprised to see a full parking lot. People leave no opportunity to garb the best deal of the sale season. In other words, they keep shopping through out the year. Sometimes, I wonder, I would be most foolish person on earth if I buy some stuff with its original price, because, the item might retain its original price tag for just few days. Rest of the time it will be sold with the SALE price.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-88556493350484792572011-01-11T19:43:00.000-08:002011-01-11T19:44:03.564-08:00Weather.comOne winter morning, I headed for office and something unusual drew my attention. Most the cars in the car parking had their wind shield wipers up. Although the view drew my attention, my mind didn’t find it significant enough to think about. May be company is providing free car wash to all the cars in the garage, may be its wiper up day in the company, or may be…who cares. <br />After the office time, I was excited to see my first snowfall in US. It was a great feeling until I reached my car and found it buried behind snow. I started removing the snow. At this point it crossed me that somebody mentioning, the car roof top, lights and wind shield glass should be snow free before you hit the road. I managed to clear good amount of snow but my hands were numb. I jumped inside the car and thought that rest of the snow from the windshield could be removed by the wiper. Turned on the wiper, nothing happened. Checked again, same result. When I came out to find what had happened to the wiper, just then I realized why everybody kept their wipers up. I learned it a hard way. It took around 10-15 mins in freezing cold before I could make the wiper work again. <br />The very next day, I changed my browser welcome page to weather.com.<br />Weather forecast plays a significant role in New England, if not in whole USA. Almost accurate prediction of day’s weather determines how the day will shape up. I am writing this from my home today late at night, because I don’t need to be worried about waking up early tomorrow. Weather.com predicts a snow storm tomorrow. <br />It reminds me the scene in Swedesh, where the head of the village asks Sahrukh :”…what do you do in Amrica? …”<br />Sahrukh : “….well… I work in NASA…”<br />Vilagers: “..what des it manufacture?....”<br />Sahrukh: “..Hmm..well…”<br />His Aunt interrupts and to show off the her association with Sahrukh, promptly replies: “..Satellite helps us to do weather forcast..like, where it would rain, when it would rain etc..”.<br />One of the wise man among villagers(sarcastically): “..well, Sahdev (a native villager) can also predict weather, by looking at the sky..He does not go to Amrica for that..”. he then calls Sahdev.<br />Sahdev comes and staring at the sky: “ Sky is clear..Its not gonna rain for 2 days …”<br /><br />Long live Sahadev.com..sorry weather.com.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-35574775481810830642011-01-11T18:52:00.000-08:002011-01-11T18:54:57.327-08:002010: the year that was2010 passes by and leaves behind lots of good memories to cherish and bad memories to forget. It was one full year outside India and just passed by in the blink of the eye.<br /><br />Shaken by the brutal winter, First half of the year was quite and dull. On top of that my back injury and frequent visits to doctor and physical therapist was making the life miserable, needless to say the hole in pocket by the co-pays and medical bills.<br /><br />Having just arrived in USA a month back, I was still coping up with initial formalities like getting driver’s license, searching for a home, Social for my wife, above all….settling down. During this time I was dependent on my friend Swami for office commutation and household shopping. I am really grateful to him for helping me out in those tough initial days. We had a great time together until he had to relocate to NJ. Meanwhile I purchased my first car here and it brought a sense of mobility in our life. The excitement surpassed the cruelty of weather and we hit the road to make an exciting trip to my cousin’s place in New Jersey. This trip was special for me as I was meeting my class mate and close friend, Arunava after almost six years out of college and this time as my bor-in-law. We had a great time, got a glimpse of big apple night life and enjoyed it thoroughly.<br /><br />So far so good, but life is not a box of chocolates. Life brought some bad news from our family back in India. We were very depressed for not able to be there in that bad time. My wife also developed some health problem and our frequent visits to doctors resumed once again. At one hand she was living with excruciating pain of ear infection, her state of mind on the other was bothering me a lot. Strong dose of Antibiotics and painkillers made her weak. As our life was going through same turbulences, spring brought some fresh change in the air. I took a break and thought of exploring the great city of Boston. We made frequent trips to Boston and some beautiful places nearby, like Rhodes Island, Vermont, NH etc. In May, we went out for yet another ride to New Jersey. My friend with his family joined us in New Jersey and we went to DC. The trip was great but exhausting.<br />I saw my wing mate Anand and had a good dinner together. It was a great get together after so many years. My museum freak wife was heartbroken for not able to see enough of DC Museums and vowed to come back again. <br />Overnight camping in Connecticut with friends was a very refreshing experience. Food, drink, poker and lots of fun. It was a typical Bengali style Picnic with lots of eatables, drinks and cards. Chicken, mutton, eggs, sweets – you name it and we had them all. Only Fish didn’t find its place in the platter.<br />We welcomed summer with a bang with a trip to Vegas and Grand Canyon. We were the group of 3 couples flew down to Vegas from other three corners of the country. Raju flew from Seattle, Rudy manna from Orlando and I from Boston. The experience in Vegas can’t be explained here as what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas :-). Leave behind all your tensions, worries and simply grab a beer, a cigarette and relax in the land of gambling. Never ending nickel sounds of slot machines and lively environment elevates the mood and takes to a different world of rich and famous. The place tests one's capability to control the temptation of...well, quite a few things. :-) . In one line, the experience was very rejuvenating for me and my wife. Mona had a childhood dream of visiting Grand Canyon and she was more excited for canyon than Vegas. We had a terrific ride to canyon. With the steroids of Raju paul’s energy and my wife’s excitement, it was a perfect trip. In the first glance, the magnanimous, gigantic view of canyon left an indelible impression and forced me to think how a small tiny Colorado River can cut through such a rocky land of Arizona to make it visible even from space. This is simply wow!!!<br />Rest of the summer passed by very quickly and in winter when I retrospect, it seems that it is mercy of winter to throw a tiny patch of summer upon mankind. Already colorful vegetation got some more streaks of color as the fall arrived. The trip to Loon Mountain with Apurva and his wife Ananya in a bright fall morning was similar to a trip to fairy land. In my child hood sometimes I used to paint such scenic beauty and wonder if they really existed. Fall in New England does not leave any doubts.<br />Rest of the year was quite good and brought some good news into our life. My wife's uncle recovered miraculously from Cancer. Meanwhile my wife got her work permit and started looking for job opportunities. Life didn’t disappoint her. She cracked one of the best jobs that she could think off. I am very happy for her and am relieved from the thought that she left her good job in India just to accompany me. I might not have done this sacrifice if I were in her shoes.<br />More or less 2010 was a mix bag for us. We sailed through the turbulences together and enjoyed the life in all possible ways.<br />Looking forward to a great year ahead.<br />Happy new year 2011.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-1145634377073498052006-04-21T08:44:00.000-07:002009-03-21T02:33:16.207-07:00Lets have a Kick Off !!!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/2341/1600/group.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/2341/320/group.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />P&G- an offshore group of geometric, a bunch of fresh, talented and<br />Enthusiastic guys and gals, a group where fun knows no bound an ideal<br />mentoring of some seniors, a pleasant company of some nice colleagues, in other words, a complete family.<br /><br />I was exhilarated to see a bong mentor as Pradipta Mukherjee when<br />Akash, my team lead, a nice guy, charismatic personality and most<br />importantly a guy with whom Planks equation (E = h x frequency) seemed to be satisfied, introduced me with him in P&G.I was about to start working in my first ever real life project ( to be more specific, before that I had been enjoying the luxury of leading a trainee life), I wondered, TCE being a PLM product, how it will help a company (P&G) which is in the field of consumer goods or in a market of soap, toothpaste, etc, etc. My excitement crossed the threshold when I saw first page of Prototype in MDO kickoff meeting-- A page with some pics of baby napkins. Even in my remote imagination I could not able to co-relate assembly and parts (learned during TCE training lecture) with baby napkins and baby soaps.<br /><br />Sometime I can’t resist laughter when I do a flash back of those days<br />when I, along with Vipin and parul were interviewed by Tony king for P&G ODC. He asked in the interview <em>"Will you mind if you are required to fly to USA with a short notice?"</em>I didnt realize the carrot hanging in front of me but the string is tied with my tail only.<em>..No, not a problem, it would be my pleasure to go to USA..</em>That was my instaneous reply. Going one step further to reveal my corporate immaturity, satish Mulley told me and Vipin-<em>"I am planning to take both of you to USA by October."</em>I interrupted him immediately and said <em> “Will you mind to postpone the trip by few months as I need to take a vacation for my sister's marriage in the month of October?"</em>Hah...<br /><br />Well, I was among those few lucky ones (was I??) who cleared the<br />Interview and induced in the P&G ODC (Offshore development center). I inherited my machine from Satish Mulley (I didnt know who he had inherited from), and hence I got the same OS installation, same TC40<br />Installation, same TC3.0 (didnt know how many versions of TC installation he had), same Oracle, same Tomcat, same Web logic etc. initially I considered my self lucky to get a complete machine and no head ache for any further installations. But I warn you all, never accept a machine with maximum software installed. If possible get a formatted one and do all installations yourself. That machine caused me hell lot of pain and I forgot the count of un-installing and re-installing software. So I got the same machine, same OS, same TC but my SE (surrounding environment) kept on changing. We were privileged to work at many sites (Don’t confuse with on sites) at Geometric, like 3rd floor Red fort (changed location twice in this floor only), 1st floor, ground floor, STPI and Agra fort. The changes were so frequent that sometime the security guard at the gate would ask me if I was shifting location again, when I would be going to Gym with a bag.<br /><br />In Geometric, flanked by a good number of batch mates from IIT and company of some of the colleagues like Amit Teli and others, made those earlier days alive. It was like going back to college, and it was the feeling that made working at geometric so excited and rejuvenated. Under mentoring of Pradipta, I finally learned swimming and yes Team Center enterprise also. Akash had a very good quality of making me involve in project related discussions, whatsoever it would be, with out bothering me as a fresher. As a result we developed an environment where fair exchange of ideas could take place.<br /><br />Unfortunately our group saw some attritions which included Akash, but<br />by that time they had done enough so that we could shoulder the responsibility of continuing the tempo of P&G. We did not want the let the P&G spirit die. New gays and gals...Oopps ladies joined our group and with their support and enthusiasm we made P&G even better than it was before.<br /><br />I can’t remember a single day when I stayed back till 3AM in the office<br />for project related work but the day when Vipin and I were busy in deciding various aspects of Divyagarh outing. We let our creative juice<br />flow, we let our imagination to imagine, and finally came up with a nice schedule for the outing.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/2341/1600/dive_agar0007.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/2341/320/dive_agar0007.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Divyagarh outing- amidst hot humid and rainy weather, we started our trip to divyagarh. Sport, music, drink, and of course ODOMOS (censored), it had everything an ideal outing should have. The captivating view of Divyagarh beach, an enchanting view of natural fountains and clouds in the surrounding exotic valleys ( on our way),Vada paw and drinks in a Tapori and enthusiasm of everyone were some of the factors which were like ice on the cake and made the trip very special and memorable. Right from the beginning of the trip I made it clear that we would return by following day early morning as I had some personal work to do at Pune.Everyone was curious to know what my personal work could be, but I was determined not to reveal it. I realized for the second time that I pos a strong determination (first time when I cleared IIT JEE), when no one could fetch out a slightest clue about my personal work. Even Nitin tappe surrendered after making me drunk with 5-6 pegs of Vodka and realized that I would not reveal it. I wish Arvind was there with us -- but in that case Shivani would have missed <em>"Main aur meri tanhayi<br /></em><strong></strong> award.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/2341/1600/SV601883.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2580/2341/200/SV601883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />P&G ODC is incomplete with out mentioning about its twin sister, NPO.<br />Consisting of some of the charismatic personalities like Naveen San, rather Naveen da, is the best team leader I have observed so far. Ironically I was not in his project. so may be I am wrong :-). Helpful, adorned with good sense of humor and soft spoken, and most importantly always ready to go for a sutta, make him a nice person to be with. naveen da working with Saurabh ( jhansi) and Saurabh working under Naveen da must be a great experience for each other. Jhansi (My batch mates would wonder who is Saurabh) is an amazing person. Be with him for one day, you will come to know darkest and brightest side of life. When I met with Ashutosh nandan, another guy used to work in NPO,I wondered if he is addicted to cigarettes or cigarette is addicted to Ashutosh, was another nice guy to be with.<br /><br />In short, it was a great experience and association with P&G. Now when<br />I have moved out of it and though I feel bad for not being with it.All the best to this group. I have learned a lot from this group and I will always miss my association with it.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-1142783358409931202006-03-19T07:18:00.000-08:002009-03-21T02:34:56.116-07:00"Money is not the root of all evil"<em>"What is root of money. Money is a tool of exchange, which cant exist untill there are ggods produced and men able to produce them.Money is the meterial shape of the principle that the men who wish to deal with one another must must deal by trade and give value for money.money is not the tool of the moochers, who claim our product by tears, or of the looters who take it from us by force.Money is made possible only by the menwho produce.Is this what we consider root of evil?<br /><br />When we accept money in payment for our effort, we do so only on the convictionthat we will exchange it for the product of the effort of others. it is not the moochers or looters who give value to money. Not an occean of tears nor all the guns in the worlds can transform this piece of paper in our wallet into the bread we will need to survive tomorrow.These piceses of paper which should have been gold, are a token of honour--our claim upon the energy of the men who produce.Our wallet is statement of hope that the somewhere in the world around us there are men who will not default on the moral principle which is the root of money.is this what we consider root of evil.<br /><br />have we ever looked into the root of production?Let us take a look at the electric generator and dare tell ourselve that it was created by the musculer efforts or unthinking bruts-- and we shall know that man's mind is the root of all the goods produced and of all the wealth that have ever existed on earth.<br /><br />We sometime say that money is made at the expense of the weak? what strength do we mean?Its not the strength of the guns and muscles. Wealth is the product of man's capacity to think.Then is money made by the man who invents a motor at the expense of those who didnt invent it?Is money made by the intelligent at the expense of the fools?By the ambitious at the expense of the lazy?Money is made before it can be looted or mooched--made by effort of every honest men, each to the extent of his ability. An honest man is one who knows that he cant consume more than he has produced.<br /><br />To trade by means of money is the code of the men of good will. Money rest on the axiom that the every men is the owner of his mind and effort. money allows no power to prescribe the value of our effort except the volunntary choice of the man who is willing to trade us his effort in return. Money demands that we sell not our weakness to men's stupidity, but our talent to their reason.Money is the code of existence.Is this what we consider evil?"</em><br /> from Atlus shrugged, AYN RANDBiswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-1142540963707635662006-03-16T12:22:00.000-08:002009-03-21T02:36:04.783-07:00Quality of qualityIts really amazing to realize that 'quality' is also qualitative.That is, an excelent quality to some frame of reference may not be an excelent for some other frame of reference.For a country like India some thing of best quality could be of inferier quality to the same thing of bad quality in America.<br /><br />Standerd of life really plays an important role in determining quality. For a begger the term 'quality' does not have any importance as long as his necessities are being met.A country where goods to be exported are marked as 'Export Quality' and are of superier quality than the same product consumed in localy, is found to be a developeing one, whereas such distinction is not made in developed country.<br /><br />Also if we think in terms of socio-economic way, in a social economy, Quality of quality tends to degrade due to lack of competition from other rivalaries, causing monopolization the market and producing poor quality and people have no chouce but to accept it, however in an open market, where competition is stiff, winner is often decided by the producer of best quality goods.<br /><br />A Quality thinking to deliver best whatever we deliver can write a mission statement for a company, but to actually have a best quality, we should rather have a thinking of 'Accepting best to whatever we are supposed to get' and realizing it by heart.Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22936982.post-1141208774032333032006-03-01T02:26:00.000-08:002009-03-21T02:36:41.475-07:00My Professional ABACUS<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/10013/1024/15.jpg"><img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/131/10013/320/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Infosys Revisited <a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="absmiddle" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Infosys. My professional abacus. It was a perfect foundation to start with for any freshers coming out of colleges. Environment out there was perfect blend of College and proffesional life. We hardly missed our KGP culture at INFOSYS Hyderabad.<br /><br />It was a group of few SAS(self assumed studs), not to mention, some were really studs, in TEJASHRRE apartment, where "Gachhi Tigers" made their own den.Group consisted of Prasun chowdhury, Kumar setu, Rahul Tongia,Nitish lumar, Anand dhaboo, Chinmoy mallick and myself.<br /><br />Some of the memorable momments:<br /><br /><b> Playing cricket inside our apartment room and drinks break by me..lead Role--Busy in writting</b><br /><b> Cooking chicken ..lead Role-- Prasun </b><br /><b> Enjoying Tandoory chicken near ABIDS..lead Role--Chinu da </b><br /><b> Fighing with drunkard neighbour..lead Role--Setu and Tongia </b><br /><b> GD/discussion on the topic "Our would be Wives.." </b><br /><b> Crash courses..lead Role--Nitish the stud </b><br /><b> celebrating Diwavali..lead Role--Prasun and setu </b><br /><br />etc etc...<br /><br />So during my visit to Hyderabad, I could not stay back from visiting INFY and our own apartment."Gacchi Tigers"..keep roaring..Biswajithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14106558924815037517noreply@blogger.com2