Sunday, June 04, 2006

India managed to lose a series to the lowly west indies,I got weird messages at midnight asking me to either not go to office or wear black clothes instead of the uniform(only the shirt is what they gave)as a for of protest against the reservations, Arjun Singh ensured my chances of clearing cat are reduced by 27% and the sensex took a dip(u cant blame it with all this heat!!!!) and lot of other things too happened that I could write about. But then instead of labouring on for pages about any of the topics I will continue what I promised, I will continue memoirs of piyush khandekar.I guess it was also the fear of doing a kaavya that stopped me from doing it although i would love to finally have something common with her but then you have to sacrifice certain pleasures:(
15 days in maruti and i am still trying to figure out the ways of this place for eg..
1.) Why in the world the play this chameli song in the morning and then at evening "kahin door jab din dhal jaye".....God!!!!
2.) They couldn’t use their brains enough so just named the administrative buildings mezannine 1 and 2(will explain this at a later stage)
3.) Why you have to take food only once?

So after my dream was so hopelessly shattered that unforgettable evening. We(me,jhootdeva,ash,2 Canadian, and one surly faced dude whose name i still don’t know and i don't care now) were expedited to mezannine-2 and a smiling, beautiful lady called Mrs Seema Sahukar(Me and sach had a huge debate what her last name was...apparently it varied between samahar to sahutar) and we were ushered into another a.c. room and with a cold drink in our hands so that we will not bicker much were given our departments.I got WDE(weld engineering) this also is mr kunal kapoor or nitin's department so i was assured of a cool time. The first day in my department i was tossed around from one person to another as no one wanted the responsibility of an intern under then until finally they found a bakra to take me around the shop floor. So in comes jayant:Has the hair of a dhoni,a goatee that would put aamir khan to shame, says he plays like federer, believes sex is the way to achieve nirvana, somehow graduated from dce, and apparently is a good time pass when u have nothing to do(which is always) and if he is not talking to his gf on his phone cleverly camouflaged in his locks. The weld shop is perhaps one of the best in the business, its right out of a Hollywood sci -fi film with almost all the work done by robotic arms you get the feel that Dr. Octavius's hands came off and started working for maruti(its that good).But you soon get tired of the robots and more importantly the heat and realise that the air conditioned mezzanine was always the better option. With practically zilch work and the four roorkeites on the same floor (joothdeva,ash,phodu and me) it was time to find a new nescafe or should i say induscafe to hang around and there it was, the visitor area with a vending machine,a fridge stuffed with all the paraphernalia for our rescue.So we spend all our tea breaks, lunch breaks, and the time that is left "brainstorming" in the new induscafe. Sachdeva is the proud president of our small society as he spends the whole day there..poor guy still doesn't have a project. One of the very noticeable things at this place is the absolute domination of the japanese in all influential decisions.you get the feel that Mr. Khattar is just and Indian face for the public whereas the show is run by the japs and mind you there is a lot of animosity amongst the maruti employees about this.The japs are real hard-orking chaps, they come to the office with a bag so huge that you wonder whether they came straight from IGI and straight into the conference room and they come out either for a sutta break or to go home. The main point though is that it's like they have ensured everything is automated and organised in such a manner that its almost impossible to get anything wrong and as the indian employess are practically not required except those on the shopfloor. The 600 acre plant is not just about machines and japs but I really have a good time with the seniors of my department,they are very friendly and we joke around and pull each others legs like we knew each other from times immemorial....just fun but I was definitely not prepared for what was in store....
\nOne fine afternoon as we all were sitting in fron of our comps and doing something or pretending to do something at least a monkey decided that it had enough of strolling about in the ventilation shaft and decide to simply drop down on one of the comps in the \ndepartment.There was complete chaos in the department as the monkey ram amock,with files flying all round and people diving for cover.I took great courage and management skills on the part of all the department heads to firstly vacate the hall and the call the security to nab the \nprankster.And in between all this one could see a jap still sitting on his comp designing a jig oblivious to the bedlam around him.Finally as all the employees enjoyed a 1 hr break from work standing in the lobby,gossiping,cracking monkey jokes and drinking tea the monkey menace was finally \nresolved.An interesting observation was that the monkey looked like the japs without the tail so probably he had just "dropped" by to say hello and people made an unnecessary fuss.One of the things that has changed in me is my new found love of drinking tea,i gues with nothing to do and 2 tea breaks a day it had to happen.

One fine afternoon as we all were sitting in front of our comps and doing something or pretending to do something at least, a monkey decided that it had enough of strolling about in the ventilation shaft and decide to simply drop down on one of the comps in the department. There was complete chaos in the department as the monkey ram amuck, with files flying all round and people diving for cover. I took great courage and management skills on the part of all the department heads to firstly vacate the hall and the call the security to nab the prankster. And in between all this one could see a jap still sitting on his comp designing a jig oblivious to the bedlam around him. Finally as all the employees enjoyed a 1 hr break from work standing in the lobby, gossiping, cracking monkey jokes and drinking tea. The monkey menace was finally resolved. An interesting observation was that the monkey looked like the japs without the tail so probably he had just "dropped" by to say hello and people made an unnecessary fuss. One of the things that has changed in me is my new found love of drinking tea, I guess with nothing to do and 2 tea breaks a day it had to happen, I mean you even get tire of just roaming around and lounging about after some time. So now I have what is supposedly a project and I was told in no less words by my boss that I had to complete the project in 2 months and not come back and eat his head and pester him to give him some work because he basically doesn’t have any, but Mr. Fate had to intervene and I found a Canadian intern who happened to be assigned the same project so the two of us(More him than me) have already completed the project and I wonder what I will do in the coming days. Well, the only positive that comes out is I get ample time to read novels and I would like to recommend to everyone a novel by the name, ”Anything For You maa’m-An iitian’s love story” by tushar raheja(an iitian obv).Enjoy the novel and until the next time happy reading!!!