Manglish

 

 

Not many days back, I was getting lifted up by the office elevator.  I had a young girl and an older boy with me.  Unknown but with same company logo as mine…

The girl said:”Sir, I realized after today’s session that if we empower our team members, they do take ownership“

I felt little itchiness on my palms, lips and ears.

Mr. ‘Sir’ replied:” This is a new learning for you..!!”

I had a full blown histamine blast inside me.. (FYI: Two tablets of Avil is a safe treatment, in case you are caught in allergy attack)

The allergen was the new language.  Named Manglish.. Managerial English.  Credit to Chetan Bhagat (One night at call centre). 

 My fate has pushed me into the corporate world.. Like an asthamatic pushed in a dusty basement..

I have developed special de-coders for the language for personal use.

They say: “There are so many new ‘learnings’ from todays ‘open forum’ “

I hear: “Boss has given big firing and long list of ‘action points’ to be executed fast (Fast=TODAY).”

 They say: “Let’s ‘close this by EOD’“

I hear:” Instead of ‘US’, it’s ‘YOU’ who will finish this by today night.  Tell your wife “Good night!!” right now..

They say:”You need to ‘go that extra mile’ “

I hear:”You are hopeless”.  This is usually a predictor of bad prognosis..

They say: “We are ‘right sizing’ our organization..”

I hear:”We are shaving off staff”

They say:” We can’t utilize current resources in this new project

I hear:”The resources (which are poor humans) will leave organization and probably business domain, even without waiting for bonus if any further additional work is assigned to them”

They say: “You are not optimizing the output“

I hear:”You are inefficient, good for nothing and your performance rating is going to be worse by one grade”.  I usually feel like a toffee making machine which is pouring out twisted and de-shaped toffee pieces from the delivery end.

They say:”Be assertive, not aggressive..”

I hear:”Don’t speak in front of bosses anything except for YES!!”

I am not old..

I do sometimes walk into nostalgia in slow heavy steps against my wish.  As years of life pass, more memories pile up and reflux is common..

I miss the brands of my childhood like Gold Spot, Cadbury’s Double Decker, Campco Chocolate, Lambretta scooter..

 

Kismi toffee bar is still here around..but I don’t love that one anymore..All people don’t need to die to go away from you..

..And then I suddenly get scared that my wife will comment:” You are OLD!!!”

I stand somewhere in-between.  My generation, still (may be deemed) somewhat young, got exposed to new arrivals more than any generation in the past and may be in future.

It’s unbelievable to myself that I did not know of the television for many earlier years of my life..

No.. I dont live in Madagascar and I am just 32.. Talking about the current life..

To have a black old block phone with a round metal dial that makes trrrrrrr with each digit.. was highest prestige one could have in my primary years..

Then in my life I saw pagers, bought two of them, discarded soon, bought many mobilephones and now..

3G, 8 megapixel, 20GB, playstation, walkman,blackberry,  pushmail with MP3 player and multiband radio and all the king’s horses don’t fill the desire.. I look ahead for the handset with in built television to launch..

In my town the Television transmitter was unheard of and of course, absent.  There was no point in anyone having a TV set.  So the favourite pass-time for me and my gang was to play cricket, roam around and do some fishing in the streams, ride on the tricycle (standing model) around the small town and injure trees and ourselves in the hope of mangoes and tamarinds..

Oh no.. Sounds so unreal for today..No.. but I am NOT old..

I have a one year old son.  He plays with the 3G world.. I wonder, what’s next …!!!  I am one year old again and got a “wonder sight” to grow up with my little angel..

Moshe Smiled..

 

Moshe smiles.. Feels so much better..

I was waiting for this.. Moshe… Keep smiling all your life..

May god compensate you million times more than he has taken away from you..

My heart goes to you..

Moshe once happy in secure arms of his dad..

Moshe crying on his second birthday for his mom and dad who will never be back..

Moshe’s mom and dad were killed in the terrorist attack on Nariman house.  He was saved by his Nanny.. He spent the whole night inside Nariman house before his rescue in the middle of flying bullets and blasting granades.

After he was out, he still kept waiting for his emma (Mother) to hold him and celebrate his second birthday on Saturday, 29 November..

They were never back.. And now Moshe has flown to Israel with his grandparents.. He had to go.. leaving behind his home and streets and niche where he was born and grew up..

We couldn’d hold him back in our town, in his own nest.. which is now turned into a blood painted haunted house..and almost collapsed..

The wound on heart is too deep.. I am waiting and surfing hard to see a smile on Moshe’s face..

I remember the old song.. I sing for baby Moshe to the world..

… Heal the world..       Make it a better place..
For you and for me and the entire human race..
There are people dying..
If you care enough for the living..

Make a better place for you and for me… And for Moshe..

 

My heart goes to you Moshe….!!!

Live long and don’t cry.. I have cried a lot on your behalf inside my heart..