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Wednesday, 24 April 2013

The Jalebi Moment: Demystifying The IT Job


As now I have obviously become a part of the biggest myth in the Indian Job Scenario, the Indian IT Industry, the million dollar job(or rather the dollar wala job as the Indian Non IT Middle Class assumes it), I have deemed myself qualified enough to comment and appraise on the system, tell society what we actually do and quench the thirst among masses that have no clue what this I and the T does to people like us

Beginning with the hoopla that surrounds the IT Industry, obviously I won’t rate it over hyped to what it does and did to our economy. The growth in the service sector in India has been led by the IT–ITES sector, contributing substantially to increase in GDP, employment, and exports. The sector has increased its contribution to India's GDP from 1.2% in FY1998 to 7.5% in FY2012. According to NASSCOM, the IT–BPO sector in India aggregated revenues of US$100 billion in FY2012, where export and domestic revenue stood at US$69.1 billion and US$31.7 billion respectively, growing by over 9%.

Well let me clarify, the genesis of this post is neither to debate this statistical growth nor to talk about the pros and cons that this field has and will offer. This post is just my personal opinion and what I explain people in what you call in lay mans term as to what I do, at its very essence.

This is the revealing of the character(in the non sensical way) of the guy in the colored tag around his neck, it’s the mystery behind the glass doors, beyond the access oriented smart gates, it is what lies in those air conditioned sophisticated burrows, where the insomniacs the intellectuals like us abode for the latter part of the day

So it all begins with one day my mom asking me, out of her concern-sarcasm-angry mind, what the hell I do behind that 14inch LCD monitor till 1am in the night. To a person, though equipped enough to handle a desktop/laptop, who types her daughters leave letters on a system, justifying spending close to 10 hrs with that soul less machine wasn’t a tough task, when I took a reference point

I tell her, I make Jalebis. Yeah it’s that simple. Im a halwai making jalebis. Yeah if your eyes popped out reading my last statement, I reiterate I make jalebis, a traditional Indian sweet best enjoyed with samosas.
 
At my essence, as my manager designates me, I am a developer. A software developer(sounds big aint it!!).So what do I do and how do I do is a question concerning many. So here I am, making jalebis.
But let me tell u making jalebis is not that easy a job, when you are making jalebis at an international standard. This will be tasted by a lot and will be payed for again in a lot. So how do we do it?

Well it all begins in a 100square feet room(the meeting room), where my manager tells me, Ansuman we have a new project called “Paneer jalebi”, it would be served in the restaurants in US in July 2013,so you need to complete the same two months in advance. Ok paneer jalebi has to be made, timings are known, but how do I make the jalebi, what shape what color, how much sweetness how do I know? After all its gonna be My paneer jalebis, that will be served on exotic plates in some state in United States. So now the broth begins

First I receive a document from the people on the other side of the world that tells me exactly what kind of jalebi I need to make, the texture, the taste the look n feel. We the literate call it a Software Requirement Specification(SRS).I read it carefully, consult my other halwai colleagues take their suggestions and have a proper understanding of the jalebi

In the mean while, the client (the one who would be selling my jalebis at his store) changes the configuration of the jalebis. He now modifies the SRS and tells me, look buddy, we will try the paneer jalebi later on, right now just make me an ordinary besan wala jalebi. Ok fine, you will eat, you will sell it, you will pay us, ur jalebi concern is mine, so I change my understanding accordingly.

Having understood the requirements first I make a document of mine, where I tell them overall how I am gonna make the jalebi, I tell them the containers I’m gonna use, the amount of sugar, besan oil etc, at what temperature I will make it, how many I will make it. This glorious piece of document is called a High Level Design(HLD). This is then reviewed by the client and my other halwai friends letting me know if I understood the things well and if I’m missing anything.

Once approved, it’s time to actually plan the sequence of events, the exact way forward, and that is where comes the Application Design(AD) or Low Level Design. Here I talk about how I am gonna mix the battor, how I am gonna fry, what safety measures I’m gonna use, basically I am writing down my own receipe before even entering the kitchen. As my halwai friends and the clients are important they again review, comment and help me make it further better

Now is the time to make it. It is where we grind our heads together, put our hands down, and using all the skills and knowledge accrued over the past 1 year (yeah I didn’t learn anything in college) we try to make some of the finest jalebis in the world. Yes like even the best cooks, even we burn a little bit of our fingertips, sometimes the oil is spilled, sometimes the console shows errors, sometimes the code won’t run, sometimes the logic fails, sometimes we do make broken soft jalebis ,but then gradually going deeper into the jalebi we just make it right, the coding is done .

Phew hot jalebis are ready, and who eats them first, obviously me. This is called Unit Testing (UT) where I check, I made what I was supposed to make. Having done that, I deliver the jalebis to the environment team, who make it available across all counters of my company. A special team of testers whom I refer to as the tasters, do what is called an Assembly Testing (AT). They are not the one who made the jalebis, but have an idea of what was to be made and they validate my jalebis. Next comes IST another senior better group of tasters. This way a lot of people right from my company to the client tastes it, approves it or ask me to modify as and when needed.

Finally comes the day when the jalebis are out there on the market for whom it was intended. We call it deployment/production. It is a proud moment for us and we celebrate it over the night watching the progress of its release, gorging on pizzas this time literally

So this is it, I’m a halwai and I am proud of it.

The conversation between my family and me over the office lines are something like this
Mom- What you doing?
Me-frying jalebis(coding)/tasting my own jalebis(unit testing)/explaining my clients how Im gonna make the jalebis(HLD review calls)
Mom-Why you so upset today?
Me- I’m not able to make the jalebis right(coding issues)/someone else made rasgullas and didn’t make it right and I am asked to correct it(some one elses defects and their resolution)/the client thinks jalebis will be too sweet(conflicts in my AD with client specification)

As things are progressing, we are taking a very proactive approach on making jalebis. The sane people call it Agile methodology. Where in the client is one hell of a confused person, he doesn’t know what he wants and we meet every day over the phone and make jalebis together. It is basically me making jalebis everyday with client telling me what to do, what not to do, and the tasters tasting and approving disapproving it right away.

I hope by now my readers are in a trance lost in the tweaks and turns of a jalebi. Besides the halwais and the tasters there are others. The ones who make it possible for everyone to taste my jalebi(build/environment team),the support staff who takes complains and suggestions from the clients, the managers who basically are ostensibly there to see that the jalebis are made right. The training department which trains us on different jalebi making techniques and a hell lot

Having spend closed to a year in the jalebi making industry, though I haven’t made much, I can tell, jalebi making is fun. But then life is not all about making jalebis and the eventuality of boredom will finally seep in

Happy eating!!

I am hungry now!!!

Saturday, 16 April 2011

Freedom eeh..



A few days back I was reading “The White Tiger” by Aravind Adiga that got him the man booker prize and I was stuck across a phrase
“Do you know about Hanuman, sir? He was the faithful servant of the god Rama, and we worship him in our temples because he is a shining example of how to serve your masters with absolute fidelity, love, and devotion.
These are the kinds of gods they have foisted on us. Understand, now, how hard it is for a man to win his freedom in India”
Before I’m ridiculed by the controversies of mentioning a writer who has stayed half his life abroad and has come to criticize India which many feel has developed, to be ridiculed by the nuances of poverty and the likes, I would like to clarify that I don’t buy either of the opinions
Having said that I cannot deny that this particular phrase was much thought provoking asking me the very basic question, are we free

I classify freedom as emotional and social. Well we have always been bounded by some kind of imaginary chains throughout our lives. When we are small we are bounded by the responsibilities that our parents have for us and the obligations we are expected. Now I’m bounded by thinking of the future and my career. Some years down the line I would be bounded by people who don’t even exist in my dictionary right now
But I agree these bounding are necessary for keeping sanity at place, coz these are more of mutual obligations
I am more concerned about social freedom
I begin by asking is power good or bad, is hierarchy necessary. If yes, how do we make sure that the people promoted on the top of the pyramid have their ethics and ethos right?
With power comes responsibility but is there a mechanism that makes sure that the sides of the coin stick together
Some believe money, but I say power is the world’s greatest aphrodisiac. Money doesn’t care who owns it. A bum can win it in a lottery, or a dunce can inherit it. But power is different, it is to own the world
I now believe certain sections of our country and society, considerably many such sections, power have changed the obligations that they have.
Corruption has completely modified the way things work and become a part of the smooth flowing mechanism of this country. Guess what, even we have started using corruption to our advantage and for the middle class as well this has become a boon.
In certain cases it’s not corruption but the lax attitude of the people on the top, the concept of reversed obligations has whitewashed what we cherish as freedom.
How many times it has happened that you are not pleased by the teaching methodologies of your faculties and couldn’t do anything about it

How many times has it not happened that you are working under a boss u know he is literally screwing you but you cannot quit because of various financial obligations, including bonds and stuff
You pay taxes but are using broken roads, staying in the dark etc etc
Why is it that we have to pay more then what is required at government houses, be it taxation, mutation of houses etc

I took cat on 18november, morning slot. It was a slot that made news because of a total of 5-6 questions that were wrong.  Mind you there are three sections with 20 questions each. Every correct attempt takes a person miles above. Add to that the time spent, anxiety, tension and other factors surrounding these wrong questions. As the process suggests such question were reported to the authority, and promises were made that the needful will be done. Statistically giving marks to everyone who took the paper is unwise, I attempt 31,5 questions wrong I am given marks for them means my net attempt becomes 36,these 5X3 15 marks is a huge advantage to me, but not for the ones who got correct papers , if they don’t mark us I attempted just 31 coz I didn’t had 60 questions to choose but only 55,which again is not so good an attempt compared to everyone in every other slot. 
As the results came out, it was disaster, on talking with some of the people who took cat in the slot; I came to know they have marked us averagely between 80-90 percentile. Complains, media campaigns nothing brought about a change and many are here about to lose a year for no fault of ours


Having said all these is there a way out. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. In all the cases it has been highlighted that being at the bottom of the pyramid giving your attorney to someone else is no longer a humble submission. I don’t see a revolution in the next few years but I’m hopeful to being on the top of the pyramid in some time. But till then it’s all about being in the flow

What it means to be a disable


To start off with I’m a wannabe MBA and the genesis for righting this post comes from a horrible group discussion (GD) I had in the selection process of Tapmi. This year Tapmi has gd as an elimination round add to that I’m extremely bad at gds. Owing to the elimination condition the gd was one big fish market
It was the biggest fish market ever possible. Even the fishermen would run with their fishes.
I’m extremely bad at gds, and if it’s a fish market I hardly come in. So for the 1st 15min I was nowhere in the discussion. Every time doing the ”extending to what he has said” and 5 people are speaking and no one stops, my entire point got spoken out but no one noticed. I was all set for the embarrassment to leave the group after the process.

Thankfully at 1 point the panelist interfered and said our vocal decibels would not help and warned us, we got organized for a minute and that is where I gave 1 solid point.
Later again 1 more point and that’s it. Of the total 20min I had an airtime of maybe 30secs.The gd got over, I was all set to leave. The panel came in and announced the names that have been shortlisted, and surprisingly I made it

During the entire process I felt as if I’m a dumb literally or else the process has gone off to some other planet where my language does not belong. Interestingly I had a thought within the gd ”how would a deaf or a dumb participate in a gd like this”. As far as I know IIMs have reservations for disabled but exactly how is it that they go through the process. One If they have no voice to put or they can’t comprehend what is going on I guess he would be busy with his sign language in one corner while the discussion continues, if at all a scribe is allowed who is novice as far as gds are concerned he has no chance. On the hindsight being disabled and being special he might get an advantage with special emphasis being given to him
I continued the discussion with one of my friends and inevitably the discussion went to whether disables can be good managers. I reached to the consensus that the way they are managing their lives it indeed is a great bit of an MBA but honestly acutely disabled (blind, deaf, dumb) don’t stand a chance of being an able corporate manager. My friend who didn’t quite agree said you don’t know what it means to be one, as If he knew, but actually I have been there once and my memory faded back to the beginning of 2010

People who have seen me can describe my physical attributes in a single word “plump”. Well this tag has been attached since my schooling days and I hadn’t done much about it. Of late I decided, look now within a span of 2 years I would be pursing MBA in some other place, a new start a new beginning let’s do something about the plump thing before I start of there. So I frantically started yoga, pranayam, gym and what not. But I realized my diet has gone directly proportional to my efforts on weight losing. In spite of doing something about it I went hell bent on exercising. Increasing the counts everywhere every day, till one day I got up with a sore back
I’m a young guy, and young guys don’t have back pain so continued till couldn’t continue anymore. But the pain won’t stop. It increased and went up and up till a point that I was bedridden, my parents took a note of it, and honestly I was a bit paranoid for the first time
Initially I went for homeopathy, then saw a physician, got some x-rays, till finally dad came down and took me to a senior orthopedic at Apollo Kolkata .In the waiting room where young girls had come with their grandpas I had come as a patent with my dad. However in pain I’m, it doesn’t really express when I’m in front of some hot cute girls, but all I prayed was to save me the embarrassment, coz if the doc called me in front of them they might suffer some severe heart aches heart breaks
Slip disc it is, so be it, almost everyone seems 2 have it ones, my both maternal uncles had it, my neighbor had it, nothing to worry, take rest will be fine.
But things got worse. At one point one or the other leg used to get completely frozen. Moving around in the house, basic stuff became a nightmare. It was then I realized what amount of effort it goes into picking up a phone that’s ringing across my bed. You need to first turn and look where the phone is, move your upper part of the torso at snails space, rotate the one leg that’s good hold the one that’s not good, twist it bend it, scream a whisper and then you are up. Time passed medicines changed and over a month has passed. Mind it this was an important year for me, I had CAT in 9 months time, had joined TIME and missing out the initial few important classes, pressure from college was rising all this adding to the gravy.
By the end of feb, I was sick of stinking in a room. Visitor’s sympathy that used to sound good initially started irritating me. I saw my mom in a new light who amidst all the tension owing to me was at her best ,doing every little thing, right from running the phone down to me, to get me a mug and a tub to clean my hands post meals, making me more guilty of my arrogance and ignorance that I had.
But I’m an optimist, I’m a hell of a positive person, 2 days I have joined swimming and I have already started reading success stories on how to cross the English Channel. I looked at the positives. Now that I fall in the physically handicap category, I could get through IIM in a meager 90 percentile. People including my mom would never scold me again. At least for the next 2 years I will have whatever I want for in the meals, my pocket money is bound to go up
I also decided that I would go ahead with my life, I remember telling my mom on my bday(25th Feb) that if by the end of this month If I don’t walk again, get me a wheelchair and think I’m a handicap but I have to go ahead, 1st march, whatever happens I am going to time again .I saw some videos by nick vujicic, read some inspirational stuff and almost all kind of disable personalities found a place in my YouTube downloaded videos.
I also ignored the cons, of all the things I could never do in my life (one of my idiot friend told me I would never get married and stuff) coz I knew somewhere deep in my heart that I would be fine someday. When I was in class 8 I was a great fan of WWE. I remember once when Triple H had hit HBK Shawn Michael at his spinal cord with a sledge hammer and he had been confined to a wheel chair, weeks later amidst all that tremendous background music and the euphoria he jumped up from the wheelchair and kicked it away. Now I know it was all doctored but having seen that at that point of time it has etched in my memory now, besides having seen my quota of inspirational Hindi movies where the hero gets up as far as he has legs, even the English classics like The Curious case of Benjamin Button has a similar scene
Honestly I knew I don’t have polio or anything like that its just silly disease and would heal soon
By god’s grace I met Dr AK Pal at Peerless Kolkata who just by seeing my condition said I had Sacroilitis a simple bone infection that would go away with some cheap medicines and it did. And it did so fast that in 2 days time I walked up the stairs till 5th floor for my TIME class on 1st march (Damn the diseased lift)
Having said all these I feel extremely lucky that it wasn’t permanent. My heart goes out to all those people who are not that fortunate. I have started taking special care of myself and have become more cautious (not about my diet though) .Whatever happens, any disaster, anything that was not what I expected I still thank god for giving me eyes to see these wonderful things, ears to hear all the music life has for me, tongue to speak my words of wisdom and every other part intended to do what they should
I cannot help but feel distressed when I think of the disabled around me. All I have learnt from this entire episode is to value whatever we have, coz we are not going to no its worth until we lose it