Its always a wonderful feeling to type the last day mails,one day all the people will wish and respond back. I took my time to type my last day mail a simple and short one. Here it goes
Dear Friends
This is my last day here. I cant believe its been more than four and half years I have started my career as fresher in the same company. I don't remember all the coding I have done, neither the documents I have prepared nor counted how many hours I have logged to work. But I always remember the wonderful moments interacting with you people,its you who have made my journey here memorable and wonderful.
I have decided to pursue my masters in public management.You can reach me at my personal ID... Do keep in touch.
with love
Sriram
There were lots of responses from simple wishes to sentimental responses. The best one was from my team mate who took over from me when I left Cochin!here it goes..
Dude,
What you said is exactly true. You will never be able to remember about any work stuff you did because you didn't do anything. :-)
But I am most certain that i am very much lucky to get you as a mentor. Otherwise I would have been a guy who worries about the code, docs and what people think of the work i am doin. But instead you turned me into a guy who don't care about the code, docs or work at all. I am caring about the big things in my life like family, friends and most importantly how to enjoy life :-)
I am not gonna like the company without Sriram. But I assure you that i will continue what you have started. Creating Chaos!!!!
Will miss you buddy and you can count on me to keep in touch. All the best for ur adventures in the city that never sleeps.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
~~My last project~~
I never knew working in my last project would bring a change in my career, I still remember the first day in the project in the beginning of Jan 2009 when I got a transfer from Cochin to Chennai,it was long journey from my home to office ,meeting new people,new team,learning new stuffs were all good memories. More than the time spent in the office I do have a feeling I have spent even more time during the bus journeys.
One should be lucky enough to have good project lead,wonderful team mates and an understanding client.Its always a pleasure to work under such an atmosphere.I had all the three in my final project..I have gained a lot of knowledge in this project more than the work I do ,it was the work done by clients around the globe which interested me.I was well contented working there but fate had other plans.It was during one of the weekend support days in office ,I was checking few of my client's webpages and I came across a course offered in Columbia university. The more I did research about the course the more I liked it.Finally I decided to just apply for it without thinking about the end result.
Now I'm in my last few days of my first job just waiting for few formalities to be done.
One should be lucky enough to have good project lead,wonderful team mates and an understanding client.Its always a pleasure to work under such an atmosphere.I had all the three in my final project..I have gained a lot of knowledge in this project more than the work I do ,it was the work done by clients around the globe which interested me.I was well contented working there but fate had other plans.It was during one of the weekend support days in office ,I was checking few of my client's webpages and I came across a course offered in Columbia university. The more I did research about the course the more I liked it.Finally I decided to just apply for it without thinking about the end result.
Now I'm in my last few days of my first job just waiting for few formalities to be done.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
~~Memories:Wearing helmet helps~~
I usually wear a helmet while driving a bike, no matter whether I go for a short ride or a long drive. Main reason was, in Cochin I was terrified of the local red town buses which never care on whose going on the road, even though the helmet would be of a little help when hit by them, it acted as a good sound proof material against their blatant horns.
On a fine day during early 2008 I was on the way to office driving around 40km/hr, a tempo was travelling at the same speed at some 10 feet distance in front of me. Sudddenly down in a slope ,out of the blue that tempo driver applied brakes and turned 180 degrees at a place where there is no turning which completely caught me by surprise. Even though I tried applying brakes it was too late my bike jammed directly on to the tempo's left side door and my head protected by the helmet was the first to get hit the tempo with the maximum impact.Front wheel of the bike got bent,the doom and the headlights were crashed into pieces.
In the mean time a small crowd gathered. I took out the helmet and saw the visor got cracked right in the middle,I was searching whether something happened to my body and found as usual I escaped scratch free. One nice man got me a bottle of soda which I managed to gulp down.I saw the bike in pretty bad condition to my surprise the tempo driver accepted his mistake and volunatarily agreed to pay for the damages which I politely refused but he insisted on sharing it 50-50,it took more than 1k to get the bike back to normal.
So if there wasn't a helmet worn on that day it wouldn't have been the visor which would have got cracked!
On a fine day during early 2008 I was on the way to office driving around 40km/hr, a tempo was travelling at the same speed at some 10 feet distance in front of me. Sudddenly down in a slope ,out of the blue that tempo driver applied brakes and turned 180 degrees at a place where there is no turning which completely caught me by surprise. Even though I tried applying brakes it was too late my bike jammed directly on to the tempo's left side door and my head protected by the helmet was the first to get hit the tempo with the maximum impact.Front wheel of the bike got bent,the doom and the headlights were crashed into pieces.
In the mean time a small crowd gathered. I took out the helmet and saw the visor got cracked right in the middle,I was searching whether something happened to my body and found as usual I escaped scratch free. One nice man got me a bottle of soda which I managed to gulp down.I saw the bike in pretty bad condition to my surprise the tempo driver accepted his mistake and volunatarily agreed to pay for the damages which I politely refused but he insisted on sharing it 50-50,it took more than 1k to get the bike back to normal.
So if there wasn't a helmet worn on that day it wouldn't have been the visor which would have got cracked!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
~~Memories:Trip to PL's house~~
I had a wonderful PL when I moved to Cochin.She once invited myself and Raj to her house in Kayankulam. That trip was memorable for many reasons, the best was the visit to her cousin's place to see new born puppies.
PS: On looking at these pics now I realise how hard those puppies trying to get away from my grip :)
PS: On looking at these pics now I realise how hard those puppies trying to get away from my grip :)
Monday, May 24, 2010
~~Memories:Nepali cook~~
One of the main thing is our life is to eat good food and at the right time too.When I moved in to Cochin one thing I found difficult was quality time to cook.First we tried hiring a mallu cook but things didnt work out well as her style of cooking didn't suit our tastes,she used to make sambhar which tasted like rasam and times she used to make moor kuzhambu which we always hated to eat after a day long's work.Finally we could no longer take it and we stopped her.
In the mean time we started self cook for some time.We had a room mate Harish from Bangalore a innocent guy who didn't know ABCD of cooking, one day he came home early and we asked him to keep rice he could have said he didn't know how but our sir put two bowls of rice in empty cooker,closed it put it on in stove.When we entered the house we smelt the pungent smell all around and when opened the cooker we found the rice turned black and completely got struck into the cooker and it took two days to clean the cooker alone and a weeks time for the smell to go away.Then we decided it enough and its right time to look for different options, our friend suggested about hiring a nepali cook.
When I first saw Lal,the Nepali cook, he was looking like a school kid not more than 20 years old,though we didn't share a common language I communicated what all stuffs he needs to do. And off he went to action with some 20 mintues he made some 30 rotis and in another 20 mintues he was done with aloo sabji. It tasted like amirtham for our dead tongues.He was hired on spot and he agreed to come on morning as well as evening. Thus our quest for good food in Kerala got solved. Everyday in the morning he used to make rotis before we get up and in the evenings he used to make rice and dhal which would be ready by the time we come home. Weekends would be special he used to make Aloo parathas,pulav etc such that we never missed our home.
When I got up one morning I saw Lal has made some green color chutney for rotis, thought it was mint chutney ,when I had a bite of it my entire mouth was burning.Then I realised the whole chutney was made of green chillis.It was our duty to get vegetable for Lal and we took turns in buying those,this fine time it was Harish's turn to get vegetables he came back home getting half kg of ginger and half kg of green chilli.And thats how Lal ended up making chilli chutney.And for that ginger it came for a months time.
For almost a year we were relishing his cooking and as good things come to end so do his cooking,when we decided to move from the place we had to bid adieu to him also.
In the mean time we started self cook for some time.We had a room mate Harish from Bangalore a innocent guy who didn't know ABCD of cooking, one day he came home early and we asked him to keep rice he could have said he didn't know how but our sir put two bowls of rice in empty cooker,closed it put it on in stove.When we entered the house we smelt the pungent smell all around and when opened the cooker we found the rice turned black and completely got struck into the cooker and it took two days to clean the cooker alone and a weeks time for the smell to go away.Then we decided it enough and its right time to look for different options, our friend suggested about hiring a nepali cook.
When I first saw Lal,the Nepali cook, he was looking like a school kid not more than 20 years old,though we didn't share a common language I communicated what all stuffs he needs to do. And off he went to action with some 20 mintues he made some 30 rotis and in another 20 mintues he was done with aloo sabji. It tasted like amirtham for our dead tongues.He was hired on spot and he agreed to come on morning as well as evening. Thus our quest for good food in Kerala got solved. Everyday in the morning he used to make rotis before we get up and in the evenings he used to make rice and dhal which would be ready by the time we come home. Weekends would be special he used to make Aloo parathas,pulav etc such that we never missed our home.
When I got up one morning I saw Lal has made some green color chutney for rotis, thought it was mint chutney ,when I had a bite of it my entire mouth was burning.Then I realised the whole chutney was made of green chillis.It was our duty to get vegetable for Lal and we took turns in buying those,this fine time it was Harish's turn to get vegetables he came back home getting half kg of ginger and half kg of green chilli.And thats how Lal ended up making chilli chutney.And for that ginger it came for a months time.
For almost a year we were relishing his cooking and as good things come to end so do his cooking,when we decided to move from the place we had to bid adieu to him also.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
~~Memories:My first project~~
After initial training period I saw myself in Trivandrum for my first project, I have already written a post on my first day experience long back. So here we were three guys a Bengali,a Oriya and me a Tamilian destined to work Kerala government project. We had a mallu girl in the team who used to take information is properly transferred.Last but not the least we had a wonderful boss who made us feel home!
( My wonderful room mates Amitava and Debba in Trivandrum)
To tell more about the office,it was a two floor building top two floor had office spaces and ground floor had shops ranging from bakery to saloon shop. After few days of official accommodation we were asked to look out for a house, I asked the tea shop guy for a house and he happily took us to a house in a lane hardly 50 meters away from the office. The owner stayed at ground floor and we were shown the top floor a two bedroom house with a rent when divided by three came to just 3 digit figures. The house had a wonderful balcony which gave a ideal place to chat around.Also the owner had a pomaranian dog which also become our friend for the months we stayed there.We accepted it and moved in the same day infact nothing much to take in expect our suitcases.
(Ashwin our first guest ,you can see our showcase which we tried to decorate)
Going to office those days was always a pleasure, at 9 o clock in the morning I would be the first person to reach office and by the time I leave office at 6 I(apart from my teammate) would be the last one to leave.After two months we bought a stove and few cooking utensils and started our cooking. Mostly in afternoons we used to come home have lunch have a short nap and then go to office. In the evenings we three of us used to talk about different subjects,being from different regions we would always pulling each other states and their people.
Nevertheless we got guests every month,my friends or their friends coming for a weekend to look around the places there. We always used to play good hosts taking them to kovalam beach to enjoy the scenary(!) around. From Cochin to Chennai to Calcutta people came to visit us.
( Yours truely at Kovalam)
But this honeymoon period didn't last long enough,there was a government change in Kerala soon enough and we had to wind up the project and move back. When asked for the best days in my company I would say surely it was these days in Trivandrum!
( My wonderful room mates Amitava and Debba in Trivandrum)
To tell more about the office,it was a two floor building top two floor had office spaces and ground floor had shops ranging from bakery to saloon shop. After few days of official accommodation we were asked to look out for a house, I asked the tea shop guy for a house and he happily took us to a house in a lane hardly 50 meters away from the office. The owner stayed at ground floor and we were shown the top floor a two bedroom house with a rent when divided by three came to just 3 digit figures. The house had a wonderful balcony which gave a ideal place to chat around.Also the owner had a pomaranian dog which also become our friend for the months we stayed there.We accepted it and moved in the same day infact nothing much to take in expect our suitcases.
(Ashwin our first guest ,you can see our showcase which we tried to decorate)
Going to office those days was always a pleasure, at 9 o clock in the morning I would be the first person to reach office and by the time I leave office at 6 I(apart from my teammate) would be the last one to leave.After two months we bought a stove and few cooking utensils and started our cooking. Mostly in afternoons we used to come home have lunch have a short nap and then go to office. In the evenings we three of us used to talk about different subjects,being from different regions we would always pulling each other states and their people.
Nevertheless we got guests every month,my friends or their friends coming for a weekend to look around the places there. We always used to play good hosts taking them to kovalam beach to enjoy the scenary(!) around. From Cochin to Chennai to Calcutta people came to visit us.
( Yours truely at Kovalam)
But this honeymoon period didn't last long enough,there was a government change in Kerala soon enough and we had to wind up the project and move back. When asked for the best days in my company I would say surely it was these days in Trivandrum!
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