Tuesday, December 8, 2009
The Key to Victory...
So, "what is the right time for a change"? It completely depends on situation and need basis. Plus, on how you have planned your career, if you have actually planned it.
I guess.. you guys are not reading this blog to hear all this why and when.. What you are most interested in 'How'... "How to crack interviews", which is a good topic for a discussion.
Most of the people who hear about my experience and so many changes in such a short time, mostly ask me, "How you could make so many changes, don't they see so many changes in your resume?", "Isn't it unethical to make a change when company has invested so much in you and when its their time, you leave?", and many other related questions. My reply to all their such questions are mostly my smile :) , everyone loves to see it on my face, except you.. joking.. which part, you figure out! :D Anyways, surprizingly, my success rate of clearing interviews is more than 95%. Want to know, 'how'? Nothing comes for free.. You better give your opinion on this blog after reading it.
So now we'll be talking about 'The' thing. Always remember:You are an employee of an organization, not the owner, unless you have bought it's equities. They hire you because they need you, not because they love you.You are a 'Professional'.. at least feeel it. And If you have just been only feeling it and not actually are, try to be one.Any organization has its motives/business goals. Focus on that and try to self evaluate that how you are contributing. If you are not contributing then... I'll write another blog on this later someday, wait for that and read for sure.. better you subscribe my blog. :DAnd there are so many things you already know, I need not mention it here, so stop looking for those. You won't pay me anything for writing all of them here.The most important, "Never be in a Comfort Zone"!!!Everything mentioned/unmentioned/understood/assumptions till now is to make you feel better in life that it is not a harm to make a change when you 'actually' need it. Yeah.. when you actually need it.. The reason of such good success rate is that I take my sweet time to understand the following:Do I need a change?Do I really need a change?Third and most important. Am I serious, do I really need a change??!! Also think of, "why I need a change?". You would mostly know the answer of this at least.Finally, list down the companies, which can afford you and shortlist those companies from the list, which you wish to join. Look for consultants who work for them or any references in these companies. Applying through job sites never works. Remember, uploading your resume to a job portal and applying through a job portal are two different stories.. I said Applying through job portal never works. Btw, 'never' means 'mostly' here. :D Then wait for the call.. If you get it, you are halfway through.. and rest you can clear yourself, you are smart/intelligent people.. Thanks you so much for reading my blog!
Always remember, your resume shows what you are, so when you spend so much money on yourself, atleast spend some time on your resume.. it should look good, sober and informative.
Finally, following are the ingredients of the success:
Do your homework:1. Know what they are and what they want. (very important)2. Know what you are. (atleast, do it carefully)
In the Interview:Listen to Interviewer and his questions, if not clear then ask to repeat. Its no harm to ask him again. Its a trick as well, it buys you time to respond (My close friend does that with me, when we do argument). But the interviewer can be smart enough to understand this. So remember, its a trick, not a practice.Always talk about 'The big picture'.Make it a discussion rather than an interogation.Take the interviewer in your comfort zone.Fit yourself in their organisation.Keep rolling the ball, with a string attached to your hand. Dont take it literally.. Understand the meaning. If not clear, ask me.. remember!? no harm in asking!There are two types of interview: Intervewer Driven and Interviewee Driven. Choose your way. Obviously! Choose to drive the interview.And the most important... Look like a product, not a waste. I mean keep elite set of clothes.In half an hour to one hour or some more, no one can judge anyone's abilities or capabilities. So, choose what you wish to speak and show what you want to show. And even then if you can't clear it...then consider them smarter than you, rather, understand that they have their fundas clear in life.
Overall, always remember, it is a mental game, play it, don't be played.
All the best!
Now.. feedback time.. If you can't put your comments here then write to me at anjandeb@gmail.com Your comments, experience, views, suggestions can help me take this article to the next level to help more people in this time of recession, to help our friends who are waiting for a phone call from consultants.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Perfect Date
Friday, June 5, 2009
I being a Mother
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Pursuit of Happiness
I bet most of you do and we think similar at least on these lines. But do we have similar thoughts for the solution?
I am a software techie by profession, working as a Project Lead with a huge MNC, which works in health care domain. Consequences of my life made me choose this profession and I think I am doing it quite well. I never thought in my life that I would be working in some company's infrastructure with so many cubicals around me, where I would be 'just another guy', doing all that my peers would be doing.. I never thought of it really.. Go to the office in the morning, check mails, do assigned tasks (which somebody else decides for me), do things which can save my ass the entire time, go home, eat, drink and sleep. Even I never liked going to school just because its so monotonous.. Same thing, same life, EVERYDAY!!?? But in weekends you get to do what you wish to do.. But even CHAOS has a theory of pattern. After sometime, even these weekends look so similar... Does that happen with you as well?...
People have their own perception, about life and the ways they want to live it. When people look at me, they feel that they are not living their life. And when I look at myself, I feel like, even I am not living it.. If I and they are not thinking similar that what this living is all about? Why they think I am living it and they are not?? Why I think its not actually living the life?? 'AAKHIR' WHY??
May be I have the answer; at least I am satisfied with it...
In our life, in the childhood, when we start to understand that here exists a world around us, we also understand that there are few things, which we are suppose to do. Go to School, study, play, carry hobbies, etc, etc.. As we grow in life, we get to understand that we have been doing all these because consequences made us do these. Then we start to realise that our peers, relatives, family, parents, everyone around us grow their expectations from us. In our entire adolescence, we drag and carry these expectations with a little of our own dreams, which, most of the times are the inspiration from someone's life; may be real or reel; we work harder and harder to meet these expectations. Sometimes we are asked and sometimes we are told that what we should do in our 'life'. If we get success, credit goes to our work and someone's idea of us doing it. If you lose, then you are accountable for everything you did to get things wrong; their idea was always right because it worked for them. You rise and drop, and that is the beauty of life. Some people take that drop as a challenge and work to the best of their abilities to get the success... and with your success you bring smile on so many faces around you. And Yesss, you do that!! This is something you love to do.. But then, do you think the way I do?? ...that is it what I always wanted to do? Well, I think that! And if you think about it, what are you doing to change things around you to make it your way... the way you wanted it... What are you doing?? …or can you do anything about it?? If you say 'Yes' then you are lying to yourself. How many times you have carried an empty soft drink can or leftovers, which you enjoyed with your beloveds or friends or family, in your hand to throw it in a trash box which you could not locate around you? How many times you have bought ice-creams, when you are in your car and enjoyed it as a kid...?? Many times..!!?? But do you always care not to throw the wrappers and sticks on street. I don't know how many times you did this, but I bet you must have cribbed about the filthiness of streets several times in you life. This is just an example.. Life is too complicated than just throwing trash at its right place. Idea is, just to understand that what all we want, do we really do something about it or we are just happy the way we are living our life and crib for unfavourable things.
I know even now, that I never wanted to be an IT professional. Given an option, I would have been an artist. Be it about painting walls, canvases, making sculptures, interiors, dresses, I would have done anything which is creative and artistic because all these make me happy.. these make me feel good.. because thats my 'Pursuit of Happiness'; happiness, the way I want.. But even already knowing all this, I cannot do anything about it.. because consequences of my life wont let me do it. Even thinking of switching the career would make me blind to look at what all can happen, if its done. May be, I cannot afford to take any chance of leaving this lush green career and start off with something fresh even after knowing the fact that what I want to do gives me ecstasy, gives me pleasure. Yeah, may be i am afraid, may be 'Its not Me'.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Dear Diary
Dear diary,
It was the most beautiful day of my life, after my routine dance rehearsal, I left the auditorium. My chauffer was wiping off dust from my car.. He opened the door for me and saluted, “Salaam Memsaab.” He kept my kit and baggage in the car’s boot and dropped me home.
On the way, comes this small convent school, in which, I always see many kids playing in the lawn. But today, a girl out of the entire bunch caught hold of my attention. I could not resist asking the driver to pull over for a while. That girl was so pretty and beautiful. She was wearing white shirt and a grey skirt with mustard yellow and black checks. She had a sweet little pony tugged with a white ribbon. She was laughing and playing with her friends around the trees and fountain with so much innocence and pleasure on her face that anyone who would look at her, will be so jealous of her way of enjoying and living her life.
Seeing her, I felt so relaxed, which I never felt in past several years. I could feel a smile on my face and my cheeks turned hot. And then, my eyes misted with all the memories I had always kept locked deep within my soul, with pain, which I could never share with anyone. That girl with those sparkling eyes flashed my childhood in front of me, which I had kept in the dungeons of my swaggering, vainglorious and glamorous life. A life, where other than designer clothes, neon, spot lights, ramp, red carpet and high rise parties, I have no space for anything; even not me.
I belonged to a middle class family. Square mentality of my ‘Maa’ and ‘Baba’ always refrained me to do anything I wished to do. Everyone except for my ‘Thakuma’ (grandmother), had love for my brother, ‘Guru’. He was allowed to go out, play with ‘Baapi’, ‘Bubun’ and ‘Kanto’. They used to play marbles, hide & seek, swim in ‘pukur’(pond). I was not even allowed to catch fish. I remember my Maa saying ‘pukure maach dhodte giye, jodi jole pode jaash, tahole shara raat pukure daad kore raakhbo’ (if you fall into pond while catching fish, then I’ll make you stand in the pond, the entire night). I heard people saying that was a spooky pond. When Maa used to take me to the local weekly market in the evening to buy vegetables and fishes, I always hid myself under my mother’s arm and never used to look at that spooky pond while passing by it.
Thakuma loved me the most, rather she was the only one who cared for my existence in the house. She used to give me change to buy sweets, which she had tied at an end of her off-white ‘saree’s pallu’. “I want to study, Thamma” I asked my Thakuma one day. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and asked, “What do you want to study?” I looked at her wrinkled face, ”I would study everything what Guru studies. I know, he knows nothing but I would know all”, I replied with the best smile I could give. She held my cheeks in her hands and said, “yes, you’ll. And then what you want to become?”, she asked. I said that I would become a teacher and then will teach lessons to Guru.
Two days later, when I opened my eyes in the morning, it was raining. I loved rain.. Dancing and singing I reached the porch. There were so many people already. I never saw so many people together in my house before. Guru came to me and told me in shattered voice that Thakuma left us forever. I think, I was too young to react to that. I sobbed and then could not hold my tears anymore. When I rushed and reached her room, she was lying on bed with closed eyes. Baba and other people were spashing water on Maa’s face. She fainted while crying. I was so scared. I reached Thakuma and touched wrinkles of her face… She was cold…
After few months, Guru told us that we would be going to the city. I went to Maa. “Maa, are we going to the city?”, I asked. She nodded her head. I was so happy that we would be going to the city. I heard, in city people travel by motor vehicles. There would not be any bumpy bullock rides anymore and streets are so wide that playing marbles on them is so much fun. Few days later, we moved to the city. It was more beautiful than what my wildest imagination ever allowed me to dream.
The other day, I overheard mom asking dad to put me in a school because that was Thakuma’s last wish. I still remembered those beautiful eyes looking at me from those slits of her wrinkled face, telling me that I would go to the school. Baba got me admissioned in a convent school.
My dear diary, ‘hum apni iss bhagti zindagi main sab kuch peeche chorr aate hain.. yahan tak k bhool jaate hain woh sab pal bhi, jinko sirf yaad karne se hi hamare chehre ateet ki abhilashao main fir kho jaate hain aur laut aati hain bachpan ki woh masumiyat bhari hassi.. woh sapne.. Iss baat ko mujhe aaj bohot saalo baad mehsoos karaya uss pyari, masoom si bachi ne. Kyoki main bhi kahin iss tez tarrar zindagi main kahin kho gayi hu, kyoki main ab shayad main nahi hu...’
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
This is all I got :D
Friday, May 15, 2009
Bhayankar Writing
me: launde..
prashant: haan mere laal
me: ghar kitne baje jaega
prashant: 5:30 ke around
me: jaldi nahi jata ab tu
prashant: chalega ?
me: saale jyada kaam karega to nikal denge tujhe
prashant: 5:25 par chalenge
me: kyoki jyada karega to jaldi khatam hoga, fir tu khali hoga, jaise hi tu khali hua, tujhe nikal denge..
chalunga saath
no probs
prashant: k
me: but tere saath tere khasamkhaas dost honge new new wale?
prashant: :) ha yaar. to kya hua tera entertainment ho jayega
me: saale tu 5.30 niklega ya 5.30 mujhe pick karega?
prashant: tujhe pick karunga
me: meri 6.30 call hai, woh to main fone se bhi le sakta hu koi fight nahi hai usme agar signals apni maa na *****, tere naye dost kahan rehte hain?
prashant: sabko rastey mein fenkna hain
kya saley blog likh raha hain
me: haan tujhe kaise pata blog likhta hu main aaj kal
prashant: chat karne ke style se, har baat ka rape kar deta hein
me: padega?? IT pe likha hai ek mast hai.. http://itsnotanjan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-give-i-get-i-feel.html
padd k dekh... jagah jagah se ansu nikal aaenge
prashant: pad leya fenku "I was an outstanding student throughout my studies ? "
me: saale yeh meri story nahi hai "its not Anjan"
prashant: sholey ki story likh raha hain phir?
me: next blog me main ek ladki ki story likhunga , kamsin haseena... jo kisi k pyar k jaal main phass k khud ko barbad kar baithi..
prashant: tu meri story likh, fir hollywood ke direct contract karege
me: teri hi story hogi woh
prashant: tu ameer ho jayega, tera naam delhi main world famous ho jayega
me: haan
prashant: tu mujhe yaad karega
me: movie banaenge technicolor cinemascope, HD movie
prashant: bollywood walon ko mat diyo, nahin to maa bhen ek kardenge gande dalkar
prashant: sorry, I mean gaane daalkar
me: Lolzz...
me: focus leke tera ek rape scene rakhunga... char char launde teri izzat loot rahe honge
prashant: :)
me: lolzz, launde sunte hi khush ho gaya...
peeche background main Ganje se sound effect dalwaunga
prashant: tu sheesha todakar mujhe bachane aayega, phir hum baag mein gaana gayenge
me: Lolzz.. ekdum original script
prashant: phir gaane gaate gaate tera accident ho jayega, tu loola ho jayega, mein tujhe dump karke chala jaunga
kise dusre lule ke paas
me: movie ka title purana types aur story new types..
"fir se phass gayi Razia gundo main"
prashant: :)
me: saale khali hai kya aaj?
prashant: ab humari is chat ko blog mein dalde.. super hit ho jayege
me: hehehe not a bad idea... abhi le..
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Thats how another day is passed in the office...