Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Random. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 2016

The spot of ink!

"We dress for the jobs we want, forgetting that most salaries are tailored to afford dressing for the jobs we have."


From the start of Friends' Society (FS, more than 16 years ago), I've been interviewing (~observing) people, at times to decide if I wanted them with me in FS, to at times, did I want to collaborate with them or be associated in any ways. As I became a professional, these observations started in the form of formal interviews.

I am sure, the reverse is true as well, I've been observed, interviewed, interrogated, so on and so forth.. But this is to share the story from this side of the table!

Recently, for a partner organization, I agreed to conduct some interviews. It was a position lying vacant for more than six months. The hiring manager was very particular of what he wanted - the role being a mix of being a leader, but being able to perform the most routine tasks with efficiency. To find this, a tough one. I had already interviewed and rejected at least a two dozen candidates for the role.

So here I was, waiting for the candidate, completely unsure of what to expect. The application was pretty interesting, two separate letters, one Resume, and a brief profile by the coordinator who had recommended her. I was told that she was hand picked by her Fellowship Team (the Gandhi Fellowship) and there-after nominated to us for this specific role.

I'm amazed, an interview that was meant to be just another interaction, has left me with lingering thoughts for more than a week. For the first time, I've broken the professional norm to reach out to the candidate post the interview, and I wonder, what was it that got me so engaged?

I am a person who would not remember the colour of my clothes, let alone what I wore yesterday or day before. But, I have a clear memory of what this candidate wore for her interview: a white Kurta, with a deep black ink spot on it. It defied every norm of the formal world. You are supposed to dress up for an interview in your finest, at least that's what a career advisor advised me once. First impression is the last impression, ensure that you put forth your best foot forward. Remember, the words are to be calculated, speak if you know, be polite, respond affirmatively, so on and so forth. And contrary to all of this, here was a candidate, who was absolutely reckless, rather careless. She walked in the interview without a hint of being bothered about the ink, or her (over?) confidence.

To my own surprise, for someone with an OCD for perfection, none of the "out of norm" things bothered me. Rather, I noticed most of it, but all of it went unnoticed. Unnoticed, until I read a buzzfeed article on the millennials and the poor choices of pretense!   

And bang, I realized why this specific interview had left it's lasting impression. Since having joined the corporate world, I have been surrounded by people who consciously dress, make studied choices of what to speak, what to think, what to eat, what to drink.. At times, a lot of it is superficial, done for the sake of it: smiles for being professional, hand shakes for being courteous, eating for sake of networking, etc. It's always about making an impression and ensuring it fits the norm, more so during interviews, because, first impression is the last impression!

In all this artificial-ness, this interview was a breath of fresh air. Here was someone without any pretense, without a showcase, without putting up fronts. She was candid in her responses, brutal in her assessment, and raw in her approach. It stood out more in contrast of the corporate office where the interview was being conducted. The raw-ness was completely out of context, and it stuck through!

While today's millennials pursue jobs to get their millennium dreams come true, a few programs try to enable the human instincts and utilize this young talent for nation building. This candidate was recommended to the organization by one such fellowship, the Gandhi Fellowship! And, It seems the candidate I met was not an exception, but part of an exceptional cohort. In literal sense, I could feel the rough cut diamonds were being crafted through the experience of their fellowship (evident from the alumni profiles on their website).

I've hired Teach for India Fellows based on just a call or even based on just reviewing their Resume, and have never had to regret a bit. It seems, Gandhi Fellowship is going to be in the same league!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

American D'zire

I was chatting with a friend of mine from States a while ago… She immigrated to the States a few years back and during one of our recent discussions she’d mentioned that it was her home now. This chat turned out be interesting in that context… Opening up for your comments...

DPM (12/2/2009 2:07:20 AM): Wassup?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:07:25 AM): Hows life in CH?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:07:32 AM): not very smooth
Friend(12/2/2009 2:07:39 AM): i so wanna go to india
Friend(12/2/2009 2:07:41 AM): like right now
… … …
DPM (12/2/2009 2:08:27 AM): And what makkes you suudenly want to go to India?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:08:37 AM): When you want to stay in the States?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:08:39 AM): lol
Friend(12/2/2009 2:09:01 AM): one of my best best friends is sick
Friend(12/2/2009 2:09:21 AM): plus there's too much stress here
Friend(12/2/2009 2:09:24 AM): with school
… … …
DPM (12/2/2009 2:09:52 AM): I'd thought someone was Americanizing herself
DPM (12/2/2009 2:09:55 AM): Ab kya hua?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:09:58 AM): lol
Friend(12/2/2009 2:10:05 AM): noooooooo india is the best
Friend(12/2/2009 2:10:07 AM): lol
DPM (12/2/2009 2:10:12 AM): There's a saying.. Videsi bottle, Desi Sarab
Friend(12/2/2009 2:10:18 AM): hahahah
Friend(12/2/2009 2:10:46 AM): what are you doing over there
DPM (12/2/2009 2:10:57 AM): ?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:11:01 AM): met frnds yet
DPM (12/2/2009 2:11:07 AM): Obvious
DPM (12/2/2009 2:11:14 AM): Would you wait 3 days to meet them?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:11:15 AM): lol
Friend(12/2/2009 2:11:57 AM): lol no
… … …
Friend(12/2/2009 2:13:21 AM): i'd meet them at the airport
DPM (12/2/2009 2:13:35 AM): Not so good one
…
DPM (12/2/2009 2:13:43 AM): Had an ABCD edge to it
DPM (12/2/2009 2:13:44 AM): lol
Friend(12/2/2009 2:13:49 AM): hahahahah
Friend(12/2/2009 2:13:56 AM): i'm not abcd
DPM (12/2/2009 2:14:09 AM): But you hang out with them most
DPM (12/2/2009 2:14:20 AM): And your dezire to be an American speaks for it
…
Friend(12/2/2009 2:14:37 AM): na na i don't wanna be like them
Friend(12/2/2009 2:14:47 AM): they are idiots
DPM (12/2/2009 2:14:49 AM): But didnt you tell me that you plan to settle in the States
Friend(12/2/2009 2:14:50 AM): lol
DPM (12/2/2009 2:14:54 AM): and thats where your heart is?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:14:55 AM): lol
Friend(12/2/2009 2:15:10 AM): my heart's stuck in india
Friend(12/2/2009 2:15:11 AM): lol
Friend(12/2/2009 2:15:52 AM): the reason for me being here and livind here is the same as to why all the indians come here
Friend(12/2/2009 2:16:04 AM): to have a successful life and career
DPM (12/2/2009 2:17:15 AM): So
DPM (12/2/2009 2:17:25 AM): do you mean to say ppl in India are not successful?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:17:36 AM): not as successful
DPM (12/2/2009 2:17:47 AM): I dont think i would agree
DPM (12/2/2009 2:17:51 AM): How do you define success?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:18:00 AM): why does everyone come here
Friend(12/2/2009 2:18:05 AM): to earn more money right
DPM (12/2/2009 2:18:08 AM): K
Friend(12/2/2009 2:18:09 AM): well
DPM (12/2/2009 2:18:16 AM): so for you success = money?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:18:33 AM): not entirely but its a big part
Friend(12/2/2009 2:18:44 AM): and the other part's respect in the soceity
Friend(12/2/2009 2:18:58 AM): society lol
...
DPM (12/2/2009 2:19:26 AM): If money could make ppl happy
DPM (12/2/2009 2:19:34 AM): It would be the States instead of India
DPM (12/2/2009 2:19:42 AM): in top 10 happy countries in the world
DPM (12/2/2009 2:19:51 AM): But unfortunately India is number 1
DPM (12/2/2009 2:19:58 AM): Bhutan # 2
DPM (12/2/2009 2:20:03 AM): And States way below
Friend(12/2/2009 2:20:10 AM): see that's why i wanna come back
… … …
Friend(12/2/2009 2:20:20 AM): i was a lot happier too
DPM (12/2/2009 2:20:26 AM): hahahaha
DPM (12/2/2009 2:20:33 AM): And then you say you wnat to stay in states
DPM (12/2/2009 2:20:41 AM): Now you know why I call you ABCD
Friend(12/2/2009 2:20:50 AM): MANNNNN don't call me that
… … …
Friend(12/2/2009 2:21:23 AM): i would go back tomo if i could
DPM (12/2/2009 2:21:37 AM): who's stopping you?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:21:43 AM): immigration
…
DPM (12/2/2009 2:21:57 AM): again a contradiction
…
Friend(12/2/2009 2:22:25 AM): see if i go back there are chances that i might not be able to come back
DPM (12/2/2009 2:22:43 AM): I am not sure if I understand that
DPM (12/2/2009 2:22:50 AM): Unless you want to go back as an immigrant
DPM (12/2/2009 2:23:01 AM): But then that contradicts with your love for India...
Friend(12/2/2009 2:23:04 AM): dude i don't have a green card
Friend(12/2/2009 2:23:15 AM): i am an international student
DPM (12/2/2009 2:23:16 AM): Why would you need one if you want to come back?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:23:16 AM): and
…
DPM (12/2/2009 2:23:38 AM): so, why would you need one if you behold such a dezire to go back to India?.
Friend(12/2/2009 2:25:01 AM): ok see if you have established your career and everything in a country would you take a risk and start everything over in another country
DPM (12/2/2009 2:25:48 AM): Yes
DPM (12/2/2009 2:25:52 AM): If my heart wants to be there
DPM (12/2/2009 2:26:18 AM): What is life? Happiness or money?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:26:30 AM): I am not sure if i could buy satisfaction with $s
Friend(12/2/2009 2:26:48 AM): it's happiness but see i don't make those decisions for myself
Friend(12/2/2009 2:26:52 AM): my family does
Friend(12/2/2009 2:27:04 AM): i don't wanna go back and suffer there
DPM (12/2/2009 2:27:11 AM): WHAT?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:27:19 AM): What do you mean by suffer?
Friend(12/2/2009 2:27:58 AM): i'm a 100% sure i'll be more happy in a couple of years when i achieve what i want
Friend(12/2/2009 2:28:14 AM): i don't know if i can achieve that in india
… … …
Friend(12/2/2009 2:32:05 AM): dude people in india work hard and don't have that much opportunity and keep struggling the whole life
DPM (12/2/2009 2:32:15 AM): What is it that you dream to achieve
Friend(12/2/2009 2:32:43 AM): being a doctor
DPM (12/2/2009 2:32:55 AM): Are you sure you cannot be a doctor in India?
… … … (@ reverse Brain gain…)
Friend(12/2/2009 2:37:28 AM): i will too after completing my education hahahh
… … …
DPM (12/2/2009 2:40:49 AM): Would you mind if I post excerpts of our chat on my blog?
DPM (12/2/2009 2:40:54 AM): They would be anonymous
Friend(12/2/2009 2:41:35 AM): why? you can only if they are anonymous
DPM (12/2/2009 2:41:53 AM): That's what I said
… … …

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Friend

The blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

-Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

English novelist and poet
(1826 - 1887)

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

In class...

History is the version of past events that people have decided to agree upon. - Napolean Bonaparte

This is mhy quote of the day, my status message on gtalk! Sitting in my class of Global Programs, discussing Peace and Security as a Global Public Good, I am enjoying sneaking in some blog time. Ain't a class all about expressing your ideas, either in class or blog... ;)

Actually what brings me here is the discussion in the class and the relevance of this quote! It is awesome to sit in this class discuss genocide in Rwanda or United States's occupation in Afghanistan. While being trained to be a Peacemediator, we do need to study the theories and what theories speak of peace process. The contradiction is, the course does not allow us to visit or perform internships in conflict prone regions.. It is a long story.. I will come to you all with soon..

Till then, back to what's happening in class! Adios..

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Khanna & Iyer


Absolute nonsense, idiotically synchronous, and pragmatically irrelevant...

That's my movie review.. ;) If you have nothing else to do, and are in no great mood, either to laugh or to get serious, I would strongly recommend this movie..
(I can afford to do that, cos none of you will be able to reach my neck while I am in US..)

Friday, February 20, 2009

Incredible India

Kamakshi, Love ya for this forward..

For all those who are planning to visit my dear, incredible Indyaahh..

FAQ:

"
Apparently
these are the answers to travel queries in India; the actual responses by the website officials who obviously have an excellent sense of humour! In any case, it's a hilarious read...

Q: Does it ever get windy in India? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (UK).
A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.

Q: Will I be able to see elephants in the street? (USA)
A: Depends how much you've been drinking.

Q: Is it safe to run around in the bushes in India? (Sweden)
A: So it's true what they say about Swedes.

Q: I want to walk from Delhi to Goa- can I follow the railroad tracks? (Sweden)
A: Sure, it's only three thousand kms, take lots of water.

Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in India? Can you send me a list of them in Delhi, Chennai, Calcutta and Bangalore? (UK)
A: What did your last slave die of?

Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in India? (USA)
A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of Europe. In-di-a is that big triangle in the middle of the Pacific & Indian Ocean which does not.. oh forget it. ....... Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Goa. Come naked.

Q: Which direction is North in India? (USA)
A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees.. Contact us when you get here and we'll send the rest of the directions..

Q: Can I bring cutlery into India? ( UK)
A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.

Q: Can you send me the Indiana Pacers matches schedule? (France)
A: Indiana is a state in the Unites States of...oh forget it.
Sure, the Indiana Pacers matches are played every Tuesday night in
Goa, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.

Q: Can I wear high heels in India? ( UK )
A: You're a British politician, right?

Q: Are there supermarkets in Bangalore, and is milk available all
year round? (Germany)
A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/ gatherers.
Milk is illegal.

Q: Please send a list of all doctors in India who can dispense
rattlesnake serum. (USA)
A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from.
All Indian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.

Q: Do you have perfume in India? ( France)
A: No, WE don't stink.

Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth.
Can you tell me where I can sell it in India? (USA)
A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.

Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in India? (France)
A: Only at Christmas.

Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (USA)
A: Yes, but you'll have to learn it first

Q: Can I see Taj Mahal anytime? (Italy)
A: As long as you are not blind, you can see it anytime.

Q: Do you have Toilet paper? (USA)
A: No, we use sand paper. (we have different grades)
"

(Taken from an internet forward.. Images, courtesy Google!)
And.. I forgot to mention.. This email is thanks to an amazing friend of mine.. KAMAKSHI.. You rock.. (And sorry, missed you on the earlier post.. Love ya!)

Thursday, February 12, 2009

New vocab..

A study by an American develops a new word for Indian "Dhanyawad".. Ta..!!

A study by an American social work student revealed that Indians used a pretty complicated word, "Dhanyawaad" for a simple gesture of expressing gratitude. So, going with the hot and hip trend, on the eve of the Saint Valentines, she recommended a new phrase for all those guys and gals, who would be keen on wrapping up the formalities.. Just say "Ta", and the road's clear.. ;)

Ta, Ma'am..!!

;)) lol

Friday, January 30, 2009

Tricia


Hey, this is for you! Rather, for the child in you..

Whenever we discuss our childhood, a nostalgia grips us.. Let someone ask us to speak about it, and we cannot stop speaking..

Below is one of the most famous Indian 'ghazal', a kind of oriental lyric, and usually passionate erotic poetry, written in recurring rhymes.. This one is about the innocent child we have in each of us, and the rains, and the childhood stories..

In India, we have three distinct seasons, monsoons being one of them. One of the most beautiful season, children enjoy it the most. You will find streams of water flowing alongside the roads, small children making paper boats and floating them in these streams.. Jumping in the puddles.. Splashing water on each other.. The heart in every child is alive.. The pure innocent souls absorb every bit of the heavenly pourings.. And these rains have been written about the most, in Indian poems, movies, articles, emotions, every where..

This song, trickles around the rains, but wraps you in its warm embrace of childhood love and affection, the fairy tales, the dunes, the memoirs that provide us the oasis in much needed times..

Link to the video of live performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPQk2CMIKJE

I found this translation online, from the original URDU version.. Translation taken from http://albaal.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-little-paper-boat-woh-kagaz-ki.html

"Woh Kagaz ki Kashti - The little paper boat

Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
You can have my youth if you so do will
But do give me back my childhood showers
My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

Do take my gold, and my fame, if you must
You can have my youth if you so do will
But do give me back my childhood showers
My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

She, who, lived here as old as the road
She, whom we children, called granny
She, who wrapped fairies in sweet songs
She, whose wrinkles of years so many
And who, try as much, could forget them
Her fresh long tales filling nights so tiny

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

To walk out in the scorching heat
To larks and those jays and chasing butterflies
We'd marry our dolls and fight over it
High in our swings jumping far from watchful eyes

And those little trinkets of copper and bark
Those deep scarlet marks of broken bangles and cries

My little paper boat, the fresh rain's thrill

To drag our feet over smooth high dunes
A castle here, a hillock there
Our innocence filling every picture and tune
Our life of toys and dreams
In a world of joy, relations none did prune

Wasn't it beautiful, that life of ours?"

(Thanks to Al-Baal Cafe)