Atlast, that bittersweet moment has finally arrived. In an industry, where 1 full year in a company is considered “quite a time”, 7 years & 4 months could well be considered “reasonably long” indeed. After warming the seats of Ramco Systems for a reasonably long time, I have resigned from my position there. From Monday, 1st December 2003, I would be part of an UK based Media Communications group.
Two days back, I posted that I did something for the first time. Well, its nothing great as such. It was all about submitting my resignation from my first job.
Innocence or Stupidity?
Shobha’s post on childhood innocence prompted me to write this. Not sure whether this incident is a mark of my innocence or heights of stupidity. Anyways, here it goes.
It happened about 19-20 years back when I was studying Class IV. Like most boys of that age at that part of the world in that period, I was a philatelist. Thanks to my uncle, who was working at a Foreign Exchange division of a Bank, I managed to have an enviable collection of postage stamps. Most of my weekends would go on counting the stamps according to country and all that.
There was this guy, another philatelist, senior to me by a year at school and lived in the same neighbourhood. One day he proudly displayed his wealth to me and I was amazed that he had so many unused stamps (should I say, unstamped stamps?) in his kitty & all of them were of the same design. Not that I was very strong in Geography, I had never heard of that country name before let alone have a stamp or two from that country. Much to my glee, he agreed to part half of those new ones in exchange for the same number from my collection. The deal got executed immediately and nothing interesting happened for the next few weeks until I saw in my dad’s possession, few of those familiar “red & white” new stamps I managed to get as a result of the business rule with a fellow philatelist.
Aghast that my dad took few stamps from my proud possession without my knowledge, I demanded to know where he got those stamps from, for which he told that he bought those at the post office. Unable to believe, I asked, “How can you buy foreign stamps from the post office?тА? My dad told that they would indeed be available at the post office although they are not normal postage stamps, but are called “REVENUE” stamps and patiently went on to explain their purpose.
Oh, boy! I realised how I have been squared and also there is no country by name “REVENUE”.
Senthil from Kumbakonam тАУ I do remember you, not just because of this incident. If you happen to read this and the above rings a bell, IтАЩd be happy to get in touch with you again. Don’t worry, I won’t ask you for my stamps. In all probability, you were as ignorant as me that time. Anyway, I have given up philately quite long ago.
Today, I did something that I have never done before. Would post the details by Monday.
I would have been a multi-millionaire by now
I have got this call three times in as many days where an automated male voice tells me that prize money of few million pounds is waiting for me to grab and I should call up a premium number to claim that money.
First, it was the bloody RD thruтАЩ snail mail.
Next, it was Dr. Bahutu & his cronies from Africa over e-mail
Now, it is this anonymous moron over the telephone.
Oh God! Why are you making people chase me after with loads of money? I would have been a multi-millionaire by now if only you had given them enough brains to leave those piles of cash at my doorstep.
An appeal to Blood donors
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When things go wrong..
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit -
Rest if you must, but don’t quit.
Stick to the fight when you are hardest hit,
It is when things seem worst you must not quit.
I have been made to remember this quite frequently in the last few years. Yet another time today!
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The Clown is in the Town
George W Bush is the most unwelcome guest in Britain at the moment, though the Guardian poll says that it is not that bad. Thanks to Freedom of Expression, tens of thousands are planning to show their back at him in the form of massive rallies, protests and what not.
Some 14,000+ cops are on duty to see to that nothing untoward happens in London during Bush’s state visit to United Kingdom that started yesterday. When people say that other parts of London might become soft targets for the terrorists/trouble makers due to heightened concentration around the Palace, I think they have got a point. Hopefully, the connoisseurs of security had done their calculations right.