The Language Of The Geeks

An old post retreived from the long-dead Office Capers. It’s still funny, I think.

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Today I put my techno-greek foot back in my mouth (again! again! again!)

Someone from the next cubicle (SNC): Do you know the iRiver?

Me: The what river?

SNC: Okay, you don’t know it.

Me: I didn’t hear you…what river?

SNC: The iRiver

Me: I don’t know it. What’s that?

SNC: Its like the iPod, an MP3 player

Someone from the other side (SFOS): Who are the makers?

Me: Apple obviously (going by the preceding ‘i’)

SNC: No, it isn’t. Its a me-too.

Me: Hmm…I wonder how come no one has come up with ‘iPea’ as yet.

*Loud laughter while I realise what I’ve said*

Me: What the hell…okay, maybe ‘iPeas’.

*Louder laughter*

Me: Oh shut up! You know what I meant!

SNC: What…HARHARHAR….is wrong with you? KHEE KHEE KHEE…..there would be a problem if you didn’t!!!

Me: *Sulk sulk sulk*

SFOS: *in a serious undertone* That was a foe-grandpa

Me: Huh?

SFOS: A faux-grand-pas….the grandfather of a faux pas!

A Beacon Of Excellence

What do you say about a twenty-five year old boy who died?

That he was never a boy. He was far beyond his years.

I had nothing much else to say but I had so much told to me today.

That he was an Arsenal fan and his family learnt to expect banged doors when they lost.
That his last name showed him to be Maharashtrian but he had a Sindhi mother and he could speak both languages fluently.
That he was a brilliant mimic and his family recognized everyone at office from his impersonations.

All I knew that he was just there like walls of my building were there. He thought lunch was what you ate after 7p.m. And he really never stopped smiling. Not joking. Jokes were his forte.

Sidh@nt died of a severe asthama attack on 4 December 2008.

He worked for me, with me. I was his last boss and he was my best man, my right-hand man. I feel paralysed, crippled without him. I never told him just what he meant and I regret it. It never even occurred to me that I wouldn’t have a chance to – we both had our careers stretching on ahead of us, so we could concentrate on making other people’s lives better and worry about our own later.

I always thought we learn from people older than us, senior to us at work but I was wrong. Each day I try to add a little extra to my work and to who I am by thinking of what you would do. And how trite that sounds!

Years ago when I chose this for my profession, I rued that it wasn’t something that allowed for caring or passion of spirit, nothing that would deeply touch people’s lives. Sidh@nt showed me I was wrong. Only someone with a real zest for life and an unshakeable committment to other people’s happiness could have been remembered as he was today, by family, friends and colleagues together.

For Sidh@nt, one of the sweetest, most complete human beings I’ve had the good fortune to know – and I had that honour for six months – your memory lives on every day.

People at work versus the rest of them

The people one socializes with are as relevant or as inconsequential as one wants.
The people one loves are as necessary to one’s happiness as the degree of affection.
But the people one works with, are important. In entirety. Always. Period.

And that’s because they are part of something that determines your sense of worth to yourself and to the world. Unlike one’s personal associations who only influence your sense of self-appreciation.  One is part of the environment where I create and build ME. The other belongs to the set that walks around and enjoys or destroys ME. I can win (and lose) audiences but can I afford to build my home with someone who wishes it would fall down on my head? 

Which is more important? Feeling worthwhile or feeling appreciated? I know what I think. But I may be in a minority.

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