I, Me and My mind

10 Signs you have a good boss

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: February 3, 2012

1. He does not ask “What are you doing ? ” every now and then. As a boss, he mostly knows what you are doing. He does not looks over your shoulder or ping you every now and then, to check what you are doing.
I once had a manager who called people at their mobile, when they are not at their desk for more than 5 minutes. “What are you doing ?” He asked over the phone, when I was in the restroom. I had to tell him “I’m sitting on the potty”. Wait! I said “SIT” without H.

2. He does not test you on your skills often.  He just assumes you know (because that’s why you are hired). He pitches in only when he obviously sees that you are in trouble.
The same manager which I had mentioned above, once was sitting with a girl in the name of helping her at 8.00 PM, asking her questions about the project which were not relevant to the issue at hand. She was not with the company for more than 6 months.
In another instance, I had an opportunity to interview a young candidate along with my current boss. While I had prepared list of questions to test her subject knowledge, my boss effortlessly brought out the best in her by just discussing about her current profile and issues in her current role as if he was going to help her with the issues. I could see that the candidate was at ease and was at her best in the interview.

3. He treats employees like colleagues / professionals.   He gives you the professional space and respect. He assumes when you don’t go to him, you don’t have problem. He comes to your meeting on time. He does not take you for granted. He does not assume, you are readily available to talk or work on something whenever he needs. He is sensitive to what you are already working on and asks for your time when needed. He understands that when you say you are busy, you are really busy. He does not expect you to respond to his pings immediately. He gives respect and takes respect.
My current boss who handles telecommuting team, asks for the status only once on a daily regular call. He does not disturb every now and then in the name of status update. This gives us the feel, he trusts us and we are being matured professionals who know how to handle their work load.
I had another boss, who used to ping me at 7.00 PM on Friday evening for apparently discussing a solution approach.

4. His focus is always on the issues and solutions and not on people.  There is never blame on people. He does not gossip or discuss people with one another. This factor looks less important than it actually is. There are lot more relevant real life situations than we can imagine with this statement.

One of my friend Sandy once made a mistake in his enhancements which went to quality system and this resulted in lot of defects to the team. His manager immediately assigned someone else to solve the issue. Here if the focus had been on issue, his manager would have known that it was just a mistake and Sandy would have very well solved it on his own.

5. He does not feel insecure. His ego is not hurt every-time you disagree neither it comes in the way of your performance appraisal. Though its necessary that manager should know the overall picture of the details of the project, he need not be expert at every single topic that project touches upon and he knows this fact. He can agree you can be smarter than him.

6. You would like to follow at-least some of her managerial qualities when you become a leader i.e. she inspires you. She is the person you look up to and she is the first person you go to when you are in trouble and you are not afraid of communicating to her that you are in trouble.

I once made a terrible blunder with my development, when most of the systems in the landscape bombed. I was terrified as to how my manager would react to it. Worst part, I had appraisal meeting the next day. But he just called and discussed for few minutes on steps to resolve the issue and I did the corrections in couple of hours. He did not even mention this in my appraisal. There were couple of qualities in him which inspired me. First, he was experienced and knowledgeable at the project that he had seen so many blunders like this and he did not panic and make things worse. He knew that a person cannot be judged based on one single mistake. People were not afraid to make mistakes or to try new things in his team.

7. Ofcourse, he appreciates more and criticizes effectively. I read this article recently in HBR “There’s No Such Thing as Constructive Criticism” , which talks about intricacies of giving feedback. We are all know that appreciation matters a lot. But criticism matters too and there is no easy way to communicate criticism. But there are bosses who could do this effectively in their own ways. Well, the sign is you do not feel bad when he criticizes. He sincerely wants the change in you for your good.

One of my earlier manager gave at-least 5 plus points before he gave one negative point about you. He would make it sound as if it just small easy change that you need to incorporate.

8. He knows strengths of every individuals.  He does not assign tasks to anyone available. Actually this saves lot of time.

My current boss that every effectively. He knows that my expertise is specific to certain area and he assigns issues / requirements related to that to me whereas when the requirements demands overall brief knowledge than a detailed specific skills, he assigns to different team. This allows me gain more in-depth knowledge in the area plus it saves me and him lot of time as I do not have to search for things which I do not know.

9. She has an overall good understanding of the project.  Though it is difficult for a manager to know the detailed knowledge of the individual components of the project, it is important she has an overall understanding of the components. This would help her to visualize things when some one comes to her with issues or suggestions.

One of my friend worked on a project where integration of multiple systems was involved and her expertise was in one of the system. Her manager came from other system’s background and had good knowledge in that. When my friend came up with performance improvement suggestion in the system where she was skilled at, her manager was not able to visualize or appreciate the suggestion. So he did not give importance to that topic. But eventually when there were performance issues in the production, they had to agree with her recommendation. So when he does not have overall knowledge of the components, he cannot function effectively with the issues.

10. He does not demand respect just because he is a boss i.e. he is not bossy.   He will be respected for his personal and professional values, knowledge and his skills not because he is a boss. Its just the title which gets hidden behind his responsibilities.

Last but not the least he/she has a great personality and attitude. I used to admire lady manager who had a sleek dressing sense and spoke flawless, uninterrupted English. Though the language is not an important criteria, I felt it added a lot to her personality. Well, I was lucky to have one other manager who looked like Daniel Craig but little shorted one. You bet I admired him. Come on, he was good boss!
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Author’s note:  After spending considerable years in corporate world, I think I’m fortunate to have met good professionals, some with great technical skills, some with good professional values, some who were born leaders, some with acute business and client facing skills, some with all of the above and some with none of the above.

Life’s best lessons are learnt from people whom you meet and who fascinate you.

Lights to freedom

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: November 30, 2011

When she entered the park there were very few people. It was a small park in the upper Manhattan. There were few benches on the other side of the park and around 5 kids were playing soccer in the middle of the park. Some of the trees surrounding the park were full of colors and some were beginning to shed their leaves. Color of some trees matched the color of the sunset at that time in the city. There were dry leaves all over ground, over the benches, over the cars parked in the corner, in the hair of the young lady who was sitting on one of the benches and over the unknown book that the lady had near her.

She went ahead slowly crossing the soccer boys and sat in the same bench where the young lady was sitting.

“Hello dear… “She said as she sat.

The other lady just nodded with the smile.

“What is this book about?”

“Oh .. its old.. one of the Ayn Rand’s … my husband gave it to me for one of our anniversary” She smiled. After a pause she said, “He is no more”. Her lips were still smiling.

“Aah … I’m terribly sorry ..”

“Never mind!! Wow … it’s a beautiful weather isn’t it! “She said trying to absorb her tears.

“Well… I don’t like this evening time of the day. I find it very depressing. I prefer either full light or full dark “

“Hmm… interesting!! “ Young lady noticed her bench guest. Her new guest must be around 40… Or may be younger but looked like 40. She was moderately tall, around 5”4’. She had a disproportionate waist line so her old jean stood below her belly. Her wrinkled pink T shirt tried hard to cover her full stomach. The pink color reflected on her light skin.

“I haven’t seen you here before. New to this place?” The jeans lady asked, realizing she is being watched.

“I live in Brooklyn. I don’t come here very often. I’m visiting my husband’s old friends here.”

“I come here almost daily at this time. My husband comes very late from his work.” The jeans lady said. She was little disappointed her young new stranger friend was not asking her many questions. She responded to her informational statements in one word without any probing further.

“What do you do for living?” Jeans lady asked again.

“I’m a dentist.”

“Ah … I should have known when I saw your smile “

Younger one was amused.

“Do you work?” She finally asked her something.

“I’m into computers. I write code.” She said and she was lost for some time.

“I have been writing code for past 15 years. I analyze the numbers of the company and write code again to arrive at different numbers. From morning to evening, I run the transactions in the system, get the numbers and then code again. 8 hours for a day, one day, one week, one month , one year, 15 years … numbers , code, and then numbers and then code again. “

The younger one was listening to her bench guest talk.

The other one continued, “I got married when I was 21. I thought I had a lovely life. Loving husband… Great vacations! We had a beautiful boy. “

She was lost again.

The older one continued after a brief silence. “I once had an Indian friend. He once visited his Guru once in India. And he asked his Guru, ‘Tell me something good that is going to happen in my life’. You know what his Guru said ?! ‘First your parents will die, then you will die and then your children will die’. “

“He was shocked. ‘Guru, I asked you to tell something good.’ Guru said, ‘Imagine if the sequence changes. Not seeing their children die is the best thing that could happen to a normal human life. You can’t avoid the death part anyway’. My friend was left with no answer.”

“My friend was luckier than me. I lost my son when he was 13. “

The younger one was listening to her without any reaction.

“My life again went back to full of numbers and code. My husband became emotionally unavailable. We hardly talk to each other now. I get up in the morning, cook, get ready, drive to office, look at the numbers and code, drive back home, eat , watch TV and go to bed and then again get up in the morning.. then the numbers …. “

“I don’t know why I say all this to you. But I’m just thinking there is something wrong with me.”

Young lady did not say anything.

“Last week, when I was driving back from office, I had this feeling. I saw a truck in front me in the other lane. I thought ‘why am I going to home? Why should I go home? To eat and sleep? What if I just smash into that truck by shifting to that lane? I was in his blind spot and I was ready to change the lanes… then like being stricken from panic attack I came back to my lane. … It was there for a second … “

“Don’t worry!! You will be fine when you visit a psychiatrist “Her friend said.

“No, it was a thought for just a second.”

Young lady finally said “You know, these are things are common when our lives become hectic but still meaningless. Take me for example, when I lost my hubby I thought I lost everything in life. I did not find this life worth living. But life teaches you otherwise. It makes you live. It makes you search for the meaning that we would have thought never existed. Life has to go on.
Take a break tomorrow, or may be for week or even a month. Watch movies. Play with neighbor kids. Learn a hobby. Go for a vacation with your husband. Start fresh. You might see your life from different perspective. I know a good counselor. Let me give you his address. “She wrote something on a piece of paper as she spoke and gave it to the older one.

She listened without saying a word and looked at the paper.

“Well … It was nice talking to you. I need to leave. Have to cook” Older one said with the tone of apology.

After the jeans lady left, she sat there for few minutes. It was already dark. Kids had left. Park was almost empty except for few couples here and there.

When she finally got up to leave she heard a loud gun shot in the distance.

 

World of Gods

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: September 16, 2011

He walked along the crowd in the train station.  People were rushing towards the station exit to reach their home.  They resembled sad school children in the morning with their back packs and laptop bags. He walked with long steps, reached the elevator before it was full.  People in elevator glanced at each other and reverted to looking at the ground.  An old lady came towards the lift, with her hands raised in order to ask him to wait for her till she comes. Her shoulders were swinging from side to side like a pendulum, when she walked.   He held the door for her.  She entered and gave him a warm smile.  The color of her teeth were extremely contrasting to her complexion.  She was wearing a red dress with large flowers on it.  It was tight around her large waistline.  She roughly looked like an older version of Queen Latifah.

“Thank you so much dear”   She said still smiling.

“You are welcome” He said.  He expanded his lips towards his ears, which was not a smile exactly.

The elevator reached the ground from platform.  His home was five minutes away from the station.  He entered the Kabab shop on the way and came out the with the small box of snacks.  He then continued towards his home.

“Mom, Can I have some coffee please ? Having a very bad headache” He said as he entered his home, keeping his bag at the corner.

His mother was sitting on the couch with her hands on her temple.

“Hmm…  even my head is banging.  Nobody bothers to ask me anything”  She got up and went to kitchen.

“Mom, don’t start again…. please”

“I’m not starting anything here.  It is she! ” His mother poured the coffee out of the filter into the cup.

He removed his shoes as he noticed that his dad was searching something from the suitcase.

“Dad, what are you doing ?”

“Listen Son, its getting difficult for me day by day with her”  His mother said, as she handed the coffee cup to him.

“What is it today ? ” He asked, as he saw his dad was still searching something.

“Ask her, not to touch any of the kitchen stuffs during those days”

“Which days ?”

“You know…..  those days … when she is not supposed to enter the kitchen.”

“Mom, we have spoken about this thousand times.  We do not follow such stupid rules”

“Today she used your dad’s silver glass which he uses to drink water.  You know how he feels about these things.  He is searching for his another new glass now. “

“She does not know these things Mom …  what is wrong if she uses that glass.. “

“It is not hygienic… as simple as that ” his dad shouted from the corner.

He finished his coffee and went to his bedroom without answering them.  His wife was sitting in the chaise with her laptop.  She was still working.  He went and kissed her softly on her cheeks.

“Did your mom start again today ?”

He nodded briefly.  He changed to cotton pants and a T-shirt.

“I’m not feeling very good dear..  I think I will go to temple and be back in another hour.  Here … Have these.. ” He handed the kababs to her.

“oh … whats wrong honey ? Is everything alright in the office ? “

“yea…. yea …. don’t worry …. will be back in an hour…”   He kissed her again and left.

He came out, took the car and drove for fifteen minutes before he reached the temple.  He had developed this new habit of meditating in the temple when he was stressed out or anxious.  He had become a part of a small like-minded group in the temple.

He walked towards that big Gopuram.  It stood tall in that area. He fondly remembered his childhood days when his family lived in Agraharam.  He could see magnificent temple Gopuram when he just stepped out of their old big house.  That used to be the first and last thing he saw in a day.  Looking at that always gave him a soothing feeling of presence of something beyond his reach, of more powerful existence and of presence of an entity to look after him always.

As he reached the temple entrance, he saw a board of height roughly till his waist and the board read “NO SHOES HERE”, below which he saw shoes and sandals of different color and sizes.  He went inside, straight to the shoe rack and kept his shoes.  Temple was crowded that day.

Pradosham perhaps ” He thought.

He searched for the people he knew but none was there.  He decided to go around all the deities before he could sit.  There was Abhishekam going at one of the deities.

There were thirty to fourty people watching it and chanting mantras.  There were people of different age groups in that crowd.  There were children running around.  Their parents had an eye on them when their mouth was still chanting.  There was a man in his late twenties who was reading from the mantra book on right hand and checking his facebook status from his iPhone on the left.  He was in his casual shorts and sleeveless T-shirt.  There was a young lady standing behind her husband. She looked like she was hiding behind him, like she was peeping out from the man’s shoulders.  When he watched carefully, she was playing with the man’s shirt and tickling him.  The man smiled and caught her hands from behind.  The lady had the fresh mehandi on her hands and she had bangles starting from the wrist almost till the elbow.

He moved across the crowd.  There was another board which read “Please don’t touch the statues”.  He stood there for some time with this eyes closed.  When he opened, he saw an old lady touching the deity’s feet and praying.

“Some people never understand. This is the typical average class mentality”, he heard a young woman telling her friend.  Both women seemed well dressed in their mid-thirties.  She turned towards him and she raised her eyebrows and crossed her lips on one side as if to give an helpless look.  He did not react.

He again closed his eyes and stood there.  He did not want to open for eternity.  He saw the images of the old woman in train station in her red dress, his mother shouting at him, his father giving him an annoyed look, his wife kissing him, the young woman playing with her husband silently, children running around the temple and their parents watchful eye, the old woman touching the feet of the statue and the young woman talking behind her … everything… like a sequence.

“Its difficult “, he thought.

“What is difficult”, asked the deity, the one in-front of him.

“Its difficult for me to connect when I’m surrounded by hypocrites”

“Its not necessary to connect always”, said the deity.

“Why do people come here ? “

“For fear of future”

“Whose future ? ” He asked.

“Just their future ? No one else’s “

“What is the point in coming here when you can’t connect ? “

“Everyone has their own way of connecting”  the deity said with the smile.  ”For that young lady playing with her husband , their happy relation is their connection.  The lady watching her child play, her happy family is a connection”.

“Excuse me ….  ” He stood there still.

“Ex ..x.. cuse… meeeee  ”  He opened his eyes for the voice behind.

“Could you please move this side ? ” the temple priest asked him.  He gave him some sweet as Prasadam.

He then looked for a place to sit in calm.  He spoke to couple of his friends who were already there.  He chanted mantras.

When he was ready to leave,  he saw that old lady again who touched the deity.  She was giving the sweets the priest gave her to those two young woman who were talking behind her. She was smiling happily.  Her cheeks went inside when she smiled, as she did not have much of the teeth left.  The smile of the old and new born are very similar, it does not come from deep inside but it goes to great depths on the receiver, he thought.

She asked the young women hesitantly, “sorry …. no … english ….wh…  where  ….ba….  bathroom”

As he went to temple exit, he saw one of that young woman was holding the old woman’s hand and taking her.  He turned back and saw the deity.  It smiled.———————————————————————————————————————————–

This is my first attempt on fiction.  I have tried to pen the thoughts and confusions of the current generation when it comes to god, spirituality, family and love.

 

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Bicycle

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: July 17, 2011

I wouldn’t say all the automobile mechanics in the world are frauds.  There is a small percentage of honest men among them.  But the one I came across was from the former group.  I was driving peacefully when my car started making weird noises.  So I took it to the nearby mechanic shop.  ’Sir, Suspension is damaged’ he said.   Though I’m an engineer, my knowledge on motor parts could be written on one side of stick-it note.  For example, I don’t have a clue on where this suspension lies in the car.  I didn’t want to show my ignorance to him, I said, “Really? We can change it then!”

He immediately spread out an old gunny sack and made himself comfortable under the car.  He shouted from there, “Sir, Will you get the kit or shall I?”

“Where do I get it?”

“J.C. Road..”

“That far?! Do one thing! Give me an estimate for the total repair cost. “

“I can’t say without checking completely Sir”

“Check completely then”

When he was checking, I came out of his shop.  When I turned back, I saw my car was loosing its parts slowly.  I was concerned as I saw my car that way.  He was going to charge few hundreds for every other part.  I shouldn’t have bothered so much about the little noise.  I cursed myself as I came out.

This shop was at the corner of the road.  It was 10 in the morning.  There were lot of cars running with proper suspension.  When I returned after having a coffee at a nearby restaurant, I saw that accident.  From the other side corner of the road, an old man was riding a bicycle with a unique noise which indicated the age of the bicycle itself.  A saffron colour motor van was coming on this side of the main road.  Without thinking, the old man foolishly turned his bicycle across the van.  The van driver did not have the time to apply the break.  There was a huge noise after which I didn’t see the old man.  I felt a huge knot in my stomach.

Crowd gathered immediately around the spot.  Though I was curious to know what happened, I was hesitant to go there.  I went there reluctantly.  Van was completely over the old man.  Cycle was crushed like chips.

The oldman was lying on his side.  Blood was flowing from the side of his head and his mouth was wide open.  His body was shaking.  This is how the responsible population around, that is us, behaved.

“Where is the driver man?”

“He is sitting there!”

“I’m not the driver man.”

“Oldy is dying here.. come on.. lift him”

“Wait! Don’t do that! Let the cops come! “

“Stop that Auto man”

The auto stopped, went around the crowd and speeded up.  The bus that came around had window full of faces.  “Hey look at this!!” there was a voice from inside the bus.

“We shouldn’t do any thing until the police comes”

“Call the cops!”

“Sir, you go and call the cops please!”

“I have something urgent to do!  Cops will come anyway!”

The old man had stopped shaking.  The wide blow of air from his mouth made bubbles in the blood.

“Who is this?”

“God knows”

“Nobody is with him?”

“Sir, you do one thing, please use the restaurant phone to call the cops!” One if the guys delegated the job to me.  I went back to the restaurant.  Everyone was having their food happily.

“I have to make a call”

“Seventy five paise.”

“That’s fine.”

“Sir, please give it now before making call.  No STD calls!”

“No, I have to call the cops.  There is an accident.”

“Go ahead.  But, sir, Shall I tell you something? Don’t get into this.  I did this mistake once.  I saw this guy who was lying on the road.  Took him in my car to the hospital.  They asked how I can bring the body without the police.  They made me wait for one and half hours.  When the cops came after so many calls, they shouted at me for taking the victim to the hospital without informing them.  When the hospital finally accepted the accident victim, he was declared ‘dead on arrival’ and sent to mortuary.  Case did not stop at this.  I was the eye witness for the accident.  I had to go to Court for six months every now and then.  Summons Came.  If the inspector came public prosecutor did not come.  If both came, drivers’ lawyer postponed the case.  When I calculated my expense it was around Rs. 1000.  Did everything stop there? No.  I was questioned like I was the cause of the accident.  I was frustrated with the whole event.  Why all this Sir?  just because I did what I had to do as a Citizen. ”

I listened to the whole story shell-shocked.  “Someone should call the cops right?”

“Do whatever you want.  If you are summoned, go as an eye-witness.  I told you whatever happened tome”

I dialled 100 and returned to the spot.  I saw couple of policemen already lining the spot with chalk.

“He is the one!” Someone said from the crowd.

“I just called the cops. “

“Police are already here.  The station is close by.  Driver went and informed.”

“Please come here Sir” Inspector called me.  I went reluctantly.

“Did you see this accident?”

“Hmm.. yea I did.”

“Your name?” He took a diary out of his pocket.

“Why?” I was little cautioned.

“What do you mean ‘why’ ?  You are witness Sir! Didn’t you see ?”

“Well.. Yea…. I saw.. but from a distance.  I didn’t see properly”

“But you just said you saw.  Give me the address.”

“Address…well..  I’m new to this place Sir.”

“New? You live in Bangalore right?”

“I’m from Madras Sir!”

“Ok? Do you work here?”

“No.  In-fact I’m leaving today on Brindavan.”

He did not believe what I said and gave me a sad smile.  “Are you afraid to be witness?”

“Well.  How can I come to court as witness when I’m not going to be here? Even he saw the accident.”

“No, I did not see anything.  I just came.”

“Will some one come as a witness? Some one whoever saw?” Cop asked.

The crowd started dispersing slowly.  I finally said, “Look Inspector!  I don’t have a problem in coming as witness.  But I have to go to Madras tonight”.

“Get lost man”, Inspector said annoyed. He went near the old man lying on the road.

I slowly moved to the man standing near me. “How can I be a witness when I’m not going to be here?”

“Yea.. Right. That will not work out”.

I went back to the mechanic shop.  He was counting the parts of my car.  “Sir, even the clutch blade is damaged.  Should I change?”

“Yea do that!”

“I have to shut down the engine.  It will take 3 days.”

“Go ahead.  Give me an estimate”

“350 Rs totally.  Let me give the receipt.”

“Ok.”

“Give me your address Sir”

I told him.  “How long you are in this factory?”

“Nine years.  Come back on Wednesday.”

“Ok” I came out.

I could not see the saffron colour van.  Crowd had dispersed except for couple of them.  Cops also had gone.  I had to cross the accident spot again.  There was frozen blood were the old man was lying.  Bicycle was still there.  The cycle was perhaps as old as its owner himself.  The handlebar of the cycle had an ugly cloth bag.  Perhaps he had bought half kilogram rice.  The rice was all over the place.  Half of the rice was in the blood.  There were couple of boys there.  They were collecting the blood free rice quickly and putting in their pockets.

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P.S:  This is my first attempt on fiction and in translation.  This is one of the beautiful story titled “அரிசி  (ARISI)” from Sujatha.  I found a striking resemblance in this style of story telling to J.D Salinger’s style of story telling.  Both are my favourite authors.  I thought this story should not be restricted to Tamil readers.

About the story:  This story was written by Sujatha more than 2 decades ago.  But ironically the situation described is still valid in India.  Co-incidentally, I read this story on the same day when I saw the news of murder of a man on the Coimbatore road by 4 drunken men on busy afternoon when public was just watching.

Borrowed words

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: April 27, 2011

One of my good friend said, ‘I do not see any good blogs from you these days, you are either physically lazy or intellectually lazy’.  Well, may be both?  So to retain the very few readers that I have got, and to retain their interests as they get bored with my writing, I thought I will share one of the good short story that I read in Tamil.  The writing is in Tamil.  I will try the translation of the below in my later posts.  But this one is only for Tamil readers.


Story by Ramakrishna Paramahamsa:

எல்லாவற்றையும் துற என்று ஒரு குரு சொல்லக்கேட்டு ஒரு சிஷ்யன் ஒரே ஒரு தவிர்க்க முடியாத கோவணத்துடன் ஊருக்கு வெளியே வாழ்ந்து வந்தானாம்.  அந்த கோவணத்தை அடிக்கடி எலி கடித்துவிட்டது.  ஊரார் என்ன இது இவ்வாறு கந்தலாகக் கோவணம் கட்டியிருக்கிறாயே என்று கேட்க ‘எலி’ என்று பதில் சொன்னானாம் துறந்தவன். அதற்காக ஒரே ஒரு பூனை வளர் என்றார்கள்.   அவன் பூனை வளர்க்கத் தொடங்கினான்.  பூனைக்குப் பால் தேவையாக இருந்தது… இல்லாவிடில் அது எலியை கடிக்க மறுத்தது.  பாலுக்காக ஊரில் பிச்சை எடுக்க ஆரம்பித்தான், ஊரார் ஒரே ஒரு மாடு தருகிறோம், தினம் தினம் இங்கே வராதே என்று பசு மாட்டை தானமாக அளித்தார்கள்.  மாடு வந்தது. புல் தேவையாக இருந்தது.  புல்லுக்காக தினம் ஊருக்குச் செல்ல ஆரம்பித்தான்.  இதற்காகவா இங்கு வருகிறாய், ஒரு கால் ஏக்கர் நிலம் வைத்துக் கொண்டு புல் பயிரிடேன் என்று புறம்போக்காக நிலத்தை கொடுத்தார்கள்.    நிலத்துக்கு வேலி, பால் கறக்க ஓர் இடையன், அவனுக்குச் சோறு, அதற்காக குடும்பம்… குரு மறுபடி சிஷ்யனை வந்து பார்த்த போது அவனைச் சுற்றி ஒரு பண்ணையே செழித்திருந்தது,  மனைவி, மக்கள், சுற்றம், ஆட்கள், நிலம், மாடு, மனை என்று.  குரு வினவினார்: “எதற்காக அப்பனே இதெல்லாம் ?” என்றார். “சுவாமி, எல்லாம் ஒரு கோவணதுக்காக, ” என்றான் சிஷ்யன். 


Stories from Ramakrishna are generally crisp with extra-ordinary message.  It is like those fishes that you see clearly through the water but when you try to catch it, it slips through your hand.


Hello Sujatha and Sivasankari

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: April 5, 2011

I’m not sure when I paused reading Tamil fictions.  When I was going through my old book print outs I found a copy of ‘Kanaiyazhiyin kadaisi pakkangal’ which is blog collection from Writer Sujatha for the old tamil magazine ‘Kanaiyazhi’.
Initially my reading started only with Tamil fictions because my parents introduced me to lot of tamil novels.  As a not so matured reader, I especially liked Sujatha, Sivasankari, Anuradha ramanan and Jayakanthan.  I could not interpret Kalki.  Balakumaran was not my favourite as I felt his stories are little disrespecting women.
Since I’m little worried that I’m loosing track of notable Tamil works,  I’m planning to alternate my reading between Tamil and English books.  I have composed the below list for my reading for next few months.

1. Nine stories (J.D Salinger) and 1984 (George Orwell)  (I’m currently reading these two).

2. Soodiya poo soodarka (Nanjil nadan) – Sahitya academy winner.

3. Midnight’s children (Salman Rushdie)

4.  Kanaiyazhiyin kadaisipakkangal (Sujatha)  (I was half-way)

5. Catch 22 (Joseph Heller)

6.  Ilai Uthir Kaalam (Neela Padmanabhan)

7.  To kill a mocking bird (Harper lee)

8. Arthamulla indu madam (Kanna dasan ) (I have an audio book)

9. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)

10. Enge bramanan (Cho. Ramaswamy)

Suggestions are welcome of-course for good Tamil fictions.  Does anyone know how to bring tamil fonts in blog ?

>What is pie ?

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: February 26, 2011

>I was enjoying my drink with my dear hubby that evening when he was reading me some facts from Reader’s Digest like, ‘how to be happy at work’. Now don’t ask, what did I drink. I have some couple of wicked cousins who would report to my mom / dad, ‘Athimber, unga ponnu americala ennallam panra theriyumo ?’ (Uncle do you know what all your daughter does in America ?). Then I will get a life-time ban from entering US, not from USCIS but from my Mom. Anyway, I was drinking something that would provoke some enlightened questioning like ‘What is pie in physical objects ?’ (yeah.. that 3.14 thing.. )

‘Can you show me pie in this glass? ‘ I asked DH showing my cylindrical glass. ‘How that stupid number is used to calculate the volume of my drink ?’
‘Podee, shut up and drink! Otherwise I’m going to watch cricket match’, he said.

‘No, seriously! I have never related this pie to any physical objects’, I said again like a broken record.

‘Do you know this pizza pie, apple pie and all ? This pie represents any small portion of a circle’ He tried.

‘So why is the size of the pie same across all the circles ? ‘ I asked a 4th std. question. If only I had thought of the same thing with coffee tumbler 20 years ago.

Somehow he managed to convince me drawing some circle, cutting a pie on it and the explaining how this pie is small portion with same size in all the circles which differs by radius/diameter. He tries real hard, until you at-least pretend that you understood. I was not sure if I understood. My full perfect score in Mathematics in public exams did not help here. (Alright, I managed to brag about my marks here).
This is the problem in the way we learn certain important subjects. For example, I always wondered where the ‘integration’, ‘differentiation’ , ‘limits’ are all applied in the real world. Don’t even ask about Trigonometry! I’m sure they are used effectively by scientists and mathematicians, but I was never taught that way which is beyond black board and public exams.

So, I googled the next day ‘What is pie ?’

This is all I could find:

“π (sometimes written pi) is a mathematical constant whose value is the ratio of any Euclidean plane circle’s circumference to its diameter; this is the same value as the ratio of a circle’s area to the square of its radius. It is approximately equal to 3.14159265 in the usual decimal notation.”

Some cool facts about π : (Courtesy: Wikipedia)

- Pi day is observed on Mar 14, because of 3.14 ( 3 for March 14th day)
- There is poem on pi by ‘Wisława Szymborska’
The caravan of digits that is pi
does not stop at the edge of the page,
but runs off the table and into the air,
over the wall, a leaf, a bird’s nest, the clouds, straight into the sky,
through all the bloatedness and bottomlessness.
Oh how short, all but mouse-like is the comet’s tail!

- In Carl Sagan’s novel Contact, π played a key role in the story. The novel suggested that there was a message buried deep within the digits of π placed there by the creator of the universe.[107] This part of the story was omitted from the film adaptation of the novel.

Alright, if anyone has a better layman explanation for this pi, you know where to put in.

>Grow up Once again

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: January 3, 2011

>”Come on dear … Please have at-least 2 idlies and go. Otherwise, You will not be able to do well in the exams” , Mother said. “Mom, please don’t compel. I know what to do. This is why I want to stay in hostel for my college”, I yelled at my mom. This was me as an annoying teenager ten years ago.
Now after ten years, in my late twenties, and having not seen my parents for more than a year, I long for food from my mom’s hand. I want to make sure she does not sleep hungry after an argument with me. I’m afraid to pick up a fight with my mom because it would hurt her. This is the change that twenties bring in you. Twenties are the most important part of anyone’s life. The decade brings in a lot of changes in a person. Our decisions in this decade almost determines the path of life. End of 2010 leaves me just 2 more years in twenties and I’m not sure if these changes are sufficient.

“You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen” He said.
“Oh yea” She smiled coyly.
“I can keep looking into those for my entire life” He said.
“oh come on” She blushed.

This was our conversation in our early dating days almost 8 years ago. I thought this is how we are going to live happily ever after. I did not realize we were going to be in love even after not having an eye contact for more than a year. We learn to love a person in his absence along with his/her mistakes.

I almost lost my friend to a fatal accident to realize the importance of friendship in life, to acknowledge the fact that nothing is important before a true soulful relationship as you do not get a great friend just around the corner.

I entered the huge campus of Guindy Engineering college exactly 10 years ago holing my mom’s hands, wondering how I was going to spend the rest of 4 years. I met people way smarter than me. This is the place where I learned ranks are just the numbers and the top rank does not mean you will have an appointment letter at the end of 4 years. This campus had a special magic beyond the class room education. This place made a small town girl in me to dream big, the dream which is still unfulfilled. I got transformed from non-adjusting hostel loner to be a part of the most notorious gang in ladies hostel. I almost got thrown out of the college to realize the importance of the degree from a prestigious institution.

It took me more than 3 years to realize that software industry is not all about outsourcing and onsite when I performed terribly in outsourcing IT company and joined a product development company, where I met some of the best colleagues in profession and learned what professionalism really means in IT industry.

This decade surely changed a person who does not know to read/write emails to someone whose whole career revolves around computers.

Well, I’m not sure if these changes were common across people of my generation. I’m not sure if I was ahead or behind everyone in bringing up these changes. But a small girl inside me keeps shouting: “Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again”.

>Bold and Stupid

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: October 26, 2010

I watched these videos of Dr. Jayalalitha’s Interview sometime during the last US elections.  I was also watching some of Obama and McCain’s interviews where they took difficult questions from the press as part of election campaigns.


As any other normal literate citizen of India, I do not favor any politician or a political party.  But when I watched tons of people thronging to stadiums to listen Obama’s speeches and millions watching Obama’s first presidential oath, I could not help but wonder “Do we ever look at our leaders like that? Can we first of all trust any of our leaders to solve our problems? Do we have a leader who can be looked upon as a hero and savior?”

Well, we know the answers.  But what I see as a difference here, they trust their leader because, the leaders build the trust by facing them boldly, by facing the most difficult questions put in front of them, by attending tough interviews for people.  All our leaders do is just brag about themselves in the campaigns and plan their vendetta.




When leaders face the people and ensure that they have means and methodologies to solve the issues, they gain the trust.  On this interview, unfortunately Dr. J seems to regret that she agreed to give such an interview.  From a Chief Minister of a state, I would expect more composed answers when she faces the questions.  At one point she says “If you insist to give such interpretation I cant help”.  This is where we loose our leaders. “Run away from questions”.


Have we seen our leaders coming together to face the people during Crisis.  We did not see our Prime Minsiter and opposition leader Advani come face to face even during 26/11, for discussions.  Dr. J and Dr. Karunanidhi don’t even see eye to eye.  Their personal vengeance seems to be bigger than the other problems of the state.


During Crisis, politicians need to assure people that they have solution.  They should show they know how to resolve the issues.  They can do this only when they face the grilling questions without getting over the top of the interviewer.




Yes, our leaders do give speeches and address press conferences.  But does the help?  Noted journalist Karan thapar (Interviewer in the above videos) feels “It does not”.  According to him, “In a speech, you set your own agenda. You speak about what you want to. You avoid what doesn’t suit you. And although at a press conference a politician answers journalists’ questions, he or she has multiple interlocutors, each with his own subject, and because the issue changes with each person there is little follow-up and even less intensity or persistence.”

We cannot agree more.


Dr. J very often says, she has been misunderstood by the media.  But all the interviewer here does is put all those doubtful questions, so that she can be understood properly when she answers right.  But blasting the interviewer here does not help but damages her reputation further.


I read somewhere that a young electrician asked Mrs. Margaret Thatcher, one of the greatest Prime Ministers, how she decided whether to give an interview or refuse.  Thatcher replied, “When I’m in trouble, when I need to show I have the answers and I have the determination to put things right, I agree to every interview. After all, it’s only when people know that I can remove their doubts that they will have confidence in me. But when things are going right I stay silent. At such times, there’s a danger that if I speak I might put my foot in my mouth and create a problem that doesn’t exist!“.




In summary, what concerns me is people think this is one of Dr. J’s greatest interviews. There were so many “WOW” for Dr.J by the educated masses like us.  There were so many Like’s in facebook for these videos.  The interviewer is trying to pull the answers for the people, for us.  We do not appreciate that but give kudos to arrogant attitude of the leader. This worries me.  Are we clear what to expect from our politicians?  Rude answers in good english does not make someone a good leader.  We would be supporting dictatorship indirectly if that is what we expect.




>Raavan – Where is Maniratnam?

Posted by: Padma. S. Pandidurai on: June 20, 2010

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Disclaimer:  This is NOT the review of the movie ‘Raavan’.  This is just my personal thought process after watching the movie.









Today I convinced Pandi to watch Raavan in hindi because Raavanan (Tamil Version) was screened only in Big Cinemas in Oak tree road.  I did not want to insult Maniratnam by watching his movie in THAT movie hall.  People in Edison know what I mean here.  A movie theatre in remote village of Tamilnadu will be much better (and cheaper) than the above said hall.


I was waiting for ‘Raavan’ to release ever since the news of the movie started appearing in magazines and Internet sites for couple of reasons.  First Maniratnam!  I’m great fan of his movies.  I sometimes boast to my north indian friends for how poorly the hindi movie “Saathiya” was made, compared to “Alaipayuthe” in Tamil.  Both have same story but Maniratnam did not direct hindi version.  ”Alaipayuthe” is my all-time favourite romantic movie till date and my personal opinion is even none of the hollywood romantic movie can beat this movie for its realistic depiction of modern day romance between married couples.


Second Reason is Aishwarya Rai!  I like to watch her on movies not for her acting though but for her stunning screen presence.  You cannot just look at anyone or anything, when she is on-screen.


But for Raavan, though Aishwarya did not disappoint me so much, I was wondering at the end, “Did I watch a Maniratnam movie now?”  Somehow I’m forced to compare “Raavan” with some of his earlier movies.  Unfortunately just because it is the Maniratnam movie, I ended up searching for good things in it.


I like his movies for couple of reasons.  Generally his heroes are smart, witty, intelligent, romantic, sarcastic and handsome of-course.  I can still watch Karthik in “Mounaraagam” for his romantic chase of his girl Revathi.  Arvindsamy was cool when he calls his wife “Pattikaadu” in Roja.  Who can forget Madhavan for the way he proposes Shalini in ‘Alaipayuthe’.  Even Abhishek Bachan was funny in ‘Guru’ and even not-so romantic Rajinikanth was good in “Thalapathi”.  Now I do not expect an ill-fated terrorist Beera to be funny and romantic but what happened to Vikram who is a handsome police officer and who loves his wife.  He does nothing other staring and shouting in the movie.  I felt he was a a bit annoying too.  There are not any scenes(other than a single song) to show the love of cop Vikram and his wife Aishwarya.  Even in the original Ramayana Serial, I have seen scenes where Sita used to think about how happy she was with Rama.  And some ‘divine’ romantic scenes are shown as flashback.


Another reason why I like Maniratnam movies is the way he brings out the chemistry between his protagonists.  There is chemistry neither between off-screen couples AB jr and Aishwarya nor between on-screen couples Vikram and Aishwarya.  Again some of the couples of his other movies came to my mind naturally.  Even in the movies which did not have ‘Love’ as a main subject like Bombay, Roja, Yuva (aithaezhuthu in Tamil) and Guru, Maniratnam could bring out an amazing chemistry between his lead actors.


And most of his movies send out a clear message be it for love or for terrorism or patriotism.  Atleast for me, most of his movies made an impact in such a way, the movie runs in my mind even after I’m done watching the movie.  I’m again forced to think of the climax of Bombay movie, where all the people drop the weapon and hold each other’s hands with amazing AR Rehman song ‘Malarodu malaratha’ at the background.  I could not find any such messages in ‘Raavan’.


Finally, somethings I liked about Raavan: AR Rehman Music, the way climax fight was shot at the hanging bridge, location and cinematography, Aishwarya Rai (she looked old indeed).


But if there was something that was running loud and clear in my mind, it is “Where is Maniratnam in this movie?”

Thanks for the Visit!

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