Its been a while since i wrote something. More because of the workload at office and home that i have been totally exhausted to pen even a few lines. Something that the girls where discussing the otherday caught my attention
Rose as usual was sitting with me chattering away about school. I was blissfully ignorant of her talk fully engrossed in the newspaper. I get time to look at the newspaper only in the evenings; (so much for womens liberation. I used to be a vehement women'libber in my bachelor days). She must have said something to catch Anne's interest, who was in her room ( probabaly modelling before the mirror; That is all she has time for these days) i heard Ann shout out "which girl" and was interested in the conversation. Rose," the girl who waved when we were in the van in the evening" and Ann, "Ohhhhh the Rabbit tooth eh?".
and iam "zapped" another of their vocabulary
Tuesday 4 September 2007
Thursday 5 July 2007
Soda Buddi and " Please do the same thing for me Oh God!"
Today started off as a very peaceful day, starting from yesterday evening peace has prevailed on my household.
The girls, Ann and Rose were on their best behaviour. their mom too was too sweet to be true. I collected the girls from their playhome in the evening, Rose being the chatterbox started off narrating the days events as soon as she caught sight of me. We the threesome resemble refugees on this trip ( with bags of various sizes and shapes hanging from all possible places of our bodies)
Me too was in a playful mood as opposed to the usual grumpy self, so when the girls asked for ice cream, I bought them despite having a packet of ice cream in the fridge. and then they wanted to reach home fast to attack it. the road opposite to our house has been changed to a two way road from the one way; so it is kind of tricky crossing the road; when the road was fairly clear of traffic; I gave a war cry ESCAAAAAAAAAAPE and we crossed the road, much to the embarrassement of the daughters ( I like to embarrass them just to see the expression on their face....
We reach home; everything gets dumped at the entrance and they just head for the sofa; I have been trying to discipline them all their lives that they have to put things in place ( bags on their study table; shoes on the shoe rack etc etc but they just dont do it; very much in contrast to the theory of a psycologist who once told me that it is a matter of setting the practise and a habit; so much for psycology; i guess the girls defy all the set rules and set a new set of rules
As I had done most of the cooking in the morning itself, there was nothing much to do; I served the girls their evening meal and sat with them at the dining table; the TV was switched on; the show selected being "sponge bob; square pants" To this day, i have not been able to understand their attraction for this cartoon,according to me the characters are Yucky ( their language; these days they are my language guru; what with yummmmmmm and Yuckkk
After I while i went to lie down for a while; Rose finished her meal and came to lie with me and we were chatting about her school when she told me about the new "rude and mean" girl who was there in their school van ( iam struck at the strong language; my how do these girls pick up such language; this girl poojitha is a fighter cock amma, she fights with everyone in the van and pushes the small pre primary boy too; so bad no amma??? Yes i agree and then she even fights with Chechi and she is only in 4th std amma you should not fight with big girls no amma?? I remind her that then she should not be fighting with her chechi and she ignores it; so I ask her what chechi does when poojitha fights with her; she says chechi keeps quite; does not mind her. Just then chechi walks in and i ask her if poojitha fought with her today; yes Amma and i told her " eh shut up you soda Buddi". I burst out laughing at the language, (Oh my! the girls are mean)and i asked her why soda Buddi and pat came the answer," Amma she wears glasses". I told her that it is mean to call such names and then Rose is there to support her chechi. Amma poojitha is also mean. She asked me if my sister was mental. I was sure i would fall off the bed and then Rose says" I told her no she is not, if she was mental, she would be in the mental hospital she is not, so she is not mental".
I thought enough was enough, I admonished them. told them to watch their language and just ignore if people were mean and not to respond. They did not think amma was modern enough and argued that if we sit quite they think we are fools, I said let them think. Anyway it was time for the wash and the studies so i pushed one into the bathroom and sat down with the other to look at the school work.I had enough for one day
Everything went off peacefully for the rest of the evening; I woke up late in the morning the next day as breakfast was bread and cheese. so had plenty of time to spend with the girls ( it was one of the quitest week mornings; otherwise the house is like a battle ground; with me yelling from the kitchen and the girls just sitting about on the sofa not doing anything and husband in blissful ignorance of what is happening around, engrossed in his newspaper)
The breakfast and dressing over, they were all set to go down to catch the school van; and as usual i asked them to pray before they leave
Ann prays as follows: God please make this a good day; let no teacher scold me
and Rose," Please do the same thing for me Oh God!"
The husband and I burst out laughing at this., the girls went out to catch the van and peace set in ......
and then the it was time to dress up for office; my day had begun....
The girls, Ann and Rose were on their best behaviour. their mom too was too sweet to be true. I collected the girls from their playhome in the evening, Rose being the chatterbox started off narrating the days events as soon as she caught sight of me. We the threesome resemble refugees on this trip ( with bags of various sizes and shapes hanging from all possible places of our bodies)
Me too was in a playful mood as opposed to the usual grumpy self, so when the girls asked for ice cream, I bought them despite having a packet of ice cream in the fridge. and then they wanted to reach home fast to attack it. the road opposite to our house has been changed to a two way road from the one way; so it is kind of tricky crossing the road; when the road was fairly clear of traffic; I gave a war cry ESCAAAAAAAAAAPE and we crossed the road, much to the embarrassement of the daughters ( I like to embarrass them just to see the expression on their face....
We reach home; everything gets dumped at the entrance and they just head for the sofa; I have been trying to discipline them all their lives that they have to put things in place ( bags on their study table; shoes on the shoe rack etc etc but they just dont do it; very much in contrast to the theory of a psycologist who once told me that it is a matter of setting the practise and a habit; so much for psycology; i guess the girls defy all the set rules and set a new set of rules
As I had done most of the cooking in the morning itself, there was nothing much to do; I served the girls their evening meal and sat with them at the dining table; the TV was switched on; the show selected being "sponge bob; square pants" To this day, i have not been able to understand their attraction for this cartoon,according to me the characters are Yucky ( their language; these days they are my language guru; what with yummmmmmm and Yuckkk
After I while i went to lie down for a while; Rose finished her meal and came to lie with me and we were chatting about her school when she told me about the new "rude and mean" girl who was there in their school van ( iam struck at the strong language; my how do these girls pick up such language; this girl poojitha is a fighter cock amma, she fights with everyone in the van and pushes the small pre primary boy too; so bad no amma??? Yes i agree and then she even fights with Chechi and she is only in 4th std amma you should not fight with big girls no amma?? I remind her that then she should not be fighting with her chechi and she ignores it; so I ask her what chechi does when poojitha fights with her; she says chechi keeps quite; does not mind her. Just then chechi walks in and i ask her if poojitha fought with her today; yes Amma and i told her " eh shut up you soda Buddi". I burst out laughing at the language, (Oh my! the girls are mean)and i asked her why soda Buddi and pat came the answer," Amma she wears glasses". I told her that it is mean to call such names and then Rose is there to support her chechi. Amma poojitha is also mean. She asked me if my sister was mental. I was sure i would fall off the bed and then Rose says" I told her no she is not, if she was mental, she would be in the mental hospital she is not, so she is not mental".
I thought enough was enough, I admonished them. told them to watch their language and just ignore if people were mean and not to respond. They did not think amma was modern enough and argued that if we sit quite they think we are fools, I said let them think. Anyway it was time for the wash and the studies so i pushed one into the bathroom and sat down with the other to look at the school work.I had enough for one day
Everything went off peacefully for the rest of the evening; I woke up late in the morning the next day as breakfast was bread and cheese. so had plenty of time to spend with the girls ( it was one of the quitest week mornings; otherwise the house is like a battle ground; with me yelling from the kitchen and the girls just sitting about on the sofa not doing anything and husband in blissful ignorance of what is happening around, engrossed in his newspaper)
The breakfast and dressing over, they were all set to go down to catch the school van; and as usual i asked them to pray before they leave
Ann prays as follows: God please make this a good day; let no teacher scold me
and Rose," Please do the same thing for me Oh God!"
The husband and I burst out laughing at this., the girls went out to catch the van and peace set in ......
and then the it was time to dress up for office; my day had begun....
Thursday 31 May 2007
Nadan Kappayum Ellum
I was introduced to this culinary delight after marriage; we were invited by a friend of the husband to lunch soon after marriage
We reached there and there was this rich aroma wafting in from the kitchen. Aunty was busy in the kitchen I was told. After introductions and small talk, I walked into the kitchen to talk with aunty and she casually asked if i have tasted kappa a ellu. I said no and then she said that is what is special today
Kappa and ellu is very traditional to Kuttanad and changanacherry. This is an item that is very common and very staple in the farmers house. It is suited to people who labour well in the fields. The fat, protein and carbohydrates in the dish is easily dissolved by the hard labour put in by the farmers.
Well now I hear it is being served in some star hotels in kerala as well which serves authentic Kerala food
Here is how you prepare it
You should have the guts to go and ask the butcher for the beaf bones; here is the technique; look straight in his eyes and ask for bones from the rib of the animal. He will ask if it is for the dog; you have to answer him looking straight into the eye that it is for humans :-)
OK, now that you are done with the bones, you move on shop for some good nadan kappa ( tapioca), green chillies, fresh ginger, curry leaves, coconut and garlic. Also pick up some spices ( perumjeerakam(sauf) Kurumulaku ( black pepper),cardamom, cinnamon)or if you are the modern types who do not believe in fresh ground spices, get a pack of meat masala.
This is one full meal for the sunday afternoon if you can entice the entire family into it, which means that you can do away with the regular rice and the various curries. I generally do; not entice but make an announcement in the morning that lunch would be kappa and ellu and husband is Ok with it. The children protest so they have curds and rice or an omlette and rice
Now that that we have the ingredients, the next step is cleaning the Ellu and Kappa.
Wash the ellu 5-6 times in water and keep it aside to drain. Remove the skin of the Kappa and slide it into small pieces
Cook the kappa slices with water and salt. Once the kappa is cooked well, drain out the water and mash the kappa and keep aside
In a pressure cooker, cook the bones with one cup of water,
one sliced onion,
3-4 green chillies crushed,
3-4 pods of crushed garlic,
one large piece of fresh ginger crushed and
3-4 twigs of curry leaves,
some chilli powder, turmeric powder and about
2tbsp of the meat masala (or freshly ground spices)
Pressure cook the above ( 6-7 whistles) or till done.
Once the pressure is off, open the lid of the pressure cooker, mix the kappa and ellu, add grated cocounut, the more you add coconut, the more tasty.
Close the lid and put it back on the stove and let it steam without the whistle . remove it from the flame and you are ready to start attacking........
For those of you hearing of this culinary delight for the first time, it might sound savage......... but believe me it is a delight and if you have some nadan kallu to wash it down with, Iam told there is nothing like it.........Never had the luxury though
We reached there and there was this rich aroma wafting in from the kitchen. Aunty was busy in the kitchen I was told. After introductions and small talk, I walked into the kitchen to talk with aunty and she casually asked if i have tasted kappa a ellu. I said no and then she said that is what is special today
Kappa and ellu is very traditional to Kuttanad and changanacherry. This is an item that is very common and very staple in the farmers house. It is suited to people who labour well in the fields. The fat, protein and carbohydrates in the dish is easily dissolved by the hard labour put in by the farmers.
Well now I hear it is being served in some star hotels in kerala as well which serves authentic Kerala food
Here is how you prepare it
You should have the guts to go and ask the butcher for the beaf bones; here is the technique; look straight in his eyes and ask for bones from the rib of the animal. He will ask if it is for the dog; you have to answer him looking straight into the eye that it is for humans :-)
OK, now that you are done with the bones, you move on shop for some good nadan kappa ( tapioca), green chillies, fresh ginger, curry leaves, coconut and garlic. Also pick up some spices ( perumjeerakam(sauf) Kurumulaku ( black pepper),cardamom, cinnamon)or if you are the modern types who do not believe in fresh ground spices, get a pack of meat masala.
This is one full meal for the sunday afternoon if you can entice the entire family into it, which means that you can do away with the regular rice and the various curries. I generally do; not entice but make an announcement in the morning that lunch would be kappa and ellu and husband is Ok with it. The children protest so they have curds and rice or an omlette and rice
Now that that we have the ingredients, the next step is cleaning the Ellu and Kappa.
Wash the ellu 5-6 times in water and keep it aside to drain. Remove the skin of the Kappa and slide it into small pieces
Cook the kappa slices with water and salt. Once the kappa is cooked well, drain out the water and mash the kappa and keep aside
In a pressure cooker, cook the bones with one cup of water,
one sliced onion,
3-4 green chillies crushed,
3-4 pods of crushed garlic,
one large piece of fresh ginger crushed and
3-4 twigs of curry leaves,
some chilli powder, turmeric powder and about
2tbsp of the meat masala (or freshly ground spices)
Pressure cook the above ( 6-7 whistles) or till done.
Once the pressure is off, open the lid of the pressure cooker, mix the kappa and ellu, add grated cocounut, the more you add coconut, the more tasty.
Close the lid and put it back on the stove and let it steam without the whistle . remove it from the flame and you are ready to start attacking........
For those of you hearing of this culinary delight for the first time, it might sound savage......... but believe me it is a delight and if you have some nadan kallu to wash it down with, Iam told there is nothing like it.........Never had the luxury though
Tuesday 29 May 2007
The Yummmmmmmmmmm Banana Bread
It was a friday evening and i was clearing up the kitchen when i came across two "over ripe" bananas, hidden beneath a bunch of shopping bags and polythene covers. I remember the day hubby dear went on a fruit shopping spree after reading about the benefits of fruit in daily diet. I was awestruck at the quantity and variety that came home.
I did not know where to place them or how to use them, there was bananas (poovan) huge yellow ones, guavas, mangoes and grapes.
The mangoes and the grapes were the first to get washed off, guavas and bananas remained. Bananas vanished out of sight and got forgotten about......... and here they were giving me evil looks. I took one look at them and was almost throwing them into the wastebin when I was stuck by this sudden brainwave; why not banana bread and i had water in my mouth already
I put them away in the refrigerator and decided that it would be banana bread tommorrow
For those who havent tried the bread yet; it is a treat to the senses and very easy to bake as well. It never goes wrong
All you need to have handy is some flour ( maida), eggs, milk, sugar, (cardamom, cinnamon and cloves) if you dont have vanilla essence handy
the measurements to bake one banana bread in a 1 kg bread tray is
3 full cups of maida
3 eggs
100 gms butter
2 tsp of baking powder
.5 tsp of baking soda
Two large bananas mashed
2.5 cups of sugar
1 tsp of vanilla essence /a mix of 2 cardamoms, 3 cloves , 1 stick of cinnamon
If you are using the spice mix instead of vanilla essence, put them along with the sugar into the mixie cup when you powder the sugar.
In a mixing bowl, mix together, the powdered sugar, eggs, butter and mashed bananas. this is easy if you have a hand mixer at home or else use an egg beater and beat it to creamy consistency, add the measured out quantity of maida (you need to add the baking powder and soda into the flour and mix well with a spoon) and blend well till the batter is slighlty thick and is of flowing consistency ( dosa flour consistency). If the batter is too thick, you need to add milk to loosen the consistency.
Now, grease the bread tray and warm it in the oven; pour the batter into the baking tray. the batter should not occupy more than half of the baking tray.
Place the tray in the oven and bake at 160 centigrade for about 60 minutes ( however you need to check with a tooth pick to see if it is done before taking it out of the oven)
Cool the bread, turn the bread over and cut into desired sizes.
Once you taste this bread you will become life time fans of the Banana Bread
Enjoy.........
I did not know where to place them or how to use them, there was bananas (poovan) huge yellow ones, guavas, mangoes and grapes.
The mangoes and the grapes were the first to get washed off, guavas and bananas remained. Bananas vanished out of sight and got forgotten about......... and here they were giving me evil looks. I took one look at them and was almost throwing them into the wastebin when I was stuck by this sudden brainwave; why not banana bread and i had water in my mouth already
I put them away in the refrigerator and decided that it would be banana bread tommorrow
For those who havent tried the bread yet; it is a treat to the senses and very easy to bake as well. It never goes wrong
All you need to have handy is some flour ( maida), eggs, milk, sugar, (cardamom, cinnamon and cloves) if you dont have vanilla essence handy
the measurements to bake one banana bread in a 1 kg bread tray is
3 full cups of maida
3 eggs
100 gms butter
2 tsp of baking powder
.5 tsp of baking soda
Two large bananas mashed
2.5 cups of sugar
1 tsp of vanilla essence /a mix of 2 cardamoms, 3 cloves , 1 stick of cinnamon
If you are using the spice mix instead of vanilla essence, put them along with the sugar into the mixie cup when you powder the sugar.
In a mixing bowl, mix together, the powdered sugar, eggs, butter and mashed bananas. this is easy if you have a hand mixer at home or else use an egg beater and beat it to creamy consistency, add the measured out quantity of maida (you need to add the baking powder and soda into the flour and mix well with a spoon) and blend well till the batter is slighlty thick and is of flowing consistency ( dosa flour consistency). If the batter is too thick, you need to add milk to loosen the consistency.
Now, grease the bread tray and warm it in the oven; pour the batter into the baking tray. the batter should not occupy more than half of the baking tray.
Place the tray in the oven and bake at 160 centigrade for about 60 minutes ( however you need to check with a tooth pick to see if it is done before taking it out of the oven)
Cool the bread, turn the bread over and cut into desired sizes.
Once you taste this bread you will become life time fans of the Banana Bread
Enjoy.........
Wednesday 23 May 2007
The disastrous Wedding Anniversary
Yesterday May 23rd was our wedding Anniversary. On the 22nd evening, I announced it to hubby dear as i was sure that he would completely forget about the D day and also dropped heavy hints of a candle light dinner that could be forthcoming
The man seemed totally baffled at the idea and did not seem to understand the relevance of the dinner. Come early morning on 23rd and I wished him and he wished me back as if it was routine and again went back to sleep
We went to our respective offices and in the middle of work, I asked him to come home early and the man did not get the hint.
I reached home as usual and wait for hubby dear to come in anytime as i had called and asked him.
By 7.30 pm i was getting impatient wanted to call him and find out the status of his journey. I resisted the urge ( my pride was at stake. I did not want to be begging )
By 8.45 p.m I could not hold back any longer. I call him and he was very casual and mentioned that he was on the way and will take another 15 minutes to reach. I was seething inside, but resisited showing it.
By 9.00 P.m, my expectations were much more realistic. I hoped to be presented with some flowers at least.......
By 9.15 p.m hubby dear walks in and announces that he dying of hunger and to please serve supper. I did not give him the usual welcome smile and went about laying the table and that is when he noticed that i was not my real self.
Our man is all concern by then; checking if everything was OK at office and if there was something that was out of order,. I kept mum. He deserved it :(
We had our very down to earth dinner. So much for hopes about the "candle lit dinner" et al..... and went to bed.
Early morning again our man is all "investigative journalist" and want to find out the reason for my being cross .....
I tell him so many words that i expected something on our anniversary atleast a flower and he thinks i am being silly and says that i should have reminded him in the evening to get something for me. MEN :((((((
So much for hopes.................
The man seemed totally baffled at the idea and did not seem to understand the relevance of the dinner. Come early morning on 23rd and I wished him and he wished me back as if it was routine and again went back to sleep
We went to our respective offices and in the middle of work, I asked him to come home early and the man did not get the hint.
I reached home as usual and wait for hubby dear to come in anytime as i had called and asked him.
By 7.30 pm i was getting impatient wanted to call him and find out the status of his journey. I resisted the urge ( my pride was at stake. I did not want to be begging )
By 8.45 p.m I could not hold back any longer. I call him and he was very casual and mentioned that he was on the way and will take another 15 minutes to reach. I was seething inside, but resisited showing it.
By 9.00 P.m, my expectations were much more realistic. I hoped to be presented with some flowers at least.......
By 9.15 p.m hubby dear walks in and announces that he dying of hunger and to please serve supper. I did not give him the usual welcome smile and went about laying the table and that is when he noticed that i was not my real self.
Our man is all concern by then; checking if everything was OK at office and if there was something that was out of order,. I kept mum. He deserved it :(
We had our very down to earth dinner. So much for hopes about the "candle lit dinner" et al..... and went to bed.
Early morning again our man is all "investigative journalist" and want to find out the reason for my being cross .....
I tell him so many words that i expected something on our anniversary atleast a flower and he thinks i am being silly and says that i should have reminded him in the evening to get something for me. MEN :((((((
So much for hopes.................
My cooking
I have always wanted to write something about the cuisine of Kerala, Gods Own Country
Yesterday, as I was walking through Malleswaram streets, my favourite haunt in Bangalore.....
I do this all the time, when I have the time and I have plenty of it now that the kids are at their grandparents place in cochin.
Coming back to the Malleswaram streets. Let me mention here that it is Mango time and the roadsides are packed with mangoes of all shapes, sizes and colors. The mangoes gave me an idea for the evening meal. I went in search of those chakkara manghas. the tiny ones which are the sweetest. and even before i began my search there they were lying in aheap in one of the vendors cart. I asked him the rate, he quoted Rs. 25/- for 1 kg. I quoted Rs. 20/- and bought some from him.
After reaching home, called up amma to find out the recipe. (This happens when i attempt to something that is not the usual fare like the thorans or mezhukkupurattis, not to mention that i have been cooking independently for over 11 years now)
Amma never does have the exact mesurement of the ingredients that go into each curry. she would say add some of this and some of that and that is what i do
Here is how i managed to do it, but believe me it was yummmmmmmmm
Peel all the mangoes
place it in a saucepan or katai and boil with salt, turmeric ( pinch) an even smaller pinch of red chilli powder, green chillies ( 3) curry leaves ( one sprig), one small onion sliced
Grate about half medium sized coconut.
Blend the coconut with half teaspoon of jeera, one clove of garlic to a smooth paste
add it into the boiled mango and bring to a boil and then let it cook on sim for 5-7 minutes
switch off the flame and wait to cool.
Add half to one cup of thick curds into it and mix well.
Now is the most criticalpart, arriving at the right mix of salt, sour and sweet.
You know you have to adjust all these flavours to arrive at the right taste.
If you have the time you can season this with mustard seeds, whole red chillies and curry leaves in coconut oil.
once that is done, you are ready to serve it and believe me it is an alltime favourite of all malayaees.
Ideally, the old timers would do it in the mud pot , but we are more modern and frown on earthen ware so it is either steel or aluminum for us
Enjoy..........
Yesterday, as I was walking through Malleswaram streets, my favourite haunt in Bangalore.....
I do this all the time, when I have the time and I have plenty of it now that the kids are at their grandparents place in cochin.
Coming back to the Malleswaram streets. Let me mention here that it is Mango time and the roadsides are packed with mangoes of all shapes, sizes and colors. The mangoes gave me an idea for the evening meal. I went in search of those chakkara manghas. the tiny ones which are the sweetest. and even before i began my search there they were lying in aheap in one of the vendors cart. I asked him the rate, he quoted Rs. 25/- for 1 kg. I quoted Rs. 20/- and bought some from him.
After reaching home, called up amma to find out the recipe. (This happens when i attempt to something that is not the usual fare like the thorans or mezhukkupurattis, not to mention that i have been cooking independently for over 11 years now)
Amma never does have the exact mesurement of the ingredients that go into each curry. she would say add some of this and some of that and that is what i do
Here is how i managed to do it, but believe me it was yummmmmmmmm
Peel all the mangoes
place it in a saucepan or katai and boil with salt, turmeric ( pinch) an even smaller pinch of red chilli powder, green chillies ( 3) curry leaves ( one sprig), one small onion sliced
Grate about half medium sized coconut.
Blend the coconut with half teaspoon of jeera, one clove of garlic to a smooth paste
add it into the boiled mango and bring to a boil and then let it cook on sim for 5-7 minutes
switch off the flame and wait to cool.
Add half to one cup of thick curds into it and mix well.
Now is the most criticalpart, arriving at the right mix of salt, sour and sweet.
You know you have to adjust all these flavours to arrive at the right taste.
If you have the time you can season this with mustard seeds, whole red chillies and curry leaves in coconut oil.
once that is done, you are ready to serve it and believe me it is an alltime favourite of all malayaees.
Ideally, the old timers would do it in the mud pot , but we are more modern and frown on earthen ware so it is either steel or aluminum for us
Enjoy..........
Tuesday 8 May 2007
Climbing the corporate ladder; the more practical way
This one of the countless experiences that I have witnessed during my 12+ year tenure trying to trudge along the corporate ladder. However big my efforts in this direction, Iam sorry to say that I have not been able to make any great impact in my own company leave alone the corporate jungle.
But here is a true case study of a strategy that they will definitely not teach you at any of the B schools anywhere in the world but which, has succeeded nevertheless and the gentleman in question has taken the corporate escalator instead of the ladder. Both of us (Let us name the hero of the story)
Mr. Romeo and I joined the organization at about the same time. Mr. Romeo having come in a senior management position even though he has much less education qualification and much less experience than poor ole me. He came in through as the close buddy of one of the blue eyed boys of the closed circle and hence needless to say got marketed by the pal even before he set his foot in the organization for an interview
Soon as his interviews and salary negotiations were over, Mr. Romeo expressed his desire to join and since he was not assigned any particular seat in the organization, he befriended some young girls in the department, who where thrilled to see the Senior man paying a lot of attention to him. Needless to say the girls began showing him off wherever they could get attention; which was the organizations pantry which ensured that Mr. Romeo got noticed three times a day by the office crowd and needless to say Mr. Romeo played up his part to perfection ensuring that he got noticed by the crowd. The girls were also liberal in showcasing their priced possession and soon the exercise started giving results.
(In the meanwhile the work that was assigned to Mr. Romeo saw a lot progress not because of any efforts put in by him but due to a communication problem, as a result of which a ghost worker of the adjoining department was making tremendous progress and by the time the official communication to segregate the work had come, the work had made a lot of progress and Mr. Romeo scored full marks for the same, which got him accolades from the seat of power, who was impressed so to say. Mr. Romeo, in the meanwhile was having a jolly good time, being offered the undying attention of the tier one girls who rushed to satisfy his every whim and fancy and browsing shadi.com and zeroing in on his future bride. Of course one needs to appreciate the fact that he was able to find his future bride.)
Mr. Romeo soon got noticed by the second tier girls, who had better position in the organization than the tier one girls. Incidentally by now, Mr. Romeo’s constant follow up with the admin department of the organization yielded him a Chamber where he could position his system properly away from the looks and stares of the passers bye which ensured that he got enough time chatting browsing and looking up shadi.com for prospective bridal candidate for his friends too.
As in everycase, exception is the rule and exceptions are there in this case. When I mentioned that the entire womanhood of the organization was tantalized by Romeo’s charms, our Ms. Naxalite was one amoung the few dissidents. Ms. Naxalite Openly rebelled against Romeo and made her mark. She was not enamoured by his charms. Despite Mr. Romeos repeated attempts to charm the lady failed, Romeo tried his hand at being humble but, sad to say he failed miserably.
By now Mr. Romeo’s new red Hyundai Accent car had also come and he was hot property. And the car ensured that he got noticed by the all powerful Ms. Juliet very close to the seat of power in the organization noticed him and his future was made. Getting noticed by Ms. Juliet ensured that he was part of every delegation which participated in road shows and exhibitions on behalf of the company, which ensured close interactions with the seat of power who needless to say was bowled over by his skills, which reinforced the feedback he received from the blue eyed boy and Ms. Juliet. ……..and finally the mother of all success……… a plum foreign assignment
But here is a true case study of a strategy that they will definitely not teach you at any of the B schools anywhere in the world but which, has succeeded nevertheless and the gentleman in question has taken the corporate escalator instead of the ladder. Both of us (Let us name the hero of the story)
Mr. Romeo and I joined the organization at about the same time. Mr. Romeo having come in a senior management position even though he has much less education qualification and much less experience than poor ole me. He came in through as the close buddy of one of the blue eyed boys of the closed circle and hence needless to say got marketed by the pal even before he set his foot in the organization for an interview
Soon as his interviews and salary negotiations were over, Mr. Romeo expressed his desire to join and since he was not assigned any particular seat in the organization, he befriended some young girls in the department, who where thrilled to see the Senior man paying a lot of attention to him. Needless to say the girls began showing him off wherever they could get attention; which was the organizations pantry which ensured that Mr. Romeo got noticed three times a day by the office crowd and needless to say Mr. Romeo played up his part to perfection ensuring that he got noticed by the crowd. The girls were also liberal in showcasing their priced possession and soon the exercise started giving results.
(In the meanwhile the work that was assigned to Mr. Romeo saw a lot progress not because of any efforts put in by him but due to a communication problem, as a result of which a ghost worker of the adjoining department was making tremendous progress and by the time the official communication to segregate the work had come, the work had made a lot of progress and Mr. Romeo scored full marks for the same, which got him accolades from the seat of power, who was impressed so to say. Mr. Romeo, in the meanwhile was having a jolly good time, being offered the undying attention of the tier one girls who rushed to satisfy his every whim and fancy and browsing shadi.com and zeroing in on his future bride. Of course one needs to appreciate the fact that he was able to find his future bride.)
Mr. Romeo soon got noticed by the second tier girls, who had better position in the organization than the tier one girls. Incidentally by now, Mr. Romeo’s constant follow up with the admin department of the organization yielded him a Chamber where he could position his system properly away from the looks and stares of the passers bye which ensured that he got enough time chatting browsing and looking up shadi.com for prospective bridal candidate for his friends too.
As in everycase, exception is the rule and exceptions are there in this case. When I mentioned that the entire womanhood of the organization was tantalized by Romeo’s charms, our Ms. Naxalite was one amoung the few dissidents. Ms. Naxalite Openly rebelled against Romeo and made her mark. She was not enamoured by his charms. Despite Mr. Romeos repeated attempts to charm the lady failed, Romeo tried his hand at being humble but, sad to say he failed miserably.
By now Mr. Romeo’s new red Hyundai Accent car had also come and he was hot property. And the car ensured that he got noticed by the all powerful Ms. Juliet very close to the seat of power in the organization noticed him and his future was made. Getting noticed by Ms. Juliet ensured that he was part of every delegation which participated in road shows and exhibitions on behalf of the company, which ensured close interactions with the seat of power who needless to say was bowled over by his skills, which reinforced the feedback he received from the blue eyed boy and Ms. Juliet. ……..and finally the mother of all success……… a plum foreign assignment
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