more call center nights...

wen i stay awake at this hour in front of the comp wen everyone's asleep... it isn't strange wen call center days come to my mind..

waiting for the cab, getting into chatter with ur friends in the cab.. long drives along the ring road to office.. i was popular for my nap form the time i boarded the cab till i reached office... no matter how loud the music in the cab was, how loud the kannadigas laughed and argued inside,
no matter how sharp the turns wer and how sudden the brakes wer... i used to sleep peacefully til the cab reached the gate of the B2K campus.. ur cabmates wer someone u wer close to coz they always build a relation within the time u reached ur office and back home.. topics varied from the stupid qyuestions of customers to graffity mails received on the day, from songs in the FM to the gossips in the office (yup u guessed it right. there are gals in the cab). Sometimes the kannadiga drivers try to impress you by talking in english.. and u know how all the words end."sir....thisu sunday u comingu to officu?" some wer really talented when ti came to driving.. you would find yourselves in cab drives along the ring road.. you could have glimpses of trailors and other vehicles like a flash behind.. some ladies used to pray all the Gods they know before entering the cab.. some (gals again) send complaint mails..SIR..DRIVER RASH DRIVING.. TOOO FAST..

i'm confused.....

well.. i must admit i'm confused...
either to find a job and settle down until i think of something else...
or start something that's been in ma mind for a long time ...an ad firm in doha or somehting of that sort that's interesting and creative..

it isn't easy to start something..
hell load of hard work is needed... but i don't really know whom to start with or wat...
i just need a good partner and a good space. i'm sure we can win if we start it right now.. qatar market is yet to grow and there are lots of oppurtunities for fresh attacks...

peom against racism....

Here's something i got from the net.


Black Man Poem

When I born, I black,
When I grow up, I black,
When I go in sun, I black,
When I cold, I black,
When I scared, I black,
When I sick, I black,
And when I die, I still black.
You white folks....
When you born, you pink,
When you grow up, you white,
When you go in sun, you red,
When you cold, you blue,
When you scared, you yellow,
When you sick, you green,
When you bruised, you purple,
And when you die, you gray.
So who you calling colored folks???

night life.....

wen i say night life.. it does mean the late night parties, long drives and all.. but more than that.. it means being in office, half asleep, taking calls..waiting for the sun to rise to mark the end of the shift...

well that's been night life for the past two years.. your complete system is upside down.. which body doesn't get confused wen u drink water every fifteen minutes from night till morning.. and which tummy is gonna be normal wen u eat lemon rice and bisi bele bath at 1 am in the morning..??

working in night does change a lot of things... physically, mentally, socially... u r completely out of planet earth...
u work wen ur freinds are sleeping.. and u sleep wen ur friends are at work...
u are on call with some angry american wen everyone snores at home..
they call u all the fs and bs for getting a credit card with high interest rates..
and u mute the phone and call him badwords in all the indian languages u know...
wen he says his social security number and u sleep at this end of the line, u ask him to repeat it another three more times..
wen he gets angry at u for that.. u say it's a sensitive data and u need to verify it many times..
sometimes.. u say u r from india and they say wow.. "i love ghandiji..."
other times.. they ask if u r an indian and they say 'u stole our jobs...'
once my friend krishna opened a call..the nest thing he said was "no nooo..i'm the human krishna!!". hope u guessed wat the whiteman at the other end asked...
and sometimes you end up with spanish customers hu spiks olly essappannniioo...they need sumbdy spikin spannishh...
i once argued with a lady because she wants to speak to my supervisor.. the reason si she hears an echo over the phone...!!!
but most of them are sweet... may be they belive that we have the authority to grant or deny credit card application for which they call..
most of them are too sweet.. and so curious about wat time is it at this end of the world....

the last time caught in web....

the last time i was hopelessly wandering thru the tangled web was wen i was working with b2k corp and our mail volume was less. we had to somehow complete 8 hours online and so just spend the time chatting and doing experiments on the web..

now two years later.. i find myself in a similiar situation. i wonder if i ever sat at home for 2 hours awake while i was in bangalore.. the scorching sun keepms me away from exploring doha till it's 6pm.. after 6, it's the usual crusing around... it's been the same for the past three weeks.. 3 weeks in doha went like.. phew... and haven't found a job yet... well.. that's hmmm .. yeah my friends say it's gonna take more.. last day i called a friend in dubai.. he's gonna kuwait to renew his visit visa.. he's been hunting there in dubai for 3 months and ended up with none..

i never knew i existed ...

is n't it coool..? u feel like u wanna blog, type in ur email to sign up and find that u already have a blog..? and read those blogs u wrote 2 years backk..? well that's wat happened with me.. well one thing for sure.. i'm gonna take it serious now.. i mean the blogs..

well two years have passed since i wrote my last blog.. i'm in a different home, different country...

i love to write.. and i'm gonna prove it here y i love to write...