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8 Years of Life In Excess

I am writing this blog post as a tribute to the organization that shaped my career for the past 8 years.

10.10.2010 is one of the most memorable days of my life, the day I joined INXS Technologies (now Market Simplified). I am extremely thankful to the people who believed in this sloppy novice and hired me into this wonderful organization. I was merely a fresher with just 4 months of work experience. No surprise that they still continue to inspire me regardless of their proximity.

Write up about me in my office website.

Write up about me on the old official website.

I began my career as a Trainee Developer, since then it has been an incredible journey so far. The initial days at the Alwarpet office is the most memorable of all. I was dearly treated like a kid as I was the youngest of the bunch. Smiley ball cricket, Samco dinners, Late night XBox gaming, beach visits and what not. Few even used to make fun that I spend more time in the pantry than my desk. With lots of fun, undoubtedly it was Life In Excess.

Do you think this would wake me up?

The next phase is when we moved to Ascendas IT park as Market Simplified. Professionally the best stage of my career. I got opportunities to work on various banking and capital markets projects. With amazing mentors and project managers, I gained a lot of exposure to technical and domain aspects. Few of the most memorable moments are ShipIT Days, a kind of Hackathon where we work for straight 24 hours to build useful products. The highlight was when I got an opportunity to change my career path. I moved from software development to business development as a research analyst. It was a steep learning curve for me and completely transformed my thought process.

ShipIt – Coding To Glory

It was not just the professional aspects the company was highly supportive of my out of office activities. Which includes my MBA, Running, Jagriti Yatra, Travelling and Trekking. All along this exciting path, I was lucky enough to be bestowed with good mentors and earned a lot of amazing friends for life. I am so grateful to this place for enriching my life a lot of positive things.

My Place At Work – Filled with toys

09.11.2018 (today) will be yet another milestone in my career as I am relieving form my job at Market Simplified to pursue other opportunities. Will be missing my dear friends, my desk, nap room and all other best the company got to offer. But, Life has to move on. Isn’t change the eternal constant?

I am proud to have worked for Market Simplified, and I am grateful for the time and patience the company has shown in molding me as what I am today. I wish Market Simplified all the very best for its future endeavors.

The End … of Life In Excess …

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The Golden Temple Saga – Trip To Remember – Amritsar, Delhi & Agra – Part 2

Don’t be surprised for publishing the post a little earlier than usual. Also, this post is predominantly just about one place and it’s totally worth it.

A short recap from the last blog post to bring you up to the speed. Inspired by the below song, I convinced 4 of my friends to travel along with me all the way to Amritsar. On our 2nd day of the journey, we visited the most famous Attari – Wagha Border between India and Pakistan. And, it was one remarkable experience.

By now, you all might have guessed the place. It’s none other than the Sri Harmandir Sahib, famously known as the Amritsar Golden Temple. From the local sources, we got to know that the Gurdwara is less crowded during the early hours of the dawn. Kavinnila  (a.k.a Kavin) and I were super excited and planned to start as early as 4 am. On the other hand, Shashi, Remya and Shalini was super tired after a crazy day, so they decided to opt out for some more rest and join us later.

As planned, we started a little later than 4 am. As our hostel was just in walking distance from the Gurdwara, we didn’t have any trouble reaching there. It’s a hard rule that men and women who enter the temple must cover their head by wearing a scarf or a turban. On our way to the temple, there was a respectable old man who offered me a headscarf and even tied it on my head. Later, he DEMANDED DONATION for the same. It’s quite unfortunate that there are people capitalizing situation like these. If you are visiting the temple, kindly don’t entertain such people. There are tons of head scarfs placed in bins just outside the Gurudwara for free.

One could get easily awestruck by the glittering structure against the background of the dark sky. And, I am no exception. Just before the main entrance, there is a place where you can safely deposit your footwear for free. A continuous stream of water flowing through the entrance cleanses your foot before entering the temple premise. OMG, I have never been to such a peaceful and calm religious place. I felt the tranquility of the place subdue my usual excitement. And, quite short of words in precisely expressing that feeling. The main temple sits in the middle of Amrit Sarowar (Pool of Nectar), a holy tank where devotees take bathe. We went around the Parikrama (Pathway surrounding the tank) clicking some pictures before joining the queue leading to the sanctum. I am not even exaggerating, the devotees here are the most self-disciplined ones I have ever seen. Firstly, there are no separate queues except the one dedicated for elderly and physically challenged people. Irrespective of their caste, creed, gender, social and economic status, the rest of the folks share the same queue. In spite of thousands of devotees waiting in the line for hours, we didn’t find even a single person trying to push others or trying to get ahead or even speak loudly. Probably, we are the only uncouth ones in the crowd who are incapable of zipping their mouth. You would be amazed to see that there isn’t anyone except just an elderly guard near the entrance of the sanctum to control the crowd. All the time spent in the queue I enjoyed the devotional songs with marvelous deep voices played there. To my surprise, while entering the sanctum, I spotted a group of musicians performing live. That’s some incredible stamina and serious devotion performing continuously without any drop in their energies. A few moments passed entirely lost in the charm and resonating music of the place. Again, the blissful experience is hard to explain with words. It’s two storied structure with its walls & ceiling filled with pleasing decorative artworks. The devotees quietly find a spot for themselves to sit, read their holy text and meditate. Again, there is no one to control or manage them. Further, we reached the terrace just to get lost in the breathtaking view from there. We were offered Karah Prasad, a sweet made of whole wheat flour, Ghee (clarified butter) and sugar on our way out of the sanctum.

The following are a few awesome pics clicked by Kavin.

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Sri Harmandir Sahib, Golden Temple – This Beauty

The Karah Prasad didn’t completely solve our hunger problems, so we headed straight searching for the Langar Hall.

Langar is the term used in Sikhism for the community kitchen in a Gurdwara where a free meal is served to all the visitors, without distinction of religion, caste, gender, economic status or ethnicity. – Wikipedia

So, no one returns from a Gurdwara hungry. Might be the effect watching umpteen number of documentaries on the Golden Temple Langar, it became a dream to have a meal there, cos it’s no ordinary Langar. Following are the amazing facts that make it more special[Source].

  • It’s the world’s largest community kitchen.
  • On an average, 1,00,000 meals are served every day, absolutely free of cost.
  • More than 90% of the workforce involved in preparing and serving the Langar are volunteers.
  • On an average, The kitchen consumes around 1800 kgs of pulses, 5000 kgs of wheat flour, 1400 kgs of rice and 700 liters of milk daily.

Just at the entrance of the hall, the volunteers handed us a plate, a spoon, and a bowl. After waiting amongst 1000s of devotees, we were allowed into a large dining hall with carpets laid in parallel rows to sit down and eat. With not much difficulty, we found ourselves a spot amidst a large crowd. Then, they served us, Roti (flat bread), Daal (lentils), Sabzi (vegetables) and Kheer (dessert). OMG, the food was not only yummy but felt soulful and wholesome. Once done eating, we handed our plates and cutleries to another set of volunteers stationed at the exit of the hall. It’s quite amazing that the Langar is run entirely out of donation from the Sikh community across the globe. Their philanthropical mindset and natural willingness to serve people is highly commendable. I came out of the Gurudwara with both my soul and stomach filled. I am never a religious person, but the vibes this place gave me is beyond any typical place of devotion. It was a long dream come true for me and definitely, a moment to remember for the rest of the lifetime. Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh.

A few meters walk from the Golden Temple took us to yet another significant landmark, not only in Amritsar but also in India’s struggle for independence. It’s Jallianwala Bagh where the sorrowful Amritsar massacre took place. On 13th April 1919, Reginald Dyer a British army Colonel ordered open fire at unarmed innocent civilians who gathered to celebrate the festival of Baisakhi which resulted in the infamous Jallianwala Bagh Massacre. Around 1000 died and 1500 injured in this Mishap. One could still see the bullet marks on the wall and the Martyrs’ Well where many jumped to save themselves from the shooting. The place also houses a small museum to provide more detailed info on the incident. This place reminded me of the sacrifice made by many that lead us to the path of freedom that we enjoy today.

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The Memorial

It was already past 1 pm when we got united with the rest of the gang after visiting the Jallianwala Bagh. We all were hungry by that time and unanimously decided to have lunch at a nearby Dhaba. There is no way we would miss the famous Amritsari Kulcha while being in Amritsar. The Dhaba served a yummy Kulcha with some Chickpea Curry and a sour chutney which I loved. From there we reached our hostel, freshened up, packed our bags and headed straight to the railway station to catch Amritsar – New Delhi Shatabdi Express that’s destined for Delhi.

Wait, the day didn’t end here. A couple of interesting things did happen. The first one was a sheer coincidence. We again shared the compartment with the same family that traveled with us from Delhi to Amritsar. The next one was a pleasant surprise. A Postcrossing friend Mr.Piyush came all the way to Ludhiana railway station to handover me some awesome postcards when our train halted there. The best part was, my phone was in silent mode and didn’t hear the ring when he called. The train just started moving when I returned his call. As the train was already in motion, he came running and handed me the envelope. That’s an extraordinary gesture to show towards a person whom he oddly knows. Thanks, Piyush. It means a lot to me.

Phew, That’s how yet another incredible day came to an end.

The next day had some serious twist and turns for us. But you got to wait until the next blog post in the series.

To Be Continued …

Trip To Remember – Amritsar, Delhi & Agra – Part 1

If you are curious about the reason, me penning down this post about a trip that I took nearly 6 months ago? No worries, I can completely answer it all in a couple of points.

  1. I am a master procrastinator.
  2. I love to get nostalgic.

There had been several inspirations behind my trips such as Friends, Food, Nature and Adventure. But, what if the main inspiration for this trip is a song from a movie that got released way back in 2006.

Yes, ever since I saw the movie Rang De Basanti, visiting Amritsar has become a dream. Unfortunately, my multiple plans to visit Amritsar never realized until this trip. Initially, I intended to travel solo. But, later chose to go with a bunch of friends. Isn’t more the merrier Firstly, let me introduce you the gang. Shashi, Remya, Kavinnila, Shalini and yours truly.

Day 1: 27th Mar 2018

As planned, all of us assembled in Chennai Airport to board our flight. As we were all a bit early, it was perfect to catch up over some food and coffee. Around 8 pm, we boarded the Indigo destined for Delhi. The flight wasn’t a long one, so we reached our destination Delhi by 12 am. We had to spend our night at the airport as our train to the next stop was scheduled to depart the next day morning. We killed most of the time conversing diverse topics over Momos, Tea and some occasional walk around the Airport. Finally, I felt a lot of excitement burst into me when the dawn broke.

 

Day 2: 28th Mar 2018

Early in the morning, we took a metro to the New Delhi Railway Station. From there, we boarded SWARNA SHATABDI around 7.30 am, our train to Amritsar. To my relief, they served us Tea and Breakfast on the train. We were expected to reach Amritsar by 1.40 pm, but the train got delayed and arrived around 3 pm only. That almost put us on the verge of spoiling the entire plan for the rest of our day.

You can call it all luck, and there is always someone for the rescue when in trouble. This time it’s an auto driver whom we hired to drop us at the hostel from the railway station. My bad, I even forgot his name. After hearing me stressed up and discussing options to reach our next destination on time, he came forward and offered to take us to Attari – Wagah Border and back at quite a nominal price. That’s so kind of him.

Yeah, you read it right. How come I come all the way to Amritsar and miss the beating retreat ceremony at Wagah border. Even watching it on TV or YouTube would give me goosebumps. Our initial plan was to go to the hostel, drop our bags and immediately start to Wagah. But, few of us prioritized taking a shower and getting freshened up. That pissed me off as we had a short window of time. Considering the usual crowd there, we had a high probability of denying entry.

Our Auto Anna drove awesome that day. He was swift on the road overtaking other vehicles. It was such a nail-biting moment. Finally, we reached the border entry almost on time. Shashi chose to stay back as he had a business call to take care. We ran to the security check area so that we could secure a spot. As the ques are different for men and the woman, I lost track of my friends. All my efforts to search and reach them went in vain. Even the calls didn’t connect due to no cellular network. Just hoping that they were safe, I continued to the stands to witness the ceremony. The following is the excerpt from Wikipedia about the ceremony.

The ceremony starts with a blustering parade by the soldiers from both sides and ends up in the perfectly coordinated lowering of the two nations’ flags. As the sun sets, the iron gates at the border are opened and the two flags are lowered simultaneously. The flags are folded and the ceremony ends with a retreat that involves a brusque handshake between soldiers from either side, followed by the closing of the gates again.

Amidst a large crowd, I somehow secured a spot at the bottom-most level of the stand. Continuous slogans such as “Jai Hind” & “Vande Mataram” and playing of patriotic songs made my blood rise and beam with patriotism and pride. One must be there to experience the intense energy around. Then started the actual ceremony and our Border Security Force put out a spectacular show. They marched with Pride, Patriotism, and Aggression. India would easily outrun Pakistan when it comes to cheering for their soldiers at the ceremony. While trying to click some pics, I got stamped in the crowd. Luckily a woman BFS officer came to my rescue and lifted me up. My sincere thanks to her. It was such an electrifying atmosphere. I am currently in the deficit of words in expressing the same. Finally, the ceremony got over with the flags lowered on both the sides and it’s unquestionably one of the experiences of the lifetime.

Then again I resumed my search for my friends. I had to move away from the border gates to gain some signal and contact my friends. Finally, after a few calls and text messages, we got united. Phew, what a relief to know that they were all safe. We were all super hungry as we skipped our lunch in a rush to get here on time. So we temporarily filled our stomach with some Aalo Tikki and Pani Poories.

Our Auto Anna was awesome. He stopped by a lush wheat field to click some pics. He even took us to a nice Dhaba that served yummy Rottis, Naans and Butter Chicken for dinner.

Post dinner, we were finally back to our hostel. All we wanted was to rest after quite a long day. As always life had a twist for us, but there was both good and bad in it. The bad part is, the dorms got double booked due to some software glitch and got allocated to the other foreign guests. Now the good part, We were provided dorms at a hostel quite near to the Golden Temple and got transported there free of cost too.

That’s how an awesome day came to an end.

I am concluding here, as our next place deserves a dedicated blog post.

To Be Continued …

Force Majeure

A wise person once said, “Do your duty as you see it, and damn the consequences”. So, writing this in spite of my wedding tomorrow (Yes, a dedicated post on it will be up shortly) as I feel obligated to do the same.

If you are someone who deals with business contracts a day in and day out, I am pretty sure the title makes sense to you. However, for the rest, the below must help.

Force Majeure literally means greater force. These clauses excuse a party from liability if some unforeseen event beyond the control of that party prevents it from performing its obligations.

Before I start, I just wanted to assure you that this post is definitely not about the Force Majeure contract clause and sub-clauses. It’s just a fancy title hook to make you read the post.

I am gonna try put forth my views through a hypothetical situation. Hope it helps.

Let’s consider that you had a long day and you are on your way back home, kinda late at night. En route, you see a bus got into a brutal accident. You witness the passengers were struggling to get out of it and the bus entirely flipped. As it’s late in the night, they are mostly on their own and striving to get out of it. What would you do?

  • Wouldn’t you run to help them?
  • Try to save lives?
  • Call the ambulance?
  • Try to get all the assistance you could?

OR

  • Would you be standing and investigating the root cause of the mishap?
  • Sit and debate if it was cos the passengers had the food that you wouldn’t approve
  • Discus if it was cos a female driver wanted to drive the bus which was usually driven by a male driver?
  • Obstruct others from helping by stating some laws?
  • Shamelessly portray that you are helping and stealing the credits of the genuine saviors?

The above is not any other hypothetical situation. You can very much relate to what’s happening in Kerala. And, it’s quite heart-wrenching to see what’s God’s own country is going through.

My very first trip out of Tamil Nadu (excluding yearly trips to Tirupathi) is to Munar, Azhapuzha & Thekadi in Kerala during my school days. I still treasure the pictures I clicked there using a film camera. Many others followed including the recent Vagamon, Wayanad and Cochin trips. I have always been awestruck by its astounding natural beauty, food, and culture. But now, it’s saddening to see it getting drowned in floods.

What’s most unfortunate is a few who are politicizing the situation by paining it with tints of religion and caste. It’s ok if you don’t want to lend a helping hand, but don’t stop others from doing so. We are a county with high human values. There have been instances where we had even helped the people of counties considered as our enemies in their hardships. My hope on humanity never dies, whatever the case is, it triumphs surpassing all boundaries. I can say that confidently having witnessed it loud and clear during the Chennai floods.

My contribution to the flood relief might be pretty small, but I don’t feel it’s insignificant. When tiny-tiny raindrops could collectively cause this terrible flood, in the same way, our tiny-tiny contributions will collectively help to bring the state back to normal. And, that’s what makes the tiniest of our efforts significant. Let’s pour in all the help we could.

Dear Kerala, not far are the days when we will visit you for some peace of mind and see happy faces around as usual.

Till then let’s Care la for our Kerala.

Essence Of Time

It’s already half past 9 in the eve and all I got is less than 3 hours to publish this post. My laziness, a busy month, procrastination and a lot could be blamed for writing this in the nick of the moment, as usual. However, my strict monthly target of at least one blog post per month and a hand full of readers who regularly read my blog is what that motivates me to keep on writing. Can’t thank you guys enough.

I almost hit the wall deciding on the topic for this blog post. What came to rescue is the topic that I was discussing with my fiance yesterday. Yeah, you read it right. I am currently engaged and getting married pretty soon. Wait for it guys, that episode deserves a separate blog post.  There is a reason why I had to mention her here and I really feel pity for that poor soul. Just for the mistake of making me wait for a couple of minutes, she had to painstakingly listen me talk about punctuality and integrity of the Japanese people for half an hour. In the ESSENCE OF TIME, I will keep this shot.

There is a general opinion that we Indians are quite insensitive about TIME, which I feel is true to an extent. I have this best buddy of mine, out of all the times we have met, only once he was on time and that lead me to a deep shock. I am really sorry da to pull you down here, didn’t have a choice. This doesn’t mean I am punctual all the time, but at least try to be on time. Worst case, I apologize when I am late.  It’s okay to be insensitive about your own time, it’s once own choice. But, where we fail the most when we fail to appreciate the time of others.

“Arriving late was a way of saying that your own time was more valuable than the time of the person who waited for you.”
-Karen Joy Fowler, The Jane Austen Book Club

I wish I could say the above is my all time favorite quote and all that. But, just copied from Goodreads site so that it suits the context.

Have you appreciated the friend who patiently listens to all your ranting whatever the time of the day it is, the friend who spends hours and days to get you an awesome gift  for your birthday just to make you feel happy, your parents who lost all their own time taking care of you and finally, that relative who takes finding mistakes and advising you as their lives mission. We fail to appreciate their sincere efforts and take them for granted, don’t we?. They are spending something invaluable on you. It’s only fair we return them time and undivided attention, cos that’s the only thing that’s at par that’s worth their efforts.

Thanks for taking your valuable time to read this post. Now it’s your turn to thank me for spending my precious time writing this to enlighten you all. Just Kidding. Peace.

Serendipity

Believe me, I don’t even know how to pronounce the title properly. Thought of using some fancy word in the title so that it would boost the readership of this post. But, later realized that it’s no longer a fancy word. #Overuse #TwistInTheTale

Serendipity
ˌsɛr(ə)nˈdɪpɪti/
noun
The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

Most of the people close to me are well aware that I collect postcards, even a bit obsessed with it. So far, I have collected 541 postcards from 90 countries and made a few awesome friends across the world. If you aren’t aware of the term Postcrossing, I highly recommend you to read my post “The Story Of The Random Postcards“. Don’t worry, if you are too lazy (like me) to open the link and read, the following must help.

Postcrossing is an online project that allows its members to send and receive postcards from all over the world. The project’s tagline is “send a postcard and receive a postcard back from a random person somewhere in the world!” Its members, also known as Postcrossers, send postcards to other members and receive postcards back from other random Postcrossers. Where the postcards come from is always a surprise. – Wikipedia

So by this time, you must have understood that most of the cards I receive are absolutely from totally RANDOM people. Random coincidences are some of the best kinda stories to narrate and brace for it, cos here comes one.

Two friends from The Netherlands Sanne and Kristen planned to write postcards together cos it would be so much fun. Yes, there are people like us in this era of Facebook and WhatsApp who think writing postcards is so much fun. Now, let’s come back to the story. So, Sanne & Kristen requested for an address together from the site. Guess what? To their surprise, they both got mine. Whenever an address is requested, a code is also generated along with it so that the recipient can register the postcard upon receiving the same. Guess what? even the Postcrossing code were consecutive numbers. Here comes the best part. They wrote, “We weren’t sure if Ravi is your first or the last name, so we decided to start differently”. As they were confused with my name, Kristen addressed me as “Dear Gokoulane” whereas Sanne addressed me as “Dear Ravi”. They even posted it together at the same place and time, so that I would receive it together. Thankfully it did.

As I love food, they have sent me yummy Dutch Snacks Postcards with awesome stamps.

So, Thank you, Sanne & Kristen.

The Land Of Trolls & Hypocrites

How about a quick itsy-bitsy blog post to meet this month’s target. Really can’t help my BUSY schedule and procrastination.

I wanted to write about this topic for a while. But, had to hold on until I complete my Sar Pass trek series. What inspired me to write this blog post is a series of comic styles cartoon titled “The Artist-Troll War” by one of my favorite artists Gavin Aung Than, the one behind Zen Pencils.

The Artist-Troll War 1: HATRED BREEDS HATRED
The Artist-Troll War Part 2: NEGATIVITY DESTROYS ALL
The Artist-Troll War 3: CREATORS > HATERS
The Artist-Troll War 4: GOOD ART TRIUMPHANT

The land I am talking about is not something not alien to us, in fact, it has become an indispensable part of most of our lives. Once it was quite greener. A great place to socialize and make new friends. A playground for new ideas. But now, as the title says, it has just become a land of trolls and hypocrites. As many of you might have guessed, I am talking about the SOCIAL MEDIA and its beloved NETIZENS.

Every day when I scroll down my social media feeds, what I see is people fighting in comments and tweets trying to force their opinion on others. Isn’t It used to be much more fun, peaceful and secular place? I wonder why we have become less tolerant? I sight scavengers who paint everything out there with the shaded of politics, race, caste & religion, and shamelessly feed on it for their personal gain. I really pity the guys who invested their passion, time and talent to build such platform. They might want our data and mint money on it, but definitely not this.

I really appreciate constructive feedback, but trolling other works just for the sake of getting attention is totally unfair. As one of my friend mentioned in his status, we must be mature and learn to see art as a distinct entity from the artist who creates it. Trolling and personally attacking a person for their work is just unjust. If you like someone’s work, do appreciate them. As Kevin Smith once said, “It costs nothing to encourage an artist, and the potential benefits are staggering. A pat on the back to an artist now could one day result in your favorite film, or the cartoon you love to get stoned watching or the song that saves your life. Discourage an artist, you get absolutely nothing in return“. But, it’s absolutely ok to dislike one’s work or even feel that it’s below par. In that case, better leave them undisturbed. Either they find their own set of audiences or later realize it’s not for them. Trolling them gets you nothing.

Do you know what makes me laugh even more than the hilarious memes? The long, well-drafted statuses of the hypocrites. It’s fun to be a spectator, that too when you know the person well in reality. It’s good to share things on social media, but I don’t think, to do things just for the sake of the status is any good. BTW, whom am I to judge. I just fear that people have lost their originality when it comes to social media. Whether we admit it or not, we all have become moral hypocrites. It’s just the degree of hypocrisy that varies.

I got nothing to conclude. Just reflecting my thoughts with a far-fetched hope that social media would be a sane place to socialize, share information and productively discuss actual problems.

Itsy-bitsy? Who am I Kidding?