2 My days with Akzo !!!

Sunday, August 16, 2015
In the end we always remember the beginning.
I vividly remember the day of my summer placement interview with the AkzoNobel’s representative at campus. She had a quick look on my CV, placed it aside, asked me in a comforting tone, “Tell me something you want me to know about you, that is not written here”.
“I can speak Tamil..Naan nalla Tamil pesuven”…
My words were out even before I realized it! Turned out that I was selected.

April 13, 2015

Seniors’ dose of gyan on dos and don’ts , the curiosity of meeting new people, anxiety  of expectations, potential questions and all such thoughts were swarming in my mind like a pack of bees gone haywire, while I was en-route AkzoNobel’s  Gurgaon Office. As my taxi moved on Delhi-Gurgaon highway, I could see the numerous skyscrapers rising from the earth. I wondered which wonderland I was wandering in. And then a left turn brought me to my destination- Buliding 5A, DLF Cybercity. As I entered the office on the twentieth floor, my eyes were wide open in delight, enjoying the sight of red, blue, green, violet, yellow, orange-playing vibrantly in different combinations on walls, glass doors, notice boards, cubicles, cafeteria…everywhere. The Dulux paints productline cans arranged aesthetically, greeted me.

Day 1 ended with knowledge sessions about the processes, businesses of the company. A loud silence ran through the room when the Head of HR, Mr. Gaurav Gupta, addressed twenty of us in a potent voice. His words penetrated deep inside me and I felt a strange happiness and bliss in being associated with Akzo. In the first week, I felt, I was no less than a CEO. I had driver to pick me up and drop at the guest house, comfortable room at guest house, hot-served meals and what not!

I was lucky to have been mentored by Mr. Shantanu Roy, a man with a wide experience across spectrum of industries. I could hardly find any blank cell in his outlook calendar. Despite heavily loaded schedule, he would stay back to listen to me patiently. It was really heartening when Mr. Shantanu and Mr. Atanu Dutta Chaudhary (Talent Acquisition Team) would ask for my opinions on important matters. Though, initially, it was a bit strenuous to catch hold of super busy people in office to gather insights, I realized patience is bitter but it bears sweet fruits. My first board room experience was classic when I was introduced to the entire brigade of HR by the Head of HR. And as if the chance to witness great minds making strategic decisions was not enough, he then asked me what my opinion was!


Initially I started reporting whatever minor progress I was able to visualize in my project (Design and development of tools for optimization of Talent Acquisition Process) to Shantanu and Atanu. After a week, with some imaginary structure, I could show something significant in an excel sheet, which grabbed their attention and mercury level of my motivation rose significantly. I started with one project and eventually the number of deliverables evolved to four. Owing to my Infosys experience and analytics course at SCMHRD, I could plan and visualize my deliverables systematically.

The fun side of my two month stint deserves a mention too, the frequent coffee, TT matches and the chole-kulche-lunch with co-interns. In the evenings, Shantanu offered me his snack Tiffin and I could never say no and would grab the box immediately! I would try hard to resist but the mere sight of homemade snacks would incite tides of saliva inside my mouth. Many more events made my journey worth remembering – environment-day-quiz, Town hall with Global CEO Ton Büchner and employee-of-the-month felicitation ceremony.

June 9th, 2015

Finally the D-day came. I donned my best blue shirt while presenting to the Head of HR. I realized, the fruits of hard work laid not just in the appreciation, but also in all that I had learnt. My insights were valued. I felt summer internship offered me a good chance to hone my skills and explore my varied career interests.

In the end, I would suggest future summer interns to treat internship as an opportunity to learn and network rather than a source of pre-placement opportunity, or else they will not have fun doing it. And who knows, at the end, an offer might come too!

0 THE Emotional Reunion

Friday, August 14, 2015
(Just found this piece of text that was penned long ago, hidden in some folder in my D drive)

2nd June, 2014   
1823 hours

Golgappe!!” Sam uttered. Just with the mention of the word, tides of saliva began to rise inside my mouth. Fifteen minutes earlier, I had blissfully accepted my friend Sam’s invitation to roam around ‘The United States Of Pimple’ (read Pimple Saudagar, Pimple Nilakh and PimpleGaurav). I wondered which wonderland I was wandering in.  I could see numerous skyscrapers rising from the earth. And I had never thought, one left turn on the road could bring me to ‘love of my life – THE GOLGAPPE’.

The booth hoarding read ‘Ganesha Special Panipuri’ . I was too ecstatic about the crispy little balls. My eyes were wide open in delight, enjoying the sight of the ‘bhaiya’ taking out panipuri, cracking open it, stuffing it with spicy mashed potatoes, tamarind chutney and finally adding a hint of mint. The small waves of the spicy water lashing against the walls of the container sent vibes of joy into me.
And then came the moment when I finally had my first ever ‘golgappa’ in Pune. Having been in Chennai for 2.5 years, I had missed the taste. It was an emotional reunion of Ashima and the heavenly ‘Golgappa’.
“Madam, Ek aur plate?”(Madam , One more plate needed??). The words penetrated deep into me and I just could not say NO.
I had had eighteen ‘Golgappe’ back to back and we disappeared in streets in search of some other shanty, as soon as Sam realized that people were staring at me as if I were some nincompoop Neanderthal from some barbaric civilization.


P.S. ‘Golgappe’ and ‘Panipuri’ are interchangeable terms. I am mentioning it because I don’t want MNS to stand against my this post and say I have erupted their version of Panipuri J


0 The Uncanny Thought

Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Am I the only one? Hope I am not!
I wonder if people belonging to my age group (especially ladies)…are also moved by an ‘uncanny thought’ whenever they browse through facebook.
I don’t know how do I say it…but It’s raining weddings: P Almost every week I see wedding pictures of at least two of my Facebook friends, in various kaleidoscopic combinations, hanging on their facebook walls. After a minute of curiosity about who is marrying whom, these pictures often trigger ‘the uncanny thought’ in my mind and that moment it seems like a huge black hole is expanding around me and I, in its center, am sinking down in it.

One part of my brain nods to the passing thought that says, “Marriage is still a distant destination, come on! You are still a kid”, the same moment the other part shouts, “Shut up, idiot, you must now start thinking of being center figure in pictures, such as these”. Whenever the thought crosses my mind, an air of uneasiness disturbs me…and this uneasiness has become my nagging companion ever since I heard my parents discussing about my marriage.

Having hit an age which my family, correction –my extended clan, thinks is appropriate to begin groom hunt, I am advancing closer to the stage what they call- ‘to be married’.  The signs have already started emerging with my relatives asking me about it. Having not found my ‘Prince Charles’ on my own, I have landed in a situation where my parents, relatives, family friends, sibling have decided to take it into their own hands to find me a perfect husband. Doesn’t it sound ‘uncanny’, in today’s world, to marry a total stranger? Many questions pop out of my imagination like dragons...and I silently battle them.

I noticed my Dad registering information when a family friend narrated the success story of finding a ‘good’ bride for his son from shaadi.com, an online matrimony portal. Now this really annoys me, I wish such a thing should be publicly declared an outlaw. In a culture like ours, where institution of marriage is believed to be a long term relationship, for life, we simply can’t experiment to choose the better half- to-be by a mouse click.  A few days back, I received a post on WhatsApp which talked about a matrimony portal named “IIM-IIT matrimony”. I understand it’s a convention in our society that intellectual level (or education level) of the two individuals should match, but isn’t it the height of nonsense to make it the sole criterion to marry. Some Uncles and Aunts  who have ventured into providing voluntary groom/bride finding services, really irk me.Heck ! I was talking to a friend about her wedding and prospective husband. She told the account of how they selected the ‘perfect groom’ for her. For a moment I thought, if they have started opening up outlets with prospective grooms/brides from different regions, different heights, different sectors of work, different languages & whatever!! Can you imagine someone asking you “Ma’am what kind of groom would you like to have. You can choose from our different packs supreme, deluxe, super-deluxe….whatever!!!.” Anyway, I concluded, though our friends & relatives mean good for us, it complicates things all the more.

It’s been ten years now, ever since I left my home for higher studies and career. I think, I have moved into a different social milieu from my parents, so it would be pretty difficult for them to find someone I would have independently chosen, but I have gotten tired of fighting the ‘dragons’(read uncanny thoughts), now.

I am neither a big fan of arranged marriage (for they are too loaded on guy’s side) nor love marriage (for my parents might not approve of the person because of something like caste, culture, home town…whatever).  Seeing the paucity of time, finding ‘Prince Charles’ on my own is a herculean and risky task as I am looking for a Mahatma-Gandhi-Profile, as my friends call it. If I apply a filter query on the database of men on earth(filters being nationality, education, religion, caste, culture, hometown, job, frequency of consuming alcohol, affinity for cigarettes,  nature, appearance, height, weight, family background…and what not!!), I will be left with a very little sample space to choose from(probably less than 0.05% of the database).  So I have given in to allowing them to start the groom hunt. It is really comforting that my parents are actually pretty nice about this, taking each other’s opinions as well as of friends and well-wishers and not to mention my own.

I must admit, mere imagination of life being turned upside down with the strangest kind of uncertainty, coerced me to delay the process of finding ‘the perfect husband’. But now, holding the dragons tied, seems very difficult. Marriage means change. It means new people, new life style, new patterns. For a girl who lives in this age it’d be all the more difficult. The change is inevitable but I wish it can be delayed or comes subtly.Well, ‘Hope’ is the hope I have, Hoping that my life will not change irreversibly, hoping that I will still follow my dreams, hoping to never stop being the daughter my parents know me to be, hoping that destiny takes serendipitous turn, hoping  clouds of uncertainties stop hovering.

Finally, amidst apprehension, uncertainty, fun of discussing unknown people's qualifications, fury of wasting time, I adjudge, marriage is a hard nut to crack. Society surely does blow up the things and make it all difficult to get along. So I have decided, Henceforth, I will smile hard on the so-called concerned uncles & aunties and also on my so-happily married friends and stay cool and of course will keep writing :)