Jaundice : A transformation in disguise

The 22nd of December has indeed been a memorable day in my life.Switching to a new profession never felt so good.Thus began the journey of Tech writing, a field less explored challenging yet promising.

I was mapped to work right from day 1 and I never felt bad about it.The team made me feel at ease and I got enough time to explore new ideas,new tools ,new concepts and the art of professional tech writing.

Six months passed marking an end to the probation period. A major release for a telecom giant gave me immense knowledge about the core concept of being a writer.

It was a smooth ride till now,until the bumpy road came by.A minor fever , some irregular food habits and a drug overdose took a toll on my liver.I was affected by Infective Hepatitis so called Jaundice.

Four days of vomiting ,nausea ,the yellow tinge on the eyes and the skin marked the beginning of a life threatening disease.

I had no idea about this ailment.The first thing that flashed in my mind was my friend's face.

Yes indeed my friend Reet Raj Sai ,from the first days of engineering.

Unlucky was he that the disease took a toll on him and he passed away at a mere age of 19.
With his face flashing in my memory, and recurring bouts of vomiting ,I returned home frightened ,hoping to get relief in my safe den.

Four weeks of restricted diet ,liver protection tonics ,repeated blood tests and regular doctor consultation marked the order of my day.It was the fourth week at home that the doctor gave me a green signal giving me hope that I could return to work and eat like a normal person.

After undergoing such miseries I lost my momentum I had been carrying so long.It was a major setback in my career ,but it dint deter my spirit.

It was during this difficult phase when I realized I was so loved ,that there was so much compassion for me in everyone's heart and that I was never alone in this world.

Who knows ! Maybe this marked the beginning of a transformation less thought of ... 

The Transition

I would normally be calling myself a nocturnal animal but not any more.Life has given a wild twist and I am starting to love so.Till the end of 2014 I used to work in shifts with added responsibilities.
There came a wave of change !

I was always interested in the field of writing, owing to which I came to know about Technical Writing.After having undergone the course for 3 months, I was very sure that I would be carving my career in this particular field.

The opportunity came in the last week of November.I applied , passed the tests and after all forms of screening there ?I stood, I was finally a Technical Writer.

God did listen to my prayers.I was not the nocturnal animal any-more. I.I felt blessed and the new organisation gave me ample support and some wonderful colleagues.

Though I would miss my first job and the wonderful friends there, but this transition was indeed the most happening moments of my life.

I feel blessed , seeing the smiles on the faces of my family and my loved ones on this achievement.

With all passion and endeavour for writing, I shall make sure I achieve all success in my new role as a Technical Writer.

We are like this only : Seven Indian isms every writer should avoid

Indian English is the group of English dialects spoken primarily in the Indian Sub Continent .

The number of people speaking fluent english comes down to a bare minimum whereas most of the English that Indians speak is regionally inherited .

India is a country where people speak 780 languages , 220 lost in the last 50 years .

But during the British colonial rule , English was thrust into the Indian blood and hence it was slowly and steadily accepted as the first language .

In a country where, 'variety is the spice of Life' and where culture and Traditions are so deeply encrusted  ,making English come to the forefront is really a big task to achieve.

Though the British inculcated English in us , but it didn't evolve into its full form.

There came the birth of Indian ism , which in other words can be referred to as the direct translation of Indian Language to English.

Though it was regional by birth but it managed to capture a place in the 
International books thus making it one of the recognized dialects of English .

These are so thoroughly entrenched in our language both written and oral that we have accepted them as part of our normal vocabulary.

Here i Share some of the popular twists to the language which are hard to miss and do cause errors when we use them at a professional level.

1) Your Good name please :It is the direct translation of the Hindi form " Aap ka shubh Naam kya hai " , Shubh meaning "good" . This sentence is used in a way as if there is also some evil before our name as well .

2) Okay : The translation for the hindi line: Theek hai " . This line is used after every sentence as if we need to ensure that the person we are speaking with understands everything we are telling them without any miss.

3) Challan : "Receipt" : Receipt for Goods, Medical Receipt. This word is used without any hesitance whatsoever even at professional levels .

4) Only : "I am here only " , "The Table is there only " . This sentence is used in a way as if we dont wanna make a sentence feel lonely. 

5) The backside Entrance: meaning the rear side of a building . Here  backside is used in a way as if the building has buttocks as well .

6) Xerox: The Indian Synonym for " Photocopy " . Since the xerox machine is used to get a duplicate of some content we are bound to use "xerox" in place of "photocopy" .

7) Cent Percent: Meaning 100 % . She received cent percent marks in the Exam .

The list is endless and there are many other words that are the proud inventions by Indians and even the famous Oxford Dictionary, doesn't fail to recognize them .

Indian-ism is fun but if you are a professional writer , it can make you look foolish when you project your work in front of an international audience.

The Nocturnal Animal

Getting a B Tech degree has always been a passion for most Indian teenagers.

I was no less.

I remember having the ambition of becoming a computer engineer while I was a child,

even though I never knew the minimals of "How to use a computer".

Though I had completed my matriculation but usage of computers was always a distant dream for me until the end of 11th standard.

That's when my sister enrolled for her MBA and I got the opportunity to get hands on experience of using a Laptop.

My happiness knew no bounds and the laptop came as a boon for me.

I started experimenting on the basic applications of a computer.

I dint fear messing up the C drive that time because I knew it could always be Reimaged.

The toolbar ,taskbar, Right click, left click and the browser became my weapons to explore the jungle of computers.

Viruses, spam emails and other third party applications were always welcome to my PC.

My exploration knew no bounds and in matter of few months I was up and running with computer technology.

There came a twist in my life where owing to my low rank I couldn't get computer science in one of the good colleges of my hometown.

That was a point where I had to give up computer science.

The ongoing recession also barred me from taking up a career with the computers.

In the advice of a bosom friend and with little extra determination I took up " Electrical Technology .

I was advised that it would be the toughest branches to tackle but I was all the more determined taking up a career with electrical and electronics.

After a lazy and sick beginning ,my graduation came to a smooth end.

All papers were cleared and I was one of the happy guys who din't have a backlog after my graduations.

During the campus placements I got absorbed as a Technical Support Engineer.

The company was great and even though I knew there would be night shifts involved but 

my will was stronger than any other obstacle.

Being marred by measles during my B Tech I was all the more conscious joining as a support engineer.

The first day of office was calm and cool.

The management was helpful ,I found great colleagues.

The first shocker of being a support Engineer came in the first day itself.

The training program of 2 months was scheduled from morning 5 am to 2 pm.

Getting up at 3 am in the morning was something which was never done by my grandfather as well.

But that is the rule of nature.

You gotta have twists and turns in life the make the most out of it.

Training was a complete new experience.

Getting to learn the titbits of computers and learning how to troubleshoot software and hardware glitches was a rich experience.

I was absorbed to the process of Shared Desk.

We had to handle 3 clients all together

The process training was pretty handy but the beginning was nervous.

Shaky hands , stammering while speaking, and improper documentation was the beginning if taking calls.

With great inputs from L2 expert team and with ample support from fellow mates,the process if "Henkel was greatly absorbed.

The torture of night shifts began once again as we became a month older in the process.

Reaching office at evening 6 was the beginning; coupled with having dinner at 4 am were the weird scenarios of a Services based company.

As days passed timings got changed big time.

Being at office all night had become a common experience.

Attending back to back call,emails and assigned tickets became the order if the day.

Multitasking was at its peak.

Well folks I still am a support engineer.

I am stuck in the web of irate customer s and facing weird issues over phone.

Though I am still not proud,even the experience had been rich.

But in due course the pain undergone as a BPO guy is always gonna reap unexpected benefits.

Thus is me.

The Nocturnal human.

:)

The Beautiful Soul

As I look up at the Sky


I See a Dream Pass by


An Angel Fills my thoughts,


Brings back the beauty of my soul.


I Start remembering those golden days,


And wish they could come back again.


For in my heart it is just you


who can stay forever,


For you are my life and the purpose of my Living !

In CrossRoads

Just when you feel that you are all out of dilemma and into your journey towards peace and contentment, life puts you into crossroads. All say it’s always GOD which shows you the way and directs you towards life and its whereabouts..And it is only he who shows you the true path.But alas its always in us to find out that very light which would be out, escorting us through the toughest of odyssey which life puts us into..But then we always fail to recognize it, until we have already gone into our way which is not for us. It’s true that even though we have moved ahead in the forbidden path, yet GOD always will be beside us to put us back into the true path. But then, Until we realize our mistakes life takes its toll out of it. Oh GOD!why don't you come down to make us know our true and right path and help us reach our destiny without committing such mistakes which make you feel guilty and keep you restless throughout?? Why can't things happen in such a way that neither do we make our parents unhappy nor do we make ourselves the slave of our desire.Why do we always have to stand in the crossroads of DUTY, RESPONSIBILTY and our very own DESIRE??..Choosing one forces us to abandon the other. Alas we all know that our duties come far ahead than our desires..Why doesn’t GOD then permit us to not to break someone’s heart and yet do our duties right? Why don't we accept life as it comes and yet be satisfied with the ROAD thus chosen and the ROAD thus forbidden?? 
:( Its BIZARRE..!! But Alas we need to choose, its only we that needs to understand and look for the duty which is our priority and thus.Even though life is ultimate conjure of happiness and sorrow, of DUTY AND HAPPINESS...we have to choose the one which adorns all and satisfies all, No matter how much one is in CROSSROADS.

SEARCH

Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
When the moon plays with the stars above,
When the violets whisper to the moss beside,
When the winds listen to the voice of trees,
When the stream talks to the listening rocks,
Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
You find me not.

    But then look into your lonely heart,
    You will find me singing a soft song,
     Whispering in the language of silence
      I will hold you with the hands of the breeze
      light up your night with the bright starlight
For I am that little voice in your heart.
I am lit by the warmth of your love,
I am sweetened by the sweetness of your sleep,
I am softened by your warm kisses,
I am scented by the perfume of your touch,
I laugh when happiness envelopes you
I whisper to you in solitude

But when grief comes with its warriors,
I am the raging storm that drives it away.


Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
When the moon plays with the stars above,
When the violets whisper to the moss beside,
When the winds listen to the voice of trees,
When the stream talks to the listening rocks,
Every dark lonely night when you search for me,

You find that i walk step in step with you
For I am none but your soul.
You looked for me all around ut I was always within you.
I am the air you breath in,
I am the blood in your veins,
I am the beating of your heart,
I am one with you.

And when you realize this,
Every dark lonely night when you search for me,
Your Search Ends...