Writers block

Things are never same again. This time I am going to concentrate on my post sincerely. I was reading the interview of great author Jeffrey Archer, He said he never felt writers block. True for me as well, no I am not saying I am great, I just meant when I have something in my mind I can write continuously without a block. I wrote couple of stories and lost it in several unsaved documents in my laptops. Let me try at least this time to post one which is informative.

SEDLC – Software Engineer Development Life Cycle : Not too short story

Stat warning: All the characters in this story may resemble you, your manager or team lead. I don’t take any responsibility if your appraisal goes down if your manager read this thinking you might have told this to me. And well well, don’t think it is my story because I have posted all my stories related to my job hunt in “Yaadein Series”


Long long ago they invented a device called Computer, later it was asked to calculate sum of two numbers to a long lasting list including weather predictions to your girlfriend’s compatibility. Finding this interesting, different genre of people from Multi National Company CEO to my neighbour Paramu who owns a tea stall decided to purchase one for calculating their revenues to automating their production. Though Padmini, wife of Paramu keeps complaining that the intention of Mr Pappu is different, being their family matter I didn’t get involved in it.

Starting from Pappu who uses all latest pirated software to Bris Kaynes, Chairman of ABCDEF Corporation who uses all original ones, there started a huge requirements of software engineers who joined companies which produced those software’s. It was by then, land which was costing Rs. 100 shoot up to Rs. 100000 and common man living was made impossible.

Mr Lambo was from a mediocre family who had all these dreams to carry a heavy mobile in right hand with a laptop bag in left passed out from an engineering college. He declared himself as a software engineer and being in a lucky batch he didn’t get a campus placement. He fought in several walk-in interviews, ate as less as possible to save his pocket money, walked in sunny days sweating and bumping in crowded public transport and finally that day came which he got an offer from InPhysics Inc, an MNC based on US. Friends at home who were searching for job were not happy at all with the incident but as a compensation of this tragic incident they asked for a treat, and by this act they thought they can show at least 50% of their enmity towards Lambo. Hearing the word treat (1- 10 easy ways to identify a software engineer) he rose up. By stretching forward as to get blessing from the offer letter he took that and placed it safe in the suitcase.

On the way to home, it was a tragic session for all his friends Tommy,Jimmy and Sony. Lambo explained how big company is, how he got into the job and also few tips and advices on how to crack an interview. Jimmy who was little curious, started taking notes for future reference which made Lambo more enthusiastic and continued with his lecture. “Luck God” started showering pebbles on the way of Tommy and Sony but not for a long time, they spotted a restaurant. Convincing Lambo not to start with the great story of how he impressed the HR Aunty during the interview, they walked in.

As expected, Lambo took out his mobile (2 – 10 ways) and displayed it to the people around and kept it in the table. It was just a few minutes delay, the software engineer sleeping inside him woke up and started shouting (3-10 ways) at the waiter who delayed to start the service to them. Waiter still doesn’t seem to be bothered (As if he had seen enough) asked a sorry and made Mr. Lambo to sit and relax. Lambo started ordering everything and finally he got what he was scared off. Ofcourse the bill, He took his credit card which his father gave (4-10 ways) him and made the payment and also he gave tips of 10 great bucks. The waiter wants to return it back, but considering the importance of ten rupees in his pan and cigar life, he slides it inside his pocket.

Okie, Till now you have read How Lambo became a software engineer. But our objective here is to discuss about SEDLC (Well you might have heard of SDLC… stop visualing Agile, Waterfall and crap you are not working now).                                                                                                                              (..contd)

To all who were asking me

Many people asked me about our Parliamentarian Mr. Shashi Tharoor Sir's Comment in twitter, I have added my twitter page screen about the comments i recieved for the post on Middle Class India

Page From Twitter

Worries of a middle class Man

I am a regular taxpayer. Thirty percentage of my hard earned money is given to the government as it is. I am one among those middle class men who doesn’t have voice in their country. I cannot get bribe because I work for a private company which doesn’t just have ethics in paper but also practice it. Forget about ethics my company follows, even I cannot get bribe because software engineers can never be bribed. I am one among those unlucky who never fits into the so called privileged people and underprivileged people.


When the privileged has all power and money to enjoy the stardom of my country and get extra advantages, underprivileged don’t care about those. They face it as and when it comes but what about the growing insecurity in me? I am scared. I am anxious, flustered, scandalized even after being one among the main source of income for my country.

I cannot cheat my government by underplaying my revenue; I cannot sell spectrums to get a sum of money which has zeroes that I cannot count. I am scared about being me. I am afraid that my car should not hit others because I don’t belong to this state. I am paying road tax, I will soon be paying property tax, I am paying professional tax, I pay tolls but still I am an outsider. I don’t belong to this city. Autodriver who talked to me in English or hindi will turn out to be a localite who knows only the local language when he bumps me into trouble. I don’t have voting rights, I don’t have any means to talk to my corporator that my roads are in worst condition and the only car I have is getting damaged. He doesn’t care if I pay a huge sum to my service garage to fix my suspension.

I am scared to look at people who stare at me with red eyes, though gaining confidence I stare them back I feel insecure to gaze at them. I am scared to go around with my life partner after 10’o clock because I hear motor bikes revolving around me. I scared to look at the newspaper which always celebrates the fall of common man like me. I am among those who feel relaxed to know that none of my relatives are in the accident which was caused due to civic negligence. I spend good amount of time in traffic jams in roads of the country which ask me to pay VAT even for the food I eat.

I am in between the powerfull and who don’t care power. I am a common man, I am so called middle class man. I am bothered about the wrooming Audi’s and Mercedes thinking another tycoon goes on his way. He doesn’t have to care the traffic signals, police, rules, law. He parks his car below the no parking board; he pay a hundred to them if they catch him in a no entry area. I am helpless, I don’t say that I won’t follow law but I am too tired of the law breakers, who twist the law for their sake and I don’t have money or support if in case I break one.

I am a common man, who dreams big, who try big but never succeeds. I am one among those who tries hard to meet the both ends of life. I am one among those “Cattle Class” men, who wish my country’s GDP reach heights than my swiss accounts, one among those country men who wish my country to reach first, one among those patriots who feel proud to hear his national anthem played in a game or just in a movie hall.

I am scared about my future generation. Now they celebrate the day they lose their “v” but I am scared about my future gen who may update his/her facebook status about the anxiousness of the day getting near just before losing “V”. I am not a party animal; I don’t have money to spend for a glass of “sex on the beach” or “vodka with redbull” or even a pitcher of beer. But I wish to dance with my partner, but I am scared about my valet getting lighter after that.

My father is concerned about me getting late but I will have to be concerned about the state of my kid coming back every night. I will have to bother about the long calls of my kids than his/her growth. About the number of people he parties with because my valet is not heavy like them. I have to follow moral and cultural values which my parents taught me. No, it is not my intention to portray myself as Mr. Right, but I am one among those Mr. Wrong’s who trapped their lives with a tag of common man.

I am Indian, proud to be an Indian but I am one among those common man who wish to go onsite earn money and “Come Back”, but this come back is optional for many of them who gets used to the facilities of developed countries. I am not being backed up by any government. My father paid my school fee till 12th standard and after that though government seat I was forced to do my engineering paying forty nine thousand per year for the mistake of my father not belonging to some communities which had reservations. But government spend lakhs of rupees for training people in IIT’s and IIM’s and they boast to be placed abroad leaving a common tax payer like me in dilemma of his mistake to be born in this country. I don’t have people to call for a press conference and say my inability due to coalition or my inability to protest. I am a common man, born in this country to serve the country for ever but always being scared of my life, loved ones and property against the miscreants, against the powerful, against politicians, against police, against acquisitions…against everything which I can’t protest… Just a common middle Class Man

Why do I post in English?

Its actually a genuine question. Why do this guy blog in English. According to believable sources I make 45-55% grammatical mistakes. Well we software engineer bost that we dont have to work with Grammer and Phonetics. Its all the job of the teachers and smarties who work in BPO.

You know, who cares if I make a grammatical mistake in C-Sharp. Well do I have to use grammer while coding,
how about this
                      int iCameHome = 0;
Oops, this is perfect in C-Sharp, not in English. But now a days I mostly work with Documents, so I need to take care of it a little, but i think the Word suggestion will suffice the purpose.

I badly want to blog in malayalam, but what is stopping me from doing it is the pain behind typing it.

for eg: ഞാന്‍ നാട്ടില്‍ പോയി വന്നാല്‍ നിനക്ക് മാമ്പഴം കൊണ്ട് തരാം
To write this I atleast took 1 minute. and still i need to correct it often.
and next is ofcourse some of my friends understand only english.. for them as well.
Thanks for your support .. and forgot to mention "Happy Valentines Day"