The Interview

The Interview, Weekend Projects
Business agreement handshake at coffee shop

Business agreement handshake at coffee shop

How do you see yourself in the next 5 years?, I asked

I see myself as an Architect, she replied.

She was tall, young, confident with a slight lisp, but detailed to the extent of a scientist. She was reverse engineering for the report we had presented to her and come up with a high level abstraction for our system. She stared at the drawing board wrote her goal and started drawing backwards.

As she was rationalizing her decisions, I was drifted away to the time when my father would help me solve my mathematical problems.

I was good in mathematics, but if I was unable to answer the first few of his questions, he would quickly move to the previous chapter and then another and then a few more. If I was unable to answer his questions on problems presented in the first chapter, he would move back to the previous grade and this went on until we hit rock bottom. He would then help me solve one problem at a time until we reached our goal.

I hated when he did that, but I never forgot that a firm foundation is the basis of growth in any field.

Are you happy with your design?

Yes, she answered.

Is there any room for improvement?

Perhaps I can do “X”

Do you think “X” will help?

It might not be significant, but then I can couple it with “Y”

The spark of interest had lit up her eyes and she wanted more and more. She was not just rationalizing, but had started questioning her decisions from the interviewer’s perspective. The room was filled with wild energy. Oblivious to the nature of the systems we are handling, she was solving real life problem faced by our team. She was presenting a perspective which we had missed and we were driven by her innocence and passion to solve it with grace.

And the interview went on.

Would you like to work here? I asked

Absolutely, yes!

There was no one in the room who would have thought otherwise.




Guests, Weekend Projects

IMG_0106Approximately 50, yes, this is quite close to the number of first cousins I have. My paternal and maternal grandparents had 10 kids each. An average of two kids per family brings us to 40 and another 10, considering half of them have three kids, to a total of 50. Around 15 of us can get together at any family event especially weddings.

These days 15 guests is considered a sizeable gathering. Often I wonder, what was different back in my parent’s generation? Weren’t the ladies of the house overwhelmed when so many guests arrived? How did they manage? What was their secret? Weren’t then people demanding or finicky about food, health, cleanliness and other pleasures?

“Simple Lifestyle” my mother would say with great conviction. There was enough food to feed a guest or two anytime and left over was fed to the street dogs. Food was cooked on low flame for the entire day. It was so delicious that you could eat your fingers, but only one dish was served.

Guests were treated as family. There was no rule to bring expensive wine or wear a fancy dress. Nor was there any deadline for the guests to leave. If there was a wedding in the family the guests would stay for weeks. There was so much love.

What about kids? Were they all so well behaved? Of course not, we had our share of little monsters too. There was always  mango or lemon pickle to strike a deal and on some occasions Malai (cream of fresh milk) and jaggery would do the trick.

I am a bit nervous when it comes to cooking. I can cook a decent meal on a weekend, but barely have the strength to follow the routine all five days of the week. I choose to freeze my food instead. If I am unwell or don’t feel like cooking I eat at the KOPITIAM.

KOPITIAM—a traditional coffee shop for meals and beverages. You can find one every 500 meters in Singapore. Each KOPITIAM showcases a range of food stalls and beverages. I can eat there anytime. I love to bring my guests there too. It has more choices than I can cook and the colorful pyramids of ice desserts can handle any mercurial temperament. It’s convenient, cheap and I have more face time with my guests.

Perhaps, I can start small and invite someone who wouldn’t mind my cooking, even if I fail. How hard could that be? And I will tear this veil of fear forever.

Were you always good at cooking? How many guests did you invite when you cooked the first time? Was the food enough to feed all? Were they family, friends or strangers? Have you ever dreaded a huge gathering? How did you conquer your fears?

Project Calendar

Weekend Projects

pexels-photo-273011The month of December brings in the cheer of the holidays and the craze to buy next year calendar. Often times I have researched the web for several prints ranging from flora to fauna, wildlife to pets, anime to supermodels, yet the simplicity of plain calendar with 2×2 inch square boxes for each date of the month and sufficient space to scribble the tasks lands on my bedroom wall.

This year I have decided to challenge myself to do more than just paste the vanilla version of the calendar. I want to brighten up the white wall with happy colors. Perhaps paint some cartoon characters along each month or paint some flowers or use trinkets and photographs from memorabilia. It must be fun to use the glue gun after all these years.

Project Calendar.

I need a plan to get it all up and ready by January. I can bear with a bit of delay, but not too much, to land in February. So I marked January 15th to be the target day. Three weeks came as a relief and manageable timeline. Next, a list. List of all the things I need up on that wall and sufficient supplies to hold them together. Glue, tapes, charts, scissors, cutters, crayons, glitters and polystyrene. That should be sufficient I thought. But, what about all the pictures I might want to add? This was harder than I had imagined.

A couple of years ago I had painted a giant tree and its leaves represented months of the calendar. I had thrown in some colored leaves to capture my vacation memories. Perhaps a simple theme with possibility of extension would be a great idea.

For this year I could paint a bouquet of flowers, basket of fruits, milky way galaxy, dragon boat, book shelf or maybe arrange different colored origami sheets to create a new pattern. Voila! Origami sheets! I loved the idea. It was simple, colorful and elegant. Moreover, I could learn a bit of origami and paste it along the way. I added origami sheets to my list.

I had the theme in place, the list of supplies, location and contact details of stationery shops and the target date. It was time to set the Budget aside. Origami sheets might not come cheap, but colored charts and gift wrapping paper might be. I added them to my list.

One week from now I set the date in my calendar to check out stationery shops, purchase the supplies and note down the price of Origami sheets. Two weeks from now I set the date to purchase origami sheets and print out the vanilla calendar. It will be a new year around that time and I will have ample of time to arrange and come up with a pattern for my wall.

Yes! The plan is ready!

Although I will complete my project in three weeks from now, I am convinced that the mere initiation and planning has filled me with joy. And I am planning to be patient and extract as much happiness as possible from every exercise I execute in the upcoming weeks.

I am wondering if some of you also engage in such projects. Do you?

When a mundane journey became pleasurable

Journey, Weekend Projects

It’s nearly Christmas and most of my colleagues are clearing leaves. Some of them are flying overseas to celebrate Christmas while others will return after the New Year. Perhaps the very reason you can find buses, trains, malls, parks, tourist attractions enjoyable and of course breathable.


I was running late today and barely managed to slide through the closing glass doors of the train to catch the 8:00 am train to work. Elated to beat the urban metro subway system with my swift movement, I was also lucky to find an empty reserved seat. Reserved seating is meant for those in need such as pregnant women, parents carrying infants, handicapped or senior citizens. Since I did not see anyone in my cabin, I took the seat.

I placed my gym bag on the floor, my purse on the lap, took out my hand phone and began reciting my daily prayers. I savor this routine to thank the almighty for yet another day. But today was special, I had a seat. The cool breeze of the aircon and warmth of the purse made my eyelids turn heavier by the minute. I finally surrendered to this coziness and decided to take a few minutes nap.

Although aware of my responsibility to offer my seat to those in greater need, I was guilty of wishing for an undisturbed nap. In a few minutes the train halted at the next stop. I was surrounded by adults, healthy adults. Pleased for my wish was granted, I let my head fall on the glass panel beside the reserved seat and closed my eyes.

It was quiet today, very quiet and even the noise of announcements at each station appeared feeble. My stop was another 30 mins away. It was both a relief and cause of worry. I could rest for 30 minutes and wake up energized or fall into deep sleep, miss my stop and loop back to the starting point an hour later. I needed an alarm or wake up call or exit strategy.

I didn’t want to open my eyes to set the alarm and neither did I like the approach to request a passenger to wake me up. I had to find another brilliant idea that addresses both my concerns. First to sleep for 30 minutes and second to not miss my stop. Keeping track of stations was not easy, but major junctions was not difficult either. Just before my stop the train would halt at one of the major junctions. It is here that I must wake up. It is here that 90% of the passengers get off.

The chill, yes! I will experience a chill when people get off. The signal would be hard to miss. I chuckled at the thought as I continued to enjoy the pleasure of the reserved seat.

If you had memorable experiences while commuting, do share.