Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2015

I can say, I do not know...

While at work......

2009 marked the beginning of an era where-in I had to attend this call at least biweekly..
The Quality Call or the QC.....that occurs every day and I had to dial in to it if any of my supported products had an issue.
Everyone on the call used to be bombarded with appropriate and relevant technical questions that always started with ...
when did this..?
how did it.. ?
how long it ..?
why it had to..?
what caused.. ?
what was done..?
what time this was... ?
when can you...?
what impact.. ?
who owns this.. ?
and many more...

Even with 5 years’ experience tag on my shoulders – I was kind of nervous to attend this call...
This was a tough time where 6pm evenings used to be scary time...
I attended many of it – but still a small nervousness always used to creep in....
During these calls....many times I responded not knowing what I had to say exactly and at times relied on others on the call to answer it for me..
This pattern continued...for we were having a busy support time on most of our products... most often had late night SWAT calls, later action review meetings, root cause identification... bug fixes... all that sums up the activities of end to end support..

But yes, there had to be a trigger to end this scary crow episode...
Until then... one fine evening....in one of the teleconference meeting with my Big-Boss Steve ..... (his office is in US.. so we used to have one call with him monthly)
He popped out this question from nowhere....I guess...
“Shruthi - I had to ask you this .... how ok are you attending Quality calls ? Are you ok being there? Is it pretty late for you to attend ? any trouble you have or do you go to it with fear? If you are not ok – just let know”

I was surprised as that was out of context.... but yeah... I was glad he asked that...while somewhere back of my mind I had it running – how did you find out that I am afraid to attend the call?
My reply to him was an indirect or may not be the right one... I was not ready to admit that I was starting to dislike the calls... coz of my unsaid fear...
“hmm...it’s ok... Steve, I don’t have any problems to attend...hmmm.... It’s that......hmm..... sometimes I don’t have answers to tell them when they ask.. ..and huh..sometimes it’s too early to investigate and put across the right answers before the call.... so I kind of find it difficult at times ...”

The long pause between words was enough for him or for the matter anyone to understand I was running in a mode called QC fear ..... the fear of putting across the wrong things to senior technical people on the call... the distress of answering to those questions which I can’t even make out what it meant...an unsaid shame of going wrong in a call when a hundred ears are listening to only you..

Steve’s response was not exactly the same as below.. but it came to me like a bulls eye shot....
“That is ok , it always happens, you don’t need to have all answers with you... Whoever may be asking, whatever it is – just tell them straight – ‘I don’t know... I do not have an answer to this one’. You can always tell them to follow up with you later.. You don’t have to be scared of anyone– they ask questions because that is their job to do so...and you are doing a wonderful job.... I can ask your manager to attend it. You don’t need to stay back evenings all the time for the QC.”

“Ok. Steve. Ok... Thank you..” My response to him was short... I was not quite sure what more I wanted to say..
....and the meeting continued with other topics...


By the time I came back from the meeting room to my desk – that alien feeling with the QC had gone off...
I was not feeling any fear...it was like I was all ready for a thousand calls..
I repeated his words in my mind.....
With the blue marker I wrote it on my desk...“I can say, I do not know”
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Many people around you ....inspire.. encourage....motivates and drives you...your family ,besties ...your hero figures....
.... but very few can reach to the unknown darker or deeper side of you... they just fly in and move those big rocks that was stopping you from doing things....


By a word... or a deed or a small gesture they help us in ways we never thought of...
And true that things like this may be happening to me daily... or may be with every one of us...
We normally don’t notice these things that others does for us ...
Many unsaid ‘Thank you’ s always remain in our life....

P.S. :
Dedicating this post to Steve....
A small sign to show how much of positives he has brought to my life... Thank you!!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Moments with you are forever!!

The last weekend – was filled with her thoughts only...
It’s a sad and shocking news to me...thoughts of that this should not have happened to her...
Everyone who knew her for sure will be having their heart broken...

I met her only once.. at the Grand Velas, Mexico – where we celebrated our GXS President’s club award...
Our friendship journey began since only then...
We shared about our relations.... talked like we knew each other for years.. about Bill...
... her daughter Katherine...how much she was preparing for the big day of her little girl..
We talked about our days in GXS , the difference of 0 from 3 to 30... sharing our laughter..
We both loved that trip so much, we used to talk over it again and again..
When our relation grew over Facebook – it was a magical love I was being showered to....
In every word of hers were a smile inside......it’s like happiness is in her all the time..
I remember the long chat we had last time – where we planned her next visit to India ...
and the promise I made to take her...those places she wanted to...
Now all those conversations are just sweet memories...for me...

I was checking those FB walls posts, photos, messages and thinking again and again about her...
I can never write the best words of tribute to Lisa, she was much more than that..
She was such a beautiful lady , an amazing human being...
Now that she is no longer with any of us.. my prayers go out to Lisa that her soul rest in peace..
Prayers to Bill and Katherine...that they get through these hard times of their life...
May God give strength for all of us to deal with this loss...


A sum of the moments I shared with her... in this snap...
Can never forget her....can never forget her love...
can never forget those wonderful moments we had together...
.... she is always alive in me....with the love she spread just by her smiles..
I am missing her , would miss her, keeping those wonderful memories always...

Moments with you...my dear...Lisa N Farwell are forever...!!
I am sure for most of us who knew her – it’s like that – forever..!!




In Memory of...
Mrs. Lisa Northcutt Farwell
April 4, 1962 - August 21, 2014

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

More than words

There would be no need of a picture if I could say it in words...
There would be no portrait of landscape if I could describe its beauty...
There would be no reason to paint if I could express in words...
There would be no reason to sculpt if I could read the letters...

When language and words are not enough - I get help from the pictures..
It’s so true that pictures speaks more than a thousand words...
I have used it several times – to speak out what I really want...

Last weekend when I met my friends.. I got gifted with a sign of love...
It was a handmade quill art – a sign of my football passion...
I busted into tears when she handed over me a gift...

When I cried , may be it came as a surprise to many...many never saw me cry..I guess...
It didn’t matter to me – that I was crying in front of all others...or if someone was looking at me..
It didn’t matter to me what she had done with her art ... it was the feel of being special..
I have never expressed to her - how much her friendship meant to me ..
Those special days in school and being a family she was more than a friend...
I would have never known what she still feel for me – if she had said it in words...
This frame of love – spoke to me that moment – I had missed her for years...



When all the years passed away – in not being with you...
When all time went on – in not being in touch with you...
I regretted all those moments of my life...when u needed me
My tears just took the way out to express that I missed you...

You just didn’t gift me a piece of frame of my passion..
But yes – it’s a gift of your time, your efforts, your skill, your sleepless nights...
A gift of your love.. I love you my dear...I love our relation...
I wish I had the best picture or frame to express it the way you did..!!


Saturday, May 25, 2013

12 years of an unbroken promise...!!


Every gesture you showed me was all the time filled with love...
Now I mourn to find words that can say how much I miss you!!!
It's being a week now that you left us.....trying hard...but....
But there is no way out...somewhere deep I miss you so much..

With all the love you once pounced on me – and since then there was never looking back..
Love me once, and I will love you forever…and that love is never going to die off.
Every day you taught me how true love can be kept as an unbroken promise..
There was never a day to doubt if u loved me less, you never gave a chance to do so.

The need of touch and cuddles that are part of your love.. revealed the fun side...
You were more than a guardian angel to me..for my home..all day and night...
I don’t know how many time you have forgiven me – for all the mistakes I did..
I don’t know how many times you showed patience – when I was the intolerant..
Losing you is accepting that those moments are going to be in memories..
Hoping you forgive me one last time if I didn’t love the way you deserved..

Twelve years of a gift - bounded with utmost trust and unconditional love....
Blessed to have you in my life and family..would miss you all my life..:-(

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

For my love… For my dear…


Remembering our good old days….
Fun days at School, Plus two, NSS days,
Our great lifetime Gujarat trip...

Bunking classes...Kavitha theatre...
Baby beach…Sajani’s house out...
Vasuettan pazhampori...18 number bus..
Our coaching classes in tcr...
Train journeys…bus seats one on lap top…
My night stays at Domlur..
Outing in restaurants...
Roaming and window shopping...
Shopping until the night is dark...
Grabbing and hogging food like crazy..
Watching Gandhi class movies like old times..
Little Italy and celebrations...
Those seashell Biriyani and the bottles we collected..
Typical girly talks when there is a threesome...
Searching lost things in room...


Fame aerobics every day...salsa dance and crussover…:-)
Gossiping about all the other things in the world..
Watching those meaningless serials on TV..
The endless list of memories I hold with you..
Beyond words it is...and I don’t need to express this...
For I am so lucky you can hear my silence....!!!

No matter how much old you are ...no worry...just come to me...
I am there to lie to you - “hey...you look beautiful today”

Friday, January 7, 2011

My Teacher...

I stepped out of my home with fear and tear,
For I wouldn't want to leave the holding hand.
When the bill rings and I take my seat in class
I am happy that you are there for my care.

You taught me how to learn and play together
You showed me light, colours and rainbows.
Be it numbers, words, figures, circles or angles.
You made them all appear interesting to me.

You nurtured in me confidence to live and love,
Taught me how to do things in right and best way.
Gave me wings to fly high, dream and achieve them.
Lead me to be strong and responsible for my deeds.

All my aspirations said I wanted to be like you.
All my questions ended in true answers with you.
I found God in you for you were the strongest
Home away from home, I never missed my mom.

You have got a special gift for learning and sharing
A heart that deeply cares and add love to my life
Everything you bestowed in me, all without selfishness.
Everything you shared with me, made me what I am.

Today I don’t step at school nor hear bells ring,
Still my heart holds all those moments with you.
When I learn something new in everyday life,
I remember you with all the respect and love.

I can write a thousand words in praise of you.
But it wouldn’t be enough to show gratitude that,
How much values you gave to me in my life..
How much value you mean to me in my life..