Showing posts with label memoirs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memoirs. Show all posts

Monday, 22 April 2013

The Chef's Special

Interestingly, with the meeting with a client fixed for Wednesday, I still haven't got the time to make presentations, ideally, I would have preferred the traditional approach, make some presentations, carry brochures, costing and pricing details and a proposal template to clinch the deal on the spot.  Normally, an approach to the client involves talking to the client and his colleagues, and often enough, there is not enough time to convince them on the product quality.  The talk centres around the Product Pricing, most clients are so price specific that they will not deviate even 5% from the target in mind.  So my approach is to present the product and then have four or five pricing themes ready. I think, I have become very Chinese in my approach.

 Friend of mine from Darjeeling, a state of India very close to China,
Prasanna Subba, taught me to be cool under pressure, we were working together for Dell International Services then and the work pressure was immense, from taking calls, to calling back, updating the specifications mentally and then handling the tension that the Area Sales Manager would dump on us.


Prasanna would sit on his workstation at least 15 minutes before the shift started, he would seem to be working, but mostly he would be on Opera Mini, the mini browser from Opera, that would bypass the security set up by the administrator, talking on Facebook and browsing the net.  I believe the Network Administrator had left that open so that he could himself browse the net and then the word got around and Prasanna, the networker that he was, got around to using it.

"Hi ! good morning, how are you doing ?" I said to him as I passed his workstation.
"Too you to, sir." with a pleasant face that never changed.
"Did you get my message that I was going to be late ?" I asked him, knowing he would feign ignorance as he had probably forgotten to tell Vikram, the Manager about me coming in late.
"No," he said predictably with the same poker face.  Sometimes I felt like punching that face, but I was in love with this guy of Chinese antecedents.  He made my day, with the perfect smile and composure, spoke in hushed tones to everyone and evoked in me the same thought process.  While Prasanna was around I never lost my cool or spoke in a high tone voice, we were probably people with similar mindsets who valued their peace of mind more than anything else.  In 2007, Dell was our office in Gurgaon and we had started to work together, certainly friends and two people who admired each other.

This morning too, Vikram was throwing a tantrum, "You guys have no integrity with respect to time, no value for my words and total disregard for authority."
"Vikram, the cab was late," I spoke to him coolly, knowing that the detached approach always worked better with him.
"You should have told me, there is nobody on the floor and the clients are screaming hell, you are my best man and I expect some more responsibility from you," he shouted back.

Immediately, I remembered the last time I had asked him for a sick leave and how agitated he had become, as if to fall ill was a cardinal sin. Prasanna had come to my aid with this thought then, "Stay home, don't call him, let him call you."  Well, I certainly wasn't going to call him and disturb my ride in the cab, and I just messaged Prasanna who had conveniently forgotten about it.  His Chinese antecedents were more than a match for anyone, he would take it easy, but his mind would be in full swing.  Even when we would talk to the clients he was always thinking of making one big sale, all the talk would go into convincing the client into buying that one big item that would make his numbers and bonuses.  Going for the big one was in his blood and he would stop at nothing achieving it.

Though I lost touch with Prasanna after I left Dell, I believe I inherited some of his sales acumen then.  So, if today the presentations aren't ready, it doesn't scare me, for I have the gift of the gab apart from all possible documentation ready on the Notepad, my preferred writing device on the laptop.  Its like each Notepad file is an item for my storyboard, one on Inverters, another on PV Panels, another on Batteries, everything in bits and pieces distributed in a folder called Solar.  I wish for a program that would allow me to port Notepad files into a presentation, sought of batch process, then my life would be a lot easier.  People often ask me why I use Notepad and not Microsoft Word or even Wordpad, they think it is a little primitive writing in Notepad.  But I kind of like the stickiness of a Notepad, and the so called primitive interface is simplicity divine.  There is no formatting to worry about except "Word Wrap" and it is fast and slick program that can be opened in a small window while taking notes and items from websites or other documents.

My product pricing, which as I explained is so critical for any business meeting is simple, the model being a USA based one, the pricing totally Indian.  Compare a Rs 108/watt USA based pricing to a Rs 40/watt Indian counterpart.  This would imply that a 1kW PV array System that would cost approximately $11,090 in the USA could be got at approximately 2/3s the price in India.  There was a time in India that the pricing was at Rs 225/watt but over a period of 4 years there has been a sharp drop in the prices of cells and manufacturing costs have come down as well.  So my Costing Notepad says, Indians are better than the US panels in pricing, however interesting there is still no talk of product quality.  Since the specifications have not been adequately supplied, it seems fairly difficult to understand what product quality is preferred.  Therefore my Notepad has three prices, Grade A, B and C.  Take your pick, I will supply you with the one best suited for your budget.

Ever since I got into Sales I have realised that my job is talk about the product and keep it entertaining while at the same time while keeping it efficient as well.  I don't worry about the Sales Pitch, as much as I worry about keeping the minds of all concerned in a state of constant thought.  There is precious little that can be achieved if we don't have positivity.  All the talk and game will keep the persons engaged and will give me time and space to think.  So dream up some nice game and integrate it within the presentation.  Last, I remember in one of my research presentations I had built in a golf game as a model.  The presentation had all gone too well, till one of the clients potted a hole-in-one.
Its game time folks, let the ball roll.

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Its a Trap

I am very much a morning person.  Every morning nature wakes me up early to show me its way and how much it loves me.  There is so much peace and beauty that abounds early in the morning.  The chirping birds, the green sylvan swaying trees, the absolute bliss that one gets out of sheer [aloofness] and no contact with other human beings.  This feeling of "man and the wild" is blissful and heavenly like no other feeling I have encountered my entire living life.  Every morning I wake up and carry out my daily routine and to my surprise just as I am having a bath my minds kicks into overdrive thinking thoughts, of work, of people and other such activities that I might perform during the day.  Unimaginable but true that human beings cause their own [realities] and with each touch with other human beings or their thoughts our lives change.

This morning I woke up 5:47 and thats atleast 13 minutes earlier than I normally do.  As I write this I am wondering what caused my body clock to skip before time.  Did I sleep early by thirteen minutes or did the medicine that I have cause so much bliss that my life has thirteen minutes of supreme escape.  As I slipped into the bath my mind was rubbishing all such thoughts, and as I tied the towel around my waist and walked into my room it was still alright, till I realised somebody had hung a shirt I had thrown away 2 days back in my wardrobe.  This shirt was a few sizes smaller so why would somebody do the mischief of bringing it back and hanging it.  My mind went a few minutes back when I had felt the toilet seat wet because of spilt water and then as I had brushed, my toothbrush seemed wet as well like somebody had used it.  There was something going on and I wanted to know what and why ?  Its this imperfectness that causes me to [lose my cool] and I almost lost it, taking my temper out on the wardrobe door.   I had had [friends] come over last night so could somebody from amongst them, or was it just my imagination.  Last afternoon I had spotted that somebody had peed and left without flushing the toilet.  I should have been livid then but had just quietly left it at that.

Yesterday !!! .. oh how it affects my tomorrow or errr today as you may put it.   Yesterday, I had managed to somehow retrieve the situation with a very dear [friend of mine].  Thank God ! I didn't have to fight with her.  Under normal circumstances I may have got angry with her but then these aren't normal circumstances, every morning I have to get up and fight all the way with life.  I feel scared sometimes and lonely other times, I might be the only one who feels this way amongst this teaming civilisation.  I do love my friends and I hope that I have been [faithful] to them and continue to be true to them.
This life makes me lie and be deceitful.

Saturday, 12 May 2012

Crazy as a Bee

AFTER DEATH 2012
If only there was a synonym for craziness, hard to say if bees are crazy, but I must have been crazy to be born to a house with people who were recluses.  Their aloofness got them to a stage where they neither desired nor asked for anything more than my time whenever they were home.  I remember as a kid I slept, most of times atleast, wake up for my milk and bread or whatever was being served.  I liked the food that my folks ate more than the food that was prepared for me.  Their food had flavour and taste or was it just the fact that I got used to, maybe, too used to my food.  I m told that our hair is a tribute to the kind of food that we eat and my hair was long and silky.  I didn't smell of anything except my own natural smell.  Mamma was the one who gave me my sophistication and Papa my adventurous trait.  I would run around the house for hours around papa and he would pamper me endlessly.

Don't remember too much of my childhood but unlike most young ones, I had papa as my mother and father when I was small.  He would take care of my food and upbringing, even potty training was his introduction.  Later when I grew older he would take me places in his car, even remember once in a park how while playing I nearly ran him down.  I could run at top speed, loved grass and loved even more having a bath on my own in cold running waters.  Summers made me sweat and cold running water was a treat I looked forward to every evening with Papa.  It all depended on how was mamma's scheduled, she was busy, and to make up for lost time she would get great chicken and mutton treats whenever she was late.  I missed my childhood as I grew up, and then one fine day they left me for almost a year.  Mamma was gone longer and Papa came back earlier.  They had both changed, but their love for me had grown immensely.  Always Papa's buddy I could now look forward to long walks where we ruminated about life, sit and think.

I remember the day when papa saved me from this big stud who thought it was his moral right to bully anyone who came his way, bully, "my god!, he would have killed me had it not been for papa".  This happened 5 am early in the morning when we went for a customary walks, this brute tried to manhandle me for no apparent reason and thats when papa took things into his own hand and shouting abuses controlled the ogre.  I had never seen papa raging and fuming like that ever before in 9 years and it made my chest rise with pride.  It was wonderful sight, papa screaming and blowing hot air through his nose with his face all red.  Sight to behold indeed and these memories are etched in my mind, he really was my dream man.  Somebody who could be gentle and ferocious at the same time.  Ferocious if that threshold of patience was breached.  It seemed to never happen in my presence until this day when I actually saw him fuming like a bull with his feet scraping the ground and spewing dust all ready to take charge and blow anyone, who thought otherwise, out of sight. Shiver me timbers.