I thought it would be fun about this time of the year,
When articles would be thrown out for audit on their ear.
Its time to be watch dogs and not blood hounds-
To see that the client works well within his bounds.
You think it’s a pain and a bore to go and check
Every client ,no matter how good, you say- what the heck?
Go bug them for a while, why don’t you?
See how much they can take you and her too..
See if all their vouchers are ordered and numbered,
Printing every last one MUST leave them encumbered.
See if their bank statements are collected and filed,
Keep asking for extra copies until they are riled.
See how, when and from where , they buy
Every bill wont be explained ,but do just try.
To whom , when , why and what -do they sell,
Don’t ask trade secrets girl, they wont tell...
See if the bank pays interest and try to find,
One person there who can figure the calculations behind.
If they have loans or FD's then make them dig,
Certificates for those and that’s only half of our jig.
See that there are supporting for every rupee there-
Even in case the accountant begs ,don’t really care.
See that there is a sign and stamp for every word written,
For by the Law hound we surely don’t wanna be bitten.
See the provisions and reserves that they have and ask,
As to why they are needed a dozen times, with a serious mask.
For the Rates and Taxes that they have paid for the period,
From official departments ,demand attestations myriad.
We now come to the Salaries and wages that were given,
Or expenses which for special gains has seem to risen.
See that they clarify and justify every item in there,
But do stop an inch before they are gonna pull their hair.
Only remember that the day you sit upon my chair,
You shall have worries and so much more to care.
That day you shall realize that there is but one side,
You got to hold hands with the clients if you wanna ride.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
Notes from class...
I have not written for so very very long now. I do have excuses for the lapse but that's what they are- just excuses. So picked up the pen today in a burst of bored creative energy......
To give a lil background for what you are gonna read below- so that you may properly appreciate the deed- I have morning classes seven days a week which we can't miss. Now the gentleman is good at what he does but when you are running on reduced sleep hours and conforming to the afore mentioned gentleman's rules, you lose it. There comes a point for everyone where they have sat in class without comprehending a single word said. ( yet to reach it , but don't worry its in the near future) So today was a day when we were wondering if our watches had simply stopped working , when I penned these lines. Nothing spectacular , its a come back....
Sitting once again in his class,
Is Definitely not an easy task.
For it's a perpetual pain,
All in the quest for that elusive gain.
Its to crack that set of exams you see,
Its why we are here, my friends and me.
Its not the hard benches and chipping boards,
Its only that by his lecture, I am so very bored.
Observe people around and see them sleep,
Or their mighty struggle for straight faces, to keep.
The discoloured walls, old books and broken glass,
This and more but a part of class.
Once again tomorrow morning I shall pause,
Think. wonder, debate about reason and cause.
As to why I continue to, day in and day out , go there,
Maybe its because I can't truly say, I don't care...
To give a lil background for what you are gonna read below- so that you may properly appreciate the deed- I have morning classes seven days a week which we can't miss. Now the gentleman is good at what he does but when you are running on reduced sleep hours and conforming to the afore mentioned gentleman's rules, you lose it. There comes a point for everyone where they have sat in class without comprehending a single word said. ( yet to reach it , but don't worry its in the near future) So today was a day when we were wondering if our watches had simply stopped working , when I penned these lines. Nothing spectacular , its a come back....
Sitting once again in his class,
Is Definitely not an easy task.
For it's a perpetual pain,
All in the quest for that elusive gain.
Its to crack that set of exams you see,
Its why we are here, my friends and me.
Its not the hard benches and chipping boards,
Its only that by his lecture, I am so very bored.
Observe people around and see them sleep,
Or their mighty struggle for straight faces, to keep.
The discoloured walls, old books and broken glass,
This and more but a part of class.
Once again tomorrow morning I shall pause,
Think. wonder, debate about reason and cause.
As to why I continue to, day in and day out , go there,
Maybe its because I can't truly say, I don't care...
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Think Again
I can teach anybody how to get what they want out of life. The problem is that I can't find anybody who can tell me what they want.
- Mark Twain
Monday, June 8, 2009
Pondering Shakespeare....
" There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their lives
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures. "
For some reason I have not been able to get these lines written by Shakespeare out of my head for the last few days. They keep running through my mind on and off.
These lines were said at a point in the play when Brutus and Cassius are preparing for the impending war against Antony and Octavius. The bone of contention being who were more worthy being called traitors. The reason that Brutus utters these words is that he wants to settle the debate regarding what the right time is for attacking the enemy.
There is so much meaning in those few lines that one can ponder and ponder and yet feel that some meaning still lingers which one has not touched upon. They are so very relevant to every person and every circumstance. There is always that correct time and correct place for things and recognizing that particular path which should ideally be taken is oft a dilemma. Action or lack of action both can be a deciding fact. Sometimes one action or decision can alter situations and lives so much .
I guess that's why they say opportunities come only once. The moment passes and then the course of things is forever changed.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their lives
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat;
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures. "
For some reason I have not been able to get these lines written by Shakespeare out of my head for the last few days. They keep running through my mind on and off.
These lines were said at a point in the play when Brutus and Cassius are preparing for the impending war against Antony and Octavius. The bone of contention being who were more worthy being called traitors. The reason that Brutus utters these words is that he wants to settle the debate regarding what the right time is for attacking the enemy.
There is so much meaning in those few lines that one can ponder and ponder and yet feel that some meaning still lingers which one has not touched upon. They are so very relevant to every person and every circumstance. There is always that correct time and correct place for things and recognizing that particular path which should ideally be taken is oft a dilemma. Action or lack of action both can be a deciding fact. Sometimes one action or decision can alter situations and lives so much .
I guess that's why they say opportunities come only once. The moment passes and then the course of things is forever changed.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
You guys..
A while ago filling out a questionnaire I paused at the question - " What qualities do you look for in friends?" The question did not really have an answer. No one sits with a check list of what, how much, in whom categories. These invaluable finds are just found without much prior planning or strategy.
I came across this picture quite by accident and could not ignore it. So I put it here in......dedication sounds too spiffy for you guys, lets just say as a reminder of what you people mean to me.
Its for those friends who have now become like family and for that family that will also be friend. For you.....
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
The faded past.
May be I am getting too attached to my home town Hyderabad (can there be a 'too attached' in connection to your home??) or maybe it's just that I feel sad to see the lost legacy of the once Princely State of the Nizams. A couple of days ago I was pouring over a book of photographs taken by Raja Deen Dayal. He was one of the most famous photographers or maybe even one of the only Indian photographers of that age and era. The photography shop that was run by him was called 'Dayal & Sons' and at the zenith of his profession he had two shops one in Secunderabad and if I recall rightly the other had been in Bombay.
So he has photographed the royal gatherings, being a member of the Nizam's court and the palaces and the various structures and the public places etc. Even the famous flood many years back when the river Musi had flooded over the Afzal Ganj bridge has been recorded. The point that I trying to make is I was so very impressed by the photographs and their subjects too.
You could see the way people used to dress , the Indian men in their sherwanis and the jewels according to their station ,their women in beautiful skirts and the dupattas and the finery to match or delicate sarees while the English were clothed in finely pressed uniforms and stately hats and women gowned in voluminous skirts and lace. The interiors of the palace- every single item worth looking at and admiring kept in flawless order and beauty. It was on one hand wonderful and on the other hand sad to see the palaces and the diwan-devdi's. Oh the streets that were and the motor cars!! I could not help but drool over the motor car that the Nizam was photographed standing in and watching a polo match. It had these beautiful rounded protruding headlamps and luxurious leather upholstery and the shiny black colour of it .... of cource in pristine condition.
The wide cobbled streets and the small buses , more like trams in fact and the guards standing at various places. It was an enlightening picturesque experience. How much better it would have been to see all that in person?
Sadly all the that is forever lost because we could not save any of that from being destroyed. We let it fall prey to neglect and and forever loose them. We love to hear about our past, by history I don't just mean a country's story , even our personal family tales and traditions are all lost and remain as stories to be told remincing about bygones.
I wonder why we cannot preserve our history or maybe it's just a natural cource of nature for things and people to keep evolving , keep building one thing over the other, keep giving shape to new ideas and styles in all ages. Today we are making history for the next generation.....
So he has photographed the royal gatherings, being a member of the Nizam's court and the palaces and the various structures and the public places etc. Even the famous flood many years back when the river Musi had flooded over the Afzal Ganj bridge has been recorded. The point that I trying to make is I was so very impressed by the photographs and their subjects too.
You could see the way people used to dress , the Indian men in their sherwanis and the jewels according to their station ,their women in beautiful skirts and the dupattas and the finery to match or delicate sarees while the English were clothed in finely pressed uniforms and stately hats and women gowned in voluminous skirts and lace. The interiors of the palace- every single item worth looking at and admiring kept in flawless order and beauty. It was on one hand wonderful and on the other hand sad to see the palaces and the diwan-devdi's. Oh the streets that were and the motor cars!! I could not help but drool over the motor car that the Nizam was photographed standing in and watching a polo match. It had these beautiful rounded protruding headlamps and luxurious leather upholstery and the shiny black colour of it .... of cource in pristine condition.
The wide cobbled streets and the small buses , more like trams in fact and the guards standing at various places. It was an enlightening picturesque experience. How much better it would have been to see all that in person?
Sadly all the that is forever lost because we could not save any of that from being destroyed. We let it fall prey to neglect and and forever loose them. We love to hear about our past, by history I don't just mean a country's story , even our personal family tales and traditions are all lost and remain as stories to be told remincing about bygones.
I wonder why we cannot preserve our history or maybe it's just a natural cource of nature for things and people to keep evolving , keep building one thing over the other, keep giving shape to new ideas and styles in all ages. Today we are making history for the next generation.....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)