One of the first things that strikes (practically slaps you in the face) when you train at a government concern, is the sheer amount of stuff just lying there unused and that's just the stuff. Don't even get me started on the people.
Wastage is such a pervasive way of life here that it has creeped into everything,including procedures. Take for example the ordeal you have to undergo to enter the building. They present you with a huge register, ubiquitous at every point of entry in Delhi by now. You fill in your name, address and the person you want to meet, your date of birt, when your second dog's sixth puppy's hairball removal procedure was carried out and so on so forth. The huge point to this: hmmmmm, oh yes, SECURITY.
But, look at it logically, the only thing you can actually glean from this mindless business is that a person arrived at so and so time. Then what the hell is the CCTV they have installed doing?
And then, they have installed these card readers at entry points. They work in such a way that they cannot be opened if you don't have a card. Good,....if you were the RAW, not even remotely appropriate for a public organisation. And c'mon NIC, who would want to blow up NIC? As a result, there is a guard standing with a spare card next to the door from dawn to dusk to let people in and out. (Oh yes, its a full time job. Ingenious, don't you think?)
We have lunch at the department canteen which serves the most horrible food among all the company cafetarias in Delhi. Which is only to be expected. But I couldn't understand why people didn't gripe about it. Until today that is.
The canteen make food in limited quantities, so limited that food that you have bought tokens for from the cashier, get over while you are standing in the line. And by the time its your turn you are so bloody famished, that you actually bless the guy for the crap that he serves you and relish it and actually think you got quite a bargain. But seriously, four rupees is a bit too much for four miniscule oily puris and dal served by a guy so grim, you would think he personally gave birth to each grain of food you are eating. Its so bad, that even if you are a higher-up, you get crap, but atleast you get it. Personally, I would prefer sexy bikini clad models feed me Chicken Afghani, "any way you want". But realistically, NICians (permit me this gross obscenity) could do with more food.
On the upside, NIC is the place to be now for Linux enthusiasts. People there are trying to slog it out and build ERP software for themselves, in the true Linux sense (without telling each other that is :-) ). But seriously, among the coalpits of the software world, some discarded diamonds may yet be found...
Will Blog-boy survive until next week? Will the scheming Teacher get him? Are these exams his end? Check out next week the same blog time, same blog channel.....Blog-boy....tannananannannana...Blog-boy (fade out).
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