The Merits of Mediocracy ....

Mediocracy is an intrinsic property of a lazy mind ....The average indian mind is mediocre or is it the lack of oppurtunity that has turned it so .... The great indian IT revolution is a by product of that state of affairs ...why do i always end up cursing the IT field...am an integral part of it ...The fact is simple ..living out side india and working with the client has given me an indepth understanding of the situation....we(read as the IT community of India) are making money by exploiting the poverty of the country ...we should come to terms with the fact that we are a poor country where growth and development are still restricted to a few in the society ....An Average European worker gets 60,000 Euros an Year where as an average indian Consultant doing the same work gets like 8-10 K Euros ..volla see the margin ....To make sure that quality of work is not hindered the companies still retain the best of Local and international talent ( American and European) to get the crucial parts of work like requirement gathering and design done ...the rest of the work like the implmentation ,build and testing are outsourced ......by continuously doing this kinda of work which involves no use of grey cells has indeed turned an entire generation of Indian youth into mediocres....This is better explained by the fact that even though we have the world class infracture in engineering and managements institutes like the IITs and IIMs ,we havent managed to produce a Goolge or Facebook kinda company ... our enigneers are doing wonders in the US ...their research in the US universities and Labs are producing great results .... they are the best indian brains but we are loosing them thanks to the state of affairs ...i guess i have deviated quite a bit from ....well to put it across in a no nonsense way ....as the meritocracy is slowly lost all the we have with us today is the mediocracy ....a bunch of very well trained youth who can be customised to this mediocre working model ...

The NameShock .....

"erm....i didnt get it ..can you repeat it .." ...."sorry ...(with a gigantic Q face) ...." ...."how many of you are in that name " ....." i heard that there were 300,000 indian gods ...you name covers most of them ".... a pretty girl said "it sounds like idly sambar ...are you one ???...." ....
yes these are more or less all the reactions that people subject me to when they hear my name ... how would you think i call tell people i meet that my name is Vishnubhatla Venkata Balasubrahmanyam Sai .....uff..it was tough even to type that ...imagine if i try the the famous "Bond ..James Bond" eshtyle...it owld something like this... (you have to picture a cute but dumb girl)

Hey am ..
"Sai "... reaction : hmm......
"Balasubrahmanyam Sai" ... reaction : ohh madrasi ....
"Venkata Balasubrahmanyam Sai " .... reaction: whattt???...
"Vishnubhatla Venkata Balasubrahmanyam Sai " ...how many of you are there in that name ....

funny it might sound ...well it is funny ..not for me though ...i hate the short name guys...they dont have to copy paste their names like i just did .....also shorter names are sexier....a female friend told me ....i nary not elucidate my encounters with women when i try to impress them ....to begin with ...my name itself is the biggest women repeller...we will come to the other great traits of mine that girls just love to hate a little later ...all in all my name is a testimonial for how badly my aunt must have hated me ...incidently its our aunts who name the new borns ...some kinda wierd famiy tradition perhaps...why would somebody name a nice and cute lil kid with such a long name ..after all he was born in the era of the kapoors and the khans of the bollywood ....what would you picture a Vishnubhatla Venkata Balasubrahmanyam Sai to be if you were to know that he was going to be your boss and you were meeting him for the first time ....lemme guess ..it would be a very dark,heavy built south indian guy with a thick moustache and a strong native accent ....and you must looking forward very eagerly to meet him and know that your guess was bang-on....ever thought of the poor fellow who has to sport such a long name where he goes ....imagine if i were to work in a restaurant and had to put on a name tag ....it would certainly start right above my chest pocket but have no clues where would it end .....