Manager Response

Manager Response

Reply: What I want to say? (Manager)

The decision is good or decision is bad
Only God knows still I am glad
Keep moving in life that is what I can say

If you feel right go in the same way
May god give you the work, the challenge you want
Anyway there is always a second chance
Chances are there, grab them snatch them
That is what I can say

Keep on jumping companies to get more and more and more….
That will keep you always a fore (Even to me)
>From my experience I can tell you
Being in software development is like taking hell out of you
You are frustrated since you have no quality work
And you were frustrated because you had quantity work

It’s always like that previous job was better than thecurrent one
And expects the new job will be much better than this one
But what you get is a frustration level up to sun
Than you will again send the resignation like this one
This is all what I want to say

Have you completed all the formalities?
Filled the form and got it signed from department humanities(HR)
Once done you can take all your cash
But don’t refer others as they will follow you’re a*s.
At last I appreciate your contribution to the company
Even though there was not any….

You will keep a copy of this with you for FYI
Don’t feel shy
As I also got it some time back from my old manger sayHi….
That is all what I want to say.

 

Poetic Resignation

The name is good, the brand is big
But the work I do is that of a pig
The work or the brand; what is my way?
I don’t know if I should stay.
To work, they have set their own way
Nobody will care to hear what I say
My will be NULL, they wont change their way
I don’t know if I should stay.

The project is in a critical stage
But to do good work, this is the age
This dilemma is killing me day by day
I don’t know if I should stay.

The money is good, the place is great
But the development is at a very small rate
Should I go for the work, or wait for pay
I don’t know if I should stay!

The managers don’t know what they talk
The team doesn’t know where they walk
That’s a bad situation, what say?
I don’t know if I should stay.

I can go to any other place
But what if I get the same disgrace
I can’t keep switching day by day
I don’t know if I should stay.

The -ves are more, the +ves are less
Then why have this unnecessary mess
No more will I walk their way,
It’s all done, I won’t stay.

Thanks & Regards
Employee

 

A Poem on Computers

A Poem on Computers

Have u ever given a THOUGHT
what life has become all ABOUT
our WINDOWS open on the face of GATES
when it should be our LIFE-MATES

we play around with MOUSE
when it should be our SPOUSE
always our hands are on the KEYS
when it should be on our ‘WOULD-BEes‘

how long can u go on CODING
when u should be at ooty BOATING
hey u robots running after CAREER
listen to this carefully DEAR

‘BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL MAN IS A WOMAN‘
and that u cannot get fiddling alone with LAN-WAN
Life is not just COBOL,
it is also PYAR-KE-DO-BOL

life is not just C-PLUS-PLUS
it is also PYAR-PLUS-PLUS
life is not just DEBUGGING
it is also HUGGING…..

SO once in a while, think TWICE
life will be so NICE
if one gets out of ‘if-then’ LOOPS
and goes out with GF for dates,FRUIT-SALADS & SOUPS.

C’mon end this life of ROBOTISM
and fill it with ROMANTICISM
C’MON all the software Romeos (and Juliets)lets take a VOW
all boring ROUTINES, SUB-ROUTINES, PROCEDURES out will we THROW

 

SWEETS AT MY DESK…!

SWEETS AT MY DESK…!

Subha Utha , Nahaya ..Mast Deo Lagaya…

Usko Yaad Kiya Aur Muskuraya…

Muskurahat Ka Karan Tha , Kya Sapna Liya Tha Raat Ko

Main Company Ka Ceo Aur My Dream Girl Was My Pmo.

Mann To Kiyan So Jaon, Swapn Ki Duniya Mein Laut Jaun…

Phir Socha Uski Jhalak Paani Hain Office Mein, Kahin Late Na Ho Jaun…

Goggles Lagaya Style Mein, Sutta Niptaya,

Bike Kiya Self Start, Accelerater Maara

Pahooncha Office…Card Swipe Kara..

Khola Pc …Lotus Notes Top Par Mail Uska Paaya…

Mailbox Dekh Sanatta Chaya..

Uska Mail Ka Subject Humien Na Bhaya..

Ek Baar Phir Kiya Mail Ka Subject Check

Oh No ..Not Again..Same Words…”Sweets At My Desk”

Darte Darte Khola Mail…Andar Wedding Invitation Paaya…

Lo Bhaiya Lut Gayee Duniya…Mandraya Kala Saaya…

Dukhi Mann Se Socha …Chalo Ek Baar Contents To Padd Le..

Naam Kya Hai Ladke Ka…Details Se Rubaru To Ho Le…

Phir Ek Baar Mann Chakkar Khaya…Uska Naam Kahin Naa Paaya..

Mail Ka Phir Se Audit Kiya…Dil Ko Ncr Report Acha Aaya…

Mail Ke Subject Se Achi Mail Ke Body Nikli..

Jiski Shaadi Thi ..Woh To Uski Sister Nikli…

Bhujti Hui Low Phir Phadphadai…

Ek Umeed Jaagi.. Asha Ki Ek Kiran Nazar Aayee.

Josh Bhare Kadmon Se Rukh Kiya Uske Cubicle Ki Aur…

Ab Sirf Uskee Jhalak Nahin .. Yeh Dil Maange More..

Aaj Tak Cubicle Ki Diwaron Se Dekha Tha Usko..

Dekhte Hi Usne Bola ..Lo Dear, Sweets Lo..

Humne Suna “Dear” , Humne Kaha Ab No Fear.

Kiya Jhuki Aankhon Se Usko Stare, Uthaya Sweets Ka Apna Share..

“Dear” Shabd Kitna Acha Lagne Laga Tha….

Uske Aur Mere Beech Ka LOC Ab Mitne Laga Tha…

Baton Hi Baton Mein Usko Bataya Mail Padke Hua Confusion Tha

Reply Jo Bataya Usne, Phir Se Chida Kargil Tha..

Phir Se Low Bhuj Gayee Thi, Umeed Mit Gayee Thi ….

Uski Sagai Ki Mail To Ek Hafte Pahle Bounce Back Ho Chuki Thi…

Maa Kasam Ek Hi Gaana Yaad Aa Raha Tha Cham Se…

Kasam Ki Kasam , Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Ab Humse…

O Haseeno Sun Lo Meri Iltaaja,

Please Mat Hona Humse Khafa,

Kuch Bhi Ho Jaaye Ab Na Hoga Adjust,

Ab Mat Daalna Mail With Subject “Sweets At My Desk“

 

Where did the school days go…

Where did the school days go

Gone are the days……
When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to b there daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Color pencils and finally sketch pens.
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Log tables and advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed.
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played “kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun,
While others simply played “book cricket” in the confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 1:45 to “Conquer” window seats in our School bus.
While few others had “Big Fun“, “Chock-o-bar“,”kulfi ice” and “Pepsi“
at 2:00 Clock.
Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year
writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don’t have time to say a HI
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.
Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn’t work.
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms…..
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets
and fun filled on our hearts
Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.
Now we don’t shout even at home
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.
Now we give lectures to all… like the one I\’m doing now….
Gone are the days…
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever…..