Sunday, September 25, 2016

14001 - The Samjhauta Express

14001 - The Samjhauta Express

Samjhauta Express


 The evening sky looked gorgeous displaying a beautiful shade of Orange and Red. It looked unusual for me. There was something peculiar about the sky pattern. I rubbed my eyes and sprawled my legs. Looking at the sky shade indicated that it was evening. I looked around and saw that the train was empty.  There was no one in sight. It was dark.

I lolled on the train seat and wondered what had happened suddenly. The 14001 Samjhauta Express was a ray of hope to some people across the borders. I still remember that Kareem Chacha from Lahore used to regularly travel to India to meet his Khala who lived in Kanpur. Baljit Uncle from Amritsar used to travel to Pakistan using this train to meet his  best friend  Ahmad Khan who lived in Islamabad. The train was a breeding ground for so many amazing stories. I fondly remember the good old days where people used to chit chat with each other and talk about their Indo-Pakistan memories.  The Samjhauta Express displayed the friendship between people from both the nations. It was the government of the two countries that had a poor relationship but not the people. It's on this train where I and few of my friends used to steal Delicious Biryani from Nafeesa Chachi's food bag and consume  scrumptious Aloo Parathas from Amrit Kaur Aunty. That was our way of adventure. But they embraced us with an open heart, at least we felt so. I slowly walked inside the bogey to check if anyone was there. Alas! the train was empty. It was waiting at the Attari Station. 

Strolling inside the train, took me back to the memory lane. I reminisced the wonderful bygone days where I used to listen to the India-Pakistan partition stories narrated by older passengers travelling in the Samjhauta Express. I used to narrate those stories to my parents and even they used to wonder about the bond. There is no hatred between the people of these two countries but like I said earlier, its the government that's sowing seeds of hatred. 

" Motherfuckers! Not even a single fucking person on this train." I yelled at the top of my voice.
Devastated and Disappointed, I returned back to my seat.
That was when I eavesdrop on a discussion between two Indian railway officials. They were standing outside the train.
"I don't understand when will these Pakistani's stop killing Indian soldiers." The first guy said to the other.
The second person took a sip of the chai and said, "I heard the Pakistani Militants had killed 9 Indian sepoys."
"True. And I don't understand till when will India remain silent on such issues and keep condemning such attacks." The first person said to the other.
I listened to the conversation with complete alacrity.
"I think it's high time India should drop a nuclear bomb on Pakistan and regain it's lost territory." The second person replied.

"Holy Fuck! War is not a cake! It will kill innocent people." I murmured.
I moved my head and turned around to see if I could get hold of someone. But the train was still empty and these guys were talking about wars.
"I actually see no meaning of this train running too and fro between Lahore and New Delhi." The first person said and continued,"  There is no Samjhauta between our two countries."
"The train name is an irony. " The second person said and laughed.
"That's why this train is lying here like an orphan at this border town." The guy said.
I almost freaked out.  "What!!" 

As per the discussion, it seemed that the Indian government had decided to discontinue the Samjhauta Express train running between India and Pakistan.
Sad, I sat on my seat, resting my chin on my hand. I am definitely going to miss the wonderful stories between the two countries, I thought.

By now, the evening Sun had almost vanished. The moon, full and bright looked mesmerising.
My eyes aimlessly wandered around as I looked for those two guys outside. They were not to be seen. 
I walked towards the footboard. I stood there and spotted those guys again. Their political discussions were never ending. 

"Oye Sukhwinder, sunne,  just got the news from our station master," The first person said to the other.
"What news, Boobinder?" The second person asked.
"That our government is planning to reuse this train for some other route,"he said and continued, "We need to clean it and make it ready." 

I keenly listened to whatever they were talking.
"Oh Wait, Sukhwinder!" Boobinder, the second person  looked at me.
I freaked out once again. I soon ran and hid  beneath the seat.
"Let me get that Black HIT right away." he continued, " they are such a menace."
He got vexed after he spotted me. He angrily walked to the Office to get the Black HIT.
Once I got to know his future action, I kept running. My life now was in my hand. I had to save myself. I kept running for my life. As I ran, I saw the virtual images of Ahmad Chacha, Kuldeep Uncle, Shana Begum and many other passengers.  How beautiful this train once used to be!
But now ,the train was empty! And I kept running to save my life from Boobinder!

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Saturday, September 24, 2016

India Pakistan Keyboard Warriors


India Pakistan Keyboard Warriors
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Whenever there is a discussion involving India and Pakistan then there has to be growing animosity between the people from the two countries which basically transforms into a heated argument. I have recently noticed that the Times Of India Facebook page consists of more Pakistani users than Indians. The increasing rise of Keyboard warriors totally gives a different perspective. 

Who are Keyboard Warriors?
 Keyboard Warriors are basically netizens who spent most of their time online expressing their views on topics that need much attention. It may be economics, finance, terrorism, politics and god knows what not! The increase in the population of Keyboard warriors only reveals the power of the Internet and social media. Social Media plays a major role and majority of the younger generation can be found expressing their views and thoughts on the Social Media. They are the ones who readily give advises without a proper research or citing relevant sources. The outcome of frustrated Keyboard Warriors results in trends such as #KamjorIndia #BuzdilPakistan #FreeKashmirFromIndia #CowardIndia and such trends. Their involvement in such kinds of twitter trends is phenomenal.

India Pakistan Keyboard Warriors


The inability of Pakistan to control terrorism  is disappointing and it is serving as a breeding ground for Terrorism. The recent infiltration attempts by the Pakistani militants and the attacks on the Indian army men only strengthens the point that Pakistan is a major player when it comes to Terrorism. It is the primary reason for the growing tension between the two nations. The blame game between India and Pakistan is never ending and won't cease  to exist. That is because  of the sentiments and emotions attached with the two countrymen. In India, whatever Pakistan is doing is wrong and India needs to pay attention to it. Similarly on the other side of the border, people there have similar views about India. Let's come to the main discussion about the Keyboard warriors from across the border. The Indian and the Pakistani Social Media soldiers are actually smart because each of them knows how to respond well. Not to forget the numerous abuses that are hurled during the process.  You might get a clear image when you read the comment section of the Times Of India Facebook Page. That serves as the best example. Every time when I bump it, I am flabbergasted. So many views  and some of them are legitimate and valid. That is the speciality of the keyboard warriors. They give good suggestions and advises to the Government and help them in the decision-making only if someone actually pays heed to their words. Recently the  Nawaz Sharif speech at the UNGA attracted many eyeballs across the nations. Most of the speech seem to have been dictated by the Pakistani Army because it only had the Kashmir issue described in details. That was expected out of Pakistan because it always played the victim at international level and would stoop any low to bring India down. In response, the Indian diplomat's counter speech was brilliant. But again that actually was a food to many Indian news channels. Arnab Goswami went ahead with his own set of Ex-Generals and Ex-diplomats and did his best to defame the other country. Well, that's obvious. Wrong is Wrong and Wrong cannot be Right. That's the policy I follow. The growing battle between the twitterati's from both countries in Twitter gives so many views to the topic. That itself is an Indo Pak war in itself - The Great Indo Pak Twitter War!

The recent URI Attack provoked many Indian minds and put the keyboard warriors to work.  Their desperate attempts to bring each other down is commendable. Only if they put so many efforts in real world  non-trivial things then they would have risen in ranks and positions in their life. But sadly expressing views in Twitter is not going to do good to them. So, after the attack that snatched 18 Indian lives, many of us got angry on PM Modi. Many even labelled him as weak and loose canon. Because most of them wanted a war against Pakistan. Indian Government was hinting at tackling it diplomatically by isolating Pakistan at the international arena. War is never going to happen because if it happens then it would be a destruction of both India and Pakistan. Both are nuclear powers and we all are aware of what happened at Hiroshima and Nagasaki many years back. An India-Pakistan nuclear war could take as many as 18 million human lives.  Pakistan could disappear from the world map. Also not to forget the impact it would create on the environment because of the radioactive elements. It would destroy the children for the next 40 years to come. Keyboard warriors should never get emotional without thinking about the outcomes of a war. Firstly ,understand the meaning of a war in its true context.  It is easy to ask the country to go for a war without thinking about its consequences. Think Rationally. 

A senior IAS officer threw a poll for the same that attracted users from both the countries. It was whether India and Pakistan should go for a war. He has been creating too many polls related to the present issues. . His poll creation spree seems never ending. His recent poll is related to the Indus Water Treaty. That is how certain Keyboard Warriors are showing their presence. 

India Pakistan Keyboard Warriors


After Keyboard Warrior's anger subsided, they started  a discussion about  the possibility of blocking the Indus Waters. It is to be noted that Indus is known as the lifeline of Pakistan as it is the major water source of Pakistan. Blocking the Indus water will create famines and droughts in Pakistan thereby killing many million Pakistani's.  This will be more dangerous than a war but in either case, it is the innocent civilians who would be losing their lives.  It could be seen as a Humanitarian issue and could bring a bad name for India at the Global stage because Pakistan would play a victim again. So after that, we took the issue of  liberation of Balochistan.

There is a secession movement happening in Pakistan where Balochistan wants to establish itself as an independend country. Many of the Indian Keyboard warriors believe that Balochistan will be the next Bangladesh. And India will help in its freedom. The same views are snapped by many Pakistani Keyboard warriors. 

 Then came the issue of  not giving opportunities to Pakistani artists. Fawad Khan, Ali Zafar, Rahat Ali Khan , Atif Aslam are few known Pakistani artists  who have been performing in India. The recent Uri Attacks made many warriors think why these actors didn't condemn the attack. So , there are many tweets and blogs that talk about this. 

India Pakistan Keyboard Warriors


Dear Keyboard Warriors, we all have an important role here. It falls in the Media sector so it's our job to ensure not to spread hatred and false information through the social media channels.  I clearly understand that the people from both the countries are bounded by emotions. Who will like it when your army guards are killed. Any country would think twice when there is a threat to the country. And it would not be wise to get emotional under such circumstances.

There are many Keyboard Warriors who have been planting false stories.  Let the government do the job. They are our voice. PM Modi better understands what is the best - be it a war or cutting Indus waters or diplomatically isolating Pakistan. Let the government take its stance. It will do the best and we as citizens of this wonderful nation should abide by it. Because our leaders job is to ensure that our nation and its people are safe. If any external force happens to destroy the peace and people of our country, then the government would take stern actions.

I am quoting my friend Padmanabh's Facebook status here. His status inspired me to write about this. 

"Dear Governments of India and Pakistan, you may be aware of  the rising Keyboard warriors from both the nations. who are desperate to fight it out against each other and prove their worth. They understand terrorism,  defence, politics and economics very well.  Please get a social media survey done ASAP, provide uniforms to these unsung heroes. Do not allow them to go waste. In fact, you could consider some of them for the Government Portfolios as well since they claim to understand in depth about Government and policies. And above all , replying to opinions with Abusive Language is one of their USP's. Make sure even this talent gets its due credit" 

His words clearly explained  the role of Keyboard Warriors.  Let's be good and respect each other's view. Let's have a constructive discussion instead of abusing each other and being rude. And here is a nice War Game idea if you guys are interested ;)


India Pakistan Keyboard Warriors


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Friday, September 23, 2016

The Client Appreciation

The Client Appreciation



India has turned into an outsourcing unit for the Western world. Most of the IT MNC's rely on countries such as India, Philippines and Indonesia  because they are the countries where most of their IT work gets outsourced. It's obvious that in such circumstances it becomes mandatory to keep the boss happy. There is a popular culture in IT called as appreciation ( also called as client appreciation). Client appreciation is a way to let the resources know that they have done a fabulous job in constructing a quality product. This appreciation episode reminds me of a funny incident that happened in my previous organisation.
For most companies, pleasing their client is an important activity. They religiously follow the customer is King mantra. Of course, the customer is definitely a King. After all, he pays you for the services that you offer. There was a guy with me named Nikhil who worked with me in my team. He was totally new to the team. He quickly got a grasp of the system but he was an arrogant guy. A Numero Uno Rabble Rouser he was! One day, the client representative wished him on the Office Communicator and said thanks.
It was "Thanks, Nikhil :) " 

This amazing gentleman took a snapshot of the chat and emailed it keeping the boss and the super boss in the loop. The Manager was impressed and he added few more senior officials in the mail chain just for that 'Thanks, Nikhil :)'
"That's impressive, Nikhil!" The Manager replied.
"Good work. You make us  proud!" The senior manager commented.
"That's sheer brilliance, Nikhil!" The director of the organisation replied to the mail.
 This went on and even our team was in the loop. Nikhil was enjoying the limelight.  We stood there flabbergasted when we saw the mail replies.
"Thanks is not an appreciation, dude!" I said to my close friend.
"I know!" he replied.
While we were busy engrossed in our work, our eyes chanced upon a mail that made us laugh. It was a laughter riot.
"I see "Thanks" in all the emails that the client replies to me. Does that mean he has appreciated me?" There was a witty reply by one of the onshore folk.
Yes, he was correct. Actually, he was referring the Email Signature.
 Sooner, another guy replied. "I also see Best Regards in all the replies that the client sends to me. Does it mean he is conveying me his best regard? Does he love me? "
That was hilarious. Poor Nikhil's email chain was clearly hijacked. By now it had a huge number of recipients.  That was the highest level of Trolling. Everyone on our floor was laughing.  This news spread like a wildfire and became a joke.
Indian Managers are fond of appreciating everyone. But they should remember that thank you is  not a token of appreciation. I have seen appreciation emails for "Good Job" and all.
Always remember that a proper appreciation mail is something where the customer mentions all details and how it has helped or benefited them.
Between, I recently got appreciation for one of my work and believe me it was a really good gesture by my client manager.
I'll see you the next time. Soon!

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Never Forget Gratitude

Never Forget Gratitude
Very few must be aware that 21st September is observed as the world gratitude day. I got to know it through one of my friends on Twitter who was randomly thanking everyone and expressing her gratitude.  This time, I have decided to talk about this with the help of a fable we all must have been aware of.



In ancient India, there was a man named Gautama. He did all kind of atrocities and sins. He had a bad company. Everyone stayed away from him because of his wrong deeds. He was widely hated by everyone. He used to rob from every home - money, food and clothes and thus gained the hatred of people. He never used to listen to anyone.

One day a wise sage saw him. He saw something in him. He approached him and sat next to him.
"Son, do you know what you are doing ?" The sage asked Gautama.
"No," Gautama replied.
"You are born to be a great man. Kindly do not fall prey to things that you shouldn't do." The sage said and continued, " you were born to rule this world. Such kind of things from you don't amuse."
"What do I do? I got nothing and no one," Gautama replied.
"Distract yourself from all that you are doing. Wrong things that you do today will haunt you in future." The Sage said.
"Thank you , Baba!" Gautama said, "You've opened my eyes."

He listened to the Baba's word carefully. He started contemplated about how his life had veered out. He had been killing people and looting them for his own gains but never thought about them for even one second.

Shattered and hopeless, he walked to an unknown destination. He didn't know where to go and what to do. He was totally devastated and lost. He sat under a Banyan tree. He was tired of walking and thirsty. He sat broken and tears rolled streamed from his eyes. A sagacious Cuckoo was watching everything from the branch of the tree. It was a special bird. Through years of efforts, it was blessed with the power to talk.

The Cuckoo went to him and offered some water to quench his thirst.
"What happened to you?" The Cuckoo asked Gautama.
"Why so serious and sad?" It continued.
Through weak eyes , he looked at the Cuckoo. He was clearly ashen and looked wan.
"I got no one in my life and I don't know what to do. I don't have money in my life to fend for myself." Gautama retorted.

The Cuckoo carefully listened to his words and asked, " So what is your need?"

"I want money so that I can buy some food right now and fend for myself. "  Gautama said.

The Cuckoo sat on his  shoulder and said,
" There are 4 ways to earn money in life.
First is through Education."

"I've never visited school even once,"Gautam replied.

"Second is through Family." The Cuckoo replied.

"I got no one whom I could call my own. I don't have a family." He replied.

"Third is through Luck." The bird replied.

"If I were lucky then  I don't think I would be suffering like this," he said.

"Last is through friends." The Cuckoo said.

"Unfortunately ,none of my friends could help me and they all are wrongdoers." A visibly upset Gautama said.

" Don't worry I'm your friend now," the Cuckoo said and smiled at him.

"I know a King from the neighbouring Kingdom. He is a close friend of mine. "  The Cuckoo said and continued, " I will write a note and all you have to do is just give it to the King."

The Cuckoo smiled at Gautama and said, "My name is Rajdharma."

Gautama had heard a lot about Rajdharma, the talking bird. He thanked the bird. He had to walk 120 km to reach the Village.  During those days, there was no carts or vehicles so the only option left was to walk. So he walked and one day later he reached the Kings castle. The guard informed the King that Rajdharma had sent a man to meet him. The king was pleased to meet his friend Rajdharma's messenger.

He read the note written by Rajdharma, the Cuckoo and gave Golds, Silvers and Diamonds to Gautama. Gautama was extremely happy.

He carried the heavy sack containing the precious jewels and walked back to the tree. He reached there after one day but he was very hungry. He had everything now but no food. And it was cold!

He came and slept under the tree. He could feel rats rumbling inside his stomach because of hunger. Rajdharma, the Cuckoo was watching everything.

The Cuckoo  created a bonfire for him so that he could feel warm. After this, the Cuckoo went to sleep.

Gautama was feeling hungry. He saw that Rajdharma, the Cuckoo was sleeping peacefully. He picked it from the branch and pulled out its feathers and legs and roasted it on the bonfire.

He ate the Cuckoo to fill his hunger. He had no signs of repent.

Days passed and the king was worried about his friend Rajdharma, the Cuckoo. He sent out his guards to enquire about him and got the news that Gautama  had eaten his friend.

The king called Gautama and asked him, " how come you do this to someone who only helped you?"

Gautama had no answers.

"Our Kingdom never forgives anyone who forgets gratitude." The king said and continued, "we are feeling ashamed to have helped you."

He took back all the jewels he gifted Gautama.

Later he asked his guards to throw Gautama in the cage containing the packs of Wolves.

Gautama died a miserable death.

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Through this story, I want to emphasise the fact that ways be thankful to anyone who has helped you. Never forget gratitude come what may.

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Saturday, September 17, 2016

How to forward messages in Whatsapp?


Today I  would be teaching you how to forward Individual messages in Whatsapp to other contacts or other groups. This was a new additional feature introduced in the last few updates. Initially we used to have a broadcast list where you could send a message to multiple contacts. Well that feature is still intact but this forwarding option allows you to forward a message to a group or any contact. It also allows you to send a particular or multiple messages to multiple contacts or multiple groups or broadcast lists.This indeed is a good feature. So lets see how we can do this.

Steps.
1. Select a message or a group of message from a contact chat screen or any group where that needs to be forwarded to. This can be done by performing a long press on the messages.



2. On doing this , you can see a new right arrow on the top icon bar. That is used for forwarding the messages. Click on that arrow.



3. In the next step, you will see the Forward to.. screen where you can see the contact list and the groups where you have interacted. 


4. Select a particular contact or multiple contacts to whom you want to send the message. Similarly this can be done for forwarding message to single or multiple groups. You could also select broadcast lists in this case. 


5. Click on Send icon and the message would be forwarded.


6. And then wait for your friend to reply something stupid like this :D 



This is how we forward messages to multiple contacts or groups or broadcast lists in Whatsapp. Next time we will meet again with some other how-to stuffs. Till then take care and be in the best of your behavior. 


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Thursday, September 15, 2016

Sharma Ji Ki Beti 3

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Bunty cried whole night thinking of his plight. For days, he drenched his bed with tears thinking about his Papa. Having an understanding mother was his lone strength. She was his support structure. 

"I'm still waiting for the day when I can be proud of my son. I don't see that day coming anytime soon." His Papa's words flashed on his mind. That couldn't let him sleep for days. He was clearly demotivated.
Years passed and he was in 12th Class now. It was an important phase of life for many students in India. Papa and Bunty were not in talking terms. This hurt Bunty immensely.

Tired of life, he even tried committing suicides several time.  But every time he thought of that, his twitter, facebook, snap chat and his mobile phone flashed in front of his eyes. One day while he was taking rest on his bed, he saw a tiny spider trying to reach the ceiling. 

That day he got reminded of a story that his grandmother told him when he was young. It was about a Scottish King named Robert Bruce who derived inspiration from a tiny spider trying to reach its cobweb at the roof.  Shattered and Hopeless, he tried of running away, but this spider motivated him for a new beginning and it taught  a great lesson to the King. Bunty's situation presently was no different than the King. He saw the tiny spider on his wall trying to reach the ceiling.

Curious, he saw the tiny spider moving slowly and gently. He used a magnifying glass to study its behaviour. The tiny spider caught the attention of Bunty and tried talking to him through telepathy. Bunty was amazed at first. "Oh Fuck! That's a talking Spider." Bunty freaked out.

"Hey Spider, inspire me please!" Bunty said.
The tiny spider showed  Bunty its middle finger and said, "Enjoy your life. Don't be serious. It's a trap. Don't pay heed to your Papa, Bunty!"

The tiny Spider seem to have been exhibiting its thug side very well. The tiny spider gave up when it couldn't reach the ceiling and left.
Even the tiny Spider could not inspire Bunty. Even a spider behaves like a thug, Bunty thought!
Shattered, Bunty switched on the TV to his favourite music  channel.
He lay on his bed and was immersed in his own train of thoughts.

Han yehi rasta hai tera, tune yeh jaana hai,
Haan yeh Sapna hai tera, tune pehchana hai,
Tujhe abh yeh dikhana hai,
Roke tujhko aandhiya, ya zameen aur aasman
Paayega jo Lakshya hai tera
Lakshya ko har haal mei paana hai

The lyrics of that song from the movie Lakshya , travelled deep into his veins and arteries. He got super motivated. He jumped from the bed and opened his books.  Bunty and his books were like the worst enemies. He touched his book only during his exams. If his books could speak, even it would have abused him badly for not touching it every day.

He took his Science Book and started with chapter 1 . He read the answers carefully and tried to understand the concept. This went on for days. Maa would give him Bournivita every night and Horlicks every morning. He religiously visited temples, churches, mosques and gurudwara's in his locality every day. He studied for 4 hours every night. Now his sole intention was to get one mark more than Sharma ji ki beti, Shalini Sharma. He wanted to win back his Papa's trust.

One Night at 3 AM, when Papa went to the washroom to attend nature's call, he realized that Bunty's room had its light on. He peeped in through the window and saw Bunty studying.  He couldn't believe his eyes at first. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers and pinched himself to confirm if it was Bunty or someone else. Yes, it was his son Bunty! He smiled and left for his room. Days passed and Bunty started studying for 6 to 8 hours every day. Every time his eyes closed, Shalini Sharma would appear in front of his eyes.
Bunty's board Exam days neared. He now started studying every day for 18 hours and slept only for 4 hours. He stayed away from social media and everything that could distract him. Finally, he gave his exams. All his papers went well sans Mathematics. Every day after exams, he used to look at Shalini Sharma and watch her reaction. She had Eureka moment every day. According to her friends, it seemed could get 100 marks in all her papers.
He almost gave up. Seeing her confidence of getting the first rank dimmed his hopes of impressing his Papa. He was clearly disappointed.
His holidays flew so fast just like the monsoons in Delhi. Bunty's Maa had immense faith in him. Finally, the result day had arrived. He logged into his laptop and launched the board exam results website.
The server was busy. After  refreshing the website 150 times, the moment arrived.

"98.8% marks.Congratulations!!" The message read.
Bunty's mother almost jumped from the seat. "I'm so proud of you, beta," she said,ruffling Bunty's hair.

His nervousness hiked. He started sweating profusely. It was Shalini Sharma's marks. He hadn't scored more than 65% in his entire school life. If he had to win his Papa's trust, then he should score more than 98.8%. He believed in Give your best, God will do the rest. 
His current situation was like that of an Indian Athlete trying to defeat Usain Bolt in the 100 metres race at the Olympics. 

"Maa, that's not my marks.  That's Sharma ji ki Beti's score," he told his mother.
"What about yours?" She asked curiously.
He entered his seat number in the text field and hit the submit button. The site was overloaded with too many requests. It was still loading and after 15 minutes, it got opened. Bunty and his mother joined their hands and remembered all the Gods from all religions.
Bunty opened his eyes and cried.
"Papa, I let you down again," he screeched.
He was sad for not scoring more than Shalini Sharma. She had secured the 1st rank in his school.
"97.5% Congratulations! " He read the message again. Bunty stood 2nd in his school but he was upset that he couldn't make his Papa happy. 

He wasn't happy for his own achievements.
"Maa, I got 97.5%!" he said, upset.
His Maa hugged him tight and said," All your hard work paid off!"
"But Papa won't be happy!" He cried.
Papa had come home early that day. Maa offered him a glass of Chaas.
Bunty went close to his Papa and sat next to him.
"Papa.." he said.

Papa was busy reading the newspaper.
They both never talked much  all these days.
"Papa..." he said again.
Papa looked at Bunty and asked, "Did you call me?"
"Papa, my 12th Std results are declared." Bunty said.
"Okay! Great! " Papa said.
"I scored 97.5% ,Papa!" Bunty said to his Papa.
"I am sorry , Papa!"  Tears welled in Bunty's eyes.
Papa looked at him. There was deafening silence for a moment.
"Come, here beta," he said.

Bunty obediently went close to his dad.
 Whenever his Papa called him, Bunty got beaten terribly. He expected something similar.

"SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP"


Bunty realized it was a dream. Papa had not slapped him.
Papa hugged him tight. "You've made me proud, Bunty!" Papa said and asked , "Mithai Nahi doge Papa ko?"
"But Papa, I'm sorry!" Bunty said.
"Why?" Papa asked.
"Sharma ji ki beti scored more than me," he said.
"It's okay!"he said and replied," Scoring 97.5% is a very big thing in life."
"You have proved me that you are the best." Papa was visibly happy.

"Sharma ji ki beti may have got more marks than you but you have given me extreme happiness today," Papa said.
"Mera Bunty Zarur Engineer Banega!" Papa announced.
Bunty looked at him helplessly and gave an animated smile, concealing all his dreams and ambitions within.

... To be continued.


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Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Even a Booty shake can Ruin ones life!

Many years ago, in the North Indian  town of Gaziabad, it was said that an angel appeared for the first time. Everyone must have heard of alien sighting but not angel sighting. The gorgeous angel had mesmerizing looks and her eyes were seraphic. At the same time, a little girl was born. Her family named her Jasbah. Jasbah, because they thought she would grow up and understand their feelings and make her proud. This little lady had big dreams in her eyes. She wanted to make it big.  

"Dekhna Chanda, mei badi hoke sabko apni Jasbah dikhaungi," she would say this often to her best friend Chanda, indicating that she wanted to be a big actress in Bollywood. 

With this vision of making something grand in the film industry, she started working hard. She used to take part in various plays and dramas during her school days. Years passed, Jasbah grew up gracefully to be the most beautiful woman in India. She earned small roles in various short films and a lead role in a popular TV daily soap. Everyone who saw her acting would tag her as the lady perfectionist and some used to call her Lady Aamir. Though she hails from a small town like Gaziabad, she made it big in Mumbai. Being a numero uno actress of the silver screen earned her a place in many fans heart. A Heartthrob of millions, she was!  Pretty Looking, slim and slender, furrowed brows were some of the most riveting features of her body. Every time she smiled there were millions who smiled with her. That was the impact and the power of her smile. She could do every thing on earth. She could dance, act, sing and what not. Such a versatile personality she was! A very few knew her by her real name. She was fondly called as the 'Pyari Bahu' in the Tele world where she plays the role of Divyanka who happens to be the lead protagonist of the TV show. It has been nominated for the 'Best TV Soap' category at the Annual Tele Awards for 2016. To add feather to its cap, Jasbah was nominated for the 'Best Actress' category. Her happiness hiked to a new level when the show producer called her and informed this!  It is said that great personalities are often jinxed and so was Jasbah. She was nominated for 12 times for the Best Actress Award at several award ceremonies but everytime she had to return empty handed. Due to this she even earned the nick name of 'Leo' of  Indian Television Industry as actor Leonardo Caprio had to wait 7 times before he won the prestigious academy award. She would remain upset most of the times but bettered with every performance.
This year she was sure that she would grab the award after her 13th Nomination.

"Pyari Bahu rocks!" She often used to say this.
The Award function was about to take place today at 7 PM.
After 2.5 hours of make up, she waited for the clock to struck 6. As the clock struck 6, she revealed her look to her family. They all liked it. She was dressed in gossamer fine, red garment, which was embroidered with gold, and jeweled butterflies and other ornaments adorned her lustrous black hair. She was wearing precious gems in her ears, and her arms and wrists were covered with bracelets, while a golden band encircled her slender waist and anklets of gold shined on her feet.She had the 'pyari bahu' look in her.  She entered the venue at 6.30 PM and posed for the shutterbugs. Many Bollywood celebrities could be seen. A famous TV paparazzi caught her attention and asked her," So, 13th time today? Are you gonna be lucky?"

"Fuck Yeah! 13th time, Jasbah gonna show her Jasbah today! I will be victorious," she said and walked away.

The venue was festooned with bright colors and one could see MahaRoof Khan, Bhumitabh Sacchan, Kakshay Kumar and many famous celebrities seated on the front row. As she walked inside, Balman Khan, fondly called as Balma Bhai of Bollywood hugged Jasbah. Balma Bhai was fond of shooting and whenever he meandered in the jungle , the deers would never venture out because of him. Such was the power of his man! Because of Balman Khan, she bagged his first role as an actress opposite Balman Khan himself.

Soundarya Rai Sachhan greeted Jasbah on her way.  Jignes Paul and Neel Kant were the anchors for the night . A 10,000 people witnessed the award function. Awards were distributed from the word 'go' itself. Few dance performances graced the event.
"Ahh, so its the time to announce the list gorgeous ladies in the Tele industry who made it to the final nomination for the Best Actress category," Jignes Paul said.
"The Nominees are,
1."Divya Patel" for "Sasu Maa".
2."Tapasiya Sen" for "Upkaran"
3."Jasbah Khan for "Pyari Bahu"
4."Sejal Trivedi" for "Sanskriti"
5."Deepika Choudhary" for "Aasha Kiran"
The hosts announced the nominees names.
"We would like to invite Mr.Bishi Kapoor and Mr. Barun Dhawan to present the award," Jignes Paul announced.

"And the best actress award goes to......." Mr.Bishi Kapoor winked.
"Any guesses, guys," Barun asked.
Meanwhile all the actresses were nervous and Jasbah didn't want to be left alone. Every time her name was announced as nomination, her heartbeat hiked zillion times. She only earned disappointment.

"And the best actress is Jasbah Khan  for  Pyari Bahu," announced Mr .Bishi Kapoor who was also known as Pintu baba in Bollywood.
Everyone cheered for her. She stood there agape.She couldn't believe her own ears. She pinched her thrice to confirm if this wasn't a dream.

She was visibly excited as it was for the first time she was blessed with the Golden Girl. She walked up on the stage and hugged both Bishi Kapoor and Barun Dhawan. She couldn't control  her emotions and tears welled in her eyes.
"Toh Jasbah ji aakhir mei Jasbah dikha hi di," Jignes Paul said to Jasbah Khan.
Jasbah smiled at him and winked. Her happiness today knew no boundaries.
"Firstly!" she started. 

She turned behind with her back facing the 10000 audiences and twerked her butt. It was popularly called as the booty shake in the western world. She expressed her emotions by performing this pelvic thrust step.


Maharoof Khan and Bhamitabh Sachhan was busy discussing  about their next film and they remained stunned as they saw Jasbah's booty shake. The crowd went berserk and asked for once more.   She smiled and went on to continue with her speech.
"Thanks Jasbah!" Jignes Paul said brusquely, still not believing what he just saw.

She was delighted  for winning her first award. Poor thing never knew that a major shock awaited her for her booty shake.

She was a student of Sandeep Sir who taught her most of the dance forms .Apart from Booty shake ,she could even perform Cat  dance, Nageen  dance, Rain dance, Ganpati Dance  and Mithun da's trademark Pelvic thrust. She owed 1/4th of her success  to Sandeep Malan sir.
Outside she was girdled by a bunch of News Reporters. She never realized what she'd done was wrong. Her joy was at the peak and her butts reacted leading to the booty shake.
"Jasbah, aakhir mei aapne jeet hi li, kaise feel kar rahe ho?" asked a news reporter from Kabh Tak.
"Feelin Good. Top of the World!" Jasbah replied.

"Bohot Khushi mehsus kar rahi hu aaj," she replied to another reporters question.
She was tired when she arrived at her home. She was expecting a grand reception at home. But the scene at home was totally different.

Her entire family was glued to Headlines Everyday News channel.
"Actress Jasbah's butt don't lie as she does a booty shake  after receiving award, " said Shravan Kumar,the news presenter of the Headlines Everyday Channel.
She grabbed the remote from her mother and switched to Times Wow.

"We have Andrew Atkins, professor for Human Behavior, Miss Shobha Le, an author and Miss Shradha Sengupta, a famous Physchologist with us at our studio today. Do you think that is how a person would react after getting overwhelmed," Pranab Goswami,the Chief Editor of Times Wow asked the experts.

 
"Well Pranab , a person is responsible for  their actions.For control is essential for a person. One would know how to control her emotions and feelings at a bigger spectrum. In a country like India , I'm seeing this for the first time where culture has utmost importance than anything else. Being an American, this has happened many times in US..Even I, myself love doing booty shake,"  Prof. Andrew Atkins said.

"Whats your views, Miss Shobha Le?" Pranab asked the author.
"We live in a liberal society? A person is free to do anything. Why create a fuss of it? " She replied.

Meanwhile the channel was busy showing the booty shake of Jasbah Khan  repeatedly.
"Andrew, but how could one forget her culture and traditions while you are receiving an award at a stage in front of Senior actors and many people. Where is our culture and tradition ?,"Miss Sengupta expressed her views.

"Where is our culture and tradition in Jasbah Khan's Booty shake?" Pranab Goswami asked and continued, " The  Nation wants to know. India wants to know!"
"At this time, we are heading for a break , You can tweet us using #JasbahsBootyShake on Twitter." He said.

She quickly logged into Twitter and saw that her Notification tab was bombarded with over 2 lakhs notifications. She has 16 lakh new followers within 3 hours. She saw that she was trending on Twitter.
"#JasbahsBootyShake" was leading the trend followed by #JasbahButtsDontLie and #BootyShake and #AnnualTeleAwards.
She was frustrated.

"Guys, never get me wrong. I feel embarrassed. Don't make me famous for wrong reasons. Pls." She tweeted. Within 30 seconds, her tweet was retweeted 1000 times and liked by 1300 people.
"Just coming, Jasbah tweets asking not to get her booty shake wrong." Pranab Goswami announced.
"Andrew, why don't you teach me little bit of this booty shake?" Shradha Sengupta requested Prof. Andrew Atkins and winked.

"Go and ask Jasbah Khan. She does it better than me." He laughed and continued, "I got no ambitions of trending in twitter in English , Hindi, Gujarati and Tamil..all at a same time." The entire guests laughed to Andrew Atkin's remark
She switched on to some Hindi channels and there the case was even worse.
"Aakhir mei Jasbah Khan ne Award manch pe Dikha di apni Jasbah!" the News Presenter from Kabh Tak News channel announced.

Few channels were asking viewers opinion in form of poll sms.
"Do you think Jasbah was correct in doing that Booty Shake?"
"If your answer is Yes ,sms Yes to 5555 else sms No to 5555."
Jasbah was already pissed off . Her whatsapp notifications crossed 1200 unread messages and she was constantly getting calls from News channels and her friends. In order to avoid further embarassment , she switched off her cell phone.
She was crying the whole night for that booty shake.

"How am I supposed to express my joy ?" She asked  herself and cried.
She spent a sleepless night and learned that some twitterattis had taken to abusing and passing gross comments about her and her butt dance. She was tired of blocking people.
The next morning when she woke up , even the newspapers didn't spare her.

"Pyari Bahu's Booty shakes well at Annual Tele Awards '16."Mumbai times front page headlines read with the photo of Jasbah Khan.


Her producers had called her to inform that she had been removed from the show due to media hype about her booty shake.

Balman Khan's manager contacted her and informed her that she had been scrapped from the Project.

" God,I never knew my butts would land me in so much trouble ," she said looking at the award, the golden girl.

She was not given preferences in any Teleserials, movies was out of question. She used to get small assignments in Bhojpuri movies.
She cursed herself for ruining her own career.

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Sunday, September 11, 2016

Flowers at the Door Inc.




The early morning sun peeped in through Julia's window as the clock struck 7. Julia was tired after frequent spats with her boyfriend Stanley. She tied her hair up in a bun and  threw open the window curtains. Having  cried the entire night thinking about Stanley, she cursed her fate. She quickly went downstairs and opened the door. Her eyes witnessed a flower bouquet lying in front of her door. While picking the flowers, she located a note. 
"Sorry Julia. Let's meet at Mario's at 7.30 PM. Love"  She read  and dumped the flowers  in the nearby dustbin. Stanley was her first love, a best friend for life.  Although they used to fight like a cat and Dog, they  were fond of each other.  Frequent quarrels followed by patch ups described their lovely bond.
It was 7.15 PM as Julia drove her car towards the St. Bernaud's Intersection. Mario's was a local cafe located at the Rocky Beach road. The evening breeze brushed her ebony dark hair as she drove her car along the road. The evening sky displayed  a unique orangish shade and the setting sun only made it look more beautiful. It looked like a beautiful canvas painting. People of all age groups were seen meandering at the beach.  Julia parked her car outside Mario's and stormed into the Cafe angrily. Her eyes scanned through the cafe and saw Stanley waving a hello to her. Maintaining a straight face, she decided not to make the first move. Stanley was busy munching the chicken nuggets. There was a deafening silence for 5 minutes. None of them was willing to initiate a talk.  Stanley and Julia knew each other since the age of 11, from their secondary school days. 
The waiter, Antonio, familiar to both came and broke their silence. "Too much of silence too bad for health...Here is a Mario special for Julia," he said and handed her a glass of Bloody Mary. She acknowledged him back with a smile.  She looked at Stanley and saw no feeling of guilt nor repent. That angered her more.
Stanley cleared his throat and said, "Did you get my flowers?"
"Yes, I did," she said. "How was it?" Stanley asked, "Did you like it?"
"It's just artificial as you, Stan!" she said, abruptly.
"And you know I hate fake things. Be it flowers or humans," she continued, "You could have dropped by and said a sorry instead." 
Stanley looked at her and replied, "I had some work."
"Your lame excuses as usual." she retorted.
"You  could have sent me a real flower from a garden or somewhere. You know I love roses, the red ones. Real Fresh flowers with a handwritten note would have melted my heart" Her eyes welled with tears.
"I have dreams of togetherness with you, Stan," she said. 
"We are 19 already and you couldn't find a job," she added.
"Julia, listen.," Stanley replied.
Julia was mad  at him. Not ready to give him another chance, she decided to leave him. Once bitten , twice shy! 
"You know I thought one day you would be famous and I would proudly call you mine." Julia continued.
"We will be," Stanley replied. 
"Shut up!" She said, brusquely and left the Cafe.
 Stanley sat there for a while. He thought that  like every time Julia would change her mind.  But he failed to realize that it was not in  her nature to bend 
The next morning, as usual, he was waiting for Julia at the St. Francis Church. Hours passed,  he never saw her. He visited her house. But she wasn't there. Months passed and he never saw her again. Memories of Julia had started to haunt him. Her absence started disturbing him.
"Real Fresh flowers with handwritten notes would have melted my heart," Her voice flashed on his mind. 
Looking at the little kids playing in the garden reminded him of his young days with Julia. They used to meet every day at the same park.
He observed two young couples, very much of his and Julia's age arguing with each other.  "Enough is Enough, Jack.Don't want to see you again," the girl screamed at the guy and left angrily. She  reminded him of Julia. Sooner, he followed her to her house. A few hours later, he purchased a bouquet containing fresh red roses. He wrote a note on it.
"I'm imperfect in a lot of ways but it's you who makes me perfect. I'm sorry for everything. :) Jack! "
He soon placed the flowers outside the girl's door and rang her door bell. He hid behind a tree and watched.  She picked up the flowers and read the  note. She smelled the fresh rose and smiled instantly.  The next day he visited  the same garden and he saw both of them cheerfully conversing with each other. That was when he realised that Julia was right. A fresh flower could melt any girls heart.  He decided to help people like this. And when it worked well, he thought of giving wings to this and setting up his own business.
"Flowers at the Door!" He set up a shop outside his house. He started planting roses in his backyard. He distributed pamphlets in his locality informing everyone about his new business.
"Delivering Fresh flower bouquets across Jacksonville. Fresh flowers can melt anyone's heart. Ready to serve and unite bonds." The Note on the pamphlet read.
One fine afternoon, he was whiling away time at his shop waiting for his first customer. It was hoping against hope and he wasn't even sure if this would work.  It was that moment when he got a call on his landline phone.  It was his first order.
"Stan here from the Flowers at the Door. How may I help you?"
"Listen man. My girlfriend is mad at me. I want you to help me out. Just deliver some fresh red roses at her house with a personalised message," said the voice.
"Sir, any specific message for her?" Stanley asked.
"Anything that you wish,"  said the voice. Stanley noted the girls address.
He soon plucked some flowers from his backyard and arranged them neatly in to a bouquet. He wrote a nice message on a card for her. At 5 PM, he delivered his first order. Two hours, later he got a call from the same customer. 
"Stan, man, you are simply awesome.She is impressed." said the person. The guy arrived at Stanley's flower shop and handed him $30. It was his first earning. 
The news of his shop and his services spread like a wildfire. People started appreciating his work. 'Flowers at the Door' got famous. He started cultivating seasonal flowers and his business got to a next level.  During this moment of joy, he started missing Julia badly.  She was the sole reason behind this. Her words had inspired him to start this. Something that started as an experiment was growing to a full-fledged business. He started generating great revenues out of it. He hired few people to assist him. He, later on, set up branches in Texas. And eventually 'Flowers at the Door' saw itself scattering across the United States. 
Years passed. He worked on improving his business model. Luckily, he had great minds working for him.  He expanded his business to Europe and Asia.  He was shortlisted for the Young Entrepreneur award.  Stanley grew more popular with time.  His company worth increased to $ 1.5 Billion. 
At 45, he was already in the top 50 richest men list by Forbes Magazine.  But even during his busy schedule, he never stopped thinking about his first love, Julia.  During the month of October, Stanley was invited for the International Business Summit to be held at Brussels that would be graced by the presence of  various Businessmen of famous enterprises across the Globe. 
It was a balmy Saturday afternoon, Stanley was escorted to the Hilton International hotel at Brussels where the event was to be held.  He was awarded with a special award at the Summit.  Sooner, he was interviewed  by a  famous BBC news reporter Cristina Baxley.
"Mr. Stanley Watson, did you ever think that you would reach this far?" the interview asked Stanley.
"To be honest, I never thought. At 19, I was tagged useless by my girlfriend who later ditched me." he replied.
"Oh! that must have been rude," she said and continued, "Didn't you make any attempts of reconcillation ?"
"Not just once, there wasn't a single day when I had not visit her house."  Stanley replied and continued, "It used to remain locked."
"Mr. Watson, that's tragic. I understand how difficult it must have been to lose your first love like that."
"Exactly,"  Stanley replied. "Miss. Cristina, the worst part is that I don't know if she is alive or dead. What I am today is all because of her. I owe everything to her. You all know me as a billionaire and a philantrophist Stanely Watson, but her memories haunt me." 
"Why didn't you move on?" Cristina, the BBC interviewed asked Stanley.
"No one loved me so madly like her.  Perhaps I was addicted to her. She was a drug to me." Stanley replied.
"How did you go about with this Flowers at the Door thing?" she asked curiously.
"It's a funny story. It was my attempt to unite two individuals who loved each other. I placed a handwritten note  along with some fresh roses outside the girls house."
"Then.." she asked.
"Then.. it worked. An idea struck me and I created a garden outside my house and then came my first order,"he continued.
"With time we decided to expand our business.  The best thing was people loved us," he said.
"That must be a great motivation to you, no," she said, smilingly.
"Off course it was. People used to write mails and call us informing how much they liked Flowers at the Door. We got some many client testimonials" 
Cristina Baxley smiled at Stanley.
"Mr. Watson, we wish you all the best. We wish that your lady love watches this interview and gets back to you."  she said.
"Thanks Cristina." He said," I'm unsure if I would ever meet Julia again. Anyways Thanks!" 
He soon left for his hotel room. That night he couldn't sleep properly. There was something that was disturbing him.  
"Julia , forgive me baby.." he murmurred as his eyes closed shut.
"I miss youuuuuuuuuuu........Jul..liaaaa....."
The next morning he took the first flight to Texas.  He freshened up and left for his office. He was a workaholic and everyone was aware of his love for his Company.
He started reviewing the mobile application design with his Engineers. 
"Mr. Watson, there is an order from someone called Julia Stewarts," the store manager hurriedly came and interrupted Stanley during his meeting. 
Stanley's heart almost stopped beating. He quickly rushed to his computer and checked the order number.
"I want you to deliver fresh Roses to your boss. Tell him I am alive and I  still miss him." Reading that his lips curved into a smile. 
He made a note of her address that was stored in the database. Sooner, he collected some fresh red roses from his garden and created a bouquet. "Missed you , Julia. No words could express my feelings. I miss you and I'm happy you are back. Love you!"  He wrote a note. 
He wore a dapper outfit. He drove his car to Julia's home and placed the flowers outside her door and rang the door bell.
He hid behind the tree and was waiting for Julia.
Julia opened the door and  located the flower boquet lying on the floor.  He smiled as she read the note. She knew it was Stanley.
Julia looked beautiful even at 45.
"Stan, Is it you?" she asked curiously.
Stanley appeared in front of her. 
"Stanley.."
"Julia."
"You've grown into  a smart and handsome man," she said," Come in!"
Stanley sat on the couch and looked at her. 
"Why did you leave me, Julia?"  Stanley asked.
"Somethings are best unsaid.  One week later ,I had come to inform you that I would be travelling to North Carolina to live with my Aunt Suzzana."  she said.
She cleared her throat and continued, " But I couldn't find you.  I even visited the Garden where we used to sit for hours and talk. You were missing." 
Stanley smiled. "No power can now separate both of us now." he said," You  were right?"
"Right about what?" Julia asked.
"Girls do love fresh flowers. It melts their heart."he said," Thats how my business survived."
"Thats true Mr. Stanley Watson, the philantrophist Billionaire," she said ,winking at him.
"I have heard about Flowers at the Door but never knew it was yours until I saw your interview with Cristina Baxley,"she said.
"I love you Julia!" Stanley said and their lips locked.
"You snapped me when I told you that one day I would be famous and you would be proud of me," Stanley said.
"Yes, Stanley, you are mine and I am so happy that we are together.So proud!" She kissed him passionately.

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Saturday, September 10, 2016

The Modified Software Bug Cycle



The other day I and my friends were discussing a bug that stormed into the application and didn't plan to leave it soon. So during the spare time at tea,  we decided to haunt the regular bug cycle. How about altering it and just have some fun. Let's tweak in the Agile Testing Process.
It goes like ...
Tester Logs a  High severity , High priority Bug - 
"Bug 999 - Exception occurs and Application hangs on clicking Submit button at SEZ 1 location at Tea Time."
The Bug goes through a series of procedures like the Review Cycle where a group of senior Pundits from the Agile and the Product Development team review the defect. The defect gets a clean chit and it goes to the Product Development team Lead's plate.
The Dev Lead assigns the Bug to the Developer. 
The Developer investigates the bug. That seems to be the most challenging bug. The entire team brainstorms and indicate that it requires a high-level design change. The Design Lead and the Product Owners are roped into the scene. They all work together and come up with a plan. 
The Developer fixes the issue as per the new design. 
He updates the defect with the below comment.
"Issue fixed. For the Impacted Areas, the bug should be tested at Lunch time and Dinner time  and from Sez 1 and Sez 2. Testing at Onsite should be taken care by them once they face the issue.This bug also needs to be tested during Work From Home and during National Holidays."
The Project Manager updates the defect.
"Testing to be done from onshore too. The Onsite QA Team is notified about this defect."
Two days later the Onsite QA Lead comments on the bug.
"Defect is invalid. Who works at tea time? We never work at tea time."
Another QA from the defect logger's team   consults the developer and asks him why breakfast time is not mentioned in the Impact Analysis testing.
"You guys come at 1 PM for stand up and who will test it for the breakfast scenario," The developer replies angrily.
"But still," the QA snaps.
"No But, no If's. Who will come early to test that ?" The developer retorts and displays his animosity by rapidly typing serialisation code that he was working on. He had spent several nights at the office working on this defect. His frustration and anger were visible.
Angrily, he bangs his hand on his desk and glares at the QA.
He then updates the defect and assigns it to the QA who logged the defect.


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