Season's Greetings to all those who swing by the blog and spend time reading whatever I write now and then. It always amazes me that you do find it worth your time. And, I deeply appreciate that act. In that moment when you do read and perhaps comment, you enrich my outlook towards life. And, such a selfish gain obtained by mere peddling of words is too much to let go.

And, to all the authors whose blogs I read daily or, as soon as they publish, I am grateful that you make my day such interesting times. Write on. Please.

Here's wishing that you have a new year full of happiness, self-content, self-belief and satisfaction in knowing that you brought about change. 

I am doing a little bit of Park Street sprinkled with a bit of here and there. And hence the vignettes and anecdotes.

• The Barista(s) have taken the festive season to increase prices of stuff by Rs 10 and sometimes more. Inflation strikes.
• The Barista at Park Street should win some sort of award for pretentious baristas who don't 'listen' at all.
• School children who behave boorishly at coffee shops while wearing their uniforms should have their photographs published in some hall of shame kind of board. It is ridiculous that they behave this way and more so because they are indulged by their parents or, guardians accompanying them
• The Barista on Hindustan Road is quiet and nice. However, the staff bitch a bit too openly about the management of the outlet :)
• The queue of hopefuls outside Flury's today all waiting for a table was worth a photograph. I didn't want to appear the Grinch while doing so. Hence no photographs
• The floor staff at Music World called me 'uncle'. All perhaps originating from the fact that I was checking out the turntables (expensive hardware these are though). I've been called an uncle often, but this is probably the first time at a retail store at Kolkata. Very noteworthy.
• Oxford Bookstore proves yet again that while the in-store face-lift has worked wonders, the attention to the inventory is getting shoddier by the day.
• Folks do not heed the traffic warden near Music World on Park Street and cross nonchalantly into onrushing traffic. A pair of young boys and girls (ie. a pair of couples) did that today and nearly caused a concertina crash. They blithely ignored the stopped cars and crossed over.
• The digital meters in the cabs need to be callibrated to show the actual fare. The cab drivers pull out all sorts of awkward charts and tables and only relent when they realize that the passenger is a local.
• Which brings me to the funny part that at Kolkata I get responses in English and Hindi and rarely Bengali. I guess I must grow that ponytail :)
• Re-tying the hair while waiting to board an auto gets jaw-dropping reactions from middle aged Bengali ladies and, fairly amusing whispered conversations. Amusing because it is hard to stifle a laugh at rampant imagination.
• Having a camera is handy. Especially when one takes it out now and then and takes a picture. Shopkeepers seem interested for no good reason.
• The buildings I always knew between Rashbehari Avenue Crossing (Kalighat Metro Station) and Basanti Devi College have changed or, are in dire need of facelift.
• The street side vendors haven't changed in ages.
• The Post Office opposite Priya is as crowded as ever.
• Tirthapati Institution seems to have changed the font on the Bengali typeface. It now looks a bit nicer than before.
• Starmarks is an awfully confused store. Especially the one at South City. And especially when filled with Bengali ladies who speak with some god-awful accented Bengali. Reminds me of the newsreaders of Star Ananda, whose accents are so different from that on DD that it is sometimes jarring.
• Gur/jaggery is available in ingot sized pieces. Amazing scent.
• The weather is nice and bearable if one can somehow beat the dust that is stirred up by the sudden gusts.

I was planning to do a top ten books read (by category) and perhaps I'll eventually end up doing it. However, for the moment, here's my bookshelf with sorted by the Date Added (I generally add the books after I've read them, so, that should also indicated Date Read)

This would probably qualify as the laziest visit to Kolkata ever. I have simply not done anything much.

Umm... that statement isn't really true. I did fill up an application form for a BSNL Landline on 20-Dec-2010 and by all accounts it seems like that the installation would happen today. As someone who has seen his father run between various telephone offices to get a telephone line and then finally get one under the Own-Your-Telephone scheme and that too with the hefty fees involved with that scheme, this development, if it does happen, should be an unique experience. I also visited the LIC Housing Finance Ltd office on the 21-Dec-2010 to make a part pre-payment of the housing loan for the flat. And, surprisingly enough, that went well too. Not much by way of hassles or, tantrums. Nice and polite interactions along with quick completion of the transaction. So, in all, it appears like two of the big ticket tasks are done. That is the good news.

That I have been lazy enough to not go around tripping is partly a factor of the city being besieged by protest rallies. And not having anyone to go around with. The traffic situation is terrible compared to what I remember. Couple it with the rallies and I already had a taste of having to do a circle around Strand Road to get into Esplanade - that puts anyone off. The only thing which I'd fancy doing is probably going to Tero Parbon and dig into some meal. Eating outside has been totally restricted on this trip - just two trips to Mocambo (I had the most amazing spicy Crab Cheese Balls - recommended) and even those, being a single diner, meant limited food :) Not much by way of eating the "street food" too ! I guess not having friends who have the free time to indulge in my trips are influencing the home bound habits.

Add to that the cultural shock of seeing an avowed and staunch Bengali sweet shop selling pakodas, bhajjis and other oil-fried snacks I associate with the northern part of the country. My quick trip to get some singara was thrown askew at this mindbender. Imagine this. And, imagine this at a staid Sakherbazar ! The Chandi Mela seems to be on in full swing and doing the needful to throw traffic out of whack. The WB Police Personnel are helpless bystanders at the Sakherbazar intersection of Diamond Harbor Road. And, is it me or, have the number of auto-rickshaws plying between Behala Tram Depot/Taratolla and areas beyond Thakurpukur have exponentially multiplied ? I chanced to look at the Behala Chowrasta - Sarsuna etc stand and it does seem that an incredibly large number of new auto rickshaws ply that route.

There's an odd thing that has been happening since the time I've been here. Every day, during late evening, there are innumerable cars passing by with the lusty yet heart-rending cries of the journey of the dead. The intersection is on a route to two crematoriums and as such it makes it a place which these cars pass by. Every evening, there are at least a dozen or so that pass. And, it is somewhat startling. In the midst of life at a traffic intersection - the car carrying the dead wait their turn to pass through and complete the task they have been hired to do.

It is winter at Kolkata. With evening temperatures touching single digits, the colorful and trendy knits are out. The streetside hawkers are in full swing. And, so is cricket on the Maidan.

The other day I was riding a Behala Chowrasta - BBD Bag route minibus and was scheduled to get off near the GPO. A somewhat unforeseen traffic snarl near the Mayo Road crossing allowed me to look outside and there it was - a cricket match was being played. Full formal gear, two umpires, a scorer and even a small drinks cart. Just the way I remembered it. I got off the bus and sneaked to the sidelines. And, since I was probably one of the handful of folks who weren't known to both the teams, barring the peanut seller and the lemonade chap, it was fun watching the bantering and snide remarks that passed back and forth about fielding ability, the inability to judge the rise of a ball on the matting or, general bowling talent. The quality of play wasn't of excellent standard and, it wasn't one of the better middle division teams being fielded. But, with a wind breezing through the huge gaps in the Eden Garden super structure and, the stadium looming in the background, it made for some nice half an hour plus of diversion. The sun was light and that was probably one of the reasons to see a lot of 'keep the scoreboard ticking' shots being played. A new thing I did notice was 'the huddle'. Earlier, the celebration was more sporadic and uncoordinated. It seems that the local teams have made the huddle a part of the ritual of celebrating the wicket. Then there was the gear - the quality of the gear has improved. I don't know how much money flows in through these games but the gear was certainly branded and, kept in decent shape. Or, perhaps it is due to the early stages of the season.

All around the Maidan, there will be various matches that will be played this season. Fortunes and careers will be made and unmade, teams will be reshaped and, the league will keep moving. What is reasonably tragic is that throughout the time I've seen this happen, the matches are generally bereft of an audience. Save for those who peer out into the field from moving vehicles or, those who are stuck at a traffic signal and are jolted by the sweet sound of a cricket ball being smacked by a willow. That "thwack" is good enough to carry across the field and that is possibly what gets the hanger-ons to the sidelines.

Cricket in winter, football in summer - the Maidan provides ample means of sports. And, it goes on irrespective of the political sloganeering happeining half a kilometer away near the Metro Cinema or, the rallies forming around the Strand Road approach. No pictures this time though. I was bit mesmerized with throwback memories to try and get a few pictures. And, come to think about it, what good is a 18-55mm lens when there's is this wide expanse of straw-gold, brown with wisps of green where sportsmen are running around trying to do best what they are good at. I don't really have enough talent to make a narrative out of that kind of a landscape. Probably I'll drop by this weekend and, try to take a few pictures. I guess I should hitch a ride on a tram too.

I had a relatively pleasant taxi ride back home on Sunday. By relatively pleasant I mean the lack of traffic, the general end-of-season -ness in the air and, the slightly distracting cool wind that drafted in and out through the windows which allows one to think thoughts in solitude and peace.

And, I thought about the project that we've been undertaking for the past couple of years.

When we did begin to draw up the scope or, vision about what we wanted to achieve it was mostly at the stage of "this should be done because it needs to be done". That is an ideal scratchpad to start with. And, it provided the impetus to go through repeated stages of iterations and prototypes each time enabling us to demonstrate potential if not capabilities. Along the way we played around with software development processes, workflows and the ability to measure our own success against our own remorseless benchmarks. When you don't specifically have anything to measure yourself against, the best possible way is to set a brutal and punishing schedule and hope to hell that you end up doing a stellar job. The trick is that while you are hoping to hell, you work diligently towards building up the nuts and bolts capabilities to indeed end up over-performing. Along side a few catastrophic and comical failures by the side, it did allow us to luxury of getting things done. And, it allowed us a tremendous joy - identifying and hiring what we can probably now say is a good team working in cadence towards getting things pushed out of the door in a remarkably well rounded way.

However, this wasn't what I was thinking about. I was thinking about how we've adopted and evolved the various software development processes to ensure that our work was more visible and much more 'smart'. In the early days it was along the lines of ensuring that we have smaller improvements to show. Now, when things have become a bit more mature and, there is actual consumption of services and tools - it has become imperative to adapt newer ways of achieving the same results - high quality of work with resultant high visibility. 

Visibility is a double edged game. It can make you feel like a deer in headlights or, it can make you feel like the one under the spotlight turning in a virtuoso performance. Which is why at each stage there has been debate about the upsides and more importantly how it affects the rhythm within the team. It hasn't been one of the happier moments when cadence was lost or, productivity took a hit. But I'd rather reflect on the wonderful times when things clicked together and came to produce results that were desired and above expectations.

Anyways, the sum total of the rambling so far was to elaborate on the fact that attempting to avoid ruminating excessively on the downsides of an equation and instead focusing on the positives/upsides does lead to a good result.

Two conditions : it has to be an Indian store and, it cannot be flipkart.com The latter because their inventory is limited and, limited mostly to the modern and movie/filmy stocks. The former because I want to pay in INR at reasonable rates and not a USD -> INR rates.

It seems ridiculously baffling that there isn't a store with a decent catalogue and search mechanism where I can order music. The only reasonably decent store is saregama but whoever designed their store needs to tied down to the chair and made to use it to purchase music in bulk. Additionally, why cannot they think of allowing their APIs to be used (if they have any that is) by nicely designed applications that enable purchase of music ?

The question still remains - where to go online to buy music ?

Last afternoon/evening was spent in the company of Indranil and Stephanie at the Barista on Park Street. There's nothing much to be said about the outlet except that they should have a method to control the stuffiness of the place if they don't want to switch on the air-conditioning. The excuse that all the ceiling fans are linked to a single switch and hence would cause discomfort just doesn't translate to a good design. The music was loud but at least it allowed a semblance of polite conversation. That was good enough.

What I did find alienating was the behavior of the floor staff of Westside at 22 Camac Street. An elderly gentleman was looking at the rack of jackets. You know the ones with the patch at the elbows. And, turns out that the ones they had on display had some issues with a proper fit or, fall. The on floor staff, when asked to check up the stock for a different size were impudent enough to say that they would actually do so if he was planning to purchase. I don't know the entire history of the interaction between the staff and this gentleman. But sure as hell this isn't a way to treat a customer. Not only do you end up pissing off the immediate customer, you end up creating a bad impression with the customers around and within an ear-shot of this incident. Simply unacceptable and ridiculous.

This inability to read a customer is something I've noticed at the Barista outlet too. The staff was ready to hustle me out of the shop till the time I had to mention that I was expecting company and, they better have some sense to expect more custom. Compare that with the all mushy couple on the other wall (I don't have anything much against them save the heavy PDA within a glass fronted showroom during afternoon) sharing a smoothie for half an hour. Either they regularly share a smoothie and are as permanent as furniture or, the staff were enjoying the show.

There ought to be a better way to train the floor personnel.