Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Understanding people - The adidas way

“Welcome to adidas sir, how may I help you?” My first day as a management intern at adidas Bangalore office started very differently from what I expected. Growing up in a typical middle class Indian family, adidas was an aspirational brand. I still remember my first pair of sports shoes, Reebok, a brand that was almost synonymous with the Indian cricket team.  It’s funny how we associate brands with certain people or sports or even emotions. MRF was the only sticker I would put on my cricket bat because Sachin had it on his. It made me feel different, it made me feel empowered, it made me feel good about myself… today was one such day! This was real now; I was working with the brand.

An interesting aspect of an organisation is its induction process. Each mentor has his own way of guiding his mentee, of showing him the ropes. On my first day, I had a long discussion with my mentor, about everything but business. We talked about everything from my primary school to graduation; my journey from theatre to a voice over artist; from being an engineer to a salesman. I tend to get animated when I talk. I sensed he was reading me, trying to understand the difference between the projected self and the real me and I was okay with it. I was and have always been, all in!

He was an intern in a world renowned firm once, but it gave him nothing more than a brand name on his CV. My project, he said, would be tangible, measurable and mutually beneficial. “At the end of these two months you’ll know how the Indian retail sports industry works”.

The only way to understand sales is to understand the customer, and there’s no better way to do that than going into the field and getting your hands dirty. There, I had my induction and my first assignment. “A customer is walking into your door all by himself. All you need to do is understand him, his requirement, and instead of selling him a product, give him a solution. A happy customer will return and will ask for you specifically. He may even recommend you to his friends; also when you sell a solution, your units per transaction increase!” my retail associate buddy said and winked.

Every customer is a new story; every conversation is a new beginning, and every interaction teaches you more about the human psychology than you can possibly grasp out of Sigmund Freud books.

This Internship is turning out to be much more than just work. The most vital asset of any organisation is its people. I met some of the most wonderful people from varied backgrounds here, passionate about their work, passionate about their sports. All of whom have had much to contribute to me and to the growth of this place every day.

As far as my assignment was concerned, here is my certificate :)

Proud owners of Reebok Pump(centre), Retail associate-Amith (Right), and me
@Indira Nagar, Reebok Fit Hub store, Bangalore, India.


The battle is over, not the war. There is much to learn. They say a place takes its time to make you one of its own. adidas doesn’t seem to believe in such clichés. A customer walked in today and I effortlessly initiated a new story, “Welcome to adidas sir, how may I help you?”



Thursday, May 9, 2013

Day Dreams And Coffee Beans!

"Find what you love and let it Kill you!"

How often do we find people who have actually found the true purpose of their lives? How often do we come across somebody who needs no motivation in life...and how often do we meet people who inspire the crap out of us by sheer passion of their own subject!

It’s rare! ...very rare!
My general observation is that majority of us spend almost entire lives trying to find that "Thing".
Some of us come close and find something that makes us happy and stick to it. Some of us fail miserably. But most of us just give up. I assume it must happen around the time when we have more fat on our bellys and less hair on our heads.

What is there to prove anyway...And to whom!

Supposing you have 80 years to live , and you spend 40 years doing something you know isn’t the thing you are made to do…I can only assume it must be frustrating.

A guy I met the other day told me that an average man over indulges in something he tends to like only to lose the attraction quicker. While explaining he asked me if I liked chocolates, “of course” I replied, “who doesn’t like chocolates!” He asked me if my father indulged in chocolates as much as me and if my grandfather indulged at all. “The Research” reveals that when you eat chocolate your brain releases the same chemicals it does when you are in love. So you want it more. You eat more and you want it even more…over indulgence causes you to get neutralized with the chemicals and you can’t feel a thing after that. Done! You don’t want chocolates anymore. Osho has a similar theory!
“You should be able to eat the chocolate with the same pleasure a kid does even if you are 80!” He said

Not that I agreed completely with the metaphor, but it does make sense. I recently made a playlist full of songs I have cherished and worshiped and sung and heard and could hear over and over again…. I thought! And I did...For almost a month I think... I still have the playlist in my cell...but it certainly isn’t in my ‘Recently Played’ tab! I am sure the songs are still great…musically enriching, divine...Just that I am over it.

Does this mean we should keep control over all our indulgence so that we can maintain the charm?
 Who cares! So what if the charm is gone? So what if the thing I loved the most is just another thing for me now??!! This external world is only for us to indulge….and to take from, I am sure I’ll run out of breaths before I can run out of things to over indulge and to get bored of! I hope.


And while exploring the world around us, separating the ‘To Keep’ from ‘To Throw Away’ there’s a tiny chance of you coming across that “THING”. Indulge how much ever you want...it will still be “The Thing”!
 If you do find it...You’re lucky...if you don’t, your life has been one heck of a journey anyway. Cheers!

My life so far has only been a series of discoveries…of what I have loved…and what I have loved more...or less. ‘This could be THE thing …This is just one of those things types’. None has transformed into something special. Something that will make the clock run its ass off. Something that is the inspiration of all my day dreams…and is the reason for all the coffee beans spilling all night long!

I have decided I am not going to worry much over ‘where my life is headed etc’.  

Que Sera Sera!










Monday, October 12, 2009

Beauty full of memories!!

He took a deep breath and put the bunch of roses by her side. The sweet odour struck him. He looked around, wondering if anyone could help him...

Football match, his team playing, number 31 on his jersey... He remembered the final goal, the triumphant music, the noise of the stadium and her eyes. All the awards...all the support she gave him... He never told her how glad he was that she believed in him. Although it was the perfect moment...

The image of the wedding party stood before his eyes. She was there, her red dress, her dark hair. She really was a looker. He loved her very much. They danced all night. Mechanically, he started murmuring a melody from that day...

A chill of cold wind returned him back to life. His hands were very cold. It was so cold and so calm. Winter. She liked winter. She would go skating and playing snowballs with him. He remembered how they sat by the fire, clinging to each other, drinking hot chocolate. He felt warmth inside, almost the taste of chocolate on his lips....

Someone gave a slight cough. His memories interrupted. He looked before him - there was she. Dressed in white. Her hair was done the way he liked it. He wanted to touch her, but someone said it was not proper. It was the 26th of December, the day she loved so much, their 43rd anniversary. He put the red roses by her side, and, bowing to her, whispered, "You have still got the looks, I love you so much."

In a few minutes they closed the coffin....





Saturday, October 3, 2009

Bullets...Guns...and Cocain!!

you dont kno wht it feels like to wake up to the same dream every day
its like a splinter in your head...
lodged forver....mind numbing pain
never knew wht it felt like until THEN!!!

every morning when i look into the mirror..
i dont see my self
the walls on the other side arent familiar either

evrything i owned back then was bought with BLOOD money
the television,the showcase,the sofa...even the food tht i ate..evry bit of it

and i did away with all that..
everything but food
food sustains life...
and life is precious
smart ppl always value it the most
they never mattered to me
the ones who did.....wer shot dead!!

THEY CALL HIM THE FAT LUCKY BASTARD
HAS ESCAPED TWO ATTEMPTS ON HIS LIFE..
THEY SAY HE REFUSES TO HAVE BODY GUARDS
HUH...ONE FAT PRETENTIOUS LUCKY BASTARD
NOT THIS TIME..

that day my precision failed me
it cost me my reputation
one mistake and a lifetime of misery
but nothing lasts forever..
especially misery!
its amazing how a bullet can end a life and its miseries

one shot gone wrong and i am smoking cartons
it makes my hands shiver
in this trade,perfection cant have a tremble
but i am smoking now...y??....you wud kno if u wer me..

i lived a life of bloodshed...guts...and glory..
i had everything then...
EVERYTHING that matters.....
NOTHING TO ME NOW!!

sanity kept in..
i never had courage to..pull the trigger on my self
but desperation often drives a man to the brink of insanity
and i am desparate to set the things right
one last job and then .....its OVER!!

ITS AMAZING HOW A BULLET CAN END A LIFE AND ITS MISERIES!!!

Monday, March 24, 2008

Anyway

okkay its been time tht my so called blog "dddrunk" is empty, and no i wasnt busy doing anything sane,nor was thinking about the eternal truth or some crap like 'who are we?? and wht the hell are we doing here??are we alone??? ' , i wasn't ill,i wasnt isnt and i hope will never be dumped by my galfriend but mind you its not that i didnt give it a shot..i sat on the computer several times saying to myself tht theres no way tht i am going to get up without writing anything...but i did and i am still not sure i if am ever gonna be able to "complete " a single blog!!
to defend myself i have quite a few reasons..
first of all..i dunno wht this "blog" thingy means... the word blog doesnt exist for my dictionary!! strange huh!!
secondly the loads of enthusiasm with which i opened this account and gave it the name tht it has...i seriously didnt kno wht went into it!
to clear a few things this blog is not about boozing..alcohol to me till date is an alien thingy (max to max i can tell the molecular formula..but i wont becoz thtd be lame)
thirdly i didnt hv better things to do so i preferred doin the worse ones
fourthly i hv to publish whtever i write today
fifthly fourth one is not a reason
sixthly neither is the fifth one

so anyway...


anyway