Rolls-Royce plc round up

Hello to all the dudes. And love to all the girls who have been visiting this page everyday for the past 1 month. Well all your wishes have come true. I am here.

I am done with my project... for now atleast. Within 4 weeks, it ll come back knocking on my door.. like those seniors knocking on our door in the induction week in your college, to wake us up at 4:30 for little firangiri.

After almost an age and a half, I slept for 10 straight hours. I woke up to a huge breakfast. Slept again. Took a bath, more than a record 25 minutes. Slept again. Woke up for a heavy lunch. And now I am here. Sitting outside my room facing the terrace, enjoying the warmth of the Sun and the chill of the evening air, and thanking God for inventing Wi-Fi.

The funny thing about this post is that I was supposed to write it last month, when my last assignment got over. But I slept then, because I was sleep deprived. Once the weekend after the busy schedule gets over, you never get time to do anything. Now this may seem to be a usual workaholic cliche. But in this case, its not.

Heard professionals whine about scarcity of time and lack of sleep? Well, those guys have 40 hours a week... We at Rolls-Royce plc, although have the same billing hours, we work for more than 70 hours a week! More hours also mean more deliverables, more challenges and more targets! And that is why we have training every 4 weeks. Compared to my life, the normal life that other software professionals live around the country live is Disneyland. And this crib is in line with my philosophy - What I do is more difficult than what you do! :-P

So all those guys who are mad at me for not being able to comment on their blogposts, I rest my case.

But this isnt a crib post, this post is a feel good post... feel good for YOU that is! But seriously, Rolls-Royce isn’t all about hard work... umm.. it is actually.. But its majorly RR- Repair & Design division who has it so bad, but then they get to work abroad, proving Timberlake's age-old line of thought- "what goes around comes back around" :P

I have a stack of unread Economic times on my table that I plan to read. I have been collecting them since a week now. Last week, I didnt really get the time.
Today, after my bath, I cut my nails. It took me only 10 minutes. Believe me you, I had been planning when to cut them all week. After I was done, I wondered, why was I actually planning a thing this trivial?! Then I realised, its all about priorities.. Its always a tradeoff...

What do I do? Should I read that article I had been planning to or should I shave my 3 day old stubble? Should I sleep for another 20 minutes or research on that assignment. Should I read the newspaper or work on that ppt slide? Should I study over the weekend or join the folks over for a trip to Kasauli? Everything, you see, is a tradeoff..

But its not always bad. Sometimes I choose a trip to Kasauli(a hill station near Shimla) over working. And its great fun... Come to think of it, even reading and studying and working on projects isnt too bad. Actually its kinda fun. You have to be creative and different from your peers. There isnt anything thats right or wrong, there are just different ways of doing it.

Now for example, this is something that I plan to work on - "The ratio in which the fairer sex checks itself out in the mirror, compared to the male, when presented with an opportunity"

You will be amazed by how nerdy I am gonna sound for the next para or so. I can already see the girls who used to hide behind trees to have a glimpse of me turning their laptops off. But dont. Listen to this.
The other day, in the 15 minute break that we get between serial working hours, I was having coffee, resting my already tired body, tired beacuse of attending 4 telecons on the trot, against the wall facing the door of the building. For the RR guys who are reading this post, the building I am talking about is 'Thomas Edison'. (yeah we name our place of work with some nerdy names, not my school of thought). This is a centrally AC building. It has reflective glass doors. The ones that allow the people inside the building to see the ones who are outside, but not vice-versa.

So I was standing opposite to the door. One door was open, the other was closed. As people entered the building I noted that they looked at the close door. Some just look, some touch their hair. But something was peculiar about this. The girls did this more. I was confused for like a minute. But then the coffee kicked in. I realized they are looking at their own reflection in the glass door.

I got half of my team to stand with me and predicted who will look to the left (the girls) and who wont (the guys). Well, needless to say, it was a rage. I declared that only girls look at the mirror when presented an opportunity. Foreign girls go out of their way to look at their image. Some of them actually stop and pose and stuff! Well guys dont look at themsleves. But this notion was ruined by the French and the Italian hunks who entered the building and not only looked at themselves but also fixed their hair. I am in the International Relations committee of RR and know these guys by their first names and nationalities. My next aim to find which part of what country they belong to. Btw, some Indian guys also looked at themselves as they entered. We now exercise caution against them. :P

Taking this research forward (yes, I am taking this very seriously) I conducted the same research in the break after the morning lecture. It turns out that lesser people looked at their reflection. So now I am very interested.

I want to conduct a full fledged research on this. Any corporate house interested in sponsoring this research (inclusive of the coffee bills) can contact me.

What good is this research gonna bring to the society you ask?

Well, due to the varied sample size - we can understand the impact of different cultural attributes on the behavior of the masses of different regions of the world and the different ways in which this impact manifests itself.

I have learnt in my 4 months of Design training that your answers to stupid questions must be more than 3 lines in length and equally stupid.

Anyway, I have solved the purpose of this post, which was to clean the webs hanging off its ceiling and treating you guys to some quality (?) blogging. Now that I saved the day, I should go off to my 3rd short nap of the day (I am making some kinda record here).

Thanks & Regards, (something I learnt here)
Chaitanya