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Rain Rain Go Away

Rain. It was invented in the UK you know. But as with so many great British inventions in the past, other countries took our ideas and made them bigger and better.

Monsoon season has officially struck India, and we’ve gone from lazy sunny days to lazy rainy days. It’s been non-stop torrential rain for the last 72 hours. It’s like mother nature is attempting to dump the entire Indian Ocean over Chennai.

See, if I wanted rain – I’d have stayed back in the UK.

Chennai is now looking a lot like Venice with most of the roads being turned into great canels. For actual real life proof check chennai monsoon photos (opens in a new window).

Earlier on this month I told the world that I have a new love in my life. Now I know I caused distress and devistation to women around the world when I made these comments, so I thought it’s about time I put them out of their misery and come clean about this new love.


It’s amazing stuff. I drink it all the time now. Until I came to India I never touched it, ever. But now, being in India I decided to go a bit crazy and do things that I’ve never done before (such as eating that McChicken sandwich from McDonalds the other day), and drinking coffee is one of them.

Yeah, I know I’m being completely reckless, and some people are beginning to wonder where will all this crazyness will lead. A new hair style? Buying a T-shirt from a non-chain shop with a slightly edgy slogan on it? Buying a pair of non-branded trainers? Coming up with some jokes that don’t involve sex? Surely that will make me a changed man.

OK, I’ll pull my tongue out of my cheek now :~)

At the moment, I’m suffering (altogether now, Awww!) from a terrible cold. Once again, if I wanted a cold, I’d have stayed in the UK! Jeez.

A lot of the Agriya office is down with it at the moment, especially amongst the group of people that I work most closely with. All my freshers had it, my webmasters had/got it and Aravind has it too.

Thank God for paracetamol though! The worst thing about colds is the constant drip drip of mucus from your nose and coughing up all the phlegm as your body gets rid of all the nastiness. Yummy!

Finally, yesterday we had loads of candidates in the office as we gave a presentation on our newest business venture. The candidates are required to go out and about in Chennai and gather certain data and record it in digital format. The more data they collect the more they get paid. If they go all out, they can probably earn around Rs 4000 in a week – which is about £40. This is pretty good money in India though.

That’s enough rambling from me now. I just wrote this to put off some stuff that I really have to do but really don’t have the motivation to do. But I guess now it has to be done…


Is Someone Having a Giraffe?!

Who’s smart idea was it to work 14 hour days?! I want a quiet word with them about it. Possibly using a large stick to make my point.

My current working day consists of getting up at 9am (oh, woe is me I hear you all saying, but just listen, ok?), getting into the office for 10am, training up the programmers from 10am till 2pm – and they need a lot of intensive hands on training at the moment.

At 2pm, we have a shift change and the designers come in for their fresher training where I’m teaching the same things to different people.

At 6pm, the designers leave and I go and deal with my webmasters who report back any problems they’ve had throughout the day and let me know about any sales and support that needs to be addressed. I spend an hour working with them on anything that needs to be done.

Then Aravind, one of the owners of Agriya will contact me and ask me how the content is coming on for the new Agriya corporate website (he figures hey, we have a Englishman in the office, we may as well exploit his language skills for free! Who said slave labour is dead?).

Half way through writing Agriya’s content, a client from latin America will come online and inform me of the latest bugs and errors he’s found in the software he’s purchased, some of which would require me to drop everything and address these issues.

Often these issues need to be compiled into a report to be sent to the full time developers for them to take care of the next day.

Around 11pm we’ll leave the office, get back home, have some food, then it’s back on the computer to plan the training program for the next day for the freshers.

I finally get to switch the computer off between 1am and 3am.

So, hopefully now you realise that when I say I get up at 9am, it is a big deal!

I also want to point out to anyone that knows me personally, that even though I’m in India, I will be returning home just as white as I left London due to working every hour Muruga (he’s the local God in these parts) sends…and I will probably be returned as freight if Aravind’s mother has her way. Apparently there is a slight language barrier so that the words “no more food, I’m full” is translated into “please pile 4 more deep fat fried pancake type things on to my plate and please do take a seat and sit and watch expectantly while I eat”.

hmm. I love rants. Am I fishing for sympathy in this post?

…hell yeah! (I’m counting on you guys to provide it!)

Oh, in other news, here’s a picture of my freshers that I’m teaching.

They are all about my age, and university leavers.

* Having a giraffe is Cockney rhyming slang for having a laugh. giraffe / laugh. Gedit?