Oh No!!!....IT's here

Talking too much about the placement process on this blog will be sacrilege and I will definitely be held up for letting out the secrets :-)

This notwithstanding, it is common knowledge across institutes of management in this country that the summer placement process has already started or is about to start in various institutes. Common knowledge also includes the fact that the process generally followed in such placements is shortlisting of candidates and then the final selection, based on any combination of selection procedures (that might include interviews, group discussions, etc). What is not common knowledge, however, is that I do not want to do my summers in an IT company, not after having already tested the waters for two years in Infosys.

Agreed that Infosys is a great company and that there is a lot of opportunity in IT companies to just sit back, relax, do your little bit and get your big chunk...agreed that there will be quite a few eyebrows raised when I say that I do not want such a life, at least not for the next five years...perhaps later...agreed that my experience and profile suit best to a summers and final placement in one of the IT companies...but if at all I had wanted to do that, I could very well have continued to work in Infosys and never come to an IIM. The very reason for coming here was to learn something new and what is the use of learning that something new if I can not apply it?

Before coming to this place, I was not sure whether I will take up Marketing, Finance, or any other specialisation but I was sure of one thing...that I will not take up systems...even if that means getting less of a start when I pass out of IIMK. However, I do admit that I chickened out when the summers process started and we were supposed to show our interest for the different companies. With common sense telling me that my resume is not good enough to be shortlisted for Fin and Mark companies, I did apply to other companies which included...yes, you got that right...IT companies.

The best part of the whole thing is that inspite of all my hopes against hope, as the shortlists for the various companies start coming up, I realise that I am being shortlisted by the IT companies and though we are still waiting for the shortlists from the hard core Fin and Mark companies, somehow I feel that with the summers, I have already lost the first lap of the race against doing the same boring job all over again.

But then again, perhaps I am not looking at the other side at all. When I discount any IT company for my summers and final placement, what I don't realize is that even an IT company has to run, has to manage its finances, market itself...what I don't realize is that even in an IT company, pr perhaps more so in an IT company because of its ever increasing size and importance, there is a lot of scope for challenging work which I am actually seeking. I might not anticipate and yet be placed for summers in an IT company that gives me a finance or marketing project that may be better than the project that some one might handle in a core finance or marketing company. So, as is said, tomorrow is still uncertain and anything can happen...so here's being prepared for the worst and hoping for the best...

Anjaana...Anjaani...

What a tremendous experience! I truly believe it to be something which is of the once-in-a-lifetime types. In case anyone is wondering over what I am talking about, please refer to the song Anjaana...Anjaani from Yuva. I bet that you would have noticed Kareena Kapoor and Vivek Oberoi wearing life jackets, lying on a motor driven raft that is splashing across the waves of the ocean. We did this and much more.

Ravi had come in quite early for the party and he had to cool his heels in the office reception for quite some time. A delayed and short exit interview later, I was all ready for the long day. Bijon had made all the plans and made bookings for what is called the Catamaran dive (I am not sure if I have the spelling right). There were ten of us and apart from Bijon, who had had this experience earlier, all of us were pretty apprehensive and scared about the safety factor. Numerous attempts of chickening out later, we were all ready in our life jackets, looking as terrified as hens waiting to be slaughtered. The life jackets being worn out and torn at places did not help either.

Since we were the first customers for the day, we had to drag the raft from the shore to the sea. All ten of us, yes...all ten of us sat on the raft and two life-savers with their motor propeller and nothing else, started steering us towards the sea. The journey was exhilarating, to say the least, With water coming on the raft, or rather the raft going inside the water, it hardly seemed that we were on some structure above water...it was as if we were all being carried away by the waves to some unknown destination. That destination proved to be some two kms from the shore where, as one of the life savers smilingly admitted, the dept of water was some 500 meters.

The life jackets and the absolute confidence emitting from the life savers had emboldened us and all ten of us actually jumped into the deep sea, clinging for life to the rope tied to the boat. It was an amazing first few minutes and probably the scariest ones of my life. Panic was clearly written over all our faces, especially when we started to lie down on the water with our backs facing the sky. Soon after, however, we were able to control our bodies and lay in a more comfortable position with the sky above us and the water below...oh my God, absolutely heavenly. We were all scared and shouting at the top of our voices to keep the panic down but that was when we started. Ten minutes on the surface of the deep sea and we were all singing...Anjaana...Anjaani

This amazing experience was followed by two games of cricket, not too keenly contested but fun anyway. The fact that we played on the beach, with the running made difficult due to the sand, made the game all the more interesting. Before we noticed, it was already dark and time for us to take the showers and be prepared for the dinner. Dinner was at a new restaurant called ECR Dhabba...quite decent food and at a reasonable price, too. Bijon, Nitin and Sathish went out for some drinks as it was not available at the restaurant (pretty surprising, given it was a highway restaurant). This actually bugged me for some time, especially when we had to finally cancel the movie because of the delay and the fact that everyone was tired like anything.

I really had the time of my life and was so tired when I came home that I fell asleep before I had the time to change my clothes and locate the bed. Pradeep, our landlord came in the morning to give us the draft for the advance amount. He really is a nice guy, making it a point to come over and give the money himself so that we do not face any problems on our last day in Chennai.

Moving out

I have literally been running from pillar to post since the morning. With the HR finally giving me the separation form, I am now supposed to take the autographs of all the department heads at Infosys, Chennai. They are supposed to swear by the undisputed (???) truth that I have no dues pending with their respective departments. I have already had a good start, with four out of six departments in my kitty. I still have another two days to get the thing done with.

Tomorrow, I have to meet Sangeetha, HR head of Chennai Center of Infosys for the exit interview. This is actually a good process if at all, some one bothers to look at what comes out of it. I know that my case is not a norm but more of an exception. Generally, people who leave the company are either disgruntled, complaining employees, or those who have been shown rosy dreams by other companies. In my humble opinion, if the company does take the complaints of the out-going employees seriously, it is in deed a good exercise in introspection. As for the dreamy eyed ones, Infosys can certainly take a lesson on how to retain employees and know for sure exactly what it is that an employee wants from the company. I remember having read in the autobiography of Jack Welch (GE's ex-boss) that GE had a policy of actually making the managers accountable if any A-category employee left GE's services. The emphasis that GE put, even if only, on their top performers is as refreshing now as unconventional it was at that time.

I, for one, have planned to raise a few issues with Sangeeetha tomorrow regarding my experience in Infosys and have even written about the same in the exit interview form. I don't know if it is going to be of any use at all but no harm in trying is what I believe.

I plan to see 'Hum Tum' only when I am back home. There are some good reports about the movie and they couldn't have ruined 'When Harry met Sally' much, even if they tried to. With Saif and Rani doing the honors, I expect the best...anyways, more on that from home

Maa, I look so good, na?

When I was in school, they told me that I resemble Ajay Jadeja. I remember gloating on it because Jadeja was very popular among girls and if I did resemble him, I should be popular too...or so I thought. Unless the girls harbored secret feelings for me, I never got even the slightest hint of my popularity. At that time, I did not understand the reason for this distinction between Jadeja and me, I mean, both of us having the same (almost similar) face and all that. I knew the reason when I went to college and they compared me to Bhim Rao Ambedkar. In fact, for one whole month, they changed my nickname from Sheru to Bheema, as if that was going to make any difference.

To say the truth, I did get a little bogged down when they compared me to the father of the constitution (such great responsibility and all). Adding to this, the Varanasi water and climate cost me quite a lot of hair and my already prominent forehead became all the more shiny and glorious. That was when I left college to join Infosys and they welcomed me to the corporate world by saying that I resemble Mukesh Ambani (why not Anil, pray?). And thus I lived for one and a half years after joining Infosys, in the shadows of the great industrialist until one fine day. This fine day, we were having a project party and one girl (imagine, a girl!!!) from our project said that another friend of hers (also a girl :-)) had told her (why???) that I resemble Calvin. This one, dear friends, is the latest and is also one of the reasons for naming this site Mode C. For the information of all those zealous souls who are going to take this opportunity to study my picture and post comments about how it resembles someone, I have now decided not to take any more resemblances seriously. Unless there is a solid proof (pixel to pixel mapping, for instance), I am going to be Calvin (I really like his style, you know).

Going back to some facts, last night's experience was one that I would not forget easily. It was only yesterday when I was laughing about the incident at Prithesh's house in Gurgaon and joking with him about the seniors being blown over and here I was, being almost blown over myself the last night. I had decided to have dinner at office and was staying back for some time. I also needed to scan some photographs and talk to Abhijeet. The long and short of it is that I was in office at about 8:30 in the evening, talking to Abhijeet on the phone in the adjacent cubicle, when I saw Bijon talking to someone on my phone. He was indicating to me that the call was for me. I asked him to say that I was not there and he did that. I peacefully finished talking to Abhijeet in another 15 minutes and was about to leave office when Bijon dropped the bomb. He said that there was some Severity One issue with my project. I thought that he was joking and started laughing. The laugh, however, turned into a whimper (I could hardly hear myself) when he told me that the person on line was some Powell (some Powell??? that guy is the project manager at Microsoft, primary client contact for my project).

With the client calling offshore, it had to be a serious issue and when I checked my mail, I knew just how serious it was. It appeared that he had sent a mail yesterday morning at 5 regarding some severity one issue that he wanted fixed and which was actually stopping the site from launch. The mail was not copied to my Infosys Id and somehow, I missed it on my Microsoft Id. Nobody else was in today, Sankar and Sathish being on leave and Gomathi having just arrived in India. It also appeared that when he did not find any replies to his mail when he came in to office on his morning (after the working hours at offshore), he got really pissed off and sent a strongly worded mail and copied it to almost everyone at Infosys who is even remotely related to the Microsoft account (and that included a lot of senior people). I even got calls from the account manager in US on the issue. It took me 3 hours of conference calls with locations in Chennai and US to finally solve the issue and soothe the ruffled feathers. I am expecting a follow-up today and a big blood bath with some sacrificial goats (hope I am not one of them :( )

The latest mail on the fresher alumni meet says that *quote Dress Code is casual bordering on formal *unquote. Now what the hell am I supposed to make of that??

The last salute before goodbye

I finally got my official release date: June 4. Suresh, the Delivery Manager who had to officially accept my resignation, was out of town for the past two weeks. He came back on Monday and I went to see him last evening. He was very professional, as expected and did not waste too many words in the discussion (I had not expected any delay, either). He talked about the feedback that he has received about me from my colleagues and my manager. He sounded quite sincere when he said that people have told him and he himself feels (he does know me by name and face) that I have had a good track record of technical and communication expertise, and I do take initiatives...this was when his voice broke and gave me the hint that he is just saying what he would have told all others who would have resigned from his department earlier. He was just repeating stuff for the sake of it, but I think even that is good, decent and as professional as one could expect.

One of the interesting things about yesterday's conversation was that Suresh asked me to get back to him anytime for a referral letter if at all I decide to come back to Infosys after passing out from IIMK. I took the offer at its face value and said thanks to him and came back. Ravi, my project mate who is going to IIMA, actually suggested that we should ask him for a referral or a recommendation letter straight away, even before leaving Infosys, but somehow I don't agree. I think that there is still a lot of time before I decide on what I want to do after passing out of IIMK. Also, Suresh is in a position at Infosys (he might be another couple of steps, long ones though, from the Board of Directors) where he won't obviously be leaving the company in a hurry. I can keep in touch with him and ask for the favor/referral if and when required.

Another thing that was in the pipeline got some clarity today. I (like all others of my batch who have joined the e-group for IIMK) received a mail from Prashant, my senior at IIMK about the alumni-freshers meet. The Chennai meet is scheduled on the 29th at The Chola Sheraton. Now, I am confused after hearing about the venue. On reason is that it is the sea-food restaurant at Chola Sheraton (the restaurant is called Saagari) that is mentioned as the venue, and I don't know if, being a vegetarian, I am ready for the Kerala cuisine yet. The other reason is the ambience and reputation of the place which is quite formal. If I remember right from my past experience at Chola Sheraton, this place is quite a decent hotel (a three or five star one) and I hardly saw anyone in casual attire during my last few visits to the place. The question, therefore, is the question of more than a penny worth. Is this meet going to be a formal affair, one of the first that we might be expected to attend as a part of being groomed (???) as an MBA? I know that the alumni are all going to be there but in the case of IIMK, they are all quite young and hardly out of B-school. Do we still need to be in our light colored full-sleeved shirt, dark trousers mode (more on a psychological than literal level) when we go to this meet next Saturday?

In the meanwhile, there is still no news of the stock options for which I have already sent the exercise request and completed the fund transfer. I am actually getting worried over the thing because it involves quite a big amount of money and I don't want to goof up here. I tried calling up the concerned department in Bangalore but can not find the person at her desk, not even after 10 attempts since the morning. I have sent a mail to the HR people about my concern and have been waiting patiently for their reply ever since...nothing, so far.

Where do I start???

I don't know if I can spell confusion without confusion, I am so high-strung right now. Sankar (my colleague) called up in the morning to tell me that there might be some duty charged on the laptop that Gomathi (the onsite coordinator for my project) is going to bring for me from the US. The problem is that no one is really sure as to what the reality is. No one knows for sure if there is any duty and even if there is, how much it is. I personally feel that there will be some duty but ultimately, even if I combine the duty with the US price of the laptop, it will still be cheaper than any laptop that I buy in India (even after the bulk rate discount applicable if I buy along with the other IIMK students of my batch)

I need to do so many things and close so many issues before I finally leave Chennai that it has actually started to give me headaches in the middle of the night. I get up, all in sweat (not just due to the humid Chennai climate), and start (or rather continue) thinking about so many things. I still don't know what I will be doing with Abhijeet's stuff that is lying in the flat. I still have to see the doctor regarding Abhijeet's mother. I still have to finalize my travel plans from Chennai (although I have the tickets booked, I haven't heard a word from HR on the release date).

My Delivery Manager (the person who is going to give me the release order) is still in the US and is expected in Chennai only the next week. I need to find out Interior Designing course options for my sister in Pune. I still have to pack my things and make an inventory of all the stuff that I need to dispose off before leaving the flat. I also need to find out a new tenant for the flat who can come over immediately after I leave (so that my house owner pays me back the advance as soon as possible). There are so many things to do and I really don't know where and how to start...

Of emails and lappie

A fine day it was turning out to be, right till the wee hours of the evening and I was just about to escape the tingling (why in the whole world, tingling???) sensations of yet another day at office when out of a corner of my desktop, popped up an EMAIL. What a demon this can be, especially on days when you least expect it (well, also on days when you expect it the most and it fails to make an appearance) and out it comes in all its glory to give you a taste of reality. And so it turned out to be in my case, when the email confirmed what I had been dreading.

The production launch of my final project at Infosys was scheduled for Monday morning US time and so, I had no option but to cool my heels in the office till late hours in the night. I was supposed to provide support to my onsite coordinator and solve any technical glitches, if they came, during the launch process (God only knows what excuse I would have come up with for my inability to solve any glitches, technical or otherwise). What I actually did do turned out to be diametrically opposite (well, not really diametrically...even by my high standards, I did manage to get some work done, too…)

Ever since IIMK decided that it was going to commit the sin, the ultimate mistake of inviting me in to the resort party at Kozhikode, I have been thinking of buying a laptop. Like everyone else, I was willing to be led in the herd by some helpful senior herdsmen (or women, for that matter) and buy the lappie (registered copyright name for my would-be laptop...don't any of you dare to copy it.....copiers will be reprimanded, warned, threatened, and then prosecuted/eliminated) once I reach IIMK.

However, perhaps as a reward for my staying late in office, one of my colleagues told me that there is no import duty on laptops and I can get a very good deal in US if I am willing to get my lappie from there. Lo and behold, I was on phone with Gomathi, my onsite coordinator, cajoling her with promises of a good treat and warnings of a late and below par Return On Investment (look at this, seniors, I am already into the terminology). I, Gomathi and Sankar, my colleague here who had the audacity to suggest something (buying lappie from US) to me in the first place, started ravaging the internet for any and all information regarding laptops. I found a Toshiba model with a suitable configuration (P4, 512 RAM, 60 HDD, 4 USB ports, DVD/CD RW Combo, Wi-Fi enabled) and asked Gomathi to get more info on that and buy it if she feels it is good enough to be the lappie of the future manager (hee hee).

Another plus of the night out was the chance to chat with so many of my friends in US who are toiling their heads off in the pursuit of degrees like MS and PhD (man, after four years of engineering, am I scared of these acronyms!!). I told them about the plans for the Bangalore get together that we are planning for our Ceramics batch of '02. So many of us, after two years of work experience, are now going on different tracks that it will be very difficult to meet up again in such huge numbers (about 10 people are expected to attend the Bangalore meet this weekend and considering the total strength of our batch being 29, 10 is as good as it will ever get). Animesh might be going onsite for about two years, I will be going to IIMK, Dasa will be going to SP Jain (he will not be present in the meet, however). I have my tickets all booked and am really hoping for a nice time in Bangalore before saying a final adieu to all my dear friends…

Introspections of an idle mind

The mind wanders...although it is not yet time to introspect on my past two years with Infosys, that's the direction my mind has been taking whenever it decides to go for a stroll. This stroll thing has been happening more and more frequently now, what with me getting away from office at a decent time (not the usual 9 or 10 PM slots any more, thankfully) and getting loads of time to let my mind go wherever it wants to.

When I started with Infy two years back, the thought that I had was to try to develop a contact base. I seemed to have an idea that the more people I am going to have in my group, the more interactions I have with my colleagues, the happier I will be. Traditionally, I have neither been an introvert, nor an out-and-out extrovert. To my loss, I decided to change myself for the beginning of my professional career. I became a loud mouthed extrovert who cracked jokes on others' expense and tried a little too hard to be the life of the party. The things were going fine and I did not feel the pinch, not until one fine day, when I found myself isolated and marooned on an island where my own jokes started to haunt me.

So many things happened to me that I lost count of reality. I thought I had found my best friend, I thought I lost him. I thought that I can be happy only if there are people around, I thought that I don't need anyone...hell, I even thought that I was in love...and all this just because I could not cope with the changes that I, myself, had intentionally brought about in me. In the end, it all came to naught and thankfully so.

Thanks to some heartbreaks and receiving some tough talking from others and later from myself, too, I could finally see the path. Whether the path is right or not, I still haven't found out. By the time I had decided how I am going to get back to my old self, I was actually denied the chance. All my friends, the entire gamut of people for whom I had changed myself had left me alone, some leaving my life intentionally (getting tired of me) and some simply had to go.

With IIMK looming large ahead and a new set of people with whom I am going to interact, I just wonder what is going to happen. Will the old me appeal to these people? Worse still, am I, in asking this question, again trying to change myself? Do I come across as someone else when I talk/chat to my new friends? Even if it is true, shouldn't I come across as such a person in spite of what I really am, considering that this is a B-school that I am going to join? So many questions and hardly any answers...

Closing of a chapter

One more chapter of my life closes today. I formally resigned from my job at Infosys just a few minutes back and believe it or not, I can not feel any difference. It is not just because I still have to drag myself in every morning for the next 20 odd days to office. It is not just because I will have to slog in office for some more days. And above all, it is certainly not because I am tired of people asking me about my interview experience at IIMK. It is just that I don't seem to get that enthusiasm going in me. It doesn't look like a big change to me...well, at least not yet. From reports by seniors and others who 'know', life at IIMK is going to be a real challenge as far as taking time out to sleep is concerned. Malini, one of my would-be class mates, says that she is trying to compensate by lazing around at her home this entire month and even the next. But at the same time, Prashant, one of the other guys who are leaving Infosys to join IIMK, wants to utilize this time in brushing up on accounting fundamentals...

As for me, I am certainly not going to study, despite what chimpx (why the x, though?) says about being ahead of the competition on Day Zero. I believe that there will be Days 1 to 365 to worry about that (it is another matter, however, that I may not worry about it even then) and a lot of other things. And the other thing, sleep, is also not within my grasp right now. Most probably, it never will be. For the next few days, at least till June 4 when I actually pack my bags and leave Chennai, it is going to be work for me. When I reach home, too, it will be pretty hectic with so many relatives and friends pouring in to see me for one last time (it really scares me to see the way they are treating this...my going to IIMK...as if it is my death knell or worse still, as if I am getting married).

Having volunteered for moderating the e-group of the 2006 IIMK batch, I really don't know what I am supposed to do. It is not that I know something that the seniors don't. At best, I might be at par with the average guy who is going to join IIMK this year, with a number of queries of his own. But I guess that Karan (the e-group owner and Student Council Coordinator at IIMK) must have had some purpose for that so I think that I will have to wait till he decides to let us lesser mortals know of our real purpose (aka Morpheus in The Matrix)...

IIMK...here I Come

What a day, what a day, and even if I repeat myself yet again, what a day...because it has been exactly that...what a day. I got through IIM Kozhikode first list and am all set to join the hallowed portals of an IIM in about two months from now. It is a strange feeling, refusing to sink in even now, though it has already been hours after the result came on the net today morning. I guess the best part was the surprise package that the IIMS threw. 

Only the results of IIMs Bangalore and Lucknow were expected to be released today but surprisingly, all the IIMs came out with their results and it was a riot. With results pouring in every half an hour, I had a hard time waiting. And then I got a call from my room-mate, Puneet, telling me that K results have come. (He made it to L though he missed out on B and K) I was so apprehensive that I almost stopped myself from opening the site but with all my colleagues looking from their desks in the cubicle, I finally dared to enter my registration number on the results page. And lo and behold! there it was. Congratulations! and that was all I needed. I almost whooped up ..well not almost..did really whoop up with joy and in a matter of seconds, half of my wing knew that there was something good that had happened with somebody in the corner cubicle.

Ravi, one of the people in my project, got through IIMs A,B, L and K and missed only C (which he could not convert) and I (for which he did not have a call). Well, that's what I call quality, but no, I am not cribbing. I am happy and satisfied with what has been given to me and I am sure that I have it in me to make the most of this and not only have a blast at IIMK but also make my stay there very, very fruitful. High hopes, eh? What say, seniors???

Responsibility to what? To whom?

With great power comes great responsibility...that's what Peter Parker's Uncle Ben told him hours before he was shot by a robber. It did not take long for Peter to ask the obvious question: Responsibility to what? To whom? I guess he got the answer, too. He transformed into the messiah of the downtrodden and avenger of the common man, a character we all know as SpiderMan. I was just wondering, however, if it is all related to comics and the world of make-believe alone. Can we really try to ignore such things in our practical life and still be able to live with it? I learnt the hard way that we can not.

Infosys is certainly a strange place to work in. Perhaps it is not just Infosys (to be fair), but all other software (or even other) companies as well. Regardless, the amount of power wielding and the yielding to power that you see in Infosys is surely something that has opened my eyes and opened them wide. There is a hierarchy at the work place that is invisible and yet very potent. You can go into your boss's cabin any time of the day but you can not really say something first and think later.

Your boss can come and say something to you and even though you want to protest and say 'No' to him in an assertive way (as taught in so many of those mundane HR Lectures), you can not really do so. At the back of your mind, you know that his demand of your time is reasonably fair, considering that you are hardly doing anything for the project for which you are currently being billed. But after you have said the 'Yes' to him and come back to your desk, all defeated and pensive, you seem to realize that you have just agreed to work for free!

I guess that this is what they call life and its compromises. I know I sound a little too melodramatic but that's the way I am feeling right now. The fact that the new project, to which I do not belong and yet have to 'help', is a documentation project does not help either..

Freedom in chains??

Sometimes I really wonder...Is freedom really free? The types of costs associated with freedom make it such a coveted possession that the very freedom of freedom comes under the shadow of doubt. Why I wonder thus, you may ask. When I was preparing for JEE, I had one nice thought in my mind which always used to drive me and that was to aim at a peaceful future where I will have the freedom to choose the way I want to shape my own life.

I used to earnestly believe that an IIT education (or an IT education, as in my case) will help me reach just that position. Infosys has indeed been a revelation, however. I had heard long tales of people putting in long hours at work in IT industry but I always used to pass it off as their lack of competence or their absolute dearth of choice. I had none, I believed, that was till I joined Infosys. I have spent so man night outs (as we call them) here that it is really difficult to talk of freedom and my job in the same breath. The reason why I am cribbing right now is that yesterday was another such night out, and no, it was not because I lacked competence. It was not because I did not have a choice. In fact, I had my Spiderman novel all lined up.

The Global Delivery Model, as envisaged by Infosys and other IT gurus does not work so well if you have an Onsite Offshore ratio of 1:5. The offshore team does need to provide support if there is a single person at Onsite working on a User Acceptance Testing Set Up. Similarly, the onsite person does need to stay awake at nights if there are some critical issues that need to be discussed over the phone and can not be really discussed over the email. This model, though very useful for the people who matter (the client and the company), does not really serve its purpose if you consider all stakeholders.

To cut the long story short, I went home yesterday, or rather today, at about 3 AM and all the way home, I was thinking the dark thoughts that I have put above. But I do tend to forget some things whenever I have these dark thoughts. One such thing in this case has been the time I came to office today..2 PM. Justice, what?