My company has been trying to hire developers in India for the past 6 months and it has been an interesting experience. The no-brainer option is to go the IITs or the top 20 schools in India and pay top dollars for the brightest candidates. This is also the easy one since everyone can do that and it results in ridiculous escalation in salaries. Last year I read somewhere that for the first time a fresh graduate from IIT Bombay received a 6 figure offer. In US dollars!! Additionally small companies like mine stands no chance to get entry into the campus interview schedule. They would interview us and reject us as not worthy of hiring their students!!
The harder strategy is to sift through a pool of candidates, invite over ten candidates to select just one. It is not easy. Again everyone else is also doing exactly this. Just this week some company in Chennai offered nearly 80% more in salary to one of my candidates!!
Anyway, today, I was talking to this candidate, to whom by the way we ended up making an offer, during lunch. I asked him about his background and he mentioned he was from Nellore, two older brothers, a retired dad, and a home maker mom. It seems he is a budding author and likes writing stories and has written 5 in Telugu and 1 in English. He also volunteered the information that the story in English is a thriller going by the title Q.
No jokes. Just the letter Q.
When I asked him if he has published his stories anywhere, he shook his head regretfully. I suggested using Google and posting his stories in a blog. He did not like this since he feared that others would read his stories and steal it!! Dude does not know how hard it is to get people to read your posts, much less steal it.
In fact, I say, please steal my posts. In fact I will give top dollars for you to steal it!!
I assured him that once he gets people to read it and he becomes famous there are still 25 other English alphabets waiting to be written up as stories, so he should not be too worried about losing one of them.
When his turn came to ask a question he wondered if I was married and when I answered with an affirmative, he promptly hid a smile.
Naturally I asked him - what's up? To which he replied I looked very cheerful.
I asked him what was wrong with that. He replied that one could look at a person's face and see the beaten look of a married man and also figure out who wears the pants in the house!!
I, it seems did not fit that profile since I seemed happy and confident.
Funny guy, smart guy, I guess he is bound to remain a bachelor.
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This has morphed from a blog about the books I have read and probably liked to just a place to air my views, describe my travels, and recount various anecdotes in my life.
4 comments:
Wow Raag Wow ! I am catching up on your blogs after a while. I can't believe you are this social animal now...boasting about your happy looks / teasing up Mrs.Chennai-Maaami-Bennetts :)
Ah...I remember that day in 1993 where you sat in a sulking chair with some fat tome, while rest of us danced - esp J doing a "Jai Jai Shiv Shankar" with all the guys in tow :) We even had a broken wall, remember ?
Oh my..times have changed.
Thanks for your comment.
I was on a Amway trip when J danced to Jai Jai Shiv Shankar at the reception for Singh. Since then Anil calls her Mumtaz. So to correct you, No I was not reading a book while my wife was dancing.
Mrs. Chennai-Maami-Bennett? I do not get the reference. The only Mrs. Bennett I know is from Pride and Prejudice.
I still am not that social. I am happy with a select few.
All Chennai maamis are Mrs. Bennetts -is what I meant.
Ok..Let me jog your memory. Remember the party at your pal SR's apt on campus, when a wall got punched into..And there was a lot of dancing, and sulking by one individual :) J did a repeat of the JJSS dance - on popular demand!
J says you are right and that I was reading a book. So there is nothing to argue.
I definitely remember the hole that Srinath punched in the dry wall. I remember nothing else about that party.
About dancing - Phil Collins said it best "I can't dance". So I was not sulking.
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