quizzical look I so wanted to see on his face.
‘… linking in YouTube videos,’ I added, sounding victorious, and broke into a broad smile. Score evened.
‘I find the best way to solve a puzzle is by playing with it. So I would suggest you play around with this deep … linking,’ he quipped quickly.
Before I could think of something clever to say, a short, puny,young guy, with curly hair came rushing in, looking for Deep. He seemed glad to have found him alone. Well almost, if you ignore me.
‘Yaar, Deep, I have a major KS issue. You got to help me, man!’ He sounded desperate.
‘I am all ears,’ chuckled Deep lazily.
The hassled guy looked at me uncertainly, stepped closer to Deep, and then continued, ‘I am not able to get through, man. It’s driving me crazy.’
‘These people you are trying to get through, you know them well?’ inquired Deep. I was standing behind Deep, so I couldn’t see his expression, but I was certain I heard a stifled, mischievous laugh.
The curly hair seemed embarrassed and shocked at Deep’s question. ‘It’s only one person actually,’ he said hesitantly, and again looked at me to check if I was listening. I pretended to be lost in the emptiness of my coffee mug so that he could focus on describing his problem. ‘And I have only known her for a month,’ he whispered awkwardly.
Deep put a reassuring arm around his frail shoulders and smiled. ‘There are 3Cs to successful KS,’ enumerated Deep confidently, ‘Cooperation, commitment and caution.’
I was pretty sure that the third ‘C’ for Knowledge Sharing was culture and not caution, but it seemed prudent not to interfere in a private conversation.
The guy still looked as lost as before. I thought he needed training in communication.
‘Oil the machinery well, buddy,’ advised Deep and then explained something in his ears.
The young man’s face suddenly brightened into a smile.
‘Have faith in your abilities. Girls need time to open up,’ remarked Deep, with a wink and a naughty smile.
The guy, now beaming with confidence, thanked him profusely and left.
It was weird for a start-up to have knowledge sharing issues. I told Deep that if there were KS issues in the company, we should bring them to HR’s attention. After all, it required proper processes to be put in place.
‘Kavita has her own KS problems to deal with, but I will let her know your concern,’ dismissed Deep casually.
‘But KS is a key foundation for the survival of any institution,’ I insisted. I was unhappy that he was not taking my feedback seriously.
‘I couldn’t agree more with you,’ he said, smiling knowingly, before he headed out.
Much to my embarrassment, I was to learn later that the KS advice that Deep was dispensing was regarding the Knowledge of Sex, aka,
Kama Sutra
, and not Knowledge Sharing as I misunderstood it to be. And the third ‘C’ he referred to as caution was actually condom!
Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Thank God it was Friday! The whole week had gone by with me being trapped in a training room, learning the ABCs of iTrot’s business, with other newbies. I didn’t get any clean one-on-one timeslot with Deep and I didn’t feel like dumping him over email. Finally, after a long four-day wait, I was going to carry out my well-planned rejection. I knew by the way I felt today that this was going to be different. The usual twinges of conscience were subdued under unexpected fireworks of excitement. It’s not every day that you get an upper hand over an IITian. For a brief moment, my mind went back to the summer I had spent with that schmuck IIT intern and how it had hurt. Well, tonight was my golden chance to get back at their creed.
I looked at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror one last time and I liked what I saw, especially the hint of the cleavage that peeped out from my strapless, floral dress. Short and seductive, I had carefully chosen the outfit for today’s mission. With my hair
‘… linking in YouTube videos,’ I added, sounding victorious, and broke into a broad smile. Score evened.
‘I find the best way to solve a puzzle is by playing with it. So I would suggest you play around with this deep … linking,’ he quipped quickly.
Before I could think of something clever to say, a short, puny,young guy, with curly hair came rushing in, looking for Deep. He seemed glad to have found him alone. Well almost, if you ignore me.
‘Yaar, Deep, I have a major KS issue. You got to help me, man!’ He sounded desperate.
‘I am all ears,’ chuckled Deep lazily.
The hassled guy looked at me uncertainly, stepped closer to Deep, and then continued, ‘I am not able to get through, man. It’s driving me crazy.’
‘These people you are trying to get through, you know them well?’ inquired Deep. I was standing behind Deep, so I couldn’t see his expression, but I was certain I heard a stifled, mischievous laugh.
The curly hair seemed embarrassed and shocked at Deep’s question. ‘It’s only one person actually,’ he said hesitantly, and again looked at me to check if I was listening. I pretended to be lost in the emptiness of my coffee mug so that he could focus on describing his problem. ‘And I have only known her for a month,’ he whispered awkwardly.
Deep put a reassuring arm around his frail shoulders and smiled. ‘There are 3Cs to successful KS,’ enumerated Deep confidently, ‘Cooperation, commitment and caution.’
I was pretty sure that the third ‘C’ for Knowledge Sharing was culture and not caution, but it seemed prudent not to interfere in a private conversation.
The guy still looked as lost as before. I thought he needed training in communication.
‘Oil the machinery well, buddy,’ advised Deep and then explained something in his ears.
The young man’s face suddenly brightened into a smile.
‘Have faith in your abilities. Girls need time to open up,’ remarked Deep, with a wink and a naughty smile.
The guy, now beaming with confidence, thanked him profusely and left.
It was weird for a start-up to have knowledge sharing issues. I told Deep that if there were KS issues in the company, we should bring them to HR’s attention. After all, it required proper processes to be put in place.
‘Kavita has her own KS problems to deal with, but I will let her know your concern,’ dismissed Deep casually.
‘But KS is a key foundation for the survival of any institution,’ I insisted. I was unhappy that he was not taking my feedback seriously.
‘I couldn’t agree more with you,’ he said, smiling knowingly, before he headed out.
Much to my embarrassment, I was to learn later that the KS advice that Deep was dispensing was regarding the Knowledge of Sex, aka,
Kama Sutra
, and not Knowledge Sharing as I misunderstood it to be. And the third ‘C’ he referred to as caution was actually condom!
Whose Line Is It Anyway?
Thank God it was Friday! The whole week had gone by with me being trapped in a training room, learning the ABCs of iTrot’s business, with other newbies. I didn’t get any clean one-on-one timeslot with Deep and I didn’t feel like dumping him over email. Finally, after a long four-day wait, I was going to carry out my well-planned rejection. I knew by the way I felt today that this was going to be different. The usual twinges of conscience were subdued under unexpected fireworks of excitement. It’s not every day that you get an upper hand over an IITian. For a brief moment, my mind went back to the summer I had spent with that schmuck IIT intern and how it had hurt. Well, tonight was my golden chance to get back at their creed.
I looked at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror one last time and I liked what I saw, especially the hint of the cleavage that peeped out from my strapless, floral dress. Short and seductive, I had carefully chosen the outfit for today’s mission. With my hair
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