Yesterday, It was a lonely lonely, lonely Monday morning. I was standing at Infy Chennai’s reception, dressed up in Business formals and staring at my reflection in the window glass. My dress was meticulously chosen for the occasion. I wore a spotless white shirt over pleated black trousers, double knotted navy blue silk tie having perfect length, just touching the embossed horse on the heavy buckle of my Italian leather belt. Colour of the socks matched to that of the tie. My shoes were polished (really, I did polish them on my birthday) and hair was combed (I guess so). The shoe laces were tied in single knots instead of the orthodox flowered knot. I was smiling, amused over the fact that business etiquette training had really come handy.
For most infoscions, it was just another day. Looking at the herd of enthusiastic looking infoscions, entering from the main gate, I realized that how desperate they were to get back to work. It looked as if their hands were itching to feel the keyboard, their eyes searching for their monitors. God only knows that at what time they had left the previous day or maybe the same very day. It looked as if they had a nice couple of hours of sleep dreaming about the bugs they have been trying to fix the previous day. The thought reminded me of the guy I see daily, brushing his teeth in one of the rest rooms at Infy. I wonder if he ever leaves the campus.
For some others, the morning was a bit different. They could feel that something was happening at Infy. In fact, there was something happening. Infy Chennai was hosting the analysts’ meet for the first time. At that moment, previous day’s scene flashed in front of my eyes, when I was attending the volunteer’s meet. Various tasks to be carried out were being explained and assigned. Actually, I had a pretty tough time deciding whether to volunteer for the meet or not. Being between projects (bench would be a rather harsh word to describe the situation), I could really afford doing it and hence decided to go for it. As the tasks were being explained, I felt an urge developing inside me for the job of directors’ escort. Luckily, I was assigned the job to escort Mr. T.V. Mohandas Pai, our CFO. We were a group of five escorts, one for each of the visiting directors. We became friends while we cruised through and analysed various facilities put up for the day. The group was a jovial one and I knew that we were going to have a nice time together.
I felt someone shaking my shoulder and as I returned to present, guess what, I saw Nandan, right in front of me, walking briskly towards his cabin. His escort left the group and disappeared with him. Then came K. Dinesh, still an hour left for the event to kick off. Even as I had not finished enjoying the presence of these big shots, I was blessed with more. Right at the end of the lobby, NRN and Kris walked through the door. Every neck present in the lobby turned towards them. Looking at NRN, I realized that indeed his charisma makes him look larger than life. Their escorts pounced on them, leaving me all alone. NRN’s escort was beaming like anything. At that moment, I really envied her job.
Moments later, a tall man with slightly grey beard entered the lobby. He was carrying a pile of documents with him. He punched his employee card and pulled out a tie. He knotted his tie right there. As I moved closer, I knew that my man was there. I greeted Mohan and introduced myself. He politely mentioned that I was not required. But, I insisted and stayed on; unaware of what was in store for me. By this time, many analysts had poured in. I could see some familiar faces figuring regularly on NDTV and CNBC.
Minutes later, when everybody was busy networking, suddenly Mohan asked me if I had met Mr. Murthy. I told him that I had never got that chance. He took me to NRN and said, “Mr. Murthy, pls. meet one of our young and enthusiastic developers”. NRN extended his hand and I found myself dumb at that moment. I somehow managed to shake his hand and mumble something. I regained my senses and talked to NRN and Mohan for 10 to 15 minutes and it was awesome. These people are really cool to talk to. Listening to NRN in person is a feast for ears. He commands a majestic aura - the zone of comfort, charm, knowledge, intelligence and wisdom. I felt like continuing for ever, but as more people joined the group, I excused myself after fifteen odd minutes. NRN patted my back gently and I realized how humble he was. My friends were 
all looking at me and smiling and I could not stop grinning as I joined them back. It was a great feeling, a sense of pride, a sense of achievement. Images of those 15 minutes will remain vivid in my memory for at least 15 years.
Some would argue that it was just a brief talk and does not deserve such an eulogy. I don’t know, it was a big thing for me and I would cherish the moment for a long long time.
For most infoscions, it was just another day. Looking at the herd of enthusiastic looking infoscions, entering from the main gate, I realized that how desperate they were to get back to work. It looked as if their hands were itching to feel the keyboard, their eyes searching for their monitors. God only knows that at what time they had left the previous day or maybe the same very day. It looked as if they had a nice couple of hours of sleep dreaming about the bugs they have been trying to fix the previous day. The thought reminded me of the guy I see daily, brushing his teeth in one of the rest rooms at Infy. I wonder if he ever leaves the campus.
For some others, the morning was a bit different. They could feel that something was happening at Infy. In fact, there was something happening. Infy Chennai was hosting the analysts’ meet for the first time. At that moment, previous day’s scene flashed in front of my eyes, when I was attending the volunteer’s meet. Various tasks to be carried out were being explained and assigned. Actually, I had a pretty tough time deciding whether to volunteer for the meet or not. Being between projects (bench would be a rather harsh word to describe the situation), I could really afford doing it and hence decided to go for it. As the tasks were being explained, I felt an urge developing inside me for the job of directors’ escort. Luckily, I was assigned the job to escort Mr. T.V. Mohandas Pai, our CFO. We were a group of five escorts, one for each of the visiting directors. We became friends while we cruised through and analysed various facilities put up for the day. The group was a jovial one and I knew that we were going to have a nice time together.
I felt someone shaking my shoulder and as I returned to present, guess what, I saw Nandan, right in front of me, walking briskly towards his cabin. His escort left the group and disappeared with him. Then came K. Dinesh, still an hour left for the event to kick off. Even as I had not finished enjoying the presence of these big shots, I was blessed with more. Right at the end of the lobby, NRN and Kris walked through the door. Every neck present in the lobby turned towards them. Looking at NRN, I realized that indeed his charisma makes him look larger than life. Their escorts pounced on them, leaving me all alone. NRN’s escort was beaming like anything. At that moment, I really envied her job.Moments later, a tall man with slightly grey beard entered the lobby. He was carrying a pile of documents with him. He punched his employee card and pulled out a tie. He knotted his tie right there. As I moved closer, I knew that my man was there. I greeted Mohan and introduced myself. He politely mentioned that I was not required. But, I insisted and stayed on; unaware of what was in store for me. By this time, many analysts had poured in. I could see some familiar faces figuring regularly on NDTV and CNBC.
Minutes later, when everybody was busy networking, suddenly Mohan asked me if I had met Mr. Murthy. I told him that I had never got that chance. He took me to NRN and said, “Mr. Murthy, pls. meet one of our young and enthusiastic developers”. NRN extended his hand and I found myself dumb at that moment. I somehow managed to shake his hand and mumble something. I regained my senses and talked to NRN and Mohan for 10 to 15 minutes and it was awesome. These people are really cool to talk to. Listening to NRN in person is a feast for ears. He commands a majestic aura - the zone of comfort, charm, knowledge, intelligence and wisdom. I felt like continuing for ever, but as more people joined the group, I excused myself after fifteen odd minutes. NRN patted my back gently and I realized how humble he was. My friends were 
all looking at me and smiling and I could not stop grinning as I joined them back. It was a great feeling, a sense of pride, a sense of achievement. Images of those 15 minutes will remain vivid in my memory for at least 15 years.Some would argue that it was just a brief talk and does not deserve such an eulogy. I don’t know, it was a big thing for me and I would cherish the moment for a long long time.
