Bangalore to New York

Posted by: Subrata Majumdar on: July 26, 2008

I don’t know how to describe the Executive Lounge at the Bangalore International Airport (BIA) because I have never seen anything even remotely like it ever. It is a third in size to a normal lounge and has a separate First Class section (there are recliners there – I peeped). The restrooms are even weird. Actually, there is just one restroom with no distinction between ladies and men. That means only one individual at a time can benefit from the service. In the secluded confines of this unisexual contraption, I re-enacted Tom Cruise in A Few Good Men – “so this is what the ladies room looks like, eh” I said.

A bad Product Manager never listens. And there are many of these floating around in the software industry. I happened to sit next to one such from Honeywell. This lady was returning from one of those Roman outpost visits that are common with MNCs and flaunting pictures of a trip to Mysore to her colleagues. “This is me in front of the palace”, she squealed. Pat came the question – “Whose palace is it?”. A moment’s pause is broken with “Aah…some Sultan’s must be. You know, they were guys with all the money”. She was obviously not paying attention during the conducted tour. “And you know, then they took us to some Moslem tomb…”. Our Senior Product Manager (as revealed by the sticker on her laptop) was clearly in no mood to listen that day.

A bad American never changes. Waiting at the TV area in the Business Lounge at the Frankfurt airport it is rather difficult not to notice that Berlin was reeling with Obamania. He was omnipresent – on the LCD screens to the cover of USA Today. The old American – a WASP – next to me picks up his paper and loudly wails out the headline – “Obama promised a humble America” – for his friend. “How much more, Dan? Invite Germany for a repeat of Pearl Harbor”? Poor Americans – they never figured out the difference between weakness and humility.

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