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My first salary was Rs. 1200 per month in the year 1992 (View Comments)

Ramiya Bhas

Posted On Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 02:02:48 PM

Vignesh Hebbar, associate vice president, India Marlabs Software talks about his journey into the IT industry

I started my career as a medical representative. I was 22 years old when I started my career. This job involved selling hospital products to doctors, nursing homes and chemists.

During 1998, IT was booming and all the careers were converging towards IT. I wanted to get into the IT industry though I didn’t have the requisite qualifications and experience. One of my seniors in my erstwhile organisations prior to 1998 had taken up a career in the IT industry. With his guidance and support I moved to the current field.

My first salary was Rs. 1200 per month in the year 1992. I worked as an interim Medical Representative representing a distributor by name KK Associates for Johnson & Johnson – Hospital Products Division.

With Graduation in Arts, I had to sell Hospital Products and it required medical knowledge. It was quite challenging to meet doctors and talk to them one to one. With the support of my colleagues and seniors, I was trained adequately to handle this and I managed to live up to the expectation.

My first task at work was to identify the target segment in an assigned territory and categorise them into Tier 1, 2 and 3 Customers and come up with a Sales Plan to reach out to them effectively within a given period of time.

how do i let you go?

I hoped that the night would never end . .

Time just froze up to eternity

But it dint . .

I was told be strong

Not to think too much

And I did all that

But I was wrong.

How did I let myself be so vulnerable?

How did I loose myself?

How do I face myself now?

How do I face this world?

How do I get rid of you?

How do I remove the scars?

How do I feel loved?

How do I heal?

Where do I put all the anger?

How do I clear my soul?

How do I keep myself alive?

When I am already dead?

Guys . . Is my diet working?

My week has been horrible. Health is still problematic, but much much better. Emotionally I am wrecked because sometimes accepting reality can be hard on you. But again it leaves you peaceful. When you just decide to move on, you let go of the baggage and are ready to fly.

All that’s good in mah life now is work and me. I am insanely experimenting and trying to figure out what’s good and bad for me. I know my diet is kind a helping me, but I gotta try harder.

It’s a naïve attempt to ask but the ulterior motive being to flaunt. Thought these pictures look fairly descent. Kindly feel free to flatter me. I will be much obliged.

Love you all.

Black and White

I am down with severe fever since two days. manged to work a little but had to give up and sleep at home. Fevers tend to make you nostalgic. You think of all the good things about your past. You sleep and sleep and sleep. Its a good reason to take a break. its like u r in a black and whit film.

but feveres are more interesting when you have someone to take care of you. or when you have some one to show concern. you feel like the whole world is caring for you. but when u have no one to care for you, u miss it badly.

I just realised in these two days of being bed ridden that, I truly donot have any friends circle right now. I have friends from work and other friends, but they are all far away and busy with their life. The all care, but are not here! now! and I seriously think i need a new friends circle immediately. My new mission as soon as I am back on my foot!!!

i watched lots of TV and films . . . and saw some amazing stuff lying down and resting. Some lines just keep lingering in my ear . . .

the line from Brothers and sisters, a TV show where the Daughter Katie is talking to her mom, who has just told every body that she knew her husband had an affair with another woman for past 15 years .. .

MOM: i alwaus new. .. . but he promised that it would stop . . and he later went on to buy her a house . . .

KAT: But he loved you mom . . .

MOM: he kept betraying me . .and i let him do it . . i dont know why . .

KAT: because he loved you . .

MOM: ya he loved me . . and he did not have to give uo anything to love me . . so whats the big deal?????

woaaaawwwww - what a line? people love you . . great . . . .but if they dont have to give up anything to love you . then whats the big deal???? how special are we? we actually dont matter . ..

Another line is from this Musical called RENT -

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,
measure a year?

In daylights? in sunsets? in midnights? in cups of coffee?

In inches? in miles? in laughter? in strife?

In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?

How about love? How about love? How about love?

Measure in love. Seasons of love.

Weekend Picture diary

glimpses from our outing

wax impression of Jack Nicholsons face :)

My sister in law with a friend
siter in law and Brother :)

Amogh - seethakka - Sagar

amogh
Amma
eagleton

sis and attige
sis at folk mela :)

MIss You

How many stars are in the sky tonight? Do the same stars appear every night? Or are they different ones? Stars are so many light years away from us. In that case are we looking at the past when we look at the stars? Isn’t it true that the present day state of the star will only be visible to us after many light years?

I am literally gasping for breath. I am so stressed out of work that I feel like running away. Sometimes, it’s so simple to be ordinary! Why do we have the urge to excel? Is career so important or is passion over rated? It’s confusing because I feel good about my work but I have no one to share it with.

Olden days were great. Friends had time for you and you had time for friends. With time, time fades away. You realize you live an illusion.

I miss Archana and being with her. I miss taking bike rides with Vikram and eating Parathas off his lunch box . . .I miss craking jokes with Shreethi .. . I miss being bossed over by Amit . . Laughing out loud with Nandini . .. Discussing bizarre things with Amila . .

Singing and Pjing with Sahu . . . talking to Praj . . .being arty with Rash . .Watching movies with Ravi . . Discussing books with Pavan . . . . touring with Pammi . . Concerts with Pal . .

I MISS IT ALL . . .

Talent unlimited

You switch on TV channels today and all you find is reality TV. Talent shows get the cream. Any channel you know has a talent show and its disturbing to see how many lives are disturbed because of this. These shows produce one day wonders and buy the time the contest reaches its finals, a thousand lives are already at stake.

Real talent has to be nurtured. Like real flowers need to bloom and die on a plant and not decay on a bouquet, real talents need to be nurtured and guided properly. One has to grow as a person before he gains popularity or before he can actually handle popularity. You can be talented, but for you to shine out as a star you need personality and this personality has to root out from within oneself. You can twinkle a day and vanish away, but for you to be a real star – you need to eternally shimmer. . and that demands for a lot of fuel.