Day One in Bangkok. As we draw towards the end of the working day the situation looks much brighter than it did in the morning.

The biggest problem of the day was for Swati – finding a source of Indian food – Vinay does not eat any non veg!! BUT Swati being the resourceful woman she is, went around and managed to find a dabba walla even in Bangkok! So for next 20 days food will be delivered for our programmers right at the office.

The second problem was setting up our working environment here – 3 computers a network with 2 classes of IP addresses, Firewalls, bad hardware were just some of the problems which we finally sorted out – as I write Vinay is giving final touches to the CVS setup

The working hours here are 8:30am to 6pm7pm – good we should implement this in India… …

Aasim is freaking out on the food – Is eating only meat – 10s of varites to choose from.

Hmm… may be from tomorrow I can even go back to my fancy “trivia headings” to my LJ entries 😉

“What can you conceive more silly and extravagant than to suppose a man racking his brains, and studying night and day how to fly?”- English author William Law, a Senior Call to a Devout and Holy Life, 1728

Yawn!!

Finally managed to get the things in place and packed way past midnight

Leaving for Airport in 20 min, will try and keep updating as frequently as possible

Aasim means protector, man of rank, blessing, silver.

It was 5 years ago, this day, we were blessed with our son Aasim. Among several of the meanings of his name we consider “Blessing” as the most appropriate. He was born after we had almost given up hope of ever having a child. It was only after Aasim that SANIsoft was started and we somehow feel that if he was not there we wouldn’t be able to make SANIsoft what it is today.

I still remember the day very vividly but I am quoting a letter which Swati wrote five days after her was born…


10 November 1997

Dearest Sangita,

Five days have passed, flown by and it feels as it was for these moments of extreme happiness and satisfaction that I was born.

On 4th November when I came here with labor pains I was scared. For, at that time nothing was decided. My pains were subsiding and I had one finger dilation. But then one can go on for 7-10 days easily with one finger dilation?.

Late that evening, after sonography the picture became clearer and the Caesar was scheduled for the next day, as the baby’s size was considerably large. I slept a bit worried but in control. Woke up at 5:15 a.m. when the prayer call (Aazan) was being given. Tarique and I sat together, talking for a long long time. I was scared, very scared. I knew that I was in very good hands. The best of medical care was being given, but the fear of unknown, the fear that my stomach will be cut open? Will the baby be all right – normal??

My blood sugar report came at 2.30 p.m. and the Post Meal sugar levels was 280. Too high and risky, even for a Caesar. I, ofcourse, was not told about the sugar level, but Tarique was very very worried.

I was taken inside the OT at 3.30 p.m. I held Tarique’s hand for a long time before he went out (Yes, Tarique was not inside – Dr. Jaiswal was the attending Pediatrician. Tarique waited outside – couldn’t be the pediatrician and father to be at the same time).

I was put on drip of glucose and insulin (to counter the high sugar levels). I acted brave, but was a nervous wreck inside. Contrary to my thinking, the spinal anesthesia did not hurt at all. Once my body started getting numb, Najma Khala gave a horizontal cut. I felt the pressure of scalpel on my abdomen. My eyes were covered with gauze, but I could still see a little bit. Within a few minutes of the incision, Dr. Fidwi, the assistant surgeon, asked Dr. Jaiswal to give fundal pressure and within seconds after that he took the baby out. Dr. Jaiswal said “3.51 p.m.” Somebody took the gauze off my eyes. I was shown the baby. I asked as to what it is? and Dr. Fidwi turned the baby when I exclaimed, “It’s a boy!”. I immediately told everybody that the baby is going to be called Aasim. In the meanwhile umbilical chord was cut and I heard the baby cry. Baby weighed 3.900 kgs, the nurse called out. That moment was the most precious moment of my life. I will forever remember very vividly the tiny body of my baby all covered with white sticky substance? that moment of bonding between me and my child will live forever, even after I cease to?

My uterus was being cleaned I heard the suction pump. Najma khala asked me whether I want to see my uterus, for some strange reason I declined, Now I wish I hadn’t.

The anesthetist asked me whether I would like to be sedated. I replied negative, I wouldn’t miss even a moment of this. All in all during the entire surgery I was very euphoric.

It was only after I was shifted to the room around 4.30 p.m., I started experiencing the heaviness in my lower body. An hour later the pain started. It kept becoming worse every minute. I could feel it coming in gusts and layers. I felt it in every stitch that was given to me over the Uterus as extreme period’s pain, over the muscles as extreme pressure and on the skin as terrible stabbing pain. At times it hurt at individual layer at time it came all together. It was so bad that I kept clutching the rod of the bed to control myself. I realised there is no sense in procrastinating the pain so I refused sedation again. My right hand was hurting as the IV was attached to it. I made up my mind not to think of pain as pain – and it was easier. Everytime it hurt me more, I looked at the baby and at Tarique. It gave me strength to bear the pain. That night I was awake till 1.30 p.m. Tarique was awake the entire night feeding the baby glucose water every hour as baby was hypoglycemic. I drifted to sleep but kept waking on and off asking the baby to be kept on my side so that I can touch him.

Next day at around 11 p.m. the IV was removed, at 4.00 p.m. I was asked to sit. A difficult task as the stitches were very raw and were hurting a lot. But not only did I manage to sit for an hour or so supported with pillows I even walked that evening unassisted with baby in one hand. The pain was still there but I was so proud and euphoric that nothing mattered?. That night baby kept me awake from 3 a.m. to 6 a.m. I held him near my chest so that I could give him warmth and he could get comfort from my heartbeat. He held on to me with his tiny hands like a monkey

Third day I was much better. Had a lot of visitors so couldn’t sleep in the afternoon. I had been trying to feed the baby since the second day but milk was not there and baby could not suck. That night I gave him his first feed. Hungry as he was, he drank lustily and did not leave me for 25 minutes leaving my nipple sore chapped and bleeding. But it gave me tremendous satisfaction. It is still sore but as it gets full, I feed him. It hurts, but baby’s hunger always comes first. I clutch Tarique’s hand and feed him.

Today my dressing has been removed. I was scared but Najma Khala took out the dressing so suddenly that it was all over even before I realised it. The day passed playing with Aasim. My eyes are brimming with tears of happiness. Both Tarique and I look at the baby and can’t control our tears. He is such an angel, a blessing to us. Every ache, every pain is worth having for such a child. He has very strong likes and dislikes right from now. Yesterday he refused to be with me. He would become quiet the moment Tarique took him and came to me only for feeds.

Sangita, this experience of being a mother is exhilarating. Especially when the child is the product of pure unadulterated love. He is our world. He stands for everything we are to each other. I am thankful to God for letting me have Aasim specially when the entire pregnancy was such a high-risk pregnancy.

Aasim is really as precious as his name denotes. He is an angel. I am sending you some of his snaps with this letter and I am sure you will fall in love with him just as we have.

Love

Swati

We leave tomorrow early morning for Bangkok, I am glad that Swati and Aasim will be there for almost half of my stay there… …

Got a whole lot of things to do before we can start packing …. ….

Laxmi the goddess of wealth has no temple solely dedicated to her

Ah! The first real non-working day in almost 3 months. Got up at 6:00 am and then slept again from 10:00 to 13:00

Ripped some CDs using grip. Those that I intend to carry.

Evening will be spent, as usual on Laxmi pujan, at Swati’s parents.

Guess I will sleep some more… …

Damn, I am missing a portable MP3 player. Hmmm… … Time for PDA upgrade 😉

Happy Divali to everyone!!!

A group of apes is known as a shrewdness of apes

Dead tired – had organised a small gathering of relatives at my aunt’s place. I always come back feeling very tired from a gathering of relatives… ….

Apart from, that we hogged on delicious Biryani I would rather avoid all such gatherings.

Even though I had written last Sunday that it was the last working Sunday, Vinay came to iron out a few wrinkles in the code

Competition is. In every business, no matter how small or how large, someone is just around the corner forever trying to steal your ideas. Alice Foote MacDougall

An Open Source business model for a development house would go against all known principles of formal business… …

Here we are propagating sharing of ideas rather than hoarding them!!

We have been following a hybrid of Open Source models, a fact which was unknown even to myself and Swati. Now I am supposed to write a page on what our business model is… …

Also, I have decided to Open Source *all* the products which we have on display at SANIsoft site and any code which is not copyright of our clients will be available for asking.

The shortest answer would be – we earn on writing the code for business logic which is needed by each of our clients applications.

dot.com crash of 2001: As Internet business models soured, the World Wide Web still grew 33 percent

Divali bonus given today… …

The year was good … …

None of us are from a business family. We learnt to do business by the seat of our pants. We did make a few early mistakes but mostly succeeded. Over past 5 years we have been called, ranging from, affectionately a momma papa company* to snidely a small town middle class company

Several of the policies we follow we later learned, have been expounded in tomes. I am sure most of them are already taught as basics to business management students.

One of the most important things we learned was to keep our burn rate** as low as possible. This when coupled with middle class psyche give interesting results.

Like – An average employee is more happy to receive a one time bonus of Rs15k than a Rs2k hike. So we give Divali bonuses to everyone in our office, the bonus is linked to the company performance and individual hierarchy rather than individual performance!! Somewhere down the line Swati discovered the importance of Gold in an Indian household. So this bonus is in the form of 24 Carat Gold coins. Keeps the mothers happy and will keep the wives happy in future.

Just as I was about to post this Swati came up with this quote

Our employees are more productive because they feel that they’re in an organisation that values the complexity of their entire life and tries to do something about making it a little easier for them to balance all the conflicting demands.
David Hillenbrand President and Chief Executive Officer Bayer Inc.

* Because we took Aasim (he was 18 months then) along to a first contact meet and Swati did not hesitate to bottle feed him in middle of everything 🙂
** a.k.a recurrent expenditure

The gluteus maximus a.k.a the butt is the biggest muscle in your body. Each of the two cheeky muscles tips the scales at about two pounds (not including the overlying fat layer)

Nagpur weather is generally weird in the last couple of weeks of October. The days are hot and you sweat a lot and nights are about 20C cooler. The result is you tend to drink less water… …

This literally resulted in a bad pain in the a**. I jogged without proper warm-up and water intake. Result – a bad cramp in my gluteii

On a somewhat (un)related note I got volunteered for a community project. So here I am writing code when I had expected to be relaxing … …

Not much difference 😀

Tuesday is day of Tiw, the Norse god which equaled the Roman god Mars

When ever I work on a Sunday, Tuesday always makes me feel that it is Wednesday.

Thankfully this time it has had a good side effect. I have managed to tick out about half of my tomorrow’s to-dos

Writer Barbara Costikyan notes, “In the childhood memories of every good cook, there’s a large kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot, and a mom.”

Home cooked food, hand made food, food by the lady of the house – all these are so firmly entrenched in an average middle class Indian psyche… …

I myself would have never imagined that I would do it BUT for next ten days it has been decreed that the kitchen at our home be closed!!! No meals to be cooked at home.

Swati protested and her mom hollered at her when she heard what her daughter had agreed to but the fact is Swati has so much on her hand that we cannot afford her spending time in the kitchen, at least till the new maid joins in OR if we are doomed for it till we seriously reschedule our life… …