Congratulations and Celebrations!

I admit I have very little experience with buying cars.  The last time I needed to, I walked into some dealerships, and my Dad handled the rest (yup Daddy's princess, can’t deny it)

Buying a car in India is a little different.  We needed a car, honestly just something that would get us from A to B in one piece (major plus point). Since my husband totally negates my negative IQ about cars, I thought I’d take the back seat on this one ;).  The first three dealerships we went to, would take over 4 months to get us a car…4 months? Not just their dealership but all the dealerships by that company would have a 4 month wait.  Surely something is going wrong with their efficiency model there.  

So in our 4^th dealership, we were a bit more experienced and began with asking about their wait time

“10 days Sir, promise, 10 days latest”

Ok, we can deal with that.   Mistake #1: believing them.  With true Indian style we were offered coffee or tea, which in comparison to the last dealerships where they never delivered on their promised coffee, we were already impressed. My husband scrutinized at the tyres, the steering wheel and whatever else you look at in a car while I sat there sipping my sugar with a dash of coffee.

So we thought we were after a basic car.  However a basic car here means a car without AC, no air bags and no ABS brakes….so it’s pretty much an Auto (tuk tuk) with doors.  So we decide to go for something a little more ‘high end’.  The salesman’s false promise of “10 days latest” turned into 3 weeks or more.  So after some days of yelling and threatening, we basically get given someone else's car.  Now usually I wouldn't be OK with this, but they gave our car away to someone else, who most probably threatened and screamed, so why go against the system.  I am positive I could find a more quiet efficient solution to this.

So whenever you buy a car or purchase a high monetary value item in India you have to go get it blessed.  Back in Australia we used to go to the temple on the closest weekend after buying a car, the priest would come outside bless us and the car and that was that.  That’s not how it’s done in South India.  So you walk into a dealership and there is usually some sort of open fire taking place in front of heaps of cars. I’m sure it’s totally safe.  With an in-house priest, That’s right all the major dealerships have their own priest, so you can’t drive away without having this ritual done. I guess that’s one thing that works in their efficiency model.

We get told to sit down inside and someone will come serve us shortly, on the couch is another young family with two small kids and someone with a lungi (similar to a long sarong) and a polo reading the paper which is covering most of his body. 

We get greeted by the guy we met the first time we came in, he takes us outside shows off the car, which has two red ribbons on the front bonnet, cute touch.  The guy who was reading the paper emerges, this time without the polo and I realise he is the priest.  We stand behind as he starts his chants, the front bonnet gets opened and he placed the tilak and haldi (turmeric) on three parts of the engine.  He proceeds to say a few mantras, puts his polo back on goes inside and reads the paper again. (Apologies for the poor quality of images)

Then some guy who works there insists he takes a photo of us and the car (um ok?) so we give a cheesy weird-what-is-happening-smile, and wonder how we can ask for our keys without offending everyone.

At this time my phone suddenly has reception (Vodafone post to follow) and I get a phone call, as I am chatting away I see about 10 workers coming towards our table.  BANG!

I jump up and see confetti flying everywhere. Right beside my right ear (same ear I held the phone against) is  a man gleefully smiling as he had very proudly popped a confetti gun.  The workers that were approaching us were now coming with a velvet tray in their hands and on the loudspeaker Cliff Richards song “Congratulations” is blasting.  The velvet tray and its followers come to a standstill, and someone slowly hands us a rose.  It was handed to my husband so delicately I wasn't sure if he was being serenaded.  Then came a bag of chocolates (pretty convinced he was being serenaded now), then a wooden photo frame with the photo of us and the car (well that solved that mystery), a Ganesh statue and finally our keys (hallelujah).  

The song is still blaring and I don’t think they realise this song is about a wedding, but who am I to stop this celebration.  Every staff member (about 25 people) in the store comes to shake our hands and congratulate us. We go ahead and shake everyone's hand, giving them a a thankful smile but wondering if I just dreamt what I had just witnessed.

There is no denying that Indians sure know how to celebrate, whether it’s weddings or festivals, and who knew but buying a car!  I would love to see the celebrations if we were buying a Merc.  Australia, I expect the whole works, fireworks included next time I buy a car.

Half Bked: Conducting Interviews

So it’s taken ages to come up with a name for this blog, the term half baked, coined by Arvind Adiga in the book “The White Tiger”.  Now I was warned against this book, told it wasn't worth the read. Honestly I was so intrigued by the first paragraph where I was promised I would  indulge in a story about ‘the truth about Bangalore’. Well I wasn't, but I love the term half baked. It's just the perfect way to describe so many things I come across here in Bangalore, the term to describe all those things that are just not quite right. So here it is my blog, the real truth about Bangalore, well at least my truth.  My adjustment to India, my 180 degree career change and the journey involving me facing multiple half baked ideas, situations and people along the way.  

So we have moved to Bangalore to set-up and run an E-tailing business.  Bangalore, the IT capital of India.  The Silicon Valley of the subcontinent. Liars.

Now I can’t tell you how much I wish I was exaggerating about how hard it is to find quality workers in India.   For all those big companies in the USA, UK or Australia who have outsourced call centres and IT departments to India, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? 

Nothing gets done on time, and even if you give yourself a 3 week leeway, it still won't be done. The excuses go from bad to worse, where just yesterday we were told "You've waited 5 months, you can wait a few more days" and "You should be happy I'm even picking up your calls" I'm sorry, I'm paying you for a service that was promised to be done in a week...and I should be happy?

I haven't done any sort of IT work or coding since high school, so you can imagine what my technical skill level is at. If you ask our web developers to do anything, and i mean something as simple as turning text to bold the standard response is "no sir, it cannot be done" Yes, even as a girl i get called sir...I don't even bother to ask.  Even when my husband tells them how to do it, the response is still..[insert indian accent here] "no it cannot be done" 

For those of you who told us it won’t be a problem and we will have so many people to choose from, I hope you're happy, because we believed you.  The worst thing is, many people who told us this were from Bangalore in the IT world. I'm guessing you just thought it was a joke and want to see us writhe in frustration. A bit of I suffered, so now you suffer. It’s a sick joke. 

We've put up job descriptions on websites equivalent to seek.com, used recruiters, gotten recommendations. It's not that we haven't gotten a response, the response has been huge, it's finding that diamond in the rough..scratch that, we would take a normal pebble right about now.  

Resumes

We have got some beauties with introductions like “I believe the harder you work the heavier you get”. 

They’ll apply for a technical job but haven’t even heard of the program used, never coded in that language, or have any experience in coding. 

Or they'll apply for a technical web developer job with a chemical engineering degree, a hospitality degree or an administration degree.  C'mon do you not even look at what the job description is?  

To try and cut down on these resumes, I figured I would start with phone interviews, anyone who seems decent after that we could do a face-to-face interview.  Standard procedure, or so I thought.

So I start dialling the numbers

“Hi I recently got your resume, I was wondering if you had a few minutes so I could ask you a few questions”

Answer 1: eh?

So I try again, this time a little slower.. eh?

I try in Hindi... eh? 

beep beep beep

Answer 2: "Can you call me back?"

"Sure, what time?"

They give a stated time, I call them back, and get no answer. Right…there goes that

If I actually get through I start with some pretty basic questions

Answers to any question I ask.. yh…y…ok…and no I'm not trying to be cool and leave out vowels. They didn't pronounce any.

So I give up on phone interviews, it's honestly frustrating when no-one can understand you.  I can do a mean Indian accent and people still don't understand me.  So for all those Indian students who complain that 'foreigners' should learn to understand the Indian accent..well right back at ya.

We scrapped the idea of phone interviews and decided the concept is just not understood here.  I mean even if you want a phone connection, someone comes to your house just to meet you and give you a form and then 6 months later you might have a working phone.  

So we scheduled some face-to-face interviews

• The first 4 people didn't bother to show up.
• Two people kept saying i'm 10 minutes away for about 90 minutes.
• One person came two and a half hours early and demanded he does his interview then

Other people come 1.5 hours late and have the audacity to think its fine and don’t bother apologising.  He then proceeds to show attitude, has never even looked at our website, has no idea what we do.  So we explain it to him, but obviously realise he is not right for the job. He proceeds to show more attitude and ask if we even had the same level of skills he did.  He had next to zero skills.

Skype Interviews

So we found some, what we thought eligible candidates however they lived in another state.  After explaining we would like to so a technical interview with them giving them a weeks notice, telling them what program we use and suggesting they download a free copy to have a look.  We would call them on Skype and see how it goes

So the girl answers the call, and we can see what seems like  2 or 3 people behind her, odd, but fine, whatever.

Proceed to talk about the program and how she should have had enough time to play around with it.  Her eyes getting wider and wider, her mouth opening in a shocked expression and clearly not hiding the fact that she hadn't done anything she proceeds to respond with “yes yes I've done all that”

Her friends continue to talk in the background, she giggles and when we ask her politely that maybe she should be alone so she could concentrate, proceeds to giggle at her friends.

Needless to say, she had absolutely no idea about any of the questions either.

So, for all of you who said this would be easy.  I have many explicit phrases running through my head for you, and if anyone wants a job in Bangalore, send us your resume, if you can answer a phone call properly, you will probably get the job.