Apparently been blogging since March 2009, I had nothing to read on my own space, not a trace. I am trying to recollect (very hard) when I got rid of it, which is leading me to questions like what did I write about when I was 20 years old? to the dead(-est) end "Why, why did I shred everything?"
Sitting on that sultry evening in one of the so called posh Shambhavi apartments in Manipal, I can remember very faintly working on my HP when a friend told me, "Hey do you know what hp stands for?" I gave the typical "Do I care about THAT when my laptop hangs every 10 seconds in the middle of my assignment , more importantly facebook-ing " look. But he was just not convinced.
I obviously gave in since of course opening Google would take ages.
He said "It stands for Hewlett Packard and you should know why"
Pause followed by several minutes of no acknowledgement as to why we were discussing that. I went back to working/socialising.
I saw his blog the same day, not entirely convinced by the need of it. But the fan following clearly was contrary to my thinking. I started reading very regularly ( I wish I had the liberty to post the link for it here) . It soon became a habit, more like a necessity. As the editor of my college magazine, I even tried to include his writings in the annual yearbook with little success.
Time just winked past and 2 years later sitting in cold Sheffield town, this time in an actually posh apartment , I was doing what every engineer of my grade was- Vigorously applying for jobs. I came across a Business Analyst opening at HP. To sound "know it all" in the application form, I decided to read a little about the company.
What took me by surprise was the story behind how the brand name: Hewlett Packard came up.
Started by two friends Bill Hewlett and David Packard, the name deciding ceremony was the trickiest one. Will it be hp or ph? Flipping a coin was decided to be the way to go. Packard won kept it Hewlett Packard. Selflessness at its peak.
That statement took me and put me on the same bed two years ago in Manipal and it hit me as to why I was asked about this in the first place.
Not in touch with people years later makes me feel that we love to have it our own way. I don't know where is he, who told me about this but has obviously left something to ponder about and the reason to start writing again. Selflessness at its peak ; I must say.
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