Posts Tagged ‘Adobe’

XDi Summit 2010

We have just celebrated completing a year of creative work, building the design team here at Adobe in India. We had a week long Summit gathering, bringing our staff from Delhi and Chennai to Bangalore, and we capped the week off with a great overnight trip to Dubare Elephant Park (highly recommended!). For the trip, five of us opted to ride Enfields instead of the bus; great fun, with a great bunch of guys.

Standing, left to right: Ranganath Krishnamani (he designed the poster we are holding!), Sumit Dey, Zinal Patel, myself, Sharan Grandigae, and Prasanna Kumar.

Crouching, left to right: Eugene Jude, Aman Sagar, Sreedhar Ranganathan, Jaydeep Dutta, and Nakul Kumar.

My Guys At Adobe Bangalore

Nakul, Eugene, and Prasanna are my design staff at the Adobe Bangalore office. I think they are still trying to figure me out a bit, but we are doing well all in all.

Curbside At Adobe

Normal traffic standing outside the Adobe office in Bangalore.

Where Phil Works

This is the towering Adobe office on Bannerghatta Road in Bangalore where I work. It may look large, but it is utterly dwarfed by the buildings all over B’lore belonging to such behemoths as Accenture (3 bigger-than-airport facilities on Bannerghatta alone!), Accentis, Conexant, Enventure, Infineon, InfoSys, and so on. I guess only 10 years ago this place was all gardens and goats, and BAM, technology happened.

Anyway, I am proud to be working for a company whose name is an actual WORD.

Infineon? What the hell does that even mean?

Phil Works Too Much. Pam Goes Native.

The problem I can see ahead is that Adobe now has 24 hour access to Phil. He works at the office in Noida, a 45 minute choking taxi ride away from our hotel, while his California colleagues are sleeping. When he returns after being pulled at all day, the office in California is up and running and grabbing at him all night. He worked through the night twice this week.
I’ve never shopped with such purpose and urgency in my life. It wasn’t that I was so eager to leave rupees all over Delhi but it was getting harder and harder to scrub the judgmental stares off me at the end of the day.

I like attention as much as, okay…probably more, than most, but I haven’t felt this creepy brand of attention since I was a 16 year old hitchhiker with ass length hair and cut-offs. I get the feeling that everything Indian men know about Western women was learned from the Girls Gone Wild videos.

Yesterday when I stepped outside in my new modest, though totally bitchin’ Indian clothing, the ogling stopped. A couple of men at the market told me I looked nice in Indian clothes, but kept their eyes down when they said it – like they we’re talking to their mother or their sister.

~ Pam