Explaining my job to friends is extremely different. They seldom understand. Not that it is nuclear physics (Rocket science has been over-used enough). It is just that it is hard for them to imagine this as work. Work it is and bloody hard work.
I am a mobilizer in AO mobilization Team (AO – Automobile Outsourcing), I make things happen. This ain’t no tagline for shoes. This is my job.
I am the tracker in the team. I track everything – servers, laptops, cables, paper clips, e-mails, people, their coffee breaks, meetings, minutes of meetings, follow-up of minutes of meetings, issues, non-issues & whatever else that can be plunked in an excel sheet. The other day while driving to office I caught myself tracking something I don’t remember now (I should have saved it in an excel file & set a reminder in outlook). It is addictive. I’ve got the Tracker’s urge, an occupational hazard like tennis elbow. So that’s me.
Then there are my fellow mobilizers in the team who also track. If you think tracking is all we do then you’re wrong. We also review, follow-up, co-ordinate and facilitate things. I told you it was hard work. We are the unglamorous heroes – the production managers & casting managers, the closing credits at the end of the movie (right at the end, after “cute dog in the street” and “Shocked old lady”) that no one cares to read.
We have had our times. There was Zoom, one of our path-breaking projects which showed the way for mobilizers to come. It all started one fine Sunday morning at the fish market off Marina beach where our man Billa was out shopping for some organic fish. Billa is one of our top men; he spoke in townhalls, sent important press releases and had a secretary to check mails. He was one of those really important men; you couldn’t find a space on his calendar if you wanted to. Billa happened to meet Padayappa, granite king, business bigwig and popular philanthropist of Chennai. Billa knew a catch when he saw one. He helped Padayappa select the best Seer & Pomfret, cracked some cool fishy jokes and in no time had clinched a whale of a deal. We were to maintain his entire fleet of automobiles – an S-class Mercedes, 5 Skoda Lauras, 3 Maruti swifts, 4 first generation Ambassadors and 2 Hero cycles.
The news travelled like fire and by Monday Sivaji our boss (manager) was already ramping up resources for the project now codenamed “Zoom”. We were an excited lot. We had never worked with a Mercedes before and we couldn’t wait to start. The mailers were out for the best mechanics in town. Raja Bolt was going to be the unit head. He was the experienced veteran in the company. He had been a lorry driver for 5 years, an auto (rickshaw) driver for 6 and had spent the last 5 years as a mechanic. He had won auto races (riskier than formul

a 1), participated in all lorry strikes and knew by heart all major accident zones on OMR & ECR. Suffice to say he was the in-house SME. We had not inked the deal yet but Raja was already demanding a complete garage with the works – a Mercedes test engine, hydraulic car lift, tool kits, air pump, paint guns , a next-door tea shop and most importantly steel wrenches. The list was endless. Raja was a stickler for authenticity. We were frenetically at work – requesting quotes, creating purchase orders, ordering, re-ordering and generally being on “top of” everything. We had to make a master tracker to track all the trackers that were going around. It was fast and furious. My dreams were 2 dimensional, in rows and columns. Sivaji our boss was relentless. He wanted us to “fast-track” everything. Our overseas vendors couldn’t handle the heat and we couldn’t wait for shipping and clearances. We even ventured into unexplored territory, did some research and recommended the local Pudupet vendors only to be reminded that they weren’t our preferred ones. So wait we did.
Within a month we had most of what Raja had asked for but we hadn’t heard from Padayappa. The unit mechanics sat on benches drinking tea. We checked our mails, updated our trackers and had conference calls every day to discuss the progress.
The bombshell arrived in a mail. We had won the deal to maintain the battered legacy Ambassador cars. We had lost the other cars. We couldn’t believe it. We learnt later that Infopiss and Bye Bye consultancy services won the remaining cars because they were lower cost. Satyameva won the cycles. Bah! They’ll probably get caught up in some corporate governance scandal and people will know then.
Our state of the art workshop with a Mercedes test engine and steel wrenches was waiting for some old obsolete Ambassadors. What a pity. We could have done with a bucket of water and a few rags for there was little else we could do other than wash the things.
We offered to spruce up one of the old Ambassadors with the new Mercedes engine and come up with a one of a kind signature vintage car. But our client would have none of it. We were stuck with the Mercedes engine.
Anyways this was a crisis and it called for a conference call. We set up a damage control call with the unit only to find out that Raja had bolted. This was Double Jeopardy, Armageddon, 2012, The Day after Tomorrow. Raja had moved to greener pastures. In his place was Puncture Pandi, the new unit head. Puncture Pandi dismissed everything we had set up so far, everything except the tea shop. He couldn’t believe we had got steel wrenches.
“Steel wrenches! It is outrageous. I need super-light alloy ones, immediately.”
We scampered back to our seats and got back to work. We had all those requests to be raised, forms to be filled, approvals to be sought, mails to be exchanged, delays and out-of-offices to wait through. Whew! If mobilizing is hard, try re-mobilizing.
It took another month to set up the super-light alloy wrenches but we were finally ready to hand over. It was such a proud occasion when we finally handed over our long months of toil to the unit. It seemed so improbable when I looked back then. We were sharpshooting in the dark. True, we missed a few times. But we’re wiser for it. Next time around we’re not buying anything without a return option.
The Mercedes engine sits in our lobby now; Expensive Engineering like Expensive Art we like to say.