Tuesday 18 December 2012

MAY BE DELHI DESERVES IT....


Even since I have come to Delhi I have been harping on the fact that people here definitely need to learn humility. Life is not a race! It’s not about getting ahead of someone or getting better off of someone. It’s about giving, being humble, polite and thanking almighty by returning back to society. The people here seem to be very complacent about the city and proudly say “Dilli dilwalo ki hain”. Arey kaise bhai jab dil hi chota hain!! Here people have the heart and the soul to spend on themselves but do not have the heart for giving back to others.

But I am not here to write about how selfish Delhi is, but I do want to speak my mind over a horrific incident which happened in this city on December 16th, 2012. I know that whatever I will write is not an eye opener, but I just want to yell my heart out and I am yelling on paper. A 23 years old medical student was brutality assaulted and raped at around 10 pm in the night. She was returning from one of the most posh and famous mall in the city – “Select City Walk”. My initial reaction was that 10 pm is not so late at all but I came to realise that I was too ignorant with the norms of the city. People told me that anything beyond 7:30 pm in the night, is considered late and dude this is winter! They questioned that what the girl was doing at that time of the night. She should have known better. If you want to go late (mind you 10 pm is also late by Delhi norms!) you better have your own vehicle and yeah that is not enough you should have a group of at least 5- 6 people if you do decide to have a night life in Delhi. Here I was expecting empathy but what I saw was complacency!

People have come to believe that incidents like rapes, molestation are a norm in Delhi and this unfortunate incident with the girl is just another one to the list. Such incidents just keep on happening. It’s just that media choose to report this one. Apparently every second day you will find an unknown body on the Saket-Gurgaon highway. It looks like rapes at night has become an accepted thing here and a girl should know better before leaving late at night.

Here is what I have to say to Delhi, when you deny a girl her right to mobility you are actually denying her a basic fundamental right. And by accepting the untold city norms you are making the situation much worse for the future. The norm should be that every convict in such cases should be arrested and punished accordingly. Even the eve-teasing of the girls should be taken very seriously and must not go un-punished. And you know what the teaching begins at home! If you respect your wife, your sister, then your boys naturally begin to respect women. Ours is a society which holds the women in utmost respect and Delhi needs to teach its boys the same! If you continue to fail to do so, trust me you will not be able to protect your daughters and sisters by just locking them in the house. Nothing prevents the six hooligans to break into your house and rape your daughters and sisters. And it might not take much more time for this to happen if Delhi does not learn its lessons from this and many other incidents that happened in the past. But in its current deplorable state May be Delhi deserves it!

Tuesday 6 September 2011

The Girl on the Train (La Fille du RER)


People say a lot can happen over a coffee! Well what I am talking about is a 29 hours long train journey from my home town Jhansi to Bangalore. Frankly I didn’t board the train with lot of expectations rather I firmly believed that it will be another long journey with dullness and boredom as the key ingredients. But you know what they say life is full of surprises and some of them are pleasant ones.

I boarded the train at night, when most of the passengers were asleep and some were even snoring in their slumber. The night passed and I woke up to find that it was raining heavily outside and raining drops striking the blurry window pane looked like melting silver. As I raised my lazy eye brows what I saw was a beauty in its purest form. In the words of J.R. Newman, “As for everything else, so for a mathematical theory: beauty can be perceived but not explained”. I as a pathetic blog writer cannot even hope to do justice to her!

She was wearing an impeccable green dress and pearl ear rings which were mildly visible behind her luxuriant curly brown hairs. She suddenly turned when her ocean blue eyes met mine and we passed a friendly smile to each other. Her face was clear and perfect that it reminded me of the beautiful lines of a sonnet :–

“For certain he hath seen all perfectness
Who among other ladies hath seen mine:
They that go with her humbly should combine
To thank their God for such peculiar grace.
So perfect is the beauty of her face”.

 There was no talking yet, she was still a mystery to me. I started reading the novel, “The Kite Runner” but I just couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was the millisecond moment of her beautiful smile, a smile to die for!

She was on the upper seat; I wished she had reserved the lower seat as that would have made the task of having the conversation so much easier. She reminded me of ‘Drew Barrymore’ from 50 first dates. I suddenly felt the need of watching the likes of “You’ve got mail”, “If Only”, “Walk to Remember” and what not. Yeah it was kind of pathetic and normally I would not have hesitated to start a conversation but this was different. In fact this has happened to me after a long time and it was a funny feeling which felt nice in a weird way.

I knew she will have to come down and that will be my moment to strike a conversation. So with that though I put the Ronan Keating’s romantic ‘When you say nothing at all’ on a repeat and lied down with the blanket covering my face. Probably the night fatigue overpowered me and within few minutes I was sleeping soundly.

It was only after 3 hours when some child’s crying woke me up. I-pod was still playing the ‘nothing at all’. I looked upwards to find that she was gone! It left me aghast and disappointed! She probably would have got down at Nagpur, I couldn’t even say good bye! She is still a mystery to me. I don’t know her name and what her voice sounds like. But yet her ocean blue eyes, peculiar grace and perfect face is engraved in my memories. As it is said in a life every time you meet a person, a new story begins. Well our story has begun too and only time will tell if there will be new twists and turns in this one!

Saturday 23 July 2011

Present is what matters!


If you could really plan or predict your future with a 100 percent confidence interval then you are actually doing the God’s work. When most of the world is not even sure about the existence of God then pretending that you can actually do its task is quite foolish! All we can be confident about is “today” which we live everyday and so it’s better to enjoy it when it is still there.
It’s surprising how much the worry of the uncertainty about future, troubles our present. It follows us in our school to college life and is of course an integral part of our work life. That’s what pension assets are meant for isn’t it? You spend your entire career towards building them. But my point is that you don’t know what future has in store for you, while it’s good to care about it, but it’s dangerous to be obsessed with it.  Moving forward with a reasonable assumption that you are never going to attain a speed of light, it’s only best to live in present because you will never be able to move back in time to cease the moments you have missed! In the words of Robert Nathan, “There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday”.
Its silly how many times the fear of failure and sometimes ego prevents us from doing things we will love to do. For example looking back you will definitely find someone you really liked and would have loved to date her but just couldn’t do it because of the hesitance born from your deceiving ego. My suggestion is just let go of the ego and do everything you want to do while you still have the chance to do it. There’s no point in regretting about it in future. Questions like “What if I had done it?” are not helpful; it will only make you sad. Don’t let your love die deep within your heart with the baseless belief that the dying embers of it shall fuel the next trip that your heart shall endeavor on! It does not mean that you will not have enough opportunities in future, but just don’t trash existing ones in hope of getting more of them. It might even help to have the pessimistic attitude that the future is going be bleak and present is much more beautiful and so its best to admire and enjoy it in the transient time you have.
People always talk about the “good old days” but my friend why not rather talk about the “good now days”. Even the Buddha was enlightened as back as in 500 B.C. that “we should neither dwell in the past, nor dream of the future but concentrate our mind on present moment”. We are now in the 21st century where by logic we should be smarter than Buddha. There is no point in repeating the mistakes of our ancestors, else it will mean that our learning from them have a null value!
To end I will like to quote the words of Jean-Louis Barrault, “You have to wake up a virgin each morning”. So it really doesn’t matter if you were fucked in the past and it’s futile to worry about getting fucked in future. Every day is a fresh start and wisdom lies in relishing it in the ephemeral time for which it lasts.

Tuesday 5 July 2011

Once upon a time in Mumbai.....


You know you must have heard like a million stories about Mumbai and I am writing one of my own. They say you fall in love with the city, but I am not sure that’s how my story began. Having arrived at Mumbai on 10th April, 2011, the weather was fucking humid. At that point I thought GOD!! The stay will be painful; Bangalore was so much the place to be. Fortunately I didn’t have to go through the trauma of finding the accommodation for myself; Reliance was benevolent enough to provide one for me. All I cared about at that time was to have a nice cool room, who the hell wants to see the city anyways. When I reached chunnabhatti all I could see was ramshackle houses and for a moment the thought of a fucked up accommodation did panic me. But the fortunately the Reliance guest house was like an out of place architecture there. I heaved a sigh of relief and also happiness because they were providing immaculate facilities for dimes. There were like 45-47 interns staying there, 5 from my college itself and rest from other IIMs, XLRI, SIBM and NMIMS. But I was never a people’s person so the huge group was irrelevant.  I had my room partner as katti (billu balatkari), so I was quite sure that the two months here will be peaceful (however I later realised that katti did came with a lot of ambitions and targets in mind of course not work related)
The internship began with the boring orientation of 2 days where they tortured us with their long presentations. The only good thing in the orientation was the lunch, it was free and tasty!! However it was not all uneventful, they did announced that three people from Mumbai will be sent to their textile mills at Ahemdabad. The people who said that textiles was their interest in their internship interview were like cursing themselves and hoping that their name do not shoot up. Mumbai, however worse it may look it has to be better than Ahemdabad, especially during summers. The bad fate fall upon three girls (including the “text girl”, Zarru told me that she had amazing typing speed on mobile and she could actually type without looking at the keypad!), they were told to pack their bags for a morning train to Ahemdabad and we bid them adieu which was kind of sadistic. There were other moments of interest too, our captain was like clean bold by one of damsels and did tried to engage her into a conversation by a weird and short question of “Which IIM” ? We do not know if she replied to that question (probably was put off), but we definitely know that the captain couldn’t gather the guts or was too shy to engage her in a longer conversation. And yeah how can I forget the orientation party organised at night which kind of sucked, the only good thing in it was free beer.  Even after years of HR experience, they couldn’t fathom that there cannot be a cool party without good music and dance. However we drank religiously and I ate a lot of fish which was certainly the best among the starters (however the next day I realised that the fishes do not like beer, had a terrible stomach ache). The party or rather the gathering ended at around 11:30, followed by some bulla-kating (time pass chat) in the bus (return journey to guest house) after which the orientation pretty much came to an end.
I was posted at their Makers Chambers IV office at Nariman point, which is said to be one of the most happening places at Mumbai. The first sight at CST station was an exact replica of the movie “Equilibrium”, there were like thousands of people moving like robots towards the office. Catching a cab to Makers was like a major fight, it was really a race, the one of catches the door first will have the luxury to acquire the seat. The office was ok.. it was pretty much the hard boss, soft boss game going on over there. Mr. Ambani worked under me!! (his office was just below our floor). I was given a closed cabin which was fantastic in all respects except for the fact that I was trapped in that cabin for two months with Zarru. Zarru was a decent guy but the fact that he is a guy was a problem & I am sure he shared the feelings for me.  The famous or infamous Marine Drive was like 200 meters away from the office, it soon became a place where we went every day after lunch for “couple watching”. In due time we were able to separate the regular couple from the few timers, it was an interesting exercise. The jetty region of Marine Drive was especially awesome, it always welcomed us with a cool breeze and Mumbai looked really beautiful every time. We also estimated the level of water, whether it is risen or fallen, it was another useless activity but we really had a lot of time to pass.
It was only after a few days we were able to discover the heaven at Nariman Point; it is known by the name “Gokul” situated very close to “Gateway of India”. It was like the best place ever, basically a student bar which nourished us with cheap booze and finger licking starters at decent rates. The mutton seenkh kabab was arguably the best dish there. The place was also blessed with hot girls creating an apt atmosphere for an evening drink. It was at this legendary place we created a whole new language  with each word starting with “chitu”, however its best I don’t speak much on this topic else “Darpan bhaiya” may get really angry.
At guest house our life after office was also pretty peaceful and royal. I and Zarru generally grabbed a beer on the way and we as a group spent the evening watching IPL matches. Sometimes we also played baddy and on rare occasions dived into the swimming pool. Katti became really famous at RCP office and we called his group by the name “Katti’s angels”. Angels were Ms. Chicken, Ms. Octopus and Sarda (his college friend at BHU). Shiva had become a full time salesman at Reliance; all he did was visiting stores all over Mumbai. Our captain was in love with gully cricket played by local teams in the Municipal ground next to the guest house. The only thought on his mind was to wake up early and reach the ground. His swing bowling might not work elsewhere but it did work on the cricket ground ;).
One fine evening I made a really weird plan. I decided to pack a roasted chicken from “Baghdadi”, took a print out of Jagjit Singh’s song “Hoshwaalon ko khabar kya” and grabbed two cans of Carlsberg strong. I actually planed to get drunk and sing this song at high decibel levels. Yes this was definitely the weirdest plan ever. But before I could put my plan to action Katti invited me to the “Bluefrog” party. I then also asked Prakash to come along and we all rushed to the Bluefrog as the aim was to reach before 9:00 pm to escape the “entry fee” and avail the “happy hour” offer. I had never gone to a premium bar before. The ambience there was superb and lot of eye candies. The Reliance damsels were dressed in proper party clothes and for a change every one of them looked beautiful. It was really after Bluefrog I became friend with Ms. Chicken (she was like a cute kid), Ms. Octopus (she was smart, funny and could predict future – tarot card reading) and Ms. Ice (she was the coolest and most mature among them, but the name ice is not because she was cool, it has a different history behind it). The food there was horrible except for the chicken dish. But the booze was as usual awesome. I drank like 4 pints of Tuborg, two were on the frog. The party was really rocked by the live performance of an upcoming band. He sang some real classics and we all danced to its beats. We were then joined by other Reliance interns and party became way more fun. We all danced for few hours till the live performance was going on and decided to leave when the band was replaced by a DJ. Also Ms. Ice got herself a “coffee date” towards the end of the party. The first night at Bluefrog ended on a pleasant note, we all loved it.
Among other things I did, was visiting “Gokul” again with college friends, where one of them was cursing Mumbai, describing how pathetic it is and after the internship he can proudly say that he has risen from the basest level! (the guy was stuck in a pathetic accommodation at Dharavi – slum area in Mumbai). Thanks to Reliance we got free tickets to IPL for Mumbai vs Deccan match. It was my first visit to a cricket stadium and so I was oozing with enthusiasm. We bought Mumbai Indian t-shirts at double price (consumer surplus is extracted in real life J) to get in the flow of cricket spirit. The seats that were booked for us were just perfect to watch the game and the cheer leader squad was also close to our stand. We were later joined by other Reliance employees from our office, which was good because we needed the camera. We had left our phones at the office thinking there will be security issues. The stadium was echoing with the sounds of “Go Go Gooo..Deccan chargers” and “Mumbai Indians dikha do”. People were really vibrant and sometimes there was Mexican wave going around the stadium. We also borrowed Malinga’s caps for the purpose of photograph. It was high time and needless to say that watching Sachin and Malinga was like a dream come true!
The internship period did melt away quickly and we didn’t even realised that soon it will be a time to say adieu. The second bluefrog party was like the final showdown. I and Zarru went there directly from office (yep our big boss dragged us to the last day, though we had finished our reports and presentations a week earlier). It was the first time that almost everyone was there at the same time and that made the “second bluefrog” really special. I wanted to drink like there was no tomorrow (waise jw red label was awesome to help my desire, had it for the first time). Everyone danced that day, though the music kind of sucked but nothing was going to deter us. Mridula brought life to the party by dragging everyone of us to the dance floor even the “shy guy” Vikas. Aditi with her karate moves, Vidhya and Bara with their carefree dance and me, Zarru and Katti prancing like monkeys but who cares we enjoyed like hell that night. For me the second blue frog was more memorable than the first one. Towards the end of the party, the bitter Good Byes had already started. The major part of the group was leaving that night..
However it was not the last day for everyone, me, Vidhya and Bara had one more awesome day in store for us. The last tango was at Aditi’s home at band-stand. We took a cab to her place and though she was there to receive us we couldn’t recognize her in black kurta and she was shouting “Freaks wait I am here” :P. We went to her room where the atmosphere was perfect. The amazing sea view from the window blended with the soothing music was flawless. It was also nice to see the big girl really taking good care of us. Of course Bara ate most of the mangoes that were served, she is unstoppableJ. The paintings were cool too, Aditi’s mom is an artist. Vidhya wanted Aditi to rent a small place by window to her (actually every one of us wished for that). It was raining outside; the weather was perfect to enjoy a real band-stand view. From Aditi’s home we went to a church, lit some candles. It was followed by a walk to band stand. With two umbrella’s shared between three people, we were semi drenched, but I was kind of enjoying it. The band stand view and the waves touching our feet did provide a consummate experience. We clicked some photographs and also shot a short video of the place (the video captures me calling Aditi darpok and she calling me a freak :P, she was like super caring that day). We went to “Candies” for lunch, the ordering system was very random but the food was good. A nudge from a fat girl dropped my mutton hot dog (I still regret that, I and Bara so much wanted to eat that). Aditi tripped towards the end, but thank god she was alright. I think the place was cursed, first my hot dog and then Aditi tripping, there was definitely something wrong with the place. Vidhya had to leave to her relative’s home after we returned from Candies, so it was time we bid final good bye to her. The group was shrinking! I had a TT match with Aditi where she beat me 2-1, Bara getting bored of our game was clicking random photographs. She clicked a butterfly and worst of all a mosquito too. Yeah we then also did some NSP on facebook. In the evening we went to the famous “Joggers Park” and were lucky to see “Dilip Kumar”. We also had a sentimental and serious friends talk among each other, it was really one of the nice moments of the day. We then had our dinner at an Italian restaurant where we ate some stuff I don’t remember and Bara undoubtedly ordered a mango drink. She was hoping to pack a KFC chicken on the way but unfortunately KFC was closed by the time we reached there (however later she had her KFC chicken at airport, as I said she is unstoppable :) ). It was at KFC where I and Bara bid adieu to Aditi. It was a wonderful day and to be truthful I was sad that the day has to end. Even Ms. Ice was nostalgic; it was Bara who noticed her watery eyes. Ms. Ice was emotional too, all the good ones always are! But as someone rightly said nothing lasts forever, we had to part away, but no one can take our sweet memories which will be cherished forever. We took a cab back to the guest house. Bara returned back by a morning flight and I took an afternoon flight back to Bangalore. Mumbai internship was over!
In reminiscence I can’t really point out what made the city so special. Was it the city, the people or may be just a coincidence but before I left I was in love with Mumbai!