You see the seeds of this thing were planted as far back as July of 2006 (almost two months before I started this blog). We, my post-grad group, wanted to relive the days of the yore and have fun together again. There were many trips that were planned but died a natural death due to non-feasibility. The trip that we finally were able to manage was a flying visit to Coorg in 2008 year end. After that trip we had decided that we were a bearable company for each other even after four years and wanted to do an encore. … Continue reading Journey to…
In the very earliest time, when both people and animals lived on earth, a person could become an animal if he wanted to and an animal could become a human being. Sometimes they were people and sometimes animals and there was no difference. All spoke the same language. That was the time when words were like magic. The human mind had mysterious powers. A word spoken by chance might have strange consequences. It would suddenly come alive and what people wanted to happen could happen . . . all you had to do was say it. Nobody could explain this: … Continue reading Magic Words…
[as the elevator doors open] Andy: Speak of the Devil Jed: And the Devil shall appear Dr. Jed Hill: I’m the new guy around here and I want to make friends, so I’ll say this to you and we’ll start fresh. If you don’t like my jokes, don’t laugh. If you have a medical opinion, then please speak up and speak up loud. But if you ever again tell me or my surgical staff that we’re going to lose a patient, I’m gonna take out your lungs with a fuckin’ ice cream scoop. Do you understand me? Jed: I have … Continue reading Malice…
Apparently ‘Freedom of Speech’ is just a concept now and is no longer in existence in India. A 19-year-old blogger’s case could forever change the ground rules of blogging. Bloggers may no longer express their uninhibited views on everything under the sun, for the Supreme Court said they may face libel and even prosecution for the blog content. It will no longer be safe to start a blog and invite others to register their raunchy, caustic and even abusive comments on an issue while seeking protection behind the disclaimer – views expressed on the blog are that of the writers. … Continue reading An Abomination!
A friend recently changed jobs, no she is not mentally unstable. I don’t understand what is the big deal about the market right now. Everybody talks with a sense of foreboding that would usually accompany sharing news like, “World ends on 2nd March”, or something even worse “World ends on 1st March”. Somehow this thing sounds pretty 1984ish kind of stuff. Right so she changed her job and started setting up the Human Resource department for an SME. The reason I am sharing all this ‘interesting‘ information with you all is that she called me asking for help. No, I … Continue reading Never Done That…
He remembered their first kiss, his first. Yet after all these years, for the life of him he could not remember how it was. Was it wet, sloppy, sensual, deep… All he knew was that he was considerably excited. He came up for air a couple of times but every single time it felt as if he was taking a deeper plunge. He did not want to rise from the abyss-like depths. They had been in a relationship for quite some time. Both of them had come through some tough times, looking back it was always she who comforted. There … Continue reading The Smoke Screen!
Thursday: Sikander – How much does a ring cost? Me – What ring? and why do you want to buy a ring? Sikander – Let me worry about that… I guess I will have to go and check out the price Monday: Me – So how was the weekend? Sikander – Good. Very, very Good. Me – Okay. Get that hanger out of you mouth… and tell me what happened… Sikander – You know about the ring… Me – Yeah you were inquiring about that last week. Did you buy that? Sikander – No but let me tell you a … Continue reading Hanky Panky
Within the past several years, a great majority of businesses have moved their people into a cubicle environment. Unfortunately, the trend continued and has transcended to formation of bulk cubicles and while it may be more cost-effective than offices or individual cubicles, it can also cause interpersonal squabbles and a lack of productivity. Employees complain that cubicles are noisy, lack privacy and are even offensively smelly when coworkers choose odiferous lunches or skip morning showers. This also includes irritatingly loud colleagues, they have little or no respect for other people and end up disturbing and reducing overall productivity.
People use speaker phones that cause everyone to lose their concentration. Coworkers congregate in cubicles and disturb everyone around them. Many people are offended and upset at the lack of privacy and fellow employees’ disrespect for the necessity of a quiet place to work.
Have you wondered why you invariably feel amorous after a drink or two? I am assuming that you will find answers here…
ARIES: Drinking style Impulsive Aries people like to party and sometimes don’t know when to call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time shot contests. They’re sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk is a good way to get what you want out of them, should other methods fail. Aries can become bellicose when blotto, but they will assume that whatever happened should be forgiven (if not forgotten) by sunrise. They can be counted on to do the same for you — so long as you haven’t gone and done anything really horrible to them last night, you sneaky Geminis.
TAURUS: Drinking style Taurus prefers to drink at a leisurely pace, aiming for a mellow glow rather than a full-on zonk. Since a truly intoxicated Taurus is a one-person stampede, the kind of bull-in-a-china-shop inebriate who spills red wine on white carpets and tells fart jokes to employers, the preference for wining and dining (or Bud and buddies) to body shots and barfing is quite fortunate for the rest of us. This is not to say that the Bull is by any means a teetotaler — god, no. A squiffy Taurus will get, er, gregarious (full of loud mouth soup, some would say) and is extremely amusing to drag to a karaoke bar when intoxicated.
Sometime ago I wrote about Bad Bosses here is an example of a guy who mentioned his experience… Needless to say he got fired… Scott Adams himself wrote that “He’s not sadistic, just uncaring.” What troubles me is the question,”How did Scot Adams generalize every possible boss in the world with more or less just +-10% deviation? Here are few observations. Boss will change their mind with every stimuli or communication. Boss will make sure that employees are as clueless as “lab rat” in a maze and encourage guess work on what’s important to the boss. They will always want … Continue reading Way to get Fired…
Sikta Dutta sat back on her recliner staring at the steaming cup of tea. She always thought she had it tough, she had thought that today she would relax and do the usual Sunday lounging. Her boss had called up to confirm that her interview appointment with the recent Booker Prize winning author. The author apparently was open to the appointment even after having just lost his wife of 8 years to cancer.
She had spoken to him and was surprised to find that her initial opinion that he was media hungry was wrong. She had started with a few usual questions and tried to mask her brusque attitude. But as she continued to interview him she could not help feeling a little enchanted by him.
She felt quite comfortable and inadvertently ended up asking him about how he had met his wife which he talked animatedly about. He had taken 4 hours to tell her the entire story only stopping intermittently to thank people who called him or came to meet him to mourn the death of his wife. He started by telling her that his wife had been suffering from breast cancer. Initially when this was detected and they had decided to go for chemotherapy her body had been responding positively but since last three months it had been really hard for her. They had decided jointly to discontinue chemotherapy and try and give her a semblance of a good life for the last few months, few good months with Sanyukta and him. The reason he was not present at the Booker prize winning party was that she would not have been able to travel and he did not feel like going without her and his daughter. Actually it was she who had egged him to pursue his love of writing. He had only three loves in his life, his friend & wife, his daughter and his writing. In that order.
Continued from Part IV It seemed as if Lady Luck was on his side. “Or else how do you explain Surabhi calling on a busy weekday morning?” he said to himself shifting out of the chair and getting out of office. He answered the phone. A:Hello Beautiful… S:hehehe… where did that come from? A:Well you are beautiful, it’s definitely not a rhetoric… S:hmmm… thanks handsome young man… A:Are we going to play table tennis now? S:no, you really are handsome and young… A:Ok, thanks, [laughs] So, to what do I owe the honor of getting your call? Your service provider … Continue reading Finding Love – V
Walking affords one of the greatest pleasures. Meeting new people. And animals. Really.
I started having conversation with one of the dogs that I came across yesterday. On being asked what his name was he said I could call him ‘Anything But Tommy’. I said “Great, so ABT so what’s up?”
ABT said “Nothing much. What’s the latest on Slumdog Millionaire”. “This is great, even you have started to follow the news about Slumdog…” I said.
“What do you mean?” answered ABT, “I was the first one to have an objection even before Big B made his views open on his blog. Too bad I cannot blog or I would have beat Big B to it.”
“Okay, so what is your stand on it and why are you piqued with Slumdog Millioniare?” I asked.
“H.H…I take offense to the title itself , what do they mean by “slumdog”, its an offense to the dog fraternity….you know.”
“Now, come on ABT, don’t be so square…it is just a phrase…like the dark horse or the underdog…know what I mean”.
“Ok, Ok, if that’s what you say it is…. again, I do not know why so much noise has been made out of this movie internationally.”
“Well, ABT, you will have to watch the movie to decide for yourself but I can tell you one thing… there must have been something in it for the international fraternity to have taken a fancy to it.”
“Oh, don’t tell me master, the international crowd is very weird. They must have liked the poverty and the miserable living conditions shown in the film. They are known for doing that, lapping up stuff like that… have you forgotten Ray’s “Pather Panchali”, Mira Nair’s “Salaam Bombay” ooops I must say Mumbai here, that Raj Thackeray guy is a force to reckon with nowadays. Also, don’t you think, A.R.Rehman has done tremendous stuff on sound and music earlier.”
The morning had become chilly.
He knew he would have to go through it today else he would never get up the courage to do it. He had called Shakuntal, a close friend, who was sort of an ‘expert’ in these matters for advice. Ankush could be himself with Shakuntal and confessed his insecurities. Ankush had confessed that he was feeling very insecure about proposing to Surabhi and it did not help that he had never done that, proposed, in his life. Shakuntal had said that he understood his problem and that it did not have to be this hard, there was an alternative that he could try. What ensued was a discussion between the two about the pros and cons of the alternative at hand.
At the end Ankush could help but smile as he thought, chill is in the air but I just got a sweatshirt :-).
He had planned to make it special but knew that he would have to move fast. There were so many things to do. Buy, courier, deliver, and the hard part… wait for a reaction. There were only 4 days to the B-day, which would become his D-day.
Saturday was spent cajoling his sister to help him buy a gift for a friend who was getting married. The shopping done he went out to find a Courier who would deliver on Monday which was very important else he would be late. He finally found one who would deliver on Monday. There was a small glitch though, he did not know her postal address. He thought about it for sometime and finally figured out that he had a fantastic option. Shakuntal worked in the same city as her and it would be better if Shakuntal gave the gift on his behalf and hence the next call was to Shakuntal to confirm the arrangement. He already had the gift neatly packed and couriered the package to Shakuntal.
Sunday came and went and since he couldn’t handle the tension he took the shortcut to avoid tension, he slept. Monday afternoon the phone rang and Shakuntal confirmed that he had received the package but that he was surprised that Ankush had not written anything.
“What do you mean I have not written anything?” asked Ankush.
“Dumbo you are supposed to atleast write a ‘Happy Birthday’ when you are giving a gift”.
“Shit, I was running around so much and was so worried about having it reach you in time…”.
“Don’t worry, I will take care of it”.
The next call that followed put a smile back on his face. He spoke to Surabhi for quite some time talking about inane things. At one point he almost spilled out about the gift thing. He thought to himself, “That was a close one, I have to watch it”. He would have loved talking to her but had to cut it short for fear of spilling the beans.
10pm… 11pm… 11:30pm… 11:50pm… 11:59pm… 12am He called and wished her a very happy birthday and a wonderful year ahead and he wished that all her wishes would come true.
The last message from Sikander left him feeling good about the way things were going. He entered office humming to the tune of Jaane kya chahe mann bawra… (Who knows what this mad heart wants…). While checking mails, preparing that report, having lunch, while in the meeting and even while he was having his evening cup of heaven, during all of these instances and a few more he wanted to call her. Call her and speak to her. Break the suspense. The feel good feeling had long since deserted him and as the evening wore on a sense of dread pervaded the evening smog. The day had passed in a blitz and the only thing he had to show for was that incomplete poem…
Unaware of the evening chill he crossed the street from the office building to chaiwallah. He smiled at the person he saw there. This was as pleasant a surprise as it could be. Not even 10 minutes had passed when he was thinking about telling what he felt, the feelings, the anxiety, the momentary surges of happiness. Sikander gave him a broad smile as they met and armed with a cup of tea he started with the series of events that had transpired between their last meeting till now.